#i'd live in my damn car to get away from you

[darkshrimpemotions]

I'm making this a new post because unlike some people, I don't like putting relentless bullshit in other people's notifications (I am speaking of the OP, I could not give a fuck less about the replier's notifications, since they clearly don't care about ours). But I'm replying to this:

@ineffably-human said: So first of all, this is not the only show in the world with meaningful lighting and costumes because that is literally the job of lighting and costuming if they try. And those people can try even when the writers do not. (And we only know if something is meant if they tell so.)

Second, a fandom is a community. I hope you understand how hurtful it is to tell people they suck and wish ill on them (however minor and funny 'I hope your bacon burns' is, that's still what it is) and tell them to get out so you can have fun (this is less funny and something I have seen) because they don't agree with whatever opinions are going on in your specific corner of it. And conversely I hope no one has made you feel unwelcomeforliking the finale, and if any of us have, me included, then that's our bad. I get the frustration of seeing something other people aren't. But trust me, we're hurting that a show we loved is gone and we can't even feel satisfied in how it went out. And if we feel betrayed by how we feel the show's queerness should have been handled, that's all the worse. Making us out to be a hate-spewing problem is kind of messed up. This is less just about you and more about an overall trend, so I'm sorry for going off a bit, but I hope you understand why I did.

Literally where did anyone say this was the only show to ever do anything. What. Because OP certainly did not say that.

But yeah I gotta say this is a wild ass thing to read after a solid month of people who share your opinion on the finale being loudly insufferable on finale-enjoyers' posts, not to mention calling people who enjoy the finale delusional, self-hating, homophobic, and worse when at first we were simply saying "hey, I felt represented by this as a queer person. I felt loved and seen by this as a queer person. And maybe it's not cool for y'all to write it off as The Most Horrible Queerbait Ever To Exist and write US off as self-hating and delusional for enjoying it, just because it wasn't specifically representing YOUR queer experience."

But yeah, a harmless wish for your bacon burning is so so so so terrible and harmful, I'm SO sorry, how will you ever recover. /sarcasm

Literally learn to make your own posts you insufferable assholes, I am NO LONGER ASKING. Because yeah, fandom IS supposed to be a community, but none of y'all have been acting like it is one with the way you've been behaving, so don't try to lay that at our feet now. I have zero interest in being in community with people who are not only determined to be miserable themselves but to shit on everyone else who isn't miserable as well. I've been having a great time with the people that DON'T want to be assholes every minute of the day, but the Venn diagram between them and people whining about the finale being queerbait are basically two circles that do not touch.

I'm just so incredibly unbelievably COMPLETELY done with this bullshit because it IS a trend. A trend of half this fandom being so loud and obnoxious and needlessly mean about the finale to the point that the tag is basically unusable, so when you act like you haven't seen it in your reply, I simply do not believe you. At this point I've blocked more accounts than I ever followed in the WWDITS fandom in the first place, explicitly because they keep showing up in my notes and on my posts and on my friends' posts with their whining about how much they hated the finale. So for someone to come in a month later like "omg why would you be mean" is just. Fucking LAUGHABLE. God.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere! Platonic! Batfam x Mermaid! Reader

A/N: Don't know why I've been back into stuff lately. It must be that May, and the end of school is approaching. Also, let me know if you want a part two.

As much as you loved your family, they were a tad bit overprotective for your tastes. Sometimes, it felt like you were suffocating or about to have your hands attached to a headboard. Other days, they were the best brothers and father you could imagine. Today was the former.

“Oh come on, it’s one party! I can’t go out for that!” You yell, taking off your school’s uniform jacket.

“Not without a chaperone,” Bruce sternly says, making you frustrated.

“No fair! You let Tim and Damian go out by themselves. Besides, who am I going to have as a chaperone? Tim? He wasn’t even invited!” You respond, walking to the stairs. “Damian’s too young, Dick’s too…him, Jason’s off putting, and you’re entirely too old!”

“Well, since there’s no chaperone available, I guess you can’t go.”

“Unbelievable.”

“We can all watch a nice movie together, plus Alfred is making snacks."

"I'd rather watch Netflix on my phone."

You storm into your room, collapsing on the bed, and look through the social media pages of your peers. Everyone else had a life but you. You got to go to the occasional gala and have a birthday party with a couple of your friends or your brother's friends, and that's about it. For what it was worth, you would've been better off living with your mama down south in Georgia and only having Bruce support you financially.

"Y/N, are you up?" Dick asks, knocking on your door.

"Yes...what do you want?" You reply, squinting at the door.

"I know how much you like your school friends, so I disabled the security systems. You've got ten minutes until Bruce finds a way to turn it back on," Dick responds, walking away from your door.

You jump out of bed, throw on your best party clothes, and leap out of your bedroom window. You make your escape through the nearby woods and call your friends to pick you up outside the gas station.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh my God, I'm so glad you could make it," Your best friend squeals, hugging you tightly as you two wander through the woods.

"Yeah. I decided to be bad for once and sneak out," You respond, grabbing a red cup. "Damn, what's in this?"

"Jungle Juice."

"Ew! The fuck?!"

"I know, right. Come on, they finally listened to some of us partygoers and got us some daiquiris."

As the night went on, you felt yourself loosen up. Soon, you were drunkenly wandering through the woods after a dare by your friends, only to feel yourself sliding down into a dark place. When you open your eyes, you see yourself in a cave with a pool of water in front of you. You look at the blinding moonlight pointing at the water and jump into it because you were hot as hell from all the partying.

"Fuck, now how am I get back to the party? There's no way I'm letting Wilson win this dare," You slur, not noticing the sparkles around your body. "I guess I have no option but to swim out."

You take a deep breath, swim up to the surface of a nearby lake, then scream with joy as you see your friends.

"Yo! She's alive!"

"How did you get in there, girl?"

"Best party ever!"

You climb out of the water and are immediately welcomed by your peers as they carry you around. Or at least that was the case until you saw your father's car on the dirt.

"Y/N, get in the car!" Jason screams, stomping out of Bruce's black Mercedes.

"Shit," You curse, feeling yourself getting put down. "Jason, really?"

"Yes, really. Did you think we wouldn't find out? Or did you think we wouldn't know Dick helped you escape? We were looking for you for hours!" Jason exclaims, dragging you into the backseat and locking the door.

The car ride home was full of tension and silence. When Bruce pulled into the driveway, the car doors remained locked.

"Y/N, look at you. I told you you needed a chaperone, and look what happened. You're drunk, soaking wet, and could've been taken advantage of. You're grounded, your phone privileges are getting severely limited, and you can't go out anywhere without me or one of your brothers," Bruce says, looking at your face with ruined makeup.\

You hear the car doors unlock and pull the handle.

"I wish I could live with mom," You mumble, walking out of the car.

"Miss Y/N, what happened to you?" Alfred asks, looking at your wet body.

"An interrupted fun time," You grumble, going up to your room and into your personal bathroom.

You dry off and change into some comfortable pajamas, retreating into the covers of your bed. You turn towards your window and see bars installed, stopping you from ever opening the window again.

"Welp, there goes my source of fresh air," You remark, choosing to go to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~

When you wake up, you stumble into the bathroom, stripping your pajamas as the shower gets hot. When you step inside, you feel water and sparkles cover your entire body before you, thankfully, fall onto the built-in shower bench. You look at your body, seeing a large orange tail and a matching scale bra.

"What the fuck?" You whisper, staring at your tail. "Wait, how do I get out of the shower? How do I wash the bottom half of myself?"

You move your hands along the wall, careful to not fall from your tail, and press the glass door of your shower. You fall onto the floor, hands first, and slither to your phone on the sink counter.

"Y/N, breakfast!" Tim exclaims, walking into your room.

"I'm taking a shower," You yell, grabbing your phone and opening the camera app.

"Ok! I'll let Bruce know you'll be late."

After a couple of minutes on the ground, your legs come back and you stand up. You get dressed, walking downstairs extra normally so no one suspects anything is wrong. You sit at the table, grabbing a plate and filling it up with food.

"Y/N, how did you sleep?" Damian asks, watching you eat.

"It was fine. I swear I saw someone who was at least five feet tall staring at me from the corner of my room," You remark, silently cutting into your French toast. "Pass the orange juice, please, Dick."

Dick pours you a glass of orange juice and as you grab it, the liquid spills onto your hand and wrist. You and Dick scramble for paper napkins but it's too late. Water covers your body, and suddenly you're a mermaid in front of your family. Everyone is looking at you, their eyes as wide as can be.

"Don't look at me like I know what's going on, this is new for me too," You comment, slouching in the chair.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"What do we do with her?"

"I don't know, Dick. Maybe we should keep her in a tank?"

"Wha-no! She obviously has legs! Besides, how is she going to eat?"

"Maybe she can eat fish?"

"Fuck, no, Damian."

"Well I'm fresh out of fucking ideas!"

"Enough! I'm taking your sister to S.T.A.R. Labs."

Bruce walks out of his office with your brothers, and they look at your legs.

"We'll help you into the car. Try not to touch anything," Tim says, grabbing your arms while Jason grabs your legs.

The car ride to S.T.A.R. Labs is silent, and the worst part is that you forgot to charge your phone. Instead, you had to rely on looking out the window for your cure to boredom.

"Don't worry, Y/N. We'll get you fixed up," Dick says, squeezing your hand. "We're here, so try not to panic."

Before you even have a chance to grab your purse, the scientists rush you into a wheelchair, taking you into a lab with your family following closely behind.

"Ok, we're going to hook you up to some medical equipment to monitor your vitals. You're just going to feel a little pinch," The doctor says, sticking a needle in your arm.

"Ow!" You exclaim, closing your eyes from the pain.

"Ok, don't be alarmed. You're just going to numb your thigh for a small scrape biopsy so we can know what's going on," A nurse states, wiping your leg down so the skin is numb.

The doctor takes out a razor blade and scrapes off a small section of your thigh, putting it under a microscope.

"Spray the water," The doctor commands, grabbing spray bottles and handing them to his staff.

"What the fuck? Hey!" You exclaim, feeling the medical team spray water all over your body.

You transform into a mermaid, and the room goes silent. The doctor sprays some water on the sample from your thigh and is amazed when it turns into a scale.

"Incredible," He gasps, looking at the microscope.

"Can you figure out why she's...turning into a mermaid?" Bruce asks, watching the assistants pat your tail dry.

"Unfortunately, no. It'd be one thing if she were a metahuman, but considering we all saw the sparkles, you might need to find someone who deals with magic to figure out why she's a mermaid in the first place. We can only help determine what causes her transformations and whether or not her biology, aside from her legs and chest, has changed when she's a mermaid." The doctor explains, making Bruce sigh.

"Ok," Bruce replies, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Is she in any pain when she transforms?"

"I'm fine when I'm not falling on my ass cus I suddenly don't have legs," You comment, making Bruce turn and look at you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

For an entire hour, you were stuck in S.T.A.R. Lab surrounded by doctors as they sprayed and rubbed different substances all over your body to see if it would get a reaction.

"Alright, little missy, we're done. My team will take you back to your family after they're done drying you off. In the meantime, I will be talking to your father," The doctor says, walking out of the lab with a thick stack of papers on a clipboard.

When the doctor walks into the waiting room, your family immediately stands up and starts asking questions.

"Ok, ok, calm down. She'll only transform if anything containing 32% or more water touches her," The doctor says, making your family even more worried. "She also has ten seconds upon touching any substance with 32% or more water before she transforms."

"How is she going to bathe herself? How is she even going to drink anything? Hell, how is she even going to be able to eat fruit and vegetables? Those have a high water content, you know," Tim frantically questions, looking up all the things that contain 32% or more water. "She basically can't even go out into the world!"

"This is a catastrophe! What if it suddenly starts raining and she doesn't have an umbrella? What if-what if-oh my god, what if someone forcibly transforms her into a mermaid so she can't run away and kidnaps her?" Dick questions, feeding into the collective worry and paranoia.

"Calm down, I'll be fine," You say, getting up and walking to your family. "Can we get some food? I'm starving."

"Sure. Jason, take your sister to the car. I'll talk to Doctor Hayes for a little longer," Bruce says, giving Jason the keys to the car. "And please be careful of your surroundings."

Jason escorts you out to the car, and you sit in your usual spot in the backseat.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"So, who's it going to be, Bruce? Constantine, Zatanna, or Aquaman?" Dick teases, standing over Bruce with his head on his desk.

"Dick, not now. I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do with your sister now that she has this...affliction," Bruce groans, emailing the Gotham Academy principal to ask about taking you out of school. "Besides, I already called all three of them and they said they'd meet with our family tomorrow."

"Why don't we keep Y/N in the house? We can be on rotation to make sure someone's always close in case she needs us. Plus, we have pools and a lake if she ever wants to swim," Dick suggests, looking at the monitor with the camera footage of your room. "Besides, look at how cute our little Y/N is sipping on her slushie in her room. She'll like being in this mansion way more than being outside."

"I thought Jason got her a regular drink with no ice because he didn't want any condensation on her hands?" Bruce asks, watching you sip from the clear plastic cup.

"Now that you mention it, we all saw her walk into the house with liquid clearly in the cup. How did she get it to be a slushie?" Dick ponders, zooming in on your drink only to catch a piece levitate into the air and off screen.

"The hell?" Bruce exclaims, zooming out to see you chewing on the small piece of slushy.

[yandere-fetish]

Yandere Patient X Female Reader

Part One

warnings: disrespect, rude, slow burn

Yandere Patient is a highly dignified CEO on his way to one of his many companies from the vast countryside. He's reading the newspaper and catching up on the latest magazines, detailing the latest hot topics and debates. The indifferent expression paired with wire framed glasses only made his handsome face more attractive.

The driver comes to a stop at a stop sign while looking both ways. There's no one around. He turns right to drive towards the city.

Yandere Patient reaches for a small drink out of the mini fridge, then the car jerks.

*SKIIIRRRTT*

*CRASH*

Yandere Patient is knocked out as his legs are disfigured in a gory way. The pain was unbearable, but Yandere Patient was in no condition to feel the pain due to the concussion. His eyes flutter shut as the driver is crawling out the front seat, attempting to check on his master.

Yandere Patient scowls at his uncle's suggestion. He doesn't need anyone to take care of him. He doesn't need an extra person supervising the way he moves or watching his every breath.

Yandere Patient didn't need a babysitter. He's a damn grown man, for God's sake!

"They're not a babysitter. They would live in the servants quarters and tend to your needs. Just treat them like a maid. They would only aid you when you need them to—"

"*scowls* And I won't need them!"

