#if I met a fine ass man like this & was feelin him & then saw how he posted on tiktok shit like this

[cyberthot666]

where is that girl that was like “there are so few fine men in this world and they’re always doing some corny shit like this”

[captainmalewriter]

Price for a Secret

"What are you doing..." Victoria asked her boyfriend Franky, her jaw dropped at what she was witnessing.

Franky was stroking his exposed body with his hand, all while keeping a smirk on his face. 

“Nothing, babe, I’m just really feelin’ myself today,” Franky responded. Victoria raised her eyebrow in response.

Mr. Diaz? This is really fucked up... you can’t do this!

Calm down, Sweet Cheeks, Daddy’s driving now. Just relax, and it’ll be all over soon...

Franky, or “Franky,” could hear a voice talking to him inside his head. “Franky” only grinned upon hearing the voice, knowing Victoria won’t ever catch him in the impersonation act.

Victoria was justified in questioning her boyfriend’s odd behavior. What she didn’t know was that the truth went beyond Franky simply being dishonest with her. Rather, it was her father Alan who was inside her boyfriend’s body.

Alan had always been fine with whoever she chose to date. But Franky was a different story. Victoria brought him home and Alan immediately disapproved of him.

“I do not like that boy. I know how his kind works. Once he’s bored, he’s gonna dump you and move onto the next girl. You need to dump him now!”

Naturally, Victoria dismissed her father’s warnings as made up bullshit from an overprotective father. But Alan didn’t just give up and accept defeat. He figured if he couldn’t get Victoria to listen, then he’d get Franky to listen instead. The same night he met the fuckboy, Alan pulled him in close and whispered something into his ear.

“You better be on your best behavior while you’re dating my daughter... You best believe I’ll enter your body and make you my bitch if you even as much as think about hurting her.”

Much like Victoria, Franky shrugged off Alan’s threats. Franky laughed at the idea of some older man getting one up on him. But his cockiness that nothing could ever go wrong turned out to be his undoing. Franky hated using condoms and always pushed his girlfriends to let him hit it raw. He had been lucky thus far, but that lucky streak ended when Victoria called to tell him that her period was running late.

Franky laughed that off too. She was no different than any other girl he had knocked up. He’d simply leave her behind, child or not! But then Alan somehow caught wind of the news. Alan drove straight to Alan’s house and marched straight to his room like he owned the place. Franky was bewildered when he saw the old man in his room, and even more so when he saw Alan lock the door behind him. 

“Bro what the fuck are you doing here!?"

"Remember what I said I'd do if you ever hurt my daughter?" Alan said in a cool voice. He took off his coat to make himself at home.

"What, that you'd 'enter' me? That's just bullshit!"

"Care to test that theory?"

"Get out!!” Franky stood up ready to fight.

"Sit down."

Franky plopped right back down on his bed. He looked down at himself with a look of confusion on his face.

“Good boy, now get naked for Daddy,” Alan commanded. Franky listened and without second thought, stripped down until he was bare ass naked on his bed. 

“How are you doing that!?” Franky cried out. His face grew red from being naked.

“Flip to your stomach and lay down.”

Franky did as he was told. His face was pressed against his comforter. He could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind him. Franky had a feeling he knew what was coming next, but no matter how much he mentally braced himself, nothing could’ve prepared him for Alan’s cold touch. Alan grabbed him by the thighs and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Alan then positioned Franky so that his ass was up in the air, and proceeded to stick tongue deep into his pink hole.

“Nrgh...” Franky stifled a moan. The feel of a tongue massaging his virgin hole filled him with pleasure, but he would rather die than admit he liked it. Alan ate his ass like it was his last meal. Franky bit onto the bed sheets to stop his moans. He held on strong, even when he felt Alan’s dickhead tapping against his hole. Alan rubbed a large quantity of spit onto his hole and stuck his dick inside him, slowly but surely penetrating him with his whole member.

“Why so quiet? Tell me how much you like it!”

“I love it! Fuck me hard sir!!” Franky lifted his head and squealed out in pleasure, just like he was commanded. Alan smirked, and proceeded to pound the good for nothing fuckboy into submission. 

“Fuck boy! You got a tight ass! Shame you don’t use it more, but I’ll break you in real nice!” Alan said.

His balls clapped against Franky’s fat ass cheeks. He kept thrusting and thrusting until he unloaded his seed deep inside Franky. Franky was panting after getting fucked raw and hard. He could feel his insides getting filled up with cum. He wanted to punch Alan right then and there for humiliating him, but he didn’t want to challenge whatever powers the old man had.

Franky expected that revenge fucking to be the end, but then Alan leaned down on top of him, dick still inside his ass. Franky could feel Alan’s entire body weight now. Then, Alan pushed into Franky until his mature body slipped into the athlete's body. Franky cried out in pleasure as he got possessed. He could feel Alan’s growing presence inside of him. The last thing Franky could feel before he lost control was his dick shooting load after load onto his bed. Then, an unwanted smile grew across his face. Franky knew he had lost. 

“Hey, Victoria? I have to tell you something,” Alan said with Franky’s voice. He had possessed him earlier that day, and now Alan had access to all of Franky’s memories. He was ready to spill all of his secrets to Victoria. About the cheating, about the other baby mommies, abour his plans to ditch her, all of it. All in an effort to destroy his reputation and his life.

STOP! PLEASE!!

Franky cried out as he watched from within his own mind. He was powerless so long as Alan was inside of him. All he could do was beg. 

Oh yeah? Why should I?

Please! Give me another chance!! I’ll treat your daughter right! Like a queen! I’ll atone! I’ll fix my mistakes! I’ll be a better man! I promise! 

Alan was unconvinced, but while the two men had their little telepathic negotiation, Victoria was waiting.

“Well? What is it, Franky?” Victoria asked. But just as Alan opened his mouth to answer...

I’LL LET YOU FUCK ME AND POSSESS ME WHENEVER YOU WANT!

Alan heard Franky, and immediately hesitated going through with his plan. He let his mouth hang open for a brief second as he thought over the new offer. He then cleared his throat and smiled.

“Nothing! I just wanted to tell you I love you,” Alan said. He then gave Victoria a kiss on the cheek and hugged her. “We’ll be together forever.”

Victoria was caught off guard, but then returned the gesture.

“Yeah, forever. I love you too...”

And while Victoria and Alan were smiling, Franky was groaning inside. Franky managed to keep all of his secrets safe, but at a heavy price, one that his body would have to endure. Forever. 

[moonhavenn]

Heartless

Javier Pena x Fem!Reader

Summary: Javi is ready to ruin is “heartless” reputation for you. 

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: insinuation of smut

Javier Peña was trouble like you’d never known before. On your first day of the job he’d mistaken you for an informant. He’ll never forget the sting of his cheek after you slapped him when he offered to trade sex for information. In his defence he’d never meet an agent with an ass like yours (his words). But after that encounter he learnt never to underestimate you again. You did find him incredibly attractive and extremely distracting. You wanted him. But you let your pride get in the way of that ever happening.

Javier had developed a morning ritual for you. His own way of letting you know he wasn’t a total douche. Now when you show up to work, he’d be waiting for you by your desk with his signature smirk and a brown paper bag filled with your favourite pastry. You’d yank the bag from his grasp, telling him to get off her desk with a glare, but muttering a ‘thank you’ nevertheless. You had work to do, they both did. And there was nothing more distracting than Javier and his sinful lips. Steve would always tease the man, arguing about where his breakfast treat was. Javier always brushed his comments off. When they would get too serious, he’d simply tell Steve you’d be a good time in bed and that’s it. Once he got what he wanted out of you the special treatment would stop. Steve would let out a low whistle and mutter, “That’s heatless Javi.” And Javier knew it too. But he couldn’t let people know that he had gone and caught feelings.

The workday had finally come to end. Another boring day sitting at your desk filling out paperwork had left you feeling tense and fatigued. A glass of wine, a bubble bath and thinking about a certain DEA agent should do the trick. You’d almost made it out the door when your name was called by your two partners. “What do you two want? I’m done for the day.” You groan turning around to face the pair. They both wore the same troublesome look on their faces. “We’re going to the bar.” Steve tells you, “And you’re coming with us.” Javier adds, his tongue swiping over his lips making you take notice.

That was how you ended up at the bar and ditching your bubble bath plans. The music was fine, the whiskey in your glass made it tolerable. Steve had ditched Javi and you at the bar to dance with his wife, and that was more than 15 minutes ago. You’d spent the whole time sipping on your drink wondering if you’d actually have the guts to sleep with Javier. It seemed like more heartache than it was worth for you. A girl had come up to him almost as soon as the group had arrived. But he waved her off and offered to buy you a drink instead. You had scoffed at the women’s eagerness, but only because you were slightly jealous.

Javier ordered his fourth beer as he watched you out of the corner of his eye. You hadn’t spoken much in the last 15 minutes and it was beginning to make him nervous. Steve had conveniently disappeared with his wife and now it was just the two of you, alone. Javi never had an issue talking to women. That was usually because he didn’t care what they thought of him, so long as they distracted his mind for the night. But he cared what you thought of him. So much so that he hadn’t been with a women in months. And while it was driving him crazy not being able to release the tension. It was better than having a girl run out on him halfway after he had called her by your name on accident.

Javi cleared his throat trying to get your attention, “Hermosa, you want another drink?” he asks noticing that yours was now almost empty. You shook your head causing a few pieces of baby hair to fall from your ears. “No, I’ve probably had enough.” You admit finishing the last few drops off. He had noticed that your cheeks had become rosier and you’d cracked a smile at some of his jokes which you never usually did. Taking you to the bar was the only way to get you to open up to Javier. “You feelin’ okay?” he asks wondering if there was something bothering you. You were quiet, but never this silent. Always burring your thoughts away. Never wanting them to burden others.

“Yeah, I’m just a bit tired.” You sigh, maybe you should have that other drink. Clearly the first few weren’t perking you up but winding you down. “I can take you home if you’d like?” Javi suggests now feeling guilty for dragging you to the bar in the first place. He’d done if for selfish reasons, wanting to spend time with you. You pause and think for a moment. You really do want to crawl into you bed and get some rest. “Would that be okay?” you say politely not wanting to hurt his feelings. He nods, sliding some cash onto the table and escorting you to his car outside.

The drive back to your apartment was short. Javier knew the way to go as he’d dropped you off countless times before. He always wanted to make sure you got home safe. He wouldn’t leave until he saw you wave to him from the window of your living room. You had dreaded the moment he put the vehicle into park outside your home. You weren’t ready to say goodnight yet. You gave Javi a shy smile as you felt your heart beating in you throat. “Do you wanna come up for some coffee?” You ask finally spitting the words out. Javier’s brows raise as his mind wonders and you slap his arm, “Not like that. I mean actual coffee. That’s it.” You scold him and his dirty mind. “I guess I could spare a few minutes for you.” Javier teases checking is watch like he had somewhere else better to be. In reality Javi was grinning from ear to ear. He’d never stepped foot inside your apartment and was thrilled that he was being allowed into your home.

Javier waited patiently in the hallway as you dig through your purse to find your keys. His watchful eyes made you anxious as you opened the door and let him enter first. He drank in the details of your apartment. It was simple, and much cleaner than his own. Javi shrugged off his leather jacket and took a seat on you couch as he waited for you to brew the coffee you’d promised him. He’d never gotten this far before and he could feel his emotions for you boiling over the edge. Javier gripped the side of your couch trying to push them down. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you off. But all of his efforts washed away when he sees you carefully walking over to him with two steamy mugs. You gently offer him the mug, your fingers brushing against each other during the exchange. Even the briefest touch made Javi’s heart flutter and he knew he was in deep trouble this time.

You couldn’t stand the way Javier looked sitting on your couch. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned allowing you to peer at some of his chest hair. He had his arm stretched over the back of the couch, dominating the space. You took a seat next to him wanting to be close but still kept you distance. You both sipped your drinks in silence, occasionally stealing looks from one another. It suddenly began dawning on you as you sensed the tension in the room that maybe Javier was expecting something from you. He was watching you intently. His gaze burned your skin. It felt good, but what was the consequence of getting what you wanted.

“I’m sorry if you thought maybe something would happen.” You speak breaking the silence. Javi choked on his coffee at your honest approach and shook his head as he tried to recover. “Don’t worry I don’t want you like that” Javier explains putting his mug down trying to reassure you that he wasn’t going to use you.

“Oh.”

The noise accidentally slips through your mouth. You had a suspicion, but finally hearing it from the man himself that he didn’t like you that way solidified it in your mind. Javier almost jumps out of his seat when he sees the disappointment wash over your face. He’s confused at your response, he thought he was trying to make you feel better, but it was clear that had no idea how you were feeling.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I do want you. I just um – didn’t know you felt the same way” Javier stutters out taking your hand in his. He was trying to hold onto you just in case he’d already lost you.  “You do?” you reply wide-eyed, still not even sure what Javi was really admitting. “Of course, I do Cariño. You just made it very clear when we first met that you weren’t interested.” He explains his brown eyes staring into yours trying to find any sign of disgust, but all he saw was admiration.

You bite back a smile as you remember the memory. It seemed that your strategy to hide your feelings had worked too well.  “You have a certain reputation for being trouble Javi, I was trying to protect myself.” You explain squeezing his hand in yours, reminding him that you were still there with him. You had been warned countless times by other women around the office that Javier was bad news, but that hadn’t stopped you from feeling the way that you did. “Fuck that. I’d give up everything for hermosa.” Javi admits, his voice deepening from his serious tone.

“Kiss me then.” You ask boldly. You’d wasted enough time already. Javier didn’t need to be asked twice as he pounced on you pushing his lips against yours. His nose bumped against yours as he sucked on your lower lip, encouraging you to open up more to him. Your hands reached up for his hair trying to pull him closer to you. Javier couldn’t contain his excitement as he kissed you. Having you under him gasping for more was his new favourite thing. Your lungs began to burn, and you let go of Javi briefly to catch your breath. He kept littering you with kisses though, the hairs of his moustache tickling your neck. He didn’t want to miss an inch of skin. You grabbed his cheek pulling him away from his assault on you neck so you could gaze into his chocolate eyes.

“You’re mine now, you know that right.” You smile and his eyes light up as his lips turn into a smirk. “All yours.” He hums moving down towards you pants going to rip them off. You were in for a long night.

[boognish-worshipper]

Moonlight

the second part/continuation of Sunrise, Sunset!

this boutta get interesting……. it gets kinda messy but don’t worry, it isn’t over yet 🙏🙏🙏 also trevor can’t spell over text to save his life

//

Lamar didn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t. He just kept thinking the whole situation over, trying his hardest to connect the dots. Make some sense of it, or at least find some logical way to deny the truth. Had it always been Franklin? It’s not like Lamar ever had a long term girlfriend, or even a chick he was hung up on like his… friend. How long had he been completely naïve? He felt stupid for not noticing sooner. He didn’t even have anyone to confide in. He obviously couldn’t confide in Frank right now. Shit. How would he face him? Lamar screwed his eyes shut tight. What the fuck was he gonna do? He tried thinking about who to turn to. Michael was obviously a no-go, what with the dynamic those two had. Then he thought about Trevor. Maybe he’d help. Maybe. It wouldn’t hurt to just ask, right?

hey

crazy guy

wut leroy. u need smthn?

uh, yeah

sort of

wut iz it?

some complicated bs again. nothin new.

cant u go 2 frank 4 whtevr prblm ur having

not exactly

can i meet u somewhere private?

wut 4

u tryna fuk me leroy?

loco. no.

jus. meet me @ vanilla unicorn asap

Lamar sighed heavily, starting to wonder if this was gonna be a bad idea to try and talk to him about this. But Trevor was kinda fruity anyway, so at least he wouldn’t judge. His phone buzzed again.

alrdy hear bro

Lamar raced over to the strip club, going through the back entrance. Trevor was sitting on his desk, already waiting for Lamar’s arrival.

“LD! What brings you to my fine establishment at this time?” He stood up, but remained leaning against the desk behind him.

“Listen man, it’s.. it’s serious.”

Trevor’s faced lifted, looking surprised. Or.. whatever concerned looked like by his terms.

“How serious we talkin’ bro?”

“Ion know, just some stupid shit I’ve been tryna wrap my head around.”

“Uhh, elaborate on that?”

“It’s gotta do with Fr-…eaky shit going on with me.”

Trevor squinted at him, like he was trying to read Lamar’s mind.

“Like..?”

“Something to do with love, I think?”

“Oh. Well. Why’d you come to me for help?”

“Because I..” He said, the words deflating in his mouth.

“I think you’re the only person who could understand where I’m coming from?”

“…I’m not reading ya. Just say it, Lamar. Jeez.”

“I think I’m in love with someone.”

A long pause filled the air with tension.

“That it?”

“Well, not exactly.”

“Jesus bro, what is the matter with you right now? You look like you’re gonna faint.”

“It’s, it’s someone we know, alright? There.”

Trevor squinted his eyes again, but not for long. His eyebrows flew to his hairline, and he stood upright from the desk he was perched on.

“Wait a minute…”

Lamar looked down at the ground, embarrassment swirling around in his stomach. He felt like some child that had been yelled at for stealing some candy. He didn’t like it. He was a grown fuckin’ man for crying out loud.

“You don’t mean..”

He stood there, saying nothing and grabbing his arm protectively. The silence was back, lingering for too long.

“I fuckin’ knew it.” Trevor said, almost inaudible.

“Wh.. what?” Lamar spluttered out, looking up.

“I fucking knew it!”

Somehow hearing those words comforted and pissed off Lamar. Obviously Trevor wasn’t planning on judging him for it, but how did he know before him?

“What the fuck you mean you knew?!”

“Oh please, Lamar. You aren’t a very subtle person.”

“I am too!”

“No. You’re not. You’re really not.”

“Tell me. How, how am I not subtle as a motherfucker?”

“Hmm… I can think of a few instances to count, but honestly a perfect example was that conversation we had dropping those cars off for he-who-shall-not-be-named.”

Lamar cocked his head sideways, confused. Trevor shook his head before starting his sentence back up.

“Remember when you ah… inquired about Michael and I? Our past?”

“Yeah, what of it?”

“You compared us to some.. I don’t know, divorced couple or something. Figuring it was romantic?” He averted his gaze, turning pink.

“Well, I mean after the whole rundown of our partnership, I asked you about how you and our boy Frankie met.”

“Mhm..”

