#the moment--the MOMENT--my door is open she makes a mad dash to get inside

[kachulein]

I guess my dream is quite long and detailed... I reached all 30 tags so I'll finish it off below the cut:

(Also TW: violence/murder for both the tags and below the cut)

He addressed me as Kitty or Kitten and basically treated and talked to me as if I was a cat and he had no bigger joys in life than to "play" with me now.

Me cowering in the corner was even more ironic now because the dynamic man versus cat was kind of established that way

At this point my brain was going into overdrive - how was I supposed to get out of this alive? The only chance I had was to catch him by surprise, sneak around him and escape through the door, so that's what I tried when I felt as if the right moment had come

I quickly got up and dashed around him, he turned in surprise but managed to hold on to me and drag me back before I had been able to fully exit the room

Now I was pressed up against his side and he was making even more snide and disgusting/creepy/predatory comments, really enjoying the thought of me as a human "kitty cat" and anticipating the moment in which he could take my last breath away

He started strangling me with his hands, I'm not sure if he also injured me with a weapon, I only remember how my neck was very bloody afterwards - especially on one side, so he might've injured me there with a knife

But at that point, that wasn't important to me as I was gasping for air and trying my best to make my struggle be heard and scream in some way, shape, or form

I think it was successful as I heard someone running up the stairs while I started getting dizzier with every second, my system screaming for oxygen while I was struggling against his hold

Suddenly, though, the door slammed open and it revealed my cousin standing there, a furious spark of anger in his eyes

He didn't hesitate one bit when he flung himself at the guy, tore him away from me and fell on the bed right next to us with him

Then I only saw him hovering over the guy, taking out a knife and stabbing and slitting his throat, blood splattering out and covering the sheets as the guy's body went limp

It was finally over, I had survived, and my cousin had saved me

When the police arrived we were like "y'all couldn't have come here a bit sooner??"

I met the woman/girlfriend again, she was taken away in handcuffs, looking saddened

As she passed by me she told me she really loved him even though she never liked what he'd done to other people (not just those he murdered, but also the mistreatment of others, etc.)

I asked her if he had been abusive towards her, too, but she told me that he had always been the most amazing and sweetest guy to her and she never had to fear he'd do anything bad to her

I was glad to hear that, I told her that I was sorry it had to end like this and we parted ways on kinda good terms, so to say ???

When I got home I finally had a chance to examine my condition and potential injuries (apparently I wasn't brought to a doctor or hospital?)

My neck definitely had marks on it and you could tell someone had tried to strangle me to death, and then I also found the blood stain on the left side of my neck

But I couldn't recall a moment in which I was injured there, so I thought that I hadn't noticed it while I was almost killed :'))

and then I woke up-

Reblog and put in the tags a dream you had that seems like you're making it up when describing it but it's something you genuinely dreamed.

[cameronspecial]

Let Me In, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Having a Stomach Ache and Being on The Toilet

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: Y/N isn't feeling well and Rafe can't accept that she doesn't want him in the room.

Masterlist

Whatever Y/N ate has been wreaking havoc on her stomach. She came back home from shopping with Daisy and she had to make a mad dash to the bathroom. That was half an hour ago. She has been on and off the toilet the whole time and this is now her fourth go. Her posture is horrendous as she hunches over with her hand on her stomach. It is the only position that gives some sort of relief from the stabbing pain. It’s been a few minutes since anything has come out, but she is worried if she gets off the seat, it will start back up again. Tears start to well in Y/N’s eyes because she has never felt this type of ache before. Her period cramps are bad, yet manageable with ibuprofen. Something tells her the medicine isn’t going to help her at the moment. 

Rafe pushes the unlocked door open with ease, even with his hands full. He flicks his head in greeting Dylan, who is watching TV. “Is Angel back from the mall yet?” he asks his frat brother. Dylan nods, “Yeah. Although, she’s been really quiet and holed up in your room the whole time. She hasn’t come down to get a snack or anything like she normally does.” “Perfect. I got her a chocolate chip muffin on my way home from class. Thanks for telling me. I’ll go check on her,” he states, heading upstairs to his room. 

Y/N can hear the keypad of the door from inside the bathroom and squeezes her eyes shut. She leans over to lock the bathroom door. Rafe will insist on coming in when he finds out she is in there because they are the type of couple, who is comfortable with doing that; however, the smell she has created in the room is not one she wants to subject Rafe to. His knock reverberates around the room before she can hear the wiggle of the doorknob. “Angel, the door is locked. Can you open it so I can come in please?” Rafe calls out from the other side. She grimaces as another pang shoots through her abdomen, “I’m on the toilet, so no.” “Come on, Angel. It’s nothing I’ve never seen before. I want to tell you about my day,” he points out. 

“Well, I want my privacy. So… no, you can’t come in.”

Usually, he would respect her wishes, except that he can hear the strain in her voice, which concerns him. Either she is hiding something or sh,” he orders, trying the door handle again. Y/Ne is hurt and he likes neither of those options. “Let me in, Angel sighs, “I can’t because.” “Why not?” he inquires. She rubs her stomach to soothe herself, “I’m scared if I open this door, you won’t love me anymore.”

“And why would you think that? Nothing you do could make that happen, Angel.”

“It’s just… My tummy is hurting a lot and the smell in the room right now is not very pleasant. I don’t want to subject you to that, so maybe wait until I’m done to tell me about your day. I really do want to hear about it, I promise.” 

“Angel, if you are feeling sick, then I should be in there comforting you. I promise that whatever it is like in there will not make me stop loving you. Nothing could do that.”

“You promise?”

“Yes. Now, can you let me in please?”

Y/N exhales in relief and unlocks the door. He pushes the handle down, entering without a second thought. Embarrassment runs through her when she notices the small scrunch on his face. He is quick to wipe any emotion from his facial features as he rushes to her side. He squats near the toilet and takes her hand into his. “You don’t have to stay. I know this isn’t the most pleasant environment,” she whispers, wanting to die a little bit inside from the humiliation. He runs his thumb over her knuckles, “It’s not that bad. I live in a frat. I have smelt and seen worse. Don’t worry about it. You are in pain and you need me, so I’m going to be right here for as long as you need.” Globs of water stream down her face. “Thank you. I really don’t deserve you,” she mumbles, resting her forehead against his. Rafe kisses her hairline, “This is the least you deserve, Angel. And I’m going to make sure you are treated like a queen.”

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

[msmk11]

Five More Minutes

Finnick Odair x fem!reader

WC: 1.5k

CW: Fluff, angst, the games, illusions to death

Summary: Five more minutes. A phrase you say often but only now really mean.

Day 16 of mk’s mad dash

The cold waves crash against your legs as you run through the water away from Finnick. Two person tag is pointless, really, but at the young age of eight, practicality is not an important thing on your mind. You’re still at the age where you’re similar in height and strength to the blonde, so you pretty easily outrun his attempts at tagging you.

“Wah, wah, you can’t catch me Finny!” You tease, sticking your tongue out.

“I told you not to call me that!” he yells, a pout growing on his face.

By the way his brows furrow in concentration, you can tell that your best friend is more determined than ever to catch you.

You run back up onto the shore, your feet sinking into the wet sand beneath you.

“Hey guys!” A voice shouts distantly.

You stop running and look up to see Finnick’s mother at the back door.

“It’s time to come inside my loves, dinner is ready!”

Just when you’re about to respond, a cold wet hand presses your arm.

“Tag, you’re it!”

Finnick stands beside you, golden hair windblown and wearing a big smirk.

“Not fair!” You shout back, betrayal written all over your face, “the game was obviously paused.”

“Never said so,” Finnick answers, arms crossed bossily.

“I’m gonna get you!”

You look back at Finnick’s mom, “five more minutes!”

*****

“Five more minutes.”

You look up at Mrs. Odair standing next to you, arms crossed and an anxious expression on her face that she absolutely cannot hide from you.

“Five more minutes,” you agree, reaching out and squeezing her arm gently.

Five more minutes. Five more minutes until Finnick would finally arrive home from the Capitol.

Finnick. Your Finny. The Capitol’s newest Victor. The youngest too, winning at the young age of only fourteen.

After being gone for weeks, you’d finally get to see him again. You’d finally be able to rest easy, knowing that he’s alive, safe, and within walking distance.

You hear it before you see it- the horn of the large, silver train warning everyone to back away from the railway. As it glides smoothly into the station, your stomach erupts in anxious butterflies, equal parts eager and nervous to see Finnick after all this time.

The train door slides open and the first person to step out is Finnick’s mentor, Mags. But then, there he comes, your best friend.

It seems the entirety of District Four is crammed into the small train station awaiting Finnick’s return, so the whole platform erupts into cheers at the sight of him exiting the train.

Finnick, ever the charmer, immediately puts on his best smile, waving to the crowd. Though you know a lot of it is an act, you can tell a part of him is genuinely happy to be home surrounded by his neighbors and friends.

His smile turns fully genuine, however, when he sees his parents and you waiting for him near the front of the platform. Finnick runs straight into his mother’s arms. Though he already towers over her, he looks so small at this moment, relieved to be back with his mama after all the trauma he had faced. When he pulls away, he gives his dad a hug too and then turns to you. If possible, his smile grows even wider and he opens his arms to you. You run straight into his arms at full force and he catches you, barely even stumbling under your weight.

You bury your face in his neck, “Welcome back, Finny.”

*****

You’re already ready to kill someone and the games haven’t even started yet. Interviews, in front of millions of people, are starting soon, and you’ve never felt more uncomfortable. You aren’t against dressing nice, but as a sixteen year old girl from the districts, you’re certainly against dressing uncomfortably and so lavishly. The big, poofy, blue gown you’re wearing is supposed to resemble the ocean, but you’re sure your stylist has gotten it all wrong. One is pleasant and good and makes you happy, the other is a stupid-ass dress with itchy fabric.

Luckily, your team has at least given you a few minutes alone before your interviews to collect yourself.

There’s a soft knock on the door and before you can even respond, it’s opening and closing quickly. Finnick is upon you in a second, arms wrapped around your waist and his chest flush against yours.

“Finnick,” you sigh, “what’re you doing here? I thought mentors weren’t allowed to be back here before the interviews?”

He pulls away a little and gives you a wink, “perks of being the Capitol’s Darling.”

You roll your eyes and scoff at him, but secretly you’re grateful for his status in the Capitol. Without his unwavering support at your side every second of your games journey so far, you certainly would’ve cracked. You’re not sure how you’re gonna fare in the arena.

Finnick looks you up and down, “you look….”

“Like an idiot?”

“No,” the blonde says, suddenly very serious, “You look beautiful, really. Though I suppose you always are.”

“Finn-“

You’re interrupted by the door opening. A backstage assistant peeks their head in the room, “you’re on in ten.”

When the door shuts, Finnick squeezes your waist gently, “okay, we should probably go.”

You stop him before he can pull away, “wait! Five more minutes, please.”

Finnick nods and pulls you impossibly tighter, resting his forehead against yours. As you stare into his seafoam colored eyes, a wave of calm overcomes you.

You’re so close that your breaths intermingle, and your stomach does a flip.

“Finnick-“

But you don’t need to say anything else, because his lips are already on yours.

*****

Even though Finnick never has to work another day in his life if he doesn’t want to, he’s still up and off to the docks every day before the sun even rises. It’s a habit of his you used to admire, maybe selfishly so, because he always showed up on your doorstep after a morning on the water with some sort of gift or breakfast in hand. But now, now that you and Finnick live together, you hate it. Even though you’re happy he’s doing something he enjoys, you, again, selfishly, want to keep him in bed a little longer.

When you feel him start to stir next to you, you instantly whine into his bare chest.

“Where are you going?”

Finnick’s strong arms squeeze you tightly, “gotta get up and head to the docks, sweetheart, you know this.”

“No,” you moan tiredly, “stay here.”

Your boyfriend places a soft kiss to the crown of your head and mumbles into your hair, “you know I can’t. Gotta work.”

You open your heavy eyes and look up at him, chin still resting on his muscled chest, “but you don’t have to. You could stay here and lay with me.”

Finnick sighs and you know he feels bad, but you also know you won’t change his mind. You find his stubbornness endearing, even if it works against you sometimes.

“Sweetheart, I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

You huff dejectedly, “fine. But will you at least lay with me for five more minutes?”

The blonde pushes a strand of hair out of your face, “okay, pretty girl, five more minutes.”

The squeal of delight that escapes you makes your boyfriend chuckle, and you wrap yourself around him like a baby koala bear.

You look up at his pretty smile and long, soft eyelashes and place a soft kiss to his jaw, “Thank you, my love.”

*****

Much like all the mornings before, you cling to your husband tightly as you two lay in bed, preparing to face the day ahead.

But nothing about this morning is typical.

Instead of contentment you feel fear, instead of rested you feel restless, and instead of Finnick being eager to start his day, he clings to you just as tightly, head buried in your chest listening to the beating of your heart.

You mindlessly run your fingers through your lover’s curls, the only thing keeping you from completely breaking down.

Today is the day of the quarter quell. A day you never thought would come- when you have to enter the arena again. Even worse- when Finnick has to enter the arena again.

You’re still in shock over it all, and you can’t help the bitterness you feel towards the “girl on fire” for putting you and Finnick in this position again. Still, you try to keep your husband’s words in mind- it’s all for the revolution.

Only time will tell if you two would make it out alive.

Finnick’s rustling startles you from your daze and you look down at him, watching as he glances towards the clock on the nightstand.

“We probably should-“

“No.”

You pull Finnick towards your face, “just five more minutes, okay?”

Five more minutes. A phrase you’ve said countless times, but only now really mean in the face of death.

Five more minutes to hold your husband. To kiss him. To love him in the security of your bed. To pretend that the world doesn’t wait outside your door.

*****

Oh what you’d do for five more minutes.

[q-gorgeous]

Not the Lab

fanfiction

ao3

word count: 7184

No one knows au except dash baxter @xscarletsakurax

warning: dissection, scalpels, its not a very graphic description tho

hehehehhehehe

Danny opened the door and was met with a broad chest. His eyes raised and he met Dash’s gaze. He was leaning against the door frame and was staring down at Danny.

“What do you want, Dash?”

“I’m here for my tutoring session with your sister. Let me in.”

Danny blocked Dash’s step forward. “She’s not even home.”

“Oh.” Dash looked away. “I guess I got the day wrong. Again.”

“Yeah.” Danny stared at him. 

Dash looked back up at Danny. “Do you care if I still come in and just work on my homework? Jazz is great at answering my questions when I don’t understand something but she’s also mostly there to redirect me when I lose focus. This place has good learning energy.” Dash gestured with his hands in a big circle.

Danny watched him for a few moments before sighing. “Fine. But if you start messing with anything in here you have to leave.”

Dash nodded. “I’ll just be in the kitchen like when I’m with Jazz.” He walked in and turned back to look at Danny before he walked into the kitchen. “Did you want to work on your homework with me too?”

Danny shrugged and followed behind him. “Might as well. I gotta keep an eye on you if you’re here. Let me just go get my backpack.”

He headed up the stairs and left Dash to walk into the kitchen by himself. He set himself up at his regular spot at the table and started pulling all of his materials out. When he was done he looked up and saw the door to the Fenton’s lab that stared at him every time he was here. 

Just as he was thinking about standing up, Danny walked back into the room with his backpack. 

“What are you starting with?” Danny asked as he rummaged inside his open backpack.

“Math.” Dash replied. “It’s my worst subject so I’d rather get that done first where the learning vibes are good.”

“I guess I’ll start with that too. Then we can ask each other questions if we need to.”

Dash nodded. “That makes sense.”

They sat there for an hour doing their homework and occasionally asking each other about one of the questions in their textbook. They finally finished the assignment and Dash slouched down and leaned his head over the back of the chair. 

“I hate math.”

“Me too.”

They sat in silence for a few more moments before Dash spoke again.

“Want to take a break?” 

He brought his head back up to see Danny staring at him. Danny’s cheeks flushed a little and he snorted. “What would we even do?”

Dash looked over Fenton’s shoulder at the lab again. 

“We could go take a look in your parent’s lab.”

“No!” Danny shouted. 

“Why not?” Dash leaned forward in his seat. “Are they secretly mad scientists experimenting on people down there?”

Danny leveled a stare at him. “No. Other people just aren’t allowed in there. It’s family only.”

Dash leaned back in his seat again and tapped his fingers against his arm. There was no way he’d be able to weasel his way in with that argument.

“What if I invited you to my next party? Would that be enough to let me go downstairs?”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Go to one party? Or not get grounded by my parents? That’s not a difficult decision.”

Dash squinted at Danny and stood up. He started making his way around the table and Danny stood up blocking Dash’s path. 

“You haven’t been able to take me in years.”

“I’ve been taking your shit everyday.”

Dash groaned.

“C’mon, Fentina! Just let me take a peek down in that so-called lab! I just want one little look.”

Danny placed himself between the basement door and Dash. “No. My parents would kill me if I let you down there.”

“What’s the fuss, anyways? You’ve said yourself that none of your parents' inventions even work because ghosts aren’t real. What’s the harm in just one little peek?” Dash bent down to look Danny in the eye. 

“Just because ghosts aren’t real doesn’t mean my parents don’t work with hazardous chemicals. I don’t want you touching something that could burn your skin off or, I don’t know, seal all the orifices in your body closed.” Danny crossed his arms. 

Dash snorted. “Yeah, like they have something like that.”

He tried to go around Danny but he moved so he was still in front of Dash and poked a finger into his chest.

“We’re not going down there.”

Dash grabbed the wrist on the hand that was pointing at him. 

“Don’t you want us to think you’re cool? I wanna see your parents' cool lab. We could even see if we could fix that new invention of theirs. It would make them super happy.”

Danny stared at him for a few moments, studying his face. “If they couldn’t get it to work properly, I don’t see how we’d be able to do it.”

“So does that mean you want to try?” Dash asked with a smile on his face. 

“If it means my parents will be happy afterwards, we can try.”

Finally, Danny turned around and opened the door. 

Dash could tell it was a heavy door. It was made of metal and creaked when it was pushed open. A cold waft of air gusted past them and Dash stared down the stairs over Danny’s shoulder. He flicked a lightswitch and the lights over the stairs flickered on. 

Danny started walking down the stairs and Dash was still for a moment before following behind him. 

“So what’s this new invention of theirs? Some kind of portal?” Dash asked as he studied the metal paneling on the wall.

“Yeah.” Danny responded over his shoulder. “It was supposed to be some kind of ghost portal but when they plugged it in it never turned on. They were really disappointed about it.”

“Do they really believe ghosts are real?” 

Danny shrugged. “They’ve got all these studies and measurements. I have no idea how they’ve gotten all this information but they believe ghosts are the cause of all of it.” 

They stepped down off the bottom step onto the clean, tiled floor. Dash looked around the basement, taking in all the science equipment they had laying around down there. It was very messy, which heavily contrasted what the rest of the house looked like. He figured the Fenton’s would be more neat than this, especially concerning the hazardous materials Danny was talking about before. He can see why Danny was worried about that. There were green splatters everywhere. On every counter and on the table in the center of the room and he even saw it on the door as Danny pushed it closed. 

“Why’s it so messy down here?” Dash asked as he walked further into the lab.

Danny walked over and stood next to him. “One of my chores is to clean the lab and I haven’t had time for it lately.”

Dash shot Danny a look. “Your parents make you clean up their lab?”

Danny shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah.”

“Why are they making you clean up hazardous material? That was an excuse you gave me for why I shouldn’t come down here.”

Danny waved him off. “It doesn’t matter. Besides, I know what I’m doing.”

“If you say so.” Dash went to go look at the mess of items on one of the counters. The green splatters were so vivid. They almost looked like they were glowing. Dash turned and caught a glimpse of what he assumed was the Fenton’s new invention.

“Hey.” Dash nodded his head at the hole in the wall. “What’s that?”

“That’s my parent’s attempt at building a working ghost portal. They don’t know what’s wrong with it.” Danny walked right up to the portal and peered inside. “They said they had an earlier version of this that worked a little better so they thought they had this one right. They’re not sure why it didn’t work.”

“Maybe we can figure it out.” Dash said. “Maybe they overlooked some small detail.” 

“Maybe.” Danny turned back around and walked to the opposite side of the room. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a jumpsuit that looked similar to what his parents always wore. 

“You have matching outfits with your parents?” Dash snickered.

Danny unzipped the zipper. “They’re supposed to help prevent ecto-contamination.”

“Ecto-contamination?”

“Yeah. It comes from ectoplasm.” Danny stuck his legs into the suit. “That’s what ghosts are made out of and produce. That’s what my parents use for their studies.”

“How do they get their ectoplasm?” Dash asked, studying the green splatters again.

Danny shrugged. “I’m not sure. I think they’ve said there’s just more than average residual ectoplasm in Amity Park or something.”

“Oh. Weird.”

“Yeah.”

Danny turned around and Dash held in a snort.

“Ha! What is that?” Dash laughed and pointed at Danny’s chest.

Danny looked down and groaned. He pulled his dad’s face off of his jumpsuit and threw it in the garbage. “Embarrassing.”

Danny walked up to the portal and stood just outside it, staring.

“What do you think is wrong with it?” Dash asked.

“I have no idea.” Danny replied. “I’m hoping it’ll be something fairly obvious though. If it’s too complicated I won’t be able to do much.”

He started walking inside and he looked all around the portal. Dash wasn’t sure what he was looking for, and he was sure Danny didn’t know either. The further in he walked, the darker he got. 

But then everything went wrong.

Dash watched as Danny tripped over something in the portal, and then he heard a soft click. Suddenly the inside of the portal was lighting up and Dash felt his heart fall to his stomach. 

This wasn’t good.

The humming got louder and louder and Dash started running forward.

“Danny!”

A moment later a green light so bright it looked white filled the room and Dash staggered back, shielding his eyes. Danny’s screams filled the room. They were so harrowing and pain filled and it had Dash covering his ears closed instead of covering his eyes. 

He didn’t know how long it lasted for, if it was moments or minutes, but when Dash finally heard something hit the ground, he risked peeking his eyes open. 

When he saw that the bright light was dying down, he opened his eyes the rest of the way and saw Danny laying on the floor in front of him. He looked strange though. 

His hair was now snow white and his jumpsuit had been inverted and was now mostly black. Danny looked like he had burns from the portal but somehow they seemed to be healing themselves back up, even the suit. Danny even looked like he was glowing.

Once the green light disappeared into a swirling vortex, Dash ran forward and dragged Danny away from it. Once he deemed them far enough away, he knelt on the ground and pulled Danny into his lap, his back resting against Dash’s legs.

“Danny.” He shook him. His white hair ruffled back and forth from the movement. “Danny. Wake up. Please.” 

After the last shake, Danny’s eyebrows furrowed and he groaned. He raised a hand to his forehead and pried his eyes open. He looked around for a few moments before his gaze drifted up to Dash.

“Oh, thank god.” Dash whispered. “I thought you were- I don’t even know if you really are- You look so-” Dash cut himself off as he choked up. 

“What do you mean? What happened?”

“You went into the portal in that hazmat suit. You tripped over something and fell into the wall and there must’ve been a button on it or something because everything started glowing this scary green color and then you were screaming. You were screaming so loud.”

Danny rubbed a spot on his hand, a vacant stare in his eyes. 

“Danny, are you okay? You look so different. What if you’re-”

Suddenly a bright ring appeared around Danny’s waist. They both jumped and watched as it split and traveled over his body. Dash thought he would’ve felt something, but it was like the ring wasn’t even touching him even with Danny’s proximity to him. 

When the ring passed over his head and disappeared Danny was left just how he had walked into the portal. 

“You’re-” Dashed started. “You’re back to normal.”

“What happened to me?” Danny whispered, still rubbing the spot on his hand. 

Dash’s heart rate picked up. His chest started rising and falling faster and the room spun a little.

“We have to go get your parents! We don’t even know what this thing did to you. They would-”

Danny sat up and turned. He covered Dash’s mouth with his hand. “We are not telling my parents. We’re not even supposed to be down here.”

He looked at Dash with wide, shaken looking eyes. “My parents would have killed me if they knew I brought you down here. But I don’t know what they’d do to me if they found out what their portal turned me into.”

Dash’s eyes widened and Danny slowly removed his hand from his mouth. 

“I killed you.” He whispered. 

Danny shook his. “Don’t say that.” He whispered back. “I’m not dead. I’m right here.”

Dash ran a hand through his hair. “You died! You stepped out of the portal all glowy and different colors! Then you magical girl transformed!”

“I died but I don’t think I’m dead.” Danny said. “I can still feel my heart beating.”

Dash stopped and looked back up at him. “Really?”

Danny nodded.

“Can I…?” Dash reached a hand out.

Danny nodded again. “It’ll probably help convince you I’m not actually still dead.”

Dash pressed his fingers against Danny’s neck and waited. Then he could feel the soft beats of his heart. He held his hand there for a few more moments before he lowered it.

“What even happened to you?” He whispered.

“I don’t know.”

“What do we do?” Dash asked.

Danny shook his head. “We can’t tell anyone. People would think I’m some sort of freak. And I don’t know what my parents would do.” He looked up at Dash. “This has to stay between us.”

Dash nodded. Who would they tell anyways? No one besides the Fenton’s could really help them. There was no one to turn to. 

Danny groaned. “Help me up.” 

Dash stood and grabbed Danny by the hands and pulled him up. Dash was about to let go when suddenly Danny started sinking through the floor. 

“What the fuck?” Danny shouted panickingly as his feet disappeared into the tiles below them.

Dash kept a tight grip on Danny’s hands. He didn’t want to know what would happen if he let go and Danny disappeared. He pulled Danny up and out of the ground and when Dash set him back down, Danny’s feet were once again solid. 

“Never seen that before.” Dash whispered.

Danny just stared at him. “Thanks Sherlock, me either.”

“How do we stop that from happening?” Dash asked. 

“I don’t know. Maybe-”

A beeping rang throughout the lab and Dash looked around in a panic. Was something about to blow up? Danny wasn’t nearly concerned enough for that. He did look a bit panicked though.

The beeping died down and Dash looked around him again. “What was that?”

“The ‘someone’s in the driveway alert.’ My parents are home.”

Anxiety spiked in Dash’s stomach and he turned to face the stairs. “Why do they-”

“It doesn’t matter. They can’t find us down here.”

Dash grabbed Danny’s hand and pulled him up the stairs. 

They were at the top of the steps when they heard the rattling of the front door knob through the door to the lab. Dash ran up the rest of the way as he pulled Danny behind him. Together they pushed the heavy door closed. They rushed back to their seats and sat down just in time for Danny’s parents to walk in. 

“Hi, Danny!” Maddie called. “How are you- Oh.”

Maddie paused as she walked into the kitchen, gaze landing on Dash. She looked between the two of them and smiled.

“Dash! It’s nice to see you again. I’m glad to see you two hanging out again after all this time.”

Danny’s gaze landed on Dash. “We’re not friends, Mom. He thought his tutoring session with Jazz was today and asked if he could stay and do homework here. He said the house has ‘good learning vibes.’”

“Oh.” Maddie’s smile fell a little and Dash wasn’t sure how to feel about that. “Well, I hope you two still had a good time.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “It’s just homework.”

“Nevertheless, if you two ever need to-”

“Danny-boy!” Jack bellowed as he walked into the kitchen, carrying three cartons of fudge. “They stocked up on your favorite peanut butter fudge!” He thrust them into Danny’s hands.

“Are all three of these one flavor?” Danny asked, flabbergasted. 

