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batmanie · 11 months ago

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Ghosts of Christmas Past

“Doctor Murphy! You need to come at once, it is an emergency! Batman brought in the Joker.” The guard who had rudely interrupted the group therapy session hastily explained.

Doctor Murphy cast an exasperated look at the four inmates who sat around the table. So far the therapy session had been a complete failure despite him trying to break the ice with hot cocoa. Even merry Santa hats he had given them had not helped to improve the mood. Perhaps his idea to have a session on Christmas Eve wasn’t that brilliant?

“Can’t be helped then.” He nodded towards the guards. “I leave things to you for now, as long as they behave, encourage any positive behavior. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

As soon as the door closed behind the shrink, one of the inmates scooted closer to the other.

“I got you something, Professor,” Harleen chirped sweetly. An innocent smile dancing on her face, it probably meant some troubles. “Here you go.” She took out an orange uniform and handed it to Crane.

Jonathan eyed the object suspiciously. “It’s an Arkham jumpsuit…”

“No, Professor,” the girl protested, unfolding the fabric and presenting the gift for him to see the details. “It’s a Christmas sweater. See?”

The orange clothing had indeed a little drawings of snowflakes, Christmas trees, and pumpkins doodled on it with a waterproof marker.

“I made it myself!” Harley proudly waved the uniform in front of Scarecrow’s expressionless face. “It is my Christmas gift for you. I hope you will wear it.”

An amused snort came from the direction of the third person at the table. Mary Dahl was fighting to hold back her giggles.

Edward Nygma, the fourth patient in their session, knew no such shame and didn’t even try to hold his laughter. “Haha, a sweater, so fitting for your age group, Crane, too bad I couldn’t smuggle in a walking stick but hey, maybe I can find a pair of support stocking for you, gramps.”

Crane pursed his lips but before he could say anything Harleen was already on it for him.

“Hey, come on now, guys! Don’t be jelly. I will make one for you the next year.”

“Harleen is right,” Crane nodded toward her politely, thanking for the gift and stuffing it under his regular jumpsuit. “Not getting anything from anyone on Christmas and being neglected and forgotten by the outside world is not the reason to be mean to your fellow inmates.”

“Excuse me?” Nygma’s face turned pink-ish, the color almost matching Baby Doll’s ribbons. “I got a tone of letters and postcards from my fans from all over Gotham!”

“Do you mean the letters you were writing for the whole month in your cell, Eddie? I didn’t know you were writing to yourself,” Harley gave him a ‘poor thing’ kind of look and Edward’s pink cheeks got crimson red.

"You get along so well, you are such awesome friends," Mary suddenly commented out of the blue. She was absentmindedly staring in the mug with hot chocolate in front of her.

"We are what?" Edward exclaimed almost scandalized, and Jonathan, as hard as it was to admit, agreed with him for once.

“In fact, you act like a real family,” she continued, her voice seemingly indifferent but there was a hint of sadness to it if one was listening carefully. “You fight, you laugh, you obvious care…”

“Oh, my dear, naive Miss Dahl,” Edward, who almost emptied his own mug of hot chocolate, raised his voice and entered his particularly annoying preaching tone. “I assure you, if we were to act like my family, fighting wouldn’t just stop at a verbal back and forth. Oh, no. If we were acting like my family, Harleen here would be already laying flat under the Christmas tree instead of presents, too drunk to get her sorry ass to bed, and Crane here would be yelling at me for asking him to buy me jigsaw puzzles for Christmas. Now, that is how I remember the ‘real family’, it has nothing to do with ‘care’.”

“Hah, if you all were my family, all four of us evil children of Satan would be spending the Christmas day and night locked in a freezing basement with the coal, gnawing on raw potatoes while our ‘saintly’ grandmother was away to church, before descending on her neighbors’ houses like a parasite to stuff herself with fried turkey, corn bread and pecan pie, and preaching to them about Christian charity,” Crane threw in.

“Well,” Harley spoke up awkwardly, “at least your families acknowledge the existence of Christmas, while my Jewish mother never gave a damn, too busy to hang out with her new boyfriends ever since my dear ol’ dad had gotten himself locked up in jail.”

Mary rolled her eyes at these confessions. “Wow, that escalated quickly. We sit here alone for only few minutes and you crybabies are already sharing your weepy stories, as if it was a real group session. You could at least wait for Doctor Murphy to come back.”

Now it was Crane’s turn to roll his eyes: “Why would we need to wait for that duffer while we have two competent psychoanalysts sitting right here at this table?”

“Right! Who needs him anyway? This meeting is already going so much better than the one last week.” Harleen took a big swig from her mug, then eyed it with disappointment. “Hey, this is getting cold … can we have a refill and maybe some cookies or marshmallows?”

The two guards leaning at the wall, who had been completely ignored so far, exchanged a gaze, whispering among themselves.

“You think they’ll throw hot chocolate into our faces and try to escape?“.

“They might throw the empty mugs and the table in our faces, if they don’t get that refill and they have been behaving well so far – Dr. Murphy said to encourage that.”

One refill and a small bag of marshmallows later and everyone’s mood had improved significantly.

“Now, that’s the Christmas spirit, boys!” Harley shot a gleeful smile toward the guards, making one of them blush as the result. “I think he likes me,” she leaned toward the other girl, whispered into her ear.

Mary tactfully ignored that news which didn’t stop Harleen from giggling.

“Anyway, it’s your turn to share a story with us,” she pointed toward Baby Doll with a marshmallow before putting it in her mouth. “What about your Christmas?”

“It was always awesome.” Mary smiled dreamily, “Dad always picked a tree for us that was too huge and he and my brother were having soo much trouble getting it through the door. Mom and sister were baking cookies and sister accidentally decorated me with icing. Mom laughed and said that I was looking even sweeter then. Dad always lifted me up so I could place the star on top of the tree but one year I couldn’t wait for it and tried to climb up the tree on my own and I ended all tangled up in the fair lights. I was sooo afraid that Santa wouldn’t come because I had been a naughty girl but in the end there were tons of presents under the tree again and mine was so big that I could climb into the box completely….”

“I think I saw that episode.” Edward muttered.

Ignoring him Mary continued: “Of course, that was before cousin Spunky moved in and had to ruin everything for us,” she spat with quite some vitriol. “We never had a good celebration like that afterwards ever again, he even totally ruined my birthday.”

“Your aunt and uncle actually named their kid ‘Spunky’?” Harleen asked confused as she was too young to know. Crane leaned over and whispered something into her ear, while Mary kept ranting.

“Oh!” Harleen exclaimed in sudden understanding. Tears shot into her big blue eyes “Mary that is just too sad!” She rose from her chair to give the other girl a big, tight hug, almost squishing the small body in the process.

Nygma gave Crane a questioning look. “Really? She thinks that was the saddest story from tonight? I got beaten bloody, you were left to starve and she is crying over the TV show?”

“Women, huh?” Scarecrow replied with a shrug of his bony shoulders. “You can never tell what’s going on in their brains.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty head, Baby,” Harl cooed, holding back her tears. “You will get your perfect Christmas. It’s not too late and you deserve it. We all do.”

“You’re strangling me,” Dahl uttered as she struggled to get herself free from Harleen’s bear-hug, failing miserably.

“We are a family,” Harley assured her. “And we can do so much better than our real families have ever done for us.”

The tight embrace lightened a little and Mary seemed to finally relax, even hugging back hesitantly.

“Don’t you just sit there, boys! Come and join us!” Harleen called and the guys immediately shook their heads in a protest.

Harley of course wouldn’t have that.

“Boys, a group hug! NOW!” Harley shot Crane and Nygma a death glare as a warning. The two of them didn’t dare to disobey, soon enough the whole four of them were locked in a very awkward hug.

“Now,” Harleen whispered, making sure the guards at the door couldn’t hear her. “Here’s the plan, Ed – you will distract the guy on our left until Professor Crane uses his Christmas sweater to strangle him, I’ll take care of the one on the right… Baby Doll – what would you say about making this Christmas really special?”

#batman #bat-mania #temarcia #my story #batman fic #riddler #edward nygma #jonathan crane #batman fanfiction #harleenqueenzel #harley quinn #baby doll #mary dahl #christmas

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aplusod · 4 years ago

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have a doodle of anjing.

also, artfight’s happening soon too so feel free to add me there. I’m on team sugar this year.

#SoD's art #sogone anjing #i got CSP and lines are so much easier than they were in krita or even photoshop?? maybe i just like the textured look more idk #i'm just a little drunk and thought it might be an easy way to shade #using a temperature layer for shading instead of shading and then adding a temperature layer to add detail and fix lighting #which tbf this might be an easy way to shade if i start say a webcomic and need to do a lot #would have to figure out a better balance but this is a doodle and just kinda experimenting so #also WHY DID I INCLUDE A HAND THAT WAS A BAD IDEA I HATE HANDS #but really i should force myself to practice hands more than I di #*do #god i wish i could edit tags instead of deleting the entire tag and retyping it

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shepherds-of-haven · 3 years ago

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I hope you’re having a great day Lena! I was just wondering if we could have any fluff facts about the shepherds as a whole! Like fun tidbits of how they interact with each other, what some of them do if they have the same day off, does anyone host weekly game nights?? I hope that makes sense! Reading the recent short story on Patreon I love seeing how the characters interact with one another and now I need moreeeeeee🙏

Ooh, great question! I’m feeling curiously tapped dry at the moment, so I’ll probably have to reblog this as more ideas come to me; I’m so happy you’re enjoying the short story, btw!! 💖

Some group dynamic headcanons:

Many of them steal clothes from each other. Briony wears a cute sweater of Shery's (she asked), Ayla gets cold so she just takes one of Red's jackets from a chair (she didn't ask), Chase gives Tallys his scarf one day and Riel corders Trouble a pair of gloves from a fashion line he favors because his old ones are holey and they get into an argument about it... This leads to some recruits mistakenly thinking that the captains are all involved in some sort of mass relationship because they keep walking out of each other's rooms wearing each other's clothes. (The recruits believe a lot of really dumb stuff, if you couldn't tell. They LOVE gossip. It's like a competitive sport in the compound)

There is a weekly card game night, initiated and organized first by Chase, but it grows bigger over time, with snacks, cakes, drinks, and new games being procured! I'd actually say it's more like every ten-fourteen days or so than on any set weekday, and is typically proposed by anyone who senses that they or others need to blow off some steam. They all tend to meet in a private common room and either just chill and play some card games and casually drink and listen to music, or they get LOUD and raucous and play more risque non-card games (like Question or Command/Truth or Dare). The loud nights are more like once a month or bi-monthly, though! They take place in the captains' lounge so dumb recruits don't get to join! It's rare that they're in there all doing the same thing, though: maybe half will be at the table playing card games while others will be broken up into smaller groups, say arm-wrestling in the corner or playing chess at the smaller table or reading, but they're all there! Game nights are almost never held unless everyone is there, which is extraordinarily difficult to schedule, but they all make an effort to make it happen--even those who first had to be dragged into it, like Blade or Riel!

Speaking of chess games, Red and Riel have a standing game where they complete at least four more moves every night that they're around and able to meet up after dinner. Planning their next move helps them both break up the monotony of the day, and it's something they enjoy immensely. However, whenever he gets called away on a mission, Red gets sick with worry that Riel's been cooking up all sorts of schemes while he's been gone, so sometimes on the road he has, like, a schematic that he doodles on trying to anticipate Riel's next move, and it's very nerdy and ramps up in joking Anxiety. Riel, graciously, goes easier on him on nights after he comes back from long trips, though he denies it

Similarly, Blade and Trouble have a standing training session once a week where they just beat the crap out of each other. This is generally where they do the majority of their talking

Briony and Ayla first had an agreement that they would get the other one up if they overslept (Briony tends to be the one who oversleeps while Ayla is better about being up at dawn, but Ayla is really grouchy if she went to bed late and Briony is the only one who can handle her), which morphed into doing runs and sparring together at dawn and having breakfast frequently!

The girls have a standing spa night once a month where they all get together in a room (usually Shery’s) and basically do sleepover stuff and relax and chat and catch up for a few hours. This also sometimes involves showing each other new outfits that they bought that month! Sometimes there are even group baths in the big common bath, but these are rarer because Shery is shy and Tallys doesn’t like sitting in hot water getting pruny

Chase and Trouble drag Red and Halek to go drinking with them around once a month; sometimes Blade is persuaded to go if Trouble can get the drop on him and punch him hard enough to wind him. It’s complicated

Riel and Shery, of course, have tea together once a week! You’re not allowed if you can’t bring a chill vibe (Riel’s rules). Tallys, Lavinet, Halek, and Red are occasional visitors; Briony is allowed on a good day. Blade would be allowed but he has 0 interest

Similarly, Lavinet hosts a weekly brunch, either in a courtyard or at some restaurant in town! Typically it’s a girl thing and Ayla, Briony, and Shery are the most consistent attendees, but Chase has snuck his way in there often, and Riel, Halek, or Red pop up occasionally!

Tallys and Halek cook together! It’s not all that often and doesn’t seem to have any set way of materializing--it just happens somehow--but they both very much enjoy it! Sometimes they cook dinner for the whole group and have a little dinner party that they both secretly get excited for! Sometimes Shery bakes the dessert!

Riel noticed that Tallys has a little garden that she spends time weeding, so he sends gardening tools or special seeds when he thinks she needs them and she leaves baskets of vegetables or vases of flowers in his office. All of this is done without exchanging a word

Chase sporadically teaches Briony acrobatics and things like tightrope walking, just randomly whenever they’re both idle. She teaches him how to gut people with bare fists and also sometimes they paint!

Caine caught Red grazing in the pantry late one night and now it’s like a Thing where they pass each other in the kitchen and Red sort of just looks the other way re: Caine’s bedtime and what on earth he’s doing up so late and Caine doesn’t tell anybody that Red is just absent-mindedly eating a loaf of bread at 2 AM because he was too busy working to remember to eat dinner. It’ll be like, “there’s some turkey leftover from dinner in the cold box” “oh hey, Caine. thanks. ...so, what’s the news from the midnight watch tonight?” “i’m going to go hunt ghosts on the seventh floor with my friends!” “...okay! have fun!”

Lavinet has a monthly shopping trip where she updates her wardrobe, and it is very common for others to accompany her around the city and just shop while they drop! Common partners are Shery, Briony, Riel, Chase, and once memorably Blade, who didn’t know what he was in for!

Trouble and Ayla are wildly competitive and keep arm-wrestling each other for money; this becomes a bi-weekly sporting event that is eagerly attended and bet upon by third parties

There was ONE group karaoke night. ONE. Most of them got so blackout drunk that they swore to never do it again. Even now, several of them go green whenever they hear a popular bar song (“Don’t Piss Where You Plant Your Flowers”) being sung, especially badly

The game of "telephone" gets really bad in their group. It's like, Shery will say to Briony that she's worried because she thought Riel looked a bit peaky and feverish. Briony will say in passing to Trouble that Riel is getting sick and Shery is worried. Trouble will say to Tallys that Shery is worried sick because Riel is bedridden. Tallys will be mixing herbs and Chase will ask what for and Tallys will reply that Riel is sick, but because she's mixing herbs, Chase will surmise that the sickness must be quite advanced, and will later say, "Damn, have you seen Riel? Seems like he's really sick." Red will interpret this as "I have seen Riel for myself and have determined that he's extremely ill." At least four people will bust into Riel's room, expecting him to be on the verge of death, despite the fact that they saw Riel that morning. Riel will be fine and very annoyed at the intrusion.

They rarely go out as a group to bars and establishments outside of the compound (too chaotic as well as risky, for one thing, and also, recruits don't need to see their superiors like hanging out of bushes and dancing on tabletops drunk out of their minds, and also, "Mages can't drink" (lol)), but when they do deem it a worthy occasion (Trouble's birthday, say), the girls are very punctual when getting ready, and the boys are almost always extremely late due to various shenanigans (Chase forgot that he put a booby trap on Red’s door, covering Red with flour, or a cat somehow slips into Trouble’s room and steals, like, a detonator or an important key, and they have to go chasing it across the city). This has led to the girls coming late on purpose in order to even out their arrival, but mysteriously, this has only led to even later start times, meaning they often don’t get started until like 10 or 11 PM when the most well-intentioned souls meant to be in bed by midnight... that never happens, either!

One such night once led to them ending up on a ridge in the Sun’s Embrace, like a mile outside of the city, in order to watch the sun rise together, because hiking in the dark while blasted out of their minds sounded like a really good idea. They all made it, and the dawn was spectacular, but the moment was ruined when Tallys said softly, “It’s the beginning of a beautiful new day--” punctuated by Trouble abruptly throwing up in a bush and Riel just flat-out passing out

#Shepherds of Haven #group #group dynamic #all characters #found family #drinking #cw: alcohol #drunk #shenanigans #party #parties #long #long post

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noctualilith · 4 years ago

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Our Past Got Us Here

We all love the Harvard FinnLo pining, but after the amazing and painful art Haz posted today we needed an extra dose of fluff to balance the feels. Co-written with the amazing and eloquent @ais-for-alex , the characters and universe by queen of the hazelhoots @lumosinlove

The box with the ominous title Harvard in blood red sharpie should have been heavier for all the memories it carried, Logan thought as he hefted it on his desk in his new room. He was all moved in with Finn and Leo, unpacked and fitting seamlessly in their space just as he did in their lives… but for this one last box.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he reminded himself that whatever he unearthed was firmly in the past now, and his present was so much lighter and happier than anything he would find in there.