“And you gave me some weird, uncomfortable story about you having a threesome with him- Which he apparently wasn’t even apart of to begin with. Didn’t know why he even appeared in that memory, but I guess it sort of makes sense now. It was also the fact you.. uh, deciphered my relationship, and tried to compare it to you and Frank. That’s how I started to catch on.”

“Shit.”

“I mean I… I was in the same boat as you, kid. You were right, y’know.”

“I was?”

“Michael and I… were never perfect. But back then I was,” His voice lowered.

“…Am.” He corrected, voice barely above a whisper. Coughing, he continued.

“In love with him. Or something.”

“Shit, for real?”

“For reals homie. I know what you’re going through. Only difference is Mikey uh.. was a little more repressed than I was. But you didn’t hear it from me.”

Lamar stood in shock, eventually flopping down on the couch.

“What the fuck am I gon’ do, Trevor?”

“Well, I know I’m friends with him but I’m not exactly as close to him as you or Mike. So I can’t exactly say whether or not he’s like Michael in that regard, you know?”

“Fuck, man…”

“Hey.. I uh, I’m sorry if I wasn’t much help. I never really knew how to deal with those feelings towards Mike. It’s like, even harder to manage when you have a bond like that.”

“No, no. I needed this I think.”

“Go home, Lamar. Try to get some rest or something.”

As he got up, he placed a hand on Trevor’s shoulder.

“Thanks.”

For the first time since they met, Trevor gave him a genuine smile. He patted his hand and scooted him out the door. Driving back, he still felt sort of restless. Even if he did sleep, it wasn’t gonna be enough. When he got back home and in his bed, he pulled out his phone.

So you’re back.

yup

i thought about what you said

Wait - really?

yeah. i’m a fuckin idiot

Doesn’t take a psychic to know that.

hey

that’s uncalled for lady

What is it you need? It’s very late you know - is what I said keeping you up?

bingo bitch

and uh yeah, i need to know what the fuck u said to franklin

what does he know?

All I told him was that I saw you at his house - very frequently I might add.

I might’ve mentioned you were there in his old room all the time, in his bed with someone he knew - an older woman, perhaps? He didn’t take it too well.

wait a minute

his auntie? i mean she bad and all but

i never.. like did anything with her. not like that

He thought differently. The implications might’ve been misread - why would you choose his childhood bed for something like that? Shame on you

and i might’ve picked the wrong fuckin person to speak to

lady, what the fuck? i never fucked his auntie!

i wouldn’t do that to him, even if she got a dumptruck ass

You are a strange man Lamar. All I saw was you two in his bed, very, very often.

I wouldn’t have known you felt anything for him had you not contacted me - and even now you still made a pass at her!

all we did was talk! n there’s nothing wrong wit admiring ass.

Whatever you say - oh wait…

I’m seeing something

goddammit

it better be good

I’m seeing you two again - and you’re right. You’re talking… about Franklin?

why else would we be in his room. if i was gon fuck his auntie we would’ve done it in hers or sumn

or in the livin room maybe.

I’m seeing something else now - he’s taken the place of his aunt. Oh. Wow…

what? what is it?

what do u see?

I… completely misinterpreted Franklin’s reading. It seems like it was supposed to be him in her place.

I’m not sure how he read it exactly - my best guess was that it wasn’t the latter.

And seeing as he no longer lived there, the vision got mixed up some how for both of us. You did have some connection to her though - don’t lie. That was most likely the problem.

i mean yeah. i hit on her a couple times

maybe thought it about it once or twice

More than that.

whatever. still, i ain’t do shit to her, ion stoop that low lady

Then I apologize. But I cannot fix this problem for you - you’re going to have to talk things out

Because right now, he’s assuming you’re acting weird because you actually *did* something with his aunt.

Fuck me man

this sucks

ur evil lady, u know that?

Hey, I’m not the one hanging out with his aunt. Now go to bed. I’ll deal with you another time.

hey wait

come back

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

“God fuckin’ damn it not again!”

He chucked his phone against the wall, and began yelling into his pillow. He wasn’t gonna sleep right at all until he fixed this mess. Fucking psychic lady.

The next morning when Lamar passed by his mirror he audibly gasped. He looked like shit. He looked like he was definitely hiding something. And he knew he couldn’t see Frank today. His phone buzzed and as soon as he glanced down he felt the urge to throw it across the room. Speak of the fuckin’ devil. Franklin was fucking calling him. Taking a deep breath, he hit answer.

“Yo.”

“Hey L. How you feelin’?”

“Better. Thanks.”

“Yeah man. You know what was up wit’ you or…”

“I.. I think it was some sort of stomach bug man. Doin’ alright now tho.”

“Glad to hear.”

“So are you callin’ me for something or-“

“Actually yeah. I wanted to talk to you.”

“N-now?”

“Later. Sunset? That cool wit’ you?”

“Uh yeah, yeah. Heard it’s a full moon.”

“Dope. Been meaning to talk about this for a while anyway, and you always dragging me around to go see the sunrise.”

“Makes sense.” More sense than the shit he was in the middle of.

“See you then?”

“Of course dog.”

Click. Lamar dropped his shoulders, which had grown tense during the duration of the call. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to understand what he was dealing with better. He thought to himself that he couldn’t possibly be gay, because he loved himself some hoes now and then. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel the same around Franklin. Women and men… was that possible? Could you be into men AND women? He looked it up on his phone, and found a definition that fit him. Bisexual? That’s a thing? He thought it was just, gay and straight. That you couldn’t be both. But… at least that was accounted for. Putting his phone away, he moved on to the next part of the puzzle. What was he going to do when night time came? He couldn’t straight up tell Franklin. That would ruin everything. But how would he explain that he didn’t fuck his Aunt? He had to have a reason to back it up. Either way, he was screwed.

Night came too quick. Lamar kept pacing his room, not taking his eyes off his phone that rested on his bed. Any minute Frank would call him. Any fucking minute now. He still didn’t have a plan. What was he going to do? The phone lit up, buzzing loudly. Oh no. He practically dove to answer it, feigning a nonchalant tone. It wasn’t very impressive.

“Heyyy Frank. I was waiting for word from you.”

“Hey. I’m on my way, be ready.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“See you in 5 L.”

Even after Frank hung up, he didn’t lower the phone from his ear. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, ohshit. He was panicking now, phone dropping to the floor. Not noticing how long he was standing there, he heard a car pull up, then honk. Oh, shit. He raced out the door clumsily, trying to shove his phone in his pocket. Opening the car door, he was hit with the now overwhelming scent of Franklin. Something along the lines of weed and the same cologne he’d be buying for years. He remembered how Tanisha had gotten it for him back when they first started dating as a gift. The detail only made him more nauseous.

“Hey LD.”

“Hey.”

“Get in homie, I got a good spot for us, real sick view n shit.”

“Ah.. aight.”

The car ride wasn’t entirely awful for Lamar, listening to Collard Greens play loudly through the speakers. Franklin had taken them to some secluded spot near Vespucci beach, where no one would bother them. As they got out of the car, Lamar got a clear view of the sunset. It was even better than a sunrise. They found a bench to sit on, and Lamar felt like there wasn’t enough space between them. Did it magically fucking shrink as soon as they sat down? Shit. He cleared his throat, trying to seem neutral and not like he was internally freaking the fuck out.

“So uh… what’d you need to talk to me about?”

Franklin sighed, and Lamar’s stomach was in knots.

“It’s.. just somethin’ I been thinkin’ about for a while. I really jus’ didn’t know how to bring it up or whatever. But let’s jus’ enjoy the sunset right now.”

In contrast to how every sunrise went, the sunset contained shades of pinks and purples. There were also mixed shades of green, from the combination of yellow and blue clashing together. It was a miraculous sight. Frank was right, why didn’t they see sunsets more often? He watched the light sink down past the water, replaced by moonlight not much later. The two sat in silence, as stars filled the sky. The view had grown darker, but he could see the moonbeam reflect in the calm waves. He turned to Franklin, who had a serene expression on his face. He was blue in the moonlight, and it made Lamar feel all kinds of things he never felt for anyone before. Franklin side-eyed him, sitting upright. Here goes nothing.

“Lamar… I just. I gotta ask. I uh.. heard from someone,” Fucking psychic lady.

“That you uh.. and my.. Denise. My Aunt. Were uh.. you were at my house or something with her?”

Lamar eyes were wide. Franklin looked anywhere but him, clearly uncomfortable bringing the topic up. He kept tripping over his words, not knowing how to ask.

“Are.. and I won’t be mad if you are, but are you… and my Aunt.. Are y’all foolin’ around?” He scrunched his face up getting the words out. He almost looked hurt, like he was betrayed at the thought of it all.

“What?”

“Are you fuckin’ my Auntie or what man?!” He forced out.

“Franklin. What.”

He knew the psychic lady had said he got the wrong idea, but hearing it out loud from him was just mind boggling.

“Jesus Christ Franklin, no. I’m not! Why would you even think that?!”

Now he felt hurt. Did he really think Lamar would do something like that?

“You say shit about her all the fuckin’ time! I don’t even know why, because she’s fuckin’ nuts man! I have heard a million and one remarks about her from yo bitchass self!”

“Yeah but I would never-“

“And in my fuckin’ bed man?! Are you for real?!”

“I’m not fucking her! I never was!”

“That’s not what I fuckin’ heard dog! And don’t think I haven’t noticed how weird you’ve been actin’, all guilty n shit. I knew you were hidin’ shit from me, I jus’ didn’t think it’d be my absolute worst fuckin’ nightmare!”

“Franklin! For fucks sake bro that’s not why I’ve been actin’ so weird!”

“Then tell me, exactly, what the hell your problem is!”

Lamar’s mouth hung open, looking for what the fuck to say.

“Homie. It’s not like that. I’m seriously, seriously not fucking her. I’m… just-”

“What, Lamar?!”

“I think I’m in love.”

Shock covered Franklin’s face. Complete, utter shock. His face then twisted into a furious expression.

“Are you fuckin’ for real right now? You’re not fuckin’ my Aunt, you’re in love with her?! Fuck you man!”

“Wait, no that’s not what was I was implying-“

Franklin shot up from his seat, throwing his hands up.

“You’ve officially lost yo mind dog. You two enjoy each other. I’m fuckin’ out of here bro.”

“Franklin, wait-“

“No, no. I.. I need to go. I need to clear my mind or whatever the fuck, because I am just… unbelievably pissed right now.”

“But I’m not-“

“Save it, LD. I’ll… catch you later. Or something. Bye.”

Franklin walked back to his car, abandoning Lamar. Some how, this was worse than confessing to him. He felt sick to his stomach. How the hell was he gonna fix this mess? He remained seated, watching the water lap at the shore. He needed to fix this. And he knew, although he wish he didn’t have to, that’d he’d have to come clean. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship, and some how still did by just not blurting it out. Soon. Soon, after Franklin was ready to talk to him again. He prayed to a higher being, hoping desperately it’d all work out.

//end of pt 2!!!!! i’m sorry this is kinda angsty or whatever :( but i am gonna write a happy ending for this!! lamar deserves the world i love his character sm *sobs* (also sorry this part’s longer than the last one LMAO)

[thefreakydeaky]

Thunder Kiss ‘66

Characters: John Winchester x Reader

Summary: You witness your co-worker being murdered by a monster. You do your best to protect yourself.As luck would have it, a mysterious stranger intervines.John Winchester saves you from the ghoul, but who will save you from John Winchester?

Warning: Language, S m u t , Canon Typical Gore

One Shot

Word Count: 2,364

“What’s your name, Darlin’?” Your tall handsome savior asked.

Such a mundane question in the wake of heart-stopping terror and disturbing violence felt inconceivable.

”Y/N .” You heard yourself respond.

Kind eyes of molten gold and olive green gazed into yours.You were transfixed.

“That’s a beautiful name.” He commented leading you calmly through the room with his hand at the small of your back.

“What’s your name?”Your voice sounded steadier than you felt, but if he noticed how shaken up you were, he didn’t show it.

“Name’s John.John Winchester.” He told you with a disarming grin.

“How did you know how to stop them? I tried everything.I even stabbed it, but it kept coming.”You rambled.

The shock of what you had witnessed was starting to wear off.He sighed but didn’t stop moving.

“It’s complicated.How about right now we just focus on getting you outta here?” He suggested leading you out the back door.

The old pick up rumbled loudly down Highway 290. It wasn’t until he pulled into the parking lot of a sleazy looking motel that you started to worry.

Holy shit!

You didn’t know this man.You didn’t know what he was capable of. Well…that wasn’t entirely true.You knew he was capable of killing those things whatever they were.

Oh Great!A+ decision making skills, Y/N!

He put it in park and turned watching you contemplatively for a quiet moment.

O-kay don’t panic don’t panic don’t-

“So, normally I don’t do this.I get in, kill the evil son’s of bitches, and then get the hell out of town, but… I gotta tell you, in all my years doing this, I never seen a civi that could handle themselves that well against a monster.”

“A what?”

“A monster.A ghoul.”He repeated solemnly.

“They are creatures that generally hang around grave yards feeding on the flesh of the dead but when they seek vengeance like that particular monster, there’s no telling.”

“Feed…on the flesh…of the dead?”

He nodded giving you a look that made your cheeks burn.

“You know, I think we should have this conversation after we get a couple of drinks in you.”

So many questions came to mind that you hardly had time to think about them before a new one came up.

Was this real? Was he crazy? Were you?

The thing that attacked you had seemed very real. A “ghoul” he’d called it.

“You, uh, might wanna get cleaned up.” He told you interrupting your thoughts.And there it was again, that charming grin.

“Mhmmm” You murmured helpless against the pair of warm hazel eyes trained on yours.

His tongue licked lightly at the corner of his mouth and your eyes followed the movement. John leaned in close.You didn’t move away.His face was just inches from yours. You leaned forward. The popping sound of the lock on the passenger door being pulled up snapped you out of your reverie.

“You feelin’ okay?” He asked amused.

“I feel fine.”You grumbled making to get out of the truck.

You followed him to his motel room watching as he unlocked the door with large steady hands. You berated yourself internally for thinking of the many ways a man like him might put such capable hands to use.

“Bathroom’s right over there, Kid.”

He gestured to the door on your left.You cringed at the appellation, but ducked into the bathroom anyway closing the door behind you.

What you saw in the mirror made you gasp.Not in your worst nightmares had you ever seen yourself so disheveled.There were blood stains all over your clothes.Drying patches of it on your arms, neck, and face.You even had bloody bits and pieces of ghoul in your hair.Turning away from the mirror, You peeled off your top and shimmied out of your ripped up clothing. You kicked your ruined clothes into a pile before getting into the shower.

Under the warm water, you began to feel good again.The more you scrubbed the better you felt. By the time you were done, you were no longer freaking out.You turned off the water stepping out of the tub to find that John had taken away the pile of ruined clothes and left you a towel.

You rang your hair out over the sink and did your best to dry it with the towel.Your reflection looked the same way it had before you left the house that morning, but You didn’t feel like the same person.

You considered the facts.Something evil had walked into the store today and brutally murdered your co-worker.If John Winchester hadn’t come in to help you when he did, you wouldn’t be alive.You glanced down at the towel in your hand contemplatively and your reflection seemed to agree with the idea.Carefully folding in the edge,you wrapped the towel around you.

He was stepping back into the room when you opened the door. You didn’t say anything just watched him close the door behind him, a brown paper bag in his hand.His eyes met yours for the briefest moment before he noticed how little you were wearing. Then he got caught up taking in the rest of you.His eyes moved slowly down your body.You noticed his throat work as he swallowed, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.

“Enjoy your shower?”John inquired freeing a bottle of low grade whisky from the bag and setting it on the table.

“Yes.” You replied taking a seat. “I did.”

“I can lend you a shirt.” He poured three fingers of whiskey into each of the cheap plastic cups he had set on the table.

”Oh, I don't mind.” You winked picking up the small white cup.

He sat down in the chair opposite you and took a sip regarding you thoughtfully.

“That so?” He drawled meeting your gaze.

It was a challenge.You didn’t dare look away.You had a feeling that John Winchester had an aversion to weakness and the last thing you wanted was for him to size you up and find you lacking.However, his unwavering stare was beginning to make you feel self conscious.You took a sip of the honey colored liquor for courage.

“Why are you making it so hard for me, Kid?” He sounded almost strained.

“It’s Y/N.” You reminded him taking another sip.

He took a deep breath and smiled.

“I’m trying to do the right thing here,Y/N.”

Ordinarily a statement like that would be reason enough for you to back down, but your towel had slipped lower during the conversation and John’s eyes were no longer on yours when he spoke.

“And what exactly is the right thing, John?”You knew full well that you had the upper hand.

“Get you some clothes, drop you off at your place.”

“Mmm...I get the feeling you aren’t all that keen on that idea.”

“I saved your life.All that’s left for me to do is give you a ride home.”He seemed torn, but from the way his gaze kept traveling from your lips to your cleavage You knew it wasn’t much of a battle.

”Or I could spend the night thanking you for saving my life.”

“I’d be taking advantage.”

“No. You wouldn’t.”

“This conversation is getting old fast, Kid.” He sounded as frustrated as You felt.

“So it’s back to ‘kid’ now?”

“By comparison.” He sighed running his hand over his eyes wearily.

You put the cup back on the table and stood.

“That’s not true.”You told him taking off the towel and letting it drop to the ground.

You heard a sharp in take of breath and watched his expression change.His eyes roamed over your figure, pupils blown wide with desire.Without another word, You climbed into his lap and pressed your lips to his.His hands were on you in an instant kneading and caressing your hips and ass.

“Fuck.” He cursed gruffly.“How old are you?”

“Old enough.” You murmured against his lips.

“That’s what they all say.”He contested breaking the kiss.

You huffed offended at the implication.

“Answer the question.” The deep growl of his voice sent shivers down your spine.

After a moment's hesitation you leaned in and whispered your answer in his ear.

“Jesus.” John muttered palming your breast in his large warm hand. "You are younger than my youngest son."

"Does that really bother you?"

"Not nearly as much as it should."

You kissed and nibbled at his neck.

He groaned, one hand in your hair the other massaging your breast.

You tugged the button up shirt he had on down his shoulders.

John kissed you roughly almost sloppily.You could feel his insistent erection against the back of your thigh begging for attention and it thrilled you.Men like John Winchester didn’t need much in their lives to get by, but tonight he needed you.Warmth bloomed in your chest at the thought.

You ran your hands over the muscles of his back, his biceps and reveled in the simple pleasure of skin to skin contact.

