#knocked this one out in a few hours and I shockingly really like it!!

[alchemistc]

Tommy ignores the knock at his door. He's in day three pajamas and the only person who might make the effort to check in on him is his exes best friend. Which.

The knocking continues.

It's getting louder.

There's a Kings game on in the background and he's been elbow deep in the Jeep manual he'd finally cracked open in some sort of weird, fucked up pattern of mourning.

Tommy's never gonna buy a fucking Jeep. He hates them. You own one for more than five years and more than half the parts are replacement parts.

He's been staring at a diagram of the timing belt for half an hour, at least. The last thing he remembers about the game is Kuemper letting in three goals on five shots and somehow the Kings are up two, now, and there's still 25 minutes of game time left.

Tommy reaches for the remote. Turns the volume up.

The knocking returns less than a minute later.

---

There's a box of odds and ends tucked under the table in his entryway. He avoids looking at it. He knows there are a few things missing from it and he really doesn't want to examine what he'll have to do to avoid giving it to Eddie tonight. He cut the cords, he shouldn't be lingering watching the frayed edges sway in the wind, clutching his line like there's anything braced on the other side of it.

Evan's oldest, softest LAFD hoodie, the one that's technically too small for both of them but has stretched shockingly evenly and is definitely not sitting unwashed at the bottom of Tommy's laundry basket. The program from a recital of Denny's they'd stopped by to support him for, on their way out of town for a long weekend. Evan's stupid keto bread and the milk frother he'd left behind three months ago and never bothered to grab because he had more than one.

Whoever is at his door is still fucking knocking, and suddenly Tommy doesn't feel like being polite. He'll shove the box in Eddie's arms and tell him to fuck off and close the last few remaining open doors he has to this.

Only when he swings the door wide it's not Eddie on the other side, and the box nearly takes out whatever Evan - Buck, Jesus Christ - has in his own arms.

Not a Tommy box - too small for all the shit that he'd left behind. He misses the house slippers that had had a permanent spot tucked under the left side of the bed.

Tommy flinches, reels away, tries to shove the box away before Buck can see its contents.

"What are you doing here?" Even tone. No quiver in his voice. He's been called rude and dismissive for less.

Buck scowls. Hefts the rectangular dish in his hands and shoves past Tommy before Tommy can blink.

It's silly to say he chases after him, down the hallway towards the kitchen, but he's not exactly following along behind at a casual leisurely pace.

The glass pan slams down on his kitchen counter and Buck spends a minute staring at the calendar he was only getting two months out of because he couldn't look at the one with all Buck's notes penned in anymore.

"Wow," Buck says, and shifts his weight awkwardly.

"What are you -?"

"Jee and I made you birthday cupcakes," Buck says. His voice is hard. Angry. Hurt. "Happy birthday, asshole."

---

He cracks the lid and there are only three cupcakes inside. Tommy forgets himself. Raises a brow, amusement rolling over him pleasantly, prepared to tease him, but then he catches the set of Buck's legs and the curl of his mouth and the tight way his arm tucks itself back in against his belly, a protective gesture that reminds Tommy very effectively what this is.

"Why?" Tommy wonders aloud, and Evan's scowl deepens.

Buck's scowl.

God.

"We've been planning it for weeks." Something flashes across his eyes before he schools his features. "Jee made me promise to bring you some."

"She must not be a skilled baker," Tommy jokes. "If these are the only ones that made it."

Evan's expression twists. "I ate most of them."

The frosting looks fresh. No creases in the paper cup holding them together.

"I had to make a new batch of frosting because I used some of it for -." He cuts himself off. Looks like he'd like to throw it in Tommy's face but can't quite force himself to hurt Tommy.

It hurts as much as he'd expected, anyway.

The world is a small place. It's not the first time he's had to speak to an ex when he didn't want to. It's never pleasant.

This is worse. The cut and run is supposed to give him time.

Evan Buckley has been an ache behind his ribcage for months, now, long before he'd made that final decision. He'd known it was too little too late. Buck's gonna be the shadow other men see behind his eyes for years.

Buck's apparently found and slept with someone within the week and a half span from Tommy walking out to his sad shitty mopey birthday.

That he'd forgotten about.

Tommy leans in. Picks up a cupcake. Licks a stripe through the frosting and makes a face when he realizes it's buttercream.

"The ones you were supposed to get had the whipped cream one you like," Buck says, accusingly.

That somehow stings just a little bit extra.

Tommy pulls back the paper, takes a bite. There's raspberry filling inside, and Tommy can feel tears prickling at the edges of his eyes, because when he'd told Evan about how his grandma baked he'd been thinking of Evan being a grandparent, the kind of shit he'd forbidden himself from imagining with anyone he was dating years ago.

"Thank you," he manages, and Buck frowns.

"He thought the whipped cream was too sweet." And Tommy probably deserves this but he's not particularly in the mood.

"Cut it out, Buck."

Buck rolls his jaw. "I just figured you'd wanna know how it's going. Maybe I could tally up the hookups for you, count them all up by gender and stamina and opinions on how I should feel and act and fall for someone. Find out if I'm actually gay enough to be a man's last."

---

The rest of the cupcake kind of collapses and oozes as Tommy smacks it down on the counter. He takes thirty seconds to pull the other two cupcakes out before he's grabbing the too-large fake Pyrex and turning heel. The keto bread goes in the pan. Then the milk frother.

Tommy yanks the recital program off the fridge and tosses it in the trash.

Buck almost looks triumphant.

"The box under the side table has the rest. You can see yourself out."

He actually does exactly as he's told, and Tommy listens to his footsteps drift off, shoulders hunched in and the breath tight in his throat. He'd been cruel, it was only fair Buck got a few final kicks in.

Tommy sucks in a breath and blinks away the moisture at the edges of his vision.

The footsteps take a heel turn at the side table and turn right back around.

"This isn't everything."

Tommy half expects some panned comment about how Tommy's got his heart - the kind of silly shit he'd say to a dead outlaw.

"My sweatshirt," Buck says, and Tommy freezes.

He could lie. He could pretend he had no idea where it was. Claim he didn't remember it even being here, because that particular piece of clothing did have a tendency to travel.

He doesn't fucking want to hand that one over.

Buck smirks, like he's caught the crack, and is looking for ways to exploit it.

"I own my own house!" Tommy says, and it's a terrible launching point but Buck latches on.

"You just left, Tommy! I know I jumped the gun, Tommy, but you didn't even - you just left! I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry I didn't know I was into men until you. I'm sorry you had to be my first, I'm sure that must have been such a burden for you."

"That's not fair."

"You didn't even give me a chance. That was - I'm so angry with you, Tommy. I'm so fucking mad."

"I know."

"But that's what you planned for, right? That's - you ripped the bandaid, Tommy, except there's a whole fucking untreated stab wound right underneath and it's still bleeding, Tommy."

"Did you even make this round of cupcakes with your niece?" It's better to keep his family's names out of his mouth. Just keep those ties cut.

Buck looks livid. "No, you idiot, I whipped up a tiny batch of this recipe just for the excuse to see you and - and tell you what a stupid, awful coward you are."

"That's not f-." He isn't sure whether Buck is being facetious about the small batch thing or not. He doesn't have any time to think about it.

"My sister and Chim are having another baby. Bobby and Athena are probably gonna host Christmas this year. Eddie shaved off the mustache and he's, like, dancing now, I guess. Hen and Karen are good for the first time in -." He shakes his head. Stares at Tommy. Tommy can't quite hide from that gaze. "We were good, Tommy. We were - you loved me."

He'd never said the words. Neither had Evan, but they'd both known. Both felt it. Tommy let it go too far, did it scared for longer than he usually would.

"It's not like that just went away when I walked out, Evan," Tommy hisses, and then regrets it immediately.

Evan has spent most of this visit pushing, pressing, digging fingers into the wound to make it hurt.

Evan goes silent now, reeling back a little. He seems shocked that Tommy had admitted it.

"I want you to go," Tommy says. "I need you to go, Buck."

It was the right dagger the first time, but apparently it's only effective once.

"I love you too, you know." His voice is soft. Tommy can't meet his eye. "And I hate you. I hate you even though I know that's what you wanted but I love you too much to not hate you out of spite."

Tommy knows if he caves it's done. He's signing himself over to whatever fucked thing will end them a week, a month, five years, two decades from now.

"Go home, Buck. Hate me there."

---

He goes in for the kill.

"I called Abby, two nights ago."

Right for the jugular. No survivors.

"She laughed for like twenty minutes, and then she tried to get me to chat about our sex life for comparison, and then she was shocked silent for a full minute when I wouldn't." Because Evan had always been a little too open about those details. "She also told me she forgave you but she doesn't think you ever forgave yourself."

Tommy agrees. For all that they'd been terrible for each other, they'd known how the hell to take care of one another like no one's business.

"I want you to go," Tommy says, steady, quiet, nearly a snark for how deep his voice goes to hide the tremor in it.

Buck cocks a hip against the doorframe. "I want my sweatshirt."

The breath that escapes him is shaky, but her think he hides most of it behind the hand over his face, the finger pinched at the bridge of his nose.

"I can't do this."

"Exactly how many men and women do I have to fuck before you believe the future I'm looking at is with you?"

"All of them! None! It was a stupid thing to say and it's not what I meant and I can't do this."

Buck spins on his heel. Grabs the box he'd set aside and hefts it up into his arms. "I'm coming back for my sweatshirt," he says. "You let me know whether you want to talk about the data points of the sexuality spreadsheet or about us."

"There is no us, Buck." His voice sounds defeated even to himself.

"If that was true you'd just give me the stupid sweater and be done."

Tommy sits in silence. He does not get up to retrieve the hoodie. Buck is still angry, but his smile is wide and bashful.

Tommy listens to his footsteps trail down the hall, towards the door, out of it. He hears the Jeep's ignition catch, the wheels roll off the drive.

He realizes he'd left the goddamn Jeep manual open on the timing belt page, right there on his side table where he'd pointed out the things he wanted Evan to take to clear him from his life.

---

There is someone knocking at his door.

Tommy doesn't quite ignore it.

He hid the sweatshirt in one of his toolbox drawers when Evan texted him this morning to let him know he'd be over with a six pack and a pot of chili.

There's a zero percent chance Evan's getting that sweatshirt back, tonight.

[neverthoughtofit]

It's Always The Little Things |2|

|Pairings|: Wednesday Addams x Fem!reader

|Warnings|: Talks of death of a character.

|Note|: I'm not a native English speaker, so it would be great if you would tell me where I went wrong.

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It wasn’t clear if you wanted to talk or just to run away from her. You were too embarrassed to even look at her. Wednesday was too focused on her failure, after all, she couldn’t stop a shadower from getting away. You both were self-loathing yourself but from different perspectives. That’s the major difference between you both. She is ready to give up anything if it means her success and you on the other hand will wait, and think for hours before settling on a decision.

The night was getting darker, the cold gusts of wind made their way inside your clothes, making you shiver a little. Wednesday has always loved the dark, gloomy weather; however, she has not enjoyed it with someone else. “How much more time till Nevermore?” you asked as your hands found their way into your warm pockets. “Quiet a long way, we can continue tomorrow” She stopped in her way and paused “Start a fire?” you nodded and replied “You rest, I’ll get the logs”

She saw you disappear deeper into the woods as she waited for you outside. She leaned backward to a tree as her body slipped to the ground. Her body was still hurting but she didn’t want you to know about it. She slightly groaned in pain and touched the wound on her abdomen slightly. It is getting worse. She felt something pushing on her head. It felt heavy.

You grabbed some grass and a couple of logs, and stones, hoping to start a fire, you went back to her. As you saw her lying by the tree, it made something in your heart hurt. Is she okay? “Hey, you okay?” you asked softly as you knelt in front of her. She nodded once and her head went back to relax. You gave her an upside-down smile and rubbed the stone together to start a fire. It took a few minutes but eventually, the spark was there to light up. You sat beside Wednesday, shoulders almost brushing hers.

“How do you know how to do this wild stuff?” she asked. You sighed and let your head fall on the tree and look towards the sky. “Me and Alice - my sister- used to camp like this, she taught me everything about how to start a fire and make a poultice.” You took in a deep breath for a pause. “We used to play a game where she was a patient and I used to treat her” You smiled at the memories with Alice and continued “But then when she was really in pain, I just couldn’t save her” Tears made your way to your eyes as you looked down at your fingers. It reminded you how you held Alice's hand tightly whenever you were scared.

You were too consumed in your past; not knowing Wednesday was watching you talk. She was listening to every word you said. How you talked. You felt a cold hand on your cheek, wiping your salty tears. “I don’t like tears,” she said when you looked at her shockingly. You looked down, scared to catch her eye. By the time your head was light, you had already fallen asleep.

The bright sunlight made its way to Wednesday’s face. She lightly scrunched her eyes and opened her eyes fully. She felt a weight on her left shoulder. You were comfortably sleeping on her. Your breaths were evened out since the last night. She had finally looked at you at peace. No worries on your face, she wouldn’t admit it to someone else but, she has never looked at someone so beautiful while sleeping. She rested her shoulders and it made it easier for you. You leaned in more in the crook of her neck subconsciously. She would’ve knocked out anyone else in this situation but you. She couldn’t comprehend why she didn’t wake you up. Your cold breaths were comforting to her neck.

She has seen many mornings but has never considered one as a good one. This might be an exception, but who knows.

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[aelinschild]

Paradigm; side by side

˙✧˖ March 1st: Morning

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SYNOPSIS: Storms often come after the sun. WORDCOUNT: 620 WARNINGS: none!

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There was a lulling of delayed movement, calm strokes repeated endlessly. 

Just outside of the rolled-down window, wind passing by in a gentle caress. Twisting and twining her hair, braiding it together by the hand of nature. Glaring off the water and reflected in burnished irises. The sun had only begun its slow trek across the sky.

Great strokes of pinks and oranges, bright as a summer garden. Weaving in, out, around clouds heavy from a misty evening. 

Her fingers tapped a unconscious beat on the steering wheel, gold heirloom rings clicking gently. Warmed from the heat of the blood pulsing under fair skin; soaking up the dregs of sunlight as it passes through her car. 

Aelin was less nervous now than she was at the beginning of her trip. Setting off before her sleeping city rose, closing doors and locking them with a finality that shook her hands. Counting steps, breaths, blinks. Everything that she was, left on the cold pavement. Watching in acquiescence, cool indifference behind it. 

