#please feel free to keep sending me whatever as usual I’m just gonna be slower at responding thank you!

[youichi-kuramochi]

got some bad news this morning (I’m fine but it’s just. bad news) so everything’s gonna be running on queue and if I’m slower at responding to like asks and stuff in the next few days that’s why

[cake-writes]

Risk

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: filthy smut with a smidge of fluff, language kink, breeding kink, subtle D/s undertones, marking, exhibitionism if you squint, 18+

Word Count: 1.7k

Y’ALL, I AM IN A MOOD THIS WEEK, OKAY??? HOPE YOU ENJOY. FUCK.

You love it when Bucky talks dirty. That’s a given.

He does it in English, mostly, but sometimes he likes to play a game with you – likes to break out his repertoire of languages and catch you off guard. It’s always at the most inopportune times, too: on a mission, usually, or in public. Places where he knows you’re stuck with him whispering the dirtiest things imaginable into your ear, things you just can’t understand.  

You love it. He knows.

So he ambushes you – cool metal fingers dig into the flesh of your hip as he murmurs something absolutely terrible into your ear, hot breath fanning against sensitive skin. A shiver wracks through your body at the low timbre of his voice, and although you can’t understand a lick of what he’s said, it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

“What does that mean?” you ask breathily, looking up at him through your lashes.  

The two of you are in the communal kitchen prepping your meals for the upcoming week. No one else is around, but that’s not to say it’ll stay that way.

You can see the amusement dancing in his eyes – always such a lovely blue, but dark with the carnal implication in his words, whatever they were. 

Back in English, he teases, “Guess.”

“That I’m cute,” you suggest, playing along even though he’s very clearly turned you on. “That I’m incredible. That you want me to have your chubby little babies.” 

A joke.

Bucky’s eyes widen for a split second, and he stares at you – really stares – and that’s when you realize your joke isn’t too far off the mark. The flush blooming on his cheeks only confirms it, which instantly sets your body aflame.

“Bu—Bucky,” you sputter, feeling the heat creep up your neck. “Don’t—” Distant footsteps sound from the hallway, and you hiss, “Don’t say that.”

A split second of silence offers you a chance to hear the thumping of your heartbeat in your ears. The footsteps slowly disappear down the corridor, not that you particularly care because the edge of the counter is pressing into the small of your back and he’s caged you in. With his arms on either side of your body, flesh and vibranium, you’re trapped.

You love it. He knows.

“Why not?” Bucky whispers, holding your gaze with determination and holy hell, he’s serious.

Licking your lips does nothing to alleviate the sudden dryness in your throat.

“We can’t,” you croak, but it’s a lie.

Oh, yes, you can.

“You’ve thought about it,” Bucky whispers, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your jawline. “I know you have, ‘cause I have. Don’t tell me you haven’t.”

He’s not wrong.

The breath hitches in your throat when he adds something else in another language you don’t speak, dulcet tones ghosting against your skin, but this time you don’t need feel the need to ask. Even you can tell what he’s said.

“Yeah,” you say in a delicate rasp. “Yeah, okay.”

Except you’re in just the right part of your cycle where you can’t.

Your consent is all Bucky needs before he lifts you onto the counter and nudges your legs open for him to slot in between. His lips and tongue ravish your neck as his hands grab your ass to pull you forward to the edge of the counter – and then you feel exactly how much he wants this, too. He’s rock hard, aching, confined by coarse black denim that feels entirely too good against the damp fabric of your panties.

Oh, yes, you can.

“It might actually take,” you blurt out, but in the heat of the moment that’s exactly what you want. You want it to take.

Bucky suddenly rips one of his hands away from your ass to palm himself, keep himself from blowing too soon. It’s an unexpected admission from you, one that’s sent him spiralling right along with you.

“Christ,” he swears, low and rough, and the look he gives you makes you clench desperately around nothing. He is serious. “You can’t just—” Cool fingers curl around the crotch of your panties and he yanks them to the side – almost tears them off of you in the process. “Gotta be inside you if you’re gonna say things like that, doll.”

Even you can smell the unmistakable tang of your arousal in the air. He slides two fingers from his free hand through your slick folds, as if testing to see how wet you are, and when you see his brows raise in surprise it makes your face flush even hotter.

Then the surprise gives way to smugness, and that’s when you know he’s found you out.

“Tell me how much you want this,” he says, smugness seeping into his voice, too.

An order.

“I— I want—” you stammer, but it’s all you can get out before his fingertips brush your clit, making you jolt, making you forget what you were about to say.

“You’re this soaked,” he puts emphasis on the word just as his fingertips dip just inside your entrance, “and I’ve barely even touched you. Why’s that, sweetheart?”

Taunts that make you shiver.

“You know why,” you try to sass, but it just comes out weak.

You both know that’s the wrong answer, but Bucky rewards you anyway. He slides those two fingers deep inside you with ease, before he curls them in just the way that has you keening and your eyelids fluttering shut, especially when he leans back in to suck a bruise on your neck.

A mark. A claim.

It’s that thought that makes your back arch instinctively, makes you press your body closer to his.

Then he lets your panties go with a snap against the inner junction of your thigh to embed his free hand in your hair, and he uses his grip to pull your head back. The sharp, pleasurable pain wrenches a strangled cry from your throat.

“I said,” he breathes into your ear, “why’s that, sweetheart?”

Another rough curl of his two fingers inside of you, and you whimper.

In this moment, you want him and every fucking thing he’s willing to provide. Even this. Especially this.

“Fuck me,” you plead.

You both know it’s more than that. 

It’s a bad idea, absolutely, but god is it a good answer and you know it’s the right one because he lets go of your hair to strip the clothing from his lower half. Deft vibranium works to unbutton and unzip his pants in seconds before his boxers hit the floor. His cock springs free, and he’s hard – too hard – positively aching for you, for this, for what you want from him.

But Bucky pauses, then, no matter how desperate the two of you are. He meets your eyes and just stops, and of course you can’t help but be mesmerized by the tenderness and care in those beautiful baby blues. 

A silent question: are you sure?

You’re not, but it’s not like the two of you aren’t prepared. You’ve been together for ages. In this moment, it just makes sense.

“Let’s make a baby,” you say breathlessly.

That’s when he kisses you again, slower this time – soft and sweet and gentle, which quickly morphs back into another passionate frenzy when he finally decides to put you out of your misery. Bucky slides home just as his tongue slides into your mouth, hot and wanting and dominant.

Another claim.

You can’t help but gasp at the pleasurable stretch, fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re squeezing me like a vice, doll,” he breathes against your lips, and he stays still. “You want me to fuck a baby into you?”

He’s barely even started and you can already feel your walls constricting around him, trying to milk him for every drop he’s worth.

“God, please—”

Bucky watches your face as he slowly withdraws from your velvet heat – far too slow for your liking, but you know he’s trying to hold himself back from finishing too soon. Then he buries himself to the hilt in a single thrust, punching the breath from your lungs, and you reconsider.

“B-Bucky,” you stammer, arms flying around his neck as he fucks into you, his tight grip on your hips leaving bruises.

You don’t care about that, either.

Your breaths come out short, laboured as he slams over and over into your g-spot – he knows the angle, knows what you like, knows your body even better than you do. One of his hands slides up your abdomen to palm your breast through your shirt, and then higher to the back of your neck – cold metal chill against sweat-slickened skin, baby hairs on the back of your neck catching in between the plates.

You don’t care, because all you can focus on is him.

The way he’s looking at you holds you captive, holds you steady – holds you there until suddenly you’re hovering over the edge, just waiting to fall, but you know he’ll catch you.

“Are you sure?” he vocalizes this time, hoarsely, and you can tell he’s close, too. There’s sweat dotting his brow, and his thrusts are getting more and more frantic.

A warning.

“Fill me up,” you gasp out, legs tightening around his waist to pull him closer. “Give me a baby, Bucky, please.”

And then he’s kissing you again, all teeth and tongues, absolutely pounding you into oblivion until the hot coil in your abdomen finally breaks. You pitch forward and clutch at his shoulders, bury your face in his neck to muffle your cries as your walls clench down around him, desperately trying to milk him dry. That’s what sends him over the edge; the velvety squeeze of your slick heat has him slamming inside of you as far as he can go, once, twice, and then comes a delicious burst of liquid heat that marks your insides like a brand.

Another claim.

“Jesus,” he swears under his breath. 

Dazedly, you crack your eyes open to find out what’s the matter. Lips parted, face flushed, hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, Bucky looks absolutely wrecked. He’s not looking at your face, but down at your abdomen, where he’s just emptied himself inside of you.

Red marks all over your hips. They’ll turn dark later, but you don’t care.

Then he meets your eyes again, absolutely awed by what the two of you have just done.

Another silent question: You really think it’ll take?

You respond with a shy smile and shrug a little, but you’ve got a feeling it’s going to be a yeah. 

A soft, sweet kiss is what finally seals the deal.

[imaginedhaven]

Reluctantly Rooming: Part Seven

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Today’s prompt:

"Shut up, you don't know what it's like to have your body attack you every month" for Aelin on her period please?????

~*~*~

Two weeks after she had broken her ankle, and on the very first day she was supposed to go back into work, Aelin woke up with the distinctly unpleasant sensation of her lower back muscles attempting to crush her spine. With a vicious curse, she hauled herself up out of her makeshift bed and made for the kitchen. Her phone chimed from the desk Rowan had been using as an office before the incident, and she snagged it off of the charger, quickly sending a text off to Sam.

Cancel the ride. I can’t do it today after all.

She didn’t bother to await a reply before making her way to the cabinets where she usually stored all of her treats. Her brownies had run out a week ago, but surely she still had something stashed away.

As she rummaged, she took a moment to count backwards in her head. Surely she hadn’t miscounted? This was far too soon for her usual monthly cycle, or so she had thought. After all, her last one had been just two weeks…

Two weeks before she had broken her ankle. Fuck. It was right on schedule and she was the fool who hadn’t counted right. And since she hadn’t counted right, she had done exactly none of her usual self-care routine for the day before that mitigated the symptoms of this first awful day. Gods, she felt like such an idiot.

Gently, she let her head fall forward and into the cabinet door with a soft thunk. It served her right for forgetting such an important thing and messing up her very first day back at work. The best she could do now was try her best to catch up to it with painkillers and hope she would be better enough to try again tomorrow.

Her phone chimed on the counter with Sam’s reply.

I was wondering if you were sure. It’s awfully soon, aren’t you still on those heavy duty pain pills?

Of course she wasn’t. They had run out four days ago, and she hadn’t given it a second thought before now since her ankle had been feeling so much better.

No, I’m just an idiot who can’t count days and weeks. A vague message, to be sure, but Aelin knew that Sam would know exactly what she was talking about. She had complained to him enough about it over the years, after all.

Damn, that sucks. I can stop by after my shift if you need anything?

It was sweet of Sam, really, and a holdover from how they’d helped each other out while they were dating, but she knew it would be too little too late and she didn’t want to interfere with his own schedule. I should be fine, really. Just gonna curl up and try to sleep it off. I should be better tomorrow, you know it’s always just this first day.

That’s true enough. Feel better xo

Aelin smiled and set her phone aside, then winced as her more immediate problem made itself known once more. She finally opened the cabinet…

And was met with plates. Gods, she didn’t know Aedion had even owned this many plates. Not only that, but this meant that Rowan had reorganized the kitchen again and most likely thrown out her snacks. He’d probably even sniffed with disdain as he’d done so, the joyless buzzard.

Aelin whined quietly. Fuck, she just wanted one thing to not be completely screwed up today. Apparently that was too much to ask, though.

Her supplies were kept in the upstairs bathroom next to her usual bedroom, and since she had stocked up the previous month she knew that at least those wouldn’t be an issue. She just had to get up the stairs. It was slower going than usual, as she still had to wear the boot, but now that she could actually walk as long as she had the boot on she managed okay. Several minutes of cleaning up later and she was ready to awkwardly clomp her way back down the stairs, taking some of her stash with her so she wouldn’t have to make this trek again in the next day or two at least.

She paused in front of the television, going through her collection of movies and selecting an older musical Rowan was certain to judge her for before gathering up every blanket they’d left around the living room and forming a cocoon on the couch.

She’d just gotten some semblance of comfortable when the door opened, footsteps heading for the stairs and then pausing. “I thought you said you were going to try working today,” Rowan said, clearly confused. “Unless… is your ankle bothering you?”

“What? No.” Gods, she’d lost track of the time, and she hadn’t expected to deal with Rowan this soon.

“Did your ride fall through? If you’d called I could’ve—”

Her grip on her temper, already tenuous due to the situation at hand, frayed and broke. “Shut up,” she snapped, and a part of her reveled in Rowan’s stunned silence. “You don’t know what it’s like to have your body attack you every month.” She avoided Rowan’s eyes, not sure what she’d find in his expression and even less certain she wanted to know.

She curled up a little bit tighter, though, when his footsteps quietly retreated through the front door once more.

Gods, not only had she messed up her own day, but she’d probably ruined Rowan’s too. He hadn’t asked for her to snap at him, and in hindsight he hadn’t deserved it either. He’d been the perfect picture of a caring roommate, and she’d stomped all over that. It sucked, and not just because she’d actually been trying to befriend him.

No, it was awful because it wasn’t until the door had quietly closed behind him that she realized the last thing she’d wanted was to be left alone.

She’d brought it on herself, though, so she didn’t reach for her phone again. There was no point in dragging anyone else into the utter mess that was her day, and the last thing she wanted was to send a pleading text to Rowan and have him ignore it. Instead, she burrowed deeper into her pile of blankets and tried to ignore the tears she could feel welling in her eyes.

She had mostly succeeded in banishing them and was drifting somewhere between waking and sleep when the door opened once more. She said nothing, hardly daring to hope he’d actually come back. No, most likely he’d forgotten something he needed and he’d be gone again in a few minutes.

Her self-loathing tirade stuttered to a halt when something warm was tucked behind the small of her back.

Stunned, she reached behind herself and found an electric heating pad, the kind she’d always thought about buying but never managed to remember until it was too late. When she turned her head to look at him he wasn’t looking at her, instead setting a cup of something on the table in front of her. It turned out to be a mocha from the café down the street upon further investigation, and suddenly those tears she had mostly managed to shove back down were welling up to the surface once again. “Rowan…?” Gods, her voice broke on his name, but she couldn’t even bring herself to be embarrassed about it.

“You should drink some of that,” he said quietly. “The caffeine will help, and I know how you feel about chocolate.”

