#rips shirt open to reveal another shirt under it that says I LOVE LOSERS

[chair002]

do u have any more losers by chance…

hi yeah i do actually... i drew these sooo long ago like before s6 started even but i hope you like them anyways anon. ty for the ask im glad there are other people who enjoy them as much as i do... <3

[moonctzeny]

get to you again

pairing: friends to lovers! hendery x fem!reader 

genre: smut, just a tiny teeny bit angsty I guess but with a happy ending, fluff

word count: 3k

warnings: raw sex, creampie, a little corruption kink?

summary:  “You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?”

inspiration: get to you again - mac ayres

tagging the lovely: @markresonates

It had been too long since you last saw Hendery.

You two had met so unexpectedly, both trapped in a small coffee shop a couple years ago, drenched to the bone and trying to find cover from the sudden rainfall.

“I was going to ask you if you were willing to share your umbrella, but I’m guessing you forgot it on the wrong day like me”, he joked, so you decided to share a table instead. After the fourth time he had you clench your stomach in laughter, out of the sheer willingness to make a stranger like you cheer up, you decided to exchange phone numbers, thus starting what would become a beautiful friendship.

It wasn’t easy being an idol. Two promotions in Korea, then a reality show in China, then another comeback. You counted the days, one by one until he’d get to you again. Until you’d finally re-watch his favorite movie with him for the millionth time, just to get to watch him laugh over the same stupid lines.

You weren’t sure when you realized you had fallen for him. Maybe it was last winter, almost exactly a year ago when he handed you your Christmas present. He had driven you on a hill on the outskirts of Seoul, the only place he knew with some privacy from prying eyes, and the breathtaking view of the tiny city lights made the freezing cold worth it. You were both sitting against the hood of his car, admiring the big city that seemed to unravel at your feet when you opened the small velvet box.

It revealed a silver necklace of two wings hanging from a dainty chain, with his initials carved on the back of the charm. As you stared at it long enough to make sure you weren’t making things up, you couldn’t decide which one was more beautiful- the pendant or the stars in Hendery’s eyes as he waited for your reaction.

“It’s symbolic”, he started explaining, a little embarrassed with how much effort he had put into the gift, “I know I’m not around a lot to take care of you, but just know that I’m always there if you need me. Like your guardian angel”.

He sounded so wholesome while saying it, long bangs covering his eyes that bashfully avoided yours. You wanted to lurch forward at him, tackle him onto the dusty road, and thank him by kissing every inch of his face. Hold him under the stars until you were covered with his smell, and the necklace wouldn’t be needed anymore; you could cling onto that memory instead. The urge was so strong that it made your heart physically hurt, knowing that you fell for the one person you shouldn’t have. But the heart wants what it wants, right?

Tonight, it was beating as fast as the rhythm of the blinking Christmas lights decorating your living room. How could it not, with Hendery sitting only a few inches away, sharing a blanket with you? He was a few minutes late due to a last-minute photoshoot, but he arrived at your door bare faced and dressed in his favourite flannel shirt. He was just how you liked him, raw and soft and beautiful.

Unlike what you had predicted, he suggested checking out a new romantic comedy on Netflix. It was one of those that come out every Christmas season, all with the same low budget and cheesy acting that ended with some festive spirit that magically solves every plot hole. Two childhood friends, falling in love with each other, yet the girl thinks that the guy is way out of her league so she does nothing about it. The pure irony convinced you that the universe must be surely playing some sick joke on you, forcing you to look at a Hollywood version of yourself getting a happy ending for the next two hours.

“I don’t understand”, Hendery huffs in frustration, midway into the film by now, “why doesn’t the girl just tell him she likes him? What guy doesn’t want to hear that?”

“Maybe she’s scared of the rejection, or ruining everything-“ you start defending the character with a raised voice, realizing that maybe you’re invested in the movie a little too much, “sometimes there is this line between two people, and it’s comfortable to stay behind it because you don’t want to lose them in case something goes wrong”. You draw an invisible line with your index finger between your bodies, and Hendery focuses his stare on it as if it was real. He looks lost in his thoughts, still frozen in place before shaking his head and murmuring: “I guess you’re right”.

Your comment, his response, the sex scene playing on the screen. It all made you so painfully alert with his presence that your whole body tensed up and your mouth dried up like it was filled with cotton. You both chuckle in the midst of all the steaminess, as the actor fails to drag his former best friend at the edge of the bed by tagging on her ankle.

“What a loser”, Hendery scoffs mockingly at the character’s mistake, and you turn around to give him a side eyed glare.

“Relax, muscle man. Like you would do it better”

He mocks offense by opening his mouth dramatically, and you giggle at the distortion of his face that still somehow managed to look pretty. It was so cute, how he always wanted to look ‘strong’ in the eyes of others, reliable and macho. You didn’t care about any of that, you thought his resolutions were stupid. He was perfect in your eyes.

“Of course I would! I’m strong, look-“

The disaster played out in front of you like a filmstrip. His hands on your ankle, then his own ankle tripping over the blanket on the floor, and finally the feeling of his chest weighing down over your own. With him pressed so close against you, you were sure he must feel the way your heart is thumping, filled with so many emotions that it’s ready to jump out of your body.

The room was cold, but with Hendery’s sudden body heat coating you, you felt like you were on fire. The fleeting thought of you taking off your clothes, to relieve yourself of the suffocating feeling made your cheeks burn even more. Hendery’s neck was exposed just inches in front of you in it’s full glory, and you thought about where those veins on the side of it, visible through his pale skin, ended. You’d gladly kiss along the path they drew, let your teeth leave little violet blossoms on the way, while you’d make mental notes of what kisses made him react the loudest.

It’s his bangs tickling your temples that made you realize that he is still on top of you. You look up into his eyes, expecting a frantic look, maybe a string of apologies leaving his mouth. He was strangely serene, staring at your own lips instead, and for a second you thought he’d finally mercy you and give you what you daydream about every time he comes around. You’d kill for the sight of him with puffy red lips and blown out pupils, messy just for you. You’d kill for the feeling of his tongue against your own.

When he plants a kiss on your right cheek, right over the corner of your mouth, you think it tastes bittersweet. You were still high on the intimacy when he finally apologizes and rips his body away from yours, your crash back down to reality brutal. The movie was still playing on a high volume, yet all you heard was a deafening silence after his trip. You don’t object when he tells you he has to go before you get to see what happens to the couple behind the screen. They were eating you away, all the things you wanted to say to him as you sent him off, so much more than just a ‘drive safe, text me when you get home’.

Those thirty minutes after you close your front door felt like a lifetime. You replayed the accident over and over again in your head, the skin burning where he kissed you. The thoughts of calling him, telling him to turn around and finish what he started, were so loud that you felt like a crazy person.

You certainly thought you went insane when you heard a knock against your door. Peeking through the peephole, you’re surprised to see that, as if you’d unlocked the secret of manifestation, Hendery was standing once again in your hallway.

“Guanheng? Did you forget anything?”

He looked restless and fidgety as he walked back inside your apartment, like he couldn’t wait to let out whatever was on the tip of his tongue. His shoulders were coated in a light layer of snow that had managed to flush his face, and dampen his hair and eyelashes as well.

“No- well- yes, I-“. He stopped himself mid sentence and sighed, and you let him collect his thoughts. He looked serious, the expression foreign on his usually bright features, yet the way he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration made butterflies fly in your stomach. “What did you say about that line between two friends again? When we were watching the movie?”

You blinked back at him in confusion, waiting for him to tell you that he’s joking, he just forgot his charger, and he’ll see you again when his company allows him to. But he doesn’t, so you start to roll the pendant he gifted you between your thumb and index, trying to calm yourself down.

“It keeps two people that are meant to be together apart, but there is too much at stake to cross it”.

You start drawing that invisible line again, the one that separates the miserable comfort of denying your feelings for him and everything you wish you were brave enough to pursue.

He would be brave for the both of you.

Hendery grabs your lifted hand, bringing it on the side of his neck before he crashes his lips against yours. You don’t hesitate in kissing him back, hungry for his lips that taste as sweet as you imagined them to. He hasn’t realized how impossibly close to his body he has brought you, not until his embrace gets so tight that your necklace pokes uncomfortably against his chest.

You suck on his bottom lip and he welcomes you with his tongue, the kiss getting so heated now that you can’t help but tug on his hair to keep you grounded. Shivering from your action, his hands are now sliding from your hips to your waist, following the curves of your body until he reaches the underside of your breasts. You mewl against his lips as his thumbs dig into their softness, discreetly trying to cop a feel through your cotton shirt.

A moan leaves your mouth, lewd and desperate as he swallows it with a kiss, and he rips himself off of you when it seems to reach his stomach. He looks disheveled, as if he woke up from an intense, lucid dream; panting, sweating, staring at you with those big puppy eyes.

“We- we shouldn’t. We are going too fast, right?” You nod in agreement at his question but you’re not really listening. You had your fingertips placed on his moving lips, and he identifies the metallic smell as the remnants of you fidgeting with your jewelry earlier. “I should take you to dinner first, to that one place you like so much”. Losing interest in what he is saying, the words being too distant and grey when he stood so deliciously in front of you, you mindlessly start to unbutton his shirt, fascinated with that mole over his collarbone and wanting to see more.

The fire your fingers spread against his skin, in the midst of the chilliness of your living room has him groaning under his breath, with a voice as low and sexy as in his good morning calls. You can practically see him throw all his inhibitions out the window when he kisses you again, pushing you with his body until your back finds the nearest wall. Hendery’s hands are far from gentle now, leaving bruises behind all the soft spots he kneads with his fingers.

“I want you”, you confess with a whisper as you rid him off his flannel for good, and you can’t stop yourself from tracing all the lines of his toned abdomen. You can feel his heart thumping loudly in his chest, its fast rhythm matching yours. You grab his hand to lead him to the carpet next to the Christmas tree that is blinking along with the lights that adorn it- you’re too impatient in your arousal to take him to your bedroom and he doesn’t protest.

Hendery lays you on your back, finding his place between your legs as you wrap them around his waist to bring him closer. You remove your hoodie and the sports bra you had on, his lips immediately latching onto one of your nipples. He circles his tongue around the bud, licking and sucking on it interchangeably until you’re a begging mess underneath him.

Tugging on the elastic band of his sweats, you urge him to get naked for you completely, and he removes the extra garments with a strong pull. His sex bouces out of its cotton constraint, red and throbbing and aching for you. It makes the heat that’s pooling on your lower stomach spread even further, and you wiggle your hips to remove your sweatpants as well.

There’s something about the frilly pink panties you’re wearing- the innocent design on your shapely body that ignites a carnal instinct in him. He wants to ruin you, mark you, make you his. The sound of fabric getting ripped has your eyes bulge out in shock. You’ve never seen Hendery so determined.

He falls on top of you again, leaving urgent kisses on your jawline as he rubs his hard member against your heat. It’s driving you insane, how he’s so close to where you want him but not quite there yet, and you tug his hair again to make him look at you.

“I wanna feel you raw”

And raw was how he’d give it to you. You feel his warm hand over your stomach, keeping you in place as he aligns himself with your entrance, and the pressure his tip’s already feeling has him cursing out.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this”

He dips himself slowly into your pussy, careful not to stretch you uncomfortably much. His worried eyes are glued to your wide ones, reading your expressions to ensure they’re those of pleasure. And indeed they are, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he bottoms out fully, a symphony of both your moans filling the room.

He starts out with a steady rhythm, your pussy adjusting to his size with every calculated thrust. You’re getting drunk with the intimacy, with his smell that sticks to your skin and the sweet nothings he whispers in your ear. You feel addicted to it already, to the feeling of having him be a part of you, and as his growing desperation has him picking up his pace, yours makes you wish you could live in that moment forever.

“I don’t think I’ll last much longer”

”Neither do I”

He can tell how close you are, your heaving chest and guttural sounds giving you away. His cold fingers find your clit then, rubbing your sensitivity in messy circles and pumping more blood to the area.

“Yes, baby. Let go for me”

Little stars of various colors dance around in your vision, framing the sight of Hendery fucking into you so beautifully. You enjoy the hypersensitivity that the continuing motion of his hips gives you, locking your legs around his waist as his thrusts turn sloppy.

“Come inside me”

Just those simple words, slipping out of your pretty mouth are enough to send him over the edge, grunting as he paints your walls in ropes of white. You feel him twitching inside you for a good while, your belly bulging in fullness. It drips out of you slowly when he finally gets off of you, his hands spreading your thighs apart so that he can admire his creation.

He chuckles in disbelief of what you two just did, removing a piece of fake snow that somehow landed on your hair. You can only admire the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down, all the little curves and shadows on his neck, his smile that gives you tunnel vision.

“All this time…”, he whispers softly, “you liked me too?”

You silently winced at the naiveness of his words, knowing damn well your feelings ran way deeper than a simple attraction. Nodding affirmatively, you avoid looking at his eyes by pretending to play with his fingers. You can’t let him see the way they have glossed up, yet the numbing feeling of disappointment is getting hard to ignore.

He doesn’t let you distance yourself from him further, lifting your chin up so you can make eye contact with him again. To your surprise, he looks way more nervous than you, subconsciously nibbling on his lower lip. He takes a deep breath, mustering up some courage before verbally letting his thoughts out of his chest.

“What if I told you I am in love with you?”

You were shocked at the confession, so much so that this reality seemed like a figment of your subconscious mind. You expected to wake up at any moment, to find yourself asleep on your couch, two feet away from him and still stuck in the sucky friendzone. But that moment never came, no matter how long you held your breath to trigger your awakening, and you let it go with a sigh and a blurb of your own thoughts.

“I’d ask you to be mine”

[marvelismadnessmademagnificent]

Venomous

Venom Eddie Brock smut

⚠️smut/ mention of attempted rape/ burglary/ cursing/ angry sex⚠️

It was night time in manhattan, NY, and you were going about your usual rounds at the bar you worked at. You had 30 minutes until your shift was over. You couldn't wait.

It was a slow Friday night, not too many customers, just a few stragglers here and there. You were cleaning a glass as a man around his mid 30's walked in and sat on your bar stool.

"What can I get ya? Will it be a red? Or a Mary for ya tonight?" You asked sweetly.

"No I'll just have a beer." Said the man sounding extremely gruff.

"Alrighty then. Anything else?"

"Yeah." He nodded

"What'll it be sir?" You asked.

"I'll take a bit of bourbon too."

"Comin right up." You said setting his beer in front of him. "So don't mind my asking. But what's got you in the dumps buddy?"

"I'm don't wanna talk about it."

"Come on bud, talking about it always helps."

He stayed quiet drinking his beer.

"Come on man..." you said once more.

"I SAID I DONT WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!" He raised his voice, also sounding like another had joined him.

What little bit of people were in the joint, looked at him for a minute and three went back to their drinks and conversations.

"Look if I wanted to talk about it, I would have gone to a therapist not a fucking bar." He said lowly.

"Alright man, I get it. But seriously a bit of advice... drinking your sorrows or anger away isn't the answer. And hey I just want what's best for my customers." You sighed in resignation.

"Yeah right!" He laughed.

"If I didn't why would I be telling you that alcohol isn't the answer? Look around bud! This is where I work, where I get the cash, this is where I earn a living. I'm warning you away from all this. That's less money for me! So get your head out of your ass and start thinking about the long term affects of shit!" You raised your voice, slamming a glass down after you dried it off.

"Whatever! I'm outta here!" He slammed his credit card on the counter. I rung him up and handed his card back. He snatched it from my hand. And took his beers and walk out the door not even bothering to get his receipt.

Everyone in the bar was looking at you again. You just shook your head and yelled, " what are you all lookin at?! Get back to what you were doin!"

At 11:00 pm the shift was finally over. You changed out of your work uniform and back into your regular clothes. You were walking on your way home when you suddenly felt a jerk come from your purse.

"What the hell!" You swiftly turn around to come face to face with a drunken man with blonde hair and brown eyes.

"Give me the purse lady!"

"No fucking way loser!" You stomped his foot. "Get a job like the rest of us!"

He overpowered you, no longer focusing on the purse but he was now grabbing at your skirt.

"Get away from me!" You yelled as he ripped your skirt.

"Not happening bitch!" He said moving to fully remove your skirt.

You screamed in fear. Never had this happened before on your way home.

-??? POV-

We heard a scream from across the city. We were planning on getting drunk off our asses tonight but nooooo! We had to save a petulant little human.

Remind me why we have to save these humans again Eddie?!

Because we are the good guys Venom! We save people! We don't kill them!

We only eat the bad ones right?

Right.

As usual we got there a little late the girls skirt was already torn and the guy had a knife to her neck and seemed to be getting himself off to her discomfort.

She squealed trying to get away from him.

"One more sound pretty and you won't be alive to feel me fucking you." Said the man.

We growled at the thought of the man raping and hurting the beautiful bartender who had served us earlier tonight. We like a feisty woman and she was no exception. I had accepted the fact that maybe she actually did care about her customers but Venom was in the back of my mind saying, what are you doing Eddie! She's lying! What kind of human is so good like that?

And somehow I found myself agreeing with him. No woman could ever have been so perfect in my eyes except maybe my ex fiancé but that doesn't matter now. Venom growled and we pounced tearing the man from her. We threw him against the wall of a back alley building. He groaned as he tried to get up. We pulled him back into our grasp as we held him against the wall.

"What the hell are you!" The man gasped.

"We are Venom!" We said together.

We looked to the the lady and made him face her. "What do you want us to do to him?"

She just looked at us in awe. I have to say her gaze was making me hungry. And not the stomach growling kind.

And unfortunately every time Venom takes over my body the alcohol fades and I end up being sober before I even get a chance to get drunk off my ass.

But hell if I could save her from this motherfucker every time I would damn sure maker get my new addiction.

"I...I don't... I don't know..." she said her eyes not leaving ours.

We were at odds. Kill him! We should kill him. Tear him limb from limb and then gauge his eyes out and stick them up his ass. Or! Or! We cut off his dick and feed it to him or shove it up his ass!

Where do you even get these ideas Venom?

Meh watching stuff here and there...

How about something less gory and visual...

Fine... pussy.

I'm not a pussy I'm just doing the right thing plus we don't want to terrify the woman!!!

Fine. Fine. Let's just eat the guy already!

"What do you want us to do with HIM?!" We said together.

The man looked her in the eyes. "Please! Please don't kill me! I.. I have kids!" He lied.

"Let the cops have him..." she said looking away from the man.

"You're lucky your fate was in HER hands!" We released him and had her call the police. Not even five minutes later did we hear sirens. Venom receded back into me. Revealing myself to the woman. She gasped. I held the guy in a choke hold until the cops retrieved him from my arms. I hid her body behind me so the cops wouldn't see her in her panties. I turned my back to the authorities and took off my jacket and wrapped it around her. I zipped it up and it looked more like a nightgown on her than anything. So she was covered as much as she could be from prying eyes. I mean yeah they were cops but they were still men.

