#it took until like midnight to wind down enough for sleep

[thatfaerieprincess]

Do y’all want to see me hopping around dressed up as a green tree frog for our Halloween kids event at work???

[caplanbuckybarnes]

In The Lonely Shadows (2/2) Dean W.

Summary: Crowely's always there to help convince you everything's going to be okay after Dean leaves with Lisa & Ben.

the first part of this was requested by my beloved wife @midnight-moonlight-and-mars sometime back in March.

Request: I've got a Crowley request! It can be platonic or romantic. It takes place the year Sam is resurrected and dean is living with Lisa. The reader was close with the Winchesters but after the fight with Lucifer dean abandoned the reader to be with Lisa and cas never answers ( unrequited love maybe?) so the reader teams up with Crowley and becomes like a bounty hunter for him for Lucifer loyalists. 

A/N: It's technically not Crowley x reader since she's pining for Dean. Oops, but I hope you enjoy this all the same, my love.

A/N #2: people were rabid about asking me for a part two. So please, enjoy!

WC: 1.7K

Warnings: mentions of loneliness, and blood, the reader feels abandoned and unloved, crowley’s nice, dean returns. sassy & protective crowley

[READ PART ONE HERE]

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Dean watched as your chest heaved up and down with every breath you took. The wind was howling outside, with rain pouring down. He was only partially soaked, having run for cover under teh pitiful awning above your hotel door. A suitcase was tucked into one hand and a backpack filled with supplies slung over the shoulder. He'd wanted to say goodbye before he left. But he couldn't. He was a coward, after all. He'd had a few visits from Castiel and Crowley, neither of them saying a word about you.

Though, he asked. He hasn’t spoken a word about Sam, either. The horror of watching Sam fall into the pits of Hell with Adam devastated him. So he ran away. He ran away to the person who would get him away from the hunter’s life, Lisa and Ben. He played pretend for as long as he possibly could.

Until he couldn’t keep up with the facade anymore. All he did was think about you, and the life the pair of you could have had. He’d find himself hovering over your name in his cellphone but never pressing the call button. Oftentimes, he’s stay up late at night, while Lisa laid peacefully next to him sleeping.  He knew he couldn’t lie to her forever about what - or who - truly had his heart.

Oftentimes, when he dreamed, it was about you, your face and your hands wrapped tightly in his as you started behind him on hunts. Thats what he loved about you the most, how much you trusted him to protect you.

So months after he departed, he located you in this dingy motel, where rodents and garbage littered the parking lot, and a few street lamps flickered dangerously in this damned storm. He’d gotten a replacement key to your room, claiming to the sketchy old man at the kiosk that he was your husband and you didn’t leave the key outside for him. So, on the threshold of the hotel room is where he stood, his fight or flight response kicking in the moment he laid eyes on you again.

He hadn’t seen you in months, far too long. But not long enough to forget the way your cheeks puffed out while you were embarrassed or the way your hair always fell into your face when you’d laugh at his stupid jokes. He couldn’t forget the way you would shuffle into his warmth at night, either.

God, did he miss the way you infected all of his clothing with your perfumes. 

He hesitantly stepped into the room, only to stop midway through in almost a panic. What if you moved on? What if you didn’t want to see him? What if you shot him? He wondered at that moment if you held any protection on you, or if you’d thrown all of it away.

But he took the chance anyway and stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him quietly. He quietly toed out of his shoes and turned around before fully surveying the room. He couldn’t see any other person’s belongings in the room, so he assumed you were indeed alone.

Nervously, he tiptoed to the bed and studied your face for a long moment. He remembered everything about you-- your eyelashes, the dimple on your cheek. He wanted to reach out to you, nearly stopping himself as he felt his arm move without his command. He brushed his fingers against your cheek before he knew what he was doing and stepped back as your eyes had flung open in terror.

“Y/N,Y/N, it’s me, it’s Dean,” he said, reaching behind him for the pistol he always carried with him, though, he would never attempt to hurt you in any sort of way. “Hey, hey.”

“Dean?” you blinked through the darkness of the room. You must have been sleeping. Because you thought you heard Dean’s voice. And you thought you seen him standing mere inches away from where you slept on the bed.

Before he could get the chance to respond, another voice filled the room, a voice you’d come to recognize and acknowledge throughout these last few months.

“She doesn’t need you, Squirrel. She’s doing great without you.” Crowley’s voice echoed in the small room. 

Pulling yourself into a sitting position on the bed, you wiped at your eyes before switching your gaze between the pair in front of you. Crowley had been watching you over the weeks, which you had grown weirdly accustomed to, so it was no surprise that he had appeared out of the blue. What had startle you, was the other man standing mere inches away from you. If you just lifted your arm a few inches, you would be able to clasp your hands together.

“You left her high and dry after Moose had fallen into the depths of Hell, where, mind you, he’s been shacking it up with Lucifer. You should hear the agonies and woes from him.”

You could see the agitated twitch in Dean’s cheekbones, even in the poor excuse of light shining through the cracked window curtains.

“But now, back to the matter at hand, hmm?” Crowley snapped his fingers, and the two-night lamps turned on, casting the room in sudden brightness that none of you was prepared for.

“How’s Lisa and Ben?” Crowley smirked as Dean looked entirely uncomfortable at the jabs. “Didn’t want to be a family man anymore, huh? Did she decide she didn’t want your baggage?”

“It’s none of your business, Crowley,” Dean quipped. He snuck a look towards you and almost melted at the sight of tears in your eyelids. He wanted to erase the heartbreak he had caused you. He wanted to erase the pain away from you.

He only wanted you to forgive him. He wanted you and only you. He wished he hadn’t run off after Sam had gone to Hell, but he was broken and insecure. He was scared that you would leave him as well, so he did the only thing he could think of doing at the time: He ran away.

He begged for Lisa to forgive him, and she did. She took him in immediately, even after he explained all that went down with Lucifer and Adam and Sam. She took care of him. And for a while, he could forget all the pain. He could mourn the loss of his brother in peace. But there had always been a hole in his heart that Lisa nor ben would veer be able to fill.

He hadn’t known it at the time until he had sat up the night before and wallowed in misery after having nothing but dreams and nightmares about you for months.

“No harsh words, Not Moose?” Crowley taunted as he took a step toward you, causing Dean to nearly topple backwards onto the bed you were still sitting on. “No quips? Nothing? What do you have to say for yourself? Because while you were playing house, I was left to pick up the piece of her broken heart! How noble of you.  Leave her behind to wallow in misery, and now what? You expect her to swoon because you're back? Pathetic."”

You never thought you would see the day when the king of hell would be red in the face at the Winchesters. But here he was, pointing a threatening finger in Dean’s direction while the other man looked like a kicked puppy. 

You wanted Crowley to stop the insults at Dean. But the fact that he was protecting you in this way meant so much to you. You never knew how much Crowley actually cared about you. 

"I bet she’s just thrilled to have you back. Nothing says 'I care' like a good old-fashioned abandonment, right?" Crowley scoffed.

“Crowley, enough,” you sighed as you finally pushed the duvet away from your body and stood up, causing Dean to look at you with hope. With your request, Crowley quieted down, though he didn’t cease the glare or scowl on his features. Ignoring him, you took a breath, taking Dean’s height in stride. “So, what? You show up at my doorstep and nearly scare me to death, for what?”

“I was wrong,” Dean swallowed, blinking slowly as tears piled against his eyelids. “I never should have left you the way i had. You were mourning Sam as well, and I was a coward for leaving you. I never once stopped thinking about you. I never once let you out of my mind. Lisa knew it, Ben knew it.’

“I’m not forgiving you, Dean.” you held your ground, even as you had to wipe the tears away from your cheeks. “How could I forgive you? Do you know what the hell I’ve been through? You weren’t the only one to lose a brother, you know? Sam was my family as well.”

He opened his mouth, only for you to cut him off.

“It’s been fourteen months, Dean—fourteen long, terrible months. I celebrated Sam’s birthday without you. I celebrated your birthday without you. Crowley was the only one to check with me. Do you know he saved me from death on numerous occasions? That could have been you.”

He looked utterly defeated at the mention of the birthday celebrations. He could only imagine you singing to yourself with some cheap cake and a gas station lighter, wishing for the family you once held as you blew out the candles.

“Dean, I don’t know whether to hit you, kiss you, or put a bullet in you.” you scowled, pushing past him to walk over to the bathroom to wash your face. Leaving the door open, you heard Dean shuffle around Crowley to get to you again. 

“I can’t leave you, not again. Never again,” he watched your reflection as you grabbed for a hand towel and wiped the water from your face. 

Glaring at him momentarily, you sighed heavily before turning around and leaning against the counter. “Crowley will kill me for this. But I can’t help but think that I’m still in love with you. We can talk more about this in the morning. I had a long few weeks, and I’m absolutely exhausted.” 

Eagerly, Dean followed you out of the bathroom, barely noticing Crowley’s absence as he tucked you into the bed before he climbed in himself.

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**totally up for a part three IF people want it. So please, please, please, if you enjoyed this reblog this & leave comments.

[mandiemegatron]

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙔𝙤𝙪

ꜱᴀɴᴊɪ x ᴄɪꜱꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜰɪᴄ! ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɢ, ꜱᴜɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴀɢᴇꜱ. ᴍᴅɴɪ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴀʙᴇʟᴇᴅ 18+, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ.

ᴀ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛɪᴇ, ʙᴇᴛᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪꜰᴇʏ @moss-woods 💖 ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱʟʏ!

ɪ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ʙɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɴᴊɪ ʙᴜɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ, ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ! ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ!

It was freezing cold the night Sanji realized he was lucky enough to love you.

With a winter storm beating into the Thousand Sunny, most Strawhats were unable to sleep, tossing and turning in their bunks as they tried to ignore the frigid breeze sneaking under the bedroom doors.

You'd silently snuck out of the woman's shared bedroom and into the kitchen, the sound of your thick furred slippers muted by the whistle of the heavy winds. When you opened the door, you weren't sure if you should be surprised to see Sanji at the stove, warming up some tea for himself.

“You too, eh?”

The blonde man jumped slightly, turning to you with a wide eye before huffing out a soft laugh, covering his heart with a hand as he answered, “No way I can sleep through this and Zoro's snoring. I can only take one or the other,” he half-jokes, flashing you a wide grin before fetching a second mug for you.

“Hot chocolate for you, dearest?”

You can't help but give him a sleep grin in reply, sitting down at the table to watch him. “That sounds great, Sanji. Thank you so much.” He waves you off with a soft, “Anything for you my dear.”

it was the warm way your fingers touched as he handed you the steaming mug, reminding you gently, “It's hot, just be careful…” as he slides his fingers away from yours. His heart stops at the smile on your face, gentle and genuine, as you take a very small sip.

“It's perfect! As always.”

His face lights up like the sun at your praise before bringing his own mug over, sitting across from you comfortably.

“Were you able to sleep at all, Y/N?”

You took another sip before shaking your head slightly, fighting back a frown as you commented, “No… I tossed and turned for a few hours before deciding to just get up.” You threw him another small grin as you added, “I wasn't sure if I should have been shocked to see you in here already.”

Sanji chuckles before taking a sip of his own, placing his mug down and holding it between his hands as he replies, “I would have gotten up in about an hour to start breakfast prep anyways, but thought I just might as well get up now.” His fingers tap on the ceramic gently as he adds, “Honestly I was surprised it was you coming in and not our shitty captain.”

You can't help but laugh, rolling your eyes as you reply, “Ah yes, Luffy's midnight rest crusade… how could I forget.” You both shared a laugh, thinking about the crazy fiasco that happened a few nights prior. “I never saw colour drain from his face so fast before,” you laughed out.

Sanji snickered, taking another sip before he jokes, “I told him I'd kick his ass across the ship if he did it again, especially right after we just restocked, and he thought I was joking!” He grins and chuckles out, “Not my fault he's stupid.”

You laugh with him, shaking your head as you defend your captain, “He's not stupid, he's just… ballsy! And very determined!” Sanji laughs outright at your words, shaking his own head slightly as he agrees softly, “Ah, yeah, I suppose.”

You both settle into silence, watching each other sip your hot beverages until he finally blabs out,

“... What do you see in that shitty marimo?”

You blink a few times before slowly asking, “Uh…. What?”

Sanji groans and covers his face, the tips of his ears bright red as he sighs heavily, rubbing at his flesh with another, more irritated groan before he finally gets out,

“I see how he looks at you… and it makes me so mad…” He clenches his hands into fists on the table, unable to look you in the eyes as he glares a hole into the wood. “He doesn't deserve someone like you, someone made entirely of sunshine and goodness, someone beautiful and perfect,” He sighs again before mumbling, “I'm so sorry, Y/N, just pretend I didn't say anything.”

You sit there in shock, blinking in absolute confusion as you hold your mug. The stinging heat doesn't register, unable to pull you from your confusion as you suddenly ask in return, “Why the hell do you think I have a thing with Zoro?!” Your face contorts into one of slight disgust, not towards Zoro but the thought of being intimate with someone you only have respect for. “Eugh, Sanji, no! I do not have anything with Zoro other than friendship, and I can promise you that he feels the same.”

Sanji's face turns up to stare you down, his eye wide and confused himself as he slowly presses, “You… nothing? Not even once?”