“You’re nothin’ but trouble, you know that?” He murmured against your collar bone.

You ran your fingers through his hair and sighed.

He kissed your breast lightly.His tongue slipped out running over your nipple slow and tantalizing.

“Damn, you taste good.” His warm breath against your damp skin sent a little wave of pleasure rolling down your body.

You began kneading his erection through the rough fabric of his jeans and ground your ass against the hard length.The teasing didn’t stop. John continued nibbling, licking, sucking on your nipples and breasts until your breathing became ragged.Your pussy was almost wet enough to drip.You leaned back just enough to unbutton his pants and slide down the zipper freeing his thick cock from his jeans.You made to mount him, loving the thick ridged length of his dick already.You felt like you were falling.You gasped as he tipped you forward the only thing holding you in place, his arm around your waist.

“I’m not that kind of man.” He drawled.

“Wh-wha?” You sputtered as he lay you down on the mattress.

“I am always on top.” He growled as he sank into you.

“Haaa…aah..” You became incoherent then.

Every sound he drew out of you was a testimony to the pleasure he elicited with each and every thrust.When you thought you might reach orgasm, you began to push your hips up against his. John held you down firmly to stop you.

“Not yet.” His gruff voice, and mesmerizing eyes filled with hunger were very nearly your undoing.To your surprise, he drew back, pulling out of you. You groaned in disappointment.

“I-I won’t do it again.” Your voice sounded whiny and you hated it, but You needed him. The whisper of a smile passed across his lips as he kneeled there between your thighs.

“I wouldn’t leave you like that, Baby.” He assured you.

You looked on as he kissed his way down your stomach and then his head was between your thighs. He kissed you wetly, open mouthed and you whimpered at the delectable sensation. He licked and sucked at the swollen skin and this time he didn’t pull away when you grinded yourself against his tongue.

“Mmmm” He hummed as if he’d never tasted anything as good as you. John sucked on your clitoris and You lost yourself. A tide of euphoria drowned you in blissful feelings.

“Fuck, John, oh John.” You cried out holding onto his hands where they were gripping your thighs.

You lay there drunk on him and the way he made you feel as he made his way back up your body.Your eyes stayed on his as he thrust back into you seeking his pleasure now.His thick cock slid into you a little more easily than it had before, your cum coating his shaft.He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue imitating the movements of your lower bodies only served to re-ignite the embers of your ardent desire for him. Your thighs trembled as he quickened the pace, fucking you in earnest. The incredibly arousing sound of his balls slapping against your ass drew a whimper from your throat.

“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? My cock deep in this nice tight pussy?” His deep voice sent shivers through you.

He pulled out just to sink back in, rolling his hips.

“Nnn…yes.” You moaned not caring how needy you sounded this time.“God, yes.”

John thrust deeper into you making you cry out and you couldn’t hold back any longer.Your walls clenched tightly around his dick as a second orgasm, rocked you, taking you to a place of exquisite ecstasy.He called your name as he came.You watched in a daze as he reached his peak cumming deep inside you, leaving you feeling wondrously full.

“Why am I trouble?” You asked later that night, as you lay tangled together beneath the thin bed sheet.

“What?” He murmured sleepily.

“You said I was nothing but trouble, why?” You persisted running your fingers down his arm and back up to his shoulder in a lazy caress.

“What it means, is that you’re the keepin’ kind and a hunter’s got a short life span.” He replied letting out a yawn.

“What does that mean for me?” You wondered out loud.

“Don’t worry about tomorrow, Kid.”He told you. "Trust me.It's nights like this that make life worth living."

You weren't entirely sure what he meant. John kissed the top of your head and held you close. You drifted to sleep, clinging to the notion that you would never forget John Winchester and the night you had spent together.

[cal-puddies]

state of grace || calum hood

“Hey papi.” You greet Cal, coming in in your gym clothes.

“Hey little one.” He greets, looking at you over his shoulder before pulling a loose hoodie over his bare chest, doing his best to hide as much of himself as he can. “You hungry? I was thinking about ordering in.” He mentions, finally turning to you. 

“Bubba… we just went grocery shopping. Why don’t we make something? Give me like 30 so I can shower?” You ask. Cal nods and he watches as you come over and press a quick kiss to his cheek. 

You aren’t the thinnest girl in the world but you work hard to maintain your body and Cal loves every curve.

You hit the shower and you start thinking about Cal’s behavior lately, he always seems to be covering himself, the extra baggy hoodies and t’s. You've known him a long time, he was a lanky teen when you met, and he was a slighter build when you started dating. He really started to fill out this year, and he didn’t seem to know what to do with it. 

When you come back in one of his older shirts and a pair of sweatpants, he looks lost staring into the Fridge. “Hey.” You say, pushing yourself into his arms. Cal wraps his arms around you, “you ok?” You ask, looking up at him. 

“Yeah, I’m fine baby.” He nods, leaning down to gently peck your lips. 

“Ok.” You nod, squeezing him a little tighter. “Any idea what you wanna eat?” 

You and Cal make a healthy dinner, and then retire to the couch for the evening. He knew you were exhausted from your day, but he hadn’t done anything at all, all day; Wander to the back yard with Duke to have a cigarette, sit and read a book, had coffee with Ash. 

You find Cal out back in the morning and you smile as you sit next to him on the lounger. “Hey handsome.” You yawn, pressing your lips to his shoulder and then you lean your head against his shoulder. He rests his free hand on your thigh and you both watch Duke wander around. “Supposed to be really nice today, wanna take Duke to Runyon?” 

“Ehh.” Cal shrugs. 

“C’mon papi, we never really do anything out of the house anymore.” You kinda whine, threading your fingers with his at your thigh. “I’m beginning to think you don’t like me anymore.” You pout. 

“I like you fine... We do stuff.” He knows it’s weak, but it’s all he’s got. He wasn’t ready for that. 

“Going to Ashtons and picking up take-out don’t count.” You disagree, pulling away and standing. “I’m gonna take him. You’re welcome to join us.” 

Cal definitely doesn’t want to start a fight. So he eventually decides to go. He looks at you when he gets to the bedroom, already in your workout tights and sports bra, putting on mascara. He watches you put the mascara down and then he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Maybe we can just stay here,” He quirks an eyebrow and kisses over your shoulders. 

“Absolutely if it leads to sex,”  You grin at him in the mirror. 

“I’ll definitely go down on you but it won’t be sex,” He shrugs. 

He watches your eyebrows knit together and your lips turn up into your angry pout. “No deal,” You say, pulling out of his grasp. 

“Baby, it’s not you,” he says. standing defiantly in the bathroom, arms stiff at his sides. 

You roll your eyes, like you haven’t heard that before, “I’m gonna go make something for breakfast real quick. Get dressed if you’re coming.” 

You decide on a smoothie and you make one for Cal, just in case. You start thinking, It’s been awhile since you had had sex, you can barely remember the last time you saw him naked. And even when he does seem in the mood, he just goes down on you and calls it good. Which is typically fine. Cal’s a giver, so it makes sense. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. 

Cal walks in the kitchen in a hoodie and basketball shorts. He grabs the cup you'd set out for him and takes a drink, and then comes over and wraps his arms around you again. You turn so you’re facing him, “it’s not you little one. It really isn’t,” He reiterates, kissing the tip of your nose. 

You shrug, “not what it feels like.” You lean up and kiss his nose in return and then pull away, checking him out while walking out of the kitchen to get Duke’s harness and the water bowl you take. “You’re gonna want the running tights or you’ll chafe.” You call. 

“I couldn’t find them.” 

“They’re on the top in the second drawer, I just put them away,” you peak your head back in the kitchen. 

“Well, I didn’t see ‘em.” He shrugs. 

“I’ll go look. Can you get Duke ready?” You ask. 

“Baby, it’s fine.” He insists. 

“I’ll just go look real quick. The chafe is real baby. It hurts.” 

You run into the room and see that the running tights are out, and balled up in the corner, as well as a few t shirts and shorts. You pick up one of the shirts and look at it, and things really start coming together. So you leave it be. 

“Hey, guess you were right.” You shrug, “dunno what I did with em.” 

Cal sighs in relief. He doesn’t have to try and squeeze into those pants or show that he can’t even fit into the t shirts he was wearing when you first got together. “Little man is ready.” Cal confirms, and he holds up water bottles and the snack bars too. “And we’re all set here.” 

“Cool, I just wanna put on a shirt quick.” You turn to head back to the room. 

“Why, you look so good babe?” He asks. 

“Not feelin it today.” 

And Cal can’t help but feel he might be to blame, turning you down for sex again. 

“Alright papi, you and little bubba ready?” You ask, back in front of him in a loose tank.

“We are.” He confirms, holding up the keys and the bag of stuff. 

So you guys spend a nice afternoon together, walking around the canyon with Duke. 

“Wanna save water?” You ask, raising your eyebrow at him when you get home. 

“That’s ok baby. I’ll wait.” He doesn’t even miss a beat when denying you. 

“Oh… ok.” You nod, furrow your brow, and then head off toward the shower. You don’t want to show Cal you’re hurt. You let a few tears slip out in the shower, you’re trying to remember it’s about him, but it’s hard to feel that way when he doesn’t say so and he’s constantly turning you down.

You need to figure out something to help him. Food’s good and inviting him to the gym or to be active could help, but you know you need to get him to accept his body. And let him know, without just saying so, that you love him no matter what. 

You get out of the shower and dress yourself in baggy sweats. 

Cal can tell you’d been crying. He knows all the signs. “You ok?” He asks, coming close and lifting your chin. 

“Yeah… just… don’t worry about it.” You shrug and walk past him, to the kitchen to get something to eat. 

You’re wrapped in a blanket on the couch when he comes down, he kisses your forehead. “D’you eat?” He asks. 

“Mmmhmm. Just had some leftovers.” You nod. You sit and make minimal conversation with him until you decide to go to bed. 

And Cal can’t help but notice you are even more cold after denying you yet again. He comes to bed and tries to cuddle you but you push him away, “sorry bub. Not feeling good.” You pull the blanket under your chin and curl into a ball. 

Your brain works overtime through the night and you wake up with an idea. 

Cal is once again up before you, always for Duke. He’s made coffee. 

You pour a cup before going outside. “Hey,” you greet. “Any chance you wanna go shopping with me? My pants aren’t fitting quite right for work.” You admit sheepishly. 

“they a little big?” He asks, pulling you in and kissing the top of your head. 

“Small, actually.” You turn your face up. 

“I’m here for any support you need, you know that.” He grins and kisses your nose, “I’d love to spend another day with you.” 

So that’s how you get Cal out shopping. And you watch as he picks some stuff for himself, and you can’t help but notice the things he’s picking are going to end like his t shirts and running tights. So, you mix some of them in your pile in a larger size and even pick a few things for him. 

The two of you hit the fitting room and you don’t press him to share one with you, you don’t want to get your feelings hurt again. You get a pair of pants on and call over to Cal. “Papi you ready? Can I see?” 

“Uhh… I don’t think this is my color little one. Let me try something else.” 

“Ok papi. Let me know when you’re ready.” You sigh. 

It takes a good 20 minutes and there’s a knock on your door, and when you open it, you’re staring at a red faced Calum, dressed in the clothes he came in. 

“Thought you were gonna let me see?” You ask. 

“None of them ended up being for me.” He shrugs. “But I’m happy to look at you and your ass in pants.” He quirks an eyebrow. 

You pull him in and shut the door. “What’s up baby? All of those things were very you, very in your style.” 

“They just weren’t right on.” He shrugs, taking a seat. 

“What wasn’t right?” You ask, straddling him. 

“They didn’t look right, or feel right… don’t push this please.” He asks, tucking your hair behind your ear. “The dad bod’s just not here for it.” He tries to joke. 

“Did someone say you had a dad bod? Cause I’ll fight.” Cal shakes his head. “Stop talking about my mans that way.” You pout.

“The fans have been mentioning I’m ‘thicc’.” He sighs. 

“Thicc is a good thing papi. But I could see how that’d be misconstrued.” 

“It’s just…” he starts, but then stops and clams up.

“Calum, I’m sorry… but I need to know what’s going on. I’m trying so hard not to take anything personally, but it’s impossible. You are turning me down all the time… do you not want me anymore?” 

Cal can hear the slight manic tone in your voice, and he knows now his insecurity is affecting you more than he’d guessed or anticipated. “I think you can clearly feel it’s not that,” He pulls you down on his hips. “Little one… I just…” he sighs. “Nothing fits. And I don’t know…” 

“Cal… I know handsome. But you know what else I know?” You wait for him to look at you. “I know that when I was a mess over needing a bigger size, your response was literally ‘you’re the most beautiful and the size of your pants or tops doesn’t affect that. Just a little more to love.’ And you didn’t make a huge deal of me losing the weight, which showed me it wasn’t important to you. And you needing bigger shirts or pants to fit properly? Same thing papi. I wanna see you comfortable and happy and I love the hell out of every inch of you, and I’d like to see what kind of work you can do… you know, power behind those hips now…” you wink. 

“I just don’t think… once you see me naked, you’ll wanna be with me anymore.” He averts his eyes from you. 

“You know how strong you are Calum? You literally pick me up off the floor when I can’t go another step and you hold me tight like you’re holding me together when I’m breaking. You don’t hesitate for a second when I’ve clearly had too much of the world. You’re right there. You’re my rock, the thing that won’t move when I need to hold onto something. And yes, you’re body has filled out. But you get on stage and play two hour shows for months on end. Do you have any idea what that takes?” You pause, “If it’s truly about the weight, we can go to the gym, and eat healthier. I’m happy to do all of that with you. But if you’re worried if I still want you, if I still find you sexy despite the size of your shirts or pants, then please hear me right now. You are so incredibly sexy Calum Hood and it has nothing to do with a number.” 

Cal cups your face in both hands, he lets out a little sigh and small grin turns up on his face. “I don’t deserve you.” He presses his lips to yours and gives you the needy kind of kiss you’ve been craving. 

“Now.” You whisper, “imma put on that black lacy number. You’re gonna put on these jeans and this shirt, and we’re gonna talk about a date tonight.” 

Cal takes the items from you, and the stuff he’d abandoned in his fitting room, in the larger sizes and he leaves you. 

Cal knocks on your fitting room door five minutes later and you open the door. He’s got a short sleeve black button down on with a pair of distressed blue jeans. 

“Aye papi!” You grin.

“You think so?” He asks. 

“Yes… how do they feel?” You check. 

“Much better, you were right.” He nods. 

“You look amazing papi. Bet you’d get yourself laid if you took your girl on a nice date out of the house tonight.” You wink. 

“I heard you little one. We’ll go out tonight.” He smirks. He cups your face in both hands and pulls you into a kiss. 

You guys check out, Cal gets everything he tried on. And he works quietly when you get home to plan a night out for you two. 

It starts with dinner and moves onto drinks at a bar you both like. He looks over at you after the second drink and grins, “thank you for today, little one, you said all the words I needed to hear.” He pecks your lips. 

“I meant every word papi. Some days will still be tough, but you can get through this. You’re a hot piece of ass, and I’m lucky you come to bed with me at night.” You wink. 

He rolls his eyes, “I’m definitely coming to bed with you tonight.” 

“Can we go? I wanna love on you.” 

“Yeah.” He nods, he pulls out his wallet and throws some cash down, then intertwines your fingers and pulls you out of the booth. 

You’re excited to say the least, you needed Cal in this way and you’d finally get it, but you needed to show him love first. 

He lets you start to undress him, but he holds you face, controlling where you can look. “Let me love you papi.” You whisper. He lets go as you get the buttons undone on his shirt and push it off his shoulders. Your fingers tap along his collarbone, brushing over the tattoos there. You let your fingers run down his chest, sliding around to hold him at his ribs. 

Cal sighs when you lean in and your lips first press to his chest. One hand comes comes to hold the back of your head, and the other slides down your waist to your ass, he gently squeezes. 

“You really haven’t noticed?” He asks, his hand moving from the back of your neck, to the side so his thumb could caress your cheek. 

“What was I supposed to notice Cal?” You look up at him, “the only thing I noticed was that you weren’t happy.” You admit. 

“And I let you think that was about you, and even probably perpetuated it. I’m sorry about that. You never fail to come through for me.” He sighs,’”I should have known this would be the same.” He half smiles at you. “I love you.” 

You wrap your arms tight around him, he hugs you back. “Love you.” You mumble into his skin, squeezing him.

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anyways im gonna listen to/read the fuckin...rise of the ogre shit bc ive been putting it off 🪓🥴 im gonna put stuff under the cut bc im gonna be TALKING n dont wanna make a new post everytime

piss

ok he performed for 2 pounds 50. which is basically $3 today i- well it was absolutely a power play on his father behalf that also had the promise of money so.

also lol he said Rejection fueled my ambitions which, yknow,, i already knew but it still hurts and i will continue to talk ab it xoxo

AH HELP. "...if ebay had been invented at the time he would've sold me online there and then,"

"man hands on misery to man, yknow"

THEN PROCEEDS TO CONNECT IT TO MUSIC/HIS CAREER. this man said :) the one thing i truly have a passion for. the one thing i fucking like.

oh yeah. bullied by students AND teachers.

oh god hes 42ish during this interview? ok.

the fuckin school bully saying he wouldve acted differently if he knew what hed become

getting called "faceache", then proceeds to call 2d that. jfc he really does just repeat what everyone says. really "treating others how i was treated/how they treat me"

maybe thats why? hes kinder to fans? bc :] you support me and like me so, ok ill return that energy

MURDOC GETTING HIS ASS BEAT N PARADING HOME LIKE WELL I WON BC 'I PISSED YOU OFF' SJDJD

a real rowdy boy. absolute nasty boy. fraud and arson... shooting ppls windows with his air pistols

black sabbath being a huge inspiration? fucking absolutely.

became a satanist n shit at age 16? "it fitted me like a glove" "heavy metal and devil worshipping became my favorite past times" ajsj funny that ppl in trying times often seek religion or following of some sort

heavy metal being his favorite, n loving the clash, while hannibals was more punk based

hannibal breaking murdocs nose for the 2nd and 3rd time for playing his music on hannibals turntable

he doesnt sound that bitter? ab hannibal? he doesnt sound incredibly fond but he talks ab how he got him into a lot of music. so, i imagine they we're a bit closer than i thought?

international baccalaureate in antisocial? anthropology?