“You betcha.” He turned towards the basement door. “Your mother and I are going to start running diagnostics on the portal and try to figure out why it didn’t turn on.”

He opened the door and started walking down the stairs. 

“Wish us luck!” Maddie called to them before she followed behind him and closed the door. 

Dash stared at it for a moment. “How do you think they’d feel if they knew they just hadn’t actually turned it on.” 

“I’m sure it’s just a new addition on a long list of oversights.” Danny said. He stood up from the table and staggered, holding his head.

“Are you okay?” Dash asked. 

“I’ve got a killer headache. And my head feels like it’s spinning.”

“Will you be-”

Danny shook his head. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. You should go before my parents pull us back down into the lab to show us that the ghost portal miraculously started working.”

Danny’s screams rang in his head again. He wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to step foot down in that lab again.

“Yeah. I should be heading home anyways.”

Dash packed up his backpack and slung it onto his shoulder. Danny walked him to the door and opened it.

“See you tomorrow?” Dash asked.

“Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow.” Danny replied and closed it behind him once he walked out. 

Dash stared at the door for a moment before he turned around and walked down the stairs to the sidewalk. 

He took a deep breath and gripped his shaking hands onto his backpack straps. 

Danny died today. Danny died and they didn’t have any answers. Danny died and it was Dash’s fault for insisting they go into the basement. How could he ever face him again? 

The walk from Danny’s house to Dash’s felt way too short. Almost as if he blinked and suddenly he was home. 

Maybe if he went to sleep he’d wake up and find out this was all a bad dream. Maybe he could pretend that none of this actually happened. 

He quietly unlocked and opened his front door, closing it behind him. He quietly made his way up the stairs to his room and dropped his backpack on the floor before collapsing into bed. 