The heat of the now rising sun warmed the piece of her she had forgotten of. 

From her last stop on the great stretch of highway, she could estimate the time to her destination. Minutes, now. A map highlighted with cherished stationary sat beside her, a companion in spirit. Alongside the rest of her worldly possessions, sprawling from the small space of the boot. 

Time was passing differently, like shedding the weight of a clocks hand, replacing it with a shadow. Flowing naturally, unhurried in all aspects. There was no urge to choke the seconds out, to pause the current to admire the sea. Aelin felt the change in her bones, just as the scene from her fantasies appeared.

A cottage by the sea. 

Two weeks ago, there was an explicit end. She had to be out, out, out. Her small apartment in the city was no longer hers, the lease trickling away, exchanging her for someone new. She had nowhere to go. That was until she found Rowan. 

The advert was… unfortunate. Lacked the geniality one would assume came with a seaside cottage. Each picture was slightly askew, just a fraction off its axis. Snapped like an afterthought. Described in clinical terms; two bedroom, two bathroom, small kitchen, and good outdoor space. 

The woman – Rowan – was kind enough. The rent was shockingly economical. A deal far too good to be true, Aelin had thought. No chance this was really an opportunity that had just… appeared for her. So, she had sought out the catch. 

But, there was none.

Rowan had been straightforward in her communication, expectations, and dealings. And days later Aelin had boxed her life away, tucked into a rusting car. Enough cash for the first few months of rent, and a box of pastries and some wildflowers as a thank-you gift. 

Stood before the seafoam coloured front door, surrounded by a weather worn wrap-around porch, her mind wandered. Imagining herself out here, sat under the sky as it danced through its emotive number. Scribbling away in notebooks, listening to the ruffle of the grass. Living in step with a mighty beast, watching its crawl up the surf. Following its retreat.

Too good to be true. 

She had knocked, had texted an hour ago that she would be on the final leg of the journey. Hand clasped soundly around the wildflowers, the smell of jam scones. The pitter-patter of footsteps rose. They sounded… heavier? 

Just as Aelin had moved to peer into the open window, curtains pushed back, seafoam shifted to cotton, shifted to a man. 

“Aelin,” He spoke, voice like a storm crashing on the rocks of a forsaken shore, “You’re earlier than I had expected. Come in.”

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[lfghughes]

Can’t Make Any Promises pt.2

a/n: once again i just kind of got carried away with my writing but for all my peeps that wanted a second part

Trevor

Jamies sister had left, leaving him to be the one to tell his best friend what exact he had just asked of his older sister. Not that it really mattered because she had said yes for the first time in all the times he had asked. Plus it wasn’t a secret that Trevor had been crushing on her, he never hid his flirting even when Jamie was around but he wasn’t sure if Jamie understood that it’s not just his usual flirty self that he was pretty sure he had actual feelings for her.

When Jamie pulled in Trevor definitely felt slightly more nervous than he had a hour back. “Hey man, did my sister pass by?” Jamie asked and Trevor nodded his head. “She sure did, she already headed out but actually I did want to run something by you real quick.” At that Trevor cleared his throat, the nerves coming up. “You asked her out on a date again, didn’t you?” Trevors jaw dropped a little. “She told me all the other times you did. I’m guessing she finally gave you a yes?” 

Trevor just nodded his head, was his best friend about to hate him now. “I mean I’m cool with it but if you decide you don’t like her and break her heart we’re going to have a problem.” Well that was comforting at least but Trevor wasn’t really worried about that. Now he just had to get ready for this date.

Readers P.O.V

You knew that Jamie wouldn’t be too bothered by it. Your brother had actually told you a few times before to give Trevor a chance and your only excuse was the age thing which shockingly he also did not understand. Maybe it was a guy thing. Anyways now you were getting ready for this date and you had to admit you were a little excited about it even if that small insecurity was still sticking in the back of your mind.

When there was a knock on your door you knew it was time to go and you had decided on a casual but cute outfit since it was just dinner and a movie. When you opened the door you were a little surprised at the fact that Trevor was there holding a small bouquet of flowers. “I stopped and got these for you. If you’re allergic or hate them though I can just toss them.” There was an edge of nervousness to his voice and you thought that was cute. “No, they’re beautiful thanks.”

The dinner had gone a lot better than you expected and you two talked about a variety of different things. It was actually pretty nice to talk to Trevor one on one without your brother there. The conversations were a lot less about hockey which you slightly appreciated. You had to admit this was one of the best dates you had gone on in a long while. The movie part was just as good except you craved talking to him a little more but because of the movie you weren’t able to.

It was pretty disappointing as the night came to an end because it had been a good time and now you were both standing on your front porch. “So any chance there could be a second date?” Trevor asked and there was a hopeful gleam to his eye. A small sigh left your lips “Trevor this was really nice but this still doesn’t change where we are in life. You’re young and you still have your party phase left and I’m just not there anymore, I’m more in the stage of settling down.” You wished that it could be a different story but you knew it wasn’t.

“Who says I’m not ready for all that same stuff. I had to grow up fast and I’m not some college kid. I have a secure job, I pay all my own bills, and I’m not looking to be out at some frat party every night. It’s a four year difference between us that’s it.” A sigh fell from your lips again and you knew he meant every word he said. “If you’re serious about it, I’d like to keep seeing where this could go.” You whispered to him and a small smile filled his lips. His hand went gently to the side of your cheek “Can I?” He asked and you nodded your head. He leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss before pulling away. “Maybe tomorrow you can come over? I’ll cook us both dinner. Your brother already has plans so it’ll just be the two of us.” You nodded your head a second time, looks like there would be a second date after all.

[sparkles-and-trash]

When Keigo was 16 he kept getting in trouble with his handler at the Commission and gets sent to «voulenteer» at an animal shelter.

It started when he pierced his own ears, then he dyed his hair bright red to match his wings, and when he finally got busted reading files he had no business reading his handler put their foot down.

However, Keigo was rarely allowed outside of the Commission on his own, and secretley he looked forwards to a few hours without handlers and in company of some cute animals.

He hadn’t had the chance to meet many, but he goes in with a positive attitude as always!

What he didn’t expect was just how freaking attached he would get to the little creatures.

Not just the cute puppies and kittens, but the wildlife ones who were there for treatment as well.

He cried for the first time in years when he and the vet running the shelter released a now healthy possum that he’d gotten especially attached to.

After a while Keigo was allowed to run the night shift himself, as there was nothing to do besides keeping watch, and Keigo were just two years away from being a full fledged pro hero anyways.

He’s a little nervous the first night, but he truly has no reason to, because it all goes well.

Until there is a president knock on the door, that is.

Keigo knows there could be people coming in with animals all times of the night, so he sharpens a feather and carefully opens the door to peek out.

It’s hard to see the person outside properly because of the rain and the dark, but it’s clear that whoever it is isn’t bigger than Keigo, and is holding something gently in his arms, so Keigo opens the door.

The person stumbles inside on shaky legs, and Keigo is shocked to see it’s a boy, probably around his own age, gently cradling what looks a lot like a baby racoon.

The boy himself is wearing a oversized, ragged, and most of all wet hoodie, and his skin is shockingly pale, his turquoise eyes standing out in stark contrast to his pale skin and white hair.

He was kinda really pretty.

Also really skinny, pale and shaky, but most of all, pretty.

After a little back and fourth between them, mostly consisting of Keigo trying to understand the pretty boy’s raspy, quiet voice, but after a while Keigo has the raccoon in a warm and safe cage and have called the owner of the shelter.

Just as he’s about to turn around and thank the stranger, he realizes with a sinking feeling that the boy has already left.

Luckily, it doesn’t take that long until Keigo gets a second chance.

Two nights later, a familiar knock on the door makes Keigo’s wings fluff up and he excitedly runs for the door.

Once again the pretty boy is standing there, this time he’s carrying a small cardboard box filled with way too young kittens.

«Someone just left them,» the boy says in that quiet voice of his, and Keigo’s heart squeezes.

«I got it,» Keigo say with as much reassurance he could muster, and as he took the box from the boy he noticed just how thin and freezing his hands were.

Keigo had a feeling the boy wasn’t keen on accepting any charity, and the last thing he wanted to do was scare him off again, but luckily he thinks quick.

«Could you help me with them? Just for a few hours!»

The boy looks startled, but after a few beats he finally nods.

So together, the boys carefully warm up the tiny kittens, feed them some bottled milk, and make sure there’s no visible injuries on them.

When the sun starts rising, the boy gets antsy, and Keigo tells him it’s okay if he needs to leave.

«I could use your help again tonight you know?» Keigo adds shyly as they’re about to part in the doorway.

The boy looked up trough his fringe, meeting Keigo’s eyes straight on.

«Really?»

Keigo smiled.

«Yeah! They’re a lot of work, and it gets really lonley here at night anyways.»

The boy nodded slowly.

«I’ll try my best,» he said hoarsly, and Keigo nodded.

«One last thing?» Keigo added nervously.

«Yeah?» the boy asked, already halfway out the door.

«What’s your name?»

The boy looked paniced for a second, before he whispered the answer.

«It’s Touya.»

Keigo beamed.

«Cool! I’m Keigo!»

Touya actually smiled a little at that.

«Yeah, you told me that already Birdie.»

Keigo blushed and ran a hand trough his hair.

«Heh. Right.»

Touya smiled shyly before he dissapeared into the first signs of dusk.

Keigo was already looking forward to the next night shift.

For the next few weeks the boys kept this little routine up.

Keigo would sneaking buy some takeout and insist he got too much and didn’t want to throw out the leftovers, and Touya would pretend to believe him.

They would talk about very light and unpersonal topics, but they still get to know each other slowly, and get more comfortable around each other as they work with the kittens together.

When Keigo’s voulenteer period is close to ending, he’s real sad about it.

He tried to beg his handler for more time there, but the upper heads of the Commission flat out refuse.

Keigo hated himself for waiting until the last night to tell Touya. He was such a chickenshit.

He hates himself even more when he finds a letter on the doorstep when he arrives.

The tattered envelope only has one word on it.

«Birdie ~»

Keigo takes a deep breath, and opens the letter.

«Hey Birdie.

I’m so sorry for leaving this way.

I know you know my situation better than you want to admit, and you probably know that it’s a risky one.

I won’t tell you much, for your own sake, but I needed to say thank you.

For treating me like a person, and for pretending like you didn’t know I was starving, or that I needed a safe place to spend the nights.

I’ll never forget your kindness Birdie.

- T»

Keigo’s heart breaks for a million reasons that night, for the boy without a home, for the friend lost, and for the death of the warm feelings he’d been experiencing for the first time.

For the next two years Keigo kept that letter with him, the memories of the pale boy with the pretty eyes who was his first real friend one of the reasons he got trough the last gruelig years of Commission training and hero prepping.

A bit ironic, all things considering, but Keigo had no way of knowing that, yet.

Yet.

[scaryscarecrows]

James slams into a locked door, rattles the knob in desperation, and twists to face the oncoming hoard.

God, please...

"Hang on, I'll get it open!"

There's a click and the squeal of the hinges and the door swings backwards. He stumbles as a hand pulls him through.

SLAM!

His rescuer is a woman, five feet tall at best, wearing a nurse's uniform. He feels himself relax, a little. It's only his first day, his first three hours, he hasn't met everyone yet. It's not weird that this is a stranger.

"Gotcha," she says, locking the door back up. "This way, there's a shortcut to the offices."

The screams of the...patients...start to fade away as they go. She's quick, no hesitation, even when the flickering lights finally die, and he's a little pressed to keep up with her.

"Thanks," he gasps out. "I don't know what would have happened if--"

"They'd have torn you limb from limb," she says bluntly. "I've seen it happen. In here, we'll take a breather; you sound about to die."

He has no idea what this room is. The dark, twisted shapes of furniture are unfamiliar to him, and there's no windows. But it doesn't matter, because the door locks, and he sinks to the floor with his legs shaking. The nurse sits on a table or a desk, legs crossed at the ankles, white uniform the only thing even semi-visible in the gloom.

"You're new," she says carefully. "Aren't you?"

He nods.

"James McCready. My first shift started like, three hours ago."

She laughs suddenly.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry. Welcome to Arkham! I'm Katrina."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am." He sucks in a fresh gasp for air and feels the shaking start to subside. "You, uh, been here long?"

"Few years. I was hired on...let's see..." She counts under her breath. "When Dr. Crane was the director. So yes, a few years."

Crane, Crane...he kinda remembers the name, but not really. It doesn't matter anyway, he's not the director now.

James plunks his head against the wall. God, that was close. It had been fine, at first, and then something had happened. They'd gotten out, gotten him down for a minute, tearing at his clothes and his skin, before he'd kicked free. Not before they got his weapons, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, he got away.

"We should get moving," Katrina says suddenly. "They're not the only ones you have to be careful of, and it's better to be in the offices. They have stronger locks."

"Okay."

He sticks closer than maybe is polite, because she's not tripping on furniture and he stubs his toe twice anyway. But they make their way out a back door, which she locks as well, and into a narrow hallway.

It's dusty here, like nobody ever uses this part of the building anymore. Bugs scurry along the baseboards and the occasional flash of lightning shows boarded-up doors and closed vents. It's quiet, too, without even distant shrieks.

But maybe that's a good thing. No shrieks=no inmates, right?

He thinks they'll come out into the main asylum, but instead she stops at a door labelled Crane, knocks once, and opens it.

"Here we are, Doctor. Our new patient."

The man inside is tall and thin. He's lit a couple of candles, and the leaping shadows make him look ghoulish. But he smiles and says, "I thought you'd be dragging him by the ankle."

"Not this time. Get in, you."

Before he can run, she grabs his arm and pulls, half-unbalancing him. The tall man is there in a flash, shockingly strong hands grasping at his wrists and yanking him the rest of the way into the room. Katrina kicks the door shut.

"I wouldn't try to get away," the man warns. "You're locked into this wing, and you don't know where you're going anyway."

"Please..."

"Shh." He's shoved onto a dusty couch. "Sit down, I insist. It's time for therapy."

"It's his first shift, love, be nice."

"Please, I won't tell anyone--"

"They already know," the man says dismissively. "Batman, last I heard, was tearing through the place. But unfortunately, he's outside and you are not. So." He picks up a syringe from the desk. "What shall we talk about?"

