#the tv shows i saw had kids putting teeth underneath their pillow

[theladyofdeath]

Scary Movies {Elorcan}

31 Days of Halloween: Day 11.

All installments co-written with @snelbz​

Based on a prompt sent in by anon: “ever since we were kids its been our tradition to binge watch horrible scary movies on halloween, go get the popcorn ready, wait this is much scarier than I remember, hold me”

Autumn/Halloween 2020 {Collection}

Elide looked at her coffee table and smiled. Pizza, popcorn, red vines, and beer. It was the same food, every year, except Coke had eventually turned into alcohol. 

A tradition.

Elide’s favorite of the entire year. 

It had started in middle school, when they decided that they were too old and cool for trick-or-treating. A scary movie, they took turns deciding. Between getting terrified and getting stomach aches from all they consumed, it created a magical evening.

Now, ten years after their first scary movie night on Halloween, Elide was hosting, and Lorcan was running late.

She looked at the clock on her apartment wall and sighed. If he didn’t show up soon, she’d call him, and yell at his ass.

Elide was on her way back from the back bedroom, having grabbed a couple of blankets from the spare room’s closet when a knock came on her door. She slowed and came to a stop.

Lorcan had a spare key, he could— and would— just let himself in. Not to mention, she’d left it unlocked for him. That realization left her all the more wary with what time of night it was.

Making her way over to her door, Elide reached up on her tiptoes to look out the peephole and she saw—

Nothing.

There was nothing and no one in the breezeway.

Cautiously, Elide opened the door and as she took a step out—

Heavy boots stomped on the concrete next to her as someone jumped out and yelled quietly.

The scream that left Elide was decidedly not quiet.

She threw the blankets up and when her heart rate had decelerated enough that she could breathe, she found Lorcan doubled over, hands on his knees, laughing his ass off.

“Not funny, asshole,” she muttered, not stopping to pick up the blankets.

“Very funny, actually,” he said, taking a deep breath as he righted himself and followed her into the apartment.

“I thought you were a…” Elide’s words trailed off as she shook her head.

She was flustered.

“A what?” Lorcan asked, still grinning as he snatched up the blankets and carried them inside. “A late trick or treater? A murderer? If I was a murderer, I wouldn’t come here on Halloween, El. Way too cliché.”

Her lips pursed together as she shut the door.

And locked it.

Lorcan kicked off his boots just inside of the door before passing into the living room and whistling at her set up.

“You’ve spoiled me,” he said, falling back into her couch. “Now I almost feel bad for scaring the shit out of you.”

“You should,” Elide pushed. “I’m almost thinking about tossing the red vines.”

Lorcan’s grin faded. “Don’t you dare.”

She couldn’t stay mad at him, not if she tried, so instead she flopped down next to him, tucking her Halloween-themed, Boo! fuzzy socks underneath her. “Alright, house rules apply. What movies did you bring?”

Once they got their own places, they added a few more nuanced rules to the list. The person who’s house the movie was at got to make the final decision, but the other got to pick the three choices.

Lorcan ticked them each off on a finger as he named them. “The new It, the original Halloween, or Teeth?”

“Not It,” Elide said, shaking her head vehemently. “And you’re an asshole for putting it in the lineup.”

An unfortunate incident at a county fair had scarred Elide for life and now she was terrified of not only clowns, but also the Tilt-A-Whirl and she couldn’t eat cotton Candy anymore. It was a long story and Lorcan knew every second of it, because he’d been there, laughing his ass off then, too.

Lorcan chuckled and said, “Fine, not It.”

“And we watched Teeth when we were like fifteen. I was convinced you weren’t ever going to look at a vagina the same.”

“My fifteen-year-old boy hormones overrode the horror very quickly,” he chuckled. “So Halloween?”

“Halloween,” she agreed. “Put it in.”

“So demanding,” he mumbled, but did as she asked, nonetheless.

He was sitting back beside her as the menu played in no time. After selecting play, he had a beer and his red vines open. 

“Don’t get too scared,” Lorcan muttered, mouth full of candy. “I want you to be able to sleep tonight. Remember, it’s just a movie.”

Elide nudged him with her foot, fluffy sock and all. “Shut up.”

He grinned, unable to control himself. “Don’t you remember our first scary movie night?”

Elide groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

“You nearly pissed yourself,” he said, reminding her, anyway.

Elide scoffed. “I screamed once.”

“And cried twice and begged me to turn it off,” he said, chuckling.

“Why am I friends with you?” She muttered, snuggling back into the blankets and pillows, propping her feet up on the couch. The bottoms of her feet pressed up against his sweatpants-covered thigh.

Lorcan didn’t say anything else, just quietly laughed to himself as he leaned over and turned the lamp off, plunging the room into near darkness.

The beginning of the movies were never scary to Elide, even if the killing started out right away. At the beginning, she could still tell herself it was just a movie. It was as the movie went on, when she found herself immersed in it, that she began to get nervous.

That nervousness continued as she laid awake in the middle of the night, alone. 

Every few minutes, she glanced over at Lorcan. At one point, his eyelids were drooping, and she had no idea how he could be relaxed during such a suspenseful film.

Elide had just cracked open her third beer when Lorcan mumbled, “Crying yet?”

“No, jackass,” she muttered, sipping from the can and clinging to her blanket. She couldn’t help but glance at her living room windows to make sure no one was standing just outside.

Elide didn’t realize just how buzzed she was until she stood to use the restroom. She took one unsteady step before Lorcan paused the movie. “Where are you going?”

“I’ve just got to run to the bathroom, you can let it play,” she replied.

“No, I can’t,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You’ll miss something.”

“I’ve seen it,” she replied, chuckling.

“Yeah, but we haven’t seen it together. That’s a crucial point.”

She rolled her eyes and said, “Fine, I’ll be right back.”

She heard him get up and rifle through her kitchen cabinets, probably looking for something else sweet. As if the entire pack of red vines he’d already consumed wasn’t enough.

When she came back though, she paused. He was in her spot, with his feet propped up, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world as he drank a beer.

Elide cleared her throat.

“Hmm?”

“You’re in my spot,” she said, hands on her hips.

Lorcan looked over at her, one brow raised. “We have spots, now?”

“I’ve always sat in that spot literally every time you have ever come over here. Which is a lot.”

Lorcan shrugged. “I figured we could change it up a bit. I have longer legs. I should be able to stretch my legs out.”

“Your legs are practically hanging off,” Elide protested.

Lorcan blinked. “Not the point.”

With a loud, dramatic sigh, Elide was stumbling back over to the couch.

Lorcan snorted. “You’re drunk.”

“I'm not drunk.”

“How many beers have you had?”

She paused. “A few.”

Lorcan’s grin widened. “You’re drunk.” 

“Am not.”

“Had to get drunk to make it through the scary movie, huh?” he teased. 

Elide was caught between saying am not and fuck you, and her statement ended up coming out as, “Fuck not.” 

Lorcan tossed his head back against the cushions as he laughed. “Drunk Elide has arrived.” 

She sat down in his spot and kicked her feet up on his lap. She was expecting him to shove them off or make a joke about them stinking or something else classically Lorcan. So when he gently took one in his hand and began massaging it, she stopped paying attention to a single thing happening in the movie.

His hands on her were enough to cause that, and if she could just—

A scream rang out from the tv and Elide gasped, turning her attention back to the movie, as Jamie Lee Curtis tried to out run Michael Meyers.

When Elide looked back over at Lorcan, he was looking decidedly smirky.

“Fuck off,” she muttered.

“Don’t you mean fuck not?” he asked, those hands still massaging her sore ankle. 

Elide hated herself for smiling at him. Hated that she loved the way he was smiling at her. She hated his little jokes and snide remarks. Hated that his massages felt so damn good.

The movie on the screen continued, and Elide had found Lorcan’s hands on her ankle incredibly interesting as the tense music played loudly from the surround sound speakers.

Soon enough, the movie was over and Elide was wondering how an hour and a half slipped by so quickly.

“Do you want to watch another?” She asked, as he stood and stretched. “Since it’s a Saturday and everything.”

That smirk was still in place, but she could see a softness in his eyes. “Can you handle another two hours of sheer terror?”

“I wasn’t that scared,” she mumbled, crossing her arms.

Lorcan only grinned and flopped back on the couch, laying out and cracking open another beer.

She rolled her eyes before turning on Cabin In the Woods, and making her way back over to to the couch. “Where exactly am I supposed to sit now?” She asked, pointing to where his feet were in her vacated seat. His entire frame barely fit on her couch.

He wiggled his sock covered toes. “My turn for a foot massage.” He winked at her.

She scrunched her nose. “I don’t wanna touch your feet.”

He pretended to be offended. “And why is that?”

“Your feet are gross.” She chuckled as she sat on top of his shins. “They stink.”

“They do not. They’re cute as fuck and smell like roses.”

Elide giggled. “You keep thinking that. They stink, and they’re massive.”

“What does their size have to do with them?” he laughed. “Isn’t size a good thing? You know what they say about big feet.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, amused as she shook her head.

Lorcan didn’t say anything else, just wiggled his feet free from under her and drank his beer. When he finished, he stood and started collecting the cans.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

He shrugged. “We killed a twelve pack. I’m going to get the rest of the beer out of the fridge.”

Elide rolled her eyes, but she resituated and got comfortable on the couch. When Lorcan returned, he handed her a fresh drink and sat down in the middle of the couch. His arm was draped over the back of the couch, his hand right behind Elide’s head. He began to play with strands of hair coming out of the back of her ponytail.

Elide had to resist the urge to purr.

He handed her another full can.

She didn’t hesitate as she took it, popped it open, and downed it. She hated the taste of beer, but as the night went on, she tasted it less and less. 

Lorcan continued to play with her hair.

Elide had no idea what was going on in the movie, but she didn’t care, and wasn't scared at all as Lorcan continued to play with her hair. 

To her surprise, he let her relax, didn’t try to scare her, didn’t try to tease her, not anymore. The movie was about half way done when Elide looked over at him to find him already watching her. 

“What?” she laughed, quietly. 

“You like me playing with your hair,” he whispered, and he wore no smile. 

“Maybe,” she admitted.

“I’ve been playing with your hair for thirty minutes,” he continued. 

“I noticed,” she said, her voice small as she tried to concentrate, tried to notice if she was slurring her words or not. 

She sure as hell couldn’t tell if he was.

They’d danced around this for years, the feelings they had for each other, the other never seeming to return the feelings that they had. Everyone else constantly gave them shit for not just being together.

Elide always touted off the same response about Lorcan not looking at her that way. What she didn’t know is that he always said she deserved better than a bastard.

She tried to look back at the movie to concentrate on who was on screen, what was happening, but those lithe fingers just kept slipping through the strands.

And then her hair came loose, as he pulled the ponytail out of it and flicked it at her.

“Hey!” She cried, looking for it in the piles and piles of blankets.

Lorcan only looked at her, a self-satisfied look on his face. “What are you thinking?” 

Elide stilled. “What do you mean?”

“You were thinking something, I could see it,” he followed. “What was it?”

“Nothing,” she replied, a little too quickly. 

“Nothing?” he asked, one brow raised. “Liar.”

“Am not.”

“You just don’t want to tell me.”

“And if I don’t?” Elide asked.

He was grinning. “You’re drunk.”

“So?” she asked.

His grin faded. “What were you thinking, El?”

That we should get over ourselves and see what we could be. “That I have no idea what’s going on in this movie.” 

“Neither do I,” he admitted, his voice quiet.

His eyes were on her mouth. When she bit down on her bottom lip, his nostrils flared slightly and he wet his own lips. She breathed, “Are you staring at my lips?”

If it weren’t for the alcohol in her veins, she never would have had the nerve to ask. He nodded once.

“And what are you thinking?” She asked, quietly.

“You have nice lips,” he confessed.

Elide hesitated. “I have nice lips?”

He nodded, once, yet again. 

“Interesting,” she said, when he said no more, her voice remaining small. 

“Interesting?” he repeated.

“Interesting,” she agreed. 

They both stared at one another, the movie playing quietly in the background. It was strange, how Elide’s heart was beating uncontrollably throughout the screams and shrieks from the t.v. screen, but not from fear.

Not at all from fear. 

From exhilaration, from disbelief, from wondering if she was picking up the wrong ques. 

“You’re still looking at my lips,” she said. 

“You’re looking at mine now,” was his response.

He was right, of course. She was.

After a second, she cleared her throat and looked back to the television, but she could still feel his gaze on her from time to time.

During one of the bloodiest scenes she’d ever seen, Lorcan suddenly paused the movie. “Do you hear that?”

Elide snorted. “I’m not falling for that.”

“I’m serious,” he said, looking behind them, towards the window. “You don’t hear that?”

The tone of his voice was unsettling. She pulled her feet up onto the couch, even though she had no idea what he was hearing. She couldn’t hear anything. “This isn’t funny, Lor. Stop it.”

He quickly got up and went to the front door, making sure it was locked, before looking out the window. Elide’s heart was racing. She still hadn’t heard anything, he hadn’t-.

“Oh gods, I was right,” he said, hurrying back to the couch.

She was pretty sure she was going to have a panic attack. “What is it?”

“It’s the… the…” He swallowed harshly and looked at her. “The tickle monster.”

“Damn it Lor-.”

He was flying to her side of the couch and tickling her sides, making her squirm, making her laugh, making her scream before she could even finish her sentence. 

“Lorcan!” She cried, trying to push him away, but he was massive and when he was on a tickle mission, he was going to see it through.

“Lorcan!” She said, again, getting a good hit on his chest this time.

Lorcan’s laugh was contagious, his smile bright, and it wasn’t until Lorcan’s fingers stopped dancing along her sides that Elide realized how they were laying.

He was on top of her, his chest across her legs, his head just above her waist. His body wasn’t completely pressed up against her, but it was pressed up enough.

His fingers sat on her bare skin, her shirt having just barely ridden up during his onslaught of tickles, and her skin felt like it was on fire where he touched her. Sitting that close, she swore she could see bits of blue in the depth of his black eyes. His thumb began to rub a slow circle over her hip.

She sat up, at the same time and when he pulled her closer, she breathed his name.

They were close.

It wasn’t that she had never been close to him, but this was a different kind of close. She could feel his warm, alcohol-scented breath on her lips.

Lorcan.

Her Lorcan.

Her best friend.

The movie was still playing, Elide was certain, but she couldn’t see it, couldn’t hear it.

There was nothing in the world except for him.

“You’re drunk,” Lorcan whispered.

“So are you,” Elide agreed.

Lorcan nodded, slowly, his nose nearly brushing along hers. “Yeah.”

And then he was kissing her, slowly, gently.

She didn’t hesitate, her lips moving against his as if they were made for each other. One of her hands gripped his arm, they other still pressed against his chest and she bunched the fabric up in her hands.

A scream from the tv had them pulling apart and both breathing heavily as they looked at each other.

Elide breathed, “You know, if you were scared, all you had to do was say so.”

Lorcan looked at her for a moment before tipping his head back and laughing. 

[moonhoures]

holding hands

pairing: jisung (stray kids) + reader (g/n)

genre: fluff, mild angst, smut [ nsfw | mdni ]

warnings: 18+, explicit smut, minors do not interact, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex irl!)

a/n: thank you for 4,000+ notes! 🥺

posted: october 22, 2019

“Are you close?”

Your boyfriend was nearing his second orgasm of the night, thrusting into you with fast but deep movements of his hips against yours. Sweat was starting to collect at his hairline and above his upper lip in the dip of his cupid’s bow. His voice came out in labored pants. These were small things you always noticed about Jisung when you made love to him, and you loved every single one. But there was one thing he always did that made your heart melt even as he did the most crude things to you below the belt.

You nodded, your fingers carding through the damp hair at the back of his neck. His skin was hot to the touch and slightly damp from the workout he was getting at the moment. His hands were buried in the sheets on either side of your head, but they were about to do exactly what you wanted them to do.

As his thrusts got faster and sloppier, you prepared yourself as his hands went to yours, interlocking your fingers with his. Your knuckles as well as his were buried into the sheets underneath them. He came with a strangled groan that got stuck in the back of his throat. His face was buried into the skin of your neck, his arms growing weak as his energy drained. His hips slowed to a halt, but he stayed put inside of you for a moment. His fingers squeezed yours gently and slowly, and even though he did that a lot, you were almost certain it was subconscious to him. You’ve had sex with Jisung several times over your three year relationship with him, but it only took you a few months in to realize he held your hands almost every time he came. It became a sort of tradition. Neither of you ever said anything about it, but it was one of your favorite things that he did.

After both of your breathing went back to normal, his fingers detached from yours as he kneeled away from you. He climbed off of the bed to put his pajamas on, and you went to the bathroom to do your quick nightly routine. When you were done you dabbed you’re face with a dry towelette and turned the bathroom light off behind you. Only the lamp on Jisung’s side of the bed dimly lit the room now and graced you with one of your favorite sights:

Jisung, sitting up in bed with his slightly messy hair pressed into the propped pillow behind him. His glasses sat on his nose, little squares of light on each circle of glass reflecting his phone screen as he scrolled through whatever app he was on. From where you stood you could barely tell that his top row of teeth were nibbling into his lower lip. When he saw that you were done in the bathroom he glanced at you and smiled.

“Babe, they really have Buzzfeed quizzes for everything these days. Listen to these: name your favorite desserts and we’ll guess what your favorite tv show is. Like, how do those even correlate?” you grinned at his sense of absurdity, “And this one: Pick your favorite pizza toppings and we’ll tell you what your sex habit is.”

“That one outta be interesting,” you joked, slipping into the sheets beside him. You rested your cheek against your pillow, facing your boyfriend. You didn’t understand how someone could look so attractive from this view.

“Yeah, I think I’ll take it just for shits and giggles.”

Your eyes started to close after a few seconds of listening to the pads of his fingertips thumping lightly against the screen of his phone. You knew he was finished when he mumbled to himself, “See? These are so stupid.”

“So what is your sex habit?” you asked teasingly, surprised by his answer.

“Hand holding? I don’t even do that.”
You let out a small laugh, “For a dumb quiz it’s pretty accurate.”

“What? No, I don’t hold your hands during sex,” he paused, “Do I?”

You opened your eyes to look at him, seeing an expression on his face that told you he wasn’t joking, “Ji, seriously? You do it every time we have sex. You just did it.”

“You’re joking.”

“I am not,” you scoffed, “Right before you orgasm. It’s usually only when we do missionary, but you’ve done it quite a few other times.”

Jisung looked like his mind was genuinely blown, and you found it rather funny. All this time you thought he was aware that he did it, but he had no clue. You weren’t sure if that made it even more adorable or if it was upsetting because you thought he did it on purpose this whole time. He combed his fingers back through his hair, staring off into the air in front of him. You could see it in his concentration that he was trying to recall all the times he had held your hand during sex, but he couldn’t think of even once. He didn’t even remember doing it just minutes ago. He shook his head slowly, “I can’t believe it. If I have, I really don’t remember. You know what? Whatever, I’m just gonna try not to do it from now on then, since I do it so damn much apparently.”

A small frown fell on your lips, but you didn’t say anything because he was already closing his phone and setting it on the nightstand as he turned the lamp off. The room was coated in darkness and the next thing you knew you were falling asleep with Jisung’s arm wrapped around your waist.

A few days passed and you were sharing the same intimate moment with Jisung before bed, just on the brink of your orgasm. You knew he was close by the way his nose kept scrunching the deeper and longer he went. So you prepared yourself for it, raising your hips to meet his and letting your fingers fall open loosely on the sheets beside your ears, ready for him to grab them in his. But he never did. Instead his fingers stayed gripped in the pillows around your head as he came. Your fingers felt empty, and you didn’t feel as satisfied, like something was wrong. Incomplete.

Jisung pulled away from you with one last kiss to your cheek, and a few minutes later you found yourself back in bed, lying beside him as he did his nightly before-sleep scroll through Instagram. You hummed in agreement as he said something about a post he saw, and then the two of you fell asleep.

It went on like this for another two weeks, the few times you made love he didn’t hold your hands at all, and you found that it was bothering you more and more. You weren’t sure why it affected you this much, but in a way it became apart of your routine and it felt unfulfilling to not experience it anymore. Though you missed it, you didn’t bring it up to Jisung because you knew he was doing it on purpose.

It wasn’t until one morning when the two of you were sharing breakfast at your kitchen table that it was brought up again. He scrolled through Buzzfeed quizzes again, telling you once more about the ridiculous things he saw but continued to take.

“Like what do bagels have to do with Disney princesses? I really don’t understand it,” he spoke, his voice coming out in an adorable whine.

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “I don’t know, Ji. I mean, the last one you took was accurate so who knows? Maybe some of them aren’t bullshit.”

He shook his head, “No, I don’t hold hands anymore, if I even did it in the first place.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” you didn’t realize you had sighed after you spoke, but Jisung definitely did. However, you changed the subject before he could ask what your problem was. The rest of the day you cleaned the house together, room by room until the entire thing was clean, top to bottom. When you finished up it was almost dinner time, and the two of you decided to pick up a pizza after you took showers.

Jisung watched as you walked around your shared bedroom, picking out the clothes you were going to wear for the rest of the night. To clean today, you had worn one of his shirts and a pair of your comfortable gym shorts. He loved seeing you like this; comfortable and all for him. You caught him looking at you in your peripheral, “What are you looking at?”

“The most beautiful person on earth,” he replied cheekily, making you roll your eyes as your cheeks warmed up.

You had just gathered the last of your clothes when he came up behind you and took them out of your hands. Before you could ask what he was doing he had his lips pressed to yours. You didn’t complain as he backed you into the dresser behind you, his hands cupping you’re face gently as he deepened your kiss. Your own hands rested at his slim waist, holding the fabric of his t-shirt in your fists.

That same t-shirt ended up on the floor along with yours as he guided you to the bed. Next to go were both of your bottoms, falling into the same pile with your shirts. His lips latched onto your chest and neck as his hand guided his member into you. The both of you let out content sighs as he filled you up and started a steady rhythm that satisfied the both of you. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, making your chest constrict with butterflies that never seemed to go away despite the many years you spent with him.

His lips tangled with yours, moans muffled by each other’s tongues as his hips rutted against yours. Your fingers were wrapped around his biceps, feeling your climax just about to approach. Jisung’s thrusts got slower and deeper, making you sigh from the pleasure he never failed to bring you.

You were moving your hands to his neck as the beginning of your orgasm started to wash over you, but you were startled when Jisung’s hand ripped them away from his skin. Instead, his digits roughly intertwined with yours as he pushed them into the pillow above your head. At the same time his lips crashed onto yours, translating all of his love into a language only your lips could understand.

You came with him, his thrusts slowing until he jerked to a finish with a grunt, his lips continuing to move with yours until he had to separate to breathe. His fingers started to sueeze gently against yours only this time it felt intentional. Comforting.

A small smile graced your lips as your flushed cheeks grew warmer, “You did it. You held my hands again.”

“Yeah,” he admitted shyly, little beads of sweat crawling down from his hairline to his eyebrow, “I didn’t realize you liked it so much when I did it. I thought it was annoying.”

“I never said it was,” your smile softened, “Out of all the little things you do that make me love you, that’s probably one of my favorites.”

He grinned, the chubbiness in his cheeks making your heart jump. His fingers gave yours a long, final squeeze as he kissed you once more, “Well then, as long as you love it I’ll keep doing it.”

You returned his kiss with the brewing love and passion you held for him for so long, “I love you so much, you know that right?”

“Of course I do.”

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[ssa-daddyhotchner]

Undercover - Chapter 20

Chapter Selection

I woke with Aarons wrapped around my waist. I let out an exhale and he held on tighter. I put my hand on his and turned to face him. He was pretending to sleep, running my hand through his hair he fluttered his eyes open. 

"Morning beautiful", he smiled at me and pulled him closer. Grabbing my thighs and pulling me on top of him, "Ok you have energy this morning." I said chuckling, he brought me down to his lips and kissed me softly. 

I grinned into the kiss pulling away and looking around. "We got to sort through our stuff today, but before that what do we want for breakfast." He shrugged and held onto my hips moving them. I didn't notice the movement until I let out an involuntary moan. 

I smirked down at him, "Really." I raised my eyebrows. I moved off of him and got in between his legs. I pulled his boxers down to reveal his already hard cock. I placed my hand around the base and stroked him. 

Running my finger over the tip spreading the pre cum. "Y/n", he groaned as I licked up his shaft wrapping my mouth around his tip, hollowing my cheeks. 

I took my time pumping matching my movements to my mouth; His hands traveled from my cheek to gripping my hair. He was guiding me, not forcing. Aarons eyes stayed on me, he was trying to keep them open. 

I swirled my tongue around his tip, he gazed at me in admiration.  

I pulled my mouth off, "Baby, just enjoy it." He tossed his head into the pillow and closed his eyes. I picked up the pace pumping him. His hips bucked forward, forcing himself in deeper. He hit the back of my throat gagging around him.

"Y/n...", he pulled my hair into a ponytail and held my head still while he used me. Jerking his hips upwards he started doing to work. I could feel him pulsing with every stroke. He was letting me know he was close. 

I was bobbing my head, taking deep breaths. I closed my eyes, stopping the tears from spilling. I could feel him tensing up and I swallowed every drop. I let him ride out his high slowing down but not stopping all together. 

He cupped my face, bringing me to his lips, "Better?" I said giggling. He tried putting his hand into my waistband but I put my hand over his. He looked up at me, "Do you wanna stop." I nodded and he understood. 

I got off his lap and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Aaron followed me pecking my shoulder and resting his head. "Thank you for telling me." 

"You know I'd tell you", he places his hands on my hips. "I know just saying." We finished up and headed to the living room and we saw everything. All of my stuff huddled in a corner. They offered to help but I didn't wanna bother them. 

We needed to do this ourselves. I unlocked the door and stepped out to get the mail. I sorted through all of it and walked inside tossing it on the counter. I saw a little envelope; I opened it and took out a card. 

The front said congratulations It read: 

Bear, 

How's my baby, I called the doctors a few days ago. 

I called out for Aaron and he rushed into the kitchen. "What is it?", I handed him the letter. 

"He knew I was pregnant", he scanned the card. It was hand written and there was no address; it was hand delivered. I knew he wanted to get me pregnant, judging that I checked the mail yesterday there wasn't a note or card he doesn't know I got an abortion. 

He wasn't gonna take it lightly that I 'killed his kid'. Within those few seconds I was terrified; I didn't know what he was going to do. "Aaron", I choked out. He dropped the letter down and walked over to me. He held my head to his chest and whispered in my ear. 

The brimming tears never left my eyes, I refused to let them fall. "You got to get your mind off of it. Until we can do something about this lets just continue like normal", he mumbled. I held onto him not letting go. 

He finally pulled away and we started to go on with our day. Organizing which of our stuff is worth keeping to make room. We ended up splitting the furniture in half; keeping a bit of both. Jack was dropped off by Jessica. 

I put a nail in the wall about to hang one of my photos when Jack was underneath me tugging on my pants, "Y/n, can I help." 

"Sure buddy", I picked him and he hung the photo. As Aaron was in the bedroom organizing he heard banging a laughter, he grinned to himself. "Daddy!", he heard from down the hall. He dropped his stuff and walked out. 

He saw me holding Jack by one of the photos, "Look what I did."

 Aaron turned and saw my pictures, "Buddy you did so well." He showed a toothy grin. I set him down and he ran into his bedroom. He brought out some toys, "can you play with me." I nodded and he dumped it on the carpet of the living room. 

Aaron went into the kitchen and made some mac and cheese for Jack. When he finished it he brought it to the table and all of us started eating. Jack was happy, and I stuffed my face. I was finished with the food first and I put my bowl in the sink. I felt eyes staring at me, I glanced over and saw Aaron staring. 

"What", I was chuckling as I walked over to get the other dishes. He cracked a smile, "Nothing." I shook my head and started to do the dishes. Jack was feeling tired from the food and he went to his room to sleep.                                                                    

 Aaron made sure he was asleep before he walked up behind me putting his hands on my hips. I was scrubbing one of the pots; he was being distracting; he lined kisses up down my neck. I let out a quiet moan thinking he wouldn't have heard me. 

I was too focused on Aaron. I didn't realize the water was just running. "Don't let me distract you." I continue to work, "Now?" I felt him nod into my neck.

"There's not a better time, he's sleeping and we have work tomorrow. As much as I would love to bend your pretty little ass over my desk I don't think our coworkers will like that very much; hearing you scream my name. And of course I didn't get to pay you back for this morning." 

His hands slipped into my waistband; he trailed a finger over my pussy and laid a cold finger over my clit. He set a pace of slow circles, I leaned back into him trying to focus on the task at hand. His arms secured around me holding me up a bit. 

I finished on the pot and was washing the last few dishes. Aaron added more pressure and made quicker movements. I rested my head on my shoulder, "Aaron." 

"What do you want", his voice lowered. I reached out and turned off the water setting the bowl down. "I want to cum", he hummed and dipped his other hand in my pants ghost over. He teased me and slipped in two fingers into my pussy. 

I gained enough to dry off my hands and I reached back and held onto him. My moans were getting louder, "Shh shh, You got to be quiet baby." 

