#now I disappear for an hour wooooo~

[seastarblue]

OC in 15!

thanks for the tag, @the-scaredy-crow !

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I’d have done Harper but I don’t think I’ve written enough of him yet… so you get ✨Kaiden✨

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“We’ve got work to do, stupid. Now let’s get going.”

‘I—we— need to be focused,’ she thought, ‘and that doesn’t involve partaking in festivities—wait a damn minute.’

‘Well it seems like I’ll have to change that,’ she thought, picking up a stray flyer. Making her way down and across the crowded street—‘staying in position be damned at this point,’…

“…”

“Probably. But maybe they’re savoring the moment. You know, before they chop us up and sell our parts on the black market?”

“I said—keep going!”

“Mhm. It’ll be fine. Call Captain, yeah? Tell her we—“

“…don’t talk with your mouth open, stupid.”

“[That’s not true.] If it were, I wouldn't have to be so discreet about it, yeah? And on top of that—“ she went back to her book “—I don't care. It's not the case now, and it won't be anytime soon."

“You are blessed, silly, if we're going off the fact we have each other. Did you forget who saves your ass every day? Me, that's who. That’s a blessing in and of itself.”

“‘No need’, Captain? Despite the fact that we’re in hostile territory, alone, and surrounded by deadly creatures able to tear us to shreds? I think I've earned the right to be as serious as I want to be, thank you.”

“I… I’m fine. I’m fine”

“…A good sandwich. I’ll do that [leave you, an outlaw, alone] for a good sandwich.” *pause* “Any food, really, bounty hunting isn’t a stable enough job for me to care about ‘justice’ at this point.”

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this was fun hehe

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[thoughtlessgayfrog]

If you’re still answering Ace Attorney stuff, I’d like to know about the Miles Edgelord (spelling is intentional) guy. I know nothing about this franchise, but I like his vibes.

Honestly yea I imagine you’d enjoy him, he’s very bad at communicating but he’s doing his best. Also he always wears this dumb little cravat thing and it’s so funny he looks so fancy

He’s got one of them tragic backstories! His father, Gregory Edgelord, was a very chill guy and defense attorney. Miles wanted to be like him all his life, he watched recordings of his court proceedings with awe and he was determined to be a defense attorney just like his dad. However, one day Gregory took like a six year old Miles to the courthouse with him, and while they were going down the elevator it got lost power due to an earthquake, and they were trapped in there with a court bailiff for so long that the oxygen began to deplete, and everyone was going a bit crazy. After five hours, the bailiff went crazy, screaming and trying to strangle Gregory because he was ‘stealing his air.’ The gun from his belt had fallen off, and Miles grabbed it, and threw it at the bailiff in hopes of saving his father. The gun fired and then Miles passed out. When he came to, his father was dead from a gunshot wound that Miles assumed he had caused. He lived with the horrific guilt of that for like twenty some odd years? Really sad. He cuts off all contact with his friends and becomes cold, and gets adopted into the family of a rival prosecutor. Manfred von Karma, a strict and greedy man, raised him as a prosecutor, and trained him to use any methods necessary to get a guilty verdict. Miles ends up being a pretty snotty asshole for a while because of it.

But later it’s revealed that what actually happened was when Miles threw the gun, it fired through the glass of the elevator door and hit a man in the shoulder. That man, Manfred von Karma, then picked up the same gun and shot into the elevator. The bullet hit Gregory and he died. Von Karma then took in Miles to prevent any risk of his murder getting out. Also just to be a dick because he didn’t like Gregory and just wanted to fuck with his family in general.

Once you prove Miles never killed anyone, it isn’t over for him. A few months after the secrets are out, he decides he needs to do a bit of self reflection and disappears to Europe. Except. He leaves a note on his desk saying ‘Miles Edgeworth chooses death’ and so everyone thinks he’s dead? Like you have to understand that Phoenix, the guy you play as, was his best friend in elementary school. Phoenix was so worried when Miles went off the charts due to von Karma that he based his entire law career around finding Miles again. And then once he’s finally freed him from his guilt the dude just leaves an ominous suicide sounding note and it just kinda wrecks everyone. But it’s fine! Miles comes back later, and he’s had some time to think, and hes now ready to prosecute again with better morals. He works with the player during trials, he like. Actively gives you evidence you shouldn’t have so that you can work together to find the truth. It’s very nice, he’s a great guy. He and Phoenix have a lot of romantic tension (it can also easily be read as two friends with a very deep bond but the fandom likes to read them as homos which I wholeheartedly agree with) and he has a lot of entertaining interactions with him in that vein. He has a chess set sitting in his office and one side is painted red, and the other is painted blue with spikes. Looks a lot like him and Phoenix.

That’s kinda the basics! That’s his whole backstory, he’s one of those people that have a really pretentious vibe but in actuality he’s just awkward and is trying to learn how to interact. At the end of the case where you prove he didn’t kill his dad someone tells him he should be celebrating, and so he clears his throat and says ‘wooooo hoooo’ in a very flat and monotone voice. But like he is doing his best and I love it for him. He’s really obsessed with this children’s cartoon called the Steel Samurai, he’s got like a giant statue of it in his office and he collects the trading cards for it. He gets very embarrassed if you try to bring thing up.

Unrelated to lore, his suit color can be read as the hex code #boob69. Just a fun tidbit for you. If you wanna know more I will gladly talk about more things, I think this is a good cursory look at his story though. I hope you like him he’s a neat little prosecutor man

[brimstoneandstardust]

[[video message]] -is this thing on? *hiccup* doesn’t matter, right. So, Captain I need your full attention… I have some very - important information!…… I like you. Like a lot, like stupid amount. You know all those times we’d clash, even when we disagreed you’d still have that…stupid look on your face, made me just want to…. *hiccup* - anyway, so screw you Rogers for looking so fucking sexy even when you piss me off, and yeah I owe Barton money now because he wins the bet, I do like you- sue me….sue this ass- Ha! So yeah….wooooo! Cap this ass!

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Tony listened to the video back, that was a message sent to Rogers late last night when Tony had been drinking a few after a charity ball he attended. He groaned from where he was hiding under his bed covers, usually Tony didn’t get embarrassed easily because he had done some pretty crazy things before while drunk but leaving a message to not only the Captain of your team but also the guy you were hardcore crushing on but also clashing with on and off for years, well…. This took the cake for sure. For the first time in a long time the genius was truly embarrassed as he thought perhaps he could stay under these sheets and just disappear.

Steve hadn't know what to make of the message at first. Initially, when his phone had buzzed in the late hours of the night, when he was already lying listlessly on his bed, half asleep, he had tensed. Assuming it was a mission, or an emergency. Especially when the caller ID came up as Tony.

And then, after listening to it...once in total bewilderment and then a second time for clarity...he wondered if it wasn't some sort of prank. Tony liked to joke around certainly and pranks were not out of his realm of humor. And yet...if it was a prank; Steve didn't get the punchline.

He had mulled it over for hours, never going back to sleep. By dawn he was dressed and heading out the door. But instead of meeting Sam for their usual morning run or Natasha for coffee, he was heading straight to the tower.

Half way up to Tony's penthouse, he countered Happy.

"Mornin' Cap, what brings you--?"

"I need to see Tony." Steve said, his voice edged with something. It wasn't anger, or worry. But it was urgent all the same. "Is he here?"

Happy blinked; "Yeah, but I haven't seen him yet today--don't think he's up yet. Why don't you come back later, I'll give him a message."

The blonde shook his head and moved past the chauffer/bodyguard.

"This can't wait, sorry."

He was trotting towards the stairs, forcing Happy to follow, but losing the man around the fourth flight. It wasn't Happy's fault--Steve was a super soldier after all.

Upon arriving in the main room, greeted by JARVIS, Steve stopped and stared around. "Tony?" he called. "We need to talk."

[spacetimewraithwrites-archive]

Find the Word Tag Game

(tw: blood)

tagged by: @sleepyowlwrites tagged me back how dare my words: shout, whisper, speak, protest, grumble, exclaim, deadpan tagging: @drippingmoon, @drabbleitout, @ashen-crest, @zmlorenz, and people with vowels in their name wooooo!!!! your words: shut, become, agree, silver, space

shout (Rebirth)—

Something didn't feel right.

Thrive's eyes peeled open and his face was half-buried into his comforter, all of his muscles stiff from having been unconscious and unmoving for what was likely seventy-two hours straight. He took a moment to remember Veneve and C'o and reuniting with the Anchorage, then shot out of bed and slid into the corridor.

His pulse all but danced through his veins as something echoed through the docking bay of the eliyi ship. He broke out into a jog, and as the noise became louder, his running became a full-tilt sprint until he blasted the ramp off of the L2, crashing it across the floor, and caught a figure darting through the spacious room, disappearing through the door on the other side.

Electric fear coursed into Thrive's system and he put all of his energy into moving faster. He burst into the main interior of the ship as the figure turned a left corner. Exactly where he'd feared they'd run.

"No," he shouted after them.

whisper (Meridian)—

Warren drifted to sleep a handful of times sitting against the bulkhead, waking up when Thoeala returned with thicker, warmer blankets so he could properly stretch out in a cocoon of them. He startled awake repeatedly, once when Thoeala had started to burn a safety log some feet in front of the door, and another time when he realized Thrive was curled around him and Thoeala was nowhere to be seen.

He shifted, on the verge of alarm, and Thrive placed an assuring hand on his forehead. "Easy," he whispered. "It's her turn at the comm."

Scot was in the same place as he'd been before, his eyes closed and head resting on the wall.

Warren sank deeper into Thrive's embrace. "Is he okay?"

"He periodically wakes up to let us know he's still functional."

"Is that normal?"

"You would know better than I."

speak (Rebirth)—

"Where is the obhelian?" Ysha demanded, squeezing Sussa's face with one hand. "Surely you didn't come here without him!"

Nyra walked the circumference of the room, steady eyes on her sister. "He escaped."

"What?" Ysha shrieked, whirling around. "He did not escape; you let him go!"

Thrive silently stalked in the opposite direction as Nyra, flanking Ysha while still remaining mostly in shadow. In his peripheral he watched Sussa move away, her hands moving to her neck restraint as Ysha's back was turned.

"He's strong," Nyra said. "He took out a lot of our men in the fight. We have a group of gunships following his vessel as we speak—he won't get far."

Ysha halted, seeming to realize the strange manner in which Nyra was crossing the room. She also seemed to notice Thrive—an unfamiliar venevan, currently—and that Sussa had blocked the door. "...Ambush," she screeched, scrambling for a weapon. "You are ambushing me! Traitors!"

Thrive knocked the mace out of her hand with the flick of his wrist. She stared with wide eyes at her now-empty hand, then at him, comprehension rising in her face like the dawn.

protest (Aurora)—

"Fair. However, I argue that sending an entire army to the Emmuli homeworld would do nothing but ensure the inevitably accelerated deaths of hundreds. Case in point," [Thrive] said over Sussa's attempted protest, "the undisputed fact that they are targeting me and no one else."

Warren blinked, incredulous. "Oh really? No one else?"

Thrive glanced at him.

"Your memory is practically eidetic," Warren continued, adopting an edge to his tone, "so I know you didn't purposefully forget everything we experienced in the past year. Together. I was trapped with you in my cabin in Alaska for a month. We literally ——— to get out of there. And you're the only one who's being targeted, Your Majesty?"

Rolling his eyes a bit less dramatically than usual, Thrive drew his lips into a thin line. "I was being figurative, Warren. Nobody at this table is being targeted like myself, or, yes, you."

"That may be," Mydhassa spoke up, "but you can't deny that we're all being affected."

Warren validated him by throwing an arm out his direction. "I'm sorry, no one is being affected like us? I guess your weird lapse of memory included the fate of the Tytivans, huh? The eliyi? And sorry for my fucking French, but what about ———? They're fucking gone because of the Emmuli and you're gonna sit there and say we're the only ones being targeted?"

grumble (Eternal)—

Warren looked from Mercury to Guetry. "You think this is going to work? What happens when [Thrive] kills me for putting myself in danger?"

"You can take care of yourself, can't you?"

"...Against Thrive?!"

"Hello? In what world? I more reasonably meant you can take care of yourself out there."

Warren raked his nails over his stubble, sighing. "This could be a great idea. But if anyone else asks, it was mine, okay? I have the feeling this is a violation of his oath and you guys would not survive that confrontation if that's the case."

Guetry narrowed his eyes. "What's the protocol for when the ones who violate the oath are the ones who're protected under the oath?"

"I don't know. He has to slaughter everyone in the universe or throw himself into a black hole or be a little sad for a while or something, probably. Doesn't matter, I still don't want this to be pinned on you. I'll take the blame. You guys act surprised when I reveal myself and pray to whatever you believe in that he doesn't grill you or dive into your brains afterward."

"I'd like to see him try to get through a computer," Guetry grumbled, and he and Mercury left the apartment so Warren could get dressed and pack his things.

exclaim (Rebirth)—

The hair in the back of Warren's neck stood on end and after taking a moment to decipher the prickling sensation, he slowly turned to the front window. The light of the satellite blinked to the right. Empty space filled the rest of the view, unassuming. But something was there. Something was watching him.

[Thrive's voice came in through the comm.] "I've successfully located the sensor. It's giving me some resistance, but I've got a good hold of it and I'm…"

Warren stepped up to the window simultaneous to a dozen-odd ships phasing into existence between the ship and the satellite. His eyes widened.

"Morrites," Naxata exclaimed.

"Shit," Guetry hissed. "There's a lot of them."

Pax hurried to a panel in the bulkhead. "Too many of them! How did they get past the sensors?"

"Mirror shields," Emnophene said.

"Oh my god," said Warren, voice barely a breath against the window. "How did they get mirror shields…?"

deadpan blank (Destiny)—

Thrive took advantage of the stumbling and disorientation and caught two of its swinging blades in his bare hands. He crossed them over its chest and yanked them upward, sinking them into its throat.

The eliyi gurgled and dropped forward, spraying blood everywhere, staining the snow with a flood of inky liquid, and Thrive wrenched the blades back again, slicing the head clean off of the body. It collapsed, the head rolling away from and stopping against a rock at the edge of the water.

The silence was sudden. Warren and Brayden watched in awe as Thrive shook his damp hair out of his eyes and regarded them behind a furor-fueled haze from the eliyi's back. His hands and the entire bottom half of his form suit were covered with its and his own blood.

"Warren," he said, nodding blankly.

Brayden reclaimed his gun and glanced from Warren to Thrive and back again. "Wait...you know him?"

Warren's heart hammered and his knees felt weak. "Yeah."

Thrive carefully stood and scrutinized the lacerations on his palms and fingers and the tears in his suit, and Warren realized he hadn't even needed to catch his breath. "I hope there's a good explanation for why you decided to take on a Foremaster by yourselves."

"Needed a bit of a thrill," Warren said.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Beach

Set around the same time as “Home” and “Promise Kept.” Agnes and Estinien go to the beach...and hope not to get arrested.

Agnes waited patiently at the swimwear shop in Costa del Sol. Estinien, who had tried on a few pairs of swim trunks already, was putting on yet another pair.

At least he’s even trying them on. Good gods, having to tell him that he can’t just go to the beach here nude was bad enough.

Thankfully, Agnes was not alone in this endeavor. A childhood friend, a mi’qote named H’nadia, managed the swimwear shop.

“Agi, where did you meet him? And does he have any brothers?” H’nadia asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Oh gods, please don’t make me explain. “In Ishgard…and erm, he has friends.” Well, one friend, who admittedly is extremely handsome. “He’s a bit grumpy sometimes, but he’s wonderful.”

“You’ll have to introduce me to his friends. Maybe they won’t be as grumpy as your man.” H’nadia winked. “Agi Currai having a man---who would’ve thought, eh? We’ve all waited for this, Agi. For you to finally find someone!”

Agnes gulped. “We?”

“Yeah, all our friends from the old days. And your mum obviously. And her friends. And your da’s mates. And all our parents of course…”

For love of everything that’s holy, Estinien, hurry the fuck up.

As if on cue, Estinien emerged from the dressing room, and Agnes almost passed out. H’nadia let out a loud ‘wooooo.’

“I think these’ll do.” Estinien said, putting his hands on his hips. “What do you think, Agi?”

Agnes blinked several times and couldn’t believe her eyes. She adjusted her glasses thinking she was seeing things. She was not.