"*sigh* Nephew, there's just some things you need to understand in life, mainly that there's no 'I' in 'team'. You cannot do everything by yourself."

"Tch. Watch me! *wheels away in his new wheelchair*"

"Jenna, *sighs and stares at a picture of his sister* what am I going to do with this kid?"

This is where you come in.

You show up at noon, ready to meet your newly appointed patient after hearing so many coworkers complain about how aggressive and snarky this patient has been since joining their agency as a client.

You really hadn't wanted to take this patient under your wing but since the agency was willing to fire anyone who didn't at least try, so you had to.

The sooner you come, the sooner you can leave.

So, here you are, standing on the doorstep of a luxurious mansion with a thirty-foot driveway. You'd never dream of living in a place such as this, let alone working in one.

Funny how you'd be doing both for a while.

When the door opens, you're greeted by a tall and broad-shouldered with a friendly smile. He welcomes you in while telling you, in detail, about his nephew's accident and his.. preferences.

At first, you're shocked and confused, but nonetheless you agree.

"I'm (Y/N) (L/N) from True Home Care. It's nice to meet you, Mister—"

"*scowls and ignores you* I thought they sent the last one?"

"Now, now, nephew. She's come all the way here. The least you can do is try her out for a day."

"I told you and that cheap company that I don't need anyone's help! I'll be fine on my own!"

"Just give her a chance. I'm certain it'll work out this time—"

*glares at his uncle and wheels away*

"*sighs* I apologize, Mrs. (L/N). He's moody, as you can tell. He should come around with some coaxing."

"I.. I'm sure he's not very open to strangers. I'd feel uncomfortable opening my home to one, especially several. And it's Miss— I'm not married. *smiles*"

"You're not? *clicks his tongue at the thought of an idea* I apologize again. Let me show you to your room for the time being."

It's been a a week since you first arrived at Yandere Patient's home. You've quickly become used to your room that's the size of a living room with a comfy as fuck bed to go with it. The 65" TV was definitely a nice addition, and let's not get started on the en suite bathroom and the walk-in closet.

To say you were happy was an understatement.

Now, though, you had wished you were still in your comfy bed instead of in the kitchen, gathering Yandere Patient's favorite tea.

In the sitting room was Yandere Patient and his uncle. They were once again discussing your presence in the mansion, as if you weren't in the other room. The loud noises made you flinch from time to time, but you just reminded yourself that whatever happens will happen. You've done your job well and that's all that matters.

When you're finished with the tea, you serve Yandere Patient, silently keeping yourself to the side while the two argue again.

After the uncle strikes a nerve into Yandere Patient, he walks out of the house. Yandere Patient is so pissed that he slams his hands on the table, making the teacup jump. You flinch as Yandere Patient fists his hands, his muscular arms flexing in anger as he suddenly begins to try to stand.

You're too late; Yandere Patient is all ready on the floor. He slams his fists into the hardwood, bruising them severely.

You're careful to go to his side, helping him up. Yet, the moment you touch his arm, Yandere Patient automatically shoves you away from him with a scowl.

You end up running into a sharp, marble vase table with nothing on it, luckily.

"Get the hell out of here! You're not wanted, nor needed here!"

"*on the verge of tears* You know what? Fuck you!"

"*bewildered at your sudden back talk* What..?"

"You think I want to take care of some selfish, inconsiderate twenty-some year old brat who only calls his uncle when he has a problem? I'd rather lay on my back and give birth to a child to take care of instead of someone like you! If it wasn't for the high pay, I wouldn't even be here taking this damn abuse! I work damn hard everyday to make sure your needs are met, and what do I get in return? Verbally ridiculed and now physically abused! I don't give a mother fuck if you're rich, handsome, or have power; my job is to take care of you and to only take care of you! If I wanted to care for a whiny and stubborn man, I'd go online and get myself a boyfriend!"

*stares wide eyed at you as you're huffing from anger and pain*

"Now, let me help you get up and to the bath so that I can take a fucking break, Sir."

After wheeling him into the bathroom and helping him undress, Yandere Patient is extremely docile and quiet. There's no protest or stubbornness coming from him, much to your relief.

Yandere Patient, on the other hand, notices how you skim over his body but you don't linger anywhere at all. He frowns, not really understanding why. Looking away as both of you help Yandere Patient into his wide garden tub, you silently tend to his needs.

Yandere Patient apologizes, to which you scoff at but accept his apology.

It's silent while you're helping him dry off and get dressed. Even while you're wheeling him to his bed.

But when you begin to aid him into bed, Yandere Patient notices the bruise from earlier forming into a nasty one.

Since your scrubs were moving to reveal your skin when you bend at an angle, he could see how clearly he had hurt you. Something churns in his heart at the memory of pushing you out of anger, embarrassment, and frustration.

Yandere Patient doesn't realize what he's doing until he's gently touching the bruise on your side.

"*flinches while standing up* What are you doing?"

"I didn't mean to hurt you.."

"It's.. it's all right. I'm not bleeding so there's nothing to worry about."

"*furrows his brows* It's not okay. I went too far. Let me make it up to you."

"Don't worry about it, Sir. There's nothing you need to make up for."

"I insist. I'll treat you to a meal, or a day at the spa? Girls care about their skin, right?"

"*smiles* It's not necessary, Sir. Have a good night. I'll be down the hall if you need anything."

*after you've left*

"I'll make it up to you, somehow.. someway."

Part Two?

[soxcreg]

Cold Secrets

Part one

Modern!Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader

Summery: You're in love with the captain of the King's Landing University hockey team. You've kept it a closely guarded secret , but something goes wrong.

Disclaimer: Enflish isn't my first language!

Word count: 1.3k

Part two, part three

After the bell rang, I left the classroom as quickly as possible and headed for the school exit. The bus would arrive at the stop in ten minutes, if I didn't make it, I'd have to walk home in the cold. The devil made me wear a skirt with nylon tights in November.

Surprisingly, I made it to the stop, but when I saw the bus, I was distracted by the ringing phone and didn't have time to wave my hand.

"Damn hell," I made a face and started whining.

I looked down at my phone and answered it, turning towards my apartament.

"Hello?" I adjusted my backpack and looked up at the brightly colored signs of cafes, hotels and pubs. "Hey, Y/N, are busy tonight? Jace and Baela are having a get-together," Helaena's voice came from the other end of the line. "And since you're family, do you have to be there?" I shivered slightly as the wind blew.

"Yeah, but they said I could invite someone. You'll come, right?" I sighed heavily. "You think this is a good idea? Last time wasn't much fun".

By last time, I meant Jace's previous get-together, which was mostly college kids. I went because Helaena asked me to, but her family distracted her from my coming , and we never saw each other that night. But I was surrounded by drunk fooball players, and I barely managed to get rid of them.

"I'll meet you this time. And I had a serious talk with my cousins about those idiots. It'll just be a few girls from the University, my brothers, cousins and the hockey team. Jace and Aegon play there, remember?" I walked down the main street and turned toward the University. My apartament was two blocks away, too bad it wasn't that close to the school. "Okay, I'll come".

I'm ready and waiting for Helaena's call. I put on a black dress, a sweatshirt on top to cover my bare arms. I put on makeup and styled my hair. It was quite difficult, my hair was frizzy and curly. I put on warm boots, a jacket and a scarf on my head. The doorbell rang. I grabbed my bag, answered the call on the phone and left the apartament.

"Hello," I locked the door and went to the elevator. "Y/N, Cregan is waiting for you in the car outside the house. He was just on his way, I asked him to give you a ride, okay?" My hand froze over the elevator button. What do her mean? I'm going with Cregan? My cheecks turned pink, my heart started beating faster. "Yeah, okay. I'll be right out".

As the elevator descended, my brain quickly processed the information. I met Cregan a year ago, when my family moved to King's Landing. Helaena invited me to meet her family, and he was visiting Jace.

Thise strange Targaryen-Hightower-Velaryon family lived in one huge house, theire family estate. We didn't talk much with Stark, but I liked him very much then. Since then, I secretly glance at him and sigh quetly. And now we are going to the party together in his car.

I tried to catch my breath and look calm. When I left the house, I saw a big black car, next to which stood the man of my dreams.

I walked up to the tall guy. "Hi," He looked at me, "Hi. Get in the car, it's cold". I nodded silently and walked to the front passenger seat. I got in, Cregan got in after me. We pulled away. I felt a little awkward. "So... Will everyone from the team be there?"

"Everyone axcept Blackwood. He's sick". We fell silent again. After a while, he suddenly broke the silence. "You're not from the University, are you?" I looked at him. His nose was slightly hooked, from past observations I could tell it was also broken. "Yeah, I'm from high school".

"How did you meet Helaena?" Cregan glanced at me, but quickly looked back at the road. "Online. We corresponded for a while, and met after my family moved here".

He smiled slightly. "Sounds like her".

"What do you mean?" I looked at him, confused. "Jace told me that she doesn't really like public places. And she only started coming to our get-together after she introduced us to you"

We talked a little more, and then drove up to the Targaryen estate. We go out of the car, Helaena was standing near the entrance. She quickly took me away from Cregan. I was a little upset, but then I got back into the conversation, this time with my best friend.

An hour and a half later, we were sitting in the living room, drunk, talking and laughing. Helaena and I were mostly silent, sometimes laughing at jokes and drinking. Someone suggested playing spin the bottle. How trite. Someone voiced my thoughts, so they suggested playing something more original. I don't think pass the card sounds better. But Aegon talked Helaena into it, and she talked me into it.

"Please, come on. Aegon won't leave you alone," Her brother chuckled from behind, "Oh, yes, beautiful, agree. We're just missing you".

And so I sit between Jace and Cregan, a little embarrassed, watching as they start passing a playing card to each other with their lips.We agreed that if the card falls, we should kiss.That's why I nervously finger the rings on my fingers.

At first everithing was decent, but then the guys got hot and drank too much. The jokers deliberately blew the cards away and kissed those to whom they were supposed to pass them. For several laps I managed to hold on to the card and not let awkward moments happen, but on the next lap Cregan lost his hold on the card. We exchanged glances.

As we hesisted, the crowd began to egg us on. They giggled quietly, began to whisper, and then pushed me and Cregan closer to each other. Then Cregan grabbed my shoulders so that I wouldn't fall and brought his face close to mine.

"Is this okay?" I looked into his eyes, they were so beauiful, mesmerizing. I blushed from the close contact with him. And there were a lot of people here. But they were all playing the same game as us. It wouldn't be weird if we kissed. "Yeah, it's okay".

He nodded, our lips touched. The kiss way slow, reeking of the alcohol he was drinking. I always had something light in my glass to avoid any mishaps. Cregan smelled something tart. Or was it his cologne? He deepened the kiss, interwining his tongue with mine. I moved stiffly, a little crumpled. I had never kissed before, so why was I doing it now. Horrible thoughts filled my head.

I pulled away from Cregan, my cheeks were burning. We looked at each other, but i quickly looked away. It was so awkward. I quickly took the card, put it to my lips and handed it to Jace. The circle started again. Everyone was already tired, so they finished the game. Helaena asked to stay the night with them, because it was already late, and I couldn't call an Uber because of the crowed. So I agreed. I went to the bathroom, my friend gave me her things. When I came out of the bathroom, Stark was there. He was also staying the night. I wished him goodnight and quickly ran to the room that was given to me for the night. Already lying in bed, I thought a lot about the kiss, but thank the Seven, I drank so much that I quickly fell asleep.

There will be a second part!

[whimsyfinny]

He’s a Winchester

Chapter 3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: It's been a long time since (Y/n) and Dean's paths have crossed. Last time they saw each other it was ‘98 and they were young and living in the moment. Nine years down the Line, their paths cross again, but (Y/n)s longest kept secret is about to become Deans reality.

Slow burn (ish), mom!reader

Warnings: language, anxious Dean, anxious Reader

Chapter Word Count: 2683

MDNI 18+

A/N: another slightly shorter chapter (sorry). Idk why but I rewrote this chapter so many times to try and get it right, so fingers crossed it’s not awful. But the encounter finally happens! Not long now until we get to see Dean doing dad things, and tbh, I’m living for it. Feedback is always appreciated! Love you all

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Chapter 3

Spilling the truth took a lot less time than I'd anticipated, so after a quick update texted to Kat and the much needed coffees, Dean and I decided to head over to the track. Dean himself was feeling every emotion under the sun. He expressed a constant string of heartfelt apologies for nearly the whole walk from Jolenes’ Café back to where we'd parked, despite me constantly reminding him that he has nothing to apologise for. He's here now, and that's what matters. The phrases ‘I have a son,’ and ‘I’m a dad’ seemed to intertwine with the ‘I’m sorry’s’ like a mantra, to the point where I had to stop him in his tracks and refocus his attention before his head got lost in the clouds.

“I get it, Dean. This is so much to absorb right now, and I can't imagine what is going on in that crazy brain of yours. You don't have to come with me right now, we can meet tomorrow if you want-”

“No, absolutely not. I've been absent for too long and I'll be damned if I waste another minute,” he nervously wiped his hands over his face as we approached my truck. I couldn't help but smile. “I mean, what if he doesn't like me?”

I couldn't stop the chuckle from escaping my mouth, earning a raised eyebrow from the man who was working himself into an anxious sweat.

“Dean, trust me, he's going to want to be your best friend. Especially when he knows that’s your car,” I nodded my head to the impala a few spaces away, recalling Levi's excitement when he saw it in town yesterday.

“Really?”

“Really. Plus…” I hesitated, unsure what emotion my next statement was going to stir within Dean, “he's been bullied for not having a dad around, and I think he'll be grateful for that to stop.”

Deans’ brows furrowed as he leant on the side of my truck, dropping his head and muttering a few curses.

“He's been bullied because I've not been there?” He looked up with a pained pinch in his brow. I sighed.

“Yes but trust me, your boy gives as good as he gets,” I smiled a little, bringing Dean some reassurance. I could tell the words ‘your boy’ had an effect on him. “Look,” I reached out to rub his shoulder affectionately, to which he responded with a warm hand over mine, squeezing my fingers. “We need to get going to pick him up. Why don't you come in my truck with me?” He paused for a moment, thinking, gathering his thoughts before standing up straight and nodding. “Great,” I grinned at him, a few nervous butterflies fluttering in my own stomach now. I reached for his hand again, giving it another squeeze, “let's get going then.”

Dean had insisted on driving, mainly for his own sanity and I’d happily obliged, remembering what a terrible passenger he was. After a couple of painstaking minutes of him readjusting my seat, we pulled away and headed down to the track. 