He heard Finn and Leo moving around in the apartment and he knew they were there for him if he needed them. He knew Finn saw the box and suspected what was inside, if the way he was lurking close to his door was any indication. He also knew that this was his task first and foremost - to unpack the past and claim it fully as his own, with all the good and the bad it brought. This was where he met Finn. This was where he fell for Finn. This was where he carried the burning flame of all he felt for him, held it close and hid it away from everyone including himself, until it burned him from the inside. He could still feel the hot rush of shame and hurt he was so well used to pushing back under and avoiding at all costs.

Opening the box would mean coming face to face with it for the first time after years, no more deflecting.

He was ready. He was home, their home, the three of them together and he was ready.

He pulled the lid off the box and was met with Finn’s warm gaze staring at him from a treasured photograph lying on top, the two of them only a few weeks after Logan got to Harvard, throwing him back into a memory that cut with precision right into those places that hurt the most. Years ago, he had packed that box in a state of numb resignation, putting away his heart piece by piece, alone in his room back at Harvard because Finn had left him for a dream and it hurt too much to see the reminders all around him. He had been crying too hard by the time he placed that last photo in the box, Finn’s smiling face blurred by the tears and hidden away when he closed the box and tucked it away. Now the feeling roared to life in his chest, loud and hungry for a resolution.

He wasn’t ready.

He must have made a noise, or maybe Finn had a sixth sense for when Logan needed him because the next thing he knew were his arms wrapping him in a hug, the safest place on Earth as far as Logan was concerned.

“Lo, baby, we’re okay.” Finn murmured into his hair as Logan hid his face in his neck, breathing him in. They were okay, they were great, but there were still some things unsaid between them, an unspoken agreement to leave that box unopened for another day.

Well, it was open now and waiting for them on the desk innocently.

Logan took a breath and lifted his head, searching for a kiss and the reassurance that came with it. He wasn’t alone, with Finn thousands of miles away, both of them silent and hurting. He was here, with his boys, allowed to touch whenever he wanted. They were good at reminding him of that, too. He needed that reminder now.

“Tell me.” He knew Finn would understand what he was asking for. Logan wasn’t good at talking, but Finn could read him like an open book after all those years. Logan only realized how much after he stopped pushing him away and allowed himself to love and be loved exactly how he’d yearned for.

“We’re okay. I love you. I’m never leaving you. Leo is never leaving us. You moved in with us and everything is finally as it should be, because being away from you feels like I’m missing a part of myself and fuck, I’m done with that. Do you know how important you’re to me? I’ll spend the rest of our lives telling you, Lo.” Finn was cradling his face in his hands and pressing a kiss to his lips after every declaration.

Logan’s hands were grasping at the fabric of Finn’s hoodie - Leo’s hoodie, actually - and that brought an unbidden smile to his face, helping the words hit home. Finn, in Leo’s hoodie, in his room. He didn’t have to do this alone, do anything alone, ever again.

“I know, mon amour. It’s just-- we haven’t really talked about-- I know I wasn’t in a hurry to unpack all that and you probably weren’t either but I want to, now. I think I need to.” He gestured to the innocent-looking box, watching Finn step closer to it and look inside, emotions playing across his face. He knew what it represented, of course he did. He probably had one just like that at some point, or maybe his was still unpacked too.

Finn reached into the box and picked up the photo from the top, the same one that Logan could barely look at just moments ago. He held it out to Logan with a wistful smile. “Let’s unpack this one together, what do you say?”

“Yeah, I’d really like to do that.” Logan’s voice was shaky, but he was determined. They’d probably end up crying, he could already feel the hot press of tears behind his eyes just thinking about all the memories that they were going to bring to light, but he wanted them all. He wanted to touch them, to put them up on his walls and see them every day without hurting for their past selves. A story of how they got to here and now, of how they lost each other and then found each other again. How they found their missing piece and built a home together.

He took the photo from Finn, their fingers brushing and unfailingly sending sparks across Logan’s skin. It’s been like that since he could remember, Finn’s touch like a brand, whether accidental and forcedly platonic for the longest time, or purposeful now but no less exciting with the promise of forever. It made him feel brave, so he cast around for the tape and tore a piece to stick it to the back of the photo. First one for the wall. First memory to unpack.

“You remember this one?” he asked Finn while he picked a place for it, pressing it to the wall and making sure it held. “I loved you already, when we took this photo. I was trying to convince myself that I couldn’t, but I did.” He heard Finn behind him suck in a breath, but he stayed quiet, letting him speak. Logan turned a bit, just enough to reach his hand back, wordlessly asking for the next photo, sticking it to the wall without looking at it first.

It was a photo of the two of them at a party. At the party.

“Lo--” Finn started behind him, already gearing up to tell him they could do this another day, Logan could hear it in his voice. It’s happened often enough. Logan was sick of it, of swallowing the pain and the tears and hiding in the safe topics of their everyday life, like what to get for dinner and who should drive.

“I’m sorry.” He interrupted Finn, softly but with determination, still looking at the photo. He felt Finn pressing himself along his back, one arm coming up to drape over his shoulder, his hand pressing over his heart. There was another photo of them, just like this, a favourite of Logan’s and currently in Finn’s room, another piece of his heart captured forever. He leaned back into the embrace, drawing strength from the unwavering support. Now, then, always, Finn was by his side no matter how often Logan pushed him away. He was done pushing him away.

“I shouldn’t have done that, at the party. It was a shitty thing to do. I’m sorry. You deserved so much better.” Logan felt the first tear roll down his face, felt Finn’s breath stutter in his chest.

“I’m sorry too. You weren’t the only one not talking about it, you know? It’s on me, too. And we’re better now, aren’t we?”

Logan nodded wordlessly, breathing through the swell of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him when he thought about that night. A miracle turned into a secret and sitting heavy and unaddressed instead of being treasured as it should have been.

Finn spoke for the both of them, needing to acknowledge in words what happened. “That was our first kiss, Lo. I still remember it, like it happened just yesterday. I loved you already, when we took this photo. I couldn’t believe what happened after. I’m glad it did.”

Logan turned to him at that, surprised. “You’re glad? I blamed it on being drunk and then never talked about it. It might as well not have happened at all! Our first kiss was a lie and I can never change it. How--” Finn pressed a kiss to his lips and stayed there, interrupting his rant and waiting for him to kiss back before pulling away again, keeping their foreheads together.

“I’m glad because we’re here now. We’re talking about it now. It was real to me, Lo. I was afraid then, too. I’m not anymore, you’re not anymore. We found each other. We found Leo. That’s what matters.” Finn’s eyes were swimming in tears but he was smiling, and Logan couldn’t help but kiss that smile right off his lips. “You’re right. That’s what matters. Gimme the next one. Let’s talk about all of them.”

The wall was slowly filled with memories and their weight was lifted from their unspoken past word for word as they remembered each moment for the good and the bad. So often Logan had felt close to crumbling under the guilt, but Finn was right there holding him close and offering him absolution with each new piece out of the box, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Beside photos, there were other things too. Movie tickets, four of them from the same movie they kept going back for. A receipt from a dinner at a roadie, just the two of them, where Finn doodled stick figures playing hockey while they waited for dessert. Crumpled notes that Finn would sometimes leave stuck to Logan’s door, sometimes a shopping list, sometimes an inside joke. Logan kept them all.

FInally, the box was empty and the wall was full. Logan felt exhausted but his heart was lighter than it had been in years, brimming with love for his boys and gratitude for the road that brought him here. He and Finn stood shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the room, looking at the wall, tears drying on both their faces.

“I want Leo” Logan spoke into the comfortable silence, pulling on Finn’s arm, suddenly eager to have them both close, to bask in the reality of having them, of being loved by them. “Come on Harz, let’s find him.”

Finn reeled him back in for one more kiss. “Love you, Lo.”

“Love you, too. Love Leo. Want Leo now.”

“Yeah, me too. Come on, he’s in the kitchen.” Logan was already squirming away and Finn let him pull them from the room and towards the kitchen where they could hear the clatter of utensils. He did the hard work and now he wanted his rewards. He wanted his boys close.

Hand in hand, they padded down the hall towards the kitchen, towards their missing piece, towards their future, leaving all the guilt and the hurt finally where it belonged; in their past.

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Leo brushed a bit of flour from his hands. He suppressed the urge to wander into Logan’s room where he knew his partners were unpacking more than just the old boxes beaten by years of hiding in the closet. Those old boxes that carried memories of Finn and Logan’s days spent so close to each other but separated by an ocean of feelings that fit between their dorm beds.

No, Leo had to let them unpack together. Finn and Logan needed to be the ones to pull each memory from the moth eaten cardboard. They needed to be the ones to hold them close to their hearts and feel, and once the hurt of all those years past had been aired away they could finally hang those memories on the walls to look at without that bitter hurt anymore.

Leo would wait though, he would wait for them to emerge from the solemn confessional of Logan’s room, he would wait for them to be ready, he would wait until they wanted him there to pull them back together. He would wait for them forever. Luckily though he didn’t have to wait forever. Leo turned as he heard their footsteps padding closer to the kitchen.

“Hello, my loves,” he said as Finn and Logan peeked their heads in to see what he was doing.

“Mmm,” Finn hummed in greeting and came up to press a soft sweet kiss to Leo’s lips. Out of the corner of his eye Leo saw Logan hop up to sit on the counter. When Finn finally pulled away his lips were pulled into a gentle smile and his eyes as warm and sweet as melted chocolate. Leo sighed at the sight, but turned to Logan who was softly kicking the cabinet doors where his feet dangled from the counter.

“Hi baby,” he whispered, slotting himself between Logan’s knees and running his hands soft against his thighs. Logan sighed and wrapped his legs around Leo’s waist pulling him in closer.

“You all unpacked?” Leo asked so softly for a moment he wasn’t sure Logan had actually heard him. But he saw that look in Logan’s bright green eyes that meant he was thinking, choosing his words carefully before he tried to speak. So Leo waited, he reached up to lightly trace his fingers against the scratchy stubble on Logan’s jaw as his partner gathered his thoughts. Leo felt Finn settle in behind him, pressing his chest flush to his back and rest his chin on his shoulder. He turned his face inwards pressing closer just to place a kiss to the soft skin on Leo’s neck.

“Yeah,” Logan finally answered with a sigh, he turned his face to nuzzle into Leo’s palm. “It was- it was hard,” he whispered, then looked over at Finn still resting his head on Leo’s shoulder and smiled softly. “But as hard as it was to live through, and remember, I don’t think I would change even a minute of it.”

Leo gave him a bit of a puzzled look at that, why on earth wouldn’t he change it if he could? Why would he be willing to live through that pain? Logan chuckled lightly at his confusion and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to the corner of Leo’s mouth.

“Mon amour, I would live every minute of it again and not change a thing, because mine and Finn's past is what led us to you. And you know what? Thinking of it like that, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

Leo couldn’t help the sheen of tears that glazed his eyes, or the sniffles as he reached forward to pull Logan fully into his arms, holding him tight like he couldn’t bear to leave even an inch of space between them.

“We love you so much Nutty,” Finn whispered, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck, “you make it easier. God, you make everything better.”

“Guys,” Leo sighed at the feel of them pressed so close against him, “this wasn't supposed to be about me.”

Logan reached out to cup his face, his eyes bright and sure as they gazed into Leo’s own, “sweetheart, it’s about us, all three of us, together. Our past, and yours, they were stepping stone to get to this exact moment.”

“Leo,” Finn said softly, he pulled away slightly and turned Leo to look at him so his back was now pressed against Logan's chest where he was still sitting on the counter. Logan twined his arms around Leo’s torso as Finn tilted his chin just so until he couldn't look anywhere but those chocolate eyes. “It’s time we all moved on from the past, ok? Instead, lets focus on building a future, one for all of us, that we’ll get to spend the rest of our lives cultivating.”

Leo swallowed hard, Finn's words seemed to crawl into his heart mending cracks and fissures he hadn’t realized were there. His words put to rest that horrible feeling that crept into Leo’s mind in the dead of night, in those moments he was all alone with no one to soothe away the fear, that he was the odd man out. That one day Finn and Logan would realize that they didn't need him, because they already had a foundation to build on.

“I love you guys so fucking much,” he breathed, and felt Logans arms tighten around him. Finn smiled and leaned in, pressing closer gently until they were so close they were breathing the same air.

“D’accord, d’accord,” Logan mumbled into his shoulder, he breathed in deeply then continued, “no more sad for tonight.”

“I think I can get on board with that,” Leo said with a chuckle.

“Same,” Finn agreed before finally pulling away.

Leo grinned and padded back to the other side of the kitchen where he had left ingredients for dinner strewn across the counter, “Well, do you guys want to help me make dinner then?”

“Le, my precious Peanut Butter, I need you to understand this;” Finn said seriously, “just because we have grown emotionally does not mean our skills in the kitchen have improved in the slightest.”

“Well yeah, and they never will if you don’t let me teach you,” Leo teased, snagging a dish towel and snapping Finn in the thigh.

Logan laughed at Finn's pout as he rubbed the welt now forming and jumped down from the counter, “Alright Nutty, teach us your ways, impart your vast cooking wisdom upon us.”

Leo rolled his eyes at their dramatics but set them to work nonetheless. Finn was tasked with peeling potatoes, with a stern warning from Leo about slicing off his finger. As he was prepping the meat, Leo glanced over at Logan who seemed to be having far too much fun smashing the crackers to make a breading. He couldn't help but grin as he felt warm affection rush through his veins, like he had injected pure love directly into his bloodstream. Leo couldn't wait to feel this for the rest of his life, to build and grow with them, and love them for as long as humanly possible.

It wasn't long before their kitchen was filled with laughter, and banter, and music played over the bluetooth speakers. The three of them worked in tandem, until the delicious aroma of home cooked food was wafting through their apartment. And so what if Finns mashed potatoes were a bit soupy, and what if the veggies Logan chopped were a bit uneven, it was something that they created together, Leo wanted to savor every bite.

#lumosinlove #coast to coast #sweater weather #inspired by coast to coast #inspired by sweater weather #coast to coast fic #sweater weather fic #O'Knutzy #Finn O'Hara #Logan Tremblay #Leo Knut #FinnLo #Harvard pining but with comfort #domestic fluff #needed fluff after that art Haz hit us with today #here is our humble offering

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teacup-crow · 3 years ago

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Maybe, Maybe, Maybe

Fun bit of survivors’ guilt for @badthingshappenbingo, based pretty heavily off Don’t Poke the Bear and Variations on a Theme. Post-finale.

They take it in turns to keep watch for when he wakes up: Doug, Reneé, Isabel, first names still such a novelty. Just his luck, he opens his eyes to the impassive face of Captain Lovelace.

“Hi, dickbag. Sore head?”

“Unnnnhh…” he whines as if he’s lying under a ton of rocks rather than a cosy quilt on Renee’s living room floor. His face is a patchwork of bruising. “Aspirin?”

She takes pity, and passes him two and a glass of water. The sitting up takes longer than he thought it would.

“You look terrible. Lucky for you, Renee makes a mean chilli con carne. Never would have guessed she could cook.”

“No thanks, I should, should be going-”

“You need food in your system, that’s non-negotiable. First thing’s first, though, you’re having a shower, and you either go willingly or get dragged bodily, because you goddamn stink. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” he mumbles automatically, and he remembers the Colonel - Warren? Was it on a day he could call him Warren? - once saying something similar and his head pounds. ((“mr jacobi, of all the irresponsible, stupid shit i have seen from you this really takes the-“))

“Bathroom’s on the second floor, just past the master bedroom. Dominick put a pile of clean clothes in there before he left for work. And it’s Isabel, okay? Not sir. Not Captain. Never again.”

***

“Who did this to you?”

He grips his mug of sweet tea like it’s thousand dollar whiskey. He’s still ashen. “I did this to me.”

“You beat the shit out of yourself? Okay, yeah. Don’t buy that one.” Isabel repeats the question. “Who did this to you?”

“Just some guys I pissed off. I don’t know how many. I don’t know who. Happy now?”

The room goes silent. Isabel continues:

“And did you go provoking them deliberately?”

Not for the first time, Renee wonders whether they should have included Doug in this little intervention. He’s been through so much just like the rest of them, but he doesn’t know it, and he’s clearly freaking out at the situation.

“Why would he want something like that to happen? He looks terrible!”

“I don’t know, Doug,” Isabel says levelly. “Care to answer, Jacobi?”

He’s not on a first name basis, apparently.

“Not… I didn’t... no. No, no, no. I was too drunk and… picking fights, but suddenly there were too many of them, okay? But I got out. And if I want to drink then that’s my own problem, so thank you for the hospitality but-“

Renee cuts in there. “When you drink yourself into a stupor, get attacked by a gang in a back alley, and stumble into my doorway at 0300 hours after six months of radio silence, it becomes our problem.” Her look of pity makes his stomach churn even more than the chilli did. He breathes in, hold, out; in, hold, out; in-((alana’s breathing technique and why why why is she everywhere in everything why does he have to see her out of the corner of his eye when it’s been so long he can’t properly remember her face-))

“Fine. What do you want from me?”

“You are a good man and you saved every single one of our lives and we need to understand why you’re so intent on throwing yours away.”

Jacobi starts laughing then, guttural laughs that worsen the ache in his head and bones but he can’t seem to stop them. “...me? I’m a good man? Oh my God, Lieutenant, that’s hilarious. Give us another.”

“You need to take this seriously! This is a form of self harm! You could have died!” Isabel is pacing up and down. She and Renee do good cop, bad cop like it’s a professional sport.

“Boo fucking hoo. And the world would forever be worse off for my passing.”

Isabel stops, and turns back towards him with some heat in her gaze. “I have lost too many crew members who deserved to die far less than you do. Okay? Is that what you want to hear? Do you need me to reconfirm that you are a an asshole? Do you need to hear about how Fisher, and Hui, and Fourier, and Lambert were all far better people than you will ever, ever be? Or will you accept that you are good in there? That deep down you’re on the right-“

“We burned their letters.” He’s staring at the duvet he’s wrapped in, running his finger over the flowers on the pattern. “Okay? Still think I’m a good person?”