You shake your head with a laugh before replying, “Not even once, Sanji! And why would I like him when I like y-” Your eyes go wide as you stop yourself, your eyes slowly sliding down to the table as you press your lips into a fine line.

There's a pause between you as you hold your breath, hoping he would drop it.

No dice.

“You… me?”

His voice is almost a whisper as he speaks, his eye still wide and almost desperately searching your face for any sign of deceit.

His heart does a loop when he sees your face burn in bright reds.

“Eh?! Me?!”

You slowly look back up at him, an unsure look on your face as you somehow croak out, “Y-yeah?”

Sanji immediately lets out a loud “WOO!” before nearly jumping out of his seat and going to your side of the table and dropping to his knees, gently picking up your hands and holding them to his chest as he beams down at you, “You're serious?! You like me?!”

You shush Sanji loudly, taking your hands from his and gently patting his shoulders as you beg him, “Yes, yes I do, now please! Hush Sanji, you're gonna wake everyone up!”

Sanji swore he could have cried, looking down at you as you stared at him, begging him to stay quiet but with a large grin across his face he nearly shouts, “No way! There's no way I'm keeping quiet about you, or how I feel about you!”

He stands in a flash and turns to rush out of the kitchen when Robin and Nami enter the kitchen, a frown on the orange haired navigators face as she snaps, “You two better shut the hell up! Just because you couldn't sleep doesn't mean we can't either!”

Robin hides a sly grin behind a hand as she winks at you before adding in a tired tone, “We're all exhausted from this storm. Some peace and quiet would be appreciated.”

Sanji immediately apologizes, nearly falling at their feet as he gushes, “Oh yes of course my lovely ladies, my absolute apologies for running your beauty sleep!” He doesn't even flinch as Nami punches the side of his head as she snaps, “You better keep quiet or I'll wake up Luffy with his favourite words!”

Sanjis balks at her, shaking his head madly as he begs her in a low tone, “Nami please, I swear-” He flinches this time when she raises a fist threateningly. He gives her a silent salute and crawls back over to you, sliding back into his chair with his lips pressed together tightly.

Nami flashes the fist at you as well and you give her a tight lipped smile before the two women finally head back towards the women's room.

You two sit in silence once again, hearts beating like wild drums and it's only after a good ten minutes that you finally whisper to him,

“Does that mean you like me too, Sanji?”

He looks up from his mug, blue eye bright as he grins and whispers back,

“Yeah. It does.”

He reaches out a hand across the small table and you reach back, your fingers gently intertwining as he continues,

“I'm so glad… you chose me.”

Tears burn in your eyes at his loving touch, your fingers burning in his as you reply gently,

“I'm glad you chose me, too.”

In the silence of the kitchen, it was then that Sanji thanked the freezing storm that crashed against the Thousand Sunny. With you in his heart, it suddenly didn't feel so cold anymore.

[lesvii]

The Dinner

Valeria Garza x F! Reader

Valeria Garza fic… yeah this is the diner by Billie eilish😶‍🌫️… anyways hope u enjoy

Tw: toxic val, brief mention of smut (just touchy).

You’ve been living in a small apartment, big enough for two people. Waking up at 6am coming home at 2am. You’ve work two shifts at least to keep the rent going. Working in a coffee shop near by, at night on bar 5 min away from your place. Today was a calm evening, you sighed as you walked back to you place, fist clenched. You knew Las Almas wasn’t so “calm” at least at night… you knew you had to be careful, looking backward once in a while, just to be sure no one was following you. But that feeling of someone watching you didn’t wash away.

Don’t be afraid of me.

I’m what you need.

You’ve arrived at you place at 2:30 A.M. as you took your work shoes off and change to some comfortable pink fluffy slippers. You turned the TV on, exhausted as you stroll to the kitchen opening cabinets to see what quick meal you can make. Until something catches your eye.

“We been notified that a near squad militar unity had capture a cartel suspect, just a quick reminder on how Las Almas is quite a dangerous place—“

The TV when quiet for a second when you served yourself a bowl of fruit and yogurt as you sat on the couch near the TV. The lady on the screen looked nervous, quite astonished as she talked to someone behind camaras.

“I— um- we’ve been informed that the suspect we’ve mention has scaped the military quarters, we suggest you to no go outside past midnight, keep your doors locked, and don’t answer the door if you don’t know who they are”

“The characteristics we have been informed is a Tall woman, tan skin, tattoos in both arms, dark short hair, we repeat—“

I saw you on the screens.

I know were meant to be.

It got cut off by you changing the channel, but sadly this was all over the news, you groan as you finish your dinner.

A thunder straddle you as you jumped from the couch, you looked outside the living room window as a thunderstorm was covering Las Almas when a huge thump made you turn around in shock, you walked slowly as you tried to gather yourself, a cold breeze hit your body from behind as you turn to see the door was open.

“Fuck.. that scared the shit out of me”. You mumble as you came to close the door, this time with a lock, probably the wind made that.

You stood in silence as you decide to go upstairs to your room, wash off the stress, you took a shower, put on a set of black silky shorts and a top, quickly hoped to bed, closing your eyes, you drift to your dreams quickly.

A black shadow stare at the corner of the room, your breathing becomes heavier as you can see the woman described walking towards your bed, a knife at her hand, looking at you like a prey, the next meal she’s gonna have before disappearing into the darkness again.

You’re starring in my dreams.

In magazines.

Your looking right at me.

You scream, waking up cold sweating as you try and regulate your breathing back again, you groan as you rest you face in your hands. That’s why you don’t like to watch TV so often, too many deaths and negative propaganda. You sighed as going back to sleep wasn’t an option, finally your body stopped shaking. Nothing but a mare nightmare right?.

You sat up on bed as you turn to face your nightstand where your clock was at 3:33 A.M.

The devils hour.

What a coincidence you thought as a shiver down your back was known.

I’m here around the clock.

I’m waiting on your block.

You heard a weird creek on your stairs, strangely the same as when you set your foot cause by a weight, they are wooden stairs after all, they do made noices, you think. You stay silent for a second as you decided to be brave enough to get out off the comfort and safety of your bed, as if no monsters could ever get you there. You slowly open you bedroom door, as you peak your head a little to watch, not being at peace you decided to go downstairs quietly.

Step by step, slowly but calculating your way down to your living room, your breathing a bit on edge, you hear a noice coming from your kitchen, scared shitless you turn to see where the noice is coming from, but fear not, for your surprise was just a loose branch clicking the kitchen window, you decided to peak on the window.

“Care to have some company, chula?”

A husky voice straddled you to the point you were too scared to look back, you froze in the middle of the kitchen, as your worst fear came true.

But please don’t call the cops.

They’ll make me stop.

I just wanna talk.

You left out a trembling sighed as you turn around to face the femenine husky voice. You shook your head as you open your mouth to speak but for a moment nothing c,w trough.

“I— I don’t want any problems just take whatever you want and go-“.

Your voice practically trembling, fighting the urge to not look weak. She makes a low giggle, as she takes a step towards you.

“Really?, anything I want, careful for what you which for florecita”.

She grins taking a final step towards you, as she examines your face, the moonlight hitting your face in the most perfect angles. You stare right into her eyes, there’s something about them… something about the way they look at you, with desire, lust, possession.

“You know… I was planing to knock the fuck out of whatever perro was living here…”

Valeria makes a pause examining your apartment surroundings.

“But— I didn’t knew there was a pretty little thing living here, now you’ve just changed my mind?”.

She said as she caressed a strand of hair that was messy from the commotion.

“How about I bring you back to my place?, you can have anything with me, just name it.”

Bet I could change your life.

You could be my wife.

You stare at her confused of who she was, what was she doing here?, and now she was telling you she was going to take you away. What’s this a kidnapping of some sort?. You started to panic but something kept you grounded, the way her hands were now resting over your hips pulling you closer to the heat of the older woman’s body. You looked down to her hands as you looked away in shyness.

“Aww, no chula don’t go all shy on me now..”

Valeria said, making little circles with her fingers massaging your hips. You sighed at the touch, she leaned over as she dominantly kissed you, bitting your lower lip, her hand traveling down to your pajamas shorts. As things started to get more heated you pushed her away, as you try to make a run for it.

Bad decision

She was right after you, in a split second she cashes you like a lion stalking his pray, ready to make the last kill. She pushes you right into the corner of the living room.

Could get into a fight

I’ll say your right

And I’ll kiss you good night.

“And I thought we were getting along?, you don’t wanna get me mad princess..”

Your breathing accelerates, adrenaline pumping into your veins. As she Hoover over you, you manage to set a punch as she straddles back.

“get away from me !”

I waited on the corner till I saw the sitter leave.

Was easy getting over.

And I landed on my feet.

You scream hoping someone would come for your rescue, Valeria backing up from you finally when you see her walking to the kitchen, confused you stare at her not knowing what to do.

I came in through the kitchen.

Looking for something to eat.

As she comes back to you she grins, you hear some commotion outside, honking in general.

“My rides here… but you can call me if you change you mind sweetheart.”

She finally said as she caressed my lips, final look as she went through the front door and disappeared in the darkness.

I left a calling card so they.

Would know that it was me.

[goldencherriess]

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N had never been a normal kid, she knew this much. But a certain night puts everything into perspective.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood

Series masterlist || Main masterlist

Y/N often dreamed of the skies. Clouds and stars twinkled behind her eyelids every time she closed her eyes. Deep sleep often carried her across the midnight universe until thunder struck and slashed the skies in two. That was when she woke up, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily.

She wouldn’t fall back asleep after that. She’d lay back, staring at the ceiling, listening to the background, muffled sounds of a still lively Manhattan. 

She wasn’t born and raised in Manhattan. She faintly remembered, as through a mist, a cottage hidden from prying eyes, surrounded by rolling hills, cutting mountains and whistling winds. And if she let her mind focus long enough, she could remember stormy eyes looking down at her. But as fast as the vision came, it went. 

She turned on her side, her gaze catching her reflection in the mirror aimlessly hung on her wooden chipped wardrobe. It was dark in the room, but her eyes glowed all the same. Growing up, her mother always did say her eyes resembled her father’s, brave, tumultuous and violent. Like a storm, the most beautiful eyes, she used to say. 

Y/N blinked before she sat up. Her bare feet touched the cold floor and she gathered a moment to herself to stare out the window. The tall blocks of Manhattan obscured the silver vision of the moon. She turned to look at the electronic clock on her bedside table. It read 2:14 am. A sigh escaped her lips and she got up, letting the duvet fall soundlessly on the purple carpet. She tiptoed all the way out of her bedroom and down the corridor. She passed another bedroom. The door was ajar and she could hear her aunt softly snoring. 

When she entered the kitchen, she was greeted by the humming of the old fridge. She opened it, a wave of coldness cooling down her hot body, the sweat trickling down her temple. The blue light of the fridge cascaded down, illuminating the dark corners of the kitchen. Seeing nothing that could interest her or satiate her thirst, she closed it back, a few polaroids appearing before her eyes. Her mother smiled at her through them, ringlets falling down her back. Y/N appeared in all of them, either hiding her face away from the camera or boldly sticking her tongue out. 

Her father was absent in every photo. She never did meet him. She never knew how he looked, or what his name was. Or what his favourite colour was, the simplest of things. She only knew that he cared enough to leave. 

She could tell the photographs were chronologically pinned on the fridge, because down the line her mother disappeared from the photos and was replaced by her sweet aunt. If she squinted she could have said they were the same person. She remembered a hospital bed, her mother’s pale and sickly face and her aunt’s gentle hand on her shoulder. 

She turned away from the refrigerator. Her hands opened the cupboard and took hold of her glued back Milka mug (she had broken it a few months ago when she thought she saw a winged horse on the roof of the neighbouring block. When she recounted to her aunt what she saw, her aunt only kissed her forehead, picked up the broken pieces of the mug and promised she would mend it back together. Y/N never told her again of the visions).  She opened the tap and let the jet of water fill the mug. She closed it, raising the mug to her lips, the sound of falling droplets onto the sink filling the air. The water felt like a cleansing wave down her throat and she almost forgot the recurring dreams she had. They’ve been hunting her mind for a few years now and she started to wonder if there was something wrong with her, if the winged horses, the lightning and the thunder were clear signs that she was going insane. It didn’t help that she moved schools every few months (“She gets into trouble too often”, “She’s too impulsive”, “She must go to a school for children with special needs” were some of the things the school counselors and the principals always did say to her aunt. They thought she couldn’t hear them, but she did. Always). 

She couldn’t help glancing out the dirty kitchen window. Thunder lightened the Manhattan sky for a split second. She started. Silence and darkness came and she was, once again, left alone in the kitchen, with only the humming of the fridge and the splashing of the droplets to keep her company. A shaky breath escaped her lips. She raised the mug to her lips, but she didn’t get to drink any more water. Lightning illuminated the kitchen once more and a two-headed dog appeared before her, just beyond the window. She screamed and her mug slipped from her hands, shattering. 

The dog was there, tauntingly bearing its teeth at her. Thunder reverberated and rain started falling from the open sky, pattering against the window. A storm was brewing in Manhattan and she took a step back, gaze frozen on the dog. The moment it started barking (she swore she could hear it as though it was beside her), she yelled. Padded footsteps announced her aunt’s presence. “Y/N?! What is it, sweetie?” 