Gods, who was this man and what had he done with her roommate? She was having a hard time believing he could be so… soft. She supposed it made sense, though; surely it was just an extension of all he’d done for her in that first week after breaking her ankle. She knew better than to call attention to it by asking; if she knew Rowan, that would just cause him to grumble something at her and retreat into his room for the remainder of the night, and that was the last thing she wanted. Instead, she quietly reached for the cup and sighed as she inhaled the scent of it.

He wasn’t done yet, though; no, he was reaching into one of those reusable grocery bags she’d never seen anyone else using. “I didn’t know if you preferred sweet or salty snacks,” he admitted as he pulled out a couple bars of chocolate and a bag of pretzel sticks.

“Gods, those pretzel sticks sound perfect right now,” she replied. “I… you didn’t have to do all this. How’d you even know what to do? Most men I’ve talked to panic at the very thought of it.”

The question earned her a tiny hint of a smile. “Contrary to popular belief, I have lived with a woman before,” he said.

Aelin immediately fought down a surprisingly strong surge of jealousy at this unnamed other woman who’d had this amount of care from Rowan and presumably lost it somehow. “What happened? I can’t imagine she’d just let you go, if you did this for her.”

“She didn’t.” The words were clipped and short, and Rowan’s expression had shut down completely.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” The words rushed out of her, and she ached to reach out to him, to do something to smooth that look away from his face. “Whatever it was, you don’t have to talk about it to your idiot of a roommate who can’t leave well enough alone.”

He finally looked at her, then, and there was a deep sorrow lingering in that green gaze but the smile he gave her was genuine enough. “Maybe I will, someday. But not today.”

“Please tell me I haven’t scared you off. I really, really don’t want to be alone right now.” She could feel her face heating, but not even her own embarrassment was enough to contain the words. Not when he’d already done so much to help and she was finally beginning to relax.

He pulled a small container of medicine out of the bag and set it beside her drink. “Take this while I put the rest of these away, and I’ll be right back,” he offered.

She nodded, and as she reached for the pills he moved into the kitchen. She had just settled back against the heating pad once more when he returned, true to his word. He didn’t take his usual position in the armchair, though, much to her surprise. Instead, he sat beside her on the couch and didn’t even protest when she snuggled herself up under one of his arms.

As she drifted off, comforted by the warmth and the blankets and his loose embrace, she could’ve sworn she heard him humming along to the musical that still played.

~*~*~

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[stillness-in-green]

Spinaraki Week, Day 3: Emptiness | Harmony

Hope it’s closer, hope it’s somewhere When it’s over, hope we don’t care I’ll be there, too, there when it comes true So take me down with you

A fan soundtrack — with accompanying fanfic shorts, if desired  — for Shigaraki and Spinner, from Gigantomachia, to Jaku, and beyond.   

(google drive  |  youtube playlist)

Below the cut, the fanfic shorts and links to the lyrics.

forever or never  — cinema bizarre  //  take me under  — man with a mission  //  so cold  — breaking benjamin  //  silver lining  — hurts  //  all i need is love  — sakai mikio  //  stay alive  — may’n  //  fake wings ~ bitter sweet ver.  — kajiura yuki  //  roads untraveled  — linkin park  //  all of my days  — alexi murdoch  //  shØut  — sawano hiroyuki

                                                 ———–

Track 1 |   Forever or Never

They were two weeks into fighting Machia and Spinner right in the middle of another series of complaints about what kind of food Shigaraki was eating—as if he could even make time for anything more complicated than supplements and protein drinks when getting enough sleep was way harder to manage—when Shigaraki made up his mind, leaned forward, and kissed him.  

“S’nice that you’re worried about me,” he said to Spinner’s gawping.  “But if you’ve got something to say, you should come out and say it.”  He was floating on sleep deprivation, the world too many colors, too bright and too fuzzy, and Spinner sitting right in front of him, the most colorful splotch of green on the smudgy brown woods, pink eyes staring—they’d been staring a lot lately.

“Machia could break me in half tomorrow.  Tonight, even.”  He laughed raggedly.  The knowledge felt like his family’s hands—too heavy, nausea-inducing, but still offering an endless freedom.  “I don’t want your last words to me to be, ‘Shigaraki, you need more carbs.’”

“…Well, you do!” Spinner sputtered, but he set the latest round of pills and juice packs down roughly in front of Shigaraki and beat a hasty retreat. Shigaraki watched him flee; a lazy grin sat on his face with alien comfort.

  Track 2 |   Take Me Under

Somehow, even though he looked like he was about to pass out mid-stride, Shigaraki was still pulling away from him.  Everything he touched dissolved into flecks of ash, while the zealots on the bad end of Spinner’s blades remained doggedly fleshy, snarling and wrathful, all shouting voices and grasping, tearing hands and maybe Shigaraki had nightmares like this, maybe he was used to them and that was why he cut through it all so easy.  

Spinner dragged his arm through another vicious slice, dragged his legs through another step, focusing on Shigaraki’s narrow shoulders.  Don’t go without me, he willed.  Bring me with you!  I wanna see it too!

  Track 3 |   So Cold

“Not gonna talk about Stain-sama anymore?” Shigaraki asked, an edge of challenge leaking into his voice.  Spinner had been weird since Deika, hanging on Shigaraki’s words with a hushed air of attentiveness that made Shigaraki too aware of the sound of his own voice when he’d hardly ever worried about that kind of thing before, and definitely not among allies.

Spinner flushed, the suffusion of red across his scales suggesting he had a bit of chameleon in there somewhere, but not a very cooperative bit.  He rubbed his neck, looking away at the common room the League had requisitioned for their private meetings.

“….Maybe now and then?” he hedged.  “I mean, he was the reason I got out.  I’m grateful to him for that.  But it's like I said back at the shack.  I joined the League to find a purpose.  It wasn’t—it wasn’t ever about Stain himself, exactly.”

“You find something better?” Shigaraki tipped his head on one side. There was a vague itch in his chest, a wiggling little need to hear about this new purpose—it was a leader thing, probably; he got Mr. Compress his sushi, and Toga was never shy about what she wanted, and now here was Spinner ready to spill his big goal.  Like getting a 100% complete, taking stock of what it was going to take for his allies to get what they wanted.

Spinner looked back up, expression weird—eyes a little wide, vulnerable, like he’d just been hit or he was bracing for it, but the set of his mouth around his beak firm.  He looked at Shigaraki like he was trying to stare a hole through him, but he nodded.

“Gonna tell me what it is?” Shigaraki pressed.

“It’s…  You don’t need to worry about what it is.”  Cagey asshole.  “We just gotta keep going.”

Shigaraki drew his nails down his neck almost idly, a simmer of dissatisfaction in his skin, holding Spinner’s gaze long enough for him to go through both awkward shifting and a stubborn bounce back.  His eyes were clear—too clear, Shigaraki thought, and it hit him.  

The horizon.

He folded forward, struck to laughter, though the annoying feeling in his chest worsens.  Spinner had showed up all enamored with Stain’s ideas about a purge this, a cleansing that.  Or course he could see the appeal of emptiness.

“Who’d have thought you were fucked up enough to want that?” he murmured, snorting when Spinner stiffened in offense.  “Okay. We’ll keep going, then.”

  Track 4 |   Silver Lining

Shigaraki after the first stage of the surgery looked pale—even more so than usual—and drained in ways even Gigantomachia hadn’t left him.  He didn’t want to talk about how it went.  He pressed an unselfconscious kiss to the corner of Spinner’s mouth and leaned against him, listening and nodding to Spinner’s faltering report on how things are going with the Front, chipping in now and again with an opinion or an order. To Spinner’s immense relief, he even managed a few sarcastic comments.  

When Ujiko came for him, Spinner almost couldn’t breathe, didn’t even really try until the black gunk welled up in his throat to send him back to the villa.  He wiped his mouth after coughing it all up and straightened.  

There was work to do.  

  Track 5 |   All I Need Is Love

Endeavor hit him with another blast of fire and the meaninglessness of it all pulled laughter out of Shigaraki like broken teeth.  He let himself fall back from the force of it, landed on feet that seemed to know what to do with only minimal guidance from him.

His body hurt—hurt in ways he’d really thought he was past feeling, but then, fire had always been a particular brand of all-over pain—and the feeling in his chest was worse.  The awareness floated at the back of his mind, a list of cold facts pinned up in his brain under a spotlight, cognition in the style of lepidopterology.

Heroes had found the lab. 

The Doc had kept that lab hidden for longer than Shigaraki’d been alive.  The heroes had to have gotten new intel somehow.

All the possible sources for new intel were holed up in the mountain villa.

Flying heroes were rare, but not so rare that there wouldn’t be more fighting him here (Majestic alone would be doing a better job playing keep-away with Eraser Head) if they weren’t occupied elsewhere.

The conclusion sat at the bottom of the list: Machia was on his way, but Shigaraki wouldn’t know who he’d lost until the moment the big gorilla got here.

Still, there was just the barest trace of comfort there—Machia was on the way, and either the others had made it or they hadn’t, and soon he’d find out whether Spinner meant it or not, about wanting to see this horizon.

   Track 6 |   Stay Alive

Earlier than expected, Toga had said.  Spinner clung onto Gigantomachia for all he was worth, eyes on the horizon as the chaos of the battle at the villa finally receded behind them.  His heart pounded so hard it hurt, throbbing with the memory of Shigaraki at the bottom of that crater in Deika, his tangled hair and bare shoulders all but glowing, pearl white, in the shafts of pale sunlight filtering back down through the scattering debris.  Shigaraki tucked up against him in the cheap bed Ujiko kept in the lab, tracing his fingers along Spinner’s scales with unthinking abstraction, not afraid, not disgusted, not even paying all that much attention.  

Spinner had been helpless then and he was no better now, terror thick in his throat as he watched the horizon for anything—the hospital, a telltale cloud of dust, a sign, just—just anything to give him a bit of hope.  

  Track 7 |   Fake Wings ~ bitter sweet ver.

Shigaraki hadn’t regained consciousness yet.  His burns had healed, but the deep, dry fissures in his skin wee slower to close.  They corkscrewed down his arms and speared out viciously over his chest, cicada shell cracks, and who knew what had been trying to pull itself out of that body when Spinner and the others had finally made it to him?

Two crevices ran up either side of his spine in eerie symmetry, each branching once before continuing up, angling along the inside edges of his shoulder-blades.  Spinner tried not to look at them more than he had to—every time he did, he’d get horrible mental images of wings shuddering their way free, sticky and wet with blood and enzymes.  

He smiled.  Spinner reminded himself of that every time he sat down to reapply hydrocortisone and calamine.  When he saw us on Machia, he looked at us and he smiled.  

It had looked pretty ghoulish, but a lot of Shigaraki’s smiles did.  More importantly, though, he’d looked at them with recognition.  Whatever had been brewing in him to make him look like some kind of haggard, slough-skinned revenant, Spinner had watched it recede when Shigaraki’s red eyes fell on them, on him.  

He dared to run one hand over Shigaraki’s hair, rinsed painstakingly clean by Spinner and Mr. Compress as soon as they’d gotten settled in the tiny, two-road hamlet Skeptic had directed them to.  They were laying low for now, hoping to meet up with stragglers from the villa, Re-Destro and the rest, but Spinner couldn’t make himself think about it with any clarity.  Not when Shigaraki was still out and they didn’t have Ujiko around to tell them what was wrong.

Wake up, Shigaraki. Please.  Please.

  Track 8 |   Roads Untraveled

“Did you see it?”

“Shigaraki!”  Spinner started violently when Shigaraki whispered the words.  “You’re awake!”  

“And you’re loud,” Shigaraki grumbled.  Pain ran a latticework over his body; he wrestled one arm out from under the sheets someone had tucked him into and examined it.  A freshly-healed scar spiraled up his arm, putting him vaguely in mind of narutomaki.  Skimming the injury, his eyes caught on the hole in his palm and it struck him, foggily, that he didn’t actually know if Sensei had always had those or if they came with Air Cannon.  

Sensei.  He thought the name slowly, deliberately, letting the syllables prod at his own mind, seeing if there was any response. Nothing poked back, though he still felt strange, emptied out and scraped back into a new container, all mushed up from the transition.  Weird. Nothing he couldn’t get used to, but still.

Spinner was still talking, he realized belatedly, and tuned back in in time to hear, “I’m sorry we didn’t get to you sooner.  It just got so crazy so fast, we—”

“Spinner,” he interrupted, because there was a ring of shame in Spinner’s voice and Shigaraki wasn’t in the mood for it.  “What’d you think of it?”

“Of what?” Spinner asked. He’d changed clothes, out of his polka dot vest and dark cargo pants and into a plain cotton button-up that fit him too tight around the shoulders.  Not one of his, and not his style, either, so probably a loaner, or stolen, which meant they were in another hideout.

Shigaraki briefly debated whether he was angry about that and immediately decided that anger was much too intense for how empty he was feeling at that moment.  He answered Spinner instead.  

“You know what.”  

It took Spinner a second to put it together.  He might have done better if Shigaraki had stopped staring at him for a minute, but Shigaraki didn’t much feel like doing that, either.  Spinner’s awkwardness was comfortably familiar.

“It…  It was amazing,” he answered finally.  “Practically the whole city was gone.”

“Bigger than in Deika?” Shigaraki asked, more for confirmation than reassurance.

“Way bigger.”

“Papers have a death toll yet?”  

“They’re still just talking about casualties—a few thousand, ‘expected to rise.’  But Skeptic says they’re way underreporting.”  

That’s still too low. They must have figured us out, Shigaraki thought, even as Spinner frowned, somewhere between angry and distraught.

“Hawks got information out somehow,” he went on.  “I’m sorry. We should have—”

“We didn’t.  That’s all.  We’ll just do it better next time.”  Shigaraki tried to lever himself up.  Immediately, Spinner leaned in next to him—not trying to browbeat him into resting, which was a nice change, but hooking an arm around his back and giving him a good sturdy vertical surface to brace against.  Or maybe just rest against.  Fuck, he was tired.  I’m gonna kill the Doc; super-regeneration is supposed to work better than this.

“How’re you feeling?” Spinner asked anxiously.  Spinner was—weirdly comfortable.  Warm.  Solid.  Shigaraki lost whatever his response was going to be, letting himself go lax against Spinner’s side.  “Shigaraki?”

“Feel like I’ve been cold since I got out of the tube,” he answered, too tired to bother with anything but the truth, to which Spinner immediately held him closer.  Heh.  Bonus. “How about you?  Find anything to fill you up while I was away?”

“Not that I’ve got to show you.  The whole villa was—” Spinner paused, frustration giving way to suspicion.  “Was that a dirty joke?”  

Shigaraki snickered and leaned back, pulling Spinner down into the bed with him.  Spinner fell with a muffled yelp.  “Eh.”