I was whimpering, Aaron pushed in a third finger and spread them out, stretching me. "I'm so close." He kissed my shoulder, collarbone, and up my jaw. "You can cum sweetheart." My stomach tightened and I finished on his fingers. 

As my breathing regulated I grabbed his hand and sucked on his fingers twirling my tongue around them. The sight in front of him made him let out a groan. He grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him. 

He set a needy kiss on my lips, "Love you." I grinned walking into the living room getting comfortable. "I know." 

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The baby would've been two months today assuming Mark was the father. I was standing in the kitchen heating up some food I had made the night before and I felt hands on my hips. It was 2am I wasn't sure why he'd be up. 

I tensed under the man's touch and he realized so he stepped in front of me. "It's just me", Aaron's voice was low and raspy. He reached out and cupped my cheek; I subconsciously leaned into. I still hadn't said a word. 

"You okay?", he knew what day it was. I closed my eyes and sat on the counter. My eyes filled with tears that never fell. Aaron stood in between my legs; pulling him into a hug my head rested on his bare shoulder. 

He was whispering into my ear letting me know I wasn't alone and he was there for me. He pulled apart when my food was done in the microwave. I hopped off the counter and carried the hot dish to the living room. 

I settled on the couch turning on tv. I saw Aaron give me a weak smile as he was turning the corner to go back to bed. "Aaron, can you stay?", he started back towards the couch. 

"Of course princess", he sat in the corner pulling the blanket onto us. 

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I woke to my arm getting tugged; my eyes fluttered open and Jack was staring at me, trying to get me to wake up. "Fuck", I said quietly but my jolt woke Aaron that was asleep on the couch with me. "Y/n, you gotta get up. I have school." 

My eyes opened fully and I saw the clock. It was 8:30, Jack had school at 9:30. "Shit Aaron get up, come on buddy let's get you ready." I smacked Aarons arm and he sat up rubbing his eyes. I helped Jack get dressed and brush his teeth while Aaron gave him some food. 

Aaron got ready for work putting on his suit and I wasn't ready at all. We were already late, "I'm gonna head in, can you take Jack to school?" I nodded, I forgot the time and Jack came back from behind me. 

"Y/n, we gotta go. Bye daddy", he gave him a hug and a kiss and we were out the door. Luck was totally on my side; I had hit practically every light. Having to constantly stop. 

We got to the school 20 minutes late, they had already locked the doors. I had to buzz in, the door popped open and we went to the office. The woman at the desk gave me a smile and she looked at Jack. 

I say the late sheet and I started filling it out. Once it was done we were about to part ways but the women stopped me. Jack stopped also; he noticed I wasn't following. "Forgive me but how do you know Jack?" 

For some reason this was the awkward part, "I'm his dad's girlfriend. He said I'd be able to drop him off." She gave me a puzzled look.

"You can but I'm going to need to call Mr. Hotchner." I let out a sigh and bend down. I pulled him into a hug and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"Honey, you can go, I just need to sort something out." I smiled and walked to class. 

She got Aaron on the line, "Hotchner." 

"Hi sorry to bother you but I have a." She so I could tell her my name. "Y/n Y/l/n." 

"Y/n Y/l/n here, she dropped off Jack. I was curious if I should add her to the list." 

"Thank you for letting me know and yes please." The women at the desk hung up the phone and put me on the list for Jack so I could pick him up. I signed some papers and I headed home to get work. 

I was still tired, I threw on a white dress shirt and some black pants. I had to drive myself which was weird; I had been riding with Aaron for the past 11 months. I was an hour and thirty late for work. I walked into the elevator. 

Going into the bullpen I was getting eyes from the team, some small smiles and winks. I ignored them, I walked to my desk. I was pulled from my work again, "Y/n can I see you for a moment." I tossed my head back and sighed. 

"You two okay?", Morgan said from behind me. I nodded and walked up the stairs into Hotch's office. "What is it?" He gestured for me to sit. 

"The thing I'm about to tell you... I don't know how you're going to take it so uh I'm just gonna say it. I just got a call from the hospital in Hawaii. I was wondering why they didn't send the rape kit... it's because they don't have it." My heart fell into my stomach. I held it together on the outside but I was cracking on the inside. 

Without that kit the court can't do anything. The only 'evidence' he raped me was my word and that doesn't work for women. The kit would've changed everything, It was going to send him away. I was patiently waiting to just be told that my only chance on getting the son of a bitch was lost in another fucking state.  

He followed me, got me pregnant and stole the one thing that'd put him away. I knew he stole it, it wasn't hard; Mark was already following us all he had to do was 'come with us'. 

Hotch was now sitting in front of me, "Y/n." A single tear fell from my eye onto Aarons hand that was now on my cheek. "Thank you for telling me, I uh... have some work to do", I wiped my face and opened the door walking from his office to my desk. 

The team could see that something happened and I was upset. Hell anyone could tell, I was struggling to not let go; you didn't need to be a profiler to know I was having a bad day. The rest of the day was me burying myself in paperwork and files. 

There was a tap at my desk, "We need to work on some profiles, come on." Morgan waited for me to get up. He set a hand on my lower back and I caught him off guard pulling him in tight. He let out a gasp as the air left his lungs. 

He took soft breaths and wrapped his arms around my body. Morgan looked up at the round table room and saw the team looking back at us. Specifically Hotch was staring at him; he wasn't mad... Aaron was just hurt. 

Hurt that I felt this way, he knew there was nothing he could really do to help my case. No one was going to listen to what I had to say without the physical evidence. 

Derek held me for a few minutes speaking softly, "You wanna talk about it." I nodded and we walked into Aarons office. 

We sat on the couch, "The hospital in Hawaii called... Aaron had brought me after what happened and they did a rape kit. Well the one thing that was gonna help my case is now missing. The hospital has no idea where it went. So now I need to live knowing that fucker is gonna get away with it. You wanna know the worst part? I was- I was pregnant." 

Morgan sat there in front of me processing the information that I threw at him, "Was?"

 "Yeah", my voice was small. He reached a hand out and held mine. "Did you-." 

"Yeah"

"Baby", he gently pulled me towards him. My head rested on his shoulder. I closed my eyes and was calming down. I heard the door open and footsteps walk in, "You guys need us?" 

He tapped my back and I pulled away meeting Aaron. I grabbed his hand and we all walked to the round table. 

I sat down and they were going over the profile. Sometimes police stations only need our profile rather than having us fly all the way over there. The stations would send us every little detail about the case and we'd help them that was. 

Usually I hated it but at this moment I liked not having to leave the office. 

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@mac99martin @appleblossoms-posts @donttellanyoneireadfanfiction @oreogutz @wanniiieeee @marie1115 

[itslunarwritesstuff]

Movie night

Prompt: “This movie is really scary, but you’re so into it I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time but- WHAT IS THAT”

Word Count: 2,600

Pairing: Shawn Hunter x Fem! Reader

Summary: Weekly movie night at Y/N’s house isn’t exactly what Shawn planned when Y/N picks a horror movie for them to watch. The thing is Shawn hates gore-filled horror movies they scare him half to death but refuses to bruise his ego by telling her and not wanting to disappoint his girl. 

Contains: Fluff, Cuddling, Hair playing, and braiding. 

Y/N/N: Your nickname Y/C/H: Your color hair

Y/L/N: Your last name

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It’s the last class period of the day and thankfully it is a Friday so the weekend is coming shortly. 

Y/N is separating her books between what she needs for the weekend and not. 

When she is finished she swings around with her backpack on her shoulders and runs face-first

 into someone.  

Books flying onto the ground and Y/N’s body as well, it takes her a moment to register that this has actually happened and then she sits up pulling her shirt back down to cover her exposed stomach that must have ridden up from the fall. 

That someone is quick to bend down and offer her a hand up and help with her books, that someone being Shawn Hunter her boyfriend of only a few short weeks but a friend of much longer. 

“Y/N I’m so sorry are you okay” he apologizes. 

“No worries honey” Y/N smiles up at him. 

Shawn turns his head as to not look directly at her, his face full of embarrassment from her falling and the casual nickname. 

Mustering up some courage to speak he grabs her books off of the tiled floor and says “So are we still having movie night at your house tonight”?

Shawn hands Y/N the stray books and notebooks and she answers “Yuppers, my parents gave me the okay the other night, and get this! They’re letting us use the basement with the bigger TV; perfect for ‘The Gore Saga: Knife to meet you’”!

Trying to convey the same excitement as she is Shawn lies right through his teeth saying “That sounds awesome, I can’t wait”. 

For a little background, Shawn hates horror movies with gore. Paranormal he can deal with, maybe even psychological thrillers, anything but gore. But it was Y/N’s turn to pick the movie and he didn’t want to be the one to ruin anything for her. So no matter how much he squirmed and cringed he decided he will not say a word on the matter; for her sake and his, he did have his own pride to look out for as well. 

After all of her belongings were stowed away in her backpack she swung the object back over her shoulders and turns her head over towards Shawn’s then spots Cory and Topanga. 

Y/N wouldn’t want to leave her friends out so she tells Shawn “I think we should invite Cory and Topanga, I think it would be fun to have the four of us hanging out”. 

Before Shawn could protest she was already walking over to the infamous couple. 

Shawn usually wouldn’t be against having his two best friends come along but knew if he chickened out they would most definitely poke fun at him and his pride couldn’t take that hit. Also, he wanted to be alone with Y/N cause the difference between tonight and the other movie nights they have had; is Y/N’s parents were gone for the weekend. And Y/N’s older siblings would be the ones “watching them” which meant they could basically do whatever they wanted. Which meant he gets to spend the night, per Y/N’s request of course. 

“Hey Y/N, Shawn how are you guys”? Topanga asks. 

“Besides falling back there, Doing pretty good. Hey, we wanted to ask you two a question” Y/N answers. 

“Okay shoot”.

“So Shawn and I are having a movie night tonight and was wondering if you guys wanted to join us.” 

While Y/N said this Shawn stood behind her swinging his arms and overtly mouthing the word “No”. 

Cory is confused and doesn’t get the memo and almost says yes but Topanga gets the hint that Shawn wants to be alone with Y/N for the night and jabs her boyfriend in the side. 

“We actually have our own date planned tonight but thank you for the offer,” the girl opposite Y/N says. 

Cory still doesn’t get the memo and says “We do”? 

“Yes Cory, remember”?

“No actually, which is alarming cause I remember anything and everything Topanga related,” Cory says with a genuinely worried expression on his face scratching his head.

Topanga leans over and whispers in her partner’s ear, a sudden look of understanding coming over him. 

“Right that date thing” Cory laughs and says “You two have fun...lots of fun” a cheeky smile insinuating something else and walking away behind Topanga. 

“Was he being weirder than usual or was that just me” Y/N turned and asked Shawn. 

“It was definitely him, Trust me”. 

“Okay, will you walk me home. I really don’t want to take the bus today”. 

“Yeah of course. One second let me just grab my bag from my locker”. 

After Shawn grabs his backpack filled with his overnight things and his books that Y/N made him begrudgingly put in there too; they head towards her house. 

It is a nice spring day the only downside was the slight chill in the air despite it being sunny outside. 

Even though Y/N had a sweatshirt on she was still freezing, it was as if Shawn sensed this and put his arm around her shoulder her hand coming up to interlock their fingers. They walked in sync staying close on the narrow sidewalk. Most of the walk was silent because they spoke through touch and subtle glances. 

When they arrived at Y/N’s house her parents were still home but there was no worry, they trusted the two teenagers and her parents just adored Shawn. They wanted Y/N to be with Shawn before Y/N even knew she wanted to be with him. 

“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N almost ready for your weekend getaway,” Shawn asked her parents when they entered the house. Suitcases were lined up next to the front door. 

“Almost, we are just going down our checklist making sure we don’t forget anything.” Y/N’s Mom said frantically checking boxes on the slip of paper in her hand. 

“We left money on the kitchen table for food tonight, so you guys order whatever you want for your movie night” Y/N’s Dad informed them. 

“Thank you, Dad. Love you guys have a safe trip” their daughter pulled each of her parents into individual hugs. 

Her Mom gives Shawn a hug as well “Love you Shawn, be good okay” he nods and returns the squeeze. Y/N’s family has always been there with open arms for the Hunter boy since they were kids. He even stayed with them for a while as well as the Matthews when his Dad went looking for his Mom a while back. 

Y/N’s Dad opted out for the hug and gives Shawn a handshake instead saying “The Gore Saga huh, you’re a braver man than I am Shawn. I have no idea how she enjoys those movies”.

Shawn just laughed as the adults made their way out of the house. 

Later after the pair have eaten and gotten everything set up; blankets and pillows on the couch, refreshments, and the rented VHS tape of ‘The Gore Saga: Knife to meet you’.

Shawn gulped on the couch while Y/N slid the tape into the VCR; she hurried back over to the couch excitedly and all of Shawn’s fear disappeared when she hopped onto the couch next to him. Her smile wider than ever and her head rested on his lap, he distracted himself from the film by running his fingers through her hair. Sometimes making short little braids then pulling them apart right after, and for the most part, his tactic worked. Until she sat up and stretched out next to him to make herself more comfortable, he didn’t have her touch to soothe him anymore. 

(Warning descriptions of gore coming up)

After a few minutes a pretty gruesome scene unfolded on the screen in front of them; its the part of the movie where the killer gets one of the dumb ones who run into every trap he has set while trying to run away, and this guy was now being ran through a humongous factory meat grinder...and he’s dead. Blood, guts, and bones is all that comes out of the other end. 

Shawn could no longer keep his composure he was bugging big time, but when he looked over at Y/N he saw the opposite expression on her face. Where his face was full of disgust and fear, hers, on the other hand, was full of glee and joy. Who would have known that the sweet Y/N Y/L/N was a gore fan, the same girl who cried when they were nine because some kids destroyed an anthill at recess. 

Again he couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Y/N”? he softly pleaded her name. 

She turned her body towards him her eyes barely leaving the screen she was so captivated. 

“Yes, Shawnie” she continues. 

“Could you please come back over here and let me hold you or you could hold me, Even better”! Shawn reached out for Y/N desperately. 

Scooting back over to her guy she motions for him to lay on her lap and god does he! He clasps his arms around her left one holding it against his chest. She senses some of his discomfort, and she makes work by running her nails down his scalp and a rushed breath and hum escaped Shawn’s lips. 

Putting her focus back on the TV while she continued soothing the boy who laid on her legs. 

Another putrid scene of killings displays on the screen and Shawn jumps from underneath her. 

“Shawn, Baby are you okay”? Y/N asks concerned her fingers brushing her sweet boys face. 

“I’m sorry babe it’s just this movie is really scary, but you’re so into it I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time but- WHAT IS THAT”! Shawn screeches. 

Y/N jumps at the shrill noise of his scream but cannot help but laugh shortly after. 

He is just too adorable sometimes, she would have never thought her hot shot of a boyfriend would be squeamish of a little gore. 

Never the less she smiled at him still clinging her arm to his chest while his head laid on her lap.

“Babe, are you okay,” she asked still giggling. 

“Yes …” another blood splatter to the screen made Shawn jolt yet again. His eyes showed defeat as he finished “...No, I mean. This gore stuff isn’t exactly my favorite. 

“Well, why didn’t you just tell me that earlier, Duckie” Shawn always had a soft spot for that pet name it was one she didn’t use often but when she did it made his heart flutter beyond words. 

“I didn’t want to ruin your fun, Y/N/N,” he said sheepishly. 

“Oh, baby. That’s very sweet of you but I have plenty of other movies we could watch. I’ll finish this one another time, no big deal” Y/N let out a breathy laugh at just Shawn being Shawn, and the whole ‘I’ll watch it because you enjoy it’ thing made her stomach flip. 

Giving Shawn another option she says “How about a romantic comedy”? Shawn nodded his head frantically. He would deny it if anyone else knew but Y/N knew Rom/Coms were secretly his favorite. 

Sadly he peeled his body away from hers so she could go and eject the tape and put the new one in. After sliding in the much less graphic film she was less than surprised that she saw Shawn waiting for her to cuddle him on the couch, he had moved from one end to the other where the couch had an ‘L’ shape so they could hold each other while still being able to watch the movie. 

But she wasn’t complaining, whenever she got to touch Shawn in this sweet innocent way she felt like when you do when you’re at home safe and most of the time drowsy. 

She laid there in between his leg;  back laid back against his chest. He had his arms around her torso playing with her fingers that laid relaxed on her sides, and his face was buried into her hair. 

“Shawn darling, what are you doing” she giggled at the tickle of his nose brushing her jawline while he smelled her cascading locks. “Mhm your hair smells so good, and it’s so soft.” his hands slip away from her sides as he starts to comb through the Y/C/H that covered Y/N’s shoulders. After he got all the small knots out, he started braiding her hair again but this time all together instead of little strands. 

Y/N tried her best to pay attention to the love story in front of them but was more distracted by her own, right here in her basement. If she were coyer and the movie wasn’t on she would most likely jump this boy, just to shower him in kisses.

After a while long after Shawn had stopped playing with her hair, Y/N relaxed into his frame, her hands and legs tangled with his underneath the heavy but comfortable knitted blanket on top of them. 

Then came a scene where the guy and the girl have their first kiss and with all of the emotion that’s been building up, they physically cannot keep their lips off of one another and a makeout session ensues. 

Just thinking about Shawn kissing her made Y/N instantly blush, even if they were way past first kisses. 

And now Y/N was the one who couldn’t hold it together anymore, she needed kisses Now. 

Turning in Shawn’s arms she misplaces his head from the crook of her neck where every once and while leave soft little pecks across the splay of skin on her neck and jaw. And it was making Y/N’s body flush with anticipation, but nothing came of it. 

Shawn looked surprised that Y/N had moved but all he softly said was “Baby whats wrong? Do you not like the movie”? And he tucked the loose hair around her face back behind her ear. His hand lingered on her cheek thumb grazing the almost invisible baby hairs that tickled while he does so. 

Instead of answering his question Y/N leans in slightly, puts her arms around his neck and toys with the hair at the nape of his neck sending shivers down his spine. 

Knowing what she wants, she makes eye contact with the beautiful boy in front of her and asks “Can I have a kiss please” with the softest voice because she is still afraid he might say no and he is allowed to say no. 

Wasting absolutely no time he closes the gap between them as he cups her face with one hand and the other holding her lower back in a way to balance her almost. Their lips moved as one and Y/N couldn’t help but smile into the kiss a giggle about to pop because of her happiness. 

But before she could, Shawn was laughing and he had to pull away to compose himself. 

Y/N chuckled with him “What’s so funny huh”?

“You’re just so cute and polite. I love that you always ask me before kissing me. And honestly its sometimes surreal that you’re my girl ya know, I mean look at ya.” 

“You aren’t so bad yourself Hunter. And I enjoy being ‘Your girl’ very much”.

Y/N fanned her hands out on Shawn’s chest keeping some distance between them while they spoke so she could see him properly. 

Shawn leaned back in asked “May I kiss you, Princess” “Of course” she answered shortly attaching her lips back to his in a hurry. 

It’s safe to say that the movie was long forgotten for the rest of the night, they were too wrapped up with each other.

[angelmavmurdock]

• Babysitting •

A/N: I have such a huge soft spot for Tom with kids like 😭 my heart. this is one of my favourites if i'm being honest 🥺

You and Tom have been dating for 4 months now. He's met your 2 year old son a few times but he hasn't ever been alone with him. But tonight was one of your friends' birthday party and you wanted to go without Oscar but your parents were out of town. So Tom had agreed to babysit him. He seemed a little nervous but mostly excited.

"Okay! Mummy's going to go now!" You said to Oscar, lifting him out of his high chair and sitting him on your hip.

"Bye-bye." Oscar said cutely and waved his arms frantically, nearly whipping your eyelashes off.

"I'll see you in the morning, baba." You kissed his head.

"Can I get a kiss?" You asked, looking at him hopefully.

A cute, lopsided smile grew on his face and he leaned into your cheek and left an open mouth kiss on your cheek, probably taking half of your makeup off but you didn't care.

"Okay, here we go." You handed Oscar over to Tom and he took him with ease, propping him up on his arm. Oscar started to wail a heartbreaking wail. A pout grew on your face watching your baby cry.

"Go, I've got this." Tom smiled.

You smiled and kissed him softly. He lingered for a moment, touching your side gently before you parted.

"Have fun! I love you both!" You blew kisses as you clicked out the door, watching Oscar cry at you leaving and Tom smiled at you.

"Alright, alright." Tom said, placing Oscar back on his bare feet.

He kept crying, padding up to the apartment door and standing, hoping you were coming back.

Tom sighed, he didn't know what to do with crying babies.

He looked at the list you had written out and stuck to the fridge.

If he's crying, give him some water in a sippy cup and turn on paw patrol.

"Sounds good to me. Come on Oscar! Come on!" He held his hand out for Oscar to take but he didn't budge, he stayed at the door crying his eyes out.

Tom went into the cupboard and took out one of Oscar's many sippy cups. He filled it up with water then walked over to Oscar.

"Look! I've got some water!" He held it out in front of him. Oscar took it but then threw it on the floor, luckily nothing spilled.

"Right, come on." Tom lifted Oscar up and then the sippy cup. He walked him over to the couch where he sat him down in front of the TV. He quickly turned on the TV and put on Paw Patrol.

The theme song immediately made Oscar's ears perk up. His crying stopped and he turned to the TV, his mouth agape with wonder as he watched. Tom smiled as he sat the sippy cup on Oscar's lap.

"Good boy." He ran a hand over his thin blonde hair.

He sighed with relief as he went back to the kitchen and started clearing up. He wiped down Oscar's high chair and put all the crumbs in the bin. He sweeped the crumbs off the floor and then he went into the fridge, about to grab himself a beer.

"Nope, can't do that tonight." He said to himself before opting for a bottle of water.

He opened the bottle and sat down next to Oscar, wrapping his right arm around him.

"Rubble!" Oscar squealed and bobbed up and down on his bum as he saw a dog with a construction helmet come on the screen.

"Who's that?" Tom asked with a smile.

"Rubble!" Oscar said again.

Tom smiled down at him. Oscar was the cutest baby he had ever seen. Fair skin, blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He had a baby blue onesie on paired with his white nappy.

Tom watched the Paw Patrol episode with Oscar - well, he was more watching Oscar watching Paw Patrol but...same difference.

Just before the episode ended, Tom got up to check the list.

Bed time at 8 o'clock.

Brush teeth GENTLY .

Change nappy - instructions on changing table and take him out of onesie.

Give him my breast milk in the fridge. You've done that before.

Read a book to him - anything with animals is a winner.

Turn on sound machine and close the door.

I'll be back at 9:30. I love you <3

He smiled at your handwriting and your note.

He checked his watch and it was just coming up for 7 pm.

"Well I guess we have a few more Paw Patrol episodes to go." He said to Oscar as he jumped back on the couch.

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"Peek-a-boo!" Tom came out from behind the couch and Oscar laughed his little head off.

"You have your mother's laugh, Oscar; loud and completely adorable." Tom said with a smile as he came back to the fluffy rug that Oscar was sitting on.

"What's your favourite toy, huh? Which one?" Tom pointed to the box full of toys he had brought out from Oscar's nursery.

Oscar stood up, nearly tumbling over but Tom managed to catch him before he did. He stood straight then wobbled over to the box. He rummaged through it, throwing things out that he didn't like very dramatically.

"Woah, Oscar." Tom laughed as a toy car nearly crashed into his face.

"Ba-bee!" Oscar pulled out a half-dressed barbie doll.

"You want the barbie doll?" Tom asked.

"Yeah! Ba-bee!" Oscar giggled.

"Okay, well first we have to dress her don't we." Tom said and he searched the box for some barbie clothes.

He was aware that Barbie's were considered a 'girly' toy. But he wanted Oscar to have a male figure in his life that was okay with him playing with Barbie's or dressing up as princesses, because most boys don't get taught that. And that's what toxic masculinity is. He didn't want any toxic masculinity in this house.

Tom played Barbie's with Oscar for a while which was a new experience but he didn't mind it one bit.

He checked his watch after a while and it was 7:45pm already.

"Oscar, we have to clean up now." Tom pouted his lips sadly.

"No! I wan more ba-bees!" Oscar copied Tom, pouting his lips.

"Why don't we bring barbie with us? Does that sound good?" Tom said as excitedly as he could, trying to get Oscar more enthused about going to bed.

"Yey!" He bobbed up and down on his bum again, a few spit bubbles popping and drooling down his chin.

"Let's go!" Tom stood up and as he did, he scooped Oscar up in his arms and threw him over his shoulder. Oscar squealed and giggled with delight as Tom whooshed him like he was flying through to the bathroom. He sat him down on the counter top with a robotic sound and Oscar laughed, showing his incoming front teeth.

Tom sang a random song as he put the toothpaste on the small toothbrush and began brushing Oscar's teeth.

"Oh baby give me one more chance! To show you that I love you!" Tom sang 'I want you back' to Oscar as he brushed his teeth gently so he would be entertained.

After brushing his teeth and rinsing the brush, Tom continued his wooshing and robotic sounds as he moved Oscar into his nursery and onto the changing table.

"Okay...let's do this, little man. We can do this." Tom said to himself more than to Oscar as he read the instructions you left for him.

"Let's take this off then." Tom removed Oscar's nappy and scrunched his face as he saw what was on it. He wiped Oscar's bum gently and threw the wipes and the dirty nappy into the bin.

He took a new nappy out and carefully placed it underneath him. He dried him with a soft towel then put some nappy cream on his skin.

"All moisturised. You'll have great skin, mate." Tom held his thumbs up and Oscar laughed, still clutching his barbie.

He fastened the back panel to the front panel relatively snug.

"Oscar! I did it! I changed your nappy!" Tom danced a little, making Oscar giggle again.

"Okay changing time then bed time." He carefully slipped Oscar out of his onesie and Oscar immediately started clutching his feet as he folded the onesie.

"Right, let's get you in bed." Tom lifted him up and placed him in his crib. As soon as he stood back, Oscar started crying.

"Hey, shhh, I'm here." He held a hand down and Oscar clutched his pointer finger.

Tom felt some weird surge flow through his body.

It was love.

He loved this wee guy.

And he loved you.

"Okay, don't tell your mum I'm doing this." Tom lifted Oscar back out and held him against his shoulder. He brought him through to your room and he lay him down on the bed. He wrapped him around with blankets and pillows so he was secure, then he went to the kitchen. He washed his hands then went into the fridge and got a bottle of your breast milk out.

Tom was still amazed that you could do that, he's just sit and watch as you worked and breast pumped and he was confused but in awe every time you did it.

He quickly came back through and handed Oscar the bottle.

"Here you go." Tom got onto the bed with him and snuggled up next to him, taking his shirt off and grabbing an animal book.

"Okay...I'm dyslexic so don't mind my shi- my BAD reading." He stopped himself from swearing and smiled at himself as he imagined your reaction.

"Once upon a time..."

-

"Hello?" You whisper shouted as you closed the front door behind you and kicked off your heels.

"In here!" You heard Tom whisper.

You were slightly drunk and had to pump and dump but you were excited to see Tom.

You opened your bedroom door and your eyes widened at the sight you were seeing.

Tom shirtless on your bed with a book in his right hand and Oscar snuggled into his left armpit, covered in blankets.

"How are my two gorgeous boys doing?" You grinned with joy as you sat your bag and jacket down and walked over to them, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"We watched paw patrol, then we played Barbies," Oscar interrupted by waving his barbie around with a giggle.

"Oh wow!" You gasped, taking Oscars hand, stopping him from the waving and just because you wanted to hold his hand.

"And then we were reading but I'm not very good at that am I?" Tom asked Oscar and Oscar thought about it before shaking his head.

"Well, Oskie, we need to get you in bed. It's way past your bed time, baby." You glanced at Tom.

"We were having too much fun." He smiled.

You couldn't help but shake your head and smirk at him. Oscar yawned and stretched as Tom passed him to you.

"Come on sleepy head." You said, taking him from Tom and walking to his nursery, placing him in cot and putting his sound machine on. You closed the door behind you and then went into your bedroom.

"Was it fun?" You asked, unzipping your dress then jumping in bed next to Tom.

"So much fun." He said with a huge smile.

"I love you." You said, snuggling into his chest.

"I love you more." He said and kissed your hair.

[pop-culturereference]

as long as i’m reflecting you

Summary: “I can’t believe you haven’t figured it out yet. I'm you, Hawks."

@hawksweek2020 day 1: Cliché

If you’d rather read on ao3 (or if you want to read my long rant in the chapter notes): https://archiveofourown.org/works/27203351

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Gen

Rating: G

Characters: Hawks, Dabi

Dabi towers over Hawks as he lies there, helpless, blue flame licking greedily at his face and wings. He can feel himself shriveling under the heat, but perhaps the worst part is this:

Takami Keigo.

Dabi knows his name. Dabi knew all along what Hawks was doing there, knows more than even his friends do—his name.

Hawks panics at the sound of Dabi’s boots crunching on the broken shards of his visor—He can’t die here! The battle is far from over, and he’s the only hero ready and equipped to deal with the aftermath. There’s not much Hawks can do, at this point, but he does have one option. Dabi needs time between using his quirk in order to recover. Use conversation, distract him, draw him in. In Hawks’s experience, villains never pass up a chance to gloat and throw their self-righteousness in everyone’s face. Get a villain talking about themself, and they won’t shut up. Even closed-off Dabi will likely blab his life story, thinking Hawks is about to die. It’s worth a shot.