The cops asked her what happened and I prayed to whatever God is out there, that she wouldn't tell them about Venom.

She's not going to tell them about us.

How do you know Venom?!

She knew we saved her and we didn't hurt her like we could have. She owes us. Plus I can still hear her heartbeat. She's attracted to us.

Whatever you say bud.

She walked over to us as the cops took the scumbag away.

"Uh are you Uh umm alright? I uh sorry if I... We scared you. Please don't tell-" I started my stutter making itself apparent.

"Shut up." She said pulling on my neck collar of my shirt and she smashed her lips against mine.

                    -Your POV-

I don't know how my attraction for him overthrew my self control but I smashed my lips to his. He groaned as I bit his lip. I took the kids to the next level and I fought with him for dominance. But I let him win. We pulled apart for air and gasped.

"My... my name is (Y/n)..." I gasped out.

"I'm.... Eddie. My name's Eddie." He said claiming my lips once more. He held me tight against him and I felt him harden against my abdomen. I moaned into the kiss and forced myself away.

"Not... not here... my place just down the block... house 382." I said kissing him again.

"House 382..." he kissed me once more, "Here we come." He said as he picked me up bridal style.

*10 minutes later-Eddie's POV*

She unlocked her apartment door and we were kissing our way into her apartment. She started tugging at my shirt and I threw it over my head. We found ourselves at a staircase and I picked her up bridal style once more. I put her back in her feet. She tugged my hand beckoning me to follow her. She opened a door and led me into what seemed to be the master bedroom. She crawled on the bed facing me on her knees as her hands unzipped my jacket from around her. I lunges for her kissing her sweet lips and I began unbuttoning her shirt.

                      -your POV-

"Please..." you gasped out.

"Are... are you sure? I don't want to scare you off."

"Trust me if that... umm Venom couldn't scare me off I don't think you will." You said hastily wanting him to get out of those pants.

"If Your sure babygirl." He said claiming your lips once more as his hands moved to caress your breast. Moving his thumb under the fabric of your bra, he flicked your nipple and tweaked it. You mewled and arched your chest closer to him.

He removed his hand and went to unclad your bra. As he did so your red lace bra came undone and he threw it across the room not caring where it landed. His eyes met your briefly before taking you in. You could hear his sharp intake of breath as he looked at you.

"Your beautiful... God (Y/n)." He said as he lowered his mouth onto yours peppering kisses from your lips to your neck, collar bone, chest, breast, all the way until his mouth latched onto your nipple. Taking your bud into his mouth as he began to nip lightly at your skin. Then he flicked his tongue over it. He sucked your bud as if he were a thirsty new born babe. You moaned as he nipped your bud and sucked leaving would be love bites as he went to your other breast. Giving it the same treatment until you were a moaning mess underneath him.

"God damn it (Y/n)! Your making me want to lose control!" He growled kissing you as he began unbuckling his belt and trying to free himself of his pants. You got tired of him fumbling with his pants and you got up onto your knees once more and took your hands and roughly pulled his pants down.

He groaned at the friction. "Damn it woman!" He said claiming your lips in a blazing passion that set your insides on fire.

He peppered kisses down from you jawline all the way to your abdomen. His finger circled around the slit of your panties as he slowly pulled them down. He groaned at the wetness pooling at your core. The slight friction from those actions alone made your hip arch trying to get his hand closer to where you needed him.

"Patience baby patience." He mumbled as he lined his face with your entrance. You could feel his breath against you and if you hadn't had waterfalls down there before you sure as hell did now.

"Please!" You cried out not wanting to wait anymore.

At your sudden outburst he licked at stripe up and down your slickness. Then he gave kitten licks as he tasted you. He then lightly nibbled your nub. You arched your back crying out at the sudden pain and pleasure being racked through your body.

You needed him so badly and yet here he was teasing you. You felt like you were on the brink of madness.

"Please Eddie!" You moaned as he moved his tongue faster than before, adding a finger into your core. Then one more turned into two more until you were about to have the biggest orgasm of your life. As soon as he felt you about to reach your high, he withdrew from you. You whimpered in protest as he did so.

He chuckled as he tugged his boxers off. You gulped as you saw his size.

He saw your reaction and smirked.

"I think your ready for me, don't you babygirl?" He asked you.

You nodded eagerly as you so badly needed your release. The sweet release that he had so bitterly refused you. He kissed you with that same fire that had. Started it all. You could feel the heat build up once more to such an Insufferable rate you whined trying to get closer to his bulging cock.

He chuckled into the kiss as soon as you readied yourself to buck into him once more he had already placed himself at your entrance. He entered you in one swift motion causing pain like you've never known before to ripple throughout your body. It didn't help the fact that you had literally bucked into him as he was entering you. He had wanted to go slow and gentle whilst entering but you were impatient and incredibly greedy for his touch. He groaned in your mouth as he felt himself hit your core in that single thrust. He eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt his member throb inside of you wanting- no needing to move. But he waited for you to tell him when he could move so as not to hurt you.

A moment passed and you moaned as pleasure started coursing through you as the pain dissipated. You rolled your into his. He took that as his cue to move. And boy did he. He started off gently drawing out your moans and pants as much as he could until he, himself was needing you as much as you needed him.

You were about to cum when he growled in your ear as his bit your earlobe. "Don't cum until I say so..."

Gone was the gentleman who had carried you bridal style into your home. Before you now was a incredibly sexy beast of a man ready to take you, mark you, and claim you as his. And his alone. He began pumping in and out of you at an unbelievably fast pace. Animalistic growls could be heard from him as your moans only grew louder and louder.

"That's right baby that's right (Y/n). Let the whole neighborhood hear you!" He growled in your ear. He rubbed his thumb over your clit as he began hitting your core nonstop. Tears had built up in your eyes and were threatening to spill. The pleasure was beginning to be too much to bare as you held back your building orgasm. You knew you couldn't hold it much longer and he knew it too.

His eyes were starting to droop as he felt your walls tightening around his member and at that he also felt himself getting ready to cum. "Oh shit, oh God! Fuck (Y/n)!" He said pushing through the clenching of your walls. You cried out as pain and pleasure mixed together once again.

"Fuck! (Y/n) cum with me! Cum with me babygirl!" He groaned out loudly as he was about to spill his seed into you.

"Aaaaahhh I'm... I'm coming!" You said as your extremely powerful orgasm overcame you. Your previous unspilled orgasm along with the one that had been building up was finally released as he too hit his climax.

He fell to the side so as not to crush you with his weight. Panting he tucked your hair behind your ears. And whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you fell asleep. But before you passed out completely, you heard him say, "God I think I'm in love. Feisty, loyal, and absolutely beautiful, yep I'm done for..." he chuckled as you passed out snug into his chest with your arms wrapped around him.

So that's that folks another one done. I think I might have over did it and I might have to think of a lot more cuz... well... damn! That was pretty intense in my opinion. But hey if you guys have any ideas, feel free to put them in the comment section below or otherwise. I will certainly look at them and take them into consideration! And if I don't know enough about it, well I will research it. So I got you!💯🔒

Author out!🤟✌️✍️📝

[duker42]

Part 1...Can you do another au where levi and the reader have been friends since they were kids and Levi's always had a thing for her but didnt think she saw him that way. (He always hated her bfs and she hated his bfs because she liked him too) They end up going to the same college and are still close and roommates. The reader meets hanji who basically forces her & levi to one day to go out and drink after the reader breaks up with her bf (which honestly didnt bother her much but ya know hanji)

*****WARNING*****NSFW

💜Just Friends💜

He heard her talking in her bedroom, Y/N was trying to convince Hanji that she didn’t need to drink her sorrows away because she wasn’t that upset that she had broken up with her boyfriend. Good, that loser wasn’t good enough for her in the first place.

Levi scoffed, none of the assholes she dated was good enough for her. Of course he was completely biased, because he wanted her himself. But he always had, every since the the fifth grade and he realized those differences in boys and girls would make interesting things happen.

He had grown up with Y/N, watched her grown from the gap-toothed little tomboy that used to ride bike and rough house. As they had gotten older, she had transformed in to a hot ass tomboy. Her style a little rockstar themed but relaxed. She was definitely a converse sneakers with jeans ripped to shreds and a band t-shirt type.

College hadn’t changed that. He should know he was her roommate. They had decided to share an apartment when they had both been accepted to the same schools. The only downside of that was knowing when she was fucking her loser boyfriends in the other room. Although she hadn’t been the most polite to his girlfriends the next morning, he had shrugged it off as them being too loud.

Her door opened and Hanji walked out first. “Shorty! You’re here! You can come drinking with us. I told Y/N this is just what she needs after heartbreak.”

“Hanji, I told you I’m not heartbroken. I broke up with him.” Y/N came out of her bedroom and Levi’s eyebrows shot up into his hair.

She looked fucking hot. Like bend her over the nearest table hot. Heeled boots and black fishnet stockings cover her legs. Black tiny shorts that barely cover her and a white corset top that made her rack look huge all covered by a red flannel shirt. It was erotic and fun looking. Set off by the million bangles on her arms and her sexy makeup, Levi felt himself get hard as he sat on the couch.

“Soo....You going, Shorty?” Hanji gave him a knowing grin behind Y/N’s back.

“Shut up Shitty-Glasses. Of course I am. I have to make sure you don’t kill her from alcohol poisoning.” Levi muttered as he got up to go get ready.

~~~~~

He watched her over the rim of his drink. She had been tipping back the drinks since they had gotten there. Not that he had been much better.

As the liquor flowed, he felt himself relax, unable to resist tucking her hair behind her ear or leaning against her as he brought her another round. Hanji had been calculating, pissing him off. The next words out of her mouth really fucking enraged him.

“You should totally find someone for a rebound fuck!” Hanji cried, starting to assess the eligible meat in the club.

“Shut the fuck up, Shitty-Glasses. I don’t want some random guy in our apartment.” Levi growled as he scowled into his drink.

He tipped it back and finished it before heading back to the bar for another round. He brought her the drink, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You look really fucking good tonight.”

Y/N blushed just as a random guy came up to her. ”Hey sexy, you want to dance?”

She looked at Levi before looking at the taller man that had come to ask her to dance. Before she could answer, Levi pipped up. “She taken, asshole.”

The guy back off as Levi shook up and grabbed Y/N’s hand. He didn’t give her a chance to say goodbye to the crazy nut that had dragged them out, but he saw the girl wave enthusiastically as they made their way to the exit.

He didn’t talk as they walked the block back to their apartment, was afraid to lose the bravery the liquor had given him. When they got back to the apartment, he closed the door before pushing her up against it.

Her squeak of surprise was covered by his mouth as he dove in to taste her. Y/N’s moan letting his tongue slip inside her mouth. The taste of her drinks mixing with his. The intoxicating scent of liquor as they mapped each other’s mouths.

He pushed his leg in between hers, spreading them wider so he could push his hard length against her core. He had wanted this for so fucking long. Had imagined how it would be so many nights while she was in the other room.

He pulled away and lifted her, carrying her down the hall to his bedroom. He had imagined her there so many times, now he was going to see how she looked in his bed. When she knelt on the bed and tore off her flannel shirt, her breasts almost spilled out of the corset, causing his mouth to water. He bent down and traced the swells with his tongue as he kicked off his shoes and tore at the fly of his jeans.

He hated to pull away to get undressed, but if he didn’t hurry, he was going to die. She pulled off her heels and went for the button on her shorts when he stopped her. He needed to strip her. Sliding off the tiny shorts to reveal the lack of underwear and just the stockings underneath made his cock jump in desire.

He worked on the corset, undoing a few claps at a a time and sucking on the newly revealed skin. Her hand wandered down to his cock and she started stroking him, urging him to hurry with her hands as her mouth pleaded for more.

By the time he had stripped the corset off of her, her breasts were red from his mouth, her nipples sensitive from the suckling, and her legs were rubbing together, trying to find enough friction for release.

He grinned when he moved a hand over her pussy, she was dripping through the fishnets. He wanted nothing more than to sink into right then, rip a hole large enough to shove himself into her. But he had to taste her first.

He bent down to lick her over the stockings. The open pattern providing the access his tongue craved as her hands threaded through his raven hair. She pushed herself harder against his tongue and he obliged by flicking it against her clit.

A moaned “Levi” was her reward and it almost made him cum. He wanted to play, he could stay there and lick her all day, but right now he needed to feel her around his cock.

He pulled the stockings off of her and lined up at the entrance of her dripping pussy. He paused for a brief moment, wondering if this was all the alcohol they had drank, if this was something she really wanted.

He was pulled away from those thoughts as her legs went around his hips and she pulled him to her, impaling herself on his cock as she moved. He stopped thinking all together as she surrounded him.

It was better than he had ever imagined. Tight, velvety heat around him throbbing with her heartbeat. He started to move, causing them both to groan in satisfaction.

Drunk sex was always the best sex. The smallest movements causing big reactions and inhibitions being tossed aside to leave just a driving urge to fuck each other’s brains out.

He thought of that as he pushed her to her knees, slamming his cock back into her pussy, still sensitive from her last orgasm. He had made her cum twice and he was hoping that she would cum a third time before he came inside her.

He knew she was on birth control, having gone with her to her appointment in case the IUD placement made her sick. He felt his body tighten at the idea of spilling himself in his her without a condom.

His hands were bruising, pulling and pushing at her hips as his cock drove even deeper into her in this position. She was panting, her sensitive body loving every demanding thrust. She loved the way he was fucking her senseless.

He was in heaven. He was normally held back, but she had demanded more, screaming at him to fuck her harder. And he had given her exactly what she wanted. His hips were starting to hurt from slamming against her ass, but his cock was starting to twitch, signaling he was close.

He wanted that third orgasm from her. Demanded it as he moved a hand under her to rub her clit. It only took a few flicks of his finger before she was sobbing out his name, her body jerking back against his as she came around his cock.

He shouted out her name as he followed right behind her. Driving deep to push against her cervix as he poured himself into her.

When they were done, they both collapsed onto the sheets, ready to drift off to sleep. Levi wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.

~~~~~

He saw her hair on his pillow when he opened his eyes. He panicked as he remembered exactly why she was in his bed. What had led to her being naked, and everything sensation of being inside her.

He slipped out and hurried into his bathroom and shut the door. What had he done? He had just ruined his friendship with Y/N. This, he, was a rebound fuck.

Levi closed his eyes as he looked in the reflection of the mirror. He never should have gone out with Y/N and Hanji last night. He should have stayed home and let her bring some guy home and get the need to just fuck someone out of her system.

Now things were going to become awkward between them. They wouldn’t look at each other, and she would stop hanging around the apartment with him. He ran the numbers in his head, there was only 7 months left on their lease. By that time, their friendship would have imploded and she would move out. All because he was thinking with his dick.

For him it was more than that. It was finally getting the girl he wanted for so long. He just didn’t think Y/N had ever thought that way about him.

He turned on the water and stepped into the shower, hoping that would give him some clarity and calm him down. The water heated up and he sat there, under the spray as he thought how to possibly save some portion of his relationship with her.

He didn’t hear the bathroom door open, but he glanced up when the shower curtain moved and Y/N stepped inside the tub with him. His eyes widened, she didn’t look upset, in fact she was appraising his body very territorially.

Her hands started at his waist and slid up his chest to link behind his neck. Was she still drunk?

“Good morning Levi.” She said, pressing her breasts against his chest as she moved in to kiss him.

“Morning.” He closed his eyes as her lips touched his. This was not what he was expecting at all.

“So.....I have to admit. I broke up with John because I was tired of being just friends with you. Hopefully last night meant you feel the same?” Y/N asked as she pulled away.

Levi stared at Y/N, a slow grin starting to ride across his face. “Fuck yes.”

They started to move against each other again, hungry to feel one another, unaware that a certain bespectacled meddling friend had sent them both a text message that simply read, “You’re welcome.”

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Safe flight

 The only words I had spoken to him in a week, and I had not even spoken them. I had ignored every message he sent. Every picture of the ocean, every video of the group sipping cocktails, every goodnight text. All of it had gone unanswered.

 Part of me felt guilty for leaving him hanging, it felt petty and childish. However, part of me wanted him to feel as I had. Fucking confused.

All week I had been tormented by my own brain, rationalising and exaggerating the situation every five minutes with no respite. Work was no distraction, my work so mind-numbing that all my brain was consumed with had been him. Days had been spent inputting details while imagining Harry’s lips on my skin, nights spent wishing my hands were his.

He had consumed all my thoughts and I despised it. Why did I let it bother me so much? Harry and I are friends. Friends who occasionally fool around, sure, but friends none the less. It is not as though I am desperate to get into a relationship with him. I am not sure I even want a relationship at all right now, the one major boyfriend I had made sure to leave his mark in my life. How could I ever want to get into a situation like that again?

 No. Harry and I are friends and that is that. That cannot be why I am so bothered by seeming pictures of him with another girl. I mean, sure, having him kiss me before I left was… unprecedented. It was new and different and a little bit exciting, but that does not mean I want to be with him. He surely does not want to be with me either. Harry had been romantic, practically dedicating a song for us, but Harry is romantic. It is the reason so many people adore him, he has a heart of gold and a beautiful soul.

 Finally, my brain had come to the realisation that I had let myself get swept up by the excitement of it all. The sneaking around felt charming. The idea of loving under the sun was alluring, no doubt about it, but the sun has gone. This aspect of our relationship is needs-based, nothing more. No need to read into his actions anymore.

 Just landed. Can’t wait to see you, alright if I come round? x

 My throat tightens at the idea, but I agree anyway. This relationship is driven by need and I do need him. Having such a concentrated taste of him and then having him ripped away feels too cruel. There is no way I could deprive myself of him now.

 When he finally arrives, it is late in the night, so he knocks quietly, but I hear him loud and clear, having been doing nothing but sit on my sofa, sipping at a glass of wine for courage. I hold my breath as I open the front door, my hand shaking nervously as I look up at him.

 “Hi,” Harry says softly.

 I exhale quickly at the sight on my doorstep. Harry is still dressed for warmer weather, a light and billowy floral shirt partially unbuttoned to reveal a peak of chest hair. He is golden. In just one extra week he has bronzed beautifully, his smile looking even brighter as he looks to me.

 “Can I come in? Bit cold,” he says with a shaky laugh.

 “Oh,” I say with a shake of my head to bring me back to Earth. I step aside for him to walk inside, closing the door behind him and watch as he walks into the living room. “Wine?” I call after him.

 “I’m good, thanks, clear head and all that,” he says as I follow him to the sofa.

 I sit down at the other end and top up my glass until wine almost spills over the brim. Harry’s eyebrows knit together as he watches me.