Estinien was not wearing what Agnes believed to be “normal” swim trunks. Instead, they were akin to a pair of smalls. Small smalls. His powerful, thick thighs were exposed, as was the trail of fine white hair from his navel that disappeared down to his…ahem. Focus Agnes. Focus. Oh gods, if he gets hard, it will impossible not to see. FOCUS.

“Agi?”

“Right! Right, well, I think they’re very um very good!” Agnes struggled to get out, her voice several octaves higher than usual. “Do you like them, love?”

He smirked at Agnes. “Aye. If I can’t swim nude, then these are the next best thing. It’s like I’m wearing nothing.”

“Actually ser,” H’nadia began. “there are specific nude beaches in Costa del Sol. One for tourists and one for locals. Agi could take-“

Agnes elbowed her friend. “But I want to take Estinien to the beach we all used to go to.”

“What, you lot didn’t sneak to nude beach?” Estinien asked, laughing.

Agnes froze. “Absolutely not! It’s 18 and over-“

“Well, for you absolutely not Agi. Yararu and I used to sneak all the time.”

“Anyways,” oh gods please let this end. “we should be getting going now that you have your…erm, trunks, love.”

***

About an hour later, Estinien and Agnes arrived at one of the beaches that locals preferred. “You used to come here with your parents then?” Estinien asked, placing a blanket onto the sand.

“Yes, Mum and Da took me and when I was older I came with my friends.”

“Friends like H’nadia? She was very…friendly.” He began removing his linen trousers and shirt.

“Heh, yeah we go way back, H’nadia and I. It was me, her, Yararu, Purple Harvest, and Lewson.” Agnes smiled thinking about all the hours they’d spend together each day. Everything was so much more simple back then. H’nadia and Yararu are still here, but Purple Harvest is off doing pirate things, and Lewson…may he rest in peace with Da.

“Hey, sweet girl.” Unaware that Estinien had moved, he was now standing next to her, taking both her hands in his. “You alright?” He brought her hands to his lips.

Agnes thought she was going to melt. “I’m okay, love, I promise. Just thinking about things from long ago.”

Estinien chuckled. “Don’t think too hard, Agi. We’re here to have---what did you call it---fun in the sun?”

“Yes! And fun in the sun we’ll have! Just let me get this shirt off.” Agnes took off her shirt, revealing a matching red bikini top and bottoms. “Alright, now where did I put the---love?”

Estinien was not moving. His mouth was agape. And Agnes could swear she could see his cock twitch inside his trunks.

“You’re…you’re wearing that?!”

Agnes’ face betrayed her confusion. “Um, yes? Why, do you hate it?”

Estinien cleared his throat. “Ahem, well, it’s not that I hate it, per say. I just never thought you’d wear something so…revealing. Out in public I mean.”

“I’m at home. Everyone knows me. No one is going to say anything to me about looking godawful. That’s why. And I think it’s a very pretty bikini!” Agnes did a little twirl. “You like it?”

His gaze traveled all over her body. He murmured, “Yes, my sweet. So beautiful. Why, I could take you on this beach right now.”

Agnes groaned and put her head in her hands. “No! No! No! This is not that kind of beach! And besides,” she went back to rummaging through her large bag. “We need sun protection.” Agnes squeezed a generous amount in one hand. “Turn around, love. I’ll do your back.” Estinien grunted and turned his back to Agnes. She carefully rubbed the cream on his well-muscled back, noticing the numerous scars. Burns, cuts, this one looks like it came from a blade, those from claws… A wave of sadness washed over Agnes. He didn’t deserve any of these, poor love. And they must have hurt so badly.

As if sensing her sorrow, Estinien slowly faced her. “Hey, what’s wrong? Back in the past again?”

“I never noticed…or bothered to notice…the scars on your back. They must have hurt so much…”

“Tis the life of a soldier to bear such marks.” He raised his forearm with the starburst burn on it. “And I bear this and the one on my shoulder as symbols of both my weakness…” With the same arm, he lifted his hand to caress her cheek ever so gently. “and that you and Alphinaud saved me. Like the ones that litter the rest of my body, they are proof of survival. I lived, Agi. I lived, and now I get to be with you.” He embraced her, pulling her close and squeezing her. “And I shall never take that for granted. Not ever.” He whispered in her red hair.

“Nor will I take you…the time we have together…for granted.” Agnes looked up at his smiling face and gave him a quick peck. “Now, if you would be so kind, love, my back needs protection.”

Estinien groaned as Agnes turned. “Woman, you will be the death of me.”

Agnes could have melted right then and there as Estinien applied the sun protection. His strong, large hands carefully applied the cream. His hands. Gods help me he has the best hands. “Almost done?”

“Almost. I want to ensure you don’t up as red as a tomato.” After a few moments, he pinched her ass. “All done.”

Every. Damn. Time. “Do you have to do that? Pinch my bottom for attention?”

Grinning wickedly, he responded in a low growl. “Well, it got your attention, didn’t it?”

Her eyes widened. Agnes squealed when his arms wrapped around her and then his mouth claimed hers. One arm was kept around her ample waist, his hand gripping her shoulder, while his other hand grabbed a generous handful of ass. “Estinien, we’re-“

“If someone has a problem with this, they can bring it up to me and my lance.” He growled in her ear. “I do not give a single fuck.” Again, he pinched her ass.

We better get in the water or else I may have some explaining to do to the Yellowjackets. “Love? Can we go swimming now?”

He tentatively released her and sighed. “Lead the way.”

“What so you can pinch my ass again?” Agnes said with a grin, walking ahead of him.

“I promise to behave. For now.”

Agnes and Estinien bounded into the waves and made their way to a small inlet Agnes knew well, where they would be afforded some privacy. Estinien could stand with the water up to his chest, while it was slightly deeper for Agnes.

Suddenly, a thought popped into Agnes’ head. “You could pick me up!”

Estinien looked confused. “Aye, I could. But I could also do that on land.”

“Oh no, you’d break your back if you did that on land. But in the water, with buoyancy, you could lift me with ease!”

“Agi, you do realize I am a strong man, right?”

Agnes wrinkled her nose. “Well, obviously, but-“

“There is no but. Except yours.” He winked at her and pinched her ass once more underwater.

Oh come on. “Please humor me, love. Please.”

Estinien heaved a dramatic sigh and, as Agnes predicted, with ease lifted her into his arms. A more overjoyed reaction he could not have predicted was plastered on Agnes’ face. “There, you are lifted, sweetheart.”

Agnes wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed contentedly. “Thank you. I’ve…wanted to do this with you but never could ask. You’d break your back-“

“Agnes Currai, you are not the weight of five chocobos. And with Nidhogg’s strength, I can easily pick you up any time you desire.” He smiled softly and kissed her nose. “But if this makes you feel better, then so be it. I will hold you in my arms for as long as you’d like. On one condition.”

Oh boy, here it comes. “Hmmm?”

“You allow me the pleasure…” Estinien kissed her cheek. “of taking you out tonight to Limsa. Wear your prettiest dress, Agi. Feel beautiful. Show me the city of your birth.”

Agnes tightened the grip around his neck. “Love you, ‘Stinien. The pink dress? With the crinoline at the bottom?”

“If that’s what you want, then yes. And I’ll buy you something nice.”

Oh no. Oh no. No. No. No. “Buy us dinner and I’ll pick something out for myself. Deal?”

He smiled once more and kissed her soundly.

Money crisis averted.

[stardancerluv]

New Beginnings

Part 2

Summary: On the road with Bill.

Warning: none...kissing...thigh touching.

EXTRA Note: I do not support cheating of any kind. (I’ve been repeatedly been cheated on!) That said, please do not hate on me, for writing or for being a fan of...or falling for Bill. You don’t like the character?? Which I completely understand don’t read this story.

Lyrics from the song, Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin are in bold!

The minutes, almost two hours ticked by as Bill drove the car along the mountain roads. The Mustang made the scenery a blur as it roared.

I'm gonna give you my love

I'm gonna give you my love

Want to whole lotta love

Want to whole lotta love

“Oooh baby, this is a good one.” A huge grin was spread from one side of his face to the other.

“I’ll turn it up!” You said over the wind that tried to snatch your words away.

Um baby I been learning

All them good times baby, baby

I've been year-yearning

“Wooooo!” He let out a sound of complete contentment. Shifting the gears he managed to make the Mustang jet forward, making it move even faster, making the car hug the turns. You’d be lying if seeing him like this didn’t excite you. His features were sharp with his happiness, his blue eyes were bright.

A-way, way down inside

A-honey you need-ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah oh

You echoed his excitement. You lifted your hands well above your head and even did a little shimmy. You were letting the excitement and happiness just fill you and drag you along with its whim.

Whole lotta love

Want to whole lotta love

Want to whole lotta love

His smooth hand slipped under the fabric of your dress, making you gasp and drawing you away from being lost in the music pouring from the speakers.

“Bill!!” You squealed.

He glanced away from the road and gave you an impish smile. “What?” He looked back at the road ahead, as you felt his hand drift higher up your thigh.

You smiled over at him. The fabric barely sat still on your legs as the wind from driving with the top down was whipping away at it, along with tugging at the fabric of your dress.

All the good times, baby

I've been misusing

A-way, way down inside

I'm gonna give ya my love

I'm gonna give ya every inch of my love

As the last words came from the man singing, Bill’s fingers drifted even higher up your thigh before stopping. You thought you’d be able to catch your breath and you were mistaken.

Bill squeezed your thigh. It pulled a sound from you that you didn’t even know you were capable of having come out of you. Pressing his hand down, you threw your head back in the excitement.

******

Down from the twists and turns of the mountain road, somewhere Bill had pulled off to the side of the road. Your legs were opened and bare against the blue painted metal of the trunk. When he had lifted you up, your dress took away any sense of modesty, but you didn’t care. He came to stand between your legs. Your eyes only briefly met each other before your lips did.

You held onto each other, as your kisses were what drove you now. Your lips, your tongues were hungry. Shaky with your emotions, you clung onto him. The wind continued to whip at the two of you. His cologne filled your nose as his solid frame gave you an anchor and his kisses made everything else disappear.

“Excuse me, ma’am are you all right?”

The stony clipped voice startled the two of you. As one, still holding each other you turned. A very tall, equally stony faced trooper was looking at you.

You swallowed. “Yes sir. I am quite all right.” You could feel a flush fill your cheeks.

“I am glad ma’am, well then I will encourage the two of you to get back onto the road.”

“Yes, sir.” Bill finally managed to say. “We...” He pressed his lips together.

“We are on the way to our hotel. We just wanted to take in this lovely area.”

He nodded. “Right. Well best to get a move on, we don’t want to worry other drivers or give them a distraction.”

“Yes.” Bill then helped you down.

“To make sure things are tip-top, can I see the license and registration?”

“Sure. Let me grab my purse.”

*******

You took your papers back a short time later as you sat behind the wheel. “Thank you, sir.”

“It’s a very nice car.” The trooper remarked.

“Thank you, sir.”

He tipped his hat at the two of you before going back to his vehicle. Once the trooper and his car had disappeared from sight, the two of you broke into giggles. You pulled over and let Bill drive the two of you the rest of the way to the hotel.

Your eyes grew as you looked at the looming structure. “Will I need bread crumbs so I don’t get lost?”

“Who says we will be anywhere other than in our room?” The impish smile played on his lips once again.

“Bill!” You squeaked and the excitement that had consumed you while he drove, or while he kissed you while sitting on the trunk, grasped onto you once again.

He leaned in close. “What? Are you telling me you don’t like that idea?” Reaching over, his fingertips gently grazed your jawline.

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And Then He Smiles -- KageHina Fluff

Summary: Kageyama always loved Hinata’s smile. Big and bright and sudden. But his favorite was when it came slowly. 

Word Count: 266

Requested By: Hanz1 on Commaful

Warnings: Tooth rotting Fluff

Author’s Note: Sorry it’s so short, but it was just too cute to change. I might add on to it after I finish all of the requests I’m working on right now. Hope you enjoy! You can find it on Ao3 too if you want it. Go to our Linktree to find all of our stuff. Exclusive content on Patreon, yada yada. Taking requests and commisions. 

Tobio has always loved Shoyou’s smile. And in these few months after meeting him, it has become a constant in his life. Big and bright and sudden. It was blinding. 

         When he hits a spike in practice, and screams

about it feeling good. When he’s dorking around with Inuoka and Lev at training

camp. When Daichi treats them to meat buns. 

         Tobio adored it. It became work to not smile

whenever Shoyou does. 

         But then he sees it. 

         They’re just standing there in the gym. Talking. Strategizing.

Tobio doesn't even remember exactly what he had said because he saw Shoyou’s

lips quirk up. Just slightly. But then it grew. His eyes brightened. The smile

growing and growing. 

         It seems so slow, yet it all happened in only a

few seconds. 

         It made him weak. How could one boy be so

beautiful? It was like he was glowing.  

         Before Tobio even knew what he was doing he was

reaching out towards the smaller boy, hands tangling in the fabric of his

jacket, pulling him closer. 

         Their faces were close. So close. 

         Then they were touching. 

         Tobio could feel it. Shoyou’s smile against his

lips. And he wanted more. He moved his hands from shoyou’s chest to his waist,

as shoyou put his arms around the taller boy’s neck. Giggling into the kiss. 

         Tobio couldn’t take it. He loved this boy so much.

He couldn’t put it into words. 

         They kissed, slow and soft, for what seemed like

hours. Everything disappeared. There was nothing but the two of them. 

         Until…

         “Get a room!”

         “Gross!”

         “Wooooo! Get it Hinata!”

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2_37 Restoration

The vines catch at his ankles as he charges full tilt, sharp branches slap at his brow.  He can’t fend them all from his skin, yet there are no trees surrounding him, just branches. Hundreds of branches, low hanging tree limbs, gnarled and sharp twigs starved of leaves – all clutter his vision. Candle light flashed faster and faster along high wall paper, shades of magenta and fuchsia crashing against his eyes. Red, blue, red, blue – his bare feet slap at the carpeted floor, the panicked rhythm hastens the wild pitch of his heart until he feels like his chest is ready to explode.  Somewhere out there a mild thumping dips into a steady pace, while his legs whirl under him. ��Soon, he’s aware that thumping sound is getting closer and closer, no matter how fast his legs beat at the floor under him.

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Arthur snapped his eyes open and stares at the other side of the wall, through the opaque plastic window of the small stand in shower.  He tries to make sense of the blurry wall, struggles with the truth of the wall rather his hazy memory from an elsewhere.  The door was open and the cold air kneaded into his skin, helped clear his mind. It was stale air, not icy, not depressing and icy air.  The walls closed around him were as bleached and sterile as the surface of the moon. He shuddered and tightened his arm around his legs and tried to bar in the little bit of warmth bubbled against his stiff sides.

The bathroom that connected to the guest bedroom was functional and comfortable.  It had two doors, one that accessed the guest room and the other door across from it which opened into the front hall of the home.  It had the bare essentials, a toilet and sink on one side of the room, and a small shower in the fourth corner.  Arthur currently sat in the dry pan of the shower, staring at the bulbous shapes morphing through the distorted plastic.  He hated doing anything in a haunted home, especially sleeping.  His eyes shut again, it felt so good sometimes to just close your eyes and listen to the empty air around your head.

His eyes popped open to the gentle rapping on the door. A groggy voice blundered through the wood panel that separated him from the guest room.  “Art?”  It was Vivi, voice muffled by drowsiness and door.  “You in there?”

“Mm.  Yeah,” Arthur called back.  “I’ll be out in a sec.”  He wobbled something bad as he pushed himself up by one arm, and staggered out of the small shower closet stiffly.  He stepped over to the single standing sink and turned on the water.  He put away the portable medical kit, and managed to dig out a clean shirt without much problem getting it by the abundance of used ointment packets and bandage wrappers.  He slipped the clean shirt on carefully, shut off the water, and collected up the remainder of his gear before unlocking the door.  “Sorry ‘bout that,” he choked, as he pushed the door open a crack.

“It’s fine,” Vivi yawned.  She stretched her arms behind her head and scratched at her frazzled head, glasses gone and still dressed for yesterday.  “I was just getting worried, and I needed to get in an hour ago.”

As Arthur stepped out of the way, he finally noted the windows in the furthest corner of the room.  Bright sunlight poured through, golden and fluffy through the mild tint of fog and clouds.  It had to be early, shy of noon, the fog hadn’t burned off yet.  The last time he looked outside, it was very dark.