He hoped none of this would be real when he woke up. 

~~~~~~~~

Dash wanted to go back to bed.

Dash wasn’t sure he had even wanted to go to school today. His stomach was still roiling and he didn’t want to find out if Danny had actually died yesterday. Maybe he had just imagined the whole thing. Maybe Danny had actually died and was still lying fried on his basement floor right now. Maybe he survived the initial accident but died later that night. 

He stood on the sidewalk staring at the school as it towered in front of him. He was already here. He had to go in. 

He took a deep breath and was about to start walking when he saw a mop of black hair walking ahead of him. 

Danny yawned a big yawn and he looked tired but he was alive. 

“Danny!” Dash shouted, waving a hand in the air. Danny turned around to look at him. He looked around them as Dash walked up to him. 

“What do you want, Dash?”

Dash stopped short. “I came to see how you were doing. Glad to see you surviving was real.”

“Oh.” Danny shuffled awkwardly on his feet. “Yeah. Still alive. I think I ended up sinking through my bed into the living room last night, though. I woke up at like four in the morning on the living room floor.”

“Oh dang.”

“Yeah.” Danny said as he started walking toward the school. Dash followed after him. “The worst part though was when I tried lifting my arm up in front of my face and I couldn’t see it because somehow my body had turned itself invisible.” 

“I’m still wondering just what exactly that portal did to you.” Dash said, lowering his head and his voice closer to Danny. “Like, do you just have ghost powers now or something?”

Danny frowned. “I’m sure it’s more than that. But basically.” 

“Man, that’d be so cool.” Dash said. “If I had ghost powers, I’d-”

Dash was interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind them. They turned around and were met with Sam and Tucker looking at them.

“What’s going on here?” Sam asked, pointing between the two of them.

“What?” Danny asked, his voice rising in pitch. “There’s nothing going on here. We’re just two guys chatting.” 

Sam and Tucker shared a look and smirked at Danny.

“No! Not like that!” A blush rose on Danny’s cheeks and Dash looked between Danny and his friends a couple times before he processed what Danny meant. A blush rose to his own cheeks. 

“Well, what’s happening then?” Tucker asked. “Did you guys finally make up?”

Sam looked at him. “Make up?”

Tucker nodded. “Yeah. They used to be friends when we were kids. They had some fight when we were younger. I never really knew what it was about.” 

Dash looked at Danny to see him already staring at him. Danny studied him for a few moments before speaking. “Yeah, I guess you can say we finally made up.” 

“Cool.” Tucker said casually. 

“Cool? That’s it? No questions?” Sam asked him. “You’re not curious at all how they figured this thing out after years of conflict?” 

Tucker shrugged. “If they want to tell us they will.” 

Sam crossed her arms and huffed. “I guess you’re right.” 

They started walking towards the school and Dash and Danny followed behind them.

“Did you want to tell them?” Dash whispered.

Danny looked at him and then looked back at Sam and Tucker. “I… I don’t know. I don’t want them to think I’m weird or a freak.” 

“Okay. We can keep it between us for now.” Dash nodded. 

Danny gave one curt nod and then quickened his pace to catch up with Sam and Tucker. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Phantom is so cool.” Sam said as she finished swallowing a bite of her food. 

Danny spit out his drink and looked up at her. Dash sent him a look. “He is?” 

“Yeah. I mean, some vigilante ghost kid fighting to protect us even though no one trusts him? I’d say that’s pretty cool.”

“Do you trust him?” Danny asked, looking between Sam and Tucker.

Tucker shrugged. “He hasn’t really given us a reason not to trust him.” He placed a hand on his chin and started thinking about it. “Except for maybe that time he ruined Valerie’s life. Or when he kidnapped the mayor. He also stole all that stuff one time. Or-” 

Sam elbowed Tucker. “People have off days! I don’t think he did any of that stuff on purpose. Remember he broke out of that spell that Freakshow put him under? He saved me because he was able to break out of it.” 

“Also it was the dog that ruined Valerie’s life.” Dash corrected. “Not Phantom himself.” 

“Yeah!” Sam gestured at Dash. “All the ghosts seem to have it out for Phantom for some reason. How do we know it’s not just all orchestrated?”

“Is the property damage orchestrated?” Tucker asked her. 

“Haha.” Sam took another bite of her food. “But I’m serious. He just… He’s just a kid. Doing this all by himself. It’s messed up.” 

Tucker nodded. “He seems so familiar too. It makes me wonder if we knew him before he died.” 

Dash watched as Danny looked between the two of them, stunned. He opened his mouth.

“Guys, I have something to tell-” 

Danny was interrupted by something crashing outside. It sent the windows shattering and screams erupted around the cafeteria as everyone ducked down to cover their heads and faces. 

“What happened?” Sam looked out the windows, her breathing quick. A screech echoed around the schoolyard. 

Danny gasped out his ghost sense and Dash followed his gaze to where it stood. 

“There’s a ghost.” Dash pointed to it. 

It was digging around in the dirt like it was looking for something. Dash couldn’t tell what animal it was supposed to be. It was boney and skeletal, its hips jutting out from its body. 

Danny stood up and ran across the cafeteria, pushing open the door along the wall with the windows.

“Danny!” Sam and Tucker shouted as they stood up together. 

They went to run after Danny but Dash grabbed Sam’s wrist before she could go anywhere.

“What are you doing?” She asked him hysterically. “We have to go get him! He can’t just be running around outside like that while there’s a ghost attacking!”

“Yeah, dude. Are you mental?” Tucker asked Dash.

“Danny-”

“Needs our help!” Sam tore her wrist out of Dash’s hand and they ran across the room to the door. Dash shifted in his place, jittery. He finally followed after them. 

When he got outside they were already across the grass, but instead of looking for Danny they were looking up in the air at the fight. 

“Foley! Manson! Get over here!” Dash shouted at them from the building. “You’re not even looking for Danny! You need to-” 

The screech of tires signaled the Fenton’s arrival. They jumped out of their van and brandished their weapons. 

“You take that side, Jack! I’ll stay here!” 

“Aye, aye!” Jack ran away from her to the other side of the schoolyard. 

“Sam, Tucker! Get-”

The ghost looked up at Dash’s voice but its gaze landed on Sam and Tucker first. It hissed at them, the sound grating. It started charging at them and they both took a step back but it was moving too fast.

“No!” Danny shouted, flying towards them. 

He got to them just in time to grab them both and knock them out of the way. They tumbled across the ground and Dash could hear Sam and Tucker screaming from where he stood. Danny pulled himself back up and stood between them and the ghost. His fists clenched.

“You’re not getting through me, ghost!” 

Danny jumped back into the fight and it took only a couple more hits fueled by his rage before the fight was over and he caught it in his thermos. 

He turned to look at Sam and Tucker and he flew forward a couple steps before he was being shot square in the back. He hissed and looked behind him to see his mom still aiming her weapon at him.

“Wait!” Sam ran forward and put herself between Danny and Mrs. Fenton. 

“Sam!” Maddie shouted at her. “Get out of the way! We need to capture him!” 

“No, he just-”

“Jack, do you have a shot?” Maddie called, looking in his direction.

“No! The kids are in the way!” 

Maddie snarled. Dash watched Danny recoil. “If you don’t move-”

Danny started flying away. Maddie aimed her gun at him again but he turned invisible before she could take another shot. She shouted into the empty air and threw her gun down. She glared at Sam and Tucker. 

Maddie walked up to them. “Are you aiding the ghost kid?”

They looked between each other, shock on their faces. “No.” Sam said. “The ghost was going to attack us. Phantom was just trying-” 

“To win you over.” Maddie hissed out. “He’s nothing but a manipulator and an evil ghost. He doesn’t really care about whether or not you get hurt. He’s just doing it to fulfill his own needs.”

Sam took a step back at Maddie’s words. Tucker grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Dash could tell that her words upset them. Unsettled them. He’d never seen Mrs. Fenton talk to someone like that before. Let alone Danny’s friends. 

Danny walked up behind him, his arm brushing against Dash’s. 

“We can’t tell them.”

Dash looked at Danny sharply. “What? I thought you were going to-” 

He shook his head. “It would be nice for them to know, but would it just put them in danger? All I did was push them out of the way of that attack and my mom’s accusing them of aiding and abetting me.” 

Dash looked back up at where Maddie was stomping away from Sam and Tucker. Their shocked expressions turned to look at Danny and Dash. 

“What would she do if they knew and they were really helping me?” Danny whispered. 

Dash shook his head. “I.. I don’t know.”

Danny turned his head to look up at Dash. “We can’t tell them.” 

“Okay. We won’t tell them.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Get back here, ghost scum!” 

Dash ran behind Danny’s parents as they chased him through the air. Of all the things to be giving them the most grief these days, it was Danny’s parents. 

Let’s tear him apart molecule by molecule.

We have to have some remains to examine. 

I wonder what his insides look like. 

Let’s tear him up and find out.

They were relentlessly hunting Danny every time another ghost attacked. They didn’t even bother with the other ghosts anymore either. They only had their sights set on Phantom. That was all they cared about.

He heard Maddie’s weapon go off again and Dash turned down an alley. He had to somehow get to their rendezvous point before them so that Danny could transform and they could get his parents off his trail. 

As he came out of the alley, he saw that Danny had turned around in the air. Dash waved up at him and when Danny caught sight of him Dash ran into the next alley. Dash had his back pressed up against the wall and hid on the other side of some garbage cans when Danny flew into the alley and came to stand next to Dash. 

Dash pulled Danny behind him and turned so he was blocking him from being seen from the entrance. 

“How close were they?” He whispered.

“Too close.” Danny breathed out heavily, calling on his transformation rings. “They-”

His parents ran around the corner of the alley right as Danny’s transformation finished passing. He had a panicked look on his face. Reaching up, he grabbed Dash’s cheeks and pulled his face down. 

Dash’s eyes widened.

“Freeze, ghost scum!” 

Understanding dawned on Dash and he wrapped an arm around Danny’s waist and deepened the kiss. Danny carded a few fingers through his hair and then jumped and pulled away, faking surprise as he looked over Dash’s shoulder. 

“Danny?” His mom called over in surprise. “Is that Dash?”

Dash tried to turn around sheepishly. “H-hey, Mrs. Fenton.” His voice shook and he hoped she couldn’t pick up on the fear that laced through it. 

Jack sniffled. “Maddie, our little boy is turning into a man. I think it’s time we gave him the talk.”

“No!” Danny lifted both hands from Dash and waved them vigorously over Dash’s shoulders. “No talk! I do not want to suffer through that.” 

“I didn’t know you two were-” Maddie scratched her chin. “When did you two start dating?”

They looked at each other.

“Today-”

“The beginning of September-”

Danny frowned at Dash and he chuckled. 

“Haha, yeah, the beginning of September.” 

Danny facepalmed. Maddie’s eyes opened wide.

“You’ve been dating that long already? Why didn’t the two of you say anything?” She gasped and held a hand up to her mouth. “Did you not feel safe talking to us about it? I’m so sorry, if we ever did anything to make you feel unsafe-”

“No, mom. It’s- it’s not that.” Danny stammered. “I’m just not ready to talk about it yet.” 

Dash looked between Danny and his parents. And the weapons that they were still holding in their hands. Maddie smiled at them. 

“That’s okay. We’ll be here when you’re ready.” She lifted her gun to brandish it in both hands again. “Did you two see where that ghost went off to? We were hot on his trail just a minute ago.” 

Danny shook his head. “No, sorry. We were, uh, busy.”

“Drat.” Jack snapped his fingers. “He got away again.”

“It’s okay, Jack. We’ll get him one of these days.” Maddie placed a hand on his arm. She turned her head to look back at Danny. “Be sure to be home for dinner. Bring Dash with you if he would like to join us.” 

They walked back out of the alley. Danny leaned his head forward and rested it on Dash’s chest, letting out a deep breath. 

“That was too close.” 

They sat there like that for a little bit. Dash’s hand was still on Danny’s waist. He started rubbing small circles there with his thumb. Danny took another deep breath and pulled away. Dash wilted at the loss of contact. 

“Let’s get back to the house.” Danny said quietly. “Unless you want to go home?”

Dash shook his head. “I’ll come back with you. Stay for dinner.” 

Danny nodded, relieved. Dash reached a hand up and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. 

“Let’s go home.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So, Pariah.” 

“Yup.”

Danny was slumped in his seat at the kitchen table. His head hung over the back of it and he just stared up at the ceiling. 

“Almost died.”

“Yeah.” 

Dash played with his pencil that was sitting on the table next to his homework. “At least the ghosts seem to have more respect for you now. You put their terrifying king back into his coffin again.” 

Danny nodded. 

Dash frowned at him. “Are you okay, Danny?” 

Danny looked at him. “Yeah. I just- It’s a lot to process. Like, why did Vlad give Valerie her weapons? Why is he looking for all these artifacts? What is he planning? Why save me? He could’ve just left me there and I wouldn’t be in his hair anymore. He’d be able to kill my dad all he wanted.” 

He looked back up at the ceiling. “What does me defeating the king of the ghost zone really mean?”

Dash opened his mouth to respond but realized he didn’t have any input for that. He closed it again and reached a hand over to Danny but jumped, pulling it away when the basement door opened. 

“Hey, boys! How are you?” Maddie asked as she came up the stairs from the lab.

“We’re good, Mom. How’s the work going?” Danny looked up at her. 

“We’re making a lot of progress on our newest invention!” She walked over to the sink and grabbed a glass and started filling it with water. “We’ll surely get Phantom with this one! It neutralizes a ghost’s powers so it can no longer use them!” 

Dash tensed up and he turned his head to look at Danny. Danny’s eyes were wide as he stared at his mom. “Yeah? Wow.”

Maddie nodded. “We’ve got to get him somehow. I think this one will give us a fighting chance. We’re looking to get a more humanoid ghost to examine for our studies and see what makes them different from blob ghosts.” 

“What will you do when you get him?” Dash asked with a little shake to his voice. Maddie smiled at him. 

“We’re going to cut him open and see if there’s anything to examine inside him. We’re really curious about his core. A blob ghost’s core isn’t strong enough to sustain itself if it’s even slightly damaged, but Phantom’s would no doubt be much stronger. We could head down to the lab and take a look at-” 

 Dash suddenly stood up from the table, his heart racing at the mention of the lab.

“I have to get going. Curfew, you know?” Dash pointed over his shoulder and then tapped his wrist.

“It’s like five pm.” Danny deadpanned. 

Maddie frowned. “That’s too bad. Don’t be afraid to come over more often. We don’t bite. We could even give you a tour of the lab!” 

“Haha, that’s okay. I’ve been warned about all the hazards and wastes that are down there. I’m good hearing about it from up here.”

Maddie shrugged. “Suit yourself. But the offer still stands if you ever want to take us up on it one day.” She grabbed her glass of water and walked to the lab door. “Back to it!” 

She pulled the door closed behind her and after a minute Danny’s gaze shifted to Dash.

“Curfew?”

“I don’t know!” Dash groaned and covered his face. “It was the first thing I thought of.”

“Knowing your dad, my mom probably believed that he would move up your curfew to some insane time.” 

Dash shook his head and closed his eyes. He just… Couldn’t go down there. Even the thought of it brought Danny’s screams back into his mind. 

He felt a hand on his arm and opened his eyes. Danny was looking at him. 

“You don’t have to go in the lab if you don’t want to. Ever. Even if they’re begging on their hands and knees.”

Dash smiled and patted Danny’s hand. “Thanks. I do think I’m going to head out for the night though. Call me if any ghost stuff happens?”

Danny nodded and stood up to walk Dash to the door. “You know I always do.” 

He waved at Danny over his shoulder. 

“See you tomorrow.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dash hadn’t heard from Danny for two days. Before, that wouldn’t have been anything out of the ordinary. But ever since the accident with the portal Dash usually got at least one update from Danny on the whole ghost thing a day. 

He was on his way to Fentonworks now. He just… had a bad feeling. He couldn��t describe it. He knew that if he went to check on Danny and didn’t find him, that he could panic a little more reasonably. 

He walked up the steps to the Fenton’s front door. He went to knock, but when his fist made contact the first time the door opened slightly. Dash frowned.

Why would they just leave the front door open like that? Were they even home? 

Dash pushed the door open the rest of the way and walked inside. 

“Danny?” He called into the house. No one responded. 

He pushed the door closed behind him and headed towards the stairs. Hopefully Danny would just be sick in his room. He really hoped that was where he’d be. 

It was eerily quiet as he walked up the stairs. Fentonworks was always full of life and people any time Dash had been there before. It unnerved him how calm it was. 

Dash made his way to Danny’s door. He paused outside it for a moment before he raised his fist to knock.

He waited a second, two, three, but there was no response. 

“Danny? I’m coming in.” 

He opened the door and swung it open. His heart dropped when he saw that the room was empty. Danny wasn’t here.

He turned back around without closing the door. He walked down the hallway to Jazz’s room and banged on the door, more panicked now. 

Jazz must not have been home either because he waited and didn’t hear anything on the other side of the door. He turned around and headed back towards the stairs, pulling his phone out.

He didn’t think he had a choice. He had to tell Sam and Tucker. Maybe they knew something. Maybe Danny told them where he was. He’d start with that, if they’ve heard from Danny at all the past couple days. Then if he had to he’d tell them about Danny being a half ghost. Maybe they would be able to help.

He heard a noise. 

Dash’s head whipped towards the kitchen. He slowly walked into the room and turned his head.

Dash saw the open door to the lab. There was a light flickering down there and dread crawled up his throat. 

He never wanted to step foot in that lab again.

Dash gulped. 

He had to do this. He could go down there again. He had to see if Danny was down there. He had to find him. 

Dash walked through the kitchen and into the open doorway. He tiptoed his way down the stairs slowly. He could still turn around. He didn’t have to see what was happening down here. 

Dash took a deep breath and took the last step into the lab. 

Danny was there, surrounded by his parents. His insides exposed for Maddie to root around in. Dash felt nausea well up inside him. 

“What have you done?!” 

Jack and Maddie didn’t pay any mind to Dash’s outburst, but he could see Danny stir.

Danny locked eyes with Dash just as his parents touched the glowing orb that sat in his chest with a scalpel. 

An explosion erupted from it and Dash covered his face. It sent cracks up the walls and across the floor and the building was trembling. Everything was creaking and debris was raining down from the ceiling. 

Danny still lay on the table but his parents were on the floor. He couldn’t tell if they were still breathing or not, but right now he didn’t care.

He ran across the lab to where Danny lay on their dissection table. Danny’s insides were all laid bare to the air. How was Dash supposed to get him somewhere safe?

The house creaked above him and Dash decided that there was no choice. He’d just have to pick him up like this. 

Dash scooped Danny up into his arms. He was limp, but he was miraculously still breathing. He turned towards the stairs as the building gave another creak and they caved in. Panic spiked in Dash’s chest. What was he supposed to do? His only way out was blocked. How-

The green glow of the swirling portal caught his eye. He turned his head to look at it. He had no other choice. That was his only way out. 

Dash turned his body and started running towards the portal as the rest of the ceiling started collapsing. 

He clutched Danny to his chest and dove into the ghost portal. 

[loosesodamarble]

The Beginning of an Enchanting Evening

My introductory post to @/lyranova's Halloween Ball event at @blackclover-emc!

My post/ocs are open for interaction!

Summary: A select group of House Faust's members make their way to the Halloween masquerade. Pairing(s): Josele x Nacht, Josele x Morgen Josele's dress | Nacht's suit | Morgen's suit Dawn's dress | Dusk's suit | Albert's suit | Varg's suit | Valerian's suit | Vivian's dress Word count: 647

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“Are you sure you all will be fine at home?”

Josele stood at the threshold of House Faust’s front entrance. She wore a floor-length ball gown with a cobalt blue bodice and a skirt that started the same hue and faded to a baby blue. A large bow at the waist and fabric flowers decorated the gown, and glitter made Josele shine like a star.

Despite being ready to attend that evening’s event, Josele hesitated to leave her home and her children who wouldn’t be in attendance.

Standing in the doorframe was Josele’s eldest daughter, Sterling. The redhead giggled and held her mother’s shoulders.

“Don’t worry about us, Mother,” Sterling answered. “Us kids drew lots so it’s not like we can be bitter about not going.”

“You’re sure?” Josele pressed, her brows furrowed.

“Very sure.” Sterling leaned back and shouted into the house. “Now don’t keep Father, Uncle, and the others waiting, Mother!” She turned Josele around and pushed her towards the cluster of family waiting for the lady of the house.

“Right then! Okay!” Josele yelped as awkwardly stumbled forward from her daughter’s push. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “Take care of each other while we’re away.”

“Like we’d do anything else,” answered Sterling with a lazy wave of her hand.

With that, Sterling closed the door to House Faust and Josele went to where the rest of her family was waiting in the shade of trees. Nacht and Morgen greeted her with their usual loving smiles, plus a kiss on the hand from Nacht and a peck on the cheek from Morgen. Dawn excitedly bounced on the balls of her feet. Dusk fidgeted with the coat of his suit but there was still a small, eager grin on his face. Albert and Varg were whispering to each other, something about who will woo their beloved better. Valerian popped his knuckles, as if he was preparing for a fight and not a party. And Vivian stared at her mother, quiet and unreadable in her expression.

“Sorry for the hold up, everyone.”

“It’s perfectly alright, dear,” Morgen assured her. “Besides, we’re guaranteed to make it on time. Right?” He looked to Nacht, Dusk, and Varg.

Nacht sighed, “You’re lucky I like you, otherwise I’d be mad at you for treating me like Finral.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Morgen patted Nacht on the shoulder. “Thank you, the three of you, for helping us travel to the ball.”

“Now what are we waiting for?” Dawn exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air. She threw an arm around Dusk’s shoulders. “Let’s get going!”

With Nacht and Dusk’s Shadow Magic and Varg’s Eclipse Magic, the members of House Faust sank into the shadows before rising from them in front of Clover’s grand. Valerian and Varg quickly dashed away to be the first to enter. Dawn yelled “C’mon!” while she grabbed Dusk and Albert’s wrists to drag them along. And Vivian turned to her parents and uncle.

“It appears that us youths shall be taking the lead.”

“Not that you need us to guide you in,” Josele answered. She took a moment to adjust the ribbon in Vivian’s hair before letting her go. “We’ll see you all inside.”

“Have fun, Vivi,” Nacht said.

Vivian nodded then walked towards the palace entrance.

The three seniors of House Faust took a moment to themselves to make any final touch ups to their outfits. Nacht straightened the cuffs of his dress shirt and adjusted his cravat. Morgen shook down the cloak he wore with his suit. And Josele smoothed out the large ribbon that draped down the side of her gown. Both men offered their arm to the woman they loved, to which Josele decided to take Nacht’s arm. However, she did take a second to give Morgen a kiss and whisper, “You get my first dance though, okay?”

And thus began an enchanted evening.

[cato616]

PREDICTABLE FEELING (part two)

kendall roy x fem reader

note! I wanted to make a note then I forgot what I wanted to say but this stays here tho lmao

summary: you spend the whole night at kendall's celebration party, you'll be fighting the urge to not jump over kendall all night, even when you've been feeling some type of jealousy that makes you mad mostly at yourself.

parts: pt.1 /// pt.3 // pt.4

content/warning: fluff and intense moments, jealousy, and some alcoholism?

Being an assistant of one of the roy family, means being there 24/7 for them, meaning, not being in your place that much. And as for now, you are now at your apartment, to dress up for the party, but you'll have to hurry, you will have to be one of the firsts to be there; so rapidly you dress up, a black short ordinary dress, very assistant-ish, that will also try to have some fun, your most comfortable high heels, if you're gonna have some fun time, then your feet shouldn't be in pain; finally, basic makeup and voilà. Your rushed outfit it's now finished, you grab your purse and now you're ready to dash yourself to ken's.

You come down the elevator, the doorman opened the front door of the building for you and then closed it. You have the 'range rover' waiting for you outside. You kept looking at your phone, arranging every last piece you had to organize of the party the ken left you to do, while you also open the car's back door, eyes fixated on those texts, even when you already sat down and had closed the door. Nothing was coming between you and that phone, nothing to be distracted by.

"am I invisible?"

That was ken that was beside you, you didn't see him at all when you got in the car. vision totally getting worse. "AH fuck jesus christ" You definitely got yourself scared there. However you did felt some presence of something next to you, but somehow you thought it was just some pile of boxes, didn't even felt like questioning yourself. "oh-my-god, you really can't see, that's bad." Kendall says while smiling. "uuh b- but, what are you doing here? shouldn't you be at your place?." Although you were pretty confused as to why kendall was inside the car you're supposed to take, deep down you were relieved he was next to you privately before going to the party. "I was actually in some other place, and thought I should stop by yours, since it's passing by to mine." He smirks as he thinks he's so intelligent for thinking that. "we saved some fuel." He says while he points his head with his fingers. "oh of course absolutely smart mr eco-friendly." You sarcastically said; he laughs, "oh okay, don't cross the line there." He kept on smirking. "don't worry, I won't." As you said that, your smile fades, but you try not make it obvious, so you decide to turn your head to the window, just to hide your gloominess to him. He sees you suddenly turn you head the other side, basically killing the nice vibe he was feeling, he was thrown by your reaction. He smiles awkwardly not knowing what to say. "um okay." He whispers to himself, and then turns his whole body back to the seat.

You didn't plan to start the night so sad because of kendall, even that, in front of kendall; so you try to break the ice a little bit before getting to his place. "um... I rechecked the list, and at least 40/45 people comes tonight." You informed him, in a 'professional' tone. "great, great... is she coming?" You hope he's not talking about what you think he's talking about. "who?... your, ex? You asked him trying to get your answer. He chuckles and looks at you confused by your question. "um yes, my ex, of course." You didn't want to admit that your were feeling jealous. why does he want her there? "I think... I think she does." You cut off and again not wanting to look at him, you feel like such a fool thinking he would care you were gonna be there, except from being an assistant to him. So long for trying to break the ice. I'm an idiot

You arrived at his place, kendall gets to open the door first and get out of the car quickly before you, then surprisingly opens the door for you out of nowhere. You did reply thank you to him, as he smiles and takes his hand out for you to take it, but, you ignore that; thank you was enough, however, trying to deny your feelings for him is goal for now, you can't keep your hopes up, even if it's disregard his gestures. You walk out of the car to inside the building, while kendall felt ignored by you, standing there with this hand in the air. He looks at you walking down the building, he close the car's door, and very fast and sophisticated runs over the main door of his building to once again, open it for you while he smiles feeling stunned. You stopped walking when you jumped by his action. "Are you now getting inside or are you suddenly going to walk away." He laughs, referencing the hand you stood up back there. "thank you." You replied again, trying not to sound too irritated, by then you passed the door and grabbed the handle yourself from the inside when he was still grabbing it as well. "And now you can go." You weren't feeling the small gesture thing he was doing, so you tease him by doing what he was doing; you smile at him very unserious, it looks like you really got mad by the situation after all. He smiles slightly fades away too this time, he was joking around before, but he doesn't realize you're, deep down, a bit hurt. You entered the elevator, and for him it felt a little awkward. 'why does she seem so angry?' On the other hand, you acted like you didn't care, looking over your phone once more.

You got to the floor, without saying a word this whole time, but you acted careless at the moment, you didn't look at him, you can't, but you want to. The elevator opens up and you go out first and not waiting for him, walking down to his flat. Of course at least two or three people were already there, the housemaid opened the door for them. Shiv and roman where already there. You felt a little bad for not wating for kendall, so you stopped right when you arrived at the door, but eyes over your phone. Kendall got to the door as well, but you could feel his confusion without looking at him. He then opens the door, automatically changing his mood to greet everyone. "Hey! hey! how's the party people doing?" You can hear roman sighing from a far as soon kendall yelled that. "well no, now that you're here I don't thinks so" Roman joked, although you couldn't tell ever if he was serious or not. "nice to see you excited rome." Responded kendall. Both shiv and roman looked very elegant for a "small" party, you think they looked pretty nice. "hey, tell your partner to stop staring at us like that" Roman tells kendall as he tries to make you feel embarrassed twice this day; as for you, totally get super uncomfortable and rapidly shift your eyes to your phone. "hey come on man, I thought today I told you to stop it." Kendall said to roman very quietly.

We were still, right at a corner, keep on messaging. Roman and shiv left the room to get to another, and kendall walked straight to you. "y/n, I think everything is pretty good, so are the people coming any soon?" He asked, standing right in front of you, however, not any eye contact there. "yes, they should arrive pretty soon." You replied, stoney-faced. He didn't leave just yet, some words wanted to be addressed. "... is there, something wrong?" Asked pretty concerned, and curious to see if maybe it was his fault. "what do you mean? they all are getting here..." You said thinking he meant the guests. "y/n hey." He waives his hand over your phone to get your attention, and he got it, you looked up at him, jumbled. "finally, hi again" As he said that, he looked intensely to your eyes. "what the hell is up to you?" You frowned, you wanted to tell everything, yet again, that wasn't your plan, getting attached to him; you looked down to think your steps, then stared back again, this time, with a grim expression, quietly said, "im sorry, kendall, but what do you care?... yes, I am your closest employee, but I am still just an employee to you." You stayed still, already regretting how you remarked it, hoping he doesn't fire you out of disrespect or something like that.

Kendall kept gazing at you, and didn't seem annoyed by your saying. "I understand that, but I think you're wrong" He said chuckling looking down, pausing, and just like you, stared back up. "you didn't tell me tho, what is up to you." Stepped even closer to you. Your face was even brighter than before, scared to make a move; you had to answer him but couldn't form any words. "...I, can't." You truthfully said. Kendall felt confused and was about to say something. "Guests are here, excuse me." You fortunately found an excuse to get out of that situation and compose yourself. You looked back at kendall who was still leaning against the wall trying to process what you just said; and by then, you try to avoid him the whole night.

Time passes and you try to have some fun, chatting with some of the other assistants and employees, distracting yourself from kendall, and drinking is also a choice you make to relax yourself; the party wasn't at a party salon, but it was pretty well organized, kendall even hired- actually, you hired, a bartender; so that's who been doing your drinks all night.

At moments you wanted to go out to the balcony to have the drink, see the view, and be by yourself, and you like it like that. However your enjoyable time alone was interrupted, when you hear the door behind you open up, and then closes behind you. "We discussed you were supposed to have fun, are you having fun?" And of course it was kendall, trying to be friendly. "I was, just a second ago." You implied, kendall responded right after that, feeling aggravated. "Seriously you need to tell me your issues with me, 'cause I don't get it." Kendall exclaimed, yet you didn't say anything, but he continued. "And honestly, you're supposed to be my assistant, we should be getting along, and if we don't... that's a problem." He signified, trying to get your attention, once again it did, you turn to him. "are you trying to fire me?" You asked with indignation. "I don't want to, you know, but yes, it's logical, if you keep playing like that." You are now feeling outraged by his response, and can't control your saying. "well sorry that I actually feel and don't want to tell you about it! what's your problem?" You're feeling pissed off by his egocentric attitude. "it's definitely not wanting you to tell me your pretty feelings, it's because you have something against me, I can see it because you show it, at least try to not make it obvious." There is silence between you two, he looks away but you don't. "no, I don't have anything against you." Don't want to explain yourself, but you had to, since he was your boss, and because, you felt pretty bad. "I don't, and im sorry that it looked that way." If you could, you would be hugging him right at that instant, it was like an urge to you, like a strong magnet was attracting you to him, and you were fighting it. "yeah but don't lie to me, out of fucking nowhere, you decided to avoid me, rolled you eyes and shit, that's not cool, what did I do? tell me." He remarked his question very strongly. Your mind was blank, what am I supposed to say.

You try to calm yourself by telling what you can only say to him; you got closer and put your hand over his chest. "first of all, you didn't do anything wrong, but I can't... I can't say more." You try to leave, walking towards the door to go inside. Quickly and unexpected, you feel a force pulling you back, kendall reached your arm and grabbed it from behind to stop you from leaving. He snatched you right back, pulled to get you closer to him, feeling how warm it was when near him; there was only eye sighting at the moment, you felt an immense desire to get all over him, and profoundly kiss him all night long. "I can take it, you can say it." Ken insisted, as both couldn't resist but to stare at each other's lips as well. "I think you don't wanna hear it." Somehow those words came out of your mouth since you couldn't concentrate by the tension. "I think I do." He whispers, then initially tries to get a closer look to your face, touching your cheek, and slowly lowering to your lips, his fingers gradually passes over it, savouring it with his touch, oh how much he needs it to taste it. While you were very still and scared to move a muscle, that aspiration you felt, it was getting stronger, but you couldn't kiss him, if someone was getting kissed, he should be the one making the first move, you felt you shouldn't do anything if he doesn't feel the same, since he's your superior. But he didn't, he wasn't doing anything, why isn't he doing anything. You felt irritated. "I think I know now how you feel, fuck." He wanted you as much as you wanted him, and the angry it now went away. The only word that could come out of your mouth, "please.." you whispered, begging him to do something to you, as he was grabbing your face with both his hands, and quietly responded too, "yes, yes, I know oh I need it trust me i-" he cut off as each other's lips got closer and closer, gasping for air, how infuriating that you weren't even hugging, but he couldn't do it. "-i want to, but I can't..." He stands back feeling so much misery. "there's people in there, and you know, what people are inside... so we can't, not at the moment." You know he was right, it's irresponsible to launch myself at him like that, the assistant. You felt awful.