“I don’t believe you,” Spinner said, but quietly, and didn’t follow it up.  Slowly, his hands found their way up to Shigaraki’s face, those sharp claws of his infinitely careful as he pushed back Shigaraki’s hair.  “Gonna sleep some more?”

“Gonna make me?”  It didn’t sound like such a bad idea, honestly. Spinner would have told him something by now if wherever they were wasn’t safe.  

“I don’t think I could if I wanted to,” Spinner muttered.  “You got really ripped.”  

The confused, not quite envious tone dissolved Shigaraki into dry cackling.  Of all the shit to focus on.

“Guess I did.”  He decided to let himself have the moment—no telling how long it’d last, after all—and relaxed with a sigh into the circle of Spinner’s arms.

  Track 9 |   All of My Days

Shigaraki slept in his arms.

There were a thousand other things to worry about, things Spinner had sworn he’d start thinking about as soon as Shigaraki woke up, but that boat had obviously sailed, seeing as Spinner’s brain had decided that now was the perfect time get stuck on things like, Thank god he’s still him, and, How did it wind up like this? not to mention a repeating chorus of, I’m so glad he’s alright, and a bunch of fragments like, I never thought I— and, Back then, I—

He exhaled, stirring Shigaraki’s hair.  Splayed lazily on his chest, Shigaraki snored softly, undisturbed, drawn back from hazy-eyed detachment by that last burst of laughter, which had been cutting and mean and perfect—and, judging by how fast he’d dropped back off, had also tired him right back out.  He’d gotten heavier, which Spinner already knew from muscling him around the house for the last two days, but like this, his weight just felt right.  Reassuring.  

Savior and liberator, those were the words Re-Destro used for Shigaraki, and Spinner had always rolled his eyes about it, because it was too much, flowery and over-exposed.  But when he thought back on his life before, just a set of scales stretched thin over a hollow ache, just fitful anger with nowhere to turn but inward…  

He sighed again and tightened his grip, just a little.  There was a lot ahead of them still, bad news to break, temporary separations and permanent losses.  But despite that, just in that moment, Spinner felt—okay.  Like things would be all right.  Like the moment he was in was enough.  And it’d been such a long time since he’d felt that way that he couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty for it.  

Shigaraki slept in his arms, and Spinner let himself breathe.

  Track 10 |   Shout

The little house they were in—a guest house, the impersonal decor of which had not survived half a week with Toga, Mr. Compress and Skeptic all under one roof—was steadily transforming into their new base of operations.  Gigantomachia had been hollowing out a space below ground, dank and shabby compared to the repurposed flood cisterns beneath the villa, but it was slowly filling up with people—stragglers the old MLA smuggled in, because Hawks might have figured out who the Army’s heroes were, but even he was never going to get a full member list; the Army hadn’t even kept one.  They’d been doing the hide-in-plain-sight operation for generations, and being back in a scenario where they could get raided again mostly just seemed to fire them up.  

Shigaraki was back on his feet again like he’d never been off of them, scars—what was left of them—faded to thin white lines and mostly hidden behind his clothes.  He was right back to black, too, courtesy of a fashion expedition Toga and a few local kids had run to the nearest town over.  

The news was still going crazy; no matter where Spinner went in town, there was always a boxy little TV or an old radio on with people standing around paying keen attention to the complete meltdown happening across the country—the destruction of Jaku City, Shigaraki’s escape, the discovery and capture of Ujiko, Endeavor’s connection to Dabi (which Shigaraki had apparently figured out half a year ago, in the aftermath of that very first Vanguard Action Squad attack), Hawks’ disfigurement, quirk-erasing bullets, the resurgence of the Meta Liberation Army—a 24-news cycle wasn’t enough to cover everything, and while “vindictive glee” wasn’t quite what Spinner had had in mind back when worried about keeping morale up, well, he still wasn’t going to complain.

They had their feet under them now.  Every day, plans were being redrawn, the math being refigured: subtract the element of surprise from the MLA’s operations, but add in the damage done to the Hero Billboard Chart’s precious top ten; take away the Noumu, but wait, actually, maybe don’t, because just how impregnable is Tartarus, exactly?  Shigaraki was free, and if he wasn’t quite at 100%, well, Ujiko wasn’t going to be around to finish the job for a while, so there was nothing for it but to move forward, and the way forward stretched before them unobstructed.

Shigaraki still planned to tear it all down, stone from stone—if anything, his fight with the heroes in Jaku and finding out about Twice afterwards had left him even more determined.  Somehow, no one seemed to mind.  The ordeal had burned their leader clean and sharp, a light burning at the end of the universe, impossible to blot out.

Spinner had never felt more ready to take on the world.

[uglypastels]

Touch the Stars // Peter Parker

(a/n) it started out as a quick thing I wanted to send as an ask to @fratboievans but then I kept on writing and it went on and on and I thought, I can’t send this in an ask, so here it is. A full on fic that I probably should not have written. but here it is anyway so we might as well enjoy it. It’s short, not great or anything, but its fun (I hope). Seriously, I know that this is not good. 

word count: 1847

warning: I’m going full out with this, guys - SMuT, (Peter is an adult) semipublic sex, use of restraints, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy) swearing.

Some nights, when you think he would be out patrolling, he would be actually swinging around the city, looking for the prettiest rooftops with the best view. If the architecture would be a bit unconventional, even better. He needed something special. Some place where the two of you could really go wild.

Then, one night, he finally finds it. He knew you would gonna love it.

So, the next evening he would tell you to meet him on that street. It was a warm summer evening. The sun already setting behind the highest building. You hear a zip and look up. There he was, on the fire escape. He Peter Parkours his way down and picks you up shoots a web and just seconds later you would be standing on top of the building, looking out on the most beautiful sunset you had ever seen.

You turn around and see a picnic basket. Now, there is no way that got there on its own, you think to yourself. Peter would have taken his mask off by now and when you look up at him, he takes two steps towards you. One hand on your cheek and the other on your hip as he presses his lips against yours passionately. Your eyes flutter shut and you place your hands on his chest. Right next to the little spider emblem.

The kiss continues as you press yourself more against him. Needing his touch. Even though most you could feel was only the lycra or whatever his suit was made of. The hand that had been placed on your hip casually wandered of lower. He squeezes your ass and you feel him smile into the kiss. You can’t help it but smile back. You press that little spider and the suit immediately loosens around him. You pull it off of his shoulders and feel the goosebumps on his skin.

“I love you,” he whispers the second you pull away to take in some air. He shrugs off the rest of his suit so he was only standing in his underwear. “I love you too,” you say it back as you root your fingers in his hair and pull his face to yours again. His skilled hands were making it their duty to untie the knot at the bottom of your shirt and to undo all the buttons of it as quickly as possible. The last button being the one of your shorts. Two tugs at the belt loops and they were pooling at your ankles.

Now he was only in his boxers while you in your underwear and open shirt. Right there, on top of that building. There weren’t many places from which the two of you were visible, but it didn’t matter. You had stopped caring about the rest of the world ages ago. Your whole perspective on others changed when you met Peter. You felt free with him. Ready to do anything crazy. Like this.

“I was planning on doing it there,” he nods to the side, where the building was going up even higher and a roof attachment of a 110-degree angle was located. You could easily imagine what he had been planning on doing there. “But I can’t be bothered with all the technicalities of having to web you up. I just want you. right now”  He kisses you again before pulling away for good. He walks to the picnic basket and pulls out a large blanket that he throws over the ground.  

You sit down on the blanket, looking up at him as innocently as possible. “But you could still web me up.” you pout. You hear a faint groan come from between his lips. He grabs his suit and points the web shooter at you.

“You’re gonna be the death of me babe, now, lie down and be good.”

You do as he tells you to, with your arms spread wide, so your wrists just hang over the edge of the blanket. Two thwips and you couldn’t move them anymore. The sticky web solidifying against you and making it impossible to get out of it.

Peter looks at you for a moment. The beauty in front of him, astonishing. He wishes he could see all of you laid out like that for him. But no, you had agreed a long time ago, if in public, never full nudity.

He finally gets down. Legs positioned in a way to keep yours spread. He leans down to kiss you. He does this while his hand is already on your panties. He rubs gentle circles through the delicate material causing you to moan into the kiss.

This only makes him apply more pressure to your clit. He keeps an unsteady pace, making you squirm every time he slowed down again.  

After a few minutes of that, Peter pulled his lips away from yours, you strain your neck, needy to kiss him already again. He just laughs as he continues leaving a trail of wet and sloppy kisses down the valley of your breasts. He goes on over your stomach. He has to back away a few times as he does this. With the last kiss he left you being on the inside of your thighs.

“You’re so wet for me babe, I love it.” he pushes your panties aside and places one last kiss on you, sucking in a deep breath. You moan out loudly. Your eyes already rolling to the back of your head.

“Peter, please, I need you.” you pant. He would look up to see your chest rising like crazy. He could never believe it that he was the one making you feel this good.  

With one quick lick up your slit, making you shake in pleasure, he then moves back up your body. This time his kisses slower and more passionate. From time to time he sucked on a spot but never far enough to leave an actual mark.

“You look so gorgeous,” He brushes away a strand of hair that had fallen on your face as the summer breeze blew by. Your cheeks heat up at his words and at his touch.

He lowers himself so you could feel his erection against you. A few whimpered please escape you again, basically begging him to move on already. He didn’t need to hear it twice. Very slowly he pushes down his boxers, only enough to pull out his hard dick.

You were about to tell him that he should hurry up but right then you could feel him at your entrance. Clearly teasing you. You bit your lip, not wanting to beg, but it was too late. “Peter, please.”

“Such pretty words from my pretty lady.” He chuckled and with a quick buck of his hips, he was inside you. Stretching you out, making you arch your back. With a firm hand on your side, he pressed you back down.

“Be good, stay still.” He didn’t move either for a second, letting you adjust to him. Then when he saw your lip quiver, needing the friction, he very slowly moved in and out.

The tempo was different. Usually, Peter liked to do it rough. Quick and powerful. You let him use you to let out his frustrations in the same ways he let you use him.

This was a complete opposite. Every move he made lasted forever. His kisses were lingering. The ghost of his lips stayed behind after every touchdown on your skin. His fingertips literally left trails down your body. You could feel every single thing he did to you… and the fact that you couldn’t do the same, that you couldn’t tangle your fingers in his hair, not pull or tug at it, that you couldn’t wrap your arm around him and scratch his back to make him groan at the sensation - it made you so much hotter inside. The need for him grew in you every second.

Peter changes his pace. After every quick thrust, he pulls out slowly just to slam back into you again. After one particular thrust, something in you burst and the sensation erupts through your whole body.

“Yes, do that again, yes!”  You close your eyes. It felt so good. Peter did exactly what you told him. He thrusts into you again, and again until you see stars in front of you.

Not the stars in the sky that had appeared above your heads as the sun had finally set behind the horizon. These stars were right in front of your eyes. So close you could touch them if you could move your arms.

You scream out in pleasure. Your legs are shaking and your breathing is uneven. Head spinning.

Trying to control your own orgasm you hadn’t even noticed Peter coming inside you with a loud moan of his own. For a serious moment, it felt like you had been separated from the universe. You couldn’t feel anything around you. In your own little bubble, coming down from an incredible high. Only a kiss on the lips pulled you back up.

You open your eyes to look at the love of your life. He had a stupid grin on his face. Hair matted and stuck to his forehead. He kisses your cheek playfully. Then the other one. You giggle at the touch of his soft lips on your face. It was incredible how quickly the mood between you two could change. From being so intimate and passionate to being just two dorks laughing around.

He got up and got dressed in the clothes he had put in the basket. For some reason, you always enjoyed watching him getting dressed more than stripping down.

“Okay can you release me now, I’m getting cold.” you laugh as he was picking up his spider-suit. He nods and moves closer to you but then suddenly freezes. Eyes wide. Panic.

“What?!”  

“Okay, please don’t be mad but-”  

“You forgot the dissolving fluid. God, Peter how many times is that now?”  You roll your eyes. Peter mumbles a number that was definitely lower than the truth. Then he squats down next to you. He reaches for your shorts and starts to pull them over your legs.

“I’m really sorry, baby. It will dissolve itself in about an hour.” He starts to button up your shirt, so at least you weren’t so exposed to the night.

“And what do you expect me to do for that hour, huh, dumbass?” you want to sound angry but the laugh that follows the question didn’t help.

Peter lay down next to you, his head resting on your arm. He wraps his arms around your middle and pulls you close, kissing your cheek. Then he looks up at the sky. It was completely black now. Peppered in little flecks of light. Without saying anything you agreed to the idea, mostly because you didn’t have much of a choice. So, together, you watched the stars.

“You’re unbelievable, Parker,” you groan after ten minutes, the webbing not having even softened yet.

“And you’re incredible, Mrs. Parker.”

The End 

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Five:

REGGIE

Feeling her nails sink into the back of my neck I used up the last bit of energy I had to fuck her brains out.

“Agh, don’t stop!” Gina cried out.

I slapped my hand on the wet tile and kept my head bowed to watch the action.

Today has been ridiculously hectic. Gina’s apartment was broken into by some niggas who were looking for me. I didn’t know who they were but they knew of me very well and they targeted my girl to send me a message. Consider their message received. Geneva was at her apartment sleeping, so she claims and all of sudden she heard glass shattering and her front door was kicked down. Gina called me, crying hysterically trying to explain what went down but I could hardly understand her over the phone. I was worried that something had happened to her so naturally I was freaking the fuck out. I left home to check on her before we got off the phone. When I got there I was shocked to see how much they ran through. Her refrigerator was torn apart and her dishes and cutlery were thrown all throughout the kitchen. That was just the beginning of the damage.

Mind you before today, I hadn’t seen G since she spent the night with me which was two weeks ago. So for her to call me out of the blue about her apartment being broken into, was scary. After I checked the place out I found Gina in her closet, hugging her knees in just a pair of panties and a little ass shirt. Me being irrational for a few short seconds, I’m thinking somebody attacked or raped her. Then I came to realize this is how Gina usually dresses when she goes to bed.

I didn’t ask questions. Instead I had G put on some clothes, packs a few bags and come home with me. During the drive over I called my boys to have them hunt down whoever broke into my baby girl’s apartment. As incentive I gave them a free pass to do what the fuck they wanted to the niggas responsible for it all.

Once we made it back here G wouldn’t eat, talk, sleep or move all day even with my encouragement. She remained curled up on my side of the bed staring at the mute tv. I kept myself busy by cleaning up around the house since she wanted to be left alone. Out of nowhere she pushed up on me and the rest was history. I asked her if she was okay and that’s when she slapped me. She made me promise not to ask about the break in until she’s ready to talk about it.

