#was fucking him so loud i could hear them from my room also an emergency?? 🤨

[cryptcombat]

[cregansdingdong]

dingdong hear me out, cregan and reader going through the honeymoon stage of their marriage in winterfell where he just cant get off her and they get it on (she gets on should i say 😜) EVERYWHERE and ANYWHERE. im talking in the stables just out of earshot of the lords in the courtyard, in the wolfswood surrounded by the beautiful northern countryside, in the council chambers, on the table, EVERYWHERE. I KNOW this man gets hot knowing anyone could catch them and that they couldn’t do anything about it because he is their lord. PLEASE GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

- fellow cregan worshipping anon xo

I HAVE THOUGHTS. THE GEARS ARE TURNING. I FEEL THEM TURNING. SEND HELP ANON.

Let's get something perfectly clear, my beloved, the honeymoon stage never ends with Cregan. Now, it might slow down after the birth of a few kiddos ten but in no way, shape, or form will your Lord Wolf ever be satisfied. That being said, you have my prayers, sorrows, and congratulations also my envy ofc if you both are ever caught getting your freak on. It's gonna go a little something like this...

ʜᴏɴᴇʏᴍᴏᴏɴ. (thoughts ver.)

NSFW stuff under the cut. 18+ only. I'm not responsible for the content you choose to consume. ty.

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"We're going to—"

"I don't care." He grunts. Skirts lifted up the curve of her ass, his hips rutting into her at a pace desperate enough to bruise. They were both frantic, fucking like it was their last day alive. The council room was empty—which it usually was; only really filled when Cregan felt the need to call on his vassals. If it had been a regular day, Lord and Lady Stark wouldn't have had anything to worry about.

His wife presses her cheek down on the table, holding onto the oak edges for dear life, mewling of course, as he rocked into her like a man possessed. Controlled entirely by his need, by her whines for him, Cregan thought he could die a happy man right there in her snug cunt. He could. He wanted to, in a way, the last sensations in the living world being her velvety walls, clenching around him with every swift thrust.

They were loud as they always were—unintentionally. It was too good to remember any restraint. Not that it mattered to the Lord Wolf, he was the Lord paramount of the North. Who was going to tell him he couldn't make love with his wife? No one, but he could at least make an effort to lock the door first. Rabid grunts and the sound of his hefty balls slapping against her flooded the corridor as the entrance to the council room was opened. "Seven Hells—"

His bannermen. His vassals. The meeting. Gods. He forgot about the meeting. Torrhen Manderly turned right back around, narrowly avoiding whatever it was that Cregan flung towards the door—thankfully fast enough to stop the other men from following in after him. "Get out!" The door was promptly slammed shut, right as his wife lifted her head from the table, face flushed red in mortification. "Were we just cau—fuck!" Lord Stark still didn't care, reaching around to rub at her pretty clit as his cock resumed pistoning against her ass. And as she came for at least the third time that morning, the realization of getting caught was quickly erased from the front of her mind, Cregan's teeth latching on to the curve of her shoulder as he chased his release.

okay I can't help myself so here's a bonus bit:

Redressed and thoroughly embarrassed some twenty minutes later, Lady Stark emerges from the council room, expecting her handmaiden to be waiting—no. Gods. They'd waited. They'd actually waited. Seven bannermen, each one avoiding her eye more than the last, probably in an attempt to maintain whatever was left of her dignity. They made not a single sound as she walked sprinted by, nodding stiffly in respect to their Lady.

Cregan, however, did not share that same sentiment. Satisfied for the moment, smug, and seated lazily at the head of the table, legs spread comfortably as he sat back against his chair. He exhaled quietly through his nose once his vassals entered the room, the smallest of smirks written on his face that said more than his mouth ever could. "Where did we leave off last time?"

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[mrsmnsn]

You Belong With Me

wc: 2.9 (i got excited lol)

warnings: angst/conform!; eddie!xfem!bestfriend!; there is a smutty scene but nothing too serious; depreciation and low self esteem; friends to lovers!- they’re just obsessed with each other

tell me if i’m missing something!

a/n: Hi guys, i’ve been off for a while, a little longer than expected, but i needed to organize some stuff from my personal life. Anyways, i wrote this, of course is not super original, but i’ve been with this ideia of using songs, this one in particular, to write stories. As a source of inspiration. I hope you like it! <3

You and Eddie have been friends for a long time, longer than it seems, and he has always been there for you. When your mother yelled at you for some reason and you got upset or for when you needed money and he helped you, even though he didn’t had any and you knew it, he help you anyway or when you graduated and he was held back but he got happy for you and even took you out on a fancy dinner, to celebrate. He was always by your side and you were always by his.

There was kind of a rule between the two of you, if one of you gets sad or mad about anything is an obligation to call the other. Honestly it was just another reason to see each other. And today, well, you can tell it was not your happiest day ever. You were fired from this job you got five months ago in a bookstore because they couldn't pay the rent and the place went bankrupt. You were so happy with this job, genuinely, but you guessed that wasn’t enough.

So you didn’t waisted a minute and immediately called Eddie, it was a super emergency meeting that you wanted to spent all your money (the money that was left over) in ice cream. But he didn’t answer. You tried one, two, three times, but there was no answer. So, instead of trying a fourth time, you headed straight to the trailer park, a place which the way you already knew by heart.

It was already dark when you parked your car in front of his trailer and there was a red car, a BMW. That was odd. Eddie had a van that you were yet not sure how it was standing by itself and Wayne had a truck. You just ignored the car standing there and went to the door. As you got closer to the door, you could hear loud music coming from inside, to be more specific it was “Sex and Outrage” from Motörhead. You just ignored and got in, you knew that if you kept trying to call him from just knocking at the door, he wouldn’t listen. That’s probably why he didn’t answer the phone in first place.

So you walked down the little corridor to where his room was but stopped the second you heard a voice. A girl’s voice. And she wasn’t talking. You also heard his voice in the same tone as hers. You risked taking a look and there was the girl you had heard, on top of him bouncing up and down in the yellow lights of his room. Her hands squeezed and held his hand against her breasts. They both were moaning as if they were in a porn movie. You felt your eyes burning with tears. This girl was no stranger.

Margaret Fowler, or Maggie as everyone called her, was one of the most popular girls in your school. You weren’t in her class, she’s two years older than you and graduated before and yet people still talked about the most talented cheerleader and hot chick to walk through those corridors. To be with her was just a a fantasy, or at least it was what the boys said.

You couldn’t believe that she was there, naked and fucking your best friend. She opened her eyes and saw you standing there behind the little slit of the door like you were a perv watching them fuck. It didn’t took you long to run away before she could say something. You didn’t wait another second to start the car and get out of there as soon as possible. Tears started to fall from your eyes. When did that happen? You haven’t seen him in a week or so. How did Maggie end up there with him. It seemed like a lie, because most girls stayed with Eddie either to lose their virginity or to see what it was like to be with the freak. You hated yourself for thinking like that, but it was the truth, or at least it was what he told you. But you never understood how no one saw him the way you did. He had a charm, something that even you couldn’t explain. It was some sort of magnet that pulled you to him even though you didn’t want to.

But of course you never told him. How could you? The only person who knew was Robin. You had such a good relationship and how could he like you. Now it was all you could think about.

“Please, wake up, will you? Look at her. She has an amazing body, she was the cheer captain, popular and with beautiful hair and friends AND she’s older than you… and him. Most men like that, right?. And you… you wear t-shirts, you’re a bookworm, average non-interesting girl that on school games, were always on the bleachers waiting for your friend to play with her band.”

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop……..

Without even realizing, you drove to Robin’s house and started to desperately knock at her door

***********

It only took you two 30 minutes to put on a stupid movie and open some ice cream pots. You cried more and explained everything to Robin.

“I should have just walked away, it would’ve saved me all these tears. I’m so fucking stupid. On my head, he belonged to me!” You said looking at her TV and putting the spoon in your mouth. “They really mean it Robin, when they used to say that she looked like an angel!”

Robin just mumbled “Believe me, i know…”

“And i feel really bad because i should be happy for him right? I mean, i’m his friend and… oh wait, what if they’re dating? Oh no, then we can’t be fri-”

“Y/N! STOP WITH THAT! I’ve heard you and i’m here for you but won’t stand listen to you go all crazy on your own assumptions, and i won’t stand neither of this treatment i’m seeing here. Do you see how bad are you talking about yourself? You are so much more than that! So please… why don’t we wait until this whole…. thing settle down and then we can talk about it, maybe go to Eddie’s and see what is actually happening?”

In the moment she stopped talking you heard someone knocking at the door.

“Oh fuck! Oh shit it’s him, i can feel it!”

“Calm down woman. You stay here, i’ll go check.”

You shrunk on the couch as you waited for her to answer the door.

“Thank god! Hey Robin, is she… is she here?” You heard a very familiar voice coming from behind you. So he knew that you were there, great! Just awesome!

“Look Eddie, do you know what day is today?” I could see the face she was making and i had to hold my laugh. Eddie stayed quiet. “Today is my sacred day! Full of mundane activities such as watching movies and eating a lot of ice cream and not giving a damn about the world outside and now, with this kind of unexpected visit of yours, you are interrupting my peace so if you please just… go. That would be great! I’m not being rude, it’s just the day, remember.” Robin was closing the door, i could hear it squeaking, but then there was a stomp. “Eddie… if you want to talk to her, why don’t you go to her house?”

“What, do you think i’m fucking stupid? i tried to call her, but she didn’t answer the phone then i drove there and kept knocking at the door for minutes but nobody was home so i came here, hoping to find her and now, for your behavior, you just turned yourself in. So please, i really really have to talk to her.” He spoke with no pauses, all just rushed. You had to really pay attention to understand every single word.

“Where is this girlfriend of yours? I mean, that’s none of my business but, how come you were having sex with like, the most popular girl we know?” Robin changed the subject in a not so natural way. You mentally thanked her for trying to help you.

“She is not my girlfriend! This was casual fuck.” He yelled at her, but then he got himself back together. “Not that i need to explain myself but we were playing at the Hideout and she was there on the crowd. I was surprised to see her there. As far as i knew, she was just one of the many boring popular kids in school that only got popular because she looked twice her age. But she started to hit on me and i was miserable, ok! I just needed to forget everything. And you know how it is, i don’t have a long list full of girls that wants to be with me. So i just acted easy and… well.” I could see his face now. He was ashamed, with those big puppy eyes.

“Can you wait here?” It took her a couple of seconds to absorb everything he said and to speak again. He probably just nodded because i heard the door close.

“You have GOT to go there! Come on, go talk to him.” She yelled-whispered to me

“Robin, i can’t, not now.” I said getting up speaking in the same tone

“Why not?”

“If i see his face, i don’t think i can take it, i’m too weak now, i’ll just fall into his charm again! I need to be well enough so i won’t ruin everything.” You know that if you walked past that door, in this moment of weakness, you would cry your eyes out again and you would beg him to be with you. In short, you would just humiliate yourself.

“Nonsense! You go there and face it. It’s right there outside, you can’t runway from that man which is by the way your best friend. Honestly, i know that you got sad but, that man is Eddie. You know how he is, he would never do those things that you were saying.” Of course you were being dramatic, it was easier to just start assuming things than actually having to face them.

You just nodded and walked to the door. With a very fake bravery, you opened the door once more. There he was, all anxious, grumpy and smoking a cigarette. You always find it funny this little pout he puts on.

“Hi sweetheart… can we talk, please?” His words came out softly from his lips, contrasting with the way he was talking to Robin, and he threw the cigarette away.

You just nodded and closed the door. He was analyzing your swollen red eyes and as if it would protect you, you cross your arms.

“I’m sorry that i ran away like that, i didn’t mean to ruin your night or to concern you but i just didn’t think it would be good if i stayed, you know? And i had a very shitty day and…” The breeze of the night hits your face and you feel lines under your eyes getting colder than the rest of your body. Great, you were crying again! “I just really needed a friend and i was completely wrong to invade your house like that, i’m really sorry for that too, i just heard loud music and i thought that you were there practicing or whatever. I just… sorry Eddie.” You could hold anymore and you broke into tears again.

He was listening very carefully and didn’t waist a second before giving you a hug, a very tight and gentle hug. You started to ground yourself in his arms.

“I’m not going to force you, but would you like to tell me why was your day so bad?” He said still hugging you.

“I got fired, it’s a long story but the bookstore is closing and i was going to yours so we could call the night you know?…” He hummed and caressed your hair. “And you know the rest.”

“I’m sorry i wasn’t there for you. I was also going to call the night but then… i think you heard it too?” It was your time to hum and you broke the hug.

“Look, i’m just going to say it, because i’m holding it back since i realized and i think if you’re smart enough, you’re going to connect the dots anyhow so… i think it’s better just to tell you.” He was still close to you, looking at your eyes anxious. “I like you Eddie, i really do! Not in this cute little friend way, i’m not talking about that. I’m talking about complaining to Robin and Steve every time you hook up with a girl because i know they don’t know you like i do, they don’t get you humor, your music and what is means to you, your friends and the club, and a whole different part of your life that only i know. I keep telling them ‘you guys don’t understand what i’m talking about, but i’m telling you, he belongs with me!’. You belong to me and not some other random girl who is not interested in the Eddie that i know. And i get even more angry after realizing that even knowing you enough, I wouldn’t be enough to be with you.” At this point, i just seemed like a foolish spoiled girl, but i didn’t care anymore, i needed to say everything, all those words. “I know i don’t sound completely sane right now but it is exactly how i feel. And i didn’t want to ruin everything by telling you just so you could open my eyes that i was being delusional and we could never be together.”