As he was about to leave back inside, he comes back and suggests, "tell you what." He grabbed your face with one hand. "stay for the night... after the party." You nod excited, agreeing; he almost tried to kiss you at that moment, but couldn't, instead, once again, touched your lips with his thumb and he couldn't stop staring at it. "I can't wait when i-... I can't wait." He couldn't finish he's sentences, but you know what he meant, and you finally answered to him. "I can't fucking wait either." He grinned and left slowly walking without taking his eyes off of you. I'll see you later ken.

continue.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Last Minute Customer

Summary; Beau Arlen x Reader -> When you’re closing up the store for the evening, you have one final customer. 

Warning; Pure fluffy fluff, books, bookstore and snow. 

Snow had been constantly falling for the last 6 weeks. At first, it was light and melted almost as fast as it had come. But now it was 3ft high and sent everyone into a tizzy over being able to walk.

Why you hadn't moved out of Montana by now, you didn't know. You could have gone anywhere. California, maybe? New York? Perhaps Seattle.

But no. You had decided to stay in Montana, open up a small bookstore in Helena and stick with the snowy winters.

Yet, it was all worth it.

You had been stood behind the counter, having shut early due to the weather. You had been counting your stock making sure you had enough of the popular books in stock in time for the mad-christmas dash.

That was when a knock came to the door.

"Hello?"

Rushing over, you quickly unlocked the door and let the stranger inside. He was covered in snow, his fingertips were turning red and his cheeks were flushed.

"Are you okay? What are you doing out in weather like this?"

"I could ask you the same thing." He smiled. "Sorry if I scared you."

"It's okay. Are you here to buy some books?"

He nodded, dusting off the snow with your help. Only now did you notice his shape. He was broad and tall. 

"Actually, I am." He smiled. "Sorry, I should have introduced myself. Beau Arlen."

That's why he looked so familiar.

You had seen him around town every now and then, mostly making his way in and out of the coffee shop across the way, Dewell and Hoyt and some of the local stores.

"Y/N Y/L/N." you smiled back. "So, what exactly is it that you're looking for?"

"I don't know."

Your eyebrows knitted together for a moment before he pulled a piece of paper from the back of his jeans and handed it over to you.

"My daughter...she wrote me a list."

You took the list from his hands and opened it up. There was some good titles on it.

Emma, by Jane Austen.

A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens.

Sherlock Holmes, Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, Dr Suess, Chronicles of Narnia.

"I think we have some of these in stock. I'll check in the back for the others."

"Thank you."

"I've still got the fire going if you want to warm yourself up." You offered, pointing over towards the two leather sofa's that sat paralle to one another beside the fire.

"Is it safe to have a fire in a bookstore?"

"The fireplace has been there since the place was first built. I only put it on in desperate conditions." You turned back with a small smile before disappearing into the back of the store to look for some of the less commonly stocked books.

Pretty much most of them you managed to find on the shelves, Beau helping.

"Whoa." You said aloud as the rolling stairs went a little further than anticipated.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"You want me to hold it still?"

You nodded. "If you don't mind."

You managed to reach the top of the bookshelves for the extra boxes, finally finding the last copy of A Christmas Carol.

"I'm usually banned from using this ladder." You told Beau. "Last time I was on it, I slipped from the fourth step and twisted my ankle."

Slowly, you climbed back down. Only, once you made it to the half way mark, you felt Beau's hands hold onto the back of your legs. They hovered just far enough from your skin to help you down but be close enough to catch you if you fell.

And it was a good job because just before you hit the bottom, your foot missed the step, sending you sliding down.

Thankfully, Beau took your waist into his hands and helped you safely to your feet.

"Thanks."

Beau smiled down, letting go of you once he knew you were okay. "You should probably get some safer ladders."

You smiled. "That's not the first time someone has told me that."

Beau gave you another smile and you found your words faltering in your mouth.

"Um," you stepped back and handed over the book. "Here you are. Is that everything? Not got another list in your back pocket, have you?"

Beau looked down with a soft chuckle. "No, not this time."

You rung up his order, asking if he'd like for them to be gift wrapped. "No, that's okay. Em's having me wrap them with her at home. She says I need the practice."

"It can't be that bad, surely."

Beau smiled and leaned onto the counter. "Whatever you're imagining, it's worse than that."

"Well, nothing can be worse than my parent's wrapping." You told him. "One year they just handed me a gift in a plastic bag with an upside down bow."

"What was it?"

"The gift? A vintage camera and record player." You smiled. "There up over there."

You pointed over towards the large wooden unit beside the fireplace.

"Did you take these photos?" Beau asked, looking to the postcards beside the register.

You smiled shyly. "I got bored one day and decided to go for a walk. There is a beautiful place by this canyon. There's a lake that runs just below it."

Beau studied the photo a little better. It seemed very familiar.

"Do you fish?"

"Sorry?"

You smiled, continuing to bag up the books. "I asked, do you fish? It's a good fishing spot if you ever wanted to try."

Beau clicked his fingers. "That's why I recognise it."

"Have you ever been on the hiking trail above it?" You asked.

"No, I- Uh...I haven't had the chance."

"Maybe, if you'd like, I could show you?"

Beau looked up and for a moment, he didn't know what you were asking. But the moment he did, he smiled, bowed his head to try and hide the texan blush on his cheeks, and nodded.

Finally he looked back up; "I'd like that."

"It might be a bit cold, but it's beautiful in the snow."

Beau smiled. "I'm sure it is."

"How about Saturday? If there's no big snow blizzard."

Beau nodded, paying his cash and picking up the bag of books from the counter. "Saturday it is."

Turning back around towards the door, Beau looked out to the snow.

"How long have you got left on your shift?"

You looked up to him, taping some boxes up. "Not long. Maybe about 10 minutes? Why?"

"Would you...would you like me to drive you home? With this snow and everything...I mean...what kind of Sheriff would I be if I let a citizen nearly die because of frost bite?"

You gave him a light smile and nodded. "That would be nice. Thank you."

Eventually, you closed the shop and followed him to his car. “So? How long have you been in Montana?”

“All my life,” you answered. “Mostly. I mean, I left to go to College but...I came back.”

“And the bookstore?”

You smiled as you explained the story to him on the way to your home. “It was something I always wanted to do. As a kid I had a vision board for my life - yes, I was that kid.” Beau smiled. “Anyway, I used to dream of owning my own bookstore and seeing kids like me find that place where they can go and just...be them. Pick up a book and...find another world. What about you? What made you want to be a Sheriff?”

“My dad,” Beau began. “We use to watch all these old westerns and he used to tell me all these cool stories of what he had done that day at work. About the people he helped.”

“He was your hero?”

Beau nodded and smiled. “Yeah.”

Finally, Beau pulled up outside of your home and you unbuckled your seat-belt. “I guess I’ll see you on Saturday?”

“I guess you will.” Beau smiled. 

He waited until you unlocked your door and walked inside before he pulled away. 

Maybe it was a good thing you stayed in Montana after all. 

[worlddevoid]

World Devoid: Episode 1.3 - This Is (Not) Your Morning

(Word Count: 1.1k)

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Cassie abruptly stops what they're doing and looks up at Baz, then down to the abomination slowly reforming itself on the pavement. Panic sets in and she immediately hightails it back to the RV without a second thought, no longer caring about the spider guts on her designer shoes.

Cassie rips open the passenger side door and clambers up into the seat, slamming it shut as soon as she is safely inside. With a few deep breaths, she regains some of her composure.

Having calmed down a bit, she promptly refocuses on cleaning her shoes.

Relieved that Cassie was able to get to safety, Baz relaxes ever so slightly-- but it's enough for the creature below him to absorb the last piece of its body back into place and turn towards him. ‘Remarkable movement for a creature that just reassembled itself’ Baz marvels to himself.

He raises his axe again, regretfully ready to kill it for the second time, but it launches towards him with shocking speed before he even has time to swing. He stands frozen--- axe poised high in the air, eight-legged undead creature staring directly at him with those unsettling eyes from the center of his chest.

None of the six eyes seem to fit its physique; each one a little different than the other and seemingly belonging to a different body entirely. All 6 eyes are fixated on Baz, but the 'spider' remains perfectly still.

He does the only thing he can think to do in the case of thing-on-chest-that-you-don't-want-on-chest. He rapidly swats at his sternum with his axe-less hand and sprints as fast as his body will let him to the RV. He barely registers that the creature is in hot pursuit as he makes a mad dash for the door handle.

"CASSIE OMIJEEZUSHCRIST OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOOOR!!!"

In an attempt to quell the mounting dread, Cassie turns on the radio at the exact moment the sounds of Baz screaming reaches her ears. She whips her head up at the sound of his panicked voice, eyes widening at the sight of him sprinting towards her with the creature tailing closely behind. Even though the music is extremely loud, she doesn't have time to adjust it and immediately jerks into action. ‘My friend is in need!’

"Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit shit!" She yelps, opening the door as quickly as she can. Loud music floods through the speakers and pours out onto the streets as it swings open.

The fear crawling up the back of Baz's spine urges his strides to lengthen, watching in relief as Cassie leans across the middle console and opens his door. Before he even has time to savor the relief, he slams directly into the now open door- ricocheting off of it and onto the ground with a thud.

"Oops!" Cassie squeaks as the RV door hits Baz head on. He falls back onto the pavement harshly and she looks over in worry- ready to get out of the vehicle if need be. ‘I really don't want to, but I would do anything for Baz’ She thinks.

He scrambles around and pulls his body backwards, scrapping his ass and elbows in an attempt to put distance between himself and what he believes to be certain doom. He squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for his end, but the only thing that happens is the song on the radio continues to play at a blaring volume. While 'Sure Shot' by the Beastie Boys rings out across the pavement, he dares to open his eyes.

Cassie watches in horror from the safety of the RV, but lady luck seems to answer her silent pleas because the creature has stopped its advance on Baz- instead writhing helplessly on the ground as if in pain. A passing thought of 'well, that's strange' sprints across her mind.

In front of Baz, the eight-legged creature squirms and twitches, seemingly overcome by something. He doesn't waste any time and hurries to his feet and into the driver's seat, slamming the door with gusto.

He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, instead continuing to stare in awe at the writhing body in the road.

"What is it, Baz?" Cassie asks, leaning over to get a better look at their face. She can tell they've realized something but they're in too much shock to speak.

Baz hears their question, but it's drowned out by his racing thoughts. He's fascinated and horrified and absolutely enamored with the creature now thrashing on the ground in pain to an unknown source. He can't think straight with the music blaring and reaches over wordlessly to turn the radio down. The creature shakes like a dog shaking its coat free of water and resumes running towards them immediately-- spell seemingly broken. It lunges towards the windshield just as Baz cranks the volume up again-- full blast. The insect crumbles to the hood with a thump and spasms as something pulses painfully through its body.

"Incredible" is all Baz manages to say.

"Baz stop playing games and just DRIVE!" Cassie screams, shaking his arm in a panic as they watch the creature spasm on and off.

When Baz doesn't immediately respond, Cassie takes charge and throws the RV into reverse. She reaches her foot over to the gas pedal, backing them expertly away from the pile of cars in the road and getting a good distance away. Once she has a good angle, she puts the RV into drive and takes them up onto the grass, rocking the vehicle as they roll over the hump. She floors it as "Show Me Love" by Robin S blasts through the speakers.

Baz is snapped from his trance when Cassie's leg clashes into his as she swings it over and pushes her foot down on the pedal. He watches in admiration as she perfectly reverses and floors it into the grass. She continues to traverse through the uneven terrain easily, despite her awkward angle.

"Impressive." Baz smirks, finally relieving Cassie of her strange predicament and grabbing the steering wheel. He nudges her foot out of the way and takes over the pedal too. "Unfortunately, that was super cool of you... I may or may not have frozen up in a crucial moment.... I owe you one, Cassie. Seriously, impressive."

"You sure do! And I won't forget it either!" Cassie responds, leaning back in her seat and smiling at Baz nonchalantly. She doesn't actually ever feel that Baz owes her. They know he will always have their back no matter what. Baz smiles back and shares her internal sentiment. Cassie has always been a good friend to him through thick and thin, and he knows they will be for a long time.

After driving for a bit, the road begins to clear up a little, making it somewhat easier to get around, but there are still empty cars every few miles, scattered across the road. As the music continues to blare through the speakers, some of the anxiety begins to ease, but Cassie still fears what they will find when they get to their dorms.

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.68 Get over it

Mama had a few things to do before visiting us, so I didn't know what time to expect her; just sometime that afternoon before Sophia got home. I worked out and did everything I needed to do in the morning to ensure I'd be home whenever she arrived. She greeted me with a big hug and a kiss, gushing about the house.

"This is such a cute little house! It reminds me of my first place in Brindleton Bay. I think this is a little bigger, though. How do you like it?"

"It'll do for now."

"Yeah, I bet," she said, staring at my little monsters. "They definitely need more room. That's how I ended up in Willow Creek. The things we do for our fur babies, right?"

I loved my little guys, but I don't know if I'd buy a bigger house specifically for them. I mean, true, they factored into our thoughts about moving, but we had bigger plans to accommodate. But I wasn't a dog lover like her, so there were plenty of things she did that I'd never do.

"Moving has come up, but we haven't discussed it seriously."

She watched them try to tackle each other and chase their own tails, mesmerized by doggy energy.

"They're so rambunctious! I love it! Luca, you're a daddy!"

I expected her to be excited, but it tickled me to think about how she'd be when I had actual children. She did everything for me and Less, so I knew she'd move Mt. Komorebi for my children. They have come up indirectly a lot lately, and now and then I thought about them, especially because I had to factor them into most everything I did. Originally, having children was this far off goal I figured I'd accomplish one day. But the goal got closer and closer by the day, and instead of fearing my lack of preparation and stressing myself out about it, I found the idea more and more appealing and welcomed it.

"LUCA, LOOK!"

Rosie began running in circles, and familiar twinkling orbs danced around her. I went outside to find Kooper, and he was doing the same thing.

"They're aging up already?" I asked in disbelief.

Even though they were loud and got into everything, I enjoyed them so much as puppies, and I thought we'd have more time for shenanigans. But I was glad for their adult phase. We could do so many more things together like go jogging. I knew Rosie would appreciate that. She was the more rambunctious one and ran around the house and yard all day like she was vying for a prize. Kooper was much more low key.

"Happy birthday, little dude!"

I went back inside and scooped up Rosie.

"Don't tell Kooper, but you're my favorite."

"Ahhh, so she's the one," Mama said. "Shiloh was always my best girl, but I had an extra special place in my heart for Hunter."

"I feel like I shouldn't have a favorite, though," I said.

"Yeah, it seems that way, but it's inevitable. We always gravitate to one thing when we have options. It's natural and happens with everything...favorite shoes, favorite pen, favorite chair..."

"Favorite child?"

Her eyes flicked open, and jaw dropped in surprise. Catching her off guard was really hard, and I felt immense pride in my accomplishment. She pretended to watch the dogs to avoid answering me, and I snickered at her. We all knew who her favorite was.

I thought Rosie would make a mad dash for the door when I put her down, but oddly enough she sat next to us and Kooper as if she were actively trying to spend quality time, and I appreciated it.

Mama's buzzing phone took her out of her fake busyness. A tiny smirk crawled across her face as she read the text. I had a question I'd always wanted to ask but selfishly never did, especially after I gave her permission to go public with Dwayne.

"Mama?"

"Hmm?"

"Why'd you never move in with him?"

Again, she was surprised.

"Would you have really been okay with him living with us?"

"Of course not. But even after we left. Every time I come over, I half expect to see him. I just thought you would have jumped at the chance."

"No, I understand. I honestly thought I would too, but...

She stared out the window for a moment, collecting her thoughts.

"Saying yes to him wasn't as simple as saying, okay we're in a relationship now. I also had to say no to your dad."

"You talked to Dad about it?"

She laughed and shook her head.

"Of course not! You see, even though we had been divorced for a while and were moving on, I still felt the need to show him how sorry I was. I felt like, if I got with Dwayne and lived happily ever after, that meant I won, and he lost."

"But...that's what happened."

"I know. But I didn't want it to be like that, especially since the situation wasn't malicious. I liked Ali. I mean, I loved him, but I liked him. He's really smart. Like, really intelligent."

"Yeah. I've learned that."

"Yeah! He's kind. And he's wise. I know you know that. He always impressed me, and I wanted him to like me too, even after it was over. Like, I knew he'd be angry for a while, but I didn't want him to hate me. I thought, if I move on completely with Dwayne, that door would be closed and he would never like me. So, when I said yes to Dwayne, I had to close the door and let go of the hope that we could be friends again. I had to reject that fangirl in me who still cared what he thought. Most of all, I had to stop allowing my love for him interfering with my love for Dwayne, because whether or not I like it, I made a choice and needed to live with it."

"Wow. That's...wow..."

"Yeah... But the thing is, Luca...that wasn't a one-time thing. I have to make those choices daily. Some days are easier than others. But lately..." She sighed. "Your dad and I are in a good place now. He likes me, ha! That makes it hard to commit to those choices, and I find myself peeking behind that door and leaving it cracked."

"But, Mama..." I couldn't believe I was about to rally for Dwayne, but I kinda felt sorry for the guy. "You're with Dwayne now. Don't you think you owe him all of your love?"

"Of course I do! This is the fight I have with myself every day."

I sat there for a moment, mulling over her words, feeling bad that she was still so tormented, but really frustrated that she refused to live with her choices. The rest of us had adjusted and moved on while she still clung to the past. And honestly? She kinda reminded me of a child who had a room full of toys but still screamed for more and was unwilling to share. And sadly, that made it easier for me to see how she decided to destroy our family. She wanted to have it all. And in her own sad way, she was still trying to have it all. That's when I realized what hid between the lines.

"If Dad came to you right now and said he forgave you and wanted you back, would you go back to him?"

She let out the longest, heaviest sigh I ever heard.

"I won't say yes...but I can't say no either."

Wow. Part of me felt for her. The torment I put myself through with all this dating stuff paled in comparison to what she went through. But another part of me wanted to yell, "He's not coming back! Get over it already!"

"Your sweetheart is home," she said. "We'll have to continue this later."

[in-search-of-a-fallen-star]

at the last stroke of midnight (pt. 6); shouto todoroki/reader

Content warnings: aged up characters, everyone is in their 20s or older. fantasy au. no pronouns used for reader, but they are described to wear skirts and are referred to as ‘my lady’.

heyyy so this literally kept me up last night. sorry the last parts are like 6 months late. hopefully the finale is worth the wait.

part 5 : part 6 (you are here) : part 7

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

All you know is that you need to get away.

Your mind is whirling, the snide voice of your own insecurities filling your mind with all the reasons a prince  could never love you. You race out of the ballroom, startling the guards at the door. The main doors to the palace are shut, and too heavy for you to open on your own, so you make a split second decision and dart down the halls towards the servant's passages.

 A moment after you make your escape, you hear Shouto's voice call out for you, and footsteps pounding down the marble hallways on your heels. You dash into the servant's passage, throwing the door open behind you. Several maids in the passage quickly move out of your way, armloads of linens hoisted above their heads to make room for your escape.

The passage opens up into the scullery, and you slow your mad dash enough to avoid the risk of falling into one of the steaming hot vats of water, topped with soapy foam, where laundry is being washed. Finally, you reach a door to the outside, and you take a breath of cool night air. You can still hear a commotion inside, and you're not ready for what that might mean, so you continue your flight deep into the palace gardens.

The gardens are dark, lit only by the arcane lamps that stand near the paths, and the shadows grow even deeper when you veer off the path and into the woods at the heart of the gardens. Left nearly blind in the darkness, your feet take you down a path you know well- and soon, willow fronds brush against your skin as you arrive at the great willow tree at the heart of the garden.

You sink to the soft grass, your skirts pooling around you. Your mind whirls, processing not just tonight, but everything that's happened over the past few days. The knowledge that your knight is the prince of the kingdom slots in like a final puzzle piece, revealing the whole picture. It makes sense now, why the queen seemed so knowledgeable, and why Princess Fuyumi had acted so strange at the tournament.

Your knight is a prince.

You bring your hands up to your face, pressing them over your mouth. Goddess above, you'd sassed a prince,  and even worse, you'd licked his hand. You've been in the south long enough to begin to understand what their royalty meant, and the rules that surround people of that station. It was out of the question to talk back to them, let alone lick them, and you'd done both.

You contemplated making a break for it back to your village up in the glaciers, but then you thought about having to explain the circumstances of your return to the village elders and immediately changed your mind. You'd rather endure a lifetime of ridicule in a southern court over a moment of your elder's displeasure- they'd most likely scold you for embarrassing the village, and they'd be right.

You flopped back in the grass, looking up at the moon through  the willow boughs. Absentmindedly, you stretched out a hand, watching the silvery light play over your fingers. You're going to have to face the queen, you muse, conjuring  motes of ice in the air, letting them refract the moonlight. Now that you think about it, she had seemed rather excited over the prospect of you spending time with her son, and now you'll have to explain that you ran away from him during one of the biggest events of the year. Your exit definitely made an impression, and most likely not the good kind.

Shouto's face hovered in your mind's eye. He had looked devastatingly handsome in his formal wear, hair pushed back to showcase his handsome features, and a tailored coat accenting his broad shoulders and trim waist. More importantly, you remembered the stricken look on his face when you had pulled away from him in the ballroom. If he had genuine feelings for you, he definitely didn't anymore, you think.  He'd looked… heartbroken.

The crunch of footsteps snaps you out of your reverie, and you snap up from your position on the grass. You can make out a figure in the trees, and you try to quietly stand up, shuffling behind the trunk of the willow.

The footsteps get closer, and you can hear the soft rustle of the willow boughs parting as the figure steps past their shroud.

"My lady? Are you here?"

You squeeze your eyes shut. Your heart races- what do you say to the person whose heart you just broke? Worse, what will he say to you?

"Do you truly not wish to see me, my lady?" Goddess above, the sound of his voice twists your heartstrings. He sounds so melancholy his voice almost brings tears to your eyes. He waits for a moment, and when you don't respond, you hear a sigh wrench out of his chest and the sound of his boots on the loam as he turns to leave.

"Wait! Please wait," you call out, pressing yourself against the tree. You clap your hands over your mouth- your words surprise you almost as much as they surprise Shouto. You can hear his sharp intake of breath as he turns back.

"What is it, my lady? Ask of me anything, and I will grant it. Just please, do not flee from me again," he begs. You can hear him step closer, the brush of fabric against the tree trunk.

"I don't want anything from you," you can't help the way your voice snaps and cracks in the dark.

"Do you truly wish to not look at me?" he asks, and his voice sounds so sad that you can feel your heart crack.

"I'm not ready," you answer, voice thick with tears. "I'm scared, Shouto."

"Why are you scared?"

"I'm just a servant from a northern village, a commoner. You're a prince," you say. "I can't offer you anything- I have no money, no status, nothing that makes me worthy of royalty."

"That doesn't matter!" he roars. Distantly, you note that it's the loudest you've ever heard him speak. "I love you. All my life, I've only wanted someone that saw me for me, who didn't see the title, the crown. You saw me,  from the moment we met. You treated me like a person, like your friend. I loved you the moment you licked my hand,"  he lets out a dry chuckle.

You take a deep breath, hand over your racing heart, and then step out from behind the tree.

Shouto stands underneath the willow, drenched in silver moonlight. His hair has come loose from its style, a few strands draping across his forehead. You stretch out a hand for him, ignoring how it shakes a little. He reaches for you instantly, shedding his gloves so you can feel the warmth of his palm against yours.

"Say it again, please," you breathe.

"I love you," he murmurs, pulling you in by your hand. He moves slowly, letting you decide, and when you don't pull away he folds you against his chest.

You let your head rest against his chest, taking a deep breath before looking up into his varicolored eyes. He cups your cheek in one big hand, and you reflexively lean into the touch. "I'm ready to not be scared anymore," you say, steadying yourself against him. "I love you, and I'd like for you to kiss me."

"Gladly," he whispers, and leans down to slant his mouth over yours. His lips are warm and slightly chapped, moving gently over yours. When you shyly respond, you feel his fingers tighten in the fabric of your dress and he pours heat into the kiss.

He's all you can sense- the warmth of him pressed against you, his campfire-in-winter scent, the sweet taste of dessert lingering on his lips. He cups the back of your head, tipping your head up and devouring every inch of your mouth.

The kiss makes your head spin, and it's not until your lungs are screaming for air that you finally put a hand on his chest to push him away. He breaks away, and it makes something in your chest flutter to see that he's panting with a flush high on his cheeks too. He doesn't take a step back; instead he wraps his arms around you and rests his forehead on yours while the two of you catch your breath.

"We should do that again," you blurt out. Your declaration startles a laugh out of him, and you swear it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.

"People will talk if we stay out here for much longer, and you're already… disheveled," he says diplomatically. You look down; you know your hair is a mess, your dress is askew and the hem is muddy after your impromptu hike through the gardens.

"I don't care," you decide. "I'm a mess, and people will talk regardless. So bend down and kiss me, Shouto, before I make you."

His mismatched eyes twinkle in the moonlight. "As my lady wishes," he murmurs against your skin, obediently bending down to kiss the breath out of your lungs.

After the two of you finally separate, the moon is high in the sky and the sounds of the party have faded. You and Shouto share one last kiss before you go your separate ways; agreeing to sneak back into the palace separately to avoid as much gossip as possible.

You know that the queen has long since retired at this point, so you skip going to her chambers and instead take the servant's quarters to your little room. The exhaustion of the evening hits you as you push open your bedroom door, the anticipation of being in bed making you feel weary.

Unfortunately, you feel a frission of adrenaline spike through you as you enter your room, as the queen herself rises from her seat on the edge of your bed. "You're finally back, did Shouto-" she looks you up and down, taking in your flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and kiss-swollen lips. An amused smile makes its way to her mouth. "It looks like Shouto did find you. Were the two of you able to sort things out?"

You can't help the way your cheeks heat, made worse by the way her smile twists into knowing. Luckily she has mercy on you, gesturing for you to turn around so she can help you undress.

"You don't need to do that, your majesty," you protest, taking a half step back.

She props her hands on her hips, the stubborn set of her face reminding you of Shouto. "I suppose you'd rather sleep in the gown, then? And," she peers down at the hem. "Get mud on your sheets?"

"You have a point," you sigh. You turn and let her fuss with the fastenings, pulling your gown over your head one layer at a time. Once you are left in your chemise, and she has an armful of cloth, she guides you to bed with one hand.

"Rest, dear one. I'm guessing you'll be very busy in the near future."

She shuts the door, the room falling into darkness behind her. You fall asleep shortly after, dreaming of princes and kisses.

[storms-path]

FFXIV Write 2023 Day 18 - Fish Out of Water

Arashi had experienced a great many things in her time. Terrible gods, power-mad dictators, the machinations of ancient beings time and time again. But this, this was new. Arashi realised in that singular moment that she would never again witness such an event, not as long as she lived. Fareena, garbed in a mermaid gown and wearing make-up, stared back at her with a look that would fell lesser women in an instant. Arashi fought the urge to smirk.

“Arashi, dear, close the door. You’re letting in a draft.” F'lhaminn didn’t even look in the newcomer’s direction, focused entirely on applying blush to Fareena’s cheeks. Without breaking eye contact Arashi slipped inside and knocked the door closed with her tail. “Honestly, Fareena, you really must take better care of your skin. Whatever your current routine is, it isn’t enough.” Fareena looked ready to jump out of the nearest window, her body quivering with barely-held-back energy. F'lhaminn ignored it, aside from gently patting Fareena’s leg in what was probably meant to be a comforting gesture. Probably.

“What’s the occasion?” And how many will bear witness to this momentous moment? Arashi tried her best to keep her tone even and her face straight. She almost managed it, too. Fareena showed her teeth in the least friendly smile Arashi had ever seen. That earned a less gentle pat from the middle-aged miqote, forcing Fareena to adopt a more neutral expression.

“Reconnaissance,” was F'lhaminn’s swift reply. “The Scions have attracted the attention of a particularly unpleasant group, and Fareena here has offered her services to gather information on them.”

“This was before you told me how I’d be doing so,” Fareena muttered through gritted teeth. Her usually roughly ponytailed hair had been straightened and let loose, cascading down her back and shoulders. It was supposed to make her look elegant and refined, but Fareena wore it like a damp towel. “This charade will end the moment I open my mouth, you know. I refuse to put on some elegant Ul’dahn lady voice no matter how many coins you slip me.”

“Then you’ll simply have to stay quiet, my dear. Let Thancred do the talking and all will be well.” Arashi bit back a laugh. Thancred would be joining her? Oh, this just got better and better. Arashi pulled out one of the barstools and made herself comfortable. “Now remember, you are mistress Haafental, adopted heiress to a well-regarded but reclusive silk weaver hailing from Kugane. Your husband-to-be, the dashing Eugen Stone, is a self-made bastard son of a cereleum merchant who disappeared some years ago. You are here to make yourselves known to polite Ul’dahn society and establish friendly relationships and, if you’re lucky, some trade routes.”

Fareena had the look of someone asked to swallow stones. “Absolutely not. Get me out of this dress and let me do this my way.” She made ready to stand only to be stopped by the suddenly not-so-gentle hand of F'lhaminn. While her smile was sweet, the look in her eyes was anything but.

“No, I think not. This time, and this time alone, we will do things my way.” Her tone brooked no argument, even from Fareena. The viera slumped back in her chair, ears drooping in defeat, her fire temporarily extinguished. F'lhaminn patted her once more on the leg. “That’s better.” With her spare hand she reached for some ruby red lipstick.

It was at that moment that Thancred strode through the doors, accompanied by Stalwart. The roegadyn was armed with a tape measure and some thread, trying and failing to stop Thancred so she could just quickly adjust his collar, just a little bit, she promised! Thancred looked uncharacterstically annoyed, but that quickly faded as his eyes locked with Fareena’s. Stalwart also went silent… For all of a few moments before the pair erupted into raucous laughter, clutching each other in an effort to stay on their feet.

That, apparently, was more than Fareena could take. With a swift motion she stood bolt upright, grabbed the neck of her dress and pulled it clean over her head and onto the floor in an astoundingly fluid motion. Then, apparently not caring that she was dressed only in her undergarments, she strode out of the room in a storm of particularly inventive cursing.

Arashi looked at F'lhaminn. F'lhaminn looked at Arashi. They both looked at Thancred and Stalwart, doubled over with laughter. A silent agreement was made.

“Congratulations, Stalwart! You are now the charming mistress Haafental.” Stalwart’s laughter died in an instant, eyes widening.

“Me? But I… I haven’t… What about…?”

F'lhaminn’s look could cut stone with ease. “Unless you’d prefer to recover our wayward lady, you are now our only option. And thank the Twelve she didn’t ruin the dress when she made her exit.” F'lhaminn shot the offending fabric a critical look. “We’ll need to adjust the shape somewhat, but we should manage. Sit.”