[winterspiderpurrs]

Part 1 listed in the link above!

Part 2:

Sighing as Tony hung up the phone in his office. Widow just confirmed that Winter and her were almost here to hand over the information he requested. Though they wanted to question Peter first. Which irritated Tony, but if it will help solve the mystery of who knocked up Peter, he would allow it. Anything to help protect his family.

It's been a few hours since Stephen showed up, the equipment delivered, ultrasound down, images printed. 100% confirmed that his little bambino was pregnant. Atleast Peter was almost done with getting his doctorate and this won't hinder his career. As if Stephen would allow that. If he could start going into labor while operating its sure as he'll that Peter could keep up with his lab work. [As long as extra safety precautions were made cause of the pregnancy]

Walking up the stairs to Peter's old bedroom, he thinks of how this is so similar to how he found out he was going to be a father the first time. At a charity event for the local hospital all those years ago. Ego met ego when he met Stephen. He never met an omega that was so Alpha like. They carried on their tic for tac into a heated night that lasted til morning. It was 4 months later when Stephen showed up at the restaurant where he hosts meetings at times for reality of that night comes rushing back. Tony had already had the business set up for Harley to take over. While he still acts young, Tony knows at some point he would be too old to keep going. He never thought he would have a family of his own. He rushed to make sure that even if Stephen didn't want to raise the baby, he would take care of anything. Moved him in and doing his best to woo the Omega. It was a year after Peter was born that they officially became a bonded pair.

They set it up where Peter's address and "guardianship" would be under his god mothers ' Aunt May' to help alleviate attention that he was Tony Starks omega son. He went to the best private school in Queens, distancing him for the Manhattan area as best as he could. Safety was the biggest priority that Stephen stressed for his pups. Yes, pups. Surprise, surprise, when Peter was 16, Stephen ended up pregnant, again shocking the family. Miss Morgan Strange was born. Peter absolutely dotted on his alpha little sister.

Sighing one more time before opening the door to the bedroom, Tony paused before smiling. At the center of the bed was Peter snuggling up to Stephen on the bed. Stephen gently combing his fingers through his hair. They were whispering to each other, " and if they are fools and don't want anything to do with them. We will always take care of you and the pups. Family is important." Stephen stopped talking, looking over at Tony in the doorway. Tony cleared his throat. " Pete... I'm sorry for... reacting how I did. I was just worried... Widow and Winter are headed over with information for us. They want to talk to you first if you won't mind meeting them down in the study. "

Peter's eyes widen, he has met Natasha, and she was practically an older sister/aunt to him. He has only heard of rumors about Winter.

Stephen and Peter untangle from each other before getting out of bed to head downstairs following behind Tony. Once downstairs, Peter goes into the study while Stephen stays out in the hallway with Tony. Not long after, Natasha shows up with Winter, aka James 'Bucky' Barnes, and shockingly Steve Rogers. Tony frowning. " Winter, I know you know that I tolerate your... choice in mate. But we really dont need goody twoshoes getting involved in this... private matter. " Steve frowns before opening his mouth, but Bucky beats him in addressing Tony." Don't worry, Stark, Steve here has recon in the area... once we confirm a few details, things will get sorted. In the study, Natalia said?" Bucky nods toward the door of the study.

Tony says and waves his hand. " Yeah, yeah. Go easy on him. No unnecessary stress. Nat introduce?" Natasha nods and goes to the study, opening the door and smiles " Oh my little spider, I have some friends here that need to talk with you" she waves Bucky and Steve over and the men enter the room but Natasha does not enter and closes the door. Tony frowns and stares at her. " Why you let Winter bring his Alpha with him? Do you want to stress Peter out more? Also lack luster introductions- he has never met Winter. Only heard of him and not even a warning? And why are you looking at me like that, Stephen?"

Eyebrow raised as Stephen stared at Tony, eyes flickering toward the door and then back at Tony. Blinking Tony looks at the door and then back at Stephen. Stephen tilts his head and looks at the door before back at Tony again. Frowning, he looks at Natasha, who's blocking the door. Then it clicks. Two Alphas. Natasha could have just brought him the names. There's no need to bring Winter over here.

He started to stutter in disbelief before the anger rolled back in. He growled loud and rushed the door. Thankfully, Natasha moved to side, but she had a unbuckled the gun from her holster. " Don't do anything stupid Tony. You have to think of Peter." Blinded be rage at the audacity that these two Alphas picked HIS child to fuck with? Tony rips the door open and off its hinge. " The fuck is the meaning of this!?" But Tony deflates at the scene infront of him.

Inside of the study on the couch was Steve with Peter on his lap, looking at the sonogram photo, a dopey smile on his lips, arm wrapped around him. Bucky was kneeling on the ground in front of the pair, nuzzling up again Peter's stomach, gentle rumbles coming from him with his arms wrapped around them.

Well shit.

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So.... it's been a month since I typed up Part 1 and it's not where I want it to be. But kept thinking about it and just had to get it out.

Hopefully you like it @professional-benaddict and @no-name-for-me since yall said ya wouldn't mind a part 2!

[c0smic-dawn]

SELF-SABOTAGE | Chapter 11: I was threatened 🥺🥺

(Sns images at the end)

(Y/n) stared at the apartment door in front of her for a good minute not only checking if it was the right apartment number but also contemplating if she should just turn around while she can. The girl looked at her phone one more time checking the last text Soobin sent her which told her what apartment it was and the floor it was on. She came this far so there was no use in turning back even if she really wanted to; Plus if Chaeyeon somehow she knew that she backed out after picking out a “date” outfit for her, she would lose it. 

Shutting off her phone and putting it in the back pocket of her jeans, she lifted her right hand and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, she hears a lock being unlocked and the door opened to reveal Soobin. He was surprisingly in a nice outfit as well. Seemed they both asked for advice on what to wear on a “date”.

“Oh, hey.” Soobin awkwardly greeted as if he was surprised she actually showed up. (Y/n) rose a brow at him but just shrugged it off with a sigh and greeted him back.

“Hey.”

Silence broke out between them as Soobin stood there stiffly. (Y/n) kept staring at him expectantly as he leaned against the doorframe.

God, how can someone be this awkward?

“Are you gonna let me in or are we going to stand here for the next couple hours while you stare like an idiot?” (Y/n) sneered making Soobin jump slightly. He collected himself and cleared his throat gracelessly, “oh uh yeah- here.” He stepped to the side as he opened the door more to let her in.

The girl rolled her eyes and stepped into his apartment. She takes her shoes off and sets them by the door while scanning his place. It was shockingly very clean. She somewhat expected it to be a pigsty due to the fact 2 men were living together and from what she knew from visiting Yeonjun; it usually was a mess. It was a bit bland decoration wise but that was to be expected from a broke college student living off of campus.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Soobin asked breaking (Y/n)’s train of thought.

She spun around to face him and stared for a minute as if she was trying to process his question. It was a simple question but it caught her off guard due to how hostile they usually are with each other.

“Oh, sure?” (Y/n) mumbled as if uncertain.

Soobin raised a brow, mimicking her confused expression from before, but he just nodded and started walking to the kitchen only glancing back once as if to tell her to follow. “Is there anything in particular you want? I don’t have much but I do have a coffee maker, water, and I think some soda left but my roommate may have drank them.” He rambled while opening the fridge.

(Y/n) watched as she took a seat on a stool near the kitchen island (another thing she was surprised to see due to the fact most broke students couldn’t afford a place with as nice of a kitchen like this).

“A water is fine.” She answered while still looking around the kitchen from her seat.

Soobin nodded and grabbed her a bottle of water tossing it her way to which she nearly fumbled it since she wasn’t really paying attention.

“You could’ve just handed it to me, you know.” She glared as Soobin smiled in return.

“Yeah, but that isn’t as fun.” He snickered out while turning back around to grab himself a water as well. He grabbed one and closed the fridge, leaning across from (Y/n) on the other side of the island. Watching as she seemed to be still taking in her surroundings. His cheeks heating up as he realized he was probably staring for too long, so he quickly glanced away and took a sip of his water.

“So, where’s your roommate?” (Y/n) finally spoke up seeming to be finished with her analysis of the room.

Soobin quickly looked back over to her, “Hyunjin? He has class today plus he has tutoring after all of his classes. He doesn’t usually come home until 9 at night.” He explained.

(Y/n) nodded and let out a small breath before standing up from her seat.

“Well, let’s get down to business.”

She started to make her way back to the living room with Soobin following behind. They both take a seat on opposite sides of the couch. Seeming as if being close to one another would cause one of them to burst into flames.

“Let’s talk about some of the rules we talked about before,” (Y/n) starts, “I think I was fair to say that we need to be more touchy with each other in public. Obviously not too much because our friends don’t think we are that serious yet and the fact I think we would both rather not touch each other a lot.”

Soobin nods slowly, “That’s fair. I, also, am sticking to my rule of needing to be around each other more.”

(Y/n) fought the urge to roll her eyes and just let out a small huff. “I know, genius. That’s why we are here.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Soobin rolled his eyes, “if you weren’t quick to get snappy, I was going to say that we should do things like me walking you to class and sitting with each other in the dining hall when we have lunch.” He said with the same amount of attitude, internally cringing at his actions due to the fact he needed to really shake the habit of being defensive. He truly wanted to turn stuff around between them but it was hard shake the habit since they have been going back and forth like this since high school.

(Y/n)’s eyes sharpened into a deadly glare. Her hands balling into tight fists in her lap.

She had to remind herself that she needed to calm down, or else they wouldn’t get anything done, but it was hard with him acting like a prick.

“Fine. We can do that.” She agrees but slowly started to smirk, “only IF you carry my backpack.” She retorts.

“I was planning to.”

Well, that caught her off guard-

“Wait what?” (Y/n)’s face morphs into some of shock and confusion. Her eyebrows scrunched as she stares at Soobin as if trying to tell if he was joking or not; Yet, his expression showed that he was surprisingly sincere.

Soobin shrugs nonchalantly, “It’s cute plus what kind of good boyfriend wouldn’t do that?” he chuckled softly and smiled (Y/n)’s way making her tense up slightly.

She didn’t expect him to even think of that. Sure, it was a sweet gesture that boyfriends usually did for their girlfriend but this was Soobin. The same one who literally threw a water bottle at her not even 10 minutes ago. The same one that “accidentally” pulled her chair out from under her the first day they met in high school. Seeing him act warmly towards her after quite literally sneering at her a second ago gave her major whiplash.

“Oh” is all that (Y/n) said in return feeling her cheeks burning in slight embarrassment.

After a second of her regathering herself, she clears her throat. “Well, I would also like to keep the rule of no unnecessary touching when it’s just to two of us.” She stated.

Soobin’s expression scrunched slightly, “In the nicest way possible, I think we would need to touch at least a little bit.” He started and was quick to continue when he saw (Y/n) was about to speak up again. “Think about it. We are not even used to being around each other longer than a few minutes before we start fighting. How would we even be with holding hands or having my arm around your shoulder? We would need to look natural. That’s why I brought up coming over today…kind of like practice for that as well as having small talk so we get to know each other a bit more.”

Soobin could feel his heart beating at the speed of light after finishing that sentence. He was already nervous enough with her coming over and now they were here planning how to seem like a real couple. He couldn’t help but be nervous with the idea of him and his crush since high school acting like a couple even if it was fake.

(Y/n) sat there for a second and thought about it. He did have a point. Besides nearly throwing hands with each other they never really touched.

“Okay, fine. I can work with that but we only keep this up until we seem natural enough and are used to it, then we’re done. No more touching outside of public spaces.” She countered with her arms crossing awkwardly.

Soobin nodded and then glanced at the space between them. He then glanced back up at (Y/n),

“Can I move closer?”

His question made her tense up slightly but she nodded slowly.

Soobin scooted his way more towards the middle of the couch, still giving her space in case she was uncomfortable. They sat like that in silence for a good few minutes until Soobin got sick of the silence and turned on the tv; Putting on some random show as background noise.

Sometime passed and Soobin suddenly felt (Y/n) move to be next to him. He glanced over to the girl next to him and saw her glancing away in what he could only assume what was embarrassment.

“Well?” She mumbled still avoid eye contact

“Well what?”

“Are we not gonna practice??” (Y/n) snapped out quickly, her face burning more than it was earlier.

Soobin felt his heart stop for a moment. Holy crap was this actually happening? Dear god, he sounded like a loser thinking that. Coming back to his senses, he nods quickly.

“Yeah! Yeah, sorry” he stumbles over his words and gently moves his arm to be around her shoulder. They both lean a bit more back into the couch to try and get more comfortable. (Y/n) stiffly moving her head to his shoulder.

They both sat there in that position trying to focus on the tv to take away from how weird this all felt. Soobin was trying his best to keep his heart rate under control while (Y/n) was trying to understand why she felt so embarrassed by doing this. Anyone would feel weird about practically cuddling with your enemy, right?

Soon enough, the two both seemed to calm down a bit and got invested in the stupid tv drama that Soobin put on earlier.

“Oh hell no, I refuse to believe that people actually prefer Baek kyung over Haru.” (Y/n) commented while sitting up and pointing at the screen animatedly.

“Like look at this fucker! His character is literally just treating a terminally ill girl like trash!”

Soobin laughed slightly and watched her with a smile. He sat back as she continued to ramble about the characters in the show. Soobin couldn’t help but stare at her fondly.

Ever since high school, he remembers her always being passionate about everything. Wether it was whatever club she was in that year or even if it was over a stupid tv show like this one. It was one of the things that drew him to her. Even though they “hated” each other, he always paid attention to how her eyes would light up when she talked about something she would like or was passionate about; Though, she probably never noticed that he was paying attention to that all those years ago.

(Y/n)’s rant slowly came to a halt when she saw the look on his face. Her cheeks flushing slightly from his stare. Was she talking too much? It didn’t matter as she soon sat back in her place next to him trying to ignore the burning in her face.

“Um, we should probably head out to the downtown area before it gets too dark…” (Y/n) quickly diverted.

Soobin’s eyebrow raised as he looked at the time.

“Oh shit, yeah, we probably should.”

Summary: After (Y/n) breaks up with her ex, Do Jaeyi, she isn’t left alone by him. Finally after being bothered nonstop, she breaks and tells him she is dating her high school rival, Choi Soobin. Now they are left to keep up the act of being a couple till this all blows over. Little does (Y/n) know Soobin has been waiting for a chance like this.