So as an obedient man at the time, I gave her what she wanted. We’ve been going at it for like two hours now and G hasn’t lost an ounce of energy. I on the other hand am running thin on stamina and strength. While Gina’s been away I’ve been drinking and smoking all day, everyday. With me living this way for two weeks straight my body has been moving slower than normal.

“Fuck G..” the constant contracting and relaxing of her walls are putting crazy pressure on my shit. Being high isn’t helping my situation either. I aim to please her but I don’t know how much more of this pressure I can endure.

She moaned and plead for me go faster and deeper. If I do so I know for sure I’ll cause her all sorts of problems. When Geneva initiates sex, she likes it rough and that’s only due to her emotions being out of whack. The Gina not in her right frame of mind is a whole other woman that no one will ever come to know. She’s a genuinely sweet soul on a regular basis but when she's in one of her moods, she needs a nigga that’s gonna take good care of her. Now I don’t know what type of dudes she was with in the past. But I can guarantee none of them combined can please Geneva the way I can. Gina whispering nasty shit in my ear motivated me to up my stroke game as if wasn’t already supreme.

“What’s my name baby?” I mumbled not losing concentration.

Picking up her left leg I stretched it out and put it against my shoulder. G is fucking up my back and shoulders with her nails but the pleasure outweighs the pain from her actions.

“Oh my god..” She panted, palming the back of my head and bit the side of my ear.

“Say my name G. Scream it.” I demanded, pounding her shit with all that I had. This girl is beyond wet. I forgot how intense shower sex can be and what it does to her sex drive. “What I say Geneva?” Grabbing her by the neck I shook her a bit forcing her to look at me.

“A-K!” She moaned at the top of her lungs.

That’s right. That’s my name.

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Drying my hair off with a clean rag I walked out of the bathroom to hear Gina moving around in my closet.

“You still haven’t found anything to wear yet girl?” I joked, sitting in front of my bed. Laying the washcloth next to me I leaned forward resting my arms on my legs.

“Shut up Reggie.” G said with attitude.

Laughing at her switch up in moods I turned on the TV and was faced with the news.

“Tonight, authorities are once again looking for the notorious A-K and anyone associated with him. A young woman asking to be left unknown says she saw a group of men attacking three other men in an alley earlier today. There were gunshots heard and blood on the streets when police arrived on scene. We have no evidence as to whether A-K was involved but there is speculation due to the horrific scene behind me. A-K is famous for leaving crime scenes appearing like something out of Halloween. If anyone has any tips that could help, please do not hesitate to call your local authorities. I’m Elise Brown with Fox News.”

What’s funny to me about this news report is that my boys had nothing to do with it. Someone else must be out there trying to stamp my name on some bloody crime but my hands are clean for now. Gina walked out of my closet covered in a robe that was fully open. She was carrying some of her clothes still on their hangers. She laid the clothes across the bed and came to stand next to me.

“I see they’re on the hunt for you again. Did you have anything to do with that?” Gina asked, massaging my scalp.

Smirking at her words I relaxed under her touch and lowered the sound of the TV.

“No but they won’t believe that. You ready to get out of here?” I asked, looking up at her.

G nodded and leaned down to kiss me with her hands cupping my face.

“Almost..” She whispered, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

“Go put some clothes on, I’m ready to go.” I mumbled, leaning back to get more comfortable.

“Don’t boss me around.” She laughed softly, caressing my chin. Breaking the moment I looked at my watch to see if we had a small window of free time available. And we sure as hell do. Without any words I turned her body away from me so she was looking at the tv. “Reggie..what are you doing?” She quizzed frantically.

“Shut up and touch your toes.” I ordered. Gina was a good girl and did just what I asked. Sitting on the edge of the chair I made the part of her I’m craving available. “Don’t you move.” I warned. I copped a feel any place I could without breaking my disrupting my mid day snack.

“Agh, baby..” she muttered following my demands and keeping perfectly still.

Telling her to be quiet once more I pushed my face deeper to smother myself in her love. Gina couldn’t fight the moans and obscenities flowing from her mouth in agonizing desperation for me to do some real damage. It’s been a very long time since Gina has let me taste her so I know my current actions are most likely overwhelming her. Raising my hand I sent a hard slap across her ass and heard her curse at me. Bringing my other hand into play I turned my palm right side up and slid right into home. I viciously pumped my fingers in and out of her noticing Gina struggling to stay put. After setting her straight, I sat up to watch myself work and to bask in the sight of her dripping all over my hand and her thighs.

“Dance for me baby.“ I make a lot demands when I’m pleasing G. Me being the type of man with a naturally dominant personality comes in all aspects of life. Especially in the bedroom. Gina was apprehensive in the beginning when it came to accepting one of my biggest flaws but over time she got used to it. She obeys and we both get off to it.

I grinned devilishly, in complete love with her ass shaking while I continued to please her with just one hand. I went back in for one round to show Gina the A1 pleasure she deserves.

Minutes later and I had her creaming all over my lips, chin, and hand. I cleaned her up with my mouth and the towel next to me before helping her stand straight. Cleaning off my lips I sent a soft slap to her ass and waited for her to go finish getting ready before doing so myself.

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"Why you don’t wear lipstick more often?” I asked, sipping the Cognac in my glass. I needed an escape so I whisked G away to anywhere she wanted to go. So here we are out at dinner in this palace in Monaco. We’ve been here for a few hours now and my goodness have we done a lot since we landed. My boys are back home due to me wanting some alone time with Gina. Of course those fools suggested they should accompany us but I had to ward them off.

This vacation time is much needed. It’ll take some heat off me and the boys, firstly. And maybe this will help spark a fuse in my relationship with G, secondly.

“I don’t know. You never take me out so I have no reason to get dressed up. Do you like it?” Her cheeks flushed and her lashes fluttered slowly.

“I love it. That the only color you have?” I pressed, leaning into the table with my hands clasped together.

“No Reggie, I have a tons of colors from all the shopping sprees you’ve taken me on. I just never get to wear them anymore. How’s the business going?” She mumbled in a hushed voice.

Bowing my head I licked over lips and ran a hand over my mouth. Giving her attention again, I gazed deep into her eyes and told her the truth. “It’s because of you that I want to start over. I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m tired baby.” Slumping shoulders I messed with my fork and knife and empty plate.

Gina reached over the table and set her hands on top of mine. “I’ll support you with whatever you choose. Just promise me you’ll think of your health and future before making any drastic changes Reg.” She advised with a twinkle in her eye.

“Yeah I'ma do that but I feel like there’s someone or something that’s gonna hold me back. I don’t even want to go back to Cleveland, Gina. I want to stay over here and start my life over. You’re the only real family I have left. I love my boys to death but they can’t give me the kind of love that you can. Please don’t let me fuck around and die.” I begged holding her hands firmly. I don’t want to sound weak but this mission is really starting to bring me down. I’ve never been more exhausted and all I want to do is quit.

Gina and I had an intense, emotional conversation about everything that’s happened since my family’s death up until yesterday. I enjoy these talks as much as I enjoy making love to her. She completes me. I need her in my life. More and more people were leaving the palace so it was just us and a few others.

“Let me take this picture of you right quick before we head out.” Pulling my phone out, I turned it back on in an instant.

“Why?” She quizzed defensively. I looked up to see G blushing up a storm. She was as red as a rose even with her skin being so olive toned. Chuckling at her bashfulness I opened up the camera and held my phone up.

“Just one picture. Please.” I gave her an award winning smile and got one in return.

“Ok, fine. Just one.” She pointed strongly. I sat back and let baby girl prepare herself. She even went as far as applying another coat of lipstick. When I felt she was set to go, I snapped the picture of the most wonderful person in my life.

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Pulling my shorts up I tucked the strings on my sweatshirt inside and went out to the balcony. G was standing in front of the railing in this purple pullover and a pair of my boxers. Even with her thighs and ass fitting perfectly into the legs the fabric is still falling from her waist. Gina has somehow managed to keep the same figure throughout the course of our relationship. I don’t give a damn about my baby’s weight just as long as she is happy with the way she looks in the mirror. If she’s not feeling good about herself I like to be on board with any idea she has on how to get her groove back. And I also have my own personal way of making her feel good about her body.

Her hair is all transformed into various types of waves and curls and other weird shapes. And the way she has her eyebrows on a day to day basis is no doubt dramatic but only because that’s their natural shape. They fit her face due to the way she gets them done. Her eyes are what get me every time I look into them. They’re a hybrid of green and light brown, one of the most beautiful sights and scary. The makeup she wears every single day darkens her eye color by at least two shades but when her face is bare, she looks like a another person.

“You not cold?” I spoke with my hand in my shorts.

Gina laughed at my concern and crossed her right leg over the left. She then leaned forward to rest her elbows on the railing.

“Are you cold?” She shot back with sass. Chuckling at her witty comeback I licked my lips and answered with a yes. She and I stood side by side with the night sky taking over. I caught a whiff of her perfume and smiled to myself.

“I’ve been thinking about us a lot over these last couple of weeks. Now that I’m done with school and have my degree, I feel like I finally have it all together.” G expressed, peaking my interest.

“Oh yeah?” I mumbled, scratching my cheek.

Gina stood up straight and took a deep breath in, moving closer to me.

“What do you wanna do?” I asked looking down at her.

“I want to stay. I want to stay with you.” G spoke, slowly shifting her hand over to mine. Her pinky finger found itself on top of mine, interlocking the two together.

“Are you sure? You can leave at any time. I’m gonna try not to be selfish with you anymore but baby..please don’t go. You’re my everything Geneva and I’m sorry if that puts a lot of pressure on you but it’s how I feel. I really do enjoy having you around to motivate me on a day to day basis. But on the other hand, I can’t make you stay with me if you’re unhappy so if that’s the case then just let me know. We’ll figure out where to go from from here.” I said feeling like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

Gina close the gap between us and stood in front of me. She grabbed my arms and enclosed herself in them. “I’m not going anywhere. Us against them right?” She muttered, resting her head on my chest.

I’m glad she’s not leaving me because if she did, I’d die all over again like I did that day.

[imagineromanreigns]

Jukai

“What did you do, Tina?! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!”

That’s all I could say. What I saw, completely wiped my vocabulary of anything else. White bathroom tiles were covered with blood. The sources were two perfectly slit wrists, turning purple and stained.

“What did you do?!”

I was so scared to move her and my heart was pounding hard! But I couldn’t hear myself think with the twins crying madly in their cribs. I can’t just haul her to the ER without taking the time to get the babies in tow. She’s already lost so much blood that the delay may kill her. Fuck, or is she already dead?! How long has she been like this? Frantically, I reached into my back pocket and grabbed my phone.

Dispatcher: 911, what’s your emergency?

“My wife tried to commit suicide by slitting her wrists! I need an ambulance here now!”

Dispatcher: Ok, sir. Is she still breathing? Could you check for a pulse?

“Tina, baby. Stay with me! PLEASE!” I grabbed her face, watching her head lifelessly fall towards me.

My throat was getting tight. “Yes, she’s still with me. Send someone please! Can I wrap her wrists to stop the bleeding?! I don’t know how long she’s been like this and there’s already a lot of blood loss!

Rushed tears fled down my cheeks. “Please.. help my wife!”

Dispatcher: Calm down, sir. I understand this is a serious matter and I will do what I can do get her help, okay? What’s your address and full name?

“Joe Anoa’i. 423 Gracehill Dr.” My voice cracked to the dispatch.

Dispatcher: Help is on the way, Mr. Anoa’i. In the meantime, yes, I would advise you to wrap her wrists to stop more bleeding.

“Thank you!”

I tossed my phone across the tiles, as I grabbed two bath cloths and tied them around the bloody wrists. The bleeding had slowed its flow, but it didn’t stop. Tina’s breathing was getting slower but remaining steady. I couldn’t resist it anymore. I tucked her into my arms and cried into her soft neck. Tendrils of her hair dipped into the red puddles, while I cradled her. Her eyeballs moved sporadically behind her eyelids.

“Why would you do this to yourself?” I sniff. “Just why? Did you not want to be with me anymore? Was it something I did to hurt you? Baby, just tell me please!” More tears burst through with a yell that temporarily quieted the twins.

I could soon hear sirens coming from up the street, and without hesitation I stood up with Tina in tow. Before the EMTs could even make it out the ambulance, I had Tina at the back of the truck. They rushed out, immediately opening the doors, and taking my comatose wife out of my grasp. The female EMT helped secure Tina on the bed. Her partner was grabbing medical tools and preparing to check vital signs.

“Mr. Anoa’i?”

I stood dazed at the sight of my wife’s life slowly slipping away. It took for the female EMT to touch my arm gently and pull me back.

“Y-yes, sorry.”

She shook her head, “No, it’s okay. I just need to know are you coming with us because we want to get her to a hospital ASAP.”

I looked back at the house, remembering my girls still inside. “I have to grab our girls! Which hospital will you go to?”

She nodded and gave me the address to the hospital they were going to. Once the ambulance drove off, I hurried back inside to grab the twins and their packed bags. My heart was still racing madly. The nerves throughout my body were heavy as stone. After placing the now alert baby girls in the back seat safely fastened, I drove out of the garage and phoned my mom. I told her to meet us at the hospital to keep an eye on the girls. She was just as frantic as I was and before I knew it, I heard an engine roar through the phone.

“Mommy’s gonna be alright, okay?” I look at the rear view mirror. “Don’t you girls worry.”

The both made subtle noises in response.

Within minutes we arrived at the hospital and my heart rate spiked higher. It was as if I took a quick shot of adrenaline.

“Calm down, Joe. Get yourself together.” I muttered to myself with shaking hands. “Tina’s still alive, so stop thinking the worst.”

She’s okay. She’s okay. She’s okay.

Before I could start to cry again, I hopped out, placed both diaper bags criss-cross on my shoulders, and grabbed the car seats. I sped walked into the ER and headed to the receptionist desk.

“Hi, how may I help you, sir?” The petite woman greeted pleasantly.

“Uh, yes. My wife was just admitted here and I desperately need to get to her.”

She turned her attention to her computer. “Okay, what’s her name?”

“Tina Ross-Anoa’i.”

“She’s in room 282A down this hall. I can have a nurse escort you there, if you could wait for a moment. I can also ask her if she could take the babies to the nursery for you.” She picked up her phone.

“I’d really appreciate that.” I sternly nod.

“Can I get a nurse to the front for assistance? A nurse to the front for assistance.” The intercom roared through the ER.

Within seconds a tall, brown haired woman came power walking towards the desk. She wore soft blue scrubs and looked like she’d already had one helluva night.