“...wait. What?” She laughs a little, in shock perhaps. “But you told me…”

“I told you what I needed to tell you to make you trust me. We burned your crew’s letters. Lambert’s… I remember those especially. His hands were shaking really hard when he wrote them, weren’t they.”

It’s not a question.

Isabel stops pacing, and Jacobi grins again but it doesn’t reach his bruised eyes when he looks up at her. “More than mine, even. You could tell he was sick. They didn’t make any sense. We laughed at them. The irony of a Communications Officer who can’t communicate. Are you listening to me? We read their letters and we burned them and we laughed about it-“

Renee loses her softness. “Jacobi, that is enough!”

Isabel has a hand on her chest as if something has hit her there. She counts to ten in her head, ((fisher’s technique to try and stop her fighting with sam, never worked but still stuck in her head, or this copy of her head, or whoever she is now-)) and leaves the room.

They hear her slamming drawers in the kitchen.

Doug glances at Jacobi and shakes his head, before hurrying after her.

“How could you,” Reneé says. “How could you.”

“I don’t know. Will you let me go and ruin my own life now?”

“Never,” she replies. “Because, God help me, you’re still a member of my crew.”

At that, his eyes prick with tears he can’t explain. He rolls over on the air bed, and closes them.

***

“Lovelace?” Jacobi finally makes himself walk into the kitchen, grimacing like each step is on hot sand. The words are monotone. “I’m so sorry. What I did and said is... inexcusable.”

“Nope. That’s too large a word for your vocabulary. Come back to me with an apology Renée didn’t script,” Isabel snaps, going back to scribbling in a sketchbook.

“Look, I’m not much good at this-“

“You’re telling me.”

“I’m… really used to people yelling at me and hitting me until they feel better. Or you can shoot me if you like!”

“Jesus. Well, I am not about to do that to ease your guilt. You look like you’d snap if one more person poked you. So apologise properly.”

“I’m sorry…”

“For?” Isabel prompts over the top of her book.

“I’m sorry for burning your crew’s letters.”

“You did what you were ordered to do. It is what it is. I’m not condoning it.”

There’s a moment of silence, and Jacobi realises she’s waiting for him to continue. “And… I’m sorry for bringing it up. That was… needlessly cruel. It sucked.”

“It really did,” she replies, putting the book down. “Tell you what: that sounded somewhat genuine, and Goddard brought out the shit in all of us. You look so pathetic, I’m going to forgive you. Not because you deserve it, but because I don’t bear grudges. Not anymore.”

She holds out a hand, and he shakes it. “Thank you.”

“Wow. That actually hurt for you to say.”

Jacobi nods. He sits down across from her at Renée’s huge darkwood table, and thinks about how she and Dominick must have bought this when they moved in together with plans to have people over for dinner every other night. Maybe even plans to have kids.

He wonders if Dominick ate at it alone while his wife was gone.

“So, you gone on that holiday yet?”

“No, actually. I’ve legally been dead for about seven years, so getting a passport is proving pretty tricky.”

“I can imagine.”

“Where have you been, anyway? We tried to get into contact with you. We drove down to your old apartment - got your address from the Goddard database - but it was cleaned out.”

Jacobi looks sheepish. “Yeah, well, I’d mostly been staying at Alana’s for the last few years or overnight at… yeah… so I’d not been a very good tenant and turns out they took ‘lost in space’ as the perfect opportunity to kick me out. So I’ve been sofa to sofa, on the streets a bit-”

“For heaven’s sake, Jacobi. We would have helped you, you stupid asshole! All you had to do was ask and you could have stayed here! Renee and Dominick would probably even let you have a cheese collection or whatever the fuck it was.”

“Guess the amount of drinks it takes for me to lose my pride is somewhere over eighteen?”

“How do you have a functioning liver?”

They sit in an almost comfortable silence for a few minutes, Isabel reopening her sketchbook.

“I never knew you drew.”

“You never knew me outside of a life-threatening situation.” Isabel sighs, twists the pencil between her fingers. “I don’t think I did. Before. The old ‘me’, I mean. But I was bored and I can’t get a job because of the ‘being dead’ issue, so I thought I should take up a hobby or something. Might be therapeutic. I’m not very good at it…”

“Can I see?”

“I, uh,” Isabel suddenly looks uncertain. “I drew her. Maxwell. I drew everyone, actually. Are you sure you want to look?”

“Yes.”

He leafs through the pages, at first simple doodles before branching into full portraits. Eiffel, upside down and smoking a cigarette. Hilbert, looking troubled at a shadow behind him he can’t quite see. Two ghostlike figures in lab coats staring out at the star, the man with a prophetic terror etched on his face - must be Isabel’s old crewmates. Mr Cutter smiles up at him with far too many sharp teeth in sharper lines where the pencil was pressed far too hard and he turns the page quickly. There’s Kepler, mid-whiskey speech and it almost stops his heart. He pauses. Maxwell.

In the picture, her eyes are shining as she stares at Hera’s console, fingers nothing more than a blur - the three-day stint she spent trying to get the AI online. Aside from the orange and blue of Wolf 359, elsewhere in the book Isabel has barely used colour, but here the room is bathed in a serene green light from the screens. Behind Maxwell, Jacobi sees himself, little more than a stocky, sketchy outline, waiting for her to finish.

He looks so proud of her.

He looks so… content.

After staring for a long moment, Jacobi closes the book and hands it back. “Thank you.”

“You can keep the pictures of them, if you like,” Isabel offers, but he doesn’t know whether he would like, so he says:

“Tell me about your crew.”

“What?”

“Your old crew. Tell me about them. Was Lambert the one staring at...?”

“No. No. No, that was Kuan Hui, our senior astrophysicist. He was whipsmart and funny and fearless, until the time Goddard Futuristics played around in his brain, stretched out his perception of time. He was completely alone in the dark for two weeks. His smile never really reached his eyes after that.”

Jacobi sips tea awkwardly, even though it’s cold.

“Something like that, it stays with you. At least he had Fourier, though.”

“That’s the woman behind him?”

“Junior physicist. Victoire Fourier had eyes like stars. Cleverest person I’ve ever met. She played six instruments, spoke four languages and she had the most gentle soul. She used to read to Hui when he got sick with Decima. Coughed up every organ in his body. I thought it would break her, but she was made of stern stuff. She vanished off the space station in the final days and I still don’t know what exactly happened to her-”

“I… do. If you want to know, I mean.”

Isabel shakes her head. Then pauses. Then shakes her head again. “I get the feeling whoever is to blame is long gone.”

Jacobi shrugs. “Who else?”

“Well, there was Mace Fisher. Fisher… Fisher died because of me, not Goddard Futuristics. Asteroid shower tore him from my hands. He had a boyfriend waiting at home. He was sensitive, sensible, grounding. A real older brother type. I- I didn’t deal particularly well with his death. Well, you know that much.”

((Pill popper!)) Jacobi gulps more cold tea.

“And Lambert?”

“Sam Lambert. Officer Samuel Lambert had a stick up his ass. He was whiny, and authoritarian, and he treasured his copy of Pryce and Carter more than Reneé and Kepler combined did. He drove me nearly insane, and I drove him likewise. The best second in command you could ask for. A damn good man. Sam got sick after Hui, so we knew what was coming. What it meant. He was brave, though. At first.”

((“C-Captain, please shoot me, please, it hurts, it hurts, Captain, please, I just want it to-”)

She falters.

“Lovelace?”

“Yup?”

“You know, it’s not even really about the Hephaestus. I keep… it’s insane, but I keep thinking about… I was an explosives guy for the Air Force. Before Goddard. A trigger failed and two men died. Andrews and Sullivan. I haven’t thought about them in years and suddenly-“

“They’re everywhere?”

There’s a sudden understanding between them.

“They’re everywhere. Them and Maxwell and Kepler. They’re in mirrors, in the back of my brain, around corners.”

“Flashes of them.”

“And if you just reach out far enough, maybe-“

“Maybe-“

“Maybe.”

((let’s go be monsters)), Jacobi’s brain echoes. He grits his teeth.

“Did it stop for you? When does it stop?” He finds himself asking. Isabel doesn’t answer.

#wolf 359 #bad things happen bingo #Daniel Jacobi #isabel lovelace #w359

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fakeloveaskblog · 2 years ago

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(Hi, me again. It made me chuckle when Virgil was having a crisis over us Watchers shape changing abilities. I must admit it sparked my own curiosity as well. Also welcome back to unofficial therapy with Virgil, brought to you by Glow Eyes.)

Not to worry Virgil, I will make the finest toad-in-the-hole with gravy, potato salad and peas that you will ever have. (The meal is totally not based on what I had a few weeks ago. (That was sarcasm by the way.)) You will not have to worry about food for a while.

I can’t make any promises about cleaning though. I am notoriously bad at that. Also good idea with the box of Remy’s stuff, I’m sure they’ll appreciate it.

I’m sure that I can speak for all Watchers when I say that we will do everything in our power to prevent you from doing anything that would hurt Remy and I can certainly speak for myself when I say I will do everything in my power to try and prevent you from hurting yourself.

*disinfects and applies bandages to Virgil’s hand*

*hands Virgil a plate of food*

*eyes glow a comforting orange*

Your doing well. I’m proud of you. Remember, baby steps.

Glow Eyes

Tw: misgendering in the under the cut part

It had been about a day since you'd last chatted with Virgil. He was laying on the couch, still in his work clothes with a half drunk bottle of beer in his hand.

When he heard your voice he groggily rubbed his eyes and squinted up at you. He'd barely talked to anyone today, not even at work. He'd forgotten to eat and drink anything until now....and well beer wasn't that good for hydrating. It had been a long while since he'd gone through an entire cigarette package in one day. A headache dunked in his head from all the ugly crying he'd done in between working.

As soon as he heard your first sentence he let up into a shit eating lil smirk "Ghostie I have no fucking idea what kind of food you just said but it sounds like shit so I assume it's british ay" He chuckled "Not like I'm gonna say no to free food like ever. 'Specially not now"

He sat up in the couch and finished the bottle. He sat it on the growing pile of trash laying on the coffee table.

“I had like thought maybe you or one of your uh friends had cleaning? powers? But I guess you gotta have some limits or you’d have destroyed the universe by now” He scratched on the black nailpolish on his bitten down fingers “I hope Remy appreciates it too”

It took a few seconds of him making the sourest facial expression possibly before he continued.

“I uh I kinda- with Remy’s- with a lot of Remy’s stuff uh gone from the closet I saw some of my old stuff I’d put in there. I- Just- I can show you I guess. Have a laugh about it. Be two funny wankers or whatever the fuck the british say”

While he went over to the closet in the bedroom he quietly contemplated how a ghost could be british. He didn’t even want to think about the possibility that you or the other ghost could have been actual living human beings once.

He peered around in the closet before pulling out a stack of yellowing sketchbooks and taking them with him to the kitchen. He poured them out onto the floor and began to look through them while you started to make dinner.

“Believe it or not but...and this might sound shocking...But I an angsty emo used to draw angsty emo doodles in middle and high school”

He opened a random page and immediately went pale with shame. He looked like he was either going to throw up or eat the entire book in one bite.

“Oh god I’d forgotten I’d tried to calligraphy my favorite super duper deep song lyrics. Like let’s see” He fake coughed before beginning to read aloud like a Shakespeare actor “‘Whiskey seems to be my holy water’. Yes. Very deep. Very sad. For your knowledge I had not drank any alcohol by the time I wrote that down. I only drank with Remy. Drank and drank. I more like sipped on their drinks”

He skimmed through a few pages and showed you some doodles. It was mostly simple things. Skeletons, ghosts, Nightmare before Christmas drawings, band members. In the sidelines of the papers another person had chimed in with silly hearts, cartoony dick drawings and small comments.

“Doodling uhm helped with the like anxiety during class and lunch and stuff. I used to like convince Remy to not skip class by enticing them with the privilege of getting to annoy me during class. I know. How wonderful” He said dryly before letting up into a soft smile “They liked holding my hand under the table. They always got excited to compliment me on how smart they thought I was”

His eyes stagnated on a spot on the floor for a while as he got lost in thought. The sound of you chopping up the potatoes shook him back to the present.

“I am so glad you and all of your friends can only speak in those weird like...Like you can’t react to me in real time? Because OH boy if you could actually verbally react to my fuck ass 16 year olds shot at ‘creativity’ I would actually die. A bolt of lightning would instantly strike me down” He got all smug “But you can’t!! HAh! Fucker! You’re stuck in silence!”

Your eyes went a bit green which made him throw one of the sketchbooks at you knowing fully well it would just go through you.

“Don’t you Green eye me!!! I know what that means!!! How dare you be nice to me! FUCK YOU! Get out of here with your fucking british manners or whatever!! You got gross ghost slime!!”

His ears had went pink from embarrassment. He crossed his arms and tried to look as annoyed as possible without outright pouting. You just continued cooking knowing he couldn’t go that long without rambling. He was a Very lonely dude.

“I don’t really remember why I stopped drawing and stuff” He began to ramble “I guess I realized I was awful at creativity....Or well...I mean....I can guess I stopped around the time me and Remy moved here. Y’know getting a job, having to take care of them. They were still trying to work at that time and it left them like catatonic in pain most nights...And uhm their flashbacks and nightmares were even worse than they are now...It was a lot of having to get used to seeing them in pain 24/7....Lots of having to learn how to relieve the pain...lots of hospital checks....lots of seeing them struggle to get used to not...to not being abused......I guess..my interests just kinda.....got away from me”

Virgil stilled in his movements. It took a while before you even noticed the tears pressing on at the edges of his eyes. His nose went red from trying to hold them back. He wiped them away as fast he could.

“This is so stupid” He mumbled “...You’ve heard me talking.....even when it’s ‘bout my old interests everything always comes back to Remy.....i thought maybe i could find something in these books...like to show what kind of person i was before them...but...but i’m just....i’m just hollow...i’m gone...I’m- I am Nothing!”

His chest suddenly felt stiff and his eyes roamed around the room. You floated closed and said the last part of your message. About how surely all of the watchers would do everything to prevent him from ever hurting Remy ever again, and that you at least wanted to try and prevent him hurting himself. It helped to have a voice to listen to. It was a good enough distraction.

Virgil glared at you before slowly, and with great effort, forcing himself to say “.....thanks...I guess...to all of the uh watchers...I guess.....”

The food was done. You handed him a plate. He didn’t bother to get up from the ground to eat. He just sat there and sadly poked at the toad in the holes with a fork.

“I wish it could go quickly.....I wish reinventing myself to someone without Remy could go quick...”

When he looked up he met your glowing orange eyes.

“Right...baby steps”

He forced half a smile and held up his fork towards you as if he was holding up a glass to say cheers.

“Oh shit this isn’t as bad as I thought. I was like 100% ready to just survive on any scrap of garbage not gonna lie. But this is like good”

You floated around him the entire time he ate. Every time you tried to peer into one of the sketchbook he threw a pea at you.

“If you’re gonna stay floating around here I think it’s gonna be a bit boring. I mean...I think all I’m gonna do is work...be sad.....miss them.....smoke...be sad...and uh let me see....be sad. I guess I don’t mind having you here- EVEn though I very much hate you!!! And I find you annoying!!!! Very!!- I don’t mind. But uhm..Maybe if you haven’t checked up on my ba- Remy maybe you should uhm check in on them? You’ve heard how I’ve been going on I assume....Even if I hope they’re doing well...I dunno if they-”

A sudden knock came from the door.

“REmy?!” Was all Virgil got out.

He threw aside the empty plate and instantly got up. ran his hands through his hair to try and fix it and even checked his breathe before cursing himself for not prioritizing taking a shower.

It hadn’t even gone enough time for a second knock and Virgil was already standing by the door. He tried to look cool as possible as he opened it. A huge shining grin played on his lips.

“Hey Vivzie” Oswald said as he looked down at the other man.

Virgil’s expression instantly soured like an entire bathtub filled with milk in the middle of the summer. He want back to slouching and had to hold back the urge to roll his eyes.

“Hello Ozzie” He replied through gritted teeth.

“I thought you were ‘spossed to be at work around this time” Oswald half asked while welcoming himself in.

“This might surprise you but sometimes work times change. I know. Shocking”

He waved Virgil’s sarcasm off while subtly glancing around the apartment “Where’s the other one? The dumb to your dumber if you will. The Bill to your Ted-”

“Oh shut up”

Virgil went over to the kitchen while Oswald followed along with a calm smile. The emo took out two beers from the fridge and held one out for the other man who shook his head. Instead Viv offered him a cigarette and they both took long blows before the conversation resumed.

“Let me guess...Remy all suddenly grew new legs and left to party to catch up for the latest months of boring couch potating” Oswald said dryly.

“....they left me”

“What was that now?” Oswald replied, having fully heard him.

“They left me. They’re not- They’re staying with someone else- It’s- We’re over”

Oswald reached out his hand and half assedly patted Virgil on the shoulder “First breakup?”

He nodded.

“That’s rough buddy. You can bring out the beers again if you want. I even think I can give you a bit of an extra friendly break up sale if you want to buy anything to cheer up”

“no..uhm...thanks...no thank you...Those kinds of things I uh I only do that stuff with Remy”

Oswald shrugged and leaned against the kitchen counter. He put out the cigarette against one of the dirty dishes laying in the sink.

“Not to pretend to be a relationship expert here but vivzie you must have really messed up if he left. I don’t mean to sound mean but he didn’t seem like the type who could survive on his own for more than a week. His bones looks like baby twigs. He reminds me of a very sad very small baby bird that has just fallen out of a tree...You said he is staying with someone else?”