The door shut, and Arthur was left to gather his bearings.  He coughed a bit on the warm air, it was probably time for another pill.  Later then, he didn’t want to fool with his bag and risk drawing attention to himself.  

Since Arthur’s disappearance, Mystery had relocated himself from what was once warm blankets on the couch, to the warm bed and was on his back snoring with his paws bent over his chest.  Arthur stared at the happily snoozing dog bundled in his warm nest.  Arthur sighed.  “I could really go for coffee.”  Arthur set his bag down and flopped sideways onto the couch.  He curled up on his good side and slipped the blanket over his lower half. “Lewis isn’t back yet,” he noted.  At least, as far as he could tell.

It wouldn’t take Vivi long to get spruced up and ready to tackle the days task.  A blessing and a… downer.  Five more minutes.  Two more seconds.  If he just rest his eyes, he’d be good.

Mystery was up.  He didn’t see when the dog had moved to his feet, but he was standing up on the bed and staring at the side of the room, fully focused on the door.  Arthur worked to get himself pushed up and over to see where Mystery’s attention was.  Arthur wasn’t alert enough to anticipate Lewis’ sudden appearance.

There was no Lewis.  However, Mystery hopped off the bed and padded over to the door, head down and ears high.  “Wassup?” Arthur mumbled.  Mystery arfed, as he neared the door.  “Whatever you say, buddy.”  Arthur spun over onto his back—

The door flew open and a pair of white bulbous bodies withered in, moaning and bellowing their arms.  They screamed, “Leave our house!” and “Be gone trespassers!” as they raced at Arthur.  Mystery kicked back on his rears legs, fell over, his claws scrabbled at the carpet until he found traction and bolted for the space under the bed.  “You will REGRET!”

“WOOOOO!”

“Holy—”  Arthur threw himself backwards, crawled over the side of the couch and away from the invading sheets.  As he tried to stand upright, his feet got tangled up in the blanket and his body went straight to the floor.  “Ow….”

“Ooh,” one of the ghosts groaned, wincing.  It pried off the white sheet revealing Tyler’s matted hair.  “Hey, you okay?”

“We’re ghosts!”  The other ghost declared, waving its arms.  “OOoooohhhhh!”  She stopped when Tyler slapped her in the stomach.  “Ow!  I’m telling mom.”

Arthur rolled over and sat up.  “Geez, what is wrong with you two?” he spat.  Whatever fatigue had flattened his brain on the hot pavement, it was gone, obliterated.  “You’d give someone a heart attack.”

“Were we scary?” Savannah asked.  Her hair stood up in all directions when she slid the sheet off.  “Your eyes went all white, it was crazy!”

At least he was clothed.  Arthur raised an arm to his side, where he had fallen.  He must’ve hit his bad nerve, that whole side of his ribs was buzzing.  “I could call you a few things,” he muttered under his breath.  All three turned their heads up when the bathroom door WHAMMED against the wall.

Vivi emerged from the mist in the door, hair soaked and slicked to her skull, damp cloths clinging to her body.  Whatever the teens said about scary, it paled in comparison to the look in Vivi’s eyes.  Arthur felt himself shrinking into himself, and he was far from the target of her fury this time.

“What in FLYING FUCKS are you two doing in OUR ROOM!” The house shook on its foundation around her voice.  Elephants stampeded, waves crashed, a certain dog in a room enjoyed hamburgers for the rest of its life.  “Do YOU have ANY MANNERS?  DON’T ANSWER THAT!”  Savanah shut her mouth.

“This is our house!” Tyler rebuts.  He rolled the sheet up against his chest, clearly unsettled but much too proud (or stupid) to admit anything redeeming.  “And you should be paying us rent or something while you’re here.”  Tyler glanced around, and turns his attention back to his sister but she clearly didn’t want to get involved in this.

Vivi was marching forward, head down, eyes flashing. Arthur threw himself into her path. “No, Vi, Vi!” he stammered.  “I wasn’t hurt!  They’re just kids!”  He tries to grab her by the wrist or snag her shoulder, but this is difficult to do when you have one less arm, and he’s backing up struggling to snap her attention onto him.  “VIV-VI!”

“The doors gone.”  Savanah had looked back and inspiration struck.  The door that was once open, was now not there at all. “Um….”

Vivi’s hostile advance had ceased, and Arthur hung on her shaking.  It was getting harder to see.  Now the windows had ceased to be, there were no longer exits present at all in the room. The apprehension thickened, the once soft pastel colors of the surrounding walls crack and darken, the harsh introverted coloration spreads down and down, burning away pale hues. Was it a trick of perception, the loss of light, or the tones of red and purple that were quickly gaining area, but the whole room seemed to be getting larger?  The walls extending but minutely, as the light faded.  Vivi helped Arthur stay on his feet, though he was moving away from the lush red carpet as it sizzled under foot; as if there was fire snapping at his feet.  

Mystery wriggled out from under the bed and hopped up onto the mattress.  The dog’s gaze followed the gradual progress of the carpet and walls until the two alterations met at the edge of the wall.  Mystery twisted around and gave Vivi his attention, one ear bent down at a loss.

“Lew?” Vivi whispered.  “Is this you?”  Savanah and Tyler ambled around whining, shooting startled eyes along the walls as the room contorted around them.  “You’re going too far with this.  Do you hear me?  You have to stop.”  She whips around when Arthur leaps onto the couch, one of the few areas of the room unaltered.

“He’s gonna kill me!” Arthur squealed.  He heaved the blanket from the floor up over his head and buried down into the cushions.  Mystery wasn’t far behind Arthur’s escape, and hops up into the thin wedge between the chairs arm and Arthur’s quivering body.  “He’s promised!  He swore, oh god!  This is it! Dead!  I’m dead- I’m dead!”  Mystery looped his paws over Arthur’s back and huddled down, he looked to Vivi.

“Pull yourself together!”  Vivi stooped beside Arthur and put an arm over a clear space on his spine.  Arthur shook something bad and tensed at her touch, whimpering incomprehensive words muffled by the blanket tangled about him.  “Pull yourself together!  Art!  Nothing’s happened so far!  Listen to me!  You—” All at once what little light had remained throughout the rooms metamorphosis dimmed, though blessedly not total darkness.  Vivi could still see Arthur and Mystery clearly, she could see across the room the distant walls.  “Lewis.”

A panicked shriek comes from the other side as Savanah and Tyler threw themselves to the wall, where once stood a strong and proud door. “It was here!” Tyler yelped.  He slapped his palms to the door and felt around. “We came from here!”

“Where is it?  Mom! Mom!”  Savanah screamed.  They hit the wall, screamed for aid, begged whatever force listened.  “We didn’t mean anything!  It was just a game!”

“She made me do it,” Tyler bawled.  “I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!” He twisted around to a low hissing-pop at his back, and shield his eyes from a flash of light.  “S-Savanah.”  His sister ceased pawing at the wall, and turned as Tyler tugged her arm.

On the floor lay the Ouija board with four candles burning by each corner, a vibrant flame that bounced and swayed, beckoning fuchsia light.  The glossy board with artistic rendition of sun and moon did nothing, but sat there on the foreign carpet and bathed in the otherworldly light.  In the center of the Ouija board was a black mare that resembled a burn.

This… it was beginning to make sense to Vivi, but she felt grossly uninformed.  She wanted to scream at Lewis to cease this nonsense, it had gone too far.  But she didn’t.  She could almost sense his presence strongly in the room pacing around, smell the fine kindling of his hot smoke as he waited.  If there was anything she had come to learn on her own of Lewis, it was that he was ruthlessly patient.

As if to answer her doubts over the nature of the scene, Vivi felt something brush into her leg.  She looked down.  One of the tool bags, a few of the incense sticks poked out from the top flap oddly, tips aflame.  Mystery gave a low sound, a hum, as Vivi reached down and plucked out the burning sticks.  She blew out the flames and kept the wicks held in front of her, the sweet scented fumes trail off as she shifts her footing on the carpet.

Somewhere at the wall Tyler and Savanah had huddled down and sniffled into their arms.  Vivi began to approach the teens slowly, it was difficult to see and the carpet had begun to resemble the ripped rug of a certain foyer.  The darkness that had been sewn into the walls of the room now constricted its prisoners, wound down and deep; barely recoiled from the four candles that huddled around the blemished Ouija board. When Vivi turned and checked her progress from the couch, she could see neither Arthur or the rooms furnishings, nor were Mystery’s soft coos audible.

With a breath from the sweet aroma of the sticks, Vivi leans over the board and fans the smoke.  “Spirit,” she commands.  “Be gone.”

Rather vanquish the hostility the Ouija board begins to spins between the candles.  The board whirls so fast it becomes a blurred disk, but the flames upon the wicks never sway at its dictation.  Okay.

“You two played with this,” she accuses.  “This is yours.”

“No, no,” Tyler pleads.  He tries to grab ahold of his sister, but Savanah just shoves him away and holds herself.  “I promise. It’s… realy, it’s her’s.”

“Shut up,” Savanah hissed.

The Ouija board spins faster and faster.  If it were not held down by the force that commanded it, it might’ve flown off into the great beyond that swelled around them. Still, Tyler and Savanah continue to deny every seeing it, buying it, all the way down to denying knowledge of what the cursed thing actually was.  The more they beseeched and whined, the faster the board twirled on the floor; the longer the Ouija board spun, the darkness all around them thickened and loomed; closing in, tightening over the bright flames of the candles, until neither of the three could see anything but the individual candle wicks between them. Savanah and Tyler clung to the wall paper behind them unwilling to risk seeking safety in the alien light, even when they could no longer see who it was that sat beside them.  Until finally—

“Yes!” Savanah barked.  “YES!  I got it from a friend!  I didn’t know!  We just wanted to know if our house— We WANTED a haunted house!”

And like that the Ouija board halts mid gyration, the darkness recedes, but not completely.  The nearest walls become visible, but not the rest of the room.

Vivi’s hair was starting to dry and little lone strands begin to stick up whichever way they wanted.  She was cold too, though the air felt very warm.  Her clothing had been practically soaked through.  “Okay,” she said.  “What needs to be done is… a closing prayer!  Have either of you done a closing prayer before?”  The unanimous mumble was ‘huh?’  “That’s a problem,” she continues, shaking her head.  Arthur was coughing, choking.  She felt better knowing he was out there somewhere, at least she knew where he was more or less.  “A closing prayer sort of frees spirits from the board, and also protects those that use it.  Only those apart of the session can close a session, it won’t work unless all members are present.”  She gave them a critical eye and raised the incense sticks near her face.  “Did anyone else help you with your session?” Savanah shook her head.  

“You sure?  This is kind of important.”

Again, she pushed Tyler away.  “No.  Just us,” she said.

Vivi nods.  She lowers herself to the floor before the board, the incense held beside her. “Come closer.  You have to help me with this, or none of us will leave.” Neither of the two teens would leave the wall.  “You can stay there for as long as you like, but there won’t be a way out till you fix this.”  She held out a stick of incense.  “This will… protect you.”  She glanced aside and tried not to roll her eyes.

Reluctantly, Savanah shuffled forward, Tyler followed her lead.  The two faced the board where it had stopped, the images and symbols facing them.  Vivi handed them each a stick of incense.

Savanah sniffed.  “Is that blueberry?”

“Uh-huh.  It purifies the air, and it’s good for a séance,” Vivi chirped.  At a thought, she turns and calls into the dark. “Art?  You wanna help?”  A muffled whine came, and a separate bark from Mystery.  “I’ll take that as a no.”  

When the two siblings lowered to their knees, Vivi began fanning the remaining sticks she held over the Ouija board.  “Now, we’ll thank the spirit for sharing their energy with us,” Vivi explained.  “You’ll repeat after me:  ‘Thank you for sharing this sacred time with me.’”  Tyler and Savanah followed without a hitch, and aimlessly trailed their sticks above the now placid board, in a similar manner to that of Vivi’s antics. “‘We appreciate the flow of energy we have experienced, and we will use it for our highest good.’”  When they finished with that portion of the prayer, Vivi indicated the candles at the Ouija board’s corner.  “Start blowing the candles out—”

“Blowing the candles out,” Tyler blurted.  Savanah nudged him in the side and he winced.

“It will be fine,” Vivi assured.  “Do it slowly, not fast.  Be respectful.”  She waited as the two teens took a candle each to blow out.  “Say now:  ‘As we blow out these candles,’” Savanah and Tyler begin to repeat, between snuffing out the candle light.  The bright halo around their epicenter dims but doesn’t black out the transparent illumination completely.  “‘We close the sacred space, and ask that your protection surrounds us wherever we go today.’”  Vivi dips her head.  “Thank you two, that was very good.”  

“It’s dark,” Tyler’s voice whimpered.  There was a crackling sound, and Tyler was groaning again.

“Is not, the lights coming back on,” Savanah said. And Vivi saw it was true, the air and walls about them was brightening and Vivi could see Savanah pointing up. “Look!  The light’s working again.”

The light in the low ceiling gradually brightened, revealing a room restored, a small comfortable room with beige carpet and soft pastel walls.  And doors.

Once the two saw that the door was returned, they tore away from the abandoned Ouija board and smoking candles on the floor.  The two fought to reach the doorknob, and spent more time fighting over the door that it took a full minute before one of them, Vivi wasn’t sure who precisely, had ripped the door wide open and they tumbled out into the hall.  Their rapid footfalls clambered down the hall and soon the room was again subdued and quiet, and preferable.

Coughing, Arthur pokes his head up from the blanket and looked around.  “Vi. Vi.  You okay?”  She doesn’t answer Arthur, she’s watching where the two had barged out from.

As the door swung back towards its frame, Lewis is revealed leaning back into the wall behind the panel.  He reached a hand over to shut the entry the rest of the way, and holds up his hands as Vivi jumps to her feet.  “Don’t get those near me,” he says.

Vivi was about to argue, but forfeits that and just dumps the incense on the Ouija board.  “Did you do a session with them, without my permission?” she pried, as she… she tries to fix her damp pants.  It was a hopeless measure.  “Don’t tell me you’re gonna be giving those two good vibes for the rest of the day.”

Lewis smirked and shook his head.  “No.  It wasn’t my session you helped them close.”  He raised his arms anticipating an embrace as Vivi hurries at him, but instead sets her hands over his.

“I gather you have some things you need to tell us later,” she says.  “But first things first, we still don’t have a solution for our current problems.  We don’t know the first thing about these spirits, and scaring those two did not help.”  She stopped talking, when Lewis set a finger gently to her lips.

“Mi dulce arándano,” Lewis hummed.  “You saved those kids, and in the process got rid of those ‘spirits.’”  

Wait, no, that wasn’t what she was trying to do. Vivi took a step back from Lewis, conflicted by the whole ordeal and the repercussions undoubtedly unleashed.  She hadn’t done anything, hadn’t tried.  Not yet, she didn’t.  She gazed at him and squinted her eyes.  “Lew?  What did you do?”

Lewis frowns, and motions a hand to the neglected Ouija board behind Vivi.  “A candle for each spirit,” is all he’d say.

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The hall clicked with the sharp footfalls of Beatrice Hirstein’s swift, calculated strides.  The words of her young teens boiled her blood, fueled the contorted fury that navigated her course of action.  She was a rational woman but she had limits, and they would NOT be tested.

When she reached the door of the guest room she brought her quick stride to an abrupt halt and reached out, her knuckles tapped gently on the door.  “Excuse me in there,” her voice projected.  She paused and listened, there was no response, no voices, but she could hear the muffled movement behind the door.  “Hello! I need to speak with you!”  She reached out and pounded on the door this time.

The panel heaved back from Brea’s fist and the blue manager of the investigative group stood before her.  Vivi blinked at the raised fist and focused past it, to the other woman. “Er… yes?  Oh, your kids.”  Vivi cast a backwards glance as she stepped forward and into the hall with Brea, she jerked the door shut behind her.  

“Yes, my kids!”  Brea harped.  She stiffened, squared her shoulders tightly as her face contorted as if struggling to compress the string of words that had backed up into her stewing rampant.  She finally found her words, and spat, “WHAT happened in there?  Your group is supposed to be protecting my family!  Your meddling has caused nothing but trouble, and you – YOU have taken no action to remedy our plight!  I am attacked in my own kitchen, we hear voices all day and all night, then THIS! What am I even paying you for?!”

Vivi had her hands up in no large effort to calm the screaming woman, she could only wait until Brea had spent her breath and was ready for some feeble explanation (if she would allow it).  Once the woman had wheezed out her final sentence, Vivi offered a moment and ensured that no sudden surge of accusation would spring forth from the parched well.  The children in question were nowhere in sight.