 “Long week,” I explain with a wave of my hand, hoping he will avoid asking for details.

 “Yeah, noticed you were a bit absent,” he says gently but the guilt still pangs in my chest.

 “Uh, yeah, you know work… and didn’t want to interrupt you guys’ fun,” I mumble, desperately making up excuses I should have practiced before he got here.

 “Oh,” he replies, and his face softens, “That why you’ve been kind of weird?”

 My body tenses instinctively at his words, part of me wanting to explain that I have been ‘weird’ since he kissed me and then most likely shagged another girl hours after I left. But I hold back.

 “Yeah,” I mutter, “Hope you all had a good time though,”

 “Wasn’t the same without you,” he says and I almost scoff.

 Quickly reminding myself of the newly formed line between my emotions and my libido, I take a gulp of my wine before setting it down.

 “I’m glad you came round actually,” I say, and he smiles brightly.

 “Oh, yeah?”

 “Yeah, my vibrator kind of quit on me last night,” I laugh.

 “Oh,” Harry says softly, looking down as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt.

 “What? Did you want to come round and show me holiday snaps?” I tease and he looks back up at me with a smile.

 “Not exactly,” he breathes, “You look good, by the way,” he says, eyeing me up and down as he stretches, the long journey evident in the way his shoulders click as he reaches out.

 “Shut up,” I laugh, climbing into his lap until my knees are either side of his hips.

 “Mean it… missed you,” he says gently, his arms coming up, hands softly gliding up and down my bare arms.

 “Hey,” I say softly, lifting his gaze with a finger under the chin. His eyes stow away into mine and I take a deep breath to ensure my voice does not shake when it comes out, “Just fuck me, yeah?”

 His eyes stay on mine as he lets my words sink in. Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, he gives me a slow nod. I nod back and pull my shirt over my head, watching as his eyes trickle over the newly exposed flesh.

 After that we fall into a mess of movements, our bodies going through the motions as we undress and collapse back into each other. The sex is grabby and rushed, almost the antithesis of the last time. This is pure physical need. And afterwards, when I am slumped over Harry’s body, his hands on my hips as we catch our breaths, I do not feel completely satisfied.

 I take a sip from my wine, partially redressed in underwear and a vest. Passing the glass to Harry he takes a drink to finish the glass before pulling me back into him, so that I am sat across his knee.

 “Wanna go to a party tomorrow?” he asks, looking at me hopefully.

 “What party?” I ask, setting the empty glass down on the ground.

 “Thing for the record label, anniversary thing, there’s a dinner and then an afterparty,” he explains, looking down and playing with the fabric of my vest with one hand while the other rests on my bare thigh.

 “Is it fancy?” I ask, my muscles tensing slightly at the thought. A holiday with a small group of people who belong in Harry’s world is one thing, but a concentrated group in one place celebrating the thing they have in common that I will never understand is another thing entirely.

 “Think the dinner is but the party is at a club, probably a little fancy,” he tells me softly, his voice still a little bit hoarse from grunting my name moments ago.

 “Not jeans and a nice top kind of vibe then?” I ask, joking to hide the slight panic the idea stirs up.

 “Probably not,” he smiles as he looks up at me.

 His hair is a mess and exhaustion is clear on his face but he looks relaxed and happy, and it is a beautiful look on him. It is probably the look that makes me nod my head. Or maybe it is because I knew the grin that would occur when I agreed, big and lopsided and so endearing it makes me resent him for being so perfect at times.

 “I’ll dig through my wardrobe then,” I tell him. He smiles brightly and relaxes into the sofa, fatigue overtaking him. “Want to stay here tonight?” I ask, brushing the hair away from his face. Leaning his head into my hand, he closes his eyes and nods slightly.

 “Mm… s’nice,” he mutters at the way my fingers massage lightly against his scalp.

 “Come on, loser,” I say, standing up and grabbing both his hands to pull him from the sofa.

 He complies with no argument as I walk him to my bedroom and get him settled. By the time I come back to bed with two glasses of water he is already fast asleep. With a small smirk, I slide into bed beside him.

  In the morning, I have to sneak out of bed and tiptoe around my flat so as to not wake Harry. Figuring that he could do with some well-deserved rest, I leave him a spare key and a note telling him to text me where to meet him later. When I come home from work, the flat is empty, leaving me an addendum on the scrap of paper I had left him.

 Thanks for letting me sleep in, you’re a godsend. See you tonight, look gorgeous – H x

 Beneath is the address of the club, instructing to meet him there at 9pm. Three hours to get ready. Instantly, my mind begins to panic as I flick through my wardrobe, desperately seeking something befitting the occasion. All I want is to blend in, but I have a strong feeling that my budget-friendly attire will not cut it. I wish I knew who else was going so I could tag along rather than show up alone and sticking out like a sore thumb.

 Eventually, I land on black flared jumpsuit, attempting to dress it up with some jewellery, but feeling like a phony. Curling my hair within an inch of it’s life and plastering on enough makeup to somewhat hide me away, I order a taxi.

 Fidgeting through the whole journey, I text Harry to tell him I am on my way and touch up my lipstick repeatedly until I cannot stand the colour red any longer.

 I thank the driver when we arrive and head towards the entrance of the club. The street outside is lined with paparazzi all standing idly, checking their equipment as I walk past and up to the main door.

 “Private party tonight, sweetheart,” the bouncer says, holding his hand up to stop me proceeding any further.

 Trying to ignore the gut punch he just delivered, my attempt to dress up clearly not fooling anyone, I nervously tell him my name and he checks the list in his hand.

 “ID?” he asks. My hand shakes as I give it to him, humiliation eating at me as he looks down at it, then up to me, before exhaling and handing it back to me. He nods his head slightly, silently telling me I have permission to enter. Part of me does not even want to walk inside. Part of me wants to go home and pretend I got ill and could not make it. But I already told Harry I was coming, and not seeing him for a week did feel strange, so I take a deep breath and step into the club.

 The pounding music and flashing lights does little to quell my anxiety. A petite blonde offers me a flute of champagne and I gladly take it, gulping it without caring to notice the shocked look she gives me, mainly distracted by my stupidity at not taking several shots before turning up here.

 My eyes scan through the mass of bodies, urgently trying to spot Harry among them but it is no use. All I see is glamour. Women in tight little dresses dance with men in expensive suits. Harry blends right into a place like this. No doubt, he will be the one to find me. With that miserable thought, I make a wise decision to head to the bar.

 Once the bartender finally notices me, I order two shots of tequila and a double vodka lemonade, greatly appreciating the open bar. I knock back the shots and turn back to the crowd, craning my head to try and find my friend. It soon proves to be like trying to find a beautiful, famous needle in an equally beautiful and famous haystack.

 Watching as the room bounces with energy and intoxicated happiness, I could not feel more out of place. My very existence here feels like a cruel joke. My chest feels as though it is tightening with every thump of the blaring bassline. Deciding I need air, I quickly make a beeline for the smoking area, incredibly grateful that the small outside space is far less crowded, and I can take some deep breaths in semi-privacy.

 Taking time to focus on inhaling, exhaling, counting my breaths, I regain some normalcy, just in time to hear someone call my name. Looking up, I see Will approaching me with a smile plastered across his face which I cannot help but return, grateful to see a familiar face.

 “Thought that was you!” he exclaims happily, wrapping me in a hug.

 “Hi,” I mutter over his shoulder as he squeezes me excitedly.

 “When did you get here?” he asks upon releasing me, the smile not wiping from his face as we catch up.

 “Just now pretty much,” I reply, his presence helping the tightness in my chest.

 I explain to him about meeting up with Harry but not being able to find him, leaving out the humiliation and anxiety being here induced.

 “Oh, there’s a booth tucked away we were all kind of hanging out at,” he tells me, grabbing my hand and leading me back into the club to find our friend. It dawns on me that I should have expected to see Will here, he and Harry worked together regularly during the promo of Harry’s first solo album, the launch party he had a hand in organising being the night we met. Getting along with Will had been effortless, so being guided by him through the sea of heated bodies helped me stay calm. “Look who I found,” he announces as we reach a populated table in the corner of the room.

 Half of the members of the group flick their gaze towards us for a split second before returning to their conversations, however, a few pause, offering small, polite smiles, which I bashfully return. I notice Harry around the same time that he notices me. He is mid-conversation with a woman in her mid-20s, brunette, slim, beautiful, absolutely his type if his record is anything to go on. She is smiling brightly at him as he speaks, gesticulating wildly until he spots me a few feet away. For a moment, I think his eyes fix to mine and Will’s interlaced hands, but I blink at his gaze has shifted. He utters something to the woman he is speaking to before standing up to come and greet me. The brunette smiles gently to me, clearly not threatened by my sudden presence.

 “You’re here!” Harry grins, pulling me into a hug and swaying us side to side. “You look amazing,” he says, releasing me and grinning down at me.

 “Doesn’t she just?” Will speaks with a charming smile that spreads up to his eyes and makes them crinkle around the edges.

 Grateful for the soft lighting, I feel heat rise to my cheeks. Harry looks between us for a moment, slightly puzzled before grabbing my hand and pulling me to sit with the group. Will offers to get more drinks to replace the one I had failed to notice I had been sipping nervously.

 Sat amongst Harry’s work colleagues and peers I instantly feel like an outsider again. Sitting in on conversations I do not fully understand, all I can do is offer polite smiles and nod my head where appropriate. Harry’s eyes drift to me every so often, checking in on me and offering me a sympathetic look, understanding my awkwardness. In the same way, I offer him a look and small nod, understanding that this is what tonight is all about and he should enjoy himself. Still, he looks to me regularly.

 When Will arrives back with the drinks, he sits beside me and chuckles, “You’re hating this,” he observes.

 “Not really my scene… hard not to stand out,” I admit, brushing over some deep-rooted insecurities in a more socially acceptable way.

 “Since when was standing out a bad thing?” he asks with a reassuring smile, determined to elicit one from me. “Wanna dance?”

 I look down to the ocean of bodies filling the room, moving freely and happily, I cannot deny the desire to feel the way they do. I nod and motion to Harry where we are going, to which he nods and smiles quickly.

 Will and I make our way to the edge of the dancefloor, hips and shoulders starting to move along with the music.

 “You’ve got to relax!” Will laughs loudly, having to raise his voice so I can hear him above the music. Not noticing how tense I must seem, I watch him as he dramatically shakes out his arms and legs, earning a deep laugh from me. At least we both stick out; I think to myself.

 Deciding that if I am here, I might as well have fun, I join Will in his mad dance moves, laughing along every time he almost bumps into someone or spills his drink. We move along to the beat, sometimes moving offbeat too, dancing happily and excitedly as our favourite songs play loudly, remixed until the whole room seems to bounce along to the bassline. I realise the DJ is playing remixed versions of the artists belonging to the record label and smirk at the attempts to merge soulful ballads with dirty beats. I cannot help but laugh aloud when an Only Angel remix starts playing. Immediately, I look to Harry to beckon him to us. His eyes are already on me when I find him through the crowd and call him over. A smirk spreads across his lips and he makes his way towards us, the rest of the room noticing his movements and smiling at him as he comes to join them and celebrate his music.

 When he reaches us, cheering that he came to join, he dances alongside us, grooving to his own beat and singing along as the room suddenly shifts. The atmosphere changes and it feels as though we are at one of Harry’s shows, witnessing him entice the population with one swing of his hips.

 As the song continues, Harry refuses to break eye contact with me, making me laugh as he grabs my arms and puts them around his shoulders, crouching to dance with me so our legs are slotted between one another. Laughing at his antics, I play along and groove with him as he leans in to set his mouth beside my ear.

 “Haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you,” he says lowly, his hands moving to hold my hips. To the average bystander, he is simply guiding me so that our bodies move in sync. No one would notice the way his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my curves, just enough pressure to understand.

 Drawing my head back to look him in the eye, I see that mischievous glint and have an inkling we will not be staying much longer.

 “She’s an angel,” I continue to sing along, pretending not to be affected by the way his body moves against mine or the way his breath hits my skin and spreads chills across it.

 “My only angel,” he says with a smirk, a darkness spreading across his features as the song shifts suddenly, “Let’s get out of here,”.

 It is not a question, but I nod anyway, following his lead as we say goodbye to Will and then the group at the booth. Harry takes my hand in his and leads me to the back of the club, mentioning that everyone had been leaving this way to avoid getting papped while paralytic.

 Once outside, Harry makes a call for a driver to come and pick us up.

 “You cold?” he asks me as we wait, gesturing to his suit jacket.

 “I’m good,” I say truthfully, enjoying the shocking drop in temperature that the evening air provides. “Was getting a bit heated in there,” I tease.

 Harry smirks and steps in front of me, “Something that I blame you for wholeheartedly,”. A hand reaches up to hold the side of my neck, his fingers stretching over my jaw, eyes dropping to my lips, “Red suits you.”

 “Think it would suit you too… Could look pretty on your neck,” I say, dragging my nails gently across him, “Your chest… Stomach…” my hand follows, “Right here,” my hand settles lightly over his groin, enjoying the way his breathe hitches in his throat.

 “Yeah?” he asks, his voice low and quiet. His eyes widen, shining brightly as he watches me, studying my face, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. I watch his Adam’s apple bob slowly, a smirk tugging at my lips at his reaction.

 “Mm,” I hum with a nod, relishing the way his body seems to weaken and melt under my touch, my hand softly palming against him.

 “You’re really cool, have I ever told you that?” he asks with a grin, breaking the tension and stirring a laugh within me.

 “And you’re an idiot,” I chuckle, removing my hand and taking a step back from him.

 “Hey, where d’you think you’re going?” Harry smirks, stepping towards me to close the gap between us. With a soft lick of his lips, he cradles either side of my face in his hands, eyes flitting across my features. “Fancy watching some rubbish telly?”

 “I thought you were too horny to party a minute ago?” I ask incredulously.

 “I kind of am… kind of just want to hang out with my girl,” he smiles at me so warmly that I think I might just melt under him. He looks so sweet; how could I ever deny him?

 Trying to ignore the lump in my throat caused by hearing him speak to me so tenderly, and the use of (hopefully) my new nickname, I nod.

 “I don’t know if this is blurring the lines too much…” Harry utters gently, his face just inches from mine, “But I really like kissing you,”. There is a breathless laugh in his voice which I cannot help but mirror.

 “Yeah,” I whisper, our lips almost brushing as I speak.

 Inching even closer, our lips touch lightly, his mouth moving delicately against mine despite however many drinks we may have both consumed tonight. There is something in his kiss that roots itself deep within me, spreading a warm fizz throughout my extremities. His touch is addicting, and it takes a lot of strength to pull myself away from him when a car rolls up beside us.

 “This us?” I ask, fidgeting slightly in the cold night air. Harry nods and opens the car door for me, letting me slip in before closing the door behind himself and telling the driver my address. “Harry?” I ask, trying to pull his focus back to me rather than staring out of the window at the city passing by.

 “Hm?” he hums.

 “Are you seeing anyone?” I ask before I can really think about it, my curious mind taking over my rational one.

 “No,” he says softly, still gazing out of the window, “You?”

 “No,” I reply, my voice equally soft, “Do you ever get lonely?”

 He pauses before turning to look at me and takes my hand in his, “How could I ever feel lonely when I have you, eh?”.

 Try as I might, I cannot avoid the sinking feeling in my stomach. I knew what Harry and I have is just casual, but to hear him say I am basically an alternative to loneliness still stings. I give him a small smile to placate him until he is staring out of the window again. Using rooting around in my bag for my keys as an excuse, I withdraw my hand from his.

 When we arrive at my building, I hear the driver ask if Harry wants him to wait here. I wonder how many times this man has had to sit outside someone’s home, waiting for his boss to finish shagging to be driven home. Harry tells him he can leave and follows me up to my flat.

 “Place is kind of a mess,” I grumble as we enter, slightly embarrassed by the laundry drying in the hallway, my underwear on full display.

 “I remember this,” Harry says with a smirk, lifting the fabric of my red sundress, “That was a good night,”

 “Barely remember it,” I lie, brushing past him to head to my bedroom.

 I pick up some more comfortable clothes to change into, offering Harry some stuff he has left here in the past before heading into the bathroom to change and take my makeup off.

 Stop being weird.

 Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I let out a sigh. How did I get myself here? I look at myself, freshly barefaced, hair scraped into a bun, and plaster a smile across my face.

 Fake it ‘til you make it, girl.

 Giving myself a mental shake, I exit the bathroom and head back to my room, knocking softly.

 “Come in,” Harry laughs, watching as I enter, he adds, “You’ve seen me naked before,”

 “Yeah but that was different,” I admit quietly, climbing into bed beside him, staring straight ahead at my laptop that he has already set up and queued our favourite show.

 “You alright? Seem a bit…” Harry asks, looking at me with kind, concerned eyes.

 “Yeah, just a bit drained,” I say. Not a total lie, nor is it the complete truth.

 “Can always talk to me, angel,” he shares, putting an arm around me and kissing the top of my head.

 “I know,” I reply truthfully, “You’re my best mate, Harry, you know that?”

 “Likewise,” he says, squeezing me into his side.

