#only when he feels cornered do strong emotions come pouring out

[masteredinstinct]

louis being unable to verbalise his love or his feelings towards others in a proper healthy way only to then get upset when people misinterpret his intentions makes me want to shake him violently

[pedroscurls]

in every lifetime (pt. 4)

summary: logan goes to your apartment late in the night to make things right. finally. pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader tags / warnings: angst - post deadpool & wolverine ("worst" logan!variant), no use of y/n. word count: 1.2k a/n: so i certainly wasn't going to go this route for this chapter (it was originally gonna consist of a lot of yelling and all of that, but there is a softness to logan and add this song... i just couldn't write it the way i originally wanted). but anyway! thank you to everyone who's read this story - it holds a special place in my heart. i think we have one more chapter left before i consider this complete! our bb logan deserves a happy ending and i don't think i can torture him anymore lol. stay tuned though bc i'm gonna continue writing more for this character (i'm so obsessed). song lyrics will be in italics btw song: you are the reason by calum scott prev. part - next part.

Of course it’s raining. 

Logan shouldn’t have taken his motorcycle, but he wanted to get to you as fast as he could. There aren’t that many cars this late at night, but he still does have to swerve between traffic to get to your apartment. He’s drenched by the time he approaches your street, parking his motorcycle on the first spot he sees along the curb. He strokes his wet hair away from his face as he feels the heaviness weigh on his chest – he doesn’t know if you’d even hear him out, but he has to try. 

It isn’t until he gets near your apartment that he realizes maybe coming to your apartment this late in the night wasn’t a good idea. But he stops in his tracks when he sees you step out, immediately getting drenched in your oversized crewneck and plaid pajama pants. Despite the heavy rain, Logan knows you’ve been crying. Can see the way you cross your arms over your chest as you bite down on your lower lip. He can hear your heart beating, can hear how you’re stifling your sobs, can hear you whisper over and over: I’m so tired. I’m so tired. I’m so tired.

He isn’t sure why you’ve come outside, why you’re standing in the pouring rain, but he knows that he wants to pull you into his arms. Logan slowly begins to walk towards you, careful not to startle you. As he gets closer and closer to you, Logan feels the sudden urge to reach out to you, to wipe your tears away, to tell you that he’s here. 

And that he isn’t going anywhere. 

You don’t hear him and you’re so close to just yelling, screaming at the top of your lungs and asking the universe why? Why did it take your Logan away only to bring some version of him back? A version that wanted nothing to do with you? 

Your hands curl into fists, tears streaming down your face, hair and clothes completely soaked. You’re about to turn back around to go inside because you feel that if you stay out here another minute longer, you’re surely going to lose it. And you can’t. Laura still needs you. 

And you still need to be strong for her. 

Just as you’re about to reach for the handle of your front door, you hear his voice. It’s quiet, but it’s loud enough that you can hear it past the rain. You feel like your heart is beating out of your chest when your eyes meet his. 

Time suddenly seems to stand still as you stare into each other’s eyes. You’re standing on your front steps with Logan on the sidewalk, gazing up at you. You can see the look on his face, the complete vulnerability that he’s displaying as he stares up at you.

All of his guarded walls are down. For you. Only ever for you. 

There goes my heart beating 'Cause you are the reason I'm losing my sleep Please come back now

Slowly, he takes a step closer to you and you do the same. Neither of you say anything, the sound of the rain encompassing the both of you. You feel so overwhelmed with emotion and just like earlier that night, you yearn to reach out for him, to just be pulled into his arms. 

Logan can feel his own tears pool at the corners of his eyes as he keeps his gaze on you. He deserves this. He deserves you. He deserves a second chance to make things right. To be happy. To be loved. By you.

And there goes my mind racing  And you are the reason  That I'm still breathing  I'm hopeless now

As you take a step closer to him, so does Logan. Now standing in front of each other, mere inches separating your bodies, Logan reaches up to cup your cheek. You let out a shaky breath and shut your eyes momentarily, leaning into his touch as you bring a hand up to wrap around his wrist. Logan inhales sharply, your touch electrifying him once more. 

When your eyes flutter open, Logan steps closer, head dipping lower… 

I'd climb every mountain And swim every ocean Just to be with you And fix what I've broken

“In every lifetime and in every universe,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your lips. “I’m yours.” 

Your hand tightens around his wrist as your other hand comes up to rest on his chest. Tears pool around your eyes as the rain continues to come down. “Logan…”

“And with every fiber of my being, I will always love you.” Logan clears his throat, resting his forehead gently against yours as he brushes his nose with yours. 

Your hand on his chest clutches the fabric of his shirt, pulling him flush against you. Logan’s hand drops from your cheek to rest on your hip, lips pressing lightly on your cheek. 

And if I could turn back the clock I'd make sure the light defeated the dark I'd spend every hour, of every day Keeping you safe

It isn’t until your hands move to wrap around his shoulders that Logan snakes his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him. He holds you tightly to his chest, burying his face against the side of your neck. 

This… This is where he belongs. With you. 

He lets out a sigh of relief and tightens his hold on you when he feels your body begin to tremble with quiet sobs. This is as much of a relief for you as it is for him. This is your second chance and while your Logan will forever hold a special place in your heart, you feel lucky enough to be able to get another chance with a version of him. 

The rain continues to pour down on the both of you, not bothersome in the slightest. Slowly, he pulls back enough to look down at you. His eyes move lower until he gazes at your lips and then back up at your eyes. Logan brings a hand up to rest on your cheek, gently brushing the pad of his thumb against you.

I'd climb every mountain And swim every ocean Just to be with you

“I’d love you in every lifetime,” you repeat from the first night you saw him. “And that includes this one.”

“I’m here,” Logan whispers. “I’m with you, bub.”

You nod slowly, bringing your hands to gently push his wet hair away from his face. Logan’s lips turn upwards as his lips brush against yours lightly and it takes everything in him not to just kiss you because he knows that you both have a long way to go. 

But he wants you to know that he’s no longer going to run. 

He’s going to be here, right by your side. 

Just like how it should be in this universe, in his universe, and in every universe out there. 

This was right where he belonged. 

'Cause I need you to see That you are the reason

“Logan?” you whisper, eyes gazing down at his lips.

“Yeah, darlin’?” 

“Kiss me,” you say quietly. “Please…”

Logan smiles, his hand splaying on the side of your neck as his thumb brushes against your jawline. Slowly, he shuts his eyes and leans in to press his lips against yours. 

Finally.

--

taglist: @its-in-the-woods @mynatureworld @wadewnstonwilson @squishyfruitloop @maybedisaster

@kellyxo1 @m1cky-y-y @flowersforbucky @namikyento

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Could you write a benedict bridgerton x reader fic where the reader is on bedrest for the last few weeks of her pregnancy due to pre-eclampsia, and benedict will not leave her side because he feels guilty having to just watch. Ben doesn't even touch his easel or see his family much to readers sadness

of course! hope you enjoy🫶🏼

Paint

Benedict Bridgerton x wife fem reader

Benedict Bridgerton was a man accustomed to the vibrant swirl of colors on his easel, the laughter of his family filling the halls of their home, and the lively events of the ton. But now, he found himself ensnared in a muted world, tethered to his beloved wife's bedside. The news had come suddenly: Y/N was to be on strict bedrest for the remainder of her pregnancy due to pre-eclampsia. The worry etched into the physician's face was mirrored in Benedict's heart, and he vowed not to leave her side.

The once-bustling house had quieted, with Benedict's studio abandoned and his family visits growing rare. His easel, which had once been his solace and joy, stood untouched in the corner of the room, a testament to the life he had temporarily put on hold. His world had narrowed to Y/N and their unborn child, and he watched her with a fierce, protective love that made every minute away from her feel like an eternity.

Y/N lay in their bed, her face pale but resolute. She had always been strong, a beacon of light in Benedict's life, and even now, confined to bed, she remained his guiding star. "Benedict," she said softly one evening, reaching out to take his hand. Her fingers were cool against his warmth, a stark reminder of her fragility.

"Yes, my love?" he asked, his voice gentle but edged with the worry that never left him.

"You mustn't neglect your painting," she urged. "It brings you so much joy, and I hate to see you without it."

Benedict shook his head, his grip tightening around her hand. "How can I paint when the only thing I see is you here, suffering? I can't find beauty in anything else right now."

Y/N's eyes softened, and she squeezed his hand. "Then paint me," she suggested. "Paint us. Our child. Paint the love you feel. Let it flow through you onto the canvas. It might help you as much as it helps me to see you doing what you love."

He kissed her hand, his lips lingering as he closed his eyes. "Maybe," he whispered, though he wasn't sure if he could bear to move from her side, even for a moment.

Days blurred into nights, and Benedict continued his vigil, reading to her, talking to her, simply being there. His family sent messages of concern and support, and his mother, Violet, visited as often as she could, offering comfort and practical help. She understood the fear that gripped her son, having faced similar fears herself with her own children.

One evening, as the setting sun cast a golden glow through the bedroom window, Y/N's condition seemed particularly fragile. Benedict could see the strain in her eyes, the way her breathing had grown shallower. His heart ached with helplessness, a deep seated guilt gnawing at him for being unable to alleviate her suffering.

"Don't you dare blame yourself," Y/N whispered, her intuition piercing through his silence. "You're doing everything you can, Benedict. Just being here with me is enough."

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. "I feel so powerless, Y/N. I wish I could take this burden from you."

She smiled faintly, her fingers brushing his cheek. "You already are, by being with me. Our child will feel this love, Benedict. It's what keeps me strong."

It was in that moment that Benedict felt a shift within himself. He realized that he needed to find a way to channel his emotions, his love, and his fears into something that could give them both hope. That night, for the first time in weeks, he set up his easel beside the bed, positioning it so he could see Y/N as he worked.

With each stroke of the brush, he poured his heart onto the canvas. He painted Y/N as she was, a glowing embodiment of strength and grace, and he painted their unborn child, a symbol of the future they were fighting for. The hours slipped away unnoticed, and as the painting took shape, he felt a sense of peace he hadn't known in weeks.

Y/N watched him with tears in her eyes, moved by the depth of his love and the beauty he created even in the midst of their struggle. "It's beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with awe and love.

Benedict turned to her, his eyes reflecting the soft light of the lantern. "You are my inspiration, Y/N. You and our child. I won't let anything take that away from us."

As the weeks passed, Benedict's dedication never wavered. He balanced his time between caring for Y/N and painting, finding solace in both. His family began to visit more frequently, bringing warmth and laughter back into the house, but always mindful of Y/N's condition. They were a lifeline, a reminder that they were not alone in their ordeal.

Finally, the day came when Y/N went into labor. The hours were long and arduous, filled with moments of intense fear and hope. Benedict never left her side, holding her hand and whispering words of encouragement. When their child was born, healthy and crying, the relief that washed over them was indescribable.

As Benedict held his newborn son, Thomas, for the first time, he looked into Y/N's exhausted but radiant face and knew that they had come through the darkness together. His love for her had only deepened, and he vowed never to let go of the precious gift they had been given.

In the quiet moments that followed, as Y/N slept with their child nestled beside her, Benedict returned to his easel. This time, he painted the image that would forever symbolize their journey: Y/N, their son, and himself, bound together by love and strength. It was a testament to the trials they had faced and the unbreakable bond that had carried them through.

[chiharuuu22]

Whumpee blinked when he felt someone pulling up the blanket. He saw the Team Leader there, smiling at him.

"Sorry to wake you," he said. "Go back to sleep."

Whumpee seemed to circle the room with his eyes because he felt something was missing.

"Where... where is Caretaker?" he asked in a weak voice.

At first glance, Team Leader looked sad, but his expression immediately changed, "She's a little unwell, so I'll be on guard. When she's well, she'll come here."

Whumpee didn't answer and chose to close his eyes again. Team Leader, who felt a little guilty about lying, could only sit beside the bed in silence.

***

"Whumpee is looking for you," said Team Leader to Caretaker who was sitting alone in the dark hospital lobby, handing her bottled tea.

Caretaker did not answer. Her hand accepted the offered drink. Her eyes looked puffy, as if she had been crying for a long time.

Yes, Caretaker just expressed her emotions. The anger, fury, hatred, and disgust she had been holding at Whumper's trial poured out all at once. Had it not been for the Team Leader and other members to be detained, Caretaker would have wanted to kill Whumper right then and there.

How could it not be? It was Whumper who captured Whumpee during their fight, held him hostage for almost a year, subjected him to experiments, and even harassed him. What's more, Whumper records all of it. The recording was also played in court and made many people sick to their stomachs. In fact, the judge also had to pause it several times. Not just Whumpee, but all of Whumper's victims were killed.

Whumpee managed to survive with great difficulty, even taking strong evidence to corner Whumper. Unfortunately, Whumpee also ended up languishing in the hospital and being critical for some time. Victims who survived also had the same condition; some even had mental disorders.

After seeing everything that happened to Whumpee, Caretaker was unable to meet him. Found Whumpee who was still lying weak and still had to be helped with medical equipment, even just to breathe. Caretaker didn't dare imagine what Whumpee was going through.

"Whumpee didn't say anything, but he noticed you were avoiding him," Team Leader sat down next to Caretaker. "He woke up several times and looked like he was looking for you."

"I don't dare go see him. I can't stand what I just saw, let alone Whumpee who experienced it," Caretaker spoke in a trembling voice. "I'll definitely cry if I see him."

Team Leader sighed, "At least he's safe and still has his sanity. I know you two need each other, and now Whumpee really needs you by his side."

Caretaker downed her drink.

"Go meet him; Whumpee will be very happy to see you." Team Leader patted Caretaker's shoulder to encourage her.

Caretaker nodded.

***

Whumpee woke up again when he felt something soft and cold touch his cheek. His eyes widened slightly when he found the Caretaker beside him stroking his cheek with affection.

"The Leader said you weren't feeling well. Are you sick? Are you okay?" Whumpee asked and slowly trying to get out the sound he managed to muster, his hand reaching for Caretaker's face. "Are you crying? Why?"

Caretaker started to feel a pinch in her heart; she wanted to cry again. "I'm okay. Just... just a little tired. Don't worry. I'm feeling better too; that's why I came here. Why? Miss me?"

Whumpee flashed a weak smile and said, "Yeah. Very."

Caretaker chuckled softly and said, "Don't worry. I'll be beside you."

Whumpee actually realized why Caretaker was acting like that. Whumpee knows today is Whumper's court, and he already expects that the indictment and evidence will be shown there.

"I'm sorry," said Whumpee.

"Why apologize? You didn't do anything wrong," Caretaker kissed Whumpee's forehead gently. "Go to sleep. You need it."

Whumpee squeezed Caretaker's hand. Just for that alone, Whumpee felt safe.

[shitsndgiggs]

hey this is a request for Arda Güler!

Well, we all say that goal against Georgia right? It was absolutely spectacular.

I’m thinking about reader who sees the goal and is so happy for him. And they enjoy quality time together. When they get back to the hotel it’s just fluff and reader telling guler how proud of him she is.