Stalwart, looking for all the world like a woman ready to face her end, walked over to the waiting chair and sat. Thancred was already halfway to the door by the time she reached it. His stealth didn’t save him. “And as for you, master Waters, you will track down our unfortunately short-tempered friend and apologise. And you’d best hope for your sake that you make it sincere. Your inability to keep your humours in check have just cost me hours of work.”

Thancred left without another word. If his complexion was several shades paler than it had been mere moments ago, nobody commented on it. Least of all Arashi, who made herself as small as possible to avoid F'lhaminn’s wrath. I’ll never cross that woman for as long as I live.

[thekinkyleopard]

The Real Story

Remi x Levi lore

A Live Transcript Series

Part: 1

Author’s Notes: Hello Revi lovers! Should we call y’all Snow puppies? I dig it. Me and @aller-geez have decided to release weekly transcripts of our current canon storyline between Remi and Levi! Everything in this story is true to and for each character, whatever you read in these transcripts, is lore for both and all characters mentioned. Just a lovely reminder that Aller-Geez is the owner of Remington (and other characters she may/will play) and most of the art, unless disclosed otherwise! Enjoy 🫶🏻

Description: Two shifters on the run cross paths, how will they concur their inner demons, self doubt and misery in order to work together to achieve their dreams. What will become of the Snow Leopard and the Black Wolf?

⚠️TW⚠️

RATED: 18+ ONLY for mature themes and language. Themes including; Substance abuse, mental illness, gore, sexual, emotional and physical abuse.

Geezy: Funny how the moments that we REALLY need something to not go wrong always end up with the universe deciding that’s exactly what's going to happen, huh? It was almost like whatever higher power out there knew Remington was in a hurry to handle his shit and get the fuck out of town, and did everything in their power to cause him to stay in the very city his own mother was killed in. It was supposed to be a relatively easy handful of small errands to get him squared away, but nothing was ever easy for the wolf, was it? He was SUPPOSED to only have to stop at his uncles garage before leaving town, where he could drop off his old car, and leave with a fully converted van, a new identity, and a small amount of pocket cash to get him through until he could come up with a new way of procuring money. But that definitely was not how it played out. When he arrived to his uncles shop in a panic, he discovered the shop looking like a tornado had gone through it. Almost every window and mirror to every car was smashed out, glass strewn all over the floor that crunched under his feet as he looked for his uncle. Papers from his uncles personal desk littered the empty space between the glass and other tools that were strewn about. With no luck finding his uncle or anything that would indicate his uncle had been there when they ransacked the place, he was about to make a mad dash for his car, but suddenly something caught his attention once out in the front yard. Tucked off to the side by the old dumpsters sat a dingy looking white van that had paint lifting on every side, and cobwebs sticking to the tires that hadn’t been moved in who knows how long. “You gotta be kidding me…” Remi muttered softly under his breath in a rough voice, before cautiously making his way towards the beat up van. Once next to the van, he could see the torn seats, and the leaves that made small piles on the floor in the front. He opened the drivers side door, and tucked inside one of the rips in the leather seat laid a small, discolored key. “Uncle Ivan.. if you’re alive, and I find you after this, I’ll kill you myself..” the raven haired male growled, gripping the key from the seat and sliding into the drivers side. He slammed the key in the ignition, his neon green eyes constantly scanning the horizon in case his friends decided they wanted to finish the job they started here earlier. “No cash, or social security card like he promised me.. and the..” Four long fingers stretched up towards his head, making air quote gestures. “iTs A fUlLy CoNvErTeD vAn, my ASS, UNCLE.” Remi hissed, turning the key aggressively. The poor van’s engine sputtered, and it took every ounce of self control to keep himself together. With one last twist of the key, Remi’s new “house” finally coughed to life, and he’d never floored a vehicle so quickly in his life. Before a few minutes pass, he’s finally on the highway, heading to the furthest place he could manage before his body gives out to exhaustion.

Kezzi: It was such a beautifully starlit night on the evening of day 3 of Levi’s stay at the Lake front Rest Area. It was his favorite in the whole state and would never miss the opportunity to stay for at least a week. It was prime location as he could park his bus diagonally to the shore view, so every morning he could wake up with the most gorgeous scene of the lake. “You know, I should grill up some of this fish I caught earlier since everyone has cleared out,” he said out loud standing outside his fridge looking his produce up and down. “Fish kebabs? Grilled fish and steamed rice?…ugh but then I gotta get the furnace going for the rice pot…hmmm…kebabs,” he settled on a decision and gathering various veggies along side the bucket of fish. Levi was a man of order and routine, so he had to get what he needed for his meal before he could set up the fire. Once everything was right, Levi took some wood from the storage compartment just outside the bus and got to working on building his fire, which didn’t take him long at all. Seeing as he’d been living the life of a nomad since he was 14 years old with his mom, and once she passed away when he was 17 he used the knowledge from her, and the people he has met along the way to survive. He had to learn how to build, farm, create, it took Levi the last 5 years of constant hard work selling content online to build his dream bus to standard. He had sort of grown up in an RV, which became the government’s after his mother’s death, so he couch hopped and worked as a waiter and dancer to buy his current bus. Sold his car because he was committed to the idea of using his bus as a vehicle and home. The duo hair colored man began to slid his pre cut pieces of fish onto the skewers, he had also brought out, with equally cut pieces of vegetables slid on after every other fish piece. Once he had a hefty pile of dressed skewers he began to hold them two at a time over the fire. Focused on the status of his meal he didn’t even notice the rather sketchy and beat up van that slowly approached the rest stop parking lot.

Geezy: By time the van crunched across the loose gravel of the worn parking lot, Remi had been driving for 37 hours straight. He had only stopped for a quick pee, and to grab another bottle of those caffeine pills that truckers take, and his fourth wind was slowly starting to falter. Now that the adrenaline had finally left his body from the entire ordeal he had went through just days earlier, his bright green eyes were just ever so slightly dimmed, and he just looked completely worn out. Bruises and deep scrapes covered his body, and he had deep purple circles under his eyes. “Okay..” he sighed to himself, taking a quick look around as he made his way through the parking lot. “As much as I’d hate to be around so many other cars, I think if I were to try and drive any further, I’d be lucky to wrap you around a tree.” Remi mumbled deliriously, patting one large hand on the dashboard of the van. A large empty area at the very back of the parking lot that backed up towards part of the lake caught the wolf’s eye, and he clicked his tongue in satisfaction before backing in to the spot. As the giant van came to a stop, it clanked and lurched forward a bit, and Remi grimaced before taking the keys out of the ignition. “Ah, I bet they’d have something to buy to eat up there..” his stomach growled with passionate agreement.

Kezzi: Levi finished up his last few skewers as he noticed the tall, long, dark haired man wandering about the lot after parking the world’s most offensive to look at vehicle. He picked up his plate of food and stood beside his bus door for a bit, his curiosity getting the best of him. Still holding his dish of kebabs in one hand he pushed some of his loose hawk out of his eyes. His clear blue orbs traced carefully as the wolf walked about in search of a food source, he could assume. As the man was freakishly angry being faced with the one snack machine they had out there, but was well known for eating change without exchange. Shaking his head back and forth he cups his free hand around his mouth. “Hey! The store closes at sun down, and you’re better off fishin out on the lake than you are to bunk on with that there disposal,” the male had a light tone to his voice but clearly a slight accent, he was pointing towards the said machine he’d mentioned. Having felt satisfied relaying this information he disappeared inside his bus to build himself a plate, drink, napkins, the works. Collecting all the necessities, but still being classically nosey, he walked back outside his bus to sit at a conveniently close by picnic bench.

Geezy: Remi stood there for a second in front of the machine, his body literally seething as he fought hard to hang on to the one thread of sanity had left in his body. “Of course I am..” the wolf made a very disgusted face, sticking his tongue out slightly. “I think I’d rather starve then eat anything with scales..” Remi realized in his head that he probably couldn’t afford to be picky at this very moment, but his stubbornness clearly took over his self preservation. With a defeated sigh, the man slumped his shoulders and stuffed his hands in his pocket, fishing out his beat up phone.  “Well, guess I won’t be staying HERE for too long..” His facial expression changed to one of concern as his green eyes scanned the Lock Screen to see that he had no messages, or missed calls from a uncle Ivan, or anyone who even knew the struggle he’d had. He sighed again, defeated, before making his way back to his beat up van. He gripped the discolored handle of the side door, and attempted to pull it open, however it was of course a rolling turd of a van, so it didn’t budge. He had to put all of his left over strength, which wasn’t much, into ripping the door open. It made a huge bang once the wheels finally broke free of the dirt and rust that had been sitting on it for who knows how long, which made the wolf wince and rub his temples. “Gah, after the last few days I’ve had, I should be able to HIBERNATE in this bitch..” He shakily sat on the edge of the van his feet still planted firmly on the gravel ground. “I’ll have to get a blanket and pillow tomorrow..” There was no way Remi could convince himself he was ready to lay down on the corrugated metal that made up the vehicles floor.

Kezzi: The whole scene was witnessed by the very intrigued leopard. He’d people watched a many in his life, and he could detect a struggling soul from a mile away. “This guy is something…” mumbling out to himself as he took the last few bites of fish he had left. Finishing up his meal the leopard continued to contemplate how he could possibly help this sorry man, with his sorry van. Getting up and off the bench, tossing his dishes in the sink real quick he came back out and made his way over to his storage chests, stacked on the bike rack located toward the back of his bus. Taking gentle hands against the latches he input the code, then clicked them open leisurely and began to dig inside his chests. After a few minutes he was able to acquire a few of his extras. Inside he was able to retrieve one large 1lb bag of high quality jerky he had picked up a week prior from a small family owned business on his way up here, a large soft black blanket, a decently stuffed pillow with a Rasta pattern case on it, and a couple bottles of water. Placing all these things neatly inside a basket, he made his way slowly over to the sketchy van and dropped the care package with a gentle “thump” at his feet. “I don’t know you, you don’t know me, but I know when someone is in need, I’m Levi,” he stuck out his hand in a proper greeting format, his face morphed into a bright, inviting smile that seemed to gleam under the night stars, his eyes squinted closed and his freckled cheeks crinkled. The smaller of the two was wearing cut off, tight, ripped up jean shorts with a light blue muscle tank, as in particular fashion for him, he was without any shoes, Levi hated shoes, he was a socks or barefoot kind of fellow.

Geezy: The soft thump of the strangers care packaged made the wolf jump nearly two inches off of the metal he was sitting on, breaking his train of thought. A snarl formed on his disheveled face, showing his near freakishly white teeth, which looked strange against the weary backdrop of his face. His eyes were a little sunken in and bloodshot, only making his green eyes stand out even more, and clear veins from both stress and exhaustion protruded from his temples and neck. “I’m not in need, I just haven’t been out this way before..” Remi growled at the man, his posture changing to one of defense. The wolf’s large frame had a big, grey hoodie with some music artist lazily thrown over it, and the tight black jeans that were just a little too short on such long legs had a rip in one knee that the male happened to be fidgeting with when Levi came up. Toxic green eyes were locked on the strangers hand, until they began to follow up his arm and fell intimidatingly on this man’s freckled cheeks.

Kezzi: Levi blinked once, then twice. His facial expression was un-phased by the seemingly violent aura this stranger was seeping with. As he eyed the man up and down, retracting his hand he gave a short roll of his eyes that followed with a cocky smirk. “Sure, big guy, I know, it’s very threatening to receive a care package from a twink, MY BAD,” the messy haired 27 year old poked at him with an offended tone to his Irish accent. He was starting to consider that he may just have tried to help a homophobe. Why else would someone be so offended by his approach? He’s not exactly what anyone would call scary…in this form. “Look, whatever, my bad just don’t hate crime me for trying to be a decent person alright?” He said harshly, giving him another once over before turning now on his heels. He really wanted to believe the best in people and especially strangers he would meet along the road, the idea of community, and his name meaning the joining of harmony, he felt a sort of duty to be the harmony everywhere he went, but this dude was clearly in a bad way and had no intentions of having a friendly chat, and Levi wasn’t one to stay where he wasn’t wanted. However, He also wasn’t going to take it too personally, he was just going to continue to be the gorgeous ray of sunshine that he always is.

Geezy: ‘Hate…. crime….?’ Remi thought to himself, although the amount of thought it took to even process the world around him made his caffeine overloaded brain throb. Confusion fell across his face, which he’d be lying if he tried to say that wasn’t his usual, default face. Watching as the stranger turned to leave, the wolf can feel his muscles slowly unwind themselves, and the adrenaline start to leave his face once again. He let out a weary exhale, but the breath that was brought back into his lungs afterward willed an amazing odor into his sinuses. His green eyes snapped open, and he took a few more good deep breaths in through his nose, before sniffing softly and discovering the scent that was already making his mouth overflow with saliva was coming from the strangers bag. The man quickly looked back up to see the stranger was already back near his own camper van, seeming to have not been phased at all by their conversation. His eyes darted back down to the bag on the ground, and then back at Levi. His breath caught in his throat, and he attempted to nonchalantly, but still sneakily slide the bag towards him, and bring it in to the van for him to closely inspect. Once the bag was in his possession, he scrunched his very lanky body into the back of the van’s uncomfortable metal floor with his legs crossed and the strangers bag in front of him, and closed the sliding side door loudly behind him. His heart was beating so hard he could hear it in his ears at he stared at the strange bag, clearly suffering some sort of PTSD from the ordeal with his mother and uncle. He knew in his heart that this stranger that was nothing but smiles PROBABLY wouldn’t be involved with.. them.. but his gut couldn’t let him let his guard down. He finally was able to break his trancelike stare on the bag, to unzip the top, and his nerves instantly soften once he is able to lay eyes on the contents. The very top of the bag was the pillow, which even his own paranoid brain couldn’t come up with ulterior motives for. He gently took the pillow from the top, and that’s when he saw it, his breath catching in his chest and that /scent/ filling his nose again. The bag of jerky made him quiver, his stomach again growling loudly and twisting on itself. How had he let himself get so hungry that he was almost in tears to see something as simple as beef jerky? He had no idea, but there was no other thought in his head besides devouring the dried meat. Putting the pillow to the side, he grabbed the jerky in a panic, ripping the top with his increasingly shaky hands, and grabbing the biggest piece he could find to stuff in his large waiting mouth. Once he took a huge bite from the chunk in his trembling hands, he exhaled in satisfaction and leaned back against the side of van. The hair raised on his neck and arms from the goosebumps, and his eyes became slightly misty when he realized the actual kindness from this random person, who didn’t know him in any capacity, but still went out of his way for the dark haired man. That wasn’t something Remi experienced ever in life. Even his mother and Uncle both had their own secret agendas. How did this small man not have his own skeletons in his closet? He wondered to himself as he chewed, slowly feeling more strength return to his sullen body.

Kezzi: Levi had made it back into his own bus and tried to shake off the weird vibes he was essentially overcome with. Who was that guy? Why is he out here? “Why do you care? It’s just another passerby!” He said throwing his hands up in exhaustion. “Let’s just get comfy in our Jammie’s, maybe go out on the shore and smoke a J or 3….then bed time!” Hands flattening out around his space of existence as he spoke. He was talking to himself so casually as he began the ultimate shuffle through his drawers and compartments. Levi changed into a pair of black with white trimmed baseball shorts and a long black graphic t-shirt that went past the shorts and almost made one wonder why he wore them anyway, but it was for the aesthetic. The graphic was a pink circle, with an alien holding a yellow balloon. It was a Guardin shirt (unbeknownst to him) he picked up at a goodwill during a stop, far too big for him but he really liked aliens and for $3 he didn’t pass it up. Once he was properly dressed for bedtime, he yoinked three joints out of his stash box along with a lighter, slipped on some fuzzy black slippers and scuffled his way to the shore of the water. It was blackened by the night sky but illuminated by the moon and stars, it was one of Levi’s most favorite views. He remembered when his mom first took him out here as a teen…right after grandma Orla died and his mom was contemplating selling her house for an RV. She had taken Levi across trip in a fancy model she borrowed off one of the many men she used. Eve wanted to give Levi the chance to see how much fun it would be even though his siblings were gone. Of course, it hadn’t been much of what she promised when it came to, but Levi still had nice moments of fishing with his mama down by the lake here. Cares behind them as the sun shined against their pale Irish skin. He sparked up a joint, while he stuck the other two, one behind each of his ears. Taking a long inhale of the herb stick he shortly exhaled it in a slow, relaxed manner, all worries of the strange man in the rotting van were but another experience given to the ether now. It was just him and Mother Nature again, Levi against the world. He chuckled to himself, though it was full of emotion. “Damn, Mam’ I miss you like…barmy…” he sighed out loud, taking in another hit.

Geezy: Before he could even blink, the wolf had cleaned out the whole bag of jerky, and even ripped the bag down the side to be able to lick the crumbs off the side. He had no idea he was so hungry, but running for your life for 37 hours in an “RV” that always felt like it would shake a little too hard just once and completely fall apart, on top of his mother being killed and Uncles entire garage being trashed would definitely do that to anyone. But he would have to really check the poor vehicle he was supposed to call home for however long out once he finally was able to relax somewhere. If there was one thing in life he knew how to do, it was work on cars. At the very least, Remi could get it running better than it did when it drove off the lot, if he had the resources. But here? Who knows if he could work enough magic enough to even consider it a reliable vehicle. But, that was to be a thought for another day. Grabbing a water bottle from the care package, again stopping to appreciate the man, what did he say his name was? Levi? Levi’s generosity to even include it with the things he brought him. He chugged the whole large water bottle, drinking it so quickly that the plastic crunched in on itself and a small bit rolled down his chin. The last swallow choked him up a bit, but he quickly recovered and snatched the pack of Camels with his zippo lighter inside out of the cup holder in the front of the vehicle. He attempted to open the two back doors that were nearly rusted together, but even with all of his 170 pounds, he couldn’t open them. Finally, one foot crashed against one of the two doors loudly and it broke the seal enough that the door came flying open, hitting the side of the van when it did. Suddenly aware of the wolf’s presence in such a quiet place, he looked around cautiously a few times before sliding his boot-cladded feet onto the gravel once again. The wind-chill took him by surprise, causing his long arms to wrap around himself with a shiver, and a large yawn that exposed all of his weirdly white teeth. “Fuck all of this.” He finally muttered softly, putting a cigarette to his lips and flicking the zippo open to light it. He took a concerningly long drag from it, before taking it away and exhaling in a slow grey cloud of smoke, and resting his arm on his bent knee. What the fuck was he going to do? Was he supposed to look for his uncle? Interesting how he seemed to just disappear after his own sister was murdered, and RIGHT when he was the one that was supposed to be getting Remington out of town.. But Meeko.. Suddenly, Remi gasped softly, one large hand cupping his forehead as he doubled over, wincing. Fuck, man. His head felt like a bomb was constantly echoing in the chambers of his skull. He really physically couldn’t give the past week any more thought, or the stress would eat him alive. Completely standing now, Remi shook off the pain in his head and with it, the rest of his thoughts of anything besides finishing his cigarette so he might be able to curl up under the soft blanket Levi had given him, and finally get some well deserved rest.

Kezzi: Halfway through his second joint Levi decided it was getting too late to be out this far by himself so he started trailing his very stoned self out to the lot again. Joint still in hand he walked up the trail and through the parking lot again, and there he was. The strange man again. He really didn’t look well according to the nosey cat. “Not my circus, not my monkeys,” he sighed out a puff of marijuana smoke. Just at that moment his lanyard adorned in the many keychains he has collected through his travels, snapped. “Oh not again,” he sighed embarrassed this would happen just a few feet from the stranger. He felt a strange sensation crawl against his skin, like he was being perceived again. Scrambling now, he grabbed his keys, they jingled loudly and caught the attention of a nearby trucker exiting the bathroom. The tall, roundish man stopped in his tracks, the spurs on his boots made the sound of a tinkle that caused Levi’s inner alarms to start blaring inside his soul. Standing back up on both his feet, straightened back, head high, he started to walk, refusing to acknowledge the creepy existence of this burly man. Oh no…oh no…he left his knife inside…he couldn’t transform here either…he’d have to leave immediately…and he can’t run from another charge. He let someone take him down once before and he hasn’t let another soul get the best of him since. Drops of sweat started to form on the temples of his head, legs carrying him faster now when the man called out “Hey! Where you goin??” Oh shit, oh no. Faster Levi, this man is not prepared for the can of murder he is threatening to open. “Home! Leave me alone!” Levi shouted out back behind him. “Oh come on cutie, that’s no way to act at a rest stop! We can have some fun!” Okay Levi, keep calm, keep cool, everything is fine. Ignore the crazy man and get in your house, maybe go take a quick drive down the road and hide until the guy leaves? He could threaten him with the very large machete he kept for looks….’man I really don’t want to have to get my hands dirty tonight’…Levi concerned within himself as he heard the man speak again with more aggression in his tone. “Don’t be a prude, I’ll take it if I have to,” oh my god, this man wanted to die. Levi spun around and stood as tall as a man who was 5’8 and 120lbs could. “Can you maybe just take the no??” The man growled low in his throat, clearly his masculinity damaged by rejection and started to walk closer to Levi, the leopard’s light blue eyes starting to glow even in the darkened night. Way too noticeable. The man stuttered back, he paused. “You got some crazy ass eyes…” he muttered almost entranced but none the less was determined to at the very least, assert his dominance. The cat’s body started to crouch, legs parted and planted.

Geezy: Remi’s ears rang with the sound of the conflict just down the road a little, and at once all of his attention was directed there. Before he could even react, his body was already moving towards the grotesque man and the stranger that had been so kind to him. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, man.” Remi growled in a haunting voice; one so dark and unsettling that it would make the hairs raise on the back of your neck. As if by teleporting, Remi was already at the truckers side with one hand raised up with his palm out and completely flat. In one swift motion, his huge palm met the side of the mans face, and smashed the other side against the wooden frame of the gazebo type structure they were under. The mans fat cheeks squished out against the wood, panic filling his eyes as he whimpered to the wolf. “I think its time you made your way back to your own accommodations and leave this man alone like I’ve heard him tell you multiple times..” He dug his nails into the mans scalp as he pushed harder against his face, the mans eyes now so mushed that he could barely see out of them. “Or I’ll gut you like the pig you are.. right here in front of everyone..” The trucker gasped against the wood and began to wail loudly in tears, which caused a very familiar tingling to course through Remi’s entire body, starting in his toes and migrating up to his face until he could feel himself getting hot. His green eyes glowed so fiercely that he could see the reflection against the mans face, but he didn’t let up his grasp. The way a terrifying smirk crept across his face caused the man to urinate as he stood there, shaking against Remi’s hand, which was trembling with excitement. Seeing this pathetic display, he finally threw the man to the side by the sleeve of his shirt with a booming laugh that shook the ground a little. “Don’t ever let me catch you coming back around here bothering anyone else.” By this time, Levi had completely vanished from the wolf’s thought, and all he saw was red, from the offense he took of that DISGUSTING man thinking he could force himself on anyone. Remi’s long, fit body was at this point visible shaking with rage and disgust as he seethed, and it was almost if cartoon steam even shot from his ears. Even if he hated his Mother and everything she stood for, he watched her get raped and beaten by so many men her entire life. Hearing the familiar sounds in the distance from his van broke something in him, and he appeared to handle this strangers terrifying encounter that could have easily ended badly without thought.

Kezzi: Without a second to blink, think, or say a word the scene that unfolded before him started to play out within seconds but felt like hours. He kept looking around and the few people that had been out, decided it was best to go back, in. Wherever that was for them. People rarely called police around these areas anyway. Would take entirely too long for them to get there and do anything. Levi froze watching how the man tossed the trucker around like a rag doll. His cheeks got flushed and his body turned hot. “Oh please not now…” he muttered to himself way too quietly for anyone to hear, feeling just a slight tinge of arousal, because though the man was clearly tired and needed a good shower, he was fit and under this moonlight in these circumstances, god damn. He cleared his throat and just stood there after the perpetrator scrambled off lucky to still be alive after his encounter with the unhinged parking lot guest. Clearly he wasn’t a homophobe or out to harm Levi, as the very opposite had just been apparent to him. So what WAS the dude’s deal then? Clearly something was haunting his very essence but that was a mystery to everyone but Remi. The silence fell over them as his eyes lightened again, observing the aftermath. “Hey, I appreciate the help, I could have handled it myself but I do value the camaraderie…” his voice was soft, gentle, almost like the wind, his slippered feet came together at a point. Certainly it was better it ended this way, as Levi wasn’t sure exactly how alive he personally would have left the man but he was lucky. Grateful. Essentially, what the stranger did for him was preserve his ability to keep visiting his favorite place without worry. “But seriously…thanks…”he muttered scratching the back of his neck nervously, avoiding eye contact seeing as their last interaction wasn’t the most friendly, and he wasn’t sure how to communicate with this erratic raven haired man.

Geezy: Just as quickly as the sound of conflict caused the man to sprint from his van, Remi turned on his heels quickly to face the smaller male that he had instinctively come to rescue from the trucker. His grizzled features that only moments ago were so frightening that they made a grown man pee his pants, seemed to soften and almost show.. What was that feeling? Compassion? A very small, almost warm smirk spread across the man’s face, and his muscles could visibly be seen withdrawing from their tight grip. Much to even his own surprise, a deep chuckle escaped his lips. “I’m sorry about that..” he shook his head to try and dismiss the very loud scene that had caused moments earlier. “I don’t usually get involved in other peoples issues..” He adverted his bright green orbs to the ground momentarily, before returning his gaze once again. “It just makes my skin crawl that people like that are allowed to exist thinking they can just take whatever they want.” A quick memory of his own mother getting her face beaten in by one of the many men she tried to rely on caused him to grimace, one gleaming canine tooth being exposed. “Figured i should probably also thank you for the bag you tried to offer me earlier.. I’ve had a week from hell like you probably wouldn’t believe, but I shouldn’t have been an ass.” Remi almost /smiled/ sheepishly, using one large hand to push his disheveled black hair from his eyes. You would never imagine that just moments earlier, the wolf looked like something that was dragged from hell itself and spit out, as he now looked more human than he had the entire time he had been in this strange place. “How’d you know a guy could put down some teriyaki beef jerky?” He chuckled again, rubbing the back of his neck as a very slight pink flush splashed across his bruised cheeks.

Kezzi: The second their eyes met each other, something inside Levi turned on. Not him sexually, I mean, kind of, but no, this was something entirely new he had never in his life experienced before. It was almost like he hadn’t felt alive until this very moment in time. What was it?  He felt his cheeks get hot and they dusted rose as Remi spoke to him. He giggled into his hand softly, almost subconsciously unable to control this weirdly submissive feeling. “No, really, thanks, you’ve preserved something very special for me tonight,” his eyes closed as he smiled brightly, still flushed. When suddenly he was hit with an apology he actually looked quite shocked, Levi wasn’t used to hearing apologies, his shoulders dropped and his expression turned warmly. “No worries, the world is….like a bag of crystals. Some of the things you’ll encounter in it are meant to hurt you or protect you, I get the feeling, ” he shrugged it off easily as he pulled the last joint out of his ear and lifted it up to the taller man. “Well, I got more food stocked up in my place if you need a smoke, more food and just a safe place to relax for a few hours? I myself love a good bag of jerky…that was from a locally sourced farm I passed about 60 miles back nothin better than fresh jerky….” He realized he was babbling, oh no. He rarely got the chance to speak to other people, not like he didn’t try, certain areas are less friendly than others. “No pressure though, I would just like to properly thank you for the help back there… and forgive my tendency to pry but…” he pointed to the vehicle Remi had pulled up in, “that doesn’t look too comfortable…I’ve got an extra bed I could unfold,” he looked him with sincerity deep in his diamond blue eyes. Levi could tell this man wasn’t used to kindness or human decency by the sound of his responses, and If there was one thing he could offer was just that. If anything, the leopard could use a genuine friend.

Geezy: As if a bolt of lightening had struck him, all of Remi’s hair over his whole body began to stand on end, almost as if his own body was preparing for this kindness to be a trap again. However,  he was able to shove this random feeling of panic down to the very pits of his stomach, recovering in record time for the wolf even though it was very apparent that he was fighting some inner demons. “Eh, you’ve already helped me out so much, and you don’t even know me..” The wolf’s sheepish expression evolved into one of confusion, which seemed to fit his face somehow. “Aren’t you worried I’ll fuck you over, or steal your shit?” Remi asked, stuffing his hands in the front pocket of his large hoodie that hung lazily over his frame, almost making you wonder what size sweaters a man of his structure would have to buy for them to be so large. Glancing back over his shoulder at the embarrassment of a van that his uncle “gave” him, the man shook his head a few times with what looked to be a combination of annoyance, amusement, and worry all at once. “Yeah.. Ethel is a monstrosity..” A rough chuckle flowed out of him. “Mad long story you probably don’t care about, but in my defense, I wouldn’t be driving her if I had any other option.” He turned towards Levi again, a smile on his worn face that was something extremely rare to the wolf. He was completely taken off guard by both this strangers complete and utter trust of him, and his kindness towards a dirty stranger who was nothing but rude and unappreciative. But for some reason, the large man’s curiosity was winning out against his caution. Why did this stranger make him feel so many things? Why wasn’t Remi’s first instinct to be rude and otherwise unapproachable like he always was? It’s the tactic that kept him safe for so many years, and it was all just dissolving as his eyes locked with Levi’s. “That’s very kind of you.” Wow, those words felt so strange spilling off of his cracked lips. Had he ever spoken those words to anyone before? His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, but it only willed him towards the other. “I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