MURDOC IS ACTUALLY SMART HE WAS JUST. NOT INTERESTED IN THE SUBJECTS? I GUESS? (also,,, he literally Built cyborg noodle and i think he had a PhD too lol. but its always nice to hear hes actually...yknow, interested or good at other things)

alright but murdoc having a fascination w/ other cultures - or at least some interests, that lead him to actually study the damn subject and "pass with flying colors"

'fuck college though. im gonna be a rockstar'

he sold his soul at 18ish? whenever the fuck he got kicked out but college was mentioned so my brain goes to 18ish idk

he lived with his father still and paid rent via low paying jobs one including 'part time dressing as santa'

help he was ab to take a Personal Job for quick cash and uhh well, "still made me call him sir though" he really said 20 dollars is 20 dollars, huh "that story was totally true"

alright, 1997,,,

2d stuff

loves zombie stuff? thats really cute, and is freaked out by the way they move. god he rambles

both he and murdoc are horses in the chinese zodiac

[[jfc ok if the official shit compares them a lot i understand why ppl ship them but Dont. its a narrative foil and that doesnt always mean Romance jfc.]]

SUMTHINK.

truly... a lil stinker. super cute bouncing baby and a "bit thick" which is stull so endearing to me. hes just a happy man!

excitable 10 year old and would dance around his room

jfc the fact he has normal/caring parents. i kinda forget how opposite hes supposed to be from murdoc but i think thats another thing jsjsysg (murdoc said why isnt my tragic story making me famous why does he get to be the Star. no wonder he acts like a loon)

i still dont get how gettin bonked by a tree branch made him go bald and also turn his hair blue

big tiddy nurse mommy,,,

went to the same school as The Cure and got decent grades despite hittin the noggin quite hard. WANTED TO BE A STORM CHASER... OMG??

oh thats really cute, hed bond with his dad by building keyboards toegther 🥺💕

messed around with paints and graffiti? artistic king

MURDOC AGAIN: QHDJ 'VILLANOUS' GANG HELP

oh yeah d day...new instruments, new band, new singer - and 'had to be the best or no dice' and absolutely CONFIDENT that his songs were bangers ajsjd

but on that same note, had absolute faith (or desperate) in 2d which i love

ransacked the fucking music shop jdjdj and 2d said he was Just Standing There behind the counter the whole shift hdhdh

"thats when your eye came out, yeah" "yeah!-" HELP WHY DOES HE SOUND SO HAPPY AB IT ?? yes he said ut hurt but he sounds...ok

jfc murdoc ragdolling this poor mf around. dunking him and slapping him around. actually? so incredibly terrible and abusive and i hate him for that 🔫 im sorry 2d stans. we dont condone that behavior here ong.

how and why the FUCK did 2d's parents allow that fucker near their child after that i??? help. wtf. his moms a nurse why didnt she just have murdoc sit in plain view of other people. god damn.

2d flying out the window n hitting the curb "whoops"

"just two black holes...[ah] it looked great...a blue hair, blacked eyed GOD- the girls would go wild-" "pretty boy looks" ???? HELP. HE DOESNT GO LIGHT ON THE COMPLIMENTS, HUH

RUSS TIME

oh yeah, he straight up kiddnapped this man help. idk how he managed that, russ is a Big Man??

AND MURDOCS MUSIC WAS SO FUCKING SEXY GOOD that russel said hm alright ill stay, :] out ifbhis owm free will im screaming.

"oh this is one of them febreeze commercials" "uh . yeah sure. *murdoc turning on his Sick Tunes*" but that either means? it was just his guitar playing the convinced russ? unless he and 2d recorded sumn?

"2d was the looks, murdoc the brains, then russel truly was the heart"

'while 2d and murdoc liked music, this man was a MUSICIAN' god fucking bless this book holy shit ny man russ getting some respect. he said back hurts from carrying this band.

murdoc basically heard this guy had big trauma that gave him So Many Skills n said "thats what i want" ok idk thats actually really? inch rest ting to me. seems that murdocs fine handing out compliments but i guess that where his charisma really helps out yeah?

"he was going to be in my band whether he liked it or not" ...murdoc-

HELP. 2D IS LIKE BRO GO ON IM LISTENING 🥺 despite hearing the story 50-60 times and murdoc said fuck off you lil shit.

ok irrelevant but i love his voice! its super comforting n nice to listen to 🥺

HELP MURDOCS SO BITTER. "NOTHING THAT HAPPENS TO US IS NORMAL" WELL YEAH. THIS IS TRAUMA CENTRAL.

idk how/why he sucked up all his friends souls though ... how are they all possessing the same person. they said "its my turn on The Russ"

DELL IS HIS ACTUAL, LITERAL SOULMATE...KING...😭

went to a private school,,, and was already possessed? and the thing where he gets bigger and smaller is a reoccurring thing?

was in a coma for 4 years?

hiphop machine...time and history...the ultimate set i guess.

his knowledge was infinite and hes a "Renaissance man" hes so fucking smart our king. jack of all trades but a master of drums. he said i know im good and what of it

PAULA.

HELP. HE RMBRS THE STALL: CUBICAL NUMBER 3 🥴 IF I DO RECALL 🤤

yes russel our king. fuck up his nose 5 more times. probably stunted his growth too. he shrunk after russ gave him a wallop im sure

why dies paula sound like tracer overwatch

also only dated 2d for 2 months before joining the band?

HELP SHE REALLY WAS THE FIRST MURDOC FUCKER: "but when i saw murdoc with his thick greasy hair, green teeth and yellow skin i thought 'oh this is the ine for me!'" "OH HES SUCH A DANDY-" HELP ME IM HQJDHD

sick in the head...like i want to hurt people help girl. shes fucking Crazy. but she rly said damn i didnt hear back from him again 😭 and my purse is gone JSHHD

MURDOC: SHE WAS DEPRESSINGLY UGLY *still fucked her*

NOODLE TIME

"small japanese person!"

2d: we werent gorillaz until noodle arrived!

im dying the reason he chose gorillaz. 'swinging through the jungle baring my ass'

noodle really said "im just happy to be here" and she balanced everyone out 😭 "she gave off pure love and the fact that she could laugh at murdoc REALLY helped too" RUSS... IS BABY

JFC MURDOCS SO FUCKING CONFIDENT IN THIS BAND IM LIVING FOR THAT. HE SAID YOU WANT US SO BAD IT MAKES YOU LOOK STUPID. THE CHARISMA

2d rambling ab some girl he met and "ssSs" "whats the s stand for hawhaw" "i dont know!".

THE RECORD LABEL GUY.

one song is all it took i ❤ good for them

just murdoc talking ab the party that they threw for thier deal and saying "you dont know how much of a dick i felt like [when carrying one of those huge checks]" like oh thats whatll make you a dick? alright.

A FOOD FIGHT THAT WENT SO HARD THAT IT KNOCKED 2DS TONSILS OUT? WHAT THE FUCK

ahshdj damon and murdoc not getting along bc of Rival Band One Uppery + damon calling murdocs cuban heels crap since ge wore steel ones with gold spurs.

MURDOC FEELIN EMBARRASSED BC HES 'QUITE PROUD OF HIS SHOES'

but the band and damon getting over music and their ambitions and became a "paternal figure"

HELP MURDOC SAID AWIOGA @ RACHEL WHICH MADE HER THROW HER DRINK IN HIS FACE AND SPLIT FROM 2D. kinda sad actually, she said i still like 2d but murdoc kinda ruined it by trying to get it in with me, it put a strain in our relationship :/ oh god murdocs That Dude

nov 31 1998: started recording :]

40 tracks that got cut down to 15 holy shit

KONG STUDIOS 🤲

hooking up cameras in every room ejdjsu

webby artist of the year in 2006? holy shit

noodle learning ab kong studios omfg

JFC. YES I KNEW KONG WAS BUILT ON/IN A CEMETERY BUT I DIDNT KNOW PPL FOR THE FUCKING PLAGUE WHERE THROWN THERE HDJD

built in 1739?

the ghost of the first owners ghost still roams around in the kitchen in the early hours and moans 'aaa glass of water'

theres some rotting bullshit near the studios and in the summer its fucking TERRIBLE

the former owners were a biker gang, and they all died in a fire

murdoc said this place has bad vibes. i want it.

grim weather

the building feels impossible to escape from huHgg

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: May You Always Be Satisfied

Ahhh, so.. This is the third part to these two asks [ here ] and [ here ] and after this, there’s at least one more part. We’re still moderately angsty here, folks. Maybe the last part will be better? Let’s all just like.. hope or some shit.

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“ I mean, he looks happy. That’s all I want for him. What was I supposed to do? Throw myself on the floor, grab his ankles and tearfully beg him to stay?” I half questioned, offering a shrug to my neighbor Cordelia as she poured us both more wine. The television set was stopped on AEW in the background and even though I know I should’ve changed the channel when I heard his theme hit, somehow I just.. Couldn’t.

It was the first time I’d seen him in a little over 3 months now. And seeing him slink down the ramp was like ripping a bandage off a healing wound only to have that bandage catch halfway and bring up scar tissue with it.

I may be fooling everyone else at this point. I may seem as if I’m doing fine but deep down? Completely the opposite. In reality, I’m a breath away from breaking down at any second. There’s just so much shit I haven’t really… Dealt with.

I’ve just been ignoring it. He made his choice. I didn’t try to fight harder. I just let him go because I didn’t want to settle for being someone’s silver. 

“You realize you’re not hiding just how bad you’re taking this, right?” Cordelia’s statement had me glancing at her as I shrugged and sipped the red wine in my glass. At first, I tried to argue back and insist I was, but instead, my shoulders dropped and I sighed. 

“It’s the only option I have. He’s the one who left. He’s the one who said things weren’t working between us.”

Cordelia eyed me and sipped her own wine, going quiet for a few minutes. Then she spoke up again. “Which totally does not track with the man I met at that barbecue he came to with you. He looked at you like you hung the moon in the sky and told the stars to shine. It just doesn’t make any sense, that’s all I’m saying.”

My fingers curled over the edge of the kitchen island between us and I finished off my glass, reaching across the island for the bottle. She held it out of my reach and eyed me. I pouted at her. 

“All I’m saying here, Veronica.. It’s entirely possible that that pushy asshole he’s friends with had something to do with this.”

“That makes no sense. Adam can think for himself.”

“But maybe he’s gotten so used to going along with what everyone else pushes him to think and do that he’s forgotten how. Maybe the guy said something and Adam took it to an extreme. C’mon, you’ve said yourself that you didn’t like the way the guy constantly tried to undermine and ignore Adam.”

“Yeah, well if that’s the case, then I can’t be with him either. So either way, this is still an unsolvable dilemma. I’m not going to settle for being someone’s second choice. And I’m not going to sit back quietly and watch someone I love let himself be held back by so called friends who think they know best, either. We’re at an impasse.” I frowned to myself and picked up the remote, turning off the television, which only earned me a pout from Cordelia.

“What?” I shrugged off her pout and took a few more  sips of my wine as I scrolled Instagram.

“I was watching that, ma’am. For my own scientific research.”

I snorted in laughter at what she said and looked up. “Does his name happen to be Wardlow?”

“ Hey, I can’t help it I have amazing taste.”

“Yeah, no. The verdict is still out there, Cordy.” I teased gently, sighing to myself as soon as I saw a post from Adam’s instagram story. I let myself linger on it a little bit. I tried to just.. Remain neutral.

But I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and I closed out of the app hurriedly, plasting the best fake smile on that I could as I looked up at her. “Either way, I’m going to be fine. I’m handling it.”

“Woman, you are ignoring the hell out of this. You loved him. Now stop being stubborn and at least allow yourself to own up to that.”

“You’re not gonna charge me for the therapy session, right doc?” I joked and she grumbled, rolling her eyes as she shook her head. 

“What I will do is insist that if you’re just hell bent on denying, you wipe your life of all traces that he was involved in it. Otherwise, you’re never going to not be miserable.”

“Already done. Do you see any pictures of us around here anymore?” I swept my arms wide, gesturing to my small apartment. Cordelia looked around and then shook her head, giving me one of her wise old lady looks. “You can get rid of the pictures, change the bedsheets, change your hair color and toss out all his old shirts he left behind… But you can’t make yourself forget him. Take it from me… You need to actually deal with this. And stop serial dating on Tinder. That’s where the serial killers all hide.”

“Bye, Cordie.” I chirped, laughing to myself as I shut the door behind her and leaned against it, taking a deep breath as my eyes wandered my apartment.

Okay, so maybe she’s right. Maybe I can’t totally forget him, but… I’m going to have to find some way to stop letting little moments of doubt where I want to reach out creep in. Because he ended things with me. He’s the one who couldn’t get over an ex girlfriend. I wasn’t ever going to be enough for him.

And yet, even as I stood there, thinking about it all, I still found myself wondering… What if I was completely wrong?

“I have got to just get over this.” I grumbled to myself as I made my way to bed, falling face first into it.

--

“You do realize that Matt’s just the kind of jackass who stirs shit up, right man?” Mox spoke up from beside me, sitting down the glass of bourbon he’d been nursing most of the night. I shrugged and sighed, barely managing to keep my jaw unclenched.

He wasn’t exactly telling me something I wasn’t aware of… Didn’t mean I fucking wanted to hear it. I knew Matt was stirring the pot when he told me he’d run into Veronica again. The sumbitch was full on shit eating grin as he told me that he heard it going around that she’s been on a different date every night for the past few weeks now. 

And damn it, despite trying my best not to let it get in my head, it got in my head and it got in deep.

“He really told ya girl about the ex?” Mox shook his head, letting out a low whistle as he followed up, “What’d he say?”

“Probably what I let slip about wondering if I was still in love with her.”

“Goddamn. Page, you’re too fuckin nice for your own good. If it were me?” Mox pointed to himself and took a sip from the glass, “I’d have beaten his ass all over the place.”

“ Why bother? He had a point and he wasn’t lyin. I honestly thought I might be in love with my ex at the time. She’d come back, she was callin and texting me all the time again. Got me thinkin about how much we did go through together… Missin her a little.”

“And now, dumb fucker?”

I glared at him before answering. “Now I just feel empty. And it hurts like hell because she didn’t even put up a fight when I broke things off between us. Hell, I’m disgusted with myself now, actually. I let everybody else dictate what I did with my own life… Again.”

“Yeah, that’s a habit of yours, man. Not a good one either. What you gotta do is say fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em all. If you wanna fix this? It’s on you to fix. She shouldn’t have had to beg ya not to end things. If ya even thought for a second ya were about to fuck up, maybe ya shouldn’t have ended shit.” Mox grumbled, glancing up at the MMA fight we’d been watching on the tv. “But no. No, ya really had to go and let Omega and Jackson’s bitch asses dictate your move. Play into their hands.”

“This isn’t helpin, Mox.”

“You said you wanted to be around honest people, man. I’m bein honest. You’re a fuckin idiot, okay? And if you think it’s over, you’re an even bigger one. Because man,” he chuckled and took a longer sip. “If you really want her back? You gotta make it happen. Stop sittin around and whinin, holy shit. Step the fuck up and prove her wrong.” 

I eyed him, waiting on him to explain.

“She probably thinks ya never gonna love her like ya did that ex. And the longer ya sit here, drownin it in alcohol, the more she’s gonna believe she’s right on that. Nobody likes feelin second best, man. Does it fuckin feel good when Jackson and Omega do that shit to you?”

“Fuck no.” I answered, beginning to see where Mox was going with this rollercoaster of a pep talk.

The wheels were turning in my mind.

“Then don’t fuckin let it happen with her. If you think you’re feelin bad right now, try imaginin how she feels, man.” Mox finished off his drink and rose from the stool, nodding. “Gonna go out for a smoke. You.. Think about what I fucking said. Got it, man?”

And think about it, I did.

I know by now, no thanks to Matt, that whoever she was with that day I did go to her and try to make this right… They’re not a thing anymore. So, maybe…

Maybe it’s not too late.

[shaekingshitup]

Grindin

A/N: EEEPP. This is my first attempt at a reader insert. Reader is always gonna be black. I missed a many of days. Here is the day 3 prompt because I liked this idea! Kind of based off my favorite coffee shop. Maybe I’ll do more for this lil story? 💁🏿 The chime for the door is literally from this song here. 

Summary: Reader goes back home to open a coffee shop and meets a man that stirs some things in her. 

“I love the concept,” you commented, “ I know we were only interested in black and blue originally. But can you do a mock up with gold lettering as well?”

“YAS! THAT! I like THAT! exclaimed Ray

“Already done,” Lulu noted and pulled out a secondary growler mock up from behind the print that you were assessing.

“You know me so well,” you smiled.

“Yeah, your ass is kinda predictable” she smiled back which earned her a tongue out.

This was your first meeting of the month and so far everything was going great. You loved that you could live out your dreams with the two people you trusted more than anyone in the world. Lulu had been by your side since you both realized you were the only two Spelman freshmen who were both from Cali in your class.  By your second semester y’all were so inseparable that everyone thought you were sisters. And by year 2 you were already living together. Thank God y’all had separate interests which kept your friendship and now your business in a healthy and ever growing state. You were engrossed in the world of science. You had been a bio major who often volunteered at the local greenhouse. That helped you establish your small but busy coffee shop a year and a half ago. Lulu was a graphic artist whom also was in charge of all Grindin social media and the unofficial pastry taste tester. Ray had come along when the ladies were rooming together off campus. He was a community college to 4- year transplant at Clark Atlanta but the boy was born and raised in Macon, Georgia and he’d never let you forget it. It was evident that once he met the girls at a mixer in his first week, the friendship was a wrap. That spawned regular visits back to his parents’ homes on the weekends and even some holidays spent in the south. After graduation, the bond never broke. You and Lulu returned to Cali with Ray in tow so that he could use his business degree to help birth Grindin.

You glanced over to Sherell. The Brewista Lead for the morning shift. You knew that Sherell had been strugglin to keep up a healthy sleeping schedule with finals right around the corner and the nerves of her impending graduation from Lincoln. She was a sweet girl and you couldn’t stand to see her bare any more stress. You were so caught up in your thoughts about Sherell that you had missed the very clear topic change amongst your friends.

“Okay, but that nigga’s arms? They biggg. You know what that mean!” sad Ray pointedly at Lulu

“HA” she cackled, “ that don’t mean nothin’. My guy has really soft eyes and you know Y/N loves a guy who is easy on the eyes,” Lu quips

“Bitch, you see the caterpillar above those eyes? We don’t nee her birthin the next Helga Pataki in these streets”

“Ugh” you groaned as you rubbed your temple. “I don’t know how many times we have to have to do this but I do not under any circumstances want you two meddling in my love life,”

“But” they chorused.