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A/n: Hey, so funny story....I didn’t realize that 5 days have passed since I updated so hahahaha....Sorry for the spaced out updates because life has been busy. Also, I’m sorry if this chapter is a bit messy and all over the place, I have been really out of it the last few days. ANYWAYS ENJOY!

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[ofteasandherbs]

Oh yay more chance to learn about the Beverage Batch!!! I want to ask like... Basically all of these, BUT! I shall limit it to uh... a few... *cough*. Feel free to answer the q for all of them, one of them, a mix/match of them!

5 - can they cry on command, if so what do they think about to make it happen?

10 - what fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at any opportunity?

12 - what's something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

21 - what common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still do it?

24 - Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind?

34 - How do they greet someone they like/love

42 - If invited to a TED talk what they present on? What would be the title?

49 - would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

56 - if they're scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

8 questions a few right? Oops...

Okay this is a looooooong one folks

5:

Tea- not really no, rarely cries at all really, got that oldest sibling mentality

Caff (realize Coffee should be Caff!) - yes but rarely does it. Only does it when he knows he’s in trouble and is trying to get out of it. Often thinks about medic things ™️ so that bads

Juice: nope! She’s an advocate for being honest lol

Energy drink- …. The answer is yes. Uses it too much, and uses it on Tea specifically… tea is not immune to the tooka eyes. Often will think about what would happen if they were the last of the batch, or if something would go wrong on a demo job.

10:

Tea- omg Tea can show hes a plant nerd finally…. Will identify plants without being asked and will go into the uses of said plant… gets embarrassed as he realizes he’s been talking for 20min about just one plant that is specifically only found on Endor and how the natives keep all the locations of it secret due to plant poaching..

Caff- to a fellow Solider he is treating in the field to distract from the pain they are gonna feel “did you know that your ears never stop growing” *snaps bone back in place*

Juice- …. It would be a fact about captain Rex….his biggest fan girl//

ED- she’s the one who know the blackmail on all the commanders and will state random facts from the at times.. no one else knows they are facts but under the commanders buckets they are sweating… no one needs to know that Commander Mars sings to space abba in the sonic//

12:

Tea- tooka videos. Specifically when they jump 10 ft in the air when introduced to a space cucumber

Caff- when Tea is sleepwalking after a 48 hour shift in the med bay and walks into the wall… he then guides them to a bunk and makes them sleep for 10 hours//

Juice: commander Mars failed flirting attempts. He tries so hard…. Put General Juno is so oblivious…

ED- with Tea on the tooka videos but with them getting sticky tape stuck on their paws and trying to get it off

21:

Tea- Tea will wear pjs anywhere that armor is not needed… it’s warm and cozy and he need to be warm doing paperwork//

Caff- will butt into convos that he was not apart of to correct someone.

Juice:… doesn’t clean the shower drain from his hair… he’s the only one with the long blonde and brown hair…

ED- chews with her mouth open,and still does it no matter how much Juice and Tea say not to

24:

Tea- Yes. He made the cookies, they should get to eat them. They are oatmeal cranberry

Caff- yes and they are almond cookies….

Juice- nope, the health nut she is… they would though, steal an oatmeal bar no doubt

ED- shockingly no! Likes savory things so loves when Tea makes dark chocolate and sea salt cookies.. not too sweet

34:

Tea- will hug them, sticking his head in the neck. (Does this to each of his siblings after each battle as he’s the CMO, he doesn’t go on the actual field that much and has so much anxiety about them each time they leave him… angst)

Caff- a kiss on the cheek, very French in that way

Juice- run and jump! Will knock you over!

ED- arm over the shoulder squeeze!

42:

Tea- once again it’s on plants, but it’s about how space eco tourism is ruining places of beauty. “ eco tourism and why you suck”

Caff- it’s about annoying older brothers who steal their favorite blanket (this is only for Tea to see) “give me my blanket back you bantha”

Juice- it’s about how to get more ships for the GAR… “how to use the Jedi to get the senate to give us more ships”

ED- “why I’m the sole owner of Coaster but Tea needs to pay for her expenses (I’m baby)”

49:

Tea- … they drink caff…

Caff- …. They drink tea….

Juice: she’ll eat a thing that Caff made cause it was healthy and he thought Juice would like it… it’s a tasteless grey brick..

ED: she’s a sensory issue girly… many things gross her out but she’ll eat them in polite company and then cry a bit after

56:

Tea- Tea is terrified of one day his siblings not coming back. He needs a cuddle pile after each big mission if it’s feasible.

Caff- like all medics,is scared one day he’ll find his siblings… but is even more scared of never finding the other 2, ED blow to too many pieces, it able to be recognized.. Juice never found after their ship goes down.. he needs to go to commander mars after each scare like that and go through the logs of those lost just to be sure.

Juice- terrified of the underground. You will never get her into a cave at all. And if it’s mandatory she needs to only be other people she trusts. Will likely try to comm Tea on the main ship to go through breathing exercises

ED- panics that one day her tremors will kill her and her well Soliders. Will often work herself into actual hand tremors if she starts down this spiral, so her fellow demo buddy Deto will have to hold her hands and make her talk through the process to prove she has it.

[thatseventiesbitch]

Hi I really love your writing for That 70’s show and also That 90’s show! If it would be possible could you do one where Hyde visits Eric and Donna in the 90s? I don’t buy that he would never talk to any of them ever again, at least not the Formans and Donna. They were his family 🥹

Thank you so much anon! 💗 I share those thoughts about Hyde. I like to imagine that he finally made it to New York and is finding success and (hopefully) happiness there. It was harder to stay connected to the people we love before cell phones and social media, but I think Hyde would always stay in touch with The Formans in his own ways. You'll see my take on it below - this was actually my first time writing Hyde in the '90s!

If you have a writing request, you can send it to me here.

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"Hey." Donna knocked twice on the open door and then poked her head in their home office. Eric was hunched over his desk, grading some papers in the final, fading hours of a quiet Tuesday night. "Hyde just called. He's about fifteen minutes away."

"What?" Eric sat up straight in his chair, startled. He leafed a hand through his hair with a hasty sigh. "Why does he always do this?"

Donna didn't answer him, she just shrugged.

Hyde lived in New York now, and his visits back to the Midwest were sporadic and often unannounced, just like this. But once or twice per year he'd blow through Chicago, usually calling them from a gas station a few minutes before he'd arrive. He didn't come for holidays and he didn't like you to make a fuss over him. He never stayed the night, or even long enough for a meal. He'd spent so little time at their house that Eric marveled that he even remembered their address - but he did. Because he never missed a birthday, there was always a card or a call. Even for Leia. His goddaughter. They'd only met a handful of times, but Hyde seemed to remember every detail Eric had ever told him about her - about her grades in school, her pet bunny's name, that she'd started Brownies this year, when she'd broken her arm.

In return, Eric and Donna knew shockingly little about Hyde's life.

He still worked with W.B., running Grooves. The business was successful - extremely successful. Multimillion dollar level successful. But Hyde never liked to talk about it.

"Pshh," he'd swat the questions away. "Work. Boring."

He didn't like to answer questions about his personal life, either. Who he was dating, what kinds of fun things he got up to in New York, about the different places he traveled for work.

"You don't want to hear about that stuff," he'd insist, swatting at their questions like flies. Pushing them away. Keeping them out.

"We do," they'd try to tell him. "We care about you. Tell us about your life."

But he'd give them that same easy-going smile he always had. "Nothing to tell, man."

He pulled into the driveway tonight in a small, taupe coupe. Eric stood at the front porch watching for him, and he grinned immediately as his old friend stepped from the vehicle and ambled up the front walk, clutching his belt buckle. His hair was cut shorter (to hide some pattern balding) and his face showed some signs of age too, but his gait and his energy was the same he'd had as a teenager.

Eric jerked his chin at the car. "That must be a rental, huh?" The car wasn't at all Hyde's style.

"I asked for a Pick-up and they hand me the keys to this fuckin' thing," Hyde shook his head, bemused, as he reached Eric. The two men didn't hesitate - they embraced in a hug for a long moment before pulling back, clapping each other on their shoulders.

"Wow Hyde. New look for you?"

Donna had joined them on the porch, and she pointed to the coupe teasingly. Hyde shook his head, and they hugged, too.

"Temporary digs, man. I'm on a layover. Gotta get back to O'Hare in like," he glanced at his wristwatch. "Forty minutes."

"Uh, then you should leave now," Eric joked.

Donna grabbed Hyde's arm, though. "No! Hyde, my god. When's the last time we saw you?"

"It's been awhile," he agreed, smoothing a hand over the hair on his chin.

They moved inside the house, and Hyde glanced around. It was small, modest compared to the luxury apartment he must've lived in, but if he was unimpressed with the space he gave no indication. Instead he smiled faintly at the photos on the front wall - of Red and Kitty with Leia, Eric and Donna on vacation last year, and one of the whole extended family at the Forman's house for Christmas. He paused in front of one of the gang - it was an old photo, from high school. That night they'd all gone to that stupid disco. Hyde stared at it for a long moment and looked like he might say something, but instead he cleared his throat.

Eric and Donna were both looking at him intently. He glanced around them.

"Where's the kid?"

"She's asleep." Donna nodded towards the stairs, indicating one of the upstairs bedrooms. "It's almost ten o 'clock on a school night."

"Right." He dropped his gaze to the floor. "How about the john?"

"Down the hall," Eric pointed it out. Hyde nodded gratefully, and slipped off to use the bathroom. When he returned to the kitchen a few moments later, only Eric was there.

"You want a beer?" Eric offered him, unsurely. Hyde shook his head, no. "Pop? Water?" No again. "Okay." He nodded to the kitchen table. "You want to sit?"

"I only have a few minutes," Hyde said, but he pulled out one of the chairs and so Eric did the same.

"I know," he assured him. "I'm - I'm glad you came."

Hyde gave a half-shrug in acknowledgement. "So. How are things?"

Eric shrugged too. "They're... good. Fine. The same." He lifted his eyebrows. "You know - my mom pretty much covers it all in her Christmas Card letter, so..."

"Yeah," Hyde smiled, studying his hands. "I love reading that every year."

"Very thorough."

"Yeah."

Eric cleared his throat. "Have you talked to her and Red lately?"

Hyde moved his head from side-to-side. "From time to time."

Eric gave him a meaningful look. "You know man, she'd love it if you did that a little more often."

Hyde scoffed. "Give me a break, Forman." He lifted his eyebrows at his old friend. "How often do you talk to your parents? Huh?"

Eric paused, considering the question. "From... time to time," he admitted sheepishly.

"That's what I thought."

"Okay," Eric grinned down at the table. "So we could both call Mom more. Got it..." He glanced up at Hyde, who was also smiling. "But, hey. You could come visit more. For real, not for," he gestured around them, "Whatever this is."

"This is a layover," Hyde supplied snarkily.

"To where?"

"Flying to London. Business."

Eric gaped at him. "Okay, that is so cool."

Hyde shook his head. "Whatever - "

"No. You know where I'm going tomorrow?"

"It's whatever, Forman - "

"To a high school, where I'll teach math at a bunch of ninth graders who don't want to learn it all day. And then I'll sit in traffic for forty-five minutes in my piece-of-crap car to get home to this middle class monstrosity," he gestured around them at the gaudy floral wallpaper and their outdated kitchen appliances. He blinked at Hyde again, awed. "Waking up in London - every day being different - God. Your life sounds so cool."

Hyde slid his chair back abruptly, and he stood up.

"Really not that cool, man."

Eric swallowed. "Sorry. I just - I meant - "

"It's fine, man," Hyde assured him, his cool, suave persona back just as quickly as it had disappeared. "I know what you meant." His easy-going smile was back now. "And I just mean that I hope you know what a great thing you have going here." He tipped his chin down sincerely. "You have it made, Forman. You know that, right?"

"I know that," Eric assured him. He was studying his oldest friend thoughtfully. "Hey man, do you ever think about, you know. Settling down?"

Hyde wore a bemused expression. "Ain't built for that, Forman," he finally answered him, gruffly, but his voice held some affection too.

"Says who?" Eric asked, softly.

"Lots of people." He cleared his throat, and picked up his jacket, turning his body slightly away. He was shutting this subject down, just like he always did when Eric started to get too close. Not physically. Emotionally.

"Come on," Eric insisted, following him towards the front door. "When you get home from your trip - from London. Who's waiting for you at home. Huh?"

"No one. And get this, man: that's the way I like it."

Eric frowned. "It must get pretty lonely," he said softly.

"Loneliness," Hyde held up one hand. "Or freedom?" He held up the other, and moved them up and down like they were scales he was balancing. "It's a fine line." They stood out on the front porch again, the soft sounds of the sleepy city street surrounding them.

"Okay," Eric said finally, but his expression must've said something else because Hyde sighed.

"Don't worry about me, Forman."

"I won't."

"I mean it. I'm fine."

"I'm not worried."

But Hyde still looked at him skeptically. "I can see it in your puppy dog eyes. Don't get all after-school-special on me, Forman. I'm not one of your lost kids," he warned.

Eric put his hands up defensively. "I'm just wondering when we're gonna see you again. That's all."

Hyde scratched his beard. "Not sure," he admitted.

"You gonna be in London awhile?"

He gave a noncommittal shrug.

"But you'll be back, right?" Eric's voice tightened with anxiety, and Hyde chuckled at his transparency.

"I'll be back," he promised, doing a poor imitation of Schwarzenegger's Terminator. Eric visibly relaxed, and the two men shared a brief glance before they embraced again. "I'll always be back," Hyde added, softer.

[hearts4golbach]

Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader.)

part 12

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"Baby, cleanse me."

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disclaimer: suicide/od implication.

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"you're a fucking asshole!" my mom screams echoed through the small house. a crash rumbled, making me want to curl up in a ball and cry. my dad screamed, an agonizing scream.

"y/m/n, what the fuck?!" dad cried, his voice shook.

I ran down the stairs. my dad was on the floor, his hand tightly gripped his forearm. the area around his fingers was paste white, a red substance dripped onto the kitchen tiles.

"y/n, i-" my mom tried to speak, stuttering as she collected her belongings. she stood at the door, purse and jacket in hand, staring at us.