You can change it as much as you want. I hope this request is understandable. I have an idea of it but can’t seem to write it down 😭🤭

Thanks

MOMENTS OF GLORY- ARDA GÜLER

Arda scoring a spectacular goal in his Euro debut match

Arda Güler x fem! reader

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿

I sat nervously in the stands, surrounded by Arda’s family, as Turkey's first Euro match against Georgia began. The air was electric, and Arda's family buzzed with excitement and anticipation.

The game kicked off, and Turkey immediately took control. In the 25th minute, Mert Müldür scored with a powerful header from a well-placed corner.

The stadium exploded with cheers, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me as Turkey took the lead.

Just two minutes later, Kenan made a brilliant solo run and slotted the ball into the net. We erupted again, only for our cheers to turn into groans of disappointment as the goal was ruled offside.

In the 32nd minute, Georgia capitalized on a momentary lapse in Turkey's defense. Georges Mikautadze slipped the ball past our goalkeeper, leveling the score at 1-1.

The turkish crowd fell silent for a moment, but quickly regained their spirit, chanting and cheering for the team to push forward.

As the first half ended, tension hung in the air. "He's doing so well," Arda's mother said, gripping my hand.

"I can't believe how far he's come," I replied, feeling a surge of pride.

The second half started with both teams playing with renewed energy.

Then, in the 65th minute, the moment everyone was waiting for arrived.

Arda picked up the ball on the right side of the pitch. He picked up the ball and cut inside onto his left foot, and unleashed a stunning strike into the top corner.

The stadium erupted in ecstasy, fans screaming and jumping in the pouring Dortmund rain.

Arda's mother clutched my hand, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Did you see that? He's amazing!" she exclaimed.

I nodded, overwhelmed with emotion. "He's worked so hard for this moment," I replied, my voice choked with pride.

"He broke Cristiano Ronaldo's record." Arda's father added, his voice filled with pride.

In the 74th minute, Georgia made two substitutions, desperately trying to change the momentum of the game.

Turkey responded with their own substitutions in the 79th minute, ending with Arda being substituted for Yusuf Yazici.

As Arda walked off the pitch, the crowd rose to their feet. A thunderous applause echoed through the stadium, with fans clapping and cheering for the young star.

His family and I stood up, clapping and cheering with all our might. The ovation was deafening, and I could see the pride and joy in Arda's eyes as he acknowledged the fans, waving and smiling.

"He deserves this moment," Arda's mother said, tears still glistening in her eyes.

The final minutes of the match were nail-bitingly intense. Both teams fought fiercely, but Turkey's defense stood strong. In the 90+7th minute, Kerem Akturkoglu sealed the victory with a brilliant counter-attack goal, making it 3-1.

As the final whistle blew, the stadium erupted once more.

We headed down to the pitch, still buzzing from the victory. Arda walking over to us, his face radiant with happiness.

"You were incredible out there," I told him, wrapping my arms around him. He smiled, "I couldn't have done it without all of your support."

Arda's mother chimed in, "We are so proud of you, Arda. That goal was something special."

We spent a few more moments on the pitch, congratulating him and taking pictures.

Eventually, his family decided to head back to the hotel to rest.

"We'll see you later, sweetheart," Arda's mother said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Don't be too late."

"I won't, mom," Arda replied with a smile. His family waved goodbye and headed off.

I stayed behind, waiting for Arda to finish celebrating with his teammates and go through the post-match routines. I watched as he interacted with fans, gave interviews, and finally headed to the locker room to shower and change.

The stadium slowly emptied, but I remained, leaning against the railing, feeling a mix of pride and joy.

After what felt like an eternity, Arda emerged from the locker room, freshly showered and dressed. His face lit up when he saw me waiting. "Hey, you," he said, wrapping me in a warm hug. "Thanks for waiting."

"Of course," I replied, holding him close.

We walked to the car together, the night air cool and refreshing after the intensity of the match. On the drive to my hotel, we talked about the game, replaying every moment.

"That goal," I said, shaking my head in awe. "I knew you had it in you, but seeing it happen was something else."

Arda smiled, glancing over at me. "I've been dreaming about that moment for so long. I couldn't believe it when the ball actually went in."

"You deserve it," I said, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "You've worked so hard, and it's all paying off."

When we arrived at the hotel, we headed up to my room. Arda flopped onto the bed with a contented sigh, and I sat beside him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

"I'm so proud of you, Arda," I said softly. "Not just for the goal, but for everything. The dedication, the effort, the way you carry yourself. You're incredible."

He looked up at me, his eyes shining. "I couldn't have done any of this without you," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "You've been my rock, my biggest supporter."

"I'll always be here for you," I replied, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "No matter what."

We lay there for a moment, enjoying the quiet and the closeness. Then I asked, "Why didn't you want to celebrate with the team for the rest of the night?"

Arda sighed contentedly, intertwining his fingers with mine. "I wanted to spend this moment with you. Celebrating with the team is great, but you've been there for me through everything. I wanted to share this with you."

My heart swelled with emotion. "That means so much to me, Arda. Thank you."

We lay there for a while longer, just talking and basking in the joy of the night. Eventually, our stomachs growled in unison, making us laugh.

"How about we order room service?" I suggested.

Arda grinned. "That sounds perfect."

We browsed the menu together, picking out our favorite comfort foods. When the food arrived, we sat on the bed, eating and talking, reliving every glorious moment of the match.

It was a perfect, intimate celebration, just the two of us.

[komoboko]

𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥

Sanemi Shinazugawa x gn!reader

angst ・hurt no comfort ・spoilers for sanemi’s backstory ・major character death (reader) ・requested by my Pookie bear ・this coulda came out better

Sanemi Shinazugawa hated demons because they've taken everything he’s ever had away from him.

Hatred wasn’t even a strong enough word for what they made him feel. He despised them, despised the hierarchy of the upper moons, he truly despised the demon king himself. Demons were nothing short of the scums beneath his shoe. A force of nature that defies the rights of humanity’s and should have never existed in the first place.

If only he had put his hatred aside for that one day. If only he had just came home and maybe things would have changed.

Maybe instead of going out of his way to clear an extra spot of demons would have meant he could have came home faster. If only for a moment Sanemi wouldn’t let his emotions go straight to his head. If he would have swallowed down his hatred he could have came home to you much faster, maybe things would have been different.

It was sunset when he made it back to his estate. The sun final rays reflected in the skyline it was beautiful, he had hoped you seen it to. When he opened the door the mansion was silent it was uncanny for no noise to escape from within the walls of his home. Cold hard iron and blood soon infested his scent of smell and a new found fear had taken over as he raced through the estate like the wind itself.

He turns the corner as he stops, his skin grows pale and his eyes widen out of pure fear. His hands shakes seeing a sight he had nightmares about countless nights before. Your body lays twitching there on the ground as blood pours from your chest, your blade last broken beside you with blood staining the blade that was cleaned only hours beforehand. You can only look up at him once before he sees the small fangs that begin to form in your mouth as yourtears continue to make a small puddle on the floor.

Sanemi cannot move as his body only shakes as he stares at your pitiful state before him. Your weeping has snapped him out of his trance as he approaches you, in the back of his mind he already has a feeling it’s too late. You can only stare up at him before your eyes look down at his blade, you both know what you want him to do.

“I don’t wanna hurt anyone.” You manage to croak out as your tears still stain your face. “Please sanemi” He stares at you his hands shaking as he can barely bring himself to let your body go.

He only stands up before drawing his blade, he stares at your form for a final time as a smile can only creep up onto your lips. With a heavy heart Sanemi releases one quick attack, he can’t bring himself to turn around hearing your body collapse onto the floor.

It takes a moment for him to turn around and to stare into your eyes a final time. Your body beginning to fade away as his hands come down to hold your face. His mind flashes backs to the final moments of his dear mother, how her face only looked lifeless just like yours. He only watches as no life could be seen in his eyes as your head finally fades away, only leaving your broken sword behind.

Sanemi Shinazugawa hates demons because they took everything he’s ever had away from him, and now they have taken you too.

Ah there they are. Tears. Shinazugawa still always has a human heart despite the rumors. It was obvious now seeing the river of tears begin to flow.

[joshsindigostreak]

I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter Seven

“Our hearts are wrong.”

Josh Kiszka x Vampire!Reader

Authors Note: A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!!! So sorry for the delays y’all working retail around the holidays is absolute Hell. Enjoy this little chapter before we begin the new year with the *real* plot of this little universe. Buckle up.

Word Count: 4778

Warnings: Violence, death, mentions of past abuse (but it is very brief and not dwelled on), SMUT at the end but nothing too graphic or crazy.

The emotions you felt as Josh drove the both of you to the location Jake texted him were conflicting. Part of you was annoyed that you didn’t get to curl up in your bed with your hunter after that shower, another part of you loved how cozy you felt in his car; hand secured on your thigh. But another part of you, the loudest part, was reminding you of your reality. If Jake was telling the truth, and he indeed caught whomever in the act, that would mean Josh would be one step closer in closing his case. The hypotheticals of what would happen after that case was closed taunted you. The only reason he showed up in your city was to find the Vampire in question and get rid of them. Once that happened, there would be nothing tying him to the city anymore. He could pack all of his things in the very Jeep you were sitting in, and drive back west with his family. He could go back to his everyday life, get assigned another “job” and take off for the next adventure.

But what about you?

Josh could feel the muscles in your thigh tensing as you battled your own thoughts, and his thumb rubbed circles into your skin. He glanced over at you curiously, wishing he could know what you were thinking. You were absently staring out the window, brows furrowing every other minute as if you were arguing with yourself. He too, was a little miffed your little rendezvous at your apartment was cut short due to his twin.

“Hey,” he broke the silence, his voice soft, “where do you keep going, over there?”

You shook your head slightly, braving a smile at him, “nowhere…just tired.”

He wasn’t fully convinced, but didn’t want to argue, “well, after we finish seeing Jake’s little show-and-tell we can go back to your place and you can show me how cozy that bed nook of yours is before sunrise…”

Your mouth tilted up into a smirk, “are you becoming nocturnal for me, Boy Scout?”

This caught him off guard, was he? He let out a breath through his nose and disguised it with a chuckle. He squeezed your thigh again, smiling as he felt the muscles in your leg relax.

It didn’t take long to reach the street corner Jake had texted Josh; a narrow side street with one way traffic. You looked around to see how many people were on the street, and were relieved when it was practically deserted at this time of night. As Josh parked next to the curb, a very impatient looking Jake stepped out from an alley between the two main buildings on the block.

“Took you long enough,” he said, rolling his eyes as you exited the vehicle.

“We’re here, aren’t we?”

Jake opened his mouth to argue more, but stopped and huffed out, “just…come on.” He turned on his heel to lead the two of you back into the alley he had just come from. It was fairly empty as far as alley’s go, but what hit you as you followed Jake was the smell of human blood. The scent was so strong you quickly pinpointed it to be O Positive, and that there was a lot of it. Your gums itched at the smell, and you were thankful you had topped yourself off with a blood bag before you left your apartment. Josh had volunteered to help you, but you refused as you still felt it was too soon since the incident at the Den.

The scene that unfolded before you, as Jake led you further down the alley, shouldn’t have shocked you as much as it did, but it stopped you in your tracks. Leaning up against the brick wall was a man appearing to be in his forties, maybe late thirties, with a substantial wound on the side of his neck. Blood was pouring out of him quickly, staining his clothes and starting to puddle next to him. CiCi was crouched down next to him, mumbling what you thought were spells under her breath, trying to heal him. The man didn’t have much time at all, but the only thing to give him a chance was if he drank some of your blood.

Shaking off your nerves, and trying to control how you felt around that much blood, you quickly moved around Jake and crouched down on the other side of him. With a brief look at your hunter, you bit down onto the flesh of your wrist, breaking the skin over the veins and tendons. CiCi backed out of the way, realizing what you were doing. Quickly but gently you took the man's jaw into your hand and pried his mouth open. He was barely conscious, but he was able to barely open his eyes in confusion.

“Trust me you’ll thank me later,” you explained as you curled your hand into a fist, allowing the blood to drip from your wrist into his mouth. The man tried to fight it at first but as soon as the coppery liquid hit his tongue, he lifted his mouth higher to get closer to you. It was a little known secret that Vampire blood was a delicacy among humans. Not only for its healing properties, but because it was the downer of all downers. Supposedly it put humans into such a relaxed state, time would almost slow down for them. Because of this, it was highly addictive, but you didn’t have much of a choice.

“What happened?” Josh questioned.

“We were walking back to the car from-” Jake started, but Josh cut him off.

“Please tell me he took you to dinner,” he gave a pointed look at CiCi.

The witch gave the older twin an exasperated look, “yes he did. It was lovely.”

You were still giving the man blood but you were curious, “where did you go?”

“That little Italian restaurant around the corner? ‘Casa Oliva’?”

Your eyebrows shot up, “oh I’ve heard good things about that place!”

“Can we focus here?” Jake interjected.

You turned back to the man, seeing that your blood was slowly working to heal his gaping wound. The man started to stir as he healed and you kept your other hand on his shoulder to keep him still. The last thing you needed was for him to bolt without getting Persuaded to forget any of this happened. As soon as his neck fully closed, you took your wrist away from his mouth and let it heal itself at your side.

Looking him in the eyes, your Persuasion dripped from your voice, “tell me what happened.”

He focused entirely on you as he spoke, “I was walking home…and I kept feeling like I was being followed, but every time I turned around no one was there. The next thing I knew, I was dragged back here and he was…biting me…she tried to get him off of me but…,” the man's voice gave out slightly.

“What did they look like?”

“Young…I think…it was pretty dark? She kept telling him he was taking too much, too fast, but he wasn’t listening.”

You nodded and looked back at Jake and Josh over your shoulder. Before you could voice your assumptions, an old friend's familiar pleading echoed in the alley.

“Ethan no, we have to go home, I have bags for you there,” the sound of heels scraping on pavement was harsh, and clear she was trying to hold him back. It was just what you feared, and suspected. But you needed to get this human out of harm's way.

You locked eyes with him again, “go home and forget any of this happened. Don’t question the blood on your clothes, just throw them out. Nothing out of the ordinary happened tonight.” The man looked a little dazed but nodded, and you helped him up quickly. He stumbled slightly as he exited the alley, but you were sure he’d be ok the closer he got to his home.

Jake looked at you skeptically, “that's it?”

“Trust me he’ll be-”

Before you could finish, the lumbering steps of Ethan got even closer to the group, and you squared your shoulders in preparation. He emerged from the other end of the alley, with a frantic Monica trying her best to pull him in the other direction. His mouth and neck were covered in blood, and showed just how ravenous he had been while feeding. Behind you, Jake pulled out two stakes out of his inner jacket pocket, quickly handing one to his twin. CiCi stood up from her crouched position and took her place next to Jake.

Monica recognized you instantly and the relief on her face was evident even from a distance, “it's ok! I’m just taking him home!”