Y/N could hear her gasp, but she was too paralyzed to turn around. The dog jumped on the window and a crack appeared. She jumped back, colliding with her aunt’s waist. A gentle hand settled on her shoulder, much as it did a few years ago in a small hospital room. “Y/N, we need to leave.”

Y/N’s eyes were wide and her mouth fell open. The dog jumped on the window again. Another crack. 

“Y/N, did you hear me? We need to leave. Now.”

Thunder. The heads of the dog hit the window in an attempt to break it. Two cracks.

“Y/N, look at me,” her aunt said, turning her around and gripping her shoulders. “Your mother entrusted me to take care of you and this is what I’m doing. She said that when the time comes, I need to take you to the camp.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and searched her aunt’s gaze for clues. “Camp? What camp? It’s the middle of October.”

“Not just any camp. Camp Half-Blood, a place where you’re safe.”

“I don’t understand. Safe from what?”

The dog hit the window with its heavy paw and the window almost shattered. 

Y/N didn’t need to look into her aunt’s eyes to understand what she was referring to. Safe from two-headed dogs, safe from storms. Safe from nightmares. She simply nodded and her aunt took her by the wrist, dragging her out the kitchen and down the hallway, only stopping to pick up the keys from the glass table. “Take your jacket. It’s raining outside. And you are not catching a cold under my eyes,” her aunt commanded. 

Y/N did just that, taking a hold of her yellow rain jacket, noticing that her aunt just threw a cardigan on herself. She was a woman in her late twenties, with no college degree and rent issues. She was barely getting by (and Y/N always did have the gut feeling she was a burden. She could see it in the extra shifts her aunt took just to get some money and in the dark circles she would wear under her colourless eyes). “Won’t you be cold?” she dared to ask.

A shattering sound filled the air.

“No, come on!” her aunt responded, taking her by the hand and running down the stairs with her in tow. Y/N threw glances behind her shoulder. She didn’t understand why she was being hunted by a two-headed monstrosity and how she was seeing it without thinking, for the first time, she was off the rails. She couldn’t understand how her aunt was seeing it too, nor why she was never told that there was nothing wrong with her, that she was seeing things for what they truly were. 

“Why is it chasing us?” she yelled over the dog’s mad barking. 

“It’s chasing you,” her aunt replied, before opening the block’s door. 

Rain cascaded down on them, soaking them to the bones. Thunder and lightning cut the skies. “Why?”

Her aunt opened the car’s door and pushed Y/N inside, before she ran to the driver’s seat. She entered the car and closed the door with a bang. “Seatbelt on,” she ordered. 

“Why’s it chasing me? What did I do?”

Her aunt put the keys into the ignition. “Seatbelt on, Y/N,” she repeated, her voice strained.

Y/N huffed, before complying. Her aunt drove the car out of the driveway, speeding down the road. Rain splashed the windows angrily. “Your mom told me you’re special. And you are. I saw you. You dream and see all these things-”

“I thought I was going insane!” yelled Y/N, red in the face. “I thought there was something wrong with me!”

Her aunt spared her a sad glance, before focusing on the road. “I know, I’m so sorry. I just didn’t know how to-” she sighed. “How to raise you. I’m still learning, Y/N.”

Lightning enlightened their way out of Manhattan. “So, you believed me all this time? When I told you about the winged horse-”

“I knew your mother was right. She told me of the time she fell in love with a powerful man and then she had you. She said that he wasn’t like any man she had ever met, that he was different. Different from anyone.”

“You know who my father is?” demanded Y/N, turning in her seat.

“I wish I knew. She just told me that he was a god.”

Y/N’s brain stopped for a second, confusion darkening her features. “What? How’s that possible? Did she meet Jesus?”

“No, no. She met a Greek god. All those stories she told you growing up, they’re true. And you’re the child of one of them.You’re a half-blood, a demigod.”

Thunder boomed and the car rolled down the road. Loud barking carried over the storm. Y/N turned into her seat, looking behind the car. A dark haired dog was running through the rain towards them, tongues sticking out of its mouths, teeth glinting in the lightning. “It’s on our tail!”

Her aunt glanced in the rear window, before her foot pressed the pedal, accelerating. Soon, woods covered the car, and the city was no longer in sight.  A river slithered down, reflecting purple and silver lightning, angry waves dancing on the surface. Y/N frantically opened the glove compartment of the car, ruffling through all the brochures and papers, before her fingertips felt the sharpness of a silver penknife. 

“Y/N, darling, what are you doing?” her aunt asked, worry seeping into her voice.

“That thing’s following us. And it’s obviously settled on having me, so it will get what it desires,” answered Y/N, staring at the shimmering silver of the knife. 

“What?”

“Just enough to buy you time. And for you to arrive safely at this camp-”

“Y/N, the camp’s for you,” stared her aunt at her, before settling her eyes back on the road.

“I’m only safe in your arms, auntie,” replied Y/N, voice soft. Her aunt turned to look her in the eyes and she started at the determination in Y/N’s, bolts flashing in them. “I’m not afraid.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and threw open the door. Ruffling wind entered the car, swaying her hair upwards like a veil. Stinging droplets whipped her skin, cold nicking at it like unforgiving, cutting glass. The dog’s barking cut through the storm’s aggravating simphony and Y/N smiled softly at the woman who looked so much like her late mother. She jumped out of the car, rolling into the mud and hitting her elbow into a slippery rock. She hissed once she felt her skin ripping open, blood curling down her arm. Thunder boomed in the distance, but she only blinked the rain out of her eyes. The car skidded down the muddy road and hit a tree. 

The two-headed dog trampled the leafed wood path, fury lightning its red eyes. Y/N got up, drenched to the bones, shivering in the freezing wind and raised the only weapons she had: the penknife and her ambition. She heard the car’s door open and being slammed. “Y/N, don’t-”

She frowned and hurled the penknife towards the monster’s chest. It stabbed its flesh, blood flowing down its fur. The dog only growled, it raised one of its paws and struck Y/N, casting her into the river’s abyss. Before her whole body was engulfed by the chilling waves, she saw a rumbling lightning striking the two-headed dog. The wind carried away what remained of it: dust and ashes.

Y/N tried to stay afloat, but currents dragged her down and she didn’t know how to swim. Water invaded her lungs and her eyes stung. The cut on her elbow burned her under the unforgiving currents. Panicked, she kicked her feet. She couldn’t see the surface, she could only feel the embracing cold, darkness. Her hands numbed and her legs stopped trying. She felt gentle hands, grabbing her by the waist. Her head broke through the tumultuous waves and her lungs welcomed the sweet, refreshing air. Her eyes came into focus and she recognized her aunt carrying her to the shore. Cold air hit her as her toes touched the muddy earth. Her aunt enveloped her into a bone-crushing hug and she accepted it, sobbing into her already wet cardigan. “You’re so brave, so so brave. It’s okay, you’re okay. You’re safe, now. You’ll be alright, you’ll be alright.” Her aunt caressed Y/N’s wet locks, whispering in her ear and gently swaying her. 

Y/N’s gaze caught sight of a tall tree in the horizon and an imposing, ivory gate with Greek columns braved the already dying storm. Thunder and lightning shied away behind grey clouds and the moon scared away the last raining drops. 

She’d be alright. 

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A/N: There it is! The prologue to my first ever PJO series. I'm very excited to share this fic with you all, it is very close to my heart. This was a very short introduction, to get into the feeling of the story and to meet Y/N. Fret not, the chapters will get longer! (like, much longer, 10k words longer). I hope you enjoyed it!

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[ratatouillewastakendammit]

Could you possibly do head canons or a fanfic of Ghostface! Keigo(Hawks) x reader?

You have free creative control to what would happen and stuff like that (I just think the idea would be interesting) but you don’t have to do it if your not comfortable.

(Also I love your work)

Thank you so much!! (I"M BACK BITCHES FR THIS TIME! Also this is my very late Kinktober contribution because college is kicking my ass rn)

He would wait until a day you knew he wouldn’t be home.

“Kei, I promise, it’s alright."

Your boyfriend whined into the receiver. “Yeah, but we had plans tonight."

“And sitting in front of the tv with a bowl of candy and some Jordan Peele movies tomorrow night will be just as lovely.” You reply. “Besides, you gotta protect us from all the toilet-papering teens terrorizing the city tonight.”

“Hardy-har. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Love you.”

“I love you back.”

Preferably at a time when your other emotions were likely to overwhelm any idea of his plans.

Setting the phone down, you allowed your body to slouch into a sigh, one final act of disappointment that you didn’t want your boyfriend to see.

While one could argue that you were technically used to his fluctuating schedule, it still didn’t make it any less disheartening when he was called in last minute on holidays. Of course, you didn’t let him know that.

Then he'd play with you just a bit, letting your sense of anxiety spike just the slightest by leaving the overhead skylight ajar.

Had he really left it open?

“Dumbass,” you muttered with a grin, quickly standing up to grab a ladder.

A chill rattled through your spine as you climbed, fall wind blowing through your hair and poking goosebumps in your skin as you pulled the window closed, making sure to lock it before wandering into the kitchen for an after-dinner snack.

A bowl of cereal was always an easy solution, especially when it was accompanied by a spooky flick and a comfortable bar seat at the counter.

Your phone would ring at exactly midnight, a voice he knew you'd find familiar, yet still unable to place, would answer.

Unknown Number.

"Hello?"

"Hey there," the voice was masculine and deep, like the sound had been covered with a sheet of gravel before being released.

"I'm sorry, who is this?"

"Oh, come on, don't you recognize me?"

"Uh, no. I think you might have the wrong number."

"No, I don't." Silence followed for a few moments, just enough for a touch of unease to stir in your gut. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You gotta have a favorite. I know you like them."

"And how would you know that?"

"Because you're watching one right now."

He also knew how well you liked horror films, how easily you would recognize the reference and think of the surprise call as a prank. Then he'd make sure to get your heart beating once more.

"I also know your boyfriend left the window open on his way out. That's dangerous, dontcha think? Leaving a pretty thing like you all alone with the door locked?"

"What do you want?" Fear shook your vocal cords, the question coming out in a ridiculously less forceful manner than you would've liked.

"You."

Being the over-protective boyfriend he was, you had been taught how to react to a situation like this beforehand. That just meant he had to move quickly, sliding a hand over your mouth to smother a scream and prying the phone from your fingers before you could even think of calling for help.

"Calm down, sweetheart." The masked figure tossed the voice changer away, black fabric tickling the rim of your ear. "I've got ya."

Keigo was thoughtful. He'd give you a moment of realization, and another to stop struggling, before forcefully turning you around and lifting you on top of the counter, one hand encasing both of your wrists and the other toying with the end of your sleep-shorts.

Eyes widening in shook, you took in the white mask in front of you. Lifeless black eyes and a horrifyingly exaggerated mouth, one that left the expression into one of pure terror for eternity. The dark fabric surrounding it just exaggerated that pristine look, one of perfectly untouched cartilage.

Still, despite its velvety presence, you recognized the hands poking out from the robe. Bronze skin kissed by years in the sun, interrupted by the lines of scars that you had spent countless nights running your fingers over.

The hands were warm, just as they always were, as they slid over your thighs, forcing them open before sliding underneath the bottom hem of your pajamas.

He would watch you try not to moan as he brushed his thumb over your clit, caressing gentle circles over it before pushing a finger inside. The soft whimper he earned made his cock jump.

"That's right, gorgeous." The masked figure slid another digit in, undoubtedly smirking as he felt you clench around him.

"I wanna hear you scream."

[couldyouimagine-that]

Midnight Snacks

Genre; Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Word Count; 1.0k

Warnings; Nothing I can think of :)

Pairings; Dean Winchester x Reader

This is pretty similar to the other one I just wrote but sans the hurt/comfort; this time it’s 100% fluffy romance. Also I got some really kind comments on ‘I Gotcha’ so thank you all, I’m glad you enjoyed it!

Masterlist

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It was almost pitch black in the kitchen, the only dull light coming in from the moon outside. An owl called out from somewhere beyond the windows and you winced slightly when a floorboard creaked beneath your foot. You were trying desperately to be quiet so you didn’t wake anyone up whilst on your midnight trip to the fridge. The dull light it emitted almost blinded you as you began searching around for something to eat, hissing out a curse as a couple of beer bottles knocked into each other. You paused for a moment, hardly breathing whilst you waited to see if there was any movement elsewhere in the house. You breathed a sigh of relief at the continued silence.

Once your search for food proved successful, you took a moment to stand by the window and watch the shadowy outlines of the trees blowing in a light wind. Unbeknownst to you, Dean had shown up before you had even closed the fridge. He leaned against the doorframe of the door into the kitchen, watching you with a gentle smile. He silently laid aside the blade he had picked up before coming downstairs, just in case a threat had entered the house in the middle of the night, and slowly folded his arms across his chest.

You were absolutely beautiful. It was all he could think as his gaze traced the line of your shoulders and back, as he took in your loose sleep clothes and whatever you were snacking on at this ungodly hour. He stepped into the kitchen, starting to move towards you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean murmured gently, offering a roguish grin when you leapt up at the sound of his voice and almost dropped your food.

“Dean!” You whisper-yelled, conscious of not wanting to wake up Sam. “You terrified me!”

“God, you’re so cute.”

“Dean!” He was right in front of you at this point and well within range for you to whack his shoulder several times in a row. Laughing quietly, he put his hands up in surrender to your assault and tried to placate you.