“They only use they/them. They don’t interchange pronouns” Virgil instantly corrected before shrugging “Just some like” He gritted his teeth “Friends they’re staying with. They’re not like- You don’t know them. I uh...I would have been really worried for their health if I didn’t know they had people taking care of them” He glanced over to you “Lots of...solid...people”

Oswald squinted at him while loosening up his smile “Oh come on now Vivzie” he crossed his arms and leant closer towards him “He’s not here anymore. You don’t have to act so polite about it”

“About what?” He asked, anger already beginning to boil under his skin.

“You know what I’m talking about. With Remy’s whole...thing. Or nevermind he told me while he was high his real name is-”

Virgil’s hands moved into fists so quickly his cigarette got crushed in between his fingers “I think it’s time you get out of my goddamn apartment!”

“Aw sorry did I hurt your feelings. They must have already been really crushed with the whole your long term boyfriend leaving you. Must feel pretty bad being so awful even a weak ass cunt like him will leave y-”

Before he even had time to finish the sentence Virgil had swung his fist right into the side of Oswald’s face. He took a step back and moved his hand up to feel the spot where he had been hit.

“What in the hell is wrong with you!?”

“GET OUT! I KNOW YOU NEVER CAME AROUND FOR MY SAKE ANYWAY! THEY’RE NOT HERE! THERE’S NOTHING FOR YOU TO FUCKING FLIRT WITH! JUST LEAVE! YOU’RE STUPID IF YOU THINK I WON’T DEFEND THEM ‘TIL THE DAY I DIE JUST ‘CAUSE THEY’VE LEFT ME!”

Oswald looked down at his hand for a moment as he moved his lower jaw around to feel if anything had been damaged. He glanced up and met Virgil’s furious eyes.

In one swift motion Oswald had pulled his arms around Virgil and held him in a headlock. He pulled onto a chunk of his dyed hair and twisted it around in his hand before slamming the side of Virgil’s face onto the stove. He held Viv’s head down with one hand and held his other hand around both of his wrists.

Even though Virgil tried to twist and squirm around he couldn’t move away. Oswald leaned down so close that Virgil could feel his breathe against his ear as Os spoke.

“Why would I ever come around for a piece of shit like you. I don’t even have to think for a single second to know why he left you, you violent bastard”

“YOU ARE LITERALLY HOLDING ME DOWN YOU HYPOCRITICAL MASS OF BLOODY MEAT!!”

“Maybe i was coming over to check that you hadn’t murdered him yet. Choked him a bit too long. Left him to rot. Let him overdose. Maybe I was coming over to try and convince him to leave. Sometimes a victim just has to see what true love and passion and nicety is-”

“LOVE ISN’T MISGENDERING THEM!!”

“Vivzie when did I say I loved them. I’m simply a gentleman, and you’re a pity to the eye. I can fake love if it means I can help a poor soul like Remy. I am sure he is still suffering ‘cause of your assholery. I am just oh so ready to help him you see”

Oswald literally rolled his eyes while saying that last part.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Apartment” Virgil spat out.

“Gladly”

Oswald pulled Virgil up by his hair and threw him head first against the closest wall. Virgil managed to stop himself with his hands but his face still slammed into the wall leaving him lightheaded as he fell down onto the ground. The entire room was spinning as he watched Oswald walking out.

Blood ran down from his nose. He saw your eyes shifting color to show worry and he quickly waved it off.

“I’m okay. Just a nose bleed. It’s nothing compared to what I put Remy through. I’ll be okay”

As Oswald left the apartment a sort of liquid fell down from the door frame and landed on his shoulder. He didn’t notice it until he was going down the stairs. He grimaced as he wiped it off. He muttered something out about how awfully dirty these kinds of apartment complexes were.

The liquid landed on the floor. It was hard to see what exactly it was. It could be the sort of liquid that exudes from the voids demons inhabit. It could the remnants of a ghost touch. It could be the goo from a snail.

Whatever it was it watched him as he left the apartment complex.

[Oswald is now open for asks. Physical violence is allowed]

#i think this makes you the second watcher that is british #i assume #i had to look up what the hell that dish was and it looked british so dfhjkh #glow eyes #ask #virgil sanders

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dreamypeaches · 4 years ago

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don’t wake up pt. 6 | rafe cameron x reader

summary: after the night at the kegger, you and rafe tend to your broken hearts

warnings: alcohol use, cursing, drug mention, angst

word count: 3.9k

a/n: okay, so, i know i said this would be the last part, but it was getting so long and I had a great stopping point so there will be one more part after this. enjoy :)

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Heartbreak is not a physical sickness, but it can consume a mind like nothing else. As you lay in your bed, your mind constantly filters through every moment, every word, every touch over the course of your relationship with Rafe, trying to figure out if there was something more you could have done. It had only been about two months, but love can feel like a lifetime. And you could very safely say that you were in love with Rafe Cameron, even if he did break your heart.

Three days had passed since the Kegger and you had yet to leave you and your sister’s shared room. It was pathetic really, laying there in silence staring at the wall. You had at least two playlists that you used when you were sad, but even music reminded you of Rafe now. He had called, texted, left voicemails, but you refused to even read or listen to them. It was too much right now.

The Pogues had tried to console you, comfort you in anyway they could but you could hear their thoughts beneath the soothing tone of their voices. That’s what you get when you date a Kook. Especially Rafe Cameron.

Your sisters tried to comfort you too, to the best of their ability, but they were both busy with work, so most of your days were spent with your nephews and niece. Your niece, Jones, was the oldest, five years old and acted more mature than she should, but that was how it was on the Cut. She could tell something was wrong, and cuddled with you on the couch while the four of you watched Disney movies on repeat. You had called into work, not wanting to face anything for the rest of time.

It was lunch time, you were busy in the kitchen making sandwiches for the little ones. There was a knock at the door and all three of the children raced and wrestled each other to be the first to open it. You heard someone talking, but couldn’t make it out.

“Aunt Y/N, there’s a boy here,” Jones appeared at your side with a concerned look on her face, “and he looks like a Kook.”

You dropped the knife you were using to cut the sandwich, a quiet bang echoing through the kitchen. There was only one Kook who would show up at your door. You took Jones’ outstretched hand. She led you to the door where your two and three year old nephews were glaring up at the man standing there, the older one punching him in the leg. They learned early not to trust a Kook.

“Kelce?” You asked, furrowing your brows at the Kook in your doorway. He was grinning down at your attacking nephew, but the grin faded at the sound of your voice. He looked suddenly solemn, giving you a weak smile. You noticed a small box in his hands but couldn’t make out what was inside

“Can we talk?” You nodded, prying your nephew from Kelce’s leg and urging them inside and back to the living room. You turned back to Kelce who looked so out of place you almost laughed. Crossing your arms across your chest, you surveyed Kelce, waiting for him to say something.

Rafe had always spoken highly of Kelce, the nicer of his two friends. Before you had dated Rafe, Kelce had always been the Kook you were least intimidated by. Sure, he was still a dick to your friends, but you had never seen him throw a punch or heard him shout some horrible name at you. So you were ready to hear him out. If it had been Topper, you would have let your nephews bite his leg off.

“You need to talk to Rafe,” He said. You scoffed.

“I don’t need to do shit.”

“Please, Y/N! I know he hurt you and he does too. I’m not saying you need to forgive him but at least listen to him. He’s a mess. I’ve known him my whole life and he’s been bad before but this time…” Kelce trailed off, looking down at his feet and shaking his head.

“Just call him, please. You don’t even have to talk, just listen to what he has to say.”

“Did he send you?” You questioned.

“No, I’m just here as his best friend. He fucked up, bad, but he loves you.” You scoffed again. Kelce held out the box to you and you took it hesitantly,

“I found him this morning, passed out drunk. He’d been holding these. I thought you should see.”

He gave you one last nod and turned, walking down the path to his car.

You waited until he had driven away to go back into the house. Returning to the kitchen, you set the box down on the counter. You looked up at your niece and nephews, who were happily eating their sandwiches and watching PJ Masks. You looked back at the box and took a deep breath, having absolutely no idea what you would find inside.

A sob worked it’s way up your throat as you removed the lid to find a rainbow of scattered sticky notes filling it up. You recognized your doodles and handwriting covering them and slapped a hand over your mouth to quiet your cries, not wanting to disturb the kids.

After your first night with Rafe, it became a habit to leave the notes for him. You felt bad sneaking away in the morning, leaving him all alone after the night you had. They were stupid, just something to remind him of you. You hadn’t known it then, but you were already falling hard for him. You had no idea he had kept them. Every. Single. One.

Jones suddenly appeared at your side, staring up at you with a worried look.

“I’m okay, sweetie, don’t worry,” You said, smoothing a hand over her hair. She wrapped her arms around your waist and smashed her face against your side. You accepted the little girls comfort gladly, holding her close to you with one hand while the other sifted through the notes. After the last time you saw Rafe, you had been sure your feelings had been unrequited. How could he do that to you if he really did feel the same? But now, you weren’t so sure.

The moment your older sister got home, you retreated to your room with the box. You looked through every note, picturing Rafe as you did. You thought of how the morning light filtered in through the window, illuminating his bare back. The peaceful look on his face as you sneaked through the door. Then you remembered another Rafe, a Rafe who was already awake by the time you were. An arm thrown around you waist, a sleepy smile on his lips, hair sticking out every which way. Good morning, Angel. A deep and consuming kiss on your lips.

Tears were still silently pooling at the corners of your eyes as you opened your phone, finally opening your text conversation with Rafe.

I’m so sorry, Angel

Please answer me. I fucked up.

Is JJ okay?

Please, Angel, I need to hear your voice.

Y/N, I know I fucked up but please just answer me.

Are you okay?

Please. I need you to know something.

Please answer your phone

The waiting tears spilled out as you read through the several texts he had sent over the past few days. Taking a deep breath, you tapped on his name and held the phone up to your ear. He answered almost immediately.

“Y/N!” His voice was deep and scratchy and desperate. You wanted to reach through the phone and give him a hug.

“Angel, please say something, I need to hear your voice.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, half of you wanting the end the call and through your phone in the ocean. The other half wanted to drive down to Figure 8 and hold him in your arms.

“Just say what you need to say, Rafe.”

You hear him sigh, half relieved half terrified. Then he starts crying

“I-I’m so sorry. I fucked up so bad and I hurt you, and I can’t forgive myself. You shouldn’t forgive me either. I know Kelce came to see you and showed that box. I hope it helps you realize how much you mean to me because…fuck…you mean the world to me Y/N. You may not think so because of what happened the other night, but you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Before you found me on the beach I though I would never be happy. That I didn’t fucking deserve to be happy. But you changed that. You loved me so much that I had to believe I could be loved. ‘Cause if someone like you loves someone like me,” He laughs and you choke back a sob, “than I must be pretty great.”

You barely hear him over the sound of your own sobs. Trying to picture him here, right in front of you, you see a dumb smile on his face. That dumb, dopey smile that always appears when your with him. He’s giving you that look. That look he gave you that night at the beach and again that night in the kitchen and again and again every day after. That sparks sits in his voice as he speaks, willing you to understand that it was still there.

“I love you, angel. I fell in love with you under the stars and fell into an endless hole because I will never stop falling. I don’t deserve forgiveness, but I just needed you to know that I am in love with you. I couldn’t go another minute without telling you. What I did was terrible and you should hate me for it. But if I can get even an ounce of your forgiveness, that would be enough.”

Your sobs were still coming, but had decreased in the harshness. You could hear Rafe breathing on the other side of the phone, interrupted every now and again by sniffling. With scotch tape and white glue, your heart was slowly being put back together. It was messy and fragile, but it was a heart nonetheless, put back together by Rafe’s shaking hands and words of love. Taking a deep breath, calming yourself down enough to speak.

“Rafe.” You hear him let out a breath of air.

“Y/N…” Your name is like a prayer

“I love you completely. But you fucked up and you hurt me so…I’m going to need some time.”

Silence. Sniff.

“Okay, angel, whatever you need.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You hang up the phone and throw it to the edge of your bed. Emotions wash over you like a wave, pulling you under and pummeling you against the current. You let out a final sob as you sink into your bed, snuggling into the pillow that quickly became soaked with your tears. The bedroom door creaks open and tiny feet creep in. Jones stands in front of you dressed in her pajamas and clutching her stuffy.

“Do you need a hug?” She asks. You nod vigorously and open your arms to welcome the girl. Her arms circle your torso and squeeze you as hard as five year old can. Giving her a kiss on the head, you hold your niece tight and try to ease your recovering heart.

Jones falls asleep quickly. Laying there, you stare up at the ceiling where glow in the dark stars sill lingered from when you were a child. Rafe runs through your mind like a wild fire, igniting every thought that wasn’t about him. Decisions race through your mind behind it, flashing through quickly, but only one stands out.

You detach from Jones’ Koala like grip and grab your phone.

To: Sarah Cameron

I need your help.

To say Rafe missed you was an understatement. His life felt different without you, empty. He was so used to you being there everyday. A call, a text, a kiss away. No longer having that luxury made his heart ache. The only thing getting him through the day now was the possibility that he would have another chance.

After your phone call a couple days before, he had clung to the notion like it was the only thing that kept his head above water. You still loved him. You just needed time. Time. Rafe hated time, the cruel bitch. But he would give you it. He’d give you anything.

As Midsummer grew closer, Rafe felt the ache in his heart grow and grow into a numbing pain. That was supposed to be your night. Everyone would know that Rafe Cameron was the luckiest man on Earth. He would sweep you off your feet and tell you he loved you like it was a god damn fairy tale. If only he hadn’t fucked it all up. If only he hadn’t turned to drugs. If only his dad wasn’t a dick. If only he could control his anger. If only.

“Maybank.” Rafe walks up to where the three male Pogues stand on the dock. JJ’s face is black and blue, one lip split, an eye swollen almost shut. Rafe somehow looks worse than him. Dark bags under his eyes and eyes rimmed red from lack of sleep and crying. You still hadn’t called him.

“Fuck off.” JJ spits.

“I’m sorry.” JJ is suddenly convinced Rafe killed him that night. This couldn’t be real.

“About your face I- um - it was uncalled for and…uh…yeah, sorry.”

JJ laughs suddenly, his one good eye glaring.

“Are you fucking serious? You come over to apologize so I can put in a good word with Y/N, is that it? So you can break her heart again?”

Rafe flinches at the malice in his words, dropping his head to look at his feet.

“No, actually, I would prefer if you didn’t tell her I came. I just wanted to try and make things right. I also just need to know…is she okay?”

Despite the colors painting his face, making it unrecognizable, the hate on JJ’s face was evident. The other Pogues noticed JJ steaming and pushed him back, whispering something to him. Pope stepped forward, a similar look of hate in his eyes, but his exterior was cooler.

“No, she’s not. For some reason, she really liked you. She’d been so happy these past couple months and we had no idea why. Now, she’s the saddest we’ve ever seen her and we know exactly why. The only reason I won’t let JJ smash your face in is because we don’t want to upset her even more. Just leave us alone. Leave her alone.”

With that, the boy stepped back into the boat and floated away.

He should have listened to Pope’s words and left you alone. But you had called him and he couldn’t stop himself from pouring his heart out to you. Every word he’d wanted to say spilled from him, just the sound of your voice being the last crack in the dam before it broke. Rafe was selfish and in love with you and he didn’t know what he would do if he lost you completely. So he would wait as long as you needed him to, even if it meant waiting forever.

But as he woke up the morning of Midsummers, the fact that you weren’t beside him tore him to pieces. He didn’t want to go, didn’t want to move from his bed, not when this was supposed to be the day that he showed you just how much he loved you.

He woke up late, only pulling himself out of his bed when Wheezie came in, jumping on him while saying he needed to start getting ready. He showered and slinked into his closet, trying not to look at the dress bag hanging beside his suit as he changed.

He’d spent so much time picking out the perfect dress for you, agonizing over every piece of fabric he came across because it had to be absolutely perfect. He’d even gone as far as to ask Sarah for help, being extra careful not to let her know who he was buying it for, and he would be forever grateful to her for it. She helped him find the perfect dress, it was almost like she knew it was for you. Simple and but beautiful, not too flashy because he knew you hated that. But, as much as he loved the dress, he had been more excited to get it off of you and reveal the matching lingerie set he had bought underneath.

Rafe pulled his suit on and staggered down stairs to find Topper and Kelce waiting for him, passing him a flask as he approached. He saw Sarah, John B, and Kie outside by the pool, the Pogues looking uncomfortable in their formal wear.

“You alright, man?” Kelce asked slapping him on the shoulder. Rafe just nodded, taking another swig from the flask.

“Forget about that Pogue for the night. Have fun, get shitfaced. There will be plenty of girls willing to help you get your mind off things, if you know what I mean,” Topper said with a smirk.

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“Her name is Y/N, Topper. Not ‘that Pogue’ and I don’t want to forget about her,” Rafe snapped. Topper held is hands up in defense, taking the flask from Rafe’s hand and taking a large gulp.

“Whatever, dude,” He said, putting an end to the conversation.

By the time they make it to the club, however, Rafe is ready to drown his sorrows in booze and coke. His mind is adamant on torturing him with images of what could have been. He imagines you by his side as you walk up to the door, arm wrapped around his own. Before you walked in, he would lean down and kiss your cheek, whisper to you about how beautiful you looked. You would blush and tell him to shut up, but he wouldn’t. He would have worshipped you the entire night (and every day after).

As the group is about to enter, Sarah grabs his arm and pulls him back, allowing the others to on ahead.

“Can you just wait here moment?” She asks.

“Why?”