“It was an experience,” Vivi starts.  Brea looked as if she was about ready to burst again.  “But harmless, I… promise.  The situation was under control, and dealt with accordingly.” The door popped open a crack at Vivi’s back and she twists around.  The marred Ouija board is shoved through the small opening from the side, when Vivi accepts the board from the opening, the door clicks shut.

“And this here,” Vivi announced, holding the board across to Brea.  “This might be the cause of your problems.”

Brea took the board and flipped it over, she spotted the burn mark on the center immediately and touched the edge of the black melted surface.  “What is this?”

Vivi weaved her fingers together and raised her elbows at her sides, in a kind of shrug.  “Whether you believe in it or not, these ‘game’ boards can be dangerous.” For the first time Brea noticed that Vivi was not dressed at all for the day, and her hair was very messy and stuck up in odd clumps.  Vivi resumed, nonchalant.  “I can’t confirm, and I doubt that your kids would admit it, but sometimes playing with tools such as this can awaken spirits from dormancy, or invite them in. Particularly, when the board is not closed properly.  I assure you, Mrs. Hersh�� er, Hirsetin, that we have performed our required task and your poltergeist problem has been eliminated, as per your request.”

The door again snapped open, but this time there was additional shuffling and bumbling about.  Mystery dropped to his four legs and padded by the two, one of the provision bags carried in his teeth.  Brea returns her attention to the door as the yellow clad figure totters out, a few bags carried in one hand, a metal arm pinned in one of the bags slung over his only feasible shoulder.

“I told you not to pack up on your own,” Vivi protested, as she brushed by Brea in pursuit of Arthur.

Arthur shrugged the straps over his shoulder as he walked.  “No sweat, we didn’t nab everything.  Excuse me, Mr. Hirstein.”

Coming in from his morning walk, Mr. Hirstein held the door open for Arthur and Mystery as the two slipped out.  “Good afternoon,” he said to the visitors.  Mr. Hirstein was not very tall, not very young, and was hardly ever present during their investigation.  “Leaving already?”

“Probably?” Vivi uttered, as she and Brea caught up.

“Really?” Brea challenged.  She moved over to stand (tower) beside her husband, the offending Ouija board was placed upon a bookshelf beside the large front door.  “I want some proof that our home has been cleansed.  Don’t you laugh at me.”  Mr. Hirstein shields the side of his face with a hand as he shuts the front door behind Arthur and the dog.  He had to have a chuckle at his wife once in a while.

“And I want concrete proof about the paranormal being more than smoke and mirrors,” Vivi retorts.  “Our contacts will be in touch with you for a follow up within two to five weeks.  There’s an emergency contact, if you absolutely cannot wait.  Truthfully, I don’t think you’ll have any more problems with the house, now that this has been taken care of.”  Vivi nodded towards the Ouija board behind Brea.

“This is highly unorthodox,” Brea huffed.  “You can’t just abandon a family in need of your services.”  Mr. Hirstein shook his head as he walked away, leaving his wife to handle the matter.

“The paranormal is anything but a perfect science,” Vivi elaborates.  She wanted this done, before Arthur made efforts to load up all on his own.  “The cleansing ritual was as complete as we could manage, and the spirit seems to have departed for good.”  Vivi mentally rolled her eyes. “Listen, I have a small ritual you can follow that can help while we’re gone, but as you can see,” Vivi motioned her current state. “You sorta caught us at a bad time.”

At first Beatrice was reluctant to allow the exchange to end there, and was rearing up for another reason why these matters needed to be attended to, and NOW.  But as Vivi pointed out, she was not ready for the day, and this in Mrs. Hirstein’s book screamed the lack of discipline these people practiced.  She gave them their space, allowed them to work unimpeded, yet here they were smack dab on noon and neither of them looked ready for anything short of disappointing their parents, which wouldn’t surprise Brea.  For now Beatrice was willing to let Vivi off, in favor of attending to her kids and learning more from their side of the matter.

One quick shower later and Vivi was ready to tackle summary discussion.  Arthur saw her right on that task, in a hurry to get them off the hook as fast as she could manage.  He was helping in the way she forbade him to, but he really needed something to do while she renewed the ancient battle with Mrs. Hirstein.

“And what if I don’t?” Brea threatened.  She was at the end of the hall near the dining room doors, Vivi held out what he knew to be the clipboard with the dismissal form, and something else; not a pin.

Vivi’s voice was laced with irritation, Arthur could almost envision Lewis looming over her glaring hot holes into Mrs. Hirstein’s head. “I’ve already told you, this is standard procedure,” Vivi went on, teeth gritted.  “If your problems persist, then your case will be reopened and another group can handle it.  This is the extent of paranormal intervention, the same procedure would follow….” Vivi continued, saying whatever could be said to get Beatrice Hirstein to sign that damn form.  Arthur could tell Vivi was insincere about most of what she was saying, and wholly relied on the account that Lewis had offered to slip them on out of this place.  Lewis had seemed pretty shaken when Vivi had threatened to knock his skull clean off his shoulders, if they so much as got wind that the Hirstein’s were still having problems.  However, Lewis saving grave may have been former association with the overall nature of the Hirstein’s.

Mystery followed Arthur the whole time.  He frolicked through the snow on their way out to the open van, and pranced along with Arthur when he returned to the warm interior of the home.  The warmth was only a temporary relief.  Young Tyler had been seated on the lowest step for some time watching as Arthur and Mystery struggled in and out of the door with the few bags of supplies.

“You don’t even have a film crew,” Tyler said. Yeah, Arthur was very much ready for those long nights on the open road.

Conversation prickled forth from the dining room, most likely moved there when the setting of the current subject had.  Arthur stuck his hand in his pocket as he walked, Mystery padded along beside him with a slow stride.  Vivi was still at it, trying to chip through the mile deep of impervious empathy.

“Burn the sage by the food,” Vivi was saying.  “It doesn’t need to be exclusive breakfast, it can even be something simple.  A bowl of soup.”  

“Is this all even necessary for the… process?” Beatrice sounded disgusted by the idea of leaving food out to sit for any length of time.  “Won’t it draw them back?”

“That’s never happened,” Vivi said, voice flat.  “It’s only meant to be a courtesy to the spirit, something about subsiding energies and offering a sort of peace.  It’s a custom that’s been handed down through the centuries, and though we still don’t understand its origins it’s still practiced.” Vivi looked back as Arthur and Mystery entered the dining room, the clipboard was held behind her back as she spoke.  By the dining table across from Vivi’s posture stood Brea, a plate with a sage bundle on it sat at the table’s center.

“Try leaving out a bhut jolokia,” Arthur mentioned, as he stepped through the double doors.  “That’d do the tick.”  Vivi gave him this vacant stare for s splint second, before she turned back to Brea. As she looked away Arthur stumbled forward, nearly falling to the floor.  Mystery yelped and ducked aside, possibly making ready to duck under Arthur if he fell the whole way.

“You okay?” Vivi yelped.  She sprang over to Arthur as he regained his balance, Arthur flashed his wide eyes around the room as Vivi caught him by the shoulders.  “Art?  Look at me.”

“Was he pushed?” Beatrice hollered, from where she stood.  She hadn’t moved an inch.

Arthur gently pushed Vivi away.  He raised his foot to the floor and tapped his toe behind him.  “Naw. I just… old shoes.”  He put his hand on his shoulder and gave Vivi a thin smile.  “I’m about ready for some brunch.”

To top it all off the van wouldn’t start.  The day just overall sucked.

Arthur hummed to himself as he tried to crank the engine over, yet again.  It was just on the edge, he could feel it, but it just wouldn’t ignite.  He slid out from the driver side and checked the cable connections on the battery in the cab, checked the cables on the spare battery that was sitting upon a dirty work towel placed on the road.  Maybe it was the spare, he hadn’t tested it to see if it had power before he brought it over.  He doubted it in the first place and considered just disconnecting the spare, either way, it was work but he had some hope that there would be enough charge to kick the van engine up.    

Mystery hopped out of the middle seat when Arthur returned, in the back Vivi shuffled around organizing the supplies Arthur and him had dumped in.  Arthur had been in too much of a hurry to do that sort of detail work, but Vivi didn’t really do it either until….  Anyway, he figured he’d be occupied with the battery for a bit.  The engine ‘rrred’ at him as he tried the key again, and Arthur hummed a little louder to himself.

Branches wound their gnarled fingers up the and down the walls, the chipped wallpaper was splint over the deformed knots.  The deeper he ran through the gloomy halls, the snugger the walls wound about him.  It felt like the tangles of branches were closing in over his head, Arthur stooped forward as he ran in a breathless panic, seeking the smallest chip in the twilight that would deliver him from the suffocation.  Heat burned up his lungs and through his chest, his eyes watered. He wanted to scream for help, call out for his friends.  The only sound he could manage was a thick gurgle as he spiraled down and down.

Arthur felt his hand trembling at the steering wheel. He couldn’t feel his arm.  It was a hellish sensation, too familiar.  He coughed a bit on the soreness and leaned back into the car seat.  The seat beside him was empty, there had been something like comfort in the vacant space. Then it was filled up with a dark shape, colors, the sudden contrast slammed into the white backdrop of the snow filled lawn.  Arthur jerked in his seat and scooted away.

“Jeez, Lew,” Arthur gasped.  He brought his hand to his eyes and rubbed away the spots.  “I’m gonna tie a bell to you, I swear.”  The radio crackled with sounds, one of the stations they had been listening to before Arthur had to shut it off.  He could have changed the radio station, but that hadn’t occurred to him when they had been driving.  He just wanted the noise gone.

Lewis began to say something, at least that distorted rattle had arisen like a living person taking a short breath before words came. Vivi cut him off with a sharp cry, “Did you shove him!”  Lewis winced and jerked about in his seat, what little of his living appearance he had dragged on quickly rolled off like beads of water on a hot skillet.  Lewis had already begun to tuck down more toward the floorboard of the van, his skull dipped into the top edge of his suit collar. As for Vivi, she towered over the seats back and glowered down her nose onto the shrinking ghost below.  “You be honest with me!  I won’t tolerate this!”

“Vi!” Lewis squealed.  “You’re taking this the��”

“Don’t bullshit me, Lewis!”

“Would you not?” Arthur snapped.  He twisted around in his seat to more or less face Vivi down, or tried, for all Arthur’s crippling intimidation could manage.  “I tripped, I told you!  That iz what happened.  What, you think I’m lying?  WHY?  Why don’t you believe me?”  He couldn’t keep their eyes locked, Arthur had to spin away and go back at the engine. “Accidents happen,” he sputtered, as he fumbled around the steering wheels base. “And you can’t always just blame someone.  Hold on, gimmie a sec.” He tried the key again, gave it a little twist of his wrist and the engine blared to life, strong and proud, a guttural snarl of fossil fuels surging through its pipes.  “See! There, got it!”  Arthur slung out of his seat and hurried to the vans front, nearly slipping on the ice as he went.

Vivi sighed.  She watched Arthur’s shape flash out of sight beyond the raised hood of the van. Lewis remained pinned where he was at the floorboard, his dark eye sockets stare up at her imploringly.  “Tell me why,” Vivi murmurs.

The faint lights in Lewis’ skull flash.  “I… didn’t.  He— he’ll need help with that battery.”  Vivi pushed him down by his shoulder when Lewis tried to rise up, and used Lewis as leverage to swing over the bench seat.

“They’re probably watching,” she snarled.  This was probably more than true.  “Just stay here and out of trouble.”  She aimed a hard stare and a finger back at Lewis’, as she backpedaled around the front of the van to join Arthur.  

The hood cracked down, the whole van shaking with the force and Vivi talking over the sound of the engines rumble.  She was grumbling about Arthur doing too much, overworking himself or something and an arm.  While it was all clear Lewis pulled himself up over the backseat and lowered into the vans back.  Mystery was there, paws on his ears and eyes perked up toward Lewis as the ghost settled down.

“Um…” Lewis began, skull raising an inch out of his suit collar.  “I’ll just… wait over here.”  Mystery didn’t question it.  Simultaneously, the two look to the vans back when the doors tore open.

“You’re just gonna rest a’while and I’ll drive first! Move Mystery,” Vivi shot.  She waved a hand Mystery’s way, and the dog relocated himself to corner of the van opposite to Lewis’ current occupation.  “Thank you.”  Vivi fumbled one handed for the floor latch imbedded in the carpet, and heaved up the hidden panel in the floor.  “No!  I don’t need your help.  You’ve done enough helping!  You’ve helped enough to cover for the next five thousand years!”

Lewis slinked back into his corner and shared a glance with Mystery.  While Vivi loaded in the heavy battery, Arthur climbed up into the van on the driver side.

“I am capable of driving,” Arthur mumbled.  “For the first few—”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” Vivi cut in.  She punctuated with the slamming of the floor compartment, and the shutting of the back doors.  Her voice continued, as it tracked along the side of the van towards the driver side.  “I need something to get my mind of this insult to our trade, or I might just… UGH! Lemme get inside!  Scoot!  Scoot over!” Arthur complied, fearful of the tone in Vivi’s voice.  He shut the passenger door and Vivi hauled the driver side door shut.  The engine still grumbled its moody hum, and fog spewed along the side of the windshield.  Vivi gave a shrill cry and beat at the steering wheel with her fists.

Lewis raised his head up and exchanged a fearful look with Arthur.  Poor-poor Arthur, pinned by the passenger door, unable to work door handles when he was in a state of panic.  Lewis almost felt sorry for him.

“Are… you okay?” Arthur mumbled.

“Those… PEOPLE!” Vivi fumed, still smacking at that poor steering wheel.  Arthur wanted to remind her that he had barely gotten the engine started, but he wasn’t ready to become the next target of her wrath.  If he remained small and helpless, Arthur would be safe. In theory, that is.  

Mystery pulled himself up on his front paws and looked Arthur’s way, but the dog seemed to snicker at the scene instead.

“I take it after all that heart-to-heart, you two never saw eye-to-eye?” Arthur chanced, barely above a whisper.  He regretted it immediately when he spoke, and hoped Vivi didn’t hear that.

“WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CLUE?”

She heard.

[reifromrfa]

🏰

🏰 - spend the night in a spooky vacation spot

You can't believe you agreed to this

But it's too late to back out now, you and Saeyoung are already checked into the private resort, with the beach just steps away from the house

You have the whole place to yourselves --the closest house is miles away

You agreed to come here because you wanted some time alone with Saeyoung --no distractions, no missions, nobody who knows them for miles and miles

Everything's perfect --Saeyoung's old agency buddy got him a deal that made this entire trip free of charge

There's only one problem...

"MC," Saeyoung said as you packed your swimsuits. "There's a teeny tiny detail I forgot to tell you about~"

"What is it?"

"The resort is said to be haunted. But that's okay, it'll be fun! We'll have a slumber party with the ghosts, awooooo~"

You remember laughing at that time

Ghosts? No way, you don't believe in ghosts

"Well, I better pack some treats for the ghosts too then!"

It was a ridiculous idea back when you were in your cozy home

But now that you're here in the Philippines, so far from the confines of the bunker, preparing dinner alone in the kitchen as Saeyoung took a shower in the upstairs master bedroom

You can't help but feel as though you're being watched...

It doesn't help that the house is centuries old, a beautiful remnant of the colonial era of the country but a house that many have once lived in...and possibly died in

It doesn't help that awhile ago, when Saeyoung went out to put your diving gear outside to dry, you heard heavy footsteps from the second floor

It surely doesn't help that the light in the bathroom flickers when you go inside

You rationalize that they're just because the house is old

There's no such things as ghosts

But goosebumps break across your skin as you feel a cold chill somewhere behind you

You tense and want to call out for your husband, but can't seem to find your voice

You hear the wooden floorboards creak

"Saeyoung!" you blurt out loudly, not brave enough to look at whatever it is is standing right behind you

"Yes, my space muffin?"

You turn and Saeyoung just entered the kitchen, hair wet from his shower

You run up to him and hold him close, burying your face in his chest

"Let's stay together...okay? Don't leave me alone."

Saeyoung chuckles, thinking you're being adorable and he pulls you close, kissing your forehead

"606...if you wanted a shower with me, you could have just said so~"

He's laughing but when there's a loud SLAM! from upstairs, like a door slamming shut, you both jump

You let out a little cry and his arms tighten around you

"I take it back," you say, "I don't want to stay here anymore! Ghosts are real!"