“What Can I do for you, Lucy?” She placed her arm on the desk.

“Nurse Jackie, this is Mr. Anoa’i. He’s here to see his wife in 282A. I was wondering if you could escort him to her and take the babies to the nursery.”

The nurse turned her attention to me with wide eyes. “Oh God, yes! Come this way. I just left your wife’s room an—“

“How is she doing?!”

“She’s better now,” Nurse Jackie thinned her lips. “But there was a lot of blood loss. By the time she got to us, she had almost gone cold. Thankfully, we had her blood type in stock and gave her an emergency transfusion. She was already heavily sedated by the muscle relaxers she’d overdose on, so we went on with the procedure.”

“Fuck,” I clenched the seat handles tighter. “She overdosed too?”

“Follow me, Mr. Anoa’i. We can walk and talk on our way to the room.” She placed a hand on my trembling shoulder, as she guided me down the hall.

“As I was saying, it seems that before she slit her wrists, there was a pill overdose. Do any of you take muscle relaxers?”

“I do. I’m a professional athlete and I have a prescription for them when I pull muscles.” I shake my head, cursing myself for leaving those at home. “But Tina never had a reason to take them.”

She nodded, “Understood. Well I’m sure you’ll know then that we had to do a gastric lavage as well. With those pills still in her system, there wasn’t any chance of her living on top of the major blood loss.”

All I could do was nod my response. I was speechless. I had no idea that she’d taken my pills. Now that I think about it, that it explains why I couldn’t find them in my gym bag yesterday.

Nurse Jackie stopped us in front of 282A and walked me in. She stood at the foot of the bed, as I stood statue still by the door. I could’ve hit the floor from the sight of my wife. She appeared lifeless, but I could see her chest slowly inflate. The heart monitor’s beeps seemed to show steady signs of life, however it all appeared to be an illusion. This is purely something I wanted to see but it doesn’t mean it’s real.

Of course she’s alive!

But I see different just staring at her. Color has resurfaced in her skin. Her hair had been washed and gathered over one shoulder. Just an hour ago it was washed in blood. My chest tightened at the flashback.

This isn’t an illusion. Tina’s still here. The mother of my beautiful girls is still breathing.

“She seems peaceful.” Nurse Jackie grins back at me, then turned back to Tina. “But I’d advise she gets some help. Whatever was troubling her surely took a huge toll. Next time, she may be successful if she tries again.”

Finally, I broke away the stone and ordered my legs to move. I grabbed the chair closer to the bed and grabbed her hand. White gauze was wrapped securely around both wrists. I rubbed a thumb slightly over her wrist and felt stitches.

Tina...

“I would like to provide you with the contact information for my wife, Dr. Ambers. She’s been a licensed psychiatrist going on three years now and she’s simply amazing.” Nurse Jackie retrieved a small notepad and pen from her pocket.

“Thank you very much for your help, Nurse Jackie. We’ll be giving her a call first thing in the morning.” I folded the paper once and placed it in my pocket with my free hand.

She nodded, “Sounds good, Mr. Anoa’i.”

The good nurse checked her watch. “Well, it’s my lunch time and I will leave you with Tina. If anything happens, don’t hesitate to press the emergency button.”

I kiss the back of Tina’s hand. “Yes ma’am.”

I waited until the door was securely closed shut after her exit. Immediately, I started to cry. The images flashed around and around in my head of the day. I come home from the airport to crying babies and a wife half way dead on our bathroom floor. I felt that something was wrong from our last phone call. Her voice wasn’t the usual cheery tone I’d always hear when I was coming back home. They were few. She kept saying that she was exhausted and had a headache. But I’ve seen and heard her exhausted. I’ve seen and heard her with a headache. It wasn’t anything like what I heard on the phone. Something was truly wrong with my wife and I wasn’t here to comfort her. The pain in my chest twisted more, forming another lump in my throat.

“Tina, why didn’t you just tell me? Why couldn’t you just wait until I’d gotten home to help you?” I said through my sobs.

I laid my head down on my forearm on the bed. I lightly kissed her covered wrist and continued holding her hand. My baby was okay. She was going to make it. There was a force stronger than her that wouldn’t allow her to leave us. Weight was slowly being lifted from my chest with those positive thoughts. Because they were true. I stared at her, still breathing, still beautiful, and still here with me.

The next day...

I kept feeling light touches on my face, from my forehead to my cheek. They felt familiar. Warm and welcoming. It was as if I was being awakened at home by —

My eyes flew opened. “Tina!” I said on a rushed whisper.

“Hope you dreamed of me.” Her smile was weak but sincere.

“Baby,” I stood up. “I’m so glad you’re still here.” I covered her face in kisses, as she brought her hands to my face. “I’m so happy.”

“I’m so sorry,” She croaked, “Joe, I’m so sorry!”

“Shh shh. It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” I said against her forehead.

She shook her head. “No, it’s not okay. I was so weak and troubled. I just couldn’t take that feeling anymore.”

“I had no idea you’d been feeling that way. Why didn’t you tell me?” I sat back down, grabbing both of her hands. “I’m your husband. You’re supposed to tell me these things. So why didn’t you, Tina?”

“Because it was my burden. I didn’t want you worrying and you had too much going on. I felt maybe it would go away eventually. It’s been three months now. Things should get better. But they kept getting heavier. Until finally, I felt like I couldn’t even breathe anymore.”

“Three months now? It’s been that lo—“ it occurred to me, “Your grandma died three months ago.” I said solemnly.

“Yes,” she confirmed. “I’ve been feeling incomplete ever since.” Her eyes close, “She was all I had left. My first best friend. I told her not to leave me yet, because I wasn’t ready for her to go. I still needed her.”

“Tina, you know she’s still here with you. Your grandma never left your side.”

“It’s not the same. I can’t just call her or drive to go see her. I can’t hug and kiss her like I used to do. She was my mama, Joe. She taught me how to be a woman. A wife and a mother. There’s still things I want to talk to her about but I’ll never be able to. I miss her laugh, her jokes, her love. I miss her so much.

“I’ve cried so much since her funeral that I can’t even cry anymore. That’s when I felt like it was my time to go.” She said.

I took in every word. Seeing the emotions flooding through her tired features. I do remember her grandma very well. I loved her from the moment I met her. It was something about her spirit that just made you want to be around her every hour of the day. Tina always referred to her as her mama, not grandma. That’s how close they were. She never wanted to talk about her biological mother. They haven’t talked in years and Tina had no issue with continuing that race. As long as she had her grandma, she was happy. So when I got the news that she died, I felt my heart break for Tina. What made it worse for her, I think, was watching her grandma slowly die in front of her. She died of old age, which I felt was a better way out than dying from a sickness. Her grandma lived a tough life but always made life seem beautiful. That’s one of the many things I admired about her.

“Baby, I know how much she meant to you. In the short years I’ve known her, she meant a lot to me as well. And I loved her as if she was my own grandma. So I know her death was going to be very hard for you to take. I just never thought it would drive you to try taking your own life. I didn’t know it hurt that bad.”

“I should’ve told you, Joe. I know I should have. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.” Her hands squeezed mines. “You should’ve been the first to know.” She winced.

“Be careful. You have stitches now.” I delicately rub her wrists.

“Right.” She sighs, “I’m sorry for stealing your pills.”

My voice hardened, “Tina, I hope you know that until I can trust you again, I’m taking every pill bottle we have out of the house. If you have any sort of body ache, I’ll give you want you need. But I’ll be damned if I discover that you’ve overdosed on something again. Those muscle relaxers could’ve permanently damaged you somehow if they didn’t kill you.”

Guilty, sad eyes looked at me. “Understood.”

Silence filled the room. Neither of us had a comeback. The sun was starting to shine more  as the morning progressed. Faint sounds of hospital activity were heard through the walls. I glanced at the digital clock over the door. It read, “7:53 AM.”

“I heard you talking to me last night.” She swallowed, “I wanted to tell you that it wasn’t because of you. But I was so out of it that my mouth wouldn’t move. Felt like my voice had vanished. When I no longer heard the girls crying, I thought that was the end. But then I somehow heard your voice. The fear I heard in your voice was so clear.”

“I thought you were already gone.” I shake my head. “You were lying there so still that I thought I was too late.” Fresh tears slid down my cheeks.

“I know. It felt like I was. But you pulled me from that darkness. I could hear my daughters’ cries again. That’s when I knew I couldn’t go back. I had to fight this, even as weak as I was, I had to try.” She wiped my droplets away, one by one.

There were soft knocks at the door until the knob turned. In walked Nurse Jackie, looking refreshed and energized for another day. Her face lit up as she took a good look at Tina.

“Well, good morning gorgeous! How are we feeling?”

Tina grinned. “Much better, thank you. For everything.”

Nurse Jackie waved her hand. “That’s my job, dear. As long as you’re still with us, that’s all the thanks I need. I’m sure Mr. Anoa’i would agree.” She looked in my direction.

“I definitely agree.” I say warmly.

“Mrs. Anoa’i, I recommended to your husband that you start seeing my wife, who’s a psychiatrist. She’s truly amazing and I’m sure with her help, you’ll be able to come overcome this unfortunate experience. Nurse Jackie’s eyes gain a sparkle. “That’s how I met her.

She continues, “It’s truly your choice, but I strongly feel you should consider it.”

“I appreciate that, ma’am. It’s taken me a long time to admit this, but I truly need the help. I can’t do this to my family ever again.” Tina looks back at me, softly squeezing my hand. “I love them too much to leave them this way.”

“And we love you more, baby. I want you to always remember that.” I stand and kiss her lips. “Always remember that, okay?”

She nods. “Always.”

[startofamoment]

B99 Hiatus Writing Challenge

In the immortal words of Captain Raymond Jacob Holt, “EVERYTHING IS GARBAGE.” – The finale left our favorite squad in pain, we have to wait months for new content, and Dianetti still isn’t canon.

Even Terry knows what we need most in these trying times: fanfiction. 

Under the cut is a list of 30 prompts/summaries put together with a ton of help from @stardustsantiago, @peraltiagoisland, @scullysthumbtacks, @three-drink-amy​, and @dogworldchampion. Feel free to run away with any (or many) of these plot bunnies!! Let’s make this hiatus as gr99 as possible. ★

1. He’s still chuckling at her screaming sheep prank as he walks out of the break room. He’s four paces away when he turns back, ready to stick his tongue out at her and yell one last comeback. Except that’s when he sees it: the Double Tuck.

2. An emergency at the precinct calls Raymond away from home, leaving Kevin alone to babysit little Marcus for the rest of the day. Everything’s all well and good until pre-nap story time, when Kevin realizes he’s never met another child so emotional over Humpty Dumpty falling off a wall. He manages to calm little Marcus down by suggesting they make french toast with bacon smiles for dinner, but the child ends up sobbing at the sight of the refrigerator. (Alternatively: 4-year-old Marcus bonds with his Uncle Ray-Ray’s boyfriend.)

3. “GET THAT LITTLE DEMON AWAY FROM ME.” “Jake, he’s just a baby. Also, weren’t you the one who rented this fur ball for the night?” “I DIDN’T REALIZE I WAS PAYING FOR SHERE KHAN JUNIOR.”

The relief team takes over. Jake and Amy don’t catch the bad guys. The night still ends up on their good dates list.

4. Five hours. No texts or calls or selfies or anything from him for five hours. Amy should have realized it sooner. She should have believed he was being sabotaged. She shouldn’t have driven off after he said, “See you never.” 

5. “Which bird is that?” “It’s the shut the hell up or leave me alone bird.” “Is that its Latin name?”

Rosa Diaz is a graduate student at Cornell looking into going on sabbatical to study birds at the University of Buenos Aires. She’s pretty set in her plans, until she meets novice bird watcher Gina Linetti.

6. Jake is a disgruntled bookshop worker, just trying to save up to pay off his crushing debt. His life is a monotonous cycle of shipment unpacking, shelf restocking, and cashier manning until Amy comes in with a rare old book request, and they spend an entire afternoon searching the store for it. (Truthfully, he knows exactly where to find it, but he maybe doesn’t want his time with her to end.)

7. “Hey, it’s me. Please open the door... Come on, let’s talk. I’m sorry.” “Can I help you?” “Oh, no, you’re not Amy.”

After the most disastrous double date in history, Jake knocks on Amy’s door instead of Sophia’s.

8. Jake Peralta is one of the best wedding planners in Brooklyn. He can handle any wedding with his usual pizzazz and charm. Except for Amy Santiago’s.

9. “All aboard the Terryliner. Next stop, Holtsovania.” “Wait! Can we drop by the farmers market first?”

A perp Charles has been chasing for months surfaces out of the blue. Nikolaj is left at the precinct, and the rest of the squad take turns watching him.

10. He’d hated this song since his bar mitzvah ages ago, but suddenly, he couldn’t bring himself to keep hating it. Not when Amy’s hand was clasped in his. Not when she was close enough for him to see the lighter flecks in her eyes. Not when her smile had him falling deeper and deeper in love.

11. “Geez, Santiago, you didn’t have to pay $950 just for a second date with me! I didn’t realize you were so bummed our date last month was cut short by that case.”

The NYPD Men’s Charity Date Auction is coming up, and it’s Jake’s first time participating in the event. He’s been boasting about how excited he is to get free dinner and help out the local children’s hospital, but truthfully he’s scared out of his mind. (Rumor has it that the crazy 2nd floor receptionist from the Seven-Three was gonna drop at least $500 for a night with him.) He’s as stunned as the entire audience when Amy pulls through with a winning bid at the very last second.

12. Gina Linetti is stuck as assistant manager at the worst sunglass kiosk this side of Brooklyn. Her life changes when Rosa Diaz walks up and demands the darkest and shadiest pair they've got.

13. “Are you hearing that? What the hell is that noise?” “Do you mean all that thumping, yelling, and plates crashing?” “That plus the endless loop of Beyonce songs.” “Yeah, that’s Rosa and Gina having sex.” “WHAT? EW.” “Oh my god. Am I neighbors with a homophobe?”

Apartment neighbors Jake and Amy bond over the loud, crazy people on their floor.

14. I made a deal to save your life, and we can never be with each other ever again or else the person I made the deal with is going to kill one of us and make the other watch... I’m so sorry, it was the only way.

15. “So if I transferred anywhere else, you wouldn’t care at all?” “No, of course not. Do whatever you want, you know, it’s your life.”

He should have said something. Because now she’s gone to work for the Special Victims Unit, and he’s pretty sure she took a part of his soul with her.