“Just do it! I promise, you won’t regret it.” And with that, Sarah turns and hurries after her friends. Rafe huffs in annoyance, fingers tapping against his leg as the need for some sort of substance grows stronger and stronger. He’s about to turn and go inside and drink himself silly, but is suddenly frozen to the spot.

“Rafe.”

Had he woken up this morning? Was he still laying in his bed wasting his life away? There was no way this was real. He turns and your image only adds to his belief that this was a dream. The orange light of the sunset surrounds you, adding to the already heavenly glow that follows you everywhere. You’re wearing the dress he had bought you and you look a million times more beautiful than in his dreams. A crown of daisies sits atop your head like a halo. Rafe had always called you angel, because that’s what you were. An angel that walked the Earth and graced him with your presence. That nickname had never been more perfect than in this moment, because Rafe was sure he had died and gone to heaven.

“Y/N,” He stumbles towards you, hands reaching out hesitantly. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, touch you in anyway he could. Deprived of your touch for so long, he craved it more than any drug. But he doesn’t want to overstep. You’re here, but he doesn’t know how close you really are, how close you want to be. He let’s you make the first move and he doesn’t have to wait long.

You hand moves to his cheek and cups it, thumb stroking across his cheek bone as you smile up at him. He covers it with his own hand, grasping on and allowing himself to believe that this is real. You stand like that for a moment, off to the side of the walkway to the club. People glance and whisper, wondering who that girl is with Rafe Cameron, but neither of you gave two shits.

Tears begin to well up in Rafe’s eyes as it sets in that you are here and you’re smiling at him and touching him and the dawning realization that he hadn’t lost you overwhelms him. Your other hand cups the other side of his face, pulling him closer to you. He collapses into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you into his chest. His grip is firm, refusing to let you go ever again. Burying his face in your neck, he speaks a mantra, hoping that it sinks through your skin and lets you feel every ounce of his apology.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” He repeats over and over again until you shush him, running your fingers through your hair and planting a light kiss below his ear.

“I know, baby,” You pull away, holding his face again and looking into his eyes, “I’m still working on forgiving you, but I want to be with you. We have a lot of shit to work through, but we’ll work through it together, okay?”

Rafe takes a deep breath, pulling away slightly to wipe the tears from his cheeks. He nods and you smile at him and kiss his cheek.

“Tonight, though, I just want to be with you. I’ve missed you like crazy. And I believe someone promised me an incredible night. Which means no crying,” You say, wiping away your own tears. Rafe grins at you, extending a hand to aid you. It’s your turn to soak op his touch. You lean into it, missing the comforting warmth of his palm.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Rafe says with a disbelieving laugh.

“Just what I said! I was promised a wonderful night and I am not going to pass it up! I asked Sarah for help and told me about the dress and stole it from you. She helped me do my make up and hair and whatever and now I’m here.”

Rafe grasps your head between his hands, holding you like you were made of glass. The gaze he has on you is filled with so much love and joy and pure adoration that your stomach begins to flip.

“You’re here. And you’re so fucking beautiful.”

A few seconds of gazing at each other, taking in every inch of the other’s face, passes before you speak.

“Rafe?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

The hesitancy from earlier vanishes as Rafe pulls you into a breathtaking kiss. It’s wild and messy loving, just like Rafe. He literally sweeps you off your feet, his arms rapping around your body to lift you, pulling away as he sets you down.

Rafe feels his heart soar. None of his dreams could ever compare to the euphoria he felt, nor any drug. For the first time, he looks into her eyes and speaks the words, “I love you.”

And for the first time, with a smile on your face, you speak the words back, “I love you too.”

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caitlyn-winchester · 4 years ago

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Pilot (Part 2)

Cordell Walker x daughter!Reader

word count: 1,554

warnings: dead parent, abandonment?, mentions of deportation

A.N. sorry I haven't been that active about updating this story. I had some school assignments to complete(and still do). this past week I just been very unmotivated to do anything. I'll try to post more! Thank u for your patience.

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“What are we doing out here again?” Bel asked me as we hopped over a fence that led to an open field.

“Just looking at the stars, I guess. My mom used to take me out here all the time, especially on a full moon.” I told her, sitting down on the grass

“Full moon, like tonight.” she realized.

“Yeah.” I pulled out my leather-bound sketchbook and markers. “She let me draw the starscape while she took some pictures on her camera. I've drawn every single full moon since I was ten, I've missed a couple since she passed. The first couple of months were difficult to get myself to come out here. She even made this sketchbook” I explained. Bel put a comforting hand on my shoulder. I was so lucky to have her, she is an amazing friend.

“She sounds amazing Y/N. I wish I could meet her.” She said and I just nodded. “Can I see your drawings?”

“Sure.” I handed her the book and she started to flip through the pages

“You're really good” she complimented

“Thanks.” I gave a small smile. I layed down on the grass and looked at the stars. It's been a little while and we’ve been talking, looking at the stars or I've been doodling the sky. We heard hard footsteps in the distance and looked over to see someone running in our direction. “What the hell? I breathed out and sat up. As the person got closer I recognized the person. It’s Ryan Marshall from school.

“Ryan?” Bel said when he was just about to pass us but he stopped when he heard his name.

“Hey guys!” he slurred. I rolled my eyes, great he’s drunk.

“Hey! You! Stop!” We heard from the same direction Ryan came from. Two police officers came running over and Ryan took off again. One police officer continued to chase ryan but the other stopped and looked at us.

“What are you ladies doing out here? Were y’all also at that party down the block.” he asked us pointing a flashlight at us. I put my hand out to block my eyes. Does he really gotta shine that thing directly in my face?

“No sir, we were just stargazing. We never stepped foot in that party. You can test us if you'd like.” I explained and Bel agreed with my statement.

“No, you guys don't seem drunk or anything. But you are trespassing.” he told us.

“Trespassing? I thought this was a public field.” I blurted.

“Last month this field was issued for game only during this season. You can only be on this field if you have a hunting license.” he explained “I’ll have to take you into the station for trespassing.”

“Can’t you let us off with a warning? We had no idea and you have no signs up!” I jabbed

“Sorry missy its protocol.” He read us our rights and asked us if we had any weapons and all the other police crap that's part of their ‘protocol’.

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Currently we are at the police station waiting for our parents to pick us up. Bel told me about her parents and how they might get deported since she was brought in. I feel terrible, I has no idea they changed the field over for a stupid game season. Just another thing I messed up. Luckily Stan Morrison was able to drop our charges since I explained exactly what happened and he understood. Unfortunately, we were taking in so our parents must pick us up since we are minors. We were waiting for probably a good thirty minutes when I saw my dad round the corner. I’m shocked he actually showed up, that’s a new one. I do really want to jump up and hug him but something in me is just mad at him for leaving us so I can’t bring myself to. Also being picked up at a police station was not my ideal first meeting of my dad after his absence.

“And here he is to save the day” I say under my breath.

“Good to see you too.” He said and approached us.

“Dad, this is Bel. Can we take her home?” I asked him.

“No. minors have to be picked up by their parents.”

“Well i’m not just leaving her here.”

“Then you can stay in a cell here tonight.”

Bel’s parents enter the police station. Dad takes his hat off and approaches them.

“It’s good to meet ya’ll. I've been out of town for a while so I don't really know Y/N’s social life. We should spend some time together.” he says.

“Stop it.” I whisper. He can't be serious right now.

“...Seems like the girls got into some trouble tonight so maybe we could help each other out.” he explains. Bella’s parents don't say anything as another police officer calls them back.

“Epic first meeting.” Bel sighs.

“I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing.” I apologize for my dad’s actions.

“For who? Lets go.” Dad shot at me and I just rolled my eyes. I grabbed my sketchbook off the seat and gave Bel a quick hug before leaving the station with my dad.

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The car ride home was an awkward one. Like what do I even say to him? ‘Nice to finally see you again after you abandoned us for almost a year’ I don't think that's the nicest thing to say. I felt sweet relief when I saw us pull up to my grandparents house. I took off my seat belt and opened the car door.

“Y/N,” dad warned. I stopped opening the door and started fidgeting with the edge of my sketchbook. “Want to tell me what the hell you were thinking?”

“I didn't know we were trespassing. There was no sign or anything to tell us pedestrians were not allowed on the field. Apparently they recently changed it or something, I don't know. Mom used to take me out to that field all the time. I didn't think anything of it.” I explained. He nodded in understanding.

“It's still dangerous. What if a hunter thought you were a deer and shot you? I don't like you out alone. I know you had Bel with you, but there's some bad people out there that can overpower you guys. I’d rather you be home for dinner with your family at night.” He told me.

“Oh like how you were home for dinner last night?” I challenged and he sighed. “Mom said you'd never be on a case too long.” I remarked.

“And I never meant to be.” dad said and I shook my head in disbelief. “This last case...it got complicated.” he explained.

“Complicated?” I scoffed. “A five minute phone call this summer, then nothing for three months! It’s bad enough we didn't have mom” I pointed out.

“We both gotta stop acting like she's going to come back.” he stated. I jumped out of the car and burst into tears. Uncle Liam was outside now and he tried to reach out to me but I ignored him. August was right in the living room when I entered the house.

“Y/N? What's wrong? What happened? Where’s dad” he asked me.

“Its nothing August. Just leave it alone.” I sniffed, trying my best to contain myself for my brother’s sake.

“Why were you at the police station? I thought you were just going to yours and mom’s spot?” he nagged on.

“I did. It's some kind of hunting ground now, you can’t go on it without a hunting license. You done with the twenty questions?” I snapped.

“Y/N, want to come have some leftovers?” my grandma asked me. Well she technically asked but she was actually telling me to get my ass over there.

“Sure Grams” I sighed and sat down by the kitchen island. She put down a plate of her famous pot roast and I dug in. While I ate she was cleaning up the kitchen.

“You’re not going to ask me what I did?” I inquired.

“No, because I know you’re a good, smart kid and you wouldn't do anything too damaging on purpose.” She offered me a kind smile. “Plus I know what tonight is with the full moon. I can put two and two together.” she laughed. Uncle Liam and dad walked in the house but I didn't hear them enter so I continued talking.

“Last month, they changed the field for ‘game hunting only’. I had no idea, so Bel and I got charged for trespassing. I can’t go out to that field anymore. Now I feel like another piece of mom is gone.” I confessed tears welling up in my eyes again.

“You can still go draw the stars, I know your mom would love for you to keep doing y'all's traditions. I'll even go out with you.” she offered.

“Thanks Grandma. I appreciate it, I really do, but it just wouldn't be the same.” I sighed.

“Not many things are going to be the same, Y/N.” she stated.

“I miss her so much.” I started sobbing. Grandma rounded the island and pulled me into a hug.

“I know you do sweetie.” she consoled, rubbing her hand in circles on my back, trying her best to comfort me.

A.N. sorry if you don't like to draw. Emily seemed like the type of parent that liked her kids to be creative, like August and photography. So I figured drawing could be what the reader and Emily did together.

PART 3 OUT NOW

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thesilencebeforeastorm · 5 years ago

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Wild Night - Eren x Reader

A/n: Since it’s Eren’s birthday today, what better way to celebrate it than with some smut ;) 5k + words later and this masterpiece was born lmao enjoy the filth! Fic is in first person, reader’s p.o.v! Dom Eren as well!

“(Y/n)!”

The voice of Sasha calling out my name snapped me out of my thoughts as I was doodling some random drawing on my paper. I knew that with the tone of her voice, she had some random idea she was going to throw at me that she wanted me to do with her. I stopped drawing and waited to see what it was.

“What are your plans for later?” she asked me.

I looked at the time. “Wallow in my sadness while watching my show, what crazy idea do you want me to do with you now?”

Sasha frowned. “Oh don’t be such a buzzkill! You’re gonna like this one. There’s a party going on tonight and I want you to come with me.”

I knew it. It was another one of her boring parties that she was going to drag me along with and try to set me up with some douchebag. I continued doodling.

“Nope, not interested.”

“Aw come onnnnn, why not?” I noticed Sasha’s pouty face from my side eye.

“Because this is gonna just be another one of your lame hookups that you’re trying to set me up with.

“Well... yes but no! I promise you this one will be different!”

Yeah sure , I thought to myself. I decided to turn around to face her. “Who’s the guy then?

Sasha seemed to have some hope in her eyes. “His name is Eren Jaeger. It’s his birthday today.”

“Jaeger? What is he, a drink?”

Sasha’s mouth dropped wide open. “Oh you cannot be serious, this is no time for games! Just come with me pleaseeeeeee. It’ll be worth it I promise. If not then you’ll never have to go with me to a party again.”

Sasha used those puppy eyes of hers on me hard. I rolled my eyes, deciding that maybe a “fun” night out would be better than my show. I also wanted to see what was so interesting about this Eren guy.

“Fine I’ll go, as long as you get those puppy eyes out of my face”, I said as I laughed and nudged her out of my way.

A few hours went by and me and Sasha arrived at the house. It was his house apparently and the place was packed. I noticed red cups being passed around, the smell of booze filling the air. The music was pretty loud, though not enough to make me bleed out of my eardrums so that was good at least. I noticed a couple of our mutual friends like Jean, Marco and Connie. Connie was as usual making an absolute fool of himself dancing and Jean and Marco were chatting it up though I don’t know how the hell they could even hear each other. Me and Sasha were passed cups by some blonde chick named Annie who I recognized was a girl from our school. I was surprised she was even here since she mostly kept to herself. I drank some of my cup, the alcohol stinging my throat a bit but it was enough to handle. I looked around to see if I recognized anyone else while I almost spit my drink out as my eyes landed on some guy. Sasha noticed me almost choked on my drink and she leaned in close to speak into my ear.

“Hey you okay??”

“Who the fuck is that?” I asked her, tilting my head up to point in front of me. That’s when she had the biggest smirk on her face and she laughed. “That’s Eren”.

My eyes widened slightly as I looked at him up and down. He had long brown hair that was a little longer than his shoulders and tanned skin. He was tall, shorter than my friend Jean as I remembered but not short either. He wore a long sleeve shirt with jeans as he crossed his arms, drink in his hand while chatting up with someone. I must’ve been staring at him too long cause he suddenly looked to his side and noticed me staring at him and also looked at me up and down. I took notice of his green eyes and I felt my pussy throb on the spot.

“Oh, I am so fucking that”, I said out loud to her.

Sasha looked at me surprised. I guess she was thinking that I finally found some guy interesting.

“You like him?” she asked me.

“Do I like him? Sasha look at him, he’s hot! You didn’t tell me that.”

She shook her head. “That’s cause you never wanna listen to me!”

I rolled my eyes at her before turning back to Eren and noticed he was coming this way. My way.

“Oh fuck, he’s coming this way. What do I do?” I asked, slightly nervous that he already noticed me that fast. A girl could still feel nervous right?

“Talk to him”, Sasha said as she started to walk away, giggling.

“Sasha, get back he-” I was going to yell out to her but got cut off as I had Eren standing in front of me. I took in a deep breath as he got close to my ear to speak.

“I’ve never seen you around here, What’s your name?”

What’s my name? Oh you’re gonna know my name when I -

“(Y/n). I’m Sasha’s friend.”

He took a step back and looked over to where Sasha was standing, no more like dancing her ass off already with Connie. The girl was already acting a fool. He looked back down at me, taking notice of my figure with a smirk on his face. I took more notice of his features like his facial hair, his lips and his collar bones that poked out of his shirt. Oh how badly did I want to suck on that. He got close to my ear again and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Well you enjoy yourself at the party then”.

I felt my body tense up a bit at his hand, not expecting to be on my shoulder already but I still didn’t mind. “Yeah I will and happy birthday”.

“Thanks” he replied before walking away to talk to someone else.

The party was pretty good, much to my surprise. The music wasn’t crappy, the alcohol wasn’t bad and everyone pretty much danced or chatted around. They kept the party lively which is what I liked because if it didn’t fit my standards I would hold Sasha to her word about never going with her to a party again. I danced with Sasha at one point, though she was already drunk out of her mind while I was only tipsy. Seemed it would be my job to take her drunk ass home so I didn’t want to keep drinking. I noticed Eren from time to time, sneaking occasional glances at me. I didn’t really notice a huge difference in his behavior so either he wasn’t drinking that much or he could handle his alcohol really well. Whatever it was, I realized I had to pee badly so I made my way upstairs to use the bathroom. It was pretty quiet up here in the sense that you didn’t hear the blasted music in your ears and you could actually make conversation up here if you wanted to. Eren’s bathroom was pretty decent, no one had trashed it yet much to my relief. I was done in the bathroom and cleaned up before I left and was going to make my way downstairs when I felt a hand grab me and pull me into a room. Panic was the first response I had in my body but before I could respond, the door closed, my back pressed against the door as a familiar voice whispered in my ear.

“Don’t worry, it’s me”. It was Eren.

I sighed in relief, though I was slightly annoyed. “You scared me, you asshole”.

He chuckled against my ear. “Sorry about that. Had to get you in here without anyone seeing us”.

God, his voice… I couldn’t really hear it to the best of my ability downstairs with the loud music but now that we were alone in the room, I could hear his baritone voice, sending shivers down my spine. Having his body pressed against me with his lips lightly touching my cheek only made me ache to feel him more.

“How’s the party been so far…?” he asked me, pressing light kisses against my cheek as he worked his way down to my neck. I moaned softly in response to his lips pressing against my skin. I tried to think of how to answer his question but I was distracted with what he was doing.

“G-good..” I replied. He continued kissing my neck before he whispered again.

“You’ve been looking at me all night. Mind telling me what that’s all about?”

I was going to answer him this time but he bit down into my neck, causing me to moan again. I grabbed on to his arm, the answer I was going to give him coming out messy.