[xfangheartx]

Red Strings- Chapter 5

(Tagging @inuyashaeienni @cstormsinukagblog @keichanz @sangoslays )

Ch. 5- Regrets and Doubts

Taro growled, matching the aggression that his master was giving off as he glared at Koga, who only returned his glare with one of his own. If looks alone could kill, anyone caught between these two would certainly be six feet under in an instant. Any passersby quickly fled the scene, not wanting to get involved in any way. "Your girl?" Inuyasha repeated. "Are you talking about Kagome?" "Who else do you think I'm talkin' about?" Koga asked. "Your mother?" He then approached Inuyasha until he was just a mere foot away. "Just who the fuck do you think you are? You think I'm gonna let you get away with this, mutt?!" "I highly doubt that Kagome would go out with some mangy wolf like you," said Inuyasha. "Besides, you're a fucking trainwreck with that shit. You couldn't get Ayame to take you back after she caught you sniffing after some other girl's ass!" "Hey, you leave Ayame out of this, all right?!" Koga questioned. "Well, what about you? You didn't really have a good track record yourself when it comes to women...especially after what happened with Kikyo." Inuyasha's eyes went wide and his shoulders tensed while Koga smirked, knowing he had just struck a nerve. "We both know what happened," said Koga. "You didn't save her...did you?" "...Fuck off, Koga," Inuyasha hissed while Taro growled even more. "And now, you're probably gonna fuck things up with Kagome, too," Koga said. "Don't think I don't see it...she looks just like your old girlfriend. That's probably the only reason you decided to hang out with her." "I said 'fuck off'!" Inuyasha barked. "That has nothing to do with it! Now get your ass away from me!" "What are you gonna do if I don't?" Koga asked as he poked Inuyasha in the chest. "You gonna run home to your mommy?" "Don't you touch me," Inuyasha snarled as he pushed the wolf demon's hand away from him, only for Koga to put both hands on his chest and shove him, roughly. "I said DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!!!" With that, he lunged with claws and fangs bared. XXX

Kagome was just about to cross the street to get back to the cafe when she heard a loud crash behind her, causing her to jolt for a moment before she glanced behind her, only to see the red string fluttering about violently...and not long after, she saw Inuyasha get thrown across the ground. "Oh, my god!!" she cried in horror as she ran back to the ramen place. XXX Taro barked as he watched Inuyasha and Koga roll along the asphalt, throwing punches and violently clawing and biting at each other like a pair of feral dogs. There was the sound of tearing fabric as Koga dug his claws into Inuyasha's left side, not deep enough to puncture the flesh, but it did rip his shirt. Inuyasha only responded by biting the wolf demon's wrist, causing him to let out a yelp before he kicked the half-demon off, then lunged at him as he bit into his right shoulder, causing him to scream in pain. "GET OFF!!!" Inuyasha yelled as he punched Koga in the jaw, then lunged for him while digging his claws into his left arm. The wolf demon grunted before he bit Inuyasha again, this time biting at his left ear and pulling on it, causing the half-demon to yelp before he kneed Koga in the gut, which forced him to let go, but then Koga socked him right in the left eye, leaving a large bruise. He wasn't done there, though, for he soon threw his forehead at Inuyasha and bashed his skull against his nose, causing him to stumble back as he held it, and when he pulled his palm away, it was dripping with blood. "Hahaha!" Koga laughed. "You're nothing but bark, mutt...but what do I expect from a half-demon loser?!" Inuyasha growled...the whites of his eyes beginning to turn red and his pupils turning blue. Just as he was about to lunge for the wolf demon, though, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his hood, stopping him right in his tracks. "Whoa!!" Inuyasha grunted as he turned around...only for his eyes to return to their normal color. A young man stood behind, his short, black hair tied in a small ponytail. He had on a dark purple jacket with a white shirt underneath, as well as a pair of black pants and black and white sneakers. "M...Miroku?" Inuyasha asked. "Hey, you stay outta this!" Koga yelled. "This is between me and the mutt!" "Gentlemen, please!" Miroku said as he got in between the two demons. "I understand that sometimes, the best way to resolve a conflict between men is through their fists, but we live in more modern times, now. There's no need to act with such barbarity...especially when a woman is present." "What the fuck are you talking about-" Inuyasha started, only for Miroku to point behind him, which prompted him to turn around and see Kagome, whose eyes were wide while she had her hands over her mouth, which caused the half-demon to gasp. "K...Kagome! I thought you went back to your job!" "Uh-oh..." Koga muttered with dread. Just how long had she been there? "It's getting quite late," Miroku said. "I think we should all just go home before the police get involved." He looked to Inuyasha. "Especially your father...right, Inuyasha?" "...Right," Inuyasha nodded. "And what do you say, Koga?" asked Miroku. "...Fuck this shit," the wolf demon cursed as he turned and walked away. "I'm outta here." He then gave a short glance to Kagome. "...I'm...I'm sorry you had to see that side of me, Kagome." He then kept walking while rubbing his sore jaw. "And as for you, ma'am," Miroku began as he approached Kagome, "are you all right?" "Y...yes," Kagome replied with a shaky voice...which caused Inuyasha's ears to droop while Taro whimpered and nudged his master's hand, which prompted the half-demon to gently pet his head. 'She probably saw me about to transform,' thought Inuyasha. 'It's all my fault...I scared her.' "I think it's best if we all went home," Miroku said. "Oh, I can't!" Kagome cried. "I-I have to get back to my job at the cafe!" "Kagome, was it?" Miroku asked. "Ma'am, after the shock you've had, I think it'd be ill-advised for you to go back to work." "...I...I guess," Kagome said as she hung her head. "My car's nearby," said Miroku. "I'll drop you off at your place, first, then I'll take Inuyasha and Taro home." "Mm-hmm," Kagome nodded. After Miroku brought her to the cafe so she could ask her boss to allow her the rest of the day off, Miroku dropped Kagome off at her apartment complex, where she promptly bid him and Inuyasha goodbye. After that, he proceeded to head to Taisho Manor next. He knocked on the door while Inuyasha held onto him, and the door slid open to reveal Shippo, who gasped in shock upon seeing his adopted older brother's injured state. "Hello, Shippo," Miroku said. "Are your parents home?" "...Mom!" Shippo called. "Inuyasha got in another fight!!" "Don't yell!" Inuyasha yelled. "What happened?!" Izayoi questioned as she entered the living room. "Not to worry, Mrs. Taisho!" Miroku reassured as he brought Inuyasha inside and toward the stairs with Taro following after them. "I'll be helping Inuyasha tend to his injuries. It was a lucky thing I happened to be nearby." "D-do you need any help?" asked Izayoi. "No, Mom!" Inuyasha answered. "We got this, okay?" Soon, the two of them were in Inuyasha's room. The half-demon had his head held back while he held an ice pack to his eye as Miroku checked for anything serious, like any deep gashes or lacerations. Any smalls cuts from Koga had already healed due to Inuyasha's demon blood. The only serious wound he had was the bite to his shoulder, which Miroku was stitching up with sutures. "You really need to learn to control yourself," said Miroku. "Seriously, what would you do if I hadn't stopped you?" "I'd kill that motherfucker," Inuyasha quipped. "I'm serious, Inuyasha," Miroku chided. "You were about to transform right in front of that girl." Inuyasha sighed as he looked away in shame. "...That wolf sure knows how to hit you where it hurts," he said. "...He brought up Kikyo, didn't he?" Miroku asked. "...Don't people think that I feel bad enough?" Inuyasha asked as he pulled the ice pack away from his eye. "God, I am tired of this! I've had enough regrets!" "I understand," Miroku said as he pat Inuyasha's other shoulder. "What happened to Kikyo was terrible...but...Inuyasha, it has been three years, you know." "I know that," Inuyasha acknowledged as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I just...I just wish it didn't happen." "I know," Miroku nodded, his purple eyes not showing pity of any kind. "And now he has the nerve to say that I'm gonna fuck things up with Kagome!" Inuyasha shouted. "That's ridiculous! We just met! I don't even know how I feel about her, yet!" "Speaking of Kagome," Miroku began while wrapping bandages around Inuyasha's shoulder, "is she the girl you stayed the night with, last night?" "...Yes," Inuyasha replied. "That's how I know her. She found me at the bar, took me to her apartment...we didn't do anything, so don't go thinking we did!" Miroku raised his hands in defense (and yet did nothing to hide the smirk on his face). "Anyway," Inuyasha said. "I saw her again, today...we went out for lunch and we talked for a while...and then, after we got out, I smelled Koga and...well...here we are, now." "I see," Miroku said. "If I didn't know better, Inuyasha, I'd say Kagome-" "Looks like Kikyo?" asked Inuyasha. "Yeah, I know. You don't have to remind me and neither does anyone else...that's why I was trying so damn hard to avoid her in the first place." "Because she looks like Kikyo?" Miroku asked. "That's all?" "...I know it's not her fault," Inuyasha said. "But...I just can't help it. Every time I look at her face...all I see is Kikyo...and all that does is remind me that I let her down." "What happened to Kikyo was indeed a tragedy," Miroku began, "but Inuyasha...you can't let it rule your life...and you especially shouldn't let it keep you from finding happiness, again." "...But what can I do?" Inuyasha asked. "I loved her so much..." "I know," Miroku replied, "and she loved you...but she would have wanted you to move on." He then got up from the bed and stretched his arms. "Now, if you'll excuse me...I have to go home and get ready for my date with my sweet Sango." He turned to look at Inuyasha, once more. "You hang in there, okay?" "Yeah," Inuyasha said. "Thanks for your help, Miroku." "It's what I'm here for, my friend," Miroku replied as he walked out, while Inuyasha sighed as he carefully lied down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He then reached into his pocket before he looked at his phone. "...I wonder..." XXX

Kagome sighed as she lied on the couch, flicking on the TV. She didn't really want to watch anything. She just needed to get what happened today off her mind. 'It was such a nice little lunch,' she thought. 'That really went downhill fast.' Suddenly, she heard her phone ringing, causing her to reach over to the coffee table and look at it, only to see Inuyasha's name on the screen. "Hmm?" she hummed before she swiped her finger on the screen, then held it to her ear. "Inuyasha?" "Hey, Kagome. I just thought I'd call and check on you." "Oh, that's so nice of you," Kagome said with a soft smile. "I'm okay, Inuyasha. Thank you. How are you doing?" "Well, my shoulder still hurts, but I'll probably be all better tomorrow. Gotta thank my Dad for something: my body heals faster than most people." Kagome chuckled at that. "So...I was wondering...maybe we can...hang out again? Tomorrow or something?" Kagome's eyes went wide...but then she smiled. "I'd like that...I'd like that, very much." "...I would, too...maybe tomorrow at the park at 1:15?" "Sure. It's a date." "Perfect...see you then." "Yeah, see you soon." Kagome then hung up before she sighed pleasantly. "...That worked out better than I thought," she said.

[wanjeokhaeseo]

loving you = i. 💘

group: day6

memeber: young k

genre: really really angsty to fluff LOL I cannot do sad endings soz

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dedicated to  b r i a n for bias wrecking me on this beautiful day…sorry chicken boi :”) really love his work and his cuteness HAHAHAA i hope you keep it up man <3333 thank you for touching me w your hard work and talent !!

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Younghyun licked his tongue against the two cheeky dents in the inner part of his wet, swelled gums as they started to sear with pain yet again. It was always a habit of his-ever since young, he had been taught by his parents that saliva was the world’s best medicine. With tired footsteps, he gave the small scanner on the fare gate a brief swipe before ghosting through, feeling the weight of the world weigh down on his slumped, fatigued shoulders.

It was a cold morning, the quilt of grey clouds filling the air with beautiful, solemn curves-largely resembling the weather that he had seen in London. Younghyun had always liked stormy weather. It signified a good day to huddle up in his room and write songs, whilst maybe doing some freestyle now and there to move his bones…

Instead of doing all of that which he could only bitterly dream of, he was forced onto this stupid train to go to an even more stupid party.

He closed his eyes briefly, only daring to release just a smidge of his pent up feelings into the air through a pathetic little sigh. Younghyun wasn’t one to wear his feelings on his sleeve, either, unlike the stupid friend, Jae who had invited him to the party.

“Jeez, Brian, go make some friends.” he had declared in his throaty American accent, “I know you don’t like to socialise, but you write all those cheesy love songs in your room without having any damn experience?”

Okay, yeah, the last line was sort of a joke, but it also sort of hurt.

Jae was his only other friend, Dowoon, Sungjin, Wonpil and Terry aside.

Did Younghyun have a choice?

Recalling the incident stirred up an almost laughable, petty anger in a part of Younghyun as he felt his eyebrows arch, wanting to rip apart his leather jacket and neatly striped T-shirt. Socialising was most probably the reason he didn’t have friends. Knowing himself, he’d probably just sit in a corner of the party with snacks and start listening to a mixtape or something.

As the chugging of the train ran against his ear noisily, louder and prominent with each step, subsequently following up with the rushing in of the big, white vehicle and displaying fleeting blurs of businessmen in deep conversation, Younghyun took a long, obnoxious breath to pace himself.

Maybe this party wouldn’t be so bad.

At the very least, it would have food.

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The faint sounds of the old piano tapped onto Younghyun’s senses gently, repeating itself and slowly, weaving into a melody of a lost, foreign cry. He could feel his heart begin to smoothen out as ease washed over his back like a dripping waterfall, dilapidating the building of pent up anxiety in him while his back leaned unceremoniously against the cold subway wall.

Music had always been his best companion. As the track from earlier faded into an electro, yet somehow inconsistent, hesitant EDM, Younghyun imagined the cute, petty problems of a teenage girl, stumbling and shy around her crush. From there on, one big story proceeded to unfold and play in front of his eyes, as he started losing consciousness in the real world and dropping deep into the embrace of the imaginary yet tangible.

While the track escalated to a more lively rhythm then onwards, Younghyun couldn’t help but think-why were people so hard to understand?

The scores scattered across his piano stand, the unfinished tracks still stored away safely on his laptop, the melody still hovering over his head steadily and soothingly…they were there for him, when no one else ever would be.

As soon as the story stacking up like building blocks in his head was about to reach its climax, the half built tragedy was instantly destroyed by the rude cutting in of xylophone sounds.

Younghyun’s eyes shot open a little too vigorously as he answered the phone with another kind of petty fury in his heart. Before he knew it, the beautiful scene of cherry blossom trees swaying softly under the two characters had vanished without a trace, instead bringing back the cold winter air and the cacophony of the chatty adults on the train, complaining about how spoilt the younger generation was.

He could feel his eyes rise to his head as he released another helpless, annoyed sigh from his peeling lips.

The stupid iPhone ringtone was perhaps, the only kind of music he would ever loathe.

“Hello?” he grunted, trying to mask as much of his dissatisfaction as possible as he clutched his hand to his chin.

“Yoooooo, Brian, my man, what’s taking so long?” a hearty scream pierced Younghyun’s poor, dying eardrums amidst his earlier, more gentle monotone, and if it wasn’t for the already irritant stares from the grown ups, he definitely would have shouted back.

“Hmm, I don’t know man, you being annoying and embarrassing me in public?” he hissed, settling for a curt retort as his mouth got as close to the mic as he could.

“Oh come on, you know I’m your best friend.” Younghyun could already visualise the pout forming onto Jae’s lips as his tone dipped at the end slightly, and inside, he snickered instinctively-he knew that Jae was holding back his sarcastic replies for the sole reason of getting him to come to the party.

“Nah, you’re not my best friend, you’re a loser.” he smirked, thoroughly basking in the triumph of having the upper hand over someone who’d always win at sass fights.

Younghyun couldn’t help but laugh as Jae proceeded to say, “I’m done with being nice to you, bigger loser. I heard the announcer lady, you’re here already. See you in 5 minutes, or square up.” Spontaneously, the phone hung up, without bothering to let his last sentence linger slowly in the air-it was just Jae’s kind of humour, quick and satirical, which all his friends would use to either tease each other or fire it back at him.

At the coincidental thought of his friends, Younghyun felt his lips lift slowly as the phone interface vanished to reveal his lockscreen of a selfie his friends had took with him, during that once when he had climbed on top of the fence, fell and smashed his head into the ground while he was drunk.

He loved his friends a lot.

At that thought, a strange hollowness followed up into his heart, and he couldn’t help but sigh again as he dragged his muddy shoes out of the flooring of the subway, into the scary unknown of the public.

The party was a place for social butterflies.

There was no way that anyone else at that place could love someone as uninteresting and unsociable as him.

While he started weaving his way through the crowd waiting to swallow him up, inwardly emotionless and stale without the support of music nor friends-the track that had followed up from his call, was painfully the voice of his own, fighting against the voice in his heart with a stinging irony.

It was a self composed song, I Like You, and right now, Younghyun didn’t like himself much.

i love him sm ;;; to be honest I doubt thats who he is irl bcos he’s such an open and friendly person and he’s also a very annoying and interesting person HAHAHA for the insecure part I wouldn’t know but dang,,,he definitely isn’t unsociable LOL he’s so annoying ngl >:( stan talent stan day6 yalls !!! side note young k really is a very talented and hardworking person, I’m so proud of how far he has gone !!!!

[wannawrite]

loving you = i. 💘

group: day6

memeber: young k 

genre: really really angsty to fluff LOL I cannot do sad endings soz

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

dedicated to  b r i a n for bias wrecking me on this beautiful day...sorry chicken boi :”) really love his work and his cuteness HAHAHAA i hope you keep it up man <3333 thank you for touching me w your hard work and talent !!

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Younghyun licked his tongue against the two cheeky dents in the inner part of his wet, swelled gums as they started to sear with pain yet again. It was always a habit of his-ever since young, he had been taught by his parents that saliva was the world’s best medicine. With tired footsteps, he gave the small scanner on the fare gate a brief swipe before ghosting through, feeling the weight of the world weigh down on his slumped, fatigued shoulders.

It was a cold morning, the quilt of grey clouds filling the air with beautiful, solemn curves-largely resembling the weather that he had seen in London. Younghyun had always liked stormy weather. It signified a good day to huddle up in his room and write songs, whilst maybe doing some freestyle now and there to move his bones...

Instead of doing all of that which he could only bitterly dream of, he was forced onto this stupid train to go to an even more stupid party.

He closed his eyes briefly, only daring to release just a smidge of his pent up feelings into the air through a pathetic little sigh. Younghyun wasn’t one to wear his feelings on his sleeve, either, unlike the stupid friend, Jae who had invited him to the party. 

“Jeez, Brian, go make some friends.” he had declared in his throaty American accent, “I know you don’t like to socialise, but you write all those cheesy love songs in your room without having any damn experience?” 

Okay, yeah, the last line was sort of a joke, but it also sort of hurt. 

Jae was his only other friend, Dowoon, Sungjin, Wonpil and Terry aside. 

Did Younghyun have a choice?

Recalling the incident stirred up an almost laughable, petty anger in a part of Younghyun as he felt his eyebrows arch, wanting to rip apart his leather jacket and neatly striped T-shirt. Socialising was most probably the reason he didn’t have friends. Knowing himself, he’d probably just sit in a corner of the party with snacks and start listening to a mixtape or something. 

As the chugging of the train ran against his ear noisily, louder and prominent with each step, subsequently following up with the rushing in of the big, white vehicle and displaying fleeting blurs of businessmen in deep conversation, Younghyun took a long, obnoxious breath to pace himself.

Maybe this party wouldn't be so bad.

At the very least, it would have food.

____________________________________________

The faint sounds of the old piano tapped onto Younghyun’s senses gently, repeating itself and slowly, weaving into a melody of a lost, foreign cry. He could feel his heart begin to smoothen out as ease washed over his back like a dripping waterfall, dilapidating the building of pent up anxiety in him while his back leaned unceremoniously against the cold subway wall.

Music had always been his best companion. As the track from earlier faded into an electro, yet somehow inconsistent, hesitant EDM, Younghyun imagined the cute, petty problems of a teenage girl, stumbling and shy around her crush. From there on, one big story proceeded to unfold and play in front of his eyes, as he started losing consciousness in the real world and dropping deep into the embrace of the imaginary yet tangible.

While the track escalated to a more lively rhythm then onwards, Younghyun couldn’t help but think-why were people so hard to understand? 

