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behindthesoul · 11 months ago

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Mistletoe - Johnny Cage x gn!reader

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Summary - Johnny gives you a Christmas gift.

Word Count - 842

Warnings - not proofread, not my highest quality work

A/N - I wanted to post more this month but life got in the way. ‘Tis the life of little ol’ me. Hurried to get this one out. It’s 11:32 so Christmas isn’t over yet!

The fireplace provided comfort to all that passed by, almost as if it were a blanket. It stands tall, its dancing flames within cast a warm, flickering glow that paints your face in hues of amber and gold. The crackling of burning logs adds a beautiful soundtrack that accompanies the sound of Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas is You blasting from speakers across the room. Loud chattering mixes into the already existing sounds. You listen, the flames in front of you commanding your full attention.

Shoes clacking against the hardwood floor break the trance the fireplace had you in. There’s no need to turn your head to the person who approached you; you already know who it is.

“You outdid yourself with the Christmas decorations this year, Cage,” you say, voice in awe.

“Surprised you even noticed them,” Johnny replies. He takes a spot on the floor next to you before continuing, doing his best to make sure you see how hard he’s rolling his eyes. “You’ve been drawn to this stupid thing since you walked in.”

You finally look at him, confused. “I’ve been paying attention to them!”

“Really? Then you would’ve noticed the stocking I got for you,” he points to a large stocking hanging on the fireplace. It’s a classic red and white stocking, but you notice your first initial stitched into the fabric. How did you not notice that?

“Oh…I somehow didn’t see that. Thank you, Johnny.”

He laughs before taking the stocking off the mantle and throwing it into the fire. Your eyes widen in bewilderment as the fabric melts on top of the logs. “Actually, it belonged to my ex-agent. Hated that guy.”

You let out a small huff of amusement before standing up. “I guess that’s my cue to go walk around.”

“Shit - wait, wait, wait,” he quickly scrambles up to his feet, placing his hands on your shoulders to make sure you don’t move away. You shoot a quick look of curiosity as Johnny grins.

“You’d really think I’d let you walk away without giving you a gift?” his grin shifts into a small smirk.

“Oh! I didn’t expect a gift from you. Where is it?” you look around, as if you’d spot where he presumably hid it.

“Easy there,” he drags out, chuckling, “it’s nothing major, but hopefully you’ll like it…hopefully.”

“You notice how Johnny’s voice got quieter at the end of his sentence, avoiding your gaze for a swift moment. His eyes hold a glint of something negative. Uncertainty? Insecurity? He returns to his normal and lighthearted self before you could fully decipher his emotions. Johnny just pats your shoulder before grabbing your wrist. He leads you outside to his patio, quiet and away from the peering eyes that were likely to ruin this moment for him. Breathing in the fresh air, you feel a slight chill run down your body.

Johnny lets go of your wrist and gains your attention. He takes a deep breath, “close your eyes.”

“Hm? Why?” you hold back a laugh which would let Johnny know that you’re teasing him.

“So I can give you your gift, stupid,” Johnny gives you a massive eye roll, and you laugh as you close your eyes. You hear him shuffling around in his pockets for a quick moment and you wonder just how long you’ll have to keep your eyes closed.

“Alright,” you could almost hear him grin, “open.”

Your eyes flutter open to see Johnny holding a mistletoe in the air. It’s cheap and made of plastic; it would most likely break if he dropped it on the ground. You stare at it, unimpressed, and your expression made him deflate a bit.

He sighs, “look your actual gift won’t be here until next Saturday. I panicked trying to find something nice.”

“And cheap mistletoe was your definition of ‘nice’?” you tease, but you change your tone when you see him cringe at himself. “I - I was just joking.”

Johnny shakes his head, letting you know there was no need to apologize. “Nah, you got me. I just found this in a random box of decorations.”

Silence consumes the two of you - but only for a minute. Johnny’s always been allergic to it.

“My arm’s getting tired here…”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. You lean over and kiss Johnny on the cheek. A faint, pink tint decorates his face. One that wouldn’t have been noticeable if the dark night wasn’t there to contrast it. He tosses the mistletoe to the ground and cups your face in both his hands. He then leans over to kiss you on the lips. His lips burn more than the fireplace. It could keep you warm for days.

He pulls back just enough for him to breathe and studies each detail of your face. The tender moment is dead when you notice the mistletoe on the ground, missing a leaf. It’s hard to hold back a smile.

“I knew it would break,” you mumble. Johnny shuts you up by kissing you again.

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nobedofroses · 1 year ago

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December 8th

pairing: Jack Daniels x reader

warnings: fluff!

words: 558

a/n: just some cute second date stuff with Jack, with "All I Want for Christmas Is You" prompt from @toomanystoriessolittletime's winter writing challenge ❄️

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For your second date, Jack asked you to karaoke at this little dive bar about halfway between your places. You were surprised, since you wouldn’t think karaoke would be his scene, being a cowboy of sorts, but then again he seemed to love attention, so maybe singing in front of a crowd fed into that. While you weren’t the world’s greatest singer, you did enjoy the energy of performing, so long as you had a drink or two beforehand. And maybe you could convince Jack to do a duet instead of being solo, which would be much less daunting.

He picked you up this time and you were at the bar in just a couple minutes. After getting drinks and sitting down, Jack pulled up the song catalog on his phone.

“Oh, look at that, they’re all Christmas songs for December. Or I guess, holiday songs since ‘I Have a Little Dreidel” is on here,” Jack told you, handing you his phone so you could start scrolling through.

“Actually, I was thinking, do you want to maybe do a duet? I haven’t sung karaoke in a long time. I could use the support,” you told him honestly.

“Sure, darlin’, I’m down for a duet, if you’re okay with the song I have picked out,” Jack told you, taking your free hand in his.

“Oh? What’s the song?” you asked, relieved he was willing and eager.

“Well, only the best Christmas song there ever was,” Jack said with a bright smile.

“Uh huh… and that is…?”

“‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ by the inimitable Mariah Carey, of course!”

Your eyebrows shot up, “That’s your favorite Christmas song?”

“I could argue that best ever and favorite are two different things, but in this case, they are one and the same. So yes, doll, that is my favorite,” Jack said, looking very happy with what he would call his wordplay.