"dad, what happened?"

"y/n, just go to your room." he glanced at the counter. I followed his eyesight to see the bloodied corner of the counter. "please?"

I turned around with unsure footing, my head spinning. I walked back to my room, not looking back once.

outside, it was below freezing. snow had began to pile on the ground a while ago. now it was at least 2 inches deep.

I threw on the thin sweater I got from my grandma for my 10th birthday. I scrambled out my window. somehow, I managed to not break any bones. I walked for what felt like hours until I got to sals house. I threw pebles, making sure I was gentle enough to not break the window, and silently prayed he was awake. to my luck, he was.

'y/n?" he asked, rubbing sleepiness from his cerulean eyes. "oh my- it's freezing! do you want to come inside?"

"yes please." I said through chattering teeth.

"okay, my dad's knocked out. can you go to the front door?"

I nodded and sprinted as fast as my legs would take me. the warmth inside the house burnt my skin.

"I hope you don't have frost bite..." he mumbled, enveloping me in a fluffy blanket. "I'll be right back."

a few minutes later, sal came back with a bag of marshmallows along with two mugs of hot chocolate. it was more like medium chocolate, but who said I was complaining? "sally, you didn't have to do this, silly." I pouted my lip a little as I felt tears begin to sting my eyes.

"it was no problem. whats wrong? what happened?"

"my parents fought again. my mom hurt my dad, I don't really know how bad. all I saw wad the blood and my mom running out the front door." I quickly wiped the tear that had begun to roll down my face. "I didn't know what to do so I came here."

he stayed silent and wrapped me in a tight hug. he sat there with me, wiping my tears and whispering sweet nothings into my ear to calm me down. I begged him to just get my mind off of it, and he did. he told me about how he wanted to rearrange his room and maybe decorate it more to his liking. I occasionally commented a suggestion.

sal let me ride his bike home, which was much better than walking, especially in the cold. I quietly entered my front door to see my mom asleep on the couch.

-

ash called me and sal about an end of summer party, even though it was only roughly half way through the summer, I think? before the party, ash came over to help me get ready. she brought a silk purple dress and insisted I wear it. ash bugged so much, I eventually caved. the dress fit shockingly well.

"see! you look amazing!" she chirped. "sals definitely going to want some after the party." she smirked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"and what if I 'gave him some' during the party?"

"what?!" ash screeched. I usually didn't make smart-ass comments, so this was amusing.

"hm? I didn't say anything." I smirked, pinning up a stray piece of hair.

"y/n, oh my god." she mumbled, turning around and walking away.

I grinned at her. I did my usual makeup, which wasn't very much.

ash drove us to the party. I mean, she drove us everywhere because she liked to pretend she was in Fast and Furious. okay, in all honestly, she was the only one with a car.

this time, Todd called shot gun, claiming we were annoying. Neil followed us in his car. sal sat in between me and larry. (in car scenes, picture the 'That 70s Show' introduction.) ash chose to play whatever recent pop was on the radio. sals hand rubbed my knee gently as he conversed with Larry. they were talking about a new sanitys fall album coming out in the fall and how excited they were. the sun had begun to set almost an hour ago, yet the stars and the moon shone on the globe making it look bright as hell outside.

we eventually made it. what a shocker, ash didn't crash!

every time I looked back at sal, he looked like he had something to say but never did. Larry kept speaking to him, so he didn't ever get the chance.

everything reeked of weed and alcohol, per usual. I hated these trap houses, but their parties were fun. I guess.

I grinned as me and ash made out way to the drinks. I stuck to my promise of only one drink at the moment. i knew I shouldn't drink at all, but it's harmless. my singular drink got me buzzed enough to actually enjoy the party and not panic about people staring. sal and larry were sitting at the dining table playing uno.

"you guys are nerds." I giggled, taking the seat by sal.

"you guys want in?" Larry asked. Todd and Neil walked up arm in arm.

"what are you guys up to?" Neil wrapped his arms around my shoulders and swayed us back and forth.

"Hey, neil!" I smiled. "were playing uno, wanna join?"

"sure." Todd and Neil sat across the table as Larry dealt us all cards.

"I'm going to go get drinks. anyone need something?"

ash held up her cup. "alcohol!" she sand. Todd and sal wanted coke, Larry asked for rum and root beer.

"that's a weird combo."

"obviously." Larry winked.

I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen. there was a couple making out, another normal sight at a party. I reached into the fridge and grabbed everyone's needs as well as filling up two cups for Larry and ash.

I opened (your drink) along the way, drinking the foam off the top of the can. everyone thanked me as I passed out drinks. Larry made his concoction after he played his around.

I finished my turn and pulled myself up. "I'll be right back."

I quickly made my way into the living room and ended up running into my old dealer. he smiled when he saw me. "Hey, y/n!" he called and tossed me a baggie."miss your face! on the house."

"uh, thanks?" I gave him a soft smile before continuing my search for the bathroom. the baggie contained 5 mysterious pills. I awkwardly hid them in my bra.

"y/n!" a familiar voice called and my stomach fell out of my ass. my heart raced as I began to sweat. my limbs felt like jello. I wanted to run but I was glued in place like a soldier. I leaned against the wall as I had began to feel faint, praying to whatever God was out there he wouldn't fuck with me.

I glanced to the left, right, then back to the left and he was standing there with a smug smirk that i wanted to slap off of his face.

"go away. I don't want anything to do with you."

"no, babe, listen. I'm sorry I broke your heart. I'm really missing you and your tits." he groaned as he groped my body. I choked back tears. I was frozen with fear. I squeezed my eyes shut as he made his way down my body.

"yo, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Larry walked up menacingly. sal followed close behind him. I knew sal was going to be mad. I dropped down to my knees and cried. sal quickly ran to my side. Larry pushed Shawn off of me.

"the fuck is your problem, man?" he pushed Larry off of him and turned to me. "did he scare you, y/n? I'm so sor-"

"no, 'man,'" sal said sarcastically. "you're the one fucking scaring her." he spoke up.

"stay out of this, sal." Shawn said, anger rising in him.

"get out of here." he fought back sternly. sal clenched his fists together, turning his knuckles white. he knows.

"sal, stop." I gripped his wrist.

"can we talk later?" he replied, his tone immediately changing for me.

my heart sank. I began to cry quietly. Shawn walked away, flipping off sal and lar.

sal helped me up. his touch was gentle, so gentle. he held my hand all the way back to the table. I walked into the kitchen and poured myself another drink.

I hunched back into the uncomfortable wooden chair. I felt too exposed now with the dress I was wearing.

sal sensed what u was feeling. "here, my love. take my hoodie."

I silently nodded. I was ashamed of what happened, and i felt disgusting. I couldn't say anything. now was not the time.

he took off his hoodie, leaving him in a brown t shirt. I quickly slipped it on, feeling much more comfortable without my tits being out. I fidgeting with the small hole in the sleeve as everyone played. I zoned out as I chugged drink after drink. the taste of alcohol made me shiver. in the place I was at the moment, i didn't want anything more than to be drunk.

with every cup I drank, sal grew progressively more concerned. I started to get up to get another cup, but sal stopped me. "hun, slow down."

"I'm fine." I replied, yanking my arm away from his grip. I left him with a hurt look in his eyes.

by the time we were leaving, I was so drunk I didn't even want to talk. my brain was tv static and I felt numb. sal held my hand. I wanted to apologize, but I knew damn well I couldn't in that moment. i couldn't muster up the words. my mouth was dry yet I had so much I needed to say.

the drive home was filled with Larry drunkily flirting with ash. "Larry, don't you have a girlfriend?" Todd spoke up.

"broke up with her last night, bud. she's a big fat stinking cheater." he stated childishly.

"I didn't know that. I'm sorry, lar." ash smiled sadly and held Larry's hand. he grinned.

-

I walked towards my door with sal not far behind me. "will you be okay on your own?" sal questioned me.

"I'll be fine, sally." I smiled, goofing at him.

"I know what you're feeling, Y/n. I can see it in your eyes." he pleaded.

"I promise, I'm fine." I gave him a sad smile. I lifted up his prosthetic and gently kissed his lips. "I think I just need to be alone tonight. I need to sober up before I can really talk about it, okay? I'll come over first thing in the morning, babe." I kissed him once more.

"okay, love. sleep well, please. don't beat yourself up, okay?"

"never do." I smiled brightly.

he tucked a hair behind my ear and placed a plastic kiss on my forehead. I stumbled into the kitchen and found a coke in the fridge. fuck yeah. I laid calmly in bed, sipping on the coke whenever I was reminded of the miscellaneous bag of drugs in my bra. I scrambled to sit up and reach for my book, not caring about a relapse anymore. I sighed aloud and muttered fuck it. I had no clue what was in that baggie, nor did I need to know. I just needed something. I quickly crushed up the pills and snorted them without hesitation. it hit me like a truck of emotions.

"fuck." I sobbed. I picked up my phone and called Sal, which went straight to voice mail. I shakily typed out a message.

'sal. I lvoe u ao much it hurs. I'm sorry for everuhtinf."

I paused.

'I think'

damnit.

'idk nvm. I firgit what I was gon say I love u so much sallt face'

I rolled over and quickly fell asleep, afraid of the outcome of everything tonight. I felt so sick, I think I took too much..

-

sals pov:

'I'm sorry ml'

'r u ok??? I love u 2'

'actually I love u more'

'y/n/n ur scaring me'

'y/nnnn answer or I'm coming over'

'I'm really worried'

'y/n'

'fuck this I'm omw.'

I jumped out of bed and pulled a shirt on. I dug through my drawers, praying I still had the spare key she had given me. I found it. I sighed with relief and scrambled out the front door. I sped down the hall before quietly walking into her house. I know it's fucked up, but do I look like I give a fuck? something felt off in her room. I looked at y/n, who was asleep with a painful look on her face. i turned around to walk out when I noticed her book with a peculiar substance on it. oh.

she began coughing hard, I whipped around to look at her. "sal? what happened? why are you here?"

I stuttered. "I was worried and you gave me that spare key for emergencies so-"

"sal, you're fine. you're okay, though?" she grumbled. "fuck, I feel so sick."

"you're not pregnant, right?" I joked, earning an eyeroll from Y/n.

"of course not. i-ill be right back. sit down, babe." she smiled and sped out of the room. faint gagging noises came from the bathroom.

y/n came back and shamefully say next to me on the bed. "sal, I don't want to lie to you." tears stained her cheeks as she looked at me with teary eyes. "I think I took too much."

"overdosed." I whispered.

"God, I hate that word." she mumbled. "I just, I don't feel like myself and it won't go away. it's too much. I'm sorry sally."

I didn't say anything due to the possibility of saying the wrong thing. I just held her as she cried.

[flowerslut]

DAY SIX: REINCARNATION Rating: T for language. Words: 2,436

The semi-supernatural meet-cute.

TO BE ALIVE

The noise of the blaring car horn was easily ignored as he crossed the street, not even acknowledging the car trying to make a right hand turn, letting them stew in their irritation at his refusal to wait for the crosswalk signal.

Once he was fully out of it’s way, the car pulled around the corner, and it wasn’t until someone rolled down the window and yelled “watch out, asshole” that he turned and watched the white Tesla speed away. He rolled his eyes before making his way across the street. The sound of hysterical laughter greeted him from a little further down on the sidewalk.

He never bothered to learn the guy’s name—a bum that frequented the neighborhood who was loud but harmless—but Jasper shook his head toward the guy and kept moving. He didn’t have any change or cigarettes to spare for the crazy old man that day, and it was too hot to make small talk. He lifted a hand in a half-wave and continued onward towards home.

It wasn’t until he was four entire blocks from the bus stop when he stopped and swore loudly. 

He couldn’t believe he’d left his skateboard on the fucking bus.

He paused for a moment, lifting his head up toward the sky and closing his eyes, concentrating on calming down before his temper got the better of him. After several long seconds he opened his eyes and sighed, knowing a lost cause when he saw one. Someone probably picked it up by now. It wasn’t like the MTA had a lost and found.

He swore again as he resumed his walk. Losing his board meant plenty of things. It would take him longer to get to work, it would take him longer to get home from work, and now he had to walk down the entirety of Spring street in the blistering summer heat.

Shaking out his blond hair he realized that if this was the case, a shorter hairstyle might be necessary. Or, he mused as he began the trek down the street that led to his home, he could grow it out a little more, and just tie it up in the back.

The walk would be almost enjoyable if it wasn’t so damn hot. Of course, the neighborhood had been better when Jasper was a kid. People were nicer. There was more of a sense of community when you walked down the streets. But with the gentrification of the area well underway it had lost a good amount of it’s charm.

Blinking ahead of him, he squinted his eyes into the setting sun. He knew he had a pair of sunglasses somewhere in his backpack, but he’d rather get home quicker than spend a good three minutes digging around in the cluttered bag for a pair of cheap shades.

As he approached a long stretch of road, he focused on someone standing on the sidewalk ahead of him. Directly to his left was a giant wall, separating the street from a highway exit ramp. It was a long, tall thing, stretching most of the street. It used to be prime real estate for graffiti artists, but in the past ten years the city had cracked down. Something about the wall being a part of some long-forgotten war memorial.

It was dumb as hell. The art along this walk used to look sick.

His mood—which was solidly bad but bordering on hopeless—suddenly lifted as he made his way further toward his house. Just ahead, a brand-new, giant mural had been painted on the wall.

He couldn’t hold back his grin as he slowly approached. After he got home and relieved the babysitter he’d probably take Kelsey and Austin back to look at it and take some pictures. Surely, the city had been alerted and it would be gone as soon as the weekend hit. He’d send a picture to Dad, too. Jasper was sure the guy needed something to smile about on his sixth twelve hour shift this week.

The closer he got, he realized that’s what the person on the sidewalk must have been doing; they hadn’t moved in a while. Probably one of the new residents of the newest luxury apartments across the street by the looks of it. She was wearing a white sundress and a yellow bucket hat, and her sneakers looked expensive.

He was barely twenty feet away when her canvas bag fell from her shoulder to the ground, sending all her belongings sprawling across the sidewalk. But as he made his way forward, cautiously now, the girl made no move to collect her items. She didn’t even acknowledge that they’d fallen.

A tiny alarm started to ring in his head, worry blooming abruptly in his stomach. As long as this girl didn’t hit the pavement, it would be okay.