Ethan looked down at the ground where the human once was and his features twisted angrily at you, “what did you do?”

You scoffed, “I would ask you the same question but its all over your fucking neck and clothes.”

“I wasn’t done with him.”

Monica tugged even harder on his arm, her own Vampiric strength failing her against him, “yes you were and we were going home…”

“Enough,” he shouted and pushed her off of him, sending her backwards a few feet. He turned back and saw Josh behind you, his eyes shining with curiosity, “I guess it's ok…he’ll do...”

“The fuck you will,” knowing exactly what he was wanting to do, you met him halfway and tried to shove him against the brick wall closest to you. Your age worked in your favor, as being over three centuries older than Ethan meant you were far stronger than him. But true bloodlust is a powerful thing, and it was obvious that was Ethan’s problem. He shoved you off of him, sending you to the ground, before running right for Josh. He tackled him to the ground quickly, happening way too fast for anyone else to properly react.

Josh was using all the strength he had to keep Ethan from nipping at his neck, and he tried to roll him over to gain control but was unsuccessful. He managed to wedge the hand that was holding the stake flat against his own chest, using Ethan’s distracted state to his advantage. With one last forceful push, the hunter was able to flip the stake up and directly into the center of Ethans chest. A shocked look overcame the Vampire’s features, and the familiar yellow tinge invaded the white of his eyes, and his skin turned an ashy gray. Ethan’s death rattle wasn’t any different from the other Vampire’s Josh had slain, but part of him couldn’t help but feel sorry for the bastard. Once he was fully limp Josh shoved him off of him, dusting himself off.

You breezed past the dead Vampire and instantly had your hunter’s face in your hands, checking all over for any scratches or injuries. His neck was unharmed, which flooded your body with relief that Ethan never actually sank his teeth in him. Josh’s expression was calm in a way you had never seen before, as if what just happened didn’t phase him.

“I’m fine, sweetheart, I’ve been through worse,” he whispered to you as his hands slid around and under your shirt, feeling the skin of your lower back. The implication of his words didn’t exactly comfort you, but you were glad that he seemed alright as your thumbs gently rubbed circles on the hinges of his jaw.

Jake looked at the two of you, not knowing how to feel watching a Vampire comforting his twin after another one had just tried to kill him. Josh was right, they had faced far more in their lives, but he still didn’t like how close that was.

A distraught Monica scrambled over to her lover’s corpse. Clutching his shirt and sobbing into his impaled chest. She looked up and over at you and Josh, eyes red with tears, “you…your Human Companion was a fucking hunter?”

You whipped your head around at her, “Monica I-”

“They’d have you Meet the Sun for that, you know that right?” She sniffed, tone flat and emotionless. “Leading one of them into a Den, and letting him kill one of us?”

You shook your head, “Ethan was dangerous, Monica and you kn-”

“HE DIDN’T HAVE TO KILL HIM!” she shrieked, letting go of his shirt.

“He didn’t have a choice, he was out of control,” you reasoned.

Monica wasn’t having it, and before any of you could react she lunged at Josh herself, but this time it was Jake that got between them first. It was almost graceful in the way he stepped between them, stake in hand and pointed at Monica. She was so overcome with rage she wasn’t paying attention, and quite literally ran into the stake herself, the wood plunging into her chest easily. Her shocked gasp was the last noise she made before crumbling to the ground.

Your eyes burned, hating that it ended this way. Monica’s biggest crime was being so lonely she turned the first person who gave her an ounce of attention. But Vampires like Ethan aren’t meant to exist. They’re not built for this life. This was why Dimitri was so selective in who got turned.

“We umm…we need to get rid of their bodies…,” you wobbled out.

“The sun will be up soon, I can take them out of town to burn,” Jake suggested.

Josh nodded in agreement, “need some help?”

Jake looked down at his watch and shook his head, “no we can handle it. The sun will be up in a couple hours, wouldn’t want you out too late…”

Josh opened his mouth to make a smart ass reply, but CiCi reached out and touched his arm, “it's fine, I promise.”

You gave one last look at Monica’s corpse before following Josh out of the alley, wanting to get back to your place as soon as possible.

~!~

You didn’t fully relax until the door to your apartment was firmly locked shut. Josh followed you into your living room as you collapsed onto your couch, worried about how quiet you had been since the alley. He sat down next to you and gathered you in his arms, feeling a little out of his depth with what had just happened. He always prided himself in his emotional intelligence, but there were layers to this situation that he, as a human, didn’t fully understand.

As soon as you felt his strong arms wrap around your shoulders, you buried your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. His entire presence was a comfort to you now, a plot twist you never saw coming.

“I’m sorry about Monica…I know she was your friend…,” he said carefully.

You sniffed sadly, “she should’ve known better…she was over one hundred years old. But it's always a gamble when you turn someone. Not every human can handle a second life. There’s a reason we’re so selective in who we turn. Vampire’s like Ethan aren’t an isolated incident, as you, a hunter, would know. Anyone who comes out of the first decade of being a Vampire, even partially well adjusted, is lucky, honestly.” He nodded, gently resting his cheek on the top of your head. “Looking back, it’s amazing I even survived those first few years…”

“Was it that bad,” he asked softly.

“My Maker wasn’t…he was hands-on in all the wrong ways,” your voice sounded far off, as if you were drifting back into memories you weren’t fond of. Josh’s entire body stiffened at the implication, and heat started radiating from his hands, causing you to sit up quickly, “no…not like that…it’s just, he didn’t actually teach me how to be a Vampire. He’d parade me around, showing me how to find humans, how to manipulate them into feeding on them, but that was it. He didn’t teach me control, in fact he wasn’t interested in that at all. He liked things…messy, and when you’re that young and new, you don’t know any better. It’s so easy to get swept up into the “cool” parts of Vampirism that you fail to think about the less than glamorous parts. The shitty thing is, Ethan had a Maker who wanted to show him all the right things, how to live properly, how to blend in with society…but he just wasn’t cut out for any of it.”

He hated the way your eyes looked so sad and distant, with tears threatening to bubble up at any moment. His mind revisited his plans to find your Maker and force him to Meet the Sun himself, but he shook the thoughts away and focused entirely on you. In the time he had known you, you had never looked small in your body language. You always had a presence about you that filled an entire room, with a smile to match. But now? Now you looked tiny on your couch, head hung low as you rubbed your nose, feet tucked underneath you. It struck him that you hadn’t even called him Boy Scout in hours. He glanced up at the clock you had hanging on the wall, noting the time.

Softly, he reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before offering, “hey, how much blood did you give that man?”

You leaned into his touch and shrugged, “I’m not sure I was just focusing on closing that wound in his neck. Why?”

His expression softened, “Just…do you need a pick-me-up after that? How does blood loss affect Vampires?”

Your eyes met his, suddenly feeling rather vulnerable under his gaze, “I heal pretty fast.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

Your lower lip disappeared between your teeth, and you remembered that the one bag you had downed before going back out had been the last bag in your fridge. Your hunter's heartbeat was growing louder in your head, and your gums started to itch. But no, it still felt too soon since the Den. Human fragility was the least of your concern, but when it came to the brown eyed man sitting on your couch, you couldn’t help but keep it in the back of your mind at all times.

Shaking your head, “it's still too soon, I’ll be alright until tomorrow-”

“I’m a lot tougher than you think, Sweetheart.”

You stared at him, eyes looking him up and down, mulling it over. He was right, he was tougher than he let on, but you were just scared of hurting him.

“Fine. But not a lot,” you relented shifting on the couch.

He smiled at you, already anticipating the feeling of your fangs buried in his skin. Your own expression brightened as he pulled you into his lap. You adjusted your position until you were firmly straddling him, and he reached up and grazed his thumb against the side of your mouth.

“Take what you need,” he all but whispered. The way he spoke to you sent chills down your spine, and caused your eyes to darken. Instinctively you leaned forward and nuzzled his neck, the scent of his gorgeous blood overwhelming your senses. You planted an open mouthed kiss on his neck, feeling his pulse underneath your lips. He shivered slightly underneath you, his hands flexing against your hips. You stilled, your breath fanning against his skin. He gave you one more squeeze before his thumbs started rubbing circles into your skin, letting you know he was ready. Your eyes fluttered shut as your fangs extended from your gums and locked into place. Unable to hold back any longer you surged forward, piercing his skin in expertise. A moan rattled out of his mouth, and he threw his head back as best he could. You smiled against his skin as you took your first pull. This time both of you moaned as his blood flooded your mouth. That citrusy tang hit your tongue first, then the vanilla snuck in, nearly taking over. There was something so bright about his blood, a flavor profile that was so uniquely him. It took all of your self control to not gulp him down.

He was practically writhing underneath you, loving every second of it. Any pain from the bite was eclipsed by the sheer pleasure that coursed through his system. He pulled you down harder onto his lap, desperate for some kind of friction. He didn’t care how needy he acted or sounded, if you were the cause he couldn’t help it. The feeling was heightened when he felt some stray blood trail down his neck. He could never get enough of his Vampire.

~!~

Twenty miles north, give or take, a hunter and his Witch were placing the bodies of two dead Vampires in a shallow pit he had dug minutes prior. The sky was getting lighter and lighter as the sun raced to the horizon, and their task of disposing of the bodies would be complete. Jake had been silent for most of the trip, trying to digest the absolute shit show the last two days had been for him.

CiCi knew what was bothering him, and carefully said, “stop over thinking, he was fine.”

He turned to her, “this time. He doesn’t realize just how vulnerable he is walking around like her glorified juice box.”

“It’s a lot more between them and you know it.” Jake scoffed and tried to turn back to the horizon, but CiCi’s hand caught his chin and turned him back to her, “you can’t deny how he was looking at her the entire time.”

“That’s what scares me. I know him, he never does anything halfway, I can tell he’s all in on…whatever they have…and I also know that it’ll be me to pick up the pieces should it blow up in his face,” his eyes burned into hers.

“He could probably say the same thing about you, my love.”

“You’re not-”

“...exactly human either, am I? I still haven’t met your parents because of it.”

“I just don’t see how it's going to work for them. She seems…alright but I don’t trust her.”

“Maybe this means you’re going to have to trust Josh. He didn’t even hesitate to put down that one,” she gestured to the corpse in the pit before her.

Before Jake could counter, the sun breached the horizon, its golden rays spreading across the field. Within minutes, the two corpses were engulfed in flames, the putrid smell filling the air. He reached into his inner jacket pocket, and pulled out a small cigar. It was a habit he started years ago, when he and Josh started going out on their own to hunt. He crouched down in front of the flames, leaning forward to light it before standing back up wrapping his arm around his Witch’s waist.

“It's so morbid that you do that.”

“You like it though,” he said, smirking at her.

She tried glaring at him, but her own muscles failed her as a smile slowly spread across her face. It didn’t take long for the bodies to be turned into ashes, and the two of them filled the pit back in to leave no trace. In Jake’s mind, the one good thing about Vampires was how easy it was to dispose of them. As long as you had the sun, the rest was easy. The sun was a hunter’s best friend, and one of the few constants Jake could rely on.

~!~

But as the trail of clothes leading to your bedroom suggested, your own hunter’s feelings towards the sun weren’t the same anymore. The two of you were safely tucked into your bed nook, curtains tightly shut and the wall sconces inside were turned on, giving a warm glow to the little nest. He had you underneath him, slowly and deeply pistoning his hips into yours. He was leaning on one elbow next to your head, while the other hand was tucked under your ass, gripping your cheek to get you as close to him as possible. His lips never left your skin, peppering kisses all over your face and neck, occasionally nipping at your flesh with his teeth. Your own arms were wrapped around his back, digging your nails into his muscles whenever he’d hit a particular spot deep inside you. This time with him was different. It was slower, more relaxed, as if he wanted to make a point to take his time with you.

A lot was weighing on his mind but he didn’t want you to pick up on it. The case he had been working on the last few months was officially closed, and therefore his initial reason for even being in your city was over with. Now that he had you, he didn’t want to leave, and he didn’t know how to break it to Jake. He wasn’t going to ask you to uproot your life and go back with him, especially now that he knew just how much you loved it here. But right now, he was shoving all those thoughts into a corner of his mind so he could properly focus on you. He was committing every sigh, moan, and cry of his name to memory. The way the slick heat of your walls gripped him, how your ankles locked together perfectly on his back, the way your hands gripped his hair as your lips devoured him. All of it was finding a permanent place in his brain.

You were doing much of the same, mesmerized by your lover above you. The birds and ambient street noise was filtering into your room as the world woke up. But the light from your wall sconces were casting a warm glow around Josh, nearly giving him a halo of light. It was rare that you genuinely missed the sun itself, as you had a difficult relationship with the wretched thing. But being wrapped up with Josh was probably the closest you had ever been to gentle daylight in the three centuries you had been alive.

His brows furrowed together in concern when he saw your eyes well up with stubborn tears, “you ok?”

You sniffed, willing your tears to stay in your eyes, “never better, Boy Scout.”

He smiled and captured your lips with his, speeding up his movements. It wasn’t long before you were both crying out, reaching your highs together.

Before you could even think about getting up, Josh was slowly detangling his limbs from yours to carefully pull back the curtain to gauge where the sun was in your room. Thankfully your nook was positioned in a way that kept it out of direct light, but he still barely gave himself enough room to slide out of bed and quickly shut the curtain behind him. You giggled at his attentiveness and listened to his footsteps sprint around the room as he shut your other curtains, blocking out the sun. The curtain to your bed slowly opened, revealing your smirking hunter.

After round two in the shower, you were back in your bed cuddled up with Josh. Sleep overtook you both, and the rest of the day was spent wrapped up in each other’s arms.

However, the peaceful slumber was interrupted by someone pounding on your door. Groggily you sat up at the sound, and looked at the time on your phone and the weather widget on the home screen. A low temperature and a crescent moon greeted you, letting you know the sun was fully down and it was safe.

Josh stirred behind you, “what’s going on…?”

“I don’t know…wait here.” You threw open the curtain as the pounding happened again, this time a little louder. Quickly you grabbed some clothes from your drawer across the room and dressed as you made your way down the hall.

Not being satisfied with how you answered that, Josh dressed himself as well and followed you to the door. You peered through the peephole before letting out a shaky breath and opening the door.

Two men in black suits were standing on the other side, sternly staring at you both.

In a cool voice, one of them said, “Mr. Nikolou requests your presence at his manor this evening, and he apologizes for the sudden call. He also wanted to inform you that this matter was very urgent, and that he would have a driver ready for you.”

“Sweetheart…what is it?”