“I - could..I could say..the same to you…” I panted out. He was making it pretty difficult to speak.

He took a step back for a moment and tilted my chin up to look at him, his height adding some intimidation to mine. The look in his eyes was enough to know that he wanted this as badly as I did. He looked at me with hunger in his eyes, like a lion ready to pounce in his prey. Without another second wasted, his lips crashed into mine, a groan escaping his mouth and a moan escaping mines. I parted my mouth as his tongue slipped into mine desperately, to which I did the same in return, feeling the stubble of his facial hair against my lips. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue which made the kiss more intoxicating than it already was. His hand glided all over my body, landing on my ass and giving it a tight squeeze, causing me to moan again. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged it towards me, wanting to feel him closer to me than he already was. I felt a rush of heat between my legs as my pussy already started to get wet for him. He bit on my bottom lip, tugging at it hard before diving back into my mouth once more with his tongue. God, he was such an amazing kisser.

He pulled back for a moment to not only catch his breath but to remove his shirt and when I saw him shirtless, my mouth literally w a t e r e d. His abs were so toned, his v line now being exposed above the waistband of his jeans. I couldn’t admire it any longer before he lunged at me again, my body pressing hard against the door again as he went for another kiss, his tongue sloppily slipping past my lips. I could hear the music from downstairs playing loudly as background noise which only made it more exciting that I was going to get fucked by this hot guy in a house full of people like the desperate whore that I was. Gotta please the birthday boy right?

I felt his bulge press up against me, the friction making me want to grind up against him. I decided that I could do that later and that there would be other ways I could please him. I broke the kiss and started to pull at the belt on his pants as he went for my neck again, sucking harshly on the spot above my collar bone. I moaned loudly, my hands gripping tightly on his belt as he sucked on my sweet spot which I was sure would leave a mark. I tried my best to fumble with his belt before I finally got it off, unzipping his jeans and placed my hand inside to palm his dick outside of his boxers. He groaned again as I applied more pressure to his bulge, my mind going crazy with the idea of how it looked and tasted. No longer being able to control myself, I pushed him off of me, a string of saliva being noticeable as we parted. I got on my knees and took his dick out his pants only to be amazed at how good it looked. He was a bit longer than average with pre cum leaking out of his dick tip. I placed my hand around the base of his cock and licked up the underside of it before I moved my tongue in circles around his slit and head to taste the pre cum. I looked at him while I did so, seeing him take a shuddering breath at my actions. The view from down here was hotter, seeing his loose hair fall down in front of his face, his green eyes slightly widening and his tightly toned abs in full display. I looked back at his dick and gave his head a good few sucks before sliding my mouth further down his length, hallowing my cheeks as I did so. I heard him moan as I felt his hand grab a fist full of my hair into a ponytail to look at him and began to push me further on to his cock. I gagged in response to that but I opened up the back of my throat to make more room for him as he began to thrust into my mouth. I let the base of his dick go to allow myself to move deeper into his mouth and gripped onto his thighs as he continued to fuck my face. His thrust became faster, my gagging louder as his movements continued. His cock tasted so good and I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted more of him, I wanted him to fuck me hard already. I wanted to moan his name loudly so that everyone in the house heard who was making me feel so good. I was running out of air soon and Eren took notice as he yanked my hair back, leaving me gasping for air as he pulled me up, his grip never letting go. He motioned me to the bed and pushed me on it before climbing on top of me for another hard kiss. He pulled back suddenly, taking a look at my shirt.

“Take this shit off”, he ordered, looking annoyed and pulling at my shirt which made my pussy dripping wet even more. I could tell that he was a dominant man and that I was in for one wild night. I took off my shirt fast, tossing it somewhere in the room before he lifted me up a bit suddenly and unclipped my bra with one hand and ripped it off of me to toss it to the side. Oh, so he’s got experience I thought to myself as my thoughts were cut off when he placed his mouth on my nipple. I arched my back slightly, gripping the sheets and whined as he began sucking on it harshly, his teeth nibbling on it. He fondled my other breast, pinching and playing with my nipple in his hand. He kept looking up at me, wanting to see the reactions he got out of me as I looked down on him. I started to feel uncomfortable in my jeans so I wiggled to try and take them off. Thankfully Eren got the message and let my nipples go and unzipped my jeans, pulling them off, leaving me only in my panties as he took his jeans and boxers off. I was thankful that I wore a sexy pair tonight, having some bit of hope that the guy Sasha was going to hook me up with was worth my time. He went back up to my breast, taking in both of them in his mouth now and leaving dark marks on my chest as I left his dick press up against my pussy. I let out a shuddering breath as I tried to grind my hips against his cock. One thing I noticed about Eren was that he was really good at understanding body language and began to grind his dick against my panties, the friction against my clit sending sensations to my body. I could only imagine how much better it would feel if I was actually getting fucked. I was growing impatient, the feeling of him grinding against me feeling too good. I pushed him off again, only for him to grab my wrist and hold them above my head. The pressure was sure to leave a mark.

“I didn’t say you could fucking move”, he growled lowly against my ear. Fuckkkk, that was hot. I didn’t want to listen to him but by the tone of his voice, I could tell that I wasn’t going to be able to dom him.

“Eren, please…” I whined. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Something in what I said made him stop what he was doing and met up with my face. His eyes stared at me intensely. “Say my name again”.

“Eren..” I breathed out. “Please”.

“Please what?” he asked me, a smirk forming on his lips. He seemed to like me begging.

With the way I was speaking, I felt like I was so little. I’ve had my fair share of sexual encounters in the past but it was always a quick fuck. Never have I had someone dom me like this, let alone take their time to make me feel good. It was intoxicating.

“Please fuck me already”. I didn’t care how I sounded. I wanted him so bad. He motioned himself near my ear. “You gotta be patient baby girl, I haven’t even tasted you yet. I know your pussy is dripping wet for me” he replied, sucking on my earlobe.

“Ahh” I replied, a shuttered breath leaving my lips again. I tried to close my thighs together for some friction against my aching cunt but his knee moved up and separated them. He chuckled lowly, hearing me whine again. “Push me off again and you’re going to be punished”. My eyes closed for a second, taking in a deep breath before opening them again. As much as I liked the sound of being punished, it could either go one of two ways. Either Eren could be more rough with me or he could leave me here and go back to the party with his friends. I didn’t want to test that out and decided to be good just for him.

“Okay… I won’t…”

“Good girl”, he said before kissing my neck, moving to my breast and moving lower to my stomach. I looked at him, his eyes never looking away from mine, taking a mental note that he loved eye contact. He sat up a bit to remove my panties and spread my legs, my throbbing cunt in full display for him. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling shy as he stared at it for a few seconds.

“You’re fucking beautiful”, he said, his breathing becoming heavy at the realization of just how wet I was for him, licking his lips as he did so. He wasted no time in diving into me, his mouth hungrily sucking on my clit as I let out a sharp cry and gripped the sheets. He gripped my thighs to hold me down and to bring me closer to his face as he continued to taste me, his tongue licking up and down my folds before sucking on my clit again. His tongue dived into my core, driving me wild as I kept moaning his name over and over again. I wasn’t so sure if anyone could hear me with the music going on downstairs but I didn’t give a fuck about that right now.

“You taste so fucking good, fuck”, I heard him say as I felt him place a finger inside of me, which slid in easily. I gasped at the sensation as he fingered me slowly, licking on my folds. Fuck, he’s teasing me, I thought to myself as I grabbed on to his hair to pull him in closer. I felt that stupid smirk against me again as he inserted a second finger and began to pump into me fast. I could hear the sound of how wet I was which only added to horny I was as he curved his fingers upward and began finger fucking me fast against my g- spot.

“Ahh fuckk!!” I cried out, as he placed his hand above my abdomen to increase the pressure. I tried my best to keep my legs still but I couldn’t so he sat up and leaned a bit in towards me so that my legs were around his waist. I looked at him as he looked at me, the pressure in my lower stomach becoming too much as I felt myself about to cum.

“Please don’t stop Eren, I’m gonna -”. He cut me off.

“You gonna cum for me baby girl?” Fuck, keep calling me that please.

“Y-yesss” I whimpered as he began to be more rough with me, his fingers moving at an unforgiving pace. I felt a rush of heat spread throughout my body and with a few final pumps, I shouted his name over and over again loud, arching my back and came undone around his fingers, my legs shaking as I did so.

He slowly removed his fingers from me and tasted them before moving back down to my pussy and lapping up all the juices that had spilled out of me. My body shivered, still being sensitive from my intense orgasm as he did so. My shaking legs made it a little difficult to do so but he was able to move them away with his strong hands.

“Look at how much of a mess you are. We haven’t even gotten to the best part”, he said to me, a cocky grin spread across his face. I swallowed as I looked down at his dick, hard and throbbing just for me. I looked back up at him, aching for more as he positioned himself near my entrance. He pumped his dick a few times before rubbing his tip around my pussy softly.

“Erennnnn, don’t tease me please”. The feeling of his tip rubbing on my clit made me grind up against him again.

“Beg for it”.

“What?” I asked him.

“You heard me the first time. Beg for it.”

I rolled my eyes at him in frustration before his body shot up against me, his face inches away from mine as he wrapped his fingers around my neck. “Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me?” The intensity of his gaze made me know he wasn’t messing around.

I slightly panicked, thinking I was going to get punished. I cursed at myself, wondering why I was feeling like this. It felt like he had total control over me, like I was his and he could do whatever he wanted to me. I wanted more.

“I - I’m sorry” I sputtered out, the lack of oxygen from him pressing on my sides making me slightly lightheaded but still felt good. “I just want you so bad.”

The intensity of his eyes softened as he let me go and moved back, getting into position and rubbing the head of his dick on my clit again. “If you want me so bad then beg for it”.

I had no choice. If I wanted him to wreck me then I needed to do what he said. “I want your cock so bad Eren, just fuck me already… please…please…”

That seemed to please him as I felt him push himself into me, a whimper escaping my lips. I felt full as he continued to push into me slowly, his body leaning over he half way and I gripped his arms and allowed myself to adjust to his size. God, it felt so good. I had been wanting this ever since I saw him earlier and now the moment was finally here. He moved his hips back before diving into me again slowly, gritting against his teeth at the sensation.

“You’re so tight, when was the last time you got fucked?” he asked me, as he pulled back slowly and dived into me again.

I got cocky. “It’s been a while since I’ve had somebody fuck me good”, the answer seeming to excite him. I rolled my hips up against him, my body telling him that I was ready as he began speeding up the pace. The pace still wasn’t how I wanted it though, leaving me wondering why the fuck he wanted to be so gentle now. I sat up a bit, taking the chance at grabbing his neck to pull him close. “I’m not fragile Eren, fuck me already”.

He gave me what I wanted, ramming his dick into me as I cried out. He hooked his arm under my back, lifting me off the bed slightly, angling himself better to hit my g-spot. I cried out again, feeling his dick hit my spot at an unforgiving pace, the sound of slapping skin and my moans and his grunts filling the air. I gripped his arms, my nails digging into his skin and scratching them as he kept fucking me faster and faster.

“Oh my god, fuck!! Keep fucking me Eren, please, fuck!”

He kept going though now he lifted me up completely as he leaned the back of his thighs against his calves and I was sitting on him. My legs tightened around his waist, my arms around his neck as he pounded up into me hard, making me shout out his name again. My head tilted back, no longer being able to look at him with the pleasure becoming too much. Had I had known him sooner, I would have been going to his house every night to get fucked. The guy had stamina.

“Look at you, a desperate slut for my cock. You like it when I’m fucking you like this right?”, he grunted against my ear.

“Yessss, fuck!” I cried out.

His dirty talk made me realize how much of a freak he was and I felt my walls clench around his cock. I was close and I knew it. Fuck you for making me finish this fast I said to myself, wanting this to last longer. I held on for as long as I could but his loose hand somehow found its way on my clit as he was rubbing hard against it. I couldn’t hold on anymore and came HARD.

“ERENNN!” I shouted, as I felt him continue thrusting into me sloppily. I then knew he was close.

“I’m cumming” he grunted and was gonna push me off of him to come elsewhere but I held on to him close and grabbed his hair to look at me. “I want you to fucking cum in me!”. I didn’t care. I was on the pill.

Not having any other choice, he thrusted up into me hard, releasing his warm cum inside me. I felt his cock twitch as the liquid continued pouring into me and then out of me and on to his cock.

Our heavy breaths filled the room, neither of us moving off of each other as we held on to one another in an embrace. Loose strands of hair were sticking to his forehead full of sweat, mine being the same way. I pushed them out of his face to get a better look at him, his gaze meeting mine.

“Wow…. that was the best dick I’ve had in a very long time… shit”. I wasn’t lying when I said that. Remember the shitty hookups Sasha tried to set me up with?

“This is the best dick you’re ever going to get”, he said to me. I could tell he was very confident in his abilities. I liked that.

“I guess we should clean up now. You know where the bathroom is”, he said to me.

I gave him a smirk. “I could but… I have something I want to do first”.

He cocked an eyebrow, wondering what I was referring to before I pushed his hair to the side and sucked on his neck hard. He hissed at the sudden feeling but I told myself earlier that I wanted to do this. Not only did I want to do this but I wanted everyone to see his neck marked up, to know that I was there and that he fucked me. I continued sucking until I felt satisfied with the purple mark and gave a soothing lick to coat it. I continued to pepper kisses against his collarbone before softly grinding my teeth against them. I pulled back when I was done.

“Now you may go”, I said to him. I felt air blow out of his nose as he chuckled lightly and shook his head. He lifted me up with him, not wanting to get cum on his bed as I slid out of him, careful to not let anything drip on to the floor. I gathered my clothes and got dressed, not too worried about looking perfect since I was going to the bathroom right across from his room. He did the same, placing his hair into a bun now.

“You should give me your number. Maybe we can do this again”, he said to me, his body pressed up against mine and handed me his phone. I smirked at him.

“Oh we are doing this again. There’s no maybe”, I replied as I grabbed his phone and entered my name and number into it and texted myself so he could have my number. I handed back the phone to him as he placed a sweet kiss against my lips, nothing like the roughness he had earlier.

“See you, baby girl”, he said as he left the room. I couldn’t wait to get fucked by him again.

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I walked into the living room, hearing a commotion which ended up being a bunch of high fives being handed to Eren, noticing the mark on his neck. I shook my head and laughed, looking for Sasha who was passed out drunk on the couch. With the help of anyone who was sober, we took her drunk ass to her car and I drove her home.

~ The Next Day ~

I could hear Sasha groaning in her room, her hangover hitting her hard. I walked in with pills and some water, placing it on her nightstand before she spoke to me.

“I feel like crappppp” she said, placing her hand on her forehead.

I laughed. “Yeah, that’s because you decided to go crazy last night with Connie and drink your life away”.

She scoffed. “Yeah and where were you for most of the night, hmm?”

My mind replayed the memories from last night, the feeling of Eren’s lips on my skin and him fucking me hard. I chuckled.

“Well…. I was busy with a certain someone.”

Sasha’s eyes widened at my neck as she shot up from bed before wincing at the pain. “No you did not! You two actually had sex?”

I was surprised with how shocked she was even though she was the one that wanted this to happen in the first place. “Yeah we did.”

“How was it??” she asked me.

“Fucking amazing. The man is a freak.”

Right at that moment I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and saw Eren’s name pop up on the screen. “Looks like I gotta go.”

“Wait- !” she said to me before wincing at the pain again. I shook my head. “Take those meds and get some sleep. I’ll check up on you later.”

She groaned in frustration but listened to me as I left the room. I opened the text and read it.

From: Eren

Down to come to my place tonight?

I shook my head and chuckled before typing up a response.

To: Eren

You want me that bad already? Seems like someone misses me.

A minute later I got a text, this time a picture. A dick picture.

From: Eren

Does this answer your question?

My mouth watered again at the picture. I couldn’t get enough of him and I had only met him yesterday. I shot him another text, knowing what would get him riled up.

To: Eren

Aw, look who’s begging for me now ;) See you later xo.

From: Eren

Oh fuck off

Looks like I was in for another wild night.

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memoriashell · 4 years ago

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not entirely present in mind ( but sentimentally, feelings are always the same )

Characters / Pairing: Fukawa Touko / Naegi Komaru, ft. WoH in the bg

crossposted on ao3

Notes: day 4 of tokomaru week!! shopping and night out prompts. the warriors of hope get mentioned in the bg as their kids but don't feature heavily in this fic.

tws for abuse / trauma mentions, touko is also slightly out of character because she's drunk ( they are both responsible adults and are safe the entire time! )

Summary: sometimes it's nice to have a night to themselves.

When you have five kids to look after, it’s rare to for them get a moment to herself. Or a moment with her wife. Much less a night to go out. Well, it’s not like they don’t get to go out with the kids. In fact, she might let them indulge in that perhaps a little too often— or so Touko argues but can’t actually find it in her to say no to. Her point being that they do not get to go out by themselves. That’s usually the case, at least.

Which is why when Touko casually brings up the fact that she finally sealed a deal on her latest manuscript, Komaru uses that as an excuse for them to go out and celebrate. Their anniversary roughly over is a month away anyways, might as well kill two birds with one stone because god knows they will probably be too busy with the kids to actually remember to do much of anything. Not that they really need to, she knows how much they love each other regardless! It’s just fun to have an extra excuse to celebrate.

( And don’t get her wrong: she loves her all five of her kids— most days— she really, really does. And she’s happy she can have the opportunity to raise these kids with her wife, and show both them and her wife what a good, loving family looks like. But it also tires her out to take care of five children, along with her own job, and sometimes they need to take a brief break from it.