“Hey, okay okay, I’m sorry,” he tried, though he didn’t even attempt to hide the smirk which ruined any effect his actions may have had. “Look.” The word was rounded and full of mirth. He gently laid his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you with glittering eyes. You simply raised an eyebrow in silence. “You just had a real scared little look on your face and you- sweetheart.”

You had shoved him back to get away from him before he could see the grin you wore and crossed the kitchen, staring out of a different window and stubbornly refusing to turn around. You heard Dean’s steps come sauntering along behind you, felt his heat as he stopped just behind you, close enough to touch.

“Baby.” His voice was playfully reproachful and when you didn’t answer, his hands alighted on your hips. His thumbs began a gentle circular motion, lightly massaging your skin. He drew closer until his chest was almost pressed against your back, the pressure on his thumbs steadily increasing. His nose found its way into your hair, breath soft over your scalp. And you had your lips pressed together trying to repress your grin. “Come on, talk to me.” You could imagine the way his eyes were crinkled at the corners; how beautiful he looked wearing the smile you could hear in his voice.

You cut him a glance over your shoulder out of the corner of your eye. The smile you were already expecting to see made your stomach leap and bloom with a wonderful warmth.

“’You had a real scared little look on your face’?” Your raised eyebrow was back.

Dean tilted his head to the side and slightly forwards, giving you a look of helplessness. There was a pause in which it looked like he was deliberating on giving you a serious apology.

“You should’ve seen it-”

“Unbelievable,” you huffed, but you stopped trying to hide your smile. When you went to put down what little remained of your food, Dean simply stole it and popped it straight in his mouth with all the mischievousness you would have expected from a young boy. You pursed your lips. “I rest my case.”

As you turned around to face him, Dean reached around you to drag your body against him. You reached up to wind your arms around his neck, your gazes locked.

“Look at you,” he murmured, grip tightening the longer you stood together. You leaned more of your weight against him to let him hold you up then pressed your cheek against his own. You were still holding each other’s gaze. “You comin’ to bed?” When you nodded, he indicated to the kitchen door with a glance.

You were back upstairs together in a few moments, Dean pulling the covers up around your shoulders as you settled onto his chest. You sighed happily as his hand began tracing gentle patterns over your back and in response he tucked your head beneath his chin. Dean felt solid beneath you, his body a comforting warmth as sleep began to pull at your eyes and mind. From the steady passage of his hand, you knew he wouldn’t fall asleep again for at least a little while and you leaned up to press a soft kiss to his jaw.

“Night, sweetheart,” he said gently as he squeezed his arms around you, then resumed his affectionate tracing of your skin.

He knew the moment you fell asleep (just about as soon as he told you goodnight) and even though it would leave him tired and cranky in the morning, Dean kept awake for a long time, simply enjoying having you in his arms and holding you while you slept. There was something he found indescribably heartwarming about your unwavering trust in him, how you believed without a glimmer of a doubt that if you slept in his arms, you would be safe. It was this thought that he finally nodded off to over an hour later, fond smile still in place.

[mustainegf]

Bro I need a fic where Dave Mustaine and the reader are sleeping in the same bed and a storm happens, the reader is afraid of thunder so to distract his partner, Dave masturbates and fucks the reader under the sheets (female reader)

I’ve seen other writers do this one and j think it’s so cute omg

Thunder roared above us, and the air was so humid, you could cut it with a knife. "Come here," he murmured, pulling me close and kissing my neck while we cuddled together in his bed. "Dave, I-“ I stammer, jerking with a flinch as another clap of thunder roared from outside.

My heart thudded, and my breathing picked up, but he didn't say anything.

He just kept petting me softly until the next lightning struck. It was almost midnight, and I'd never been this scared before.

Dave Definetly noticed it this time, lifting his head up as he looked into my eyes. "Ohh, I see. Is it the weather, honey?" He cooed.

My face turned hot at his nickname for me. I nodded. There were times when I thought I would be okay with it, like today. But then a sudden crash of thunder made me yelp, and he wrapped his arms around me again.

"Does my babyy need some distracting?" He murmured, kissing up my neck.

I blushed, and I was suddenly wet. "Dave, I... I can't." He smirked. "You think I can't handle it?" He said. I knew I should have been embarrassed, but the way he said it made me want to do it.

I didn't respond, all I could give him was a soft whimper as his warm lips pressed at my jaw, he large hands roaming my body under the blankets.

"I’ll distract you, baby," he uttered, tugging down my shorts.

I shivered as he kissed my inner thigh. Another rumble of thunder had me jumping in his arms, but he held on tight. "Don't worry," he whispered,

"I've got you." Then he leaned back to look at me.

"I won't hurt you, Angel. I promise." I smiled weakly, letting him continue as he nudged down the mattress and in between my thighs. Soon, he lifted my legs up over his shoulders, taking a long, slow lick across my pussy, and then he slowly eased his tongue inside me.

His mouth watered over my pussy, and I moaned softly as his tongue caressed my opening and then swirled around my clit.

"Mmmm, sweet," he hummed, and my hand went to his hair, holding him in place. As I bucked against his tongue, I closed my eyes. "Don't pay attention to the storm, just focus on my tongue..." Dave muttered.

I tried to do what he said, but I couldn't help but wince when the thunder cracked loudly again. "It's fine, baby, just relax." He crooned, kissing my thigh. But his tongue just wasn't enough to ease my anxiety.

"I've got a better idea," Dave mumbled, sitting back up, pulling down his sweats.

I opened my eyes when I felt his hard cock slide inside me. "Dave..." I groaned, his cock sliding inside me as he kissed me again. "Let go of your worries, Angel. Just focus on me."

He whispered, thrusting deeper. Inch by inch, I took his cock until he was fully seated inside me.

We both groaned as he pushed in deep, his hips grinding against mine.

I arched my back, my fingernails digging into his chest as he moved his hips again. The rain pounded against the window, and the wind howled outside. But I could hardly hear it, I was too wound up with the feeling of Dave inside me.

"You're doing so good, so good with my cock inside of you..." he cooed.

When his hips began to move faster, I dug my nails deeper into his skin, the passion raging inside of me as the storm raged outside. "Dave, please don't stop." He started moving faster, slamming his hips against mine, making my tits bounce, and my ass rub against the sheets.

The air filled with our heavy breaths as I whimpered his name. "You like that baby?" He grunted, his thumb rubbing against my clit. "Yes! Yes, Dave!"

I gasped. And he rewarded me with a hard thrust, causing me to shudder and cry out. "Come on baby, let go." He growled.

Dave leaned over, grasping me in his arms as he whispered filthy things in my ear, holding me tight to his chest while he rammed his cock into me.

The storm raged on, but it didn't matter anymore.

All that mattered was him. And the fact that he was still here, with me. Inside of me. And I didn't want to ever leave this bed.

Ever. Even if I woke up alone tomorrow, it didn't matter. Because, tonight, I was with him.

"Such a good girl, are you gonna cum on my dick, baby?" He whispered.

"Yes! Yes, Dave, right there..." I whined in rambles, feeling my hole grip his shaft.

He continued to pump, his thumb relentless on my clit. A sharp crack of lightning made me jump, but he held me tight, not missing a beat. "Come on baby, come on my cock." He urged.

"Fuck! Fuck, yes!" I cried out, clutching his shoulders as my orgasm ripped through me. I shook uncontrollably, and my fingers clawed at him, crying out in pleasure. I came so hard, I couldn't breathe.

I was shaking, but Dave continued to fuck me through it. "That's it, you did so good.." he whispered, his hips jerking as I felt his fuck his cum into me. "Ah! S-shit." he cursed under his breath.

I could barely speak, I was so spent. When we were done, we laid there in silence for a moment, staring at each other. "Thank you, babyy." I whispered, yawning.

"Always..

" Dave. Hummed, kissing my temple. "I'll never get tired of this pussy," he laughed, slowly pulling out.

I rolled my eyes, exhaling as Dave gently cleaned me up.

When he was done, he tossed the small towel aside, immediately getting into bed and wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close.

I hardly noticed the loud storm outside, I was too caught up in the post sex afterglow, and the feeling of Dave balding me so close.

It was amazing. I felt safe. Secure. And warm. So very warm. "Go to sleep, baby," he murmured. And even though I wanted to stay awake, I fell asleep before I knew it.

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Welcome to SunnyVale Oneshot

(Guyyyyysss Im literally just writing and posting whatever pops in my head at this point My Alpha is about two paragraphs from being done :P Be watching for it!! Cruel Summer Ch. 2 should be finished by the weekend too annnd im gonna work on Midnight Rain Ch. 2! So lots goin on! :D anywho, I love Trailer Park Boys and have been watching it on repeat for WEEKS. So I just had this cute idea and figured I'd write it since I cant sleep! :P )

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“Come on Bubs! Hurry up! We’re going to be late!” Julian yelled as Bubbles said goodbye to his kitties. “Boys, boys, boys!” J-Roc ran over across the road toward them. “Yall aint never gonna believe this! We got a reunion comin!!!” J-Roc grinned as Ricky looked at him, “what in the fuck are you talkin about J-Roc?” 

Julian took a sip of his drink as a large black bus pulled into Sunnyvale Trailer park.”So listen I heard from a friend of a friend that Y/N was in town. Rumor has it, she's gonna come do a tour of the park.” J-Roc said looking from Bubbles and Ricky, to which they all glanced at Julian. “What?” he snapped at them. “Well Julian…last time you and Y/N saw each other…she was tellin you she was leavin and you were ...well you were gonna ask her to marry you, until she……said……that….and you…..well…you know….broke her heart,” Bubbles said as an awkward silence filled the air. Julian sighed loudly and took a bigger drink of his drink as the large black bus drove slowly and carefully down the road, before coming to a stop. 

The air brake let out and the door opened, a few moments passed and suddenly, Julian felt like his heart had stopped and dropped into his stomach. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for him as you stepped off the bus. You wore a pair of suede thigh high heeled boots, a pair of black tights, they were the sheer kind that made Julian’s knees weak, you had on a burnt orange tight mini skirt on, and a black long sleeved shirt. When you looked up, your hair was curled in loose big curls, the wind lightly blowing your hair. You suddenly got the biggest grin on your face and darted toward the group of guys standing there. “Oh my gosh!!!” 

You laughed as you jumped hugging Ricky, the guy who was like the dumb, protective big brother you never got to have. You don’t know how many times Ricky saved your ass from getting into trouble either with Jim Lahey, the trailer park supervisor, or the cops whenever Julian and Ricky came up with some stupid plan. “Hey bugz!” Ricky had started calling you bugz when you guys were just kids, because you always had a ladybug or butterfly landing on you. He said you attracted bugs and teased you about it alot. 

Next to whisk you into a bear hug was your very bestest friend Bubbles; which the guys didn’t know but you still talked to regularly. “I’ve missed you bubs!” you laughed as he pinched at your belly “Whos got your belly?” “Don’t touch my fuckin belly bubs!” you both laughed again as he hugged you one more time. “I’ve missed you around here Y/N, we all have.” Bubbles said as you both pulled apart. You smiled and looked at Julian, “Hey Julian,” you said, willing to step up and hug him, but the longer the silence went on, the more awkward it got. “Hey fucktard, are you gonna speak or did your brain not get enough words movin arounds in there?” Ricky smacked his arm as you laughed softly. You’d forgotten just how Ricky talked, sometimes you really missed living here, other times, you wish you could have brought them with you, but you knew they would never leave their beloved trailer park. 

Julian let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d held since you turned and stared at him. “Wow,” he whispered to himself, but it was loud enough that all of you heard him. You felt a small blush creep up your cheeks, “Still drinking rum huh?” you asked him, smiling some as he cleared his throat, taking a large drink, and not the usual sip. “Oh, I brought presents! Give me one second!” You turned your hair flipping around, wafting the smell of your shampoo, mixed with your perfume all around. “Hey Mike!” You hollered while walking toward the bus, “Can you grab that blue duffle bag in the back for me?” you asked as you stood just a few feet from the guys. 

That smell hit Julian like a brick house as he closed his eyes, “I can’t do this.” he mumbled to Bubbles and Ricky before he turned and stormed back to his trailer, slamming the front door shut. He leaned back against it before flinging his glass at the opposite wall, letting it shatter and liquor spill to the ground. 

You turned at the sound of the door slamming and frowned. “Why’d he leave? I have a gift for him too.” you smiled a little awkwardly at Ricky and Bubbles. “Uh, I think he had to um, go, look at a book or something, anyways what’d you bring us Y/N?” Bubbles asked as you gave him a soft smile. It wasn’t easy for you either to see Julian, that night before you left played over in your mind a lot. 

******

15 years ago

You rode your bike down the street, the sun setting on your last few days of summer, you couldn’t wait to tell Julian, he was going to be so proud of you. You rode up to the stairs of his trailer and put on the kick stand before jogging up the stairs and letting yourself inside. “Jules? You home?” you called out, but not hearing a word. You pushed out your lips and walked toward the back where his bedroom was, “Yeah Ricky. I fuckin know. I'm nervous as hell the way it is. Dont you think I know that you fucking idiot?” He was on the phone in his bedroom. “Listen I’m busy tonight but I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Just don’t fuck up,” he hung up the phone and turned around to see you leaning on the doorway smiling softly. “Hey-how long you been standin there?” he asked as you smiled and shrugged. “Long enough to know you’re nervous about something...you two boys doin another deal?” you asked as he sat down on the bed, pulling you to straddle his lap. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, what are you doin here this late?” you smiled, kissing him softly. “I have something to tell you,” you whispered against his lips. 