The fear and anxiety bubbled up in your throat as you turned around to Josh, “Dimitri wants to see us…”

To be continued…

Tag List:  @dannyandthekiszkas , @gretasmokerising , @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine , @wideminded-dreamer , @runwayblues , @wildbluesorbit , @llightmyllovee , @rhythm-of-space , @sacredthefran , @writingcold , @alwaysonthemend , @wetkleenex-gvf , @josh-iamyour-mama , @lightsofthe-living-gvf , @gvfcinema , @sacredthethreadgvf , @losfacedevil , @jakekiszkasbuttsweat , @shutupdevvie , @hearts-hunger , @gretavanfleetposts , @ascendingtostardust , @mackalah , @andromeda-raine-gvf , @jake-kiszkas-smirk , @gracev0609 , @sacredjake , @earthlysorrows , @gvfpal , @myownparadise96 , @itsafullmoon , @gvfmelbourne , @twistedmelodies , @that-witchy-pan , @gold-mines-melting

[flatoutin-eaurouge]

Nightmares and cuddles

Pairing: Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher

Part two of Thaw my heart

A trail of blood seeped down the corner of his mouth. The light in his eyes was slowly fading while his pupils were growing due to the strength of the sun that was still shining despite the end of times. Shining as if today was a good day. As if the world was still turning. Michael cradled the Finn's pale cheeks in his hands, catching the pearly tears that were cascading down an increasingly colder growing face.

He looked down at his favourite rival lying in his lap. His lips were colourless and his eyes were losing focus more and more. They were no longer directed at Michael. No longer softly pleading to safe him. No longer asking to get him into the ambulance despite it being to no avail. He simply didn't have the strength anymore, but it didn't mean he was accepting his fate...

"I'm too young to die!" he mumbled through blood-stained lips. His hands were clutching Michael's racesuit as if he was the only anchor keeping him attached to the tarmac beneath him. "This is not how I planned it."

Tears of grief pearled down Michael's face as he grabbed the Finn's limp hand, clutching it to his chest. He couldn't be losing the love of his life. "Life so often doesn't go as planned."

His face was red and swollen with raw emotions. Mika was the only person on the grid he could relate to. The only person who could always manage to bring a smile to his face no matter what. Their shared history was forever weaved in his soul like a thick solid thread.

Right now that thick thread was strangling him. Choking him as he looked down at the heap of bleeding human desperation in his arms. The life was slowly pouring out of his Finnish rival in waves of dark red and there was nothing Michael could do to stop it. All he could do was sooth the unfortunate boy.

"Have you ever wondered what it looks like?" Mika looked up at him with glazed blood-shot eyes.

"What what looks like?" Michael cradled the Finn's beautiful yet fragile face gently in his hands, stroking his cheekbones so tenderly as if they were made of porcelain.

"That moment between life and death. The moment people always talk about."

Michael swallowed the thick bile in his throat. He hated to hear those words. No, he did not want to know what the moment between life and death looked like. "Don't you dare die on me, Mika!"

The tears on Mika's cheeks started to dry. The sun was warming his freezing cold face. "It's pretty comfortable actually. I can't feel my limbs anymore, which numbs all the pain I'm experiencing. Maybe it's better this way?"

"Don't say that, Mika."

"Isn't it better than living as a cripple?"

Michael sighed. He caressed the Finn's golden locks adoringly and shuddered when he noticed that even Mika's hair was marred by blood. He picked at the tufts of blonde hair sticking to his bloodied cheeks and shut his eyes to try stop his tears from flowing. He wanted to be strong for his rival. "Is it egoistic of me to say I can't miss you?"

Heavy tremors wracked Mika's weakened frame. He swallowed. "Maybe it is, Michael." A little frown betrayed in how much pain he still was despite him telling his limbs felt numb.

Michael could see and hear the blue sirens of the ambulances in the distance.

"Ssshh, they're coming to help you. They're going to make you better."

Mika brought a weak trembling hand to his face and wiped at his tears. He then stared at said hand and studied it. The treacly shimmering substance of his own blood was coating it from fingers to wrist. "I don't think they can," he whispered. "Did you know rally drivers have their blood type written on their car? I don't think I know what my bloodtype is."

Michael leaned down kissing him softly, not minding the metalic taste of his lips. He caressed his soft blonde hair tenderly. "Don't go, angel."

Mika's dim eyes lighted up for a moment. "What?"

"That's my new nickname for you: angel."

Mika blinked at him. "You come up with that nickname for me when I'm dying. I mean... I hope it's my good fortune to go to heaven."

Michael grabbed the Finn's hand and rubbed his thumb over his knuckles tenderly. "You ever doubted going to heaven? I can't think of someone more destined to go there. When it's your time I have to add! You're not going anywhere today!"

Mika's lips started to tremble, more tears mingled with the damp bloody mess on his face. "You're so kind to me, Michael."

"Always." The German leaned down to kiss him again, tasting the very core of his soul. He wanted to remember what kissing him felt like.

Mika shut his eyes. He was becoming paler and paler. His hand, still clutched in Michael's hold was growing colder and colder. "Let me, Michael. They will not be in time." He heaved a sigh and felt his pain dissapear. "Thank you for everything."

"No!"

Michael was sitting straight up in his bed again. His face was wet with tears and his heart was thumping against his sternum. When would the fucking nightmares stop plagueing him! Why did his Mika always have to die in them! He started sobbing. He never knew Adelaide '95 would be a traumatic experience for him too.

He quickly swung his legs over his bedside and got up. He needed a glass of water or maybe something stronger. He remembered the bottle of whisky in his kitchten cabinet. His mind could very much use some alcohol.

He wobbled on his unsteady legs to the kitchen and fetched said bottle of the amber liquid and a tumbler. He filled the glass to the brim and downed it in one go.

On his way to the couch he realised he was not alone. Mika lay curled up on the piece of furniture with the blankets pulled up to his chin. He was still trembling despite seeming fast asleep.

Michael sat down on a chair next to the couch and stared at the man who had been dying in his dreams minutes ago. He took another sip from his Scotch and frowned when the burning sensation of alcohol flooded his system. Gosh, what a privilege to have that handsome man sleeping in his living room.

He got up from his chair and started stroking Mika's soft blonde hair, which had dried up after the downpour of rain last evening. He then continued to caress his pretty face and his rosy cheeks. His rival was shivering under the blankets Michael had given him.

Something inside Michael wanted to hoist the pretty Finn up in his arms and take him to his bed to warm him up a little. After all, it was his fault the man was shaking to the core.

The alcohol in his system helped him make the decision. He pulled the blankets down, which seemed quite a task because Mika was clutching the bedlinen in a firm grip. He pulled harder and watched as Mika's hands were reaching into the void trying to get the blankets back. "No," he protested quietly with his eyes still shut, trapped in a lucid dream.

Michael threw the blankets on the ground and wrapped his arms around the trembling Finn and hoisted him up. He hadn't realised how heavy a grown man would be. He had to use all his strength to hold Mika to his chest. And of course he woke up.

He stared at Michael with big astonished saphire-blue eyes and started flailing with his arms due to the sudden loss of gravity.

"What are you doing?" he asked bewildered and a little sleep drunk.

Michael thightened his hold around his rival. He didn't want to let go. "Mika, you're still so cold. I need to get you warm for the sake of your health! I don't want you to get sick."

"You're holding me like a fetus!"

Michael abruptly put the Finn back on two feet. He had the guts to look disappointed. If he was honest with himself he needed the Finn's close proximity for his own good. "Aren't you cold? You were trembling on the couch."

Mika wrapped his arms around his body and pouted. "Well to be honest, I am still very cold, but I was finally asleep you know..."

Michael opened his arms, endeared by the Finn's little pout, and took him into a warm hug. "Come with me. I'm sorry I woke you up, but you will thank me next morning when you do not wake up with a fever."

Mika nodded hesistently and followed Michael to his large warm bed. To be honest, this didn't seem like such a bad idea... If cuddling up to Michael meant he would get his normal body temperture back... Oh who was he kidding! He craved affection from the German after last evening!

His thoughts made him blush and he became even more flustered when Michael pushed his blankets to the side to invite him in. His eyes sought for Michael's, needing reassurance to steady the beating of his heart.

Michael stared fondly back at the Finn. Who would have thought he could make Mika blush like that? He reveled in the sight of his adorable pink cheeks.

"Come on. I'm not angry with you anymore." He let his hand rest on Mika's lower back as he guided him onto his mattress.

He slipped in next to Mika and quickly draped his heavy blankets around the Finn, tucking him securely in his bed. Gosh he had Mika Häkkinen inside his bed! It was a good thing Mika was facing away from him, because his cheeks couldn't possibly become any redder. Anger? What anger? Had he ever been angry with the Finn?

"Can I hug you?"

Mika turned his head to look over his shoulder at his German rival. His cheeks were red. He nodded.

Michael wrapped his arms around the shaking man and held him in a octopus-like hold. He was inches away from nuzzling his neck, but his soft blonde hair was in the way. What if he nuzzled his hair instead? Mika wouldn't feel it if he did it carefully.

Michael let his nose run through the velvety golden locks and sighed heavenly. Mika's hair smelled of expensive spicy shampoo. He expected nothing less from the Finn.

"I am sorry for invading your space and being so protective over you. I've been having some dreams lately. Nightmares actually."

Mika now fully turned around to him. His ocean-blue eyes staring at Michael in question. "Sorry to hear that. About what?"

Michael swallowed audibly. He didn't know if he should share this with Mika, afraid that it would open old wounds. He felt very emotional all of a sudden, especially with all the bloody images flooding his mind again.

"Adelaide '95." His voice was very small due to the sudden thightness in his throat. Michael was afraid it sounded squeeky.

Mika stared at him with his big blue eyes. His bottom lip started to tremble. "I'm- I'm so sorry you've been going through that."

"Mika, no!" Michael pressed his finger to that trembling lip. "Don't say that!" His hold around the Finn thightened automatically. "Don't apologize to me! It's just that after your crash it left me in great concern! That's probably why I dream about it."

"Wh-wh-what happens in the dreams? How-how do they end? Do I die in them like I do in my own nightmares?" Mika now full on sobbed. His eyes two glistening orbs amid a flood of tears.

Michael couldn't bear the sight of his crying rival. He gently grabbed the blonde's head and tucked it under his chin. "Don't cry, mein Hübscher!" One of his hands slipped underneath Mika's pajama shirt and started to caress the bare goosebump covered skin of his back.

"Sshhh, dreams aren't real. That's what I constantly tell myself." He ran his other hand through the mop of the now messy blonde hair tickling his chin. "Your crash is in the past."

"Please don't downplay the consequences of it on my mental health," the emotionally hurt boy hissed from underneath the blankets.

"That's not what I meant! I'm trying to comfort you!" Michael tried to retrieve the Finn's face from where he had hidden it in the chaos of blankets and pillows.

Michael wiped Mika's hair back and stared at his tear-stained eyes and flustered cheeks. "That's not what I meant! Please Mika, you know."

"I know I'm sorry!" More tears were coming. "I'm just so pathetic."

Michael cuddled the Finn closer. "You're not! Why would you think that?! I did not experience it first hand and I am having nightmares about it too!" His hand went up to Mika's face to wipe his tears away.

His rival stared at him with astonished eyes. It caught Michael off guard. A sudden panic overtook him, thinking the action was too intimate.

"I can't believe you're so kind to me despite last evening."

Michael sighed in relief. A too intimate action? They were cuddling in bed together for heaven's sake. They had passed that point of embarassment. "Of course I'm kind to you. I would hate to be mean to you, no matter what happened last evening. I mean I could still be angry with you, but that would be for different reasons."

Mika blinked with his eyes. "What different reasons?"

"Being reckless. Staying outside in the cold and rain. How dare you?!"

When Michael noticed Mika's shocked face - probably wondering whether Michael was serious and trying to find out exactly how angry he was - he winked at him in reassurance.

It earned him a sweet chuckle. A chuckle that he hadn't heard this evening. It made him want to kiss the Finn on his forehead. It made him want to make breakfast for him the next morning.

"Hey Mika, maybe we can keep each other's nightmares away..." when we are lying in bed together. He swallowed those last few words. Because the reason they were in bed together was still only to share body warmth... nothing else... right?

Mika closed his eyes and huddled closer. "I hope we can."

[filmtv2022]

Moving Foward: Chapter 1 (18+ MDNI)

Next Chapter

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Kazansky!Reader 

Summary: Y/N Kazansky is many things. A loyal daughter, a world-class fighter pilot, and a fierce protector of those she holds most dear. But beyond the shiny exterior is a wounded woman looking to find her way back to the life she'd known and loved. When a mission brings her back to Top Gun, she is forced to confront the sins of her past while focusing on the uncertain future falling into place in front of her. 

Warnings: Nothing really for this first chapter, but later installments will certainly be 18+. 

Word Count: 1, 979

A/N: The idea for this story kind of came as a surprise to me, but I knew that couldn't let it go once it took root in my mind. I hope that you all enjoy this first chapter, and I promise there will be more Bradley moments very soon. I'm excited for their relationship to change and grow as the story progresses.  I make no promises on how quickly I will update this story, but I hope that you'll stick with me as I get back into my writing flow. Additionally, I apologize for any and all mistakes.

The Southern California sunset kissed your skin, the warmth radiating down to your bones. Pulling off your helmet, you locked it in the top box of your motorcycle before striding across the parking lot toward the Hardeck. A familiar bike was parked a few spots away, the sight of it brought a flurry of emotions. The bar wasn’t yet crowded, and the faint sound of the jukebox poured out into the world as you threw open the front door.

Carefully you pulled the aviators from your face, hanging them by a bow on your bomber jacket. The leather was filled to the brim with patches, each one a physical reminder of the job that consumed your life. Glancing around the sparsely populated bar, it took no time to find the person you were looking for, his focus concentrated on the cell phone in his hand. Closing the distance between you and the older man, you couldn’t help but make yourself known. 

“You struggling to read that phone old man?” 

Maverick’s head snapped up to find the voice that had just spoken to him, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening as a wide smile spread across his face. Standing up to greet you, his strong arms pulled you into a hug before holding you at arm’s length and giving you a once-over. 

“Y/N Kazansky, my God look at you!” 

“Pete Mitchell, how the hell are you? I kinda can’t believe he managed to get you back here. You must’ve royally fucked up this time.” 

Breathing a laugh through his nose, Mav took a moment before responding, “Yeah, well… your father’s very persuasive. And they are called orders for a reason.” 

“That is very true.” 

“Now, here’s the real question, how are you feeling?” Maverick’s green eyes were serious as he captured your hands in his and guided you both down onto seats at the bar. 

“Cleared to fly, so there’s that,” wanting nothing more than avoid this topic, you averted your gaze from his. 

“That’s not what I asked.” 

“Don’t give me that look, Mav. What do you want me to say?” 

“It’s the only one I’ve got, and I want you to answer my question. No bullshit.” 

“I feel fine, Uncle Pete. The Navy says I’m good, so I'm good. Can we please not talk about this right now?” 

“All right, we can do that.” 

“Thank you,” inhaling deeply you sat back on your seat, “I missed you ya know.” 

“Missed you too kid. Can I even call you that anymore?” 

“Only if I can keep calling you ‘old man’ ”

The tension began to fall away allowing for easy conversation to flow. Several minutes passed before someone returned to the bar to take your order, their surprised voice cut directly into the story Pete was telling. 