“Um,” he spoke up as he approached, bending down to pick up an aluminum water bottle that had rolled it’s way toward him, “hello? You dropped your stuff.”

The girl didn’t react. At first, Jasper didn’t think she heard him. But then, he heard her.

Sniffling, that was. And when Jasper realized this random stranger was crying the discomfort struck him like a physical thing. “Miss?”

And when she turned toward him, she jumped as if she’d been snuck up on. Big blue eyes bloodshot red and full of tears. She blinked a few times, her mouth falling wide open as she studied his face, not once averting her eyes. Jasper didn’t know if it was rude or just bizarre, but it wasn’t until he found himself staring back when he realized something felt strange.

Familiar, almost. But the feeling passed quickly. Jasper was certain he didn’t know this girl.

But she kept staring at him, her eyes wide and stunned, her tears still falling.

He shifted her fallen water bottle from one hand to the next before his eyes began looking elsewhere. What he was looking for, he didn’t know. An escape route, maybe? A solution to this weird problem he suddenly found himself faced with? Instead his eye fell upon the giant mural, it’s colors blossoming across the wall in huge, arching floral patterns.

In the center, a line of elaborate text: “It’s a beautiful thing to be alive.”

The words were familiar to him in a way he couldn’t quite place. And suddenly a strange feeling of dejavu fell upon him as he stared at the art. He didn’t recognize the style, and there were no tags so he had no idea who the artist was. But, staring at this art, he felt something warm within him.

When he looked back to the girl, she jumped again, finally averting her gaze as she lifted a quick hand to wipe at her tear-stained face.

“Jeez, I’m so sorry,” she sniffled before laughing awkwardly. “That was weird. I don’t know what came over me.”

“You dropped some things,” Jasper spoke, still apprehensive as the girl wiped at her face and shook her head. He gestured to the ground with the water bottle he was still holding.

“Oh, goodness,” she was on the ground then, grabbing the bag and quickly shoving items back inside. Naturally, Jasper leaned forward to help, handing her a tangled pair of headphones, a few pens, and even her wallet. “Thank you so much, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he assured, feeling genuinely bad for the girl now. “It’s a little dented up,” he grimaced as she finally accepted the water bottle from him.

“It’s been like that,” she waved a dismissive hand and with the other reached out for the bottle, their fingertips brushing ever-so-lightly. Her eyes met his again, and she quickly looked away once more.

“It’s a very beautiful mural,” she spoke, the words coming out quickly as she found herself staring back toward the vibrant colors. “I just moved here and wanted to take a walk but then I got lost and then suddenly I saw this thing and I guess I was just overwhelmed and—god, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, really.” He shifted slightly on his feet. “You said you were lost?”

She frowned, nodding. “I have a vague idea where I am…”

“Where are you trying to go?”

“Spring and Alpine.”

Jasper looked at her strangely then. “Well, you’re on Spring. Alpine is just a few blocks that way,” he threw his thumb over his shoulder, pointing back the way he’d just come. “Right by the bus stop?”

“Yeah, by the blue building?” Jasper nodded. “Just moved into that.”

Jasper made a face as he thought to himself. As far as he knew that wasn’t a residential building, but he kept his comment to himself. “It’s not far up that way. I wouldn’t worry about finding your way home. I’d do it soon though,” he turned, surveying the nearly-empty street that gave off a misleading, quiet vibe. “The neighborhood isn’t very safe at night.”

The girl nodded, “Thanks for the heads up,” then, she sniffled again. “God, I don’t know why I’m such a wreck.”

“Are you okay?” He didn’t want to think about how weird it was, so he forced the offer out before he could truly let the impact of his idea settle. “Do you want me to walk you home, or?” Then the implication struck him, “Or I could just get you to Alpine—I don’t want to freak you out or anything. Just trying to help.”

“Um, if you could just point me in the direction, I think I’ll be able to figure it out.” She smiled up at him then, and Jasper felt suddenly like a creep for even offering. “Thank you though,” she stepped toward him, her smile softening, “I really appreciate it, really.”

Jasper cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly on his feet as he turned. “Well once you make it to the end of the block you’ll see the entrance to the highway. Then just turn left and Alpine will be up ahead. If you get to the CVS you’ve gone too far.”

“Thank you so much,” she sighed as she rearranged her bag onto her other shoulder, before peeking inside and double-checking the ground around her. Her eyes widened as she shuffled toward the curb and reached into the street, picking up a couple of discarded markers. “Whoops.”

“You got everything?” He asked, forcing himself to keep his feet planted as she wandered around, checking the ground for more of her items. He didn’t want to come off as menacing or scary to any degree, reminding himself that he was just some weird punk that had run into this normal-looking girl on the street. Anything to give off as much of a non-threatening vibe as possible. He even stepped back when she approached him again.

“This might be a bit forward, but can I see your hand?”

It was a strange request but Jasper didn’t even hesitate when he held his hand out toward her. At first, he thought she was going for a handshake—which was awkward enough—but when she grabbed his hand in her own small one, turning it palm-up, he froze when he realized she was writing something with one of her Sharpies.

“I know we don’t know the first thing about one another, but if you’re ever bored and feel like showing me the cool spots around here, that would be nice.” As she spoke she recapped her pen and tossed it into her bag, smiling brightly up at him. Then, she adjusted her bucket hat and began to walk down the street, waving happily toward him.

For several seconds Jasper stared down at his palm, the phone number (with a little fucking heart scrawled beside it) staring back at him, the ink feathering across the creases in his hand. Then, he spun toward where she was leaving. “Wait!” He called out, feeling silly. “I don’t even know your name.”

She turned as she walked, smiling back at him as she moved backwards. “I don’t know yours either!” She laughed, and when a breeze blew her dress around her slightly, the sun shining it’s golden beams to illuminate her face for him, Jasper felt his chest constrict slightly. 

“It’s Jasper,” he called toward her as she moved further up the street.

“Hi Jasper,” she paused long enough to curtsy, before turning back toward her destination. “I’m Alice!” And with a lifted arm she waved toward him, her introduction apparently serving as a farewell to their encounter.

Jasper took a few moments to himself, his eyes torn between three things: Alice’s departing form, the phone number he was quickly committing to memory, and the mural that had stood watch over the entire encounter.

Turning toward it, he whispered the words out loud, “It’s a beautiful thing to be alive.” And the words, no matter how cliche and how much Jasper would’ve typically mocked such a statement, somehow resonated with him. He turned again, watching as Alice’s form disappeared as she reached the end of the street and turned, following his directions, and felt a strange sensation within his chest.

Later, after he’d sent the babysitter home but before he cooked dinner, he grabbed his siblings by the hands and escorted the two nine-year olds back the way he’d come. But the wall on spring street was mysteriously and impossibly blank. His brother and sister stomped their feet, demanding to know what the deal was, but Jasper had simply stared, confused and shocked, assuring the twins that no, he wasn’t messing with them and yes, there really had been a giant piece of art there, hardly a half hour ago.

It wasn’t until that night when the twins were in bed and he was finishing the dishes in the sink that he paused, staring down at the number that was slowly fading on his palm. He made quick word of the cleaning before sitting himself firmly in a chair, opening his phone to type a quick message.

Alice? He sent the text, feeling solidly crazy ever since the disappearance of the art. It’s Jasper.

Her reply was almost immediate and brought him a level of relief and comfort that he didn’t know was possible—he hadn’t dreamed the encounter up, she was a real person. And if that was the case, then that meant that maybe he wasn’t insane. Maybe the mural had been there. Either way, he somehow knew that it didn’t even matter. He’d met this girl, and he had a strangely good feeling about her.

You’ve kept me waiting long enough.

[candycandy00]

texasgirl1344 suggested this in a comment on a post I made (Dabi under a lust quirk). It sounded fun so here you go! 

Smut. 18+. Blowjobs, masturbation, fist time sex, etc.

There he is again. That guy who comes into the convenience store you work at and buys a random assortment of snacks, a hood pulled low, casting his eyes in shadow, a medical mask covering his nose and mouth. From his build and the glimpses you’ve gotten of his eyes, he’s pretty cute. He rarely speaks, but he seems nice enough. 

Of course he turns out to be a villain. 

At the end of your shift, you’re taking out the garbage in the alley behind the store when you see bright blue light to your left, further down the alley. The guy in the hood had only left a few minutes ago, and you’re struck by the fear that he’s gotten caught up in something, so you do a very stupid thing. You investigate the bright light. 

At the other end of the alley, you find your cute hooded stranger shooting blue flames out of his hands, his hood blowing back from the air pressure and revealing black shiny hair. In front of him, three charred bodies lie at his feet, smoke rising from their forms. You recognize him now, even with the mask still on. This man is a dangerous, wanted villain named Dabi. You’ve seen clips of him on the news, committing violent acts. 

Your first instinct is to flee, but you don’t want to alert him to your presence, so you try to back away quietly. And your foot hits a metal soda can, making a shockingly loud sound. Because of course it does. 

Dabi turns around and your eyes meet. There’s a brief pause where you both seem surprised and speechless. Then you turn and run back down the alley, some ancient prey instinct taking over your body. 

You don’t get far. He’s on you within seconds, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and jerking you backwards, into his grasp. He drags you over to the brick wall and tosses you against it, then slams one hand into the wall right beside your head. 

“Can’t believe you made a run for it,” he says, sounding slightly out of breath. 

“Please don’t kill me!” you blurt out, your whole body shaking with fear. Should you do it? Should you use your quirk? 

He pulls off the mask and takes a deep breath. “No point hiding my face now, huh? You know who I am.”

You nod. “Y-you’re Dabi.”

“That’s right. And I really didn’t want to kill you, but I can’t have you reporting to the heroes that I’m hanging around this area,” he says, then leans in close. “So what should I do with you?”

You shrink back as far as you can against the wall. “I won’t tell anyone! I swear!” You know saying things like that is pointless. He has no reason to trust you. 

“Sorry, but I can’t just take your word for it, can I?”

You start to sniffle as tears sting your eyes. You have to use it. There’s a risk involved, but it’s better than dying. You start to charge up your power, but you need to buy a few more seconds of time. “O-okay,” you stammer, “but please don’t burn me. You can stab me or bash my head in or whatever, but I’ve always been terrified of fire.”

He stares at you for a moment, then sighs and pulls back a few inches away from you. “Alright, I won’t burn you to death. So stop crying. I’ll just-“

Before he can finish the sentence, you hit him with your quirk. A massive cloud of pink dust explodes from your body, enveloping Dabi and causing him to cough and hack, waving his arm frantically to try to knock the dust away from his face. But it’s too late. He’s already inhaled it. 

Your friends have joked that your quirk reminds them of a skunk, because you once had to use it this way before. A man was trying to rob the store one night and had a gun pointed at your face. You hit him with the quirk and ran off while he was dealing with the consequences. 

Those consequences included a painfully sudden erection that didn’t go away for hours. At least, that’s what usually happened. To be clear, the quirk only makes people so aroused that they can hardly bear it. The quirk doesn’t make them attracted to you in the slightest. In fact, the few times you’ve used it (mostly on accident), the person hit with it ran to the nearest bathroom to furiously masturbate if they didn’t have a lover to run to. But you did realize the potential danger of using it on the wrong person, someone who didn’t care who they fucked and didn’t care about consent. Your quirk didn’t override a person’s mind or values, but someone who already thought nothing of raping someone would be very dangerous under the effects of this quirk. 

Dabi was a villain. It was certainly possible that he was the wrong sort of person to use it on. But it was either this or be killed. 

Presently, Dabi has dropped to his knees, panting heavily, looking down at his crotch in disbelief and then back at you. 

“What the fuck did you do to me?” he asks, his voice strained. 

“It’s a lust quirk. It’ll wear off in a few hours,” you tell him, backing away, getting ready to run back to the store, where a few other employees were still cleaning up before closing time. 

He groans, rubbing at his crotch though his pants. “A few hours?! Fuck!”

You pause and watch him, unable to take your eyes off his face, the healthy parts of his skin flushed red, his soft hair hanging in his eyes, his hand struggling to unbuckle his belt, stilted moans escaping his lips. 

Oh fuck, he’s hot. 

He looks up at you, and instead of looking threatening or angry, he just looks… hungry. Like he’s starving and you have a big plate of food in your hands. His eyes move over you, but he makes no attempt to grab you or even touch you. 

Suddenly you feel sorry for him. You step closer to him and say, “Do you want me to help you to a restroom?” 

He groans and tries to stand up, stumbling a bit. You take hold of one of his arms and help steady him, then you help him walk back to the store. 

The store is empty, and you remember that they had decided to close up early today. You feel like slapping yourself for forgetting, but it does make things less awkward as you lead Dabi to the men’s restroom and into a stall. He flops down on the toilet, fully clothed, and you turn to leave. 

Only, you can’t bring yourself to walk out of the restroom. You hear Dabi’s belt coming undone, and you go back to the open stall, where he’s in the process of unbuttoning his pants. He looks up at you questioningly. 

“Um… can I… watch?” 

His flushed face frowns. “Huh? You a pervert or something?”

“No! I just… Sorry, never mind! I shouldn’t have asked that!” You own face is flushed as you start to leave again. 

“I don’t care,” he says, those eyes looking at you hungrily again. Weird. Your quirk shouldn’t have that effect on him. 

“Really? Are you sure?”

He nods, finally getting his pants open and pulling his cock free. It’s huge, and so hard and stiff, it looks like it’s about to explode. You blush as you stare at it, watching his hand begin moving up and down the length, feeling transfixed as the tip glistens. He has three piercings that look like they were incredibly painful, but somehow they turn you on. You stand there in the doorway of the stall, holding onto the door frame, squeezing your thighs together to prevent the growing wetness between your legs from leaking out, watching this villain stroke his cock. You face is hot, tinted pink, your lips open. You’re beginning to breathe harder. 

Dabi looks at your face and, between ragged breaths, asks, “Did your quirk affect you too?”

“No,” you answer, “I’m immune.”

His eyes pointedly shift to your thighs, where your arousal has dripped down from under your short skirt and is leaving a trail down your leg. You gasp and reach down to try to cover it with your arm, but it’s no use. Dabi has already seen it. You squish your thighs even tighter together and say, “I’ve never watched someone jack off before. I didn’t know it would be so…”

“So what?” he asks, tilting his head back but still watching your face as his arm increases speed and force. The motion is making a wet sound as his hand spreads the wetness from the tip all over the shaft. 