“The only members of the League I found nothing on were you and Shigaraki. I found everyone else’s background, their families—but for you, I couldn’t even find a name. Who are you?”

Dabi sets a foot on Hawks’s back, leans his weight into it. Hawks pushes himself up with his hands as much as he can to prevent his ribs from snapping. He’s miscalculated. Dabi will keep his secrets over his ego. Hawks accepts his death even as he fights and pushes against it; he can’t die, but he’s going to, and there’s nothing he can do about it. He’s expecting Dabi to burn him to death right there, and he’s already bracing himself and gritting his teeth against the heat. He is <em>not</em> expecting Dabi to crouch down, one foot still on Hawks’s back, and whisper:

“I can’t believe you haven’t figured it out yet.” There’s a warm huff of laughter on his ear that has Hawks cringing away, then— “I’m you, Hawks.”

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Hawks wakes up to the horrible smell of antiseptic solution and the annoying tug of compression sleeves on his leg hair. Then, of course, the swoop of vertigo that speaks of some Pretty Heavy Anaesthesia. He tries to cough the smell out of his mouth, but is met with a sore throat—more than sore, actually. It’s like someone’s taken literal sandpaper and dragged it down his entire esophagus. He gags, tries to sit up, is hit off balance by the vertigo, and promptly throws up over the side of the bed.

He leans back against his pillows and wallows in the agony his stomach acid has raked over his poor, abused, sandpapered throat.

“Can I get you anything?” asks a nurse holding a bucket. Oh, good. He’d vomited into a bucket and not all over the hospital floor.

Hawks gestures frantically to his throat with a plea in his eyes that the nurse hopefully interprets as “water,” or “cough drop,” or even, “please just slit my throat and put me out of my misery.”

The nurse hands him both water and cough drops. Hawks’s eyes water with gratitude. Well, either that or pain. Maybe both.

“Sorry, man,” says the nurse as he reaches to adjust Hawks’s blanket. “They had to do surgery on your wings, and you had a breathing tube.”

Hawks croaks in horror. “Wings!?”

“They’ll be all right. You also had some skin grafts for the burns.”

Burns. Dabi. I’m you, Hawks.

“Phone,” he demands urgently.

With his miraculously only-slightly-singed phone in his hands, Hawks shoos the nurse away and starts tapping and typing with frenzied vigor.

His google search shows him an article spotlight on him, featuring an interview with Tokoyami, who apparently saved him. Good kid, that Tokoyami. It also shows him that there were minimal casualties and that apparently the UA students were spearheading the clean-up and rebuilding of the battleground. Okay. Okay. Good, good. All of it good. 

Now, what he <em>really</em> wants to know: Dabi.

To: VP HPSC: 

get me every pic i ever sent u of dabi highest res possible asap

also the cam footage of lov hideout

To the number he’d found on Google for the news network he saw at the raid:

Hi, this is Hawks. I saw your news logo at the fight in Reika. I was wondering if you could send me any footage you managed to get of the villains. Thank you. Here’s a selfie for proof it’s me.

To: Dabi (Villain):

hey ik its a bit of a long shot but like i would love an explanation thanks xoxo <3

He knows Dabi’s claim is ridiculous. He knows, all right? What he’s actually hoping to find is some connection to Endeavor. There’s definitely <em>something</em> familiar about Dabi, and that, paired with the fire quirk, could explain it. 

The first replies he gets are the pictures and footage from the Commission. Hawks zooms in and examines Dabi’s hair. He always knew it was dyed.The roots come in a lighter color, which would make his hair look perpetually greasy if it laid flat; but instead, it makes his spiky hair look just the slightest bit detached from his head. As he looks at the pictures, he’s surprised to realize that he was already biased toward his Endeavor explanation in his head: he was thinking Dabi’s hair was white, like the color of Todoroki Shouto’s ice side, from whoever was Endeavor’s wife. Closer scrutiny shows that it’s actually a dark blond, like Hawks’s own hair. 

That doesn’t mean anything, though.

Dabi’s aesthetically stapled under-eye bags are right in the spot where Hawks has his natural eye markings.

The one picture he managed to find of Dabi shirtless (It’s okay, Hawks reminds himself. I’m a creep with a noble cause. It was for the intel) shows that the stapled purple skin covers the part of his back where Hawks has his wings. If Dabi had wings and they were removed, purple skin grafts or whatever those were would cover up the evidence quite nicely.

And… what Hawks learned during the raid. Dabi’s weakness is his own quirk. Fire. That’s Hawks’s own biggest weakness. That’s almost too much to be a coincidence…what if…?

As he’s looking over the Commission’s images, he almost drops his phone in surprise because Dabi (Villain) texts him back. 

Every intelligent thought in his head evacuates in favor of wtfwtfwtfwtf.

It’s a selfie—a close-up of Dabi’s face, right behind a hand that’s flipping him off. It’s just the puzzle piece that he needs, because the small gleam of light catches on the telltale glint of a contact lens, and Hawks can see where the edge of the blue goes lighter where it’s not covering the colorful iris underneath—Dabi’s eyes aren’t actually blue. And, what Hawks has always thought of as edgy eyeliner looks suspiciously similar to his other eye markings.

Another quick text to: Pres HPSC, VP HPSC:

i dont have any sort of long lost twin brother right??? or like an evil clone or smth??

Almost instantly, he receives a No.

It should be a relief, but his mind’s still going haywire. Dabi…is him? He is Dabi? Dabi is Hawks? Does Hawks is Dabi who? Shut up, brain, you didn’t connect shit. It Dabi, Takami Keigo Dabi Hawks… if Hawks? Who Takami Dabi… he…   

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Maybe I shouldn’t try thinking when I’m high on painkillers, he thinks when he wakes up. 

As he looks around, he realizes he’s been moved to a more long-term room. Instead of curtains, it has a door, and there’s a TV and a nightstand. His phone is dead and he’s not about to call the nurse to come plug it in for him, so he switches on the TV instead, not sure how much he can trust his conclusions on the outcome of the raid if he convinced himself that he was somehow Dabi in the same 10-minute timespan.

The first thing that shows up on the news channel is a report about Hawks, and he’s greeted with the atrocious selfie he took to prove his identity to the news channel. His hair is a devastated battleground and missing completely on his burned side, he’s covered in gauze and medical tape, and his smile looks half-crazed. What was he thinking?

“Hawks is recovering in an unknown hospital, but he looks to be well. The real question is, will the Number Two Hero still be able to charm without half of his famous wind-swept hair?”

“I don’t know, Motome-san. Let’s look at some footage of the battle. I’m sure any lady—or gentleman—would be charmed by someone willing to go so far to protect them.”

Hawks rolls his eyes and scowls, but doesn’t turn off the TV. If they show his fight with Dabi—if he could get a quick glimpse of him—he could turn off the idiot switch in his brain that won’t shut up. 

Instead, what he sees is a streak of red that flies into Dabi’s hand. That’s one of his feathers. Dabi controlled one of his feathers. Dabi has control of Hawks’s Fierce Wings.

To hell with his pride! Hawks repeatedly jams the help button on the side of his bed, and a nurse arrives soon after, out of breath. Hawks feels a little bad for scaring the poor man, but he needs to charge his phone. As soon as it turns back on, he sends out the text to almost every single one of his contacts.

Hi all, this is Hawks. I’ve figured out the identity of the villain Dabi. It should help you lure him out and take him down. DABI IS ME. Text me with any questions. Go after him with fire, if you can.

Within three minutes, Hawks has rejected 7 calls. Text me with any questions, he said. Not call. He won’t be speaking with his sandpaper throat for at least the next month if he has anything to say about it. 

Someone with enough manners finally texts instead of calls. It reads: omw to kill you right now. should have finished the job last time.

Oh, shit. Did he really send that message to Dabi? 

Yeah. He did.

SOS this is not a joke, he sends to the HPSC. Dabi just texted me says he’s going to kill me right now. i’m in the hospital, can’t fight. PLEASE send someone

He answers the next call from Pres HPSC. “Can’t talk,” he rasps and tastes blood on his tongue. The president talks to him and he gives one tap for yes, two taps for no.

“Do you really want us to send someone?”

One tap.

The president sighs. “Hawks, as soon as you can speak, I expect the most thorough, detailed, in-depth report you’ve ever given in your life.”

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With Hawks’s warning, they capture Dabi easily enough. He shows up at the hospital directly and comes face-to-face with Endeavor, who, knowing about his weakness to fire, easily takes him down.

When Hawks visits Tartarus a month later to interrogate Dabi, he wonders how he ever missed it. Without the dye and the contacts, there’s no denying that Dabi is Hawks. He’s left wondering, though.

“Why did you text me at the hospital that you were on your way to kill me? I immediately got Endeavor there. I thought you were a little smarter than that.”

Dabi just shrugs, his newly-regenerated red feathers rustling with the movement. “Obviously not. I am you, after all.”

[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Happiness Begins

Part 11

Chapter Summary: Jensen and the reader deal with the aftermath of their night spent together. 

Word Count: 4.3K+

Warnings: Language, slightly dub-con kiss

Author’s Note: I’m so glad so many of you enjoyed their first little “get together”. Your words of encouragement make my day and I love reading each and every one of them!

Catch up with the series masterlist and check out Alexandra’s Library for more work by yours truly!

The sun began to rise, its rays shining into the guest house at the perfect angle across her face. She nuzzled into the pillow now underneath her head, not wanting to get up just yet. As consciousness pulled at her to wake up, memories of the night and whose bed she was lying in came crashing back to her. She sat bolt upright in the bed, the sheet falling off of her naked body. Soft snores came from the other side of the bed. Jensen lay on his stomach, his arms folded underneath the pillow. She took a moment to take in his peaceful state. His long lashes rested against his freckled cheeks and his pink lips were slightly parted as he breathed evenly. 

She slipped out from under the covers and began picking up her discarded articles of clothing. Her plan was to relax for a few minutes before slipping back into the house so she could say goodbye and head home. Somewhere along the way, both of them had fallen asleep, and now she could only hope that after their late night, no one in the main house was up yet. 

Her mind was racing as she hastily redressed herself. Too many different thoughts sped through her head, her anxiety on high again. If her mind running wild wasn’t bad enough, it seemed her garter did not want to cooperate with her either. The clasps kept popping as soon as she moved on to the next one. Eventually, she gave up, deciding to just slip on her dress and call it a day. If she had to pretend like she slept in her costume, no one would question her looking disheveled. As she picked up her coat, her phone tumbled across the hardwood floor and making the loudest sound she would have imagined it could. She swore under her breath as a loud snort came from the snoozing man on the bed as he roused from his slumber. 

“Good morning.” His gruff voice called as he rolled over and rested his weight on his elbows. He only had one eye open and a small smile on his lips in his groggy state. She smiled back at him as she pulled on her shoes. 

“Good morning, I gotta run.” She hung her coat over her arm as she sprinted from the guest house. She ignored Jensen calling after her, she couldn’t face talking to him right now, not when she couldn’t even put together her thoughts for herself. Avoidance was her specialty after all. 

She crept up to the large sliding doors to the kitchen and peered inside. Genevieve was standing at the stove, her back to the window and Odette on her hip. She cursed to herself before rounding the house to the sliding door leading to Jared’s office. If Gen was up with the kids, then she could assume that Jared was still knocked out. She just hoped that his office door wasn’t locked. 

She was in luck, as she tugged on the handle, the door gave and she slipped inside. She grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and shook it out before refolding it and tossing it in a new position on the back of the couch. The little details mattered. If Jared found out where she spent the night, he would not be happy. Jared didn’t like the idea of her sleeping with any guy. Throw in that guy being his best friend, and nothing good would come of that. 

The door opening to Jared’s office caught Genevieve’s attention. She turned towards her sister-in-law, a huge smile on her face. 

“Hey, I didn’t know you stayed here last night.” Gen noted as she shifted Odette’s weight on her hip. 

“Yeah, after three glasses of whiskey, I’d rather be safe than sorry.” Y/n laughed, the noise sounding forced. Gen didn’t seem to notice though. 

“Well, I’m glad. Will you stay for breakfast?” Gen asked her as she turned down the pan she had bacon cooking in. 

“Um, I don’t think so. I really just want to take a shower and get into some comfy clothes. Thanks though.” 

“If you’re sure,” Gen turned more towards her, a frown on her face. Gen knew how much she loved having breakfast with her niece and nephews, so her turning down the opportunity was rare. 

“I’m sure. Love you guys.” She kissed Odette, blowing a tiny raspberry on her niece’s cheek before running off. Odette’s giggling was the last thing she heard as she shut the door behind her and ran for her car. She sped out of their driveway and headed towards her apartment. The whole time her mind was running wild. 

Y/n couldn’t decide where to start. She had woken up in bed naked... with Jensen? It wasn’t that she didn’t remember last night, it was more a question of how they had ended up there. Both of them had been a little inebriated, sure, but they both had also openly consented. Jensen had told her that he wanted it. Why though, she couldn’t figure out. She had been sure he only saw her as a little sister. What had changed? Was it their talk behind the guest house. He had confessed intimate things to her and was easily feeling vulnerable. Had she taken advantage of that? Her stomach churned at the thought, but it was the best explanation she could come up with considering he said that he doesn’t do one night stands. But what else could you classify last night as? Should they just chalk it up to one big mistake? It was easier for her to convince herself that it was a mistake. That was the easiest way for her to protect her heart from his inevitable rejection. 

That being said, it was a mistake that she would make again and again she told herself as she pulled up to her building. Last night had been the best night she’s had in a long time. Her whole being felt light this morning. The stress of the last few months that she carried on her shoulders was gone. Jensen had thoroughly fucked her last night. That much was evident from the ache between her legs. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had come that many times in one night, if ever. Her thighs squeezed together as more memories from last night came back to her. She held onto them, and committed them to memory. They were probably going to be the only ones she ever got. 

As she walked through her apartment, she began stripping her clothes, tossing them wherever she pleased. She started the shower before going over to brush her teeth. She ran a comb through her hair, tossing the fallen curls over her left shoulder when she noticed it. Right there, at the base of her neck on the right side, was a small red hickey. In going over all her memories, she hadn’t realized he had been forceful enough to leave a mark. Her fingers danced over the sensitive flesh, committing it to her memory too. She cursed herself for her naivety, hoping Gen hadn’t noticed it this morning. With Jensen being the only other single person at that party, there was no way she would be able to explain it away. 

With a deep breath, she jumped into the shower, letting the hot water run over her body. She took her time, washing everything and just enjoying the heat against her skin. The ghosts of Jensen’s hands on her body could be felt in the tender flesh of her hips and the scratches on her backside where her own hands traveled as she washed away last night. 

When she stepped out, her whole bathroom had become a steam room. She could no longer see anything in her bathroom mirror as she dried herself off and tossed her hair into a towel on top of her head. She made her way back into her bedroom, picking out comfy sweats and a sports bra to wear. 

As she walked out of her room, her stomach growled at her, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten. She was putting a bowl of oatmeal into the microwave when she heard her phone vibrating from its place on her coffee table. She pressed start and went to fish her phone from her coat pocket. She had some missed messages from friends wishing her a happy new year, but it was the two messages from Jensen that caught her attention.

We need to talk.

Please?

Her stomach sank as she read over the few words. She knew the ‘lets just be friends’ conversation was inevitable, but that didn’t make any of it easier. She guessed she could be thankful that he wanted to do it in person and not over text. It was the classier move.

As much as she tried to convince herself on the drive that it was all a mistake, she had failed. The rejection stung, no matter what she tried to tell herself. Still, she would get over it. She always did. Years of rejection had made her a pro at it. What was one more? 

The microwave beeped and she decided not to reply to him. They didn’t need to talk face to face, she didn’t think she could handle it. She had gotten the message loud and clear anyway. The two of them would go back to be whatever it was they were. Friends? Coworkers? She wasn’t sure exactly how to define their relationship, but she supposed it didn’t really matter. The show was over after this season, and they would never be forced to see one another again. Maybe he would be periodically around Jared at the same time she was, but they would not be forced to be alone together. 

She went back to grab her breakfast, pulling the towel from her hair so it could air dry the rest of the way. She plopped down on the couch and pulled up some random trash tv show to watch as she ate. Her phone buzzed another handful of times, but she chose to ignore it. Whoever or whatever it was, could wait until she could get her thoughts in order. When she finished her breakfast, she took the empty bowl to the sink. As she headed back to her living room, a knock sounded at her front door. 

With trepidation, as she had not been expecting company, she went to open the door. The last person she expected to see there was Jensen. Yet, there he was, his hair still damp from his own shower, a somber look on his face.

“What are you doing here?” Her brows scrunched up as she stepped back to allow him inside. 

“You wouldn’t answer my texts.” He shrugged as his eyes scanned the inside of her apartment. 

“So you came to my apartment? How did you even know where I live?” She crossed her arms against her chest. Her hopes of having a peaceful day had been dashed. This was the last thing she wanted to deal with right now. 

“Uh,” Jensen rubbed the back of his knuckles across the stubble on his jaw. The memory of his beards scratch between her legs had her biting back a groan. “I asked Jared to borrow his phone. I told him mine was dead and I needed to check my email.” 

“Well, you really didn’t have to go to all that trouble just to reject me.” Her tone was sour but she couldn’t help it. Now that she was physically close to him again, it was like something went off inside her. Her whole body was calling out to him, just begging to be touched by his hands one last time, to feel his muscles rippling underneath her fingertips as he moved above her.

“What are you talking about, reject you?” Jensen was confused. Did she really think that he drove across town just to reject her?

“You said we should talk. I get it okay, we were both a little messed up and vulnerable last night, it was a mistake.” She spit out through gritted teeth. It physically pained her to say the words out loud.

“Is that really what you think? That last night was a mistake?” Jensen couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Last night had been incredible, and even now, he longed to touch her again. 

“No, I don’t.” She admitted. “But that doesn’t mean that it should ever happen again. We lead different lives Jensen, not to mention the possible backlash from everyone we know.” Her mind was grasping for reasons that it wouldn’t work, because that was the only way she would be able to get over it when it did end. She turned and walked away from him, plopping down onto her couch. Jensen followed her, sitting on the edge, his body turned towards her.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since our last night in Vancouver.” Jensen admitted. “And last night… last night was amazing. I don’t think that is something that you just let go of.” He placed his hand on her knee, squeezing it so she would look up at him. “Y/n, you are this crazy, beautiful, insanely intelligent mystery that I just want to get to know better. Believe me when I say that last night wasn’t just about the sex, no matter how great it was. Let me take you out on a proper date this time, let’s do it right.” 

“Jensen,” She started, ready to tell him all the reasons she had come up with why it wouldn’t work, as much as she didn’t want to believe them. “What about Jared? As much as I love my brother, I don't think he would be too thrilled about this.” 

“We don’t even have to tell anyone, at least until we figure out what all this is. Just look me in the eyes and tell me it’s not something you want, and I’ll drop it. We go back to being friends and forget this ever happened.” He stared at her, intent on keeping her gaze. The intensity of his stare stirred up those butterflies inside her again, and she knew that she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t tell him that she didn’t want to do it all again. She couldn’t tell him that all she had wanted since she ran from his room this morning was to crawl back into bed with him because they would all be lies. How could she say no to the man basically begging at her feet? It was like he said, she couldn’t stop thinking about him, and who knows, maybe they aren’t meant to be. What is life without taking a few risks, and she would be damned if she didn’t take this one. A small smile began to form on her lips as she held his gaze.

“Is that a yes?” His voice was wary as he stared at her. 

“It is Ackles, so you better make it worth my while.” He flashed her a toothy grin, his tongue peeking between his teeth.

“Don’t you worry sweetheart, I never leave a woman disappointed.” 

****

A week went by without another word from Jensen. She saw him in passing when she was at Jared’s house to say one last goodbye to Gen and the kids. He didn’t say much to her, but he wasn’t avoiding her either. The whole concept of a secret relationship, if you could even call it a relationship, was foreign to her. She had no idea how to act when they were around other people. The lack of communication between them didn’t exactly help either. They were stuck in this weird limbo between a hook up and a ‘first date’ and neither of them knew what to do.

The thoughts in her brain where firing on overdrive every time he was near her that day. She was like a dog in heat, and the only thing on her mind was the way his muscles rippled under strain, or his breathy moans in her ear as he fucked her. On multiple occasions, Gen had to snap her out of her little trances. She would brush it off, telling them that she was just thinking about work. That then would only lead to everyone telling her that she worked too hard, which wasn’t a lie per se, it just wasn’t her current problem. 

Her excitement to be back in Vancouver only heightened as the week passed. It would give her the perfect opportunity to be distracted by something other than Jensen, at least that was what she hoped. 

She grabbed her bag from the security conveyor and followed after Jensen and Jared towards their gate. “I guess I’ll see you guys when we land.” She stopped outside the first class lounge, her stomach knotting up as she glanced towards her crowded gate. 

“Think again.” Jared grinned. 

“What are you talking about?” She had no clue what he was hinting at, but judging from the look on his face, he was up to something. Jared pointed to her hand that held her passport and boarding pass. 

“Take a look at your ticket.” She glared at him suspiciously before she scanned the boarding pass in her hand. Under the boarding class, it read ‘First Class’. 

“Jared, what did you do?” She sighed. 

“I upgraded your ticket.” He was all smug, not catching on to the tone in his sister’s voice. 

“Why? You know I don’t care about that crap.” 

“You don’t care about your seat, but I know how you feel about airports. It’s much quieter and less crowded in here and you deserve it.” He put his arm around her shoulders and guided her into the lounge, not allowing her to protest. There was a tv on one wall playing the local news station. On the opposite wall was a table with snacks and fresh coffee. Jared wasn’t wrong when he said she would feel better in the lounge. It had put her at ease just walking through the doors. 

“So, this is how the other half lives?” She teased as she chose a seat to rest in before boarding. 

“Get used to it. Before long, you’ll make more money than I do and you’ll be purchasing all the first class tickets your heart desires.” Jared admitted as he sat in the seat beside her. She shook her head at Jared’s antics. She didn’t want to admit to how much she was already enjoying his surprise. It made her a little guilty that he had done something so nice for her and here she was, hooking up with his best friend and hiding it all from him. Both her and Jensen had decided though, that until they could figure out whatever it was that was happening between them, it would stay just between them. What was the point in fighting with everyone if all of meant nothing in the end anyway? 

She sat back in her seat, watching the news as they waited to board. They were being called onto the plane shortly after they had arrived. She followed behind Jared and Jensen down the tarmac, their longer legs carrying them faster than she could go. Not to mention she was busy reading the seat number on her ticket as she walked, allowing a few people to slip in between the guys and her. To her surprise, as she came up to her seat, her neighbor was none other than Jensen. 

“Really? That’s convenient.” She met his smile as he stood up when he noticed her. He took her carry-on from her and lifted it into the overhead bin. 

“I promise I had nothing to do with it.” He closed the full compartment and stepped back so she could slip into the window seat. She set her purse down and buckled up as Jensen did the same. 

“Just lucky I guess.” She turned her head, looking around for her brother. He sat at a window seat on the other side of the plane, two rows back from them. He waved when she met his eye and she offered him a small wave back. 

“Think he can hear us?” Jensen’s voice was low as she settled into her seat. 

“I doubt it. He’ll probably have his headphones in any second anyway.” 

Jensen turned his head towards her, his voice low. “How have you been this week?” 

“Honestly? Weird. I don’t know how to do this, how to act. I’ve never had to hide from the people around me in that sort of way.” Her voice trailed off as the flight attendant came and asked if they wanted a drink. Both of them opted for a water. As soon as the attendant had handed them their drinks and was out of ear shot, Jensen spoke again. 

“I know what you mean. When I saw you at Jared’s, I had to fight the urge to kiss you on the spot.” His words had her breath catching. She cleared her throat and took a drink of the small water bottle in her lap. He had a smug grin on his face as she looked back at him. 

“You enjoy seeing me flustered don’t you?” She bit her lip as she tried to hide her own smile. The stern face she was attempting to convey was failing to come across properly.

“I do, especially when your cheeks flush pink like that,” He tipped his chin at her and she could feel her blush deepening. “Been thinking about about your flushed skin all week.” 

“Oh,” She looked away from him and crossed her legs. He chuckled lowly at his success as the plane took off. “You need to behave.” She pointed a stern finger at him. He put his hands up but she could still see the twinkle in his eye. Jensen didn’t understand the concept of behaving. If he kept it up, she would never make it through this flight. That little growl he had as his voice dropped went straight to her core, and she could feel the slick settling between her legs. 

All of his comments were giving her whiplash. He was more brazen after not talking for nearly a week than she was expecting. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, she just had no idea where they sat with each other, and him trying to rile her up in front of a plane full of people was just as confusing as it was arousing. The two of them had only slept together once, but it was almost like he knew her better than she knew herself. 

She made a show of taking out her headphones and putting them in her ears, letting him know that she was pointedly ignoring any further attempt he would have devised to get under her skin. The attendants brought by snacks and more drinks for them. Besides interacting with them, she was doing a good job of ignoring Jensen. After her second bottle of water though, she needed to use the restroom. 

She pulled out her headphones and unbuckled her belt. “Can I get up? I need to use the restroom.” She nudged his knee. 

“Oh, now you want to talk to me.” He undid his own seatbelt and stood up into the aisle. 

“I’ll talk to you as long as you can behave. Can you do that?” She paused before continuing. 

“No promises, but I’ll try.” He played. She nodded and headed to the small bathroom. The bathroom seemed to be more roomy than she was expecting, though still small. Just another stupid perk of first class. Jared was trying to spoil her, and she hated that it was working. She washed her hands and pulled on the door. The overhead light shut off and the light from the main cabin was blocked by a large figure in the opening. 

“Jay?” She had not been expecting him to be there, and was even more thrown when he pushed her back into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. “What the hell are you doing?” The two of them were nearly chest to chest in the tight space. 

“Don’t worry, Jared is sleeping.” Jensen put his hands on her jaw, bringing her face up to his. Her body reacted to him of its own accord, closing the small space and opening her mouth to him. She could taste his cinnamon gum on his lips and smell his signature cologne. It all brought her back to New Year’s and she never wanted it to end.

“‘T’s not Jared I’m worried about.” Her words were breathy as she pulled away from him. “I’d rather not get arrested.” Jensen chuckled, pressing his lips back to hers. His tongue swiped across her lips and she granted him access. Their tongues moved together until her head was dizzy and her chest was heaving. 

“I just couldn’t wait to do that again.” He brushed his thumb across her swollen bottom lip. 

“Well now that you have it out of your system, can we go back to our seats before someone catches us?” Jensen nodded at her request.

“One last thing. Friday at nine, think you can slip out past your brother?” He grabbed the handle to the door, ready to walk out. 

“I’ll figure something out.” She agreed. Jensen pulled open the door, the light above them going out again. 

“Good, now go, I’ll be out in a minute.” He urged her out of the bathroom. She peeked her head out and made sure no one was paying attention before heading back to her seat. She sat down and buckled up, her lips still tingling from his touch and a soft smile on her face.

Part 12

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Fake Love

» Request: "could you do a fuckboy Eunwoo astro au. i just i-i i... please." - Anon

» Pairing: Cha Eunwoo / Reader

» Genre: angst/smut

» Words: 4.2k

» A/N: someone asked me to make a part 2 but honestly I got nothing :( I wrote this strictly as a one shot so I do apologize but I’m having trouble with how I want to continue it unfortunately.

» m.list ╫ astro masterlist

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You walked up the three flights of stairs in no hurry as you just ended your morning shift in the bakery. You liked the idea of getting out around noon to have the rest of the day off, but the tragic thought of being there 5 in the morning was a headache.

An even worse headache was having a room at the very top of this apartment and no working elevator. Once you reached your floor the door across yours came open in a rush. A girl came out wearing an oversized man's button down shirt with nothing underneath it. She was looking around the corner outside the room and suddenly made eye contact with you.

"Do you know the guy that lives here?" She asked.

"Sadly yes."

"Do you know where he would be?"

"I'm sorry I don't know his schedule." And you really didn't. You stayed far away from men like Lee Dongmin, but the problem was he didn't stay away from you, unfortunately.

She nodded and went back inside. She looked confused and disappointed.

You finally entered your apartment and threw your things on your kitchen counter. You felt so tired you just wanted to take a quick nap to brush it off. Once you entered your bedroom, you jumped with confusion and anger filling up Inside.

"Eunwoo what the fuck are you doing here?" You basically yelled from the fact he was past out on your bed.

"Hmm." He stretched. "What?"

"What are you doing in my bed? And how the fuck did you get in?" You were beyond angry.

"I picked your lock." He rolled over put continued to shut his eyes.

"Get out." You hit him with a pillow.

"Is she gone yet?"

"Who?" You continued to ask.

"The girl."

"Oh, now I get it. And yes she's gone. I saw her pass me on the stairs." You lied and he finally got up.

"You don't want to sleep with me?" He yawned.

"Get the fuck out." You clenched your teeth.

"Ok jeez." He stretched again in a standing position. "You're my favorite neighbor that's all."