The drive was about twenty minutes, and most of that was spent in a comfortable conversation about Levi. Dean wanted to know everything. And I mean everything. His hobbies, his favourite movie, his favourite cereal, his least favourite cereal, his grades, his favourite subject… the list went on. Before we knew it, we were turning down a dirt road and pulling into a large gravel car park. As we pulled up and hopped out, the buzz of dirt bikes and loud chatter filled the air, along with the intense smell of petrol. Dean walked around to my side, looking around and taking it all in.

“Levi does this? He can ride a dirt bike?” he asked, an impressed tone to his voice. Dean had forgone the leather jacket and as I glanced at him, I couldn't help but trail my gaze over his biceps and the way the grey fabric of his t-shirt stretched around the large muscles. I looked away quickly before he caught me. Now was not the time to let my eyes or thoughts wander.

“Yeah, he's really into it, and he's good too; he has a few trophies at home. To be honest, he loves anything with wheels and an engine,” I grinned, meeting Deans’ eyes with a knowing look. He smiled back.

“Really?”

“You know, he's a lot like you - even though you've never met. It's kinda crazy,” I started heading down to the gathering point, knowing that Levi would be coming off the track soon. Dean was hot on my heels. “He even looks like you.” 

“Poor kid.”

I smacked him on the arm playfully as Dean chuckled.

“You're handsome and you know it, so shut your mouth.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Just as we were approaching the gathering point I heard a familiar voice calling my name. Looking through the crowd I saw Kat trotting up to us in her poorly chosen footwear, Toby nowhere in sight. She pulled me into a hug with a smirk already growing on her lips, and as she pulled back she turned to study the tall man at my side.

“Hmm… you are even finer than your photograph.”

“Kat!”

She ignored me.

“I'm Kat, it's nice to meet you, Dean. I feel like we'll be seeing a lot more of each other. You know, since our son's are besties,” she stuck out her hand and grasped Deans, giving it a firm shake and dropping it before he'd even uttered a word. She turned back to me, her smirk still on her lips.

“Since Levi is coming home with you today - much to Toby's disappointment - how would you feel about him sleeping over tomorrow?”

“Yeah totally, he'd love that,” I grinned at her, forever grateful.

“Great! I'll pick him up tomorrow,” she beamed, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before turning on her heels and heading back into the crowd of parents. We'd normally wait for the boys to emerge together, but I know her, and she didn't want to step on Deans’ toes. This was a big deal, and in her eyes, she was the outsider here.

“What was that?” Dean looked at me, slightly stunned with a quizzical brow.

“That,” I gestured to Kat's disappearing figure, “is Kat. She's my best friend, and to be honest I don't think I'd have made it this far without her.”

“Kat. Got it,” he seemed to make a mental note of who she was, catching on quickly that she was an important person in my life. In Levi's life. I grinned at him, perhaps a little nervously before grasping his hand and pulling him with me in the same direction Kat had left.

“Come on, he’ll be out soon, let's wait for him.”

Dean flashed the smallest smile whilst taking a deep breath. He looked down at our hands and I noticed his palms were a little sweaty. He gripped tighter, hanging to me like I was a lifeline as I pulled him through the crowd. His silence spoke volumes of his nerves, so I stopped at the edge of the gaggle of parents, fearing that he would soon find this all too much. 

For the whole five minutes that we waited, Dean didn't let go of me.

It didn't take long for the whirring of tiny engines to draw closer and closer before finally stopping, shortly followed by the chatter of smaller, childlike voices. Kids began to filter through the crowd, and it wasn’t long before a familiar outline pushing a small, black dirt bike headed our way. Suddenly Dean pulled his hand away from mine and raked his fingers frantically through his hair, pacing in a small circle.

“Shit…shit- what do I say to him? How do I talk to him? He's gonna hate me-”

“Hey hey hey, calm down, everything is fine! Trust me, Dean, Levi is not going to hate you,” I reached to rub a hand over the back of his shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and flex with every deep breath he took. 

“I've done a lot of terrifying shit in my life but this really takes the cake,” he dragged a large hand over his paleing face.

“He's an eight year old boy, baby. Trust me, you've got this.” 

He sighed before stopping in his tracks, his gaze catching mine with a twitch of his lip.

“It's been a hot minute since you've called me that, sweetheart,” he stepped closer, reaching to touch the small of my back with tender fingertips.

It took a moment for realisation to dawn, and when it did I felt heat bloom across my cheeks. 

“I-I'm sorry- it just slipped out- I didn't mean-”

“(Y/n) it's ok! I don't mind,” he chuckled slightly, his nerves seeming to dissipate. The playful glint had returned to his eye for a moment, but it was quickly replaced with something calmer, more serene. His grin lessened, but the warmth in his features remained. “I don't mind.”

I looked up at him, my heart and stomach feeling warm and light as we seemed to acknowledge our own familiarity between each other. It wasn't just Levi that connected us, and I seemed to forget that Dean and I used to be in a relationship. We were more than just a one night stand - we were intimate on multiple levels. 

“Hey mom!” 

The bubble around Dean and I popped as Levi had crept up on us, crash helmet still equipped and his bike to his side.  I felt Dean tense beside me, the air around him practically sizzling with anticipation.

“Hey there, trouble! You had a good afternoon?” I stepped up to Levi and patted his helmet. He nodded vigorously.

“Great! You can tell me all about it in the car,” I paused and glanced at Dean, frozen in place and not taking his eyes off Levi since he appeared. It took a moment for Levi to realise that Dean was even standing there, his focus still on me and his fun afternoon. After a few breaths, Dean tore his gaze away from his son and he looked over at me, his expression heavy with a whole concoction of emotions. I offered him a small smile before nodding. 

“Hey, Levi,” I crouched down to my sons’  level, “I have a surprise for you. I'm gonna need you to take your helmet off, ok?”

I saw his eyes light up as he nodded vigorously. Helping him to support his bike, he eagerly tore his helmet off, his short brown hair tousling in the process. He grinned at me, his helmet now tucked under his arm as he waited patiently. I heard a sharp inhale hiss through Deans’ teeth from behind me as he laid eyes on his sons’ face for the first time. I smiled at Levi, taking his smaller, dirt covered hand in mine.

“Ok, so… You see this man behind me?” I tilted my head in Deans’ direction, and Levi followed with his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, his grin unfaltering.

“Well,” I drew in a breath, “his name is Dean. And I knew Dean a long time ago,” there was another apprehensive pause as my own pulse quickened. “Sweetheart… Dean… He’s, well… He’s your dad.”

I watched as the grin fell from Levis’ face, his green eyes widening.

“What?” his voice was all but a whisper, his gaze flitting rapidly between me and Dean, who’d now taken a step closer.

“He’s your dad,” I repeated, reaching up to softly comb my fingers through the front of his wild hair. Levis’ bottom lip started to tremble as my words sunk in, the truth of the situation we were in starting to hit home as tears started to well in his eyes.

“You’re serious?” he squeaked with a sniff.

I nodded, the emotions from my son now bleeding into me, a lump forming in my throat.

“Yeah honey, I’m serious.”

Levis’ helmet hit the dirt with a thud and in that instant he’d thrown himself at Dean, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his mud streaked face into his shirt. His dad didn’t hesitate to return the gesture, wrapping his large arms around Levis’ shoulders and pulling him into the same crushing hug I’d received earlier today.

“Hey kid,” Dean spoke against the top of Levis’ head, his voice rasping as he choked his words out, “I’m sorry it took so long for me to get here.” 

I stood up from where I’d been crouching, now clutching the small helmet that had been flung to the ground. I drew Deans’ attention as I shifted, and I felt like my heart could have exploded in my chest when I saw the glossiness in his eyes. Tears of joy, relief and perhaps even bittersweet regret were on the brink of spilling over, and the soft smile he threw my way said a million ‘thank yous’.  The quiet sounds of Levis’ sniffling were what pulled on my heartstrings the most. The boy who loved nothing more than to race bikes, watch movies and talk about cars had grown up without a dad to share those interests with. He’d watched the other kids around him down at the track, their fathers joining in with the activities. Other kids had their dads to play sports with down at the park on a sunny Sunday afternoon. They’d had a role model who they could admire, always in the bedroom next to theirs. But not Levi. He’d had me, and I did my best to fill those fatherly shoes, but we both knew it just wasn’t the same. There were times when I think it upset me more than it had upset him, feeling like my child was missing out on something so important. But now… now that Dean was here, for however long he was planning on staying, Levi could finally experience the things he’d dreamt of for so long. I just hoped it would turn out to be everything that he’d ever imagined.

I watched as Levi finally pulled away from his dad, his tears having cleaned tracks through the mud on his face. He sniffed one my time before beaming up at Dean.

“Hey, kid,” Dean smiled softly, ruffling his hair with a hand the same size as his head, “maybe if your moms ok with it, we could hang out a bit. Maybe go and grab some ice-cream? My treat,” Dean shifted that smile to me, and I would’ve had to have had a heart of stone to decline that request.

“Of course,” I smiled back, “ice-cream sounds perfect.”

“Great,” Deans’ grin widened, a refreshed look in his eye as he let go of Levi and stepped towards me, taking the helmet from my hands. My breath caught in my throat when he pressed a warm, lingering kiss to my cheek. I took everything to not let my eyes flutter closed, to not get lost in that moment, but the familiar feeling of his lips on my skin and scent washing over awoke the butterflies in my stomach. My heart leapt in my chest, and I couldn’t help the sigh of relief when he pulled away, stepping around me. He kicked the bike stand back and wheeled the small vehicle forwards, looking at Levi and urging him to come and push it.

“Come on kid, why don’t you tell me all about this beast on our way back to the truck,” he smiled to his son who beamed back, leaping over to him. Dean chuckled slightly as the smaller version of himself burst into conversation about top speeds and engine strokes, and the wide look in Deans’ eyes as he glanced up at me, finally understanding what I’d meant when I’d said they were so alike. And as Levi chatted animatedly to his dad as we walked, my heart swelled as I watched them.

I couldn’t seem to look away as I witnessed Dean gaze down at his son, looking like the proudest father in the world.

Next Chapter: Chapter 4

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[theother-victoria]

been thinking of street racing with aventurine bc I imagine he’d like the thrill of it too…

tags: not proofread, I typed this out in tumblr drafts, some suggestive comments, flirting, gn reader, I don't know anything about street racing so pls forgive any inaccuracies, banter (they're so silly)

Aventurine, who pulls up to the race in an edgy and sleek sports car, drawing the attention of everyone else there- yours included.

You lean against the side of your car, watching him as he leaves opponent after opponent in the dust. He's skilled, you'll give him that. From the aggressive driving style and the make and model of the car, you're betting it's just some bored teenage boy with daddy's money to burn, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little bit curious about the person behind the wheel.

A few easy wins later that night and you're slated to race against him. He takes his sweet time pulling up to the finish line, but to your surprise, he rolls his window down for the first time that night and you're able to get a good look at him. He's no teenage boy but he has the same mischievous look that implies he's up to no good.

"Checking me out already?" he remarks, his (captivating) eyes twinkling in delight, although they're hidden behind his sunglasses. "And I thought I'd for sure be the one to make the first move."

Oh, so he's a flirt too. You can barely hear him over the loud purring of his expensive and modded car's engine and you know tonight's race will be a tight one.

"I see you've got money. What's a rich boy like you doing all the way out here?"

His grin widens.

"Ooh, you’re sharp. I like that and the way you talk.”

"Why don't you tell me who you are first?"

He laughs and shakes his head. He rolls up the window, much to your irritation, but not before saying one last thing and sending a wink your way.

"If you win, I'll tell you who I am. How does that sound?"

Damn. No other choice but to accept since the race is about to start.

You end up losing, but just barely. You had to push your car to its limits and he wasn't above playing dirty too, giving you a couple of close calls throughout. Although, he at least didn't endanger your life like some others have in the past, so you'll give him that.

After the race ends, you pull into a brightly-lit gas station with some people there. Shortly after, another car pulls up next to you and he steps out.

"Not bad, not bad," he says, clapping lightly. "It's not often that I find someone that can at least keep up with me, much less overtake me a couple times."

"So you were following me."

He raises his hands as a mock display of innocence.

"Hey, relax! Don't be so hostile! I just wanted to get to know you a bit better, that's all. Besides, you wanted to know who I am, right?"

You watch as he scribbles something onto a business card.

"Wasn't that only applicable if I won?"

"Eh, I've changed my mind now," he says, handing the card to you. "I don't make deals that don’t pay off and I'd consider it a loss if I didn't get at least your number tonight."

"You still didn't answer my original question. What's someone like you doing all the way out here? Surely you have more important matters to attend to, right?"

He laughs.

"Wow, you really don't know who I am, huh?"

"... What's that supposed to mean?"

"Ah, nothing. Just talking to myself. But to answer your question... I suppose it's because I enjoy the thrill of it. It's like gambling. Not knowing whether you'll win or lose, or even live or die. After all, the higher the stakes, the higher the excitement- why're you looking at me like that?"

"… You're insane."

"Sure, sure, sweetheart. I'll pretend that your reasons aren't the same as mine and that the adrenaline rush doesn't excite you every time. Why else would you willingly race, night after night?"

With one last wink, he gets into his car and drives away. You finally glance at the business card, only to do a double take and gape at it in shock when you realize its contents.

Aventurine, one of the IPC's Ten Stonehearts? No way... this guy's an IPC exec?

You don't know whether to feel proud about the fact that you got an IPC executive's number without trying or humiliated about the whole exchange...

There's a winking smiley face and an "call me xoxo" written next to the phone number.

And against your better judgement, you do just that.

He turns out to be an interesting companion. You'd think that with his demanding position, he'd be traveling all over the galaxy every day- which is true, to an extent, but he's always there for your weekly races and frequently drags you out shopping with him. He teaches you how to play poker and how to count your cards, if you didn't know how to already. He then tries to get you to play a round or two against him, which you promptly refuse each time.

("I spent all that time teaching you how to play and this is what I get in return? Boo, you're no fun. But a round or two never hurt anyone, right?"

"Aventurine, even a round or two is a surefire way to go into debt to you. Absolutely not."

He pouts and grumbles like a little kid every time.)

He also pays for additional mods to your car. When you try to refuse him, he merely brushes off your concerns.

"Sweetheart, I don't think you understand," he said back then. "I make more in a day than what it costs to mod your car. To me, this is nothing. Besides, I want an opponent who can keep up with me. If you start falling behind, well, then that's no fun for both of us, right?"

One night, there’s a particularly high-stakes race that you’re slated to compete in. The cash prize is one that’s too big for anyone to pass up.

Well, except for Aventurine. That amount of money is probably nothing by his standards.

For once, he’s not racing. When it’s your turn, he waves you over with a teasing smile as you’re getting ready.