He just stood there, without saying a word. You just took deep breaths hoping he wouldn’t think you were too crazy.

“First of all, you heard that i said i was miserable right? That i just accepted Margaret, not because she is Margaret, but because a she was a girl who wanted to do something with me?” You just nodded your head too scared of what would be the next words coming out of his mouth. “Sweetheart i was miserable because Steve talked to me earlier, he said that you wouldn’t stop talking about some guy, and how your eyes would be in heart shape every time you looked at him. And even though i bugged him to tell me who it was he didn’t. I went crazy! I wanted to know why were you into some guy who was probably everything that i was not. I felt like shit, i just took advantage of her. I know it’s not right but i just needed someone who could fuck my thoughts out of me and she was there. Believe me, that moment you saw us, she was not on my head at all.”

You were in shock. You didn’t say anything, you probably couldn’t even blink. Was he really declaring himself back to you?

“And second of all, why lady, why did you think that you were not good enough to be with me? Is very amusing, i’m not gonna lie, the fact that you think that i am good enough for anything.” You were about to interrupt him but he was faster, he just spoke louder than you. “You don’t have the right to tell me what to think of a girl, if she is good enough or not. I decide that, and believe it or not when i tell you that i was the one thinking that i wasn’t good enough for you.”

He caught you by surprise! You didn’t expect to be scolded like that. You didn’t have words to describe what you were feeling and, probably, neither did he. You just kept looking at each other not knowing what to do next.

“We’re really stupid, you know…” You said and he giggled. That sound made you smile. You felt lighter with that.

“What now? What are we going to do?” He said putting his hands in his pockets.

You just wanted to do something so this weird vibe was gone. So you hugged him. It took seconds before he hugged you back. It was even better than the first one.

“Sorry that i turned this into a huge confusion…” You said in a barely above a whisper

“Only if you forgive me too.”

You separated a little just so you could see his face. You didn’t say anything, just leaned into a gentle kiss which he fully accepted. His soft lips met yours and you could feel butterflies flying in your stomach. His hands that once were in your waist came up to your neck. His big hands grabbing and pulling you closer to him. Your hands also traveled and they stopped right on his chest. You could feel his heartbeats and they were faster than ever. That only made you smile into the kiss. Like it was contagious, he smiled too and with that you just separated your lips and leaned your foreheads.

“You guys i NEED to go there and hug you both, so pleeeeease tell me i can just go there!” Robin said. anxious. Of course she was listening to everything.

You and Eddie laughed and called her to come out. After talking about this whole misunderstanding between you two, Robin invited him to have a night with you girls, only this time, it wasn’t about bad events but to commemorate!

[nyoomfruits]

osctober day twenty

prompt: lovers to enemies pairing: carlos/oscar word count: 500w

“Lando,” Oscar says, wedging the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he ducks behind the upturned couch. “Now is really not the time.”

From the other side of the room Oscar can hear loud swearing and a gun being reloaded. He reloads his own gun and locates the emergency knife he keeps in his boot.

“Are you sure? Because I feel like you’re gonna want to hear this,” Lando says.

“Depends. If you’re calling me to tell me my husband turned out to also be a super spy who has now gotten explicit instructions to kill me, don’t worry. I got the memo.” The swearing has stopped. So has the sounds of the gun loading. Actually, it’s gotten eerily quiet. Oscar carefully peaks over the edge of the couch and nearly gets hit by a bullet to the face. He swears loudly and makes a run for it, only just managing to jump into the hallway and hide behind the wall.

Across from him, a stray bullet hits their wedding photo, and it shatters into a million pieces.

“Holy shit, yeah, that was what I was going to tell you!” Lando says, sounding slightly awestruck. “How did you know?”

“Because,” Oscar says, taking a deep steadying breath, stepping out behind the wall into the doorway, firing a few shots into the living room before ducking back. “He’s currently trying to fucking kill me.”

“Oh my god why didn’t you say so! This call could have waited!” Lando says, and Oscar sighs. Deeply. He loves Lando, he really does, but sometimes.

“Sorry,” he says. “Will do next time.”

“So, now what?” Lando says.

“I don’t know, I-“ But then suddenly the phone gets slapped out of his hands and Carlos is right there, pinning him against the wall, knife against his throat.

“Gotcha,” he says.

“Not our good knife,” Oscar says, glancing down. “It took me ages to get that thing sharp again.”

“And what a good job you did,” Carlos says, pressing the knife closer so it grazes the skin of Oscar’s throat, drawing blood.

“Good thing it’s not the only one I sharpened,” he says, bringing the attention to the emergency knife, which is currently pressed against Carlos’s side.

“It seems, mi amor, that we are at an impasse,” Carlos says, and his eyes are shining with mirth, and Jesus Christ, who knew Oscar’s husband was hot and dangerous. It’s doing things to him he does not like to admit.

“It seems, mi amor, that we are,” Oscar parrots, tripping over the Spanish like he always does when he tries.

Carlos is grinning at him, and Oscar is grinning back, and then before either of them can make a move, the world explodes around them.

[sassycheesecake]

A/N: As requested by my followers, here’s my bday special yakuza!Suna smut! (It sounds like a dish lmao, also happy bday to 25 year old me yay) The characters are like in their mid-twenties! P.S. I had way too many ideas for writing this, so I am gonna divide it into two parts :'D

Warnings: non-explicit sexual content, cursing, enemies to lovers trope, mentions of sex

You absolutely despise him.

He’s an infuriating, stupidly attractive, arrogant jerk.

Even his name leaves a sour taste in your mouth. 

Rintarō Suna. 

Henchman of ruthless yakuza boss Shinsuke Kita, he is a highly intelligent strategist with rather unfortunate good looks that could make any girl swoon as soon as he looked their way. 

Too bad for all the females that Suna doesn’t do relationships, only fucking with no strings attached. 

He’s the only one in the group who brings company back to his room, claiming he has 'needs' and it’s a good stress relief.

You couldn’t care less, it’s not like you have a thing for Suna. 

He uses women and throws them away like paper, his body count is probably higher than the Spanish flu. 

You’re walking down the dimly-lit hallway, passing by an expensive painting towards his room.

When you get closer, you hear the sound of a moaning woman, along with the constant creaking of a bed. 

Immediately, your stomach twists in a weird way and you take deep breaths before hammering your fist against his door.

You hear a startled yelp of the woman and thankfully the creaking stops.

"What?!" Suna snaps loudly from inside his room.

"Suna, get your ass out of there. Kita called for a meeting 20 minutes ago. Send your visitor home and get a move on!" You yell back in frustration.

You wait for about seven minutes before the door opens, and a bright red-headed woman emerges from the room, hair all tousled up with cheeks colored almost as red as her hair.

She is unmistakably beautiful, you unfortunately have to admit. 

She looks a little bit guilty when she looks at you, not saying a word as she brushes past you in a hurry to leave. 

When you look back inside Suna’s room, the air smells heavy with sex and frustration from Suna's side, not exactly happy that you interrupted his hook-up session.

"You know, you’re such a manwhore." You say, with a voice full of anger and jealousy, after the woman has left.

"And proud of it sweetheart." Suna begins to pull up his discarded boxers and black jeans again, turning away from you, so his broad muscled back faces you.

Along with lots of scars of fights he has been in, his massive tattoo always amazes you.

It’s two giant vipers entangled with each other, mouths open so fangs are on display. At the bottom of the vipers, a red demon skull with a nasty snarl is staring right into the viewers face. Along on top of the skull are two horns, looking like they grew out of the skull. Two arrows go through the vipers, not hurting them but so the reptiles curl around them. It represents deceptive authority. 

"Enjoying the view?" Suna's teasing tone rips you out of your daydream.

"You wish. Kita has called us into a meeting and you weren’t picking up your phone when Aran has tried to call you multiple times." You cross your arms in front of your chest as you watch him getting dressed. 

Pulling his discarded maroon hoodie over his upper body, he faces you again with his usual bored expression. Aka what you call his resting-bitch-face.

"Let’s go fuckboy. Kita is waiting for us and with every damn second I spend waiting for you, he grows more agitated. Ever since his girl has left him, he’s been more moody, impatient and impulsive than usual." In the last part of your sentence, you drop the volume of your voice. 

Suna finally finishes putting on his sneakers and steps out of his room to lock the door and follow you to the conference room.

"I can’t understand how you can have sex with someone who screams so loud, I’d probably get my eardrums busted if my partner screamed so loud." You start the conversation.

"Think you sound better?" Suna grins at you with those beautiful dark emerald eyes of his, while still walking beside you to the conference room.

"I KNOW I sound better! At least I don’t scream like a cat in heat when I orgasm." You huff and fast the pace in your steps.

"I don’t care how loud they are, as long as I can fuck them and they leave, I could give less a shit." The brunette fastens his steps, so he is walking next to you again, making your shoulder brush with his side occasionally.

Silence from your side for a few seconds before Suna starts talking again.

"By the way. Why are you so uptight? Haven’t had a good fuck in a while?" He taunts you as he leans closer to your face.

You ignore his comment, finally arriving at the conference room.

When you open the door, you see Kita leaning his head against his propped up fist on his table and at the sound of the door opening, his brown eyes snap towards you. 

His eyes are very cold and it gives you shivers every time you look at him.

Suna shortly follows after you and without any acknowledgment to his boss, he sits in the seat next to Osamu. 

"Finally." Kita sighs and leans back in his chair. Finally all of the Inarizaki members have arrived, sitting at the long white-gray marble table, with Kita sitting at the head of the table. 

The last unoccupied chair was next to Riseki, who gives you a small smile as you sit down next to him.

Kita stands up and walks around a little bit, starting to talk.

"The reason why I called you all in here is because Inarizaki will soon expand its territory. With Shiratorizawa and Nohebi gone, all that is left is Karasuno and Itachiyama." Some of the members listen intently to him, others like Suna pulling out his phone, typing on it with a bored expression.

"So what are we going to do about them?" Aran asks from Riseki's left side. 

"I had a talk with Iizuna last night. We have come to a mutual agreement of joining forces together." Kita answers, stopping at the window to look outside.

"What? Ya serious?! Those snobby bastards only care for their own fuckin' profit!" Atsumu sneers madly.

Kita looks at Atsumu through his peripheral vision briefly before returning his gaze back outside.

"I know that some of you may have a problem with that, but Karasuno has gotten too much power in the last two years. Sawamura is stealing most of our customers away and by joining forces together with Itachiyama, we will be able to take over half of Japan, soon maybe the whole of Japan. Eliminate them one by one, pray you do not disappoint me.”

“What about their newest product ‘Spikedopamine’? I heard that’s the newest shit in town. Is that why our sales have dropped so much?” Akagi states, who sits on your right.

Ginjima and Atsumu who sit across from you, start laughing hysterically at the name that they chose for the newest drug they produced. The name-founder Kageyama used to play volleyball back in high school, where most of the crows have met and formed their group. 

“That’s the stupidest name I ever heard!” Atsumu manages to say while getting tears in his eyes.

Ginjima and Atsumu keep on laughing until Omimi shoots them a sharp glare, while Kita looks at them with an undefined expression.

Ginjima immediately stops, while Atsumu’s laugh turns into a nervous chuckle, stopping after a while as well.

It’s quiet for a while before Kita starts to speak again.

“I will divide you into teams and you will all work together with Itachiyama. Iizuna and I already made the teams.”

Kita walks back to his chair to sit down and reaches for the few folders that Aran has slid over to his boss.

“Team 1, the Surveillance Team. Osamu, you will go with Akagi, Kosaku, Omimi and Komori from Itachiyama. He’s a black-hat hacker, he can help you hack into their security system and download important files, steal information and hack into their bank accounts.” 

The names of the men that were called begin to stand up, since Osamu sits on Kita’s left side at the head of the table, he grabs the folder that Kita has provided him.

“And Team 2, which will be the Assault Team, will consist of Atsumu, (Y/N), Suna and Sakusa from Itachiyama. He's a weapons specialist, expert interrogator and master strategist.” Kita slides the folder to you, since Suna is still on his phone, showing it to Atsumu, who grins mischievously at the screen. 

“Aran, Riseki and Ginjima, you stay here at headquarters, in case someone gets injured, you can take over. That will be all.” Kita, Aran, Riseki and Ginjima begin to get up to return to their rooms while you and your assigned team remain seated.

Well this is fucking great. 

You’re stuck with a psycho, a manwhore and an arrogant jackass for God knows how long, until you all bring the downfall for Karasuno.