“BUT NOTHING! Every human with an assumed penis and who looks like they got more than $150 in the bank becomes a contestant for your little game of ‘Win a Date with Y/N’! I run a coffee shop! Not a dating service. I’m done explaining shit to y’all. Stop harassing my customers and let my ass worry about who I am with! I mean that shit.”

“I told you we should have started addin females to the list,” whispers Ray as you walk over to the counter.

“Raymond Johnson the IV and Eyeluta Nicole Hathaway, if I hear one more word from either of y’all you both gone be banned from any pastries for the rest  of the month” you spat feeling like the unofficial mother of your group yet again. You took a deep breath and continued toward the counter. 

“Sherell, how’s it going?” you asked a you approached the register.

She sighed heavily.

“You know what? You need a break. Go in the back and relax your eyes a bit. I’ll man the front”

“Oh no. It’s really-“

You cut her off. “Get back there and relax a little. I think I know how to run a register,” you winked.

You were on the register and Antwon was pouring at the bar. You two were in a good rhythm. It was either bustling or there was one customer to tend to today. There didn’t seem to be any in between this morning. 

GRINDIN rang out as the next patron entered.

“Welcome!” Antwon called out as you were assessing the stock supply up in the floor.

When you turned around you were met with... Well, you weren’t quite sure how to describe him. Fine was an understatement. Standing six feet tall was a milk chocolate wonder with a physique that his dark turtleneck and three piece suit couldn’t hide.

Keep it professional y/n

Before you could even get a breath out he growled “Y’all really got Clipse playin every time the damn door open?” He said this with his eyes glued to his screen as if looking up was such a difficult feat to conquer at 7:32 a.m.

“Yeah. It’s a signature touch,” you responded to the stranger. At your voice, he looked up and offered a smirk that probably made most women collapse at first sight. You still hadn’t made up your mind though.

“I’m feelin it.”

“Is this your first time here? I’m more than welcome to answer any questions you have about the menu or the store in general” you offered.

“Nah. I’ve been in a time or two before. Never seen you before,” he very openly eyed you up and down, “I normally let my assistant handle this shit though, you know Miss… “

“Y/N. Well, since you’ve been here before then you’re familiar with our unique take on the menu.” you supplied.

“Yeah, y’all rotate teas and coffees quarterly. You seem to keep a few staples- which I ‘preciate and y’all got some corny ass names for these drinks too.”

You bristled a bit at that last part. “There’s nothing wrong with a little creativity.”

“Never said there was, Y/N” At this point you couldn’t tell if you wanted to serve this man or show him the door. You chose the professional route.

“So, what does your assistant normally bring you Mr…?” you trailed off

“Just Erik is fine. My favorite is the single origin. Black.  It’s always the best way to start my day.”

“Mine too.” you smiled. Maybe he isn’t so bad after all

“If you’re into the single origin and you love that bold, black, taste something similar with just a little more sweetness is Brew Thang.”

He chuckled. “See what I be saying about these names? How you expect a grown ass man to order a drink called ‘Brew Thang’?”

“It’s good. Once you have a taste, you won’t have a hard time getting it to roll of your tongue.” you sassed.

Oh fuck . I didn’t mean it like that. I gotta keep this professional. I don’t need a bad review from this guy.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh really? Then lemme get a taste,” he said licking his lips. Your eyes widened slightly but he caught it. 

“Size?” you asked looking down at the tablet screen. 

“Large” he said with a bld and dark stare, “How much I owe you?”

“This one will be on the house. I want to make sure you’re satisfied.”

OH MY GAWD GIRL? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT IS COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. PLEASE LEAD WITH YOUR HEAD AND LESS OF THE PUSSY

“Antwon, let’s switch. I’ll take the bar. You take the register!” You yelled out and quckly you two transitioned so that he could help the growing line of customer and you could bang out the drinks. Erik followed as you moved to the bar where he watched you work your magic. Once you were done pouring his drink you gave it to him. You got started not the next orders not the board but made sure to keep an eye on him as he took the first sip.  

“Fuck ma. This shit good” It was your turn to smirk. 

“That’s what I was trying to tell you. So now you’re hooked on the Brew Thang?”

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely satisfied.” You failed to hide your giggle as you called out that Ricky’s order was ready. Erik stuck around for a little after that inquiring about other menu items that you told him not be too quick to judge based on their names. The initial tension had dissolved and you two were in a comfortable rhythm of commenting on both the menu and the changes you’d seen in Oakland during the last few years. Thankfully there wasn’t a rush at the moment and it was fine for your to be off to the side of the bar answering any questions he could put forth. He was attentive to your passion regarding the menu and all that went into the shop as a whole.

“Hol up. You ain’t a barista. This is yo shit?”

“I prefer Brewista and yes. I do co-own this shop with my best friend Ray and we have a great Graphic Artist, Lulu, on deck too” The more he learned about you. The more he wanted to know.

“Okay Miss Entrepreneur. I see you. Damn, does that mean that you tha one that come up with these corny ass names then?”

You scowled playfully. “You keep talkin on my name and you gone catch these hands. I’m a professional. But I grew up on these streets. I can throw blows Erik,”

“My bad baby girl. I respect your grind.”

“Okay. So who really is the corny one here?”

“Whatever,” he smiled. A genuine smile with teeth and this made you want to melt right there. “Anyways, speaking of Brew Thangs, you got  a ni-“

His phone rang and he glanced down cursing. He put up his index finger and gestured that he just need one moment. You nodded your consent.

“What up T?”

In that time that he took his call, you looked up and saw that you had a line out the door. Sherrell came back out to the floor and your two were in a great rhythm getting through the 16 drink orders that had come up. When you looked up again, Erik was no where to be found. Now that the shop was stable you let Sherell do her thang and went into the back to re-convene with Lu & Ray.

“Y/N we need to get you an award for best employer. You really be out here goin the extra mile for your staff,” Lu said. You lifted the corner of your mouth in a weak attempt at a smile.

“Uh uh. Hoe what’s wrong?” Ray said noting your dejected spirt.

“Now? Now you listen to me?!” you yelled. “ALLL the time, I tell yo asses not to intervene in my love life and the one time it may have actually been beneficial y’all were no where to be seen!”

“I know she didn’t” Ray said.

“Yeah. She did” Lu, retorted. “I’m gonna ignore your funky attitude because I can see you’re going through something sis. What’s the deal?”

“I was talking to this guy. This man. And y’all he was so charming and sexy as hell and he wasn’t afraid to talk about shit that matters and I just turned away to make some drinks and he disappeared! I really thought he was gonna make a move. Or at the very least that you two would move in on him and make me sit through another awkward date. But nooooooo, you two finally decided to respect my wishes for once and now Imma die alone!” you monologued.

“You done?” Lu asked.

“Yes” you pouted.

“Aww come here baby,” Ray said with his arms outstretched, “I’m sure he’ll be back.” He hugged your frame tightly and rubbed some circles into your back. “Especially if you turned around when you were in front of him, cuz BABY GOT BACK!!” He yelled.

You and Lu laughed as he started smackin your ass and shakin his own. Soon enough you were all in the back twerkin like it was the first night y’all meet all over again. Hopefully he’d be back.

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Holding on and Letting go - Chapter Three

The sequel to The Hand That Reaches for God

Emerson was always told that time heals all wounds, but whoever said that must’ve not lived in the world that she lived in. They must’ve lived in the time before, when the world its self wasn’t this bleeding, throbbing wound, and that time did nothing but drag out the never ending pain.

The Maklen sisters and the Winchester brothers were inseparable, their whole lives, and when the world turned red they did the one thing they knew how to do– be together. But now, the same world that pulled them together, seemed destined to rip them apart again and shatter something that was so fragile in the first place.

Chapter Three

“I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we.” - Nikita Gill

-8 Years Before-

“Happy birthday dear OpheliaandEmersonnnnn happy birthday to you!”

Ophelia leaned down and blew out the candles on their cake. That was always her job, and Emerson didn’t care, not really. She wasn’t the kind that made wishes on candles or stars. She just hoped that Pheli wished enough for both of them.

Sam invaded their space and wrapped his arms around Pheli’s waist and placed a big kiss on her cheek. “Happy birthday, baby!”

“Aw! He’s sweet. Isn’t he sweet?”

“The sweetest,” Em said tightly. She walked to the table to help her mom cut the cake, since it was pretty clear that her sister wasn’t going to.

“Are you having fun, honey?” Jana asked, kissing her daughter’s temple.

“Yeah. Thanks, Mom.”

“You can sit down. I can get it,” she insisted. “Let your mother take care of you on your birthday.”

“She’s right, you know.”

Emerson would recognize that voice anywhere. Dean. She just couldn’t get rid of him, could she? “What’re you doing here?”

“It’s a party,” Dean said with a shrug.

“I know. It’s my party.” She wasn’t sure if she even believed that. Her eyes met his green ones and a chill ran down her spine. He had this way of getting under her skin that she couldn’t shake no matter how hard she tried.

“Wanna take a walk?”

“Okay.”

She avoided the quirked eyebrow and smirk of her mother and followed Dean through her house to the front door. They pushed through and walked down the sidewalk. It was awkward at first, quiet. She questioned immediately why she went with him. What the fuck was she thinking? She ditched her own birthday party for Dean Winchester. Pheli was going to give her so much shit for this.

They followed the sidewalk to the pier and down to the water. There was something about the ocean that always had a draw for Emerson. It didn’t matter how long she lived near it, she always felt a lot calmer when she could smell the salt. The air was cold, and the sand was hard and frozen. The whistle of the wind over the sea was haunting, like a set of old wind chimes. She stopped walking and turned to him. She worried if they kept walking they would reach the end of the earth and fall off the edge. “Why did you ask me out here, Dean?”

Dean's hands were in his pockets, and he looked out to the sea, dark and churning. He turned to glance at her and dug in the pocket of his coat and held out his fist. “I got you something.”

She raised an eyebrow curiously. “Why?”

“It’s your birthday. That’s what people do.”

Right.

Emerson held out her hand for him and he dropped something into it. She pulled her hand back and stared at the necklace resting in her palm. “You got me jewelry.”

“Don’t make it weird.”

“It is weird,” she said with a snort before holding it up. It was a dainty, gold chain with a small golden bear on it. She ran her finger along the hunched back of the bear and frowned. “What is…”

“Bears are supposed to symbolize strength. I just… You’re strong, Em. Sometimes I feel like you forget that.”

She curled her fingers around the necklace, her chest tugging herself towards him a bit, and she swallowed hard. How was it that this man knew her so deeply? He seemed to know exactly what she needed to hear, and the way to say it that made all of the difference. They were toeing a line. He was too old for her, and she had no interest in falling in love, but yet. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He turned away from her, looking back out. “I don’t think you get enough attention. Everyone is always focused on Ophelia. She’s great, don’t get me wrong, it’s just… you’re great, too. Don’t think anyone tells you enough.”

“I don’t need that much validation.”

“Maybe not, but I’m still gonna tell you.”

And he did.

-3 Years after-

Dean Winchester spent a lot of time looking at Emerson Maklen, especially after everything that happened. It felt like he had to walk on eggshells with her and Sammy. Sometimes it was too damn much, but he had to pick his battles. He had to appreciate what he had left.

It was her birthday, and he wanted to do something special for her, but he knew better. She wouldn’t want to celebrate without Pheli, and he couldn’t blame her for that.

Out of all of the ways he thought they would end up, this wasn’t even an option. Not by a long shot. She was trying, and he could appreciate that. They all were, but sometimes trying wasn’t enough. He could hear her crying at night even though she tried to hide it, and it broke him. There was nothing worse than seeing the person he loved most in the world hurt so deeply. He felt like no matter how close he got to her, he would never be close enough to pull her out of the darkness.

He’d been thinking about his deployment a lot lately. The heat of the desert was on his mind. The sweat and the sand. The blood and bombs. It felt like a different life, like some kind of god awful dream. That’s how The After felt. That's what they’d dubbed the apocalypse. It had a sort of a ring to it, well it sounded better than ‘the end of the fucking world’, even though that was pretty accurate.

He spent so much of his deployment thinking about Emerson. He thought about her and all of the letters she probably hadn’t opened. He thought about how he would win her back. He thought about a lot of things. One night he laid on his back in a truck bed as Charlie drove, yammering on about something, but his eyes didn’t leave the sky. He could say a lot about Afghanistan, but fuck, the sky was clear. He could see a million stars, but really all he saw was Emerson.

All he ever saw was Emerson.

-2 Years before-

“Alright, men,” Dean began, shifting uncomfortably in his Civ’s.

Charlie cleared her throat and shot him daggers at men.

“Alright, gang?”

She nodded in approval, and Dean shook his head with a snort. Charlie reminded him of her sometimes. She was so fucking strong willed that it gave him a headache. He missed her more than he could ever imagine. If Dean Winchester could list his biggest mistakes on a sheet of paper, it would just have the date that he crawled out of Emerson Maklen’s window, leaving her naked and alone, in big Roman numerals. What the fuck was he thinking?

Well, he knew exactly what he was thinking. He wasn’t good enough.

“Alright, gang. We have the evening free. Novak did us a solid, so don’t fuck it up. Ya hear me? Don’t go getting any locals pregnant, or getting too shitfaced that you can’t report in the morning. He will have my ass, and I frankly like my ass.”

The men snickered in response. Such fucking children. Dean shook his head, but couldn’t help but smile. He needed this as badly as they did.

They all climbed into the Humvee to head toward the closest town, their pockets full of bills and big painted smiles. Benny pulled out his guitar on his knee and started to strum as Dean drove. He glanced back at his friend in the rear view mirror. “Say you're leavin' on a seven thirty train and that you're headin' out to Hollywood. Girl, you been givin' me that line so many times it kinda gets like feelin' bad looks good, yeah.”

They howled in response, like wolves at the moon, all leaning into Charlie. She shook her head and punched Garth in the shoulder in response. She was nobody’s baby, but the men knew that. They loved her and respected her, probably more than they respected Dean. He was fine with that.

“Yeah, you drive me crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby…” They sang out in unison, and Dean laughed, joining in, because why not? Sammy wasn’t there. The people in the back of the Humvee were his family. They were branded by war, by blood, dirt, sweat, and fucking tears. No one talked about how Garth cried at night, how Benny stayed up late to write letters to his niece, or how Dean scribed letters to a girl that would never write him back. He half expected to get a package of returned mail, but they never came.

He rubbed the place above the inside pocket of his jacket where Ophelia’s letter was zipped up tightly inside. He received it on his last day of Basic. He had read it about a thousand times, and the edges were worn and soft. He had to assume that it meant that Emerson had kept his letter. She hadn’t trashed it, at least.

Em didn’t share with me the letter you sent to her, and I think it’s because she’s scared.

Scared. He could’ve laughed, but it all hurt way too damn much. He assumed, since Ophelia Maklen was vouching for him that she didn’t know what he did. If she did, she would be marching right into the shit to punch him in the teeth. He deserved it.

He just hoped Emerson did think that it was all about sex. It wasn’t. He didn’t plan on going there and sleeping with her. It was just a happy accident.

“You good?” Kevin asked, raising an eyebrow. He sat in the passenger seat, and he was staring at Dean. “You’re gripping the steering wheel really tight.”

Dean loosened his grip, his fingers white from the pressure. “Yeah, I’m good,” he responded with a grunt.

They didn’t do the soft thing. They didn’t open up or hug, which was fine by him. He worried if he started that he’d never be able to stop. He hadn’t relaxed for a second since his deployment started.

“Part of me thinks I’m gonna die out there.”

“Well can you do me a favor, and I don’t know, not die?”

“Aw, Em, your heart is showing.”

Things never quite went the way that he expected them to. If he knew that she would want him, he would’ve never enlisted. Fuck his father, what did John Winchester ever do to deserve a breath from Dean’s body? Emerson, on the other hand, deserved the world.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, or whatever. She most certainly deserved better than him.

“You look like you’re going to hurl,” Kevin commented.

“Christ, Tran, can you mind your own dick?”

Kevin frowned, his body deflating, and Dean immediately felt guilty. Wasn’t the kids fault that he was so messed up.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose and glanced at Kevin. “Just thinking about what I left behind is all. Not much I can do about it now.”

Kevin nodded quickly. “I understand that. I think about my mom all the time. I think about how proud she was. I don’t want to let her down.”

“You won’t,” Dean assured him.

“Whatever you’re worried about, Dean, it will work out.”

“Oh yeah? You got some crystal ball I don’t know about?”

Kevin snorted in response, shaking his head. “No. I just… I know, I guess. I don’t get the impression that you let things go easily.”

He was on the nose about that one. “You’re quiet, Tran.”

“That means I am pretty observant.”

“Apparently.” He turned back to the road, tapping his fingers to whatever song Benny was strumming. “Thanks, kid.”

Kevin shrugged. “You do it for the guys all the time. It’s the least I can do.”

“Hey, Tran?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think that there are some things that can never be forgiven?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed. “I think we see shit in war all the time that can’t be forgiven.”

“I meant more… personally.”

“Ah,” Kevin nodded swiftly. “Whatever it is, Dean, an apology goes a long way.”

“I did,” he grunted. “She didn’t write back.”

“Hm. I’ll pray for you, buddy.”

“You really think that helps?”

“Well,” Kevin began with an ornery smile. “Couldn’t hurt, right?”

-3 Years after-

Today was a win, at least in Dean’s mind. They found an abandoned motel, which sort of felt a little pointless to call it that- everything was abandoned unless it was full of Rogues. The motel had a backup generator that hadn’t been on this whole time. It worked, which meant lights and running water. The lobby even had some old DVD’s, which meant movies. Dean couldn’t remember the last time he watched a movie. Maybe he would get to celebrate Em’s birthday after all.

Sam insisted on his own room, which didn’t bother Dean much at all, because he had plans for his room that didn’t include his brother’s wandering eyes. They agreed on joint rooms in case of trouble. They never could justify being too far apart.  

After digging around in the dusty kitchen of the motel, he managed to find some non-perishables. A few cans of ravioli, which was honestly really unappetizing, but if he was being honest, nothing was really appetizing anymore. He was most excited, though, about the single birthday candle he found. Combined with the lighter that he still carried in his pocket would allow for Emerson to make a birthday wish. It was the least she deserved.