“Say, how about raising the stakes for tonight?”

“What now?”

“Let’s make a bet.”

“… Fine.”

“If you win, we go on a date together. My treat, of course. If you lose, then you’ll have to play a round of poker with me.”

There isn’t an ounce of shame in his words. You openly gape at him as he beams at you proudly.

“… What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why though?”

He shrugs.

“Simple. I know this is a bet that will pay off. And I’ve been wanting this to happen for a long time now. So…”

He leans in close, lips teasingly brushing over your ear for a moment.

“Don’t disappoint me. I want to see you try and turn the tides in your favor for this race.”

You pull away from him.

“I accept, but only because I am not going into debt because of poker.”

He laughs.

“Go on then, sweetheart. I want to see you leave everyone behind in the dust. Oh, and don’t forget your good luck kiss!”

Aventurine blows a kiss to you. You roll your eyes as you climb into your car. Insufferable, that’s what he is. But if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s reading people. Meaning he must’ve noticed that you wanted this too.

You roll your neck and focus on the road ahead. The race is about to begin.

That cash prize and date with Aventurine is yours.

[punksyeet]

- Under The Mistletoe ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) and Josh spend Christmas Eve at a party, and end it with a night from their dreams.

Warning: Lots of flirting & light smut (mostly teasing)!

A/N: merry belated christmas to all who celebrate. i hope everyone had / is having a safe and happy holiday season. this one-shot is christmas themed, so please ignore how late it’s coming out. life kinda unexpectedly got in the way around the holidays. anywho, that’s all. i hope you guys enjoy this one! 🎄♥️

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The faint sound of Chris Brown's "This Christmas" echoes through my bathroom as I apply one last layer of lip gloss in the mirror.

Tonight, for Christmas Eve, I was invited to a house party by my boyfriend Joshua.

It's taking place at his twin brother and sister in law's place down in Orlando.

I'm usually not the party type, but I'm super excited.

Reason being, Josh has been on the road with his job over at WWE a little extra lately, since they're doing a bunch of live shows as well as televised tapings.

In other words, if I didn't see him enough before the holidays, that man is an absolute ghost now.

I put my makeup away and fluff out my hair, making sure I'm satisfied with it, before leaving the bathroom to get dressed.

When picking out my outfit last night, I decided to go with something elegant yet super chic and flattering.

After all, I'm gonna be pulling up with the finest man in the world so I gotta look good!

I step into a red lace lingerie set, followed by a strapless, long sleeved, sheer cotton body-con red dress.

Just as I'm finishing up spraying some perfume, my doorbell rings.

I check myself in the mirror once more before heading down.

I take a deep breath and open the front door to a gorgeous sight: my man dressed in all black, alongside his gold chain and silver jewelry on his wrist and ears.

"Damn ma," he mutters, scanning my body and sexily licking his lips. "You look good as hell."

I playfully roll my eyes, my arms folded over my chest and body leaned against the doorframe.

"Hello to you too Joshua," I tease, smirking.

He chuckles and steps inside, sliding his hands across my waist. "My bad, mama. You caught me off guard in this dress though forreal."

"Well thank you," I reply, closing the door behind him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "You look handsome as always."

He smiles and leans in, pressing his lips to mine.

I automatically kiss back and give him a couple more pecks before pulling away and wiping my lip gloss off of his lips with my thumb.

"I missed you mama," he exclaims, sliding his hands down to my ass and giving it a tiny squeeze.

"I miss you too baby," I reply, rubbing his back. "Lemme just throw my heels on and we can head out."

I turn around and walk over to the shoe cubby near my basement door.

"What's the rush?" Josh asks, leaning against the wall. "The party don't start for another two hours."

I grab my shoes and sit on the couch, to begin putting them on.

"I told Trin I'd help her set up," I reply. "And besides, if we stay here, we both know we'll never make it in time."

He smirks and bats his eyelashes innocently. "I don't know what you mean."

I shake my head smiling, as he sits down next to me and grabs my face, attacking my cheek with kisses.

"Boy enough," I playfully scold between giggles, pushing him away.

He chuckles and smacks my ass as I get up. "Aight. But when I bring you back here later, that ass is mine."

"Yeah yeah," I brush him off, making a shooing motion with my hand. "Whatever you say."

He smirks and, hand in hand, we walk out and to his car.

"After you my lady," he coos, opening the passenger door and holding out his hand.

I smile and take it, intertwining our fingers.

"Thank you lovebug," I reply, kissing his cheek and stepping in.

He kisses my hand before letting it go and shutting my door.

Eventually, he hops in and we're off.

The car ride is filled with small talk, laughs, thigh rubs, and stolen kisses.

I missed this so much.

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Hand in hand, Josh and I walk up the steps to the front door and ring the doorbell.

Trin and Jon's dogs, Marley and Tank, automatically start barking from behind the door.

"Giiiii!" Trin squeals, wrapping me into a tight hug once she opens the door.

I giggle and hug back, as she rocks us back and forth.

"Hi Trin!" I reply excitedly, once we pull away. "You look amazing."

"Me?!" she shrieks, holding her hand on her chest and scanning my body up and down. "Bitch, look at you! Look at this body!"

She hypes me up, snapping and getting low in front of me.

I flick my hair back sassily and we share a laugh.

"Hey hey," Josh butts in. "She's mine, sis. Get in line."

"Oh shut up!" Trin replies, playfully whacking him and wrapping me into another hug.

I laugh, hugging back and stick my tongue out at my man.

He glares in response, smirking.

After greeting Josh with a hug as well, she invites us in and shuts the door.

"Jurdy!" she calls, standing by the banister. "Hurry your ass up! Jey and Gi are here!"

"I'll get him," Josh announces, giving me a quick kiss and running upstairs.

I chuckle and head over to the island, where there's a butt load of decorations.

"You two are so cute," Trin coos, joining me and separating all the decor.

I lightly blush, smiling. "Thanks, sis. I couldn't be any more happy."

She sticks out her bottom lip. "It shows, girl. You're absolutely glowing!"

"No pun intended," she adds, nudging me.

We share a laugh and quick hug before getting started.

"You can start on the table," she orders, opening up a package of red and green helium balloons that spell out "MERRY CHRISTMAS". 

I give her a thumbs up, head over to the dining table, and immediately get to work.

I pick out some cute plates, wine glasses, and utensils from her kitchen, as well as some beautiful candle holders and trees that smell of fresh pine.

About ten minutes later, the entire living area is complete and filled to the brim with Christmas cheer.

Trin claps and squeals. "It looks amazing!"

I giggle and look around, smiling. "It really does."

She holds up both of her hands, facing me. "We did that!"

Chuckling, I accept her offer and we share double high fives.

As we're cleaning up excess wrappers, Jon and Josh appear near the stairs.

"Dang it looks nice in here," Jon compliments, looking around.

"Thanks boo," Trin says, walking over to him and kissing his cheek.

I smile and finish perfecting the table before they all join me in the kitchen.

"The table looks beautiful ma," Josh coos and kisses my temple.

"Forreal," Jon agrees, throwing an arm around me. "You did your thing, sis!"

"Aww thank you guys," I reply, smiling softly and side-hugging him.

A little while later, it's officially 6pm and guests start pouring in.

The guest list includes a bunch of family and family friends including: Jon and Josh's parents, Joe and Galina, Sefa and Almia, Dwayne and Lauren, Jade and Brandon, Bianca and Kenneth, Sarona, and more.

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It's a couple hours into the party and, while the guys are out in the backyard having drinks and talking, us girls are in the living room gossiping.

"I'm gonna go grab a refill," I announce, getting up and grabbing my wine glass. "Anyone want anything?"

Everyone politely declines and goes back to their conversations once I walk away.

I head into the kitchen and grab an open bottle of Pinot Grigio from the counter, when I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"Hey gorgeous girl," Josh greets me, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I smile softly and turn to face him, leaning against the counter.

"Hi love," I greet back, running my fingers through his curls. "You having fun with the guys?"

"Mhm," he hums in reply. "It's real nice to have everyone reunited, you know?"

I nod smiling, and adjust his collar.

"Whatchu doin' with the girls?" he asks, stroking my sides.

I shrug, wrapping my arms back around his neck. "Not much. Just talking, that's all."

"That's good baby," he replies, removing a curl from my face. "I'm happy you're having a good time."

I smile softly and nod. "I am."

He smiles, grabs either side of my face gently, and kisses my forehead.

I blush, brushing our noses together.

While I'm looking up at him, I catch a glimpse of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

"Whatchu lookin' at b-" he stops in his tracks when he follows my eyes and looks up, a goofy smirk falling over his lips.

I giggle and hide my face in his chest.

He chuckles and taps my butt playfully. "Hey, hey. Don't get all shy on me now, girl. You know the rules."

He gently removes my head from his chest, cups my face, and pulls me in.

From the second our lips connect, butterflies are swarming in my stomach.

With every stroke, the kiss gets more and more heated.

Tongue.

Innocent touching.

The whole nine yards.

When we finally pull apart, he presses his forehead to mine, giving us both a chance to catch our breath.

"Come with me mama," he orders quietly, holding out his hand.

I nod, taking it. "Where are we going?"

He kisses my forehead and smirks. "Upstairs. Babygirl, I'm gonna give you a Christmas present you'll never forget."

My eyes go wide as he strokes my hand with his thumb. "B-but the party..."

"No one will notice we're gone ma," he reassures. All the guys are drunk off their asses anyway. Come kick it with your boy upstairs for a bit."

A soft smile appears on my face as he brings my hand to his lips and kisses it softly.

"I'll take that gorgeous smile as a yes," he continues, in between chuckles.

He leads us upstairs and into the guest bedroom.

** light smut warning! **

Once the door shuts behind us, our lips are connected once more, my back pressed up against the cool wooden surface.

The longer the kiss lasts, the more clothes come peeling off our bodies.

"So fucking beautiful," Josh coos, stroking my sides once I'm completely out of my dress.

I blush in reaction to the compliment and take control, grabbing his hand and leading us to the bed.

I order him to sit down and he does, looking up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes that I love so much.

They soon move lower onto my body as I give him a show, sexily removing my undergarments and straddling his lap.

Sliding my hands up his chest and slowly grinding against his now rock hard bulge, I lean down and connect our lips once more.

"Mmm fuck," he groans into my mouth, eventually shoving his tongue down my throat.

A few minutes later, we pull apart and switch positions.

"Lay back baby," he demands, his voice lustful and deep, just above a whisper. "It's gonna be a long night."

My breath hitches as he gently pushes me back and hovers over me, his cold chain ever so slightly caressing my breasts.

** light smut over! **

"I've missed you mama," he mutters into my neck. "Let me show you exactly how much."

And, boy, does he ever.

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Father's fears

Hwang In-ho (father), Hwang Jun-Ho (uncle)

You are a 17-year-old teenager. The only thing you knew was that your mother died during childbirth, which is probably why you earned the hatred and repudiation of your father, Hwang In-Ho.

Although your uncle Jun-Ho told you it really wasn't your fault; your mother was simply unhealthy and suffered from severe liver cirrhosis. The pregnancy weakened her, and that's why she died.

When you were 2 months old, In-Ho sent you to live with his brother and mother. Leaving you for many years, with no memory of who he was. You only knew Hwang Jun-Ho as your father, even though he himself told you he wasn't.

At 16, you received the best gift anyone could have given you. You had your own comfortable car, your favorite color, with your own license and your own space.

In-Ho, from the age of 14, began stalking you and gathering information about you. In some way or another, he wanted to feel the paternal instinct for the first time and fix the abandonment that had marked your life. He just didn't know how to do it.

Like the rebellious, carefree teenager you were once being, you ran away from home to a party with your friends.

You drank a lot of alcohol. And you offered to drive your friends in your car. It was the first serious mistake you now remember.

The party ended in a tragic crash, and now your friends, and especially you, were hovering between life and death.

In-ho couldn't bear to lose another person in his life. First it was his father, then his wife. And he hoped the next person wouldn't be you.

In the middle of the night, In-ho came to visit you with other Squid Game soldiers. He traveled across the island to the hospital where you were in an induced coma.

"You can't leave me."

Was the only thing he said when he saw your body covered in medical equipment and a machine that ticked off the long beeps of your miserable life.

In-ho just sighed and sat down next to you. Staring at you in a way that gave you the creeps. I'd kill whoever made that car, even if it was your fault. The car was probably broken.

He planned everything. He even found it funny that his idea to get you out of this place was more planned than your birth.

It started with a false fire alarm. Being a damn psychopath, he didn't care about scaring the other families and hospitalized people. When everyone left, with the help of his staff, he took you to the island.

You had everything: your own room, personal doctor, and personal maid. Everything for his princess.

And when your health declined again, he killed the doctor who was caring for you and brought in three more.

After two months of agony and fear, you were stable. Your health no longer depended on a machine, although your bone injuries were obviously not the same.

The first time you spoke, it was so awkward and difficult to interpret.

"So you're my father?"

You murmured from your bed, slightly dazed by the flurry of news. But In-ho simply nodded.

"I am."

"What will happen to my Uncle Jun-ho?"

You interrupted, worried that your father figure might know about this.

"He knows everything."

He lied, even though Jun-ho is probably desperate to find you and him, his older brother.

As time passed, you adapted to his presence and probably now saw him as your new father figure.

He helped you with everything, took you to the bathroom, brought you your food, and obviously forbade you from leaving during the games that took place on the island.

Basically, he was the best father you could ever know. He spoiled you but also corrected you. And he usually gave you gifts every time you did something right.

Although being on the island wasn't a relief. You still had to miss school, and In-ho hired you a private tutor, so you had seven intensive hours of classes.

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bite me(part 5) matt sturniolo

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

summary: matt hates your guts but all of that changes when he wakes up and finds out your his mate.

contains: vampire!matt x reader, highschool au! (18 years old), dark themes, death, smut (not in this part)

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matts pov.

"okay, you guys should feel different any minute now" Madi says before giving me a look. a look that says what I am doing is stupid. judging by the sadness that's roaming in my chest, I'm guessing y/n thinks its stupid too. why does she care, its not like she likes me, I think to myself. but even as I think it, I can't help but cringe at the loss of emotions I would have from getting rid of the bond. sure, it was annoying sometimes, but hell, Iife gets a little boring when you've been living for so long. its easy to go numb and become desensitized, and that's what made y/n an anomaly. even before the mating bond, she made me feel things. even things I didn't want to feel like annoyance and anger.

I look over at her and I can't help but stare. she's so pretty, I think even as the bond fades into a dull nothing.