The scores scattered across his piano stand, the unfinished tracks still stored away safely on his laptop, the melody still hovering over his head steadily and soothingly...they were there for him, when no one else ever would be. 

As soon as the story stacking up like building blocks in his head was about to reach its climax, the half built tragedy was instantly destroyed by the rude cutting in of xylophone sounds. 

Younghyun’s eyes shot open a little too vigorously as he answered the phone with another kind of petty fury in his heart. Before he knew it, the beautiful scene of cherry blossom trees swaying softly under the two characters had vanished without a trace, instead bringing back the cold winter air and the cacophony of the chatty adults on the train, complaining about how spoilt the younger generation was.

He could feel his eyes rise to his head as he released another helpless, annoyed sigh from his peeling lips.

The stupid iPhone ringtone was perhaps, the only kind of music he would ever loathe.

“Hello?” he grunted, trying to mask as much of his dissatisfaction as possible as he clutched his hand to his chin.

“Yoooooo, Brian, my man, what’s taking so long?” a hearty scream pierced Younghyun’s poor, dying eardrums amidst his earlier, more gentle monotone, and if it wasn’t for the already irritant stares from the grown ups, he definitely would have shouted back.

“Hmm, I don’t know man, you being annoying and embarrassing me in public?” he hissed, settling for a curt retort as his mouth got as close to the mic as he could.

“Oh come on, you know I’m your best friend.” Younghyun could already visualise the pout forming onto Jae’s lips as his tone dipped at the end slightly, and inside, he snickered instinctively-he knew that Jae was holding back his sarcastic replies for the sole reason of getting him to come to the party. 

“Nah, you’re not my best friend, you’re a loser.” he smirked, thoroughly basking in the triumph of having the upper hand over someone who’d always win at sass fights.

Younghyun couldn’t help but laugh as Jae proceeded to say, “I’m done with being nice to you, bigger loser. I heard the announcer lady, you’re here already. See you in 5 minutes, or square up.” Spontaneously, the phone hung up, without bothering to let his last sentence linger slowly in the air-it was just Jae’s kind of humour, quick and satirical, which all his friends would use to either tease each other or fire it back at him. 

At the coincidental thought of his friends, Younghyun felt his lips lift slowly as the phone interface vanished to reveal his lockscreen of a selfie his friends had took with him, during that once when he had climbed on top of the fence, fell and smashed his head into the ground while he was drunk. 

He loved his friends a lot.

At that thought, a strange hollowness followed up into his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh again as he dragged his muddy shoes out of the flooring of the subway, into the scary unknown of the public.

The party was a place for social butterflies.

There was no way that anyone else at that place could love someone as uninteresting and unsociable as him.

While he started weaving his way through the crowd waiting to swallow him up, inwardly emotionless and stale without the support of music nor friends-the track that had followed up from his call, was painfully the voice of his own, fighting against the voice in his heart with a stinging irony.

It was a self composed song, I Like You, and right now, Younghyun didn’t like himself much.

i love him sm ;;; to be honest I doubt thats who he is irl bcos he's such an open and friendly person and he's also a very annoying and interesting person HAHAHA for the insecure part I wouldn't know but dang,,,he definitely isn't unsociable LOL he's so annoying ngl >:( stan talent stan day6 yalls !!! side note young k really is a very talented and hardworking person, I'm so proud of how far he has gone !!!!

[beepbeeprichiellc]

Part 4 (if you want to) of the Werewolf AU? Totally up to you, but it is pretty fucking awesome dude.

Lol hello only person who likes this. I will do.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The pads of his paws dug into the ground under him as hismuscles pushed him further, expanding and contracting with the palpations ofhis heart. It was the sweet smell that kept him going, the burning in his chestonly more of an incentive. He knew he needed to chase his prey, to hunt himdown and reclaim what was his. He wasn’t Richie, not really, he was something elsealtogether. The moon hung high in the night sky, the fullness mocking hissanity.

He wanted to fight it, to stop what he was doing but stillhe pressed forward on the invisible path laid out for him, the smell of lilacand fear clinging onto everything he touched, exposing where he had been and leadinghim to where he was now. A growl ripped through his throat, his teeth exposedas the dark shadow of his target bolted to his left.

Dirt and leaves were flung as he changed course, making ahard turn to follow. Closer and closer he grew, the delicious scent making hisdrool pool under his tongue. The figure tripped, crashing onto the ground witha loud scream, the noise like bells to his ears. He forced himself to halt aswell, fresh blood now spilling into the breeze. This made it all the better.

“Please.�� A familiar voice cried, the figure scootingbackwards as terror began to seep from his pours. “Please don’t do this.”

Richie snarled, his chest vibrating from the intensity ofhis response. His prey whimpered, still moving in a frantic attempt to getaway. It was pointless, the end was in sight as predator pressed forward on itstarget. The smell was like a drug, making him completely intoxicated. He wantedthis, even though he fought against every nerve in his body, he wanted to kill.

“Richie.” The figured said, his voice cracking though hisown sobs. “Please stop.” The face became clear then, revealing who he had beenchasing. There, clear and vibrant against the moon light was Eddie.

His body cowered at the sudden realization. Richie beggedhimself to stop, to leave the boy with doe eyes alone but found he was stilladvancing, taking strong strides towards his shaking friend. Internally hescreamed, his sounds dying inside of the beast, never making it past its barredteeth.

A large paw pressed onto Eddie’s chest, pinning him to theground. His prey let out another whimper, fresh blood now pooling under theclaws that dug in to his torso. Eddie’s eyes looked up to him, his breathragged and shallow. The animal growled again.

“Richie.” Eddie whispered, fearful tears trailing down hisdirty face. “I loved you.”

The monster didn’t stop as it lowered its head, clasping itsjaw around Eddie’s throat. There was a scream followed by warm liquid spillinginto his mouth. He could feel the life drain from under him, the dying wordslike mortar on his grave. I loved you.

Richie bolted upright in bed, a silent scream catching inthe back of his throat. His breathing heavy and labored as his surroundingsslowly revealed as a blur. The blanket pooled around his waist, the hair on hisforehead damp with sweat, sticking to his pores. His hands instinctually wentto the bed side, grabbing his glasses and pulling them on his tear stainedface. Immediately he recognized the room that wasn’t his own, the pale greywalls filled with whispering confessions of the past. He grabbed at the space besidehim, expecting to find a sleeping figure but discovering an empty pillow.

“Eddie?” He whispered, whipping at his eyes.

There was no response, making his heart drop. It took amoment, but he soon forced himself from the bed a desperate need growing in hisbelly. His feet touched the hard wood floor, making him hiss in surprise, his teethchattering a little too loudly. He stood up and instantly noticed two figurescurled up beside one another on the floor, buried under a mountain of blankets.One with fiery hair and one with a content grin. Richie half smirked at them,forcing himself to put the sight of Ben in his arsenal to use another time,right now he needed to find his small friend.

Quietly he made his way through the house, an unmet feelingclawing at his tender flesh. As he entered the living room the rest of thelosers came into view. Stan and Bill were lying beside each other on the floor,their hands reaching out for one another, inchers from touching. Mike was sprawledout on the recliner, his mouth hanging open mid snore. Finally his gaze landedon the ball that was facing towards the inside of the couch, his fluffy chocolatehair peeking over the fleece blanket.

Richie breathed a sigh of relief, crossing the carpet floorto him, the smell of lilac becoming astonishingly strong. Had he always beenable to smell this well? Fuck, he didn’t care, the only thing he cared aboutright now was the persistent need in under his skin. His fingers traced the curvatureof his shoulder, making the body stir in surprise. Eddie turned over, his eyesfluttering open to look up at his friend as his hair became matted in awkwardspots. The trashmouth could feel his heart pound against his chest, his bodyshivering at the sight.

“Richie?” Eddie asked in a groggy tone. “What are you-“

“You weren’t there.”

“Huh?”

“You weren’t in bed with me.” It came out more as a whine,his desperate tone making the hair on his arms rise. “I woke up and you weren’tthere.”

“You were sleeping when I got out of the shower.” He replied,rubbing his face sleepily. “Beverly said she would stay with you so I took thecouch.”

“I need you.” Richie whispered, surprised by his own words. “Ineed you to be there okay? Don’t do that again, I can’t protect you if you aren’tthere.”

Eddie blinked, his mouth gaping open. Before he had a chanceto respond, Richie crawled his way onto the couch, pressing himself against hisfriend. His lanky arms engulfed Eddie, pulling him to his chest with a satisfiedsigh. “Richie wha-“

“I’ll protect you.” He whispered, his body relaxing. Instinctivelyhe buried his face into the crevice of Eddie’s neck, taking in a long whiff ofhis heavenly scent. “I won’t let anything hurt you again.” He could feel himselfdrifting, content with their closeness.

Eddie muttered something under his breath, pulling theblanket over their conjoined bodies. Richie wasn’t sure what he had said but ashis small body snuggled closer, he felt complete and eventually fell asleep.

“Should we wake them?”

“N-No. They bo-both had a long day. Leh-let them sleep.”

“They look so cute.”

“Well Eddie does, Richie looks like an awkward spider.”

Consciousness came in waves, making Eddie groan in annoyance.The voices were far away, their static making him shift under his blanket. Whenhe did move a strong arm dragged him back, a soft mumble coming from besidehim. His eyes opened, instantly meeting a mess of curls, a hot breath washingover his face. Then he remembered.

“Richie.” He said, wiggling under his grasp. “Let me go.”

“Mmm, keep safe.” The trashmouth replied hazily. “Protect.”

“Ugh.” Eddie grumbled, prying at the fingers that grippedonto his shirt. “Richie, wake up.” The gangling boy did nothing of the sort,nuzzling closer in Eddies neck. This made the short boy’s face fluster, hisheart skipping a beat. There were soft snickers behind him and he knew theywere being watched. “God damn it, Richie!”

“WHAT!” He barked, bolting upright on the couch. The sudden movementthrew Eddie to the ground, his body hitting with a loud thump. “What’s goingon? Eds? Where are you?”

“You threw me on the floor.” He hissed, pulling himself intothe sitting position.

A shit eating grin grew on Richie’s face, “Ha, I knew youwere falling for me.”

“Fuck you.” Eddie bit, standing up and rubbing his achingback. “Just, fuck you Richie.”

“You can!” He yelled back as his friend walked in thekitchen. “All you have to do is ask!”

Eddie rolled his eyes, not bothering to respond. He was metby Mike, who handed him a mug of coffee and an apologetic smile. Eddie noddedgratefully, feeling the others eyes lingering on his skin. He took a longdrink, savoring the caffeine sliding down his throat. “What?” He growled,snapping his head toward the other Losers.

“Have a good night’s sleep?” Stan asked smugly, bringing themug to his lips.

“I don’t know, did you?” He challenged, his gaze shifting toBill before moving back to the scowling boy. “If you want to go there, we cango there.”

Stan narrowed his eyes, his lips curling over his teeth ashe hissed, “Fine, be like that.”

“I will.” He quipped, raising a challenging brow. He saidnothing, merely shaking his head and walking back in to the living room whereRichie’s cheerful greeting awaited him. Bill followed shortly after, his facetinted pink.

Looking up to Beverly he waited for her input, faintlyremembering seeing her against Ben’s chest when he had checked on Richie. Sheonly shook her head, raising her hands in defeat. “Nope. I’m not saying a thingabout it.”

“Good because nothing happened.” He replied harshly, hisgaze moving to Ben. “Agreed?” Haystack nodded, rubbing the back of his scalp sheepishly.

Mike laughed, shaking his head. “Damn Eddie, you’re viciousin the morning.”

“I’ll be better after my coffee.” He lied.

[dfroza]

Today’s reading from the ancient book of Proverbs and book of Psalms

for August 22 of 2021 with Proverbs 22 and Psalm 22, accompanied by Psalm 64 for the 64th day of Astronomical Summer and Psalm 84 for day 234 of the year (now with the consummate book of 150 Psalms in its 2nd revolution this year)

[Proverbs 22]

[How to Live a Life of Wisdom]

A beautiful reputation is more to be desired than great riches,

and to be esteemed by others is more honorable

than to own immense investments.

The rich and the poor have one thing in common:

the Lord God created each one.

A prudent person with insight foresees danger coming

and prepares himself for it.

But the senseless rush blindly forward

and suffer the consequences.

Laying your life down in tender surrender before the Lord

will bring life, prosperity, and honor as your reward.

Twisted and perverse lives are surrounded by demonic influence.

If you value your soul, stay far away from them.

Dedicate your children to God

and point them in the way that they should go,

and the values they’ve learned from you will be with them for life.

If you borrow money with interest,

you’ll end up serving the interests of your creditors,

for the rich rule over the poor.

Sin is a seed that brings a harvest;

you’ll reap a heap of trouble with every seed you plant.

For your investment in sins pays a full return—

the full punishment you deserve!

When you are generous to the poor,

you are enriched with blessings in return.

Say goodbye to a troublemaker and you’ll say goodbye

to quarrels, strife, tension, and arguments,

for a troublemaker traffics in shame.

The Lord loves those whose hearts are holy,

and he is the friend of those whose ways are pure.

God passionately watches over

his deep reservoir of revelation-knowledge,

but he subverts the lies of those who pervert the truth.

A slacker always has an excuse for not working—

like “I can’t go to work. There’s a lion outside!

And murderers too!”

Sex with an adulteress is like falling into the abyss.

Those under God’s curse jump right in to their own destruction.

Although rebellion is woven into a young man’s heart,

tough discipline can make him into a man.

There are two kinds of people headed toward poverty:

those who exploit the poor

and those who bribe the rich.

[Sayings of the Wise Sages]

Listen carefully and open your heart.

Drink in the wise revelation that I impart.

You’ll become winsome and wise

when you treasure the beauty of my words.

And always be prepared to share them at the appropriate time.

For I’m releasing these words to you this day,

yes, even to you, so that your living hope

will be found in God alone,

for he is the only one who is always true.

Pay attention to these excellent sayings of three-fold things.

For within my words you will discover true and reliable revelation.

They will give you serenity so that you can reveal

the truth of the word of the one who sends you.

Never oppress the poor

or pass laws with the motive of crushing the weak.

For the Lord will rise to plead their case

and humiliate the one who humiliates the poor.

Walk away from an angry man

or you’ll embrace a snare in your soul

by becoming bad-tempered just like him.

Why would you ever guarantee a loan for someone else

or promise to be responsible for someone’s debts?

For if you fail to pay you could lose your shirt!

The previous generation has set boundaries in place.

Don’t you dare move them just to benefit yourself.

If you are uniquely gifted in your work,

you will rise and be promoted.

You won’t be held back—

you’ll stand before kings!

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 22 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 22]

A Prophetic Portrait of the Cross

For the Pure and Shining One

David’s song of anguish

To the tune of “The Deer at the Dawning of the Day”

My God, my God, why have You turned Your back on me?

Your ears are deaf to my groans.

O my God, I cry all day and You are silent;

my tears in the night bring no relief.

Still, You are holy;

You make Your home on the praises of Israel.

Our mothers and fathers trusted in You;

they trusted, and You rescued them.

They cried out to You for help and were spared;

they trusted in You and were vindicated.

But I am a worm and not a human being,

a disgrace and an object of scorn.

Everyone who sees me laughs at me;

they whisper to one another I’m a loser; they sneer and mock me, saying,

“He relies on the Eternal; let the Eternal rescue him

and keep him safe because He is happy with him.”

But You are the One who granted me life;

You endowed me with trust as I nursed at my mother’s breast.

I was dedicated to You at birth;

You’ve been my God from my mother’s womb.

Stay close to me—

trouble is at my door;

no one else can help me.

I’m surrounded by many tormenters;

like strong bulls of Bashan, they circle around me with their taunts.

They open their mouths wide at me

like ravenous, roaring lions.

My life is poured out like water,

and all my bones have slipped out of joint.

My heart melts like wax inside me.

My strength is gone, dried up like shards of pottery;

my dry tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;

You lay me in the dust of death.

A throng of evil ones has surrounded me

like a pack of wild dogs;

They pierced my hands and ripped a hole in my feet.

I count all my bones;

people gawk and stare at me.

They make a game out of dividing my clothes among themselves;

they cast lots for the clothes on my back.

But You, O Eternal, stay close;

O You, my help, hurry to my side.

Save my life from violence,

my sweet life from the teeth of the wild dog.

Rescue me from the mouth of the lion.

From the horns of the wild oxen, You responded to my plea.

I will speak Your Name to my brothers and sisters

when I praise You in the midst of the community.

You who revere the Eternal, praise Him—

descendants of Jacob, worship Him;

be struck with wonder before Him, all you children of Israel.

He’s not put off

by the suffering of the suffering one;

He doesn’t pretend He hasn’t seen him;

when he pleaded for help, He listened.

You stir my praise in the great assembly;

I will fulfill my vows before those who humble their hearts before Him.

Those who are suffering will eat and be nourished;

those who seek Him will praise the Eternal.

May your hearts beat strong forever!

Those from the farthest reaches of the earth will remember

and turn back to look for the Eternal;

All the families of the nations

will worship You.

The Eternal owns the world;

He exercises His gentle rule over all the nations.

All the wealthy of the world will eat and worship;

all those who fall in the dust will bow before Him,

even the life that is headed to the grave.

Our children will serve Him;

future generations will hear the story of how the Lord rescued us.

They will tell the generations to come

of the righteousness of the Lord,

of what He has done.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 22 (The Passion Translation / The Voice)

[Psalm 64]

Victory over Evildoers

For the Pure and Shining One

King David’s song

Lord, can’t you hear my cry, my bitter complaint?

Keep me safe from this band of criminals and

from the conspiracy of these wicked men.

They gather in their secret counsel to destroy me.

Can’t you hear their slander, their lies?

Their words are like poison-tipped arrows

shot from the shadows.

They are unafraid and have no fear of consequences.

They persist with their evil plans

and plot together to hide their traps.

They boast, “No one can see us or stop us!”

They search out opportunities to pervert justice

as they plan the “perfect crime.”

How unsearchable is their endless evil!

They try desperately to hide the deep darkness of their hearts.

But all the while God has his own fire-tipped arrows!

Suddenly, without warning,

they will be pierced and struck down.

Staggering backward, they will be destroyed

by the very ones they spoke against.

All who see this will view them with scorn.

Then all will stand awestruck over what God has done,

seeing how he vindicated the victims of these crimes.

The lovers of God will be glad, rejoicing in the Lord.

They will be found in his glorious wraparound presence,

singing songs of praise to God!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 64 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 84]

Longing for God

For the Pure and Shining One

A prophetic song written by the prophetic singers of Korah’s clan

Set to the melody of “For the Feast of Harvest”

God of Heaven’s Armies, you find so much beauty in your people!

They’re like lovely sanctuaries of your presence.