[muldj0rd]

It's me and you now || Loscar

Summary: “What’s bothering you, Loges?” Oscar asked softly, emerging from the small bathroom after having a quick shower

“He isn’t even that pretty” Logan scoffed, tapping his fingers against his biceps, his legs spread wide

“Mh. Lando’s the problem” Oscar hummed, pulling on a shirt

Warnings: secret relationship, top Logan, bottom Oscar, jealous Logan, possessive Logan, drivers room sex, thigh grinding, coming in pants

Masterlist || AO3

Logan wasn’t in f1 anymore, sure, but Oscar still invited him to the garage quite a lot

It’s surprising that nobody had figured out they were dating yet

They had told a couple of people, but one of them were not Lando, which was evident when he started flirting with Oscar in the garage just before qualifying

Logan watched the two, observing how Oscar was obviously uncomfortable, but also having a hard time saying no- especially towards Lando

Logan clenched his jaw slightly. Logan wasn’t jealous per se, but… When it came to Lando, he was more jealous- I mean, who wouldn’t? Lando were always so touchy with Oscar, so Logan didn’t see why he shouldn’t be jealous

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Logan sat in Oscar’s drivers room after qualifying, his arms crossed over his chest, frowning

“What’s bothering you, Loges?” Oscar asked softly, emerging from the small bathroom after having a quick shower

“He isn’t even that pretty” Logan scoffed, tapping his fingers against his biceps, his legs spread wide

“Mh. Lando’s the problem” Oscar hummed, pulling on a shirt

“Why can’t we tell him? I want that fucker to know you’re mine” Logan looked up at Oscar, his expression firm

“Watch how you speak. You might get community service” Oscar joked, walking over to Logan “You know I’m yours, baby” He hummed, straddling Logan’s thighs, pushing his legs together

“Yeah, but I want him to know too so he can back the fuck off” Logan’s hands settled on Oscar’s ass, squeezing him softly, making the Aussie whimper quietly

“You know I can’t tell him” Oscar sighed softly when Logan started placing kisses around his neck and throat

“I’ll fucking show him then” Logan chuckled low before tugging Oscar at his hair softly, sucking on to his neck

“Logan” Oscar whined softly, his arms holding around Logan’s neck “Loges, I have to drive tomorrow, we can’t”

“Don’t have to, baby” Logan chuckled, moving his mouth to suck onto other spots on Oscar’s neck and throat

“I-I need to…” Oscar panted, his hips slowly grinding against Logan’s thigh

“Mhm. I know, baby” Logan leaned back, looking up at Oscar, biting his bottom lip softly, helping Oscar move his hips

Oscar moaned softly when he ground against Logan’s thigh just right

Logan’s name fell off of Oscar’s tongue like a prayer- until they heard Lando’s door open and close, meaning Lando had walked into the room

Oscar covered his mouth with his hand, knowing Lando could hear him if he didn’t

“No, no. None of that, baby” Logan chuckled, removing Oscar’s hand, pressing his hips further down against his thigh, making him moan loudly

“Fuck, Loges. Please, don’t” Oscar begged quietly “It’s so embarrassing if everyone hears” He whimpered softly

“Don’t really give a fuck” Logan hummed “You’re mine, and I’m gonna make sure everyone knows” He almost growled, moving Oscar at a faster and harder pace, Oscar moaning louder and louder the further he got to his orgasm

“My name, baby” Logan smacked Oscar’s ass softly

“Logan” Oscar moaned out, his hands digging into Logan’s shoulders

“That’s it, baby” Logan chuckled softly, hearing Lando put on loud music to cover their sounds “Look like he got the message”

“Fucking idiot” Oscar moaned into Logan’s neck, his body shaking slightly at how close he were to the edge

“You love me anyways” Logan chuckled, hands digging into Oscar’s hips

“Mhm. F-fuck, fuck. Logan” Oscar moaned; the only warning Logan got before Oscar came into his briefs, his body shaking and his breathing heavy

“Lando is actually kind pretty” Oscar panted into Logan’s neck, earning him a soft smack on the ass, causing him to yelp softly “But you know I prefer blonds” He chuckled, kissing Logan softly on the neck

“We’re not 13 anymore, you didn’t have to mark me” Oscar whined softly, leaning back to look down at Logan

“Don’t pretend like you don’t love it” Logan hummed, kissing softly over one of the hickeys

[irl-w0lverine]

Its more fun when its a threeway

Pairing : scott x jean x logan

Warnings : ooc possibly, jean getting off to logan and scott, twink scott

A/n after fic

MDNI! WHATEVER YOU CHOSE TO READ BEYOND THIS POINT IS YOUR OWN FAULT AND I WILL NOT BE HELD ACOUNTABLE!

Logan was sat outside of Jean and Scotts shared room. It was no secret to anyone of logans feeling for the couple.

That leads to now, logans hand pumps up and down his stiffened cock at an aggressive pace as he hears the moans of the two through their door.

That was until... He let out a slightly too loud curse, the moans comming to a hault.

From the inside of the room, scott hurriedly wraps a towel around his waist as jean hides her naked form with the blanket.

"uh... What ya doin?" scott asks logan as he opens the door to see logan jacking off.

"shit! -.... Uh..." logans cheeks burn a bright colour, his eyes drifting down to scotts v-line.

"... Fuck... Just... Come in or something" scott huffs. His chest was heaving, his cock still half hard.

Logan reluctantly agrees, mainly because hes desperate for any form of touch from eigher of them.

"oh hey logan...?" jeans voice is twinged with confusion but her face shifts to understanding one she sees his painfully hard cock in his hand.

"scott, think you should help logan out with his problem... I can finish off myself" she says with a smirk as she moves off the bed, dropping the sheets that were draped over her curves.

"you sure babe?" scotts was uncertain but jeans nod quickly reassured him.

"top or bottom?"

"huh?" logans gruff voice grumbles.

"do you wanna be dominant or submissive?"

"oh uh... Dominant...?"

Scott was a drooling, whiney mess under logan. On all fours as logan relentlessly pounds into his ass, one hand scrunching the sheets as he tries to stay upright.

Jeans soft moans could be heard from the couch, watching the sight of her fiancé getting ruined by a big, buff guy being a massive turn on. Her fingers work on her clit as she repeatedly sinks onto a 'toy', her own wetness lubricating it.

"you like that huh? You like reduced to a fucking submissive little twink dont you?" logan huffs and puffs, his nails digging into scotts hips.

The only noises that could emerge from scotts lips were mindless whines and chocked moans.

Logans hand reached down to pump scotts cock, tears pricking scotts eyes from all the stimulation.

Logan occasionally turns his head to check jean, the sight of her playing with herself bringing him closer and closer to climax.

"shit... Im so fuckin' close... Oh my fucking god..." logans hips smack against scotts ass even faster. His hand quickens on scotts hard member.

"... Mmmhh... Nngghhh..." is all scott can get out before he shoots his sticky seed everywhere.

Mere seconds after logan follows suit, his claws comming out perfectly in time. He slowly pulls out as jeans orgasm can also be heard, the sight of the two men like that sending her over the edge.

The covers definitely need a wash after this.

A/n: sorry for the poorly written fic. This is the first fic ive written in a while mainly because i was so burnt out from writing and i was really struggling. Im not promising to get back to how i used to write fics but i will be trying to write again.

Thank you so much for reading! <3

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

9 - Don't Need A Ticket To Your Shit Show

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: canon typical tornado violence, Kate's emotional trauma is very present

A/N: I'm too lazy to keep looking up the word count from each chaopter, and also I never said this was a canon compliant fic just so you know.

Playlist

The wind had picked up and leaves blew from the few trees that were around. Dust flew up into the air, reducing visibility. Kate glanced around nervously. 

“The air feels heavy. Were you tracking cells out here?” She asked and Tyler’s eyes met Georgia's with concern. The tornado sirens began blaring and everyone's phones went off with an emergency alert. The rodeo announcer told everyone to clear out and that he had received word that a tornado had touched down near there.

Tyler grabbed Georgia's hand and Georgia grabbed Kate's. They made their way out of the rodeo grounds and across the street to the motel. The attendant was rather flustered as a guy was heckling him about their room.

“We need to get everyone underground or in a shelter now!” Tyler yelled as Kate and Georgia looked around for a basement or somewhere they could wait out the storm. Kate noticed there was an empty pool just across the parking lot. 

“Come on!” Kate nearly dragged Georgia, heading toward the pool. Tyler followed and a mother and her daughter ran with them. If they could save a few people, Kate would be happy. But, as if God himself had come to strike them all down, the tornado was there, just behind the motel. They all clamored down the ladder and into the pool. Kate glanced around, finding pipes in an alcove in the deep end that they could hang onto. The women and her daughter got in first and Kate told them to grab onto the pipes and stay low. Kate went next and she glanced back for Georgia and Tyler.

“Tyler!” Georgia yelled, her voice getting carried away by the increasingly loud wind. Tyler was trying to help the motel attendant but he was so panicked that he stood and tried to run toward Tyler, who was as low to the ground as he could get. The winds were picking up and they began to pull the attendant away from Tyler. He knew what was coming next and he closed his eyes for a moment as the attendant got sucked into the giant tornado bearing down on them. Tyler turned and felt an overwhelming sense of doom in that moment, hearing the creaking of metal and a crash behind him that shook the ground underneath. He could feel the vibrations from whatever was behind him scraping along the empty pool floor as it got closer and closer to crushing him. In one last desperate reach, he found a hand, Georgia’s hand, and she pulled him with all her strength toward her and Kate. He forced his legs underneath him and jumped toward them, shielding their bodies with his. He grabbed a pipe above Georgia’s head and one around the front of her, his whole front plastered against her backside. 

Georgia had an arm and half her body wrapped around Kate’s. Kate was hyperventilating and shaking uncontrollably as she gripped the pipe in front of her for dear life. She could hear the mother telling her daughter that everything would be okay. Kate didn’t fucking believe that. Kate’s only saving grace was Georgia and Tyler. She tried to focus on the warmth radiating from Georgia and the weight of her body wrapped around her. Georgia’s arm was hooked just under Kate’s arm and her hand around the pipe in front of their chests. Kate glanced down, seeing her knuckles turning white and then closed her eyes tight again. The less space between them, the less of a chance that Georgia would be ripped away from Kate, and that was her worst fear. Kate couldn’t have it happen again, but all she could think of in between heavy breaths was Jeb. And Addy. And Praveen. And what if...and what if....and what if...

“Kate, it’s okay. I’ve got you. I promise I won’t let go!” Georgia yelled to her over the deafening sound of the wind, and the creaking and crunching of metal. They were getting pelted with rain as the thing that was behind Tyler came crashing down on the edge of the pool. The only thing keeping it from crushing them all was the well built stone on the pool. Tyler curled his body around Georgia’s, closing his eyes and praying for it to be over soon.

And in the blink of an eye...it was. The winds ceased. The rain stopped. The dust settled. It was suddenly silent. Tyler was the first to peel himself away, looking back at what had almost crushed him. A horse trailer. A steel horse trailer. If he hadn't died on impact, he certainly would've bled out before help got there. Georgia and Kate both let go at the same time. Georgia hugged her and pulled her in for a tight hug.

“Told you I wouldn't let go.” She said softly and Kate's body was wracked with quiet sobs as she took a few minutes to hang onto Georgia. Tyler helped the mother and her daughter climb out of the pool and came back for Kate and Georgia. Kate had calmed down. They stood just outside the gates of the pool. When Javi showed up, Kate ran to him, but not before thanking both Tyler and Georgia.

They both looked on as Kate and Javi seemed to have some sort of argument and Tyler shot a glare in Javi's direction when he saw Kate storm off and take the StormPAR truck. Georgia’s hand wound around his forearm, noticing the same thing.

“What was that about you think?” She asked and Tyler pursed his lips.

“I think Kate just found out her friend isn’t in this to help people. He’s in it for the money.” He said, letting his hand settle at her lower back. She felt gentle pressure from him, pushing her toward his truck, which miraculously was the only thing not damaged by the twister. She followed his lead as they waded through the debris carefully to get his truck. His crew had parked just on the outskirts, just missing the worst of the tornado. Dexter had a moment of clarity when he remembered Kate’s name from the news a few years back. He did some digging and found out that her mom still lived in Sepulpa and the name of her small cattle ranch was listed in the local paper for beef. They figured that was probably where she was headed. Tyler wanted Georgia to go with him.

“I think Kate would appreciate a female presence.” He said with a small smirk.

“You’re funny. I’d assume Kate wants to be left alone.” Georgia said as she helped Dexter and Dani put away their table that they’d been handing food out from. Tyler grabbed her shirt by the back, gently pulling her toward him, spun her, and placed a kiss on her lips that left her slightly dizzy. 

“Come on. Guys, we’re gonna go find Kate. Give us a day or two to sort it out and then we’ll all regroup in Enid.” Tyler announced and everyone was good with that. 

Georgia put the window down, leaning out of it slightly, and then getting cold with the night air. She put the window back up and shivered. Tyler glanced over and reached in the back, fishing around for a moment, while somehow still keeping the truck straight on the road. He placed his jacket in her lap and she thanked him as she put it over herself and hunkered down under it. 

“What did Dexter say happened to Kate?” She asked softly as they headed toward Sepulpa. Tyler’s brows furrowed and his voice was solemn as he spoke.

“Said they were chasin’ a storm and they got caught in it...three of her friends got killed, including her boyfriend. She survived but got injured pretty badly.” He said and Georgia stretched up a bit in the seat, pulling his jacket closer.

“Makes sense. Y’know...I wasn’t thinking about the tornado...I was only thinkin’ about how freaked out Kate was. She was so scared and I get it now.” Georgia said. Tyler smiled slightly and he placed his hand on the center console, palm up and open for Georgia to place her hand in. They intertwined their fingers tight and listened to the hum of the diesel engine the rest of the drive. There was comfort for them both in the shared silence. Tyler pulled off the road about fifteen minutes out from Kate’s house. It was late and he figured showing up in the middle of the night was a bad idea. They’d sleep in the truck and head there as soon as it was light out, which was only a few hours away anyway. They were no strangers to sleeping in the truck for a night.

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Tyler awoke first, taking a few moments to stare at Georgia’s sleeping form, nestled under his jacket. He reached over and ran his fingers across her cheek and jaw, before he started the truck’s engine. It came to life with a loud roar, which to his surprise, did not wake her up. Good , he thought, she can have a little longer to rest.

When he pulled up to Kate’s house, he saw a brown haired women coming from a pen with cows in it. She made her way to the truck and Tyler stepped out after turning the truck off, to shake her hand.

“Hi. I’m Tyler. I’m lookin’ for Kate?” He inquired and the woman smiled.