"quite staring, your freaking me out" she says looking at me. I can see the tears in her eyes, and ,even though the bonds gone, I know she wishes there weren't any. I knew her and I knew that she didn't like to feel like others had power to make her sad or upset. she never wanted to lose control. I can't help but note how much I know about her. more than I thought I knew.

I look away and grab her arm and sigh at the fact that there are no tingles or heat that flash through me this time. "I'll take you home, it's been a long night." and so from there we head back to the car. shit, I almost forgot about chris. I open my phone to call him, but I see a text notification from him instead. "I'm going to stay, the spell could take all night for me" it says. I can't help but wonder how someone can take away the pain of losing a mate, but shrug it off. if I knew I'd be a magic user, not a vampire. and I wouldn't be standing here awkwardly with a girl I hated two days ago. a girl I wish I could comfort, but don't know how too. we climb in the van and I turn on the car. the hiss of the ac and the quiet hum of the radio are the only sounds in the car. she opens her mouth and closes it again. "what? what is it?" i sigh because the tension is killing me.

"if the bond is gone then why am I still sad?" she says quietly. I note the fact that this is the most vulnerable I've ever seen her. she's always had a strong front, and always had something smart to say. but now in the quiet that is my van, I feel like I see her, the real her.

"I don't know why." I say honestly, but cringe at the monotone way I say it. like I didn't care to know why she was upset, and right then I knew her walls were going to come back up before they even do. she shrugs and wipes her face once. "can I play music then, I don't like moping around." she sighs, grounding herself again. "I know you don't" I say softly "and yes you can, as long as you don't have shit music taste" I smirk at the end. teasing her is so much easier and more natural then whatever we've been doing the past 15 minutes. "Oh it's amazing, you're gonna wanna add my songs to your playlist when I'm done. " she takes the mood change and runs with it. she even laughs and I don't even try to stop myself from admiring her smile.

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I pull into her house and all the lights are on and there are clanging noises coming from the inside of her home. its damn near 5 am and no one should be up that early on a Sunday morning. we were just having a good time, surprisingly, listening to music with each other. we both like the same kind of music and even though I acted like I hated her singing I didn't mind. but she wasn't singing now, she actually looked really scared.

"my dads home" she whispers and looks at me with wide glossy eyes. worry flutters in my chest at the sight of her being afraid. this guy must be bad news. "he rarely ever comes home" she says in the same quiet tone her eyes widening even further before she turns to me. "I thought Madi said she put a protection spell on me." she runs her hands through her hair and her breathing is picking up. if she keeps this up, she's going to have a panic attack.

" she did, okay, so you have nothing to worry about!" the words sound all wrong coming out of my mouth. I meant for them to come out comforting but instead they sound a bit like I just want her to shut up and get out of my car. why do I always have to sound so mean.

her breathing picks up more and she's crying now. "you don't know what he's like, matt! you've never met the guy. he doesn't want anything to do with me! and when he comes home, he's always drunk" she pauses and closes her eyes gasping for breath. "and he's mean!" she sobs. before I can stop myself I grab her face and guide her gaze away from the house to me. if she hadn't told me this, I would have never known she'd been hurt this way. I couldn't help but wonder how many times she came home to find a nightmare in her house.

"you don't have to be with that guy" I say slowly and nod my head before continuing

"just stay with me" I whisper.

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Thunderstorm

"Are you even listening to me?" Sophia asked, pouting, pacing the living room.

It was a gloomy Thursday night and Vince was sitting on his parents' couch, with Livia fast asleep against his arm. He had volunteered to play babysitter, despite the fact Soph would be home, simply because being all alone in his house with his thoughts didn't seem like a good idea.

"Uh?"

"Are you listening to me?" She repeated, and Liv stirred slightly.

"Uhm, yeah, yeah-" Vince lied, moving his arm so he could scoop up the seven year old, "I'm going to put Liv to bed and get going."

"Oh my God, you were not!" Sophia cried out, following him as he picked up Livia and started to walk up the stairs, "I was asking you to help me find an affordable bike or car-"

"Ah," Vince nodded, blushing and pushing Livia's door open with his arm, "sure, bambi, whatever you want-"

"Urgh, forget it. I'll ask babbo."

"Babbo doesn't know a damn thing about cars," Vince rolled his eyes, gesturing for Soph to pull up the blankets of the bed, "I'll help, I just-" he leaned in, planting Livia on top of the mattress and tucking her in, "It's just been a bad week, Soph."

There was a beat of silence, surprisingly so, and when he turned around his sister was glaring at him in a concerned manner, hands planted on her hips.

"You never told me what happened," she said, squinting at him and following Vince out of the room, turning on Livia's night light on her way out, "do I need to kick Wendy's ass?"

Vince let out a surprised chuckle, "what? No, Wen and I are fine, we're great. She's clearing her closet so I'll have any space to put my clothes," he snorted at the thought, "you might actually wanna text her, she's getting rid of a lot of stuff you might like."

"Ah, okay," Sophia was still squinting at him, following him like an annoying chihuahua as they walked down the stairs, "are you gonna fess up? You've been so weird, like weirder than the usual, lately."

"Thanks," Vince rolled his eyes, walking into the kitchen and starting the coffee machine as he filled up a mug, "Luke- Luke and I had a fight..."

Sophia leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed to her chest and she raised her eyebrows, "you and Luke? You guys don't fight..."

"Well, apparently now we do," Vince looked away from her, unable to meet his sister's judgmental gaze as he continued to say, "we had a fight that weekend he was over, uhm- Almost two months ago, now? The one he got sick with my bug...?"

"I remember that, yeah, when he came for dinner," he could hear the impatience in her voice.

"Yeah, and- And the argument sort of escalated and he accused me of cheating on Wendy-" Vince heard a hiss, Sophia's whole spine straightening up like a snake's ready to attack, "and I told him I'd end our friendship if he ever said that again... And ever since I thought we were fine, but I don't think- We are not. He-" his voice caught in the knot in his throat and Vince wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans, "he basically told me he doesn't think we're friends anymore, I-" Vince interrupted himself, jaw locking in place, unable to keep going.

There was a beat of heavy silence, then Sophia took a step closer, so she could get a good look at his face since he was still stubbornly looking at the kitchen sink.

"Vin," she was frowning at him, brows almost meeting and the corners of her mouth pulled down, "what the fuck? That's not a fight, that's- You haven't talked with him since?"

He shook his head, feeling incredibly self conscious as Sophia studied him with a displeased frown, "he was really sick during the Superbowl and so was I... Then I had to come back for work and I-" he shrugged, trying to mask the fact he had simply been scared. He was fucking terrified of calling Luke since or going back to Welton and finding out Lucas meant every word when he was talking about them being friends in the past tense.

"You're supposed to be smart, no?" Sophia scoffed, pursing her lips, "the guy tells you you're no longer friends and you leave? And don't talk after? Do you even care?"

It felt like being slapped across the face and Vince jumped, startled, "of course I care, I love him like my brother!" Vince exclaimed, offended, and his sister simply shrugged, unbothered by his tone.

"Really?" She raised a skeptical brow, blue eyes sparkling, "if it was me telling you're cheating on Wendy, you'd cut relations with me?"

Vince scoffed, glaring at her and rolling his eyes, "I can't cut relations with you, Sophia," he wrinkled his nose, "but it'd be fucking rude of you to say that, so yeah, I'd be pissed-"

"But you wouldn't cut relations with me over it," Soph shrugged, unbothered and sounding a little smug. Then her face softened as a thought occurred her, shoulders dropping and smile wavering, "you do know its okay to like... Not want to be friends anymore? I'm just sayi-"

"No," Vince shook his head vehemently, "that's the opposite of what I want. Hell, I'm moving back because I miss him, this has to count for something, right?"

"What did Luke say when you told him?" Sophia asked, stealing the coffee mug Vince had forgotten about. She busied herself with blowing the smoke off its top and taking a sip, before frowning as she looked up and met her brother's guilt gaze, "you didn't tell him?"

Vin bit down his lip, "like I said, we were both sick and then he- He told me we're no longer friends and I just... I couldn't-"

"So you haven't talked with him since, you didn't tell him you're moving back- What did you do? Because you're telling me he's your best friend and, really, I was more mindful towards the cheer bitches than you are being right now."

"Don't call your friends that," Vince berated her automatically, only for his sister to roll her eyes at him.

"That's my point, they're not my friends, they're the girls from the cheer team," Sophia shrugged, "anyway, I think you fucked it."

Vince's stomach rolled at the words. He knew Soph was dramatic and only 18 and she wasn't particularly good dealing with people... But she wasn't telling him anything he didn't already think.

"Fuck-" outside the kitchen window, he saw the headlights of his parent's car as they entered the garage, "I have to go."

"Okay..." Sophia planted her mug back down, then took a tentative, hesitant step closer and Vince raised his eyebrows as she wrapped her arms around him, awkwardly so.

"What are you doing?" He asked, as she pulled him into a makeshift hug. Sophia let out a long suffering sigh, the top of her head brushing his chin.

"Hugging you...?"

He wrapped his arms around her, properly pulling her closer and immediately felt Soph trying to pull back.

"Okay, that's enough," she shoved his arm just as their parents entered the house, whispering between themselves.

"Is everything okay?" Ma asked as she caught the hug just as they pulled apart, "Sophia?"

Vince snorted at that, avoiding his mother's eyes since she could always read him like a book, "I have to go," he circled his sister, hugging his parents goodbye, "I'm hitting the road tomorrow early morning."

"I thought you weren't going over this weekend..." Ma pouted, as she followed him to the garage, where his bike was parked. Vin shrugged, putting his helmet on and getting on top of the vehicle.

"Changed my mind," he said in a nonchalant way, although he was feeling anything but. Sophia's words were swirling in his mind, what had he done besides running away? To reassure Luke of their friendship?

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"Jonah's right," Luke declared, as he grabbed his wallet and his jacket, causing Bella to look up from the couch where she had been putting together an old radio she thrift shopped.

"There's a sentence I don't hear every day," she teased him lightly, "uh- Where are you going?"

"Vince's," his whole face was tingling. It was only two days since Jon had asked him to be his best man, a week since the whole Superbowl fiasco and Lucas had slowly but surely arrived at the conclusion that he'd apologize and do whatever it took, but he was not going to end his friendship with Vince.

"It's 7 PM, Luke," Bella frowned at him, "you'll arrive at 11, I don't want you on the road so late..."

"I can't sit here, Bell," he paced the living room nervously, "It's driving me insane, I need to talk with him."

"In the morning-"

"No, tonight," it was overdue, as far as he was concerned. He shook his head stubbornly, trying to make it clear this was not a fight Bella could win. She probably arrived to the same conclusion, because her blue eyes got a frustrated glint to them.

"Okay..." She sighed, "call me as soon as you get there, please?"

"Will do," Luke pressed a kiss to her forehead, clicking at his car keys, "I'll be back for lunch tomorrow," he promised, "I love you."

"I love you too, don't let Vin puppy eye his way into things," Bella warned him, walking to the door so she could see him off, "Lucas."

"I won't," he swore, then cringed as he felt the cold breeze cut through his jacket, almost causing the front door to close on Bell's face. His wife looked unusually displeased by the gloomy weather, probably because he was about to drive for four hours.

Bella had a point about him letting Vin win any argument as soon as he pulled out his puppy eyes and there was a small, vindictive part of him that thought he was being stupid by driving over. Vince had messed up and he was the one who should be apologizing, not Luke, he genuinely believed that-

Except he didn't. End of the day, it didn't matter who was in the wrong, it didn't matter the heartbreak or anything else. He wanted Vince in his life, so pride be damned, he was going to apologize if that's what it took.

The rain started halfway through his drive there, a heavy thunderstorm with lightning bolts painting the pitch dark sky fluorescent blue for a split second. Luke's head started to throb, due to the flickering lights, and he groaned, rubbing at them with one hand, while killing the radio that had just turned into static.

Outside of Vince's place, a streetlamp had stopped working, so Luke couldn't see much as he opened the car and rushed through the rain to his best friend's porch, hammering on the door.

"Vince!? VIN!" he was drenched wet and shaking from the cold as the wind howled, so maybe his knocks were harder than they should've been and for a second Luke worried about being rude, only to realize that Vince wasn't even home.

Great.

He shuddered as the wind picked up. His phone was inside his car and he could rush over there to grab it and call Vin, maybe crank up the heater, but he was so worried he'd call Vince only to learn that he was out with Max. It felt pathetic, to be this jealous, but Vin hadn't bothered to talk with him since the Superbowl and Luke couldn't do much about the way his thoughts were whirling, making up scenarios...

There was the flicker of yellow of Vince's bike as he turned the corner of his street and then parked before the house.

Either he had headphones on or Luke's voice was too low, because as he said "Vince!" a thunder swallowed it up and his friend continued to march forward to the porch, nearly trampling him over. He shook Vin's arm and the other man whirled around, startled.

"JESUS CHRIST!" He yelled, nearly jumping out of his skin, "LUKE!?"

"YEAH!" Luke yelled over the thunder and Vince did nothing to his insecurity as he frowned instead of smiling, giving Lucas a once over and then pulling him inside the house, shutting the storm outside.

"What are- Shit, for how long have you been out there? Why didn't you call me?!" Vince asked, buzzing around the house so he could grab a towel in the bathroom and throwing it on top of Luke's head. Lucas was shivering, teeth chattering, face all pale and raindrops running down from his dark hair, glued down to his head.

"Fi-figured yo-you'd be here soon," Luke mumbled, drying his hair and stripping off his soaked jacket, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to talk with you-"

"God, don't apologize," Vince interrupted him, harshly, and Luke's mouth snapped closed. Okay, so maybe he had underestimated how messed up things were...?

But then Vince continued, "I was going over tomorrow, I also think we should talk…"

Suddenly he couldn't breathe. Anxiety causing his stomach to freeze over, fingers stopping as he clutched the towel and mumbled a little pathetic, "Ah..."

Vince was done with him. All he had feared from the second Vin announced he was moving to Doveport came crashing down. The little nagging voice that bothered him as he was the only one who visited, as Vince brought Max everything, as the distance drifted apart... Vince had been trying to let him down gently, but Luke had made it impossible and now he was there, freezing to the bone, shivering violently, and Vin was going to spell it out for him.

He couldn't breathe.

Luke stumbled back, shaking his head, "no, don't- Don't say that-" he mumbled through numb lips, a harsh gag wrecking through him and little colorful dots appearing in his vision.

"Luke?"

He wheezed instead of answering, then reached behind him blindly until he found the door handle and pulled at it, so he could stumble back outside in the middle of a storm to retch on Vince's front lawn.

The world tilted and he lost his footing on the slippery porch, sinking to his knees, only for Vin to stop him from fully falling.