"You're my only neighbor on this floor and if you don't like all the girls you sleep with then don't sleep with them. Easy as that." You complained.

"You're funny."

"Stop using my apartment for your escape. If you have a one night stand then go to their house and sneak out. Gosh you're so stupid."

"I can't go their place."

"Why not?" You asked pushing him out to your front door.

"I rather not know anything about them, it's easier to break things off."

"You're unbelievable. Stay out." You opened your door.

Once you closed the door you heard talking. "There you are, I thought maybe you wanted lunch with my parents?"

You laughed to your self. You could just picture his facial expression.

....

You heard knocking on your door causing your comfort to disappear. You got up slowly and opened the door.

You saw Eunwoo standing there with an unamused glare. "What do you want?" You broke the awkward silence.

"You lied to me."

"About what?" You tilted your head and smiled sarcastically.

"You told me she was gone."

"I saw her leave, that wasn't a lie." You said being convincing. "How was your date with her parents?"

He sighed dramatically and passed you. "Dongmin I'm not sure if you have gotten this through your head but please LEAVE." Your voice turn to anger.

"Why, we're friends." He sat down on your couch and started eating your popcorn.

"Umm.....we hate each other, thought that was obvious." You stood in front of your tv so he couldn't pay attention to your movie.

"I don't hate you." He said it like it was obvious. "I want to sleep with you, I told you before."

You blushed slightly feeling angry again. It was true. Lee Dongmin was what they call it a player? Or fuckboy even more realistic.

Since you became neighbors he has been trying to hook up with you, even when you were in relationships. You showed no interest which somehow attracted him more. It became a game by this point and you wish you could punch him in his dumb beautiful face. Yes beautiful. He was crazy attractive, there was no denying that but you wished he could be a decent guy. That was pretty much impossible in this generation.

Now he just finds humor in all of this and continues to annoy you. "Come on it will be probably the best sex you've ever have." He broke your train of thought.

"Highly doubt it." Your voice was sassy.

"I'll prove you wrong." He ate more popcorn.

"Oh my god, just please get out."

"You're flustered I can tell." He laughed.

"I want to die." You yelled across the room as you entered your bedroom.

"(Y/N) its okay, you can just admit it." He followed you.

"Eunwoo if you don't leave my apartment this instant, I will murder you."

He blushed feeling affected by your anger. "God you're so hot."

You clenched your jaw grabbing a pair of scissors.

"Okay I'm leaving. But try not to think of me."

"Oh I will be thinking of you, with these scissors." You smirked.

He looked down at his crouch, covering it with his hand quickly. "You really do things to me (Y/N)."

"Fuck off." You slammed the door in his face.

"I need to move." You whined and sat back down finishing your movie.

-

You woke up feeling refreshed as your day off let you sleep in. You stretched not wanting to get up. You looked over grabbing your phone reading the time of 10:15am. You swung your legs over getting up and making your way out of your bedroom. You glanced over the couch not sure of what you were seeing at first and walked closer. Your anger only soon begun once again seeing Eunwoo sleeping on your couch. To be honest you were just glad he didn't make his way into your bed.

"What the fuck now." You kicked him.

"Morning beautiful."

"Dick." You went back to your bedroom and got dressed quickly.

You walked out of our apartment and straight into his seeing a naked girl in his fridge. She saw you and quickly covered her chest.

"Who the hell are you?" You said distraught.

"Sonya." She said timidly.

"He didn't tell you he was engaged?" You started some fake tears.

"No, I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"I can't believe this." You collapse on his couch doing your best acting.

You startled her enough to quickly grab her belongs and run out the door. You stopped and left his apartment back into yours. He was just getting up once you entered. "She's gone."

"Really?" He asked interested.

"Yes now get out." You heard more knocking at your door.

You groaned answering. Once you seen who it was your attitude changed. "Shit, I forgot. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Your friend entered your apartment and stoped once she saw Eunwoo about it leave. "Hi?" She greeted unsure of who he was.

"This is Eunwoo my annoying neighbor and he was just leaving right." Your voice was perky.

"Yeah, thanks (Y/N). You're a good friend and it's nice to meet you-"

"Chaehyung." She filled in. She blushed but you didn't catch it.

Eunwoo passed by and left the apartment slowly. "How long you gonna be?" She asked following Eunwoo.

"Just a few minutes." You called from the bathroom. You were just doing your hair and makeup.

She waited outside waiting for you but on the other hand exchanged numbers with Eunwoo.

You left your apartment and saw her outside. "Why are you so smiley?" You asked.

"Nothing, just watching some dumb videos on Facebook."

You brushed it aside and left with your best friend.

-

Another day of work had you sluggish walking up the stairs. Once you reached your floor you saw Chaehyung leave Eunwoo's apartment. You grew confused and she looked at you startled.

"What the hell are you doing in there?" You said.

"Nothing." He face was blank.

"Please don't tell me you slept with that fool."

"I- um I."

"Chaehyung why?" You hit yourself in the forehead.

"What's wrong, he's so sweet and funny." She began.

"Let me guess he isn't in there." You said.

"He left a note that he had to go to work." She shrugged.

You saw more clearly of all the hickies up and down her neck. "You believe that? Chaehyung he is not a nice guy. I promise."

"I'll be careful." She was about to leave.

"You met his fucking yesterday, and you had sex with him already."

"An an adult (Y/N). Let me have fun."

"Whatever." You sighed. You had a bone to pick with him not her. You entered your apartment being prepared to catch him in your apartment once again but you grew confused to see he wasn't there.

"Well played Dongmin." You thought it would be stupid on his part if he snuck into your apartment after he slept with your best friend. Maybe he wasn't as dumb as you thought.

-

~one week later~

You left your apartment to make a trip to the store and caught Dongmin entering his.

He glanced at you with a smile like Nothing was wrong.

You warned Chaehyung of how he was and didn't want to listen. He never called her back and hid when she would show up at his apartment. She was hurt but she got over it quickly, at least to your face.

"Pig."

"You really still pissed at me?"

"Are you kidding me. You fucked my best friend and blew her off."

"Your point is? You knew about this." He shrugged.

"But she is my best friend." You yelled.

"She came to me first." He smirked.

"Last thing I want is my best friend getting some STD from a fuck boy like you." You sassed.

"I don't have an STD."

"You slept with every girl in this city. I doubt you use protection."

"I do sometimes. And I get tested like the responsible adult that I am." He shrugged again.

"Did you with Chae?" You asked.

"No."

"You're an asshole." You stared to walk away.

"If it makes you feel any better. I didn't even cum inside her."

"Ew, I don't want to know." You plugged your ears and went into your apartment with him following.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)." You turned around from the sympathy in his voice.

"Tell her I will-"

"Oh she's over you." You stared with confidence.

"What?" He asked confused.

"She has a new boyfriend already."

"She has a boyfriend?" The jealousy was visible in his face.

"Yup."

"Then why are you assaulting me?"

"Because you're a pig." You folded your arms. "What is wrong with you? You fuck over women and you hate the fact that they are better without you. You just want them to be heart broken over you forever huh? How cold can you be?"

"That's not it." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I have commitment issues. I just can't find a girl I really like."

"Then date like a normal person." Your voice was still snippy.

"You can't really know until you have sex-"

"Please leave." He turned around and head back towards your door. "I'm not just sayin right now. I mean stay away from me and my friend for good." Your voice was harsh and serious.

He just nodded and left.

You wanted him out of your life and that's what you got. Well for a few days.

-

It was 1:07pm and a sudden knock woke you from your nice sweet nap that you got to enjoy for a too short of a time. Work has been kicking your ass and all you wanted to do was sleep it off and someone decided to ruin it.

Your first thought was Dongmin but you haven't seen him in a few days, nor did you hear him, meaning no girls. Where was he? You knew you shouldn't care or worry but you couldn't help but be curious.

You opened up and saw a face you never thought you would see again. Your ex Jaehoon.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Your voice was perked up but fake.

"I heard you moved and I wanted to catch up." He smiled.

"I didn't move, you've been here before." You smiled painfully.

"Really?" He laughed.

"Wow, you've changed it a lot." He walked in without an invitation.

"Yeah-" You didn't.

"You still live here by yourself?" He kept asking questions.

"Umm well-"

"Hey do you want to go out for dinner later maybe-" He continued But was cut off by another figure.

"Hey who's this?" Eunwoo enter your apartment suddenly.

"Hey Eunwoo-"

"Who's his (Y/N)?" Jaehoon cut you off. You felt like your head could explode at any minute.

"I'm here boyfriend. Who are you?" Eunwoo said.

"You're her boyfriend?" He looked at you. "You're dating this guy?"

"(Y/N)? Did you forget our plans?" Eunwoo came in.

Jaehoon looked at you. "I'm sorry I forgot Eunwoo, let me just get ready." You quickly ran to your room and got ready. You could still over near Jaehoon and Eunwoo talking in the living room.

"Yeah it's our 5 month anniversary." Eunwoo said loudly.

"5 months? We've only been broken up in 4." He said horrified causing you to slap your forehead stressed.

"Eunwoo I think you meant 4." You laughed sarcastically.

"Oh right. It feels longer then it is because I've fallen so hard in love-" He leaned down to kiss you but you covered your face.

"I haven't brush my teeth yet hun." You smiled falsely.

"I don't care about that." He smiled.

"Sorry Jaehoon, we can catch up another time." You said and he looked hurt which made your day. He was a horrible boyfriend and you didn't miss him.

"Nice to meet you Eunwoo. I hope her fake orgasms don't bother you."

You rolled your eyes as he left. Then you turned to Eunwoo. "Um...why did-"

"You are such a bad liar. I could hear your struggle the moment you opened that door." He walked towards your door.

"Thank you." Was all you said as he was leaving. "Hey, are you busy tonight?"

"No, why?" He started to smirk.

"Just making sure you will be around in case he comes back."

"I'll be next door, like usual." He smiled and finally left.

-

What were you doing? Why did you even think of him.

You were about to knock on his door until you heard moaning come from into the room. You filled up with anger for the last time and walked back over to your apartment until you heard his door open.

"Oh hey." He smiled and he was fully dressed and nothing suspicious.

"You have company?"

"No." He said.

"I heard some girl." You walked back over to his apartment and he moved to the side so you could see inside.

"I had my tv on." He shrugged.

"Are you watching porn?"

"I don't watch porn I had some romance movie on, and there may have been a sex scene."

"You don't watch porn, that's bullshit." You rolled your eyes.

"Nope. I just think of you." He leaned forward.

"Okay." You turned around annoyed. The old Dongmin was back and you didn't miss him.

"Are we okay now?" He asked following you into your apartment and shutting the door behind him like he was welcomed.

"We were never okay but I don't hate you as much as I hated you before."

You grabbed a few drinks from the fridge. You figured it was your day off tomorrow so you can let loose a little. "So you really dated that prick?"

You walked over to your couch and put the tv on and Dongmin wasn't far from you.

"Aren't all guys pricks, let's be honest." You smiled taking a sip. "Each and everyone in their own special way. He was a clingy, jealous, obsessed weirdo and you are a fuck boy who doesn't care about girls feelings."

"I do care about one girls feelings." He finally sat down next to you.

"And who would that be?"

"Yours." You looked at him. "After what you said, it really tore me up."

"Good. Just testing to see if your soul is still alive."

He smiled gently. "Don't you want to like-"

"What are you saying?" You cut him off. "You ask me to sleep with you one more time I will lose it. I'm probably the last girl on earth who you haven't even touched and I rather not-"

He cut you off by placing his lips towards yours. His lips were soft and moisture from the recent sips of alcohol. It felt nice.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Why aren't you stopping?

He leaned you back farther that your back was laying comfortably on your couch. His tongue brush your bottom lip, begging for entry. You instantly granted access, mentally regretting every decision.

He moved his lips off of yours down your neck. You accidentally moaned against his touch causing a cocky grin to appear. "I knew you wanted me."

"I don't."

"Then why aren't you stopping?"

You were at loss of words. "Because-" You felt his hand make their way into your sweat pants. "Because I knew you wouldn't listen anyway."

His hand went deeper inside your panties causing your breathing to pick up. "Explain why you are wet already?"

"Fuck off, you're hard already." You can feel him against your thigh.

"I've wanted you from the day I saw you, I told you that."

"Shut up, no you didn't."

His fingers made their way inside. "I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

You blushed from his comment but also felt flustered as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you. Was this just fuck boy talk? Saying what you want to hear but don't mean anything.

"I don't believe that." You closed your eyes tightly.

"I'll prove it to you." He released his fingers and began to remove your sweatpants along with your underwear.

He leaned down kissing up your thigh until he reached your well moisten area. Your fingers grabbed onto the couch cushions tightly as you felt his tongue circle through your core. You have never been touch, not like this. The feeling was almost unreal.

You couldn't stay still and kept clenching against him to the point he pinned your leg to the couch tightly. You bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming but to be honest it would matter anyway.

You felt him replace his fingers with his tongue causing more friction. He leaned up and smiled down at you. He was about to kiss you once again but you moaned finally reaching your high and you closed your eyes weakly.

You felt his presence move away causing you to open your eyes. He was leaning back unbuckling his jeans and you couldn't help the butterflies erupting throughout your stomach.

"Can we move into the bedroom?"

"Sure." He smiled causing you to blush. Why were you giving in? Why?

He picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed. He ripped off your ship and immediately began to suck on your chest. You helped yourself out of your bra to stop the uncomfortable tugging of your straps that he wasn't patient for.

You began pulling up his shirt causing him to stop for a brief second only to pull it completely off. He was thin but he still had a very nice figure not to toned but not to lanky either. It was perfect.

He grabbed your hand bringing it towards his crotch and he helped you rub against his stiffened member outside of his boxers. He leaned up and quickly transitioned to your lips once again.

You hated yourself for getting in this situation. You knew the out come so why fall deeper in this hole. He didn't really care about you. He just wanted sex. You always had the habit of falling hard and you could already tell it's happening with Eunwoo. He blew off your friend and didn't care to even check up on her. She was broken in the beginning. You lied saying she had a boyfriend just to see a reaction and you did. Your friend was better off and that's what you told her.

But here you were know falling for the same damn trick. You couldn't stop yourself, you couldn't stop him. You glanced up seeing him finishing with the condom and lining himself up with you. It was officially to late to put an end to all this and you had nothing but regret.

You felt the pain sting you as he pounded into you quickly. You pushed your thoughts aside and just let the lust take over again. He held your hips, bringing you into him for more friction. You moaned loudly as he moved faster. The room was spinning by this point. He leaned forward giving you a new refreshing angle. He kissed down your neck as you held on to him.

You clawed down his back as you felt your high over come you for the second time for the night. Something Jaehoon could never achieve. "Fuck (Y/N) that hurts."

"Sorry." You giggles. You reached your hand down by his member, rubbing along to push him quicker to the edge. He slowed down immensely once he finally reached the edge. He gave a few more pumps before removing himself completely. He collapsed on the bed next to you and the last thing you remember was him whispering in your ear. You were beyond tired to even recall his statement.

-

The worst thing once you woke up the next morning, was not the fact that you gave into a fuckboy like Dongmin but the face that you hope he would be different with you. But once you woke up and say he was gone that all soon changed. You actually felt heart broken. You expected it sure but you didn't want to believe it.

You got up and threw on a quick casual outfit browsed your apartment. He wasn't in your bathroom nor your kitchen. He wasn't there completely. He blew you off. You grabbed your coat and decided to go get coffee that was only down the street. You opened your door suddenly and saw Eunwoo on the last step with a brown bag and two coffee cups.

Your heart fluttered once you've seen him not understanding this new form of attraction. "Hey, I wanted to go get breakfast with you but I didn't want to wake you up. I know you get up early for your job and all."

You felt your eyes water and you couldn't hid the smile forming on your face. "What is this?"

"I got you breakfast, weren't you listening?" He said with a bit of sass.

"I mean what is all of this? You run out on girls remember?" You wiped your tears tryin not to be obvious.

"I told you already (Y/N). I like you."

"You want to be in a relationship with me?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"I don't know."

"I'm sorry you seen my bad side but I promise, I would never want to hurt you....ever."

"I-I."

"Can we talk inside, my arms are gettin tired." He said with a bright smile.

You nodded and went back inside. "I meant what I said last night." You turned to look at him.

"I don't remember. I fell asleep." You said causing him to give you an amusing glare.

"I said I might be in love with you." He shrugged like it was nothing.

"You're in love with me?"

"We've been neighbors for a long time now (Y/N). I can't help what I feel." He confesses.

"I don't know how I feel." You said and he came up closer to you trapping you in the corner of your counters.

"Please just give me one chance to take you out. I promise I won't hurt you."

"But you hurt so many others." Your voice was soft.

"Because you were the one I wanted all along." He leaned down and you looked him right in the eyes. He was serious and you didn't know how to process anything.

"Please." He whispered as you felt his lips brush up against yours.

You filled in the tight space grasping his soft lips in yours. You rubbed your hand down his back causing him hum in pain. "You Okay?" You asked with a slight guilt knowing what was wrong.

"You were rough last night." He laughed.

"I'm sorry." You bit your lip.

"You owe me." He smirked.

"I want my breakfast first." You moved away and he hugged your from behind. You felt happy but will it last?

[ninaahelvar]

Enemy Lines

Summary: Working in the same precinct is fun, especially when you get on with your M.E. When personal lives intertwine with professional - things get rocky for the detective and medical examiner pair.

AO3

A/N: Look, i’ve had this idea on hold for a while, and I just wanted to write and I got super nervous and yeah. I’m sorry if it’s scratchy, I’m doing my major pieces at Uni at the moment, so writing for fun as been a limited time for me. Please enjoy!

Owen nudged the door open with his foot, donut in between his teeth and two cups of coffee in hand. His was double espresso and hers was a black coffee. He had learned pretty early on in their working relationship that Claire could not work with anything but black coffee. He didn’t get it, but most of the time he was an insomniac who needed espresso to wake him up. Today was no different. He was kind of a mess since getting back from his last deployment. Police work, patrols, night shifts, everything was tiring, but it had been what his father had done, and Owen followed in his footsteps. Being a detective just came naturally.

Claire was in her scrubs when Owen moved past the threshold of the morgue. The victim was on the metal slab, his chest cavity already opened and her hands inside the guy. “Oh, god,” Owen muffled his own shout, donut still lodged between his teeth, and averted his eyes before looking back at Claire who seemed unfazed by his words. “Can’t you guys put up a sign like ‘we’re elbow deep in someone, give us like fifteen minutes’? Like is it that hard?” he asked, setting her coffee down on her desk. He sifted through the top layer of reports and didn’t find any on his victim, so he didn’t have any tox reports to read up on.

“That’s a very specific sign,” Claire said, nudging her glasses up with her forearm, but they slipped further down her nose. She lifted her head, her glasses right at the edge of her nose. “Can you just -” she started, but Owen was already by her side, pushing her glasses back up. Claire was Owen’s most trusted medical examiner; they were both pretty new when they first started out, so they had formed a friendship over their years. It wasn’t great because Claire didn’t like most of Owen’s jokes, but there were times where she did laugh, and it made everything worthwhile.

“I came too early,” he huffed and Claire nodded, extracting a lung from the victim’s chest.

“You get so excited with cases like this,” she explained, putting the lung on the weight and frowning at the size.

When they had found the guy, he was floating in the river. On the screen closest to the table read the name Elijah Mills. ID had come in, so it was at least something. Owen went over the newly printed paperwork they had acquired from Elijah’s blood test. There was very little information on him - home address and next of kin, basic stuff he could search up further in his office. No criminal record, but he had been suspected of -

“This guy didn’t drown,” Claire interrupted Owen’s thought and he turned to her.

“Are you sure?” he asked, moving towards the body. It became easier when her hands weren’t inside the dead guy. Claire gestured to her eyes and Owen came and took them off as Claire removed her gloves. She went over to the sink and washed her hands, drying them as she explained.

“Well, at first glance, his lungs don’t seem to be weighted by water, but sometimes it isn’t obvious. That weight, it’s the size of a regular lung of a man of his size. He didn’t drown,” she said, pointing to the weight that meant nothing to Owen other than trusting her word.

“He has signs of drowning?” he recalled from the crime scene. Claire had stated that it looked like drowning from the initial inspection of the body, but she needed to double check.

“He has signs of lack of oxygen,” she said, opening the lid of his eye to show signs of petechial hemorrhaging, “I will need to examine the throat to be sure, but I’m saying you’re looking at a murder,” she nodded, her fridge moving into her eyes. Blowing it away, Owen huffed.

“I told you, you need a haircut,” Owen said handing Claire’s glasses back to her. She flipped them open and pushed up her fridge with them, causing her hair to stick up. Owen couldn’t help himself, he burst into hysterics and Claire chuckled before moving them down to her nose.

“Create more hours in my week and I’d still not have enough time to do that,” she said, and Owen nodded, knowing the amount of work of them need to do.

“There’s this thing called a day off, you should try it sometime,” Owen offered, knowing Claire’s reaction. She scoffed.

“Ha-ha, very funny,” Claire joked, moving back to the body and putting on new gloves, ready to make an incision. Without much notice, she made the careful slice and Owen groaned, looking towards the ceiling.

“Why did you have to open him up like that?” he asked. Claire scoffed, voice sounding covered, her focus now back on the victim and not directing herself to him.

“Because, Grady, I love watching you squirm just a little bit,” she quipped and Owen groaned.

“I’m used to seeing dead people but god, this is just gross,” he groaned.

“Baby,” she scoffed. Owen kept his eyes on the ceiling, which made him run into the door, rather than push on it. Across the room, he heard a squeaking laugh from Claire, and oddly enough, he liked the fact that she laughed at him.

Returning home after his shift, Owen managed to see his neighbour from across the hall. Claire. It was a shock to them both when they met in the morning and subsequently on the same case. They laughed about it a lot, but their schedules sometimes made these encounters rare. Looking exhausted and fiddling with her keys, Owen whistled and Claire jumped. Seeing him, she sighed and went back to her keys.

“How did your shift go?” he asked, and with the small groan, she knew what he was asking.

“You heard about the intern, didn’t you?” she said, head leaning against her door before turning around to face each other.

“How does a kid just throw up on his teacher?” he asked, and Claire turned around, her hair pinned up in a messy bun and as she turned and there was stain running all the way down her right side. Owen suppressed a laugh as he saw the mortified and disheveled look on Claire’s face.

“You’d be surprised,” she huffed, going to her door and unlocking it.

“Have a fun night getting that smell off of you,” he said, Claire was just about to shut her door when she leaned against the frame.

“Owen, I’m around dead bodies all day, I smell bad all the time,” she said, smiling before waving goodnight.

It wasn’t too much later when Owen was relaxing in front of the TV, going over some notes from his day, the screen idle as he concentrated and drank some beer gradually. When there was a persisting knocking nearby, Owen went and investigated. He found a guy just trying to deliver food to Claire’s apartment, but she was refusing to answer - a strange act. Owen paid and gathered up the food, knocking on her door a little louder and calling out.

“Dearing?”

“Grady! Is that you?” she yelled back, her voice an echo.

“Yeah?” he replied.

“I have a key on top of the door frame!” she said, and upon reaching up, found the key and unlocked her front door. If this was some weird foreplay thing - he might have been into it if the circumstances didn’t make him a little nervous.

“Your Chinese food was about to leave but I got it for you. Are you still -” he explained, before there was a loud bang and Claire swore.

“Fuck!”

“What’s up?” Owen said, rushing to the back of her apartment, walking slowly into her bedroom. He should have known an M.E. would have a spotless apartment - never there to make a damn mess.

“Sorry,” she groaned. “I..I fell,” she explained in a huff.

“Are you o-” Owen was about to open the door, when he heard a loud squeak.

“Don’t come in!” she yelled and Owen backed away.

“Why?” he asked.

“I’m in the shower, idiot. Get me a towel and don’t look in,” she explained, and he saw the towel on the bed, resting and waiting for her. Owen grabbed it and looked at the ceiling. Claire laughed but grabbed the towel off of him. All the while, Owen looked at the ceiling until there was a sharp clearing of Claire’s throat. “Help?” she asked, and Owen looked down, her hair a darker red and strings what it usually flowed into. Her hand rested on the knob of the tap, and the towel wrapped around her body tightly. In the bathtub-shower combo, Claire’s ankle hung outside of the tub, obviously tender.

Bending down, Claire wrapped her arm around the back of his neck as her other hand stretched down to keep the towel mid thigh so Owen could reach underneath her. Both working together, they get out of the bathroom and Claire was laid in her bed. Owen ended up getting some ice from the freezer and applying to her ankle as she rested it up on a pillow.

“You are the most badass M.E. in the entire precinct...how are you so clumsy?” he laughed and he could tell Claire wanted to reach over and wallop him.

“I’m good at medical shit. Just not...everything else,” she huffed, leaning back into her bed and crossing her arms.

“I can tell,” Owen chuckled, moving towards her chest of drawers and trying to find something for Claire. She was sitting rather uncomfortably wet in her own bed - it was the least he could do.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Getting you clothes,” he said, tossing her a large t-shirt in found in a drawer. “Do you need me to get underwear or som-” Claire started to rush in putting on the shirt, moving away from her position on the bed.

“Hey! Not in there,” she called out, just before Owen found what she said. Underneath a few assorted sleeping shirts sat a box. A box with Owen’s name written on it. It wasn’t an exciting or entertaining box, blue with a little note that read his name on top.

“Woah, shit this has my name on it,” he said, examining the lock on the outside. He wasn’t going to find out what was in there, but he wouldn’t snoop inside either. Limping over, Claire snatched the box from his hands, tucking it behind her back and settling to sit back on the bed.

“Hands off, Grady,” she barked, pushing the box underneath her covers. She sat awkwardly on the bed, trying to hide herself but not quite sure where to put her hands. Her cheeks were a cherry blossom colour, faded but still bright pink.

“Are you blushing? What’s in there anyway?” he asked.

“It’s nothing, you can go now,”  she spat back angrily. There was a tension around them, and Owen knew he had messed up. Combing a hand through his hair he tried anyway.

“C’mon, Dearing, I’ll get you -”

“You can go. I’ll be fine,” she snapped. Owen sighed, leaving her apartment and putting her key back where he found it.

Since knowing Claire for several years, he had always wondered how interpreted him. Admittedly, he was smitten with the medical examiner. She was smart and witty, unafraid of the rougher side of life. Plus, she was attractive as hell. Now, he was just confused. Why on earth did a woman who could either joke with him or be angered by him have a box...with his name on it. What did it even mean?

His mind was racing with possibilities all night; some sinful, some for jest, and some just for pure infatuation. When he got to work, three coffees deep and sleep lacking like usual, he was bombarded by Lowery. He had somehow seen Owen watch Claire walk into work that morning. In fairness, Owen knew he was staring. She was tying up her hair into a bun, blowing her fridge out of her face again, and stopping to pin back the excess hair.

Lowery kept going on and on, and the box slipped out. From there, it felt like an avalanche of questions. Owen pushed them aside and went to his desk, already getting on the phone with as many people as he could. His shift was all well and good until someone wrenched his chair around and slapped him clean across the face. The precinct erupted into shocked noises as Owen saw Claire standing over him. She was still in her scrubs, looking irritated and hurt.

“What the hell did you tell everyone?” she yelled and Owen stood, rubbing at his cheek.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” his voice low, trying to whisper.

“Lowery,” she remarked and Owen’s jaw went slack. That little...Owen was going to kill him. “Oh, now you remember. Just for that shit, we’re no longer working together,” she said, and Owen felt himself almost collapse. He was definitely going to kill Lowery.

“You don’t get to decide that,” he tried, but Claire snapped her fingers, a smug and indignant face.

“Yes, I do. My request to no longer be on your cases is going through,” she said, turning on her heels and heading back towards the morgue. Owen was quick to follow her, ignoring the loud gossip of everyone around them.

“Wait, Claire,” he tried, reaching for her wrist, but Claire was already pulling away.

“No!” she said, turning to him, and he could feel the hurt that she was feeling. He hated that he was the cause in some way. “That was something personal, something you weren’t even supposed to see. You took something private and made it public. I don’t have to forgive you for this. You fucked up, Owen. Now you have to live with what you did,” she said, walking away, visibly shaken with her hand pressed to her forehead. Owen felt his fists clench, the overwhelming urge to punch his hand throw a wall was staggering and he really wished he hadn’t when his fist met the concrete wall. Cursing to himself and looking down at his fist, he could see the broken skin and the redness was already occurring.

That night, pacing his apartment, he tried to think of how he could do something to make up for this mess. He couldn’t even concentrate through the rest of his shift - with an aching hand and a confused and frustrated head, there was no use. Owen also knew one simple thing - Claire didn’t want a show of apology, some big grand gesture. She liked the plain and honest truth. Just like her bodies give her - they say things a living body can’t, because they lie.

Knocking on her door, Claire answered, and immediately tried to shut the door. Owen jammed his foot on the door, hand gripping around the frame. “Can I explain?” he asked, but Claire still looked scornful.

“Why should I let you?” she replied and Owen sighed, letting the door go loose.

“I think I deserve that much,” he said, chewing on the inside of his lip. Claire paused, waiting a few moments before she let the door go and crossed her arms.