“Jesus, a Mitchell, and a Kazansky are sitting at my bar. What the hell did I do to deserve this?” 

Looking up, you couldn’t help but smirk at the woman standing before you, “Come on now, Penny. You wound me, when have I ever caused a problem? 

“Oh, it’s not you I’m worried about, it’s that one,” gesturing to Pete with the glass in her hand she continued to speak as she wiped down the countertop “Better judgment seems to disappear when he’s around.” 

“Can’t argue with that,” you and Penny shared a laugh at Maverick’s expense, his scoff audible. 

“Here ya go, Lieutenant,” Penny slid a tall glass of what had always been your favorite beer across the bar, letting it come to rest in front of you. 

“Uhh… thanks, Pen, but can I just get some ice water?” 

“Sure,” her eyebrows knitted together at your request. Penny and Maverick shared a look as she turned to fill up a glass with water. A question was clearly written over her features but now wasn’t the time to discuss it. Knowing this, Mav shook his head ‘no’ nearly imperceptibly. He knew why there had been a change, and that you’d share when and if you were ready. 

“There ya go,” a fresh glass of ice water sat on the counter in front of you now, a slice of lime hanging on the rim as the sides already started to form condensation.

“So, Pete, what are you doing here?” Penny’s eyes narrowed as she assessed him, her gaze leaving no room for escape. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” 

Feeling the shift in conversation you decided this was your moment to exit, there would be plenty of time in the coming weeks to catch up with your godfather, “All right, I’m gonna take this as my sign to go. Have a great night you two. Oh and Penny, don’t be afraid to ring that bell.” 

With your drink in hand, you slipped off the stool and headed toward the pool tables, determined to snag one of the high tops before the rest of the evening rush hit the bar. Golden light continued to melt into the space warming the leather seats closest to the windows. The heat was just enough to be felt through your jeans as you pulled yourself up into the high chair. It’d been a long time since you’d been home in San Diego, and it was nights like this with the perfect temperature and blue sky painted in bold oranges and pinks that made you nostalgic for a time in your life when things were simpler. A time when death seemed like a far-off concept. 

Sipping the cool water, you tried to focus on the roll of the waves against the shore. The rhythm settled your heartbeat with each wash over the sand. Lost in the beauty, you missed the sound of approaching steps, it was only the loud boom of his voice that yanked you from your peaceful daydream.

“Is that Y/N Kazansky? Look here Coyote, it’s a shining example of nepotism in the wild.” turning to look at his friend, he started to speak again before looking back at you, “You cleared to fly yet, Riot? Or did the Navy finally decide to ground your ass for good?” 

“Leave me alone, Seresin.” 

“Oh come on, sweetheart. I’m just askin’ the question we all want to know.”

“Fuck you, Bagman.”

“Oh, don’t be bitter… I’m just speakin’ the truth.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t give a shit,” fully over this interaction, you made to leave, on your way out you heard Hangman’s voice rise over the crowd once more. Yet again, insulting fellow aviators. It seemed to be the only way he knew how to speak. 

“What do we have here? If it ain’t Phoenix. And here I thought we were special, Coyote. Turns out the invite went to anyone.”

Choosing to ignore the conversation unfolding back at the pool table, you continued to make your exit. A quick stop at the bar to drop off your glass and then you were on your way out officially. The warm air flooded around you as your boots hit the gravel. Not wanting to stop, you kept your eyes down focusing solely on the crunch of the stones beneath your feet. You were almost back to your bike when the sound of music blasting from a car radio yanked your attention back up. Your heart stuttered in your chest at the sight before you. 

Frozen in place you watched as Bradley Bradshaw threw his Bronco into park and flung open the door. His Hawaiian shirt fluttered in the wind as he slammed the door behind himself. From a distance, it was easy to stare, to take in the way that time had changed the man you once knew even better than yourself. It was easy to forget for a second just how much had happened, just how broken the pair of you had become.

Not wanting to draw attention to yourself, you waited until Bradley had disappeared inside the building. Satisfied that he wouldn’t be returning anytime soon, you grabbed your helmet and prepared to ride. The engine grumbled life below you, and in a matter of seconds, you powered your way out of the lot. 

The ride home was short, but even so, it flew by in record time. Whether that was due to your speed or lack of concentration... it’d be difficult to know. The light in the kitchen could be seen as you walked up to the front door. Pushing it open, you followed the glow. And there she sat, her face in her hands staring down at the papers on the table. 

“Hey, Mom. Everything okay?” 

Startling, her light brown curls bounced, her hand flying up to clutch her chest, “Oh, Jesus Y/N you scared me. Yeah, everything is fine sweetie. Just some bills.” 

Standing quickly, she pushed back from the table, taking the papers with her. Her slippers scuffed lightly over the wood floor as she busied herself, refolding the towel in front of the oven multiple times before moving to unload the dishwasher. 

“You’re home early. Did you have a nice time with your uncle? How was he?” 

“It was good, yeah. He seemed anxious to be back here, but he’s doin’ good,” your body sagged at the memory of how the evening had actually turned out.  

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, honey?” 

“I’m fine, just a little tired. Is umm… is dad still up?” 

“No, sweetheart, he went to bed a while ago.” 

“Oh, okay,” taking a pause you let your emotions settle for a second, “I’ll just talk to him later I guess.” 

“You know you can always talk to me, right?” 

“I know, Mom,” pulling her in tight for a hug, you inhaled deeply taking in the smell of her perfume. The floral sweetness enveloped your sense, easing the tension in your shoulders a little, “I love you.”

“Love you too.” 

You let go of the hug first, dropping the hold on your mother, and giving her a kiss on the temple before moving away down the hall to the stairs. The steps were steady under your feet as your hand slid up the banister. One step at a time you reached the landing, and turned left toward the room that had been yours since childhood.

With the door closed firmly, you practically fell down onto the worn mattress. Your back burned with a dull ache, while the throbbing in your left knee and hip pulsed more acutely. The pain had become your constant companion. In the darkness of the unlit room, it was difficult to see beyond tonight, beyond the hurt, beyond the nightmares that sat just out of sight, but you’d made a promise. A promise to keep going. Tomorrow would be a new day, a fresh chance to find your way back to what you’d been before… if that was even a possibility. 

[sleekervae]

Surrender | Remington x Eva

Masterlist

A/N: Happy Halloween! I've got a cold like you wouldn't believe so I figured it's time to bless you guys with some treats. A little vampire-esque fantasy blurb based on this ask.

Summary: Remington catches Eva writing about her fantasies

Warnings: fanfiction writing, some tumblr angst, light but tantalizing smut, a lot of hickeys

⋆ WORD COUNT — 3.6k

Slowly, Victoria pushed the bedroom door open, contrasting against the quickening of her beating heart. She had given him time and he had found no cure for her. She was ready to embrace death if it meant him and his brothers could be saved.

Skin still damp from the pouring rain she clung tightly to her cloak, making her way downstairs in his eerily homely home. It was warm, as it has been throughout her stay there. Usually he would never feel the need to turn on the heating, but with a human under his roof he’d grown considerate of her comfort. Aldous basically did what he could to keep Victoria alive, all while staying well out of her way and in turn not killing her himself.

Before she even had the chance to call out his name in the open living area, he was resting against the doorway in front of her – as though he sensed her coming. Water beads trickled down her face when she stayed completely still, frozen, staring at the vampire who’d been hellbent on protecting her soul.

Aldous swallowed, wetting his lips all while his eyes slid over her body and drinking in her silhouette in her dainty, floral corset. Unlike herself, he was dressed more casually in a loose, puffy shirt and suspenders drawn tightly against his torso. All tied together with black slacks and bare feet. His disregard for colour palettes or themes when it came to fashion choices never failed to amuse Victoria.

“Did you need something?” His voice was flat, unreadable, much like the expression blanketing his sharp profile that only softened by the wavy locks of blonde hair tickling his thick brows, “Did you leave another book here?”

“No… I just-, I just wanted to see you I guess," she sighed absentmindedly, shaking some excess water from her hair, “It’s pretty lonely up there,”

The look on Aldous' face was nothing short of pained when his eyes squeezed shut, he looked almost guilty before he pinched the bridge of his nose, “Victoria… I’m sorry. But it’s for your own safety,"

“You’ve never hurt me before,” she mumbled, averting his gaze.

And he hadn’t. Initially when Victoria first met Aldous all those months ago, she was terrified of him and the prospect of what he could do to her. He was strong, a lot stronger than a regular bitten vampire, he’s a Blackwell vampire, he was born for this life. It was in his veins and always had been. Even before he and his brothers secured their place in the immortal world, the monster he became lingered beneath the surface. Waiting. Begging to be freed.

But then she got to know Aldous on a personal level, and he would do anything to keep her safe. The fact she was standing in his house proved the fact on some level, despite having no soul, he did care about her. There had been moments together, heated moments, moments that would last an eternity in his mind, where he could’ve succumb to his inner demon and blood lust. But he didn't.

Aldous' features soften upon meeting Victoria's eyes, his doe-like eyes may be raven black in colour but they were swimming with emotion, enough to make her drown in them, “Truthfully I don’t know what’s worse,” He frowned, pink lips parted, “Staying away from you makes me crave you more, but being near you…”

“Makes you want to kill me,” Victoria cleared her throat, somewhat overwhelmed by his presence.

A while ago he’d asked her if she believed in fate, soulmates, convinced that she and he were tied by the beauty of the moon. But as she watched the man in front of her physically struggle to breathe around her, Victoria was reminded that it was nothing more than the curse of the Blackwell bloodline.

The corners of his lips quirked up into a soft smile, “It’s not the curse,” His voice was low, still equal parts infuriating and endearing that he could read her thoughts and she'd never get used to it. “You’re… It’s…. It’s more than that. If I were only interested in you because of the curse you would’ve been dead a long time ago. The curse complicates things, but, well…”

“Maybe it’d be better for everyone if I just died already and got this over with.” she chuckled, while simultaneously trying to ease the budding tension with a joke at her own expense it was obvious Aldous didn't see the funny side. His frown deepened, a small hum escaping him.

“Is that how you really feel?”

“I’m just saying…” she sigh, squeezing the cloak around her body a little tighter, “I give my life in exchange for the Visigoths leaving you alone… And you won’t have to waste time searching for a miracle. You can go back to your normal life before we met—”

“My time will never be wasted when spent on you.” He took a step forward, surprising her, his jaw clenched so tight she wondered if vampire bones were capable of shattering, “If it takes me forever to get ride of Lilith then so be it, I’m not prepared to let you die.”

She tried to reason with him, shuffling a cautious step in his direction, “I don’t want you to be in pain anymore, if dying is the only way—”

“I’m not going to let that happen!” The projection of his voice startled her, but not as much as the loud bang followed by bricks crumbling around his feet after he punched the door frame did. She stared at him wide-eyed and frightened, unable to peer away from the way his chest heaves up and down with each angry breath. “I need more time… I’ll find a way.”

At this she lost it, laughing humourlessly before she matched his volume and rage, “There isn’t another way Aldous! You’ve tried!” she rushed over to him, until she was in arms-length distance and being mindful not to step in the aftermath of his temper, “I can’t live like this anymore, knowing that it’s hurting you and your family… I just-, I want this to be over with. I’m ready,” she sighed, eyes fluttering shut. It was such a relief to say that out loud.

Aldous swallowed, dark eyes zoned in on her face, “Well I’m not ready to lose you, Victoria,”

“It has to be this way, to save --”

“I'm not letting you go, not yet. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you,” He began, trembling boney hands gently finding purchase on her shoulders, “You’re the poem the universe wrote only for me.”

A tiny gasp betrayed her when his cold fingers found her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. It was indescribable how beautiful the man was standing before her, even in his human life he must’ve been the most handsome person around. His eyes were dark in colour, framed by even darker delicate lashes. The pits of her stomach ignited with desire, along with an uncontrollable need to be closer to him. A pull so inhumane and sewn deep into her soul that Victoria struggled to compare it to anything she'd ever experienced. It was Aldous' breath, warm against her lips that broke her from the trance, gazing up at him with big eyes.

“I know you feel this too… This comfort, this desire…” He whispered, until his lips were a hair away from hers, his own eyes sliding shut, “The ache in your heart, is my promise to you that this is more than the curse. You belong with me,"

“Then change me,” she pled quietly, cupping his angled jaw with her hands, “There’s no way to beat the curse, if it’s death that completes his transition… Technically I’ll be dead. Change me.”

“There’s no guarantee it’ll save you or us, there’s no guarantee you’ll even survive it… Not every human is strong enough to withstand it. It’s too risky. Your life isn’t something I’m willing to take chances on.”

She sighed again, pressing her forehead to his, “Please, Aldous...”

"Whatcha' working on?"

Eva nearly jumped out of her seat, moving swiftly to change the tab on her laptop, "Remington!" she spun around in her chair, coming face-to-face with her moppy-haired boyfriend. He gave her a curious glance, his brow popped and she prayed he couldn't hear her heart thundering in her chest, "I -- I didn't hear you come in..."

"Yeah, I just got home," he chuckled, "Did I startle you?"

"Just a little bit," she nodded sheepishly as she glanced around their shared space. It was bright out when she last checked, now it was bordering on the sun setting, the clouds blanketing the sky a dark, dull bluish grey, "Oh my gosh, it's late. I totally forgot about dinner!"

"Don't worry. We can order in," he bent down to give her a kiss, smoothing her hair out of her face with a gentle stroke of his fingers, "What were you working on?"

Eva shrugged back, "Oh, just... more paperwork and stuff. Client reports... taxes..." she hated that she was such a bad liar.

"Taxes aren't due until spring, babe," he tutted.

"And why not start now rather than later?" she replied with a simple shake of the head, getting up in search of her cat, "Where is Pluto? I gotta' feed him,"

"I think I saw him dart under the couch," he noted, glancing at her computer from the corner of his eye. Eva groaned aloud.

"Not even a smoke bomb's gonna' get him out," she turned around and to her horror, Remington was hunched over her computer, skimming through the blank article she clicked to, "What're you doing?" she asked, her tone sharp and swift.

He turned back to her, a small smirk curling at the corners of his lips. She loved that smirk as equally as she did hate it, "Are you hiding something from me?" he asked, two fingers scrolling up and down on her track pad.

She scoffed back, shooing his hand away, "Of course not,"

"You sure?"

"Yes, yes I am,"

He took a step forward to which she took one back, "You were just working on taxes?"

"... yes," she stiffened.

His smirk grew, trying to stifle his laugh. He found her so stupidly adorable when she was flustered. Eva winced when the backs of her thighs hit the edge of her desk.

"... And is Aldous Blackwell your financial advisor? Or is he an accountant?"

Remington was delighted when Eva smacked his arm repeatedly with her sweater paws, her hands stuffed into the cuffs. He laughed as he grabbed ahold of her, awing at her pouty lips and her averted blue eyes.

"Shut up! You saw -- you dick!" she whined.