"Geez," Vince sank to his knees behind him, rubbing a hand up and down Luke's back, "you're okay buddy, I got you. Get it up."

Lucas didn't need anymore incentive. The blood was still singing in his ears and he was struggling to hear Vin through the noise, his whole body pulsing as panic clawed at him, making it harder to breath. His stomach rolled again and all the coffee he had chugged since morning came rushing up, exploding past his lips in one big bitter gush and splattering on the grass.

He sucked in air, raspy as if he had been drowning, and coughed, spitting the ropey saliva accumulating in his mouth. The storm raged on, more rain splashed on his face, caused Vince's curls to whirl around his face.

"Are you sick?!" Vince's hand, the one not on his back but holding him by the bicep, moved so he could cup Luke's forehead, pushing back his sweaty waves, "you don't have a fever, you're freezing!"

"Not-not sick..." Luke gasped, doubting Vince could hear him over the storm, before retching once more. It was unproductive, but didn't stop his stomach from contracting several times more. He tugged on the neckline of his shirt, feeling like it was suffocating him, "can't breathe."

"Shit," Vince's voice sounded like it was coming from underwater and Luke clawed at his neck, wanting to crawl out of his skin. It was not an unfamiliar feeling, the thousand little needles prickling his face and neck, the way his head was spinning and the fact his thoughts were running in circles. Vince's gonna leave me.

"Luke, Luke, hey-" Vince patted his cheek, forcing their eyes to meet and Lucas blinked quickly to get rid of the blurriness in his sight, only to realize those were tears as they ran down his cheeks to meet Vin's fingers, burning hot tears instead of the freezing raindrops, "deep breath through your nose, c'mon-" Vince mimicked a deep breath, nostrils flaring and Lucas took a second to imitate him.

"Now hold it," Vin held out his free hand, the one not cupping Luke's sick covered chin, counting from 1 to 5, "out through your mouth, slowly..."

He pushed Luke back, so his back was resting against the front door and they weren't getting slowly bathed by the rain.

The air was shaky as it made it past his lips, catching in the back of his throat as Luke let out a sob. His thoughts were scrambled, eyes still searching Vince's face for some sort of silent communication. He was making a mess out of himself-

"LUKE," Vince shook him, like a rattle toy, as he started hyperventilating again, "look at me-"

"You-you," he tried to articulate, then was interrupted by a gag. Vince frowned, his dark brows meeting in one angry caterpillar, brown eyes meeting Luke's.

"I?"

"Please don't- Don't leave," Luke choked out and the tears he had been holding back, or thought he was holding back given the ones that had already escaped, came bursting forward. It wasn't cute, it was gross sobs and snot running down his nose and his whole face swollen up as he clutched Vin's shirt like a boy, fist so tight the knuckles turned white.

"Shit," Vince tried to pull back, then melted into the hug, embracing Luke completely, "what the fuck, Luke, I'm not leaving..." Luke hadn't felt physically small ever since he was sixteen, but now he felt like a little kid as Vin's arms wrapped around him into a tight hug.

It seemed like it took forever, but was probably just about six to eight minutes, for the sobs to taper off and his breathing to calm down. The shame that took up the space of panic was just as claustrophobic and overwhelming. Luke pulled back from the hug, against his wishes, and wiped at his face. He had made a mess out of Vince's porch and out of his apology. Hell, out of all of this...

"You haven't had a panic attack in years," Vince pointed out, knee bumping with Luke's as he moved to sit facing ahead to the street, so they were side by side on the step that separated his little kitchenette from the street.

"Not true," Luke's voice was scratchy and he forced out a shuddering breath, "had one back in the waiting room when Bell had a miscarriage... But they lessened since I figured out the medicine situation, yeah."

"The medicine situation," Vince parroted and Luke flinched, twisting his hands. How large was the rift between them, really? He had told Vince about being on antidepressants, but only way after the Big Depressive Episode A.K.A Christmas had happened. He hadn't wanted Vin to think it had been his fault, because it wasn't.

"Yeah, uhm- The first meds they put me on made me super nauseated, so I stopped taking them, then I went back..." he pulled on his neckline again, averted his eyes away from the puddle of coffee being absorbed by the grass, "it's not a big deal."

"Uh-hu," Vince scoffed, rubbing his stubble, "but you're on meds now and you had a panic attack," he turned to look at Lucas, his eyes piercing the side of his face, "I'm sorry I said I-"

Luke interrupted him with a nod, ducking his chin to his chest and blowing out a little burp as his stomach churned uneasily, "yeah, I know-"

"Shut up for a second," Vince scoffed, turning so he was properly looking at him, "look at me."

Bossy, Luke thought, but obeyed. Vince's chocolate brown eyes were huge in his face, worry clouding them, "I was angry and I wanted you to hurt," he admitted, quietly, "and you were being a jerk, accusing me of cheating or like I could ever-"

"Vin-"

"-But I shouldn't have said that," Vince ignored him, speaking louder and over Luke's weak attempt to interrupt, "I knew it was going to hurt you and I said it because of it, but I shouldn't have. I didn't- I didn't realize the rift between us was so severe and I took for granted the amount of work you were putting into our friendship and I was dismissive about Max-"

"I was a jealous prick-"

"Please, let me finish," Vince glared at him, voice all thick and choked out as if there was a knot in his throat and that caused Luke to feel a stab to his chest. It was one thing to feel rejected and abandoned, so insecure in their relationship that it felt like it was easier to blow it all up, it was another thing to see Vin hurting this much. Lucas felt like an asshole for being so dramatic that they were now in this situation... "I'm sorry I said what I said," Vin mumbled, his chin wobbling, "I need you to believe me, I didn't mean it like that. I could never end our friendship, I- Fuck, Luke, I was a jerk, but this past week has been hell on Earth, I don't want us not to be friends anymore, I don't want us not to talk, I miss you-"

"Please stop," Luke all but whimpered, "I did this, I insulted you and I was jealous about Max like a fucking toddler in the playground and I- I shut you out. I blew this out of proportion and it was because I didn't want us to stop being friends and-"

"I'm moving back to Welton," Vince blurted out, interrupting his speech.

Lucas' mouth snapped closed, eyebrows jumping up and disappearing into the rain soaked chocolate waves falling over his forehead, "what?"

"I'm moving back," Vin repeated, suddenly sounding unsure and hesitant, "I- Just so you know, I decided it before we- fuck, was it even a fight? Or just us falling apart?"

Yeah, no. Luke shook his head vehemently at the idea of them falling apart, the tight grip in his chest returning.

Vince let out a heavy sigh, "I miss you," he said in a whisper, before repeating himself, louder, "I miss you, and everyone else and- And I will miss my family, Luke, so much, you have no idea how much-"

He didn't, not even remotely.

"But you're my family too," Vince finished his sentence and Luke's head snapped up, heart hiccupping in his chest, "all of you. I mean, of course I miss my girlfriend like hell, but I miss you and Bell and Leo and Jonah and my town... And you-you told me, if I stayed in Welton for Wendy, if I didn't take a chance at what I thought I wanted, I'd resent her... Well, I resent myself here, I resent not being a part of the group and I resent the distance between us and that I wasn't there for you and that you ever doubted our friendship..."

"But in Welton you're going to miss your family..." Luke argued, weakly, just because he felt like it was the proper thing to be done, when in reality he was almost dizzy with relief and selfish happiness at Vince's confession. The worm eating away at his sanity was squished under Vin's decision, the fear that the relationship wasn't reciprocal, that he was giving so much of himself to someone who was going to abandon it at the flick of a hand like his parents had.

"I know," Vince nodded, "and I'll visit, I'll visit a lot... But I can't stay here just because I'm afraid they'll have their own lives without me, instead of living my actual life, Luke. Welton is my life, you are, all of you."

It was like suddenly he could breathe.

Luke slumped to the side, giving up any pretense at control or nonchalance, collapsing fully against Vin's arm and smiling as his best friend let out a squeak and scrambled to grab him.

There was a loud thunder, a lightning bolt illuminating the whole yard.

"Don't pass out on me!"

"I'm not," Luke sighed, turning his head so he could press his nose to Vin's bicep, breathing in and out deeply, "I should not be this happy you're coming back."

"I'd be fucking wounded if you weren't," Vince scoffed, shaking with a surprised chuckle and moving so he could wrap an arm around Luke's shoulder, personal space be damned, "...Are we- are we good?"

"Yeah," Luke nodded, then turned his head up, so he could look at Vin, "are we? Are you still pissed at me?"

"Jesus, Luke, I wasn't mad at you even for a minute after I said that..." Vince sounded frustrated, "please tell me you get it, I hate feeling like we're speaking different languages. It drives me crazy."

Luke let out a huff, nodding, "we're good..." then he pulled back, a big smile on, "you told Wen you're moving back yet? Does anyone know?"

"Wendy does, of course. She's over the moon," Vince grinned, shoulders dropping as their normal dynamic creeped back in, "I told my family this past week and..." he hesitated, but Luke caught on it like a shark.

"And Max too."

Vince blushed, furiously, "and Max too," he agreed, "I just- I like the guy, it felt unfair to up and leave without explaining why I'm going... Like what I did with you guys. Can't keep repeating the same mistakes, right?"

"Right," he nodded in agreement, although Lucas thought that was horrible timing on Vin's part to start acting all mature, "how did he react?"

Vince shrugged, "he seemed fine," he sighed, thumping Luke's back, "let's go back inside and you can tell me everything else I missed."

Easy like that, they were back in synchrony.

[issdisgrace]

I'd love to request, jason x male reader, who has a prosthetic arm and leg, you can decide. And the reader meeting the Wayne family for the first time, and Bruce being a bit judgy. Maybe Bruce even asking Jason in Private if he's sure the reader is the right person

I hope you're comfortable writing this :)

YOU SURE ABOUT THIS

WARNINGS: None unless you count swearing.

A/N: Y/n just has a prosthetic arm. Also when i was writing i wrote this with Bucky Barnes in my mind.

I look over at Y/n as I park in front of the manor.

“Are you sure about this? We can go home and order takeout.”

“I can do this, Jason. I need to, they are your family.”

“You don’t need to do anything that you don’t feel comfortable with.”

“If I didn’t step out of my comfort zone, then I wouldn’t be here with you right now. So let’s get this show on the road.”

“Ok and remember we can leave at anytime.”

“I’ll be fine Jason and stop worrying so much, it will give you wrinkles.” Y/n days before giving me a quick kiss on the lips before getting out of the car. I sigh to myself before getting out as well. He’s right. He’s always right. Can’t he ever be wrong? I reach out for his hand and gently lead him up the steps of the manor. As I got to knock on the door, it opens and revealing Alfred.

“Master Jason and you must be Master Y/n pleasure to meet you. I’m Alfred Pennyworth, the butler. Please do come in.” Alfred says, stepping to the side to let us in. Walking in the warmth of the manor is comforting, like always, especially on cooler evenings like this.

“Pleasure to meet you to Alfred. I’ve heard a lot about you from Jason.” 

“All good, I hope,” Alfred says as he closes the door.

“Very much. I heard that you are an excellent cook.”

“And baker. He makes a mean snickerdoodle.” I add.

“You always know how to falter me, Master Jason. Anyway, your father and brothers are in the living room. I must get back to the kitchen to make sure nothing burned.”

“Alright, thanks Alfred.” I watch as Alfred walks down the hall and when he’s out of earshot, I ask.

“You good.” Y/n grabs my face with his hands.

“I’m good Jason.” He says before giving me a kiss.

“Ok.” I say as I pull away.

“Now, how about you introduce me to your family?”

“Alright, it’s just this way.” I say as I start to lead him towards the livingroom. I notice the way he looks around. It’s in admiration.

“This place is very beautiful.”

“I guess.” I say, leading them into the livingroom.

“Jason, my son. It’s good to see you,” Bruce says, getting up from his armchair.

“Good to see you too, old man. This is Y/n, Y/n this is Bruce.”

“Nice to meet you, Bruce.” Y/n says, reaching out to shake his hand. Bruce shakes his hand and I can see the way his eyes flicker to Y/n’s prosthetic arm. We take a seat on the empty couch and I silently pray to the gods he doesn’t say anything as my brothers introduce themselves. Of course, the last one is Tim.

“Tim and that a nice piece of metal you got there.” I try to contain myself, feeling the urge to strangle him.

“Yeah, a friend of mine made it for me shortly after I lost my arm. And I’ve been rocking with it sense then.”

“Cool, does it function?”

“It does see,” Y/n says, showing how the arm and hand can move around.

“Thats neat. How do that?”

“I have a plate built into my shoulder that my arm attaches too and that is hooked up to my brain and that’s how I control it.”

“Damn that pretty high tech.” Tim says.

“It is, Drake. May I ask how you lost your arm?” Damian asks surprisingly kindly. Hmm, that is weird. I look over at Y/n and take his hand, giving him a gently squeeze. 

“I lost it during my time as a P.O.W..”

“Thank you for your service.” Dick is quick to say with a smile. I sigh to myself, finally relaxing, Its was nice to see Dick

being Dick. I just hope short stack and Bruce don’t say anything insensitive. 

“It was my honor to serve.” Y/n days.

This whole thing definitely went better than I suspected. I smile to myself as watch as Dick practically pulls Y/n out of the dining room behind him, wanting to show him around the manor. Tim and Damian following behind them. As I go to join them, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I brush the hand off and turn around to look at Bruce. 

“I know this isn’t my place, but are you sure about them? Are you sure they’re the one?” He asks. When he asks that I see fucking red.

“Why? You think they're damaged goods because they lost one of their arms. Well listen here, old man, I love them and I will marry them one day. So keep your shit opinion to yourself and go fuck yourself.” I say making sure my anger was on full display. I then turn around and leave the dining room to go find where my brothers dragged my boyfriend off to.

EXTRA:

“Master Bruce, that was very out of line of you.”

“I just want to make sure he’s making the right decision.”

“He is an adult. He can make his own decisions and, remember don’t judge a book by its cover, Master Bruce. I raised you better.”

[heartfullofleeches]

Bullied yan x delinquent reader who beats up their bullies once (probably because they were in the readers spot or getting in their way) know bullied yan clings to the reader and treats them like a god and basically willingly becomes their slave and the reader just looks at them with disgust and slight concern.

Bullied yan: I’ll kill them all if you told me to

Delinquent reader: that’s fucking stupid- you’d be throwing your life your away by murdering someone or anyone for no reason other than “somebody told me too”, don’t waste your life like that

Bullied: Y-You care about my life

Delinquent reader: NO! Fuck off

[light violence, excessive language]

"Alright, idiots. Since you chucklefucks clearly forgot how things run around here while I was away - I'd say it's time for another lesson. Line up and spread 'em."