16. Amy Santiago is about to have a traditional summer with her family, including her close friend Rosa, at Kellerman’s, a summer lodge she goes to every year. But then, she meets Jake Peralta, a talented dance instructor from the wrong side of the tracks. Will she have the time of her life? (Dirty Dancing!AU)

17. “Peralta, I swear to god, if you get blue soda in my car, I’ll kill you.” “Okay, but can I still eat my pocket donut, though?”

Jake and Amy go on a road trip, minus the complicated relationships but still with the poorly disguised feelings.

18. Midnight motorcycle races weren’t exactly Gina’s style, but the girl in the black leather jacket riding the supercharged R1 has her intrigued. She’s even more impressed when this rider turns up as a classical ballerina in their local dance competition.

19. “Ugh, Dad, The Enigma won’t leave me alone! Today she followed me around the entire playground.” “Now, Nikolaj, be nice to your cousin. She just loves you so much!”  

20. We’re partners for an essay project in History of Magic, and we need to get a book from the restricted section, but I’m not sure how the books are organized in this section, and you won’t stop trying to find weird sex books, like, no I don’t think they keep the wizard’s kama sutra in the restricted section, what is wrong with you? (Hogwarts!AU)

21. “Remember when you got arrested and had to go to jail for three months?” “Yeah, good times.”

The squad and their kids get together for a barbeque, now that they’re all happy.

22. Lieutenant Melanie Hawkins is the best cop in the NYPD for a reason. As they’re being transferred to Rikers, Jake and Rosa find out they’re actually being sent to further infiltrate a notorious drug cartel. And thus begins one of the biggest, most dangerous undercover operations in history.

23. “Detective David Majors is already on this case. I need someone to partner up with him.” “Sir, with all due respect, I’m the obvious choice. I mean, look at me.” “I’m not sure you’re right for this, Peralta. The marshal says the detectives have to go undercover as a couple, and I’m not sure the group to be infiltrated is quite so progressive… I think I’ll send in Santiago.”

Amy gets assigned to date Blotter Dynamite Dave Majors for an indefinite amount of time. Jake considers ruining the operation in the name of love. (Fake Dating!AU - except not with Jake)

24. She’s pale yet covered in bruises, and her movements are slower and more guarded. There’s nothing he wants to do more than just hold her, but from behind the glass separating the two of them, all he can do is ask, “What happened?” (Alternatively: Amy gets injured in the field while Jake is in jail.)

25. “Sir, how did you and Kevin get engaged?” “I don’t think this is much of a proposal story, Jacob. We heard gay marriage had been legalized and then headed straight for City Hall.”

It’s only half an hour into this stakeout, but to Jake it feels like it’s been an eternity. There’s a ring box burning a hole in his pocket, and a jumbled mess of ideas in his head. He knows Amy wouldn’t want him turning to anyone for approval, but the longer they sit in this car, the more inclined he is to ask Holt for advice.

26. I am Head Girl, and I’ve been asked to give a presentation on safe sexual practices, and you will not stop asking me uncomfortable questions to embarrass me. Please stop, I know you know the answer to that, we did it last night. (Hogwarts!AU)

27.  “What the hell, Gina! I thought this was supposed to be a Hip Hop class?” “Rosa, Rosa, Rosa. Did you seriously think I wanted a Step Up-esque number for the first dance out our wedding?” “Uhm. Yes?”

Gina tricks Rosa into taking a couples ballroom dance class with her.

28. A tragic car crash kills Terry and Sharon, leaving their baby daughter Ava to their mutual friends Jake and Amy, who don’t get along at all. (Life As We Know It!AU)

29. Jake and Amy manage to keep their relationship a secret, but that means Dozerman stays captain of the precinct.

30. “Just you and me, and Baby makes three.”

There’s a binder full of color coded information on the shelf, and a Die Hard-themed onesie in the dresser. Jake and Amy’s baby is on the way.

[briteboy]

LITERALLY SO MANY QUESTIONS AND THIS IS ONLY HALF OF THEM 

lmao RIP me (now u know why i take so long to answer)

do you know the game what remains of edith finch? its really fantastic, I just finished the part with lewis, his whole situation with reality reminded me of santi. just wanted to tell you :)

surprisingly no i haven’t ever heard of it! :O but now i’m intrigued, i googled it and i’m reading up on it hehe thank you for telling me, u learn something new every day :~}

Hello femmesim! I'm a new simblr & I see you get a lot of notes on your great story! I guess this probably means you have a lot of followers too. I was wondering if you follow them all back. If not do you check out your followers & how do you decide which ones to follow back? What don't you like. What would make you unfollow them? Oops that was a lot lol!

iiiiiiiii honestly haven’t even looked at my actual followers page in a loooooong time, even on my personal blog i was never good with that lol. i just can’t keep up with everyone and i don’t want to feel obligated to follow everyone back because that would be way too many posts on my dashboard all the time y’know. it sounds mean but...ajksdgdsf i WISH i could follow everyone back but itsjustnotrealistic

tbh i follow people back when they reach out to me, make an effort to engage with me, send me messages, reply, or just frequently interact with my posts because it gets my attention and shows their personality. i don’t mean that as in like...”you can’t be my friend unless you give me notes” (LMFAO NO) i mean it as in like i’m fcking oblivious and it’s too much work for me to go out of my way and check out every single blog that follows me :{ but i love messaging and communicating through replies so even if you’re nervous pleeeease step out of your comfort zone, i promise i’m like a pretty good OK human being and i try to make funny jokes so talking to me isn’t that bad i promise.

as for your other questions...tbh i dunno, i like blogs that interest me. (duh...lmao what kind of answer even is that) i usually go for people that show their personalities in their posts (go figure), like memes (lmfao), have an intriguing aesthetic, HONESTLY IDK...i follow a lot of diverse blogs tbh, not just ones that are similar to mine. i only unfollow ppl if i have no memory of following them and their content doesn’t interest me, if they say/do something that irks or angers me (that’s only happened like twice tho), or if they post like EXCESSIVE nsfw...i didn’t sign up for that lmao

i hope i don’t sound like an asshole for all this but it’s just like...i can’t deny i get a lot of attention on here. and i never expected it so i’m pretty unprepared for it lmao. i try my best tho :{ just reach out to me and we’ll probably be frands ok

so many feelings

I just wanted to say how much I love your blog but to the Anon who said how she looks white if she's Hispanic. Not all hispanics are brown haired and tan. I'm Puerto Rican and I'm blonde and have blue eyes. Hispanics come in different tones and what nots :)

hell0 thank you <3 yeah hispanic people are very diverse, especially with varying nationalities, and especially with puerto ricans. i personally know a lot of puerto ricans who are white passing so it’s really not that uncommon. everyone’s different, and as eir said, white passing POC are still POC!

papa ya - sunny ; thats your song boo lol

OOH i actually like this...i’m boppin my head rn lmao thank u

So basically the last anon is saying hispanics can't be 'white'? I know many 'white' hispanics???

i don’t wanna twist their words, i think they just meant molly looks ethnically white and i understand that, i’m not denying she’s white passing but tbh...idk, if she wasn’t my own sim i’d look at her and kinda know she’s not 100% white y’know. she has features that don’t look european. plus the fact that i’ve posted her speaking spanish before soooo. anyway yeah it’s very possible for a hispanic person to literally have white skin but that doesn’t mean they’re ethnically white

well if she has family from spain it's normal for them to have blonde hair and green eyes, so i mean that could make sense.

she could, who’s to say lol. it’s rly not that deep tho, she’s half white, half puerto rican, das it. but yeaah there is a wide array of genetic possibilities for every race! who’da thunk it

Hey, I'm a new reader, is it possible you could link some earlier parts to your story. You don't have to if it's problem though I know how tumblr be. I love the visuals style of your sims. That's what caught my eye. I also was wondering what editing program would you suggest. I kinda want to test out editing my sims.

heyo i summed up the story here and here and there’s a lot of posts of key events linked in there! thank you though, that’s so kind ;-; <3 wellll the only editing program i use is photoshop cs6 so i’d recommend that haha. you can find it for free pretty easily, but if you’re not into that, there are plenty of other programs you can use. i know a lot of ppl on here use gimp. 

hi! I need advice and idk where to get it from but you seem like a really good person who has some wisdom lol! so basically i'm in a big financial situation. I had a good paying job but it made me have anxiety and panic attack because i hated it so much. and i quit my job before i had another job lined up. So my bank account is very close to being completely empty and i have bills and i have to move soon. I NEED ADVICE OR SOMEONE TO TELL ME ITS GOING TO BE OK.

omg first of all i’m so touched that you even came to me with this wtf ;___; ily

second of all it IS going to be ok, you shouldn’t force yourself to do something you hate if it’s really impeding on your mental health that much. it’s not good for you in the long run, even if it pays well. like, at what cost do you want to sell yourself in order to make money? my point is you made a good decision but lacked the foresight, which luckily is something that can be remedied easily. (well...hopefully, but job hunting is never easy :\ ) if you’re still in this situation by the time your bills and everything catch up to you, you can always seek help from family and friends or look into loans...find someone (or multiple people) who will stick by you and support you through this, because this is something way too hard to do alone. (if you don’t have anyone, i’m here for you ;-; ) i honestly don’t have any good advice for finding another job because tbh that’s something i always flounder in, and i’m gonna have to do the same thing by the time i finish up school in the next month AHHHHH

i’m prayin 4 both of us, but you especially <3

Hi!!! sorry i remember seeing an ask about Lou's eyelashes but i cannot find it :((( could you please tell me where can i find it???

hey she just uses the kijiko ones! sometimes if it’s a closeup i use these eyelash brushes tho

hi! sorry, this is a weird question but i thought you could help maybe.... i recently started playing ts4 again, but when i am in cas, there is a weird shine on all cc hairs.... do you have a solution for this? thank you in advance!

hmmmmm i kinda get a weird shiny glitch too but it’s only with certain things, and it’s usually remedied by clicking on the sim’s different outfit categories until it goes away lol. but if it’s on ALL of the hairs...hmm...i’m assuming you’re talking about alpha? because i don’t think clay hairs usually have that problem. check if laptop mode is on, if it is, turn it off!! that’s the only solution i can think of :{

i feel like too many people are reading too deeply into things. either way i love your work and just read the entire thing in a day and i love you so much idek.

i think this was sent when i was getting messages about my dialogue haha. i mean i definitely understand their points in saying it has too many realistic vocal quirks, but tbh that’s what i like about it, and i think that’s part of the reason people connect with it. idk. but thank you so much ily ;__;

hi i just wanted to ask how do you manage your time and how do you post frequently without feeling overworked and overwhelmed ? do you have some sort of schedule, because you seem very organized lol . tysm for answering <3 !

hmmmmm how? um poorly LMAO

no but really...it’s hard. i’m glad i’m so into this story/eager to see all your reactions to it because otherwise the chaos of my life would’ve definitely deterred me from moving along with it a while ago. that’s basically the reason i’m so surprised i even made it this far tbh. i accomplished so much more than i ever thought i would. ;__;

i don’t have an answer for this question because i DO often feel overwhelmed and i have to take a step back and remind myself it’s not the end of the world if i don’t have time to go in game or edit or whatever. i think it’s because i set up this timeline for myself in terms of goals i want to reach with my story throughout the rest of the year and i get frustrated with myself when those plans become delayed because of other obligations. (for example i definitely thought baby wallace would’ve been born by now lmao syke) i was getting burnt out very easily before, which is why i’ve been taking it slower lately (that and i’ve been working a lot more so i don’t have as much free time as i used to :\ ) the good thing about having different characters tho is that when i get burnt out on one thing i can just switch over to another thing at an opportune time (which is what i’ve always done with santi and girooni)

anyway yeah i am kinda organized (in my own weird way) in terms of story planning, controlling the pacing and key events, and that’s definitely the reason i’m able to post so frequently. i used to have multiple free days a week where i could go in game for long amounts of time and get lots of scenes done at once, but at this point in my current schedule i just basically go in game whenever i'm free from the clutches of capitalism (jk we’re never free save us bernie) which means i only have time to do like one thing in game but it seems to be working just as well so far.

.............i’m how i wrote a novel to answer this

im glad i pretty much got it. i can really relate to everything going on. i can see a lot of myself in santi and molly & i get it. the movies make you think you fall in love and everythings fixed like they fill that void in your soul and i mean sure they fill parts of it but you need to do that yourself and not rely on someone else. Your story is real and you can tell your writing from personal experience because theres so much feeling. u think ur fixing urself and u end up more hurt in the end

i’m so glad you can relate ;-; i think that’s one of my proudest accomplishments so far. i mean santi has always been relatable for me because he IS me...or at least partly me, just like all my characters are. but i never thought anyone else would feel the same way, so it means so much to me that people enjoy him as a character because of that.

anyway YES exactly. i hate the “no one’s going to love you if you don’t love yourself” mentality, i think it’s a toxic way of looking at the benefits of genuine self love. the sentiment behind it is true, but it’s a backwards way of looking at it. someone’s else’s love shouldn’t be your motivation, your own love toward yourself should be your motivation. when you look at it in the other way, you do end up getting more hurt in the end.

lol anons back the frick off, that scene is perfect, santi is perfect, sunny is perfect, the stuttering is perfect THIS BLOG IS FREAKIN PERFECT

oMG i appreciate the support, but i don’t blame those people for having issues with my dialogue hahahha. i know it’s kind of different and weird but it just feels right for me when i write it so i go with it. i rly like santi’s stuttering tho so *shrugs* THANK YOU THO ILY <333

hey! I was wondering if you have any tips on making(?) light leaks in photoshop? idk if you've answered this already bc I'm on mobile, buT if u have I'll just check when I get on my computer next !!! Thanks !

ummM I DON’T ACTUALLY because i get all my light leaks off google lmao. i have a folder of all the ones i’ve collected over time lmao

you could probably easily make some with the paintbrush in overlay mode with varying opacities tho? i’ve tried to replicate this a few times actually, but the rest of the time i just use light leaks made by other people lol

Do you enjoy more playing the game or taking the photos/making the story? Do you play challenges?