“Huh,” this threw a wrench in your plans. One, that song really was more of a solo than a duet and two, it was so much higher and more complex than you really wanted to sing in front of a crowd of people. “Would you be okay with switching to something a little easier? I don’t think I’m exactly up to snuff for Mariah Carey.”

Jack hummed, putting his free hand to his chin while he thought. Then his eyes lit up, “What about we pick a different song to do together and I’ll just do Mariah on my own?”

You raised a brow at his phrasing, but nodded all the same, “That’d be perfect, what about ‘Let It Snow?’, the Johnny Mathis version? It’s one of my favorites.”

“If it’s one of your favorites, then of course we’ll do it, sweetheart,” Jack leaned over and gave you a quick kiss, and his affection made you feel warm all over. Then he sat back and gave you a more serious look, “But I will do my song first so everyone knows what I’m capable of, alright?”

Surprised because you could tell he was not joking, you nodded with wide eyes and said, “Okay, Jack, sure.”

Contented by your response, Jack leaned in to kiss you again, which you were very contented by, before jumping up to go put your two songs down on the list. His first, of course.

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dominantslasherking · 3 years ago

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can i request another part or version of the male carrie white x reader?

Male! Carrie White Dominant Addams! Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Imagine young Johnny Depp with dirty blonde hair for the male Carrie (Or someone else if you would like.)

DARK! Carrie White, He truly embraces his slasher side after meeting you.

So, I had this idea about, like the reader is a part of the Addams family, Carey takes an interest and so do you.

PS: I'm using 'Carey' for the male version of the name 'Carrie'

Your dull eyes troll across the horror fiction, upon the glorious rows, You were quite new to this school and the only thing that put a sadistic smile on your face was the horror books, and seeing other teens tripping or falling on their faces, but that was quite it.

After picking out a few horror books that seemed to be devilishly perfect, you went to find a seat in the empty library. Eyes quickly darted towards the male who was reading one of your favorite horror books. Which was titled, "Screams upon the grave,"

"Fantastique," You lulled out silently in french, which suddenly sent shivers down Carey's spine, as it added an unspeakable feeling, that he enjoyed thoroughly.

French-Fantastique = English- Fantastic

Carey's eyes made their way to you, looking at your black attire which was neatly put together.

(For reference)

Carey gulped on his saliva as he spoke up, "Y-Yes?" Carey tried to pry his eyes away from the book but he was too embarrassed, and his lack of communication skills didn't help either.

"Your book...It's horrific." You gave a smirk, Carey noticed that you didn't seem to be insulting the book but rather...gushing over it in a strange way?

Carey was rather baffled, at your strangeness...After all who would willingly talk to him? He was the sole survivor of Bates High since he went berserk with his powers. Now no one at the new school wanted to talk or speak to him unless it was calling him a freak, oh how they wouldn't do that if they truly knew what he was capable of.

Taking a seat next to Carey he stared at you, "What is your favorite death in the book so far?" You asked not keeping your eyes off him.

"M-My...favorite....death?" Carey slowly asked, wondering if he heard right, "Oui." You spoke french, which meant 'yes'. Carey got a shiver once more.

French-Oui = English-yes

"I-...Really like the one where....Uhm- The group of classmates were tormented and...tortured by the evil spirit..." Carey slowly spoke, finally his eyes resting on your bleak ones.

"Hm...That was a rather graphic one, wasn't it? My favorite was the one, who had telekinetic powers...He had a charming personality, thought ---and-did many ways of killing people." Carey listened closely as you spoke, somehow feeling a bit jealous as you continued to describe how this other fictional telekinetic person was.

"Its...It's not as good as when I massacred the entire Bates high, with my telekinetic abilities!-" Carey blurted out unable to contain himself. Wanting to feel your praise and gush over him.

A large smile placed itself on your face as you looked at him, "Prove it.." You slowly spoke, as Carey wasted no time pointing at a random girl and saying, "Watch.."

Your eyes trail over to the girl, watching as her hair suddenly began to levitate, and she began gnawing at her throat. Suddenly her skin began to rip and tear, as her head and some of her neck, was ripped off her body, floating in the air her spinal cord still attached as blood spewed everywhere.

"Wow, Your quite deadly aren't you?" You turned back to Carey to see him looking at you, "I'm impressed..."

Both you and Carey gave each other a big smile.

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fandom-puff · 3 years ago

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Dear Reader -> send me a prompt and I will write a baby blurb

Cym as your comfort movies and/or shows 💗

Omg <3

You as How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Jim Carey version obv 👹 idk if u need an explanation for that x

@pinkandblueblurbs as Benidorm cos it just radiates chaotic energy x

@thebadgerclan as Willy Wonka (Johnny Depp version) bc ur sweet and creative just like Willy wonka x

@retromafia as Blue Planet (the David Attenborough documentary about the oceans and the seas) because I get rlly chill vibes and Blue planet makes me calm

@theshelbyclan as The Death of Stalin bc the dry but hilarious humour in it remind me of your Shelby sis fics <3

@peakyswritings as Matilda because it’s one of my favourite films but I haven’t seen it in a while, but whenever I do see it I smile :)

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redevenir · 3 years ago

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rigil kentaurus (pt. i)

The brightest star of the Alpha Centauri solar system – our closest neighour. Its name is the latinisation of the arabic رِجْل القِنْطورُس‎ Rijl al-Qinṭūrus, meaning the Foot of the Centaur. It is slightly larger and more luminous than the Sun. W

seungkwan x reader

wc : ~ 4000

summary : you are only a spectator of your life until they take your hand and let you live it.

a/n : started it as a seungkwan piece, then turned it into a johnny one then coming back to seungkwan bc this is how i wan to keep writing it. it's like i can't keep writing it if it's not seungkwan i don't know.

« It’s the fourth one. » Chan’s voice is only a hushed whisper but you hear how bothered he is. You don’t answer.

I know…

No, It’s already the fourth one tonight, and it’s only eleven!