...Okay it’s also because Makoto owes her a favor, and she’s very eager to cash in on that favor by getting her brother to help keep an eye on the kids for one evening. It’ll be fine. The kids love him? )

Touko rolls her eyes at her and tells her that she’s being unnecessarily dramatic about all of this when she informs her of their plans, once she works out the details. But Komaru can see the blush that accompanies this and knows that she’s won her over and considers that her personal victory. The only condition she has is to make sure her brother is not the only one watching the kids, which: yeah, fair enough, five kids was hard enough with two of them; so she just asks Makoto to make sure he’s not the only one watching the kids.

She knows Touko hates dressing up nice when they go out— she hardly likes dressing up for her own press releases, and those are like actually important events, so she makes sure it's a pretty casual thing. Most of their outings have always tended to be fairly relaxed, and she thinks both of them prefer it that way. The bare minimum of make-up on her face accompanies one of her nicer outfits; which is still a notable effort on her part, but doesn’t make too big of a deal about it.

( She can deduce that Syo probably had a hand in that choice, and just hopes they hadn’t bothered her about it too much. They’re usually good at recognizing limits, and if nothing else, she doesn’t like assuming the worst of their intentions )

Dinner goes well, once she can get Touko to feel less self-concious about herself. Not that it’s a bad thing that she is, it’s not her fault, and she knows she’s trying her best; it’s just more enjoyable when she doesn’t have to worry as much about how she’s feeling. Alright, the glass(es) of wine that she’d had might have also helped with that, but she seems to be handling it pretty well, so she’s not too worried. Even when it became apparent that some of her anxiety had been amplified by the alcohol, but again she seems to be handling it okay. She’s only slightly tipsy...okay, maybe a little more than slightly, but they’re responsible adults. Or, uh, have to be because Masaru won’t take to them being drunk well, and bringing up that trauma is not something she wants to do. And also because technically they’re supposed to grab groceries on the way home. Not exactly the most romantic end to a date night, but sacrifices must be made.

Now only if Komaru could convince her wife to let go of her long enough for her to go shopping, keeping her voice low as not to disturb her too much. “You could nap off some of the alcohol here in the car while I go shopping?”

“Noooo...” She whines around the bottle of water in her mouth, free hand gripping to her arm like her life depends on it. Komaru can easily pry her off, but she’d rather not do that. “Don’t leave...leave me alone. If I do...you won’t c-come back.”

That melts her heart a little. In like, a sad way; being reminded of her wife’s deep-rooted insecurities is never a nice thing. Komaru taps her wedding ring, which effectively gets her attention after a few minutes. “This is pretty good proof that I’m going to come back, right? But if you don’t feel like sleeping, you can come inside. You think you can handle sitting in the cart?”

“Uh huh. I...can sit fine, d-d-dumbass.” Touko responds in a very unconvincing way, but it does get her to let go at the very least.

“M’kay. Let me get out, so I can help you.”

“Can do...get it myself.” She argues, but also makes no effort to do anything other than sip at her water. For good measure, Komaru grabs a second bottle to slip into her purse; in case she manages to down all of that while they’re inside. She lets her lean against the side of the car while she grabs a cart, and watches her halfway launch herself into a flip to get over the side of the cart. Which was more Syo like behavior, so she figures they might be co-fronting? It wouldn’t be anything she wasn’t used to, but she should probably keep a close eye on them just in case.

“You’re okay?” She asks just to be sure, reaching out to brush the hair out of her face carefully and laughs softly at the way Touko tries to lean into her hand.

“Mhm...I love you.” Her voice is a soft murmur, and yeah it’s not anything she hasn’t heard before, but it still warms her heart to hear. It’s moments like these that make it hard for her to understand why people think so horribly of her. Most people don’t get to see this side of her ( usually, this is more like how she is early in the mornings and late at night, half asleep and vulnerable ) and see how loving she is— scared of loving and being loved. Touko has so much love, she knows the way she loves her and her friends and their kids and knows she is not the person people say she is, that her insecurities make her think she is. Komaru hates knowing all that because she deserves all that love and more, and makes sure she knows it as she presses her lips to the top of her head.

“I love you too! Are you sure you’re up to shopping though? You really don't gotta come with.” If it wasn’t for the fact she knows the kids won’t have breakfast in the morning if she doesn’t go shopping tonight, she’d honestly just call it a night and grab groceries another time.

Though truthfully, shopping with her drunk wife is still less of a hassle than trying to shop with any number of kids. Making sure they stay out of trouble is a chore within itself, and she’s thankful that’s not the case tonight.

“I’m...‘m good. Just go slow..?”

“I can do that.” She beams, even if she thinks that wasn't entirely necessary for her to mention— okay maybe she’s guilty of cart coasting down aisles with her feet off the ground, but that’s just to please the kids. She knows better than to do that with her drunk wife. Probably. She thinks she would realize it is a bad idea to do so ( on account of her getting sick ) before she would actually do so, at least.

Now it’s just a matter of trying to remember where she put their shopping list. It was more convenient to have it typed up on her phone, but it's easier for everyone to add onto if they just leave a notepad specifically for this. Even if on more than one occasion she’s flipped over a shopping list to find several paragraphs of something Touko has no recollection of writing ( that isn’t Syo either ), or realized that Jataro has doodled over half the list without meaning to.

She finally recalls which pocket she’d put it in for safekeeping, and they can get going. Slowly, adding things to the cart...and on top of her wife’s lap. Not that Touko seems to notice, since the next time Komaru checks on her she’s just staring straight up at her, face red. She’s so cute? She seems to realize that she’s got her attention, since she reaches up to tug on her sleeve. “Kotoko and Masaru w-wanted fruit snacks, right...? Don’t forget...”

“Already got it, don’t worry. Made sure to grab the vitamins too.” She reassures, a bit impressed that she manages to be that coherent in recalling that, gently prying her hand from her sleeve; holding it in hers for a moment before carefully dropping her hand back down to rest in her lap. She continues shopping in silence, making sure to double-check the list for anything else she might have missed— or at least make sure she’s not missing anything important.

After a while she has to stop again, when she realizes Touko’s trying to mumble something to her, leaning down to hear her. “Don’t forget the...the fish.”

Komaru’s brows crinkle in confusion. “Fish? Like, the fish snacks, or...?” She doesn’t have anything on the list that matches that description, nor does she remember the kids bringing up any requests along those lines.

“N-Noooo...” She starts to shake her head and then immediately looks like she regrets that choice. “Like, like the ones that go in a tank. Like the kids asked.”

It takes Komaru a minute to figure out what she’s trying to get at, and bites back a snort. “That’s not something we can get at the supermarket. Or that we’re taking care of tonight.”

( To elaborate: the kids recently brought up the prospect of having a pet. With varying degrees of effectiveness. To which they’d said they’d think about, mostly because again, they have their hands full with their kids as it is— but also on the basis that five kids do not agree on any one thing easily, and she can only imagine how much it will take them to agree on one pet. Komaru thinks it’s cute that even while drunk, she manages to be mindful of the kids )

“Oh. Thank fucking god.” She mutters. “I don’t want to be a mother this young.”

This one she has to laugh at, because there’s no way she can stifle herself this time: mostly because, while the implication might seem bad, she knows that’s far from what’s probably happening here ( not consciously, at any rate, she knows she’d had more than her fair share of concerns when the topic of adopting the kids had came up ). “Sweetheart, we are already parents...?”

“Oh...” Touko says, drunken awe in her expression, like this hadn’t occurred to her. “I g-g-guess you’re right...not the same.”

Komaru pats her gently, a smile curling at her lips. She’s curious about what she means by that, but she’ll leave that for another time. “Mhm, sure. Let’s get going, okay?”

There’s nothing inherently romantic about ending a date night by taking care of her drunk wife while doing grocery shopping, but it’s still a nice end to a good night— even if they both end up forgoing doing anything further that night, and just go straight to bed once they get home.

#tokomaru week 2021 #tokomaru #toukomaru #komaru naegi #toko fukawa #touko fukawa #* zhi writes #danganronpa

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polyhexianchicken · 3 years ago

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Are there any songs that remind you of your muse and/or get you into the mood to reply?

Only my entire pLayList-

akjdjsd, only half joking. xD Thing is, I don't listen to music when I write, only really when I'm drawing, and even that's rarer-

Because I daydream to the point of zoning out when I listen to music. I keep imagining my OC's or in this case Whirl in situations fitting to the music. There are soooo so many songs that resonate in me with Whirl, but I'm gonna pick a few and explain what my reasoning behind that is:

Okay lmao that still got a lot but this section below is more of the 'hit me in the guts with feels songs' these songs remind me more of Whirl's inner struggles with self acceptance and letting his walls down to others, because he really does deserve friendship and care despite his best attempts at being the biggest jerk possible to keep others at bay:

Light on kinda makes me think of a situation where Whirl is in a bad place mentally, but he still cares incredibly deeply about his friends and wants to push his problems down to help his friends.

Party for One, Whirl, probably drunk off his trolley, 'Frag you all I'll just be me for myself'

Be Kind - Basically Whirl has to accept and maybe unlearn his destructive and hurtful behaviour.

Lonely - Really only listen to if you can handle listening to it, it is quite sad akdjks but it fuels my angst of Whirl having a mental breakdown by himself, and just feeling incredibly, incredibly isolated and alone.

Karma - tbh I was inspired by an animatic from doodle-machine which basically is Whirl, yeh again in a not so good mental place akdjajdj

Numb- Now, THIS reall fueled an art piece of mine, a throwback to Whirl fighting millenia in the Dead End to Survive each Day, he had to become 'numb' so to say.

You Say - Ooh, really sets the mood of Whirl learning and trying to accept/believe his friends love for him. Only problem is I cannot for the life of me listen to it anymore because when I was drawing in those hours that played on repeat. And only that.

This section is more on the light hearted side :D

Thank You - Yeah I know, Christmasy song BUT I could totally see Whirl singing that on a karaoke night at Christmas on the LL suprising the living daylights out of everyone for being s vulnerable and showing his gratitude to his found family/friends.

Ultraluminary - It's a cover from a song, can totally see a boastful Whirl breaking out the Lost Light Crew while hollering to this.

The Lost Light Crew: Is. Is he seriously breaking us out while singing that? ...okay.

Some Nights- A, I guess bitter and sweet? Essentially the cycle of what Whirl goes through each day.

I'll show you - Whirl is spiteful af and lives on every day just to prove everyone wrong about him.

Whirl fighting with explosions all around, banger of a song and could be his theme song haahah

Things that get me in the mood to reply are actually reading through the responses- I have a hiiighly active imagination so when I say things reall be hitting in the feels, or they make me laugh and smile, they do xD. These songs add to my inspiriation for dialogue, continuity with his character and so on. :>

#(ooc)#(ask the chicken herder; me)#(the whirly chicken)#(the whirly chicken isn't who they seem to be)#((there are many many more songs but then this list would go on foreeeveeerr))

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angelliev · 4 years ago

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Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Twelve - Spring Break Forever

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: The Pogues spend Spring break in Miami Beach

Warnings: Light smut, cursing, pranks, drugs, alcohol, tattoos and piercings?

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a few days. I was camping this weekend with my family, which went downhill. Sorry if this one feels a little rushed. I hope you guys like it! (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own any of the shows or characters.)

Lover Boy Series Masterlist

I’ve been to many places on vacation. Malibu, Las Vegas, San Francisco, Houston, Manhattan, Philadelphia, Chicago, Boston, Seattle, Orlando, Los Angeles and more. All of those were with my family for business, but I never had much fun. This time though, I’m going to Miami with the coolest people on the fucking planet.

The road trip has consisted in us playing card games in the back, switching drivers, telling stories, and stopping to eat at diners. As of now, we’re on 95 in Florida, not too far from our destination. JJ’s head lays on my chest, fast asleep, while I hold him and stroke his hair, listening to his adorable soft snores. If I ever started shifting, he’d hug me tighter, snuggling into my breast.

“He’s such a big softie for you.” Kie chuckles, along with the rest of the pogues. I glance to see Kie doodling on her leg with a marker. That’s when a great idea popped in my head.

“Hey Kie, how good are you at drawing penises?” I asked oh so casually. Everyone laughs and gives me a questioning look. “Can’t be that hard. Why do you ask?” I smirk and look at JJ. “I just thought it was time I’d get JJ back for all of his pranks. JJ was the ultimate prankster in our group. Now he gets a taste of his own medicine.

We arrive at the hotel parking lot. Thankfully, Sarah was easily able to convince her dad to let her book a reservation in one of the suites for Spring break. The pogues get out to stretch. I’m still trapped under JJ.

“Hey baby. Wake up. We’re here.” I nudge him. He just groans. “Finally, I thought that was never going to end.” He said groggy. I couldn’t stop a giggle slip past my lips when he lifted his head up, giving me a full view of the penis shooting cum on his head. He’s going to fucking kill me.

“What?” He asked confused as he got his duffel bag. I get a hold of myself for a moment. “Nothing. I just love you so much babe.” I wrap my arms around his neck before pecking his lips giggling. “How much of my weed did you smoke?” He asked. “None. I’m just so happy.” The pogues are having difficulty holding in their laughter, JJ just stands there clueless. “I swear to god if you guys smoked all my weed.” He mutters before walking up to the entrance. Everyone he passed by, gave him weird looks while some laughed. Sarah and John B go to the front desk to check us in, while we sit in the lobby.

That’s when JJ got super touchy feely with me. It first started off with him grabbing my thigh. Then it went to wrapping his arm around me. Normally, I wouldn’t find this odd, but it kind of felt almost territorial, especially when he kissed me hard. I finally pull away after needing air.

“What is up with you?” I asked. “That guy over there keeps fucking staring at you.” He grumbles. I just laugh, knowing I wasn’t the one he was staring at. “Don’t worry tiger. I’m all yours.” I play with hair. The pogues couldn’t hold their laughter in anymore, they start laughing hard, tears falling. I couldn’t help but join. “What the fuck is so funny??” JJ scabs the lobby.

“I don’t know.” Is all I was able to say. Before he could say anything, Sarah holds up the room key. We all make our way to the elevator, hand in hand with JJ. We squeeze in with a dad and his kid. The dad immediately notices the dick on JJ’s head and just chuckles. The son, who must’ve been like seven, couldn’t stop staring at JJ’s head. JJ notices this and takes a step away, a little creeped out.

“Hey mister, why’s there a peepee on your head?” The boy asked with the most serious face. Pope chokes on his water laughing along with the dad.

“What??” JJ asked looking at the kid puzzled. “There’s a peepee on your head!” JJ’s widen. He snatches my phone and pulls up the camera. He finally sees the dick on his head. Everyone starts bursting out laughing.

“You guys are so stupid.” He tries rubbing it off, surprisingly not cursing, sparing the child. JJ whispers into my ear, “You’re in for it now babygirl. Daddy’s gonna punish you tonight.” I only smirk, looking forward for tonight.

Next Morning;)

I groan as I toss and turn, looking for a certain someone in the empty bed. How dare my personal body pillow leave me. I look up to see JJ in the bathroom brushing his teeth. I admire his shirtless figure. God he’s so handsome. He catches my staring eyes, smirking. “Sleep good babygirl?” He asked closing the door and taking a hit from his vape. “Mm. C’mere.” I demand, arms open wide. He crawls on top of me. He kisses me softly, tongue slipping in. I let my hands roam his body. “You were a little rough with me last night daddy.” I say in such an innocent little voice, pouting. “Aw, did daddy beat your pretty little pussy up too much? Maybe you should’ve been a good girl yesterday and I wouldn’t have to punish you.” He plays along. “I just wanted to have some fun.” I say innocently. “Well, if you’re a good girl today, I’ll make sure to reward you. You gonna be a good girl for daddy?” His fingers trace my lips. “Yes, daddy.” I whispered. He leans down, our lips barely touching mine. “That’s my babygirl.” His lips finally attach to mine. I softly moan into the kiss. “Baby, I want you.” I whine. “I know you do babygirl. I’ll take good care of you. I promise. Just be a good girl for me.” He peppers kisses on my neck before the door swings open startling the two of us. Charging in are the Pogues, who pile on the two of us, ignoring our pleads and screams.

“Get your swimsuits on ya’ll. We’re going to the beach!” Sarah tickles me, making me erupt in laughter. “We would if you guys weren’t crushing us!” JJ wheezed. “Woogity, woogity!” Pope runs out of the room excited. JJ and I quickly get changed into our swimsuits and clothes. I walk out to see the boys ready with their trunks, tops, sunglasses and hats. The girls were both rocking their vibrant bikinis. Kie wore her favorite bright purple bikini, while Sarah wore her a hot pink, and I was wearing my royal blue, one of JJ’s favorites. The six of us make our way out of the hotel and into the beating sun.

The beach was insanely crowded with spring breakers. Many of them were already roaring drunk and high, having the time of their lives. We waste no time to join in on the fun. Drinks in hand, dancing to the music blasting from the speakers. We easily fit in with the wild crowd. I loved the feeling of being so carefree, not having to worry about anything from back home. As of now, we’re in the moment. We’re young and in love. We’re chasing thrills, always on an adventure. Whether that’s us chasing each other around like kids, chugging down a beer, splashing each other in the water, starting tickle fights, and more. We let our youth get the best of us.

We didn’t watch the day pass by as we partied on. We were all high as shit on our way back to the hotel room, and we apparently all had the munchies. John B held the phone as we all sat in the living room of the hotel suite watching cartoons and jumping on the beds, being chaotic. “What the fuck do you guys want?” He asked as we sat their clueless as to what we want to eat. “Food!” JJ answered, earning an eye roll from his best friend.