“Fine.”

“I only told Lowery,” Owen began.

“Wow,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“No one else in the precinct knows, I made sure of it,” he nodded. Claire shook her head.

“What did you tell him?”

“He...keeps pushing me to ask you out,” he explained, noticing the surprised shift in her weight, shoulders rising higher as her cheeks became pinker, “and I told him it wasn’t the right time after I found that box,” he said and Claire rubbed at her brow, as though she was embarrassed, “and he was just pressuring me with constant questions, so I spilled. I warned him not to tell anyone else what I said. Guess he thought you were an exception. Maybe wanted more details.”

“That is something Lowery would do,” Claire resigned, looking back at Owen. He rocked back and forth on his heels, waiting for her to slap him...or something. “I’ll retract the form,” she said. Owen’s brow furrowed, confused by her words.

“You don’t have to do that if -”

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” she huffed, waving off the matter before she stood taller again, her attention brought to another topic of conversation. “Are you still considering asking me out now?”

“I was hoping you’d forget that part,” Owen chuckled, feeling the heat of his cheeks rise to a brimstone heat. “Maybe. Given that this thing doesn’t hurt our working relationship,” he said honestly.

“It won’t. Lowery, on the other hand,” she said and they both laughed, the distance that the doorway kept between them made Owen hate Lowery the more. “The box just has stuff you’ve given me in it,” Claire said, voice soft and barely there.

“What?”

“You’ve given me a few things. Just small things. But I like them. That’s what’s in the box,” she said again, avoiding his gaze and holding herself closer. Shielding herself from a reaction.

“I’m glad you’ve kept that stuff. It’s nice,” Owen said, his words feeling strangled. They probably sounded it too by Claire’s cringing reaction.

“We can stop talking about it now,” she said, waving off the subject again.

“Okay cool,” he laughed. Claire licked at her lips and Owen held his breath.

“Night, Owen,” she said quickly, beginning to shut the door.

“Night, Dearing,” he replied and she smiled just before the door closed fully.

It was a week before Owen saw Claire again. They had no other lapping cases until he closed his current one. And that’s what he did. Found the guy that killed Elijah - Eli - and they arrested him. Owen was at the local cop bar, drinking a beer and watching a game. He wasn’t interested in it, he just wanted the chaos of the last week or so to be over. Settling his beer down, rubbing at his eyes, he felt someone walk past him. Opening them, he saw Claire take his beer and sit across from him in the booth.

“Heard you got him,” she said, sipping at his beer. He chuckled before leaning forward.

“He was running a side gig. Extortion and what not,” he explained, “they got mad. Made sure he never breathed again.”

“Nice work,” she remarked, finishing off the drink and smiling to him.

“Couldn’t have done it with you,” he said, knowing that some M.E. may not go as far as she did when a case looked so cut and dry.

“I know,” she smiled, leaning back into the booth.

“We okay?” he asked, hopeful. She tilted her head.

“Buy me another beer and see what happens,” she smirked and Owen nodded, heading to the bar and getting two more drinks.

[greasygyeom]

Title: The Movie Marathon

By: GreasyGyeom

Summary: It’s no secret that Jackson Wang hates scary movies.

Jackson x Reader (F) Fluff.

“No no no no. No way. No way. I am NOT sitting through this.” Jackson violently shakes his head, seeing the DVDs in your hands.

You pout instantly, giving him your best puppy eyes.

“Oh really?” He rolls his eyes “I invented puppy eyes, okay? This is not going to work on me. Why do you want to see this, of all things?”

His current distress is honestly more comical than worrisome.

“It’s my birthday wish, you’re going to break your own rule and deny me my birthday wish?”

“Aaaah.” He wails in exaggeration, stuffing his face into a pillow to muffle his melodrama.

In that moment a tiny part of him hates you for ambushing him like this.

Three years ago he’d smoothly tricked you into meeting his parents, under the pretence of it being his one and only birthday wish that you could not deny.

Since then it had become a ritual of sorts and the scary movie marathon strangely felt like a well calculated payback.

“It’s going to be fun, I promise!” you giggle, knowing just how much he dislikes things that involve dark rooms and ghosts.

But you’re absolutely determined.

Jackson throws you a dirty look, the one where where he narrows his eyes and stretches his mouth like he’s caught your white lie.

“Fun? Fun? This is about as much fun as sitting on that roller coaster with Jinyoung. The whole world saw how much fun I had.”

You refrain from laughing at the memory of what Jackson refers to as the ‘worst 5 minutes of his life’.

“It’s okay, if you scream like that, I will gag you.”

“That is so comforting, bao.”

You spring up from your side of the bed and tackle him into a bone-crushing hug.

“Bubzie, if it’s too much, you can koala cling onto me, okay?

He hides his face in your chest, reluctant to say yes, knowing he had no other option but to. You boop his nose when he makes his squirtle face — the face that had made you fall in love with him so many years ago.

"It’ll be worse if we watch all the movies after sun down…. you know that’s when the ghosts really come out to play.”

“Aaah stop”, he screams wrapping his arms around you, in fear. “It’s not funny!”

“Okay, okay fine”, you pacify a visibly terrified and trembling 24 year old man. “Let’s not do this. Let’s do something else instead.”

You melt, while stroking his head lovingly.

As much as you want to torment Jackson for your amusement (scaring him is quite literally your favourite hobby), you don’t really want to make him suffer.

“No… it’s your one non-refundable birthday wish of 2018.”

“It’s really okaaaay. We don’t have to. We can watch disney movies. I’m okay with those too.”

He looks at you with the most innocent expression on his face and it makes you wonder how you had gotten so lucky to even end up with this adorable human bean.

He flinches at the sight of the first DVD cover but gives you a kiss on your cheek.

“Really I keep telling you I’d die for you and I can’t even get myself to watch a scary movie.”

“Hey, don’t talk about dying.”

“Sorry, bao” he sheepishly replies, this time kissing your other cheek, before shifting you back onto the bed.

He then proceeds to pick up one of the disks and walks towards the TV set.

“What are you doing, Jackson?”

“Starting the movie marathon, what else?”

A grin spreads on your face as you straighten up and make space for him to join you. The minute he sits down, he locks his arm in with yours.

“Oh my god, the movie hasn’t even started.”

But he makes the softest whimpering sound that makes you snuggle in closer.

When the eerie background music begins to play, you feel his body tense up next to yours.

His eyes are glued to the screen. Your eyes are glued to him, because with each cliched frame that pans through, he gets increasingly fidgety.

A dilapidated house comes into view. Jackson’s heart races, as loud as the hooves of a show horse displacing the mud in it’s path. His grasp on your fingers tightens.

The suspense builds up, as seconds turn into minutes; and 6 different angles later the music pierces through the pin drop silence. He yelps, hiding his face in your collarbone.

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing. It’s just people.”

“Fucking hell why are they so dumb? Why are they even going inside the house it’s obviously haunted”, he rants in a pitch higher than his normal voice.

Distress lines form on his forehead as he anticipates the next jump-scare.

And it scares him alright.

He almost hops into your lap.

“YA! WHY DO THEY ALWAYS HAVE CHILDREN AS GHOSTS"

You cackle in your throat, choking on your own breath. You couldn’t have let him know that his little breakdown was proving to be far more entertaining.

“Aah…. really I can’t do this.“

"We can stop Ja–”

He cuts you short, ”No we can’t.“

You look back at the screen, sighing. Three murders and 15 petrifying zoom-ins later, Jackson finds a comfortable spot between you and the headboard, huddle in a mini tent of his own under all the blankets

With his arms locked around your waist, his legs underneath yours and his face buried deep in your spine, you narrate the scenes as they happen.

"Okay, now the smallest kid is on the swing and there’s like blood flowing down his neck– Oh holy shit! Half his skull is missing!”

He wiggles, in protest.

"Oh shit, oh shit! Now the boy is stalking one of the couples who were fighting earlier.”

“Oh no, not the Dunphys. I liked the Dunphys!” He whines, chewing your sweatshirt in his mouth.

Quite weirdly, his teeth-y, anxious bites trigger your hunger.

“I just realised what’s missing. We never got the popcorn from the kitchen….

Lemme go get it.” You pat on his hand twice, asking him to loosen his hold.

“No. What if there’s a ghost here?”

“Okaay…… then you go get it?”

“No! What if there’s a ghost in the hallway!!”

“Oh come on Jackson!”

“I’m not going to be left alone.”

“Okay fine! Let’s both go get a singular bowl of popcorn from the kitchen.” You say, as you hit pause on the remote control.

He follows you around like a small, clingy puppy, bumping into you ever so often. The shadows in the dark trick him constantly, scaring him even more than he already is.

You hear him chanting 'please god, please god’, under his breath, as if trying to repel all unholy spirits. It’s not sundown yet, so you manage to find the bowl without having to switch the lights on.

“You want anything else, baby?” You ask but the sound you make causes him to jump.

“N-no” he replies “Just hurry up.”

“I’m done, I’m done!”

You move back into the hallway, holding the popcorn in your arms. He once again clings to your left sleeve till you’re back inside the room. You un-pause the movie right as the  "haunted spirt" enters the screen and Jackson falls back onto the bed, screaming.

“WHAT THE FUCK. OH MY GOD AT LEAST GIVE ME A WARNING!”

You fall on top of him because he’d never quite left your sleeve, barely managing to keep the popcorn from spilling over. Your first priority is to secure the bowl.

Even though initially you’d screamed because of him, you can’t help but snicker at his low tolerance for suspense.

Watching you laugh out like that puts a wide grin on his face, because that’s how he always wants to make you feel — so joyful that misery is never able to find it’s way to you.

He’s terrified but he laughs with you while wrapping his legs around your waist and pressing your back on his chest with his arms crossed over yours.

You’re showered with endless kisses on your neck as you continue to giggle under his soft touch.

“You can’t wriggle out of watching the movie no matter how much you kiss me though” you declare and he starts giving you even more kisses, making you giggle even louder.

The movie continues in the background, a few more people almost die and you don’t pay attention until there’s a loud scream.

You both sit up and look to the screen, startled.

“Is this the first time someone is…… screaming in this movie?” Jackson enquires.

“Yeah, the kid only kills when they’re sleeping and no one has actually seen him.”

“I’m going to be terrified of little kids now?”

“It’s not real, baby.”

“You don’t know that. What if some kid is stalking us right now, plotting to kill us in our sleep,”

“That will never happen.”

“Oh? Why?”

“I would know if there’s a ghost here.”

“How?” He suspiciously asks.

At that moment you bend towards him and whisper, “because, I see dead people.”

He hits you playfully on your thigh, pulling the bed cover over his head; hiding himself under the soft thick piece of cloth. “Bao, I’m not talking to you anymore.”

You hug him over his plain purple cloak of invisibility. "Aww baby, I know. But you still love me the most.”

"No, go away. I’m not playing.”

You tug at the covers, “Jacksonaaah” and make space for yourself next to him. “There’s three more movies to go before my birthday actually gets over. How will it work if you hide.”

“YOU WANT TO MAKE ME WATCH THREE MORE MOVIES?” He screams poking his head out from under his little tent.

“I want you to get over your fear.”

“I’m not scared.” He pouts

You can’t stop yourself this time, so you kiss him. You love how his lips feel so soft and plum between your teeth.

“You know….. if you do make it through these movies, without your soul leaving your body…… maybe we could….. try that thing you always wanted”, you tease between pecks.

He looks at you wide-eyed. “You’re serious?”

“Absolutely”

His hands find their way to the back of your thighs and rest on your ass.

“Then let’s do this.”

“Wow, I should have bribed you with sex sooner.”

He gives you a filthy, cheeky smirk but it vanishes almost instantly when you get his attention back to the screen.

“Can’t we do the sex bit first? It might motivate me more.”

“No”, you reply but pull his arms around you, under your shirt, as he resumes his seat behind you. “This is incentive enough.”

He scrunches his nose. “Ugh, fine” and rests his chin on your shoulder. He knows he’s going to hate every second of the next 6-7 hours just like he hated every second of the hour and a half that went by.

But he’s going to sit through it anyway, because after all… it’s your day and he loves you more than the moon loves the earth and he’d do just about anything to prove it.

[sophia1644]

If That's What You Want

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Warnings: swearing, flirting, angst, jealousy, makeout

Summary: Theo sees Y/N flirting with Liam and even though they aren’t together, Theo lashes out and Liam doesn’t take it lightly. They get into a fight in front of the Pack.

A/N: 3rd one let’s go! :) I spent a little bit more time on this one, so hope you enjoy! Sorry if the formatting is a little weird, but I tried my best to fix it (I do everything on my phone so if it’s weird on the computer sowwy).

IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT

The whole Pack was sitting around in Scott’s living room, just hanging out.

Lydia and Stiles were sitting on the couch, snuggling and watching tv. Malia and Scott were on the floor, Scott’s head propped up with a pillow while Malia’s head lay on his stomach.

I was sitting on the other end of the couch, when Liam walked into the room with two sodas, which he previously said he was going to the kitchen to get. He handed me one, a charming smile on display. I wrap my hand around the cold can, water condensation on the outside of the drink dripping off.

“Thanks,” I say while giving him a genuine grin.

“No problem. Anything for you.” He smirks at his statement, before plopping down on the carpet in front of me, his body situated between my feet and his back leaning against the couch.

I smile slightly, getting a whiff of his amazing smelling hair. “Dunbar, did you start using a different shampoo?” I ask.

He looks up at me, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip. “Yeah, just for you, Cupcake,” he responds.

Around me, Liam always seemed to get a sudden boost of confidence that he didn’t have with the others. He always seemed so sure of his words, his flirting radiating of a steady balance of humbleness and cockiness.

I hear a muffled growl across the room that startles me the tiniest bit. I look up to the chair pulled out from the dining room, noticing Theo staring wickedly at Liam, his eyes glowing every few seconds.

I’m confused by his behavior, not understanding the sudden tension filling the air. Obviously everyone notices it, especially Scott and Malia as they tense, probably sensing Theo’s chemo signals. Lydia catches on, shaking Stiles gently to get his attention. But, they all stay silent just watching the interaction.

This action isn’t proving Theo’s case to anyone, as we recently allowed him to start hanging around us more often. Me being the main person who pushed for his inclusion. Maybe it was only me who saw him as a good person in the inside.

Lydia and Malia said my judgement was clouded by how Theo and I had a sort of friends with benefits relationship. Every once and a while, we would hook up, nothing too crazy, just a make out session or what not at parties and such, but I honestly did think he was a good person, whole-heartedly and I wouldn’t be swayed otherwise.

Liam looks up at Theo, his left eyebrow quirking upwards, puckering his lips. He suddenly grabs my bare leg, planting a kiss on my knee. Um, what?

I’m so confused by this action, unable to form any words as Liam crawls up onto the couch, pulling me into an embrace.

“Liam,” I muster to say into his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?”

He maintains his hold on me, somehow creating more contact than the previous embrace. I stiffen, knowing how everyone’s eyes were on us. I try pushing away, finally understanding what was happening.

He was marking me.

I hear a growl again, but this time not muffled and definitely closer than before.

“Let go,” Theo growls. I shift to see him standing behind Liam with his legs wide apart, in a stance that says not to fuck with him.

Liam eventually loosens his grip, so I slip out, pushing off of the couch. I look back, seeing the two boys’ eyes flashing.

I feel hands grip around my hips, pulling me towards them. I look over my shoulder, glancing at Theo giving me a look that I can read and respond to in a moment. The look asking if I was okay, my response being the quick nod of my head.

Theo nods back sharply, before pushing me behind him, growling at Liam, his sharp teeth forming.

Scott grabs my forearm, pulling me until I’m in Malia’s grasp. He then walks forward, standing between the two childish boys.

“Guys,” he says calmly, always the mediator, “Can we at least try sorting this out without ripping my mom’s sofa again? She was pissed last time.”

Normally, the two boys would back down at the sight of Scott, knowing when defeat was defeat, but they edged on, both still giving one another death stares and growls for days.

Liam lunges past Scott, but Theo’s quick reflexes push him away before his claws can reach him.

“Bad move, kid,” Theo mutters, before swiping a claw at Liam’s face, scratching his cheek barely.

Liam retaliates, throwing a fist at Theo’s nose, then gripping his right leg and dragging it back so his body slams into the ground. I wince, my hands automatically raising up to cover my mouth.

Theo shuffles up, wiping the blood off that’s now dripping from his nose. His tongue flits out, over his lips, glancing in my direction, then charging forward. Liam’s body going limp as Theo slams him into the wall. Liam’s arms reach up and he starts scratching and scraping at his face and chest. Theo’ claws also trying to reach his opponent.

Now, I fall to the ground, my eyes going wide. This was escalating way too quickly for my liking, the wounds becoming more severe than any Pack fight had ever gotten.

“Scott, do something,” I shout. He looks at me, nodding his head in determination, his eyes turning red.

He rushes over to Liam and Theo, grabbing Theo’s grey sweatshirt and throwing him back, placing a strong hand over Liam’s chest in order to keep him from moving.

Malia runs over to Theo, holding him back as well. After a few seconds of utter disbelief, I shake out of it, my feet taking me in between Liam and Theo.

They both look at me, how anxious they are showing through their body language, their eyes watching my movements intently.

Liam’s body deflates, as my feet act on their own, my body crashing into Theo’s and pulling him against me.

Malia steps back and Theo wraps his arms around my waist. I pull away, my hand grazing under his nose at the crimson red liquid.

“What have you gotten yourself into?” I ask, my lip quivering. I knew he would heal, but it still pained me to see how he flinched as I inspected his wounds. My hand hovered over the cut on his lip, then to the one on his chest, then his neck, and then to his arm.

For a flash of a second I looked over to Liam, Scott attending to his wounds. Liam was already healing, but as I continued inspecting Theo’s wounds they weren’t healing quite yet. The scratches from Liam must’ve been significantly deeper.

“Can we go somewhere more private?” He whispers. I furrow my eyebrows in concern, nodding my head slowly. He pulls me toward the staircase, our retreating forms slipping out of the room unnoticed.

We make it to Scott’s bedroom. I go into his room, sitting down on his bed and tucking my hands underneath my thighs.

Theo peers out the door, then closes it virtually noiselessly. He takes a deep breath, then walks over and sits right next to me.

I turn my body to face towards him as he pushes his hand through his messy hair, an almost unnoticeable wince as he does the quick movement, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by me.

My hand reaches out, sliding on top of the one on his knee, squeezing it against better judgement of me.

He flashes a small smile, before his lips go back into a straight line, his expression becoming serious.

I roll my bottom lip under my teeth, subconsciously playing with the bracelet on my hand that I’d been given by Scott for my birthday. Of course, it was filled with wolfsbane.

Theo notices my uneasiness, this time, his hand squeezing my own and me offering him a small smile.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me after we’ve been sitting side by side for almost 6 solid minutes in silence.

“Okay,” he huffs, “I’m not really sure how to put this in words, but you know how we’ve been sneaking around and you know… stuff.”

I nod my head, hoping this wasn’t heading in the direction I thought it was going. “Yeah, I’ve really enjoyed those moments,” I say truthfully. Even if I was lying, he would’ve been able to tell by my heartbeat. Or maybe not, due to how fast it was going just by being in a room alone with him. I kind of loved how he had this effect on me. Kind of.

“Well,” he rubbed his hand behind his neck, “I want to stop doing that.”

I felt a pang in my chest and I tried my hardest to keep my face unreadable as he said those words. Even though it was only a small fling, I thought he had real feelings for me and my heart broke that he didn’t want me anymore. But, I didn’t want him to see how much a sentence could affect me, so I just nodded gently.

I started to stand up, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Okay,” I whispered. “If that’s what you want, then-”

I felt a strong grip on my wrist andI looked down at Theo’s beautiful blue eyes, his pink lips parted. He pulled me back down onto the bed.

He brushed his hand against my cheek, causing me to close my eyes and revel in his touch, ignoring how he basically just told me he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.

“Y/N,” he murmured, “I think you’re interpreting this situation all wrong.”

I raised my eyebrows, more confused than I was earlier. “How am I supposed to interpret you breaking up with me even though there’s nothing to break up with?” I ask, starting to feel tears well up in my eyes. I told myself I wasn’t going to show any emotions, but everything inside me felt like it was crumbling.

“That’s the point,” he said, smiling.

How the hell could he be smiling.

“Y/N.” He gripped onto my hands with his own two, his thumbs brushing against the soft skin. My gaze fell down towards the action. “I want to make whatever we are, more official.”

My tongue skimmed over my lips, my nose crinkling, wondering if I had heard right. I pulled one hand out of his grip, pinching the skin on my arm. What?

“What was that for?” He asks, worry in his tone. “Are you trying to hurt yourself?”

“I… was just checking if this was- real. I guess, it is,” I say, half shocked and half anxious.

I hear him chuckle quietly. Theo’s hands cup my cheeks, his eyes boring into mine, making me fall into the ocean that was his eyes. “Of course this is real. If it wasn’t then would you be able to feel this?” He questioned, a millisecond before his lips were mine.

He pulled away, my hand reaching up to touch my lips which tingled in the most amazing way possible.

“I felt it,” I whisper, mostly to myself.

“Y/N, I hope you feel the same way, but I know that this was just supposed to be a fling but- I just… really like you. And I want more.”

I smile so brightly, half aware of how my cheeks burn at the tugging sensation. “Theo, fuck, yes… I’d love to go out with you,” I respond enthusiastically.

“Really?” He asks, doubt filling his voice.

“Completely.”

He smirks before pushing his lips up against mine again, pulling me onto his waist. “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?” I ask, concerned that I was causing him pain; the last thing I wanted to do.

“No, fuck, no. All I’m thinking is… God, I can finally call you my girlfriend.” He smiled devilishly before attacking my lips again, with a desire and ferocity that took me by surprise.

His lips moved along with mine, our tongues fighting for dominance. “Babe,” I murmured, a whimper coming from him at the word. “We should… probably go… back downstairs.”

“Uh huh,” he muttered, between kisses that were slowly moving towards my neck. He sucks especially hard at one spot, making me lurch forward into him.

“Come on,” I whisper, starting to not even believe my own words.

“Just a few more minutes.”

“Okay.”

[yggwinder]

“I remember a few things from when we lived in the city.

”One, that the buildings are tall. Impressively so. Like the kind of skyscraper that breaks clouds down into little wisps of their former selves. I think I liked that as a kid. It was jarring, seeing man-made structures that big, but I liked how the glass buildings looked. Reflecting the sky which they shattered, it seemed like an addition to the skyline, not something that ruined it. A pleasant mirror image.

“And, that some of the overpasses were used more than the ground roads. That left the pavement underneath in a sort of permanently cracked, decaying state, since no one bothered to maintain something that saw what was basically one car per year. It was fun playing on that, since it was always shady, and the chunks of tar from the road broke apart nicely if you threw them hard enough. I can only imagine how many of our hands and feet were scraped and bruised thanks to that, but we were kids. It was good fun.

“Speaking of, the others. No names really pop out, but there were the kids of everyone else who lived in the apartment. I knew all of them, the same way you might know everyone in your class, and I really only talked with a few. It was nice, though - being able to walk out there and being pretty much guaranteed to find a playmate.

“But there were definitely some days that you kept me inside. I never got why, since I could look out my window and tell it wasn’t stormy, or even gloomy, but . . . it just wasn’t a good neighborhood, was it?. I think they had more than a couple of people who slept outside. Not all of them were bad, of course, but I don’t think that’s a risk you’d like to take.

“Speaking of, there were days where it rained. Really rained.

“I loved those.

“We would gather in the kitchen, make hot chocolate, boiling the milk in a little pot on our stove. Our building had cable, so the little dinky TV in the kitchen worked well enough, and we’d pull up chairs from the table to sit closer to it. Couldn’t always find one, but sit-coms were the family favorite. Dad would choose the channel, the show, while you got our favorites mugs out, filling them to the brim.

“It was always a bit too hot the first time I sipped it, but that didn’t really stop me from drinking it all in a minute or two.

“On an unrelated note, you taught me that milk soothes scalded tongues.

“Sometimes the electricity would drop, and we’d all sort of move to the living room. Pillow forts were always going up as soon as the lights went out. Everyone had a flashlight, too, so we could make our way around in the dark. I think mine was baby blue, with a little wrist strap. Didn’t really work all that well, if I might add. But I didn’t really need it. Sitting under the blanket-roof, listening to the rain roaring outside, that was my favorite place. The occasional rolling crack of thunder. Maybe a quiet, muffled conversation from you and dad. Messing with Adam. It was nice. We were happy.

“And then we moved out. I can’t recall the reason, but we started packing one day, and we were out by the end of the week.

“I liked the new place, don’t get me wrong, but . . . it took a long time for me to really consider it home. It didn’t have the same comfort as the apartment in the city, and being so far away from the next farm over really put a damper on everything for a while. As if the sudden addition of chores wasn’t enough to sour the place.

“Our second day there, I asked you when we were going back. You just pursed her lips and turned away, before saying that we were going to have a better life on the farm. The farm, you said, not ‘our new place.’ Not ‘our new home.’”

“I didn’t ask again after that.

“I guess that’s why I’m heading back. I want to see if it still feels like a place where I belong. I wouldn’t say I’m an optimistic person, but I do hope that it hasn’t changed much. I don’t plan to have that same apartment, but I don’t think it was really the apartment that made it special. I just like the busy-ness of the city. I think I do.

“I’ll see about it soon.

Love you, Ma.”

Sera took a deep breath, leaning on her car as she scanned the transcript of the message. She didn’t listen to it, she didn’t like the sound of her own voice when it was played back, but she needed to make sure it was okay. Well composed.

Not betraying the fact that she was a bit nervous about disappearing without a warning.

Sighing, she just pressed send.

She guessed it wasn’t leaving without a warning if her dad knew what she was doing, but the guilt, like a pit in her stomach, didn’t leave. Her mom was always the one who worried about the kids, who was a bit more strict, which is why Sera knew that all of this - moving to the city, with barely anything to her name - was not something she’d approve of.

Which is why she sent the voice message.

Maybe this was a bit rushed. She could always turn back, delete the message before her mom could read it - her mother only checked it in the morning, and before she went to bed.

No, no. This was the best thing she could do. Farm life was nice, but she didn’t get what she wanted by fixing up the occasional machine at the house, nor from the ”neighbors” that were twenty miles down the dirt road. So she was heading to the city. Either she’d find something there to hold her over, get her to stay, or she’d catch a shuttle to somewhere else. Another city, country. Continent. She just knew that leaving home was a top priority.

Even so, the guilt didn’t dissipate.

She just needed a walk, that was all.

To clear her head.

Thumping her hand against the car’s door in a rhythmically comforting way for a moment, she started to walk down a little path between the rice plots. Fifteen minutes, just fifteen minutes and she’d get back on the road. It was about forty miles till the city now, and her watch said the time was three-thirty. Not a bad pace.

Well, she did go about twenty over the speed limit. That probably explained it.

But the afternoon was calming enough. The weather wasn’t horrible, even for mid-spring. It couldn’t be more than 70 right now. Even the bugs were at an all time low for the season. Her anxiety about leaving was still there, still heavy, but her mood improved. It was hard to think that things could take a take for the worse when a breeze rustled by her. When the sky was a comforting shade of blue, and crickets chirped noisily in the grass. When it was peaceful.

Until they did.

Maybe it was the sound of something running behind her, or the sickening wheeze of its breath, but Sera knew something was there before it reached.

And then it struck.

A sudden deep gash down her calf. White hot pain accompanying it like an uninvited guest. Sera wasn’t able to stop the gasp that escaped her, and she fell to her knees. Her mind, even in a time like this, tried to find a way to describe it, the wound. How it felt.

It hurt like hell, that’s what it was. It hurt like hell because the thing that faced now had to be a demon, a devil, or some sort of bastard between the two.

Taunt, leathery skin, colored black and purple, stretched over its body. The tendony arms and legs, muscle hidden somewhere underneath her.

Long, hooked, and blood-slicked claws. Her blood. That had shorn right through her.

And that head - just an exposed animal skull, the empty, pitch black sockets staring straight at her. Through her.

It almost stood like a wolf. She could only hope she didn’t seem like a bunny to it.

Her breath quickened, and panic set in after the intial shock left her, and she quickly stumbled backwards. After it attacked her, the creature had walked in front of her, as if it wanted her to see it, to acknowledge its presence. As if gloating.

Sera was frozen in place as it stepped close to her, her arms refused to lift her off the ground; her legs ignored any plea of hers to get up, even just to move. To twitch.

And then it was in front of her, the head of it just a few inches away from her own.

You might expect a skull to have an empty mouth, but it didn’t. A row of savage teeth lined the thing’s jaw, and a long, black, nearly reptilian tongue crept out of its mouth, tasting the air in front of her. Saliva dripped from it’s ugly maw to the ground, a toxic looking purple that matched its skin.

She swore that it almost smiled as it closed its mouth.

Fear overrode whatever had her locked in place, and the drum tattoo of her heart drove Sera on as she lept to her feet.

What was this?

Whatever it was, it had claws.

Why was it here?

Didn’t matter, it had teeth.

Did it want to hurt her?

Her calf screamed yes. She had a one track mind during that dead sprint back to her car.

Run.