I know…

It’s like they’re not even trying! Seungkwan barely avoids the tea towel as Chan raises his arms out of exasperation. If they don’t what a cappuccino is, why do they order it anyway? It’s a coffee shop, just buy a coffee! You know you don’t need to answer that. You’ve been working here for months and complaining about customers seems to be a universal way of breaking the ice. You’ve heard this speech from your first week at the counter, and with time you’ve come to agree with whatever colleague you were with, on every single point. Not once have you considered quitting to find something else instead. It is, indeed, not the best place. At the entrance of the city, the beginning of the highway. It is neither cozy nor warm. The air conditioning is too strong half of the year, the radiator too hot during the six months of winter. You are either sweating or shivering. The playlist is sickening, and never in tune with the season. You ignore Maria Carey’s christmas’s vocals as you give a customer a refill. Night workers and truck drivers are your only customers during the night shifts. You have stopped judging them long ago.

For months on end, the only thing Chan could tell about his coworker was that you were not a model employee. It was hard to blame you for anything specific. But you felt off. You felt nothing. When Seungkwan asked him how his shifts went, he would just shrug. It felt like he spent many of his nights on his own rather than with you. Like you were not there with him. Every evening he would arrive, greet you and feel like it was the first time ever. And he would grumble about it.

Can you believe I know nothing about her ?

Well, she’s surely a very private person.

Yes, and that’s rude.

You make little to no effort to appeal to the customers. In fact, you barely engage at all with them. Although, and this is your secret, you do have your favorites. From the three maintenance workers of the power plant to the security guard who comes four times a week, before the end of your shift, after the end of his own, Chan has found out that, if he listens to you close enough he’ll learn their names. Because you know them. You often seem to be elsewhere, but when you wish them a nice evening, or good luck, you do say their name, quietly, without any fuss. A sign to him you weren’t completely indifferent but thoughtful in a different way from his. There is nothing likeable to the Dreamy Drivin Chan works at. First of all, it is not a drive-in, nor a drive-through, it is a mere coffee shop. Not a fancy one, not a chain one. The counter’s light green is ugly, the temperature’s always off, and the pay is honestly not much. This is how life is at the border of the city. You catch what you can get and you try to make it work. He assumes the reason you’ve landed there is the same as his and Seungkwan’s : dropped from school, without any proper qualification for a living. He assumes you are his age, that your face must look younger when you are not tired. Chan is nice. Well, Chan likes to tease his friends, but Chan is nice. He tries to reach you, one sentence at a time.

White noises. The purring of the coffee machine you’ve never seen off. They come in, white shirt, stained jeans, black coats. They order the same thing, the largest, darkest coffee you got. You serve them with a « good night », « good luck » if you feel in a kinder mood. Since Seungkwan’s smile is bright and big and loud, you’ve decided you didn’t need to fake one of your own. They pay for their order and leave for never ending roads you cannot quite picture in your mind. When you work long shifts, it seems to you the world is shrinking, that if you open the front door you will fall into a bottomless pit. That the joke of a coffee shop you work at is some sort of asteroid gas station where rocket drivers stop by on their way to the Andromeda galaxy. You tell yourself Earth is also a little rocking drifting among the stars. You welcome a new customer. You dream of outer space. It is known people turn to alcohol and other substances to forget their troubles, but you don’t need that. Numbness greets you every time the pointing machine does its trick, and you even lose sight of your daily life. Surely you have one, plants to grow, books to read, hiking to walk and messes to clean. People to see and a sun to meet. But here, behind your pale green counter, you consign it all to oblivion. Here, there is only the world in your head and the star who takes orders by your side that exist. Your hear Chan’s annoyed sigh. You serve another coffee. It feels like taming the crow that lives in the tree in front of his building. Like he could give you bread and even croissant crumbs every single night and you would still be distant. And one day, you initiate the conversation, and he knows he’s done well. He remembers it just fine now. It was probably a boring wednesday, late in the afternoon. It had been a cloud few hours since he had woken up. A dim midday sun dissolving into the thick gray air. He was already behind the counter, checking the clock, when you had busted in the room, panting. There was some pathetic charm about the whole scene. You don’t hide your surprise when you see Chan already there, and a smile had made its way – oh so joyful and unsettled. The smile on your face had remained unchanged when he had asked you. And why are you late ?

I am not ? You had answered. What the manager doesn’t know can’t hurt him.

Ooh, so that’s how it is. Chan relates to that. He never complains about you again. Next time he talks about you, he tells Seungkwan you are his friend now. His quiet, merry friend who never works day shifts. Chan does. As it happens, Chan hates working the night shifts and only does it when Seungkwan can’t. Seungkwan is kind. Seungkwan is the most loveable being Chan has known in years. Seungkwan is grounded and warm, and steady. Moving in with him was like having finally his roots planted into rich, reliable earth, instead of the slippery mud he had been walking on for most of his life. Chan is heard, is seen. Chan sleeps well, and goes out of his way whenever Seungkwan asks him a favor, because it is easy to satisfy him. Easy, and right. He tells Seungkwan you’ve asked after him, and watches as the other chokes on his coffee.

Can’t believe you’d think I wouldn’t notice.

When Seungkwan comes back to the night shifts, you don’t mention him ever leaving, but he notices the change in you immediately. When you greet him, he looks at your face and wonders what was so bad that your better rested face still looks worn out. You’re not as lively as he is, you’re not as lively as Chan is, hell, you’re not even as lively as Chan said you were with him – which wasn’t that much to begin with. But you are here. There is a relief in your presence. Seungkwan said nothing about his absence, and diligently drinks the cup of coffee you offer him around three. Seungkwan regrets the day shift but still. It could be worse. As he tries his best to maintain his customer service to its level – it is hard and how, how did he manage to do it before ? Is this the reason why you don’t ? Don’t set any standard, at all, so no one can be disappointed – and especially not you – when you don’t live up to them. Seungkwan wonders how hard you really are on yourself, and if he isn’t being dramatic. Maybe you’re all right. Maybe you look terrible because that’s how you look. Maybe you were born tired and he has no need to worry about you. Maybe you don’t need him to meddle in your privacy. Surely, if you wanted him to know about your life you’d tell him yourself.

The softest clunk ever heard by a human ear snaps him out of his thoughts. He meets your concerned look and the large cup of latte you’re handing to him.

Seungkwan, you should go home. Take it easy. Night shifts are hard.