"What? You're admitting that now?"

"Yes! Let's get our bags and leave now!"

You realize that's silly, it's the middle of the night and you're at least an hour away from the city

But being in this house is giving you the creeps now

That is...until Saeyoung brandishes a small microphone

"Can you say that again, my lovely wife~? Closer to the mic please~"

Your jaw drops and you know you should be angry but relief floods your body

You playfully smack his chest and Saeyoung laughs, explaining how he orchestrated everything

The chill is from a device that blows out cold air, the door has a mechanism attached to it and the flickering lights were being controlled by Saeyoung with a remote

You shake your head as your goofy husband explains everything to you

How he wanted to see his brave wife's spooked expression, because you never believed in ghosts

When you pout and cross your arms, feigning anger, he leans close and kisses your lips

"Don't be mad, 606, you know I'll never let anything bad happen to you."

Saeyoung wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, his lips finding yours

Your act falls and you pull him closer, feeling breathless as your husband kisses you passionately

But something's bothering you, and you break free a little and ask breathlessly

"How did you do the footsteps? The must be a heavy machine and I didn't see you pack anything like that"

Saeyoung has a confused expression on his face

"What footsteps?"

"You know," you say, brushing his hair from his face, "The ones on the second floor. I thought that was genius, agent 707."

"I didn't do anything like that."

You chuckle and plant another kiss on his lips, even though he looks bewildered

"Ha ha ha, very funny, baby"

"I'm serious...I didn't do anything like that. What footsteps?"

You pull back now and study his face --you know when your husband is messing around and this time he's serious

You scrunch up your face and stare at him

That doesn't make sense...

Because if Saeyoung didn't do it...then...

All of a sudden, the chair in the corner of the room scrapes against the floor a little

Both of you look at it, your faces pale

You know it's not a prank anymore, because even Saeyoung is tense, arms tight around you

Then a soft voice fills the kitchen, a mournful female voice singing a tune in the native language

There's no one there, but the humming doesn't stop

You feel yourself being lifted off the ground, Saeyoung hoisting you into his arms as he zooms upstairs to your bedroom

He locks the door and you jump into bed, pulling the sheets to your chin

Saeyoung lies down beside you, eyes wide

Both of you stay up all night, locked in the master bedroom

In the morning, you two get the courage to look into the kitchen, but everything is where it should be, the chair unmoved

Since you have a couple more nights here, you two decide to stay but avoid the kitchen for the rest of the trip

Nothing else happens during your stay and you're thankful for that

Lol Saeyoung even insisted that you both shower together at some point

But when it was time to leave, you look at the house from the passenger seat of the rented car

It's a really beautiful house, the architecture unlike the ones in the cities nowadays

Saeyoung drives away and you say goodbye to the beach, the house, the wonderful memories you two spent in there, despite that one spooky night

You grin and you're about to roll up your window when you spot the window from the kitchen

It's open, and a lady in a white dress stands and waves at you

In the blink of an eye, she disappears

~

Thanks for the request, girl! I had writing this spooky request! :)) I wrote the location as Philippines because lol that’s where I live and I have had some pretty eerie experiences when visiting the provinces lol so I hope you liked it! I’m sure GOD707 will protect you no matter what happens, Momo!!! :)) 

Wooooo excited for Halloween!

Prompt from THIS list! 

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Feel free to send in more, but take note, idk when I’ll be able to finish hehe ^^; I had fun writing this!!

[crystalwillow]

My Eternity (Ethan x Casey)

"... Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow...... I love you too..... Goodnight babe. mwah!" Casey said softly down the phone to her soon to be husband. As she placed her phone to charge on the nightstand there was a light knock at her door, "it's open" she called out. It opened slowly and her bridesmaids filed in one by one. Jackie, Sienna, Aurora and Esme. "hey. how are you feeling?" Sienna asked as they all sat on the bed around Casey. "Pretty nervous if I'm being honest." she replied with a shaky voice, "hey. You've got this Valentine" Jackie encouraged as she wrapped her arm around Casey's shoulder, pulling her into a greatly appreciated tight hug. "Late night snack before bed girls?" Aurora asked, Casey sat up and looked at her "what is it?" she asked with narrowed eyes, "gluten free pizza with all your favourite vegetables plus a sprinkling of diced chicken" Aurora answered. The girls all looked at one and other before rushing out the room and down the stairs "Casey has the best taste for pizza. the first slice is mine!" Aurora and Casey heard Esme shout out as the three other girls raced towards the kitchen. The two left behind shared a chuckle before following them for a snack and glass of wine before bed.

--- 15 hours later---

Casey paced back and forth nervously in her room at the church waiting for word on her dress from Jackie and Esme, and the arrival of her hair and make-up artist from Aurora dand Sienna. "Okay.. it's okay Casey. everthing will be fine there's a whole 3 hours to go. they'll be here soon and everythiing will be fi--" She stops rambling to herself as her biggest fear completely takes over and she flops on the sofa bursting into tears. "Why me!?" she screams through her tears. She and Ethan had been planning this moment for the past 2 years.

They had been officially dating for a year when Ethan popped the question one night in the diagnostics room, as they were staying late to finish up some reports. Now 3 years later she's "backstage" at a church for her wedding a wreck because both her dress and make-up artist are stuck in traffic. She was a hyperventillating mess by now, she'd been crying for almost 45 minutes when a knock at the door sounded, followed by a deep soothing voice that was all too familiar. "Casey?? Sweetheart, it's me. Ethan. Look... I know we're keeping things traditional because you're respecting me, but I want to respect you too. I've heard about what's going on so I uh.. I'm out here in a t-shirt and jeans if you want to thr-" he's cut off by the door flying open and his soon to be wife running out in to his arms and sobbing into his neck. "it's ruined! everything is ruined!" she exclaimed through her tears. "hey! shhhhh, it's alright sweetie, I'm here." he cooed softly as he rubbed soothing circles on Casey's back.

Slowly he walked into the room and sat them down on the sofa as he cuddled Casey close. Slowly but surely with the small forehead kisses and whispers of sweet nothings she finely calmed down. "I'm sorry." Casey sniffled after a few moments of silence, Ethan brow forrowed. "Sorry for what?" He asked "This. I've messed everythi-" She started to ramble but Ethan stopped her with a finger to her lips "I don't want to hear none of that Valentine, do you understand?" he asked seriously but with the softest look on his face. She nodded. The two spent a few more minutes with each other, cuddling, laughing and sharing sweet kisses until Sienna came back. she gasped as she saw Ethan "The others are coming! quick! out... out!" She panicked urging Ethan out the room "I'll see you in a few Rookie" He smiled at Casey blowing her a kiss before leaving, mere moments before the room came to life with what felt like a million people to prepare her for the moment she had dreamt about her whole life. Marrying the love of her life. Her soulmate. Okay so he's a few years older but that doesn't matter, what matters is their love and respect for each other. The ceremony they're here for to tie them together for enternity.

--- 30 minutes to the ceremony ---

The girls are all inside their room having the finishing touches put to their outfits when there's a frantic knocking the the door. All four bridesmaids rush to answer it. on the other side you hear a frantic voice "Have you girls seen Ethan?!" Casey zoned out of the conversation as her phone pinged.

Ethan: peep out the window :)

Casey: Why?? ...

Ethan: Just.. please?

Sighing Casey set her phone down and peeped out the window and peeped out the window, only showing her head and neck. As her eyes focused she saw Ethan doing the same round the corner of the building and smiled wide, giggling to herself. She waved and blushed as Ethan blew her a kiss before disappearing round the corner. "Casey..." A voice sounded out behind her causing her to jump "What are you smiling at missy?" Jackie asked smugly, "oh, nothing. Just two birds who looked very much in love" Casey replied. Jackie, Aurora, Esme and Sienna all gave each other a knowing smile before turning back to Casey and wiggling their eyebrows "What? ..... What're you guys looking at me like tha- OOOOOH. no! stop! get your minds out of the gutter!" she laughed as she threw a pillow at Esme and one at Jackie. "Oi Valentine!" they shouted in unison and the world around the five of them went completely still for a moment "wow. That's the last time i'll hear that as my last name." Casey whispered with a tear coming to her eye but stopped it from falling. *ding ding ding ding ding ding* the bells started to chime singnaling the beginning of the wedding. "well...." said Sienna, supressing a smile as she looked around the room "Let's go and make you a Ramsey!" She cheered and the others joined in as casey grabbed her bouquet and followed them out.

As Casey stood behind the closed door,the nerves really hit her "Oh God... I'm doing this. I'm marrying Ethan Ramsey. phew" she rambled nervously "hey! It's going to be fine" Ethan's dad told her soothingly "What if I trip and fall on my face though? I already had one breakdown tod-" She started rambling again but was cut off by the bolt on the other side of the door moving. Letting out a deep breath, she looped her arm through Alan's and they began walking down the aisle, as Casey walked down towards Ethan he looked down to wipe tears from his eyes. Soon, they were standing opposite each other and exchanging vows. Ethan cleared his throat and looked at Casey with a smile "Rookie. That's how this whole thing started... you helped me rescue a woman in the reception area on your way to orientation when you didn't need to stop. as that year went on you infuriated me more and more with your persistance to be kind to me when I was, quite frankly, being an asshole to you. But then we... hooked up. I had shut that kind of thing out of my life for years. To be honest, I'd given up on finding "the one" who I would end up marrying. But you came along and changed everything. I... You showed me the feeling of love again that I had blocked out. I feel normal again and I want to thank God for putting you in my life because if it wasn't for you I believe I would have become a stubborn drunk by now. Thank You for everything you've done and will continue to do. I love you" he finished up and kisses away a tear rolling down Casey's cheek. "you look beautiful" he whispered in her ear.

"I now pronouce you husband and wife." the priest announced after Casey and Ethan exchanged "I do's" and rings. They leave the church to hollering and applause, with bursts of confetti coming from random people. As they reached the steps, Ethan picked Casey up "Ah! Ethan!" she giggled as he carried her to their limo that would take them to their reception and then their new house at the end of the night.

--- At the reception ---

The reception was in full swing as Ethan and Casey sat at their table watching their guest enjoy themselves. Sighing happily Casey looked up at Ethan and kissed his cheek. "I love you Mr.Ramsey" she said, he looked down at her and smiled "I love you too Mrs.Ramsey" he smiled and kissed her lips sweetly. She giggled giddily and hugged him tightly. Ethan's dad approached the table with someone in tow, making Ethan rise to his feet to stand in front of you protectively. "I found this guy outside. He said he knows Casey." Alan stated as Casey looked up and saw Landry who gave a nervous smile and wave "You weren't invited." Casey said coldly as her face turned sour, "I know but we were friends and I wa-" Landry started to explain as Casey moved past Ethan getting into his face "Exactly WERE friends. But you decided to try and get my license revoked and almost cost me my job, when I was doing what was right for the paitient. She passed away happy! and YOU!" She said raising her voice louder and louder by the minute as she jabbed her finger into his chest and pulled her shoulder out of Ethan's comforting grip, "YOU WERE. PART. OF IT. But you left that part out to save your ass! So no. we are no longer friends because you are a TWO FACED, BACKSTABBING, MAN-WHORE, WHO NEEDS LEAVE MY RECEPTION AND GET OUT OF THIS BUILDING RIGHT NOW. GO!" she shouted as she pointed to the door. "i- okay" Landry said as he turned to leave. Ethan pulled Casey close to his chest, pressing a kiss to her head, "Get rid of him dad. Please, for Casey's sake." He told his father who obligied and escorted Landry out. "Hey. it's okay" Ethan cooed to Casey sweetly as he hugged her tightly as Jackie and everyone else came running over to support her "are you okay Case?" Elijah asked, "I brought you Champagne" Sienna said as she held out the flute to her best friend. Casey took it with a smile and a small "thank you" as she took a sip. "I think we should go dance. All of us. We've come so far together. Aaaaand, I wanna have fun tonight" She smiled as she placed the flute on the table next to Ethan's beer. "Macarena circle?" Bryce suggested, his eyes glistening with mischief "WOOOOO!" everyone cheered and rushed to the dance floor as Bryce went and asked for the song before joining the circle. Together they danced and laughed the night away.

Before they knew it Ethan and Casey were pulling up to their new home they would share for the rest of their lives. "Casey.... honey.." Ethan whispered as he gently woke his new wife up "Hm?" Casey hummed as she sat up looking confused "We're home" Ethan said softly and Casey responded with a smile. After he had stepped out, Ethan held out his hand to help Casey out of the limo and together they stepped into their new home ready to start the next chapter of their lives together.

[flowerpowell]

You Drive Me Crazy (Colt x MC)

PART TWO

Hey all, thank you for your sweet comments under the first chapter of this mini series! I hope you’ll like this one too! Just a reminder that this is an AU in which Colt and MC have been friends for a few years now. I appreciate every feedback so make sure to leave some!

All characters belong to Pixelberry, I dont own them.

Rating: PG

Word count: ~1500

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“Umm, so your crazy birthday plan was to take me to the seaside? The place where we come pretty much every other week?” Ellie asked hesitantly while getting off the motorcycle and looking around.

“It’s not about where we are but about what we’re about to do! Besides, your father doesn’t let you go any further so it had to do,” Colt shrugged as Ellie raised an eyebrow.

He took her hand and led into the hotel he booked for one night and a day. She sighed relieved when she saw two separate beds meaning she wouldn’t have to share one with his friend. The, what she called “incident of 2014,” left her with a couple of bruises as Colt had always had a rather yen sleep and he kicked everything and everyone around him. Taking advantage of being a birthday girl, she quickly crossed the room to put her bag on the bed near the window.

“I have a small gift for you before we head out,” Colt walked to her and handed her a small package. She looked up, confused taking a cursory glance at the clock above their heads.

“It’s almost nine and I’d much rather stay indoors and watch some movies. Besides, my birthday is tomorrow and you didn’t have to buy me anything! You already paid for that trip--”

“Your birthday is in more or less four hours and it’s really nothing. Just open it.”

She took the package tentatively and started tearing up the paper until she saw the title of the book she just received.

“How to Finally Live Your Life? Colt, what is that supposed to mean, do you have to offend me even on my--”

“Open it.” Colt said firmly and she only shook her head. Her eyes immediately widened as she flipped through the pages.

“Huh? It’s blank? What does it mean?” she looked at him puzzled.

“It means it’s your life and you make up the rules. Not your father, not me, just you. And speaking of it,” he opened the book at the last page and took a piece of paper out, “I paid for your first few driving lessons. It’s up to you to decide to take the test eventually but I thought at least you can try to see if you like it. And I rewrote your bucket list, see here?” He pointed the list but Ellie could barely see anything through tears that welled up in her eyes.

“Thank you. This is the best gift ever, thank you!” she threw her hands around his neck and felt his arms circling her waist.

“Yeah, well...” he ran his hand through his hair, his cheeks red. “Get ready, we’re going out in a few!”

“Going where? Colt, I don’t want to go out anywhere, I’m good here!”

“We’re going on a party! But don’t worry,” he saw the expression on her face, “it’s a hotel party so we can go back anytime you want! But there’s cake waiting for you so I’d suggest hurrying up!”

“I’m gonna hate it,” Ellie murmured under her nose when Colt disappeared in the bathroom. Why did she even agree to come here with him?

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“I’M LOVING THIS!!!” Ellie’s scream was barely audible thanks to the loud music in the club, but Colt smirked knowing he was right again.

Ellie has been dancing this whole time while he just looked at her, beer in his hand. After the tenth song, she finally collapsed on the sofa beside Colt.

“I take it you’re enjoying the party?” he asked mockingly.

“Yeah, yeah, you were right! It’s so much better when there’s no people I know who can judge me! First page from Ellie’s diary starts off right! Wooooo!”

Colt chuckled looking at his friend half dancing, half eating the cake. “How about we make it even more interesting?” he raised his eyebrow suggestively.

“What do you mean?”

“Have you ever tried any alcohol?”

“I’m not twenty-one yet!” Ellie tried to argue but Colt only shrugged.

“And? Do you think most people wait till twenty-one to drink? Well, you’d be surprised.”

“Listen,” he started again, “I’m not telling you what to do but we’re away from your father and we can always order you a drink with not that much alcohol in it. It’s your decision.”

He could see she was thinking about it and after a moment she noded her head. “Okay. But not too much, just so I can get the taste.”