“Well, hi Tyler. I’m Cathy. I’m Kate’s mom. She’s in the barn just over there.” She said and Tyler nodded and thanked her. He went over to the passenger side, opening the door just as Georgia was waking up.

“Mornin’ darlin’. We’re here. Kate’s in the barn. I’m gonna go see what she’s up to. Come out when you’re ready, okay?” He said and she nodded sleepily. He left the door ajar and she watched as he made his way through the barn door. She yawned and took a few more minutes before hopping out of the truck. She placed his jacket back on the seat and pulled her hair from her ponytail and fixed it. She looked in the side mirror, seeing bags under her eyes. She was definitely still exhausted from her concussion, but there had been so much going on the past couple days, she hadn't realized just how tired she really was. She took a deep breath and headed toward the barn. Kate was just heading out the door.

“Georgia! Tyler didn't tell me you came with him!” She exclaimed, and Georgia saw how much her face lit up. She nearly jumped into her arms for a hug. 

“Surprise!” Georgia said, smiling as she glanced at Tyler over Kate's shoulder. He shot her a gentle smile and headed toward the house. When Kate pulled away, she left her hands on Georgia's forearms.

“I know I already said it once, but thank you...you really made everything that happened back there so much less scary.” She said and Georgia nodded and smiled as they turned, holding each other's waists as they walked towards the house. Kate felt hope that maybe it was worth staying here, instead of going back to New York.

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Cathy had made a wonderful lunch of steak, eggs, homemade bread, green beans, and corn. It was enough to fill them up past dinner time too. Cathy had told them about how Kate always had a passion for weather and Tyler resonated with that. She went on to ask how he'd come to do the work he was doing and his answer surprised Georgia the most.

“When you love something, you spend your whole life chasin’ it.” He said and his gaze settled on Georgia in that moment. Kate noticed this and asked a question that she couldn't hold in.

“What about you Georgia?” She asked and Georgia blinked a few times to gather her thoughts.

“I've always loved photography. I was gettin’ burnt out on the rodeo circuit and I just didn't want it as bad anymore, and I had to retire both my horses, so I figured I'd try photographin’ something else. Nothin’ was near excitin’ as a sixteen second barrel run as it was to catch a tornado dropping down out of the sky.” Georgia explained and that made Kate smile.

“And you and Tyler already knew each other? Did you come back hopin’ maybe you'd see him?” She asked and Tyler's smile faded. He drew in a sharp breath, almost as if he knew the answer. 

“I hadn't planned on it, but it was a nice surprise when I did see him.” She said, glancing down at her plate with a grin. She twirled her fork a couple times before looking up at him. His eyes were nearly boring holes through her. His gaze had softened but it was like she was the only person in the world in that moment. Kate stood, taking empty plates from the table, along with her mom. Tyler and Georgia stayed seated for a few more moments.

“Thought you didn't wanna see me at first...” He said, putting his utensils on his plate. 

“I didn't...at first...and I will still mad...but now...I don't know, Ty. We have so many good memories...” She said and he nodded.

“We could have a lot more...” He said softly as he stood, grabbing her plate and his own and taking it into the house. They helped clear the table and Tyler was nowhere to be found afterwards. Cathy had invited them to use the guest room and Kate noticed the light on in the barn. She hadn't thought she'd left it on... 

She found Tyler looking at one of her notebooks. 

“You thought you could disrupt a tornado.” He said with a smile as he flipped through the pages of one of the notebooks. Kate tried to take it from him but he read a few lines aloud as he walked away toward the middle of the barn.

“Kate, this is a great idea. Why didn't you tell me about this? I could get a new model running, I could...” 

“Because I got it wrong! In the field, in the moment, when it mattered, I got it wrong!” Kate yelled, tears falling from her eyes as she thought of her friends and how much she missed them. Tyler stepped closer to her and she backed up.

“I'm sorry about your friends...y'know a tornado rating...it's not based on size or wind speed...it's based on damage...” Tyler said, his eyes sad and soft as he stared at Kate. He spoke again, the weight of his words too heavy for her to bear at the moment. “How much more are you gonna let this thing take from you?”

Kate sniffled and wiped her tears. She couldn't look at him. She gathered herself just enough to tell him that he should get rest. “Don't wanna miss any storms tomorrow.” She added and he shook his head, handed her the notebook and left the barn, leaving her to her thoughts.

Outside, Georgia was grabbing her and Tyler's bags from his truck. She noticed his expression and stopped him.

“What's wrong?” She asked, a hand on his arm. He took the bags and he pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

“She's got a great idea that could possibly work. It could help people. But she's too scared to even try. We'll leave in the mornin’.” He said and Georgia squeezed his arm.

“I'll go say goodnight to her.” She said, and he nodded, heading to the house with their bags, while she went to the barn. When she stepped inside, she saw Kate sitting, staring a a small photo. Kate glanced up and smiled weakly and then put the photo down. Georgia stepped over closer to her, but stayed enough out of her space to give her breathing room. 

“I can't shake the feeling that it was my fault. I was greedy and I wanted that grant money...and I let that rule over my instincts...because if I had listened to my gut, maybe they'd still be here...maybe Jeb would...” her voice broke and Georgia stepped over to catch her in a tight embrace. 

“Mistakes happen, Kate. And things happen sometimes to lead you down a different path in life. I think sometimes we have to try our best to move on and stop livin’ in the past. Look at what we have right in front of us.” Georgia said and she felt Kate pull away to look at her. Her eyes were red and puffy and Kate's expression was one of confusion. 

“Wh...what?” She asked and Georgia smiled.

“Us, Kate. You've got us. You just have to ask, and we'll help you.” Georgia said and she stepped away from Kate, who looked as though her thoughts were going a million miles an hour. Georgia said goodnight to her and then before she walked out for the barn Kate called her name.

“You give good advice, Gee. You should take your own to heart.” Kate said with a smile before looking down at her notebook and flipping a page. Georgia stepped out into the night air and listened to the crickets and the soft moos of the cows for a few moments before heading inside.

[crystallizedkingdoms]

chimerical

chimerical /kɪˈmɛɹɪkəl/ • adjective Alex takes Rory out on a nice Valentine’s Day date. Rory has some conflicted feelings along the way.

wc: 4,171

you can also read this on ao3 <3

Rory thinks he must be dreaming when he sees Alex in front of his doorway.

The frosty morning sun shines extra bright against Alex’s figure. Its rays catch his red hair and frame his face almost too perfect, and they paint his light brown eyes a softer colour than usual. He hunches awkwardly on himself, hugging his winter coat closer to his body to keep himself warm as the wind blows past him. Rory takes in the sight of him, standing awkwardly in his pajamas without moving. A rush of that same cold wind slinks into the doorframe and Rory shivers, the only sign of movement between them.

“…Hey, Rory. Are you gonna let me in or do you like watching me freeze to death?” Alex finally asks, his voice more stilted than usual.

Rory snaps himself out of his stunned daze, muttering, “Shit, yeah. Come in and shut the door behind you.” He backs away from the open door and descends the stairs, towards his basement room. He listens as Alex steps into the house, the click of the door behind him, and the subsequent footsteps down the stairs.

“Why are you here?” Rory asks, a little more blunt than he intended. He turns in the middle of his room to look back at Alex, who hasn’t removed his coat like he usually does as soon as he’s out of the stairwell. “It’s so early. I told you not to come here without calling me, you know— you know how my mom gets.”

Alex’s eyebrows furrow in response. He plays with the buttons on the cuff of his coat, doesn’t dare step too far away from the door, and it strikes Rory how anxious he looks. “Look, man, just get ready, won’t you?”

Rory backs up to sit on the dryer, but then he processes Alex’s words. “Get ready? For what?”

“I— come on, do I have to say it out loud?”

Rory raises a brow. “If you want me to know what you’re talking about, uh, yeah?” he says. “You can’t just show up on my doorstep for no reason and tell me I have to get ready for something I have no clue about.”

Alex rubs the back of his neck and looks around, as if anyone other than the two of them could possibly be hearing this conversation. His eyes flicker away each time Rory tries to make eye contact, and his fidgeting increases tenfold. “Okay. I still can’t tell if you’re fucking with me… Ugh, fine! You win,” he sighs. 

“You sound like you’re proposing to me.”

“If this is how you think proposals go, I am seriously scared of any married people you know,” Alex cringes. He shakes his head. “But no, even worse.”

Alex gathers the courage and meets Rory’s eyes. That too-soft glimmer his eyes have this morning seems brighter than ever, and for a moment, Rory bites his lip in fear. He expects the worst. An emergency, maybe? No, he wouldn’t be joking like this, right? Maybe he’s missing something. What’s he forgetting? A birthday, a friend meetup, a…

“Let’s go out together for Valentine’s?” Alex asks.

Rory’s heart stops. “Valen— what?!”

“Yeah. Valentine’s Day. February 14th. Does that ring any bells?”

“Okay, shut up. That’s today?” Rory pushes off the dryer and paces around his room. “Fuck. I forgot, I— How did you remember?” he asks through laboured breaths, his eyes searching Alex’s with a wild frenzy growing in his movements.

Alex falls back to avoiding eye contact. His eyes dart to the side and he continues rubbing the back of his neck, like the motion could wash the awkwardness off of him. “Don’t give it too much thought, all right? Jeez. Just, get dressed, okay?”

Rory throws himself onto his knees by the side of his bed and reaches underneath his bed. He pulls the box of hastily folded clothes out of the crevice, and though he does not turn back to see it himself, he can practically feel the grimace on the face of his boyfriend who actually has drawers. “Where are you taking me? Oh god. Don’t tell me it’s some fancy place in Frankton. I think all my nice stuff is in my dad’s room,” Rory says while rummaging through his clothes.

“Hah! Fancy in Frankton. I wish. Don’t think too much about it, just something nice and warm. It’s snowing out there and the bus ride was hell,” Alex assures. He rubs his trembling hands together to prove a point.

Rory sighs, but starts looking for some warmer clothing, per Alex’s advice. “Nice and warm. Got it. You still haven’t answered, though. Where are we going?”

“Dude, have you ever heard of a surprise?” 

“Actually, no. Enlighten me.”

Alex huffs out through his nose out of annoyance and Rory can’t help himself from smiling. How quick he loses his composure in the face of dumb teasing.

“It is in Frankton, though, right?”

“Okay, yes. There. You’ve narrowed it down.”

Rory picks out the warmest clothing he can find and recalls a jacket he has stuffed in the corner next to the door, and he’s set. He takes the clothing into his arms and stumbles back onto his feet. “I’ll change now,” he says, placing everything on the bed in front of him.

“Okay,” Alex nods.

Rory reaches and pulls his pajama shirt off of him. He sighs when he doesn’t hear the door open. “Go stand outside on the stairs, Alex,” he asks. It sounds more like a demand.

Alex rolls his eyes without saying anything. Rory doesn’t need to see it to hold back an annoyed sigh. “I know what you’re thinking. I don’t care. Out.”

“Fine, fine! Sorry,” Alex scoffs, but he steps out of the room without any more prodding. As Rory changes out of his sleepwear into his warm clothing, wonders how on earth Alex managed to actually listen to him so easily. Must be Valentine’s causing a change of heart. Good to actually be listened to for a day.

But, no, come on— Rory shakes away that thought. He’s trying, at least. Better than what you’ve done so far, he chastises himself. He bats away his usual snarky comments that live in his head, and he’s almost got them out completely when he throws his jacket on and opens his bedroom doorway. 

Alex is a couple of steps up the stairwell, kicking the wall with the toe of his shoe when he hears the door open. His eyes sweep across Rory’s body as they always do, picking and analyzing every part of what he sees. What does he think about the coat, old and worn yet unimaginably warm, covering his usual striped sweater? What does he make of his frayed gloves, his knitted beanie? Rory tells himself he shouldn’t care. Any fucking comment Alex says to him he can always ignore, just like always. It’s what he’s used to—

“Lookin’ good,” Alex says with a grin. It’s a genuine grin, soft lips looking more gentle than Rory’s ever seen them. And, despite himself, Rory’s heart thunders in his chest the minute he hears those words. Looking… good?

Right. Of course. They’re dating. Why is he surprised? It’s not that rare that Alex compliments him without some kind of tone. Just take it, he thinks. He squeezes past Alex on the steps, moving up towards the exit. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself,” he mutters. Alex laughs behind him as he follows Rory up to the exit. It’s cute. Yeah, cute is the word for it.

When Rory steps out of his home, the chill does not wait one second to descend upon him. He bites his lip and shivers underneath his layers, and prays it won’t get any worse than this. “It better not be any outdoor activity,” he says, eyeing Alex.

“Really?” Alex asks. His tone is flat and Rory already knows what snark he’s going to throw his way. “You think I’m the one to suggest an outdoor date? As if.”

“This is already kind of crazy for you to do, so maybe you have some other stuff up your sleeve. I don’t know.”

“Crazy?” Alex says that word like he’s been confronted with life’s greatest mystery. He starts walking away from Rory’s house, towards the exit of Wind Town. Rory falls into step right beside him. Their bodies are close, but not too close; their hands don’t quite brush each other’s. “What’s crazy about taking you out?”

Everything.

“It’s just been a while, that’s all. You know what I mean,” Rory mumbles under his breath, which turns to vapour right in front of him.

Alex does not reply. They walk in silence, vapour puffing and dissipating in tandem as they get further and further away from Wind Town. Rory’s unsure what to take from this silence; did he go too far, pointing out that obvious fact? Is he ruining the first good thing they’re doing together already? Fuck, he’s already ruining his own mood, having thoughts like these when they haven’t even made it to the bus stop.