Breathe.

Look back

Breathe.

A few more steps, another desperate breath.

Check for it.

It couldn’t catch her, it couldn’t. It was obvious how this little journey of hers would end be if she was too slow.

Even then, the adrenaline was barely enough to get her through the sprint when she spotted her car, hastily opened the door and slammed it behind her, nearly catching her ankle in the door.

Still in a panic, Sera was grateful for the fact she left it running as she peeled out, spewing gravel behind the vehicle. As it started to accelerate, her eyes flicked to the rear view mirror.

And it was standing there, watching her flee.

Still, the skull seemed to mock her in a gruesome post-mortis grin.

Twenty miles later, she pulled the car to a stop. Her hands and arms were shaking too much for her to drive any longer. Screwing her eyes tight, Sera fought back the tears that threatened to surface.

She was fine.

She was okay.

She would have loved to believe that.

But her calf was still bleeding, she could probably bubble in a scantron just by trying to put the pencil to the page, and she couldn’t stop the tears.

She wasn’t okay, she was scared. More than scared. She was terrified, and she didn’t even know of what.

It took a long while, but eventually Sera raised her head out of the ball she had curled into, wiping her damp cheeks with the back of her hand. Her breathing was still shaky, and she felt paranoid as she stepped out to grab the first aid kit out of her trunk.

What if it came back? What if it didn’t just try to get her leg this time, and she never made it to the city?

Would her parents know?

Would she be missed?

She normally had anxiety, this didn’t help. Even as she took care of it, she could imagine the monster finding her again, tearing into her arm, her neck with those wicked teeth. Would she be able to fight back if she saw it again?

As soon as she finished, she clambered back into the car. Taking deep breaths, Sera managed to get music playing softly through the radio, and she tipped her head back against the headrest, trying to calm down.

It would take time more than relaxing playlists to get her back to normal, but this helped.

She could almost imagine being home on the porch, listening to whatever radio talk show her dad had on while her mom prepared dinner. She was just always the better cook in the marriage.

She missed them.

She was able drive now, even if just because it would take her farther away from that thing.

Away from her house of the last fifteen years.

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[jinjikook]

36″ x 48″ (M)

word count: 3.6k

genre: smut; idol!verse

pairing: reader/taehyung

warning(s)/kink(s): intercrural sex (thigh fucking) + dirty talk + come play + size kink (?)

a/n: the title is a joke about canvas size, that of which is a large size for one lmao

masterlist

You always thought it’d be Namjoon, maybe Yoongi. Possibly even the golden maknae, Jeongguk.

You never expected it to be Kim Taehyung. Your boyfriend, to be exact.

“Are you kidding me? That’s supposed to fit in me?!” You stared incredulously at your boyfriend, stark naked and almost completely hard under your gaze.

Despite the fact that you two have been dating for a little over a couple of months, you never had time to get intimate. At least, not properly. Phone calls and video chats were your best friends, being the most stable source of both communication and intimacy you two could manage under Taehyung’s hectic idol life.

That being said, you never really knew just how big his not-so-little friend downstairs was. Pictures were unreliable, since dick pics are always angled to make the person look more endowed, though you sort of wonder why you never made the connection based on how small it made his hands look in comparison. Clearly your mind was on other aspects of the photo.

Taehyung scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, as if he wasn't as bare as the day he’d been born at the moment. “I know babe, it’s intimidating…”

“Damn right it is! You’ll tear me in half! You’ll break me! You’ll—”

“We don't have to, if you don’t want.”

You stopped freaking out for a moment, realizing that you were acting pretty selfish and childish. After all, Taehyung’s feelings matter just as much as your own, he should be able to voice them without you going all diva on him.

“No Tae… I’m sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that, it’s just—I’m scared. I always pictured us finally getting to this point but I clearly didn't think about this part very well.”

Taehyung chuckled and his warm palm made contact with your thigh, rubbing gently there to remind you of how human he truly is. He's not just some celebrity on the TV or another idol on the radio, he’s much more to you than that.

“Baby, really. It’s alright, maybe one day we can try but it doesn't have to be today. We’d have to plan a field day to prep you, though that sounds like a good time to me.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you giggled, giving him a playful smack as you straightened up and sat against the headboard of his bed. “Trust me, even toys have trouble fitting me. I just really want you to enjoy it as much as I definitely will and the last thing I want is to hurt you.”

Taehyung’s deep brown eyes softened as he looked over your visage, his palm coming up from your thigh to stroke lovingly at your cheek. His thumb paused at the swell of your bottom lip, lightly applying pressure there.

“Do you want…?” You murmured against his digit, swiping your tongue over it after you spoke. Taehyung’s eyes visibly darkened and his breath caught in his throat, a low rumble appearing as he nodded slowly.

You took the message loud and clear, sitting forward and dragging Taehyung into a deep kiss, the feeling of his lips on yours making you whimper. You were only clad in your underwear and bra, something quickly remedied as Taehyung undressed you hastily; his hands running hotter than before.

Peppering kisses down his jawline, you focused on how his Adam’s apple bobbed with every kiss, reaching forward to suckle lightly there.

Taehyung groaned, his hand a warning on your shoulder as he pushed gently, “No marks…” he mumbled, his voice clearly showing how affected he was from all the foreplay. You nodded to show you’d heard as you continued down until you reached his chest, slightly defined pecs tensing as your tongue trailed in between. Taking a moment, you toyed with his nipple on the right while your mouth began to latch onto his left, suckling lightly and passing your tongue several times over the hardening nub. He whined, low in his throat, as you placed his teat between your front teeth and tugged, the unmistakable pulse of Taehyung’s hips making you giggle around him.

“Please, I need you baby,” Taehyung’s low voice made you throb with want as well, but you knew this situation wasn’t typical so you had to put aside your needs for that of your loving boyfriend. Trailing kisses down from his chest, you put a little more pressure right under his navel; on the tummy you constantly told him you loved.

He hissed as you neared his now achingly hard cock, the tip oozing with slick as it jerked with newfound blood flow. Still kissing his stomach, you wrap your hand around his girth, trying your best to hold it all in your grip.

A difficult feat indeed.

“You know,” Taehyung began to speak, breathless but still capable of running his mouth, even now of all times. “Most guys would kill for a big dick, always wanting more or saying they have something like this. But it’s really a burden; to have to give up even the simple pleasure of fucking someone like normal.” You hummed as you brought your mouth to lick a fat stripe underneath Taehyung’s length, the muscle twitching as your wet muscle came into contact with the hot skin. Hips jerking forward slightly, you used your other hand to keep him still as he continued to talk.

His voice came out more strained than before, clearly affected by your ministrations. “Most guys can just finger their girl for a little bit, one or two digits and they’re ready to go. Or like in movies, where they just… dive in; unprepared. I'll never know that simple luxury, to want you so bad to the point where we have a quickie in the bathroom.” Kissing up and down his cock, you look up and see Taehyung looking down at you, a mixture of love and lust swimming in his burnt irises as he ran his hands through your hair.

“One day Tae, I promise.” You whispered against his length, pumping it a few times and running the pads of your fingers over the beads of pre come trickling out. He cutely smiled his boxy grin and took one of his hands that was in your hair to hold out his fist, pinkie finger extended.

“Pinky swear?” He giggled and you couldn’t help yourself from laughing with him, loving just how silly and quirky and sentimental your wonderful boyfriend was. Lacing your pinkies together, you smiled once more before focusing on loosening your jaw as you took the leaking head into your mouth. Taehyung’s head rolled back, from what you saw from your slightly impaired vision.

He groaned, low in his throat, as you began suckling around the head, the swollen member already taking up a serious amount of room in your mouth. You tried to relax your jaw as you dipped further in, pulling out just a moment later to catch your breath.

No amount of blowjobs in your past life would’ve prepared you for this moment. Steeling yourself, you swooped in for a second time, licking your lips in anticipation for how much saliva you’ll actually need to properly coat Taehyung’s cock.

As you took in more of his length, you continued to languidly pump at what you were sure you couldn’t even dream of reaching, Taehyung’s hands constantly keeping your hair out of your eyes and face.

“God, angel do you have any idea what you do to me?” You moaned around his length, his habit of dirty talk coming around just to make you suffer a little more. You clenched your thighs and hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Dear, open up those pretty legs for me. I wanna see just how wet you get for me.”

Of course you wouldn’t catch a break; this was Taehyung after all.

Obeying his command, you pull off him to look up and find his eyes dead set on you, his bottom lip snug in between his teeth. He released the pink muscle and gripped your chin, making sure you were giving him your full attention.

“As much as I’d love to fuck that pretty throat of yours raw, I unfortunately can’t do that. So, do me a favor?” He rubs his thumb lovingly over your now plumper bottom lip, a very similar fashion to how he had done beforehand; when he enticed you to suck him off initially.

“Anything.” Your voice was surprisingly stable, though albeit a little dry from the lack of spit since you had slathered it all on his cock instead.

“On your back, legs straight up.” Taehyung’s commanding tone made you even wetter as you spared no time in getting in the position he wanted you in.

He praised you for your speed, placing a few strategic kisses of his own along your thighs, his breath whispering across where you needed him most.

Bur instead of drawing nearer, he kneeled on the bed right behind your legs, taking both of them and putting them on one shoulder. You watched confused as he settled, before he pushed his hand in between your loins and you felt the barest brush of his digits in between your folds.

You whimpered at the ghost sensation, Taehyung chuckling lowly at your instant response.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He rasped, his voice a smooth velvet against your body as he kissed the back of your calf. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips, wanting more than the teasing and tantalizing faint touches that barely gave you the tingles of pleasure you so desperately wanted. “I’ll take care of you baby, just you wait.” He chuckled and for a moment it felt like he was predator and you were prey. But this was your boyfriend, whom you cared for so much, and you knew he wouldn’t hurt a hair on your head.

Not unless you wanted it.

His digits finally reached where you needed him most, his fingers stroking your glistening folds. Throwing your head back against the plush pillows underneath, you moaned while he continued to apply pressure against your core. He dove his fingers inside you, two making their way past your tight walls to stretch you.

“Tae, baby, what’re you doing?” You gasped out, struggling to keep your voice steady as his fingers grazed the nerves inside you. He continued to pump inside and out, thumb pushing against your clit to drive you mad.

“Don’t worry my dear, I’m just giving you a little something since I can’t actually give you myself.” His eyes dropped from your own to stare at his own fingers disappearing inside you, his lip snug between his teeth once more as he tried to stave himself off. When he touched a particularly sensitive spot, you jerked and arched your back, unable to keep from keening from pleasure. “Fuck—baby you look so good, that’s my girl.” He curled his fingers and made you squirm even more, now endlessly barraging you with his skilled digits.

“I just need to… just trust me, okay baby?” He rasped, his breath coming out far more labored now as his eyes trailed lower, fixed on himself now as he pulled his fingers from inside you. You watched, confused and frustrated at the lack of contact now that Taehyung had stopped his fingers from fucking you just right. Eyebrows furrowed, you were about to open you mouth to protest when suddenly Taehyung’s length brushed the insides of your thighs, the head gently grazing over your core.

You tried to stop the pulse of your hips but instinct took over at the idea of his cock so close to where you needed him the most, your desires clouding your logic even after you saw what a monster he was packing.

“Baby, no no no—that’s not what we’re doing, you know that.” Taehyung chuckled, loving just how eager you were but he knew he had to stay well in control, lest he wanted to hurt you. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he took both of your legs that were thrown over one shoulder and brought them as close together as possible, crushing his cock flush between the meat of your thighs. He was snug there, the throbbing heat of his member just barely ghosting over your own desire.

“Just gonna stay here, don’t worry.” He mumbled, your heart nearly drowning him out completely as it pounded in your ears. You didn’t realize when it began to beat so intensely but you think it’s because your mind knew better and worried about Taehyung potentially going to enter you with minimal prep in terms of his size.

Lost in your own world for a few moments, you hadn’t noticed that Taehyung uncapped the lube he brought onto the bed when he showed off his size, knowing he’d need it for something—sooner or later.

He slathered the head of his cock with the slick, a few experimental pumps of his hips had the fluid spreading and slipping between your thighs, successfully giving him a path to glide effortlessly through over and over again. Taehyung growled at the sweet pressure of your thighs around him coupled with the delicious slippery skin that let him fuck your thighs without abandon.

Leaning forward on his palms, he framed your face and kept your legs on his shoulder, leading you to be bent in half from his position. You had said he’d break you in half, though this wasn’t exactly how you’d pictured it. His breaths were puffing over your face and against your cheek, the hot air reminding you just how close your faces were and how easy it’d be to drag your mouth over his and greedily suck at his sinful tongue.

His mouth had a mind of it’s own whenever he was close to coming. You’d heard it plenty of times whenever you’d sneak in a quick session of hurried phone sex, hushed filthy whispers and moans in the dead of night or in broadcast station restrooms.

“Shit yeah, that’s my fucking girl—you feel so good, haven’t felt anything this hot and tight around my cock in ages. So wet for me baby girl, such a good girl for me always. Letting me fuck your thighs just right, would you let me have a taste of you afterwards?” You nodded fervently, unable to formulate words as you bit your tongue as hard as you could, knowing that the members could be back any minute now from whatever restaurant Tae had ushered them off to so you could have a night with him. He chuckled, his grin something nasty as he pictured how good you’re going to look with his head between your legs, right where his cock was right now.

His thrust were rough, hard enough to smack every time his hips came in contact with the backs of your thighs. It was filthy and loud and you couldn’t hold back your noises of pleasure any longer, just the depraved thought of Tae fucking your thighs senseless alone able to bring you closer to your high. He brought one hand down from framing your face to grace along your clit, making you whimper high at the sudden contact. You needed more, trying to convey that with the garbled speak you managed with your pleasure swollen tongue.

“Shhhh, I’ve got you baby girl.” Taehyung’s sweet baritone floated to your ears before he straightened up, putting distance between your faces as he grabbed your legs and fucked with all of his energy into the gap that was tightening around his head with every taught quiver that coursed through your body. He groaned and the lascivious squelch of lube as he pushed your thighs tighter around him only spurred him on more, his hips moving erratically as Taehyung began to lose rhythm. “Baby—Fuck, I’m gonna come. Where can I…?” He trailed off, his panting growing louder as he slowed his hips to roll languidly into the heat between your legs.

“On me, please.” You were breathless, almost completely incapable of voicing your desires at this point but it was audible enough to your boyfriend, his small nod acknowledging that he’d heard and he was planning on pulling through with that plan of action very soon.

Pulling out from between your thighs, Taehyung pushed apart your legs to open up your torso to him, giving him full access and a blank canvas to release on. He came in spurts, the thick, heavy cream landing over your navel and just shy of the top of your core. Globs coated your stomach, a picture of naughty and filthy and everything in between. Taehyung was clearly very proud of his work, smiling his dirty smirk once more before dragging the tip of his cock over the mess, smearing it over you to complete his masterpiece. Almost like a signature, marking you as his for a final touch.

“So perfect, all mine…” Taehyung’s eyes dragged over his work, his fingertips ghosting over your come-stained abdomen. “Now it’s your turn, doll.” His wicked smirk was back, toying on his lips as he placed his hands on your thighs—right where his cock was nestled in before, slick and shiny with lube still and making his grip halfway decent. You couldn’t catch your breath because there Taehyung was, his smug mouth over your core and his teasing tongue trailing topiaries against your folds.

You gasped audibly when his lips suctioned around your clit, sucking the engorged muscle and jabbing it punishingly with his tongue—the same tongue you’d seen countless times poking out of his mouth on stage, either out of focus or simply him trying to rile up his many fans out in the audience.

His groans were loud against you, sans a little muffled but loud nonetheless. He was treating like eating you out was just as good as him getting his own dick sucked, the greatest pleasure all right in front of him as he ate you with all of his might. You knew your end was coming, having been so riled up from seeing your boyfriend so deep in pleasure earlier.

He’d been like that because of you, not even your dripping sex, just your thighs. You couldn’t help but imagine what he’ll be like when he actually does get to delve deep inside you, raw and unadulterated as he plunges into your divine and comes back only to slam into you twice as hard.

The thought alone had you coming—hard.

It hit you like a freight train; all at once and out of nowhere, as you gripped at Taehyung’s locks and hoped that you weren’t hurting him or accidentally ruining his perfectly tousled mane, something that you’re sure his fans or make up artists wouldn’t appreciate. Taehyung on the other hand, was clearly very appreciative of the rough treatment, his tongue pushing into further with the motion and his mouth vibrating against you as a hummed growl pushed past the seam.

Quickly, it became all too much. His tongue was stabbing you more than anything else, and you cried out from the overstimulation. Luckily, Tae had caught on relatively fast and let go of your swollen clit, sure to give it a quick peck before settling onto his knees. He looked over at your wrecked body, loose limbed with pleasure and you two matched in breathless pants that created a soundtrack of your sex in the otherwise silent room.

Flopping down next to you and giving you a wet kiss on the cheek, Taehyung turned his body to face your still numb one and stroked lovingly down your side, waiting for you to come back to your senses and back to him.

“Good?” He murmured, leaning forward and peppering a few more kisses along your face, licking the tip of your nose for good measure much like a puppy would. The final pass of his tongue made you titter and bat his face away, a fit of giggles trying to fight their way out.

“Ew gross, don’t lick me you weirdo!” The giggles made it out anyways, unable to be held back from the sheer strength they fought their way out with. Taehyung mock pouted, a small puppy whimper on the tip of his tongue.

“Baby don’t be like that… I just had that inside of you and now you don’t want it on you?”

“That’s why, you butt.”

“Cute.” He leaned forward to give you a proper kiss anyways, tongues brushing against each other briefly despite your earlier distaste to where his tongue had been beforehand. A few more breathless laughs passed between the two of you, the air light and bubbly around you even after the tense sex tension from before.

As he pulled away, you finally came to your sense and realized the mess still on your stomach, now slightly drying as you squirmed. “Fuck Tae, look at how much you came… Such a mess.” You inspected the damage, asking for your boyfriend to get you tissues or wipes or something to clean yourself off with.

“But babe, it’s my one-of-a-kind masterpiece, on my one-of-a-kind canvas.” He looked at you with galaxies in his eyes, love swimming among the stars as if he wasn’t actually talking about semen on your sweaty abdomen.

“Guess you’ll just have to make another one, tomorrow night.” You smirked and Taehyung giggled, getting up to fetch you some wet wipes. Once you two were all cleaned up and snuggled in bed, lights dark and atmosphere waning, Taehyung’s voice rang out in the darkness following a tittering giggle; cutting through the muffled sounds of traffic and night life outside.

“Just like Vincent Van Gogh Sunbaenim.”

You smacked him for good measure, before kissing it better.

[magicianparrish]

Who’s That Girl (pt. 1)

So I had this fleeting thought once upon a time that those crazy kids from The Raven Cycle would fit perfectly if I dropped them in L.A. to make a New Girl au. And for some reason, a lot of other people liked the idea, and I took it upon myself to actually write a fic to the idea. Now I have 12 parts posted on my ao3 account. They are broken up into 4 arcs, with 3 chapters dedicated to each arc so far. 

But like I said, this is 12 parts, so I’m not going to be that annoying person who posts all the parts at the same time. They will be queued to post over the rest of this week.  I had a big debate on whether or not to post on here in the first place (it’s been a while since I posted on here). So without further ado, part one of what I like to call Meet the Roommates arc. 

“You found them on Craigslist ?” Adam asked skepticism laced heavily in his tone.

Blue and Adam were sitting on his little couch he had bought at a yard sale for ten dollars, six years ago. In his little one bedroom apartment, there were at least five different portable fans blowing cool air on them at once, as well as the breeze coming through the window.

He took a sip of the iced tea out of his cup. His blue eyes were staring at her, waiting for a response.

Blue groaned in response, leaning back against the arm of the couch and sticking her feet on his lap. She tossed an arm over her face.

“Yes, on Craigslist. When you’re desperate to not sleep on a couch in a one-person apartment, you’ll take pretty much anything.”

Adam just lets out a mmmm as a response, and nothing else. When Blue peeked up from behind her arm, she saw he was on his phone scrolling through something. She had no doubt it was an email of some sort; it was really the only reason he used it, other than calling and texting Blue.

“So how many people are you potentially living with again?” he inquired, not looking up from his screen.

“Three.”

“And they’re all guys?” the skeptic tone came out again in full form.

Adam was nothing if not protective of Blue. And she appreciated it, but she could handle herself thank you very much.

“I’m meeting them tomorrow. They want to see me.”

“If that’s not dubious intentions, I don’t know what is. Do you want me to come with?” he offered.

She flapped her hand in dismissal. Blue knew he was working on a big project for some big wig company he couldn’t afford to skip valuable time on. Especially over something like this.

“I’ll call you after. If I take the offer, then you can come over any time you’d like.”

Adam nodded his head. “And where do they live again?”

“Monmouth Apartments. It’s on the other side of town.”

Adam scoffed, and Blue kicked him in the shin for his troubles and threw a pillow.

Blue had done her research before hand. She might’ve been desperate and dumb enough to look on Craigslist for ads on apartments and potential roommates, but she at least looked up the place before going over.

It was in an okay part of town. Not nearly as shady as where Adam lives, but not a ritzy area like where celebrities live. This is downtown LA, not the Hollywood glam part. Two very distinct areas of the same city.

The area looked large, at least in the pictures. And there was a nice kitchen and living area. Blue didn’t care for room space; she lived in a house that always had at least ten people running around at any given time. Living with people was not the problem, it was who she was living with that could be potential.

When she had trekked up the stairs to apartment 4D, and knocked on the door, the person to answer it was not who she was expecting at all.

The door slammed open, and immediately she was hit with a wave of loud electronic music. The kind that was played at rage parties at college frat houses. The man was extremely tall, and the palest skin she’d ever seen on a person. His ice blue eyes were narrowed and his shaved head was intimidating, and that was before she saw the sleeve of tattoos down his arms and the hooks of one curling on his shoulders and neck. He gave a sneer in greeting.

“What do you want?” he demanded. Even his voice was sharp.

Everything about this guy screamed: Danger! Do not provoke! That was the rational side of Blue speaking. The irrational side told her to not let this guy push her around. And she had the stupid sense to impress him. She got the impression he wasn’t impressed by much.

“ I’m the person who inquired about the new roommate on Craigslist,” she explained. She had to speak loudly over the music.

And eyebrow cocked up and he crossed his arms over his chest. She watched him look her up and down. But unlike when other guys did it, this didn’t feel sexually predatory. He wasn’t emphasizing on her breasts or legs or ass.

He let out a sigh through his nose and whipped around towards the interior of the apartment.

“Dick! We have a guest,” he shouted loudly before stomping back inside.

Blue was unsure if she was invited in, but the door was wide open so she stepped inside after him.

The first thought that came to mind was: holy shit this place is insane. It was a place that seemed to be taken straight out of a TV show. The living room was just as spacious as it looked in the photo she had seen. Light filtered through the panel windows, and there were books scattered everywhere. In the middle of the floor, was a giant model of Los Angeles, which was so absurdly detailed she couldn’t help be impressed.

But it was also a men’s paradise. Pizza boxes were stacked in a corner of the dining table, with some Chinese take out piled on top of that. Beer bottles of fancy imported brands lined the window sills like some messed up stained glass window art. The only thing was the kitchen seemed to be immaculate; not a pot was out of place.

Down the hallway, Blue turned in time to see a giant raven fly out of one of the rooms, low enough to almost hit Blue in the head, and let out a loud KERAH! Blue ducked down out of instinct as the bird flew and perched on one of the dining table seats. The bird seemed to take Blue in, her head cocking side to side. Blue did not know how to take that.

“What the fuck,” she muttered to herself.

She then heard a pair of footsteps and turned back to the hallway. The pale man had disappeared, and instead, it was a much shorter guy, in a bright magenta polo, chino shorts and the most horrific pair of boat shoes Blue had ever seen. He had the face of the All-American Man, the type that would be featured in Republican campaign ads.

He looked startled to see Blue standing in his apartment. But the face soon morphed into a decent smile, with perfect white teeth and dimples to match. Blue hated how attractive she found him.

“Oh, you must be the guest my friend was referring to,” he had an old money accent too. Great.

The raven let out another loud KERAH! The man looked to the bird like it wasn’t a big deal before turning back to Blue. He stuck his hand out to shake. Blue took it warily.  

“ Don’t fret over Chainsaw over there. She’s totally harmless . I’m Gansey, one of the people living in this apartment. And you are?”

Who the hell names a raven Chainsaw? Who the hell even owns a raven as a pet? She thought to herself.

“ Blue Sargent.”

“Welcome! Would you like anything to drink? Or perhaps anything to eat?” he offered already walking to the kitchen.

“Water would be fine.”

“Top shelf!” Blue made a face at that.

Who the hell are these people?

Gansey filled up a glass with the tap water from the sink and handed it over to Blue. Then he gestured with his arm to follow him towards the couch. They both maneuvered carefully through the model of LA and sat just far enough away from each other not to make it weird. She took a sip of her water.

She watched as his face pinched together. He ran his thumb over his bottom lip. Then he looked up at her.

“I must say when I put the ad out for a new roommate, I did not expect to find a woman like yourself the only one to answer the call.”

Blue felt a surge of anger rip through her body. She slammed the glass of water on the little table and glared at Gansey, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she demanded.

Gansey cocked his head to the side, looking like a confused puppy. A moment later he seemed to realize the mistake of his words. He opened his mouth to respond before he was cut off by a loud laugh. Blue whipped around, still angry to see it was pale, tattooed man. He walked out of one of the rooms, with a beer in his hand and threw himself on the couch in between Blue and Gansey.

“Even when you try not to be a misogynistic asshole, you still manage to say misogynistic things. Way to go Dick,” he teased.

Chainsaw the Raven, then flew off her perch and landed in pale, tattooed guy’s lap. He then proceeded to pet her head softly. Gansey looked extremely troubled.

“I apologize for my wording. What I merely meant was that I just expected a man to answer. Given as in the ad I did specifically state it was three men living together.”

Pale, tattooed, man let out another bark of laughter rolling his eyes and taking a sip of beer. “Keep digging that grave.”

Blue decided she liked pale, tattooed guy just a little more.

“Ronan, please,” Gansey pleaded. Blue took just a little pity on him. He looked like a kicked puppy. And she could see it wasn’t ill-intentioned. He was just a little ignorant. And Ronan seemed to keep him in check.

“Yeah, Gansey. It’s twenty-seventeen. Just because we might get a woman suitemate doesn’t mean anything. We can peacefully co-exist!” a new voice came.

From the other side of the room, right next to the kitchen, another guy emerged. He also had pale skin, and he had bleach blonde hair that was stuck underneath a snap back turned backward. He had a Blink-182 t-shirt on and a pair of basketball shorts. When he saw Blue looking at him, he beamed like a puppy and pranced on over and sat next to her. His gray eyes were wide.

“I’m Noah. Nice to meet you! I do hope these two dopes haven’t scared you off.”

The way he seemed to be at ease with life, helped Blue just a little bit. Gansey and Ronan both had very strong, differing personalities that demanded to be shown to the world. Noah was more subtle. He leaned forward towards Blue.

“Your hair is so fluffy, can I feel it?” he asked.

Blue had to re-think her last thought regarding Noah. But in a weird way, he reminded her of a little puppy. He was completely harmless, so she nodded her consent. A soft hand petted her hair and Noah’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas. He only did it for a few seconds before sitting back on the couch.

Gansey and Ronan just looked at the interaction with their eyebrows raised. Gansey cleared his throat.

“So, Blue, what do you do?” he wondered.

“I work for a non-for-profit regarding environmental issues,” she responded. Gansey nodded like it was the most interesting thing he’s ever heard.

“Most interesting Blue Sargent. Do you still want to live here with us? I do promise it isn’t quite as bad as this first impression might have been to you. Rent will be not a problem as we split it.”

Blue heavily considered her options. It was either continuing to live on Adam’s couch in his apartment, or take her chances and live in a nice, lofty apartment, with some quirky guys in a nicer part of town. She’d take the gamble.

“Yeah, I’ll bite. Where do I sign?”

[writingintheocean]

A year ago today (June 16th) I posted the first chapter of ‘Go Slowly’. That is.....an incredible milestone knowing what I do about my habits as an author. I’m really proud of this story and especially this chapter and once again I want to thank you for sticking with it and reading and commenting and liking and reblogging and......thank you.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7216591/chapters/25077003

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Part 6

Title: A Memory

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Kurt opens his eyes as Scott screams in the bed across from him, launching himself upright and towards the window. The shutters clatter against the wall and the strains of raunchy guitar coming from the floor below them are even louder without the barrier. Kurt pulls his pillow tighter over his ears.

“TURN OFF THE GODDAMN MUSIC ALREADY!” There’s the unmistakable sound of Scott’s eyebeams mixed in with his yelling. The music continues. “WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING DAMAGE?! AAAAAAAAAGH!”

The shutters slam again and the sound deafens slightly.

Scott falls back onto his bed, glasses safely replaced. “How are we supposed to sleep? Isn’t that the point of tonight? And it’s already midnight!”

“It’s actually 11:53,” Kurt corrects him. He slinks out from underneath the covers and traces one of his scars with his nail. “Do you think Warren is okay?”