He looks at you with wide eyes, opens his mouth, close it, opens it again and stutters.

But- no ! I mean- I can’t- I- I- you- I can’t let you do this alone- It- It- no, it’s not right! You shrug and gesture vaguely toward the empty diner hall.

It’s whatever, really. You try to elaborate as he doesn’t answer. No one’s here, you’re clearly not here, there’s only two hours left, just, you know. Go to sleep. I really don’t mind. You don’t have to fight me on this, by the way, it’s not like I’d tell anyone.

Seungkwan does as you say, doesn’t fight you on this. He can’t manage a proper thought, a proper thank you. He goes in the locker room, picks up his stuff, only to hesitate before the front door, until you repeat yourself, a sweet promise of rest. He spends the journey back home away from his body, replaying the scene over and over. He knows he’s screwed when he opens the door to his and Chan’s apartment. It’s ridiculous, and he would feel ashamed if he wasn’t so tired. How easy it is to let you take care of him. He crashes on his bed still in his work clothes and forgets his last thoughts.

Your shift passes without a fuss. It doesn’t feel like you’re there either.

You close your book when you realize you’re not reading anything. There is a light buzz in your brain, but it is quiet. Unthreatening. You close your eyes and your reaches for the cup of hot cocoa on your desk. It’s all nice and quiet here, and you wonder how you’ve managed to make your apartment such a peaceful nest when your mind is so often washed out by fierce tempests. You let your mind drift away, floating on a safe shore. Breaks from work are nice. Your sleep schedule is well set by now, and you can properly enjoy those forty-eight hours for yourself. You don’t spend every week night longing for them, because you never project yourself into the future, but you would if you did. Dawns are definitely your favorite moment of the day. Either they mean you can go home, or that you have an entire day to relish in the warmth of your place. It is a nest indeed. A kitchen and a bedroom, all stuffed into the maze of a much bigger building. The wooden floor is quite creaky and you do hear when the neighbor upstairs wears their heels. The walls are a very faded shade of orange, which you love – sun-like colors are for good luck. The furniture is definitely older than you are – older than your parents, probably – but it is nice. And the day you’ll leave it will remain exactly the same. More used but untouched. In a way, the atmosphere is not unlike the Dreamy. Homey and decay. Anonymous, but in a belonging way. Chan would hate it. His apartment – well, their apartment – is probably… You can’t picture it. You don’t know enough about home interiors to picture someone else’s home. Comfortable. Maybe furs as bed-covers? You have never touched one before, but sometimes you catch a glimpse of them on the passenger seat of a car. Your gaze never lingers though : you are not to look at a car owner in the eyes.

Seungkwan feels like he’d sleep nested in a bed of wool and furs. He’d probably like the soft but rough feeling of it against his skin. There’s something comforting about raw fabrics, isn’t there? A bubble of heat slowly builds in your chest and you close your eyes shut to chase the thoughts of Seungkwan’s bare skin in his bed.

Seungkwan is quiet, but not discreet. He is clumsy and always in his own world, parallel to yours, but you wonder how many light years are between you, and it is all to his credit. There is something you find commendable to his behavior. A reliable honesty. Not unlike a dog, you can tell from the look on his face whether he is content or anxious or annoyed. You do not have to imagine his hidden agenda – you are positive he has none. The easiness with which Seungkwan expresses himself still amazes you, even after a year or so of observing him a few nights a week. It seems to you his feelings have no hindrance to them : pure joy, pure irritation, pure panic whenever one of you breaks a cup – it happens more than you like to admit. When his voice rushes to tell you a quick joke between two customers, the joyful spontaneity of his tone carries you miles away from the counter, to bright afternoons on windy shores. He is quick-witted and never misses a chance to tell you whenever he notices something amusing. Simplicity is Seungkwan’s most beautiful quality, you have decided. When you are not drifting around other solar systems, when you come back home to your place, when you are lying in bed a few minutes more before getting dressed up, you try to imagine what he is doing at the same time. What does his apartment look like, what does he like to cook, does he have a dog and why is his smile so charming. Sometimes under the shower you wonder what he would think about you if he were to see you naked. You try to leave these thoughts in the shower where they belong but you cannot always control your mind and you find yourself embarrassed in front of him more often than you care to admit.

You collect information about him like a gold digger their gold nuggets. Every word he addresses you, you replay in your head again and again until you can hear him breathe them against your ear in the darkness of your bedroom. So when Seungkwan comes back, all quiet and cautious, pondering on his words and his welcoming attitude almost erased, you act on it as best as you can. You are not brave enough to properly ask him about it, so you do what you do best. You observe. How quieter he has become, and the slow but unstoppable growth of the bags under his eyes. Not that he seemed well-rested at all, which is also worrying. What did he go through that was even more tiring than working night shifts? Of course, it is none of your business. If Chan were there, maybe he’d spill the tea, but Chan made it very clear he didn’t want to work a night shift ever again. Will you ever talk to him again? The little one you’re so found of. Chan said Seungkwan was a neat roommate to have, and for him to give up the sunlight for months, you assumes he means it. The understatement is lovely. Chan would never spill Seungkwan’s secrets.

You light up the gas, put the little orange pan on it, pour the milk in it. With that you empty the milk carton, and throw it in the trash. Who knows when you’ll be able to afford milk again? You haven’t seen any in the store for weeks – and you restrain yourself from stealing the Drivin. It isn’t worth it. As you wait for the milk to heat up, you hear a gentle knock on your door. You lower the fire, apprehension growing in your chest. You’re not expecting anybody, so this can’t be good. On your tiptoes, breathing deep, you reach the front door and slowly open it. Wary, you let yourself look at whoever is standing outside.

Oh, miss, hello! Sorry to bother you! Someone just called after you, so I thought I’d let you know ! She lived here too. You don’t know her name, but she’s definitely older than you are. She lives upstairs, you’re not sure of the floor. She looks like a teacher, and her enunciation sounds like that too. She has a little polite smile on, aware of your discomfort, the stiffness of your body being obvious. As she sees your absence of reaction, she hands you a piece of paper, covered in smooth carbon writing. Definitely a teacher. One of your coworker, he said he was. I forgot yo ask for his number, but if he calls back, do you want me to tell him something specific ?