"Well of course I saw!" he cackled, "If I walk in and Pluto's the only one who greets me I know you're working on something important. Clearly -- my alter ego is very important to you," he winced and cringed as she smacked him again, "Okay, okay! Calm down! It's okay!" he assured her.

Eva wasn't one for hearing his assurances. She buried her face in her hands, grumbling to herself, "Please don't tell anyone,"

"Are you crazy? I'm not gonna' tell anybody! C'mon, look at me," he replied, taking her hands away and placing them around his waist, "How long have you been working on that?"

She huffed, debating whether it would be more worth her while to kill him or herself in that moment, "I -- Billie and I were going through some of your videos and we were watching Tonight is the Night I Die and... I just had this idea and it fit so well into your story line..."

Remington stepped back, taking his spot in her chair. The screws squeaked under his weight and the padding on the arms were worn, but it was comfortable for him nonetheless, "Tell me about it,"

Eva sat on the edge of her desk, she thought about telling him to fuck off, or she'd simply walk away and try to change the topic. However, she began to laugh. Not a full belly laugh, a bashful stream of giggles that matched the tinge of blush on her cheeks.

"I -- there's no -- I can't," she stammered nervously.

"Oh, c'mon Eva," he drawled, pouting his moist, pink lips at her. Eva looked away, knowing she was always unable to deal with that pleading look he perfected, "Or I could just read the blog post if you prefer..."

"Absolutely not," she shut that down very quickly. The only thing she treasured more than her cat or him was her secret blog, still swearing up and down that she'd never show him, "... I wrote about this girl who owes a debt to the Visigoth family, so they send her into the Blackwell manor and they give her this potion that infects her blood so if one of the brothers bite her, they die. The catch is that the potion is slowly killing her until vampire saliva is injected into her arteries. So the only way she can save her life is if the brothers bite her, but she ends up falling in love with one of them and yada-yada-yada. It's so cliché," she huffed, crossing her arms across her chest like a child.

Remington was amused to say the least. He rolled closer to her, his hand brushing up and down her bare knee, "I don't think so. It's an interesting angle. What part were you at before I came along?"

This had to be a test from God, it must've been a biblical test of patience for her. Eva shook her head, "I'm not answering that,"

"Why?"

"Remington..."

He lifted her feet into his lap and rolled the chair closer, her legs bending so he could rest his chin on her knee, "C'mon, please? I swear I won't laugh. I can't speak for Pluto,"

Eva rolled her eyes, nevertheless she knew he wasn't going to let this go. If there was one thing Remington had going for him, it was his persistency, "I was right about to dive into the cesspool of animalistic vampire sex that was so carnal it would make Morticia Addams blush,"

"... And your female protagonist -- does she bare a striking resemblance to someone I know?" he asked.

"... Maybe..."

He quirked his brow again, his intrigue fully peaked now. His fingertips tickled at the undersides of her thighs, reaching the hem of her cotton shorts and drifting down again. Eva swallowed back whatever uneasiness was bubbling in her throat, could pick off by the darkened look in his eyes that Remington was already up to no good.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"What?" he echoed back, feigning innocence.

"I get nervous when you look at me that way," she replied, her giggles bubbling with apprehension.

"Why? I could offer you some inspiration, if you need," he said.

"I don't have writers' block,"

"And?"

She couldn't lie that the masochist in her enjoyed how he toyed with her nerves. That being said, she enjoyed playing hard to get even more.

"You're ridiculous," she pushed him back with her foot before hopping off the desk.

"Me?" he gaped with mock insult, "You love me so what does that say about you?"

She smirked back, rocking back and forth on her heels, "That I probably need a psych eval,"

Remington's eyes narrowed and he gripped hard on the armrests of her chair. His head leaned back against the rest, his dark eyes fell into slits and his long dark hair fell at the sides of his face, and Eva swore she only saw him look so brooding once before.

"C'mere," he waved her over with his hand.

Eva shook her head, "No,"

"Please?" he leaned forward.

"Nope," she took a step back.

"Eva..."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Oh, you have no idea," and with that, he took off out of the chair. Eva took off a second later, a chase ensuing throughout their apartment. Squeals and childish laughter echoed through the air, likely heard by their neighbours but they couldn't give two shits.

Remington finally slid across the floor to grab Eva, lifting her by her waist and tossing her over his shoulder. She slapped at his butt, a futile attempt to get him to put her down but she was awash in joyful giggles that were just music to his ears.

She was still laughing when he tossed her down on the bed, quick to pin her arms over her head as he crawled on top of her. His lips crashed over hers in an instant, messy and rough and so devilishly hypnotizing. In and instant the mood in the room went from playful to carnal; no matter how Eva squirmed or tugged Remington refused to let her loose.

He was careful not to smother her with his weight, a sly smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her, "You're so cute,"

Eva's only coherent response was to stick her tongue out at him. Remington chuckled darkly, "I'm gonna' bite that tongue, young lady," he mused.

Remington wet his lips, flashing her a lascivious grin before he moved forward, bringing his lips just before hers. He breathed against her, teasing her with the idea of a kiss, before turning to the side and finding her neck.

 Goosebumps freckled her skin as the heat of his breath hit her pulse point, and within a hot second, Eva was a goner. Remington's lips pressed against your throat, and the connection was so incredibly electric, her body tensed, currents crackling throughout her veins. 

Eva squirmed as his teeth scraped across her skin, applying enough pressure in his bites to certainly leave a mark but not to puncture the skin. He let his lips brush back and forth over her collarbones, kissing her lightly before suckling hard. His teeth grazed over the warm skin, leaving soft red imprints, tongue darting out to lick at any marks he might have left behind, but before he could actually get his lips to suck the hickey he desperately wanted to lay on her skin, she called out to him.

"Remington," a moan of his name and he was pulled from her neck, lips detaching, still parted slightly, puffs of air slipping through his teeth. Driven on instinct and fed on her whines he craved to hear the moan again, see the marks imprint his mind once more,

“What is it?” he cooed, taking her face in his with one hand, eyes still lingering to the pretty marks, “Tell me what’s wrong?” he smiled when she bashfully looked away.

"Nothing's wrong," she groaned, but it was more than the eye could see. She was consumed by the power he had over her, was torn between how gentle he was being with her and simultaneously craved him to ravage her.

"I never thought about it until now," with no objections, he tore away the shorts and slowly from her body, gliding them down her legs, "But I think if Aldous had a lover that he would be very passionate... but he'd also be very impatient if he didn't get his way,"

Eva exhaled heavily, squirming as his fingers slid over her slit through her panties, "And if he was here right now what would he want?" she asked.

" -- He'd want to hear all the pretty sounds you make when your pussy is played with... just like this," two fingers were on her clit, rubbing in short, concentrated circles, "And if his lover liked to put up a fight, then he wouldn't stop until you surrendered to him; doesn't matter how many times he has to fuck you,"

Make noise she did, not that she could help it. Her hips bumped up with every pass, every twirl and manipulation on her clit had her silently begging for more. She mewled, struggling to pull her arms down for some little seam of control but Remington was relentless.

He pushed her against the mattress, looming over her with his incredible body. He completely swathed her, entirely controlling her pleasure as his lips drew sinfully arousing kisses on her neck, hungry and lustful while his fingers played calculated chords between her legs. 

 His teeth lightly nipped her skin before his tongue smoothed the ache, and he moved onto another part of her neck, ravaging it. She wriggled underneath him, exhilarated by his body pinning her into the wall, his hips pressing into hers — she didn’t ever want him to stop.

“It's okay, baby,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her head while he curled his fingers down and then upwards, brushing against that spot deep within her, “Talk to me,” he encouraged. 

“Feels good,” she whimpered, almost whining when he slid his fingers out of her and dragged his fingertips over her clit, “So fucking good.”

“I can tell,” he chuckled, sliding two fingers back in, “You’re opening up for me,”

“F-fuck,” she moaned brokenly, turning and burying her face into the crook of his arm. Remington sped up the pace of his fingers after, her sinful moans only spurring him on.

“You gonna come?” he whispered and she nodded, gaping when his lips reattached to her neck and he sucked hard, “Go ahead baby, come for me,"

“Rem,” she gasped, her back arching against his chest when he used his thumb to brush against her clit. 

“Be good and come on my fingers baby,” he whispered, filthy words pushing her over the precipice, her orgasm rippling from the top of her head to the ends of her toes.

Remington felt a surge of power, easing her legs wide as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her, lips dragging down to fresh skin around her chest and bringing more hickeys to the surface, sucking on her like a god damn vampire.

[italkalot06]

Complicated- part two- Luffy x reader Smutish

warnings: smutty, cursing, my girl kink

word count:1505

You stumble through the girls’ quarters, as the angry words burn through your throat, “Leave me the fuck alone,” Luffy right on your heels. A strong hand grabbing your shoulder, “Do you not like me anymore?” Luffy asks timidly behind you slightly tugging, you laugh yanking yourself from his touch, your other shoulder slumping against the wall in the process.

 “You know, you shouldn’t do things like this to people, Luffy, it's misleading. You lack complete and utter regard for how your actions affect other people,” you breath shakes as you pour out your drunken thoughts, ones you don’t necessarily mean. “Not everyone can be as carefree and loose as you, and as convincing as you are, I can’t be your little fling whenever it seems convenient for you, Captain, sorry.”  Pushing off the wall you walk over to your bed, falling into the covers, letting out a long sigh. “Selfish bastard.” You mumble into the blankets. 

Luffy’s flinches from the insult and his head hurts from trying to understand your words, he simply isn't wired this way. Relationships have always confused him, not only was he bad at romance in general, but he’d never been in a position of liking someone this close to him, ever. He’s never seen himself as the type of guy to want more from someone than their friendship. Then he met you, he knew from the start you made him feel different, and he understood they were more than just platonic.

You being a part of his life made him feel understood. No one made him laugh the way you do, and no one could get him as excited as you do. His achy cock and yearning heart reminded him constantly especially on nights like these; where you were nothing but eccentric and lively.

 A beautiful smile on your face as you laughed and danced with Nami and Chopper, calling Sanji for more booze, hyping Franky and Usopp up to do something stupid. Luffy loved the way you fit perfectly with him and his crew, you were happy and free, but brave and strong and always ready for a fight when things got serious. He didn’t always feel this way, though. Before losing the crew and Ace these feelings were easier to ignore, easy to sweep under the rug as weird thoughts, but now all his emotions were bubbling to the top. It all confused him so much so, to say he didn’t care about you, wouldn’t be true. He's done and will do anything to keep you happy, but right now he’s not sure what to do.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to kiss you, Y/N.” Luffy finally says defeated, you turn your head partially to see him out of the corner of your eye. Standing there looking frustrated, brows turned downward, lips pointed in a frown, you can practically see the wheels turning in his head. “This shits so complicated.” He sighs out before flopping down next to you. “Told you so. If you want more from me then say it, say what you want and mean it.” You tell him bluntly, lips still muffled from the sheets.

 His eyes shift to yours, deep brown almost black by the way his pupils are blown. “I-,” licking his lips in thought, “ I don’t know, I want you to want me back. Let me kiss you again. Let me touch you.” You huff, cheeks burning from his confession, “I do want you, but you don’t understand what I’m saying, I'm not kissing you or anything if your intentions aren’t good. I can’t wake up in the morning knowing it's all fun and games to you, Lu.” His eyes soften and a signature grin grows on his face, before a warm hand gently pinches your cheek. 

“Jeez, you think too much, You’re my girl, come on now, Y/N,” he laughs, “I’m not good with all the boyfriend/girlfriend, lovey/dovey stuff, it’s too much for me, but I promise I don’t feel this way about anyone else. And I’m sorry I’m not boyfriend material.” His words are sincere by the way he admires you, thumb rubbing smooth circles on your cheek.

 Propping a hand under your head to get a better look at him, all you can think is how you didn’t expect this amount of honesty and thought from him. Maybe Luffy truly was different and didn’t want to just slip it in after a party, this really was his way of confessing. A sly smirk spreads on your lips at the thought of him calling you ‘his girl’.

 “Don’t look at me like that, say something dammit.” His pouting look makes you laugh before replying, 

“I don’t need a boyfriend Luffy, just promise me you won’t hurt me, okay? I don’t want this to end badly or feel like it’s a mistake. Stay honest and keep being your crazy self and I’ll be happy, deal?” 

“Deal! I’d never hurt you, pretty girl, I’ll make you the Queen of Pirates, just stay by my side you’ll see.” 

(would literally cream my pants)

You both have a goofy smile on your red faces before your lips meet again.The kiss is hot and passionate as teeth clink together and tongues fight to explore one another. The hand on your cheek slipping to your nape as Luffy pulls you in for a deeper make-out session. His presence and need dominating over what little fight you had. You moan quietly as he rolls over on top of you sucking each breath from your lips, your hands finding their way back into his soft locks, tugging lightly. 

Luffy’s mind goes into a frenzy, finally feeling your body against him, his breathing becomes heavy and erratic. His kisses get messier and rough, as his hands start to roam your body gripping your curves and pulling you impossibly closer to him. The heat pooling between your legs grows unbearable as you involuntarily start rolling against his groin. 

He groans loudly into your ear from the friction, the sound sending shivers down your spin and more slick to pour out of you. He bites your jaw the pain making you let out another more breathy moan, Luffy’s hips bucked rather harshly into your own, letting out, 

“God, yes, my girl,” he moans as he humps into your puffy, sensitive clit, “you’re my girl.” His words of reassurance sends a new wave of lust through you, pulling him back into a kiss, your own hands exploring his tanned skin, running your fingertips over his muscular arms before moaning while digging your nails into his shoulders from the pleasure of his strained shorts rubbing perfectly into your bundle of nerves, the coil in your stomach tightening.

“Fuck, Luffy, please don’t stop, I’m so close.” You beg him, grinding yourself against him harder to reach your high, your moans coming more frequently and in higher pitches as your legs shake against his hips. Luffy’s eyes are glued to your face as he watches you fall apart, his hands move to grab your hips grinding you harder against his cock, your arms wrap around his torso pulling his body into you with each thrust.

“Come on pretty girl, do it I’m gonna cum soon,” He encourages you, his own moans getting whiny and loud as he leans back on his haunches thrusting roughly into your clothed pussy, like he’s trying to fuck you with your clothes on. He can feel your pussy spasming against his cock, as he watches your eyes roll back into your head before you let out a wanton moan, shaking harshly against Luffy repeating his name like a mantra while seeing stars, begging him to cum too.

“Mhm pretty girl, I hear ya’,” he grunts, “Come’ere kiss me.” He demands, while you’re a shuddering, shaking mess against his merciless humps against your overstimulated, throbbing clit. He grabs your cheeks in one hand pushing them together to pucker your lips. His kisses are devouring as your brain is swimming with nothing but the thought of the man on top of you. You can feel a second more intense orgasm licking at your spine, the knot in your stomach tighter than before, hips bucking frantically against Luffy’s, 

“Oh fuck, Lu! I’m cumming again!” Luffy’s thrusts slow down but each one just as powerful as the last before you can feel him twitch against your clothed cunt, hips stuttering as he empties his balls into his shorts. It’s your turn to watch as his eyes roll back, loud guttural moans escape from his lips as his hands move to grip your head pulling you in for another kiss. 