Deep within me are these lovesick longings,

desires and daydreams of living in union with you.

When I’m near you, my heart and my soul

will sing and worship with my joyful songs of you,

my true source and spring of life!

O Lord of Heaven’s Armies, my King and my God,

even the sparrows and swallows are welcome to build a nest

among your altars to raise their young.

What pleasure fills those who live every day in your temple,

enjoying you as they worship in your presence!

Pause in his presence

How enriched are they who find their strength in the Lord;

within their hearts are the highways of holiness!

Even when their paths wind through the dark valley of tears,

they dig deep to find a pleasant pool where others find only pain.

He gives to them a brook of blessing

filled from the rain of an outpouring.

They grow stronger and stronger with every step forward,

and the God of all gods will appear before them in Zion.

Hear my cry, O God of Heaven’s Armies!

God of Jacob, listen to my loving prayer.

Pause in his presence

God, your wraparound presence is our defense.

In your kindness look upon the faces of your anointed ones.

For just one day of intimacy with you is like

a thousand days of joy rolled into one!

I’d rather stand at the threshold in front of the Gate Beautiful,

ready to go in and worship my God,

than to live my life without you

in the most beautiful palace of the wicked.

For the Lord God is brighter than the brilliance of a sunrise!

Wrapping himself around me like a shield,

he is so generous with his gifts of grace and glory.

Those who walk along his paths with integrity

will never lack one thing they need, for he provides it all!

O Lord of Heaven’s Armies,

what euphoria fills those who forever trust in you!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 84 (The Passion Translation)

[looneylooomis]

Werifesteria (Negan) Smut One Shot

This is for @ladylorelitany‘s Monster Mash 2017 Challenge! My prompt was a Huldra (A Seductive Forest Spirit)!! Perfect way for getting back into the swing of writing for my favorite baseball bat wielding loud mouth again! Special thanks to @zoesmama2024 for reading through this more times than necessary 😜♥️💋♥️💋 Enjoy!!! 

“Werifesteria”(n) An old English and dead word, werifesteria means to wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery.

There were recent murmurings amongst his men concerning a woman they’d seen wandering around in the woods. Now men yammering about women didn’t phase Negan, hell he’d chime right in most of the time.

He abso-fucking-lutely adored the fairer of the two sexes.

Now what did catch Negan’s attention was when his men started blabbering about how the mystery woman seemed to wander about without care but more so those walker shits seemed to totally avoid her, hell even move out of her way as she passed through.

How she seemed to wear nothing but a white silk négligée.

How she’d appear to vanish whenever one of them tried to get closer.

One man swore he even saw a fox tail poke out from under her slip.

Another man ranted about forest spirits; if you’re polite to them they’d bring you good luck.

Negan was kind of skeptical but then again the world was littered with walking corpses so who was he to deny the existence of sexy lil nymphs?

Apparently the men would almost always spot glimpses of the woman roaming about a small meadow a little ways off the main road right before entering the next town.

He yearned to uncover this pretty little mystery.

The next day Negan corralled a small group of his men with the intention of scavenging for supplies in the next town over, but first they’d make a pit stop. Negan had to see a meadow about a woman.

Ignoring the groans of a few men about how there was nothing left in that area, they set off.

It was an incredibly sunny day, which brought on the godamn heat. Negan pulled at his leather jacket in an attempt to get some air flowing through it. Grabbing Lucille, he slammed the truck door.

“Shits hotter than an iron to the face!” A malicious smile graced his handsome face as he purposely stared down Dwight. Kind of hoping the scarred man would react. Negan could see the man’s subtle attempts at restraining a grimace which was all he needed.

“Alright,  let’s see what all the fuss is about!” He announced, his right hand Simon and Dwight following behind him as they trekked into the wooded area.

All three men made sure to remain on the lookout for walkers as they slowly made their way through the shrubbery.

After scouring the area for a good twenty minutes, Negan was getting frustrated. He was this close to calling bullshit and curb stomping those idiots for wasting his time until he hearing Simon softly called him over.

Simon and Dwight were peeking through a large bush, taking a closer look Negan noticed it led into a clearing and that’s not all he observed.

Long legs strolled languidly through the overgrown grass, the warm breeze appeared to swoon as it caressed sun kissed skin that glittered in the beams of sunshine through the trees.

Ringed fingers skimmed over the tall blades of grass as the woman kept her stride. The plant itself attempted to curl around the appendages as if seeking comfort from its owner.

The woman was dressed completely unusual in today’s monster fueled world. Clad in nothing but a long silky white négligée molded perfectly to her form. Long slits in the material started right under her hips, revealing long legs with every step. The fabric moved seamlessly, oddly never trailing on the ground in an almost sentient manner.

There was something about the beautiful stranger that made his entire being crave a closer look, a firm touch. Negan wondered where in the hell she was going dressed like that and not to mention, from what he could see, weaponless.

“Well fuck me ten ways to Sunday…” Negan breathed, completely awestruck by the stunning woman.

“You could say that again.” Simon couldn’t believe the woman was actually real.

Long mahogany waves bounced seamlessly against her bare back as the woman continued to move without care for anything around her.

Negan’s booted feet moved of their own accord leading him out from the bushes and into the clearing. Dwight went to stop him but Simon shook his head as they curiously observed what would transpire.

The woman was only a few feet ahead of him when she stopped all movement instantly. Negan held his breath in fearing that she’d disappear like his men said she would. Fortunately for him though, she simply turned and faced him.

Beautiful didn’t even seem to cover how drop dead gorgeous this woman was.

Hell, that even seemed to do her an injustice.

Dark waves framed her oval shaped face, big brown doe eyes twinkled at him as they took him in. Strangely enough Negan felt a bit self conscious under her penetrating stare. Her long straight nose had a ring piercing the right nostril, ending with beauty mark accenting perfectly plush lips. Lips that smiled coyly at him, her stare never wavering from him.

For once this loud mouth of a man, this silver tongued prince, was struck speechless. Words failed him as his infatuation bloomed.

“Hello, Stranger.” Soft lips spoke airily as if in a daydream. A ring clad hand slowly rose as she leant in to stroke his face. “Does this handsome face come with a name?”

Mentally shaking himself, Negan spoke “The names Negan, Miss-?”

“I go by many names…” The woman paused momentarily, fingers lingering on his strong jawline as she drew in loser to him. “…but just for you Negan, you can call me Allura.” Allura whispered into his parted lips.

Allura smelled like the forest after a rainstorm. Earthy and fresh. Negan wanted to know what she tasted like.

As if reading his thoughts, pink lips pressed softly onto his. Negan felt as if he’d been jolted through time and space, every nerve in his body sprung to life. Absolutely electric.

The brunette backed away slightly while biting her lip.

“Follow me, Negan.” Her voice sang in its airy tone as she moved from him toward the other side the clearing, slipping seamlessly through the thick of the forest.

Negan let out a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding. Briefly, he looked back to where he knew Simon and Dwight were, nodded his head as if to let them know he was gonna follow and then set off to where this mysterious Allura wandered to.

He had just managed to catch up to her, while noticing the way she playfully glided through the trees and brush. Always glancing over her shoulder to send a beaming smile his way.

“Goddamn…This little minx playing with me.” Negan thought with grin. Oh, he just couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

Allura stopped a few feet ahead of him along the shore of a lake she had lead them to. The summer breeze blew wistful kisses along her exposed shoulders, making strands of her wavy hair dance.

Negan was now one hundred-percent sure that this woman was literally glowing in the sun’s rays. She looked otherworldly.

Letting her continue to lead him towards as he took in his surroundings, he had to ask about the lack of walkers.

“I mean not to look a gift horse in the fucking mouth but isn’t it odd as all hell that we haven’t seen any of those dead shits anywhere?” Negan wondered perplexed looking over at stunning beauty as they walked towards what appeared to be a cave opening in the mountain that stretched along the far side of the lake.

Allura’s stunning features screwed up into what he could assume was an ugly scowl.

“As if she was even capable of looking remotely off putting.” He thought sardonically.

“They don’t dare come near me.” She spat with certainty, the disgust in her voice absolutely venomous.

“How the hell do you manage that?” Negan was very curious as to how a lone person could keep any of those shits from coming near them or their land.

The brunette took a moment before answering.

“I breathe life, they breathe death.” Plush lips whispered as she knelt down in the cavernous dwelling, pressing a ringed hand to the ground. “Those abominations know to steer clear of my path.”

If Negan didn’t see what he was seeing with his own fucking eyes he’d call absolute bullshit. Sprouting between her fingers bloomed a dark crimson rose, but just as quickly as it seemed to bloom, it wilted just as fast.

Clasping her hands around the wilted flower, she blew softly on it. Breathing a new life into it.

Gently plucking the flower, she brought it up to her nose, inhaling the lovely scent. Taking Negan’s hand, she laid the delicate flower in his open palm.

“Well…aren’t you just full of surprises, sweetheart. “ He whispered, the disbelief in his voice evident. Large fingers lightly stroked the velvety texture of the rose. “What are you some goddamn nymph? Mother fucking nature?”

At first, all she gave in response was a twinkling laugh as she then suddenly pushed him against the rough wall. The level of strength she seemed to possess, surprised the fuck out of him.

“You have no idea.” Allura whispered in his ear as she licked the shell of it. Her hands roamed all along his body, then started to shed him of his layers of clothing.

Negan growled as he pushed her back against the opposite wall. He bit his lip noticing that she relished in how the jagged wall dug into her exposed back. “Baby sure likes pain, doesn’t she?” He murmured into her neck, biting down.

She moaned loudly at the feel of his teeth digging into her flesh, coaxing him to proceed harder with the nudge of her hand while her other one dug long nails into his back as he pulled his leather jacket off. Red spots bled through his white T-shirt.

“Goddamn, dollface. Keep that shit up” Negan groaned as she ripped off the bloodstained shirt. Enjoying how those dainty fingers ran up and down the trail of hair along his stomach to the beginnings of his jeans, grunting a bit as she whipped his belt off and tossed it aside.

“Take them off.” Allura ordered, eyes beaming greedily with lust as she watched him unbuckle and remove his jeans. His cock sprang to attention; absolutely ready for her.

Moving past him, she beckoned him with her finger to follow her deeper into the cave. Negan followed without complaint, completely mesmerized by the sway of her hips.

They stopped in front of a plush blanketed area, small candles littered throughout. Yet Negan couldn’t think of anything but the stunning woman in front of him. And once she shed the silk dress, the soft material pooling at her feet, he knew for a fact that he was a goddamn goner.

Allura laid down on the soft blankets, her fiery gaze locked on his. “What are you waiting for?” She asked as her fingers ran along her body tauntingly.

Negan responded by kissing every inch of skin as he crawled on top of her.

Locking lips, he devoured the honey sweet taste of her lips. She was gonna give him a fucking cavity.

“Oh Allura baby, you are definitely something fucking else.” He breathed into the kiss, enjoying how her heart thumped excitedly against him. His hands roamed teasingly along the curves of her breasts, taut nipples grazing along his chest.

Allura growled impatiently, thrusting her hips against his. The feel of his hardened shaft brushing along her wet sex, made her eyes want to roll back in need.

“Negan…” She moaned, nails digging into his back once more.

He didn’t have a chance to react as she flipped them over. Startled, he looked up to see her smiling wide, a crazed look in her eyes. Her nails left even more shallow cuts in his skin as she dragged them down his body. She wet her lips, when she was met with his throbbing member.

Wrapping those pretty lips around him, making Negan groan loudly. Allura hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked, moving up and down on his thick length. If she kept that up, it’d be over before it even started.

“R-Ride my fucking dick, gorgeous.” He breathed out, a small whimper escaping his lips as she let him slip out of her mouth with a ‘pop’.

Allura grinned mischievously, kissing around his pelvis as his cock bobbed painfully with each kiss from those soft lips.

“Goddamnit Allura…” Negan groaned, the need to be buried inside her overwhelming.  “Get that ass up here!”

“Beg.”

“What?” He was caught off guard by the hard edge in her voice.

“Beg for me, Negan.” Allura purred into his hot flesh, giving him kitten licks as she moved up his body then back down. Absolutely relishing in the clear frustration blazing in his eyes. “Tell me how bad you want me.”

“Well, shit baby…” Negan was not above begging a beautiful woman in bed. The role reversal was a refreshing change of pace. He’d bite, or rather beg.

“I need you so bad, gorgeous…can’t you see how bad I need that fucking pussy of yours wrapped around my cock?” He moaned, enjoying how her dark brown eyes were full blown with lust.

Sitting up he pulled her into him for a passionate lip lock. “That’s how much I need you…” Leaning back, he lead her hand down between them, stroking his hard length. “Feel that, sweetheart? That’s how fucking bad I want you.”

“Oh do I fucking want you baby. So fucking bad.” He murmured into the heaving chest. Lapping at the curve of her cleavage.

The way Allura stared down into his eyes as he looked up was pure fire. That glow around her seemed to brighten even more, making her ethereal appearance even more supernatural than it already was.

Dark brown eyes stared down hazel eyes, engorging the latter with its ever consuming lust. The brazen leader of the Saviors was a goddamn goner. Poor old sap never had a fighting chance with this one.

Allura dragged her teeth along his chest, leaving numerous love bites in their wake. Long legs straddled his strong thighs as she lead his throbbing cock into her aching core .

They both groaned as she took him in completely. She started maneuvering her hips along his cock. Her walls clinging tightly to him, enough to make both their eyes roll back.

“Tell me more.” The dark haired beauty moaned, nipping the shell of his ear roughly. Hips moving to a beat all their own. “You want to.”

“Fu-” Every touch, every nip, every swivel of those magical hips, set his nerves on fire. Negan was all sensation, could barely think straight. “-uck!”

“Oh, babygirl…please keep doing that…those fucking hips. Shitttt.” Closing his eyes, Negan took it all in. He bit down hard on his lip, enough to draw blood, Allura surprised him by lapping it up and taking his mouth into hers.

“You mean this?” She rotated her hips slightly diagonal as her inner walls clamped down around his pulsating cock.

Negan let out a pleasured yell, grasping onto her hips chanting “y-yes, yes, f-fu-fuck, yes, yes…”

Allura quickened her pace, her own need for release now becoming an overwhelming fire pooling deep into her lower abdomen. The feel of his cock throbbed within hot her core, knowing he wasn’t far behind was pushing her  more towards the edge. She was ready to fall off it with him.

Latching her lips onto his, she took in the smoky mint taste of his mouth. “I’m gonna cum, handsome.” She whimpered, hips moving frantically for that one stroke, that one angle that would be her undoing.

And with one last caress of his cock, she fell off the edge of oblivion.

Allura screamed his name repeatedly, hips bucking against him. She ground into him harshly. The frantic pace she kept triggered his own release.

“Shit, Allura. Fuck fuck fuckkkkkk!” He groaned loudly into her neck, thrusting his hips up, pushing himself deeper into her as he came, long and hard inside the comfort of her warm walls.

Allura laid on her side next to Negan as they both tried to catch their breath. His long fingers lazily trailed up and down her back as she pressed sweet kisses along his neck until he dozed off.

Negan slowly awoke a short while later, feeling completely invigorated, he reached over next to him to pull Allura closer to him, but felt nothing but air as his hand thumped down onto the dirt covered ground.

Looking around confused, he realized he wasn’t in her little cave dwelling…he was in leaning against some tree, fully clothed with Lucille laying across his lap as if on guard while he snoozed on.

“What in ever living goddamn fuckity fuckin fuck?” Negan growled out, a frown heavily marring his handsome face. He knew for a fucking fact that that fucking happened. It was not a goddamn dream. Couldn’t of been. He was not cracking the fuck up. No fucking way.

Just then he heard voices as Simon and Dwight wandered into view, surprised to find their boss sat on the ground.

Negan quickly rose to his feet, brushing random dirt off himself. 

Not giving either man a chance to speak, he barked “Let’s get a fucking move on.” leading the way back to the rest of the group.

He opened his mouth to bitch some more but before he could verbalize his grievances, something red caught his eye as he adjusted his leather jacket.

A single crimson rose stuck out in the breast pocket of said jacket.

Negan felt his anger wash away instantly as he plucked the flower from the pocket and inhaled its sweet scent.

“You sneaky little nymph.” He chuckled to himself, placing the rose back in his breast pocket.

Negan would find her again, he had a feeling little lady luck would be on his side or rather on his lap again if he had any say.

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The Ghost of an Idea 6

A/N-So, I’m still very new to writing fan fiction, and I’m not 100% on the formatting, etc. But the last thing I would want to do is inadvertently hurt someone. So some warnings. If you are familiar with the Dickens source text, you’ll know, this chapter is the worst because it has to be the bleakest vision of the future that inspires the character change. So I had to be really, really mean to our boys. I based the vision of Cas on Future!Cas but bleaker. So: implied drug abuse, multiple sexual partners, dubious consent, vampire/blood play, Dominant tones (not like consensual loving D/s dynamic but like Cas is an abusive asshole) I don’t like it but I had to make it so horrible Dean wouldn’t like it either!

Also this is the most explicit thing I’ve ever written and it’s a) horrible and b) not that explicit, but probably a Mature rating? Rated R? YMMV (do the youths on the interwebs still say that?)

Also, it’s like the chapter where Scrooge sees what happens when he dies so, like, major character death? But the good news is, it’s short and it’s temporary (’cause it’s like a dream/vision) and the happy stuff is coming up next! That said, I probably didn’t catch all possible warnings in this series. Proceed with caution. On with the story!

Read Stave One: Bobby’s Ghost, Part 1

Read Stave Two: Bobby’s Ghost, Part 2

Read Stave Two: The First of the Three Spirits, Part 1

Stave Two: The First of the Three Spirits, Part 2

Stave Three: The Second of the Three Spirits

Stave Four: The Last of the Spirits

Billie stalked across the field towards Dean, her face grim. Silent, she stopped an arm’s length from him. Dean swallowed nervously. “So...ghost of Christmas future?” he asked. Billie nodded once, tersely. Wordlessly, she turned and strode away. 

Dean hustled to follow, finding himself strangely unnerved by Billie. He had been in her presence before, but their little ‘talk’ then had been more collegiate. Something about her manner during this rodeo had Dean’s legs trembling in her presence. She was clearly not Billie, here for a chat. This was Death, and don’t you dare forget it, mister.

“C’mon, Billie,” Dean attempted weakly. “I never expected the silent treatment from you, of all the women in my life.” The lame attempt at humor fell like a stone in the freezing air. 

Billie halted so suddenly Dean found himself running into her black leather duster. She turned enough for him to see the whites of her eyes. She jerked her head once, urging him on.“Fine,” Dean muttered. “Let’s get this show on the fucking road” he said, and followed her without further question. 