LATELY i’ve been just enjoying playing the game because i’ve gotten burnt out on story things and just playing is such a nice break from it haha. whenever i have to wait in game for it to be a certain time of day for story purposes, i go play with girooni for a few sim hours to pass the time and it’s fun for me lmao. i’m looking forward to my story winding down so i can get back to doing more gameplay things like i did before but at the same time i’ll always do at least something story related because i like the sense of direction it gives y’know.

i’ve never actually tried any challenges, not even just regular old legacies because i would always either get sick of the sims i was playing with or get too attached to them and not want to go to a new generation lmao. i was never interested in any challenges tbh. i like watching other people do bachelor(ette) challenges tho heheh

WHEN DID SANTI BECOME SUCH A STRONK BOI also you are so sweet we don't deserve you??? You are a blessing I love you thank you for doing this aaaaa ;;; you are an inspiration I hope I can do what you do too! OK BYE HAVE A NICE DAY ❤️❤️❤️

OMG HE’S ALWAYS BEEN SECRETLY STRONK (i’m assuming this is about how he beat ugly stepdad to a pulp lmao) he mostly gets his strength from anger and an adrenaline rush. a BLESSING WHAT!!!!!! YOU’RE SO SWEET ILY ;__; don’t thank me, i’m just doin what i love <3 have a nice day/night/rest of your life ily

But why are ur anons so needy lol isn't that like ur third one angry that u haven't responded

ugh i feel bad because i get it, i do, i understand it hurts when you reach out to someone multiple times and you get ignored, but i don’t do it on purpose and i have explained, many times, the plenty of valid reasons why i can’t respond to 100% of my messages. i’m actually trying to answer all of my message right now with these mass answer posts and it’s REALLY a lot for me to go out of my way and do this. so i’m trying ok. but like i’m only a person ajhsdghjdfjhk i can only give so much attention to this y’know. please be patient

from this moment on we should all proceed to take cautions around ppl named dan.... TAINTED

I KNO RIGHT...dan is such an ugly boring name (no offense to the dans of the world) but like if you’re a dane you’re probably evil or are the human embodiment of cardboard

I can not say it enough. Great story. It's life. And life is beautiful, loving, refreshing and sometimes it can be harsh & scary. You take the good with the bad. I look forward to what comes next. --"Run away, run far away" nony (I have to start thinking of new tag line, because I am diggin Santi and Lou together) :)

HELLO FRIEND i kinda love that you keep coming back ehehe. and i’m glad you’re enjoying it so much ;___; these words are so kind and genuine, thank you so much <3333 OMG i’m glad you like santou as well even though they’re on a slow decline right now. i’m really excited about what i have planned in the future tho

omggggg my theory is the first one on that list you posted!! i'm so happy for that but also sad bc of what's going on with molly and santi and i hope that santi will finally just be happy soon. love you and your sims (except step dad dan) 💕💕

OOH HELLO YES you basically guessed everything that happened up until this point hahaha congratulations <33 santi will be happy...eventually. it’s going to be a long hard road in getting there tho. i hope you’ll all be satisfied in the end

fuck you dan stepdad

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“You almost there?”

“Yeah, I’m pulling into the driveway now.” You replied to your friend through the phone, putting your car into park.

“Thank you again so much. The key is under the cactus plant, just let yourself in—the box should be left of the door,” she explained, and you nodded despite not being able to see her in the first place. You grabbed the small fake cactus plant and saw the flowery key underneath.

“You just really like flowers, huh?” You muttered, partially forgetting you were still on the phone with her.

“Yes, it’s not my fault I kill everything I touch—Oh… speaking of which…” She grew quiet as you wiggled the key into the lock, taking a moment to finally open the door. “So I know I told you that I needed help looking after a pet until I find a solid home for it, but uhhh… It’s not exactly a… a classic pet.”

You rolled your eyes at the phone. “I’m sure I’ve handled stranger. I’ve dealt with all sorts of bunnies, dogs, cats, birds, chinchillas—I’ll be fine.” Huh, she must have cleaned recently. You looked around the very organized living room, till you saw one of the classic cardboard boxes with holes on top to the left of you.

“I know you will be, but it uh, it’s been through a lot—especially with its past owner dying and all, and I just want you to be ready.” You shrugged off what she said and knelt next to the box, opening it. “You were quick to agree to help but you didn’t even ask—”

“Hey, Sue?” You interrupted, looking at the “pet” in the box.

“Yeah?”

“What the fuck is this?” you asked, looking at the… small skeleton? It was sitting in the corner of the box, knees to its chest. It barely glanced at you with glowing halos before staring back at the ground. If it wasn’t for the slight movement you would have thought it was some sort of doll. A doll with a broken face, it would appear. Two cracks led in different directions from each eye socket, making your confusion falter into concern for a moment.

“It’s—ah… it’s a skeleton, I think? Mable had a lot of really weird pets, most of her friends ended up taking most of them but he’s the last one that didn’t get called on. I think its name starts with a G? I keep forgetting it,” your friend explained, but most of her words went in one ear and out the other as you stared at the small skeleton man. He had what looked like a fancy suit on, though it looked like it was in constant motion, and occasionally appeared to gain weight before sucking itself back in. It was almost hypnotizing.

“What…” You tore your eyes away from the creature, paying more attention to the conversation. “Sue, I’ve literally never seen this kind of ‘pet’ before. I was expecting a hairless hamster or something. What am I supposed to feed it? Is there even a care sheet for this sort of…thing?” You stood up, pacing around the living room.

“Oh, it’s super easy to take care of, trust me! They are just like… tiny people! They can talk—well, most of them—and take care of themselves for the most part. You just have to keep them company and make sure they don’t hurt themselves. Honestly I’d be watching him myself if I was going to be home. Like I said, I left in a rush this morning and forgot about him…”

“Is everything alright with you? I’ve literally never witnessed you forget anything before and I think that’s the third time you said you forgot something today.” You grew concerned for your friend, glancing back at the box.

“I think it’s just the skeleton. Mabel’s pets sometimes have… quirks. You don’t have to worry about it too much though. I know it’s a lot to ask, but are you still willing to watch him for a few days? I’m going to be out of town and he just lost his previous owner… I’ll double your usual pet sitting wage!” Normally you wouldn’t ask that, but more likely than not Sue would end up giving a massive tip anyway. You knew she could easily afford it, at least.

You thought a moment. Sure, this thing is nothing like any other pet you watched, but you really could use the money right now. “Okay, I can watch him. Is there anything else I should grab from your place?” You heard a sigh of relief from the other end.

“No, I didn’t get anything from Mabel’s other than the skeleton. Like I said, you just need to treat them like a tiny person. They don’t need any special food, so you can just cut a bite out of whatever you would eat and give it to them.”

“Okay… I’ll take him home now. I’ll call you if I need anything.” You hesitated, glancing at the small skeleton again.

“Sure thing! The most important thing is to make sure he isn’t alone for too long. He’s one of the quieter ones, so I’m not exactly sure how he’s handling…everything. But yeah! Feel free to message me whenever! I’ll be a little busy but I’ll get back to you when I can.”

“Have fun with your meetings.” You hung up the call and walked back to the box, seeing the skeleton not acknowledge your existence at all. “Hey, buddy, you’re gonna live with me for a little while, okay?” you asked, though if he heard you, he made no motion for it. Did he even have ears?

You waited a moment before closing the box again, and bringing it back to your car. You made sure the drive home wasn’t too loud for the… skeleton, keeping the volume of the radio much lower than you usually have it. You tried to talk a little bit, how you usually do when you bring dogs to your place, but it was different knowing maybe this pet could understand the “Almost there!”s you said.

When you finally got home you made sure to announce it, being careful not to jostle the box too much on your way inside. You made your way to the couch, carefully placing the box on the coffee table, and opened it. The skeleton startled you, for some reason you already forgot what he looked like, but you quickly shook it off and watched him carefully.

“Hey there, buddy, how’re you doing?” You asked, trying to get his attention. The skeleton still had his knees to his chest, but his eye lights followed you. You licked your lips. “Uh…I’m going to take you out of the box now, alright?” You waited for a response, but he simply blinked.

“Okay, here I go.” You slowly put your hands in the box, attempting to cup around his small body. At the touch his suit expanded and you could swear he was melting. You pulled your hands away from him quickly, feeling and seeing the dark stickiness cling on your hands for a moment before being pulled back into a normal-ish body. “O-oh! I…I’m sorry?” You half asked, but the skeleton didn’t do anything. It did look like it was sweating…maybe it was stressed. It was sitting in the corner of the box, and cats tended to do that to feel more secure and protected from the sides. You needed to keep an eye on him, but if there was a way he could be surrounded by something—oh! “One second,” you quickly told him, making sure he wasn’t going to move.

You got up from the couch and went to your kitchen, digging through the cup cabinet until you found a stray glencairn that you’ve never used before. It might be a tight fit… but you had bigger cups you could use if this even seemed like it was going to work out. You brought the glass back and showed the small skeleton. “Here, I’m going to, uh, put you in this, okay? That way I can carry you around and you don’t have to worry about me touching you,” you explained, still not sure if he could understand.

Accepting the fact you wouldn’t be getting much of a response out of him, you tilted the glass and brought it close to him, using your other hand to slowly cup the other side of him. His body expanded again, sticking to your hand, but you continued to scoop him into the cup a little slower. He clung to your hand for a moment, the chilliness of his… slime? Whatever it was, it sent a shiver up your spine, before he finally let go and settled in the glass.

He looked around in the glass a moment, before his body lost all form of…well, form.

He was melting.

The skeleton deformed and collapsed into a black puddle in the cup and you frantically scrambled to grab your phone. Your fingers were on auto-pilot as they hit Sue’s number, and you felt your breathing speed up as the phone rang. You couldn’t draw your eyes away from the puddle of a creature in your glass.

Ring… Ring… “Yeah?”

“IT MELTED,” you shouted, realizing how bad you were shaking. You’ve been home less than five minutes and you already melted her skeleton.

“It—Oh! Forgot to mention that! It uh, it can do that. I don’t know what it means, since I’ve only ever seen it do it once, but it’s fine! It’ll turn back to normal pretty quick I think, at least soon as I saw it like that it turned back to normal—” You heard a muffled voice on the other side of the phone interrupt Sue, and it was silent for a moment before her voice was a little closer to the speaker. “Listen, I need to go. You are doing great so far, I’m sure! You don’t have to worry so much about it, like, we only have a problem if it turns to dust, okay?”

“Turns to dust—what?” you asked, but you heard the phone rub against some clothing.

“Remind me later! Bye!” The three tones followed Sue’s exit, leaving you in silence as you stared at the black puddle of a was-skeleton in a whiskey glass. You awkwardly sat there, phone still pressed to the side of your face for a moment before putting it down. You didn’t know what to make of the situation.

“H-h-how you doing, b-buddy?” You finally asked, turning the glass slightly and looking for any hint of the skeleton within the puddle of darkness. After a tense moment of searching, whiteness built at the top of the liquid, and a skull formed, followed by shoulders. It looked like the skeleton was simply sitting in shoulder-height dark matter, looking at you.

“Ayyy there you are!” You felt a nervous smile make its way on your face. “How you doing there?” It didn’t move. “I-I, uh…I’ll make us lunch, okay? You feeling spaghetti?” you asked, not expecting much of a response but the skeleton actually frowned. “O-or, I can fry up a burger real quick?” You tried again, and this time you got a slight nod. Progress!

“Okie dokie, buddy, I’m gonna bring you over to the kitchen now, just let me know if you are uncomfortable or anything,” you said, carefully picking up the glass. He sunk more into the darkness, keeping just his eyes out of the liquid to watch you. You placed him next to the oven so you could keep track of him in case he did anything else unexpected, but he seemed perfectly intent on watching you as you prepped the stove.

Thankfully you had frozen pre-made patties, so this meal was minimum effort on your end. You fried up the burger and got a bun ready with your usual additions. Every so often you would glance up at the skeleton to double check he wasn’t doing anything new, but he simply watched you. Every time you checked it seemed like more of him was out of the slime. You focused back on the burger, before realizing you forgot something! You opened the fridge and grabbed a piece of cheese, opening it up and getting ready to put it on the patty to melt.

“No cheese, please.”

“Sure thing, buddy,” you replied, putting the cheese to the side before freezing. “Wait, you spoke?” You turned towards the not-so-puddle-y skeleton now, who looked to be kneeling in the glass, leaning his elbows along the rim and resting his chin in his hands.

“Of course.” He rolled his eyes, seeming irritated instead of reserved now. “You were not paying very close attention to me, I tried waving my hands at you but you were too busy with your cooking to notice. I had no choice but to drop the silent act.” You stared wide-eyed at the skeleton as he spoke. He had a voice that reminded you of Sherlock Holmes. Not the Bumbletit Cumbercrotch one though, the Robert Downey, Jr. one.

“O-oh! I’m sorry, buddy!” You apologised, and he raised an…eyebrow-bone? He didn't have an eyebrow but he could make expressions like he did at the very least. “I-I mean—”

“The name is Doctor Gaster, if you insist in trying to call me by something.” He interrupted.

“Gaster? Well I—”

“Doctor Gaster, unless you carry the title as well..”

“Uh, right—Doctor Gaster… Nice to meet you properly then…” You swallowed, feeling even more awkward now that the “pet skeleton” was now speaking…and apparently has a better education than you did. “Like, an actual doctor or—”

“The burger is burning.” He ignored the start of your question and looked towards the patty, which was just starting to burn. You quickly turned the oven off and used a spatula to drop the burger onto your prepared bun. You glanced at Gaster before putting the burger all together, and pulled out a knife to cut him a section. “I don’t need a lot, I am not terribly hungry at the moment.”

You nodded, cutting a small portion off of the burger and placing it on the smallest plate you had, which was still probably ten times the size you needed. “You…want anything to drink?” Gaster considered for a while, tapping the edge of the glass he was in.

“Some water would be delightful.” He finally settled on, and you looked for a glass small enough for him. The best you could do was a shotglass, but like with everything in your house, was still too big for easy use for him. He must have seen the concern on your face. “That glass will do. I am not as inept as you may think.”

You filled it with water before bringing it and your plates to the coffee table, and coming back to grab Gaster and bringing him over there as well. Placing Gaster’s glencairn next to the plate and shotglass, you sat down on the couch, still too nervous to bother with your burger yet. Gaster glanced up at you, tapping his finger against the glass for a moment before coughing.

“Well? Mind helping me out of this?” He asked, as if it was obvious. Before you could respond he waved a hand with irritation. “Nevermind, I can handle it.” He started pulling himself up out of the glass like how one would get out of the side of a pool. He huffed, resting his upper half of his body over the edge while trying to get his long legs out of the awkwardly shaped cup, and his weight started to unbalance the glass. The glencairn tilted, and by the time you noticed what was happening, the glass hit the table with a loud clang, empty.

You blinked, before you registered emptiness. “Gaster?” You asked, picking up the—thankfully not cracked—glass, and looking around the table.

“Doctor Gaster.” His voice came from the right, and you saw him laying on his stomach on the ground three feet away, rubbing his head. He got to his knees, before looking at you and crossing his arms. “Of all of the containers I’ve been in, that glass had to be the least practically shaped yet.” He commented as you got off the couch and knelt down in front of him.