The muffled response sounds similar to “Who gives a shit”.

“I do.” There’s an involuntary clench in his throat so he backtracks. “And you should too. He’s our friend.”

Scott sits up again and swings his sock-covered feet over the side so he’s facing Kurt. “Yeah, yeah but he’s the reason Jean’s pissed at me now. I mean, if the two of them weren’t always going at it then she wouldn’t be so on edge all the time.”

“I am not so sure that is why.”

The song coming from Warren’s room changes again. Scott grabs a pillow and covers his ears with it. “When will it END?”

“Shouldn’t the Professor have done something about it by now?”

The pillow is tossed aside in exchange for hands. “They’re probably in the basement ‘researching’ or whatever.” He puts a hand over his stomach. “I don’t think I ever ate dinner.”

Kurt’s stomach echoes his observation, growling loudly. “I didn’t either.” Maybe that’s why his chest feels so empty too.

“Let’s go then. Anything’s better than laying here listening to him have a tantrum. You mind teleporting?”

Kurt shakes his head and grabs onto Scott’s proffered hand. His tail whips into view for a second and he thinks of a horror movie. They disappear, they reappear, Jubilee lets out a yelp and drops her spoon on the floor.

“Hey guys.” Ororo’s eyes glow and a small maelstrom starts up in the kitchen. Kurt shields his eyes as it levitates the spoon back up onto the table. “Nice boxers.”

“Eat my shorts, Ro.” He grins and grabs the open carton of ice cream off the counter. “What are a couple of cats like you doing up this late?”

Ororo points her spoon towards the direction of the rock music that can still be heard blasting away. “Why do you think?”

“And also we were hungry.” Jubilee steals Ororo’s bite of ice cream and laughs when she smacks her lightly. “You had a huge marshmallow! I couldn’t help myself.”

“No, you couldn’t.”

The two share a look that’s entirely lost on Kurt. “What are we going to do if we can’t sleep?” he asks. “Warren won’t keep us up all night, will he?”

“You do remember what he was like when he first got here, right?” Jubilee wipes her hand off on her penguin pajama pants. “He did this for like the whole first week.”

“While drunk.” Ororo adds.

He remembers the sleepless first week and trying desperately to both avoid and see Warren. He doesn’t remember the alcohol.

“How does he even get booze if he can’t leave the school?” Scott rummages through the fridge but comes up empty handed. “He’s not even legal.”

“You know when Mystique left? After the fight with Apocalypse? Hank took the Professor’s alcohol in case he started to drink again.” Ororo says. “And Warren told me he stole it from his lab.”

“Wasn’t Hank the one in love with her? And how are the adults here more messed up than we are?” Scott hops on the counter next to Jubilee.

“The sixties were tough.”

“The eighties are mean.”

“You know what’s worse than Warren’s thrash metal?” Jean walks in rubbing her eyes. Her pale blue nightgown is almost the same color as Kurt’s skin. “The fact that I can hear what he’s thinking while it’s playing. And it’s just the lyrics. It’s like hearing the song played over itself but half a second slower.” She pinches the bridge of her nose as Jubilee hands her a bowl of ice cream. “It’s driving me crazy.”

Jubilee pulls her hair into pigtails with two of the many scrunchies on her arm. “We just need to distract ourselves until he passes out. Then we can all sleep.”

“What are we supposed to do? Chutes and Ladders?” Scott scoffs. “There’s too many of us to play Sorry.”

“I doubt we could hear a movie since the TV room’s on the next floor.”

“What about Truth or Dare?” Jean off-handedly says.

Jubilee begins nodding frantically and jumping up and down. “I love Truth or Dare!”

Her excitement is infectious and Kurt nods with her. “That sounds like fun!”

“You’ve played before?”

“Yes, back with my family. After a good show my brother and sister would gather the rest of the kids and we would play. Mostly dares.” His grin sags a bit. “I haven’t seen them in a very long time.”

“Aww….I’m sorry Kurt.”

“Hey,” Scott hops off of the counter and slaps his hands on either side of Kurt’s face. “We’re family now. No matter what. You destroy an evil mutant god together, you die together. Okay?” He looks at the girls. “You guys too. You’re the best family I’ve got left.”

Kurt’s insides turn to mush for a second, thoughts of home replaced with the steadiness of belonging. It was…comfortable.

“Are you guys gonna play with us or makeout?”

Jean’s head snaps to glare at Jubilee for a second before returning to normal. She nods to the door. “Yeah, let’s go.”

They file out of the kitchen, following Scott. The music blares louder as the group approaches the side of the house with Warren’s room and fades again until it’s more of a dull roar coming through the walls. There’s a thrill in sneaking around with his friends, one that turns Kurt’s insides jumping. Scott cracks the door to the biology classroom and ushers them all in.

Kurt flips the light switch, blinding himself as Jean hisses his name and psychically shuts them off again.

“We’re sneaking, remember?”

“I remember. Sorry.” He sheepishly sits down next to Ororo as Scott, Jean, and Jubilee finish pushing most of the desks out of the way.

The five of them settle on the wooden floor: Jean, Scott, Jubilee, Ororo, and then Kurt. The room looks eerie with moonlight streaming in and shining off the glassware stacked underneath the windows. Kurt watches the shadow of his tail and tries to weave it through the heads of the other shadows on the floor.

“Who wants to start?” Kurt averts his eyes as Jean adjusts her dress. “No one brought a bottle or anything,” she points out.

Ororo pipes up. “We’ll just go around the circle. That person asks Truth or Dare to someone, and then the next person goes.” When no one else interrupts her, she turns to Scott. “Truth or Dare?”

His red glasses seem less harsh in the blueish darkness. “Dare.”

“I dare you to hold your glasses away from your face while still looking at the lenses.”

“Ororo!”

“What?”

“We’re playing a game, not trying to destroy the classroom!”

“Fine, then I dare you to stick your head out the window until it’s your turn again.”

Scott frowns but stands up slowly. He mutters all the way to the window before unlatching it and swinging the pane wide open. The previously muted music swells suddenly, letting in louder guitar solos than before.

“Do I have to stay out here?!”

“Close the window if you can. I don’t care much for Warren’s taste in music.”

Jean smiles and waves her hand, shutting the window on Scott’s shoulder. “Kurt, it’s your turn.”

“Oh. Right. Um…” He looks around the group. They look spookier, paler, more menacing. The music seems louder suddenly. “Jean, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Coward,” Jubilee jokes.

He thinks for a moment. “When did you get your powers?”

Her face freezes in a smile only to fall, little by little. “I saw my friend Amelia get hit by a car. When she died, I was in her head. I felt what she felt.”

He wants to take his question back.

“I was in a coma for a month or so. My parents were the ones who reached out to Xavier to see if he could somehow wake me. When he did, he told them I was a mutant. He brought me to the school, and that was that.”

Jean doesn’t stop looking at him, doesn’t even blink until Jubilee scoots into Scott’s spot to hug her shoulders. Kurt swipes at the spot of cold sweat on the back of his neck with his tail and undoes the top button of his shirt. The long sleeves and pants might not have been the best idea for tonight.

Jubilee shakes her slightly. “It’s your turn, Jeanie.”

Her gaze doesn’t shift. “Kurt, truth or dare?”

“…..Truth?”

“Why did you leave the circus?”

He leans forward, slapping his hands against the floor. How dare she! When she knows! “I did not leave! I was sold!” An itch of violence starts up in his chest and he bares his teeth. He hears Jubilee ask if it was ‘like a slave’ but he ignores it. “Someone, rich with circuses in America, bought my family’s business and said I was going to go to America. I was the best acrobat in our troupe. He said I was going to be a star, a famous mutant overseas. He drugged me, I don’t know with what.” It’s been months but he still remembers the chill of the needle in his neck. “I woke up in a box that I could not teleport out of. There was a lot of shouting and they dumped me into a fighting ring.” He points to Jean. “I told you all of this. Why would you ask me to truth it?”

He sits back. The room is almost too quiet.

“Kurt, is all that true?” Jubilee’s eyes are shinier than normal. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

Scott shouts and yanks his head back inside as a body crashes into the window. He scuttles backwards as their feet slip for a moment before finally steading on the ledge. Kurt watches in horror as they drag themselves inside before shifting a massive pair of wings through the same gap.

Kurt stares in shock as Warren jumps over Scott and grabs him by the chin roughly, trying to steady himself, and then much more gently.

“I am going to murder every last one of those fucks, I fucking swear.” Angel’s voice is heavy with disdain and the scent of vodka. He takes a swig from the bottle he’s holding and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before crouching down.

Kurt grabs onto him instinctively, half worried he’ll topple over. He realizes the music that they were all speaking so loudly over has stopped.

“I am so fucking sorry about that night, you gotta believe me. You’re an incredible fighter and it’s a fucking honor to watch you kick my ass. And I’m an asshole for calling you an alien, you’re fucking beautiful.” He stands back up with a loopy smile and finally seems to notice the rest of the people in the room. He waves.

Kurt’s eyes remain wide as he tries to dislodge his heart from his throat.

“Hi Warren,” Ororo waves back and stands up to help him sit. “That your second bottle?”

“Hell yeah.” Before he can drink again, the bottle floats out of his hands and clatters into the sink. “Jean you bitch!” He tries to stand again but abandons the idea halfway up. “Fuck, I haven’t drunk in awhile.”

“Does this mean we can finally sleep?” Scott takes the final empty spot between Jubilee and Warren and spreads his legs out, stretching his feet as far into the center as possible.

“I just got here, you punk.”

He stares at him for a second. “We were only in here because of your obnoxious music. Which was supposed to be across the mansion anyway.”

“I got locked out of my room by the….Peter. Threatened to give me detention if I didn’t move as far away as possible.” Warren stretches his wings out on either side, enveloping Scott and Ororo before fanning out. “I’d say this is pretty far. Can I join in?”

Scott rubs his hands together. “Sure. It’s my turn anyway. And since we’re dropping bombs: Jean. Truth or dare?”

“You know I can tell what you’re thinking. I know what you want to ask and I pick dare.”

“I dare you to tell me why you’re been so pissed at me.”

Kurt strips his gaze from Angel’s gorgeously inebriated face to watch the implosion of Jean and Scott’s relationship.

“That doesn’t count as a dare, Scott.”

“It does because you won’t tell me otherwise.”

“Scott—”

“Come on Jean. I know you think I’m overprotective. I know that. But you levitated in the middle of a battlefield! You burned the guy even Xavier couldn’t take down out of existence!”

Jean closes her mouth.

“And then you keep doing crazy stuff like ignoring the fact that I’m worried when you were in Cerebro and I just……I just want you to tell me.” he finishes lamely.

Jean’s hair is fiery, somehow sunny in the moonlight. Kurt can feel waves of heat coming off her and promises to wear a t-shirt to sleep in from now on.

“I told you: I can feel everything. All the time. You think I don’t know that you stare at Jennifer’s chest in English? Or how you and Michelle always giggle about the “drama” your partners cause?” Jean’s eyes are glowing at this point. An orange aura envelops her as she switches from sitting to kneeling. “And god forbid I know about how often you think about Warren, when we’re on a date or doing homework or kissing, for christ’s sake!”

Warren’s face becomes a little sharper at this mention, gaping openly at Scott. “You think I’m hot?” He rubs a hand against his forehead. “I was mocking the wrong half of that partnership.”

As opposed to Jean’s confrontational stance, Scott has curled up tightly. His arms are locked around his legs, acting as a barrier between him and Jean. “How- how long have you….?”

Jean sits back on her heels. The light coming off her dims. “Since he got here, Scott.” The light goes out.

The six of them sit in darkness. Kurt’s tail has long since drooped onto the floor. They were supposed to be playing a game. This was supposed to be fun. Now, his head just hurts.

Scott crawls across the floor in front of Jubilee and takes one of Jean’s hands in his own. “I’m not dating any of them though, am I? I’m dating you.”

Kurt averts his eyes again. This is even more private than Jean almost flashing him.

“You’re the most incredible girl I’ve ever met, Jean. Freaky mind powers and all. And I’m sorry for the stuff you see in my head. It doesn’t exactly keep up with how my heart feels.” He smiles. “You’re my girl, Jean Grey. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

Jean’s face scrunches up and a tear runs down her face. “You’re mine too, laserface.”

There’s a calm moment when they hug. It lasts a beat or two until the awkwardness grows. Kurt glances past Ororo to Warren. Ororo was probably going to hug Jubilee, so should he hug Warren? Heat creeps into his face. He wouldn’t mind hugging him.

Jubilee claps loudly once, twice after that. “Can I go? You two are hogging all the attention.”

They break apart, Scott using the sleeve of his t-shirt to awkwardly wipe away her tears. “I’m crying too but if I take off the goggles I destroy this place so you’ll have to take my word for it.”

“Myyyyyy tuuuuuuuuuuuuurn.” Jubilee pouts and moves over to give Scott space on his new side of the circle. “Okay so I’ve had this in my head since we watched The Breakfast Club: who’s a virgin?”

Kurt raises his hand. “I am.”

Scott looks him up and down. “No way, a ladykiller like you?” He laughs.

Jean rolls her eyes and gives his hand a squeeze. “Scott and I both are.”

Ororo shakes her head. “Pass. That’s not even a fair question.”

“Orooooooroooooooooooo.” Jubilee sighs in defeat. “You guys are no fun.”

“You’re not even supposed to ask group questions.”

“I thought it would be iconic!”

“Okay so I’m sixteen and that summer my dad hires a new assistant.” Warren starts.

Kurt whips his head back so quickly it hurts. His tail coils near his spine as he waits, rapt with attention like the rest of them.

“She’s a newly minted college graduate who’s just grateful for the salary but because Dad is who he is, I end up spending a LOT of time with her. And she’s not too highbrow to not flirt with the Boss’ Hot Mutant Son, thankfully. Anyway, Mister Worthington II walks in on us getting hot and heavy in his office a couple months in and she’s fired on the spot. I get grounded, and Dad hires a new assistant named Jason to cutoff any more trysts.” Angel pauses and grins. “Of course he bent me over a desk three weeks later but that’s nothing.”

Ororo throws her head back and roars with laughter. Kurt’s lungs suck in a breath of air and refuse to let go.

“You were sixteen?” Jean asks, shocked. “How old was this guy?”

“Only like 28 or something. He got fired like a week later for something else and it’s not like we were doing a lot of bonding.”

“Doesn’t that gross you out? He was 12 years older than you were.”

Warren waves her questions off and gestures to Jubilee. “That wasn’t the point. I was just answering her question.”

Jubilee’s head is in her hands, groaning. “I have made a mistake.”

Kurt finally exhales to the relief of his ribcage.

Ororo stands. “I pass on my turn. I’m going to bed.” She offers Jubilee a hand and pulls her to her feet. “Too much drama.”

“That was a classic retelling of the first time I got some and you’re just going to leave?”

Scott gestures to the group. “Oh come on,, at least take your turn.”

“I dare you all to go to bed. Especially you,” she points to Warren. “Sleep it off. You can complain in the morning.”

“This was a terrible idea,” Scott sighs. “What time is it even?”

Jubilee points to the clock above the door. “3 AM.”

Everyone stands, Kurt helping Warren up and barely preventing him from crushing him. He looks from the classroom door to the window Angel originally appeared from. Neither are great options for maneuvering a wasted, winged mutant through.

“Hey Jean?”

“Yeah Kurt?” She looks up from moving the desks back.

“I’m going to take Warren to his room. It is probably the easiest option at this point.” To illustrate his point, Angel throws an arm around his neck and leans hard on his shoulder.

She nods, a small smile grazing her face. “Goodnight you guys.”

“See you at the room!” Scott waves them off.

“Goodnight Ororo! Goodnight Jubilee!” Kurt waves with his tail as they exit and bamfs straight to Warren’s room.

For a guy who did laundry less than 2 weeks ago, there’s an alarming amount of clothes littered around his room. Kurt helps him to his bed, carefully stepping over all the discarded boxers and shirts and making sure Angel doesn’t slip on anything. Warren collapses on the bed face first, one of his wings sliding over Kurt’s head in a flurry.

He brushes his hair back and absentmindedly runs the other through Angel’s curls. He looks like he did during the cage fight, hair wise. But now he’s not snarling, not coaxing him to fight, not swinging those deadly talons at him.

“You always give me quite a fright, Schatz.” The word slips out before he can stop it. He doesn’t want to stop it. “I don’t know what to make of you.”

Kurt snatches his hand away as Warren jerks, mumbles something before dragging the rest of his body on the bed. His hand finds its way to Kurt’s, running his thumb over each of his three fingers before falling limp again. He can hear his pulse in his ears, can feel the breathlessness in his chest. It would be so easy to just fall asleep here, to call it an accident and explain it away in the morning. To curl up in bed with this incredible man and just hold him. Just for the night.

He teleports back to his own room. He undoes the rest of the buttons on his shirt and drops it on his chair before climbing under the covers. He wonders if Warren usually sleeps in a shirt.

He lets sleep take him.

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How Can Someone Love Me?: Raph's Love Story