Kezzi: He couldn’t help it, truly he couldn’t, he was slightly awkward but too bold. “Look…” he giggled “the only things I have worth taking, most people could simply as for…I don’t have the most expensive shit, and anyone willing to steal all the food I worked hard to get, well, must need it more than me…you’ll see….it’s just plants and stuffies,” he laughed again almost trying to cover up he was actually embarrassed. Levi had old things, things people wouldn’t really go out of their way to want nor steal. He tried to live very minimal…the only thing he had a hard time with was stuffed animals. “I’ve been on the road for a long time now, I’ll tell you, I’ve had worse people than Mr. Beer Gut earlier, and I’ve also met some of the kindest, wisest souls behind the mask of dirt and bad hair….so trust me when I say, I’m not worried about you, and I hope, you don’t worry about me,” looking up at him again with that same sincere smile and brightly colored eyes. “You don’t need to make it up to me, you know…..” pausing “ I don’t know your name…you’re not obligated to give me a real name If you’re like….on the run or something but …” he shook his head trying to desperately stay on track. “The point is, My dear friend, you are worth bare necessities, you don’t owe me for helping you out in the most necessary human way I can, it’s the bare minimum! Best way you can thank me, is to remember this kindness and to pass it back into the world again shall the opportunity present itself!” he nodded his head in a ‘matter of factly’ type of way and then without a thought turned quickly on his heels and waved his hand, beckoning the large male to follow him. “Come now, I think I have something in the freezer you might enjoy,” knowing very well for certain he did. Levi resourced and collected his meats either through hunting or local indigenous hunters. He usually goes into the reservations, helps them clear their pest population and they reward him with tons of food. Problem is he doesn’t have a lot of space so he had to get creative in a few ways. Let’s just say some of the cabinets in his bus are actually tricked out mini freezers. Cat needs his protein. However, he still hunts when he can because it’s always important to eat a freshly caught meal. They got to the bus, Levi unlocked it and opened the door, quickly ducking inside to turn on his twinkling star lights giving a gentle ambience to the tiny home. “ Casa de Levi!” Letting out a shy snort as he began to shift his table décor around the space only to fold it down into a bed. “Hmm…” he compared the bed to Remi, looking him up and down, he sucked his lips in trying desperately not to laugh. “Okay, you can sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep on here…you’re clearly too tall for this one, but…I’d beg you to take a shower before sleeping in my bed,” he looked like he had sucked on a lemon, trying not to be rude but also trying to be honest that he didn’t want dirt in his precious safe space. “You can take a shower and I’ll cook up one of the steaks I got in here, do you want a baked potato on the side? Oh, everything in the shower feel free to use it’s all homemade soaps and stuffed, labeled,” Levi said without giving Remi much of a chance or choice to answer as he started taking things out of the freezer, fridge, cabinets, already in care taker mode.

Geezy: The wolf was literally dumbfounded by all of the different things Levi said he had while living in a van, let alone that he was being offered any of it, but he still followed behind Levi with both hands crammed in his pockets again. Remi had pretty much grown up on the streets, his mother a doormat that couldn’t even take care of herself, let alone a child, or a wolf child like Remington. Ever since he could remember his mother was drunk, pushing him on any family member or hell, friendly enough neighbor, that would agree to watch him for her. He always wore clothes that should have been thrown away years ago, with holes and loose threads hanging off of them, and shoes with holes straight through to the ground that barely stayed on his feet. He never went to school, as his mother would get in trouble for neglect if anyone saw him the way he was, and he was never even taught about being a wolf by anyone in his family. He only stayed around his mother during what would have been his high school years because his uncle was teaching him to build and work on cars. So the large man may not have the book smarts that he could have, but he could survive out on the street with nothing since he could walk. As they approached Levi’s RV, the wolf’s green eyes widened in amazement at the incredulous design, which was only intensified once inside. His sensitive nose was instantly assaulted with all of the delicious smells of all of the different kinds of meat in such a small area, giving Remi a sort of floaty high and making it difficult for him to think of much else. His stomach growled loudly, interrupting his deep concentration on the scents entering his nose, and refocusing him on the situation. Although he definitely hadn’t heard a single word out of Levi’s mouth until he was told he could sleep in Levi’s bed. “Huh? Oh..” he looked down at his clothes, suddenly noticing the once pristine fabric was fraying in some spots, stained in small blood droplets, and way darker than they were 4 days ago. He flipped his hands over in front of him, smirking at the amount of dirt and blood under his slightly sharpened nails. “Yeah, yeah, that’s totally reasonable.” He nearly let out a full laugh, and a smile spread across his face, something he hadn’t felt in god knows how long. “Honestly, load me up with whatever. I’m not picky..” Remi paused for a second. “Ehhh, anything but things with scales..” He made the same, disgusted face with his tongue partly out that he had made at the machine earlier, before letting that actual full laugh slip out of him. “..Thank you.” finally came from his lips in a soft tone, quite obvious that it wasn’t something he said very often either. “I’ll go take a shower.”

Kezzi: Laughing at his comment about scales, Levi continued to pull things out of his tiny kitchen space. Suddenly he paused “oh!….” He looked around and stuttered a-bit “hmm….” Disappearing behind the curtain of his “bedroom” Shuffling through his clothes he pulled out an overtly large pair of grey sweats and a smaller light blue tank top. Quickly he peeled the clean, but smelling like him, Alien shirt off his head. After which he slid the tank top over and then folded the shirt with the sweats, turned around and handed the clothes to Remi. “Sorry the shirt I was wearing is probably the only shirt I have that’ll fit you….it is clean though! Swear by it, only wore it for about an hour,” He said nervously before speaking again “The water should still be hooked up, hot is left and cold water is right,” pulling a towel out of a nearby compartment he also handed the wolf this article as well. “And to dry,” he said sheepishly grinning. “Take your time, I’ll be out here,” nodding his head, turning his position back towards the meal he was making. Levi did have a hot pot stove he used on occasions like this. He loved his furnace, and using a freshly built fire, but it was far too late to be doing any of that. In a cast iron, he melted some butter with the thawed steak, threw in some rosemary, garlic and just kept the slab of meat moist with flavor. The smells started to fill up his tiny space decorated in hanging vines, lights, and Polaroid pictures of different beautiful views. Levi hummed to himself gently as he stuck a potato in the oven once it dinged that it was ready. During the time of Remi enjoying a freshening up, the leopard was enjoying himself being able to cook for a guest. Rarely did the young man get a chance to be hospitable to people, and he loved having company. Often when he went to the beach he played bingo with the biddies, besides old ladies and young kids, no one really gave Levi much the time of day. Since his mother died, life on the road was lonely and came with obstacles but even when he had his mother, he had always truly felt alone anyway. His ultimate mission was to find his brother and sister. He knew they were out there, somewhere…he got lost in basting his steak for a second before his timers went off. Shaking his head clear, Levi plated the steak, and a fully dressed baked potato with homemade butter, homegrown chives, home cured and dried bacon, and some decadent sour cream also locally sourced and made. Levi almost never bought things from grocery stores unless it was absolutely necessary. He had his own herb and veg garden neatly secured and sprouting ontop of his bus, Levi had to really get creative but it works and it produces great convenience for him. “Foods up! Take your time it’s seating on the food warmer for you!” He shouted out to the man in the shower. Turning on the warming plate, he set the dinner plate ontop to make sure the food stayed up to par until the wolf was ready to emerge. Levi slid off his slippers and put them in his shoe area under his bed and then began to dress the guest bed, to his standards. Adding extra blankets, moving some of his stuffies and pillows he fluffed and stuffed the tiny bed to meet his comfort levels. “Wonderful,” he kissed his fingers like a chef would and then plopped himself in as he started scanning through Netflix titles.

Geezy: “Oh, you don’t have to-“ Remington’s slightly hoarse voice was cut off before he could finish as Levi had already thrust the clothes and towel into his hands. It took until that moment for him to register what shirt he was given, and a genuine smile of excitement covered his lips, although he figured he would comment once he was able to stuff food into his mouth. Taking the clothing and towel he was given into the strangely spacious bathroom, he took notice of how many different soaps and bath products Levi’s bathroom had, before setting the items down on the top of the closed toilet seat. Passing by the mirror, Remi grimaced at his own reflection. Did he really look like that? His eyes were definitely more sunken in than they were a few days ago,  and his defined cheek bones were littered with bruises and dirt. “You be looking mad rough, buddy.” The man grumbled to his reflection, adverting his eyes to the shower to dismiss his self deprecating thoughts. His large hands twisted the shower knobs to adjust the water to just barely under boiling, before he started to peel off the dingy grey sweater he was wearing, and the black shirt that stuck to his skin underneath. Once he finally was able to get a good look at his own body under all of his dirty clothes, a soft gasp escaped his mouth when he finally saw them. The once almost invisible marks from the last syringe that had met his skin had evolved to dark purple marks on both arms, the scabs from the needle still hanging on for dear life. “Well, fuck..” the wolf breathed as he ran a thumb slowly over the dark skin, before looking up at himself in the mirror again. He was much more pale than usual, his usual dark circles under his eyes were now accented with a bright gloss of excess tears, and he sniffed away the small gleam of snot from his nostril. The wolf knew he was starting the very steep, slippery slope down to withdrawal, but he couldn’t think about that now. His muscles begged him to step into the shower, to which he finally gave it. Holy shit was the feeling beyond anything the man had felt in years. Despite the growing pain in his bones, Remi could only think about the delicious food that was now making him salivate again from the scent wafting through the door, and mixing with the steam. Quickly finishing up in the shower, he stepped out and dried off his large frame, which now looked less like that of a homeless man, and lazily dressed himself in the clothes Levi had given him. Putting the shirt on over his head, he had to stop briefly to take a deep inhale of the material, the scent that filling his nose now exciting him nearly as much as the smell of the cooking food. Remi took a second now to check himself over in the mirror once more, the look of a rehab outpatient not so apparent now that he had taken a shower, and finally exited the bathroom. The glorious smell of the food Levi had cooked and was now warming on the hot plate quite literally made Remi’s knees weak, and he had to use one hand to steady himself against the wall. “Damn, it smells so good..” The raven haired man commented, the color partially returning to his face by just smelling the steak.

Kezzi: Having landed on Big Mouth, a raunchy TV show he fell asleep to often, he laid back In his new spot for the night and laughed along to the cheesy, foul bits the show had to offer. Not long after the tall raven haired man came stumbling slowly out his bathroom and he smiled brightly at him. “There he is!! I knew there was a handsome stud under all that stress! Hope the shower was good to you!” The smaller teased cutely, in all seriousness Levi had to pour concrete on his lips to hide the simple fact he wanted to A-ooga the absolute house down, my god what a man. Relax Levi, Jesus. Noticing the bruises, lacerations and more littered across the now clean wolf, he realized he would have to approach that later when he’d gained the stranger’s trust a bit more. Couldn’t send the man off without a proper caring for. He lifted a hand to show Remi which direction his meal was. “Bon Appetit! I wasn’t sure how you like your steak but you give rare vibes like myself so I hope you like pink meat!” His bubbly personality shining through as he quickly launched himself from his spot. “Oh! Annnnnd,” opening his fridge with one swift pull from his hand to retrieve out an ice cold Heineken beer. “It’s not the best but someone gave me a pack the other day for helpin’ them fix a flat, you’re welcome to some,” offering the wolf a drink as he cracked one open for himself using his strong teeth. Some of them jagged and broken, more so in the back of his mouth, his earlier addictions weren’t exactly kind to his dental. However, the teeth that mattered most were still going very strong and relatively straight too. It was almost hard to notice right away. Getting the cap off Levi threw the liquid back without a second thought, finishing with a rather desperate gasp for air. “I have had terrible cotton mouth since before I ran into that asshole…forgive me for being so feral just now,” Levi’s laugh was one of those laughs you could never get tired of, something about it was soul soothing, it echoed through the chambers of the bus. “Make yourself at home, I eat in the beds so don’t worry about that…I’d rather my bed smell like steak than ass if you know, you know,” he waved his hand about before taking a blue vape out of his kitchen drawer, he hit it slowly and exhaled in the opposite direction of Remi’s face as to not bombard him or be rude.

Geezy: Remi’s cheeks seemed to brighten as a soft blush fell across his face. Did he just call the wolf handsome? This kid really must be blind.. “Honestly I wasn’t expecting to need a shower so badly,” he chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry you had to see that.” He quickly shuffled over to the plate Levi had made him, picking it up and licking his lips like a cartoon coyote, before graciously accepting the beer from the other’s hand with a smile. “Damn, treating me like a king, huh?” This time the smile on his lips stretched so far that his white teeth almost sparkled in the light, and now that he was less grungy, they fit better with his sharp features. As his muscles trembled under the strain of just keeping himself upright, the wolf decided to slowly make his way to Levi’s bed and sit down slowly, an almost dad-like groan coming from his lips as he sat down. Once the man was finally comfortable where he was sitting, he wasted no time cutting off a huge bite of the steak and stuffing it into his waiting mouth, goosebumps almost instantly raising across his large arms. Suddenly, his face lit up and he took a in a sharp breath. Remi quickly finished chewing the monster size bite he took that should have choked a snake before he chimed in happily. “Oh, and have you been stalking me?” He laughed, shaking his head before pulling down the shirt he was wearing to display the front better. “How did you just happen to give me the only Guardin shirt I don’t own? He’s my favorite artist.” Remi was almost a different person when he started up about music, or cars, of course. The normally stoic, intimidating and otherwise unapproachable wolf now somehow had a childlike gleam to him that wasn’t instantly stifled by self consciousness. He picked up the beer from the floor, taking a long drink and easily killing half of the bottle in one drink. “If I didn’t leave Sofia at my uncles in the rush to leave, I could even pay you for your hospitality in entertainment.” The laughed that followed was slightly sad as thoughts of the guitar that had been his only valued possession for as long as he could remember raced in his head. “Some other time for sure though.” Remi continued to shovel food into his mouth at inhuman speeds, until everything that was once piling on top of his plate had disappeared.

Kezzi: “This is King treatment? Oh honey…” Levi felt almost genuinely terrible that this man thought genuine human care was the best it can get. “Trust me, you’ll know that treatment when you get it,” he gave a flirty, under confident breathy chuckle, unable to help himself before sharply turning his gaze to the joint he left on the counter, he reached over from where he was and snagged it before sitting on his newly designated bed, sparking the j with a lighter he had hidden nearby, once comfortably seated. He went from calm, cool, collected to a stuttering, blushy mess when Remi called him a stalker, a joke he could pick up and take no problem in most circumstances but something about it made him flustered. “No! No stalking haha!” scratching the back of his neck as he explained “I actually got that shirt at a goodwill, for $3! I was in desperate need for a shirt that day, laundry was all dirty, and Miss Maybelle here,” he slapped the counter of the bus “got her fluids all over me tryna do an oil change…I love Aliens, saw it and had to snag, but it’s served it’s duty with me, keep it, I love how the universe manifested that into existence for you,” smiling with a much cooler demeanor again, teeth out and bright, tad more noticeable how they tended to push together, but it was almost childlike, in the most adorable way. He had never had such a good looking man pay any attention to him, it was always the busted ones that wanted to make nice…and other things. This was refreshing though, the seemingly aggressive man turned out to be no more than a starving pup. It was cute, how easily comfortable the taller, stronger male got around him. It gave him a boost of confidence that maybe his dry spell of friendship would end. It was lonely without someone to message, call, hang out with. It’s the reason he’s almost considered adding a pet to his passage but, pets are a lot of work and he’s got a lot of ADHD. He lost himself in thought while the show played behind them, he waited for Remi to be finished with his meal before handing him the joint. “I have dabs too…” crystal blue eyes rolled back in a quick shot almost to say ‘No biggie’ he heard the statement of payment, and saw the slight sadness reflecting in his eyes. Levi waved his hands in front of him. “No no! It’s really okay, I’m more of an exchange of services type, I make plenty of money at my job, maybe you can help me rotate my tires tomorrow, those bitches are heavy and I CAN do it myself I just….” He shrugged looking a bit shy “wouldn’t mind someone else doing it for me~” his voice reached a higher octave as he sang the last bit in a cheery but comical fashion.

Geezy: “Thanks, I’ve honestly been looking for this shirt for 3 years.. it’s been sold out forever.” He beamed. In a second large gulp, the wolf finished the other half of his beer, and his already bright eyes twinkled at the offer, completely unaware of how to handle the generosity of the other, literally giving him the clothes off of his back. Remi stood up to throw his empty beer bottle in Levi’s recycling bin and set his plate in the sink, still obviously wobbly on his large feet as he moved, and took the opportunity to retrieve the joint from the other’s hand before sitting back down. Pressing the joint to his lips and taking a large drag from it, as the wolf blew out the smoke he French inhaled out of habit, a trick his uncle had taught him when he first started smoking at 11. The THC entering the large male’s bloodstream instantly began to calm the anger in his head and joints. Even if it wasn’t what his body was screaming for, it was one step above sober, and that was all that mattered. He took another quick drag before passing it back to Levi with long arms that easy reached the other. “Oh, word? I can totally rotate your tires for ya if you have the tools? Obviously I, myself, came ill prepared.” He chuckled, gesturing with his eyes towards the rusty van. Two long arms stretched up and locked together behind Remi’s head as he leaned back against the wall that the bed was against. As he slumped down, his body slowly started to realize how comfortable the bed he was sitting on was, and just how tired he really was. He hadn’t slept in nearly 3 days, and boy could his body feel it. His radioactive green eyes could be seen dissociating occasionally as he fought the double vision  to keep them open.

Kezzi: “Honestly, I love every bit of irony in that,” the white haired male beamed back over the bond of a simple t-shirt. What luck, Levi thought to himself. “You’ll find there is almost nothing handy I DONT have!” He giggled feeling the effects of the marijuana slowly overtaking him again, he took the last drag he could and then stamped it out into the tray beside him. That last hit slapping him across the face with a bag of sand, he started slowing down as well, realizing now how worn he was from the day. “We can talk logistics in the morning, for now I think we both had a day,” laugh-yawning at the end of his sentence he got up to lock all the doors, and turn off the lights. Once he had double checked his outlets as well, Levi climbed his way into the guest bed, feeling rather comfy in it despite it being foreign to him. “Night, friend!” He called out to the darkness, still unaware of the wolf’s name but knowing he could probably get that info when the man was well rested, what’s the rush? He snuggled tightly into his favorite bat Squishmallow. Beaming with excitement that he had been able to bond with another person AND have a sleepover. ‘You’d be so proud of me Mam’…..’ he whispered carefully into the softness of his stuffy.

Geezy: Before Levi even had a chance to get up, the wolf was already asleep, his large body still curled up in the smallest amount of space possible on the bed despite having such a large bed all to himself. It was pretty ingrained in the man’s head from a small child to never under any circumstances get in the way, so much so that it even reflected in something subconscious like sleeping. At some point in getting comfortable while half asleep, he manage to get one of the large cow stuffies in his grasp and ended up fully curled up around it, his face nuzzled into its back. Remi slept harder than he had in years, never moving from the spot that he fell asleep, and even his subconscious lucid dream self started to question whether or not he would wake up at all this week. . . .

The Next Morning

Geezy:

Until the twisting of his guts awoke the man with a gasp, causing him to shoot up in the bed with a slender hand shooting up to clutch his stomach in pain. His thick black hair stuck to his face and neck from how much he was sweating, and his skin was ghostly pale, the only part of him with color was the now red and purple rings under his eyes that made him look like something off of The Walking Dead. The wolf scrambled to his feet so quickly he nearly tripped on the corner of the blanket that once help him prisoner, and made a mad dash towards the bathroom that was thankfully as close as it could have been with a hand cupped over his mouth. The sound of intense vomiting slipped past the crack under the door, before Remi took a shaky breath and wiped his mouth and nose with the back of his hand before clearing his throat. Once he was able to recover, he braced himself with both hands against the sink as he looked at himself in the mirror, his face nearly 2 inches from the mirror just to try and focus on seeing through the stream of tears that filled his eyes. “Ugh..” he muttered under his breath, his stomach once again doing an acrobatic act. However, this time he was able to force it back down, crouching in front of the sink to rest his forehead against the cool sink. What a time to have to go through full blown withdrawals.. but that was just his luck. If he could just piece his thoughts together enough to remember what happened yesterday, or even where he was,  or how he could find any china white wherever he was.. shit, he’d even take the black shit at this point. Anything to stop the extreme discomfort he was experiencing throughout his whole body.

Kezzi: Falling asleep harder than he had in a long time, the safety of someone else being there in the bus, comforting him through the usual nightmares he had. It was pure blackness through the night and god, it was bliss. And then a flash, a scene of his lips pressed tight against the stranger of last night’s encounter. The strong hand tight against his throat, as his head slammed back into the wall. “Hng~” he mumbled out loud, when suddenly the sounds of Remi slamming himself into the bathroom and vomiting, woke the sensitive cat from his relatively sensitive dream. “Wha?!” He looked around confused for a moment, realizing at some point his tank top had come off in the night leaving his chest bare to the morning air, forgetting he was in the guest bed. Reality shook him as he realized he was awake, at home, with a stray hanging out in his bus. Not a problem, though the vomiting was concerning…but didn’t exactly shock Levi. The leopard had spent quite the time or two around, addicts. He’d seen the man’s arms last night, and without any judgment he knew of a way to help, but not cure. Levi had spent a lot of time in Slab City, picked up quite a few useful herbal tricks, recipes and medicinals to help himself or others. What a better time than now to use some of those things. He unscrambled himself from the blankets and got out of bed, he allowed Remi to have a moment to himself while he scrambled through his medicine cabinet. “Here it is…” whispering to himself, he found a small tincture bottle that read “asafetida extract”. He set it down on the counter, and began to make up some breakfast while he waited. Grabbing a smaller cast iron than last night’s, then the small basket of eggs out of his fridge, he began to fry some up over his “stove”. As he let those cook he seasoned them with fresh chives, garlic and home ground onion powder.

Geezy: It took Remi a very long time to feel comfortable enough to stand upon baby deer legs, but he finally was able to stand up 3/4ths of the way to splash cold water in his face before he was able to center himself. He remembered everything that transpired the night before, and where he was in that moment, and he just hoped the other wasn’t awake from the commotion that he had once again caused. He winced at another sharp pain in his stomach, but swallowed it to finally exit the bathroom looking like a ghost, still partially hunched over. When he made eye contact with the other who was clearly up now, an embarrassed flush washed over his face. “Hey, I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t wake you up, did i?” He asked, already aware of the answer but hoping to hear something different anyway. “I uh.. I guess the stress just all caught up to me.” He smiled without his eyes, a clear sign he was lying through his teeth. “I made sure to clean up the bathroom though, don’t worry.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his now dull green eyes locked on the floor. “And I swear, I’m not sick or anything.” Remi added quickly, trying to over explain away the situation so the other wouldn’t be upset. He needed the human interaction more than he was willing to admit to himself, and he wasn’t ready to go back to his garbage heap of a van. For some reason, his heart felt complete when he was around the smaller male, and he had given up chasing that feeling decades prior.

Kezzi: Looking over his shoulder from cooking breakfast and flashed Remi a sweet smile off his freckled face. “Good morning!” He wiggled his hips back and forth. “I’m making eggs! Also! I brought out some of my Asa extract, it helps with opioid withdrawals, specifically…” Levi spoke without any reservation or judgement. Quickly he was plating each omelet on two different plates and then fully turned to look at Remi, handing him a plate. “Look, I don’t care what you do, why you do, I can help with some discomforts and other things, but the way this friendship is gonna work and last, is you gotta give me honesty, deal? I know it’s a lot to ask of a stranger but, I promise I won’t ever judge you….and I’ll always give it back as well, starting with what the hell do I call you!? I very well can’t introduce you as “this is my friend…stranger mc idk his name pants”! So let’s start there,” hands on his hips in a mocking fashion, crossing his eyes cartoonishly, he giggled nudging the tall man with his slender hip. The sun shining through the curtains and it illuminated Levi’s pale, freckled skin. “I suggest taking the extract, smoking one of the jays in…” pointing to the small wooden box next to the bed “that box, and eating breakfast first..then go out and get whatever you need to, I have to do some harvesting and clearly….” He paused looking down at the small sink, busting full of dishes. “Dishes…all I ask, is you don’t do it in front of me and you don’t become useless…you can’t rotate my tires if you’re passing out in the gravel,” he broke the edge with a bit of laughter.

Geezy: Shocked that the other knew enough to be able to easily see through his façade, the wolf was left with a slightly confused look on his face, but he gratefully accepted the plate from the other’s thin fingers. The omelet's scent swirled seductively into the air, and he couldn’t help but take a deep breath in through his nose with thankful smile. “Oh, yeah.” It hadn’t even dawned on the big male that he spent all night last night with someone that he hasn’t even given his name to, but he did manage a chuckle at the thought of being introduced like that. “I’m Remington, but just Remi is fine.. I uh,.. I swear, I was being careful with it until a week ago.. Didn’t think I went so ham I’d be left with THIS.” He gestured to his entire run down body, his smile returning. Before he even attempted to sit down, he frantically cut off a bite of omelet with his fork and stuffed it into his mouth, and a soft happy sigh left him at how the others food always seemed to soothe his soul in more ways than one. He managed to swallow the bite, and wasted no time cutting off another one, still standing in the kitchen at this point. “Nah, that’s totally fair. You don’t need to be seeing that anyway.” the wolf swiped away his running nose with a wrist offhandedly cramming another bite into his mouth, and looking up at the other thoughtfully. “I’m gonna try to find a shop somewhere around here to see if I can get some stuff for Ethel… she really needs some love..” Remi laughed in an embarrassed tone, “You need anything but your tires rotated? I could get this girl lookin brand new on the inside if you’re interested.” He laughed again but this time you could tell just by the way he carried himself now that he felt at home under the hood or the chassis of a vehicle. “I swear, i know what I’m doing.” The wolf downed his whole omelette as he continued to stand, and after finishing, he looked at the plate in his hand and back at the sink full of dishes, before making eye contact with Levi. “Anything you need me to do, I got it. I refuse to be in the way.” He rubbed the back of his neck with an ashamed smile, the sentiment obviously still ingrained in the very fiber of the wolf’s being. He would NOT be an inconvenience in this amazing man’s life, if it was the last thing he did.

Kezzi: Sitting beside him on the bed together, Levi began to dig in to his own omelet as he listened to Remington speak. Smiling over at him, swallowing a bite he nodded his head. “It’s wonderful to run into you Remington….er, Remi,” he corrected himself to the shorter version of the male’s name. “Very unique, suits you,” his cheeks flushed in a light pink fashion as he gave the wolf a genuine compliment. Before nodding in agreement, “yeah I was really into Oxy’s for a while there..but truthfully I’d take anything I could get my hands on, I looked ROUGH a few years ago but….I’m 3 years sober!” He said excitedly, his soft, slightly feminine facial features changed to that of celebration for himself. “Whenever your ready you know, I can also help with that, but I know everyone’s journey is different, just know I don’t think any less of you,” he said gently placing his hand on Remi’s knee in reassurance. Trying to remain poker faced, he didn’t want to make the vibes weird, but touching the man….it was like something shocked him. He quickly brought his hand back and stood up. “Right! Ok! Take your Asa tincture, trust me, it’ll make doing things bearable, and you won’t get the sweats,” handing the small bottle to him. “You’ll still feel slightly nauseous but most of your symptoms will become subsided enough that you can function while withdrawing,”  making sure remember every detail of the medicine he had been given. He had used it back when he had a relapse and it helped him through, it isn’t a fix, but a band aid. He flicked on the sink and waited for the water to warm. “I’m going to clean the place up….I need to harvest as well as do some photos for work….” He mumbled the last bit to himself considering what kind of shoot he’d have today. “Oh! But here…”swiftly turning around to his backpack that looked like a regular snow leopard build a bear but Levi had fashioned it into a backpack. The white haired male pulled out a snow leopard printed wallet and picked a card out, handing it to Remi. “There’s a 5k limit on that, pin is 2244, get as much as you want for Ethel, I know /I/ certainly look small and stupid, but I actually built this baby from ground up by myself…I can easily help you build yours to standard!” The trusting leopard prattled on. “I do have a business proposition but, we can discuss it more when you get back, I gotta consider logistics….” He contemplated to himself, snapping out he turned around and grabbed a joint from his box and handing that to Remi as well. “Smoke this while you’re out too, either asap or whenever you feel too nauseous,” blue eyes scanning the small bus he then realized his water was hot and began to skitter his way to washing the dishes. “I’ll be here waiting for your return ever so patiently,” turning to give the taller a cheeky grin followed with a wink.

Geezy: A feeling of slight guilt washed over him and the wolf ran his long fingers through his hair. 3 years clean? He hadn’t had 3 years clean since he was 11 years old. A quick flash of a memory of his mother standing over his small body after he had be rocked in the jaw by the man she was dating at the time. She offered him two oval shaped white pills. “For the pain” she had said to him. And from that moment, the rest of his life was a downward spiral. He shook his head to dismiss the flashback, and he smiled softly at Levi as he returned to earth. “That’s amazing for you. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” Remi was a little taken aback at the card being handed to him, still utterly amazed that this small, unthreatening male trusted him so much, but he cautiously took it and slid the card into the wallet he fished from his pocket. Remi’s long arms stretched across Levi to grab the tincture from beside him, opening the bottle and squirting the brown liquid under his tongue, before making a face and swallowing. “Ugh.” His tongue stuck out of his mouth slightly. Returning the dropper to the bottle and screwing on the cap, he replaced the bottle where it came from, and took the joint from Levi between his two fingers. “Thank you.. For everything.” His green eyes glowed softly as they locked with the other’s for a second, and some color painted his cheeks. Embarrassed, the man quickly stood up again, running fumbling fingers through his hair again. “Alright, I’ll be back shortly, as long as Ethel behaves.” Remi laughed once more, and waved a hand behind him as he exited the vehicle, the cool air shocking his lungs as he stepped out, causing him to cough a bit. Damn, it was so fucking bright. As he slightly stumbled towards the run down van, his eyes slowly began to adjust to the light, and he noticed a group of truckers by the building that Remi had approached the night before. The man he had a run in with was among them, and upon seeing Remi’s large frame approaching them, he was quick to exit. “Hey.” Remi barked in a harsh voice as he came closer to the rest of the group of men. “You guys know where a guy could get some H in these trying times?” “Uh, yeah.. I got some black in my truck if you’re trying to buy some?” A short, stout man piped up, and Remi got a scary smile across his lips as he fished out his wallet and two crumpled up $20 bills. “That’ll do.” The two walked towards a large blue rig cab that was parked off to the side behind the building, and upon their return, Remi stuffed the corner of a plastic bag filled with what looked like weed resin that reeked of vinegar, into his pocket, and shuffled to his rusty “white” van, where he opened the drivers side door and slid into the ripped fabric of the seat. His nerves were now calmed with his fix in his pocket, and for one, Ethel managed to start up with just one crank of the key. “WOOOOO” the wolf howled happily in the drivers seat.

Kezzi: Levi was busy cleaning away, scrubbing and slipping water all over himself, when he realized “oh no!” He quickly grabbed a pen and paper, scrawled down his number in perfect writing, tho rushed, and then sprinted outside the second he heard the van roar to life. It was impressive to anyone that saw, how fast Levi could run. His long legs carried him across the lot in seconds, huffing softly he knocked on Remi’s window, and when the wolf opened it, surprised to see him, he stuck the paper through the window and into Remi’s hands. “This….” He huffed catching his breath, swallowing and shaking his hair about. “This is my number…INCASE you do break down, or something happens,” his face slightly worried, but melting into that of hopeful and thoughtful. “Drive safely,” the remark small, but incredibly genuine as he quickly made his way back to the bus, being cat whistled and “hooted” at by the truckers as he scampered into his house. “Stupid men…” he muttered, shaking it all off in one quick dance he looked around for his phone, then started playing Jeris Johnson music. As that played he swung his hips, side to side, scrubbing and washing the kitchen from sink, to counter, to hot plates to the whole 9. Lost in his motivated space, he continued to dance and sing along to his favorite tunes. “Sparkling!” He said clapping his hands together at the wonderful progress he had made in his once messy home. “Much better,” he sighed before smelling himself over. “I should shower before work…would be a good idea,” his nose twitched with distaste. Setting the shower up, with his outfit for the day and towel close by, he decided to quickly hit the dab before bathing. Sliding the glass crystal cluster shaped bong out from one of his secured cabinets, along with tools and star of the show, some diamonds. His eyes lit up looking at the delicious sauce, heating his nail up with a light blue blow torch. “Oooo kitty missed you ~” moaning like a strange individual would upon being greeted with someone unalive. Using a long thin metal tool, he scooped some of the delicious treat up in a decent chunk, and then he was set for suicide. Sucking the melting dab out of the chamber, he could already feel his brain coming to a halt, like someone was wringing it out to dry. He sucked the last bit of smoke out and once it came gusting out of his lungs, he found himself in an aggressive coughing fiesta. “Oh…” cough “my fuCK…” cough “inG gawd…” cough, cough, hack, hiccup, inhale. Levi managed to settle himself within a few seconds, standing up to grab himself some water. The bus felt so much hotter now…OH HIS SHOWER! “I need an herbal remedy for my god damn attention span,” giggling out loud to himself, he undressed and hopped into the hot water.