“So… hot.”

He suddenly grabs a handful of toilet paper and covers the end of his cock with it. He groans and closes his eyes, then his whole body tenses. A few seconds later, he pulls the paper away and tosses it in the nearby trash can, exhaling a deep breath and leaning his back against the wall behind him. 

It only takes a moment for him to realize something is wrong and sit up straight, looking down at his still fully hard cock. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry, it’s because of the quirk. I said it’ll last a few hours, remember?”

“You mean it’s gonna stay hard the whole time?” he asks, looking at his own dick as if it had betrayed him. He groans as the feeling of uncontrollable arousal hits him again, and his hand is already beginning to move again. 

You shift uncomfortably in the doorway, your panties so wet that it feels like you’ve peed yourself. “I can help, if you want me to.”

His eyes shift to your face immediately, his hand freezing in place. “What?”

You step closer. “I just thought… since I caused this, I could help. If that’s okay with you.”

He opens his legs further apart and looks you in the eyes. “Do whatever you want.”

He must have expected you to reach down and stroke him with your hand, because he seems very surprised when you drop to your knees in front of him and lean your face forward. You extend your tongue and gently lap at the tip of his cock, causing him to moan. You’ve never even touched a dick before, something your friends tease you about, considering your quirk, but your instincts guide you. 

You close your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue around it as you move back and forward, letting it hit the back of your throat. You feel one of Dabi’s hands on your head, burying his fingers in your hair. You prod one of his piercings with your tongue and his cock twitches in your mouth. This all turns you on so much that you spread your knees apart, pull your skirt up, and shove one hand down the front of your panties. You have a well used vibrator at home but you’re so aroused, your fingers stroking your clit will easily get the job done.  

Seeing you do this must have turned Dabi on as well, because it feels like he just got even harder, if that was possible, and he moans as he presses your head down, making you fight to suppress your gag reflex. Then, all at once he pushes your head down so hard that you feel like you’re choking, and groans as he cums down your throat. 

You swallow it all eagerly, your hand still working between your legs. You only regret that he was so far down your throat when he came, you didn’t get a proper taste of his cum. You want it to coat your tongue. You want to savor it. 

He’s still hard in your mouth, so you don’t pull away even when he moves his hand from your head. You just start moving your tongue around him again, sliding your lips up and down him. You glance up at his face and see him looking at you with a strange expression. It’s unreadable, but he can’t take his eyes off you as you continue sucking him off and pleasuring yourself at the same time. 

You feel yourself getting close to climaxing, so you increase the intensity of your strokes, feeling your body quiver. Finally, you cum, and you let his cock slide out of your mouth just long enough to moan. When he sees this, he suddenly grips your chin and presses two fingers into your mouth, holding it open as he shoots his cum onto your tongue. 

You slide your tongue around in your open mouth, tasting his cum and spreading it all over the inside of your mouth. It’s so good, you think you might get addicted. You pull your sopping wet hand out of your panties, fingers sticky, and reach toward the toilet paper, but Dabi catches your hand in his and pulls your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. 

He’s still hard. Of course he is. His eyes are looking increasingly wild and desperate, the lust completely over taking him. Soon he’ll be like a feral animal, doing anything and everything to cum again. If you don’t want to be fucked by him, now is probably the time to leave, before he loses himself completely. You stand up on shaky legs and look down at him. He’s breathing hard, one hand starting to stroke himself again, hair disheveled, blue eyes staring up at you. You look at his cock, and you wonder if that monster will even fit inside you. But he has that look again, like he’s positively starving for you, like he wants you more than anything else in the world. 

This man was going to kill you only a little while ago. Now you want his dick to obliterate your virginity. Maybe you’re not so immune to your quirk after all. You reach under your skirt and pull your panties down, tossing them aside. You step closer to Dabi and say, “I can help you some more if you want.”

He reaches up and jerks the skirt down so fast, you almost fall down from the force. He practically tears it from your body, leaving you exposed from the waist down. You feel a quick rush of embarrassment, but it quickly passes. You’ve been staring at his dick all this time. Why be embarrassed by him staring at your pussy? 

You position yourself above his cock, placing the tip right at your entrance. You rub yourself on him a bit, then prepare to lower yourself. “This is my first time, so be-“

He doesn’t let you finish the sentence. With a growl of pure, animalistic lust, he grabs your waist and pulls you down. You’re so slick from cumming earlier that, combined with him pulling you down so forcefully, his massive cock goes all the way in. For a moment, your brain goes complete numb. You don’t breathe. Your eyes go wide as tears fill them. You don’t move a muscle, you just sit there, impaled on his cock, your whole body twitching. Then you gasp, starting to breathe again. You’ve never felt pain quite like that before, but it also feels incredible. You’re so full of him, so warm, you want him to go even deeper. 

His eyes, clouded with desire as they are, stay on your face. “You okay?” he manages to ask 

“Yeah,” you say, “I think you just rearranged my insides, but I’m good.”

He laughs, but his face is still full of lust, arousal. He’s being as patient as he can, but he wants to move. You can feel it in the way his muscles are twitching. 

You take a deep breath and brace yourself, then you start moving, slowly and gingerly at first, just wiggling around a bit, and then you raise yourself up slightly so that you can slide back down. 

Dabi tosses his head back, grunts of “Fuck!” escaping his lips. His hands are still on your waist, gripping the flesh there for dear life. 

After a while, you start to feel more comfortable, so your movements get more bold. You’re riding him now, grinding against him, arms wrapped around his neck. The sounds he’s making almost bring you to orgasm again on their own. Soon after, his whole body stiffens, he moans again, and you feel him cum inside you. How does he have anything left? 

You slide off him and stand in the stall on trembling legs. He must know you need a break, because he starts jacking off again, using the sticky combination of your and his cum, and the small amount of blood from your deflowering, as lube. You watch him, mesmerized by the sight. Eventually he cums again, though only a few drops ooze out. 

He’s still hard, the poor guy. You start to feel sorry for everyone you’ve ever used this quirk on, even the guy who held you at gun point. You had no idea the effects were so intense. 

You have to take responsibility and help him out again. Two handjobs and another blowjob later, the quirk has finally worn off, and both of you are exhausted. You’ve collapsed onto his lap, breathing hard, clutching his jacket. You gather your strength and stand up, picking up your discarded clothing from the floor. 

You glance back at Dabi, who has his head leaned back, his eyes closed. Did he pass out? Should you take this chance to run away? That was the original plan after all. But no, something tells you not to do that. 

“So are you still going to kill me?” you ask, keeping your voice even. 

He lifts his head and looks at you. “I was never gonna kill you. I was gonna threaten you a little and try to scare you into not calling the heroes on my ass.”

“Oh,” you say, feeling stupid. 

He slowly stands up and buttons his pants. “I told you I didn’t want to kill you. Why do you think I keep coming in here?”

You still don’t get it. Maybe your brain is still fuzzy from all the orgasms. “Why do you keep coming in here?”

He gives you a weak grin. “There’s this cute girl who works here. I like seeing her smile when I walk in.”

You blush at that, your own grin spreading across your face. “What a coincidence. There’s this cute guy who comes in all the time but hides his face. I’ve always wanted to know who he is.”  

Dabi laughs as he heads to the sink and washes his hands. You watch him in the mirror, your mind drifting back to all the things you just did with this man. When he’s finished, he opens the door to the restroom. He looks at you over his shoulder and says, “That’s a hell of a quirk you have. Next time, let’s be a little better prepared.”

With that, he leaves. You look at yourself in the mirror. Hair messy, cheeks flushed red, drying cum on your face. All you can think is, “Next time?”

[hopelessromantic423]

In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning

Pairing: Ex!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After breaking up with Bucky, you miss him greatly but you don’t feel it’s your place to contact him. One sleepless night, Bucky shows up at your doorstep and you two reconcile.

*Inspired by the song In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning*

The moonlight crept through your windows and shined on the messed up comforter surrounding your legs.

You sat curled up into a ball, partly mad at yourself for not falling asleep and cold because that certain warmth that Bucky Barnes gave when he held you was gone for good.

You hadn't called, neither had he, but you would glance at your phone for hours on end just hoping he'd call. You both had neglected the time that goes into a relationship, which made you and Bucky come to a uncomfortable break up. Still, even if it was 4:00 am he could still call.

You had learned your lesson from the previous months, but you couldn't tell him that until he made up his mind. Day in and day out you would just glance at your phone with the screen completely black hoping it would light up and have Bucky's names on it.

Finally you gave up. Bucky Barnes was gone for good. You stopped staring at your phone and kept occupied with other things. Tonight's agenda was attempting to read a novel you bought three months ago and never got around to it.

That's when you heard your ringtone go off. Your eyes widened at the sight. You had to double check you weren't dreaming.

Bucky's caller ID flashed the screen and you let out a little gasp and butterflies filled your stomach. It was late at night, but you picked up right away.

"Hello?"

"Hey Doll," Bucky sounded tired but relieved you had picked up. "Um... so this is going to sound really weird but I'm outside your apartment right now. Could I see you?"

"Y-yea. Hold on," you hurriedly walked to the door with your phone pressed to your ear. As you unlocked your door, there stood the disbelieved Bucky Barnes in a pair of navy sweatpants and a grey Brooklyn high school sweatshirt. His hair was shockingly shorter, with it almost to an army length haircut.

You both dropped the phone from your ears almost in sync while taking in each other's looks. You were dressed in a pair of matching pajamas your mom had bought you at the department store with buttons haphazardly put together. Bucky always noticed how effortless your hair looked even in a bun, which was a signature of yours.

Bucky's eyes looked tired, like he hadn't slept for a month, but neither had you. The two of you waited for one person to speak just staring in each other's desperate eyes.

"What's wrong Buck? Are you hurt?"

"No, no. I just..."

You could tell this was Bucky's realization to what he was doing; but he couldn't run now.

"I can't sleep. It's been a month and I haven't slept soundly. I'm running out of options here Y/N and-"

Without a word you wrapped your arms around his neck in an embrace. If took a few seconds for Bucky to realize what was happening, but when he did his arms wrapped tightly around you almost knocking the wind out of you.

"I'm so sorry Bucky. I never meant to hurt you," you muffled in his sweatshirt. A few tears soaked into the cloth of his shoulder.

"I know doll, I know,” he said softly, “I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said those things."

Bucky pulled away and wiped a few stray tears off your cheek with his thumb. It lingered there as he took in your expression.

"You cut your hair," you said with a soft smile as your hands brushed through the short coifed hair on his head. Bucky couldn’t help but smile when you brushed through his hair, like it was something he had been waiting months to tell you about.

"I finally listened to you. Do you like it?"

"I love it, really brings out your eyes,” you teased.

"C'mon let's get some sleep,” you said tugging him into your apartment.

When you went to take a few more steps into your apartment, you felt Bucky stop so you turned to make sure everything was alright. When your eyes found him, he was standing there with a grateful, sentimental look on his face. Like he never thought something like this would happen again.

"I missed you. So much," Bucky whispered as he looked deep into your eyes hoping you understand how much he meant it, which you did.

"I missed you too James,” you reassured.

Still having your hand within his, you lead him to your bedroom and slid into the sheets. He followed never breaking touch with you. Even when you let go of his hand, his palm rested on your waist as you situated the sheets.

Tucked in Bucky's arms, that warmth you missed just a few hours ago was now all you ever dreamed of. Yes, you two had a lot to talk about that could wait till the morning.

[uramichislefttiddie]

Life Lessons With Uramichi Oniisan Alphabet

||Contains: Uramichi Omota + Iketeru Daga||

||Warnings: NSFW||

Reminder! Please don’t comment anything that implies your age, I cannot stop who reads this unfortunately but I can at the very least give out a warning that this contains nsfw content.⚠️

please forgive me I could not stop laughing whilst writing this, I had to skip specific words because it did not sound right to me and my childish behaviour😭

Uramichi Omota:

A: Aftercare (how they treat you afterwards)

If anything all this man will want to do is try and get a good nights rest even if it means only a couple hours of sleep. He will make sure however you are cleaned up and are alright before he deals with himself. He’d never leave you to care for yourself, he always makes sure he cares for you first. He’s very touch starved meaning he makes sure he gets cuddles and kisses before you both drift off into a slumber!

B: Body (his fav part of his body and yours)

His favourite body part on himself most likely would be his muscles specifically his toned arms, I mean he’s a former gymnast so what can you expect? On you his favourite part would be either ass or thighs, the reason mainly being it’s something he can rest on, or another reason being he loves to mark your thighs up not caring if anyone can see, also he just genuinely likes groping your ass however he’ll only do that in privacy, he’d rather not have the risk of someone having just witnessed him groping your ass in public. In make out sessions always expect his hands to be roaming either along your thighs or ass there’s no other option it could be.

C: Cum (well I’m pretty sure you can gather what I mean)

Majority of the time he will make sure to not cum inside you meaning hell either do it over your face or body, however once in awhile if you allow him he will not pass up the opportunity to cum inside you. When I say once in awhile, Uramichi will try and make it near enough every time that you allow him to cum inside, he just loves the idea of having the risk you could end up with having his children. (Russian roulette type beat/j) and a plus to him is that if he can cum in you it means less cleaning to do.

D: Dirty Secret (a secret of theirs that they haven’t told)

Now I get a strong sense that this man really wants to try bondage with ropes especially, wether it be you that’s tied up or him he doesn’t care either way he really wants to try it. But he doesn’t want to scare you off by asking so he still hasn’t mentioned it and he doesn’t want you to start making fun off him about it💀 however you’ve had an inkling for awhile that he’s got something about being tied up.

E: Experiance (Do they know what they’re doing?)

Now he may be 31 years of age but this man has never gone past kissing someone before he met you. You were his first and oh boy he had no clue what he was doing, mainly because he was nervous and couldn’t comprehend what was truly happening. He has watched his fair share of porn etc but when it came down to actually doing it himself he mind had become fog. Overtime though he’s come to learn what you like best and least and has took that into account and now it’s as if he’s been doing it for years.