*****

You’d given the boys their gifts, Bubbles got a rocket ship, directly from NASA with his own spacesuit and a couple of real moon rocks and Ricky had gotten a customized glass bong. “Take care of that Ricky…..I figured you’d like it.” you laughed as they ran off starting to play with Bubbles rocket. You took this chance to slip away and go to Julians, knocking softly on the door. 

A few moments later the door opened and Julian stood there, hair wet from a shower, slicked back by the water, sweatpants hanging low on his hips with a towel around his shoulders. “Y/N. Hey, uh, what are you doin here?” he asked as you forced a smile. “Uh, I have a gift for you.” you said patting the duffle bag that hung off your shoulder. “Oh, you didn’t need to get me anything.” he said as he stepped aside and let you come in. 

Walking in, you stood awkwardly as he closed the door and moved toward the couch. “You can come sit down ya know?” he said, looking at you. You nodded and walked over sitting next to him. “Um,” you cleared your throat and dug around in the duffle bag. “Sorry, I would have wrapped it better, but I made a special stop for it.” you handed the box to him, watching him look confused, you smiled as he opened it. 

Inside, laid a very old and special bottle of Rum, Harewood Barbados 1780, to be exact. “Holy…fucking…shit.” he looked at you, a look of shock on his face. “Oh! It wasn’t a big deal….I know a guy who knows a guy,” you laughed softly. “You know someone who owns a $29,000 bottle of Rum?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you smiled bashfully. “I know two guys now who own a bottle of $29,000 Rum.” you said as he smiled watching you grab another box. “Can’t drink expensive rum without new glasses.” you said handing him the black box. 

Julian smiled down at the gifts in his lap, before the memories came rushing back. “Listen…Y/N….I meant to write back…when you wrote me that letter….I just…got busy…and I didn’t…know exactly what to say.” You shook your head waving a hand. “Not a big deal….I moved on, I’m sure you did too. We’re adults now and that was 15 years ago so, you know, what's in the past,” you said looking down. 

Julian put his gifts aside and moved closer to you. “I’ve followed your career,” he said smiling as you looked at him. “What?” you tried not to laugh. “I doubt I sing the kinda music you like,” you laughed as he did, “While that’s true, I do listen to your music. You’re talented. You always have been…” he said softly as you stared at him, “Julian…I’m sorry I left. But tomorrow I’m going to show everyone where I was raised and where I lived with my parents. And I want you and the guys to be in the video.” you smiled as he chuckled “I’m sure we can make that happen.” 

Julian got you both a drink, and you began to get caught up on each other’s lives. “See Ricky…I’m tellin you that was a genius idea.” Bubbles whispered as they peaked in Julians windows. “He’ll finally tell her after all these years.” 

You were trying to catch your breath from laughing so hard when Julian put a hand on your leg. You looked at him as he stared at you, smiling softly. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered as you nodded. “I’ve missed you too.” A few more moments of staring at each other passed before he grabbed you and pulled you in close, kissing you deeply. 

After a few moments, Julian pulled away and sighed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” he got up running a hand through his hair. “Fuck!” he yelled causing you to jump. “I should go.” you said quietly as you gathered your stuff and stood up. “No, please don’t go,” he sighed “just…..wait here.” he walked back to his bedroom, returning a few moments later, his signature black t-shirt clinging to the muscles that ran through his chest and stomach. “You weren’t the only one keeping a secret….” he pulled his hand out of his pocket, a black velvet box resting in his hands. “It’s nothing fancy…..I got it from Mrs. Peterson. When she died, she willed it to me, along with some money and other stuff…but….” he opened it, revealing the small, beautiful gold ring inside. The tiny cluster of diamonds sat directly in the middle. You stared down at it, unsure of what was going to happen, or what would have. “.....you….you wanted to marry me?” you whispered as he nodded. “But…then you said everything you said….and….” you looked at him, your brows pulling down together as confusion took over your face. “You lied to me didn't you?” you asked as he sighed. “I panicked, I didn't know what else to do…” you scuffed, shaking your head as you backed away and grabbed your stuff. “I can’t believe you Julian…you lied to me…you swore you never would.” you shook your head. “Whoa, you lied to me too.” Julian said as you looked appalled at him. “Are you kidding me? I didn’t lie to you, Julian. I WAS pregnant when I left. I took the damn test. And guess what? I rehearsed through the miscarriage, I performed when and where I needed to, so now I can go around and buy $30,000 bottles of Rum to impress someone I was head over heels in love with, in the hopes that I might get a tiny taste of what I used to have in life before I lost it all!” you yelled before you stormed out.

[badteavee]

Happy birthday , by the way.

Tws / Cws : Suicidal Thoughts / Suicidal Ideation , just shitty mental health in general

Genre : Angst + Fluff

Word count : 1,074

Parings : Jeremy Heere x Michael Mell

Note : This is outside of my usual content but I love bmc and it’s super easy to project onto Michael Mell

11:30pm.

Most knew that Michael wasn’t the most stable individual , not by choice , it was just obvious. Almost weekly if not daily counselor visits , zoning out in class , starting to grey at 15 , barely functioning if he wasn’t high out of his mind. No one was more aware of it than Michael himself. Now he sat in his bedroom , staring at the wall because he couldn’t bring himself to look at his phone. He didn’t want to look at the time again , even if Jeremy texted , he couldn’t handle seeing how close it was to midnight. It’s too close to his birthday.

Ding.

Jeremy’s probably confirming that he’s on his way or he’s here. If he was , one of Michael’s moms could let him in.

11:42pm.

Jeremy slowly opened Michael’s door , a small plastic bag in one hand and a shitty blueberry muffin from Seven Eleven in the other. He knows Michael hasn’t been big on his birthday for a couple of years now but he didn’t like the thought of not getting him anything so he always got something small.

He met the taller’s eye as he set the goods on the side table , he obviously hadn’t slept the night before , his nails were halfway peeled , hang nails torn off. He won’t mention any of it , Michael barely was in a condition to talk , let alone about this.

11:44pm.

Jeremy saw how Michael turned away when he checked his phone , that was his mistake , he should be used to not checking until it was at least 1 am. He took his and Michael’s phones and put them in a drawer , grabbing the wii remotes. He handed one to Michael and sat back down , setting the tv up to play Super Mario Bros.

Michael considered declining , he didn’t feel like he could distract himself this year , he knew this was his best bet to not feel the existentialism however.

11:56pm.

Michael found himself pleasantly distracted , he should’ve known. Jeremy has known how to distract him since diapers. Every time loading takes a little too long or he has to wait for Jeremy to win for them , he can feel it clawing at the back of his mind. <i>It’s getting close to midnight.</i> he thinks. The game starts again and he feels it fade , being replaced by the competitive nature he definitely got from one of his moms.

It was game , wait , dread , game , repeat. It was a distressing cycle but distracting enough for him not to spiral. That’s all that mattered to the both of them.

11:59pm.

Jeremy quickly checked his watch while Michael was distracted , looking back up at the boy yelling at the game for something that was entirely his fault. He smiled , knowing he did his job correctly. He rolled his hoodie sleeve back up. “You know that was totally your fault , right ?”

“It was the controller ! It’s old and the buttons don’t work !”

“Excuses.”

Michael sighed , exasperated , while Jeremy laughed at his dramatics.

12:03am.

Jeremy spotted one of Michael’s moms , Rosemary , cracking open the door to quietly check in. He gave her a smile and subtle thumbs up that Michael was too busy singing along to the AC/DC vinyl he’d put on when he decided it was too quiet to notice. Rosemary grinned , slinking in to hand the boys the bowls of mac and cheese she usually made when they stayed up late.

“You boys don’t stay up too late now.” She ruffled Michael’s hair on her way back to the door , to which Michael groaned , trying to get his hair back to normal while still dancing in his seat.

“I’ll make sure he goes to sleep soon , Mrs. Mell.”

“Thank you , Jeremy.”

1:02am.

The boys had winded down by now , Michael putting on some documentary about dolphins , knowing that Jeremy had no say in the matter of what they watched. The shorter rolled his eyes , choosing to check his watch again.

In years passed , this would usually be the time he’d retrieve their phones and wish Michael a happy birthday but he knew better than to do that this year. Michael never actually thought he’d make it to 17 , something he’d only admitted once to Jeremy but explained a lot about his attitude towards birthday celebration. Every other year since he turned 13 was a possible last year but this one , now , was proof that he did make it. It’s something he should be proud of , it’s definitely something Jeremy and his moms were , but it felt weird.

Living passed what you were supposed to was an interesting experience , it felt numbing knowing you now had to plan your life , but it also was a relief. It’s nice to know you can prove yourself wrong.

Michael’s not thinking about any of that though , thanks to Jeremy , who grabbed the muffin and bag before cuddling into his best friend’s side. He held them just in case Michael didn’t want to take them just yet but he surprisingly took the small bag from him.

There were just a few new pins and patches for his jacket in there , some retro patches Jeremy found off eBay and Bob Marley pins. Michael smiled , hugging the other closer. “Thank you , Jerem..”

Jeremy returned the smile , pecking his cheek. “Of course , Micha.” He held up the muffin. “Wanna split it ?” The taller nodded , both of them trying to split the pastry best they could. It kept breaking off in smaller pieces or just crumbling all together so they gave up after about thirty seconds , resigning to just eating the pieces and taking bites from their halves.

1:53am.

Rosemary came by to check in once more before she joined her wife in bed , slowly opening the door to see them slumped against each other , fast asleep with Michael snoring into Jeremy’s hair. She softly crept in to turn off the record player and restart the documentary that autoplayed.

She paused to look through the drawer , taking the boy’s phones out. She caught a glimpse of Michael’s notifications as she did , multiple messages from him and Jeremy’s new friends all wishing him a happy birthday with stupid and excessive emoji combinations. She smiled and left the phones on the bedside table , leaning over the bed to kiss Michael’s forehead. “Happy birthday , baby..” She whispered before leaving the boys to sleep , she’ll give Michael his gifts in the morning.

[neverwantedtowritefornobody]

Multi-Love Miracle (2)

Gambit stared at the ceiling, absolutely miserable. He couldn’t sleep and he was starving, despite having dinner just two hours ago. But it wasn’t his fault. He was eating for three.

The only reason why he didn’t get up was because he was currently sandwiched in between both Rogue and Ororo and he didn’t want to risk waking either one of them up.

It only took a few minutes for him to finally decide to get up and out of bed, even at the risk of waking up Rogue and Ororo. He slid out of bed, clumsily moving over Storm to get out of bed, even though it caused her to stir and sit up a little.

“Remy ?” Ororo asked groggily, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes.

“Go on back to sleep Gal, Remy’s gonna be back soon.” Remy assured, cupping her cheek tenderly before pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. “You go on and get back to your beauty sleep” he then pulled himself away from Ororo and headed out of their shared bedroom.

Remy looked down the dark hallway that led to the stairs before rubbing the small of his aching back.

“Give me strength…” He mumbled to himself, feeling alongside the wall before eventually grasping the guard rail to the staircase. He carefully walked down the steps, running out of breath quickly, not even halfway down. He groaned, leaning against the railing to catch his breath, pressing one hand against his side as he felt one of the twins shift against his hand.

“I know, I know, Papa is sorry but this didn’t used to be so hard until you two got in there.” He chuckled then grimaced as he felt a rough kick. “Okay, okay I’m sorry” he winced and straightened himself out, continuing his struggle down the stairs.

When he had finally managed to reach the bottom, his lungs felt like they were on fire. Not even the most strenuous workouts in the danger room made him feel as winded.

“Whoo, you two sure know how to wear papa out” he said as he continued his journey into the kitchen, his legs aching from the short trip down the stairs. When he finally made his way to the refrigerator, he opened it only to be met with disappointment. There were only leaves of lettuce, a bag of baby carrots, a carton of eggs with only two eggs left in the carton and a swig of milk left. The leftovers from that nights dinner were no where to be found, devoured by the other X Men no doubt. Guess they didn’t think that their fellow pregnant teammate would get hungry.

Remy pouted and let out a few curses as he glared at his pitiful choices. None of which his kids wanted to eat. His stomach growled and he frowned, resting a hand on his abdomen.

“I’m sorry chers, but these are our only options.” He said, his frown deepening. “Papa would go out and get ya somethin’ but it’s late and ain’t nothin’ open, I’m sorry.”

“Remy ?”

Remy jumped out of his skin when he heard a familiar voice, gasping and putting a hand on his abdomen to steady himself, as it was just Rogue and Ororo, with worried looks on their faces.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle ya sugah.” Rogue apologized, going over to Remy, Storm following. “What’re ya doin’ up so late ?”

“The little ones were hungry” Remy answered, gesturing down to his bump with his eyes. “But there ain’t nothin’ in the fridge, reckon Wolverine finished off the leftovers.”

“Oh Remy.” Ororo sighed, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You should have told us that you were hungry, Rogue or I would have gotten something for you.”