Colt smiled at her, but his smile faded a few hours later when Ellie drank her fourth drink. Her father can never know about this. NEVER.

“Colt?” He turned to see her, all red and sweaty from dancing. “Can we go outside, please? It’s too hot in here for me, I need some air.”

He noded and led her out into the night. It was a surprisingly warm summer night and the two of them walked for some time until they reached the beach.

“Ooooh! Remember when I put ‘midnight swim’ on my bucket list? That’s a perfect opportunity!” Ellie exclaimed and Colt’s eyes widened as she tried to take her clothes off.

“Ellie! No! Wait, let me at least check the water’s temperature! Do not swim, understand?”

“What happened to your crrraziness! Who’s being a nun now? Ha? Ha? Hahahahaha!”

Oh boy...What has he done?

She was already in her underwear and he watched her, all ready to save her if she really decided to swim. Ellie carefully stepped into the water and slowly sat down. She smiled at Colt before lying down, letting the warm water wet her body. Colt swallowed hard at the sight before him and stood still not sure what he was feeling seeing his friend like that. In no time she stood up again and ran up to the pile of her clothes she left and using her jacket as a towel she dried up. She put her clothes on and Colt, without questions, gave her his own jacket to warm her up. She smiled gratefully at him and they both sat down on the sand looking at the sea, lost in thoughts.

“Huh,” she shook her head fighting a chuckle.

“What?” Colt asked her pulling her closer to him.

“Nothing, it’s stupid.”

“It’s not! Tell me!”

“Okay, so I actually had one more thing on my bucket list but you never saw it. It’s stupid but I wrote it last year. I wanted to have my first kiss before I turn twenty. And I was just laughing because I will never be able to cross it out,” Ellie admitted blushing.

“Wait...you’ve never been kissed?!”

“It’s not like I’ve had any chance! Between school and home, there’s not many possibilities to meet anyone,” she huffed.

“I didn’t mean it like this, El. I’m sorry. I just thought...”

“Who was I supposed to kiss? Riya? Darius? You?” she chuckled.

Well...yeah, actually.

He tried to laugh but it the lump he felt in his throat make it impossible. What the hell is wrong with me today?

“And I’m just scared, you know,” she went on, “that if I ever meet the right guy I won’t know what to do. And he’ll laugh at me because I’m already twenty and I don’t know how to kiss.”

“First of all, the right guy will never laugh at you. And secondly, kissing isn’t hard. It’s like an automatic reaction, you’ll see.”

“Easy for you to say, you--”

“Okay, okay, cool it. I’m just saying, it’s not that hard. But,” he paused and looked at her as if weighting the words that were about to come out, “if you want to, I can teach you.”

She turned to him, her eyes wide open, mouth opening and closing, not sure how to respond.

Way to go, idiot. Why did you even propose that?! You’re her friend, she doesn’t want to kiss you, what is wrong with you!!

“Okay.”

“What?” He looked her not sure if he really heard what he heard. Did she just say okay?

“I want to be prepared. I’m just warning you, I’m probably bad at this and don’t you dare laugh--”

But before she could finish, his lips crashed onto hers, shuting her up. She closed her eyes and gave up completely to the feeling. Colt was right, she did know what to do—and it felt better than anything she ever experienced. He deepened the kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Every inch of his body melted into hers. And even though he had kissed many, many times in his life, this kiss somehow felt like it was his first one.

He gently pushed her so she was lying on the sand as he was kissing her hungrily. And finally he pulled away, right before the clock struck one and with that he whispered into her ear, “Happy birthday.”

[easilydistractedwriter]

[The Curious Case of Newt Scamander] Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Prompt: Anon requested:  heyy, what about a crossover of sherlock& fbawtft?:) The Reader (who secretly loves sher& is a muggle) hangs out a lot with newt and they're friends. Sherlock is quite jeaous and curios with whom she is hanging out th whole time. He goes after her when she meets with newt and sees them getting into newt's suitcase. He takes it to 221B and wants an Explanation from her who newt is and what their relation is. Newt tries to settle dispute and says accidentally that she love sher and not him. *hug*

Words:  2,584

Warnings: None that I know of. :D

Wooooo I posted! I know there were some requests that were sent before this, but this caught my eye, and this was so much fun to write.

Sherlock Holmes definitely lived up to his reputation.

Or rather the “high-functioning sociopath” part. Anyone who has ever met the detective have most likely been a victim to his famous deductions; incredibly brilliant but also painfully truthful. As for his sociopathic personality, well… To the public eye, the man seems void of any emotions, the only person who he seemed to have any sort of relationship with was John Watson. Of course, there are still many women who swoon over the tall, dark and handsome detective, but the idea of Sherlock Holmes dating anyone was laughable everyone. Perhaps it was just impossible to provoke an emotional reaction from the consulting detective at all. Or so people had thought. ____ You took one last look in the mirror, and smoothed out your dress to make sure that there weren’t any wrinkles. Satisfied with your appearance, you walk into the living room of your shared flat of 221B. You were about to leave when you heard a familiar deep voice. “You’re in a dress.” “Wow! Sherlock Holmes’ best deduction yet! Quick, someone inform the media of this remarkable discovery!” Your voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Yes well, you weren’t in a dress earlier, were you?” He retorted with just as much sass, “What’s the occasion?” “What? Can’t a girl dress up for herself once in a while?” Sherlock hummed, “We both know that’s not the case.” You rolled your eyes, “I’m having lunch with an old friend of mine, he’s in London for a few days.” “Old friend as in…?” He raised an eyebrow. “A friend that is not currently new.” You put your shoes on and grabbed your purse, “Don’t wait up for me, I left some food in the refrigerator if your hungry, okay love ya!” With that, the door was slammed, leaving Sherlock alone. He sighed. Guess the skull will have to do for now. ____ Newt was meeting you at a quaint little café a few blocks down from your flat on Baker Street. You would’ve suggested to meet at Speedy’s, but the  possibility of certain nosey, curly-haired flat mate coming down to spy on and muck up your little reunion was too big of a risk to take. Nothing was going to ruin today for you. You walk in the front door, hearing the little bell ring. You hear Newt call your name and see that he’s already gotten you two a table by window. He stands up and engulfs you in a big hug. “It’s great to see you, (Y/N/N).” “Great to see you too, Salamander.” You grin cheekily, he absolutely loathes that name. He groans, “Seriously? You know I hate that nickname! Do you have to call me that all the time?” “Oh, sorry, does it really bother you?” You tried your best to look genuinely sorry. “Yes!” You’ve been calling him that for as long as you can both remember. “Aww, well,” you pretended to look thoughtful, “Then of course I’m not gonna stop, you should really know me by now Newt!” He rolled his eyes and smiled at you fondly. It was good to have his best friend back. ____ Sherlock was most definitely not having a good day. First Mrs. Hudson threw out his experiments that were left on the kitchen table. Okay, maybe that was an ideal location to put them but still, they were vital to this case! Then, John had to go back to work because they had an “emergency”, this was an emergency! So he was forced to continue the case when John came back. And then (Y/N) had left him for lunch with another person, whom he has never heard of. And she wasn’t even answering his texts. I mean it was him, how could she not be answering him? He kept thinking about your lunch date, in the totally not creepy way. Maybe she got lost on the way there, that would be typical of her. Maybe she’s stuck in traffic.  Or maybe she got mugged?! MAYBE MORIARTY KIDNAPPED HER AND IS HOLDING HER AT GUNPOINT RIGHT NOW?! Okay, he’s definitely been hanging around you for too long. He tapped his fingers along the side of his leather couch. God, was this frustrating. He then, somehow came to the conclusion that spamming (Y/N) with texts until she’d answer him would be the best thing to do. ____ So… you were ready to kill Sherlock. With a spoon. And a blender. Half of your conversation with Newt has been lovely, talking about his travels, his new findings about beasts, his upcoming book and whatnot. The other half, has been with nothing but text alerts. “Yeah, I’ve - ding – been doing – ding – fine here in London, the flat – ding – mates I’ve got are – ding – wonderful, even if – ding – Sherlock can be – ding – a real pain in the arse – ding – sometimes.” Newt makes a face, “Are you sure you don’t wanna get that? It seems urgent.” “Mm, it always is with him.” You mumble. 36 missed texts from “Douchebag in a Trenchcoat” What time are you coming back? -SH Have I ever met this “old friend”? -SH I need to conduct an experiment and John left me for work. Of all things. Come home A.S.A.P. -SH This important to the case! People will die, if you don’t. -SH Alright I finished it without you. Since you were so busy with this friend of yours. -SH (Y/N) pay attention to me. -SH I lied, there was any experiment, Mrs. Hudson threw away all my organs… -SH ANSWER ME. -SH I need your help. -SH I ripped pages out of all your books. -SH The flat is on fire and I’m trapped under rubble, SOS.” -SH (Y/N), Moriarty has strapped a bomb on me and if you don’t come to Baker Street he’ll blow everything up. -SH I thought I was supposed to be the arsehole… -SH (Y/N). -SH (Y/N), please. -SH I’m sorry I didn’t mean it. -SH Don’t ignore me! -SH I know you’re doing this on purpose now. - SH I’m extremely bored. -SH I might just get the gun again. -SH Think about poor Mrs. Hudson. -SH You could be having lunch with me instead. I’m probably much cooler than whoever you’re with… -SH Read more… 14 messages “Oh for God’s sake.” Newt could clearly see that you were stressed by whoever this “Sherlock” person was. But it was his duty as your best friend, to cheer you up and have you smiling again. “Why don’t you come down to the case? It’s been a long time, and I’m sure the creatures miss you an awful lot.” He offered shyly. “That, Newtiekiens, would be wonderful.” You smile. ____ Pacing around the flat, Sherlock wondered why you were gone for so long. It’s been hours, where were? Not that he cares what you do, he was just worrying like John would, like a friend would, right? Yes, he was just doing what a good friend would do. Maybe it would be a good idea to go see if she’s alright. Uh, purely because her disappearing would be inconvenient. He quickly went to your room to see if you had left anything to tell him where you had gone. Some might say this was an invasion of privacy, but that doesn’t matter. He saw your journal open  with a post it note on the page saying where you were meeting a… Newt Scamander? Huh, odd name. He grabbed his coat and made his way to the café. ____ Needless to say, Newt’s suitcase full of magical, wonderful beasts never seizes to amaze. Of course there had been a few changes since the last time you’ve visited. One, unfortunately, being Frank the Thunderbird has now been set free back into the wilds Arizona. You weren’t supposed to have them, but he was your favourite, and while you were glad that he’s back where he belongs, you just wish you could’ve at least said goodbye. Now, Newt had taken in 3 Hippogriffs that had been trafficked, an injured Manticore and a baby Phoenix that was left in the rain. It felt good to be surrounded by magic once again. “I approve of the new additions to the family.” You grin, you felt like Newt and you were raising children. “Oh good, I thought you were going to make me kick them out.” He joked. You punched him lightly on the shoulder, “Shuddup.” You said, hiding a smile. There you were, sitting on a little hill, petting a baby Phoenix, head lying on Newt’s shoulder. It was a sweet scene. “You know, you should him give this to Professor Dumbledore…” you mumble, “Didn’t he say he liked phoenixes?” “Hmm, maybe I will.” He smiled down at you. “So, have you found yourself a boyfriend yet?” You groaned and lied down, “Damn it Newt, it was nice and now you made all… ewww.”  You scrunched your face as if you bit a lemon. “So there is someone?” “No! Maybe…? I don’t know, it’s really really complicated.” You covered your face with your hand. “Not sure if I’m following.” You peeked from under your hand, “Not sure if I do, Salamander.” “Do explain.” You whine a bit more, but sat up straight, “Alright, fine! If your so interested in my love life.” “So there’s a guy, he’s kind of a rude, arrogant arse, but once you get to know him he’s really sweet, in his own way. He’s really really damn smart. And he definitely knows it, but probably the smartest man in the world.. He has these beautiful blue eyes, you could just drown in them. And his hair, I swear it’s not natural, it shouldn’t be, must’ve sold his soul or something… actually that would explain a lot…” Newt laughs, “I’m sure he’s not soulless.” “Yeah, no, you’d be fooled. But still, he’s just wonderful, even if he’s a handful most of the time.” You sigh a little.

“Does he have a name?” He inquired.

“Well, most people call him, dickhead, rude, a self-righteous cock, but I think he prefers to call himself Sherlock.”

He laughs again.

“Sounds like you really like this guy.” “Not exactly sure if he like me back. Not sure if he’s capable of liking anyone.” “Cheer up, he’d have to be out of his bloody mind not to like you. If he really is the smartest man in the world, then he has to see how wonderful you are. Trust me.” “You’re my best friend, you're obligated to say that, Newt.” You say while yawning. He puts his arm around you and you snuggle into his shoulder. You were about to drift off into sleep when– “Do hope I’m not interrupting anything.” You're wide awake now. You turn around, and sure enough, Sherlock Holmes was standing behind you. How the hell? What?! “W-what? Sherlock?! How did you find me? How did you find this place?!” You were pretty sure your jaw was on the floor. “Oh please, you left your journal open and Mr. Salamander–“ “Scamander.” “–Scamander, should really hide this… whatever this is, somewhere more sealed off next time..” He sounded… bitter? “So you followed me!” You huffed. He furrowed his eyebrows and stared at you, “Yes, of course I followed you, that much was obvious!” “Unbelievable, Sherlock, unbelievable.” “I was worried! You were gone for hours I didn’t know where you were!” He defended himself. You scoffed, “Wow, that is a really shitty excuse Sherlock.” “Okay, in my defence, as a detective, you following a strange man into a dark alleyway is really shady.” “Well it isn’t any of your damn business.” “(Y/N), maybe cal–“ “Sorry that I was being a good friend for once, okay? Won't be trying that again since you were clearly having a great time here with loverboy.” He spat. “Uh, we aren’t, I’m not–“ “You have no idea how insensitive your being.” “Right, ‘cos that’s Sherlock Holmes. The insensitive, arrogant prick. Hmm?” He rolled his eyes, “What is this anyways? This place is… impossible.”

“I’m a wizard.” He squeaked out, just a smidge intimidated by the man. “A wizard?” He laughed. “Yes, a wizard what were you expecting?” You hissed at him, still pissed at his actions, “Most people don’t know about the wizarding community, muggles are usually ignorant to magic.” “… Muggles?” “They’re non-wizard folk.” Newt explained to him. “Okay…” Sherlock said trying to process this, and he was failing quite wonderfully at it too.  How in the world could this possibly be real? It seemed like a dream, too wacky and bizarre to be reality. Perhaps he was dreaming, and this was all just a horrible nightmare he would soon awake from.

“Yes, and you weren’t ever supposed to know. If you hadn’t followed us this wouldn’t be a problem.” He narrowed his eyes, “Sorry for the inconvenience then, Your Majesty.” “Definitely not as much as I am, trust me.” You glared back at him. “So what does your boyfriend do? Is he a magical animal rescuer?” He hadn't meant to come off rude. Or maybe he had, you never really know with Sherlock.

“I am a magizoologist.” This time Newt glared at him.

“And he’s not my boyfriend, so  would you stop saying that!” Sherlock was really really starting to get on your nerves. “Oh? Then what is he?” He challenged. “He’s my best friend, okay? I can have those, right? They can be guys can’t they?” “Don’t lie to me, (Y/N).” He said, he look hurt. Beyond hurt. “Why would she lie to you? If weren’t busy being jealous you could see she loves you…” Whether Newt had meant to let that slip or not, it was enough to get both of you to freeze.

Your eyes widened at Newt like, “Dude! Not cool!” “Was… w-was I not supposed to say that?” He looked at you sheepishly. “I’m not being jealous. She can date whoever the hell she wants.” Sherlock said, not very convincingly though. Your face morphs from confused to sly. You finally realize why Sherlock’s been acting weird all day, ohhhh someone is jealous. “Awwww Sherl, you don’t have to be jealous!” You tease. “I am not jealous.” He whines, like a child who wants a toy.

“Good, ‘cos you’re the only guy for me.” You grab him by his shirt and kissed him. At first he didn’t do anything, he remained still, shocked at the gesture. Then he started to melt into the kiss and kissed back with more passion, his hands moved to your waist and pulled you closer to him. You'd forgotten everything else and remained focused on one thing. Each other. It had ended quicker than either of you would’ve like, but since your senses were still on fire you didn't say anything.

“So, uh, you two are good right?” Newt said, as he shifted awkwardly.

You laughed and pulled Newt into a hug. 