“…I’m sorry about that,” Alex says.

Rory looks at Alex from the corner of his eye.

“Seriously, man, I— I know it shouldn’t have taken this long. But, let’s try to enjoy this? It’s kind of the perfect day to do exactly that.”

Rory looks down at his feet. They crunch perfectly soft snow with every footstep. “Yeah,” he gives in. “Of course. Let’s enjoy this.”

Alex smiles. Rory doesn’t need to look at him to know he is. “Hah, good.”

Their hands almost brush, but they don’t. Yeah. Good.

—

Rory and Alex sit on the bus right next to each other. Alex has lapsed into some passionate rant about difficult books Rory has never read and likely won’t for a few months, but he half-listens, anyway. He watches the world pass by as Frankton gets closer and closer. Their date, wherever it may be, gets closer and closer.

Snow whirls past his vision, and Rory gets so engrossed in watching them that his half-listening falters. All his eyes can focus on is the snowflakes that zip by, or the ones that land and melt on the public transit window. It’s a strange, almost childlike thing to fixate on, but Rory would rather lose his focus on the delicate patterns of snowflakes than dwell on his previous thoughts.

It’s a good activity. He sits there, facing the window, unbothered by the need to make eye contact, or talk much other than the vague ‘uh-huh’ in Alex’s direction at the right moment. It lets him sit in sweet serenity, a calm before whatever storm Alex could have in store for him. A good storm, mind you. Even at his most pessimistic, Rory doesn’t think Alex is that terrible at planning dates.

At some point Rory gets so lost in the simplicity of it all, watching the snow fall and melt in predictable ways, that he doesn’t realize Alex has stopped talking. He doesn’t pay attention when Alex shifts in his seat, nor could he possibly notice how his eyes don’t dart around the bus like they usually do when he goes to make this move. Rory hardly feels something slip into his hand until it suddenly squeezes around his gloved fingers tightly.

Rory’s head whips around when he feels it. His eyes land on the affected hand, and his chest tightens when he sees exactly what he wishes for: Alex holding his hand.

Rory swallows thickly. Alex never makes the first move in public, he recalls. His gaze darts around, trying to see if there was anyone in their vicinity who could witness such an event. And there is. People sit on the bus seats right across from them, and Rory can hear the chatter of people behind and in front of them. There are people who could see them, a public eye that Alex has always shunned them from. So, why all of a sudden…?

Rory’s eyes fall into Alex’s. Eyes as soft as snow meet his, and he gives that awkward half-grin that Rory embarrassingly can’t get enough of. Alex doesn’t speak, so neither does Rory. Instead, they hold each other’s hands tight enough to make them warm, but not enough to bruise. Rory’s gotten too used to that kind of bruise.

The snow no longer interests Rory. He shifts his body away from the window and closer to Alex, closer to Frankton, closer to their date. Rory blushes. Rory waits.

—

“A coffee date?”

They’re standing right outside of the café door when Rory asks that question, disbelief steeped in his voice. Alex scratches at his beard sheepishly (with his free hand— Rory can’t believe that they’re still holding hands) and asks, “What? Too cheesy?”

“Honestly, a little cheesy,” Rory admits. He couldn’t help but stare at the tacky Valentine’s heart decorations strung up on the various windows of Frankton’s shops as they walked here, but this one took the cake for the most tacky. Which, really, it's a café. Probably the most befitting of going all out on the Valentine’s decorations that wasn’t at-home dinner. But when Alex shifts his weight on his feet and stuffs his ungloved hand into his coat pocket, Rory quickly adds, “Not that that’s bad. It’s, uh, really not. I dig it.”

“Oh, thank god,” Alex releases a sigh of relief. He pulls his hand out of his pocket and reaches for the café door. “This place is pretty new, but obviously not very fancy. So, you didn’t have to freak out about the clothes earlier.”

“I didn’t freak out! I had no clue about anything.”

“Yeah, right,” Alex scoffs. He swings open the door and lets Rory’s hand go. He’s opening the door for me, Rory realizes only when he’s halfway through the establishment, anyway. What the fuck?

Rory thinks Alex is going to make some kind of joke about it. A sarcastic jab, a tease, even just a self-acknowledging laugh, anything. But Alex drags them towards a nearby empty table, one that isn’t already occupied by a cutesy couple showing way too much PDA, and has them sit down before Rory can think properly. 

“Coffee. How do you like yours again?” Alex asks before Rory has time to process much else.

“Oh. Uh. Black?”

“Jesus, you have black coffee on a coffee date?”

“Oh, sorry, I don’t exactly know what most people have on coffee dates. On account of never having been asked out on one before.”

“Something sweet, man. We get some free dessert too if that changes anything. Valentine’s special and all that.”

“Fine. Cappuccino or whatever the hell,” Rory waves him off.

Alex rubs his face in exaggerated frustration. “Don’t act like you’re too good to know the coffee names,” he replies.

“Not all of us skipped college classes standing in line and staring at menus instead of doing work at coffee places, Alex.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” he sighs and sits up from his chair. “Christ, you’re good at talking when you want to.”

Rory watches Alex as he bounds up to the counter with their order. He didn’t get the chance to ask Alex what dessert they might have, but he finds that he doesn’t really mind anything. Although Rory hasn’t eaten breakfast yet, his appetite seems to have left at Wind Town. Alex is right, however— something sweet did sound nice to Rory in this gentle moment.

Sitting right next to the café’s windows, Rory’s eyes are brought back to the outside world. The snowfall has picked up slightly, with a stinging wind carrying swirls of snowflakes right off the ground and carrying them to some faraway land where everything is nicer and sweeter and softer. It’s soft, too soft. Rory’s not sure why he thinks about that when he sees snow. He’s not sure why now, of all days, he thinks of softer things.

Was it just Rory, or did the snow seem almost too soft? Did it almost look too perfect? Surely, that must be why he is so focused on it, right? It’s out of place. It’s not how it usually looks, in its dirty, slushy form it usually takes around this time. It’s nice, though. He should like that. Rory likes it, he thinks.

“Hey, you’re staring into space again.”

Rory doesn’t whip his head around this time. He calmly looks at Alex, who sits in front of him again. In front of Rory, there’s his cappuccino, hot and certainly sweeter than Rory usually takes it. In front of Alex is what Rory can only guess as something way sweeter than a cappuccino, given how Alex dumps in his packets of sugar without a care in the world. Right in between their cups of coffee is a plate that holds two small red cupcakes. Red velvet or red-dyed chocolate, Rory can’t tell.

Rory puts only one packet of sugar in the cappuccino he’s given. He stirs his drink, watches the grains of sugar disappear right in front of him, then takes a small sip of it. He sees Alex do the same thing at the exact same thing. It’s sweet, too sweet. Rory expects himself to cringe, but he doesn’t. It’s a little pleasant, really. Rory likes it, he thinks.

“You know, I really like coffee in the winter,” Alex says out of the blue. “It warms me. In that special way. And, um, I’ve been thinking about how I want to share that feeling with you. That’s why I decided to take you here, actually. If you were wondering.”

Rory flashes a small, but distinctly amused smile. He tries not to delight in how such a small facial gesture makes Alex’s light up significantly. “I was wondering, yeah. That’s… really nice. And cute,” he says. Alex blushes and stumbles over his words, blustering about calling him cute or anything, and Rory feels a pinprick of relief that, Thank god, he still acts this way when I call him that.

But then those thoughts come back in an instant. Those insistent, almost cruel thoughts. Why is Alex acting this way? Yes, it’s Valentine’s, that is a fact that is hard to forget as they sit in a heart-riddled café for a date. Yet when Rory looks at the softness in Alex’s eyes, the gentleness in the hands that held his, Rory can’t help but wonder, It’s so much, and so soon.

Rory grips his cup tightly. It’s warm, just like Alex said it was. He feels that warmth slide down his throat with every sip, but it never feels that warm when it finally sits. “Hey, Alex?” Rory pipes up.

Alex blinks, interrupted from… what was he talking about again? “Yeah?” he asks.

“Can we go to your place for breakfast? The coffee and dessert are nice and all, don’t get me wrong. I can stay here for a while. But, you know, I haven’t—”

“Eaten yet. Yeah, fuck, I totally forgot about that. Yes, we can go to my place,” Alex assures, then groans at his own stupidity. “Shit, man. I’m sorry.”

Rory stares at Alex with blank eyes. He leans back in his chair and blinks at him, going over his words. Over and over and over. If Alex notices this shift, he doesn’t mention it. He just goes back to his coffee, and hell, he even takes a bite from his cupcake. It’s soft and it’s sweet. Alex is nice.

Too nice.

“Is this real?”

The question slips out of Rory’s mouth without him thinking. Alex cocks his head to the side in confusion. “What? Is this that good a date?” Alex asks in a joking tone.

“You’re acting really differently. Like, really different,” Rory says.

Alex frowns. It’s so sad-looking, painstakingly crafted to make Rory feel bad about what he’s saying. “I don’t know what you mean,” Alex sighs. He sounds more unsure, anxious even.

“This feels so nice. I feel really happy right now. I feel warm.”

“Are you saying I don’t usually make you feel that way?”

Rory shakes his head way too hard, way too quickly. “No, no. Not like that. I do feel those things. But, um, in a different way. You know what I mean?” 

“I don’t think I do,” Alex says. He’s fidgeting with the small spoon and stirs it in his half-drunk coffee. 

“What I mean is, we do things differently. You’re subtler than this. You’re less openly affectionate. You’re, uh, you’re less nice.”

“Rory, what are you talking about? What is giving you this impress—”

“You’ve apologized to me three times over the course of a morning,” Rory snaps. He spits out the words faster than Alex can react to them or use them to interrupt Rory. “You usually go through weeks without even muttering that word.”

The two of them sit with that for a minute or two. A minute or two that Rory comes to deeply regret. Oh, why did he have to bring it up? Why shatter this one good day that Alex brought him? So what if it was strange, so what if it was different than usual? It is better than their usual, is it not? Did Rory prefer the stilted dinners, the swatting of hands in public, the uniquely cold affection Alex tosses him now and then? 

Rory thinks of breaking the silence. He formulates an apology, how it must be the hunger talking, or the depressive doubts that cloud his mind. Anything Rory can blame other than his own conscious thoughts. It’s Alex, however, who asks, “And if it isn’t real?”

The question catches Rory off guard. “Huh?”

“If this isn’t real, why not enjoy it?”

“I…”

“For the record, I am real,” Alex reassures with an awkward smile. “At least, as much as we can ever think we are. And I’ll be honest, I don’t like what you’re insinuating. Because I am trying— really trying— to be even a little bit better. Okay? Is that what you want to hear? Haha, I actually have to try and be a decent boyfriend for one whole day, get out of my comfort zone, and that’s enough for you to think you’re in some other reality or something?”

Rory sucks in a breath. His nerves calm down enough that he sits upright in his seat again. He tries not to think about how Alex talking him down like this has become comforting. Familiar. 

“I want to have a nice Valentine’s Day with you, Rory. I want…” Alex’s eyes flicker to the side, and he sounds a little choked, his voice getting louder, “I want to have a nice relationship with you. As rocky as it started. As rocky as it still is. I want to do better. 

“But even if I wasn’t. Even if this wasn’t real, whatever that means… can’t you just let us enjoy this? Please, Rory?”

Rory hates it when this happens, but Alex is right. He takes another sip of coffee and lets the too-sweet liquid warm his throat and chill his body. He should be enjoying this. “Yeah,” Rory breathes out. “Yeah. I’m sorry, Alex. I don’t know what got over me, I…”

“That doesn’t matter,” Alex says. He lays his hand flat on the table and Rory grabs it without hesitation. Neither of them take that cursory glance around their surroundings to stop themselves. “Seriously. We can talk about all the serious shit another day. Let’s just forget this happened, okay? Pretend it’s all okay.”

Neither of them says it, but Rory knows they’re both thinking it. We’re good at that.

“Sounds good to me,” Rory says. He puts his cup of coffee down on its platter and squeezes Alex’s hand harder. “Sounds… good.”

Alex smiles with soft lips. He stares at Rory with soft eyes. A warmth the coffee can’t give him stirs in his chest, urging him to act, urging him to indulge. What’s a little indulgence?

Rory sits up in his seat. He leans over the café table and he knows exactly how he looks right now and he can’t decide if it makes him sick or giddy. He catches Alex realizing what’s happening, and he expects something awful, something normal. He expects Alex to look around nervously, laugh like it’s some kind of joke, ask him hypocritically, What the fuck are you doing? 

Alex takes the kiss. He takes it, even with how difficult the position makes it. He takes it perfectly, like it was made to be in this reality. Rory pulls away only a few seconds after their lips connect, but it’s enough that his lips already burn with a blooming heat that matches the one in his chest. Rory sits back down like nothing happened, but Alex has a stupid smirk on his face, barely holding back a comment.

“I love you, Rory,” Alex whispers. Too soft, too sweet, too nice.

Rory thinks he must be dreaming.

“I love you too, Alex,” Rory says. Real and imaginary.

He doesn’t care either way.

[noodyl-blasstal]

Blupjeans Week: Myth (day 3)

Following on from the last two days prompts! Part 1 | Part 2 Today's @blupjeansweek prompt was Myth. -

Barry couldn't fathom how Taako managed it. Of course he, more than anyone Barry had ever met, could feign nonchalance on such an important day, but still. Barry knew he must be anxious deep down - no one cooked as much as Taako had been lately when they were fine, but aside from his occasional toe flexes Taako was sprawled loose limbed and casual across the chairs in the corridor.