“Didn’t want to wake ya, Gal.” Remy said, putting his hand on hers. “ ‘sides, you two do enough, I’m capable of gettin’ a midnight snack on my own.”

“Oh don’t give me that hog slop, ‘Ro woke me up ‘cus she could hear ya huffin and puffin to get down the stairs from the bedroom” Rogue said, crossing her arms.

Remy’s face turned red as he sheepishly looked away. He wasn’t that loud going down the stairs was he ?

“I didn’t mean to wake ya.” He said, his cheeks and the tip of his ears turning pink, embarrassed that they heard his struggle down the stairs. If they heard him, the whole house must of heard him.

“Now, what is it that you’re hungry for ?” Ororo asked, snapping him out of his embarrassment.

“I dunno, somethin’ sweet an’ salty ? Like…chocolate covered pretzels ? Or potato chips dipped in chocolate ? Hell, I’m even thinkin’ bout a pickle dipped in chocolate.” The thought of the snacks made his mouth water.

“How about I get my keys and drive on down to the nearest convenience store and grab ya some chips and a chocolate bar ? Will that satisfy ya ?” Rogue asked, letting out a soft chuckle at the thought of Remy eating a chocolate covered pickle of all things.

“Aw cher, you don’t gotta do all that, it’s late.” Remy argued “I’d feel bad if I ya went out in the dark just for me.”

“Now why on earth would ya feel bad ? My man is hungry, and ‘sides, it ain’t just for you, it’s for the babies too and I sure as hell can’t let them starve, what kinda mama would I be ?” Rogue asked, as she got up to get her keys. “I’ll be back lickity split, you keep our papa entertained, alright baby ?”

Ororo nodded, guiding Remy to the living room, helping him sit on the couch.

“You shouldn’t be on your feet dear.” She said, placing herself next to him “You’re ankles are so swollen”

“Tell me about it” Remy groaned, leaning back on the couch. “Sho’ hope Hank was right about twins comin’ early cus’ Remy don’t know how much more he can take.”

“You’re doing great” Ororo assured, putting his legs in her lap. “Now, just relax yourself, Rogue will be back soon, I hear her car pulling off now.”

“Might as well turn on the TV.” Remy said, shifting a little to adjust his weight “Think they usually show Twilight Zone reruns this time of night”

“And you know this, why ?” Ororo asked as she started to gently rub his ankles. Remy chuckled sheepishly, averting his gaze from Ororo but deciding to tell her anyways.

“Well… I cant sleep when y’all are out on late night missions, I get restless and the twins get restless too, cuz I wanna be out there helpin’ but I can’t.” He rests his hand on his bump, rubbing over it gently. “So I stay up and watch TV till I get tired and The Twilight Zone has been a favorite, comes on around ten and keeps my attention and it’s better than the dreary news.”

“I never took you for a horror sci-fi fan, Remy.” Ororo mused with a smile, as she continued to massage his sore ankles.

“It’s pretty good, only one episode I don’t really like.” Remy said, reaching for the remote on the coffee table, turning on the tv and flipping through the channels.

“Oh ? And what’s that ?” Ororo asked out of curiosity, wondering which of the many episodes Remy didn’t like.

“The one with that one kid who controls the town.” Remy said with a frown, as he finally found the channel he was looking for, that was indeed showing Twilight Zone episodes. Thankfully it wasn’t showing the episode he didn’t like.

“I vaguely remember that one, care to tell me why you don’t like it ?” Ororo inquired, noticing Remy’s frown.

“It had me thinkin’…. What if one or both of our babies turn out that way ?” Remy asked. “Silly, I know, but we all powerful mutants, wouldn’t be so far fetched, just bothered me, y’know ? Imagining them turning out so powerful that even other mutants are scared of them, that they turn into tyrants at the age of six and we can’t do nothin’ bout it. Just scared me is all.”

“Oh Remy, I can assure you that they won’t.” Ororo said, stroking his leg “Our children won’t turn out to be evil tyrants who’ll use their powers to harm others, because they’ll have you as a father and Rogue and I as mothers to steer them in the right path.”

“I know, I know, it’s just a stupid fear, pregnancy anxiety and all that.” Remy said, waving his hand. “With you as one of their mama’s there’s no way our chirren gon’ turn out to be bad eggs.”

Ororo smiled, but then turned her head as she heard Rogue enter the room, plastic bag in hand.

“My, that was quick.” She said, amused at how Rogue was back so quickly “You didn’t break the speed limits again, did you ?”

“What could I say ? I wanted to get back and feed our papa” She said, walking over to the couch and giving Remy the plastic bag “Mind if I join ?”

Remy moved over a little to let Rogue sit down before leaning against her, smiling as she put an arm around him. Remy opened the bag to see a bag of plain salted potato chips, a king sized chocolate bar and a bag of dill pickle bites. He immediately went to open his snacks, snapping off a piece of chocolate and putting it on top of a potato chip, or a pickle bite. Eventually he got the bright idea to sandwich the pickle and the chocolate between two chips. It definitely hit the spot.

“Oh I can’t thank ya enough cher” Remy moaned through bites of his odd snack “This exactly what tha babies ordered”

“Glad I could be of service to ya sugah.” Rogue beamed as she ran a hand through Remy’s hair.

Before the trio knew it, Remy had finished his snack, while they finished three Twilight Zone episodes. Storm had happened to look at the grandfather clock, seeing that that it was a little past midnight.

“We should all retire for the night.” She suggested, taking Remy’s legs off her lap “It’s getting late and I promised that I would take Jubilee to the mall in the morning.”

“A mall trip ? Count me in sugah.” Rogue said, never missing an opportunity to go shopping. Remy sat up and stretched, rubbing the small of his back

“Remy comin’ too.” He said “It’s been ages since I been out dis’ house.”

“Are you sure you can handle it ?” Ororo asked, concerned “You couldn’t even get down the stairs without a struggle”

“Remy will be fine, they got escalators an’ if I get too tired, there’s always benches.” Remy assured, standing up from the couch with a struggle “Just don’t wanna be stuck here”

“Well then, let’s head back to the bedroom Sugah” Rogue said, scooping Remy up into her arms. Remy let out a surprised yell and and clung to Rogue.

“ Mon Dieu, what you think you doin’ ?!?” He exclaimed, not exactly used to being swept off of his feet.

“You had to struggle goin’ down the stairs by yourself, so I figured I’d carry ya.” Rogue let out a laugh and headed towards the stairs, Storm following right behind her “You just hang on tight and let me carry ya, okay ?”

Remy clung to her until they got to the top of the stairs, but Rogue still didn’t let him down. She was determined to carry him to the bedroom.

Once they got to the bedroom, she laid Remy in the middle of the bed, Ororo and Rogue getting in next to him.

“Sleep tight dear” Ororo said, pressing a kiss on his temple. “You and our precious cargo need your rest.”

“I know, I know.” Remy settled himself into his side, trying his best to get comfortable. He never was much of a side sleeper, preferring to lay on his back, but Hank told him the dangers of sleeping on his back while pregnant, so he reluctantly had to sleep on his side.

It wasn’t all bad though. With his two girls cuddled up to him and his stomach full, he was bound for sleep in no time.

[monstersinthecosmos]

September 5, 1973

“There’s this thing when you’re way up north, the Midnight Sun? You know?”

Daniel shrugs. He sort of knows, but wants the explanation on tape. 

“Like up by the Arctic Circle, during the summer the days are so long. It only gets dark for like two hours in the middle of the night, it’s crazy. But then in the winter it’s dark all day, too. People get super depressed or whatever.”

“So it’s good that you went in the summer,” Daniel says.

“Well yeah, but the thing is, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t fucking sleep.”

Daniel holds a finger up for a pause so that he can flip the tape. When he clicks the record button, the guy continues.

“So I’m one of those people, you know, I need it completely dark or I can’t sleep. Like fallout curtains. I swear to god I should just sleep in a bomb shelter. I need it be—“ he gestures with his hands, like an orchestra conductor to his syllables “—pitch black.”

He leans back in his chair. “Huh. Yeah, that would be crazy.”

“It sucked! And then I’d finally fall asleep, and I’d wake up thinking it was morning, right? I’d be getting dressed, heading downstairs, out in the world to go grab breakfast or some shit and it’s just empty! It’s like the whole world is dead. Twilight Zone shit!”

He shrugs. Pulls the tab off his soda can and spins it on the table. 

“So anyway, you know, if you don’t get any sleep you start going nuts, right? And at the hospital they told me I had, like, delusions of grandeur or whatever they called it.”

“What were the delusions?”

“I was completely convinced that there was this, like, deeper meaning beneath all things.”

“That doesn’t sound so crazy. I think I believe that, too.”

“No but like, on this whole other level. Like cosmic horrors. I was convinced I could hear all these messages coming from the ice. Like way up north. Up at the top.”

“So how did you wind up at the hospital? What lead up to it?”

“Well right, I wasn’t sleeping, yeah? And I was thinking like, all the light coming into the windows, I felt like it was something looking at me. Invading my space. And you know man, I don’t really remember all of it? Just, next thing I know I’m screaming in the middle of the street. And it’s like, bright day time. You’d think it was the middle of the afternoon. But it’s like, one in the morning and I’m waking up all these poor Icelandic people. Like moms coming outside in their bathrobes to see what the problem  is.”

Daniel think he has a good burnout decoder. He’s patient when people ramble, when the story meanders. This guy isn’t even so bad, but it takes them almost four hours to get through the story of how he got institutionalized overseas. If Daniel were to edit the tapes down himself, he thinks he could fit it into a single radio hour.

It’s sincere, though. That’s all he can ask for.

He takes the long way home, even though his car has been making a weird noise for a couple weeks. He probably shouldn’t push her so hard until he figures out what it is. But even trying to wind down through the emptier neighborhoods, there are signs of life everywhere. 

Sometimes he wishes it were truly quiet. Aside from the mental collapse, the interview tonight sounded so soothing. Going somewhere quiet. 

Well. He has a job now, sort of. His parents have almost cut him off. Things like that don’t feel easy like they used to. He’d been naive. It would take some money, not just for the trip, but enough to miss work. He’d have to bank a dozen interviews to bridge the gap if he took off somewhere. 

But it would be nice. After everything. Just be somewhere quiet. If he could swing it. If he had the time.

He laughs at himself as he parks his car, as he listens to the engine clicking. Presses his hands to his face.

“You’re fuckin losing it, man,” he says, out loud.

Too young to be thinking like this. Too soon. He’s not ready to turn into his parents.

He shakes it off. Scratches his hands through his hair. Tilts his mirror down so that he can see his face in the ugly yellow streetlight.

Young still. No matter how weird he feels. Young. Tired as fuck but he doesn’t have wrinkles yet. Could still pass for a high schooler. This is okay.

He’s got plenty of time. 

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[peakyblinders1919]

Haddie Harrington Pt 4

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They were similar, if not the same, from the hair, to the hands on the hips, to the nightmares.

While grounded in reality, his revolve around Demogorons and Mindflayers, while Haddie’s too young to remember the cause of her midnight tears. But he finds her little fist knocking at his door late at night, rubbing her eyes either to rid them off sleepsand or to dry the tears, her duck stuffed softly under her arm. The sound of her little feet padding against the wood floor was music to his ears, he could care less that it was 2:31 according to the green light on his bedside table. He flicked a little switch and basked the room in just enough gold light to see her brown eyes peering at him from over the edge.

“Can’t sleep duck?”

She shook her head, let the little whine leave her lips, and burst into tears again, her hands and arms reaching out for him. He skillfully pulled her up and settled her in his lap, cradling her to his chest to allow her time to cry. 

He was nearly brought to tears himself. Resting his chin on top of her unruly locks, he sang her favorite lullaby in a whisper barely heard over the rustling wind outside their bedroom window. It always worked like a charm, hearing her cries subside, feeling her chest and breathing settle, stubby, soft fingers playing with the buttons of his henley pajama shirt. 

“Tell me what’s wrong baby?”

“Miss mommy.” She gurgled, words leaving Steve’s eyes hot and burning.

He let her go momentarily, eyes wandering over the picture on his bedside table of a woman who looked like the girl in his arms; hair cascading down her back, eyes shining, a smile as bright as the sun. He let a sniffle escape, pinching his nose quickly and shaking his head. 

“I know, baby. I miss Mommy too.” He missed her every day. “But remember, Mommy would be here with us if she could. She is here. She’s always right here,” he pressed a finger to her chest, beginning to tickle her until he broke a smile. 

“Do you love Mommy?” He pinched his nose again, but it was no use.

“Every day. I love her just as much as I love you.”

“Can we visit her?”

It broke his heart to tell her no, but they had moved 2,000 miles away and it still didn’t feel like far enough. He expected this, that the day would come when she would ask to see mommy again, he just didn’t expect it so soon. Maybe it was selfish, but he couldn’t raise her in a town where everything reminded him of what he’d lost.

Because he learned the hard way that Hawkins wasn’t the only dangerous place, it wasn't the only place with demons. They were everywhere. A drunk driver. Cancer.

At least he was familiar with the demons in Hawkins, knew how to deal with them better.

It took another hour of hushed lullabies and warm cuddles under sherpa blankets for Haddie to fall asleep. It took Steve longer, every what if keeping him up. 

What if she was still alive? What if he hadn’t uprooted and moved them back to Indiana? What if Haddie forgot about her? What if he moved on? What if…

There was no question about it when he woke the next morning, the alarm already going off for more than ten minutes and a pair of cold feet poking and pushing into his ribs.