“Okay, can I get six cheeseburgers, six milkshakes, two of each flavor, a lot of fries, and by a lot, I mean like a big bucket of it, and do you guys have any Cheez-Its?” We all looked at him, feeling sorry for the chefs. “Downstairs? Okay. Ooh! You guys have cheesecake? Can we get? What flavor? Um, all of them! Why not.” Sweet baby Jesus, John B. “Thank you!” He hangs up. “Foods on the way. Can someone come with me downstairs? I need Cheez-Its.” Nobody volunteers, not even Sarah, so I raise my hand, cause why not? “Cool beans. We’ll be back in a second.” John B hollers before slamming the door. “Get me some fruit snacks!” Pope shouts desperately. “You got it dude!” We give him a thumbs up.

“So, what’s with you and Cheez-Its?” I asked curiously. “They’re awesome. I love them like you love choking on tapioca pearls.” He smirks. “What the hell?! How do you know about that?” I asked shocked. “Sarah sent us that video of you choking the pearls after seeing JJ. You must have it really bad for him huh?” He dies laughing. I’m going to kill Sarah. “In my defense, I didn’t even know he was at my place, and those tapioca pearls are dangerous. They should have a warning label.” I shrug my shoulders. “Aw, don’t worry. JJ’s got it pretty bad for you too.” “Oh? How so?” I asked interested.

“Ever since we found out about you guys, he’s been talking nonstop about you. He’s like ‘John b she’s so pretty, oh my god she’s amazing, you wouldn’t believe what she said to me today.’ I’ve never seen that boy blush so much in his entire life. He’s crazy about you.” I couldn’t help but smile thinking about JJ. “I’m really glad he’s with you though. Seriously, for a while I thought he’d never just settle down with one person. He was either having meaningless hookups or getting his heartbroken by bitchy girls.” This made me frown. I hate the idea of seeing him heartbroken. Knowing that he’s hooked up with many girls in the past, never seemed to bother me though.

“What made him want to be in a relationship with me?” I asked curiously. I wonder what would've happened if that was just a meaningless hookup. I probably wouldn't be here in Florida today.

“I asked him the same question. At first, he was amazed by how beautiful you were. He started falling for you harder, when guys hung out more. He said he knew he loved you the day you told him that heaven is a place where you’d see him. No one has ever told him that before. You made his heart melt that night.” I smile at the fond memory on the balcony.

“He really love you. You know that right?” John B scanned my eyes. “I know. I love him too. He’s gotta be the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can’t imagine my life without him. I haven't even known him for a year yet, and I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with. My dad says I'm too young to love him, that they're just stupid feeling, but I know he’s wrong. I’ve told JJ more about myself than I’ve told my best friends. That’s how much I trust him. I’ve never been so close and intimate with someone before.” I ramble on, JJ clouding my mind. JB smiles down on me, approving my answer.

“I know what you mean. JJ and I have been best friends since the third grade. I just know that we’ll always be tight, even after high school, and we become adults. Our bond is too strong to break. Just like you and JJ’s love is unstoppable.” He smiles. “It’s JJ’s loyalty that makes relationships with him so promising.” I say and we both nod in agreement. “I’m glad you're a part of this group Aria. Welcome to the family.” He holds out his fist. I gladly return it. “I’m glad to be a part of it.” I smile as the two of return to the suite.

We all chowed down on the shitload of food delivered to us. I don’t even want to know what the room service bill is going to look like. All of us sit in a circle as we play truth or dare. I just got finished my dare, slurping down my vanilla milkshake, earning me a terrible brain freeze. “Whoo!” I shout. “Alright Aria, your turn to pick someone.” Pope says. “Okay, JJ! Truth or dare?” I asked. “Dare.” He challenged me. “No! You’ve picked dare five times already! Truth!” Kie shouted.

“Fine! Truth!” JJ puts his hand up in defeat. I think long and hard for a moment, until the perfect question popped in my head. “What is your full name?” It just occurred to me that I have never heard of is full name. Everyone just calls him JJ. “Nope!” He refused to answer the question. “Oh, come on! You have to answer! It can't be that bad! Is it Jack? Jonas? Jayden? Johnny? Jeff?” I guess. “Nope! Different question.” He still refused to answer. I huff before an idea popped in my head. His driver’s license! I don’t hesitate to run to his wallet. He follows closely behind, already knowing what I'm up to.

I quickly snatch the wallet off the counter, he tries to swipe it out of my hand. I frantically open it up to find the license, where his name is beautiful printed. Jesse Jacob Maybank. “Aw, babe that’s such a nice name! I love it! You definitely look like a Jesse and a Jacob.” I smile at his embarrassed face. “You're in for it now.” He chases me around the suite. Everyone gets up in excitement.

“Throw her in the pool!” Pope suggests. JJ’s, or should I say Jesse Jacob’s, ears perk up at the suggestion. “No! No! I swear to god JJ if you throw me in that pool!” I continue to run away from him. Everyone was blocking the bed and bathrooms, so I run out the suite and into the halls, JJ not too far behind. He finally catches up to me, grabbing waist and lifting me up. I squirm and squeal as he carries me down the hall, the Pogues laughing and encouraging him to throw me in.

We had to sneak our way in, since it was past ten, so no one was around. “No! Please! I’m sorry! No!” He launches the two of us into the cool water. Thank goodness we’re still in our swimwear. I resurface and find my friends laughing. “You jerk.” I splash him. “But I'm your jerk.” He pulls me close and plants a kiss on my lips. Our friends groan before splashing us. “The last thing we need is for you guys to be banging in the pool.” Says Kie. A devilish smile appears on my face when I see Pope and John B sneaking up behind their clueless girlfriends before pushing them into the water. We all let out a chain of laughs as we continue to screw around in the pool.

I sit on the steps with the girls, smoking some weed, as the boys play around in the deep end. We stare at the smoke combine with the beautiful night sky. “I never want to leave.” I say, gaining the girls attention. “I know. We should all live together in this big house on the beach. Every night could be a sleepover.” Says Kie. “I just don’t want to go back home.” Says Sarah. “Me either. I don’t even want to know what my father has to say.” I huff. He's probably livid as we speak. The whole neighborhood is probably gossiping.

“Have you talked to him yet?” Asked Kie. “Hell no. I think I might crash out in JJ’s room at the chateau for a bit when we get back. I really don’t feel like dealing with my dad.” “He’ll come around eventually. He just needs some time. Plus, your mom is the voice of reason. He just needs to get to know JJ. Everything will work out just fine.” Sarah reassures me. “I hope so.” I say looking at my prune fingers. “We should probably head in and shower.” I suggest. Me and the girls get out of the pool. The boys said they’ll come up later.

We all shower off and get dressed, before snuggling together under the blankets and put on ‘Mean Girls’. “I remember when you guys were fighting like crazy back then.” I chuckle to myself. These two were ruthless. Kie sighs. “It’s a good thing we got our shit worked out though.” Sarah chuckles. “Tell me about it.” “I love you guys, you know that right?” I asked. The two just looked at me with heart eyes. “We know.” Says Kie. “Just promise me that none of us will split up again. No matter how bad the fight is, please don’t go separate ways. It was hard seeing my best friends hating each other for so long.” I confess. “We promise. We’re not going anywhere splinter bean. What brought this on?” Sarah asked concerned.

“Nothing, I’m just scared, that we’ll split up after school. It’s senior year, and I don’t want us to drift apart. Some things just don’t last forever you know?” I asked. Kie strokes my hair. “Don’t worry. You're stuck with us to the end, because we love you too much to let you go.” I smile as I snuggle closer to the girls. The front door opens, the boys come bustling in. JJ’s eyebrow cocks up.

“Ooh, some girl on girl action. I don’t know if I should be happy or jealous.” JJ smirks, and we all just roll our eyes before Kie says. “You're such a perv.” JJ and the boys all land on top of us. I don’t know how we managed to fit on the bed together. At least we don’t have to worry about being cold.

The past few days have been fun exploring Miami Beach, trying a bunch of foods, partying all day, and such. I have no idea how we ended up in a tattoo parlor though. Kie had insisted on getting herself a new dolphin tattoo. I scanned the tattoo book, tempted to get something. I just finished getting my belly button pierced, which JJ doesn't know about yet. Him and the boys are off somewhere else, since we wanted to have a girl’s night out.

“What are you getting?” Asked Sarah. “Don't know yet. I think I want something meaningful though. I just don’t know what yet.” I continue to browse. I then see this nice font, which gives me an idea. “Can I ask you something?” I looked at Sarah. “What’s up?” She asked. “Would it be crazy if I got a name tattoo?” I asked warily. Her eyes widen. “Oh, like a certain someone's name?” She smirked. I just nod happily. “I think I know what I want...”

I lay down on the bed, naked underneath my robe, waiting anxiously for JJ to return. My eyes never leave my wrist. Inked on my once innocent skin, is printed, ‘JJ’. I’m a little nervous as to how he’ll react. We have the place to ourselves, finally, and I’m planning on making the beast out of it. The door opens, making me jump. I look up to see a surprised JJ, as his eyes roam my body. “Well, this is a pleasant surprise.” He says pleased with me wearing nothing but a silk robe, which he’ll definitely rip off me.

“That’s not the only surprise I have for you.” I say. “Oh? And what would that be?” He crawls next to me. “Well, for starters I got this.” I open up the robe, revealing my belly button piercing. He bites his lip. “That’s so fucking hot babygirl.” He says, ready to lunge at me. “Ah ah. There's also this.” I extend my arm, showing off the tattoo. His eyes bulge at the ink. The silence scares me for a moment. “Baby, I don’t know what to say.” He was speechless. “Do you like it?” I asked hesitantly. “I love it! I’m flattered. It’s just a lot to take in. Plus, I kind of have a surprise for you too.” He takes off his shirt to reveal something that nearly made pass the fuck out. On his naked chest, I see my name, Aria, forever inked on his beautiful skin. Tears well in my eyes.

“Oh. My. God. Are you serious? When did you get that?” I asked, my hand tempted to touch the ink. “Today, looks like great minds think alike.” He chuckles. The two of us sit there in silence, processing our thoughts. Neither of us could believe that we had our names forever printed together on our bodies. I just smile and gleam before grabbing his face and littering it in kisses. He giggles. “I love you JJ. Always and forever.” “I love you too Aria. God, I love you so much. You’re the only one for me.” He declares as I begin to unbuckle his belt, his shorts pool around his feet. I let the robe slip off my body, the cool air bites at my skin.

For the rest of the night, we dived deep into a pool of love and pleasure. We whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears as we made love. We didn't hold back our moans. His name left my lips like a prayer. Our breaths mixed together when he kissed me. I love you can be heard throughout the bedroom. He marked me when he filled me up completely with his seed. We have each other. Always and forever.

Always and forever will I remember this trip, as I stand alongside my family and lover, watching the sunset one last time in Miami before we hit the road. I can’t help but smile as I gazed at these amazing people. We jump in the van, leaving behind the words ‘Pogues 4 Life’ in the sand.

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Wangxian - Hidden Tattoo

Okie dokie, can do! Thank you for the drabble request! I hope you like it~

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It takes exactly three days for Lan Wangji to regret asking Wei Wuxian and A-Yuan to move into his spacious, three-bedroom studio apartment.

Lan Wangji keeps the master bed and bath, and little A-Yuan gets the small corner bedroom. That leaves Wei Wuxian with the mid-sized guest room, which is an unfortunate distance from the only other bathroom with a shower.

Any respectable human being would choose to bring their change of clothes with them while they bathe. Wei Wuxian, as Lan Wangji so intimately knows, is not a respectable human being.

Instead, whenever he finishes a shower, Wei Wuxian comes out of the bathroom with naught but a towel tied around his waist. And then he walks down the long stretch of hallway, right past the living room, where Lan Wangji is sure to be enjoying his evening, nose buried in a book of poetry.

The worst part is the ink.

Now, Lan Wangji had known Wei Wuxian for almost a decade, since they first met freshman year of high school. They had been close friends the majority of those years. And yet, not once in all those years, had Wei Wuxian ever mentioned getting or having a tattoo.

Lan Wangji wants to ask about it. But he suspects it’ll sound too much like a confession.

Wei Wuxian’s tattoo is on his lower back.

A tramp stamp. Lan Wangji vaguely thinks he heard that term before. He doesn’t remember where, and honestly, he doesn’t care to know.

It is on the third night of sharing the same apartment that Lan Wangji first notices Wei Wuxian’s nightly habit of strolling the hall shirtless. It’s when Lan Wangji catches the first glimpse of ink on Wei Wuxian’s skin, still flushed and damp from the shower. It’s when Lan Wangji first regrets making the offer that led to this current predicament.

Lan Wangji doesn’t know what the tattoo is, or how Wei Wuxian got it, or if he has any other hidden tattoos. The state of not knowing keeps him up the rest of the night. He lies in bed, still as a mummy, staring into the shadows on the walls of his room.

Dumbly, Lan Wangji considers his situation.

First, the man he has been in love with for nine years has moved in with him.

Second, this man has brought along a toddler, A-Yuan, who Lan Wangji had agreed to foster.

Third, the only man he has ever loved was just walking around their shared apartment half-nude. There is no reason to believe that that would be a one time offense.

Fourth, and perhaps most importantly, the love of Lan Wangji’s life has a secret tramp stamp, and he does not know what it depicts.

Lan Wangji is so very screwed.

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A-Yuan wakes up first. His high pitched cries pierce through the heavy walls of the apartment building as though they were made of paper.

Lan Wangji acts on pure instinct. He has never cared for a child before, even if he’s read many child-rearing books front to back in preparation for this very moment. In the face of his first foster parent challenge, Lan Wangji forgets everything he’s learned. He just rolls out of bed and scrambles like mad to get to A-Yuan’s side.

Apparently, Wei Wuxian has had the same idea. They nearly collide in the hall, before tumbling together into A-Yuan’s room.

The toddler is sitting up in his small race car bed, sobbing wetly into an oversized teddy bear. He does not seem to register their presence.

Lan Wangji gets to him only a split-second before Wei Wuxian.

“A-Yuan,” he says, carefully cupping the child’s curved back. The onesie is slightly damp and stuck to his skin, as though he had been heavily sweating. His breaths seem far too big for his little body, his shuddering rib cage pushing back against Lan Wangji’s palm. “A-Yuan,” Lan Wangji tries again, “Slow your breathing.”

“What’s upset you, boo boo?” Wei Wuxian, who has more experience with babysitting A-Yuan over the years, seems far more composed. “Did you have a nightmare again?”

A-Yuan nods and hiccups. “Nightmare,” he confirms, “There were— there were zombies...”

Lan Wangji heaves a sigh of relief. He feels all the tension leave him. A-Yuan is not hurt or in danger. He has not failed the child so early into their tentative arrangement.

“Aww, that’s no fun,” Wei Wuxian coos, and scoops A-Yuan up to sit on his bent knee, “Maybe that movie last night was a little too scary for you...”

Lan Wangji whips his head to glare holes into Wei Wuxian’s skull. “You let the child watch a horror movie?”

“No!” Wei Wuxian frowns, “Not even I’m that dumb! It was on the kid’s cartoon channel. Some animated halloween flick. I don’t think it was even meant to be scary.”

Lan Wangji relaxes again. He feels bad for snapping at Wei Wuxian, but too drained to say anything at the moment.

And then, he realizes that Wei Wuxian is shirtless.

Lan Wangji instantly stands up. “I’ll go start making breakfast,” he offers, hoping his voice doesn’t crack.

Wei Wuxian nods absentmindedly. He is exclusively focused on comforting A-Yuan. He bounces the kid and shushes him soothingly, wiping away his tears.

Lan Wangji is about to leave. He really plans on it, but—

He can’t help it. Lan Wangji makes it as far as the threshold. Then he stops to peek at Wei Wuxian’s lower back.

The tattoo is partially concealed by the hem of Wei Wuxian’s sweatpants. Even so, Lan Wangji recognizes the image immediately.

There, nose to nose, is a pair of bunny rabbits. Their squished noses form a vague heart shape.

Lan Wangji knows that image because he’s seen it doodled in his notebook before. Back in high school, Wei Wuxian had amused himself with pulling many pranks, most of them at Lan Wangji’s expense. One of the more harmless ones consisted of Wei Wuxian stealing Lan Wangji’s notes and returning them with the untouched margins swarmed with cartoon scribbles. The nose-touching bunnies had been a particular favorite of Lan Wangji’s. He is sure he still has a copy of that one in a scrapbook somewhere.

As Lan Wangji reminisced, though, Wei Wuxian took notice of the man’s sudden silence. “What are you—?” He begins to ask, before he traced Lan Wangji’s gaze from point A to point B. Then, Wei Wuxian explodes into laughter.

Caught red-handed, Lan Wangji could do nothing but stand there, flushing.

“Oh right,” Wei Wuxian says once he stops his giggle spree, “You don’t know about my tramp stamp, do you? I got this in college. I was piss drunk at the time. Do you like it?”

Lan Wangji gives no response.

“I can’t really see it myself,” Wei Wuxian continues, hugging the now much calmer A-Yuan to his chest, “but I’ve heard it’s cute.”

“It’s cute,” Lan Wangji’s traitorous mouth confirms.

Wei Wuxian beams his characteristic sunny smile — the one that makes Lan Wangji believe in miracles and other such lovesick nonsense.

Lan Wangji resolutely says nothing to further incriminate himself.

“I know it’s a pair of bunnies,” Wei Wuxian assures him, “like those ones I used to draw inside your notebooks all the time. God, I really was the worst back in high school. Lan Zhan, do you remember me doing that?”

Some deep, hidden part of Lan Wangji begins to shine. It was a part of himself he had long since locked away, a part of himself he thought he had forever lost.

It was hope. Hope, that somehow, Wei Wuxian could one day return his feelings.

“Yes,” Lan Wangji answers, his heart in his throat, “I remember.”

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