Huh, no! I mean- No, no, no, you don’t need- you don’t- you don’t need to do anything, miss. I’m- I’m sorry he took the liberty to call you, I don’t wish to bother you ! You mouth is so dry. Thank you! Thank you! Sorry again! I’ll leave you be then! Have a nice day! You shut the door without noticing the smile she has on again.

The ringing in your head takes over everything else. You try to reach for something to keep your balance and crumble against the wall, choking for air. You crumple the piece of paper in your fist, nails digging in the soft flesh of your palms, tearing little moon crescent that taint the words you haven’t even read. She knows now. What kind of person doesn’t have a telephone at home? Who, if not someone who is trying to remain unreachable? Untraceable. Your head is about to implode from the pain. Now she’ll know. Now, she knows you have something to hide. You lie on the floor, chasing after your breathe. Who will she tell? Does she live alone ? Is she a public teacher ? How long do you have until she tells on you? You cannot dare to think you might have to go now, tears burning your eyes as you hiccup desperately. The hawk claws on your chest only dig deeper and deeper until your forehead is against the floor, searching for cold, for a relief from the blades in your brain.

The crisis lasts for hours.

The room is dark when you emerge, and a faint, panicked thought about being late comes to you but you’re quick to remember you don’t have to work tonight. Smoke and the smell of burnt is all around you. Shit, the milk. Mouth dry, head numb, you slowly sit up, body hoarse. Feeling a light pain in your hands, you let your fingertips brush over the scab already formed. The piece of paper is still in your left hand, torn and bloody. Finally, you smooth it and read the few words on it. Coworker wants to know when next free day is. also have a good day. You stare at it without making any sense out of it. What coworker? Which one? Your planning is with everyone else’s at work. You feel nauseous. Muscles sore, you stand up and go to the kitchenette to turn the fire down. Without second thought you throw the now empty pan in the trash. Fuck all of this. Mindlessly, you reach the bathroom, undressing yourself as in a dream. After you’re done you let yourself fall on the bed. Quiet, in the back of your head, you start to make a list. Tomorrow, tomorrow you will pack. Just in case.

When you arrive at work the next night, you put an obviously packed bag under the counter. You don’t greet Seungkwan. You don’t look at him. The shift goes by without a word addressed to him. At dawn, a few minutes before you’re both free to go, Seungkwan clears his throat next to you.

I-… Hum. I, well, it’s obvious you don’t want to talk about it, but- Well, just- Just so you know. Chan says he’s sorry. He would never hav- You cut him off, stern, as you wipe the cloth over the counter to make it shine. So it was Chan.

I don’t know what you’re talking about. You hear him open and close his mouth. He seems to understand his place.

O- Ok. Have a good day rest then.You don’t bother to answer him before leaving, bag on your shoulder.

Time passes slowly.

You haven’t looked at Seungkwan in the eyes for so long now, Chan wonders if you still know what he looks like. Every afternoon when Seungkwan eats his breakfast and Chan comes back home to a most welcome snack, the night worker sighs heavy, burdened by your silence. It’s unbearable. It’s unbearable for him to go to work every night with someone who was once friendly and has turned into a wall, a wall for which he longs to love. It’s unbearable for Chan to see his roommate on the verge of tears because of the guilt. It’s unbearable to know their action has you ready to run away every minute of every day.

The thing with Seungkwan is that he is quite good at reading people. Even though he does enjoy some unnecessary drama as much - and maybe more - as others - he usually manages to get through his life without ruffling any feather. It makes it a lot harder to comfort him with empty words when he knows you’re avoiding him, because he has been looking at you. This is how one should talk to people, he has learned. Not everyone is comfortable doing so, he also learned. Sometimes, Seungkwan says nothing, for he is afraid to annoy you away. There is no pleasure whatsoever in taking the night shift. The place is already dull by day, but by night it reaches a new dimension of boredom. Sure, it pays a bit better, but it is not worth it. Since he is not asked anyway, and he does not get to choose his shifts, Seungkwan tries to prize the strays of light in this fog of ennui. First, the night regulars seem to like him better than the day ones. He likes to think they enjoy his enthusiasm and maybe it is one of the reasons they keep coming and ordering there. The other one is you. Although now you are not at all like a light ray and more of a far away storm, high at sea.

Seungkwan would’ve liked it better if had you unleashed hell upon him. Before you used to not talk to him, but it felt more like you were shy, or reserved. Or merely didn’t know what to say, which is a very understandable feeling when you’re still at work at two in the morning five days a week. It didn’t feel awkward. Well, it sometimes felt a bit awkward, but not in the bad way. Now… Now you’re very obviously pretending he is not there, and Seungkwan wants to cry. All of it is his fault. Chan only called to you because of his rambling. I would have called her anyway. I like her. She’s my weird work friend. It’s unbearable. He jumps when Chan drops his fork on his plate with a loud clunk.

I’ll make it up. I can fix this. The eldest doesn’t look up from his meal. Chan wants to rip his own eyes and scream. With her. Inquisitive and tired eyes shoot up. I’m gonna do something about it.

Wha- Wha- Chan, there’s no fixing it, what are you talking about ? She comes to work every day with a bag which I’m sure is full of necessary stuff. You know what that means. I know what that means. She obviously know what that means. There is no fiwing this.

I know, I know. I don’t mean- Deep breathe. I know I can’t fix everything, obviously. But I’m going to apologize to her, and she’ll talk to you. And, well. It’s going to work. Seungkwan shrugs. He says nothing more until he leaves for work.

Chan slumps into the sofa. He’s fucked up big this time. It sucks. He really is a fool. Living one day at a time, he’s lost perspective. He has even forgotten why his life is like that in the first place. How could he be so careless? He’s a fly. Well, all of you are flies. Clearly, you’ve managed to get out the web and he has brought you back into it. Chan’s a fool. He stands up in a sigh, put on his shoes and goes back to the Dreamy Drivin’.

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The Courting From Eddie's Dad (1963 ).