His own climax sending you into your second of the night, the tightened coil in your stomach snapping as his lips met yours. Pitchy squealed moans being swallowed by Luffy as he rubs himself into over-stimulation while you come down. Your body a shuddering, sticky mess, but you allow your captain to rut into you again and again.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

authors  notes:

Hiiii, thank you for the patience, its short but I don’t write smut so I wanted to give it a shot. I did not expect the first part to get any attention, love u gyms sm <3

[chaoticarson16]

Hey guys I think my school is like slowly becoming cam half-blood or Hogwarts or something-

Here’s my list of reasons why! 😃👍

1. My friend, we’ll call him T, is rumored to alter the wind with his emotions. One day he was pretty upset and everyone could tell and the moment you stepped outside it was hella windy. When he’s happy or excited, it’s a small warm breeze. Another day he wasn’t feeling the best, a small cold or allergies I think, and there was a decent breeze but it was freezing.

2. We’ll call this friend H, well H is insanely lucky. The one day they forgot their music for band, we didn’t have to play. Another day they forgot their whole instrument and practice was canceled because the director couldn’t make it. They also got into the college and band they auditioned for first try, which we’re all super proud of them for!

3. This one is actually about me- I’ve been told I rain dance. I only figured this out when I fully danced to a few songs, liked danced a certain way different to what I usually do, and danced through the entirety of all the songs. My whole town proceeded to flood for about three days the following day- I thought that was just a coincidence and told my friends and they asked me to do it again so I did and it poured and flooded my whole school. Mind you the first one was in the middle of summer in a desert and the second during early fall where it’s hot as hell. Now when they want it to rain they’ll ask me like a day in advance, and I’ll dance and it ends up raining for a bit in the next day or two. I think it’s just coincidence cause there’s a few times it doesn’t work but my friends don’t think so-

4. Now this friend I will be dubbing as J. J is able to predict the exact moment you hear thunder. Like you don’t even have to see the lightning, he’ll just point a finger up in the air then you hear thunder like a second later. It doesn’t even have to be raining, it could just be really windy and it’ll still happen.

5. Now these two people have sort of similar things. My friend R has this really strong sense of Deja vu, but only for mundane things. They see small, mundane glimpses of the future and they always happen. My partner, A, sees the future in his dreams. So far he’s said four of the five big things he’s seen have come true.

6. One of my band directors and his kid, we’re calling them Big G and Little G, have the ability to teleport. Everybody in the band believes it and we’ve all seen it multiple times. Big G could be standing on the field with us and we’ll look to our other director who’s on the tower and by the time we look back at him he’s at the top of the tower with our other director. He’s also gone from being on the turf with us to the top level of the stadium in the time it took for us to glance at our other director. And we think this ability is genetic cause his kid does it too. Once during a parent meeting me and one of my friends stepped out for a bit cause we got bored. We saw him scootering around the teacher parking lot and other small buildings. He’d go around one corner and emerge on the opposite side of the building. He even went behind one building and came back around another. There are a lot stories is stories about Big G’s ability to teleport and now Little G’s starting to gain some as well.

[dutchforstrangers]

Something about us - A Taiora one-shot

Just here quickly to drop this after being on a big hiatus (sorry...), because it's @jamesthedigidestined's birthday today! And he became a very special friend to me this last year, during good and bad times, so this is my present and a thank you to him <;3

James, we've talked about so many things. Such different things. All things Taiora, but also other animes, Avatar the Last Airbender, personal stuff and so on. I tried to compile some of those things into a one-shot, obviously Taiora, because that was what initially brought you to me. And there's something about us ;)

All the love! Big hugs ^^

Taiora one-shot | Genre: Angsty domestic fluff? | Characters: Sora Takenouchi (POV) x Taichi Yagami | Wordcount: 1.778

Something about us

Sora, 7:12pm Taichi…?

Taichi, 7:14pm Yes?

Sora, 7:14pm Are you available?

Taichi, 7:17pm As in single? Nope. I’m dating you, remember?

Sora, 7:18pm No, you ass. As in could you maybe come over to my place? Like, now?

Taichi 7:18pm Already on my way!

x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

She read his message over and over again, unsure whether he was serious or not. It hadn’t always been like that, he wasn’t always the fastest to feel or know she wasn’t feeling well. But as they all grew up, Taichi did too. And when it came to Sora, he didn’t need a reason to come over any longer, Taichi had a sixth sense.

One thing that had never changed was that, in the end, he was always there for her. Sora had always appreciated that a lot. They had each other’s backs, were basically ride or die for the other. And so it was only a matter of time before they moved from football buddies, to friends, to best friends, even back to just friends, to unexpected crushes, to eventually boy- and girlfriend.

Lovers.

Sora’s lips curled up at the thought of that word and the association she had with it. Because even though people had said it was only a matter of time for the two of them to finally realize, at first, she herself hadn’t seen it coming at all.

When the realization of love struck, it came like a storm. Thunder and lightning made the sky lit up in a sudden manner. A whirlwind raged over her lands, leaving a track of confusion behind. Then rain poured down and slowly washed away doubts and concerns. And as the storm of emotions lied down, a cool breeze made stormy clouds drift apart, showing Sora the sun she had always been with, but had never seen like that one part that completed her clear blue skies.

They called it “love at first sight, but a bit late”. 

Sora glanced at the clock. 7:46pm.

She hadn’t expected him here already, though she would lie to herself if she said she wasn’t disappointed.

With winter here and Christmas around the corner, Sora felt rather uneasy. Her mother had said it was annual winter moodswings. Which was very plausible, but she had never wanted to admit this was a thing she suffered from. There hadn’t been much time or room for Sora to be vulnerable towards others as she needed to be the strong and bigger one. Everyone counted on her. She was the one who had to take care.

But with Taichi being her rock in every way, she knew she had to exhale those old habits and let herself be taken care for. 

“Let me take care of you, okay?”

Taichi’s words were engraved in her memories. Loud and clear.

*RING!*

Pulled out of her thoughts abruptly, Sora heard the doorbell ring through her little apartment. She hurried herself to the door, making it look like there was no time to lose.

“I’m sorry I’m so late,” Taichi said, his breath creating small clouds in the cold air right outside Sora’s front door. He then stepped inside, closing the door behind him and starting to take off his jacket and shoes.

“Here, let me help—”

“Na-a, missy,” Taichi quickly interrupted, “I can do that myself. You, however, can take this and bring it to the couch or bed. I’ll be there before you know it.” He said, pressing a plastic tote back into her hand and pushing her towards the living area. With one hand he gestured her to move and not stand still, a sweet smile on his face.

As been told, Sora took a seat on the couch and setting the bag to her left side. It didn’t take long for Taichi to follow, plopping into the seat on Sora’s right and in a swift motion, pulling her onto his lap and into a warm embrace with Sora’s legs on either side of his. She wrapped her own arms tightly around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent that she grew to love so much.

“Thank you,” Sora mumbled against his warmth radiating skin.

“For what?”

Sora loosened her grip on him, taking back a head an pulling away from him slightly so she could look at him straight.

“For being here with me.”

Taichi smiled, cupping her face with his hands and pulling it back close to his, but leaving just enough space between himself and her for him to speak. “Anytime.” He said before eventually closing the gap and pressing his lips against hers.

She could feel him kiss kindly, with care and no rush. He took his time for her and she absolutely loved him for it.

“Now tell me, what do you need, or want to do?”

Sora shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know…”

“Oh!” Taichi exclaimed with excitement, reaching over to his left where the plastic tote bag was laying. “Haven’t you wondered what was in there?”

“I guessed it had something to do with food?” Sora questioned, trying to tease back.

“Haha. But no, it’s the reason why I was so late.”

Out of the bag came a headband with tiger ears on it. Sora looked at him confused.

“You were late because of hair accessories?”

“Basically, yes. I don’t know, I walked past a store on my way here and they were displayed in the window. I thought they were cute and they reminded me of you, ” Taichi smirked while placing the hairband in Sora’s hair.

“Not the first time you’re buying me hair accessories. I guess that’s a very special Yagami Taichi love language?”

“Perhaps. I also bought a bunny one for myself. The puppy one was too adorable to leave behind, so I’m bringing that one to Koushiro tomorrow as an early Christmas gift. You though…”

With his hands he roamed down from Sora’s hair over her side to her waist. He pulled her closer and Sora could feel him getting excited.

“You’re my feisty tiger~”

His lips quickly found hers, covering them in kisses and Sora could only follow kissing back. A little make out session wouldn’t harm anyone, Sora thought to herself, but tonight was not a night like that.

She gently placed her hands on Taichi’s chest amidst the kissing, pushing him back slightly.

“Not now.”

“Sorry, my bad.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it though,” Sora quickly followed up. “I’m just… not in that kinda mood…”

Taichi showed her a reassuring grin. “I understand, Sor, it’s okay if you’re not in that mood. We can also just cuddle and talk. Like, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Sora shrugged, pouting.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”

“Mmhm,” she hummed, giving him a half smile as she rolled off of his lap and back into her seat next to him on the couch. She curled herself up against him, words unnecessary, and she turned on the television. There was a football game on which seemed like the perfect thing to watch for now.

Half an hour went by without sharing words. Taichi had brought them something to drink and snack from the kitchen a while ago, but Sora had not yet touched anything. She wasn’t in the mood, she was just feeling low, numbly staring to players playing with a ball over a field back and forth.

“Football or tennis.”

What? Suddenly, Sora turned her head into Taichi’s direction. She looked at him with confusion.

“You have to choose. This or that. Football or tennis?”

“Ehm… Football, I guess?”

Taichi smiled. “Obviously, I would choose football as well!” He happily exclaimed. In his hand he held his phone, the screen lighting up and his eyes scanned the text on it. “Here, I have some more for you.”

Sora smiled fondly, knowing this was his way to cheer her up for the night. Her back straightened and she decided to play along with his little game.

But with every choice she had to make, Sora started to feel a bit more low again. Taichi rambled on, excitedly explaining all of his choices in depth. It was what made him Taichi. Impulsive yet thought through. So innocent and playful yet serious but funny. The thing was, however, that most of his choices -if not all- didn’t line up with hers.

He was being honest, choosing what he thought was the better thing among the options. Sora wondered whether Taichi heard what she chose and if he took her choices into account. A feeling of disappointment overwhelmed her, doubts about them being together flooded her thoughts.

“We’re so not compatible…” Sora sighed, her eyes directed to the ground as she spoke quietly.

“What do you mean?” Taichi asked back, his voice sounding worried.”

“It’s just… You picking all the opposites makes me wonder whether our connection is strong enough…”

There was a short silence. Wanting to fill it up, she wanted to sigh once more, but was interrupted by Taichi’s warm hand holding her chin up and pulling it towards him. His own face closing distance between their faces as well.

“I like us being not alike in everything,” he smiled sweetly. “That way you complete me. And that makes me happy!”

Sora’s eyes grew wide, a bit watery from tears stinging. “Y-you do..?”

Taichi nodded, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close and hugging her tightly one more time. “Now stop worrying, okay?”

She smiled a wide and thankful smile and she was sure he could feel it starting to get its sparkle back.  

“It might not be the right time, I might not be the right one, but there’s something about us I want to say, ‘cause there’s something between us anyw—”

Teasingly, Sora pushed him away and playfully smacked his arm, smirking at his antics and lyrical quoting all the same.  

“Hey! Stop you woman, you’re hurting me..!”

“Then stop quoting Daft Punk lyrics, you baka!”

He laughed, his warmth radiating through her skin like sunshine after rainfall. And she felt thankful, re-understanding why they had always worked so well. Her eyes locked with his, trapped into their intense but sweet staring at each other.

“I love you so much,” he mouthed, knowing he didn’t need to use any sound, his eyes completely focused on her and nothing else.

Taichi saw her, whether it were their similarities or complete differences. Sora’s lips curled up into a relieved smile and shook her head no, thinking about one more difference left. Something about them.   

“I love you more~”

[silverheartlugia2000]

Jason wasn't sure what the hell just happened. One minute he had the Fenton's roped up, getting results, then Danny walks in and all hell broke loose.

They had been loosing. Loosing badly. Babs had already broke her silence once the shooting started and Dick was halfway there on the Wally express. He was sure the others were probably on various other Supers or Flashes that were free but then all the chaos just seemed to freeze.

Jason panicked, thinking he had gone deaf somehow, complete silence in the wake of a warzone. The only thing that moved was Danny, the only sound was Danny, Jason's only thought was DANNY.

Then the scream. it felt like a scream at least, Jason could feel so much emotion pouring off of it. Danny's emotions.

Being revived had left Jason the slightest bit empathic, though it had taken several sessions between JL Dark and Raven to work through the overwhelming rage that lived in his bones. They told him he was a Revenant, an undead with a purpose of vengance. The rage had been caused by his own plans, triggering death trauma onto himself and escalating his now emotion driven soul. That and being hangry for ectoplasm apparently, Ghostbusters was right, who knew?

He had thought Danny had been a meta at first, it made sense with the cloning and all. But now he can see its something else entirely.

He could feel the scream vibrate around him, he could see the Fentons collapse and claw at their ears in what was possibly to them something more like Black Canary's cry.

What Jason could hear, what he was seeing was something different entirely. He can hear the sobs of a boy, the cries of someone injured left alone in the dark as laughter cackles. Jason can see Danny, perfectly normal, HUMAN Danny, standing in front of a tunnel, the same one just feet away without the lazerus green light. watched him walk in, watched him trip, saw his hand hit something before the boy lights up like a lightbulb being turned on. He can see Danny being torn apart and remade. See the fights he was forced into. See the pain when the Fentons turned on him, the town turned on him, the ghosts that interacted with him thinking he would just KNOW, know like they do, all the ins and out of who he was and how he worked. How he was confused and half starved like (Jason had been coming back to Gotham..) Before he finally got someone to tell him what was wrong.

Jason fumbles with his helmet, fighting with the latches barely noticing when he somehow gets knocked over by something hard and then tossed into loose dirt. There's hands suddenly pulling his away and taking the helmet off and he just barely sees Dick's suit in the corner of his vision as he lets his stomach empty onto the ground under him. Coughing and spitting for a good 30 seconds as Dick holds him away from the mess.

Once Jason could breathe without heaving, he leans back into his brother's arms, taking in his surroundings. Dick is hovering, Wally just off to the side having pulled the unconscious Fentons into a pile. B was standing in front of them with Superman looking at here Danny had been standing..

Danny!

Jason scrambles, pushing himself between them to see something in a dark cloak. They had no legs, just a long tail that was currently holding a staff with clocks set into it. In their arms was something small and shiny, glittering like moonlight that trembles as the entity shushes and rocks them.

Batman reaches out to Jason, to stop him from moving forward but he pays it no mind. Drawn toward the shivering star Jason stops just out of reach.