"Stop worrying so loud, Barold." Taako didn't raise his head. Barry couldn't even get a read on his face because his ridiculous hat was tilted down over his eyes. 

"I'm not worr…"

"Then what am I hearing, Barry? What distress is accosting my delicate elf ears? Taako's busy trying to nap and you're spreading your anxiety everywhere. It's not hygienic, my guy."

"Uh." Barry countered. Perfect, got him.

"Yeah, that's what Taako thought. Now, why are you doubting Lup?"

"I would never doubt Lup! She's smarter than both of them put together." Barry replied indignantly, he couldn't believe Taako, of all people, was accusing him of not believing in Lup. As far as Barry was concerned, if she told him she was gonna grab the moon right out of the sky his only concern would be where they were going to put it. 

"Well then." Said Taako definitively as if the case was closed.

Barry looked at the door again. It had only been an hour. Anything up to four was relatively common. He knew she had this, but he just wanted to skip to that bit right now thank you very much. Maybe if he paced, did a little exercise, that would get rid of the nervous energy.

"Don't even think about it." Said Taako. "Sit down, read your book, it's going to be fine."

Barry sat obediently. He tried, he really did, but he was on what must have been his thirtieth attempt at reading the same page when the door finally cracked open. Barry barely had time to register it before Taako vaulted off the chairs and rushed over. 

"Thank you again, Dr Tacco. Congratulations!" 

Lup emerged from the room, finger gunned, and closed the door behind her. "Guess who's got two thumbs and a PhD?" She said as Taako slammed into her and knocked her sideways.

"Barold." He mumbled into her hair.

Lup pretended to try and wriggle out of his hug. "Fuck off, Goofus."

Barry wrapped himself around them both. "I'm also going with me. I checked, one, two." He prodded Lup in the back with each thumb in turn to make his point. 

Lup laughed hard and long and wild. "I hate you both."

"We love you too." Said Barry and Taako together. 

Lup stuck her tongue out. “Terrible, awful, what did I do to be cursed with you both?”

“I don’t know, Dr Lup. What did you do?” Barry grinned. Dr Lup! She’d done it. He knew she would. There was no universe in which she didn’t, but still. It was over.

“Dr Lup Tacco.” Taako said quietly. “You did it.”

“I did it.”

–

“You got the car snacks, Dr Bluejeans?” 

“Of course I have, Dr Tacco. But, Dr Tacco, have you set up the playlist?”

“Dr Bluejeans, I cannot believe you’d doubt me, your good friend, Dr Tacco. Of course cha’girl’s got the playlist sorted.”

“But, Dr Tacco, is it the one we  agreed on, or the one I saw you making to torture me?”

“I cannot believe these wild accusations that you are levelling, Dr Bluejeans. Of course it’s the one I made to torture you. Rude of you to entertain any other thought on the matter to be honest.”

Barry snorted. He still wasn’t entirely sure why Lup had agreed to road trip home with him despite not losing the bet, but maybe the allure of a second wardrobe full of vintage Barry threads (as Lup had designated them) had been too strong to resist. Either way, the car was packed, backup maps were in the glove box, roadside attractions had been scoped, their motel was booked, and his Mum was expecting them in a few days.

–

“There! There! There!!! Pull over, Dr Bear.” Lup pressed her face to the window and wriggled in her seat. “I knew we were close.”

Barry steered the car to the side of the road and parked on the gravel at the side. “We’ll be fine here. The road’s pretty dead and we shouldn’t be long.”

“Speak for yourself.” Said Lup, already unbuckled and clambering free. 

By the time Barry had hauled himself out of the driver’s side and stretched out his rice crispy spine Lup was already halfway up the scrubby embankment. Barry smiled fondly, he wished he had half the energy reserve the twins seemed to possess. 

“C’mon Bear! Look.”

The grass was sharp and the scree slippery, but Barry eventually made it, red and panting, to the rock.

“I love him.” Declared Lup, petting the top of the large, terribly painted frog she lounged across. “Take a picture for me please? Taako’s going to hate it. I’ll frame it for his birthday.”

 Barry huffed out and laugh and snapped some photographs. Lup looked perfect in every single one, because of course she did.

“Now c’mere, we need to get some for the wall.” Lup spun herself round and made grabby hands at Barry. The photo collection had started during undergrad. Lup had read something about tangible photos being lost because of technology and decided to be a one woman task force to combat it. She religiously took photos, got them printed monthly, and strung them up around the house using a seemingly endless supply of tiny colourful pegs. The strings were a timeline of friendships, charting the day that Magnus appeared in their lives and decided they were going to be friends actually; Lucretia’s increasing appearance at events; Kravitz moving from glowering at the twins in the background of a shot in a lecture hall, to standing awkwardly at the edge of a group shot, to kissing Taako’s cheek and making him blush right to the tips of his ears. They charted bad haircuts (Lup), terrible fashion choices (Barry repeatedly begged Lup to take down the evidence of his pork pie hat era, but she resolutely refused), and covered the mundane to the sublime - book days, beach days, lecture halls, labs, picnics, hikes. All of it.

Barry walked over to her then waited for direction, Lup’s creative vision wasn’t something to be trifled with. 

“Okay, can you hop up here with me? I’m just gonna go prop the camera.” Lup scooted off the edge as Barry found a solid foothold to push himself up with.

“Aye aye, Dr Captain… Captain Dr?” Barry saluted from the top of the frog and Lup laughed, mission accomplished. He still loved that he could inspire that reaction, after all this time she still loved his stupid jokes.

“Right, it’s on a 10 second timer… GO!” Lup sprinted and hopped deftly up the frog. Barry realised at the same time as she did that there was no way there was room for both of them to sit on top. Lup glanced at his lap and grinned, “...incoming, Barold!” She threw herself onto his knee and somehow produced a smile and a peace sign. There was no way Barry had been looking at the camera, he was definitely staring at Lup with the ‘lovesick’ face he’d bribed Taako into deleting or editing from photos so many times before. 

“Uh… can we do that again? I think I blinked.” Maybe he could delete the last attempt before she saw it once they were back in the car. He’d managed it before, there was only so many times you could be photographed staring longingly at someone before they worked out you were probably a bit in love with them.

“Sure you aren’t just trying to keep me in your lap? You could just ask, you know?” Barry was going to expire, right here right now. She could stay in his lap forever as far as he was concerned, but she was joking and he would be serious about it if he asked her to stay put and she’d laugh, his heart would break, and she’d feel weird about the last 10 years of their lives.

“I… well… er… I… just… the blinking.” Perfectly eloquent. He nailed it. There was no way she’d pick up on the fact he was combusting.

“No problemo. Save my spot!” Lup started to wriggle free, but Barry scooped her instead, cradling her briefly before setting her down on the very edge. “Thanks Bear! You’ve been working out.”

Barry had very much not been working out, unless you counted frantic note taking - which they definitely hadn’t in high school, he’d checked.

“3-2-1, comin’ in hot!” Lup clicked the button and set off running back to the rock. Barry watched her go, laughing at the smile on her face. He should probably just have volunteered to use mage hand for this, but Lup was having too much fun. She ran up the side of the rock, and Barry caught her, tugging her down into his lap. 

“8-9…” Lup raised her arms and Barry heard the familiar whoosh of flame. Gods, she was ridiculous and he loved every inch of her. He focused resolutely on the camera. “Think you managed without blinking that time?” Lup asked.

“Yeah, yeah, that was a good one.”

“Okay, stay put, I want one more of you with the frog please… Oh, do you still remember some of those bard spells Johann showed you?”

Barry nodded tentatively. “I do.”

“Cool, a cowboy hat please.” It was done before she’d slid back to the ground, and the raucous laugh she let out meant he’d definitely made a good choice. “The pink fuzzy trim really adds a mystique to the look, Barold. Have you been studying at the Taako school of headgear?”

Barry yee hawed instead of answering and Lup snapped away as he wielded his imaginary lasso.

Back in the car he felt a bubbling sense of pride as she set one of him high in his imaginary frog saddle as her screensaver and laughed again.

–

“It should be the next left, Bear. I hope you’re excited.” Lup uncurled herself from the scrunched up position she’d adopted for reading.

“”I’ve got a surprise and you’re gonna love it” can usually go either way with you and Taako, so I’ll reserve judgement for now.” Barry pretended to frown, but he knew Lup saw through it. He’d trust her with anything, she was the person his Mum’s ‘if your friends all jumped off a cliff’ lecture should have focused on. He wouldn’t have done it for Juan or Glennis, but Lup? He’d be straight over the side knowing she’d have figured out some way for them to fly. “Hang on… Lup, is that Mothman?”

“Maaaaybe. Turn in here.” 

“... and that’s bigfoot?”

“Yep.” Lup popped the p and looked incredibly smug.

“Why’s the rabbit… oh, it has horns. Jackalope?” 

“Jackalope.” Lup confirms.

“Lup, is this a cryptid hotel?” Okay, so the kitschy vibe was fun, but this was definitely more for Lup than for him. She didn’t usually miss with her surprises, but there was a first time for everything.

“It is, yes, but they also have a collection of academic papers you can view on the topic. There’s loads of really great evidence, according to the website.” Lup side eyed him.

“There’s research I can get angry at?” Okay, now she was talking.

“Bear, I hear those methodologies are real unscrupulous. There’s likely some inconsistencies in the referencing too, if you know what I mean.” Lup waggled her eyebrows. 

“I love you.” Blurted Barry, then tried not to think about that too hard as he parked the car. That was fine. You could tell your friends you loved them, he’d told Lup he loved her before. He told all of them he loved them because he did. She didn’t need to know that he meant it in a different way when he said it to her.

“I love you too.” Lup nudged his arm. “Now let’s go see which theme the rooms are. I’m hoping for the Hodag, but I think you’d prefer Champ.”

“Oh, I see how it is, pawn me off with budget Nessy. I’m Jackalope or broke. You go ahead, I’ll grab the bags.” Barry cracked the back door and started the slow task of sorting through the detritus of the day. He wasn’t entirely sure where Lup had managed to accrue four souvenir bags, but he didn’t want to risk damaging anything. He piled them carefully to the side, then tracked down the overnight bags, and double checked to make sure he’d locked the car properly. Shouldering the rucksacks he headed into the reception, glad that Lup was sorting the rooms. Frankly, he didn’t want to have to speak to anyone other than her before he’d thrown himself into a long shower and felt a bit more human. 

“Hey Bear.” Lup gave him a small wave from the electric blue sofa near the door. “There’s, well, there’s good news and there’s bad news. Which do you want first?”

Barry hesitated. You were definitely supposed to get the bad news first, but the day had been so nice that maybe he could just put off whatever was going to ruin it a little longer. “Give me the good?”

“Buy one get one free on frozen margs. The glasses are massive and they have wild flavours. I need to try at least three, you know, for science. One of them is goldfish and I don’t know if they mean the creature or the cracker.” 

“Or both?”

“It could be both.”

“… and the bad news?”

“There may have been a tiny bit of a mix up. Just, like, the smallest amount. A little communication thing. You’ll barely notice it.” She smiled winningly, just like the time she broke his favourite mug, tried to fix it, somehow melted the shards, recruited Taako to fix it, and the resultant puddle became pudding.

“Uh huh.”

“We’re sharing.”

“Oh. That’s absolutely fine, I don’t mind.” It was better news than the margheritas, frankly.

“And there’s only one bed.” 

“I don’t mind if you don’t.” They’d shared before, he could deal with another night sleeping on his arms so his stupid subconscious didn’t decide they should be cuddling, actually.

“...and-also-they-might-think-we’re-married.” Lup said in a rush.

“Sorry, what? I don’t think I heard you right.”

Lup blushed brighter than he’d ever seen. “They think we’re…”

“...Ah, Dr Bluejeans-Tacco, I’m so delighted to meet you.” A tall man in an ascot and cosy looking jumper appeared by his elbow before Lup could finish. She definitely couldn’t have said what he thought he’d heard. That was ridiculous, there was no way. “As I explained to the awe inspiring Dr Bluejeans-Tacco here, we’re always so pleased to see newlyweds at Myths and Bed-gends! Marriage is such an honoured tradition, a delight, a union of souls! We were so excited when she let us know this trip was a surprise as you were celebrating an important life event. Now, do let me show you to the honeymoon suite, but don’t forget to visit the gift shop or the CryptoNOMica restaurant later tonight!”

Before Barry could say anything the man strode off towards the corridor. Lup gave Barry a panicked look, seemingly undecided as to whether she should follow the man or flee the building. Barry knew he should probably be freaking out right now, but truly he couldn’t find it in himself. Most of all, he needed to get his back under some hot water and maybe lie down. Lup could explain what was going on after that, but right now she looked more uncertain than he’d ever seen her, and there was no way he was having that.

“Come on then, Dr Bluejeans-Tacco.” Barry grabbed Lup’s hand. “You were definitely right about this place being a surprise.”

[valos-venus-doom]

Drawn & Quartered [Chapter 5]

December 28th 2011

Mige, Linde, Gas and Burton sat in their rehearsal space waiting for Ville. They had all planned to meet there first thing in the morning for a final Helldone rehearsal and Ville was running late. Running late was generous, Ville had kept them waiting for hours. They were supposed to start at noon, it was nearing 4 o'clock.

By now, word had started to spread about Caitlyn and her rebound, which shocked everyone because Ville hadn't said a word about a breakup.

"Should we ask him if he's alright?" Burton suggested.

"You can, I'm not going to bring it up." Gas replied with his typical Scandinavian "mind your own business" philosophy.

Moments later, Ville walked in seemingly followed by a storm cloud.