In respect on Papa's Day Month this June, I intended to share the Best ONE HUNDRED Many Popular Daddy and also Daughter Dancing Tunes of all time. For all the daddy's women available, try cooking your father a pie to commemorate his birthday. Papa I hope that you might lucky the reader along with faith as well as affirm this message to all of them in the coming full weeks. I desire to commend The lord for this man and also to offer my daddy toughness via my appreciation as well as adoration from him. I constantly woke up after Dad Xmas had actually been and a full Xmas equipping was actually left on my mattress. Find out just how you may catch the mental disturbance during the expertise from the mommy along with the father (if you are certainly not the father-to-be). Kids of the millennium seem to become much less absorbed by accounts from pearly white fairies, Father brown X-mas as well as the Sleep. A dad may really want favors but specially increasing little ones to wrongly flatter is bad parenting. He was birthed right within this metropolitan area, where he resided all his lifestyle, during the wonderful crash. Naval force Pastor Carey Cash, who is actually the excellent grandnephew of fabulous performer Johnny Money, talked to the participants from his regiment if they intended to discover what this suggests to adhere to Christ. This may look like it is actually a strange option at first, however this was actually a tune that the bride-to-be's father will perform to his little ones when they would certainly go to bed in the evening. Certainly not up until several centuries later, up until the extremely early 20th century in the United States, existed any type of written records of managed or even show and tells from love toward one's papa. If you are actually looking extra for an electronic camera that takes excellent photos rather than looking at the video, you could want this. The father puts on the birthday celebration women 1st set of high heels as well as dancings the march with her while 14 housemaids as well as 14 boys likewise dance together with them. An example eulogy for a daddy could consist of a narrative regarding an unforgettable fishing expedition or even a funny event. I would certainly additionally like to recognize which from Cristiano Ronaldo's leading 10 guidelines meant the most to you. This is your papa and also you rank from recognizing every thing about them. Listed below are some necessary and also special ideas you have to recognize when composing a groom father pep talk for your boy's exclusive wedding ceremony. Once more, allow me include a significant disclaimer that these ranking devices are actually extremely loosely based upon the Master Masters and their genuine stock selections would no question contrast substantially. Nyambura enjoyed Waiyaki very, but she failed to desire to break her father like her sibling carried out; Can't you find we can certainly not wed?.

Chris Gardner could be a wonderful rags to riches story however beyond all that, he is actually yet another inspiring father brown which was actually consistently there certainly for his kid. So I gave up. He is going to probably give up if you make that extremely tough for a dad to be a daddy. Sole bodily wardship need to be actually illegal. Henry don't forgets must get rid of the retail store's counter, which worked as his resting place, after helping his dad manage the store for 12 hours. The Star Online mentioned that Vkatalog.Pl PKR thanked Property Minister Datuk Seri Ahmad Zahid Hamidi and the Prisons Division for making it possible for Anwar to pay his last areas to his father brown.

My papa was an agnostic, my bro an agnostic and my mom was a fortune-teller. Nothing at all could chase after top folks out over the look of an inadequately always kept amenities. She was actually confined and also burglarized when her house was burgled in December 2007, her papa was severely defeated, as well as the tale produced headings in sporting activities updates around the globe.

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THE GOLDEN AGE HAS COME TO AN END. NOTHING LASTS FOREVER. WHO ARE THE SOVEREIGNS?

Dynamite Signs Ray Fawkes, Kyle Higgins, Aubrey Sitterson and Chuck Wendig! The Sovereigns #0 Launches with $1.00 Introductory-Priced, 48-Page #0 Issue!

January 24, 2017, Mt. Laurel, NJ: Dynamite Entertainment has published some of the most celebrated stories in the long history of the Turok, Solar, Magnus, and Doctor Spektor publications. Now, the publisher will introduce a new era for these long-running comic book staples with The Sovereigns #0, the oversized 48-page launch issue priced at $1.00 retail as the perfect jumping-on point for new readers!

This debut issue of The Sovereigns brings together one of the most talented teams of writers in comics, including core series writer Ray Fawkes (Wolverines, Robin: Son of Batman) and artist Johnny Desjardins (Justice League, Vampirella Strikes), plus additional stories from Aubrey Sitterson (Street Fighter X / G.I. Joe), Chuck Wendig (Star Wars: Aftermath, Hyperion), and Kyle Higgins (Mighty Morphin Power Rangers)!

The Sovereigns #0 is the beginning of an epic tale that will change everything you know about some of comicdom’s greatest and longest-tenured heroes! Apart, they’ve saved countless lives in hundreds of world-shattering conflicts. Together, they form a team that has protected the world in the past, present and future. Now, they will be reunited one last time to face a threat that will forever change their legacy and bring them face to face with their final destiny!

Writer Ray Fawkes says, “The Sovereigns is the story of all the legendary Gold Key characters at the apex of their careers as heroes — and at their moment of greatest crisis. It all begins and ends with Turok, King of the Lost Valley. It turns out his life and his kingdom are more important to the survival of the world than everybody knew.”

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“Sovereigns is everything I love about comics,” says Senior Editor Matt Idelson. “A huge, cosmic threat; heroes with incredible humanity yet differing from one another through their all-to-human quirks; and telling a story that both honors the rich history of some truly great characters while building something that first-time readers can enjoy is incredibly satisfying for me. Ray and Johnny are doing work you’re destined to slobber over.”

“The Turok you expect won’t necessarily be the Turok you expect. We’re taking the character in a different direction, and boy howdy, I think we’re going to drag him through Hell along the way,” says Chuck Wendig. “Getting to take an old character for a new spin is always a fun challenge, and Turok in particular, allows us to go gonzo – I think this is a story world ripe for action, adventure, and spectacular weirdness. This is not what came before, but the spirit of the character and the world remains. My goal is to bring in new fans, but also satisfy those who came before.”

“Doc Spektor is back and he’s younger, scuzzier and more self-destructive than ever before” says writer Aubrey Sitterson. “You’re going to see Doc banish malevolent spirits, tangle with subway shoggoths, attend rooftop parties with clans of warring fairies, summon demons and, most challenging of all, try to win back his fed-up girlfriend while sharing an apartment with a monstrous roommate. It’s more heavy metal than goth, and it’s the brutal, fun, soap operatic occult comic you’ve been waiting for.”