Geezy: Remi’s heart almost beat out of his chest at the sound of the other knocking on his window, but he quickly swallowed it and smirked as he took the piece of paper from the others outstretched hand. “Thanks, I’ll shoot you a text right now so have my number too, y’know.. just in case..” the wolf’s smirk intensified, and his eyes twinkled in the sunlight of the day pouring in his open window. Grabbing his phone from the beat up backpack behind him, he was thankful to see it was still charged, and typed a quick “Hey, it’s Remi.” before entering the number into his contacts. He waited, watching until the other had completely gone back inside the rv, not able to help himself staring at the others tight ass. He shook his head quickly to dismiss the thoughts that now clouded his brain about his new friend, running his fingers through his hair, and grabbing the aux cord that dangled lazily off of the dirty dashboard of the van. This van may not have been the most reliable or clean, but at least the stereo system was the most functional thing in it. The wolf’s large fingers snapped the cord into his phone while he searched the gps for the closest auto shop, and soon the volume of “Won’t Let This Go” by Fats’e nearly shook the empty metal van. Yet, still somehow, Remi’s voice could still be heard clearly in the background, and he banged the beat of the song on the steering wheel. “Now I’m back on my bullshit! No more sentimental things! I have to make noise!” He sang happily as he pulled out, the color completely to his skin and in a better mood than he had been in maybe his whole life. Maybe that was the tincture Levi made him take? He didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to question it. Remi continued to sing along to his favorite songs on the way to the auto shop, before pulling up and squeezing his large body out of the back door. It was extremely rare for him to ever get parts at a real shop; one’s that were still shiny and smelled like the varnish of the factory that produced them, and not something that was scavenged and rusty beyond belief and smelled like burnt oil and various other car fumes. As he pushed open the front door to the business, a little bell rang above the door that startled him, but he couldn’t help the ‘kid in a candy shop’ look on his normally sullen face as he looked around at the shelves upon shelves of different car items. The older man behind the counter must have felt like an ant compared to Remington, who couldn’t have stood at more than 4’10 with facing white hair. “Can I help you sir?” The man asked carefully. Remi’s face changed as he heard the strange man’s voice, his defensive wall once again back up. “Uh, yeah. I need 8 spark plugs, an oil filter, camshaft intake rod, inlet manifold head, and a 358 cover for the crankcase for a G3500 5.7 liter V8 engine.” He stated matter of factly to the man, who looked at the wolf with confusion. “Uh,… um…” he stuttered, typing the first thing Remi had mentioned into the computer with shaky, wrinkled fingers, and his incompetence quickly made the wolf’s blood boil under his skin. “I got it.” He finally hissed, pushing past the man to the back to pull the items he needed, which he found quickly and slammed on the counter in front of the man. “These.” Remi barked loudly, pulling out his wallet from his pocket.

Kezzi: Levi stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and started getting dressed in what seemed to be a green lace thong and marijuana leaf pasties over his taut pink nipples. Now began the most frustrating part of his job, tying himself up. He made his way over to his bed, set up his camera and then started tying dark green rope around his upper thighs to his ankles, putting him in a forced, leg spread position. Wobbling around his bed he yanked a black ball gag from the depths of the crack on the side of his bed, out. “There you are,” he giggled wrapping it around his face, the ball placing gently inside his mouth, drool starting to already collect. Setting up his video to photo converting app, he started doing his thing. First he posed with his hands behind his back, missionary, legs spread, facial expression helpless as drool trickled down the sides of his mouth. Slowly moving positions to a behind view of his ass, looking behind him with sultry eyes. He continued like this, switching positions, angles, for a while. Satisfied with the photo portion of his job, he took the ball gag out and swiftly untied himself. “Perfect,” he said standing up and slipping a sapphire blue silk robe over his lewd body. While on his phone, he noticed the text he received from Remi earlier, sending a quick one back. “Sorry! Just finished up photos. Here’s my texty text back!” Regretting it the second he sent it. “Oh my god Levi, texty text? Are you 10??” He sighed inwardly at himself. He was gonna blame it on the weed he smoked instead of the fact he really was starting to develop a little crush on the wolf. “Focus,” he grumbled out loud to himself, starting to go through his photos, add filters and crop. Once he had a good set of 12, he made his way over to the Onlyfans website and started uploading.

“Hey Filthy Fucks! Your favorite virgin here, decided to practice my Shibari skills. What do you all think? 😉 send a tip, receive a tip!” Post. Sighing deeply he knew he had to do something big as he posted teasers and censored pics to his twitter account. His niche was twink virgin boy, and often he received the strangest requests, mostly people wanted to see him get fucked, hard, dirty, violently. Levi wasn’t against it, but he’d never done a collab let alone actually have someone inside him. Sure he’d given the occasional handjob, blow job, truck stop dry hump, but he had never legitimately, had penetrative sex. He knew with an insane video of losing his V card he could rack in several hundred more subs. He considered asking Remi, but could he ask that of someone he just met? More importantly, could Levi actually give it away to someone? He always imagined it being with someone he was in love with. However, he really couldn’t pass up the opportunity to try, it would influx a whole hell of a lot more money. He’d approach his new friend on it later, til then he had time to figure out how the hell he could casually ask someone “hey will you take ownership of my holes for money?” Finishing up replying to fans, and comments, he got up, slid his robe down, kept the thong on, threw on a white t-shirt, and some dark green overalls. “Let’s go get some greens!” He threw his fist in the air, sliding on his favorite pair of crocs, and made his way to the roof, where he had a large garden bed tailored to the top of his bus. There were several things sticking out, more importantly, labels. Sliding on his garden gloves he got down and dirty to retrieve his most precious valuables.

Geezy: The small man jumped, quickly moving the items away from the wolf’s side of the counter, and closer to him to ring up the barcodes. Finally he peeped, “That’ll be $388 for you sir..” Three hundred and eighty eight dollars for some parts that would cost $30 from a scrap yard? Damn. He really needed to figure out where one of those were sometime soon.. Grumbling under his breath, he pulled Levi’s card from his wallet and swiped it on the pad next to him. He had to pause for a moment to think when it prompted him for the PIN, but he was able to search his mind for the answer Levi had given him earlier, and the cashier handed him the bag afterward. “Have a good day sir..” he almost whispered, and Remi turned on his heels and was out the door in one swift motion. God, why were people so infuriating? The wolf continued to grumble to himself as he got to his van, and his large, suddenly shaky hands brushed past the lump in the plastic bag that was tucked in the back corner of his pocket. He exhaled slowly, before grabbing his beat up backpack from behind him. “I’ll just smoke a little bit of this to tide me over until I can take a proper hit..” the man mumbled as he pulled out a small tin Altoids container, and slid through the front seats to the back of the windowless van where he sat again on the wheel well. The tin clicked open in his fingers, the small white straw inside rattling against the lighter quietly as his hands shook. Reaching for the black fabric backpack again, he managed to grab hold of a roll of foil that he had tucked inside. Still inside the bag, he quickly ripped off a large enough sheet of foil to do the job and brought it back to his lip to straighten out a bit. Thankfully, he had parked his van far enough away from the entrance that he wasn’t worried that anyone would look in the front window, especially in such a town off the beaten path. Making a small dip in the foil, he fished the baggie from his pocket and unfolded it, the vinegar smell filling his sinuses making him wince back for a moment. Large trembling fingers broke off a small chunk of the brown substance, and placed it into the center of the foil where the dip was before putting the white straw to his lips and picking up the black metal zippo with a skull and crossbones on it from the kit. ‘Ironic,’ he had thought when he included it in the kit. With the hand containing the zippo, a quick flick of a slender wrist and the wick was set ablaze, and placed just under the lump on the foil. Remi then hovered over the foil with the straw in his mouth, patient waiting until the smoke started the pour from the weird lump. The scent burned the wolf’s sensitive nose, and the bridge of his nose wrinkled in disgust but he took no time inhaling the foul smoke through the straw between his lips. The smoke tasted horrible, but the crash of extreme euphoria flooded his system instantly as it was processed by his lungs. He blew out the hit slowly, before returning to take another very long drag. After continuing about four or five hits when his eyes were ready to roll back in his head, he leaned back against the wall with a loud, satisfied sigh. His body felt light, every ounce of pain he once had in his bones vanishing and his head felt floaty. The large male sat like this for a few minutes, enjoying the rolling pleasure throughout every cell in his body and taking slow, meaningful breaths that reached deep in his chest. He would do anything to feel like this at all times of the day, but that was the problem. After nearly 20 minutes of his back pressed against the worn out metal of the van, he was finally able to float back down to earth and all of his energy and strength had returned to him. The foil was crammed into the bottom of the smallest pocket in his bag, and the straw and zippo replaced into the kit, and into the bag as well.  “Well, I supposed I should probably head back. I gotta rotate those tires before it gets dark.” He said to himself, before sliding back into the drivers seat of the van.

Kezzi: Levi plucked, 7 green onions, 8 potatoes, 4 tomatoes, 3 yellow onions, some basil, ginger, and 2 zucchini’s. “Abundance!” Levi shouted, holding his treasures to the sky in a wicker basket. He climbed down the roof and made his way inside. Putting all his produce away he decided to get out of his gardening clothes and into something cooler, those overalls had him work up a sweat. “Phew…” he fanned himself with his hands, standing in his bus in nothing but a thong. “What to wear…” he muttered before pulling out a pair of light blue cloth shorts that stopped a several inches above his knee, the bottom of his cheeks stickin’ out of the shorts, thong slightly peeping out from the top, the strings clinging to his thin slender hips. After that he put on a white crop top tank that was on the flowy-er side. Sliding on his crocs he decided he was gonna relax now, maybe get some sun. Grabbing another joint, and his vape he went outside and into the back storage compartments he pulled out a folded up lounge chair. Coming undone, he laid it out in the sun, his back against the chair, he sparked up the joint, took a few drags and then put it out, saving the rest for later. Levi then laid back fully, hitting his vape every so often, stretching his long legs out to bask in the heat of the day, he knew it would be getting dark soon, hopefully Remi was okay? He pulled his cell out and checked his phone to make sure he hadn’t missed any emergencies. No calls or texts…..then he’s probably fine and on his way back soon. Shrugging off the concern as he laid back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the full warmth against exposed his pieces of flesh.

Geezy: Adjusting his large body into the ripped drivers seat, the wolf felt as if he was just brought back from the dead, a huge grin plastered across his face. He was actually excited to go back to the smaller male, his heart pumping loudly in his chest as he thought about the white haired man, but it wasn’t as easily explained as the drugs he just smoked. Finally digging his small key ring from his pocket, Remi jammed them into the ignition and turned, the old van once again roaring to life with the first twist of the key. “There ya go girl, you’re getting it.” He chimed, patting the dashboard again as he spoke to the vehicle. He wasted no time plugging his phone in to the aux again, now suddenly filled with life after his fix, his green eyes glowing so brightly that they fought the backlight of his screen as he threw on a Sewerperson song, and set the gps back to where Levi was. “Would you like to set this destination as home?” his phone asked, and he quickly turned bright red, fumbling to change the prompt on the screen. “I dunno about ‘Home’, but he definitely is something, huh?” A genuine smile spread across his lips as he shifted the van into drive and easily found his way back to the rest stop where Levi was waiting for him. The van crunched across the gravel, a comforting sound now to the wolf, and he carefully parked the old vehicle next to the other’s magnificent one, before turning to grab the bag from the auto shop, and his backpack, and sliding onto the ground and slamming the metal door behind him. Remi sighed loudly in relief; he was so thankful to be back. A muscular arm was brought up slowly to knock on the wooden “front door” of Levi’s RV, his mind racing just being able to smell the other’s scent wafting through the door jam.

Kezzi: The leopard, sprawled out in the sun on the hidden side of where Remi returned, his senses were never on vacation as the sounds of the van, scents of the man and knock of his door was heard from where he laid. “I’m out here! The door’s unlocked if you need to go inside tho!” He shouted out to his new friend, feeling the excitement of butterflies doing backflips in the pit of his stomach. To his surprise he was practically wagging his butt at Remi’s return. Trying to remain cool though, he slowly sat up, turned his legs over and stood up from the lounge. “How was the trip? Good?” He asked approaching the long black haired man now. He noticed a certain glow to his eyes this time around, like someone slapped him with fairy dust. He must’ve gotten a fix…man…he missed that feeling. Shaking the internal fight off he stood just inches from Remi now by the front “door” of his bus. “I was able to get some work done, cleaned and harvested some produce from the garden!” Updating the man as if they’d known each other for years and regularly caught up on their days.

Geezy: Turning quickly at the others reply, he nearly floated over to where the smaller man now stood, his scent almost as intoxicating as the H in his system. “Yeah, it was cool! Amazing what kind of auto shop they have in a place so small and seemly under populated. But then again, I haven’t really been to that many.” Remi chuckled, running his fingers back through his hair. “Ah, and this is yours!” The man quickly produced Levi’s card, placing it into the others palms, and his fingertips brushed the leopards skin in the process. The graze sent lightning bolts through his system which only made his eyes glow brighter. “I was able to get the stuff I needed with minor inconveniences from the old man at the counter.” Remi held up the large auto shop bag almost like proof. “But that’s awesome! Can’t wait to taste whatever you make with all of that..” Just thinking about the tantalizing food that Levi always made for him already caused his mouth to over salivate. “I just hope you didn’t have too much to do because of me? Next time I’ll be here to help you, promise.” The wolf held up two fingers in a ‘boyscouts honor’ type of way with a large grin. “But I can still rotate your tires today before it gets dark if you’d like? I can be super quick~” he chimed, the good mood he was in suddenly radiating off of him like an atomic bomb. His white teeth twinkled in the lingering sunlight, and even his thick black hair didn’t look so dull.

Kezzi: Levi found himself struggling to not throw his arms around the man, he was so giddy to be in the same space as him, noticing the way his eyes shined against the sun that threatened to go down within the next 3 1/2 hours. Still unable to place a label or name to this very new and exciting feeling. “We should check out the shopping center some time if you liked that! They have some amazing antique and secondhand shops,” Levi babbled as he listened to the rest of Remi’s words. “Excellent! I’m glad you found some bare minimum stuff! Once we fix all that we can figure out from there what we need to make it habitable,” clapping his hands together bouncing up and down off his tip toes. When the man handed him the card back, Levi’s face, without his consent or concern, turned light pink as their fingers touched ever so gently. Blinking a couple times to bring him back, he psh-ed at the wolf. “I did about as much work as I usually do in a day! No worries, but yes if you could rotate those, I’ll cook dinner out here, do you like beef stew?” He questioned Remi with a raised eyebrow, hands on his thin hips, exposed and decorated still by his thong.

Geezy: Excitement swirled around the wolf’s body at the offer, the smile plastered on his face only getting wider at the thought of spending time together with the other male. “Yeah we should totally check it out sometime!” Remi snorted happily, his mouth starting to salivate at the thought of Levi’s cooking. “Honestly, I don’t think I could hate anything you put on my plate.” The wolf rubbed his neck, a little embarrassed over his insatiable appetite lately. “no problem, I’ll get started now!” With a quick turn, he jogged back to the van, popping the back door again to fumble with a plastic tool box that had “Remi waz here” scratched into the plastic, clearly done by a child. He fished out the collapsible hydraulic jack, before closing the box and latching it, and carrying the whole thing back towards the other. His muscles in his arms and chest flexed tightly against the strain of the heavy box, but he set it on the ground by the rv, before smiling up at Levi. “This girl is all wheel drive, right?” The wolf asked, leaning down to run a thumb up the treading of the back tire, leaving a dark black mark on his skin. Opening the toolbox next to him, he pulled out a socket wrench, and one socket attachment that he placed onto the lug nut, testing the size, just to replace it and try another. When that one fit, he snapped it into the socket wrench and stood up again.  “Oh, and sorry to be so forward, but I can’t get this shirt musty..” a deep laugh echoed in his chest, before Remi’s arms crossed in front of him, gripping the hem of the Guardin shirt Levi had given him, and pulling it swiftly over his head. Every muscle in the man’s body was well defined, and his skin just seemed to slide across them in a fluid motion, almost as if he were chiseled out of marble by the gods themselves. Remi pushed his hair back with his long fingers, a motion that was clearly a habit by this point in his life, but this time he slid an old hair tie loosely into a bun on the back of his head. While he put his hair up, the thumb that he had slid across the rubber of the tire grazed his cheek, a dark black smudge now accenting the man’s features. “I’ll have it done before you can even think about it, trust me.” He winked at the leopard, his white teeth glinting with his grin.

Kezzi: Wiggling his body side to side with overstimulating excitement that his offer was accepted. “Awesome! We can go in a couple days after we have fixed up Ethel’s bones!” Light blue eyes lighting up hearing the other compliment his cooking. He never got to cook for anyone, so it was amazing to share his skills with somebody else. “Well, good! I’ll get started,” unable to keep the smile off his face, Levi went inside the bus to gather the supplies and produce he would need for dinner. He also grabbed two beers out of the fridge. The second Levi’s foot hit the ground outside, he was faced with Remi’s comment right before the show started. Frozen in place, hoping internally it wasn’t too obvious, he just stood there. ‘My….god….’ He thought as couldn’t help but look Remi up and down, slowly biting his lower lip as his eyes met the hands in his hair that fashioned the strands into a bun. Clearing his throat, and swiftly avoiding eye contact he approached the wolf, handing him the beer, face beat red. “I- uh…I brought you something to drink….y-yeah all wheel!” Stating the last part sheepishly, exchanging beer for shirt, like lightening, Levi was out of view, tossing the shirt inside the bus, it landed on the couch inside, the one that once was Levi’s bed. Then he was behind the bus where his fire pit was located. ‘Focus on cooking Levi…not the beef cake rotating your tires….’ He cracked open the beer, and tossed half the liquid down his throat before setting it down on one of his foldable tables outside. “Okay let’s get cookin!” He set up his fire within seconds, it was second nature to him by now. He was also taking his time to cut up his produce and herbs to be ready for cooking. After the fire was roaring and ready, Levi stacked what looked like a very tall grill tray, over the flames. “Wire rack down…” he said happily, he turned around and grabbed his large pot placing it up on the hot grill. Inside he tossed his beef and onions, pushing them back and forth until they started to brown. Once perfectly cooked, in went his red wine and homemade beef broth, the pot sizzled loudly, smoke floating above the cooking food, Levi sighed “mmmm,” once that was ready, the leopard threw in some fresh minced garlic, salt, pepper, some oil, potatoes, green onions, carrots, celery, tomato paste and some fresh rosemary. Stirring that all together he let it marry while he took another gulp of his beer. “Oh man that’s refreshing,” he sighed sweetly, looking up at the sky and allowing the sunshine to grace his pale skin. He could tell it was going to set soon. Grabbing a second rack, he lifted the pot off the first one using some oven mits. Stacking the second rack on top, he replaced the pot again putting a lid on top this time. This would make his fire setting from high to medium heat. The perfect temp for his food to stew in. He had about an hour before it was to be finished, so he walked back into the bus smiling at the working Remi when he did so, chugged the rest of his beer, tossed it and grabbed a second from the fridge along with a joint from his stash. Walking out again, joint in his mouth, though finding it difficult to face the man he still did, even if his cheeks were rose colored. “Food will be ready in about an hour or so…how’s it going over here?” He asked cracking open his second beer, but setting it down to light the joint, inhaling deeply “Smoke?“ he said, slightly suffocated, exhaling a cloud as he handed the jay to the other.

Geezy: Remi could smell something….. different… about the leopard when he came out of the RV, all of his senses on overdrive as he quietly sniffed the air. Completely unaware of how thirsty he was, he took the beer thankfully from the others waiting hands, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and popping the cap. “Thanks!” He replied cheerfully, before tossing back the entire beer in one swift chug, a small stream that happened to miss his large mouth dripping down his chin and splashing against his bare chest. Once the beer was finished, he pulled the bottle from his lips with a satisfied gasp, tossing the empty bottle into the bin from where he stood, the bottle crashing inside gracefully. The wolf was like a completely different person when he had the necessary drugs in his system, but there was something about the tingling he felt in every muscle fiber of his body that wasn’t his usual post-fix glow. Without wasting too much more time, Remi started on the tires, lifting the first corner of the extremely heavy RV to reveal the tire enough for him to unscrew the lug nuts, and pop the rim off of the axel. He stood again to retrieve the donut, momentarily sliding it into place where the other tire was. He rolled the tire he removed to the back of the rv, across from the original position, before returning to slowly lower the vehicle to the ground again. As he worked, sweat beaded down his shoulders and back, but his face was constantly locked in a determined scowl, his brow furrowed in concentration. He continued to rotate the remaining tires in an X pattern, being sure to check over each tire’s tread to make sure the metal threads on the inside of the rubber weren’t showing before he replaced them. If there was one thing Remi was, it was thorough. Soon, he was back to the first tire he took off where the donut now stood, his knee pressed up against the tire from the back to steady it. When Levi came towards him, finally it broke him from his intense trance, his bright eyes lighting up at the pink color dusting the leopards cheeks. “Hey! Just one more tire and she’s all done!” He grinned so wide that he had to close his eyes as he smiled, very proud to finally be able to do something for the other that was helpful instead of causing more work. “That sounds amazing, thanks.” He stood up, dirt and various car liquids stained his tanned skin, and somehow the messy bun he put his hair in had become looser and barely contained his thick mane any longer. Reaching for the joint, he stopped half way, suddenly aware of his fingertips being completely black and grimy. The wolf smiled sheepishly, before taking his hand back. “Could you put it to my mouth? I’ll get that thing disgusting…” The laugh that came from him was warm and inviting, and he instinctively crouched ever so slightly to be at eye height with the smaller man so he wouldn’t have to reach so far.

Kezzi: Levi wanted nothing more than to stick his head into the sand like an Ostrich, never to be seen again. It was incredibly hard for him to maintain composure around someone he found so attractive…he imagined dirty, blackened fingers scrawling filthy words against his stomach…face…he shook his head coming back to reality as he heard the other’s request. “Oh! S-sure!” He stammered a bit as the Adonis crouched closer to him. Slowly Levi lifted his joint holding fingers, to that of Remi’s soft enchanting lips. He stared at them. Long and hard. He started to picture the many places he would like them to be….he felt it in his shorts. ‘Jesus Christ Levi! Think of something not sexy…..your food burning and Remi being absolutely pissed….then hate fuckin the absolu-…NOT HELPING!! No…uh…sad things… grandma Orla’s funeral…grandma Orla’s funeral…oh no…too sad…Levi’s face stayed completely stoic, the only thing that could possibly give away his lewd thoughts, was the very real blush spread across his face, unknown to the leopard. He watched as Remi inhaled slowly, their eyes connected in that moment, almost like time stopped. ‘How the hell have you turned into a prepubescent teen in 24 hours?’ His internal monologue scolded him. Levi was always headstrong, independent, don’t need no man type. Generally, though he was a homosexual male, he hated majority of men. But Jesus Christ, this one was turning a small hold into a vice tight grip he didn���t think he would ever be able to escape. Pulling back his fingers and taking another hit himself he needed a reason to get 5 seconds of alone time to regulate his hormones. “Here, I’ll grab you another brew,” he nodded, turning on his heels, biting his lip and rolling his eyes back, unseen by the wolf. ‘This man is too fine right now..’ making his way back into the bus, he took a second to splash some cold water over his face in the kitchen sink. “You can do this…don’t make shit weird…no one will ever be interested in you for more than your body,” he repeated the words out loud to himself, words of his late mother to him after he had come out to her, a year before her death. He let that sink in, turned the water off, snagged a beer and returned outside a much more composed cat. “There’s a brownish towel inside the closet by the bed, it’s my mechanic towel,” he laughed handing Remi the freshly cool beverage, grabbing his own he had put down earlier. “I use that to wipe off any crude…you’re also free to shower again,” making sure to out lay all the options. “I’m gonna go check on the stew!” Chirping happily he went back to the site of the fire, lifted the lid and checked on their meal. Sniffing it deeply he groaned. “This is gonna be so good,” it was no ready for the peas, and cornstarch slurry he had prepped earlier. Mixing everything to perfection, making sure it was thick enough, he closed the lid, slipped on his oven mits and hoisting the pot off the rack, he brought it inside, setting it down on top of a heat safe mat on the kitchen counter. Levi began to grab some bowls and spoons for the two. “Soups on!” Levi yelled out, followed by a giggle-snort as he has always wanted to say that.

Geezy: As the wolf’s eyes locked his green eyes with the other’s icy blue ones, a surge of what was almost possessiveness swelled inside him, feeling the others delicate fingers gently on his lips as he took a slow drag from the jay. The deep breath he took only causing his normally large chest to increase in size, he held the breath in as the other removed his hand and Remi returned to his normal stature. He French inhaled the smoke as usual before blowing it out for a second time with a smile. “Thanks.” The wolf put a grimy hand against the tire he was supporting with his knee, uttering a few coughs. He watched the other retreat into the safety of the RV with a hunger in his eyes that could only be describes as the way a cheetah looks before it launches its body into one of an antelope; just pure, primal prey drive. As the door of the RV shut, the sound broke him from his near feeding frenzy. ‘Calm down Remi, we talked about this’ his internal monologue warned him. “You cant sleep with everyone you make friends with.. This is why you have no friends. When you INEVITABLY let your true self come out and act like an ass to them or otherwise fuck them over, they leave you with a little less of yourself than you started with.” The large man quickly dismissed this thought with a swift shake of his head, only furthering the mane of hair behind him to fall out of the bun it was in more. He sighed, fully removing the hair tie and replacing it on his wrist, he made short work of the last tire and put the toolbox and jack in his van, as well as the donut he used for the first tire. Returning to the vehicle behind Levi, the smell of the stew the leopard had made made his eyes water, and if he was in his wolf form, he would have an incessant wagging tail behind him. Remi took a deep breath through his nose, clinging to the feeling of belonging that the food always smelled like, among the perfectly paired flavors, of course. “Damn, I was going to suggest I take a shower, but I don’t know if I can wait that long for this..” He swiped the corner of his mouth with a strong, blackened hand trying to catch the drool from escaping his mouth, only leaving another dark black streak on his face. If the man was a cartoon, he would have hearts beating out of his emerald eyes as he became entranced by the stew in front of him. If it wasn’t already obvious, Remi had a one track mind, and was very quick to lose focus if certain topics were brought up.

Kezzi: Serving their meals up into their bowls he looked up at Remi, only to burst into laughter as he smeared the black mess along his face. “You don’t need to shower before dinner, but let me help you with that at least…” chuckling again, shaking his head side to side. Levi turned around to grab one of his clean kitchen rags, dampened it and then very gently, and sweetly, wiped the muck off of the wolf’s face, eyes connecting once in a quick motion before pulling his hand back slowly. “There you are, now…wash your hands and I’ll follow you, we can eat out on the chairs and watch the sunset!” praying the other would be happy with this option. It had been so long since Levi got to watch the sun set with anyone, he couldn’t genuinely tell you when he actually last did. Chugging the last of his second beer, setting it on the counter with a loud clank, the leopard definitely started to feel the loosening affects, feeling much braver, more confident now. They grabbed their steaming bowls and after washing his hands off, made their way out to see they were right on time as the sun began to slowly descend from the sky, hues of orange, purple and yellow gracing their starving faces. “Perfect! Look at that! Got everything done we needed to today, right before the setting of this glorious day that’ll turn to night,” sighing with contentment as he slunk into one of the loungers. Holding his bowl in one hand, spoon in the other he wafted the stew just under his nostrils. “Mmm,” his eyes rolled to a close, his shoulders giving a small but joyful shimmy, he scooped his first bite and slid the spoon past his lips.

Geezy: With a confused look across the large mans face, he almost physically recoiled when Levi came close to him, an instinctual reaction that he somehow managed to advert without much physical reaction except a few quick blinks. The soft touch of the leopards hands through the damp rag that wiped the muck off of his face made his knees weak for a second like when you scratch a dogs ‘spot’ and they kick their leg, but once his hand was removed, Remi smiled charmingly. “Ah, shit, was it on my face?” He laughed warmly, looking down at his completely black hands again before gliding over to the kitchen sink in one movement of his long legs, and turning on the water to scrub off the day’s work down the drain. Once finished, his green eyes sparkled at the suggestion of eating outside, and he nodded quickly. “Sure, that’s my favorite way to eat.” His sparkling white teeth glinted in his mouth again as he smiled, picking the beer he had been given from the sink and the bowl the leopard gently handed him, and following Levi outside to the chairs that were perfectly positioned towards the incoming sunset. Slinking into the chair next to Levi, the wolf couldn’t help but to stare while the other was unaware, admiring the contentment on his freckled face. His heart rate increased ever so slightly as green eyes traced the slightly feminine features of his new friends face. He was just so CUTE, and SWEET, and the wolf hadn't met anyone like him before in his life. Jolted back to reality by the leopards voice, he suddenly turned his head and gaze away to avoid detection as he replied. “Yeah, its been a pretty productive day! Been a long time for me.” He smiled, opening the beer with the metal on the side of the armchair and pocketing the cap that fell on the ground under him. Taking a long swig which emptied this beer as he did with the first, he set it on the ground before all of the wolfs one track mind was diverted to the food in front of him. He could feel the temperature of the dish through the bowl in his hands, yet continued to shove his spoon to the very bottom of the bowl and come back up with the largest bite he could fit on the spoon, a little bit of everything perched atop the metal as steam poured into the wind above it. He didn’t even have to spend any time smelling the dish, as his sensitive canine nose could already pick up every little ingredient and was about to put him into an embarrassing position if he didn’t stuff his face, like, immediately.. Remi plunged the huge bite of stew into his mouth, where his eyes quickly began to water as soon as it touched his tongue because of how hot it was. You could nearly see the steam pouring from his nose as he quickly began to chew, alternating between breathing through his teeth and through his nose to cool the hot food in his mouth. Shortly, he swallowed as quickly as possible and let out a loud, satisfied groan. “Fuck, this shit is so good.. Why are you just the best cook ever?” He smiled with the compliment. How had this dumb lug of a wolf even tasted it, between the HUGE bite, and taking his bite from the bottom of the dish, being the hottest. He easily must have melted off all of his taste buds. But Remi couldn’t help it. He had always eaten like an animal scavenging a carcass that eats so fast because it didn’t know where its next meal was coming from. Which, in a way, was Remi to a T.