Chapter 4: Stella's Pov... It has been a few weeks since the Hamato family has allowed me to become apart of their lives. They have become very dear and near to my heart each time we do something together, whether it is going on patrols, having adventures here and there, or just enjoying each other's company in the lair having family time. That is the time I love most, because it was like part of my old life was returned to me again of having a family. Master Splinter, whom is now my teacher with him now training me in Ninjitsu, we spend our time meditating and watching his favorite soap operas on TV. I now consider him a second father to me. Donnie has me now help him out with some of his inventions he working on in the warehouse and I have been showing him more efficient ways of how to complete tasks from the knowledge given to me by my cousin, who was an inventor like him. Mikey who can be quite the card, he is very laid back and at times is very energetic when we do anything together like a typical brother and sister. We sometimes play video games, watch movies, and sometimes play a few pranks on the boys which always brings a good laugh for everyone. Leo is like the brother I never had, he shows me ways of how to improve my katas in Ninjitsu or we just have nice conversations while drinking green tea. As for Raph, you could say I love spending time with him the most of all. He has helped me become stronger than what I was before. He makes a great sparring partner for me and we train and exercise together, improving our skills for patrol when we run into enemies. What really makes me surprised is, he doesn't seem to get angry that much anymore when we around each other. If Mikey teases him, he has started to control his anger and learned to let it go. Occasionally I have to do my powers on him, but it was a steady improvement. Our relationship has become stronger with each passing day we spend with each other and my feelings for him become more and more clear, and I could not be any happier knowing that he actually cared and saved me from a despairing life. Raph, I think is like a plaster, when he saved me and from helping me overcome my fear and helping me recover, he's healing the broken cracks in my heart, mending it back together again. He has been the person I have been waiting for a long time and I could not ask for someone better than him. It was a quiet afternoon in the lair and I am starting to wake up from a nap, after doing some chores around the lair. I stretched out my arm and fluttered my eyes open waking up in my very own room. The boys didn't want me to sleep every night on the sofa, so they cleared out a storage room and transformed it into a bedroom for me. I was able to decorate it, to my likings, as it really made me feel right at home. My bedroom was the same size as the boys bedrooms, but I had it on the bottom floor, which I didn't really mind. It was closer to the kitchen, which was great for me since I do get up at times in the night to get a drink of water without disturbing anyone. The boys helped me find the things I needed in order for me to complete my bedroom and I was laying on top of one of those things. It was my big queen size bed with white silk covers and green, blue and brown stripped pillows. I pushed aside my green blanket that lays over my bed off of me as I sat up smiling with content from having another great sleep. In one corner of my room I had a dark blue cushioned chair with two blue silk pillows on top of it with two white window frames above it, with a teal vase on one and a purple iris plant on another. I had a light blue and dark blue stripped rug in front of my bed with two large diamond pattern beanbags on the left side of it. I had a huge painting of a flower garden on the wall and a white dresser underneath it with my makeup, hair and jewelry stands on top of it. I reached beside me as I turned on my white lamp with my crystal purple horse figurine on its hind legs and my drawing pad and my pen, to bring light into the room. I slid off my bed as I went to my mirror on my dresser and I grabbed my hairbrush brushing out my tangled hair. I softly let it down naturally as I fixed my white tank top and smoothed out my black sweatpants. But just then when I thought it would stay quiet I heard screaming and yelling. "Dude you should see your face right now! You look ridiculous!", a voice said "You are just too easy to prank dude!" "Okay Mikey, I'm about to play a prank on you and it's going to involve you picking all your teeth off the floor!", another voice yelled "Oh no, not again", I said, quickly running out of my room I opened the door and sure enough it was Mikey at it again with Raph. I barely had time to step back into my room as Mikey shoved into me running past me, before Raph could of pushed me down to the ground as he was close behind him. Raph chased Mikey around the couch as Mikey kept circling around him, staying out of reach as he laughed like a little kid. Raph growled as he tried to fly across the couch only for Mikey to flip out of reach as he fell to the floor with a hard crash. "Oh god", I said, covering my mouth with my hand, thinking he might be hurt Luckily Raph got to his feet but he was panting hard. "I win, you lose, now you got a big fat bruise!", Mikey said as he held himself up by his arm on a handstand, before flipping up to his feet "You guys? What's going on?", I asked, as I quickly ran over I saw Raph suddenly shot up and he looked around desperately for something. He then grabbed a box near Don's work desk and put it on his head. "Raph, Mikey, what happened?", I asked, walking over "It's nothing Luna, don't worry about it", Raph said, looking away quickly I then got a look of concern. "Raph, why do you have a box on your head?", I asked "Nothing", he said, shaking his head "Why not show your girlfriend Raphie?", Mikey said, in a teasing menacing voice with a smirk "Show her my masterpiece, unless you are afraid" He then started making chicken noises as I heard Raph grunt in frustration and sadness. I started to feel sorry for him as I saw him look away crossing his arms, scrunching up as Mikey continued on with the chicken noises. I then got a serious face as I looked towards Mikey as he did a chicken dance. "Mikey, that's enough!", I said He suddenly stopped as he stepped back a bit in fright. I wasn't showing anger towards him, I was just being firm. I knew if my temper rose, it would only make the situation worse than it needed to be. "Stop that teasing, it's not right", I said, firmly He stood there, like a child trying to look innocent after being caught with their hand in the cookie jar, grinning nervously. I gave him a serious look, making him then frown going silent. I then turned my attention back towards Raph as I placed my hand on his arm. "Raph, show me what he did to you", I said, looking up at him He looked at me uneasily as he still had his face covered with the box. "Well...alright, but don't laugh at me", he said "I won't laugh at you", I said, shaking my head "I promise" I waited for a few moments as I looked at him, showing him I was telling the truth. "Okay, okay", he said He then took the box off his head and uncovered his face as it turns out it was drawn on like a toddler scribbling on the walls. His whole face was covered in black marker with scribbles, drawn on eyebrows, mustache and goatee, and even a message on top of his forehead saying, 'Mikey was here'. "Oh my", I said, surprised "I know I look ridiculous", he said, looking away "No you don't", I said, concerned "Well Mikey said so", he said, pointing towards him I then turned towards him giving a firm look as he laughed nervously. "Did I say that dude?", he asked "Yes, and you laughed and snapped a photo on your phone of it", Raph said, nodding "How could you?", I asked, crossing my arms "I was only playing jeez, he always has to be a hothead about everything", Mikey said, annoyed Raph then growled loudly like a bull, and went running fast towards Mikey yelling as Mikey screamed, running off. I then grabbed Raph's hand as I spun him back around and I hugged him tightly to me, as my power released in a huge quantity. My glowing eyes looked up to him as he panted hard, looking at me with aggression and fire in his eyes. "Shhhhhh Raphael, easy, breathe okay", I said, softly He continued to pant hard, but it started slowing down as my power began to work on him. He then collapsed on his knees against me, holding on to me. I stroked the back of his head and shell gently, easing the last bit of tension that he had inside of him. He then let out a long breath of relief, as his breathing began to steady to a normal rate. "Are you okay?", I asked "Yeah, yeah thanks", he said, nodding I then got up to my feet, pulling him up with me. "Here sit down for a moment", I said, pushing him towards the couch He then sat down relaxing from his outburst. I then turned my attention towards Mikey. "Mikey, that was not very nice of you to say that to him", I said "Stella you haven't been around him like I have, if you were in my shoes, you would know exactly what its like living with him", he said "That's not an excuse Mikey", I said, shaking my head crossing my arms "You shouldn't call your brother that, it's wrong, and most of all its hurtful. It would be the same way if someone called you something that would hurt you too" He then looked down ashamed. "Now I want you to apologize to him", I said "Sorry Raph", he said, softly "Excuse me?", I said, not hearing him well "I'm sorry Raph", he said, louder in a bit of a whiny voice "Good, now you need to delete that photo of him", I said "Stella!", he said, whining "Now", I said, seriously "Okay, fine", he said, in a defeating tone He took out his phone and he did a few taps on his phone and showed me the verification of the photo being deleted, by the image being thrown in the trash bin. "Good you may go on", I said, nodding He then walked away slowly as I walked back towards Raphael, sitting on the couch with his face in his hands. "Raph?", I said, softly He didn't look up from me as I sat down in front of him on the coffee table. "Raph, are you okay?", I asked, gently Finally he looked up at me, and what shocked me is that he had tears in his eyes. "I can't do this anymore Stella", he said, with a hurting voice "Hey hey hey, easy now, talk to me", I said, gently getting on my knees in front of him "Tell me what's wrong" "Everything", he said, shaking his head "What do you mean everything?", I asked "Tell me" "Life in the dark, my appearance, constantly stuck in the same spot day in and day out!", he said, angrily "Shhhh, Raphael easy", I said, soothingly "Calm down" "I just can't take it anymore", he said, putting his face in his hands "Raphael, it's going to be okay", I said, rubbing his shoulder "It's going to be okay" "What's wrong with me Stella?", he asked "Nothing is wrong with you", I said "Let me ask you something, are you angry just because of those things you told me? Or is it something more that you are not telling me?" He nodded. "Which one is it?", I asked "There is something more", he said, mumbling "What is it?", I asked "You can tell me" "My feelings", he said, softly "What about your feelings?", I asked "I hide them with anger", he said "Why do you do that?", I asked, stroking his shoulder "Because no one will understand me", he said, shaking his head "I always show anger, because I'm hiding my real feelings, because I know no one will understand and they will tease me for it" That was just heartbreaking to hear those words come out of his mouth. On the outside of his angry aggressive exterior, there is really someone deep inside who is just looking for someone to listen and to understand him. "Raph, do you hide your feelings because you don't think no one is going to understand you and that you might be turned away?", I asked "Is that why you are angry all the time, so you don't show what you are feeling inside?" He nodded, looking up at me. "Raph, you don't ever have to do that around me, I am willing to listen to you and you don't have to hide your feelings from me", I said "I'm not going to shun or turn you away for it, okay?" He nodded in understanding, as I hugged him to me as he hugged me around my shoulders and he laid his head on my shoulder. "Do you feel better now?", I asked "Now that you had let it out?" "A little", he said, quietly I gave him a squeeze as I smiled thinking of an idea. "Here I think I know what we can do to make it better", I said "How?", he asked, looking up at me "Come with me", I said, getting up He slowly got up and followed behind me. I walked towards the meditation room as I opened the doors, heading inside. As Raph came in behind me, I closed the doors behind me. I took a candle and I lit it with a match as I put it on a candle holder. I set it in the middle of the room as I walked over towards the wall and grabbed a rolled up mat and spread it out in front of Raph. "Lay down", I said, looking at him "What for?", he asked "You will see, just lay down", I said He got down on his hands and knees, and he laid down on his shell looking up to the ceiling. "So what exactly are we doing?", he asked "We are going to be doing a type of meditation, but you don't think you just lay there", I said "This is going to help you relax, it will bring stability and serenity to your mind" "I don't know if meditation is going to help Stella, I'm not the meditating type", he said I giggled. "It will help, believe me", I said "Just close your eyes" He slowly closed your eyes as I took out my phone from my hoodie and I searched online and found the sounds of the sea. I played it as we began to hear the soft sounds of waves crashing down on the shore and the sounds of gulls squawking. "Lay still and just let your mind drift", I said, as I blew out the candle making the whole room go dark "Breath slowly, and release everything on your mind", I said, softly As the sounds continued to play, I sat down beside Raph as I heard him breathe softly in and out. But I could sense he was still tense. I placed my hand on top of his chest gently and I released a small dose of my power over his body. He began to glow a very soft light blue as I could sense he was starting to relax. "Imagine yourself floating on a boat, in the middle of the ocean, the waves are slowly rocking you back and forth", I said, quietly He let out a quiet breath as I could feel more tension release from his body. I knew that this was working. "Relax everything", I said, softly "Relax your shoulder, your arms, your hands, your legs, your feet, and your toes. Just let you mind fall into a deep state of rest" Raph's body soon then began to fully relax, his muscles softened and his heart rate was at a relaxed pace. "Feel a chill run up all the way up from your feet all the way up to your head", I said, gently I then felt him shiver slightly, as if by coincidence he had gotten that chill up his body. He then let out another soft breath of content and relaxation. I smiled seeing him looking at peace and that all the aggression had left, finally leaving him alone. As soon as the music had stopped with one final wave crashing, my hand left his chest as the glow around him began to dim. His hazel eyes began to flutter open, that were now calm and settled. "How are you feeling?", I asked, softly "I feel really...different", he said, as he slowly sat up "This form of meditation is taught to help those who seek out release from stress", I said "And I thought this would help you relax" "It really did actually, I actually feel...good", he said, nodding "I told you it would work", I said, giggling "I guess I really needed this, this really did help me Stella", he said, with a soft smile "It's my pleasure, I am glad I can help", I said "Can we do it again more? This really feels nice", he said "Of course we can, whenever you need it I'll be there to guide you to help you relax", I said, smiling "Just remember when you need to let out your feelings Raph, don't hide them, come to me and we can talk about it, okay?" He nodded smiling, actually looking happy. "Okay", he said I smiled. "Why don't we go get that graffiti off of your face?", I said "Yeah and, after this, I should probably go to Mikey and apologize for snapping at him", he said "I think that would be a good thing to do", I said, smiling "I am proud of you for that" He smiled more as I walked over to him, and I offered him my hand. He took my hand gently getting up to his feet. Surprisingly, he suddenly gave me a hug as I smiled hugging him back. "Thanks Stella", he said "Of course Raphael", I said, smiling "You are welcome" He gave me a squeeze around my body as I blushed red in my cheeks, feeling butterflies fly around in my stomach. "Come on", I said, pulling away I then started walking out of the meditation room with Raph close behind me. I smiled thinking that I am finding a way to get close to him and I was changing the way he can deal with his anger, without using violence. I think now I was helping Raph move into a different direction to happier life. I then lead him towards the kitchen. "Just sit and I'll be right back", I said He went and sat down at one of the dinning room chairs as I went into the kitchen and grabbed a towel from the rack as I turned on the faucet, letting warm water soak it. I squeezed the remaining water of it as I came back towards Raph. "Now let's get that off of you", I said He chuckled slightly blushing a bit in his cheeks. I smiled as I began to work on his cheek, smearing gently the towel over the marker, to try and wipe it off. "So were you like a meditation instructor or something before you came here?", he asked "You kind of remind me of how Leo sometimes watches meditation instructor videos online" "Oh no, my aunt had taught me the meditation when she had visited China during her vacation a few years ago", I said, wiping his forehead with the towel "She took me into the forest where I live in and taught me how to become one with nature, like we what we did" "So you actually lived in a forest?", he asked "Yes exactly, it's actually quite beautiful to live in", I said "What's it like?", he asked I smiled. "Honestly, you feel free. You don't worry about anything, you can just be yourself. I spent a lot of times exploring wherever I can go and I can just be happy and free, like a bird flying through the air", I said "Always wanting to know what else could be out there that you haven't gone beyond" "That sounds really nice", he said "It was", I said, wiping around his cheek "Those were really good memories, if I could, I would go back and relive them over and over again" "Have you ever thought of going back?", he asked "I have often thought about it, but, from what happened, I think it would be hard to see everything different this time", I said, softly "My quiet cottage, my dad's restaurant, and going to seasonal festivals in the village" "Sounds like you had quite a life", he said "I did", I said, smiling a little "It was a good one, until that one moment where I lost everything" I frowned as I sighed softly, rethinking of all those great times I had back at home in Bavaria with my family and how I can never see a future with them anymore. I looked away slightly from Raph as I then felt his hand go on my shoulder. I looked slowly back towards him. "Stella you don't have to worry about what happened in the past anymore, we are going to make your life happy again, okay?", he said, giving me a reassuring look I smiled and nodded. "Thank you", I said He then looked down slightly. "That's a nice necklace you have", he said "Oh thank you, it was my mothers", I said, holding it gently "She gave it to me when I turned ten, she told me that if anything ever happened to her, this would always be a piece of her that I would always have" "So its like the only thing you have left of her?", he asked "Yes", I said, nodding "There is more out there, but I have to go find it, but right now what really matters is that I get my life back in order first" "That's always a good start", he said, smiling I smiled. "Here let's finish cleaning that up", I said, grabbing the towel again "Yeah, let's do that", he said, with a slight chuckle I giggled as I continued to clean up the marker from Raph's face gently as the ink started to come off easily and on to the rag. Soon Raph's face was clear from marker, revealing his dark green face again and all the graffiti was now smeared spots on the towel. "There all done", I said, getting one last spot on his snout "You got everything?", he asked "Got the 'Mikey was here'?" "Yes I am sure of it", I said, giggling "Not a trace of marker anywhere" "Good, I didn't want to look like a dork on going out tonight", he said "Oh yes, that's right", I said, remembering about our date "Were you able to find a place tonight?" "As a matter of fact I did", he said, nodding "Well I certainly can't wait to see it", I said, smiling "Meet me in the tunnel in about an hour, I got to finish up a couple things first", he said "Alright then, I'll see you there", I said, with a smile He smiled and he stood up, giving my shoulder a few squeezes as I looked back at him smiling. I then sighed dreamily, just watching him walk away. My goodness he is so handsome, how can anyone look at him different than what I do? After Raph left the lair, I started to get ready for my date with him. I took a shower downstairs in the bathroom and I wrapped my hair up in a towel drying it as I went over to the mirror. I did a quick brushing of my teeth, washed my face and did a bit of plucking to my eyebrows with a pair of tweezers. I then let my damp hair down from the towel as I started brushing it out, making it nice and smooth, into a braid beside the left side of my head. I combed my bangs over my forehead, giving them a little bit of a pop to them, to stand out. I then began to do my makeup, by first applying light foundation to my skin. I applied dark red blush to my cheeks and smeared on dark black eyeshadow over my eyes. I then put on black mascara over both my upper and lower eyelashes, making my eyes pop. Lastly I brushed on some red sparkle lip gloss to my lips as it shimmered in the light. I then hooked my towel on the hook as I started to get dress for the evening. I had my outfit ready on a stool next to the sink folded up neatly in a pile. I slipped on a loose black and white tank while putting on a dark red coat over it with white cuffs at the end of it. I got into dark skinny black jeans and I sat down on the stool, and I strapped on beautifully lace wedge heels, with little soft velvet black roses on the top. I then stood up as I sprayed on some jasmine and lavender perfume on my neck and both of my wrists. I gave a smile to the mirror, happy how I looked and I walked out of the bathroom, shutting out the light. I then noticed the boys were hanging out in the living room as I walked quietly over. "Guys do I look okay?", I asked They turned to me as I held my hands, interlocking my fingers together as I smiled shyly, waiting for their reactions. Luckily there smiles growing on their faces answered my question. "It's like I have died and see an angel!", Mikey said, with wide eyes and a huge smile I giggled and blushed covering my mouth, with my hand. "Nice outfit Luna", Don said, giving me a thumbs up "Thank you", I said, looking down at it smiling "I tried to do what best I could do, obviously I have never been on a date before" "Raph will love seeing you in this Stella", Leo said, with a smile, placing his hand on my shoulder "Thanks Leo", I said, with a smile up to him I then noticed that the lair was quiet as a mouse and there was no sign of Raph anywhere. "Did he come down here yet? It's a little past eight", I asked, checking my phone "Oh he did, he just wanted you to meet him outside the lair", Don said I then got a little bit of a surprised and yet confused look on my face. "Oh, well, alright then", I said, putting my phone back in my pocket "I guess I will see you boys later than" "Be careful out there", Don said "Don't worry I will be, and if anything happens, I'll be sure to let you all know", I said "I have my shell cell with me" "Don't stay out too late kiddies", Mikey said, with a teasing look I giggled blushing embarrassed, as I started walking out. "Funny, but we won't", I said "Goodnight" "Goodnight Stella, have a good time", Leo said "Thank you, see you later", I said, waving a bit Once I had left the boys, I made my way out of the lair as I exited out the entrance. I expected Raph outside waiting for me, but he was nowhere in sight. Nothing but the dripping sounds of water coming down from the slightly cracked pipes. "Raphael?", I said I looked around confused as I didn't see him anywhere. I started to walk down one way down the tunnel, but then I heard a thud behind me. "Stella", a voice said I suddenly whipped back around gasping softly, but to my relief it was only Raph as he came down from a manhole cover. My eyes nearly pop out of my head as I saw Raphael stand in front of me. From the open manhole cover letting the glowing moonlight fill inside, showed Raph's true beauty. His red eye mask was neatly tied on, looking recently ironed, and his dark green skin shined from being freshly washed. In his right hand he had a bouquet of red roses wrapped together with a red ribbon that shimmered. "Wow, you look great", he said, smiling I smiled blushing a little, as I covered my face slightly. "You don't look too bad yourself", I said, walking up to him "I got these for you", he said, holding the flowers out to me "Oh they are beautiful", I said, taking in the sweet scent as I took them gently from him "You didn't want to say goodbye to your brothers?" "I wanted to meet you out here, since I know for a fact Mikey would of teased me like he has been doing today, I just didn't want to snap again", he said, uneasily looking away I placed my hand on his arm as he looked back at me, and I gave him a reassuring smile. "You don't need to worry about that Raphael, I'm happy that you didn't want what happened earlier happen again, believe me I didn't either. Next time let me talk to him about that, okay?", I said He nodded smiling a little. "Good", I said, with a smile "I hope you will like where I picked, I tried to find somewhere nice but also where I wouldn't be spotted", he said "Raphael you don't have to worry about that, I'm not a picky type", I said "It doesn't matter where we are, all that matters is we have a good time together" "Thanks for understanding", he said "It no worries", I said, smiling "So where is this place exactly?" "It's just right above us, come on", he said, nodding his head towards the tunnel I followed beside him as we walked side by side down the lightly dimmed tunnel. We came up towards a ladder and Raphael started climbing up the ladder pushing over the manhole cover, climbing out. I climbed up behind him as he then offered me his hand to help me, which I gladly accepted. "So where exactly are we going?", I asked "That is for us to know, and for us to find out", Raph said He offered his hand to me as I smiled taking it as he lead me out of the alley. He looked out making sure no one was looking as we then walked across the street towards Central Park. I got a look of curiosity of what might me in store as he lead me deeper and deeper into the park. There was a light breeze out the blew gently against the trees, the sky was a bit cloudy out but not too much to block the beautiful glowing white moon and diamond like stars surrounding it. Raph lead me to a thick part of Central Park where it was more trees surrounding us, a perfect place to be without being seen. As we turned a corner around a tree, I gasped in surprise taking in the beautiful scenery in front of me. Underneath a pair of oak trees was a black metal table, with a white table cloth over it, and chairs, with dark green cushions, with a lighted candle right in the middle of it with plates of schnitzel and a garden salad. In the trees were soft glowing firefly like lights hanging low around the table. The spot was like an island paradise seeing it was near the pond and a bridge leading right towards it. I looked at Raph with wide eyes and my smile widens, unable to say anything. "Here, allow me", he said, gently He lead me over the bridge like a prince guiding his princess to a happily ever after. He then lead me towards the table as he pulled a chair out for me as I sat down. "Raph this is beautiful! I can't believe you put all of this together! It's beyond what I thought I would of seen!", I said, happily "You did amazing!" "Thanks, I tried making it the best I could without making too much of a scene you know", he said, shyly sitting beside me "But I am glad that you like it, I know its kind of last minute, but I wanted to make it special for you, cause you deserve it" "Oh Raph, you are so sweet!", I said, hugging him around his neck as I kissed his cheek His whole face turned red as he rubbed his cheek shyly. "I don't know what to say", I said, as I sat back He then placed his hand on top of mine as I looked at his hand, entangling with mine. I then looked up towards him. "You don't need to, just having you here, with me, is more than anything I want right now", he said He then pulled out two champagne glasses from behind him as he placed them in front of us. "Hope you are hungry", he said, as he popped open a bottle of sparkling water "Of course, this looks really delicious", I said, looking at my plate I then took my fork and knife as I made a small cut in the schnitzel as I took a bite and I smiled happily. "Mmmmmm, this is amazing!", I said "Really? April tried showing me how to do it, but apparently I'm not the best at culinary arts", he said, taking a bite "Well all I can say is that you defiantly out did yourself", I said, smiling as I continued to eat "This is the best schnitzel I ever had" I took a few sips of water before I set my glass back down. "So Luna, I remember you telling me that your dad own a restaurant back in Bavaria", he said "Yes, he was the found and owner of it", I said, nodding taking a bite of my salad "It was one of the most popular restaurants in all of Bavaria, he kept it going for 30 years" "Wow, it must of been a real success", he said, taking a sip of water "It was, my mother and I visited the place often, we never had to pay for our meals", I said "He gave us our own little place in the restaurant that no one else can go to" "Like your own VIP?", he asked, with a chuckle I giggled. "Yes, like that", I said "It was out on the lanai, where you would have a beautiful view of the forest surrounding the village, over the river where my dad and I would skip rocks to see who could go the farthest" "You actually can do that?", he asked, surprised "With a lot of practice you can", I said, nodding "It does take time, but its worth it, one time when I first tried it out I ended up hitting it against the bank and it came bouncing back towards me and land in the water splashing me" He chuckled, laughing a little. "You never know what mother nature throws back at you", he said I laughed. "Oh yes, tell me about it, I have had many experiences with that", I said, as I take another bite of schnitzel "What about you Raph? What was it like growing up in the sewers and becoming a ninja?" "Well, it's not really a life that I thought I would of have, I always thought I would be just a pet of someone", he said "Live out my life in a bowl or tank" "But it looks like a different route was given to you and you became an incredible fighter", I said He smiled. "Thanks, it does do good when you need to know how to protect yourself from a city of enemies", he said "So was it hard to earn the sai's that you have?", I asked, pointing to one as I took a bite of salad "It wasn't that hard but it wasn't easy, so somewhere in between. Splinter gave them to me when I turned fifteen", he said, pulling out one spinning it "Oh so not too long ago", I said, smiling "We were given like wooden and foam weapons to start with as kids before we moved on to the real deal, he gave them to me because I am the defender of the team and that I fight for others as well as myself", he said, putting it back in his belt "Well that clearly pictures who you really are", I said, nodding in agreement "One who cares about others and fights for the ones he loves" He smiled towards me as I gave him a gentle smile in return. As soon as the night began to progress, through all of our talking and laughing, I learned so much about Raphael. He was actually really caring and loving. I can't believe that he was actually hiding these feelings from his family, all I know is that they would certainly love this attitude he had right now. It's unbelievable that anyone can think of him or the other family members as freaks or monsters, always shunned for trying to do good but get treated like every different one gets treated, with no respect and appreciation. No one should be treated like that for trying to do good for one's safety and protection. From that experience of probably happening to him many times, it has turned him more strained and reclusive. But now I think its turned around with me helping him through his feelings and teaching that there is happiness out there, you just got to find it. He really is changing from someone who is so angry and misunderstood inside, to happy and understood. That is something that I admire about him the most, he was actually trying to make a difference in his behavior and change. To try to get happy and become a more confident, stronger person. It makes me fall for him even more. We stayed out till the full moon was high up in the middle of the sky and the clouds were starting to block its glow. I then thought of an idea as it started to get darker with the candles burning out now. I then stood up as I finished my last sip of water wiping my lips with my napkin. "Where are you going?", Raph asked, confused "Come with me", I said, looking back at him I then walked down the hill going towards the edge of the pond. Raph came running quickly behind me as he skidded to a halt and stopped beside me. "It's so dark out", I said, looking around "Yeah, it's way dark out, it looks like its getting really cloudy out", he said, looking up to dark cloudy sky "Well I think I know what we can do to make it light", I said I then hold out my hand as I let my eyes glow releasing energy through my hand to create an orb in my hand. It floated up in the air as it then began to move around us as I moved it with my hand movements as it glowed beautifully. "Wow!", he said "Here, take it", I said, holding it out in front of him He took it into his fingers holding it as I formed another orb in my hand. "Throw yours on the count of three", I said "One, two, three!" We both threw our orbs out across the pond as they flew across the pond, making small waves in the water as it they then flew up in the air and began to circle around each other, picking up speed with each revolution they did. Soon you couldn't see the orbs anymore except for a bright blue light as the orbs move closer together. "What is happening?", Raph asked "Wait for it", I said As the orbs spun faster and faster, the orbs exploded causing a shower of blue stars to slowly sprinkle down surrounding us. Raph looked at it amazed the stars began to rain down on the both of us. "I had been practicing that move for a long time, and I knew that you would of love it", I said, looking at him "And I do", he said, looking at me with a smile As we looked at each other with the stars still surrounding us both, it was almost like we were in fairytale, a romantic love story and right there is my handsome prince just inches from me. My heart is fluttering with so much joy as we slowly made our ways closer towards each other, till we were barely just touching chests. Raph looked happy. He looked the happiest I have seen in since I moved in. That angry miserable turtle I saw just a few weeks ago, was now in the past. "Luna, I have something I want to tell you", he said "It's been hard to hold it in for this long and I feel like its time, like you tell me to do, to finally let it go" "What is it?", I asked, softly Just as Raph was about to open his mouth, a loud bang shook the ground. We both looked up and a huge bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and a huge crash of thunder shook the ground again. Rain drops then came pouring down quickly hard as they immediately started soaking us both. "Awwww man, the old turtle luck run to form", Raph said, kicking away a rock into the pond I just then started laughing, and Raph looked at me confused. "What's so funny?", he asked "Nothing", I said, smiling "Its just I love the rain, it's been so long since I was able to enjoy it" "But it's ruining everything", he said "No it's not", I said, smiling "It's making this night special, I love it" Raph then slowly started to smile. "Well if you love it then that's what matters the most", he said I smiled lovingly towards him. "Now what was it that you wanted to say to me?", I asked He then slowly took my hands into his own that even though they were soaked from the rain that kept coming down, they were warm keeping my hands dry. We stared deeply into each others eyes, it's almost like everything around us was gone and it was just us. "I just want to tell you...how I feel", he said My heart then started pumping fast as my stomach tightened up. "I never had the courage to say this to you before and now I finally do, I am in love with you. I know that it's only been a few weeks since we met, but when I am with you I don't feel so alone and misunderstood anymore. That everything is right where I want it to be. Every time I am near you, you make me feel wanted, cared for and most of all happy. I know that I can't offer you much from my appearance but I want to give you is my love and commitment to you. No matter what happens I will always be there to protect you from anything Stella, its because you have changed me for the better" I flutter my eyes trying to fight back the tears that were coming as I was so overwhelmed with joy from what Raph just shared with me. He did needed love and he found it in me. I have never felt this kind of happiness in my life. "And I love you Raph. I have ever since you saved me from the alley. I know you are right that we have only known each other for a short time, but I don't care. It was love at first sight for me when I met you. What I have been feeling can't be expressed enough through words or feelings, you just came in my life and you lifted me up when I had fallen. I feel like we were destined to find each other for this moment and I thought I would never meet someone like you. You are caring, you are gentle, you are brave and the most special person I have ever known to love me like you do. I truly deeply love you Raph", I said, sniffling I then moved closer towards him as his strong arms wrapped around me as we both smiled happily. "You are...nothing like what everyone says you are", I said, shaking my head "Mostly everyone does", he said, frowning looking down I then placed my hand under his chin and brought his face back up towards mine. "But I don't", I said "It's nice to meet someone different for a change", he said, smiling a bit "Can I show what I think of you?", I asked, softly "What do you mean?", he asked, confused I slowly reached my hands up behind his head as Raph looked at me with nervousness. "Wait", he said I flinched back just a bit, but my hands then continued up behind him, till they were behind his head. My fingers then touched the knot of his mask as they slowly began to loosen it as the fabric fell in between my fingers. I then set the mask around his shoulders and I looked up seeing nothing, but beautiful and gentle hazel eyes. He looked at me unsure of what I was doing, but I then answered his question as I slowly leaned in, closing my eyes as I kissed his lips. He flinched back to where I was leaning more into him and I felt him tense up like a statue. I was starting to think that this was a bad idea to do, but to my surprise, Raph immediately returned the kiss back as his strong muscular arms wrapped around me tightly. I then smiled in relief as Raph accepted my affections and the kiss began to intensify with Raphael taking control and my arms wrapped around his neck slowly. He then pulled away slowly for a moment as we then looked at each other, without blinking once. "Where have you been?", he asked, softly "Waiting", I said, softly My heart began to beat faster as I watched him slowly put his lips back on top of mine and all I wanted was to do was to feel his lips on mine even more. I squeeze my arms around his neck and rest my lips on his. Instantly I just lost every thought in my mind, figuring out that this is what was actually happening. I was having my first kiss with Raphael. I wasn't seeing fireworks, shooting stars or hearts like many say that they see when they have their first kiss, I was just seeing Raphael and that was truly what made this moment so special. My eyes closed slowly as I melt into the kiss with Raph. Our lips move deeply as Raph's arms moved me closer to his toned body, feeling so safe and protected from anything that might just throw itself at us. It started to get more intensified as I felt Raph gently push my shoulders down, till I got down on my knees. He got down on the grass with me as I slowly laid down, pulling him on top of me, with his body lowering and laying on top of mine. I thought from kissing Raphael, my lips would possibly just mend into his never breaking away, from how deep he was kissing me. Despite his size and strength he had, he was ever so gentle and delicate towards his affections for me. He was just perfect. His body instantly warmed me up from the cold rain that was pouring on top of us both. I feel one of his hands travel up to the back of my head as his fingers ran through my hair, making me sigh softly with content from his gentle touch. Raph then began to kiss my cheeks, peppering his lips against my skin as he made a trail down to my neck. I felt chills down my spine and my skin began to form goosebumps everywhere. He kissed every spot all over my neck and I then gasped softly as I felt him kiss along my throat. I let a low moan as I heard Raph slightly chuckle, thinking he knew he had found a sweet spot on me. He then pressed his tongue on my neck as I shivered underneath him and he began to kiss my ear delicately. He was just so romantic, he really knew what he was doing, for it being a first timer. I caressed the back of his shoulders as they then began to massage his dark green wet skin. I then felt him stroke my cheek with tender fingers as he pressed his lips against mine again for another passionate kiss. I open my mouth slightly as I barely rubbed my tongue against his bottom lip to see what he might do. Raph took it well as I felt him smile against me and he opened his mouth and my tongue slowly entered his mouth. Raph began to moan deeply as my tongue rubbed against his, causing him to move closer towards me and my arms wrapped tighter around him. It is like we can't breathe from the intense love that we were giving each other, that we had finally found love after looking for it for so long, and we never had to fear of being alone ever again. I lost all the feeling in my lips for a few moments as if they were going to fall off from all the moving and sucking. It was like our lips were just having an emotional dance of uniting finally, as if they were waiting to see each other again. Throughout the whole kiss we hold each other in a tight embrace filled with nothing pure love, we have wanted to give to someone. The beautiful moment came to an end as we pulled away and catch our breathes from the love expressing. When I open my eyes there laying over me, was Raphael with the rain pouring over his body and his bright golden eyes that stand out in the darkness. This really is a dream come true, I finally found someone who cares about me, and now loves me. "I love you, Stellaluna", he said, softly "And I love you too, Raphael", I said, with a soft smile As we sit up and relax on the rooftop, thunder loudly boomed across the sky, causing me to crawl to Raph, as he held me in a protective embrace. "Looks like the storm is getting worse, we better head home", he said, looking up to the sky "Good idea", I said, nodding Raph picked me up in his arms as I grabbed my bouquet of roses and tucked them in between us. He held me close to his chest as I laid my head carefully on it, smiling up to him. He smiled warmly down to me as he gave my forehead a peck as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. "Hang on tight", he said I wrapped my arms tightly around his chest as he started to run across Central Park towards the buildings across the street. We both laughed as he jumped carrying me across the rooftops, like little kids enjoying the rain, forgetting it was a complete monster of a storm outside. As Raph came towards the edge of the rooftop at the end of the block, he jumped and slid on top of a fire escape railing. We then began to slid down on it like we were on a surfboard. We both laughed as he splashed in a giant puddle soaking us both. "Wow that was fun!", I said, as he set me down "Yeah that was, it really actually was", he said, with a smile Raph then picked up the manhole cover with one hand as he jumped inside. I walked over towards the hole as he held his arms out to me as I jumped down inside falling into his arms. Raph closed the manhole cover as we then began to walk home to the lair. The lair was quiet and dark by the time we had arrived, thinking that everyone was asleep. "Well that was fun and wet", I said, giggling "Mmmmmm at least its nice and warm in here", Raph said, as he squeezed the remaining water out of his bandanna before tying it around his head "Mmmmm yes, it was rather chilly out there", I said, as I took off my coat letting it hang on a chair to dry "I'm sorry Stella, I had no idea it was going to rain out tonight", he said I smiled. "Oh that's alright Raphael, don't worry about it, this night really was special just the way it was", I said Raph smiled and he brought me by the waist as he kissed my forehead. "So, was this everything you wanted for your first date?", he asked "Everything and more than I can ever imagine, I really thank you for this Raph", I said, smiling up to him "You are welcome", he said, as he pecked my forehead again "Want to come hang out in my room for a little while? If you are not tired?" "Sure, that sounds nice", I said, nodding "Just let me go get dried up first" "Sure go ahead, I'll meet you there", he said, with a chuckle He then walked away climbing up to his room as I gave him a smile watching him. I then walked towards my room on the bottom floor as I entered inside. The roses Raph gave me got a little bit damp from the rain, but luckily not too bad where it would of ruined them. I stuffed them into a vase that was beside my bed on my nightstand, arranging them neatly and delicately. I shed off my wet clothes, putting them in the hamper as I went through my drawers in my dresser picking out my pajamas. I pulled out a dark red V neck along with a pair of black baggy sweatpants and black fuzzy socks. I sighed with content as the warmth of the dry clothes heated up my cold body. I took a towel and I shook my hair out, drying it up as I then tied it into a low loose ponytail, letting my bangs hang down from the side. I then walked out of my bedroom as I headed upstairs towards Raph's room. As I walked down the hallway, I saw Raph's bedroom door open and from where I was standing, I saw him straighten out his bed, smoothing out the cover and sheets. While he wasn't looking, I then noticed that his room was actually neat. His weights were on the rack, instead of on the floor and his punching bag looked newly fixed from the holes it had, with newly stitched patches over them. There was even a few lit candles on his nightstand and the calming aroma floated towards me as I smelt the warm vanilla and sugar scent. I then stepped forward as I knocked on the door as Raph had climbed on to his bed. He turned towards me and smiled lovingly, as I walked in with a giggle slowly. "Man and I thought my girlfriend couldn't get anymore beautiful than you are right now", he said, crawling up towards me "Oh Raph", I said, walking up to him Raph's arms wrapped around my waist slowly bringing me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lightly brush my lips against his until he deeply pressed his on mine into a loving kiss. Our lips danced happily as Raph turned us around with him lowering me on to the soft bed, with him climbing over me. He then started pecking my face as I giggled. We then looked at each other in the eyes, gazing for a moment as I smiled up to him, when he cups my cheeks and I blushed pink, giggling more. He then firmly placed his lips again on my own, reconnecting it into a passionate kiss. I slid my hands down to his shoulders close to the crook of his neck and dig my fingers into his skin, giving him equal amount of treatment as he was giving me, earning a low moan and growl from him. He then pressed his tongue on my lips, almost as if begging to be let inside. I smiled as I opened my mouth allowing him permission and I felt his tongue rubbing and dancing up against my tongue. I move my hands up slowly to his neck and continue to massage Raph as he moaned louder and I then felt his thumb rubbing against my shirt covered belly deeply, making me shiver in delight. It was like I was getting the best and only the best. Raph pulled away from my lips as he smiled down at me, rubbing his hand against my cheek as I stare at him in complete awe and craving more of his lips on mine. But I didn't want to overdue it on our first night as a couple, as I knew that there would be much more of this later on as our relationship continues to grow. My eyes slowly began to droop as I pulled myself to him, snuggling into his chest. "Good night Raphael", I said, softly "I love you" Raph's Pov... As Stella's blue eyes began to close I moved on my shell as she pushed her head on my chest. I could feel her soft breathing against my plastron as her arm slid across my waist resting over it. I pushed some of her bangs out of her face and pinned them behind her ear. This was really happening. I finally found what I have been looking for. Finally someone who cared about me and didn't look at me the wrong way. And what's most important, she understands my anger and is helping me take the steps I need to do in order to take back control of it. She was now changing my life for the better of it and is showing me that not my life can have a brighter future. With her by my side now, the years of unhappiness began to become memories and not a life that is stuck in the same spot, with it being the same year after year. "Stellaluna, I want you to know that I will be with you, my arms will always be here to protect you. My love will always be here to nature and encourage you and my soul will forever be with you to watch over and comfort you until the end of time. You will never be alone ever again. I'm here. I love you. I don't care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. There's nothing you can ever do to lose me, you have completed me. I will protect you until you die and after your death I will still protect you. I am now stronger with you here now, stronger than the depression I had for a long time and I am braver than the loneliness that consumed me everyday. Nothing will exhaust me anymore. I will be your lover, your warrior, and your protector", I said, softly As Stella slept on, I kissed her forehead gently as I slowly started to fall asleep. My arms brought her closer to me as I covered her up tucking her close to me. My eyes began to slowly close, beyond happy that Stellaluna loved me in return and now I vow to to her to protect and love her with every being I have in my heart. "I'm so happy you understand me, Stellaluna", I said, softly to her