Writer Kyle Higgins says, “Magnus is a character with a rich history, and a premise that’s an absolute blast – how do you not love a guy who fights futuristic robots? When I’m looking at whether or not write an established character, the number one thing for me is how far we’re able to push things. Can we find an interesting, unique way in? Can we do something different with the concept, while still staying respectful to what’s come before? Dynamite has been tremendous in giving me a massive runway to flip things on their head and turn this into a book that’s very, very different. I’m having a blast, and can’t wait for people to see what the idea of a ‘robot fighter’ looks like in 2017.”

“When we first launched the Gold Key characters at Dynamite, we brought together some of the most talented writers and artists in the industry to set our interpretations apart,” says Dynamite CEO and Publisher, Nick Barrucci. “Now with The Sovereigns, we have done it again, to introduce something unlike anything that has ever come before. We are working with four incredible writers that we have never worked with before to build this new world, and have such incredible faith in the series that we’re launching it at the introductory price of $1.00 for 48 pages to ensure we can get the series into the most hands possible via retailers!”

The dramatic cover artwork to The Sovereigns #0 will be provided by the talented Stephen Segovia (Titans). Three special “Sneak Peek” variant covers are available as retailer incentives, including artwork by Desjardins, Segovia, and Philip Tan (Suicide Squad), respectively.

About Dynamite Entertainment:

Dynamite was founded in 2004 and is home to several best-selling comic book titles and properties, including The Boys, The Shadow, Red Sonja, Warlord of Mars, Bionic Man, A Game of Thrones, and more. Dynamite owns and controls an extensive library with over 3,000 characters (which includes the Harris Comics and Chaos Comics properties), such as Vampirella, Pantha, Evil Ernie, Smiley the Psychotic Button, Chastity, and Peter Cannon: Thunderbolt. In addition to their critically-acclaimed titles and bestselling comics, Dynamite works with some of the most high profile creators in comics and entertainment, including Kevin Smith, Alex Ross, Neil Gaiman, Andy Diggle, John Cassaday, Garth Ennis, Jae Lee, Marc Guggenheim, Mike Carey, Jim Krueger, Greg Pak, Brett Matthews, Matt Wagner, Gail Simone, Steve Niles, James Robinson, and a host of up-and-coming new talent. Dynamite is consistently ranked in the upper tiers of comic book publishers and several of their titles – including Alex Ross and Jim Krueger’s Project Superpowers – have debuted in the Top Ten lists produced by Diamond Comics Distributors. In 2005, Diamond awarded the company a GEM award for Best New Publisher and another GEM in 2006 for Comics Publisher of the Year (under 5%) and again in 2011. The company has also been nominated for and won several industry awards, including the prestigious Harvey and Eisner Awards.

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THE SOVEREIGNS FROM DYNAMITE ENTERTAINMENT REIMAGINES LEGENDARY GOLD KEY HEROES THE GOLDEN AGE HAS COME TO AN END. NOTHING LASTS FOREVER. WHO ARE THE SOVEREIGNS?

#Comic Book #Dynamite Entertainment #Gold Key #Magnus Robot Fighter #Solar #Turok

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pastramination · 8 years ago

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Turok, Solar, Magnus and More Lead the Charge in The Sovereigns this April

By Staff Reports

Dynamite Entertainment has published some of the most celebrated stories in the long history of the Turok, Solar, Magnus, and Doctor Spektor publications. Now, the publisher will introduce a new era for these long-running comic book staples with The Sovereigns #0, the oversized 48-page launch issue priced at $1.00 retail as the perfect jumping-on point for new readers!

The Sovereigns will be solicited in Diamond Comic Distributors’ February 2017 Previews catalog, the premier source of merchandise for the comic book specialty market, and slated for release in April. Comic book fans are encouraged to reserve copies with their local comic book retailers. The Sovereigns will also be available for individual customer purchase through digital platforms courtesy of Comixology, Dynamite Digital, iVerse, and Dark Horse Digital. #gallery-0-4 { margin: auto; } #gallery-0-4 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 50%; } #gallery-0-4 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-0-4 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

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About Dynamite Entertainment:

The Sovereigns from Dynamite Entertainment Re-imagines Legendary Gold Key Heroes @dynamitecomics @rayfawkes @aubreysitterson @kyledhiggins Turok, Solar, Magnus and More Lead the Charge in The Sovereigns this April By Staff Reports…

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teewritessmth · 1 year ago

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~~Fragmented Affection Part 02~~

Kenny x f! reader

Summary : After splitting with your shitty ex, you seek comfort in your best friend Kenny. But are you two just friends?

Warnings : smut, breastplay, blowjobs, cum, safe sex

You ring his doorbell and within seconds he opens his door wide with the biggest smile on his face.

"Hey Kenny".

You greet him and wrap your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your torso and breathes in your scent.

"Hey beautiful, thank you for coming."

Your face flushes as you remember the nickname he used to call you all the time. It's been a while he said that, so it made you feel a little giddy inside.

Kenny holds you by your wrist and gently leads to you to his table.

"Did you bring your TV in the kitchen, Ken?"

"Uh yeah...I thought maybe we could watch your favorite show while we ate so we don't have awkward pauses during dinner."

Your heart burst at his gesture, he was such a sweetheart.

"Are you the cutest?".

"I'm afraid I might be."

He pinches your cheeks and pulls your chair for you.

The rest of the dinner goes by in a flash. Kenny either making small jokes about the characters or adding his own character to the show. You stomach hurt from laughter as you lay in his couch, watching him bring his TV back to the correct place. You smile at him and give him a backhug.

Kenny stiffens a little bit but reciprocates your hug and gently kisses your forehead. You nuzzle into his chest and hold him tight.

"I love you Kenny" "I love you Y/n"

Both of you immediately let go of the hug and look at each other, eyes wide. No way you said that the same time he did.

"Y/n?"

"You're explaining first"

"Fine, sit down."

He let's out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"Y/n, you've been a great friend to me all these years. But recently, I've felt so much more for you. Everytime I call you, you're there. You're laughter is like music to me. My jokes are effortlessly funny when I say them to you. I've never felt anything this deep for anyone I have ever met."

Your eyes water. The man in front of you had bared his heart out to you and you couldn't even form coherent words for him.

"K-Ken".