Trembling in fear, your fellow delinquents part their fingers wide as they place their hands palms down on the gravel - breathing quickened as your looming shadow towers over their battered forms. Whistling along, you step over their hands in a leisurely stride - twisting your heels into the backs of their hands and crushing their fingers raw. You stare down every one of your victims - drawing your foot back to plant it square in the chest of the bully who immediately retracts their hands at you step off their hand. Yanking them forward by the collar as they reel, you crack them hard upside their head as you his.

"Did I fucking say you could move, bitch? I should break every god damn bone in your body for the shit you've been pulling lately, but I'm not trying to get expelled. "

The bully covers their face, shrinking as you ball your fist. "W-we're sorry, Y/n. We thought you were going to be out for the rest of the week. Please don't hurt me.."

What's happening...? The bullies who made their few short weeks in town a living hell - cowering as if they were cut from the same cloth. How-

Thomas had never been the most liked by their peers. Nish interests and their weak frame made them a prime target for bullying. Their parents already had the car packed at the first sign of trouble and off to the next district to try again instead of taking the easy route and letting them in their high school years at home. They tried harder to fit in this time. Blended with the crowd, stuck to themself and their books. In such a short time their family had found stable jobs and made friends with their neighbors. They didn't want to take that away from them, even at the expense of their own happiness away well being.

The bullies here were a different breed. All it took was mistaking one of their bags as their own for everything to crumble around Thomas. The next day they found glass in their locker, accusing words etched into their desk. They were hounded for the money from their part-time job and beaten when they refused to comply. What made matters worse was there were rumors of someone worse than them on suspension after assaulting another student in the parking lot. This was hell, and if they had to deal with another bully they likely wouldn't survive. All they wanted was for someone - anyone to rescue them from this nightmare.

"I've told you time and time again that the bleachers are my territory. You dumbasses think you're sneaky, but you always leave cigarettes and other filth behind. I want you to clean your shit up - and get the fuck off my property."

You look back at Thomas like a beast to prey. "And I want you to return everything you stole from that guy. I let you off the hook easy one to many times. On second thought, gimme me that."

You tear the watch off leader's wrist and throw it at them as you walk pass. "Pawn it. Should be worth almost as much as they took."

Thomas misses the catch, scrambling to their feet to pick up the watch. "T....thank you?"

You scoff. "Don't thank me. Those morons never learn and needed an explanation of what happens when you mess with my shit. Stay away from me or you'll end up just like them."

You push past them as you walk off. Thomas would later come to find you were the student spoken of in rumors and the guy you nearly put in the hospital had tried to fight you the authority you never sought to claim. Many saw you as another target for your reserved nature until you put them in their place with your fist. You were almost alike in that regard. Challenged by peers for your differences. Unlike Thomas, you had the courage to hold your ground and knock someone down if needed. It was aw inspiring. It was enchanting. Maybe you were more alike than they'd originally thought. Thomas had always longed for companionship and maybe deep down you wanted the same. Partners in this cruel, fucked up world.

The next day, Thomas waits outside for you to show. You arrive almost thirty minutes late making it the first day they've ever been late for class, but they were fully prepared to shed their old self to make room for whatever you wanted them to be. They run up to you, digging through their bag as they call out.

"Ah - Y/n! Wait!"

You turn, annoyance clear as day. "Yea?..."

Thomas laughs, oddly giddy at the aggression in your tone. "So that is your name... I, uh - have a present for you. My mom goes hunting in the fall and really wants me to come with her. She gave me this as an early gift and I thought you'd be better with it."

Raising a brow, your curiosity plummets as the sheath of the item Thomas drew comes into view. A hunting knife, roughly sixteen inches in length and engraved with their initials. It felt almost romantic to give something with their name to you. Your eyes shoot around the open hall; shoving their hands and the knife back into their bag as your voice drops to a venom posed whisper.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Thomas giggles hysterically. They never wanted to wash their hands again. "Y-you're touching me...."

"Why did you bring that here? Are you trying to get us both kicked out or arrested?"

"I-I just wanted to give you something to help you out if you get into trouble again. You said it yourself that they never learn. There's no better lesson than slitting someone's throat, right? If you're worried about getting caught you don't have to be. I'll take care of everything - and even if we do get caught I'll take the blame."

You let them go, wiping your hands on your shirt as your face scrunched in disgust. "You're stupider than you look. Stay the fuck away from me freak - and don't throw your life away over dumb shit like someone knocking you around.

Thomas sighs as you storm off. They feel as though they should be upset, but even in threat it almost sounds like you're just looking out for them in your own, special way. This move really had been a change - for the better.

[astrronomemes]

THAT '70S SHOW: STARTERS

a collection of my personal favorite quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 1998-2006 television sitcom, That '70s Show. change & alter as needed.

"Well, damn, [name], I can't control the weather!"

"If I could run across a beach into my own arms, I would."

"Yelling is the only part of being a father that I enjoy."

"What did you eat for breakfast? Carnation Instant Bitch?"

"Why do you think the Martians won't land here? Because they're green, and they know people are going to make fun of them."

"It's every little girl's dream to get married out of spite!"

"We keep our Christmas decorations down there! Baby Jesus was watching!"

"If this van's a-rockin'... we're in there, doing it."

"Well, I'd like to help, but not as much as I'd like not to."

"Anyone else feel like a rainbow?"

"My heart aches with pain. When I see you, I vomit. Die away from me."

"The beautiful cannot be held responsible for the havoc our looks create."

"My foot is shaking, it wants to kick his ass so bad!"

"Just once, I want the right thing and the topless thing to be the same thing!"

"If you don't get caught, everything is legal."

"I am not drunk! I am upset! ...And drunk."

"Where Zen ends, ass-kicking begins."

"Life is too short to spend it with people who annoy you."

"I'm a hot-looking, smooth-talking, frisky-ass son of a bitch."

"[Name], get in the car. We're going on a freaking date."

"When I go to the hospital, I like to not die."

"Crack a book, you lazy son of a bitch."

"If you really do love her, there's only one thing to do, man. You got to dump her, and live free."

"I'm going to go out, meet some boys, and crush their hearts one by one."

"I'm like ketchup. I go good on everything."

"I was never happy. I was just less pissed off."

"So that's what an adulteress is! I always thought it was a tiny adult."

"For your information, I'm already sorry I was ever born."

"What are you gonna put on your résumé? Dumbass?"

"I'd get up, but my back is still sore from that knife you stuck in it."

"I don't want to go outside! There are people out there!"

"I cannot be held responsible for the things that come out of my mouth!"

"Oh, no. Now I have to act normal."

"You can hit him in the groin with a banjo."

"Well, I've got to go to sleep, because I have a big day of misery ahead of me tomorrow."

"I don't need another friend. I've already got two."

"Seeing you work hard and take pride in what you do... I lost respect for you, man."

"I wanted to get you a card, but they don't have one for our specific situation. So, here — happy first communion."

"I could kill you without making a sound."

"I can't go outside. I'm allergic to pollen. And social situations."

[the-froschamethyst4]

Proposal

𖤐Pairing: Alex x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, kissing, hints of smut, language, talks of marriage, the 'L' word,

𖤐Summary: Alex has seen his friends get married, have kids etc., him and his girlfriend Y/n are new to the relationship but Alex is very impatient and wants to marry Y/n ASAP

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Alex sat in the mess-hall looking at his friends all talk about their wives and kids. Price was showing Soap and Ghost a picture of his baby girl with her foot in her mouth, after getting out of her bath.

"She's so cute," Soap says, taking the phone.

"How'd you manage that, Price?" Ghost asked.

"Oh you know, genetics," Price says, leaning back and bucking his hips up a little bit.

Alex then looks at Alejandro and König, exchanging wedding photos. Alex was in a relationship with his girlfriend Y/n for 6 months, still new into the relationship but Alex wants to marry her, so BADLY but Y/n has admitted not being ready for marriage just yet.

Alex gets up from his spot at the bench and starts to head back to his post.

"Hey, Alex, where you going?" Price calls.

"I have to get back to my post," he says.

Alex opened the door of the mess hall and leaned against the brick wall gun at his side and pulling his phone out. He looks at his lockscreen for a few seconds, it was a picture of Y/n in a sundress and they had their first date in a field of wildflower which Alex figured his was allergic to wild flowers.

He stares at her before opening his phone.

Alex: Hey I may head to the store before I come home, do you need anything?

Love: Maybe coffee creamer, eggs, bread, milk, and dish soap

Alex: Weird combo

Love: I was gonna go today, but I was caught up in work

Alex: I understand, I'll get you them

Love: Thank you

"Y/N I NEED THOSE FILES ON MY DESK AS-FUCKING-P!!"

"What a fucking jerk, Y/n I don't understand how you've been here for 5 years and have to put up with him."

Y/n works for a large corporation and was the assistant to the CEO, she wasn't always an assistant, he calls it his 'promotion' to her from being an employee to the finance department.

"I don't know either...I think I'm just use to it," she says.

"Anyways...how are you and Alex?"

"We're good."

"6 months right?"

"Yep...7 in a few days," Y/n smiles as she's typing on the keyboard.

"Do you...plan on getting married anytime soon?"

"I mean, I'd like to get married but I feel like we're still new into the relationship-"

"You two already live together, you both co-signed on somethings right? I think you two are already for marriage."

"But it's been 6 months, going on 7, I think we still need more time..." Y/n says, turning to her printer and grabbing papers off her printer and placing them in a labeled folder, she gets up from her chair and walks to her bosses office.

She knocks and hears a deep voice telling her to 'come in'. She opens the door and placed the file in a black tray and walked out.

"It's about damn time," he says, Y/n rolled her eyes as her back was turned to him.

She shuts the door behind her and mumbles. "Asshole."

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Alex takes his gear off as he enters his car, starting it up and heading to the store but he had to make a little pit stop at the jewelry store.

He cleans himself up and opened the doors to the store, he looks around to find a free consultant.

"Hi," he says.

"Oh hello sir, what can I help you with?"

"I was here a few days ago, I think her name was Amy, she helped me pick a ring out and sized it, I'm here to pick it up."

"Okay, what's your name?"

"Alex Keller." He says.

"Okay, give me a few seconds," she says, walking away to the back. Alex looked at the display case seeing some necklaces, one caught his eye, it was was of two hearts interlocked together. one was silver and the other had light pink diamonds.

"Alex Keller here you go."

"Thank you, could I also see that necklace with the two hearts."

"Yes, of course." She puts on some silk white gloves and pulled the necklace out. "This is part of our Valentines Day collection, so it's fairly new," she says.

"Could I get that?"

"Of course," she pulls out a black velvet case and sets the necklace inside. "With the necklace and the sized ring, your cost is $400,000."

"Here you go, thank you."

"Any time," she says.

Alex walked out of the store looking in the small black bag pulling out the ring and looked at it. It's perfect, it's something Y/n has been talking about for years, her dream ring and he was able to find a store that sells it.

It looked like something from a fantasy. It was gorgeous and he knows Y/n will love it. He placed the small bag in his passenger seat and placed his vest over it so it doesn't fall into his floorboard.

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Going home Alex felt nervous, scared even, he carried in the grocery bags along with the small bag of jewelry. He sets the bags on the marble counter and started to hide the jewelry in his underwear drawer, but kept the necklace out to give to her once she comes home.

Alex started to place the food in their correct places and at this point just waited for Y/n to come home.

He changed from his gear to some comfortable clothes.

After a while Y/n came home, kicking her heels off at the front door and then looked up seeing her boyfriend waiting for her before she made it passed the mud room.

She walks up to him with a smile on her face and stood on her tippy toes, kissing his lips and then was immediately picked up. Her legs wrap around his waist and her arms around his neck.

"How was work?" He asked.

"Don't get me started," she whines, putting her head back annoyed and Alex chuckled at her, kissing her neck.

He walks to the couch sitting down with Y/n now on his lap. She moves her hair off her left side of her neck and looks at Alex.

"I got you something," he says.

"What?" She was confused.

She let's him up and he heads to the master bedroom and soon came back with the black velvet box and handed it to Y/n.

"Alex-"

"Just open it, angel," he says, sitting next to her and she opens and saw the gorgeous heart necklace.

"Alex," he just smiles taking the necklace and Y/n turns letting him put it on her neck.

"Do you like it?"

"Love it," she says, turning back to him and kissing him. "But why?"

"Because I love you," he says.

"I love you too, but...do you want something?" She asked.

"No, because you are all I need," he says, bring her back to his lap.

Alex was now just peppering kisses all on Y/n's neck, shoulder, chest and temples. Y/n smiled as he was showing her so much love than usual.

"Alex?" He placed his chin on her chest looking up at her.

"Hm?"

"You want something," she knows he wants to talk about something but just doesn't know what. "What is it?" She asks again, rubbing her fingers through his hair.

"Okay...I think we are ready for marriage."

"Alex-"

"I know, what you're going to say, we're not ready, we're still new, let's wait a little bit more. I understand...but Y/n I love you, I love you so much that I think we are ready." He then gets off the couch and heads back to the master bedroom.

He comes back with his right hand behind his back, and then getting on one knee.

"Y/n...you make me so happy, I know it's only been almost 7 months of being together, but seeing you everyday, coming home to someone like you, I want you in my life, and I know we'll have our arguments but I think we can make it work. I love you...will you marry me?" He opens the box and Y/n saw her dream ring.

Y/n felt like she was caught off-guard. But she also felt like she was expecting it in a way. Y/n grabs Alex's face kissing his lips and kissing his forehead and looking into his eyes.

"Yes...I will..." she says.

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A Year Later

Alex and Y/n were sitting at the bride and grooms table as their family and friends were giving their speeches. Well, Alex's friends were giving embarrassing stories about Alex, he was only embarrassed as Y/n laughed at her husbands friends funny stories.

"I remember in college, Alex had a high drinking tolerance, but after 5 drinks of Jack Daniels he was knocked on his ass," some laughed as Alex hid his face. Y/n grabbed his face and kissed his lips.

Y/n and Alex were happy, smiling at each other the whole night and kissing each other whenever they can.

Y/n was pulled away by her friends and they did a few photos, Alex watched from afar at his beautiful wife.

"Alex, my guy," Soap says, placing his arm over Alex's shoulder.

"You did it," Price says, rubbing Alex's hair and messing it up a little bit.

"I did...I'm married to my love," Alex looks at Y/n like she is the last thing on earth.

They were both happy, even if they only date for 7 months, it was worth it all and they are both so happy.