"Is he alright..?" Jason can't help but ask the entity, it felt OLD, old and powerful, strong enough to blink him and everyone else out of existence if it wanted. But right now Jason had the feeling that it wouldn't.

"He will be.. It's been a long day, and without an anchor he's not going to be himself anytime soon."

"He needs something dosen't he? Like I do?" Something to protect, something to keep grounded, something to LIVE for.

"Yes. I would advise taking it slow though, let him make the choice. Though he leans more toward the Banshee classification, he does take after you in more ways than one." Jason can feel the amusement from them, watching as the little star huddles into the cloak, warn out with frost on his cheeks.

Jason feels more than sees Bruce and Dick next to him, Knows they want a full report for why the boy he was tracking down just made a whole ass house dissapear.

"His friends and sisters staying nearby should help." The entity says, gently transfering the small ferret shaped body to him, stopping for one more brush through the moonlight hair. "The first three should be here in a moment. The other sister will be visiting Paris tommorow. If someone were to be hovering near the very tip of the Eiffel tower at 3:26 AM and said 'Clockpa sent me'. she should listen."

Bruce glanced at Clark, getting a small nod. Not that Jay would expect them all getting let back to the manor tonight, not until everyone had their questions answered. Good thing Danny seemed to love space. it would probably help keep his mind off things.

"Oh speaking of which.." The entity hums, their hand suddenly reaching right INTO Danny pulling out two backpacks seemingly already packed, right out of the tiny void of blackness in his arms.

"Tell Jazz he's going to need the leash before you get there, otherwise you might not be able to find him for a week. He dosen't need to worry about the portal either, as it is now settled within him. But he will need lessons on using it, his gate is a bit more complicated than Constantine's teleportation but that man could use a head start on his community service." The entity smiles once more and vanishes into thin air.

Danny lands at the feet of his cloning template, and in a desperate bid to not get murdered by said template, he gave a wry smile before saying, "HI, dad." He then used the moment of stunned silence to escape.

A week later, he regrets his decision as he walks down the stairs to find his template in his living room, interrogating his tied up parents.

[blahandwhatever]

Family time again. Father’s birthday. Party. Drama. Father annoyingly pontificating, talking some truth, talking some bullshit. His little sister eventually snapped at him about his assholism, something frankly a long time coming, though maybe not coming at the best time - there’s been so much worse assholism from him in the past, and frankly I sometimes was baffled at her and her husband, who are relatively sane and decent people compared to the rest of them, never speaking up, though it was clear they always quietly saw it for what it was. I think she finally reached a point where she snapped and it came pouring out, even though the final straw wasn’t all that big. It happens. It looks disproportionate when it happens, but it really isn’t if you understand the buildup to it. And my father and most of his family don’t have the emotional intelligence for that.

She left soon after. Then my father and his other sister he generally regards more poorly (as do I) talked shit about her; did a little of their insufferable amateur psychoanalysis - him undermining her mental stability with her ‘freakout’, the way he did countless times to me and my mother and brother before, clearly feeling the sense of superiority he’s always felt in these situations (his need to feel sane and normal, or at least not so insane and abnormal compared to others, despite his deep unhealthiness has always been strong); the other sister (who had previously described her own children as well as the younger generations in general as ‘too sensitive’) claiming that she is the most emotionally fragile and insecure member of the family. The irony that these two have much higher levels of narcissism than their younger sister, and narcissists are as fragile and insecure as it gets. The irony that - yes, sometimes she can have a bit of a temper, but overall - she’s more emotionally stable than any of them and the only person in the family to have a genuinely healthy, happy marriage and family of her own.

There’s been countless bouts of drama among all four of those siblings (the fourth one now in Poland). Little do any of them know how unhealthy they are, how unhealthy the family is for them, or how it all stems from their parents - and they just can’t keep from flocking together and keeping the toxic cycles going. It’s like the poor man’s Succession.

I was thankfully at least away from the table by the time the drama unfolded, in turns listening in and trying to tune it out. I certainly wasn’t going to engage in this hopelessly deep well of nonsense, especially since I wasn’t on my father’s side, and well, it was his birthday. My father eventually went off to watch TV, my mother (who wasn’t heavily invested in this fight but was more on the younger sister’s side) and aunt continued on with some shit-talking and grievance-airing I didn’t want to listen to, and I went and did some shopping at Target to get away.

As for me and my mother - she was a little chilly at first, but we talked and made peace eventually, and that’s a relief.

My brother was also home for spring break, which was nice. He goes back tomorrow. I gave him a set of the kitty’s paw prints and the ashes to hold on to for a bit.

It was my first time here with the kitty gone, which wasn’t as strange or heartbreaking as it might have been, maybe because I’d already thoroughly processed the loss, maybe because there wasn’t enough alone time to think about it much. But here and there, I’d casually expect to see him around the corner. Three or four times, I instinctively reached to open the shut closet door where his litter box used to be.

My old bedroom has been transformed again, repainted a warmer color, adorned with new bedding, curtains, and furniture. It’s the coziest it’s felt since I moved out. But the bed is still uncomfortable, so I’ll be settling in my parents’ bedroom again once they’re gone.

Sleep has been a little weird recently. I’ve had more trouble than usual getting to it, and at first I thought it might be from sleeping too much, but sleeping less didn’t change things. Then I thought it might be from blasting my eyes with cold, bright photo editing light late at night, so I curbed doing that, but that didn’t change things either. Then I thought it might be low calcium again - this was one of the things that got me to start supplementing it, and I’ve continued doing that, but I kind of reduced the dosage and maybe shouldn’t have. So I’m trying to take an extra dose when I remember but may have to wait and see about the effects of that.

I also haven’t been waking up feeling refreshed, and one day I just fully slept through my alarm, five snoozes and all, which was rather, uh, alarming. Made me kind of anxious about not sleeping through today’s, so I set up separate ones on two phones, one extra-harsh - though my body woke me up several times before any of them went off. And I’ve been getting a bit of the eye infection-ish nonsense again, though I’ve learned how to keep it relatively under control.

It still took remarkably long to get everything ready for housesitting, despite my experience and efforts to organize some things ahead of time and slightly (though not significantly, due to the time-independent ‘daily essentials’ list being ridiculously large - I’ll really have to rethink things if and when I do any real traveling) lesser needs for this shorter stay. This time’s forgotten item is the lap desk for my laptop. But I’ve been meaning to buy a new one because that one is old and weathered, so I’ll just do that.

Unlike last time, there’s no excitement about this stay - nor negativity either. I feel like I got what I really wanted out of the last one, sense of closure included, and don’t need a repeat - plus, without the nature and weather of summer, there’s not as much of a draw in that respect. Meanwhile, there are a few hassles and inconveniences, but they’re mostly minor, the packing and unpacking and loading and unloading to and from the car being the biggest one. Overall, I just feel neutral and Fine and like, for the most part, I’m simply going to continue with what I’ve been doing lately. I took a break from the picture blog for a couple of days to make room for the preparations and wrapping up of other stuff at home and the always-conundrum of father gift shopping and then getting through the hurdle of this family day, but I cannot wait to get back to it; despite some tedious and eye-straining aspects, it is truly my favorite thing to do these days.

[songmingisthighs]

Algedonic

introduction pt. i | pt. ii | pt. iii

<< previous | masterlist | next >>

ch. lvi - coco melon

soulmate!yunho × reader

fated and marked, soulmates are supposed to be your destiny. you are connected to him by his heart and him to yours. but despite the cosmic or even divine intervention, you felt that he is not wholly yours. why is destiny so cruel to you?

It wasn't long until the doors of your room were opened abruptly.

Your head snapped towards the source of the sound and immediately you met eyes with your best friends immediately. All four of them froze at the door as you all kept eye contact with each other. You were well aware that they were coming, you know that they will be there soon. But you can't deny how glad you felt when you saw them.

Even just seeing their face lifted a significant amount of burden from your chest.

During the past couple of days of waiting for them to come, you didn't realize that you had been keeping yourself from feeling too many emotions. Maybe it was the disappointment that there was a road construction that prevented them from coming sooner, maybe you just still didn't know how to feel about the whole thing. You thought that if other people were to be in your position, they would've spent their time crying, moping, just be miserable. But you found yourself... numb. Anhedonic maybe. It was as if your brain was trying to protect you from any threat. Your body had gone into defense mode. Funny, since its or fate's idea of keeping you from threat was to break your soulmate bond.

"(y/n)," Liz called out.

And that was it, you broke down.

Tears started pouring down your eyes freely and abruptly like a broken dam. Seeing you broke down crying seemed to trigger your best friends as well as they immediately rush inside, plastic bags and Liz's purse dropped at by the adjacent door as they trip over each other trying to get to you first.

The first pair of arms that wound themselves around you belonged to San. You recognized his strong arms that had a surprisingly soft grip wrapped around your waist with his face dropped to the crook for your neck. On either side of you, Yeosang and Liz tangled their arms around your neck and San's body as they pressed their faces into your hair. Beomgyu on the other hand had managed to awkwardly drape his body on your right leg, arms hugging your lower waist tightly with his face firmly pressed onto your stomach.

Even with the staggering amount of tears they let out, you couldn't find it in yourself to care. Despite the awkward arm placements or the fact that they smell like a road trip, that was the moment you felt safest. The five of you didn't realize that at that moment, it was like a piece of a puzzle was finally placed on the last empty spot, completing the picture.

It took about fifteen minutes before Beomgyu said that his ass had cramped up and he needed to let go but he wouldn't do it if the others won't too. Honestly, it was amazing how they all literally growled at the Head Nurse when she tried separating them from you.

They all sat close around you with the addition of Wooyoung who snuck in, telling his coworkers that he needed to check on your vitals and IV and that at that point, he's the only nurse you felt comfortable with. At least he used his special skill of bullshitting on the spot for good intentions.

"I can't believe you dumbassess glomped on her so carelessly," Wooyoung scoffed at the four who rolled their eyes at him. It appeared that your heart rate spiked up due to the intense, sudden wave of emotion. Wooyoung can't blame you, so of course, he'd blame the others. "Had it been any other nurses, you all would've been kicked out," he grumbled before going to your side. His face morphed into a softer one, and the corners of his lips lifted to form a soft smile, "You okay?" he asked in a softer tone as he reach for the tissue on your bedside table to dab carefully around your red eyes. For the first time since the news of your soulmate bond broke, you cracked a small smile, "I'm fine Woo, they had to be way harder on me to cause damage," you joked to which Wooyoung rolled his eyes and proceed to continue with his examination.

From the sides, your four best friends were exchanging glances. Your and Wooyoung's interaction was deemed rather romantic couple-y by them. It's not that they're against it at all, heck, after Yunho they thought that anyone would've been a major step up.

What intrigued them most are not just how Wooyoung look at and treat you. Everyone knew at this point that he was interested in you romantically, it was beyond obvious and not just because Wooyoung had said it himself, he showed how much he cared about you which is more important than his words. It wasn't Wooyoung. It was, however, how YOU look at him. Your eyes had always projected so many emotions, it spoke words that not even your mouth can. They had only seen such look during the earlier stages of your relationship with Yunho. Over time, that look dissipated and soon it was changed a look of concern, pure worry that he would leave yet again. They were glad and happy to see that look once more.

"You're too comfortable with (y/n)," Beomgyu scoffed, nudging the back of Wooyoung's knee with his own, "I thought the help isn't supposed to be all buddy buddy with their employer," Beomgyu joked with a teasing smirk on his face. As if on instinct, Wooyoung turn to deliver multiple smacks all over Beomgyu's upper body region, causing him to let out a mixture of a screech, scream, and what can only be identified as an inhuman howl.

Due to the noise, the Head Nurse came back to drag Wooyoung away by his ear. The man left the room kicking and screaming, promising you dramatically that he'll find his way back to you soon. While normal people would be embarrassed, you can only chuckle at his antics which only amused your friends even more.

After the Head Nurse close the door, Yeosang was the first to speak up, "Glad to know that you were well taken care of by Wooyoung," he said. You turn to look at Yeosang, "Of course, he has been a lot of help to me. Especially since he works here," you said. San scoffed loudly at your answer, "You do know that not even his love for his employer would prevent him from messing and goofing around right?" you furrowed your eyebrows, "I said he takes care of me, that doesn't mean he didn't goof around," you clarified. Yeosang spoke up again to explain, "What San mean is, the way he took care of you; his genuineness, his level of attention, care, heck he even scolded us for being slightly rough with you," "When we're supposed to be the one scolding him to not be rough with you at all. He's taking our dialogues!" Liz added as she pouted, dissatisfied with how Wooyoung acted like how she usually is around you.

You pursed your lips as you recalled the past couple of days. You've seen Wooyoung work from the multiple times you have video called each other. While you can't always see what he was doing, you can almost always hear one of his seniors telling him to stop goofing or fooling around even when he's trying to make his patients feel better.

"Maybe he just wants to do his job well," you reasoned. This time, Beomgyu scoffed, "Please, you're the only person he treats so carefully like delicate china. Other than his mom that is. And he looooooooooves his mom," he teased with a smirk.

You understood what Beomgyu was insinuating but you didn't want to give yourself too much hope. You simply threw one of the pillows on your bed straight to his face in retaliation, "Can we please change the subject? You guys seemed more interested in Wooyoung than me," You pouted at them. Liz immediately move to squeeze herself next to you on your bed, her arms wrapped around you as she cooed, "Of course, baby. Don't worry, we couldn't care less about Wooyoung," she said in reassurance. San poked at Liz, "Is it okay for us to say that about the guy who's letting us stay at his place for free?" he questioned. Yeosang made a face at San's question, "I do believe he's gonna ask us for rent money later. Remember when he asked us for the same amount of chips we took from his bag that one time?"

Soon, the conversation flows into other topics. Although you weren't able to join in much, you felt yourself getting better just with their presence there. Sure, deep down you knew that you've been able to hold on for so long with the help of Wooyoung. But at that very moment, you felt your strength returning and you were beyond glad to have them by your side.

taglist :

@paralumanniluna @ikonic-loser @joonsthethicc @kodzukein @mirror-juliet @linhyyboo12 @theaufanartist @petitchou-t @bbymatz @rabbitlashpink @meowmeowminnie @eternalssanshine @woo-stars @peachy-maia @cutie-wooyo @maddiebabyxoxo @hyvn-jaeee @shyfear @dreamlesswonder86 @honeyhotteoks @kpopnightingale @shaininguu @babyjmm @starlixs @iknowyouknowlino @perfectlyspaceshongjoong @marsophilia @rubberduckieyourtheone @noonaishere @baguette-atiny @rdiamond2727 @diestheticu @atinct @hibuki-chan @ateezourstars @shinotani @blaaiissee @hwanchaesong @multihoe-net @seoulscenarios @potaeto-writes-on-wp @bluepoison1975 @kirooz @dear-dreamie @hxneyboy @treasure-1117 @john-joong @heyimkay @starlight-channie @goldenstarmermaid