That's all you say before you get into his lap and kiss him.

He returns your kiss with the same urgency, combing his fingers through your hair. You held his face and kissed him deeper, your tongue gently caressing his.

No words were exchanged as you slid his shirt off him and traced his abs. He took off your top and helped you out of your pants, leaving you in your undergarments.

You dropped to you knees as you palmed him through his shorts, feeling his hard member through his shorts.

He helps you take off his pants followed with his boxers as you push him back to the couch. He lets out a small laugh and caresses your cheek as you kneel infront of him.

"You're so pretty".

You blush and slowly stroke his dick, licking gently at the head. He lets out a gasp and makes a ponytail with your hair in his hand. You give him a long lick from his base and envelope your mouth around him, loving the way his head falls back at the sensation.

You bob your head faster, trying to fit all of him inside your mouth and pull back with a 'pop' sound.

You hear him suck in a breath and look at you confused.

You climb up to his lap and whisper in his ear-

"Finish in me first, then finish in my mouth whenever you want".

He groans and attacks your neck with kisses and unclasps your bra. You toss it aside as his big hands cup your boobs and leave kisses on them. He takes a nipple in his mouth and gently sucks on it, fondling the other one with his free hand. You feel goosebumps across your body as he switches to the other boob, giving it the same treatment.

You line the tip of his dick to your entrance as you slowly sink down on him, gasping and moaning by how well he stretched you out.

"K-Kenny, please fuck me".

That being said, he holds you steady by your hips and thrusts upwards into you.

You lean towards him, pulling him closer to you as you ride him reaching closer to your orgasm.

He spills inside you with a groan the same time you cum around his dick. Your thighs shake due to the intensity of your orgasm and Kenny picks you up, carrying you into his bedroom.

After a quick clean up session, you two hold each other and talk about all the times you've felt strongly for each other. Kenny keeps on kissing your face like a million times but hey, you didn't mind.

Throughout the course of the night, that man fucked you on his couch, on his bed and in his shower when you woke up the next day.

Truly the most affectionate man you'll ever come across against.

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Male Carrie White x Supernatural Male Reader

Mostly something wholesome cause Carrie deserves better<33

Male! Carrie White x Supernatural S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Imagine young Johnny Depp with dirty blonde hair for the male Carrie (Or someone else if you would like.)

Backstory: You're a transfer student, to this school and see a boy getting bullied, but you notice something remakable about him, and you can't help but take an interest.

Carey, let out a sigh, as he traced the bruise along his wrist, his father was much rougher than the usual.

"Hey! Boner boy, cmere!" Chris Hargensen called out with a chuckle, recalling Carey's embarrassing moment in the locker room, and when Carey got his first-ever boner which freaked him out. Carey held his head down afraid to meet the gaze of his tormentor.

Sitting from afar, you looked on at the scene in curiosity, why wasn't anyone helping the guy? He was clearly getting bullied, by some asshat and his fellow 'gang'.

As you were about to get up and confront the guys, Carey did something unexpected, "Leave me, ALONE!" he screamed out, the trays of food around his scattering, without anything or anyone touching them.

"Nice, freaky magic trick-" Chris bit back about to throw a punch. Suddenly you muttered incoherent words, as Chris began to scream out in horror, as he saw all sorts of bugs crawl on his arms.

Everyone looked in confusion at why he was screaming as they saw nothing, happening but he began to scratch at his arms before the bugs suddenly flashed away.

"I-I- T-There---wa-s--Everywhere!" Chris couldn't make out a sentence, because he was shaken up.

Carey suddenly tilted his head towards you, to see you giving a warm smile. Carey quickly rushed away, making sure to sling his bag around his arm.

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Splashing his face with water, Carey let out a deep sigh of relief after he got away from all prying eyes. He looked in front of the mirror, before squinting his eyes and remembering the locker room incident.

The mirror suddenly cracked, making him fall backward on his butt. "Are you alright?" You asked looking down at the guy.

"I-I didn't-....didn't do that-..." Carey spoke unsure of what he was even saying. "It's alright...I understand.." You trailed off, helping Carey up as he looked at your hand with a blush, before quickly taking it. Carey felt his legs wobble as he was about to fall again before you pulled him into his chest.

You patted his soft hair trying to comfort him, making him a spluttering shy mess, "I-I- My...father- says, I'm not....suppose to get---To-to close to a guy- b-because its a sin!" Carey cried out, not wanting ever for his father to find out he hugged a guy, even though it felt nice.

"Does, your father...hit you because of these...'sins'." You asked noticing, the bruise on his collar bone, because of his disheveled shirt.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask such personal things..." You spoke gently noticing how hesitant he was.

"But, I really ment it when I said I understand...May I see your wrist?" You asked out, as he shakily handed you his bruised wrist.

Your big hand traced his bruise before muttering a small spell. The bruise suddenly vanished and healed.

Carey looked at his wrist and then you with interest as he gave a small smile, knowing that he wasn't truly alone with having strange gifts.

"Thank...you." He mumbled out, his stutter slightly calming down.

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Over the past months, you have been showing Carey more spells, and healing him a lot recently, both of you growing closer and closer.

However, you couldn't fathom how a father like Carey's would hurt him to such an extent all for what, region? It pained you to see him like that, but you did manage to deal with his bullies...or so you thought.

Today was prom day, Carey was the one who asked you, much to your immense surprise.

"And prom king- is- Carey white!" The lady spoke with a smile, you looked around, in confusion, this was strange, no one truly hung out with Carey or wanted to be his friend except you...

"Don't." You spoke to Carey as he was about to go onto the stage, You pulled him close into your arms as you peered down at him, "Why..?" He slowly spoke not knowing the suspicion you had.

"It's just too strange..." You gently whispered in his ear as he clung close to you.

You held him in your arms, not intending to let him go, "Ok..." He responded trusting you as his heart began to beat loudly.

"Kiss me.." Carey slowly muttered overcoming his silence. You pulled him into a gentle kiss.

"I don't wanna go home," Carey nearly cried in your chest, tired of hiding his love for you, tired of getting hit by his father because of his love for you.

"Home is the place where you are loved and welcome, so your coming home with me." A smile stretched on your face as he hugged you tightly.

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