He gathered up armfuls of movies and opened the door to their room. The lights were off apart from the lamp between the two beds, and the shower was running. Heat rose up his neck at the thought of her naked behind the door. Even after all of the time, he was still completely dazzled by her. He didn’t expect that to change anytime soon.

He dropped everything on the dust-covered dresser. “Em?” He opened the bathroom door slowly, allowing the anticipation to build in his gut.

“Dean… don’t,” she murmured, gasping a bit from behind the shower curtain.

“What’s wrong?” He asked immediately, walking to the shower without thinking. He pulled back the curtain to find her crumbled at the floor of the shower completely clothed. Her knees were pressed to her chest, her hair soaked and matted down against her face and neck. He wondered how long she had been there. “Em.”

“I don’t need the pity, Dean. Just… give me a minute, okay?”

“No,” he said quietly, his heart breaking for her. He climbed in the shower across from her, his legs going to either side of her, water rushing down his face and back. His eyes stung and his throat burned as he watched the strongest person he’d ever known crack like glass.

“Damn it, just leave me alone,” she gasped, a sob escaping her lips. She buried her face in her hands, and he pulled her against his chest. She curled her hands into fists and pounded them half-heartedly onto his chest. “Leave me alone!”

“No,” he whispered against her wet hair, allowing her to hit him over and over again until her arms fell between them.

Pain knew no gender, race, age, status… In the end they were all the same. The thing that was ripping Emerson apart had come for him already. He’d lived in the trenches longer than he cared to admit. It was all darkness and dirt, like being buried alive. He was choking, drowning in it, but she pulled him out. So there was no way in Hell that he was going to let her be overcome by pain, not alone.

“I love you. I’ve got you, Em.”

“Things are so fucked up,” she sobbed, her broken voice cutting into him. He held her tighter, with stronger arms.

“I know.”

“I don’t think you do. You still have Sam.”

He winced at that. She’d never thrown Sam in his face before like that. It had always been a good thing that Sam was still with him. She was trying to hurt him, and she was right. He had no idea how she felt. How could he?

“I just keep thinking about when we were twelve and Pheli wanted to do another princess birthday. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I told her I didn’t want to share a birthday with her. I just wanted to go to the movies. I didn’t want to have a whole thing with crowns and dresses.”

“Em, you can’t beat yourself up for something that happened over a decade ago…”

“Yeah, Dean, I can. I didn’t appreciate her the way I should have. I should’ve never left her alone… then I wouldn’t be having another birthday without her. It’s not fucking fair! She should be here.”

“You’re right,” he said. He held her arms and looked into her eyes. “It’s not fair. It’s fucked up. It’s wrong, but just because Phel can’t be here doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t live, Em. I feel like I’m watching you die with every breath you take.”

He thought about the pink candle on top of the can of ravioli on the dresser, and how the flame would never be lit. It felt unbelievably lonely.

“It’s devastating having to watch someone that you love disappear and not be able to do anything to stop it, isn’t it?” She asked, coldly. Her fingers twisted in his shirt. “I was so fucking focused on you, Dean, that I wasn’t watching out for my sister. I’m trying so hard to not hate you for that, to not make this all for nothing… but sometimes it hurts so bad to look at you. So please leave me alone. You want to do something for me for my birthday? Just go.”

-106 Days after-

Everything was red.

Sam was on his back, flat on the ground. Blood pooled from a wound on his shoulder. He had been shot. His face was pale, and he was blinking a lot, like he was trying to see something that wasn’t there. His long, pale fingers were stretched outward, reaching. He was muttering something that Dean couldn’t quite understand when they approached. “Take care of Sammy.” He had failed. “Hey, Sammy I’ve got you,” he said, crouching down immediately to take his brother in his arms. He put pressure on the wound, blood seeping through his fingers, flashes of bloody limbs in the dirt of Afghanistan edged its way into his vision. He willed it away. His past demons had no place in his present nightmare. “It ain’t that bad.”

Some moments are small. The smile on Emerson’s face when he said her name, the way she mumbled in her sleep, the frequency that Ophelia ended up cuddled next to Emerson, leaving Sam alone in bed. Those moments were small breaths of bliss.

Some moments were huge, astronomical, devastating, ineffable.

He had been so focused on his brother’s wound that he hadn’t even heard Emerson screaming, not until she fell on her knees next to Sam, shouting, wailing something unintelligible.

All he could hear was the woosh of his blood pounding in his ears. The sound of his heartbeat, and the word gone.

—–

Chapter four

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warnings~ cursing, mostly fluffy i think

request~  Jason reluctantly goes with his wife to her high school reunion, They see her old friends and have the unfortunate chance of running into her cheating ex and the mean girl he cheated on her with. They try to start shit with the reader who just takes it in stride before thanking them. But she's not living in the past anymore and introduces them to Jason much to the bully couple's jealousy.

a/n~ i ended up having a whole lot of fun with this one, but of course encountered some awkward moments during it. i think it goes pretty smoothly, but there are some bumpy parts that im sure youll notice. i hope you guys like it :)

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“I just know that this is gonna be great,” you murmured while leaning over the counter to get near to the mirror so you could get a closer look at your lipstick application. 

Jason let out a quiet groan as he buttoned his shirt, “I’m going for the food. You know that, right?”

“Yeah baby, I know,” You shut the tube of lipstick and turned to your husband, who was rolling up the sleeves of his button up. “You should wear these shirts more often, you look adorable.”

“Adorable? I was hoping for something along the lines of sexy,” Jason mocked, “maybe dashing? Absolutely fetching?”

You ignored his complaining and fixed his tie for him. “I need you to be serious tonight...or at least a little serious,” you focused on pulling the tie through the hoop, “I really want this to go well.”

“Can you believe it’s been ten years since you graduated? Feelin’ old yet?” Jason teased while watching you fasten his tie.

“Don’t you start,” you lightheartedly threatened him, “You’re a year older, anyways.”

“I know you are but what am I?”

“You’re a moron,” you rolled your eyes.

“I know you ar-”

“Quit that, you man-child!”

“Fine,” Jason stepped back and admired you, “You’re looking sexy tonight.”

You blushed, “Than-”

“For an oldie,” Jason teased again, “Sorry. Okay. I promise. I’m done now.”

“Can we go now, or are there any other jokes you wanna make?”

Jason considered quips for a moment, looking thoughtful. “No, I’m pretty sure I’m done.” You sighed in relief and began walking out the door. “Don’t forget your walker, babe,” Jason called out while watching you leave.

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The banquet hall of the upscale Gotham hotel was filled with hundreds of familiar faces. You graduated from Gotham City High School, so your class had about 1,000 students or so due to how overpopulated the city is. Why? You could never figure it out. Why is Gotham so populated when there is a new psychopathic murderer every other week? A man dressed in a batsuit defending the city? A running theme of poison being dropped from blimps flying over? Who knows. Maybe it’s the charm.

Jason never had the chance to graduate, because, well, he died. You were worried that he’d be uncomfortable at the reunion, him being reminded of things he missed out on. But you were also hopeful that this would give him the chance to experience things he never got to. Now here you stood, watching your husband down 3 crab cakes all at once.  There was nothing you could do other than stand there and stare in disbelief; not at his immaturity, but at the size his throat must be to be able to eat so much at once. “Huh,” you wondered aloud.

Leaving your husband at the buffet, you wandered off to the center of socialization in the room hoping to find some old friends. You met with some old buddies, sharing information about your lives nowadays. The most interesting part of the reunion thus far was the people who seemed to be background characters in highschool; npc’s. It was amazing to see people you disregarded along the way without trying to; whether it was the girl who sat behind you in biology or the guy you’d make awkward eye contact with in the halls every now and then, you’d forgotten that they were living people, too. Now the boy who swallowed an eraser back in sophomore year was a doctor. The girl who got bullied for being a nerd was a renowned writer. Straying away towards the walls, watching people interact, you stood with a glass of soda in deep thoughts. 

Until you got interrupted.

“Y/n? Is that really you?” an obnoxiously high voice approached you. Turning, you saw the most dreadful glimpse of the night; your ex-boyfriend, Blake, and on his right arm, the girl he cheated on you with in senior year, Kennedy. You could already feel yourself turning nauseous from the sight.

“Wow! It is her!” Blake jeered.

“Hey,” you tried to say pleasantly, but it came out as more of a cry for help.

“I saw you standing over here all alone, staring at everyone having all this fun- I figured you needed some company!” Kennedy taunted in her grating voice.

“Actually, I-”

“No need to explain yourself, snookie bear,” Blake smirked. You could feel your back tense at the pet name he used to call you even though you told him how much you hated it. “We just wanted to tell you that Kennedy and I,” Blake squeezed his partners waist, “Are getting married next weekend in Bel-Air!” Kennedy squealed and held out her hand, displaying her big diamond ring.

“Um, congratulations guys. That’s great. I didn’t expect either of you to last this long. As a matter of fact, I thought I heard that the two of you broke up a few years ago,” You smiled at them, mockingly. There were rumours that he had cheated on her with her sister. 

“We moved past that,” Kennedy’s smile faded, “Now we are happy together. That’s all that matters.”

“Hey, three’s company,” You shrugged and took a sip of your soda, “I have to g-” You were interrupted by an arm slipping around your waist, and the sudden appearance of a body emerging next to you. Jason. You looked back to the distasteful couple in front of you, and there was nothing you wished for more in that moment than a camera. Jason towered over Blake, and even Kennedy, who was in heels. He casted a shadow over their boastful attitudes, too.

“Hi,” Jason waved at them.

“Who’s this?” Blake’s demeanor changed immediately.

“This is my husband, Jason. Jason, this is Blake and Kennedy,” you introduced everybody to each other. Jason must have remembered their names from your stories, because his face dropped the moment you said them.

Blake sheepishly held out his hand towards Jason, who seemed to contemplate accepting it or not. He did though, and he certainly asserted his dominance by clutching Blake’s hand so hard that you could hear something crack. He finally let go, and Blake softly whimpered and held his hand, clearly in pain. 

His fiance ignored him, though. “Why, I didn’t realize you were married,” Kennedy held out her right hand, putting her left one, with the ring, behind her back. Jason graciously accepted the handshake, “Nice to meet you. I like your eyes, the blue really stands out.” Kennedy blushed at the compliment and flashed a smile. “The shade of them doesn’t help you look any less dead inside, though,” Jason quipped and let go of her hand.

“My husband and I have to go now,” you broke the awkward silence, “It’s been so great seeing the two of you again. I hope you find happiness with your new wife- and her sister.”

You held onto Jason’s arm and walked away. “Do you wanna dance?” Jason asked, trying to ease your apprehension.

“Not really, I just wanna go home now,” You shrugged.

“Fair enough,” Jason said before stopping at the buffet table again, stuffing some hors d’oeuvres into his pants pockets. 

“You can’t possibly be serious,” you shook your head and smiled at his foolishness.

“One thing I learned on the streets is that you always take free food no matter what. I’m not passing up these fancy ass snacks.”

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Later on, you sat on the couch with Jason while watching television. He pulled shrimp out of his pocket and munched on it unwittingly. Earlier he offered you a fancy cheese from his left pocket, but you declined. 

Now you were just bummed out that the reunion ended up being a letdown, and Jason took notice. He just wasn’t sure how to go about making you feel better other than offering you pocket cheese. 

You laid and admired his features as he ate another shrimp, and then watched as his eyes flickered. You knew that face. He had an idea. He grabbed the remote and turned the T.V. to one of those strange music channels that played romantic piano. Then, he got up and held his hand out to you, “May I have this dance?” he bowed to you.

“Huh?”

“Just go with it,” he exhaled.

“Okay,” you took his hand and he pulled you up.

He awkwardly rested one hand on the small of your back and held the other one out dramatically, like a ballroom dancer. “Trust me, I’m a professional,” he beamed.

The two of you did a dreadful ballroom dance in the middle of the living room, in your pajamas. It was so much better than the reunion had been. All that was there were things of the past, but all that matters now is fooling around with the guy you love to the sound of uncopyrighted music on the T.V.

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Vivid - Part 1

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Summary: Have you ever met someone who completely embodies a color? Not an aura, not synesthesia. Just… They walk into the room and when you spot them, you think to yourself, “Wow. That is a walking hurricane.” When Clint Barton serendipitously meets a free-spirited stranger, he sees red.

Warnings: None yet! Just my trash mouth. And my inability to stick to canon.

Word Count: 1285

A/N: I’m not gonna lie, this is practically an OFC. It’s still a reader insert, but... I’ve put more thought into developing the “reader” than the MCU did into developing Clint’s story before End Game. As per my usual, for this one can we all just... pretend AOU didn’t happen? and he doesn’t have a secret family in the country? 👍

Have you ever met someone who completely embodies a color? Not an aura, not synesthesia. Just… They walk into the room and when you spot them, you think to yourself, “Wow. That is a walking hurricane.” Every molecule of air seems to swirl toward them, there’s a smirk or a sideways glance that tells you they’re a little dark, a little dangerous. Trouble in jeans the exact same blue as an angry tide. And then it hits you: they’re a storm. The coolest, murkiest grey you can imagine made flesh. They’re the color of swirling seawater, of darkening storm clouds, of sharp glances and wreckage.

The first time Clint Barton laid eyes on you, he was immediately struck in that way. When he met you? Clint saw red.

For him, it had started off like any other night. He’d filled the coffee maker with water, asking himself if he could still call it insomnia when it was fueled by a deep caffeine addiction as much as the perpetual restlessness. The trouble came when he reached for the aluminum can of grounds and found it practically empty.

That wouldn’t do.

Almost on auto-pilot, he pushed into some worn out tennis shoes that never needed tying and shrugged on a jacket. He was still shoving his wallet in his back pocket while he spun out the door.

“Ow,” he groaned after bashing his elbow against the door jam.

The night air was invigorating. The exact opposite of what an insomniac with a coffee problem should be seeking, but damn, did it feel good. If he couldn’t perch on his rooftop, Clint liked to be moving, to feel the city beat around him. He liked having something to watch, something to pay attention to, something outside himself and the demons in his head. Insomnia loves a distraction.

Ducking into the nearest bodega, he offered a lazy grin and a nod to the man behind the counter. He didn’t waste another second before bee-lining for the same aisle he always started with. Folgers.

“Out of coffee again, Mr. Barton?”

“Always seems to happen in the middle of the night,” he shrugged, waving the can over the aisle. “And I told you, it’s just Clint.”

“Maybe the gods are trying to tell you something.”

“Yeah well, I don’t hear so great.”

But he did hear the humming: sweet and bright, and… loud. People hum to themselves under their breath. It’s a quiet sound, hushed. It’s something people do when they like a song and can’t help it; when they’re self-conscious and don’t want to be heard.

This wasn’t that.

It was brimming, like the sound was barely contained to a hum out of necessity. A distant thought to decorum, maybe. That kind of energy was magnetic, and it immediately drew his gaze.

With a similar need for containment, Clint bit his lip to hold in a deep smile, but it still lit up his eyes and lifted his posture from head to toe as he watched you. Half up, half down, in every sense: sweatpants and a too styled to be accidental t-shirt, a long sleeve button up tied at the waist and sunglasses perched on your nose, despite the darkness outside. One earbud tucked in your ear, the other dangled haphazardly, swaying as you danced your way into the bodega with exaggerated steps and swings.

Decorum be damned when you pointed two finger-guns at the bodega man and playfully shrugged your shoulders to the beat of the music pumping through your ear. The guy was unimpressed, as he seemed to be with everything, including Clint’s support of the coffee shelf.

Clint chuckled to himself as you spun on the ball of your foot and continued dance-walking down the aisle beside his. He decided he needed pizza to go with his coffee. And a better view. So he quietly walked to the end of the aisle with a smirk on his lips and a laugh building in his throat as he watched your spine curl and your hips rock and your head weave followed by your shoulders. It was like your whole body had been ignited by the little white cord in your ear. He was drawn in as much by the silliness as by the sensuality of the movement. Half up, half down.

When you reached for a bottle of coke it hit him: red. You were the living embodiment of the color red: too bright to ignore, too wild to contain, mesmerizing as a red hot fire. He could see it all of a sudden: a red balloon floating through the room, just out of reach.

You held the dark bottle with its bright red label up to your lips, the cap nearly matched the shade you’d painted there. He did laugh now, when you began to sing into it like a microphone.

“If he don’t love you anymore, just walk your fine ass out the dooOOOoor!” you slowly danced your way down the aisle toward him and he froze. It didn’t bother you, not much did, it seemed. “I do my hair toss, check my nails, baby how you feelin’?”

You paused on the line, thrusting your chin toward him as you said it and locking your eyes on his. He seemed frozen, like you’d caught him with his hand in the cookie jar, so you fixed him with a smile, warm and bright… red as the flame licking up his spine.

“I… uhm.”

“Feelin’ good as hell,” you whispered the next line to him and raised the loose earbud up, offering it to him: a perfect stranger.

He held it to his ear and listened as you sang along, absently reaching into the warmer for a slice of cheese pizza. He seemed to have relaxed a little, but that dopey grin still lingered. With the pizza extended in his direction, you flicked your eyebrows in question.

“Uh, pepperoni,” he answered and you grabbed a second slice.

When you began swaying toward the register with him still attached to your headphones, you felt the tug at your ear and spun around. You’d forgotten and laughed. Instead of letting him hand the earbud back, you grinned at him, easy and bright, and grabbed his wrists while shimmying backwards.

It didn’t even shock him when you took his hand in yours, urging him to at least move his shoulders along with you. He knew nothing about you, but he knew it seemed very… you.

When you made it to the counter and shoved the pizza and coke up onto it, Clint reached for his slice. You pushed his hand away and made a grab for his coffee, plopping it on the counter and nodding to the owner.

“Least I could do,” you winked at Clint. “Not everybody is as good an impromptu dance partner as you’ve been.”

“I’m not sure I’d call that dancing,” Clint laughed, scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck as you handed a twenty over the counter.

“Ouch.”

A mortified blush crept across Clint’s skin and a mischievous smirk lifted your lips.

“No, I – I meant me. Believe it or not, I’m actually pretty coordinated. But I dunno if that even… was dancing,” Clint rambled. “You were… you’re great.

“You were perfect,” you soothed, smoothing a hand down the angular lines of muscle that stretched from his shoulder to hand. Now it was your turn to shy from the heat rising in your cheeks.

Clint truly believed that was the last he’d see of you. A vibrant red balloon, that had drifted into his world long enough to admire, only to be whisked away by the wind with the same haste.