“Sorry, it was the only fully transparent glass I had. I wanted to make sure I could keep an eye on you…But how did you end up here?” You offered a hand to him, and he hesitated before half-crawling onto your hand and sitting on your palm, his hands grabbing either side of if to stabilize himself.

“Teleportation. I try not to do it too often as it can be quite a strain on my reserves, though this time I panicked. I suppose your ‘Sue’ didn’t tell you about that?” He was fully solid this time, you didn’t sense anything sticking to your hand. Maybe it had something to do with his mood?

“Not at all.” You carefully brought him back up to the coffee table, and rested your hand close to his plate. He got off surprisingly gracefully for someone who has such lanky limbs and just fell out of a glass.

“I suppose that is to be expected. I did not know her for a terribly long amount of time, and she never required me to break the silent act.” He sat on the plate and crossed his legs, grabbing the still-to-big slice of burger.

“Why the act?” you asked, grabbing your own burger and taking a bite. You watched as Gaster struggled to keep the small burger slice together unless he was holding it sideways, and he then continued to eat it like a watermelon. His mouth was still too small to get all the different parts of the burger in a bite, but he didn’t seem like he was going to complain at the moment. He swallowed and cleared his throat.

“Have you ever acted mute before?” He asked, looking at you. You shook your head, continuing to eat your burger. “A strange phenomenon happens when others see you as mute. A good majority of people will believe you are deaf, or dumb, or maybe even both, and treat you as such. If you want to know the true intentions of someone you never met before, just lead them to believe you do not speak, and you will have your answer.” He put down his burger and looked to the shot glass of water. You were going to grab it for him, but suddenly tiny versions of his hands appeared around it. They worked together to grab it and bring it over to him, and he carefully took a drink out of the oversized cup.

“Huh, I suppose that makes sense. Sorry to make you break your act before you wanted to though.” You figured Gaster must like knowing exactly who he’s dealing with, and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable in any way. After all, he would be able to tell Sue how his time here was, and you didn’t want to get a bad review.

He finished drinking, and the hands floated the shot glass back to where it was before vanishing. “It is fine. I got the general idea about you at least. Not sure how long I would have put up with you ‘buddy’ nickname anyway.” He shrugged, going back to his burger.

“If it’s anything to consider, I am enjoying having two-sided conversations with you more than the one-sided ones.” You give him a smile, and he nods.

The rest of the meal went by quickly, you didn’t have a lot to say and he didn’t seem to be the conversation starter type of person, but you were slowly getting more comfortable with the small skeleton. At the end of lunch you brought the dishes over to the sink to clean, and Gaster requested to be in the glencairn once more.

“Are you sure? You said it was awkward…” you asked, wanting to make sure. There was no point in him saying in an uncomfortable glass—he was able to teleport, there was no use trying to keep an eye on him anymore.

“No, I said it was the least practically shaped container I have been in. That being said, it is also one of the more comfortable ones I have sat in yet.” He corrected, looking at the glass with a finger to his chin. “So yes, please assist me.” He held out his arms.

You gently grabbed his sides and picked him up enough to place into the glass, and he quickly knelt down to sit in the glencairn. You watched him for a moment, before attending to the dishes.

“Something on your mind?” He asked, watching your hands. You glanced at him again, seeing he was still solid-bodied.

“Well earlier, you were, well…” You wiggled your fingers vaguely, trying to find the proper way to say “slime” without being offensive, since you didn’t know if it was a touchy subject or not.

“Ah, yes, that. I was very stressed for the past…26 hours, give or take. When given an enclosed space I simply couldn’t keep myself together any more. Normally I do not let others see me in such a state, my apologies.” Gaster looked away, looking embarrassed about it.

“Nah man, don’t apologize. If you need to let it out, let it out. You’ve been through a lot, I’m not gonna blame you if you need time to yourself.” You scrubbed the dishes, trying to act as casual as you could. “If you ever feel like going all gooey, just go ahead, I don’t judge. Besides, I know how it is to lose someone. I personally wanted to sleep for the next week, and I kinda did. It did make me feel better in the end, so do what you need to do.” You stacked the dishes and looked over to Gaster, and saw him looking at you. You couldn’t read his face.

“So…You would not be against me taking this time to rest, instead of socializing with you?” He asked, uncertain.

“Of course not Gas—I mean, Doctor Gaster. I can put you in my room and turn off the lights if you need?”

“That won’t be necessary. My eternal gratitude.” And with that, he melted.

You looked at the black tar that was sitting in the glencairn, and finally allowed yourself to wonder what exactly you got yourself into.

[katychan666]

Hi, this is the same anon that requested the last fanfic. Can I request something more, cuz I really liked what you came up with the last time. If thats okay with you, can I request a fanfic in which Magnus is having a nightmare and Alec is there to calm him down and make it all better? :) Thank you

Sure you can, I have absolutely nothing else to do, so I’m keeping myself busy with writing :D. I’m glad you liked the last fanfic and I’m sorry that it kind of took me a while to get to writing this ^^;.

But here it is, I hope you’re gonna like it~

(Just a little warning though, the nightmare that Magnus has involves a very dark and twisted Alec. It’s only a dream, but just heads up anyways.)

Fire.

Flames.

God, it’s so hot in here. Someone, please helpthem.

Crying, cries for help.

Blood.

Smoke.

He breaths in, struggling to breathe.

Screaming.

There’s so many people, trapped, doomed to thesame fate.

Chaos.

Death.

Death, so much of it.

All caused by the man he loved.

Alec stood there in the middle of the room, whichwas filled with flames and screams of people that were being burnt alive. Thesmile on his face mad, his eyes red and dark with hate and the thirst to kill.Magnus felt a lump at his throat and he shook his head. This wasn’t his Alec,this wasn’t the man that he loved. Magnus froze in fear when Alec slowly turnedhis head, eerie silence suddenly falling between them. All of the screaming hadquieted down, people around them were finally put out of their misery. Magnus’heart ached at that, his eyes burning at the thought how many innocent peoplelost their lives. It was just them and Magnus didn’t know what to do. Thensuddenly, Alec pulled out his Seraph blade and started sprinting towards him.

Magnus barely dodged the attack and he snappedhis fingers, trying to protect himself. He’d never thought that he’d met theday that he’d be using his magic against Alexander, but much to his horror hecouldn’t conjure magic. His stomach made a flop and he panicked when Alecstarted laughing. His laugh was cold and evil, deep and it pierced him rightthrough his soul. Then, the maddened Shadowhunter moved again. Magnus was ableto get rid of the Seraph blade from Alec’s hands, but at what cost.

Alec rammed him into the wall, fingers wrappingaround him neck and Magnus’ eyes widened when Alec started squeezing, gaspingfor air. Alec squeezed and squeezed, Magnus grabbing Alec’s wrists as he triedto free himself. But it didn’t work, Alec was too strong. Those terrible, redeyes found his golden ones and Magnus had to look away, still struggling to getsome air into his lungs. That was it, Alec was going to kill him.

“Stop,” gasped Magnus and a tear rolled downhis face when he saw that Alec enjoyed causing him pain. Instead of stopping,Alec squeezed his throat tighter, ramming him harder against the cold wall andMagnus started kicking and shoving the other away, without any success. “Why?”

“Why?” asked Alec and his voice send shivers upMagnus’ spine. This definitely wasn’t his Alec. This had to be someone else.“Because I hate you. All of you. You deserve to die.”

“But I love-”

“But I don’t. Now you die,” replied Alec andsqueezed harder, his grin widening when something cracked under his fingers.The cracking sound of his own bones being broken was the last thing Magnusheard, before collapsing and blanking out. Then, he found himself in a dark,cold room.

Loneliness.

Despair.

Sadness.

Regret.

Vengeance.

Confusion.

Anger.

Magnus screamed, unable to get any sound out ofhis mouth. He was trapped, trapped only god knows where and he panicked again.He was confused, angry… this wasn’t the reality, it must’ve been a horrible,terrible dream. Alec, would never, ever be like that. Alexander was a loving,loyal person. He wouldn’t turn on him and his own people. He wouldn’t causesuch destruction.

Someone was calling out his name.

‘Magnus?’ said a distant voice, so close toMagnus, but he didn’t know where to place it. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling,it felt like home when he heard it. It warmed his body up and he wanted to hearit more. It made him feel safe in that horrible place, giving him some hopethat he’d once be able to escape it.

There, there was that familiar warmth, so muchof it. Hugging his entire body, someone gently shook his body.

‘Open your eyes. It’s just a dream.’

“Magnus,” then suddenly called out a voice.“Magnus, it’s okay, it’s just a dream. Wake up,” said the same voice, causingMagnus to finally open his eyes. He snapped when he felt someone shaking hisshoulder and he pushed the person away, his heart hammering as he woke up andhe quickly got up into sitting position. The shirt that he was wearing wasstuck to his body from sweating, his hair stuck to his forehead as well, hisbreathing uneven and uncollected as he tried to calm himself down from theterrible dream. He didn’t even know if he could call it a dream, everythingfelt so real; the place where Alec was squeezing him before still hurt andwithout even thinking, his fingers went around his throat.

“Magnus?” then asked Alec and Magnus almostpushed the younger one away. The frightened look in Magnus’ eyes told Alec tostay away, so he just sat there, gently rubbing Magnus’ back, but still kepthis distance.

Alec had never seen Magnus like that. Magnususually didn’t have nightmares, but even if he did, it never got that bad. Thewarlock was crying out his name this time, pleading him to stop whatever he wasdoing in the dreams. Just the thought of hurting his boyfriend in the dreamlandmade Alec’s heart ache and he let out a small sigh when he saw that Magnus’body was shaking in fear.

“It was just a dream, thank god,” mutteredMagnus and hugged his own body, looking up at Alec. Luckily, this time, hedidn’t have those horrible red eyes and his heart warmed up when he saw concernand love in Alec’s eyes. This was his Alec. Oh, thank the gods. Magnus wouldn’tknow what to do with himself if that really happened and-

“What happened in the dream?” asked Alec,concerned to see his boyfriend in that state and he slowly allowed himself toscoot a bit closer to Magnus, who was still shivering and the Shadowhunterchewed on his lower lip, sighing as he thought of something intelligent to say.“You know you can tell me everything, right?” he then went on by saying andMagnus slowly nodded, making Alec feel at ease just a little bit. “The dreamwas about me, wasn’t it?”

Magnus’ head snapped back up, his eyes widewith surprise. “How do you know?” he asked with a small voice.

“You were saying my name in your sleep,” saidAlec and made a short pause. He wore a troubled expression and it was enough tolet Magnus know that his boyfriend knew more than he was saying. Just whatexactly did he say when he was still asleep? “Magnus, did I cause you to havenightmares?” asked the younger one with a small voice and brought his knees upto his chin, wrapping his arms around his legs, resting his chin on top of hisknees. “You sounded like you were in pain and you were constantly pleading meto stop,” he then finished and looked down. Even though it didn’t happen inreality, he still felt horrible. It was a strange thought, but he couldn’t helpit.

“Oh,” said Magnus and his heart felt heavyagain when he saw how worried Alec looked, making a short pause. “Your hunch isright, you were in my dream,” said Magnus after a few moments and his facetwisted in pain as he closed his eyes, those terrible images from his nightmareflashing in front of his eyes. “In the dream, you did horrible things,” startedMagnus and Alec felt how his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach.

“To you?” asked Alec, fearing of the reply thathe was going to get.

“Not only to me,” said Magnus and Alecstraightened himself up. “I don’t know why, but I think something possessed youin the dream. A demon, perhaps,” he said and shrugged. “You caused a lot ofdestruction and ended up turning against your own people. You-you attacked meand…” went on by saying the warlock, the words coming out of his mouth at amuch slower pace. “You wanted to hurt me. You said you hated me and that youwanted to… end my life.”

“By the angel,” said Alec under his breath andfelt sick down to his stomach. No wonder that Magnus was tossing and turning somuch in his sleep. Alec noticed tears in Magnus’ eyes and he bowed his head.Even though it was just a dream, it felt so real. The thought of Alec turningagain him and the rest of the Shadow world scared him and made him feel sodevastated. He wasn’t stupid, the warlock knew that Alec would never do that.But, the dream- “I would never, Magnus, do-”

“I know, I know, Alexander,” muttered Magnusand chewed on his lower lip. “I just,” he then went on by saying. “It felt soreal. And the thought of you hatingme kills me. I-”

“Please, I beg you, forget all of that. I’dnever say that, I love you so much,” said Alec quickly and wrapped his armsaround Magnus, pulling him into a tight hug. They stayed like that for a littlewhile, until Alec felt Magnus relaxing in his arms and he slowly guided himback against the bed, keeping his arms wrapped around his precious warlock,noticing that the smile on Magnus’ lips grew.

“Akucinta kamu,”muttered Magnus softly into Alec’s ear, finally allowing himself to forgetabout those horrible dreams. Alec flushed up to his ears when he heard Magnussay that and even though it was being said in Magnus’ native language, theother had said it enough times by then for Alec to remember what those wordsmeant.

“Feeling better?” asked Alec after a little whileand Magnus nodded, feeling his body growing lighter, his eyes heavy and he letthem close, yawning. His yawn caused Alec to grin and his hold around Magnustightened.

“This feels nice,” said Magnus and nuzzled intoAlec’s chest, exhaling deeply and he smiled when he heard the sound of Alec’sheartbeat. It was slow and relaxed, listening to it made him feel relax as welland he became really tired all of the sudden.

“Let’s go back to sleep,” muttered Alec andMagnus slowly nodded. “And if you’re about to have another dream like that,please smack that idiotic me. Hard. Because he deserves it,” he then addedplayfully, wanting to make Magnus feel at ease and Magnus looked up at him, hisglamour down and he just softly laughed.

“Agreed. I’ll be sure to let him know that he’sa moron as well,” said the older one and chuckled.

With a smile, Alec leaned down to press a kisson top of the warlock’s lips and Magnus just beamed up at him once they parted.“Good night, Magnus,” muttered Alec and kissed Magnus on top of his head.

The comfort of the bed and the heath of Alec’sbody hugging him was making Magnus sleepy again and he just nodded, hummingsilently. “Selamat malam, dear,” breathed Magnus out and Alecfrowned, not understanding the words.

“Hmm?”

“Good night, dear,” muttered Magnus with asmile, yawning one last time, before he wandered off to the land of the dreams,where he was welcomed by much more pleasant dreams. That time he dreamed ofmaking a giant duck come alive with his magic and chasing the Wayland boyaround with it. Needless to say, Magnus slept with a smile on his facethroughout the entire night and Alec was right next to him, keeping him feelsafe.