[tpsybeetle4]

Run

A/N: yay first part finally done! It took me a while because I wanna be able to do both Haunting Adeline and SOA justice and take my time with it. I’m gonna try to post as much as possible but again I wanna take my time with it. Love y’all!

TW: +18 only, mention of murder, mentions of fear play, light crude language

Part i

Delanie

My father has been the one for the theatrics for as long as I could remember. My first steps, he cried like a baby. When my first words were 'Daddy', he blubbered like child. My participation trophy in middle school volleyball, he threw a damn party. Now, moving from Salem, Oregon, away from where he was simply just two minutes away, was Charming, California, where I'd now be hours away.

"I still don't think you should be living there, Laney-" He sighed into the phone. I threw my head back quietly into the headrest of the seat of my car, shutting my eyes, not wanting him to get upset for the thousandth time this week alone about the choice of moving here a month ago.

I let out a quiet huff into the speaker as I looked to the ceiling of my car.

A ketchup stain?

"Dad, I've told you a million times," I smiled softly although I knew he couldn't see me, "I only have a year lease, if the book isnt done by then, I'll come back. I just need the quiet of a small town, a change of scenery, you know." his silence over the line was nearly deafening and i could practically see his nod as he let let go of a breath he was holding onto.

"As long as you promise me to-"

"Call as many times as I can, dad." I smiled wider into the receiver before seeing the moving van parking on the road in front of the house, "Moving vans here. I'll call you later. I promise."

"Alright sweetie, I'll let ya go then. I love ya'." he spoke and I nodded.

"I love you too, dad." i repeated back to him before I pulled my flip phone away from my ear, snapping it shut. I slipped the phone into my back pocket as I stepped out of the car.

Charming was the town Lyla had described to me in all of the emails and IM's she had sent me long ago. Vast hills and forests on the outskirts. There wasnt a Starbucks, but I never had it anyways. There were small time mom and pop shop diners, bars, mechanic shops that I had never heard of before. It was almost culture shock from the countless buildings that held a McDonalds, Goodyear Tire Shops, places youd find in any town that was bigger than Charming.

But, the name held up. Although it was a small town, Charming's neighborhoods were beautiful, vastly different from the grunge streets of Salem. It's what youd imagine when thinking of white picket fence life. Charming was what many could call a grandparents town, but the many young, lively people that would walk up and down the streets with their children told you a different story.

The house I signed the lease for was a comfortable, two bedroom, single story house. It wasnt the cheapest I could afford, but it was one I could tolerate living in for only a year as of yesterday. Today was furniture day so I was there to guide the movers where the couch, bed, and tables needed to go.

The I heard it.

The rumble of motorcycle engines in the distance.

Standing outside the pale yellow house, holding onto a box I had kept in my car overnight, I looked down the street.

I wasnt able to see the bikes as they so obviously passed by. But I could hear them, feel the rumbling deep in my chest, setting in fear over who rode those bikes, having the slightest bit of wonder if the ones who rode the bikes did good or bad.

But that was what lit a fire in the pit of my stomach, sending a spark down between my thighs.

Shaking myself from my thoughts was one of the movers, leaning against the doorframe with his forearm holding himself up. His biceps flexed, sweat dripping off his chin and neck from the heat from outside and little AC in the house and onto his now darkened gray shirt. His shirt stuck to his body, showing off how ripped he was. He gave me a small smirk as he held his free hand out, gripping onto a piece of paper.

"In case you need help unpacking." he winked when I moved the box i was holding to one hand, taking the slip of paper and opened it.

'Ben 555-4780'

I gave him a small tight lipped smile. He was attractive enough to give him that much.

"Thanks. I'll take it into consideration." I gave him a single nod before walking past him, setting the box on the counter with a sigh.

I needed a beer and to find my speaker in one of the boxes.

I pulled at my dark colored cardigan, pulling it taut around my body anxiously.

Being a successful writer had its perks, constant flow of money, being able to travel, meeting new people that already loved you.

It never helped the anxiety that comes with book signings however.

I looked to the group of people that stood outside the library, all holding at least one of my books, speaking to each other as they looked excited. I took a deep breath, wanting to rub my face but didn’t want to rub off my makeup I had spent an hour perfecting this morning.

I looked to my agent who was speaking to the older ladies that ran the library in its normal day to day time. You could just tell they were pissed and had angry looks from how busy the normally quiet building was.

As soon as the blonde, Patty, moved her gaze towards me, she smiled at the women to excuse herself and walk in my direction.

I stood up straighter, letting out a breath slowly as she spoke.

“Ready hot shot?” She asked before pushing my curls back, resting her hand on my cheek. She was about twice my age but I had always seen her as a motherly figure, someone who always cared about me, looked after me. She handled the shit that I couldn’t.

“As much as I can be.” I smiled to her as she leaned down, pressing a kiss to my cheek, her hand moving to my shoulder and guiding me to the table that sat in the middle of the room, done up in three different piles showcasing my three books I had put out in the recent years.

I sat at the table with a sigh and leaned back, watching as one of the older ladies from before finally unlock the door, letting in the line of excited women through to make a b-line in front of my table.

I pulled on a smile at the ladies, pulling off the cap of the first marker in front of me, making small talk after small talk with women of slightly different ages, the ones that got what they want moving deeper into the library to chat and eat the cheap snacks the ladies working got from the local store.

It’s been about half an hour and my hand was beginning to cramp. I looked up to Patty, seeing her standing nearby, on her cell. I gave her a slight nod and stood up as she walked towards me, calling out to the rest of the line that I’d be taking a break.

I stretched my hand, sighing as I turned, ready to go grab a glass of fruit punch and pray for it to turn into a beer before looking up, catching glimpse of a man.

I didn’t remember signing a book for him.

With a face like that, I would’ve remembered, wrote books about him, been able to see that face in my dreams.

His head was slightly pointed to the ground, as if he were looking at my shoes. His blonde hair fell from behind his ears, the ends tickling at his shaggy goatee that matched the color of his hair. His eyes, bags hanging low and a light shade of purple, were a piercing ocean blue, cutting straight through my own green eyes.

My breath caught in my throat as his lips quirked into a smirk, instilling fear into my mind and sending a slight shiver down my spine. Then a bigger lady walked past, covering my line of sight for a split second and when she was out of sight, he was gone.

I turned my head, looking for the blonde man. Behind bookshelves and the cliques of women speaking with each other. He was gone.

My ghost was gone.

Jax

The vibration in my hand from my handgun stung my skin. I could still feel the kickback from it in my bones and halfway up my arm. The life in the man’s eyes, gone, while mine stared at him angrily.

I had vowed to him before this moment that he would never touch another innocent child again and yet he doubted me. My only option was to put a bullet between his brows.

I let out a shaky breath I didn’t know I was holding, bringing my arms behind my back to slip my handgun in the waistband of my pants then leaned down, reading the patches off the Mayans kutte to myself before grabbing him by the shirt, dragging him back against the brick wall near an overfilled trash can that I could only describe as smelling like dog shit and rotten food. I held my breath as I sat the dead man up then stood back, sighing as I looked around.

It was still midday but I was still able to make good use of the silencer on my handgun but I still needed to get myself out of the area quickly.

I put up my hood after pulling it out of my kutte and walked away. It might be fucked up after killing a man in cold blood, no matter how much he deserved it, but a greasy burger was calling my name.

Salivating at the thought, I made my way down the street, hands stuffed deep in my jean pockets as I looked around, spotting a long line of women in front of the local library. I hadn’t heard of any event going on there. I furrowed my brows in surprise and got closer, nodding to some of the ladies as I walked myself up to the door, using my height as an advantage to look inside the building. I side stepped through some of the ladies, apologizing and spewing bullshit of “having to return my overdue book” with a smirk.

When I stepped into the library, for the first time in nearly 20 years, all I had expected to find was a group of older women fawning over the author of the books that finally made them feel the spark between their legs again and some middle aged freak with round glasses and kitten heels signing front page after front page of her few books. What I did not intend to see was a woman, had to be around my age, sitting back in the chair in the middle of the table, her fiery red locks halved and pulled up behind her head. Her glasses were round and thin, nowhere near the thick lenses I had imagined before. Her golden brown eyes cat like and sultry held a certain uneasiness from the crowd of middle aged women standing in line, overflowing into the history isle of books.

I had to have her.

I ducked behind a group of women and made my way to the back of the room, finding a spot near the shelves where I had a clear view of her. My eyes bored into the back of her head, sure that she could feel it.

And then she stood. Even from further away I could tell she was at least a head shorter than me even with the curls of her hair that stuck up. I could hear the whispers of the group of women surrounding me, saying her name as though it was a prayer.

I should be the only one saying it like that. I need to be.

My gaze continued on her even as she turned, quickly meeting my eyes. A smirk formed on my lips, my breathing became heavier as she quickly took in my form. Before either of us knew though, a lady walked in between our gazes so I ducked and slipped myself into a dark corner of the room, hugging the wall as I made my way out of the building without anyone taking notice. Every body in there was too focused on one person and one person only.

Delanie.

My Delanie.

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Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest April warm-up round.

Who Will Buy My Memories?

Prompt: Taxed | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Eddie Munson Lives, Established Relationship, Welcome to the 90s, Fluff, Corroded Coffin on the Road

"What do you mean, I owe back taxes?" Eddie asks, pressing the receiver of the payphone closer to his ear. As if that'll make him hear Steve differently.

"The letter says you didn't pay them. They're overdue, from, like, three years ago," Steve says, and Eddie's sure that's not right. He doesn't want to pay taxes, but they do. He pays under protest. Not, like, legally. But in his heart. Point is, he pays. Jeff makes sure they all do. For sure. Surely, Eddie's hasn't slipped through the cracks. Even if Jeff missed it, Steve would have caught it when he did their personal taxes. 

"Did you call them and ask?" Eddie asks.

"Call who?" Steve questions, and Eddie can picture Steve's face scrunched up. Can hear it, somehow. He really misses him.

"The IRS."

Steve lets out an exasperated sigh, "No. I didn't call the IRS for you. For one, why would I know what your tax fuck-up entails?"

"You do our personal taxes!" Eddie interrupts, but Steve keeps talking, ignoring him

"And two? It says right in the letter that for someone else to call, you'd have to submit, like, a signed statement. Granting permission to discuss it with a third party. It's the law, Eddie."

"I'll do it. I'll do it right now," Eddie says. 

"I'm sure you would," Steve laughs, "Is Jeff there? Or Goodie? Hell, Gareth? Somebody else that might know more?"

Eddie presses the speaker into his chest, and screams across the parking lot, just as Goodie's walking back to the van, arms full of snacks and a precariously teetering six-pack of beer. 

Goodie drops the stuff on the seat, then turns and puts his hands up, in a what the fuck question, and Eddie just waves him over, frantically. He can't shout across the parking lot about this.

Luckily, Goodie starts to saunter over, but he damn well doesn't get in a hurry about it, and as soon as he's within range, Eddie shoves the phone at him, not even telling him who's on the other end.

"Steve," Goodie says, and Eddie grins, of course Goodie knew who it was without having to ask.

And then Eddie watches as Goodie listens, nodding along. Eddie has shoved his thumb in his mouth, and is biting at his nail, nervous. 

Finally, fucking finally, Goodie speaks, "Jeff filed them. I'll have him call the accountant."

And that's it. No concern about Eddie for sure getting sent to prison for tax evasion. Nothing. 

Then, he's handing the phone back, and walking away, like he has no worries over Eddie's financial well-being.

"Well?" Eddie asks, like maybe Goodie told Steve something he didn't hear first-hand. 

"Jeff filed them," Steve repeats. 

"I'm going to prison. I always knew I'd end up there, I just didn't think it'd be for something as fucking lame as not paying my taxes. I was accused of murder, if you haven't forgotten. I sold drugs. I stole an RV, once-"

"Technically, I think I stole an RV," Steve counters.

"Please, like you could hotwire a car."

"I could now. I watched you do it."

And Eddie grins, because the banter is soothing, normal. He just misses Steve a whole fucking lot while they're on the road.

Steve keeps talking.

"Taxes will get ya. Every damn time. Just ask Al Capone," Steve says drolly, not taking this situation seriously at all. 

"Steve…"

"Oh, wait," Steve says pausing, suddenly serious, and Eddie freezes, "it says right here in the fine print that they're giving you the Willie Nelson treatment. Seizing it all. The furniture. Even your guitar. Selling it all off."

"That's not funny," Eddie says, but Steve sure is laughing.

"It's a little funny," Steve says.

"It's not. Who will buy my memories, Steve? Who?" Eddie asks, and Steve's laughing in his ear, but it's not funny. So, Eddie keeps talking, "And you're wrong. They didn't get Trigger. His guitar. I read it in the paper, and if you love me, you'll hide Sweetheart if they come to the house."

"Sweetheart is with you," Steve says. 

Okay, that's true.

"Well. Fine. But the thought still stands."

"Okay, I'll hide the best of your loot, and after that, I'll expect to see you on an infomercial, shilling an album to pay off this alleged debt."

"That wouldn't be very metal, shilling my art between Jack Lalanne and Ron Popeil."

"Then pay your taxes in full and on time," Steve snarks.

"I did!" Eddie argues. He's sure he did. 

"Does it say how much I'm on the hook for?" Eddie asks. It can't be that much, because while they're doing pretty good right now, they're not, like, rolling in the cash. Not yet. They're still traveling by van. A nicer van, sure, but still a van. 

"It doesn't," Steve says, but then his voice goes soft and kind again, "It'll be fine," he promises, "It's probably a small error. No big deal. Just. Don't ignore it. Okay? I'm officially putting this in the 'actually pay attention to' pile."

"I will. We will," Eddie promises. 

"Good. Now, tell me about South Bend," Steve teases, and Eddie looks around. Steve always asks, and Eddie always tells him something mundane, something true.

"Well. I miss you," Eddie says. "And someone drew a dick on the glass of the phone booth," Eddie offers.

"Is it a good dick?" Steve questions. 

"Not really," Eddie admits, "not as good as yours."

"Oh, the charm," Steve says dryly, and Eddie leans his head against the glass, against the Sharpie'd-on aforementioned dick. They only have tonight's show here in South Bend, and then another two days from now in Fort Wayne, and then they'll be home for a whole month. He can't fucking wait.

"Anything else of note? Besides the dick?" Steve asks.

"Well, it's in this state called Indiana. I'm not sure if you've ever been…" Eddie trails off. 

"Sounds familiar," Steve flirts and Eddie smiles.

They're almost home. Just a few more days.

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The title is a play on Willie Nelson's actual album he made to pay off his IRS debt: The IRS Tapes: Who'll Buy My Memories?