The morning was a scramble. Haddie rubbed the sleep from her eyes and remained extremely needy, allowing Steve to shove her into a little pair of jeans and the only clean sweater he could find, clinging to his side as he made breakfast- strawberry pop tarts warmed in the toaster oven- and surprisingly quiet on the morning ride to school.

Once there, she didn’t want to go. Making a spectacle of it, she screamed, she cried, she sobbed, she clung to Steve, hands nearly leaving bruises on his neck. 

“She had a tough night last night,” Steve explained with a sigh. If he had been with anyone else other than you, he may have felt guilty for her tantrum, shamed and judged for his parenting for being late and having her in tears, but he simply raised his shoulders and smiled, silently asking for help.

Meeting his eye, as if asking for permission, you stepped forward, voice calming and hand soothing over the girl’s back. “Oh Haddie, I know. Sometimes it’s hard to leave Daddy, right?”

The girl sniffled, nodded, rubbed her snotty nose and tear-stained cheeks against his neck, and tightened her grip around him, grabby fingers inching closer to his hair.  

“Daddy, Haddie’s got to go to work, yeah? I’ll see you real soon duckie. Come on, Miss. Y/N’s here.”

“Yeah, Haddie, we’re going to do something really fun today. You want a secret as to what it is?” Your voice was soft, caring, light and breathy; music to his ears. It calmed her instantly, worked to calm him too, and he watched with sparkling eyes as your hand rubbed along her back, never stopping until she was calmer. She nodded, warming up slightly though her head remained tucked into Steve’s chest.

“We’re going to do some finger painting today. Get your hands all messy and make something beautiful for Mommy and Daddy to-“

Though it was subtle, you watched the girl's slight smile start to waver, lips trembling. Locking eyes with Steve, momentarily lost in their dark mysterious yet warm and familiar, sweet like chocolate, you watched him shake his head. Something shifted in the air, and suddenly you noticed his hands clasped around Haddie’s back; strong and tough, tanned and calloused. And ringless.

“We’re going to read a book about a silly little cat who walks through some paint and gets everything dirty and then you're going to paint whatever you want for Daddy to hang on the fridge and you get to get all messy.” She sniffled but she silently nodded, confirming that she would like to do that. Locking eyes with Steve again, you let out a sigh of relief and he simply mouthed a secret thank you.

“Come on, Daddy’s got to go to work Haddie and you’ve got a very busy day ahead, give him a kiss goodbye and we’ll get you inside.”

She did as told, planting a sloppy, wet kiss on Steve’s cheek, which he reciprocated with four or five kisses pressed all over her face until she laughed, and then he went to put her down. She kicked and whined, and he looked to you again for advice, as if you were the parent expert here when you noticed every little thing Steve did right; holding her tight, talking things through, making her feel loved and protected, teaching her how to be strong.

“She’s a little tired too, didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Feeling a little lazy today?” You giggled, but you didn’t care in the slightest, opening your arms and taking her from Steve. Reluctant at first, she seemed ok in your arms, not as happy in Steve’s but content enough to wave at him as he finally headed back to the maroon BMW parked on the side of the street.

“Bye Hads. Have a great day duck! I’ll see you later! I promise. Have a fun day with Miss Y/N for me. I’m jealous, you two are going to have so much more fun than Daddy.” He said goodbye with a wink, leaving you weak in the knees and waiting with the girl, waving until her Dad was out of sight.

Checking his wristwatch, Steve jogged back to the car, turning to wave one last time to his girls, his girl. His heart grew in size as he saw Haddie waving frantically, suddenly not so sad anymore from last night. But there was a new what if that slipped into his mind, eyes landing on you in your flower dress swirling around your calves, hair pulled back minus the free strands falling free around your face. And that heart of gold.

What if he had room for love again?

Maybe it was time to reach out to the party.

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In The Pale Moonlight

Ok, so I was going about my day, then I saw this. And I just knew it would not leave me alone unless I did this. So, @harleyification I did a thing with your thing. Hope you don't mind. Everyone else, enjoy and be gentle.

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Thunder cracked loud enough to made the windows shudder. But that was not what woke Steven Grant up. The answer alluded him as usual, but not its source. "Marc," he softly called out, tears still trickling in thin streams down onto the bum bag acting as his pillow. No reply.

Sitting up, he blearily checked the watch Jake had found and managed to get working. 10:26 eventually came in focus. A sigh synced with a gust of wind that russled the tarp acting as a blanket.

"I'm up," Steven said into the seemingly empty warehouse, "I'm up." Shaking the stiffness out of his legs, Steven winced as his stomach complained: "Did we eat before sleeping?" "Somewhat," came the familar echoing voice of Khonshu, "three medium salted crackers and a... 'babyccino'." "Well, it's better than yesterday." "There are five of the crackers in the front pouch." Sighing half in contentment half in reluctent acceptence, Steven pulled two out of the pocket.

It had been a while since any of them had eaten a full meal, let alone three of them in a single day. Ever since arriving in Gotham. Jake and Marc had swore to him that they also had no memory of running away to Gotham, they had implied that they had plenty of reason to run away (something which, combined with the knowledge of having to share a body, took a while to digest), but hadn't actually done it. Steven suspected Khonshu had something to do with it.

Silently, he chewed as Khonshu made himself visible, seated on a dented barrel in front of him. "So," Steven began once finished, "We heading out?" "Indeed." At his very thought, Steven's suit hid their tatty hoodie and jeans from sight. "Best not keep everyone waiting then."

The first thing that he saw was the bat-signal lighting up the sky where the moon would normally be. "Looks like the big bad bat's about," Jake piped up, "Think we might got a cookie from him?" "More like a scolding," Marc added, still sounding a bit choked up. For most of the evening, nothing out of the ordinary happened. None of Batman's rouges was so much as faintly heard as they patroled, only low-level goons and muggers. Marc and Jake saw no reason to step in, Jake even falling back asleep as Steven dealt with a girl more nervous than her attempted victim.

Until midnight.

Two men cornering a kid in an alley. Only the tuff of dark hair was visible from behind their backs. Taking them out was the easiest thing that night; thrown pole for one, a punch for the other. "Hey," Steven soothed once he noticed the kid had used the distraction to hid behind a bin, taking off the suit, "It's ok. They're out cold. You got a phone to-?"

The kid had stepped out with a look of awe. Dressed in a domino mask and with a very notable traffic light colour scheme. "He's so little," Marc breathed, haunted by a similar image. "I haven't seen you before," Robin said with a wide grin, "Who are you? How'd you do that with the eyes and the white suit? Can you teach me the thing with the poles? How's Gotham treating you?" The rapid-fire questions suddenly stopped as Robin pulled out his phone and sent off a text before blinking back up at Steven: "Someone will pick these guys up when they can. You hungry?"

Steven almost said no. Then Khonshu appeared from the shadows behind Robin. He nodded. Which is how, just after midnight, Steven found himself following Robin into a all night diner with the promise of a burger.

"It's on me," Robin had assured before going in, showing a wad of cash discreetly. "Um, yes, hello? We would like two burgers. Uh, please?" Steven awkwardly ordered as Robin smiled by his side. If the sight of Robin standing and ordering food with a random boy was strange to the cashier, he hid it well behind a bored expression. "Do you want fries with that?" "Um, hold on, give me a sec," Steven ruffled about his pocket. The familer shard of mirror, edges blunted by duct tape, showed Marc waiting in his reflection. "What do I do?" Steven whispered to him. "Get the fries. You'll need the energy in the coming days," came the rather dramatic reply. "Yes, please," Steven turned his attention back to the cashier, not noticing Robin's expression, "the fries would be great."

The rain had finally started when their food came out. Jake crawled up near the front as the plate was set down in the table while Marc slinked away. "So," Robin popped a fry into his mouth, "Powers?" "Yeah, that's one way of putting it," Steven forwent decorum and went for the biggest bite he could. "What would be the other way?" Robin said around a smaller bite of his own.

Steven swallowed and thought. "What do you know about the egyptian gods?" he eventually asked. "I know that there were a lot of them," Robin slowly, almost shamefully, replied. "Well, a long, long, long time ago, they ruled in the open. And when they did, it was common practice to take up a avatar. Someone to carry out their will on this realm." "Like a butler?" Robin asked. "Yeah, close enough," Steven nodded between bites, "Priest would be closer, actually. Spreading the word and all that. After Egypt stopped worshipping them, most withdrew from humanity." "Most?"

For a moment, that night felt like it had just happened. Blood leaking through clenched fists, and a voice offering a deal. A promise for a promise. "All but one," Steven finally said, letting his eyes glow with power, "People still travel by night, and Khonshu refused to leave them unprotected. Even when it led to him being banished."

Silence stayed with them after that. Somehow, Steven managed to eat the whole burger plus some fries, with Robin happily picking up his slack on that front. A ping shattered the silence between them. Robin looked down at his phone, then back up: "He wants to talk."

It wasn't far, which in itself felt unfair. As the Batmobile grew more and more visible, every statement Steven, Jake, and a hastily woken Marc could come up with seemed to fall apart. "Just keep calm," Marc tried to sooth, "If things get bad, back off and we'll handle it." "Yeah," Jake tried to summon his usual bravado. Then the top opened with a hiss.

Smoothly, as if made from the shadows that covered the alley, Batman exited and stood before them. "Heya B," Robin grinned, "Remember what I asked for last week." "Hmm." "I mean, come on, he's perfect. Could use some training, but he's got a suit already and everything." "Wa-wait," Steven struggled to keep up, "What's going on?" Robin looked both smug and utterly innocent: "No offence, but based on your clothes I'd assume you're either homeless or in a bad situation. I want a brother, you need a good home, and you're already doing the whole 'mask' thing. It's a win for everyone!"

Jake laughed loud and sudden, almost making Steven flinch. "Little Birdie's good," he managed out through his giggles. Meanwhile, Batman had pulled out three pictures: "Which is you?"

Swallowing, Steven decided to be honest, "In a way, all of them, but me specifically, this one." The Bat tilted his head as he took in the one Steven had pointed at. "'In a way'?" "It's not something to be dicussed out in the open," Steven slowly stated, eyes flicking around as if someone else was going to pop out.

The three of them waited for him to push, to demand an answer. But he backed off. "Is he right?" Batman asked instead. At their lack of a reply, he held out his hand. Baffled, they stared at it as if the concept of a hand was foreign to them. "If he is right, you can come with us. It can be for as long as you want, even if it's just for a night." "Yeah, under that cowl, B's just a big ol' teddy bear," Robin added with a cheeky yet still genuine smile.

Emotions swirled and mixed inside them. Distrust. Confusion. Fustration. Hope. Khonshu sat the Batmobile, looking at them. He nodded again. And Steven's hand slid into the Batman's as though it had been made for it.

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Chapter 34

Glass Shards

Warnings: Lady whump, blood, manhandling, restraints, gagged, trouble breathing, destruction of property, lots of fear

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Several days after their arrival in Lavender Town, Merridy and Damien were back on the Dragon Road. The weather had stayed mostly dry, the few rain showers nothing a night in a roadside inn couldn’t fix. Following the road eastward, they made good progress. Slowly, the vast fields were replaced by rolling hills. Interrupted only by isolated shrubs and wooden fences, the meadows dotted with wildflowers spread out before them on their left. The color of the grass grew darker, the soil moister, and the air carried with it a hint of musty waters when the wind came from the south. On their right, a forest edge was steadily approaching, and the road kept passing between trees for short stretches.

Even though the weather stayed mostly warm and dry, the further east they went, the more difficult it became to find a suitable resting place for the night. Sometimes it took them an hour to find a spot where the ground was dry enough to spread their sleeping bags and start a fire. After a few days of this, Merridy toyed with the thought of just paying for a room until they reached the pass. If she read the map correctly, they couldn’t be far from the trading post that guarded the entrance to the mountains anyway. Unfortunately, the only inn they passed in the hour before sunset was nothing more than a ruin, burned to the ground. 

“We better start looking for a place for the night,” she said, staring at the blackened ruins, not trying to hide the dismay from her voice. “The sun will go down soon.”

Damien agreed, but actually finding a spot turned out to be even more difficult than on the previous days. They could hardly take one step off the road before their shoes sank into the ground. Marshy grasslands stretched on as far as the eyes could see. The sun set, darkness encroached, and still there was no promise of a dry resting place in sight. 

When it became too dark to see the ground in front of them, Damien conjured a small ball of light, hovering near their heads. It deepened the shadows around them, but made it possible for them to see the path ahead as the last of the day’s light faded.

Merridy reached for Damien’s hand, staying so close to him it became slightly uncomfortable to walk. The nightly sounds of critters and insects were so unfamiliar to her it was unsettling. Every time a shadow moved in the corner of her eye, she jumped. She had never been particularly afraid of the dark, but she was tired—it must be almost midnight by now—and way more familiar with man-made buildings and human predators than whatever might lurk in knee-high grass.

“Look! Trees. There’s gotta be solid ground over there,” Damien said, pointing ahead. He made a swiping motion with his hand, extinguishing the ball of light. 

Merridy squinted against the darkened sky, the afterglow of the light still burning in her eyes. Truly, there was an outline, barely visible. It was as good a chance as any to finally find a place to rest.