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” You whisper in his ear.

“You better.” He smiled and whispered back.

You looked back Sherlock, “So, uh, are we, um, a thing then? I know you don't really do this sort of stuff...” 

“I would like to be, yes.” He beamed.

“Okay then, Mr. Holmes.”You pulled him into another kiss.

“(Y/N), GET OUT! STOP TAINTING MY CHILDREN.” 

[dork-in-a-trenchcoat]

~Of Traps and Tricks - Part 2~

((Trimmed from here))

@ask-flip-frost

Soft clinking sounded from within the Portal back at the hotel where Flip had disappeared through into her distillery. Moments later, she emerged followed by a parade of wonky bottles glowing in various colors as well as a sizeable cauldron. There were hundreds of them, but more than half were bright, buttery yellow.

The Portal closed with a hiss. Each bottle arranged itself in a neat line after the cauldron plunked hard onto the floor and poured itself into it.

“You should each take a drink to get the ooze off of you. It won’t hurt. Just makes you feel optimistic. Brave. Happy. For a while.” she suggested over her shoulder to the brothers. “Cas doesn’t dream, I can smell the emptiness in him, so he won’t need any. Alex definitely needs some regardless, so try and talk him into it, ne? Peer pressure is always fun, right?”

It wasn’t really a concept that she preferred, but juuuuust in case. It was never a good thing to have one of the pieces on your chessboard susceptible to living horrors. It would make the job ever so much more difficult.

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@ask-thedepressedkidatthetable

“I wasn’t paying attention.” Alex said sheepishly, smiling to Castiel. Alex had been much more like Flip and Dean in regard that it was super legit important to take over the computer from Sam because it was his fault he brought it out in the first place! Did they ever see Alex sharing his computer with them? No! Well, except that one time Dean asked what he had been looking at so intently for the past hour and he simply showed him several tabs worth of watercolor technique and the currant song mashup he was working on. (It didn’t work out to Alex’s expectations and he ended up trashing it but that’s besides the point).

“How to you know that? Have you ever tried?” Alex said as he stepped on the cart, kicking himself off and virtually flying down the aisle. “Wooooo! I’m  going to touch everything!” Alex called back to Cas as the two other people in the store shot him dirty looks.

He came by a few minutes later, standing on the cart as he skidded to a stop next to the angel. “Yes?” Alex asked, picking up the one stick of dynamite he had grabbed, holding it between his fingers similar to a cigar as he looked to the angel. “As you can see, I grabbed anything important.” He said giving a single handed flourish to the contents of the cart that held for lack of a better phrase, complete and random junk! And a disproportionate amount of rope.

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Both Winchester brothers leaned back in their chairs to glance into the portal, almost toppling over trying to seem like they weren’t looking when the tiny woman came back through. The last thing they wanted to do was drink an unidentified glowing substance. They gave the Fairy a set of disbelieving glares.

Back at the store, Castiel tried to come up with a proper response to the bubble gum retort, but could find none. He had not tried it before. When the young man had sailed away down the aisle, Cas ducked his head and gave the onlookers an apologetic mumble, red to the ears.

After adding his items to the cart, he observed what Alex had picked out. Well. They wouldn’t be running out of rope anytime soon.

“Now that you’ve touched everything...” he reached out and picked the dynamite out of the other’s hand, then threw it over his shoulder. “Let’s go. Have a candy bar instead.”

When they got back to the hotel, Castiel pressed open the door and plopped the bags he’d been carrying on the table. Surprisingly, both Winchesters were arguing over who would be first to take a shot of something glowing.

“What’s going on?” Cas sighed.

“Flip says we’ve gotta drink some of this junk to ward off bad stuff. Sam lost the coin toss and he won’t do it.” Dean groused.

“You can’t use a double-sided coin, that’s cheating!” Sam snapped.

Castiel rolled his eyes, took the shot glasses, and splashed the contents into their open mouths mid-argument. Both boys shot the Angel a bewildered look, which slowly melted into very pleased expressions. Whatever it was, it was sweet, delicious, and for the moment neither boy felt bothered by anything that had ever happened to them.

“That’s not bad.” Dean admitted, pouring a fresh shot and thrusting it towards Alex. “Your turn, kid.”

[surgoiaru]

I was tagged by the sweet @raphsantiagay (THANKYOU I LOVE THESE THINGS, I LOVE BEING TAGGED IN THINGS IN GENERAL <3)

I tag all my mutuals who haven’t done this and everyone else who follows me if they want to as well! <3

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name | Aleksander

nickname | Aleks and/or Kaz

zodiac sign | Gemini (pls don't hate me I sear I'm nice)

height | Uhhhhh.... 5'3" I think??

sexual orientation | Ik my tab says "Gay as fuck" But ehhh...I've been questioning myself, don't want to label myself.

ethnicity | European (Idk if Kiwi is an ethnicity or not)

favourite fruit | A P P L E S

favourite season | Winter, I love an excuse to practically hibernate all season, I like wearing wooly socks, the cool breeze that hits after the deathrays of Summer and the blasted wind of Autumn, it's usually quieter here in the Winter too, so it's the perfect season for peaceful walks

favourite book | Hands down a fan of any book set in the Grishaverse writen by Leigh Bardugo, she is like, my ido, my inspiration, her fantasy world is amazing and structured and so far the whole grisha trilogy and S.O.C has given me so many fels, i'm excited to read Crooked Kingdom when it arrives! ;;

favourite flower | chrysanthemums, even though I'm highly allergic

favourite scent | Either Vanilla Latte or Raspberry Mochaccino,

favourite colour | fuk I can't pick just one, I love ocean colours (those blues to greens and every shade inbetween), but on the otherhand sunrise/sunset colours are just goregeous (peaches, purples, soft oranges, yellows, reds)

favourite animal | hmmmmm...The first thing that comes to mind would be the Orca. But i'm also a fan for them Birds of Paradise

coffee, tea or hot cocoa | Lemon Scented Tea with a dash of milk and sugar is lif

average sleep hours | HAH, my slep is all over the place, lately I've been functioning on 2 hours, but I used to usually get around 12-13 hours

cat or dog person | Orcas are love, Orcas are life, also seals.

favourite fictional character | *internally screaming at having to choose* Fuck man right now it's a tossup between Genya Safin, Kaz Brekker, and Jesper Fahey

number of blankets you sleep with | 5 (I kid you not)

dream trip | Obviousy to Tekapou in NZ (actually doable) and just look up at the sky on a clear night and admire all the stars. Either that or visiting giant libraries all over the world and getting lost in their books, disappearing between shelves.

blog created | WOOOOO OK SO I MADE THIS WHEN I WAS A KID AND I HAVE NO REGRETS. 2011 or 2012 I think?

number of followers | 149

[survivor-marianas-trench]

“I TOOK A PHOTO WITH AN ONCOMING TRAIN!!!” - EPISODE 2

Me not being first boot??? *NUT BUTTON MEME* Amanda slaying and staying??? *NUT BUTTON MEME* Carson going and me, Liana, Christine, Lily, and Sam still being here even though we aren't officially aligned???? *NUT BUTTON MEME*

Ahhh me and kait did that i didnt expect it, im not sure how everything worked ut but it was wild whew, so many votes, im wary of kait cause she mightve lied to me but im hoping i can trust her

i only sent 1 pic for immunity so then i get lowest and i have chance of getting to cave or exile or whatever the heck and then hopefully i get idol and win the whole game woohoo

Well, that was a messy af tribal but it worked! I mean after the hell I went through, voting rob, then voting Amanda, then voting daisy only to find out I was too late and had to stick with rob! Like wtf. And for daisy to go home on a 3-2-1-1-1 with 2 null votes.  Like ok. And now we have a selfie olympics!!! Currently I'm sitting pretty with a 30% advantage in the challenge and 84 photos of things with the beginning letter for M or T!!!! I really would like to win this and stay immune for as long as humanly possibly lol. These tribals are messy right now because loyalties are just being formed Speaking of loyalties!! AMANDA!! I already love her #ThanksAHud! And I'm so glad that we are buddies! I'm just hoping that things work out for the both of us

That vote was a mess it seemed on Rob and Kait's tribe. Glad they stayed and Christine survived too. I'm not surprised Kait's tribe already voted for her, meanwhile the rest of us are sitting over here like: https://68.media.tumblr.com/894a6591ab3e2d171e8fec5d31ecbaeb/tumblr_omkup57QeN1r1gu3po1_400.gif

So Darian wins immunity.... https://media2.giphy.com/media/Rhhr8D5mKSX7O/200.webp#6 but I am also like  https://media0.giphy.com/media/IqO3mXbMLztHa/200.webp#4 See, I love Darian, but the issue is, I'm not sure if i can trust him, so he sort of needs to go soon,  but I see him sort of clean sweeping these immunities and that makes me a little worried honestly. I don't know what to expect this time around, and I am about to start sweating.... https://media0.giphy.com/media/VB5WwlZIt8eRy/200.webp#1

I'm a mess *takes a shot of vodka* I had 125 photos and forgot to turn them in. I TOOK A PHOTO WITH AN ONCOMING TRAIN! 

This feeling around camp has been so strange and I'm not sure if it's because I won or just because every tribal isn't gonna be the same. I had more people talking to me for the first tribal like right after results were posted and serious game talk with the whole tribe. Yesterday night only Sam, Lily, Christine and Dan messaged me but we didn't even talk game. (Well I guess that's about the same amount of people, but like the conversations were less in depth like they were the first time.) I just feel aimless in this game and I don't really have a good strategy. I'm not even sure I want to make it far because it always gets ugly once you get far enough. Lily just solidified our alliance of 4 (Dan, me, Sam, and her) and I think it'll be easy enough to ride it out with them for a while. I'm wary because I don't have anyone I'm really close to (because these are people I usually don't play with!) so I kinda feel like I'm on the bottom. Lily and Dan seem to closest and I know in the past Sam will have multiple close allies and not necessarily stay loyal to one overall. Kelsey freaking randomly disappeared again! If anything I'd trust him a bunch because he's new and I can influence him more easily probably into giving me information and voting with me, but I can't do that with this weird continued activity/inactivity. Might he actually be a catfish? We will never know. Also!! Silly Gabby and Jonny having too much fun in One World last night. I knew Jonny was in Rakiura but that's basically it. Now I know they know each other irl probably thanks for the tea y'all!! (ricky, goodness, you have too many friends in this game since I'm pretty sure you know sara irl too with all these Washington/barista coincidences!)

Moments later...

Oh! Yeah I forgot to mention that I'm trying to get the tea about the loser place since unfortunately I did not lose. I'm not close to Veronica (as in I have not talked to her since Day 1) so I have low chances of finding out from her, but I talked to Billy last night and asked him to ask Chrissa about it. Though he said earlier how he's not close to Chrissa so I'll probably end up asking her myself! :/ Since I don't plan on going to loser place, I need to make friends with everyone who goes so they can give me all of their idols/advantages...or at least agree with me on how to use them!!

I want Sam gone!!!

Why was I stupid enough to pick the thing that makes me inelegible to compete in challenges? I'm an idiot. 

so i don't know how to vote this round and no one is talking! like are you guys serious omg 

Sorta feeling indifferent about the challenge I tried super hard! But either way congrats to all that won! Someone had like 100ish I think I saw? Oh hellll no girl doing the most. Nervous for trible tonight it'll be my first! I don't think I'm going home though, I talked to Jordan and he said hunter because he didn't submit anything for the challenge and is pretty quiet. I don't even know the kid but as long as it's not me ya know! TBH if it had been my decision I would have voted Julia. The girl has "I love being beautiful" or some shit like that as her fucking quote on skype like ew girl your hella extra. 

i like kait and amanda

I'm just like so over Sam so I'm trying to get him out as revenge for Eddie. Fake ass. If I can't get him out in Emathia, might as well get him out here.

20 minutes later...

My allies are Rhea, Kait, and Darian (even if he did vote for me). I like Emma but I know she's probably upset about the first vote. Sam and Steven, you can go. I can try and bring in Andie and Amanda close to me, but it will be fishy to do it now. That's on my tribe. I like Jenn too, and Sam, and Shea <3. You never know in this game, I might go out, but I think my position in the tribe may increase? I can see it. I love Rhea so much. She's the purest cinnamon roll I've ever met. <3 100%

OKAY! So now that I actually have time, I've been talking to people on my tribe a lot more. I've been talking to Billy, Chrissa, Jonny and Gabby and they all are reasonable people. Whilst talking with them we talked about how Hunter is pretty inactive in the game and that we could look at him as a potential first boot from the tribe. The whole twist of us being in One World and only have individual immunity has kind of flipped the entire game on it's head. Usually, weaker members of the tribe are targeted because they're a liability but weaker players don't really matter as much this season because tribal immunity exists. Which means that people that are stronger in challenges may start to be targeted to give those weaker people a better chance at winning individual. Honestly, good job Ricky and Monty because I've never seen this before and it's kind of fun. 

Well I didn't win the last challenge... My document glitched and I lost most of my pictures, but the fact that I would have won still keeps me going!

Kait is the best duo every she cuts the shit and gets right to the point and we murder everyone together its so fun. That being said I can't wait until i get to a point where i can work with my loves Luke and Dan. Also im going out and ACTUALLY having a social life so this is all the updates youre getting from me tonight! Wooooo

i cant believe i worked to get a self vote when i already had one like the FUCK why do bad things happen to slightly nice people 

I literally don't know what's happening bc I've been gone all day bc it's spring break, but I know I'm not going so BLESS

Well. Officially in an alliance with dan, Sam, and Liana. I love it. We are called the game changers but I wonder if everyone is doing that right now. Veronica should be going tonight, but I question if it should be shea. But I think Veronica is a good vote right now and shea would be better for the following vote. I don't know honestly if either goes it doesn't matter too much to me. I love this whole tribe but someone has to go. 

I confess to shovin a whole bag a jellybeans up my ass.

so basically this round i lost immunity again but idc bc i know these ho's and they not gonna do anything... I hope. So basically the plan was for veronica to throw immunity and get last so she could go on the reward and scout it out for steven and i bc us 3 r in a alliance. she did but she got a self vote. basically everyone wanted to vote veronica but bc of sheas fight with carson we r voting shea. i feel bad bc i like shea but i cant lose veronica this early. i put my neck out on the line so if i get sent home ill be sad but ill def understand why

ALLL RIGHT so this round i haven't done much/heard anything BUT IM WATCHING BAYKOR WILSON PLAY MUSIC AT JONNY FAIRPLAYS BIRTHDAY PARTY AND THE DEAD GRANDMA IS HERE 

My drunk ass needs to write a confessional in the next hour oops!! I hope that Veronica goes but apparently it's either Veronica or Shea. I just really hope it's not me. My tribe is quiet as fuck so I have no clue what's really hoping. Here's hoping my drunk ass makes it through 

i'm dead @ finding the idol. my goal is to idol liana out i think that'd be a boppin time, but for now i just wanna like continue not really doing a whole lot and let rob keep being out there on everyone's radar while i just say that no one talks to me so i can get more tea from them bc they think i'm in their back pocket. voting sam tonight.............i'm poppin' bottles! nah idrc about him leaving, he never talks to me and it's always like really forced when i go out of my way every fucking time to start a conversation with him. it's just really frustrating like i hate this tribe so much. social game says hello, freaks! i kinda hate having the idol because it's so much pressure to like play it at the right time and premerge is so delicate, especially with so many people and with me not really having a TIGHT alliance i just whew.