As they walked, the surrounding wheat field stubble grew and transformed until they walked through the interior of a dive bar. Dean looked at the row of barstools, occupied by plaid-and-boot-clad hunters. Some at the long wooden bar he recognized, others were strangers. 

Billie stopped near a cluster of three men near the jukebox. A stained glass light above them shed a beam of light that made their features harsh and grotesque. Dean drew close to listen.

“No,” said a large man with numerous chins. “I don’t know much about it, either. I just know he’s dead.”

“When did he die” asked a young man with olive skin and a teenager’s scruff.

“Last night, I believe.”

“What got him?” asked a third, taking a long draw from the mug of beer in front of him. “I thought he’d never die.” The ginger hunter’s milky eyes were beady and deep-set, and shifted side to side as he spoke.

“Same,” said the first man, with a yawn.

“What happened to all his gear?” asked the young teen, greasy black hair obscuring his greedy eyes.

“I haven’t heard,” said chins, yawning again. “Left it to his brother, I guess. He didn’t leave it to us. That’s all I know.” The gathered hunters laughed weakly. “In any case,” the big man continued. “It’s gonna be a small wake.” He looked around at the gathered audience, flushed with the attention he was now receiving. “Who’d go to it? Unless the drinks are on the house? Amiright?”

“I don’t mind going if there’s food,” admitted beady eyes, who had a narrow jaw and a prominent blonde brow, “but I think their pet angel and its freak kid’ll be there.” Another laugh met this proclamation.

Dean balled his fists. What a bunch of assholes, talking about Cas and Jack like that. “Enough.” Dean firmly said. “I’ve seen the damn movie. It’s not a mystery who they’re talking about. You can skip the dramatic cemetery reveal. I just don’t see why I should care what these losers think, anyway.”

Billie fixed him with another mute stare and beckoned with a perfectly manicured nail on her hand not holding the scythe. Dean shuddered under her stare, then shuffled along behind her with trepidation.She led them down a sour-smelling damp hallway to the bar’s bathrooms, which transformed around him to the tiled hallways of the bunker. All the rooms’ doors were open, and strange voices echoed throughout the hallways. Anxious, Dean quickened his pace, but ground to a sudden halt when he entered the library.

Dozens of hunters had invaded their bunker. Boxes were strewn about with writing in marker on them, writing which Dean recognized as Sam’s. Weapons covered the table, each with a tag attached. A pile of clothes sat in one corner, plaid shirts, jeans, and shoes all laid out in neat rows on a blanket. A large poster advertised Men of Letters artifacts and magical items, with photos and list prices, while the actual items remained locked safely away. 

In the milling crowd disinterestedly handling his personal stuff, Dean spotted his gargantuan brother, face still as he walked through the crowd. As he moved among the other hunters, he occasionally stopped to answer a question, or accept a word of sympathy, a hand on the arm, or an exchange of cash. His eyes remained distant, never meeting anyone else’s directly. Dean could see Sam’s jaw muscle twitching intermittently from across the room.

Dean felt the blood drain from his face. His skin broke out in a thin sheen of cold sweat. “Sam?” he asked, hoarsely. “Why would you do this, Sam?” Dean grabbed Billie’s arm. “What the fuck, Billie?!” He tried to turn her to face him, but her face was as cold and still as stone. “Why is Sam selling my stuff?”

Billie actually opened her mouth to reply, but just then a terrible thought pierced Dean like an icicle through his heart. He sprinted, faster than he had ever humped it through the woods at night on a hunt, to the bunker’s garage.

He crashed through the door, his legs protesting and chest burning. There sat Baby, sleek and black. A silver-haired female hunter sat smugly in the driver’s seat, running her hand appreciatively across the dash. Outside the open door, a line of hunters were waiting for their chance to check her out. Dean approached, heartsick, until he was close enough to read the sign on her windshield. “$18,000 OBO” read the sign, again in Sam’s hand. Dean craned his neck, searching the garage. All the cars and motorcycles had similar signs. What. The. Fuck.

Dean shuffled back through the hall, heedless of the hunters and Billie. On autopilot, his feet carried him to the kitchen, where he had always found comfort. No strangers sullied this sanctum. Cas and Jack were there, though. They were huddled around a large table in the middle of the room where a body lay covered with a white sheet. Cas’ face was drawn and seemed paler than normal. Jack’s was open and caught between curiosity and confusion.

“But why is Sam leaving the bunker?” Jack was asking.

Cas pinched his nose between his long, beautiful fingers. “He’s grieving, Jack. The other times Dean…” Cas took a deep breath, then continued. “Sam wants out of the life. This is the end of the road for him.”

Jack cocked his head searchingly towards Cas. “And what about us?”

Cas’ shoulders slumped. He didn’t answer. Jack drew a breath to ask another question, but just then Cas slipped his trenchcoat off his shoulders. His mouth a grim line, he grasped the two tails and split it cleanly in two.

Jack’s face registered the same shock Dean felt. Cas did not relent. He used his angelic strength to rip the trench into long shreds. He then took the strips of fabric and bound the body on the table. He started with the feet and worked his way up. He didn’t pause in his work. When he reached the corpse’s head his hands hesitated, hovering over the sheet with tenderness. For a second Dean feared seeing his own dead body, but Cas pulled away at the last second. With resolve, he tied the head and torso with the last strips of his tattered tan garment.

Dean turned away from the scene, cheeks wet. He remembered doing the same for Cas, not so long ago. Billie materialized in the kitchen doorway. She crooked a single finger and Dean followed her, feet fumbling as his vision blurred with tears.

The bunker hallway dissolved into a darkened living room. Peeling floral wallpaper exposed moldy plaster. Piles of unidentifiable fabric lay in heaps on rough floorboards. A small camp stove sat, cold, in the middle of the room. Dean had never been here before, but he recognized it instantly. This was a nest.

Dean’s senses shifted into high alert, despite not really being here-here. He was in hunter mode, alert for danger. So he wasn’t startled when a figure shambled into the room. It was Cas, but not as Dean had ever known or seen him. The closest approximation Dean could think of was the future vision of 2014 Castiel he had seen at Camp Chitaqua. This Cas wasn’t all crystals and hemp-oil and linen, though. He was bearded, with long hair, and dressed in ratty jeans with a dirty t-shirt. He clutched a bottle of tequila in one hand and twirled a knife in the other. His eyes were unfocused, restless, and he looked around the room a bit as if searching for something before flopping into an orange corduroy recliner.  

Cas was still for so long, Dean was sure he had passed out or nodded off, at the very least. But when a figure slunk in the back door to the kitchen, Cas’ eyes opened instantly. Now alert and gripping his knife at the ready, he looked every inch of the warrior of heaven he had once been.

“That was a waste of time,” said a woman, shrugging out of a ankle-length down coat. She unwrapped the scarf covering her face and head and shook out her brown braids. She looked Cas up and down scathingly. “I see Vernon’s still not back.” Cas narrowed his eyes at her. She returned his glare and anted up an eyebrow raise of her own. “Heaven’s all abuzz,” she continued in a breathy tone that reminded Dean uncomfortably of Meg. “Seems Jack’s been busting heads among the grey suits, working his way up the ladder.”

Cas took a long draw of tequila, wincing at the burn before acknowledging her words. “Kid’s not my problem anymore.”

“Don’t I know it,” she said, pulling a mustard-yellow sweater off smoothly over her head and tossing it onto one of the piles on the floor. “But it seems he thinks your his.” She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled those off as well. Dean’s mouth feel open at her casual disrobing; their obvious intimacy. She stood in a black camisole and greying cotton underwear, hands on her hips as she regarded Cas. He studiously ignored her. “He’s getting closer. I’d hate for him to find out where you are.” she added, not at all sounding sorry about that prospect.

Cas finally looked into her eyes. “I’ll give you what you want, Mariah.” His voice was cold and harsh.

She nodded, looking eager now. She walked up to him and stood in the vee between his spread legs. He raised his hands and rested them on her thick thighs. “But my price remains the same.” Cas said simply, voice soft yet somehow threatening. Dean found himself recoiling at the veiled threat in the words.

Mariah’s mouth fell open. “I’m the one doing you a favor!” she protested. “You give me some grace, and our brothers and sisters, including your freak stepson, can’t sense you.” She popped out a hip, indignant.

Cas gave her a predatory smile. “And the fact that you, a graceless, fallen angel on the cusp of death, need my borrowed grace to survive…” he trailed off, raising both hands in a shrug. “That’s just a bonus?” He slumped back in the chair. “No. I don’t think so. Payment’s the same. If you want it, work for it.” His voice was hard, the syllables clipped.

Mariah’s eyes burned him, but she sank to her knees in front of him, hands on his jean-clad thighs. She mouthed at his fly and Cas’ eyes fluttered shut. He slugged more liquor as she inched his zipped down and began drawing his cock out into the frigid air of the abandoned house.

Dean stood frozen in place, unable to process the scene in front of him. Cas was so desperately broken. So cruel. At the same time, this was the first time Dean had seen Cas’ cock and it was distracting as hell. He was simultaneously aroused and heartbroken and scared. Whatever was going on here, Cas was clearly not okay. Dean wanted to help, but knew this was just a vision; what could he do?

The sounds of Mariah’s blow job became even more distracting when Cas’ moans of pleasure joined them in the silent night air. Dean actually closed his eyes and grit his teeth to prevent becoming more turned on than he already was. This was not the time or place. Luckily, the proceedings were soon interrupted by another party entering the little clubhouse of horror.

“Honey, I’m home!” called a cloying voice. A tall man with light brown hair entered the room, and looked entirely unfazed at the scene of Cas and Mariah in flagrante delicto. “I cannot believe you two started the Christmas party without me!” Cas’ eyes flew open and he gave the man a withering look. Mariah pulled off with a soft pop and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Don’t start, Vern. He’s in A Mood,” she pouted, sitting back on her heels. The intruder shrugged, flinging off his leather jacket.

“I told you not to mention that stupid pagan rip-off fake commercial holiday to me,” Cas said haughtily. His words were harsh but there was no fire behind them. In fact, he seemed to regard Vernon with something approaching affection, taking in his long, bowed legs and lightly freckled cheeks in a weighty stare. Cas didn’t seem embarrassed at his erect cock sticking out of his jeans.

“Whatever” scoffed Vernon. He pitched his voice conspiratorially to Mariah. “He gets like this every year. It’s because of Dean.” This last word stretched into a few singsong syllables. Mariah looked interested.

“Was that his name?” She reached a hand forward to touch Cas’ thigh again, almost tender, but he shoved her away, pretty harshly, in fact, which surprised Dean. Cas was staring at Vernon. Dean gulped. He expected Cas’ eyes to burn blue, for this Vern to get smote into the next county, but no angelic light burned bright. Instead Cas growled, “I told you I never wanted to hear that name come out of your fucking mouth ever again.”

Vern gave Cas a cocky smile. “Guess you’d better shut me up, then,” he said, his suggestive intent crystal clear. Faster than Dean’s eyes could track, Cas rose from the chair without warning and crossed the distance to Vern in a couple of quick strides, shoving him back on a mattress littering the floor. Dean’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of Cas just absolutely wrecking Vern, hands and mouth all over him. It would be hot as hell if it weren’t disturbing and wrong and sad. After a few moments, Mariah walked over to join them on the mattress, the three of their bodies entwining in a routine that was clearly well-practiced. Dean couldn’t stand this. He pressed his eyes shut and breathed deeply, trying to block out the sounds of wet skin slapping together, the moans and grunts from the dirty pallet on the floor. He felt cold metal at his jaw and opened his eyes. Billie’s scythe rest along his face. She did not look absent of compassion as she used the blade to nudge his face back toward the scene in front of him. Why did she want him to watch this? What kind of sick fuck did she take him for?

Just then, Vern opened his mouth, which was was pressed against Cas’ neck, and Dean understood what he was still meant to see. Dean caught a flash of two rows of sharply pointed teeth just before Vernon clamped down on Cas’ neck, drawing blood. Dean darted forward on impulse, fists balling instinctively to beat the vamp off his angel. The flat of Billie’s blade rest against his chest as she yanked him back with it, freezing his body in place with her power. Seconds later, Cas climaxed with a guttural groan and a blue flash of grace shifted from him to both Vern and Mariah, and they followed suit.

As the three lovers sunk, limp, away from one another into the mattress, Dean turned away once again, sickened. Dean had his answer now. He had always protected his own heart. He knew how to survive loss and grief. He never thought about how Cas would respond; how he would cope with a broken heart.

Dean’s eyes found Billie’s and he whispered, “undo this.” He took her black leather lapels in his hands, dug his fingers in and begged. “I don’t care about my own life, but you can not do this to Cas.”

Billie shook her head slowly. “I didn’t do this to him, Dean. You did.”

Dean sank to his knees in front of Death, still clutching her coat reflexively. “I promise. I’ll do right by him, Billie. I won’t hide anymore.” Dean realized he was shouting desperately. “I’ll try. I’ll be brave. I’m not afraid anymore.” Dimly, he realized he was sobbing rather than speaking. He leaned his head forward to rest it on Billie’s feet, but his head hit the ground, and her jacket was empty in his hands. Dean lifted it to his face, repeating “I’m not afraid anymore,” over and over again, until he realized the material wasn’t worn leather but the scratchy faded blue acrylic of the motel bed’s blanket.

[dfroza]

Today’s reading from the ancient book of Proverbs and book of Psalms

for july 22 of 2021 with Proverbs 22 and Psalm 22, accompanied by Psalm 33 for the 33rd day of Summer and Psalm 53 for day 203 of the year (now with the consummate book of 150 Psalms in its 2nd revolution this year)

[Proverbs 22]

[How to Live a Life of Wisdom]

A beautiful reputation is more to be desired than great riches,

and to be esteemed by others is more honorable

than to own immense investments.

The rich and the poor have one thing in common:

the Lord God created each one.

A prudent person with insight foresees danger coming

and prepares himself for it.

But the senseless rush blindly forward

and suffer the consequences.

Laying your life down in tender surrender before the Lord

will bring life, prosperity, and honor as your reward.

Twisted and perverse lives are surrounded by demonic influence.

If you value your soul, stay far away from them.

Dedicate your children to God

and point them in the way that they should go,

and the values they’ve learned from you will be with them for life.

If you borrow money with interest,

you’ll end up serving the interests of your creditors,

for the rich rule over the poor.

Sin is a seed that brings a harvest;

you’ll reap a heap of trouble with every seed you plant.

For your investment in sins pays a full return—

the full punishment you deserve!

When you are generous to the poor,

you are enriched with blessings in return.

Say goodbye to a troublemaker and you’ll say goodbye

to quarrels, strife, tension, and arguments,

for a troublemaker traffics in shame.

The Lord loves those whose hearts are holy,

and he is the friend of those whose ways are pure.

God passionately watches over

his deep reservoir of revelation-knowledge,

but he subverts the lies of those who pervert the truth.

A slacker always has an excuse for not working—

like “I can’t go to work. There’s a lion outside!

And murderers too!”

Sex with an adulteress is like falling into the abyss.

Those under God’s curse jump right in to their own destruction.

Although rebellion is woven into a young man’s heart,

tough discipline can make him into a man.

There are two kinds of people headed toward poverty:

those who exploit the poor

and those who bribe the rich.

[Sayings of the Wise Sages]

Listen carefully and open your heart.

Drink in the wise revelation that I impart.

You’ll become winsome and wise

when you treasure the beauty of my words.

And always be prepared to share them at the appropriate time.

For I’m releasing these words to you this day,

yes, even to you, so that your living hope

will be found in God alone,

for he is the only one who is always true.

Pay attention to these excellent sayings of three-fold things.

For within my words you will discover true and reliable revelation.

They will give you serenity so that you can reveal

the truth of the word of the one who sends you.

Never oppress the poor

or pass laws with the motive of crushing the weak.

For the Lord will rise to plead their case

and humiliate the one who humiliates the poor.

Walk away from an angry man

or you’ll embrace a snare in your soul

by becoming bad-tempered just like him.

Why would you ever guarantee a loan for someone else

or promise to be responsible for someone’s debts?

For if you fail to pay you could lose your shirt!

The previous generation has set boundaries in place.

Don’t you dare move them just to benefit yourself.

If you are uniquely gifted in your work,

you will rise and be promoted.

You won’t be held back—

you’ll stand before kings!

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 22 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 22]

A Prophetic Portrait of the Cross

For the Pure and Shining One

David’s song of anguish

For the worship leader. A song of David to the tune “Deer of the Dawn.”

My God, my God, why have You turned Your back on me?

Your ears are deaf to my groans.

O my God, I cry all day and You are silent;

my tears in the night bring no relief.

Still, You are holy;

You make Your home on the praises of Israel.

Our mothers and fathers trusted in You;

they trusted, and You rescued them.

They cried out to You for help and were spared;

they trusted in You and were vindicated.

But I am a worm and not a human being,

a disgrace and an object of scorn.

Everyone who sees me laughs at me;

they whisper to one another I’m a loser; they sneer and mock me, saying,

“He relies on the Eternal; let the Eternal rescue him

and keep him safe because He is happy with him.”

But You are the One who granted me life;

You endowed me with trust as I nursed at my mother’s breast.

I was dedicated to You at birth;

You’ve been my God from my mother’s womb.

Stay close to me—

trouble is at my door;

no one else can help me.

I’m surrounded by many tormenters;

like strong bulls of Bashan, they circle around me with their taunts.

They open their mouths wide at me

like ravenous, roaring lions.

My life is poured out like water,

and all my bones have slipped out of joint.

My heart melts like wax inside me.

My strength is gone, dried up like shards of pottery;

my dry tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;

You lay me in the dust of death.

A throng of evil ones has surrounded me

like a pack of wild dogs;

They pierced my hands and ripped a hole in my feet.

I count all my bones;

people gawk and stare at me.

They make a game out of dividing my clothes among themselves;

they cast lots for the clothes on my back.

But You, O Eternal, stay close;

O You, my help, hurry to my side.

Save my life from violence,

my sweet life from the teeth of the wild dog.

Rescue me from the mouth of the lion.

From the horns of the wild oxen, You responded to my plea.

I will speak Your Name to my brothers and sisters

when I praise You in the midst of the community.

You who revere the Eternal, praise Him—

descendants of Jacob, worship Him;

be struck with wonder before Him, all you children of Israel.

He’s not put off

by the suffering of the suffering one;

He doesn’t pretend He hasn’t seen him;

when he pleaded for help, He listened.

You stir my praise in the great assembly;

I will fulfill my vows before those who humble their hearts before Him.

Those who are suffering will eat and be nourished;

those who seek Him will praise the Eternal.

May your hearts beat strong forever!

Those from the farthest reaches of the earth will remember

and turn back to look for the Eternal;

All the families of the nations

will worship You.

The Eternal owns the world;

He exercises His gentle rule over all the nations.