"What's up?" Ville said out loud but to no one in particular. His friends watched as he pulled out a case of beer from his backpack and a bottle of Jack Daniels, immediately cracking open the cap of the latter and taking a swig.

Mige and Burton side-eyed each other, Ville had been sober for years. A familiar feeling of dread washed over the room. They'd all been here before.

"Are we having a party or something?" Mige questioned. 

"Hm? Oh, no." Ville responded. "Just me. One man party over here."

"I see we're starting early?" Mige questioned.

"Ha! Starting? That would imply that I've stopped." Ville chuckled. "No no, my dear boy, this is day 3 for me."

"Ville--"

"Mige, I love you, but shut the fuck up. You have no fucking idea what the last 3 days have been like for me." Ville glared at his friend.

Linde, Mige, Burton and Gas all shifted uncomfortably. They'd been here before.

"Gas, doesn't look like your kit's put together." Ville mentioned, cracking open a beer. "Maybe do that so we can get the fuck out of here at a decent hour?" Tone dripping with passive-aggressiveness.

Gas replied, matching Ville's tone. "Oh yeah, my bad. We've all been waiting on you for hours but sure..."

"And in all that time you could have had your shit together but alas!" Ville replied bluntly, throwing his arms up in an exaggerated shrug.

Ville picked up his backpack and ducked into the bathroom, immediately turning on the sink.

"I'm not sure why he took his bag in there, I doubt he's changing his tampon. Even though he's acting like a PMSing bitch." Burton pointed out.

"I can think of a reason." Linde muttered.

Seconds later, the running water stopped and Ville emerged from the bathroom rubbing his nose and stuffing his keys back into his backpack.

He cleared his throat loudly and sniffled. "I know we said that we'd take a break after Helldone, but I've been writing, so I'm thinking we can reconvene on the 3rd to start going over some ideas I have. Title of the new album is 'Fuck you Caitlyn Part 1.' And then we'll have a single called 'I'm Going to Murder Matthias Olavi in His Fucking Sleep.'" He sniffled again.

"Ville, do you need to go sleep it off?" Burton asked.

Ville side-eyed Burton, "I don't need sleep. I need to create. It's the only way I'm not going to walk out this fucking door and kill that motherfucker."

"Ville--" Mige admonished.

But before Ville could jump in and begin to tear Mige a new asshole, Linde chimed in "No, I get it." 

Everyone was surprised to hear that. Linde had a tendency to want to solve problems with violence, especially when alcohol was involved. "Fuck Cait and Fuck Matthias." Linde bluntly continued, shrugging.

"Thank you!" Ville gestured towards Linde while staring down everyone else. The coke was starting to take hold, his teeth were buzzing. He'd forgotten how weird that felt.

Linde grabbed Ville's bottle of Jack and took a swig himself. Truth be told, Linde was also licking his wounds, his own relationship was falling apart and his ex-wife was giving him shit about something related to the child they shared. He wasn't exactly feeling docile himself. "He broke bro code." Linde looked from Ville to Mige, "You don't fuck your friend's ex. I don't care how much I love you guys, I would fucking fight you." Ville passed the bottle of Jack over to Linde before Linde continued, "In fact, Ville, I don't know how you haven't kicked his teeth in yet. You're a better man than me."

"Oh, trust me, I'm thinking about it." Ville confirmed, grabbing his backpack and once again running to the bathroom.

"Oi, if you're doing coke you better share." Linde called to him.

Ville froze, it wasn't like he was being secretive, but he didn't want to draw attention. "Fine." he sat back down and threw the small baggie of white powder onto the table towards Linde who indulged without a second thought. 

"You're thinking about fighting Matthias, tag me in. I have a decade of rage to take out on someone." Linde said before sniffling and rubbing his own nose. "Fuck that's good."

Ville tapped his teeth together, toying with the numb sensation in his front teeth, "I should. I really should."

"Do it." Linde smirked.

"Okay, enough." Mige had had enough of their bullshit. "You're both in our mid-30s. This is fucking ridiculous. Punching Matthias isn't going to make you feel better. Just let it go. Does it suck? Yeah, it really fucking does suck that she broke up with you, Ville--

"Nuh-uh, I broke up with her. Because she's a cold, callous--"

Mige cut him off "Okay, so you broke up with her. My fucking point still stands and even more so! It sucks you broke up with her and she decided to move on. It really sucks it was with someone you know, but we know our circles end up a bit incestuous, what the fuck do you want? She doesn't owe you anything." Mige tried to rationalize.

"She doesn't owe me anything?" Ville looked at Mige in disbelief, "I gave her 5 fucking years of my life. The least she could do is wait til my cum falls out of her cunt first before jumping on the next dick. That's what a decent woman would do."

Mige knew it was useless to argue with Ville while he was so angry, and especially when he was under the influence. He just rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat. There would be no reasoning with Ville for now.

"Ville, dude, I'm fucking serious, let's go jump this motherfucker." Linde piped up, cocaine clearly starting to ramp up his aggression.

"Don't--" Mige began to warn them.

"Actually yeah," Ville said quickly, cutting Mige off before he could continue making sense, "Let's get the fuck out of here."

"Fuck yeah." Linde muttered as he stood up and followed Ville out, car keys in hand.

Mige rubbed his temples in frustration, "I'm going to end up having to bail them out of jail."

"Are you fucking serious?" Gas called out after them, before looking at Burton and Mige, "I just finished putting my kit together." his mouth agape in frustrated disbelief.

Linde and Ville drove around for a while, enjoying the high and talking shit about the women who scorned them while listening to some angry thrash metal Linde has in the CD player. "I haven't kicked the shit out of anyone in a while. I'm due for it." Linde remarked.

Ville grinned, it wasn't too often that he got to have fun conversations with Linde like this. They hadn't done coke together in so long, it was fun even though they were both heartbroken and furious. 

It was dark when they pulled up to Matthias' house, "Which house?" Ville asked.

"Uh... I thought you knew?" Linde shrugged, looking over at his friend. "I know what his car looks like though. Oh-- and there it is."

The men parked and got out of the car, both taking another bump before exiting the vehicle to boost their high. "So do we wait for him to come out? Or do we start knocking on doors?" Ville asked, rubbing his nose.

"We could. But first I gotta piss." Linde cleared his throat and walked over to the driver's side door of Matthias' car. "It's cold. This'll freeze in no time." Linde giggled to himself.

"Piss-sicles." Ville began to laugh.

"You gonna do the otherside?" Linde asked as he finished up. 

Ville stopped and thought for a moment before shaking his head, "No, no. I-- I don't want Cait to possibly touch that."

Linde looked at his friend confused, "Why does that matter? Fuck her."

Ville shook his head again, "No, I can't do that. Not to her." 

"She fucked your friend, who we're about to kick the shit out of, and you don't want to get her back? Like at all?" Linde questioned. But Ville bit his lip, looking around at nothing.

"This was a mistake." Ville got hit with a wave of reality. He didn't want to hurt anyone. Mige was right, it wouldn't make him feel better. "Let's go back to the studio."

Linde sighed and shrugged, "Fine. But I'm still mad on your behalf so..." he whipped out a pocket knife from his back pocket, recently used to open a new back of guitar picks, and slashed one of Matthias' tires. Then another. Then another. 

Ville watched his friend, slightly satisfied, but still feeling empty. He needed another bump. "You aren't going to do all of them?"

"Nah, way more inconvenient to just pop three. You'd know that if you drove." Linde teased.

"Fair enough." Ville nodded with a grin.

"So, just checking again, you don't want to go knock Matti's teeth in?" Linde asked, pulling his coat around him tighter and seeing his pee frozen to Matthias' car door handle.

"Nah, let's just go." Ville shook his head. 

"And you don't want me to try to see if I can have another chick beat Cait's--"

"Hey, no, shut the fuck up." Ville cut him off, voice raising. The coke in his system ramping up once again from a hit he'd taken moments before.

"I'm just saying dude, you can't hit her but another girl--"

"I said shut up." Ville spat, "You're not going to threaten her. Don't let me hear it again."

Linde put his hands up in surrender, "Alright, I'm just checking man."

"Don't. Ever again." Ville glared at him, "I don't care what she's done, I won't let anyone hurt her."

Linde stared at Ville perplexed, "You aren't over her, are you? You'd still take her back if she called you right now, wouldn't you?"

Ville nodded, "In a fucking heartbeat."

Linde sighed, "Let's go. Before Mige comes looking for us. Or the cops come."

[briamichellewrites]

41

“Yeah? Well, fuck that. I still have fucking Mark Wahlberg in my head.”

Matt laughed. After a few months of not seeing each other, he was back in LA. Brian bought a three-bedroom, two-bathroom house for $2.850 million. It was private in the Laurel Canyon neighborhood. After weeks of waiting, he closed on the house, making it officially his. Matt couldn’t wait to see it! He drove over as soon as he could. Mike and his band helped him move in. They were treated to pizza and sodas since he couldn’t buy alcohol underage.

That was fine. They weren’t going to complain about not having a beer. It was a nice place. What did his father and Mike think about being empty nesters? It was hard for them. He jokingly told them he would come over to annoy them. They told him it was okay if he didn’t. He laughed then congratulated him on becoming an adult. Thank you.

The house was too quiet. Mike was expecting Brian to come in through the door any minute. But he knew he wasn’t. He was the first member of the band to have a child leave the nest. His room was empty. He had taken everything when he left.

His bed and bookcase were gone. He wasn’t going to walk in and ask him to turn his music down or have him run errands for him because he was going to be busy. Brian, what do you want for dinner? No, he was gone and he didn’t know how he felt about that. He had grown up and had a life that didn’t depend on him or Brad. A life with a career and a boyfriend. His album was officially released and it was on the country music charts. Brian Thomas by Brian Thomas.

He didn’t want to use his last name because he didn’t want to be accused of nepotism. The first openly gay transgender country music artist. That was quite a thing to be known as. Everyone was so proud of him. Mark had sent him a card congratulating him on his album. He opened it up and showed it to Matt before reading what he wrote out loud.

Brian, congratulations on your album! I can’t wait to see you on the basketball court. – Mark Wahlberg

“I’m going to put this in my kitchen.”

“That’s awesome! Did your dad give him your address?”

“No, it was forwarded by the post office. A little Marky Mark. I’m keeping this forever.”

Since his house was so private, they didn’t have to worry about the paparazzi. Matt asked him to be his boyfriend after talking to Brad and Leonardo about it while in Boston. They encouraged him to do it. He accepted right away. They kissed happily. Since he was still scared about coming out, they kept their dates at home. That meant cooking dinner together, watching movies, and being together in bed. He had some of his stuff at his place for when he stayed over.

They both liked trying out new things in the bedroom and experimenting. Was the relationship going to be long-term? They didn’t know because they weren’t thinking about that. At the moment, they were happy with what they had. Brian called him adorable and gorgeous. He loved hearing that. Everyone who knew about their relationship was thrilled they were so happy.

A few days later, Brian was in the emergency department for a suspected heart attack. He had been examined by a nurse, who took his vitals. She also listened to Brad and Mike talk about his symptoms. He had been complaining about chest pain and shortness of breath. They also noticed that he became fatigued more easily. He was usually very active and energetic, so they were very concerned. The nurse wanted to get a chest x-ray to look at his heart. She also ordered other tests.

He was not having a heart attack. That was ruled out from the tests. However, he did have a build-up of plaque in his arteries. That was preventing blood flow to and from his heart. He was at a dangerous risk of heart attack or a stroke. They also learned that the type of heart condition he had was caused by cigarette smoking. The chemicals used in cigarettes were a major factor in heart disease.

Thankfully, it was treatable by quitting smoking. The doctor also encouraged him to start exercising regularly. They were having trouble finding his medical records. Brad told her his son was transgender. His birth name was Bria Pitt. B-r-i-a. She thanked him and excused herself to look up his records. Brian put his hands over his face as Mike scolded him. He genuinely apologized. Thank you. They just didn’t want him to have him die because he was too young.

Brad decided he would join him in quitting smoking. They could support each other. What did he think about that? He thought that was a great idea. Good. When the doctor came back, she looked through his records and the medications he was taking. She was going to prescribe a calcium channel blocker to help relax the blood vessels that would allow oxygen to flow through.

She gave him information about the medication, along with information about quitting smoking. How long has he been a smoker? Since he was twelve or thirteen years old. How many packs did he go through a day? About one or two? He and his father sometimes shared a pack.

“Because of the health risks, I’m also going to stop smoking. I want to be a good role model for my son”, Brad said.

“Good for you. I am going to recommend nicotine patches for both of you because they have the best benefits for quitting smoking. I will also suggest getting nicotine lozenges and gum for extra benefits. You can pick which one you prefer.”

It was going to be hard. Their bodies were going to crave cigarettes. They would have to find ways to distract themselves. He was too young to be in the hospital for a heart attack or stroke. Mike mentioned he had just told him that. They laughed. After getting the prescription, they helped him up so he didn’t fall. They then walked to the pharmacy.

He would not be allowed to drive until they knew how the medication affected his body. That was to avoid car accidents. Since he was working with Mike, he would just go with him to the studio. The side effects of the medication would also cause him to feel lightheaded, so he needed to get up slowly from sitting or lying down. He could take the medication at the same time he took his ADHD medication, which was during dinner or before bed.

When they dropped him off at home, they were met by Matt. He had been trying to get a hold of them but they weren’t answering. The four of them went inside. It was after sitting down, Brian told him about being in the emergency room and why. He sighed and told him about how he had been telling him about quitting smoking.

“You are the third person to say that to me today. This is the kick in the ass I need.”

“Good. You can’t be a country singer if your lungs don’t work.”

“Do you know how many country singers smoked?”