I think I'm going :( no ones socializing with me. Billy is just a cop out, says he doesn't want to throw out a name. Pssstt

My, my, my. What a LOVELY week this has been. So currently, our tribe is back at it again with dat council swag. I didn't do well in immunity, like I knew I would. However, if anyone can win, I'm very glad Miss Moana SNATCHED the title. Last tribal council, I flopped. I was inactive and that's unacceptable so this week I'm really pushing myself to be a deciding factor force like Ariana Grande deciding to snatch weaves when she breathes. With my reputation currently, I don't think people really assume that I even have it in me to be strategic. Little do THEY know...they are wrong. AHAHAHAHAHAHHAA. Now, Seamus has informed me that the vote is Shea. However, Seamus is a GOOBER. Shea and I have really become close and the fact that Seamus literally pms me to vote Shea BEFORE asking me how I am shows his inner Kesha: his True Colours. I don't really like the fact that Seamus is just treating me like a free vote because I know what his intention. I already can smell that he wants to drag me as a cute, innocent vote until he makes the merge with his best friends and takes me out. THAT'S going to be a no zone. Although that is the persona I'm going for, I feel like Seamus already has suuuuch a big plan for getting to the end and...I'm not a part of that. And if you're going to count me out, henny, count on getting to stepping. Or something exotic like that, tee hee~! I feel really nervous for Shea. I told her that Seamus was wanting to eliminate her and she immediately almost spoiled everything. She's an emotional player and that's the kind of I want to keep around. Those are the ones who never see through my fakeness and the kind that are targeted before good ol' sweetheart me. The only other option is Veronica so for this week, I'm going to try and flip a few people to do so. The last vote was so unified that it's quite scary actually...if things keep going the way they are, I have no doubt that eventually it'll be my log chopped by the axe. My advantage for this week's vote is that no one really has a reason NOT to trust me. With Veronica, they KNOW she's a scrappy player. And I believe I can use that to my advantage. Y'all don't know me, y'all don't know what I've been through! And NO ONE is going to believe that cutesy little Arianator weeabo is pulling strings. I learned from my past Tumblr competitions that playing aggressively gets out fast. I know now playing passively gets you treated like a child. Here...everything has to be subtle. Small little touches, here and there. And if you do enough of that, maybe the trickle of water can erode the rock. That's what I'm hoping to do here. If somehow, we can do the impossible, not only will I establish myself as a real C.O.M.P.E.T.I.T.O.R in this tribe, but I'll have pulled off a blindside that's really shocking and game changing. Maybe it's a bit too early to be calling shots...but I've got to do something. I think people already have caught on to the fact that something's afoot and the alarms are already blaring. I'm past the point of no return, so even if I wanted to, I can't allow myself to have regrets! I carry the name of a queen of BBCAN and a king of The Vampire Diaries. I'm here to slash throats, save my family and wear ugg boots. And hopefully...this is the start of something legendary~! Wish me luck, darlings! Certainly sincerely, Canada's Self-Proclaimed Favourite; Kelsey Mikaelson! <3

ALRIGHT...So I'm really hoping Shea goes this tribal cause like....He can't be chill for one second in this game.  Literally the plan was to get Veronica out but once he hears his name he quits? C'mon now.. Don't even get me started on Kelsey telling him his name was thrown out cause like!?!? We're doing that so no one gets in trouble here why are you doing this!?!? I just don't understand Kelsey like I really wanted to like her but...She's on thin ice at this point. I just hope this isn't a ploy and something goes wrong but I guess we'll see!

So like wtf is happening, cause I don't have a clue. I'm loyal to Emma and I guess maybe Rhea. Idk Rhea just talks to me sometimes but right now that is good enough for me. Right I'm just waiting for a tribe swap so we can stop going to tribal every round

[stardancerluv]

Roman’s Rough Day

This was written specifically for @theblackmaskclub Enjoy!

One shot here.

Warning: Smut. Semi exhibitionism, regular sex, breath!play, teasing, Roman gets shot, Language.

Gazing, into the mirror you were making sure your hair and make-up was just right. Despite, your concern from not hearing from Roman all day, you still had to preform tonight. You were on edge. He had not called you back or even sent a text message. That was unlike him, especially when he had an important meeting.

When, all of a sudden Zsasz came into your dressing room.

“Zsasz, excuse you.” Turning, you were taken a back. You leaned against your dressing table arms crossed. Annoyance, running through you. “This is my private dressing room, you of all should know that.”

He rolled his eyes, “Listen, Songbird.”

“I have a name. Only Roman can call me Songbird.”

He gave you a look.

“Alright, what?” You and Zsasz had always been politely distant to each other. He thought you made “boss” weak and he was not afraid to let know that.

“Roman, got shot.” He said flatly.

“What?” You felt as if one of his knives struck you in the heart. You stood up, uncrossing your arms. “Is he ok? Where is he?”

“He’s ok. It was a mere flesh wound.”

“And...”

“I, he didn’t want you to practically pounce him when you see him.”

Now, you were the only who rolled your eyes. “I am not a child, if I see that something is wrong with Roman, I can curb myself.”

“Alright. Well, he’ll be down shortly.” He eyed you. “The show must go on.”

You took a deep breath. “Yes.”

He opened the door, he made a wide sweeping gesture. “After you.”

“I’m not...oh never mind.” You walked past him. You were shook to the core knowing something happened to Roman. You tried to see if you could see him in the crowd, but be was nowhere to be seen.

After making your way to the stage, you briefly spoke with the piano player and discussed the line up. You’d sing songs you knew Roman liked.

As you walked up to the microphone, you inhaled deeply. A hush came over the club then the spotlights illuminated you as you grabbed the microphone.

*****

Resting his elbow on the door of the Bentley, Roman was confident that he did not like this guy. He was never fond of this part of Gotham. It was dirty and it smelled worse then his territory on the docks.

It was slaughterhouse row. All the meat that fed Gotham and Metropolis for that matter was slaughtered there.

Even with the windows closed he could already smell the putrid smells that filled the area. He took out his handkerchief and held it to his nose. He smiled.

He was remembering this morning, he had watched a smile spread across your face as he had come over to you. He had tilted your face up to press a kiss against your soft lips. He promised you, lhe would be back at the club before you sang tonight.

Perhaps, he’d stop and get you flowers or something, you had dropped enough hints that sometimes boyfriends gave their girlfriends something simple like that. He didn’t like things simple but if you liked it, he would try.

“Boss, you ready?” Zsasz asked.

Just then he realized they had arrived. “Yeah! As much as I am going to be.” He tucked the handkerchief back into his suit-jacket’s breast pocket.

He took his gun out, he made sure all the parts were working and that it was loaded made sure it was loaded. This kind of meeting that guns were needed. He liked meetings on his own terms, this one wasn’t.

Zsasz, sounding incredibly bored, reminded him of what was going to happen. “It’s supposed to be just one of Harvey’s lower level men.”

“Zsasz , I know....Blah, blah...”

“....who had thought we could talk about getting protection for this.”

“Blah, blah...” He rolled his eyes. “This better go fucking smoothly.”

“We’ll handle them either way.” Zsasz commented confidently.

“Harvey, knows better then to fuck with me, you.”

Zsasz then got out of the car, Roman waited till be gave the all clear. He grimaced. There was not a soul around.

“Are we supposed to go in there?” He pointed to the door.

The double metal doors slid open. A figure came into view. “Roman Sionis?” Hollered the person.

“Is that Sammy the Fly.” Roman asked Zsasz quietly. He had been in no mood to have this meeting.

“Yeah.”

“Sammy! How good to see you!” Roman shouted back.

A bullet whizzed by his head and hit the pavement. “What the fuck!” He screamed. He pulled out his gun and ducked down. Seeing someone finally, he shot at them.

“We’re going to take you out Sionis!”

“Not today!”

He lined up Sammy the Fly, and pulled the trigger. He went down. Opening the car door, he looked around. “Get the fuck down and stay down.” He screamed at his driver.

Turning back to , “we gotta clear fucking building.” Zsasz, remarked. “The intel tells us there are ten of them.” He saw, as he took down two more men. He crept from behind the car door, and got a few more of himself. “We’re getting these assholes.”

That’s when he was slammed to the ground, a scream was torn from his lips. An image of you flashed before his eyes.

Zsass, got two more then, everything grew silent. From the ground, he looked around.

“What the fuck?” He finally screamed. Zsass, was immediately helping him up. As he sat up, he saw that blood came from a slice on his upper arm. “One of them got me!”

Zsass practically grabbed, pulled him into the car. “Get us to the fucking doctor.”

“There is going to be fucking blood for this.” He promised.

*****

Roman, glared at the floor before him. “Hey! Stop tugging that hard, it fucking hurts.” He snapped as the doctor, who sewed him up. He turned to Zsasz, “You break it to Y/N when we get back to the club. I am changing out of this fucking suit before I come downstairs.”

“Sure boss.”

“No one can see me like this. I can’t appear weak.”

He barked a laugh when he saw that Harvey had left him a voicemail. He held it to his ear.

He pulled it way. He smirked. “Looks like Harvey wants to talk.” He chuckled. Scrolling he saw your messages and swallowed he had hated not calling you back but you were a good girl you would understand.

*****

You let the piano’s melody run through you and let your voice work it’s magic. Despite being filled with concerned, you were putting on a fantastic performance.

“Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away...If you can use some exotic booze...There's a bar in far Bombay...Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away....”

You almost stopped right there when you saw Roman walking over to the stage. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Come fly with me, let's float down to Peru...In llama-land there's a one-man band...And he'll toot his flute for you..Come fly with me, let's take off in the blue...”

He drew closer and closer still as you sang. You began to sing solely to him.

“Once I get you up there...Where the air is rarefied...We'll just glide...Starry-eyed...Once I get you up there....I'll be holding you so near...You may hear...Angels cheer, 'cause we're together....”

You could distinctly see a wide smile spread across his face. He looked at you over the top of his tinted shades at you.

“Weather-wise, it's such a lovely day...Just say the words and we'll beat the bird...Down to Acapulco Bay...It is perfect for a flying honeymoon, they say...Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away...”

If only you two could disappear. You needed to know what happened. Your mind clouded with worry. Your heart raced looking at him. Though you would finish the final hour.

“Once I get you up there...Where the air is rarefied...We'll just glide...Starry-eyed...Once I get you up there...I'll be holding you so near...You may hear...Angels cheer, 'cause we're together...”

You watched as his lips curled into a smirk. It made you wonder what he had up his sleeve.

“Weather-wise, it's such a lovely day...You just say the words and we'll beat the birds...Down to Acapulco Bay...It's perfect for a flying honeymoon, they say...Come fly with me, let's fly let's fly...Pack up let's fly away....”

People were cheering and clapping as you finished the song. You sang to not feel the anguish at the idea of him being wounded. You watched as Roman turned to the people in the club. They all grew silent.

“Wooooo...” He gave a call of excitement. He started clapping. ”Let’s hear it again for my little song bird tonight!” People cheered and clapped. He turned back to you, offering a hand. You happily took it and climbed down from the stage. “Tonight, our song bird will be taking flight early but she will be back in a few days time.” He addressed the club.

More cheers filled the club. With a twirl of his finger, you could hear him groan softly as he did and the piano began playing a lively tune.

Holding your hand, people moved so the two of you could easily make it to wherever, you walked. “We’re going up to the penthouse.” He told you, in a determined tone so only you heard it. He pushed the button, and you waited. Since Roman, yourself and Zsasz were the only ones who used it, you didn’t have to wait long.

It dinged and your heart practically felt like it would leap out of your chest as you both walked in. That’s when you saw a fairly large bouquet waiting in there. You gasped and looked at Roman. “Roman!” You exclaimed.

He smiled and unbuttoned his suit jacket. He sighed and leaned against the wall beside the buttons in elevator. You scooped up the bouquet. “Do you like baby?” He looked pale now that you were away from the lights in the club.

“I love them.” You inhaled deeply. “They are amazing.” The doors, swung open and you followed him out. He went and sunk into his chair that sat near a very large table. He took off his tinted glasses.

The sight of the table still gave you butterflies when you would look at it. That first night neither of you could wait to get to his bed. You shifted onto it and he had climbed over you.

You hopped onto the edge of said table, placing the bouquet beside you. Crossing your legs, you let your leg swing a little as the worry you had been filled with was draining away. “Roman...”

His blue eyes met yours as he held a finger up. “Baby, I’m ok.” He paused. “Just fucking hurts.”

“Good.” You would let him tell you what he wanted you to know.

“We handled it too.”

“I’m glad.”

“Damn,” He shifted in his seat so he faced you more. “Look at you.”

You took a demure pose. “I always try to look good for you.” You tell him simply.

“You look very good.” Bracing himself on the arm rest with his good arm he stood. He then came over to you. “That’s awfully long I can’t even see you.”

“Far too long in some cases.” You agreed. Bending over, you grabbed the hem of the dress. You raised it till it sat on your thighs.

“Much better, your legs were hiding.” Without him saying a word you uncrossed your legs and opened them. He came closer till was between your legs.

He rested a hand on one of your thighs, he gave a soft squeeze. “One has to demure and alluring while preforming for you.”

“Exactly. I can’t let anyone get any ideas about my girl.” He chuckled. “You do belong to me after-all.”

His hand went from your thigh to your throat. “Right, baby?” He gave a soft squeeze. Excitement blossomed in the pit of your stomach, that was your Roman. The glint that always made your breathless was in his eyes. “I belong to you.” He kissed you then.

You let yourself melt into it, all the worry and frustration just disappeared. Beside the taste that was uniquely him, you could distantly taste a martini he must have had before coming down to the club.

He broke the kiss slowly, his lips lingering with yours before he spoke again. “Do you remember what we have done on this table?” His eyes mischievous.

“I’ll never forget.” You swallowed. “Do you remember what I under this table?”

You saw him press his lips together. You had felt ignored that day. He had taken one phone call after another. Promising the next and the next one would be the last but it didn’t happen. You decided to get his attention.

You had crawled under the table, something he had failed to notice. You had deftly crawled over to him and began undoing the button then lowering the zipper of his slacks. He had tried to shoo you, your hands away but was unsuccessful.

In the end, he enjoyed you blowing him while he was on the phone. Of course at that moment, you had no idea what he’d have in store for you. But you still ache deliciously from the memories of what he did. He licked his lips then. “I do.”

His hand dragged from your throat, down the front of your body till he reached the now very wet apex between your legs. “Roman.” you breathed. You grew wetter as his hand was there just holding you “Yes, baby.”

The elevator must have dinged and the door must have opened but none of those sounds touched your ears. To be honest, you were only focused on him.

“Oh damn, it sorry boss.” You heard Zsasz mutter.

Roman didn’t move his hand and you barely looked in his direction. You became flustered when you heard his voice.

“Zsasz, I fucking told you I am taking the rest of the night off.”

“I..I..I..fuck never mind. I will swing by tomorrow.” What you did hear was what sounded as if someone racing away.

Roman, evilly smirked at you. “Do you think he knew I was holding you, that I felt as you got wetter upon being exposed?”

“I hope not. Though I’m sure he hears.” Zsasz, lived a floor below. Why have a bodyguard if be wasn’t close by.

“Damn.” Roman, muttered mostly under his breath. He took a step away. “Scoot to the edge.” He demanded. The reaching for your panties he tugged at them, you shift so they’d come off. He tugged once more and then they fell off your legs and fell to floor.

The thin straps of your dress fell half way down your upper arm revealing how you had not needed a bra to look that amazing under your dress. “Free your arms.”

“Ok.” And soon you did, the dress was a mass of fabric scrunched up at your waist.

He came over, licking teasing your breasts. As he stood there. He looked at you and shook his head. “Take the rest of that dress off.” You did as you were told.

All you had on now was your heals and he was still completely clothed, there was something about that excited you further.

“Watch me.” He demanded. You did. He undid his belt, then the button then he lowered the zipper. He made a soft sound and then he took himself out. He was incredibly hard and magnificent, you mouth missed the feel of him there.

“Lay back, baby.”

You did but propped yourself up on your elbows as you watched him come over, you opened yourself wider. You moaned as he entered you.

“Oh Roman.” You wrapped your legs around him as he moved in and out of you. “You feel so good.”

He ran his hands up you body. You arched as you felt his touch. Moving, you came up to him moaning louder as he entered you deeper. You two kissed, your tongues meeting passionately.

The two of you began to move faster. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer. “Roman,” you breathed, you tossed your head back. One of his hands caressed and gently squeezed your throat. You loved how he’s exert his dominance over you. Made your pleasure heighten, as all you could do was moan and writhe under him.

“Are you going to cum for me baby?”

You met his eyes. “Yes.” He slowed his movements.

“Y/N, mmm I want you to cum for me.”

You felt your release came so close. “So close. So....oh Roman.” Then you called out.

“That’s my girl.” He moved into hard and faster within you.

You moaned, it felt so good. “Y/N,” he moaned out your name.

****

Sometime later the you two had gone to lay, recline in his bed. Finding one of his t-shirts, you slipped it on. Sighing, they were very soft and large on you. Laying on your stomach, with an arm draped over him, you looked up at him and his bandaged arm. You listened to how he told you about getting grazed by that bullet.

His slender fingers played with your hair as he spoke. It was unspoken but both of you were relieved to be where you two were. Alone and safe in his bedroom. Though in the back of his mind he slowly plotted his revenge. No one would shoot at Roman Sionis and get away with it.