F: Favourite Position (which he prefers to do)

Now he’ll most likely switch between a mating press or doggy style. The reasoning for mating press is it allows him to be more face to face to you and he can see your face during it which turns him on even more. And let’s be real he more than likely has a breeding kink. So mating press + breeding kink = heaven to him. Now the reason for doggy style is because he loves having your bare ass slam against him and watching it jiggle when he slaps it. He also loves leaving marks on your hips meaning doggy style makes that all the easier.

G: Goofy (do they laugh or are they the serious type)

Uramichi is probably the type of be serious, he might laugh there and than every so often if something a bit funny happens but overall he’s pretty much serious and that’s just him.

H: Hairy (shave? Unshaven?)

Unshaven, however he will trim it if you ask him to, but seeing as he’s 31 I think he couldn’t care less about body hair as it’s normal and he just sees it as a waste of time to have to repeatedly shave.

I: Intamicy (how they’re like in bed)

80% of the time he will be rough, releasing out all the pent up anger and frustration, but he still makes sure your ok. Although there will be them days where he just wants to be more romantic than rough and his whole demeanour will have flipped upside down and he’ll be acting all lovey dovey. Plus most definitely a switch.

J: Jack Off (Do they? Or not?)

Nah, not really, if he’s in that type of mood and your not with him he’ll either wait or come meet you wherever you are so he can get relief.

K: Kink (What kinks they have)

Gagging, Breeding, Bondage, Dacryphilia, cockwarming

L: Length (how big they are)

He’s more girthy than long, he’s probably about 6 inches which is a good length all in all.

M: Motivation (what gets them going)

When you start whining at him for attention or if you raise your voice at him because oh boy that really does set off something in him when you raise your voice.

N: No (something they will not do)

Knife play or anything that could seriously harm you even by accidental.

O: Oral (which they prefer)

He prefers giving than receiving but once in awhile he’d just want you to be the one giving it to him and making him fall under your touch.

P: Pace (how fast they go)

He’s not necessarily fast but rather hard. By that I mean he will go full force into you where both yours skins slap against each other and where he will grunt a lot which oh boy is hot.

Q: Quicke (do they do them?)

Surprisingly he does them a lot seeing as he has work 6 days a week which really only leaves him with one day where it can just be you and him all day. So either he’ll do one in the morning or at night but it depends if he’s feeling too tired after work.

R: Risk (are they one for taking a risk?)

Now he’ll hate someone interrupting so he always makes sure you both do it where the chances of getting interrupted are reduced drastically, plus it’d be very embarrassing for someone to walk in. Usahara now always make sure to knock before making his grand entrance into his apartment. The risk of you getting pregnant kinda excites him in a way so you gotta watch out with this man.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

On an average he can last around 2-3 rounds but on a very good day it feels like it’s never ending, he just needs that motivation if you get me.

T: Toys (do they use them)

No. He’s never really been into them and they’ve never sparked his interest.

U: Unfair (are they fair)

He’s quite fair to be honest, he makes sure you both equally get what you both want but there can be times he can be a tease when he’s in one of them type of moods.

V: Volume (how loud they are)

Majority of the time he lets out grunts rather than moans, he gets embarrassed if he moans however after the time you told him you like it when does he doesn’t hold back anymore but like I said most of the time he grunts and breathes heavily.

X: X-ray (what they’re like under there)

Like I said, more girthy than long.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

It’s shockingly quite high, although it may not show when he’s near you expect him to be quite touchy most of the time waiting for you to get the signal. In simple terms he’s quite the horn dog.

Z: Zzz (how fast they go to sleep afterwards)

I’ll say it straight. He goes to sleep incredibly fast, but he won’t before he makes sure your cleaned up and settled down!

Iketeru Daga

A: Aftercare (how they treat you afterwards)

This boy will give you the best aftercare ever. You hungry? Ok he’ll go make something for you. You want to go for a drive? Ok he’ll take you for a drive. You want a shower/bath? Ok he’ll go prepare you one. You understand me now. He will double check your ok and cleaned up as best as possible. Will always make sure you’ve gone to the toilet afterwards and have had some water. Will fall asleep with you in his arms always whilst reading to you.

B: Body (his fav part of his body and yours)

His favourite part of his body will be his hands, not only because they’re pleasing to the eye but because he knows his long fingers can make you come undone very quickly and easily and that gives him somewhat of a boost. His favourite part of your body to him will be your lips, he loves the feeling of them when he kisses you or when your kissing him anywhere (😏 /j)

C: Cum (well I’m pretty sure you can gather what I mean)

He loves seeing his cum dripping down your face, the way it leaves a shine along your face just looks so pretty to him. So he prefers to cum over your face or in your mouth to where he can see it dripping down yourself. Don’t get me wrong he’d love to cum in you but he’s responsible and would rather wait until you both want a child so he doesn’t need to worry about getting you pregnant.

D: Dirty Secret (a secret of theirs that they haven’t told)

He likes to be choked. Awhile back you had no clue until you accidentally did and that’s when the game got even more interesting. He really just overall loves seeing you in charge.

E: Experiance (Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a few girlfriends in the past but never gone as far as to do more than make out with them, he’s always said he’d save it for the when the right person comes along and he knows it the right person. But he very much does know what he’s doing, he knows how to make you feel good, he’s done plenty of research.

F: Favourite Position (which he prefers to do)

Reverse cowgirl. He absolutely loves you riding him and if it means reverse cowgirl it allows him to smack your ass and fondle it, also allows him to easily guide you with your hips. Damn he goes berserk when your in this position I tell you.

G: Goofy (do they laugh or are they the serious type)

Do I even need to say? Of course he’s going to be goofy, the man laughs at dick jokes. However once he starts laughing that’s it, he won’t be able to stop for awhile, it’s honestly become uncontrollable.

H: Hairy (shave? Unshaven?)

Honestly, he leaves it down to you and what you prefer, he doesn’t mind if you prefer shaven or not either way he’ll go with what you like.

I: Intamicy (how they’re like in bed)

Probably the slow but long stroke type of guy. He loves the way you start to become impatient and fidgety. He loves the look in your eyes when he’s facing you.

J: Jack Off (Do they? Or not?)

He only will if he hasn’t seen you for a few days or hasn’t been able to do anything with you. He prefers doing it with you actually.

K: Kink (What kinks they have)

Choking, Food Play, Cockwarming, Spit, Praise

L: Length (how big they are)

Longer than girthy, he reaches about 7.5 inches, he can definitely reach the high spots.

M: Motivation (what gets them going)

When you start to praise him, especially with “good boy” that will get him going almost immediately, it just switches something on in his mind so very quickly.

N: No (something they will not do)

He’s willing to try most things as long as you feel safe and he feels safe and you both know to be careful and know how far to go with everything.

O: Oral (which they prefer)

He prefers receiving than giving, he just loves being able to watch you go down on him and struggle. But when you want some he will be more than happy to give.

P: Pace (how fast they go)

Life I previously said, he’s the type of guy that goes slow but he makes sure he’s hitting all the right spots that you like and that gets you going.

Q: Quicke (do they do them?)

He prefers to not have them but if it comes down to it and you really want one he will do so, but don’t expect it to become a regular thing.

R: Risk (are they one for taking a risk?)

Oh he’s scarred many peoples eyes and mind because he simply “forgot” to lock the door and close the curtains/blinds. Poor Uramichi as if he hadn’t enough going on. He doesn’t really want to risk getting you pregnant though, so he will use a condom.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

He can go for a straight 3 or more rounds, it normally stops when it’s you that can’t take anymore not the other way round, he always waits until you’ve had your pleasure before he’ll stop.

T: Toys (do they use them)

Now he’d never admit it, but before you two started being sexual he had quite the few toys. He most likely had a flashlight, tenga egg and a cock ring for example. Them type of ones.

U: Unfair (are they fair)

He’s the fairest of them all, he’d make sure your getting what you need and than sort himself out, he’s never once been unfair to you.

V: Volume (how loud they are)

Now…this mans a full on moaner and he has no shame about it. He honestly has that type of pretty moan too, where he whimpers at the same time and he will not look away either. Oh and if your the one sucking him off, be prepared because he can’t hold back at all, it’s honestly like heaven to him.

X: X-ray (what they’re like under there)

As already said he’s quite long compared to others, he reaches about 7.5 inches.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Probably around average but if you get him going well-

Z: Zzz (how fast they go to sleep afterwards)

Will not go to sleep no matter what before you, it always has to be you that falls asleep first before he can fall into a slumber. He always wants to know your safe. And plus if you’ve fallen asleep he will clean you up if you haven’t already, and will leave some water and paracetamol next to you for when you wake up and if he leaves before you in the morning or wakes up before you he’ll always leave a little note next to you too.

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Flufftober Day 6 - Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights

@flufftober

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Word Count: 1307

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Cursing

This is one chapter of an entire linear story! It can be read separately but is better when read as a whole. Enjoy!

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Fuck these Yoba-forsaken mines!

It’s been two hours. Two hours. You haven’t even gotten down five floors yet! You curse yourself for not listening when the TV’s fortune teller warned you about the spirit’s displeasure, but you figured that was just superstition. You can’t help but second guess now as you slash your blade into yet another slime, trying to clear out this infested floor before you can adventure deeper. 

You’re caught off guard when a slime approaches you from behind, throwing its entire body forward into a lunge that nearly knocks you off your feet. You swing your sword toward the slime, but it’s just out of your reach, and you see it rearing back to leap again. You already feel weak, but you know that you have to make it down one more floor if you want to reach the next elevator and turn its power on. Otherwise, you’ll have to make up all of this progress again.

You dodge out of the way as the slime lunges again, recovering quickly to thrust your blade into the slime. It leaves a deep gash that starts to leak the goo-like substance that makes up the inside of the slime (is it blood? You’re not really sure), but you know that one hit won’t be enough to take it down. These things are shockingly resilient. 

The slime leaps for you again, and this time you aren’t able to dodge, so the slime hits you full force and knocks you back several feet. You stumble and try to keep your balance, and even though your feet remain under you, you can feel the damage that the slime did. You’ll have heavy bruises for the next few days, at least. 

Your vision sways a little and you feel an unpleasant pounding in your head, a sure sign that you’re going to pass out soon. But you refuse to give up. You will not be giving these damn slimes the pleasure of defeating you, even if you faint because of it. 

The slime moves to charge you again, but this time, you stare it head-on, and when it starts to jump you swing your sword with expert ability, causing a large gash to form across the slime’s entire body. That same goo starts to pour out of the large cut and the slime soon crumples to the ground, melding into the ground and forming a ladder to the floor below. Well, that’s some weird-ass magic.

You use your last remaining strength to push yourself down the ladder, then head over to the elevator and switch the breaker next to it on. That supplies power to this part of the elevator shaft, making it operable again. You feel around the wall in your dazed state to find the elevator button, and when it’s located, you wait for the elevator itself to descend to your floor before stumbling into it and letting it carry you back to the entrance of the mines. 

When the elevator dings and the grated doors slide open, you step out into the large cavern and collapse against the wall, finally allowing yourself a moment to just breathe. The dim light of the lanterns posted around the walls is the only thing illuminating the area, but it’s nice. You don’t think your eyes could handle anything brighter. 

“You look like you’re in rough shape.” You look up, completely startled, having not even realized that you weren’t alone. Even though your vision is still black around the edges, you can make out Sebastian standing next to the cave’s entrance, a cigarette held between his pointer and middle fingers. 

You don’t even have the energy to respond, you just shake your head up and down in a pathetic nod. Sebastian smirks knowingly. 

“Here, take this, I think you need it.” Sebastian reaches into his pocket with his free hand and pulls something out, tossing it across the cave towards you. It isn’t until you catch it that you realize what it is: an energy bar. “Eat up.” 

“Thank you,” you mumble weakly, tearing the corner off the wrapping with your teeth and then cracking off a piece of the bar to put in your mouth. As soon as you’ve swallowed the first bite, you already feel a little better. The darkness has left your vision and your blinding headache has reduced to a gentle throbbing. 

Sebastian pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on and makes his way across the cave to sit next to you. A subtle scent of cigarette smoke wafts off of him, but it isn’t necessarily bad. It just smells like Sebastian. A mix of smoke and cologne that you sort of love. 

He lowers himself to the ground next to you and snuffs out the cigarette on the floor of the cave, which you do appreciate. Though you don’t much mind the smell, you’re not sure if your damaged body could handle straight smoke right now. 

“What are you doing in here?” you ask once you’ve finished off the energy bar. It really did work wonders for you. You still feel incredibly drained, but no longer in danger of passing out with one wrong move. It’ll be enough to get you through the rest of the evening, at least. “I thought you usually smoked over by the lake.”

You’re also not sure why exactly you have Sebastian’s basic schedule memorized. You’ve started to take note of where you see him and when lately, and you guess that your brain has started subconsciously keeping track of it, for some unknown reason. Though it is nice to know whereabout he’ll be, if you ever do need him for something. Partner in crime, remember?

“I do, but it’s pouring rain,” he replies. It’s only then that you notice how right he is. Sheets of rain are thundering down to the ground outside, and it’s honestly a miracle that the cave is as dry as it is. A little bit of water has started to seep in from outside, but storms this heavy usually didn’t last super long, so you figure you’re safe to stay in the cavern for a little while. “Can’t exactly smoke in this, and Mom won’t let me do it in the house.”

“I don’t know why you smoke in the first place. It isn’t exactly good for you,” you point out, but you don’t realize exactly how rude it sounds until the words escape your lips. Sebastian doesn’t seem to mind much, though, but he does let out a small sigh. 

“I don’t know what to tell you,” he admits. His face looks shallow in the low light of the cave’s lanterns, and it makes him look more solemn. “Maybe it’s an escape. Maybe I do it because I don’t care if it kills me. Maybe it’s just something that feels like a small rebellion. I really don’t know.” 

You purse your lips together. That’s not the answer you expected. “Well, you at least shouldn’t do it just because you don’t care if it kills you. There are lots of people here that would be sad if you died.”

Sebastian doesn’t respond, but he has an almost shamed look on his face, which makes your heart pang with guilt. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, just… there are a lot of people here who care about you. Myself included.” 

“You barely know me.” He doesn’t say it like it’s an accusation, instead there’s a bit of humour to his voice, like he thinks you’re joking. 

“Yeah, well, I know enough to know that I’d be sad to lose you. Just think about that, okay?”

Sebastian stays quiet, but after a few moments of silence, he responds. “Okay.”

His smoke breaks by the lake seemed much less frequent after that.

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