He was wrong.

Part 2 >>

This series is mostly written - yay no delays! I’m going to post new chapters every other Sunday, and try to alternate with another series to get my butt moving on that one. 🙈

Will reblog with tags!

[cela-astral-projection]

They cursed my brother to his face "Go home, outsider This town's gonna be your buryin' place"

Aedan trailed Lucio. Ebba close at his heel. Mercedes and Melchior were somewhere, far up ahead, probably scaring any game within several mile radii into hiding.

As with most activities with Lucio, it was a better idea in theory, than in practice. Aedan loved hunting. This, on the other hand, was walking in the forest and watching Lucio get pissed off. Which, while entertaining, was not the point of the endeavor.

They had managed one kill. A rabbit. Which Melchior had thoroughly mangled. The dogs had zero bite control when it came to retrieval. They were sweet dogs, but untrained, and dumb as a bag of hammers. The rabbit was unsalvagable. Thank the gods they weren't counting on this for survival.

A cry from above caught Aedan's attention. He'd know that sound anywhere. "Duckhawk," he muttered, looking up. Sure enough, there it was. A brown and white bird on the breeze. Soaring overhead.

"Duck...what?" Lucio stopped and looked over his shoulder, eyebrow arched. "That's not a duck. It's a falcon."

"Yes, Your Excellency. I am aware." Aedan replied, rolling his eyes. It was a Peregrine Falcon. Known to his mother's people as a Duckhawk.

"Have you ever seen a duck before? We have them at the palace. They swim in the fountain. They quack." Lucio continued, mocking.

Aedan sighed. "Yes, Lucio. I know what ducks are. Where I'm from that particular bird is called a duck hawk. I know you call it a peregrine falcon. It's a...regional distinction."

"So people are stupid where you come from?" Lucio turned to face him, arms crossed. He was fully smiling, now, teeth bared.

Well, at least he'd gotten him to stop bitching about the poor hunting.

"It's a po-tay-to/po-tah-to situation, bud. I know what the fuckin' bird is." Aedan said, playfully. Verbiage another guard wouldn't have gotten away with. But, when they were alone, like this, Aedan knew that the boundaries were much laxer.

"I'm not sure you do. Calling falcons ducks." Lucio laughed. "What kind of ignorant shit is that?"

Aedan laughed, breathy. "You wanna talk about ignorant? Have you met you?"

Lucio barked a laugh. "Me? I'm the fucking Count, motherfucker. I run this shit." He swirled an alchemical finger in the air.

"Which only proves failing upwards is a thing." Aedan retorted, eyebrow arched.

They both burst into laughter. Aedan shook his head and reached into his satchel, producing a small bag. He opened it and extended his arm to Lucio. "Cookie?"

Lucio sobered, reaching out to take the pouch from his hand. He sniffed it, warily. Then, his eyes softened a bit. "Where the hell did you get these?" He said, quiet.

Aedan scratched the back of his neck, looking away. "It's...an old recipe. I showed some of the kitchen girls how to make it. I mean, they're a bit thicker than I like them but...they got the spice right."

"Where the fuck did you get a recipe for Pepparkakor? I haven't had these in..." Decades. Since he was a kid.

Aedan waved his hand, dismissive. "Just...one of those things. Someone passing through passed it on to someone in the village. No big deal."  

Lucio pulled a cookie from the bag and held it between two pointed fingers. Star-shaped. It was thin, but Aedan was right, just a little too thick. They were intensely fragrant, with cinnamon, clove, ginger, cardamom. A light dusting of confectioners sugar clinging. He placed it in his mouth. It snapped when he bit it, and then melted on his tongue. He closed his eyes. "Fuck me." He muttered, sighing.

"Good, ja?" Aedan watched, appraising him.

Lucio's eyes snapped open, eyes darting over Aedan. "Yeah...yeah. Good."

Aedan stuck his hand out, to retrieve the bag. Lucio placed a single cookie in his hand.

"Really, bud?" he asked, incredulous.

"Yeah. Fuck you. My cookies now," Lucio teased. "Be grateful I shared. You're welcome."

Aedan rolled his eyes and retrieved a bag of jerky from the bag. He was nothing if not prepared. Bad hunting was always made better by good hunting snacks. He took a piece for himself, and offered a piece to Ebba, who gratefully accepted, gently taking it from his flattened palm. He looked past Lucio into the distance.

"Where're your fuckin' dogs?" he asked.

Lucio turned, throwing a hand up in frustration. "Fucked if I know. If I had to guess they're up to their fucking ears in that muddy creek." He shook his head, then shrugged. "They'll come back. They always do."

Aedan scanned the scene and saw a downed tree. "Well, this has been goddamn useless. I'm gonna take a load off. You?"

Lucio nodded, resigned.

Together they sat. They passed the food back and forth. Dried fruit. Smoked almonds. Jerky. Aedan had even packed a block of cheese and a cheese knife.

"You got a whole goddamn charcuterie platter in there?" Lucio asked, a bit taken back by the spread.

"Close enough,"  Aedan replied.

They sat in companionable silence for a while, munching. It was a nice day. Warm, but wet. Overcast. The sky was white. The "duck hawk" was sitting on a branch overhead, observing them. Lucio stared up at it.

"Tell me about your village. I gotta know more about you ignorant fucks."

Aedan pulled a face. "You know that's my mommy you're talking about, right? I oughta beat your ass."

"Go for it. I'd like to see you try." Lucio laughed. "Seriously. What's the deal?"

"You wanna talk about me? Serious?" Aedan retorted. "You feelin' okay?"

Lucio narrowed his eyes. "Storytime. Do as you're told."

Aedan put his hands up in concession. "Fine, just remember, you asked."

He regaled him with stories from the village. Tales of crabbing. Diving, looking for abalone. He pulled his hunting knife from his boot, showing him the beautiful shell inlay in the hilt. A gift made by his mother and father when he was a child. A treasure. He talked about the mystics, like his mother and sister. Lucio perked up when he talked about the Datura ceremony.

"So, drugs. They had you doing drugs? For your 13th birthday?"

"I mean...you're not wrong." Aedan shrugged. "It's...a rite of passage. You see your dream helper. It's not exactly a good time. Unless you think feeling like your whole body is on fire and your eyes are burning out of your skull while an old man wafts stinking smoke in your face is fun. And that shit does not wear off for a while. And it can really fuck with your..." he waved his hand at the side of his head. "...brain. It took me a long time to get leveled out afterward."

Lucio tilted his head. "But, it worked? You saw your 'dream helper'?"

"Yeah...for all of us, it's pretty much the same." He said, pointing upwards at the bird. "Duck hawk."

"Huh," Lucio said, following his hand. "Interesting. What did it tell you?"

"It...showed me things. A great city. Great fortune. Loss. A lot of loss. There were weird visions of...bugs. Beetles. I felt death." He said, shifting uncomfortably. "I don't know. A lot of it didn't make sense. And I was a kid. And, it's a poisonous plant administered by an old fucker in a hut. Would not recommend."

"I'd like to try it, sometime," Lucio said.

Aedan rolled his eyes. "I'm not at all surprised by that information." He shook his head. "If you're serious...I know someone who can do the thing. But you have to swear not to hold her responsible for whatever happens."

"You think an apple is the thing that's gonna put me under? Please." Lucio laughed.

"Thornapple. Important distinction. And, it's entirely possible that it could be. It's not really something to fuck with." He cautioned, somewhat more serious. "But, the girl knows what she's doing. You'll be fine. Probably. Hopefully."

Then, across the clearing, two streaks of muddy brown, galloping towards them.

"Oh, fucking shit," Lucio swore, standing. "MERCEDES! MELCHIOR!" He stomped off to retrieve them. Aedan roared with laughter, nearly falling off the log. Lucio scrambled after them. "Fucking HELP ME!"

---

Some months later, in spring, at a private dinner with Lucio and Nadia Lucio produced a mid-sized box and passed it over to Aedan, a wicked grin on his face. The box rocked back and forth in his hands like something was moving inside. He heard tiny quacks from inside and made quick work of opening it. A tiny duckling. A mallard. Still yellow and brown. He scooped it up in his hands, equal parts baffled and amused.

"That is a duck," Lucio said, howling with laughter. Aedan laughed, too, stroking its downy feathers.

"Oh, you fucker," he replied, planting a kiss on the tiny beak. "I love him."

Nadia looked utterly confused. But, she simply closed her eyes and shook her head. Best not to inquire, she found.

[journal-of-an-outlaw]

Price to be Paid - Chapter 8

Friends in Low Places

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The next day was the livestock con that John had been planning for weeks. He and Arthur rode off into the hills to steal the flock and bring it back into town to sell as their own. 

Dutch watched his boys ride off while he smoked a cigar, and Hosea walked up to join him. “What a time we’ve had, eh Dutch?” Dutch claspsed Hosea on the shoulder, hanging on and reminiscing on their past adventures. “What a wild ride we have been through.” 

“Hopefully, my friend, our running days will soon be over. Just one more big one with good money and we are free. Then we can get our people to a safe home, like they deserve.” 

Lenny called you over to Pearson’s workstation. “YN! Teach me how to skin this rabbit, I know Arthur taught you so you oughta be good.” You laughed and rolled your sleeves up, “Thanks, Lenny. Alright. Let’s get to work. You want to know the first thing Arthur asked me when I wanted to learn how to do this?”

“What’s that?”

Acting grumpy with hunched shoulders you replied, “You sure you wanna get blood all over your dress?” Lenny bust up laughing while you impersonated the rugged man. “Damn fool didn’t see I was holding a knife five feet from him but still had the nerve to say it! Right after I shot a deer clean through the heart, too." 

Lenny laughed again while you began to teach him the Arthur Morgan way of skinning a rabbit. Every once in awhile he would ask you a question by impersonating Arthur and the two of you fell apart on the wooden table. He was a bright kid, and really nineteen was a kid, with a good heart and an infectious laugh. 

Jack came up just as the two of you were finishing and asked to pet your horse. Lenny ruffled the kids hair and left you to babysit, heading over to his tent to organize a few things. Jack grabbed your hand and dragged you to your mare.

“She’s pretty, YN! And tall. Not as tall as Uncle Arthur’s horsie, though. I wish I could have one, too.” His mind was everywhere, bouncing from place to place with no time to take a breath in between. Poor kid, four years old and stuck living the outlaw life. No wonder Abigail was so hellbent on getting out before something happened. 

He bent down and grabbed a flower to pick, his sights on dainty yellow petals with a white center when Eclipse moved too close. You swung down and grabbed Jack before she could get spooked, and you saw Dutch and Strauss walking up. 

They were deep in conversation and almost didn’t notice you. 

“Now, Herr Strauss, we are to meet Arthur and John at the saloon after. There’s talk of some big man in town and I intent to get on his good side before we show him a reason to be on his bad, so maybe you just stay quiet then?”

“But Dutch, I still have three loans that need to be collected! That money -”

Dutch interrupted him, yelling in his face, “That money is the only thing keeping us alive! Now why in the hell have you not gone to collect it?”

Her Strauss replied meekly, “I asked Arthur but he never had the time.”

Dutch ran his hand down his face and noticed you there. “YN, it’s time to learn another skill, my dear. When Arthur gets back from town, go with him to collect those debts so generously given by Herr Strauss. The two of you should get on just fine.”

You nodded and moved Jack closer to your hip, afraid the loud voices would frighten the child. Herr Strauss handed you three loan sheets which you tucked away in your satchel for later. Jack simply continued to play with the colorful flower in his hands until he held it out to the approaching Abigail as a present for simply being there. 

The tent you called home had built up a small collection of outfits, guns, and various other objects during your months at Horseshoe Creek. It was small but cozy. You even had a proper blanket now made from the skin of a cougar you hunted not too long ago. 

After you flopped down to the small bedroll, you grabbed the book you had been devouring most recently after swapping with Hosea. He had gotten you invested in a crime series and had given you the latest last night after finishing it himself, of course, and was bursting to discuss it so you promised to be quick. The sunlight was still filtering in warmly and you left the flaps of the tent open for fresh air to accompany you on your journey to another life. Precious few things brought you the pleasure like reading did. 

Later in the day, Hosea himself stuck his head in your tent. “How are you getting on, YN? Hiding from Grimshaw so you can get through more of that book?”

You jumped as the voice ripped you from the pages, but quickly laughed at how eager Hosea was for you to read. “I’m trying! Doesn’t help I can hear her scream every few minutes. But this book, Hosea...it’s so -”

The end of that sentence was never finished as Grimshaw had finally found you. “I should have known you would have something to do with this, Hosea! YN! Get that lazy Blackwater ass out here to help with the laundry."

Hosea looked sheepish at having given you away but you smiled and promised to read again later, then followed Grimshaw while she continued to chew you out. 

Sadie Adler was finally cleaned up and dressed with the other girls who were doing the laundry in the middle of camp. Buckets of sudsy water sloshed around as item after item were dunked, scrubbed, and passed to the next. You joined in after Mary-Beth and before Sadie. 

“Nice to see you out and about, Mrs. Adler! Feelin’ better?” She smiled back and her eyes were clear for the first time since you’d met her. “A bit, miss. Working to see what livin’ is about now. You fine people took me in, time to do my share. Although I ain’t choppin’ no vegetables no more with that man, about ready to chop him up too.” 

The girls chattered as the laundry eventually finished up, and everything was hung up to dry. You grabbed the last few pieces to hang on the line when a hand snaked out to grab yours. 

“You got anything special in there to show me, YN?"

Michah had found you again and hid behind the colorful array so no one could see him. 

“Jesus, Michah. You got nothin’ better to do than stalk me doin’ laundry? Leave me alone, I ain’t got nothing to entertain with you.”

He smirked and moved closer, “Oh girly, I got some entertaining you could do. Just give me a few hours.” His hand rubbed the back of yours, mocking the memory you had of Arthur comforting you and you shook him off violently. Irritation and rage began to pump from your heart and spread across your chest. 

“I don’t want anymore time with you than necessary, thank you.” He didn’t seem to mind the constant rejection, and in fact it seemed to make him pursue you more. 

“‘Thank you?’ Always so kind,” he sneered at you. “YN. One of these days you’re gonna have to learn how to be a real outlaw and toughen up.”

“Only a damn fool mistakes kindness for weakness, Mr. Bell. Strength don’t come from the lack of love or compassion in a heart,” you snapped back. 

He was unimpressed with your outburst. You were just hoping he had lost interest when he said, “You book folk are so boring. Always full of words. I prefer action. You know where to find me once you wisen up. And girl, I sure hope you do.” The clothing on the drying line parted as Michah smacked them out of his path. You rolled your eyes and picked up the empty basket to bring back to Grimshaw and prove your chores were done. 

That afternoon was when true chaos began. The sound of horses thundering into camp made everyone stand to attention as Dutch, Arthur, John, and Strauss rode in looking extremely shaken from Valentine. All of them were dishevelled and covered in dirt. Abigail rushed over as John jumped from his horse and said something to her. She nodded and left for their shared tent to begin throwing things in their tent. Dutch grabbed Hosea and moved to his tent, retelling everyone what happened. 

“Our time in Valentine has come to an untimely end! Leviticus Cornwall and his band of thugs met us outside the saloon and things did not end well for them. It’s time for us to pack up and leave this area, what with Pinkerton’s breathing down our necks and Cornwall comin’ to find us. Ms. Grimshaw, Mr. Pearson, if you please! Get this place packed up while we look for a new spot.” Everyone began to move, you rushed to your tent and began throwing everything into the few bags you had bought and rolled the bedding up to make it easier to carry. 

Hosea sat with Dutch as Arthur approached, and was none too happy about the current situation. “So, we keep heading east. Is that the plan?”

“For now.”

“And when do we stop? When we reach Paris?” Hosea exclaimed sarcastically. 

“Oh that’d be nice, and join the Commune? We stop when we find someplace sensible, shake them that’s following us and lie low.” Dutch countered. It felt like an age old argument, with Hosea thinking legit scams were the way to go, and Dutch wanting one last big score to blow the others out of the water. 

Hosea put his face into his hands, “And this is lying low? We’ve turned into a bunch of killers, I mean it.”

Dutch sat up straighter. “Sometimes, survival means having only one choice. We have to take it, or lose everything we’ve worked towards.” 

Hosea threw his hands up, fed up with not feeling safe in his own home and stormed out of Dutch’s tend. Arthur moved closer to the older man to get a better look at the map he was studying. 

“Michah told me of a place we can lie low. Dewberry Creek, he said. Maybe you and Charles can go take a look, clear off anyone you find before the whole lot of us move in.” Dutch pointed at the spot and Arthur nodded. 

“Looks like I’ve turned into the Goddamned errand boy,” while walking away. 

Dutch stood as tall as you’ve seen him, chest puffed with pride. “You have turned into my son, you worry because I worry. We are just the same!” Before Arthur got too far, Dutch yelled again, “Arthur! And when you return you and Miss Moore have some debts to collect on behalf of Herr Strauss. We’ll see how things are when you’re back from scouting.” 

Arthur and Charles left shortly after that, not expecting to be gone more than a few hours. While they were out riding free, Ms. Grimshaw saw that every single one of the girls was sweating away, cleaning and packing and washing and sorting. All these damn men and not a single one could pack the knives away correctly. 

Abigail and John were struggling to get everything done with Jack running around, so you offered after your tent was packed to take care of him. The fighting didn’t stop, but at least the kid was out of the way and not there to see it. 

Jack took your hand and wanted to go see the river one last time. You wondered if he really understood why you were moving so constantly, and the past few months you had two camps. To a four year old that’s a lot of life changes. 

He found a blue flower and tried to braid it into your hair, making you both giggle. It matched the shirt that Mary-Beth finally got around to make for you. A light blue that played with your dark features beautifully, and she even made some lace designs to fancy it up. You loved that shirt and were ecstatic when she gave it to you a week ago. 

“I want a flower too, YN,” Jack whined when you sat down for a moment. “Of course, Jack, what color you reckon?” He contemplated it, then decided on yellow. The two of you set off to wander the small field for a yellow flower. 

“Here! Help me put it in my hair.” Jack loved flowers in hair and his own was no exception. This fascination with flowers was interesting to you, but when you asked he only shrugged and said something about Abigail loving them too. 

A few hours later, Charles came riding down the slope. “YN! Arthur is waiting for you back at camp, or what’s left of it. Want me to give you two a ride up?” 