Kezzi: Unaware of the ogling eyes that were on him at one point, Levi continued to delicately scoop stew into his mouth. He was very clean, very proper, Levi wasn’t one to leave a mess after eating, well mannered one could say, compared to the beast beside him. He didn’t mind it though, the way Remi messily ate and vacuumed his food, it made the leopard feel good, genuine happiness to know the man enjoyed his food so much. Taking a second away from his food to answer Remi’s question he spoke “Well, to be fair, I owe my skills to my grandmother, she taught me. I used to love watching her cook,” the younger reminisced fondly of his grandma. “I have sooooo many Irish dishes I learned from her!” His accent coming out thicker when he said the name of his native home. It was almost unnoticeable sometimes but certain words brought it out. It didn’t take the cat long to finish up his meal and when he did he patted his skinny stomach that stuck out from under his crop. “Happy tummy, happy Levi,” giggling to himself. “Think I’m gonna grab another drink, I’ll bring you another too!” Cheerfully he brought his bowl back inside, set it in the sink and then shifted his attention to the fridge. Grabbing the last Heineken out, and a tall can of modelo he had been given by a fellow camper his first day at the site. He came back handing Remi the glass and sticking the can with himself. He liked modelo and corona way more than more beers even though in his heart of hearts, he’s a white claw kind of vibe. Cracking open his can he shrugged “Figured I'd celebrate our new friendship! I really just wanna say thanks for hanging around, even though it’s only been a day, you’re …” feeling a bit brave “truly amazing to be around, Rem,” smiling fondly as he raised his can in a toast. They clinked and he began to drink a big portion of the can. Suddenly, Levi’s phone buzzes on the table that was in between them, planning to simply ignore it, before he saw it was an email from OF about a tip. “Oh?” He said out loud, quickly grabbing his phone to check. “Well I’ll be damned, johnnybro97 comes baring gifts,” he said staring at the large tip he received for his photos this morning. $150 tip. It brought a bright smile to his face as he wiggled and danced in his seat. “Ooo! I love big tippers,” he giggled looking over at the wolf now, setting the phone down.

Geezy: The wolf continued to shovel hot stew into his mouth, nodding to Levi as he spoke to acknowledge that he was listening through the loud breathing and slurping sounds as he ate. “Well she must have been a great cook to have taught you so much.” He finally replied with another charming smile after swallowing, his bowl already more than half gone by this point. Remi nodded at the leopards statement, again not able to advert his eyes from the others tight ass as he left. He had to calm the feeling that roared up inside of him quickly, or he would pounce on the smaller male when he returned, against all of his brains wishes. When the smaller man returned with the beer for him, he couldn’t help but flash that gorgeous smirk. “Thanks” he replied, popping the top off on the chair again and picking it up to join the other one in his pocket. Remi was a large man, but with the heroin already swirling through his system, the physical labor he just performed, and the lack of restful sleep the last week had left him already feeling the buzz of the previous two beers, and he took notice, however pushed on with the third, bringing it to his lips and taking another large gulp after they toasted, halving the beer already. Against his better judgement, he knew he shouldn’t let his inhibition down, or his new friend could really get hurt.. As the wolf brought the beer bottle back down, his smirk returned, the glaze of intoxication over his still bright green eyes. “Nah, nah.. The pleasure’s all mine, really. I’d be a pretty sad starving guy in a cold van without you.” Remi snorted at this thought, a very small slur to his words. As he watched the leopard interact with his phone, he tilted his head slightly to the side like a dog, perplexed by what the other had said. “Oh, you make tips at your job?” He asked, swirling the liquid in his beer can as he spoke. “I don’t think I ever asked you what you did for work?” Remi realized quickly, rubbing his neck embarrassed that he hadn't asked earlier. “Ah, unless that’s too personal.” The wolf extended both hands in front of him defensively, to diffuse any tension if it were to arise from the question.

Kezzi: “Well thank you! I guess it just means her spirit lives on through me,” smiling softly at his own sentiment. He missed his grandma O, she was his best friend, they didn’t everything together for a while, despite her reservations towards his mom and siblings. Honestly, everyone that wasn’t Levi, she was sour to, but always a sweet spot for him. The beer was making him sentimental, laughing at Remi’s comment. “Well I couldn’t have that, cold and starving? For such a handsome man? That just won’t do,” the statement followed by a short giggle that ended with a soft snort. Looking to the side embarrassed that he even made such a sound. He hated it. However, he brushed it off and watched as Remi slugged down majority of his beer. How did the wolf not ever belch after taking such long swigs, he’d never know. Taking slow, but still hefty in his own fashion, sips, he shrugged at the question. “No it’s not personal, I’m a content creator! I make…well…porn,” he said matter of factly, followed with a sheepish breathy chuckle. “I mean….I don’t do like PORN porn….well,” he tried to figure out the best way he could explain it. “I am a virgin, kind of…” he blushed brightly now, avoiding eye contact as he explained his position. “I take photos and videos of myself doing …solo things, people subscribe for a set monthly price and can send tips! I usually make $3-5k a month depending, with an extra $2-500 in tips,” less embarrassed now and a bit more proud of his income. It took him a while to build his platform to where it was currently. He had worked many jobs before but this one allowed him to do things for himself at his own pace on his own time. It gave him creative expression and freedom, he hasn’t had to rely on anyone for help since he got 5 months into his OF career, Twitter loved him, he had over 6k in followers on there, it’s essentially what helped him build his OF platform to what it is now. Levi felt confident in what he did but suddenly telling this very handsome man, made him feel very…shy? No…submissive….? He brought his hands together in a fist, setting them in his lap, thumbs twiddling back and forth.

Geezy: Remi arched a sharp eyebrow, in sudden disbelief at just one of the words that seemed the flow from the leopards mouth. ‘Virgin?…’ the word seemed foreign to him, as he hadn’t had his virginity for 17 years. How old was this man he was staying with? Was he a man? Remi had only almost accidentally gone home with an underage girl once, but thankfully was avoided at the last moment, and since then he had always been careful.. But Levi didn’t look underage.. especially if he was doing porn? The wolf sat silent for a second in thought, a dazed look on his face as he tried to break down what was being told to him. When his eyes met the icy blue gaze of the other, he swiftly realized he must look a little judgmental while lost in thought and he quickly corrected himself. “Honestly, that sounds like a very empowering job.” Remi grinned again, the compliment the leopard had given him subconsciously inflating his ego a little bit. “I’m sorry, I was just stuck on the fact that you said you’re a virgin..” The wolf’s facial expression hinted at something a little more, feral, but the inflection in his words didn’t show the same. “You mean you play a virgin?” He asked quizzically, taking another final bite of his stew on his lap. The sweat on Remi’s bare chest caught the light of the passing sunset, enunciating every line of the muscles that stretched across his torso. He knew just how attractive he was, and he also knew just how to flaunt it in his the right ways, making it seem natural. He grabbed the beer bottle from where it sat on the ground by his feet, and took another long drink. Upon hearing the leopards income though, he almost did a spit take, coughing and sputtering on the beer in his lungs. After quickly recovering, he swiped the back of his hand across his mouth before turning back to the other. “Damn, you make HOW much?” Remi had never even seen that amount of money in his 28 years of life. “Shit, if I had a card I would definitely be added to your list of followers.” Remi mumbled seductively, his sense of self preservation slowly fading with more and more alcohol in his stomach.

Kezzi: This time, Levi’s face turned redder than it ever had at the questions he received, but more so the slight, flirtation behind his curiosity, Levi could practically smell it, however he still was unsure of the other he couldn’t just assume. It’s unlikely that the man was gay, right? I mean….the hottest ones never seem to be, in Levi’s case. The “ocean full of fish” was more like a polluted ocean full of hybrid salt water piranhas, scary world to be apart of. He didn’t feel judged, but he certainly felt under the microscope, kind of like a mouse caught in the corner by a playful cat….he wasn’t used to that. It was always the other way around for him usually. Clearing his throat he nodded “You heard me right, virgin…27 years old and I’ve never had someone in me,” he laughed trying to make a joke out of it. “Honestly, never met anyone before that I wanted to…” choosing his words carefully, as he didn’t want to say one’s that would make Remi feel down for the count. He very much wanted that man inside him. However, he was playing it cool, calm, collected, though he was starting to feel very drunk after finishing his tall can in a few swigs. Feeling validated by Remi’s kindness he smiled, sweetly “It is! It’s actually so amazing being your own boss!” sighing with relief at the fact he’d never have to return to the boring parts of the work force again. He looked Remi up and down, sitting on the lounge chair across from him, as he took the last drink of his own, the way the sunset glistened against Remi’s skin, it made his whole body feel warm, and tingly, almost feeling self conscious at how absolutely toned he was, Levi wasn’t unfit, but he wasn’t muscly like a lot of guys were, which made him insecure in some ways. People assumed because he was small he couldn’t handle anything, when the deep truth was, his pain tolerance was threw the rough and he could crack several necks if need be. Levi hated nothing more than being perceived as weak, because he would be damned if he would through all that bullshit as a kid to be called weak. He just more or less always chose passiveness, but in this moment he was feeling fully submissive, catching on to that last tag line of ‘I’d subscribe’. ‘Omg he IS flirting with me…’ almost giddy like a school girl finalizing this information inside his head. His skin felt hot, his brain felt foggy. He desperately worked to keep his words straight, and concise while the alcohol boiled through him, he figured, there wouldn’t be a better time. If he was going to dip a toe in the water, make it the whole foot “I mean…IF you were interested…we could…do a collab video, something small at first, don’t gotta dive right into the crazy stuff but, my audience has never seen me with anyone else, it would definitely get new subs, get twitter buzzing and we could split the profits, use that money to fix up Ethel!” Trying so incredibly hard to seem casual and not just flat out ask the wolf to devour him right there on the loungers. No, he was a classy lady, he would not throw himself at this man..yet.

Geezy: The wolf’s large chest swelled with pride at the proposition, his eyes almost like lasers as they glowed brightly and bore into Levi with a seductive gaze, and he couldn’t help but utter a short, guttural growl from deep in his throat. He had been fighting the beast within him for what seemed like centuries, but it seemed like the other man wanted to unleash it, and he didn’t know what he was getting himself into. Trying desperately to disguise his hot lust for the the leopard, his left hand gripped the arm of the lounger until the his large knuckles turned white. “Uh, wouldn’t that ruin your whole, virgin vibe?” The wolf asked, his heart caught in his throat as he was already ravishing Levi with his eyes. “I mean.. if it would help bring in some cash to reup on the things you’ve used for me, even, who would I be to deny your fans?” A devilish smirk flashed across his face now, the same primal ‘prey drive’ look in his eyes as his pupils even seemed to stretch out. “What would you even have in mind?” The wolf was already sold on the idea from the jump, already making a mental note of how drunk he actually was, as he knew he could do serious damage if he was too inebriated… from experience. He leaned forward towards Levi, his elbows resting on his knees and his fingers laced in front of him, his upper lip pressed against his index fingers. The wolf was suddenly aware of how tight the grey sweats Levi had give him the night before were on his hips, his whole body starting to gently tremble as many thoughts rushed through his drunk head of all the ways he could destro- err, partake in a sex tape with the man in front of him. His breath was hot in the palms of his hands and the crashing of his heartbeat in his ears was almost deafening.

Kezzi: Laughing a bit at the question he simply shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t be a virgin forever, as long as they get to witness it, It’ll be okay,” he said simply, his hands now laid out on his thighs, nervously scratching and clawing at his flesh, not hard enough to leave marks. Starting to feel the pressure of his excitement under his skin. “Well…idk we could start off with like ….dry humping and like….a blowjob? Or something…” he muttered the last bit trying not to seem too eager but also trying to assert his naughty desires. His drunk gaze calculating every move that was made by the Wolf. It was almost too obvious he was staring. Sucking his lower lip through his teeth, he gave a short, cheeky grin “Yeah? You’ll make a lot of them quite jealous,” giggling cutely, hand over his mouth, he stood up now as the sunset was quite over, the leopard swaying his hips as he made his way to the bus. He paused halfway, looked back behind his shoulder and beckoned Remi to follow him with a simple raised brow and cocked nod. “Comin?” Asking with a sultry tone to his voice.

Geezy: Time nearly stopped for the wolf now, his broad chest heaving with the heavy breaths  his lungs were exchanging. His whole body felt as if he had just done whip-its, every atom vibrating within him. The thought of the leopards soft, supple lips around his cock, his glacier eyes looking up at him innocently, it made a shiver descend down Remi’s spine. His cock twitched within the already tight sweatpants, and a surge of possessiveness flowed through him, nearly jumping from the chair as Levi asked him to join him. He normally would be able to contain himself; Mr. calm cool and collected. But this time was different. There was nothing he could do now to quiet the urges that he had to force down the past 24 hours. Crashing behind Levi and nearly knocking him over, Remi grunted at the mental force it took to not grip the leopard by the throat and just take him right on the stairs of the RV. The wolf’s pheromones were pouring into the air around him, and a large hand quickly went to steady himself on the railing of the stairs in front of him. “M’Sorry.” The man said quickly, realizing how forcefully he must have knocked into the smaller male, his excitement obvious by this point as he loomed over Levi’s thin neck, his hot breath dancing over his nape. Oh how that leopard’s scent was just intoxicating, causing his already heavy breathing to hitch…..

To be continued…

Hope you enjoyed this first part! More will be posted at the end of every week! Thanks for reading, don’t be scared to leave some feedback! *Be Kind*

[vexic929]

#2 “What’s that sound?” “Don’t worry about it.” “That’s reassuring.” from this prompt list info on Berrie here

OCs are mine but based on The Flash characters

Eobard paused, his hand raised to knock on Berrie's door, as a distinctive high-pitched mewing sound reached his ears. He'd come upstairs to remind Berrie to do her homework before bed but this was clearly going to take precedence as he heard Berrie hurriedly shush whatever was making the sound. Eobard knocked on the door.

"Berrie? What's that sound?"

"Don't worry about it!" Berrie called out, a little too quickly.

"That's reassuring." He said, amusement coloring his words. "I'd rather see for myself than trust your attempts to allay my concerns with 'don't worry about it'. Open the door."

Berrie opened the door with a slight huff and Eobard stepped inside. He glanced around the room, his eyes settling on a small, orange kitten stretched across the keyboard of her laptop. Berrie rushed over and scooped it up into her arms.

"Please don't be mad, I found him outside school and I couldn't just leave him all alone! He's so cute and he needs me."

"You know the rules." Eobard replied, his voice stern. "No pets. You don't have time to take care of it and I will not be taking the responsibility myself."

Berrie's lower lip quivered and tears threatened. She refused to put the little kitten down and pressed it closer to her chest.

"Daddy, please! I promise I'll take care of him, you won't even know he's here! I'll make sure he's fed, and get him all his little cat things. I just know I can do it!"

Eobard looked at Berrie for a long moment before heaving a sigh.

"One week. You have one week to prove to me that you can take care of him by yourself. If you can't, then you'll have to find him a new home. Is that clear?"

Berrie's face lit up in a relieved smile and she nodded.

"Yes! Thank you!"

"Thank me later. For now you'd better get to the shops before they close and get some cat food and litter, then you're to come right back home and start on your homework. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" Berrie said, setting the kitten down before hugging her father tightly. Eobard chuckled and ruffled her hair.

"Go on now, hurry up."

Berrie grinned and dashed off in a sudden burst of energy leaving Eobard and the kitten in her room. He glanced down at the small creature, its fur still ruffled from where Berrie had held it close in her arms, and it mewed at him.

"You'd better behave yourself." Eobard said, giving the kitten a stern look before turning and walking out of the room.

1, 2, 4, 8, 9 for the dialogue prompts

as usual, doing them all in reblogs~

#8 “I’ve given this a lot of thought, and it still sounds like a dumb idea.” from this prompt list info on Eoland here

Siv belongs to @negative-speedforce Eoland is mine but based on The Flash characters

"I've given this a lot of thought and it still sounds like a dumb idea." Siv commented, leaning on the desk Eoland was working on.

Eoland's red eyes darted up to them briefly. "I don't believe I asked for your opinion, Sivonne." She said, clearly trying to mask her annoyance.

"You didn't have to, your track record speaks for itself. It didn't work the last time you kidnapped her, why would it work now?" Siv snorted, folding their arms across their chest.

"Last time, I didn't have the time to fully prepare. This time, everything will be perfectly in place before I act. I'm going to finally have Barbara right where I want her." Eoland replied.

"God, that's so gay. And that's coming from me." Siv rolled her eyes.

"This has nothing to do with my sexual orientation- " Eoland started.

"It has everything to do with you being the most useless fucking lesbian on this Earth. She's just not into you, Eo. It's not happening." Siv said, cutting her off.

Eoland's face darkened. "You will show me the respect I deserve." She seethed.

Siv scoffed. "I am showing you the respect you deserve, which is none. If you were smart, you'd get over Barbara and move on with your sad little life. The only reason you have the opportunity to keep fucking with her is because she's too damn soft to actually kill you."

Eoland's face twisted into a glare. "You will regret speaking to me like that, child."

Siv met her gaze. "I'm not scared of you."

"You should be."

[bookwyrminspiration]

me: *leaves my door open for 0.001 seconds*

sammie: at last, the pathway has been opened specifically for me and for no other reason so I may enter and rub my face on every single corner and lay on every single blanket and eat the trash can bags

[tbmunson]

Eddie Munson is a Hero.

I do in fact hate myself for this.

S4V2 SPOILERS!!!

Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader.

This piece contains spoilers from Season 4 Vol 2. It also made me cry a lot. This is a very very emotional piece about what happens to Eddie.

WC: 1800

Warning: Swearing, death.

Masterlist

You, Eddie, and Dustin started work on securing the Upside Down version of his trailer. The work was quiet and focused. You felt sick to your stomach, begging, praying for everything to be okay for yourself, your brother, and the boy you'd fallen in love with over the last week.

You hadn't told Eddie how you felt. You felt it was inappropriate, considering everything happening at the moment. The three of you stood on the roof, glancing around when the crackle of radio static disrupted you.

"She's in. Move onto phase three." Robin's words only made you more nervous.

"Copy that. Initiating phase three." Dustin nodded at you. "Let's hope they hear this." He said as you connected the power cords.

The amp whirred as Eddie prepared for his moment. Dustin turned the volume all the way up.

"Chrissy. This one's for you." Eddie said, grabbing the guitar pick off of his necklace.

He didn't see the look of hurt that spread over your face.

You wanted to badly to stop him right there and tell him you wanted him, that you were in love with him, but you couldn't. Not now.

His fingers began to move wildly against the strings of his guitar as the familiar tune of Metallica's Master of Puppets rang through the stale air.

Dustin nudged you, bringing you out of your moment of self pity.

You smiled at him, feeling your heartbeat pick up with adrenaline. You threw an arm around Dustin, bumping your head to the music. You watched Eddie, but kept a constant look at the sky.

You pointed at the flock of demobats heading your way.

"Eddie!" Dustin yelled, catching the metalhead's attention. "We gotta lock down in T-minus 30 seconds!"

Eddie gave him a quick nod, letting him know he heard him.

"T-minus twenty!" You yelled out as the cloud grew bigger, closer to you.

"T-minus ten!" Dustin's voice was getting more strained as they got closer to us.

"Five!" You counted, grabbing onto your brothers shoulder.

"One!" He finished, looking at Eddie.

Eddie slammed the strings one last time letting it reverberate around you.

The three of you jumped from the roof onto the truck, making a mad dash to the porch which you had covered in fencing.

"Move, move, move!" Eddie yelled, ushering you and Dustin in front of him.

"Eddie, come on!" Dustin urged as you added a quick "Hurry!"

"Eddie, shut it" Dustin screamed.

With exactly no time to spare Eddie slammed the gate closed. The bats immediately began slamming into the metal separating them from us.

"Come on!" I begged, opening the door and rushing inside, the boys behind me.

"Dude..." Dustin breathed, resting against the wall. "Most metal ever!"

"Oh my.. Oh my god."

The boys jumped up and down with the adrenaline rush they both no doubt had, screaming as they jumped.

You couldn't help the smile that crept its way onto your lips as you watched them. "That was pretty fucking cool." You admitted as the boys brought you into the circle. "Now, come on." You added, pulling them into the living room.

The sounds of the bats screaming and slamming into the walls echoed through the silence, making you uneasy. The three of you stoon back to back, spear in one hand and shield in the other. The only thing scarier than that was the moment they stopped.

"Hey dipshits!" Dustin yelling, hoping to antagonize them. "Give up that easy, huh?" He added.

"Shh." Eddie shushed, looking around and meeting my terrified eyes. "Is that really necessary?"

You sighed, looking at Dustin, wondering the same thing. "They're on the roof." You stated, looking up to where the noise was coming from.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." Dustin chanted, looking upwards.

You all made your way slowly to the origin on the sound

"They can't get in through there, can they?" Dustin asked, motioning towards a vent.

Just as the words left his mouth the vent clattered to the floor, revealing an ugly bat head.

You couldn't help the scream that left your lips as you jumped.

Eddie reached out to steady you before the three of you jumped into action, spearing at the bat. Dustin repeatedly screamed "Die!" as he stabbed at the bat's head.

Eddie stepped back and looked around, leaving you and Dustin to keep the creatures out of the house.

"Eddie! We need you!" You screamed, begging for his help.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Eddie yelled, running towards the two of you. He slammed a chair down, quickly standing on it to shove the shield to cover the hole.

There was a brief moment of silence, only the sound of your breathing and Eddie mumbling "Holy shit."

"Nice." Dustin said, earning a "Thanks" from Eddie.

"Are there any other vents?" You asked, bringing yourself back to the reality you were facing.

"Oh shit. Shit. Shit." Eddie jumped down from the chair and sprinted towards his room in just enough time to see the bats burst in from the vent and slam the door as he closed it.

The three of you retreated as you watched the bats begin to easily break down the door.

"That's not gonna hold!" Dustin yelled, triggering Eddie to yell back "Let's go! Let's go!"

Dustin was first up the rope and back into reality. "Come on!"

"Ladies first." Eddie demanded, letting you grab the rope and hoist yourself through the gate.

"Eddie! Come on!" Dustin yelled as you slammed into Eddie's mattress.

He tossed down the shield and spear to grab the rope. He reached upwards only a couple times before turning his head to look at the door.

"Eddie, come on!" Dustin yelled.

"Please, Eddie! Come on!" You begged, grabbing onto Dustin.

"Eddie, you're so close! Eddie! Let's go!" Dustin's screams cut you deep, watching him beg his friend to hurry.

Eddie looked down, making you sick to your stomach, even more so as he dropped back down the floor.

"Eddie no please. Eddie. Come on." You found yourself begging, clutching the rope in your hands, Eddie's just on the other side.

Eddie released the rope and dipped out of sight.

"Eddie!" You and Dustin both screamed.

"What are you doing? Eddie, no!" Dustin begged as Eddie let out a yell and cut the rope, his half falling to the ground and the other falling into your hands.

"Eddie!" Tears pricked your eyes as you watched him move the mattress out of the way.

"Eddie stop." Dustin begged, watching what was happening before him. "Eddie, what are you doing?" Dustin demanded, finally getting Eddie's attention.

"I'm buying more time." He answered simply before running off.

"No!" You screamed, falling to your knees, still clutching the rope in your hands.

Dustin was still begging but you couldn't hear what he was saying as your blood rushed through your body, the thump of your heart drowning everything else out.

After a moment you stood. "We have to go get him." You said, looking around, searching for something to get you back into the Upside Down.

Dustin pushed the mattress out of the way as you moved a chair to directly under the gate.

"Screw it." Dustin then screamed as he ran, using the chair to propel himself. He grabbed ahold of the gate and pulled himself through, landing with a thud being matched with a scream of pain.

"Dustin!" You yelled, as he rolled out of the way. You followed behind, landing on your knee and releasing a similar pained scream. "Come on, we gotta go." You urgerd, helping him to his feet.

It was obvious where Eddie was as soon as we stepped out of the door. The bats were swarming him.

"Eddie!" Dustin screamed as we limped, hurring as quickly as our damaged bodies would take us.

His screams echoed over the creatures as they did god knows what to him.

"Eddie! Goddamnit!" You screamed, picking up the pace even though it hurt. You had to get to him.

The bats suddenly dropped, showing us Eddie's body laying scrawled out on the ground. "Eddie! Oh god!" You screamed, getting closer to him.

Dustin dropped to his knees near Eddie's head, you right behind him as his side. "Eddie. Oh god, Eddie."

You took in the deep cuts and the blood in his mouth. You looked into his glassy eyes as he asked. "That bad, huh?"

"No." You whispered, resting a hand on the side of his face.

"You're gonna be fine. We just gotta get you to a hospital, okay?" Dustin spewed, giving his friend a false hope.

"Okay." Eddie agreed as Dustin tried to get him up

"I think... I think I just need a second, okay?" Eddie said, unable to move himself.

Eddie looked back at you. "I didn't run away this time, right?"

You broke, the tears that welled fell down your dirty face as your caressed his. "No. No." You choked out.

"You didn't run." Dustin added, resting his hand on your shoulder as you comforted his friend.

Eddie's eyes moved from your to Dustin. "You're gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?"

"No, you're gonna do that yourself." Dustin argued as you worked to clean the blood from Eddie's face.

"Nah, man." Eddie shook his head a bit. "Say, 'I'm gonna look after them.' Say it."

"I'm" Dustin started but he choked. "I'm gonna look after 'em."

"Good. 'Cause I'm actually gonna graduate." Eddie offered a weak chuckle.

Even knowing he wasn't going to make it, he managed to bring a small smile to your face.

"I think it's my year, guys. I think it's finally my year."

You couldn't stop yourself. It was now or never. "I love you, Eddie Munson." You bent down, pressing a shaking kiss to his lips.

"I love you too, Y/N. And I love you, man." His voice grew weaker and you looked at Dustin, who had tears falling freely from his eyes as well.

"I love you too." He mumbled out, unable to being his voice any louder.

A few tears slipped out of Eddie's eyes before he went still in your arms, the raspy gurgle from his blood silenced.

"Eddie? Eddie?" Dustin asked pitifully. "Eddie, come on." He begged shaking him gently.

You gripped his jacket and screamed. You knew it came from deep deep down inside of you. It was guttural, animalistic as you pulled yourself to meet his chest. Just as quickly as he came into your life, he was gone. You turned to your brother, wrapping your arm around him as he did the same to you.

You held each other for god knows how long until you gathered the strength to move. You removed Eddie's class ring from his ring finger and slipped it onto your middle one. "You're getting across that stage, Eddie. I swear to you." You whispered, resting your hand on the side of his face for another moment before closing his eyes. You pressed another kiss to his forehead before removing yourself from his limp body.

Dustin chose his necklace, kissing the pick before tucking it into his pocket.

"Come on, Dustin." You stood, ignoring the stabbing pain in your knee as you and your brother made your way back to the trailer, tears still falling and cleaning trails down your dirt covered faces.

I will apologize for any mistakes as I could not write or read it without crying.

[kitkatscabinet]

i just saw your writing for the dylan x reader who’s always reading and just my heart was so happy-

so can i request either kaitlyn or dylan from the quarry with a crush who sort of sacrifices themself for them. like one of the monsters is chasing either character and reader sees it and causes a distraction before leading the monster away and towards them.

i am a weak hearted person who just cannot do angst so maybe eventually character and reader reunite and character calls them an idiot and asks them why they would do something stupid like that before reader confesses it’s because they’re in love with them

thank you <3

Pairing: Kaitlyn x reader

Word count: 1170

Genre: Fluff, a little angst kind of ruined by the tone of writing

Thinking back on it later the moment you had decided to sacrifice yourself for the group (Kaitlyn) was really the moment things went tits up for you. It was also the moment you proved yourself to be a giant fucking self-sacrificing idiot just because you had a crush on a pretty girl. With the lodge compromised by some giant guy with a shotgun you had been forced to make a break for it, intending to meet Ryan and Dylan at the radio shack. Unfortunately, God had decided he had favourites and you were not one of them as before you could reunite Dylan’s voice boomed over the PA system screaming at you to get indoors. Running up to the nearest cabin you were thwarted by the fact it was locked. You weren’t exactly sure what you were running from but Dylan’s urgency paired with the inhuman shrieks filling the area had you really unwilling to find out.

Turning to face Kaitlyn you noticed her panic as she tried and failed to get the door open, Abi and Nick were so focused on getting inside they didn’t notice what you did. Whipping your head behind you at the sound of a much closer shriek you felt your guts heave at the sight of… some sort of feral creature that definitely wasn’t friendly. Sparing one last glance at the competent woman you had fallen for over the Summer, you made a split-second decision. Darting down the stairs and in the opposite direction of the creature you made a mad dash into the woods, screaming and attracting its attention away from the group still trying to get inside. Things unfortunately went to your plan as it started chasing you instead and you swore aloud when you realised it was at least 3 times faster than you. The only reason you hadn’t been ripped to shreds was your massive head start.  

You didn’t dare turn to look behind you in fear of tripping but the sound of snarls and breaking branches alerted you to the fact that you should definitely keep running. You pushed past the oncoming stitch as you ran fast enough to make road runner proud, your internal monologue pretty much consisting of variations of fuck mixed with other words. The sound of a gunshot alarmingly close to you had you faltering and ducking on instinct, in turn leading you to rumble down the side of a small hill that had appeared out of nowhere. Like a cheese roller putting their body on the line for the prize, you flew down the side accumulating mud, scratches and bruises as you went. Eventually landing on your back you were incredibly winded and unable to get up straight away, straining your ears you found no indication you’d been followed this far. Catching your breath, you waited a few more minutes before getting up and trying to make your way back to the lodge, or anywhere you knew the geographic location of. Hands roaming over your pockets you swore as you realised you had lost your phone somewhere, because of course, that was exactly what you needed. Grinding the palms of your hands into your eyes you forced back tears and started moving slowly forward, the light provided by the moon was nowhere near enough to provide sufficient vision, but you refused to give up and die so you walked. The stinging pain became more and more apparent as your adrenaline faded, and you were pretty sure your ankle was sprained and your ribs may be bruised, but you pressed on. The promise of seeing Kaitlyn again, of finally confessing your feelings the only motivation you needed.

Outwardly Kaitlyn was livid, she swore when she got her hands on your dumbass there would be hell to pay. Inwardly she was panicking beyond belief, mind filling with unwanted questions and scenarios. Where were you? Were you ok? Were you even still alive? That last one hurt the most to think about and she forced all thoughts of you from her brain, focusing all her mental energy into helping Dylan and Nick.

Hours passed and Nick had turned into what was apparently a werewolf causing Abi to have to shoot him and some girl in an eyepatch had shown up after killing Kaylee Hackett in an attempt to cure her werewolf boyfriend. What bothered her the most was that there was still no word from you, no one had seen or heard you since the radio shack incident and she was growing increasingly frantic about it. But following Ryan’s leave she had to step up even more as group leader, that was how she found herself making her way to the scrapyard to fish for parts.

Sighing in defeat at their lack of progress outside of almost getting mauled by a werewolf Kaitlyn kicked the ground in agitation as her and Dylan made their way back to the lodge. A rustling from the bushes had her raising the shotgun in alarm, finger hovering over the trigger as she readied herself for whatever was out there. Instead, she found herself drooping in relief as you stumbled out onto the path in front of her and Dylan. That relief morphing into panic once more as she took in your form.

“Oh my god, what the fuck happened to you!” Kaitlyn yelled, taking in the various splotches of blood and mud you were covered in.

“Oh that” you scrunched up your nose, deciding the best way to answer “I fell over” you ended up shrugging before wincing as the movement jostled your aching ribs too much. Near shoving the gun at Ryan to take, Kaitlyn quickly closed the ground between you and threw her arms around your waist in a hug “You idiot” she yelled, burying her face in your torso. “Never do anything that stupid again do you hear me” she half yelled, still refusing to let go. As giddy as you were at the affection you couldn’t stop the wheeze escaping your lungs at the sudden rush of pain caused by her desperate squeezing.

“Hey, Kaitlyn, I love you too but you gotta let go. I’m pretty sure you just cracked my already busted ribs” you attempted to joke. Startled at how quickly she jolted back from you and the astounded expression on her face you rewound the previous conversation, choking on your spit as you realised what you’d blurted out. “Wait I mean uh…” you tried to backtrack, but it was too late, Kaitlyn certainly wasn’t going to let you off the hook for that.

“Hey, no takebacks” she yelled, “you said it so now you’re stuck with me.” The smile on her face had you clocking on to her meaning and you would have pulled her into another embrace if it weren’t for Dylan awkwardly clearing his throat as the both of you were rudely reminded that he was there. Pouting, you began your trudge back to the lodge, entwining your fingers with hers for the road.