Hand in hand, they hurried on, a newly conjured ball of light floating lower now, only illuminating the path directly in front of their feet. When they reached the trees, they found that their prayers had been heard. It was a small grove, the ground solid and dry. There even was the quiet sound of flowing water somewhere nearby, but they were too tired to go look for it. All they managed to do was to gather a few dry branches, then Damien grabbed the tinderbox to start a fire, while Merridy unrolled the sleeping bags. She put one of them on the ground and the other on top of it like a blanket, slipping under it. With her head propped on her palm, she watched as Damien coaxed the flames to take over the wood. 

“Tomorrow, we should reach the trading post at the pass,” she said, barely suppressing a hearty yawn. “And if not, we’ll spend the night at an inn. I’m so sick of this damn swamp.”

Damien didn’t say anything, but his hum sounded like agreement. When the fire was finally burning, he leaned back with a sigh. After casting one last look around, he joined Merridy under the blanket, putting his arm around her. She pulled the sleeping bag around the two of them, snuggled closer, and was asleep within minutes.

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Something dragged Merridy out of her sleep. Her awareness returned slowly, sluggishly, as if something was trying to keep her down. The first thing she noticed was the cold. Sleepily, she wanted to reach for the blanket, to pull it back. She couldn’t move her hands. Pain shot through her shoulders as she tried, and the pressure on her wrists made her eyes snap open.

Nothing was right. The fire burned brighter than it had when she had fallen asleep. The sleeping bag was gone. Damien was gone. She tried to turn, but her feet were bound as well. Her attempt to call out his name ended in a coughing fit, making her notice a sickly sweet, rotten taste on her tongue for the first time.

“Look who’s awake.”

Following the direction of the voice, Merridy spotted a shadowy figure crouching next to the fire. Her blood ran cold as she met the man’s gaze. He was holding one of their backpacks in his hands, with half the contents already strewn on the ground.

“What are we going to do with that one?” someone behind her asked. “Can’t tie his hands, boss. He’s got only one.”

In sudden panic, Merridy wriggled on the ground, to turn around. The scene behind her was bathed in shadows, but what little light the flickering fire provided was enough to see Damien—lying face down on the ground, with blood glistening in his hair and on his temple. A second man loomed over him, illuminated up to his waist by the reddish glow, the rest of his body only silhouetted against the cloudy night sky.

“Leave him alone!” Merridy shouted, rolling over fully so she could try to get her knees under her. “Don’t you dare touch—” 

Before she could finish her empty threat, a kick to her side threw her back onto the ground, driving the air out of her lungs. A jolt of pain followed, piercing her. She involuntarily curled up, a breathless whimper on her lips.

“You, shut up.” The man stepped over her, paying her no attention as she gasped for air. He took a long look at Damien, lightly kicking his right side, before addressing the other bandit. “And you, use your goddamned brain for once. Tie him to a tree or something.”

“Don’t. Don’t.” Merridy tried to blink away the tears, so she could watch as the man grabbed Damien and started to drag him away. “Don’t. Touch him! Please…” 

Why didn’t he wake up? Was he under the effect of the same drug or whatever that had allowed the men to tie her hands and feet without waking her up? Or had they just knocked him out? What if he would never wake up again?

“Damien. Damien!” Her voice was so shrill, it sounded strange in her own ears. “Wake up. Damien, please. Wake up. Let him go. Let him go let him go.”

The bandit leader grabbed her shoulder and rolled her onto her back, making her joints twist painfully. “Listen here, miss. If you—” 

His condescending speech was interrupted by a howl as Merridy threw herself in his direction and bit his hand. Before she could be certain if she had managed to draw blood, she tasted her own blood as he slapped her so hard, her head slammed against the floor.

“Fine. If you want to play it like this.”

His knee pressed into her stomach, making it hard for her to draw breath. With every passing second, her attempts to break free became weaker and more erratic. Bucking her hips, trying to get that knee off her, it felt like her arms were breaking apart, torn out of their sockets. It didn’t stop her. She had to get to Damien.

The bandit leader tapped her cheek, entirely unimpressed. “Open up.”

Fuck you, she thought, pressing her lips together and turning her head away. The man’s hands followed, pinching her nose and digging into her cheeks, until she had no choice but to gasp for air. The moment her lips parted, he stuffed a piece of cloth into her mouth. It tasted like soap and dirt. New panic spiked when he didn’t stop there, when he pushed it so far in, it became hard to breathe. 

“Mhm.” Her heart hammered in her chest as she twisted and turned, trying to break free, to spit the fabric out.

The man grabbed her shoulders and slammed her back onto the ground. “Stop that,” he grunted, pressing his knee deeper into her stomach.

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe. Everything became blurry, muffled somehow, as the man roughly jerked her head aside, so he could tie the gag in place behind her head. In tying the knot, he twisted her hair, the pain getting lost in the panic that had taken over her mind. Something scratched in her throat, prompting her to cough, but she didn’t have the air to cough. A muffled wheezing noise was all that made it past the gag as the man dropped her head, patted her cheek and got up.

Somehow, despite the lightheadedness and the darkness encroaching her vision, the lack of air wasn’t enough for Merridy to fade. She could do nothing but watch helplessly as two other men tied Damien to the closest tree. They wrapped a rope around his neck, and another one around his torso, pinning his hand down next to him. Unconscious as he was, he slumped forward, making the ropes dig deeply into his skin.

“Mhmhm.” She couldn’t call out, could barely get any noise out. The spilling tears made it even harder to breathe, but she couldn’t stop them. Damien, wake up, please wake up. He was still breathing, wasn’t he? She couldn’t see enough in the darkness to be sure, but there was no point in tying up a dead man. He had to be alive. She couldn’t lose him; not like this.

When the men gathered around the fire to inspect their loot, Merridy started to twitch. Ignoring the searing pain in her ribs, she managed to roll onto her side, so she wasn’t lying on her hands anymore. She had to get that fucking rope off. If only she could think straight, without the breathless panic clouding her thoughts. If only her arms didn’t hurt so much, and her fingers weren’t half numb.

“I’d leave that alone if I was you.”

Merridy whipped her head around, glaring at the man who had gotten up to take a step in her direction. Her resolve quickly crumbled as he stopped next to her and put his boot onto her bound hands. She froze, a pleading whine in her throat when the pressure increased. Please.

The man ground her hands into the soil. Every moment, Merridy expected to feel her bones crack. As the man twisted his boot, she couldn’t tell if the earth was moist, or if it was her own blood making her fingers wet. She jerked her upper body, trying to pull away, but only succeeded in making it worse.

“Will you behave already?”

Merridy lost the fight against her tears. She had no chance. Not like this. Resigned, she let her body go limp, desperate sobs stealing what little breath she managed to take. The man kicked her shoulder, to push her onto her back. She didn’t resist, even as he nudged her head with his toes, scraping his boot over her cheek.

“Yeah, thought so,” he said.

When she made no more attempt to move, the man left to join the others, who by now had emptied the contents of the backpacks on the ground between them. 

“Boots. I’ll take those.”

“Why do you always get the best stuff? Son of a mok.”

“That’s because I’m the boss, and you’re— oh, nice.”

The jingling of coins sounded, telling Merridy that they must have found her purse. She closed her eyes, tears running down her temple. If only that was enough for those thugs to leave them alone. She couldn’t allow herself to think about how hard the rest of the journey would be, with no supplies and no money. All that mattered now was making it out of this alive.

“Found their food. Here.”

“Could be worse. Oh hey. Ah.” It sounded disappointed. “Water.”

“What’s in there?” A gulp, followed by a spit. “What the fuck is this shit?”

One of the men drew back his arm, firelight glinting off the flask in his hand before he hurled it into the night. Merridy flinched as the glass shattered.

“Still better than this. Books and… what even is this crap?”

“You could finally learn to read.”

“Shut the fuck up, Marek.”

The book flew over the fire with fluttering pages, bouncing off one of the men. “Useless crap,” he mumbled as he picked it up to chuck it into the fire. New tears welled up in Merridy’s eyes as the book pages glowed brightly in the blazing flames.

When she was sure the men were busy for the moment, she dared to move again. Not trying to free herself, just shifting and turning enough so she could look at Damien. Hadn’t he stirred? Wasn’t there the slightest crease of his brow, the slightest twitch of his lips?

An eternity seemed to pass before his eyelids really began to flutter. He blinked, then squeezed his eyes shut again, taking short, choppy breaths. It hurt to see him in pain, and it hurt even more to see the panic set in when he realized he was restrained. Merridy only hoped it wouldn’t draw him back like his nightmares did.

The next time he opened his eyes, she tried to catch his gaze. She didn’t dare move too much, so she wouldn’t draw attention to herself, but her weak wiggling must have been enough. When he saw her, his eyes widened and the muscles in his arm tensed. He tried again to break free, with no more success than before. They had left his legs unbound, but it did him no good. Bracing his feet against the ground, Damien tried to push himself up, which was just as useless. When he stopped, he was shaking, sweat glistening on his forehead. The skin around the rope on his neck had started to turn an angry red.

“You know.” The bandit leader’s voice, so much nearer than it should have been, made Merridy’s blood run cold. “No wine, no beer, the most boring food I’ve ever seen. It’s almost as if you don’t want us to have any fun.”

He loomed over her, his grin grotesquely distorted by the flickering shadows. It became clearer when he crouched down, but no less terrifying. Looking past Merridy, the man’s grin turned into a smirk. He must have spotted Damien.

“I see you have finally decided to join us. Just in time.” The bandit grabbed Merridy’s hair and pulled her head up, so she was forced to look at him. Her pained yelp got lost in the gag, and his following words were almost drowned out by the pounding of her heart in her ears. Unfortunately, only almost.

“I know just the way to have some fun.”

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Short Story - Lucky for Me

The day dragged on for her, as it always did. Going to school and then going to work immediately after could never be quick and easy for anyone. At least it was her last day of working at that job and also the last school day of the year.

Tomorrow, she had a flight. So it wasn't like she could just lie in bed and pretend like tomorrow wouldn't need preparation.

There was no time for a book, for a show, nothing to wind down. Packing needed to begin, and she would have to pretend that it wasn't already 10 PM. She would be seeing a "close friend" tomorrow, if she could even call him that. Close friends typically don't discuss if they will ever have children, but the title was necessary for everyone except the both of them.

Tomorrow, they would finally share a bed after years of only phone calls. Phone calls which rarely would go beyond a few hours. "We're just busy," they would take turns saying every couple of weeks. "Busy" in this case would mean only getting to call at nights and leave the call running overnight until he would wake, since time zones never did favor her.

There would be a "good morning" and a wait until the next call. But tomorrow, things would be different. It's hard to be busy when you live together.

So, she got up and began to pack what she hadn't already. A suitcase had already been full to the brim, and the second on the way. The burden of packing and carrying them would be worth it. It had to be.

It didn't take long for the time to pass, no idea how many small things had been stuffed in little baggies and shoved in compartments. Already midnight? Getting up in the morning will be very inconvenient.

Given the day she had, falling asleep didn't take long. Though there was no time for settling down, the exhaustion took care of it easily. It would be enough.

The next day, five in the morning, no easy feat. The flight would be at six, and the airport was very close by. Still, it's cutting it close. She had never been on a flight before, so she had no idea of what to expect. It had to be okay.

She hustles down to the airport and after dealing with the hassles of getting to her flight, she barely squeezes into her seat before takeoff. With one last text to the man welcoming her, she's ready.

Whether it's not getting enough sleep the night before or just the nerves of finally meeting a "close friend", she falls asleep as soon as they're in the air.

Hours later, she wakes to a tapping on her shoulder. Checking her watch, she sees about an hour left until her scheduled arrival time. Looking at the person tapping her shoulder, the woman sitting next to her asks what she'll be doing when they arrive.

Her company must have been getting a but stir crazy to go and socialize with a sleeping woman, but the latter supposes that she doesn't mind. She's been going a bit crazy about all this as well.

"Well I'll be seeing someone very close to me for the first time."

"Oh that's wonderful! Who is it?"

The still half-awake woman looks down, having forgotten how embarrassing it can be to gush about these sorts of things.

"I guess you could say he's my partner, it's a bit much but we've been online for two years now." She looks out the window. "We'll actually be living together when I arrive."

The woman next to her grins, and raises her eyebrows. "Oh? So committed already?"

"We have known each other for a couple years now, you should remember," she says with a laugh. "There's also just something about him. You just want to believe that things will work out."

The lady smiles wider. "Seems like you have it all worked out then, I'll leave you to it."

The plane would be landing soon, and that conversation only made her more anxious to get off. She had to see him.

Twiddling her thumbs and thumbing through the pages of her book only helped for so long, but it was good enough, because they were about to land.

Another thing that she hadnt anticipated is how loud a plane can get whenever everyone's finally awake again. She gets out of there as soon as it's open and permitted, about ready to start pacing in anticipation.

He'll be waiting for her when she gets into the airport, he's so sweet like that. It takes a few minutes, but she's finally in an open enough area to be able to look for him.

He had texted her that he'll be wearing blue and have a sign that says her name. Taller than most, he finds her before she does. She hears him before even seeing him. Finally!

In a rush, the sign is dropped and she's scooped up in his arms. "Let's go home," he says.

She looks up at him and kisses his cheek. "I don't wanna let go."

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."