Jack shook his head, so the two of you walked next to Tamia while Charles chatted about the new campsite he had found. 

“The site Michah told us about already had people there, a dried up old creek bed. Would have been fine, but it’s hard to settle so many folks on uneven ground. Poor German lady and her two kids were there, hiding out under a wagon. While we went out riding to find her missing husband we found this perfect spot by a lake. Huge, even field hidden by trees. I can see us hiding there a long while.”

He looked calm about the whole ordeal and happy about the new site. 

“What happened to him?” You asked suddenly. 

“Who? Oh, the husband. Arthur took him back to his wife and we met up as we was coming back near Valentine. The family is alright,” he smiled down at you, the worry leaving your face. 

“Just like to know they were safe is all!” You said a bit too defensively, but laughed at yourself. 

Arthur was leaning against the last wagon as it was being packed up. Charles waved to you and carried Jack up to meet Abigail and John leading the wagon, then left to lead the caravan off to the new campsite. 

“Guess it’s just you and me then, huh?” He took the last puff of a cigarette, then threw it out into the grass. “Guess so, Mr. Morgan.”

“How many damn times you gonna keep calling me that?” he growled. 

“Sorry. Arthur,” he waved his hand, signalling his indifference. “Now, Her Strauss gave us three people to collect from, are we gonna be able to do that all in one afternoon?”

“Hope so. All locals, just need to get them talking quickly. Need be we can camp and head to the new site tomorrow.”

“With what? Most of my supplies just left,” you motioned to your things now rolling away in the last caravan and out of sight. The few supplies attached to Eclipse were nothing compared to what had just left you. Arthur swore and moved to get on his horse, “Then we best get this done fast. It’s already late and the first one’s an hour ride.”

Eclipse kept up with Zeus, Arthur’s dark bay stallion, well during the journey. She was a little headstrong and sometimes didn’t respond to you right away, causing Arthur to take the lead in case she decided to jump off a bridge or something like that. 

Talking was infrequent. Arthur turned out to be more of a focused and quiet rider. You found out he also liked to read, though not like Hosea. He shared many qualities with the older man but was still inexplicably drawn more to Dutch. They were both hot headed with a sense of leadership, and Hosea was more about playing things safe. Arthur had a healthy dose of each and the influence was easy to see in just about everything he did. 

The first stop was a man named Chick Matthews. As you rode up, one of the hands told you Chick was out around the barn tending to his horse. The moment he spotted the two of you riding up he jumped on and galloped away, which was a shocking sight. 

“Arthur! I’ll head up over the ridge to his right, I think I see a bridge up ahead. You go right after him and let’s see who can get there first. Heya!” Without waiting for him to respond you kicked Eclipse into a full gallop after the little man. She ran fast and strong, but Chick had a good head start and it took a bit of corralling to catch up. In the distance you could hear him taunting Arthur for being too slow and old, and you can only imagine the rage boiling on his face. They came up to a train that you had bypassed by going up above when Arthur managed to lasso that fool straight to the ground. 

Once knocked down he coughed and sputtered like an idiot. 

“Look, look, I got the money...but it’s hidden. Untie me and I’ll tell you where it’s at.” 

You rode up just as Arthur finished hog tying the man, throwing a punch or two for making you both chase him so far. This may be your fist debt collecting but you wouldn’t let him abuse the man. As he pulled back to hit him again you grabbed his arm.

“Arthur! Let the man talk, for heaven’s sake. He’s got the money.” Arthur looked at your concerned face incredulously. “Miss Moore, this country round here is full of idiots. Look at this one here,” he kicked his boot against Chicks lightly. “Now see, he doesn’t think we know about what’s in his pockets so why don’t you empty them out for me?”

Pick pocketing was better than beating, so you leaned down to see what he was hiding. An old carrot, a cigarette card, and a map leading you right to the money were all you found. 

The map was incredibly simple. One bridge and a tree were all that were on it, and you looked down at Chick. “I may now want to hit you sir, for this is surely the dumbest map I have ever seen. Where the hell does it even start?” 

He smiled a gap toothed grin up at you. “See Miss! That’s the best part. No one knows it but me.” At that Arthur delivered another kick to his stomach, hard and fast. “Tell me where the damn money is!” 

“Fine! Okay, Jesus. Head north and turn left at the Old Creek Bridge, it’s the tree closest there.”

Arthur nodded and moved towards Zeus. “YN, you take that sack of shit back to the ranch and I’ll meet you once I have collected Mr. Matthews’ debt. You try any funny business with her, and you’ll wish all I’d done was break some ribs of yours,” and took off. 

Chick starred up at Eclipse. “Gee, Miss, I ain’t never ridden behind on a horse before. And never with a woman!” You rolled your eyes and loaded him up behind you. 

True to his word Chick Matthews put up no fuss heading back. He pointed out some of his favorite land features and asked you to walk into town more than once. You politely declined, but you knew he didn’t mean any harm.  Arthur finally rode up with a bag, showing you the cash then tucking it safely away in his satchel. The two of you were off to victim number two, Mr. Wrobel.

The Polish man lived at a farm called Painted Sky, and didn’t speak a lick of English. You tried to be soft and comforting but that didn’t seem to go anywhere, so Arthur lumbered in and demanded the return of cash. Wrobel seemed to have nothing, but sadly motioned around his home and let the two of you take enough possessions to equal the amount of the debt. It broke your heart to watch his face, and leaving you could see it troubled Arthur too. 

“Why do you do jobs like this if they don’t feel right?” You asked quietly as the two of you mounted your horses for the third and final destination. 

Arthur scratched the back of his neck, thinking. “I honestly prefer when they try to run or put up a fight. Don’t feel so bad robbin’ folks who make a point to take advantage of the loan. But those like him? Who need it? Makes me think I’m only out here to grease the wheel so it keeps turning. Folks need money, we lend it, then take it back with interest.” 

Finally arriving past dark at Emerald Ridge, the third debtor gave Arthur no hesitation in his approach of getting the money back. Lilly Millet’s boyfriend jumped up and attacked him with a swift uppercut to his jaw and the man drew no pity from you after you heard the way he was berating Lilly. 

Lilly grabbed your arm while the two men brawled and made a fuss of it all. Truth be told, it was quite the sight. Both me tall and muscular in build it was an evenly matched fight. After a few quick hits the other man went down, and Arthur stood huffing above him. You definitely understood why he liked the ones who fought him, he looked damn fine doing it. 

“Alright, alright! That’s enough. He has everything I gave him, please, just take what he has and go,” Lilly called out to Arthur. To you, she whispered, “You’re a lucky girl to be running with a man like that. Makes mine look like an old rag.” You both looked down to where her man lay unconscious, in the mud. She rolled her eyes and made her way over to get him cleaned up. 

Chuckling, you walked over to Arthur. “What’s so funny now?” he asked while stuffing the last of the cash in his satchel.

“Lilly had more on her mind that just debts, I think,” you looked at him suggestively but were met with a blank stare. “Oh, come on Arthur don’t be dense. I think she likes you!” After a beat it clicked and he looked away embarrassed. “Want me to ask if she’s free Friday?” you moved slowly backwards but he grabbed your upper arm lightly. “No! Come on, woman. We best be moving. Probably have to camp halfway back now.” He started Zeus into a slow walk as you jumped up to Eclipse.

“Besides, she ain’t my type anyways. I like brunettes,” and with that he took off galloping, leaving you to watch and race after him.

[padawan-jiejie]

V’s Affection

Summary: You and Nero have to kick some demon ass while V's doing what he's doing...

Word Count: 1496 (yeah, even I was surprised)

Pairing: V (Vitale / shadow of his former self / whatever you wanna call him) x fem!reader

Warnings: !MyEnglish!, violence, swear words

A/N: THIS IS TRASH BUT I FELT BAD FOR NOT POSTING ANYTHING IN SUCH A LONG TIME THAT I JUST WANTED TO THROUGH THIS OUT THERE!!! I'm sorry for any mistakes and inconsistencies because I suck at writing action (when I don't know how to do them in my native language, howma supposed to handle it in English?! - so that can tell you a lot) and I wrote it in 2 hours (AND IT SHOWS) which is weird cuz normally write ONE FF in like a MONTH and it's still NOT finished, so I'M  PROUD OF MYSELF!!! And... Yeah... I never thought I'd get so attracted by a bunch of pixels, but yeah... Here I go!!! And... apparently, I'm not alone!!! And for the beginning... I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF!!! *PULL MY DEVIL TRIGGER!!! FIGHT ME ON THAT ONE!!! And for the ending... I have NO IDEA how they ended up talking about such stuff!!! DON'T ASK ME!!! IT JUST HAPPENED!!

You walked down a street. No one was there and everything looked like a mess. Crashed cars left on the sides of the road, newspapers slightly flying through the air and occasionally you could smell blood. Hell, a demon invasion happened just a couple days ago. Yet you were out searching for the boys that kind of went their own separate ways after Dante lost. Little did you know that it wouldn't take much longer for you to find them.

Boom!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!*

Scream!

Crash!

A bricked wall on your right cracked and Nero lent just a few feet away from you. Suddenly there were demons all around! One of those big flies tried to attack you, but you quickly jumped and pulled out your gun. You aimed at it, pulled the trigger and shot it in the head! First one - down! You stepped next to Nero and helped him up.

,,Seems like you need a lil bit of help here!"

,,Nah, I'd handle them myself."

,,Yeah, just like you'd have both hands! No offence!"

,,None taken."

,,Alright then - let's do this!" You smiled and loaded both of your guns, turning your back to Nero who was already charging his sword. You started to shoot the monsters and he ran right into a whole crew of them!

Nero was swinging his sword, slaying those bastards while you were shooting them until... You ran of bullets. The boy obviously didn't notice and accidentally pushed your back which almost made you fall down. He was fighting one of the enemies, havening trouble defeating it since it kept on fending off his attacks. Those scissors are the worst!

,,Egr! Fuck! Not now!" you dropped your guns and tried to get out of reach. But one of the Empusas lunged at you. You stopped, punched it. then you kicked it and rolled away so that you could pull out your daggers. Once you did that, you were back in the game!

V was at a top of a building observing the scenario below. He was very aware of that you could take care of this. And he quite enjoyed watching you. Well, not Nero but certainly you. He didn't want to admit it but he was fascinated by how you could handle all those demons with just two pistols and two daggers. He's seen it not work out already once or twice but still, you somehow found a way around and out! You are pretty confident with your skills - but not overly confident like Nero and Dante tend to be - and managed to be a badass when you wanted or had to be. Also, the way your hair flew in the air when you were fighting or fell down your face when you smiled at him was driving him crazy! As was the fact that you recognized the poetry he was quoting from time to time.

,,You're staring at her again! I'm sick of you, V! You perverted asshole! You don't help her but watch her slay down demons - that's rude! Your crush deserves some help!" Griffon teased a tattooed guy.

,,She's fine by herself. And she's not my crush!"

,,Yeah, keep telling that to yourself!"

You backed the creatures attack and stabbed it multiple times till it faded to the ground. Two of them decided to come at you and you gave them every damn reason why that was a bad decision. You kicked the first one and pinned it to the ground. The other jumped at you but you pushed yourself to the side so the monsters attacked one another and killed each other. Proud of your work you happened not to spot the tentacle with a sting right behind you.

You through your last dagger at a creature running right towards you which left you unfortunately without a weapon. Not so smart after all.

Swing!

,,Aahg!" you cried out in pain. The sting went right through your side leaving you bleeding. You fell down to your knees holding your wound so you didn't bleed out, cursing yourself for being stupid not to notice the tentacle.

Out of nowhere claws grabbed your arms and lifted you. Confused and startled you looked up and saw that Griffon was taking you away from the scene. Then you noticed Shadow in the corner of your eye. Panther made a guillotine out of herself and attacked a Pyrobat.

Griffon took you up to one of the buildings where you found V. His cane was leaning against his right leg as he was reached out to catch you when suddenly the little chicken dropped you without giving you any goddamn sigh! Thankfully it wasn't that high and V caught you although for a minute you thought he's gonna fall down. You didn't understand it, but somehow you developed a crush on him the first day you met him. And it just got stronger by time.

,,Hello, Y/N." his voice sent shivers down your spine, but... It could still be only your wound right? You tried to play it cool which almost didn't really work out considering you were in desperate pain and in the arms of an extremely attractive man!

,,Hey, jacka-ass! Ouch!" he laid you down on the roof a little concerned for you. Hell, you had a hole in your body! ,,Lil respect for a h-hurt woman, V!"

,,I apologize. Once Nero has the way cleaned we'll take you somewhere where you'll heal. For now... just rest." he acted calmly though was freaking out on the inside!

,,Easier said then d-done! You're not the one who's b-bleeding out here!"

,,Sorry." he caressed your cheek and pressed one palm to your wound to help you stop the bleeding. But it wasn't better. You felt a bit dizzy and started to pass out.

,,V...?"

,,Yes, Y/N/N?"

,,V... I..." you tried to tell him what's going on but it was too late. Your focus faded.

You slowly opened your eyes. You were laying on a couch on Nico's van. Your head hurt so as your side. You mumbled and heard someone approaching.

,,Ey! Nice to see ya finally awake! How ya feelin' girl?" Nico asked you and your sight.

,,Bad."

,,Well, you've been out for a while. Two weeks actually!"

,,What?! And- and what about... my...?"

,,Ya side? Got better since Nero took you in!"

You frowned. ,,Nero? What the hell happened?! Where's V? And Nero?"

,,Calm down, Y/N. Drink this... Yeah... It should make ya feel betta."

And in an hour you actually did feel better. But it was not because of the medicine Nico gave you. It was because of V. Nico found him with Nero and you asked for a second with V. You wanted to thank him for basically saving you and wanted to talk to him in private. You didn't get much of those alone-moments with him although you knew each other for about a month.

You were sitting in a van with him while Nero was arguing with Nico about something out on the street.

V pulled out something out of his pockets, ,,I thought that maybe you would want this back." and handed to you your guns.

,,Oh my! Thank you, V! I thought I lost my babies out there!"

,,Your babies?" he asked confused.

,,Um... You know... I don't think I'm going to have my own biological kids considering what I'm doing as a job I just... Needed something to get my feelings attached to. Guess guns wasn't the best choice but... Yeah..." I'm a mess. you thought to yourself.

,,Not that bad choice. Guns protect you. But having children would mean you would be the one who's protecting. So I don't think it is that bad."

,,Thanks for the support." you smiled at him. That made his heart pound faster. He loved your smile. You didn't smile much so when you did, every second of it was making him happy. The same went for you. With that conversation, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have children with this guy. Rising them to be strong and intelligent. Would they look more like you or would they have beautiful green eyes and raven black hair? Wait! What are you even thinking about?! And... You've been staring at each other the whole time?!

Suddenly feeling ashamed you looked away, biting your lip, heart beating fast. V stroked your cheek just like he did back then, sending butterflies to your belly.

,,What's wrong?"

,,Nothing. Just um... Not used to this kinda affection."

He chuckled. ,,What do you mean by this kind of affection?"

You looked him in the eyes and thought: what could I lose? and went for it. You closed the distance between the two of you and placed your lips on his. At first, V was surprised by your action but quickly gave in the temptation and kissed you back. He pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. You couldn't believe it was happening. Yet it felt incredibly right. After a while, you broke the kiss and said: ,,This kind of affection. And after this I want it, so from now on I got my eyes on you."

,,Pleasing, for I had mine on you since the very beginning."

[flippyspoon]

Flushed

Note: Joe Keery’s mouth has me feelin’ some kinda way.

“Are you okay, dear?” Steve’s mom frowned, the little wrinkle between her eyebrows deepening. “You look so flushed.”

If it was possible, Steve flushed yet more deeply, and his fork slipped in his hand, clanging against his half-empty plate.

No, I’m not okay.

He felt dizzy. Across the table, Billy sat. Billy was sitting at the dinner table. With the Harringtons. All of them. Steve’s dad was right there, his eyes fixed on his Time Magazine in blissful ignorance that his son’s lips had been wrapped around the dick of the other boy at the table.

“Oh, I’m …” Steve cleared his throat. He caught his reflection in the mirror above the sideboard behind Billy, who was gleefully smirking. Steve saw the bright pink of his own cheeks, the swollen red of his own lips, his hair mussed and disheveled from when Billy’s hands hand tangled in it as he groaned, his back up against Steve’s bedroom door, his hips uncontrollably thrusting…

“I’m fine,” Steve said.

Billy slumped down in his seat and his foot found Steve’s leg under the table. Just that was enough to make him start to get hard again.

Billy had come over to study. They’d been friendly since February. Then they’d sort of been dancing around each other. Steve couldn’t explain it even to himself; it was all a blur.

Billy had come over to study and sure, maybe Steve had primped for an hour and changed his shirt a few times but he had no expected the tension filled talk about Manifest Destiny to turn into Billy yanking him by the collar and kissing his lights out.

Go west, young man, indeed.

“You don’t have an allergic to reaction to something?” Steve’s mom said. “Your mouth looks so swollen. You didn’t get in a fight, did you?”

Billy was stifling laughter and Steve guzzled half his glass of water before saying, “I’m not allergic to anything.”

“Alright, well...there might be something going around.”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Harrington,” BIlly said, in the same voice that now made Steve short of breath. “I’ll look after our Steve.”

Steve met Billy’s eyes and felt like the world was swimming around him. Everything felt warm and heady, like he’d smoked a bunch of weed and forgotten about it. It was so strange how naturally and swiftly he’d sunk to his knees to blow Billy like he’d been hungry for Billy’s cock his whole life and only just realized it. The way Billy’s dick had filled up his mouth, his thick thighs warm and solid in Steve’s hands…

“Well, I’m glad he’s got you around,” Steve’s mom said.

I need you, Steve thought, and Billy’s smirk turned to a soft smile like he’d read Steve’s mind.

Feeling bold, he licked his bottom lip, keeping eye contact with Billy, whose eyelashes fluttered. 

I need you now. I need you always.

“Yeah, I’m…” Billy coughed. “M’not goin’ anywhere.”

Steve took a giant bite of chicken cacciatore and grinned around his fork and in two minutes their plates were clean and they were clearing their places, dashing to the kitchen.

“Don’t you want dessert!” His mother called from the dining table.

“WE’RE GOOD!” Steve hollored back. “LOT OF UH...STUDYING TO DO.”

At the top of the stairs, Billy’s hand found Steve’s ass and gave it a squeeze. “Who said we’re not having dessert?”