All the wealthy of the world will eat and worship;

all those who fall in the dust will bow before Him,

even the life that is headed to the grave.

Our children will serve Him;

future generations will hear the story of how the Lord rescued us.

They will tell the generations to come

of the righteousness of the Lord,

of what He has done.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 22 (The Voice)

[Psalm 33]

Release your heart’s joy in sweet music to the Eternal.

When the upright passionately sing glory-filled songs to Him, everything is in its right place.

Worship the Eternal with your instruments, strings offering their praise;

write awe-filled songs to Him on the 10-stringed harp.

Sing to Him a new song;

play each the best way you can,

and don’t be afraid to be bold with your joyful feelings.

For the word of the Eternal is perfect and true;

His actions are always faithful and right.

He loves virtue and equity;

the Eternal’s love fills the whole earth.

The unfathomable cosmos came into being at the word of the Eternal’s imagination, a solitary voice in endless darkness.

The breath of His mouth whispered the sea of stars into existence.

He gathers every drop of every ocean as in a jar,

securing the ocean depths as His watery treasure.

Let all people stand in awe of the Eternal;

let every man, woman, and child live in wonder of Him.

For He spoke, and all things came into being.

A single command from His lips, and all creation obeyed and stood its ground.

The Eternal cripples the schemes of the other nations;

He impedes the plans of rival peoples.

The Eternal’s purposes will last to the end of time;

the thoughts of His heart will awaken and stir all generations.

The nation whose True God is the Eternal is truly blessed;

fortunate are all whom He chooses to inherit His legacy.

The Eternal peers down from heaven

and watches all of humanity;

He observes every soul

from His divine residence.

He has formed every human heart, breathing life into every human spirit;

He knows the deeds of each person, inside and out.

A king is not delivered by the might of his army.

Even the strongest warrior is not saved by his own strength.

A horse is not the way to victory;

its great strength cannot rescue.

Listen, the eye of the Eternal is upon those who live in awe of Him,

those who hope in His steadfast love,

That He may save them from the darkness of the grave

and be kept alive during the lean seasons.

We live with hope in the Eternal. We wait for Him,

for He is our Divine Help and Impenetrable Shield.

Our hearts erupt with joy in Him

because we trust His holy name.

O Eternal, drench us with Your endless love,

even now as we wait for You.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 33 (The Voice)

[Psalm 53]

For the worship leader. A contemplative song of David. A song for the dance.

The foolish are convinced deep down that there is no God.

Their souls are polluted, and they commit gross injustice.

Not one of them does good.

From heaven the one True God examines the earth

to see if any understand the big picture,

if any seek to know the True God.

All have turned back to their wicked ways; they’ve become totally perverse.

Not one of them does good,

not even one.

Do the wicked relish their ignorance,

the wicked ones who consume My people as if they were bread

and fail to call upon the True God?

They trembled with great fear,

though they’d never been afraid before,

Because the True God ravaged the bones of those who rose against you.

You humiliated them because the True God spat them out.

Oh, that the liberation of Israel would come out of Zion!

When the True God reclaims His people,

let Jacob celebrate; let Israel rejoice.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 53 (The Voice)

[dfroza]

Today’s reading from the ancient books of Proverbs and Psalms

for April 22 of 2021 with Proverbs 22 and Psalm 22, accompanied by Psalm 34 for the 34th day of Spring and Psalm 112 for day 112 of the year

[Proverbs 22]

[How to Live a Life of Wisdom]

A beautiful reputation is more to be desired than great riches,

and to be esteemed by others is more honorable

than to own immense investments.

The rich and the poor have one thing in common:

the Lord God created each one.

A prudent person with insight foresees danger coming

and prepares himself for it.

But the senseless rush blindly forward

and suffer the consequences.

Laying your life down in tender surrender before the Lord

will bring life, prosperity, and honor as your reward.

Twisted and perverse lives are surrounded by demonic influence.

If you value your soul, stay far away from them.

Dedicate your children to God

and point them in the way that they should go,

and the values they’ve learned from you will be with them for life.

If you borrow money with interest,

you’ll end up serving the interests of your creditors,

for the rich rule over the poor.

Sin is a seed that brings a harvest;

you’ll reap a heap of trouble with every seed you plant.

For your investment in sins pays a full return—

the full punishment you deserve!

When you are generous to the poor,

you are enriched with blessings in return.

Say goodbye to a troublemaker and you’ll say goodbye

to quarrels, strife, tension, and arguments,

for a troublemaker traffics in shame.

The Lord loves those whose hearts are holy,

and he is the friend of those whose ways are pure.

God passionately watches over

his deep reservoir of revelation-knowledge,

but he subverts the lies of those who pervert the truth.

A slacker always has an excuse for not working—

like “I can’t go to work. There’s a lion outside!

And murderers too!”

Sex with an adulteress is like falling into the abyss.

Those under God’s curse jump right in to their own destruction.

Although rebellion is woven into a young man’s heart,

tough discipline can make him into a man.

There are two kinds of people headed toward poverty:

those who exploit the poor

and those who bribe the rich.

[Sayings of the Wise Sages]

Listen carefully and open your heart.

Drink in the wise revelation that I impart.

You’ll become winsome and wise

when you treasure the beauty of my words.

And always be prepared to share them at the appropriate time.

For I’m releasing these words to you this day,

yes, even to you, so that your living hope

will be found in God alone,

for he is the only one who is always true.

Pay attention to these excellent sayings of three-fold things.

For within my words you will discover true and reliable revelation.

They will give you serenity so that you can reveal

the truth of the word of the one who sends you.

Never oppress the poor

or pass laws with the motive of crushing the weak.

For the Lord will rise to plead their case

and humiliate the one who humiliates the poor.

Walk away from an angry man

or you’ll embrace a snare in your soul

by becoming bad-tempered just like him.

Why would you ever guarantee a loan for someone else

or promise to be responsible for someone’s debts?

For if you fail to pay you could lose your shirt!

The previous generation has set boundaries in place.

Don’t you dare move them just to benefit yourself.

If you are uniquely gifted in your work,

you will rise and be promoted.

You won’t be held back—

you’ll stand before kings!

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 22 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 22]

Jesus prayed this individual lament from the cross (Matthew 27:46; Mark 15:34). Though it begins with a sense of abandonment, it ends on a triumphant note.

For the worship leader. A song of David to the tune “Deer of the Dawn.”

My God, my God, why have You turned Your back on me?

Your ears are deaf to my groans.

O my God, I cry all day and You are silent;

my tears in the night bring no relief.

Still, You are holy;

You make Your home on the praises of Israel.

Our mothers and fathers trusted in You;

they trusted, and You rescued them.

They cried out to You for help and were spared;

they trusted in You and were vindicated.

But I am a worm and not a human being,

a disgrace and an object of scorn.

Everyone who sees me laughs at me;

they whisper to one another I’m a loser; they sneer and mock me, saying,

“He relies on the Eternal; let the Eternal rescue him

and keep him safe because He is happy with him.”

But You are the One who granted me life;

You endowed me with trust as I nursed at my mother’s breast.

I was dedicated to You at birth;

You’ve been my God from my mother’s womb.

Stay close to me—

trouble is at my door;

no one else can help me.

I’m surrounded by many tormenters;

like strong bulls of Bashan, they circle around me with their taunts.

They open their mouths wide at me

like ravenous, roaring lions.

My life is poured out like water,

and all my bones have slipped out of joint.

My heart melts like wax inside me.

My strength is gone, dried up like shards of pottery;

my dry tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;

You lay me in the dust of death.

A throng of evil ones has surrounded me

like a pack of wild dogs;

They pierced my hands and ripped a hole in my feet.

I count all my bones;

people gawk and stare at me.

They make a game out of dividing my clothes among themselves;

they cast lots for the clothes on my back.

But You, O Eternal, stay close;

O You, my help, hurry to my side.

Save my life from violence,

my sweet life from the teeth of the wild dog.

Rescue me from the mouth of the lion.

From the horns of the wild oxen, You responded to my plea.

I will speak Your Name to my brothers and sisters

when I praise You in the midst of the community.

You who revere the Eternal, praise Him—

descendants of Jacob, worship Him;

be struck with wonder before Him, all you children of Israel.

He’s not put off

by the suffering of the suffering one;

He doesn’t pretend He hasn’t seen him;

when he pleaded for help, He listened.

You stir my praise in the great assembly;

I will fulfill my vows before those who humble their hearts before Him.

Those who are suffering will eat and be nourished;

those who seek Him will praise the Eternal.

May your hearts beat strong forever!

Those from the farthest reaches of the earth will remember

and turn back to look for the Eternal;

All the families of the nations

will worship You.

The Eternal owns the world;

He exercises His gentle rule over all the nations.

All the wealthy of the world will eat and worship;

all those who fall in the dust will bow before Him,

even the life that is headed to the grave.

Our children will serve Him;

future generations will hear the story of how the Lord rescued us.

They will tell the generations to come

of the righteousness of the Lord,

of what He has done.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 22 (The Voice)

[Psalm 34]

I bless God every chance I get;

my lungs expand with his praise.

I live and breathe God;

if things aren’t going well, hear this and be happy:

Join me in spreading the news;

together let’s get the word out.

God met me more than halfway,

he freed me from my anxious fears.

Look at him; give him your warmest smile.

Never hide your feelings from him.

When I was desperate, I called out,

and God got me out of a tight spot.

God’s angel sets up a circle

of protection around us while we pray.

Open your mouth and taste, open your eyes and see—

how good God is.

Blessed are you who run to him.

Worship God if you want the best;

worship opens doors to all his goodness.

Young lions on the prowl get hungry,

but God-seekers are full of God.

Come, children, listen closely;

I’ll give you a lesson in God worship.

Who out there has a lust for life?

Can’t wait each day to come upon beauty?

Guard your tongue from profanity,

and no more lying through your teeth.

Turn your back on sin; do something good.

Embrace peace—don’t let it get away!

God keeps an eye on his friends,

his ears pick up every moan and groan.

God won’t put up with rebels;

he’ll cull them from the pack.

Is anyone crying for help? God is listening,

ready to rescue you.

If your heart is broken, you’ll find God right there;

if you’re kicked in the gut, he’ll help you catch your breath.

Disciples so often get into trouble;

still, God is there every time.

He’s your bodyguard, shielding every bone;

not even a finger gets broken.

The wicked commit slow suicide;

they waste their lives hating the good.

God pays for each slave’s freedom;

no one who runs to him loses out.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 34 (The Message)

[Psalm 112]

Hallelujah!

Blessed man, blessed woman, who fear God,

Who cherish and relish his commandments,

Their children robust on the earth,

And the homes of the upright—how blessed!

Their houses brim with wealth

And a generosity that never runs dry.

Sunrise breaks through the darkness for good people—

God’s grace and mercy and justice!

The good person is generous and lends lavishly;

No shuffling or stumbling around for this one,

But a sterling and solid and lasting reputation.

Unfazed by rumor and gossip,

Heart ready, trusting in God,

Spirit firm, unperturbed,

Ever blessed, relaxed among enemies,

They lavish gifts on the poor—

A generosity that goes on, and on, and on.

An honored life! A beautiful life!

Someone wicked takes one look and rages,

Blusters away but ends up speechless.

There’s nothing to the dreams of the wicked. Nothing.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 112 (The Message)

[dfroza]

Today’s reading from the ancient books of Proverbs and Psalms

for monday, february 22 of 2021 with Proverbs 22 and Psalm 22, accompanied by Psalm 64 for the 64th day of Winter and Psalm 53 for day 53 of the year

[Psalm 22]

A Prophetic Portrait of the Cross

For the worship leader. A song of David to the tune “Deer of the Dawn.”

My God, my God, why have You turned Your back on me?

Your ears are deaf to my groans.

O my God, I cry all day and You are silent;

my tears in the night bring no relief.

Still, You are holy;

You make Your home on the praises of Israel.

Our mothers and fathers trusted in You;

they trusted, and You rescued them.

They cried out to You for help and were spared;

they trusted in You and were vindicated.

But I am a worm and not a human being,

a disgrace and an object of scorn.

Everyone who sees me laughs at me;

they whisper to one another I’m a loser; they sneer and mock me, saying,

“He relies on the Eternal; let the Eternal rescue him

and keep him safe because He is happy with him.”

But You are the One who granted me life;

You endowed me with trust as I nursed at my mother’s breast.

I was dedicated to You at birth;

You’ve been my God from my mother’s womb.

Stay close to me—

trouble is at my door;

no one else can help me.

I’m surrounded by many tormenters;

like strong bulls of Bashan, they circle around me with their taunts.

They open their mouths wide at me

like ravenous, roaring lions.

My life is poured out like water,

and all my bones have slipped out of joint.

My heart melts like wax inside me.

My strength is gone, dried up like shards of pottery;

my dry tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;

You lay me in the dust of death.

A throng of evil ones has surrounded me

like a pack of wild dogs;

They pierced my hands and ripped a hole in my feet.

I count all my bones;

people gawk and stare at me.

They make a game out of dividing my clothes among themselves;

they cast lots for the clothes on my back.

But You, O Eternal, stay close;

O You, my help, hurry to my side.

Save my life from violence,

my sweet life from the teeth of the wild dog.

Rescue me from the mouth of the lion.

From the horns of the wild oxen, You responded to my plea.

I will speak Your Name to my brothers and sisters

when I praise You in the midst of the community.

You who revere the Eternal, praise Him—

descendants of Jacob, worship Him;

be struck with wonder before Him, all you children of Israel.

He’s not put off

by the suffering of the suffering one;

He doesn’t pretend He hasn’t seen him;

when he pleaded for help, He listened.

You stir my praise in the great assembly;

I will fulfill my vows before those who humble their hearts before Him.

Those who are suffering will eat and be nourished;

those who seek Him will praise the Eternal.

May your hearts beat strong forever!

Those from the farthest reaches of the earth will remember

and turn back to look for the Eternal;

All the families of the nations

will worship You.

The Eternal owns the world;

He exercises His gentle rule over all the nations.

All the wealthy of the world will eat and worship;

all those who fall in the dust will bow before Him,

even the life that is headed to the grave.

Our children will serve Him;

future generations will hear the story of how the Lord rescued us.

They will tell the generations to come

of the righteousness of the Lord,

of what He has done.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 22 (The Voice)

[Psalm 64]

For the worship leader. A song of David.

O True God, hear my voice! Listen to my complaint!

Guard my life; keep me safe from my enemy’s threats.

Hide me from the sinful circle that conspires against me,

from the band of rebels out to make trouble,

Who sharpen their tongues into swords,

who take aim with poisonous words like arrows.

They hide in the shadows and shoot at the innocent;

they shoot at them without warning and without any fear.

They persist in their evil purpose

and plan in secret to lay their traps.

And they say, “Who will see them?”

They plot their offense with precision and say,

“Now we have the perfect crime.”

The human heart and mind are deep and complex.

But without hesitation the True God will shoot at them;

His arrow will surely wound them.

He will use their very own words to bring them to destruction;

all who see will be appalled at what happens to them.

Then everyone will fear the True God;

they will proclaim His deeds

and will reflect upon all He has done.

The righteous will delight in the Eternal

and will take shelter in Him.

All those with an honest heart will glorify Him!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 64 (The Voice)

[Psalm 53]

For the worship leader. A contemplative song of David. A song for the dance.

The foolish are convinced deep down that there is no God.

Their souls are polluted, and they commit gross injustice.

Not one of them does good.

From heaven the one True God examines the earth

to see if any understand the big picture,

if any seek to know the True God.

All have turned back to their wicked ways; they’ve become totally perverse.

Not one of them does good,

not even one.

Do the wicked relish their ignorance,

the wicked ones who consume My people as if they were bread

and fail to call upon the True God?

They trembled with great fear,

though they’d never been afraid before,

Because the True God ravaged the bones of those who rose against you.

You humiliated them because the True God spat them out.

Oh, that the liberation of Israel would come out of Zion!

When the True God reclaims His people,

let Jacob celebrate; let Israel rejoice.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 53 (The Voice)

[Proverbs 22]

A beautiful reputation is more to be desired than great riches,

and to be esteemed by others is more honorable

than to own immense investments.

The rich and the poor have one thing in common:

the Lord God created each one.

A prudent person with insight foresees danger coming

and prepares himself for it.

But the senseless rush blindly forward

and suffer the consequences.

Laying your life down in tender surrender before the Lord

will bring life, prosperity, and honor as your reward.

Twisted and perverse lives are surrounded by demonic influence.

If you value your soul, stay far away from them.

Dedicate your children to God

and point them in the way that they should go,

and the values they’ve learned from you will be with them for life.

If you borrow money with interest,

you’ll end up serving the interests of your creditors,

for the rich rule over the poor.

Sin is a seed that brings a harvest;

you’ll reap a heap of trouble with every seed you plant.

For your investment in sins pays a full return—

the full punishment you deserve!

When you are generous to the poor,

you are enriched with blessings in return.

Say goodbye to a troublemaker and you’ll say goodbye

to quarrels, strife, tension, and arguments,

for a troublemaker traffics in shame.

The Lord loves those whose hearts are holy,

and he is the friend of those whose ways are pure.

God passionately watches over

his deep reservoir of revelation-knowledge,

but he subverts the lies of those who pervert the truth.

A slacker always has an excuse for not working—

like “I can’t go to work. There’s a lion outside!

And murderers too!”

Sex with an adulteress is like falling into the abyss.

Those under God’s curse jump right in to their own destruction.

Although rebellion is woven into a young man’s heart,

tough discipline can make him into a man.

There are two kinds of people headed toward poverty:

those who exploit the poor

and those who bribe the rich.

[Sayings of the Wise Sages]

Listen carefully and open your heart.

Drink in the wise revelation that I impart.

You’ll become winsome and wise

when you treasure the beauty of my words.

And always be prepared to share them at the appropriate time.

For I’m releasing these words to you this day,

yes, even to you, so that your living hope

will be found in God alone,

for he is the only one who is always true.

Pay attention to these excellent sayings of three-fold things.

For within my words you will discover true and reliable revelation.

They will give you serenity so that you can reveal

the truth of the word of the one who sends you.

Never oppress the poor

or pass laws with the motive of crushing the weak.

For the Lord will rise to plead their case

and humiliate the one who humiliates the poor.

Walk away from an angry man

or you’ll embrace a snare in your soul

by becoming bad-tempered just like him.

Why would you ever guarantee a loan for someone else

or promise to be responsible for his debts?

For if you fail to pay you could lose your shirt!

The previous generation has set boundaries in place.

Don’t you dare move them just to benefit yourself.

If you are uniquely gifted in your work,

you will rise and be promoted.

You won’t be held back—

you’ll stand before kings!

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 22 (The Passion Translation)