“Yeah, that’s why a lot of them died from cancer!”

“I love you, too.”

They laughed. Mike got up and went to find his cigarettes, so he could confiscate them. Brian put his head on his shoulder while hugging a pillow. How was he feeling? He was tired but happy to be home.

When he came back, he had his cigarettes in his hand. What was he going to do with them? He would be throwing them in the garbage bin when he got home. They would be buried underneath the other garbage. They made plans for him to pick him up the next morning. He bent over and hugged him. I love you. He loved him too. After saying goodbye, he and Brad left.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

[mywrittings]

destiny / geralt of rivia

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: Staying at Kaer Morhen was an unexpected event in your life. After getting a room assigned you realize the room actually belongs to someone whom you'd often see by chance... or because of destiny?

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 4.5k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 18+ ONLY! dirty talk, kissing, pussy eating, handjob, riding him, him fucking you... basically smut

a/n: hello everyone! I have been writing this for a while now but I have finally finished it! This story has a lot more dialogue and I hope you don't mind that. Also for anyone that is still waiting for my next chapter of lust series, it's coming! I am still in the process of writing it. Anyways hope you like reading this one!

Vesemir had called up on you to come stay at the Kaer Morhen for a while. Since it was winter time most of the witchers returned to this place to refuel and relax, your job was to keep the order and help with making elixirs. It was a sudden decision from Vesemir, an emergency to be precise. With many more blood hungry monsters, he wanted to make sure that all the right elixirs would be ready by the time winter is over, so naturally you were the best mage that knew how to make them without needing any recipes.

He showed you to your room where you would be staying for the next upcoming weeks. All the rooms at this place seemed the same but for some reason this one was way bigger than the rest. It had a lovely window that overlooked the training station outside, a large bed that looked comfortable, a fireplace to keep you warm and a small wardrobe. It almost felt like this room did not belong to Kaer Morhen but rather an inn.

‘’Get some rest, tomorrow I’ll tell you what you’ll need to do.’’ Vesemir said his goodbyes to you as he closed the door behind him

You had a long journey ahead of you today as you also made some stops in between, hence why your muscles were aching. You were desperate for a bath but weren’t so sure where you could find one. Also since it was winter outside, the weather completely changed. Snow took over the entire property, the leaves fell off the trees and the once green grass was covered in its entirety.

Stepping out of the room you walked along the many hallways that lead to different rooms while others lead to other rooms that had equipment. With each door you opened you kept getting more and more upset - there was nothing. All there was, was just a bunch of random stuff that didn’t really have a place or a pile of junk. 

Feeling even more devastated than before you decided to return back to your room. The night by now has fallen, as the lamps lit up the place, making it feel more cozy. The chatter coming from downstairs was still up and about. After all it was the first day, when most witchers returned to their home, so it was only fitting for them to catch up with one another. 

As you open the door to your room you suddenly scream out loud, while covering your eyes.

‘’What are you doing in my room?!’’ you exclaim at the figure that was standing by the bed, with their shirt off

‘’Your room? This is my-...’’ and in that moment you recognize his voice as he does yours

‘’Geralt?’’ you put your hands down but still keep your eyes closed shut

‘’What on earth are you doing here?’’ Geralt asks as you hear him make a step

When it comes to Geralt, you very well knew who he was. The greatest witcher of all times. The best hunter for monsters. Most of the time alone or accompanied by his friend Roach. He always did what he had to do and he did it perfectly.

But when it comes to you two, often your destinies would collide with one another and whenever you’d see each other, there would be tension between you too. You've always thought you did something to him since he gave you the strangest look when you first met. As a result, you automatically did the same to him.

‘’Just put on a shirt first!’’ you extend your arms out, as a way to prevent him for coming further even though he only made a step to turn to you

‘’Why would I? You are in my room, you barged in here.’’ he argues back and you hear the shirt shuffling in his hands

‘’Excuse me?,’’ you let your hands down ‘’Vesemir had told me this was my room while I’m staying here.’’ you point to the ground as you hear Geralt snicker

‘’Staying? Are you staying here?’’

‘’Yes? Did you not see my stuff I put in the wardrobe?’’ your eyes were still closed shut as you hear the door of the closet creak open

‘’Why are you here?’’ he asks, closing the wardrobe ‘’And also you can open your eyes, it’s not like I had my-...’’

‘’Okay!’’ you squeal quickly, opening your eyes to see Geralt wearing a black linen shirt that was tucked in his pants

‘’Do you mind leaving now?’’ you gesture to the door

‘’No? It’s my room.’’ 

You really did not have the time to argue with him but you did not wish to give up the room under any circumstances. If this was someone else asking for their room you’d give in already but since it was Geralt that was off limits.

‘’Geralt, I do not care if this was your room it’s mine now.’’ you point to yourself 

Geralt huffs in annoyance, throwing his head back as his hands were on his hips. You now understood why this bedroom was his. He was the best witcher out there so I guess it was only fair to give him best of the best, as he caught many monsters and dealt with different quests. But you knew how other rooms there were. Most had a small bed with no fireplace and there were even rats around as nobody really took care of that. 

‘’Then we share it.’’ he suggests and your eyes open wide

‘’Share it?’’ you were in disbelief that he even said that

‘’I’m afraid all the other rooms are occupied.’’ as he says that you peek your head out to the hallway and notice that sure indeed all the rooms were full as light came from each of them under the door

When the winter comes around all the witchers return back to this place to have some rest as there aren’t many monsters at this time. And when they do return this place is full of chatter, laughter and them sharing stories among one another. But you did not understand why Vesemir gave you this room if he knew it was Geralts.

‘’Can’t you sleep somewhere else? You could share a room with another witcher?’’ you look back at him as he gestures ‘no’ with his head and that’s when you thought that maybe it was unfair of you to just kick him out of his room that he earned fighting along many different creatures. However you were still going to stay in this room no matter what.

‘’Fine but what about the bed?’’ 

‘’I’ll take the floor.’’ he answers as he rushes past you out of the room

You watch him leave unsure as to where he was headed but in the meantime you decide to get ready for the bed. You took the duvet off and quickly jumped in, tucking yourself in afraid he was going to change his mind.  

Soon Geralt was back in the room with a pillow, a duvet and a fluffy carpet. He closes the door before throwing everything he held on the ground. The carpet he placed on the floor which you realized it was for him to lay down but given the fact he was tall and bulky, the carpet practically disappeared underneath him. You watch him fiddle with the pillow and the duvet, tossing it one way and another, he was getting frustrated. 

‘’Geralt.’’ you call to him and at first he doesn’t acknowledge your voice

‘’Geralt.’’ this time you said it louder and finally grab his attention

He whips his head and pierces his eyes into yours. You knew this wasn’t a way for him to sleep, especially because you did not know how long you were going to stay here. It was weird as you had some pity for him but then despised him, still you knew how hard they work and how desperately they need their sleep to recharge for the next season.

‘’We can share the bed.’’ you offer as you scoot over to one side and he just looks at you confused

‘’Just a few minutes ago you didn’t wish to share a room with me and now you want to share the bed?’’ 

‘’I do not have time to bicker, take this side of the bed or have fun sleeping on the creaky wooden floor.’’ you turn your back to him, taking half of the duvet covering your body in it

For a second there it was quiet, there wasn’t a single sound to be heard until the floor slowly creaked from behind you. A ‘Hmm’ left Geralt’s mouth before you felt the bed dip, the weight of the bed shifts as the other part of the duvet is being thrown to you. 

‘’I got mine.’’ he shortly says as you hear his covers shuffling before he settles in the comfort of the bed

The setting was strange, sharing a bad with someone you did not like. Every little move he would make with his body the bed would creak but that didn’t bother you as the weight of your eyes took over you and you fell asleep.

Somewhere in the middle of the night you began tossing and turning as you were starting to get cold. The fire in the fireplace burnt out and the room suddenly changed temperatures. The duvet wasn’t doing you any justice as well at that point. Your body was freezing underneath it and because of that you were unable to sleep even though you were exhausted. But you weren’t the only one that couldn’t shut their eyes.

‘’When do you think you’ll stop?’’ you hear Geralt’s raspy voice

‘’When I get warm.’’ you didn’t even turn around to him, instead just mumble that under your breath. You wanted to start the fire in the fireplace but you didn’t have the will to get up and get even colder so instead you decided to shut your eyes and tried not to think about the coldness and eventually the sleep took over you.

Some point a little later in the night you had to switch sides and you had completely forgotten that you were sharing a bed with Geralt. It wasn’t until you opened your eyes slowly to find his yellow golden gaze staring at you. He didn’t say anything once the two of you met each other's gazes and suddenly the only thing you could hear in the room was you two breathing.

‘’Why are you looking at me?’’ you whisper, as your eyes were half open now, holding onto the duvet in your hands

‘’You are the total opposite when you sleep.’’ he remarks in his low voice

‘’What do you mean?��’ 

‘’You don’t say much. You’re quiet.’’ Geralt said while you narrow your eyebrows at him

‘’Fuck you.’’ you lift your head off the pillow as you say that, Geralt just snickers back at you

‘’Such pretty lips saying all that filth.’’ he all of the sudden says and you widen your eyes at him. His were fully focused on you now, wavering around your eyes to your lips. You could feel your heart beating faster and faster and you weren’t sure why you were having these thoughts.

‘’Huh?’’ 

Geralt quickly closes the distance and places his lips on yours. It was such a gentle kiss, without any strong pressure. He let his lips remain on top of yours for a few seconds whilst you closed your eyes, unsure how to respond. 

His lips leave yours before he returns, significantly stronger this time as he removes his hand from beneath the covers and softly places his thumb beneath your chin. You now respond by spreading your lips as he leans in and you kiss him back.

He moves himself closer to you as his hand begins traveling down from your face to the back of your head before pausing at your lower back. You too took your hands from beneath the covers and delicately touched his face with your fingertips. You could feel his rough skin along with his stubble he had not shaved. His hair tickled at your skin once he deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue in your mouth evoking a moan out of you. His tongue danced with yours, every now and then he’d pull away just to kiss you again before going back in to bite on your bottom lip, everything was becoming more heated.

‘’Geralt…’’ 

‘’Yes?’’

‘’What are we doing?’’ you confusingly ask once you two stopped kissing

‘’Kissing each other.’’ he replies, as his thumb traced your lips

‘’But I hate you.’’

‘’Oh you do? Show me how much you hate me then.’’ he says quietly, his eyes were yearning for more you and the desire inside of you, it was like a spark that was waiting for a while before it ignited, that’s when you swiftly remove the duvet and straddle him

Your legs were on the side of him and he immediately put his hands on your hips. But first he assists you in removing  your dress as you help him get rid of his linen shirt. Your breathing hitched once you felt something hard underneath you, poking at you but it felt good.  You lower yourself to him, just inches away from his lips hovering over.

‘’Kiss me.’’ he orders before you close the gap and kiss him hard. Geralt’s hands came back at your hips, aiding you to move and you felt your pussy getting increasingly wetter and wetter each time you’d feel his cock twitch underneath you

"For someone that was visibly annoyed by me, your hard cock is saying otherwise." you add in between kisses.

That’s when he backs up and within seconds he moves you away from himself. He gets out of bed but turns around to face you, his knees slamming into the bed frame. His massive cock jumps out as he quickly takes his pants down. As you were on your knees, staring up at him, he drew you closer and grips your neck.

‘’Open your mouth.’’ he urges and you don’t even think twice because you wanted him, you needed to taste him in your mouth and you didn’t care about anything else

You do as he says and he shoves his cock in your mouth, while keeping his hand on your neck.

‘’That’s more like it you fucking cunt. Got you all quiet now huh?’’ his dirty talk had your pussy throbbing and you wanted so badly to touch yourself but Geralt had a different idea

‘’Put your hands behind your back.’’ he instructs, eyes watching you as you keep taking him in your mouth

Geralt began moving his hips back and forth, as you bobbed your head to the pace he was instructing. Your eyes were looking directly at him as he threw his head back once he placed his hand to the top of your head. 

‘’You take this cock so fucking good,’’ he growls as he takes his dick out of your mouth ‘’stick your tounge out.’’ you obey him as he slaps his dick on your tongue, repeatedly before putting it back in your mouth

He was fucking your mouth, his head went back once he pushed it all the way and that caught you off guard. Your entire body was in a state of euphoria, that feeling of him completely within your mouth was driving you mad. You loved his taste.

‘’Fuck, that feels so good.’’ he purrs as he takes his cock out and a trail of saliva comes out of your mouth. Your lips were red, swollen from how much he pounded his dick in your mouth.

His face lowers to you and he crushes his lips on yours while making sounds. He tugs and licks at your lips, his hand resting on your face and you couldn’t keep your hands away from him. You had to touch him. So you tug at his hair as your other hand pulls him closer, causing him to collapse on top of you. He didn’t seem to mind that as he began slowly grinding on your pussy.

‘’Look how fucking wet you are cunt.’’ he says mid between kissing you as you feel his hard cock, grazing over your wet pussy. Both of your hands were now in his hair, his were at the either side of your body, holding himself up as his cock was drenching in your juices.

‘’Geralt…’’ you mutter his name 

‘’Mmm, yes princess?’’ you feel his finger on your pussy and you jolt in your place

‘’What did you want hm?’’ he asks, his voice so sinful, wishing you to have more of him but you couldn’t make up any words. It was difficult to talk while he was playing with you, a cocky expression on his face knowing he had every inch of you he desired.

‘’You need to tell me princess, so I know what I need to do to make you feel good.’’ he leaves a trail of wet kisses along your jawline as your eyes roll back from the feeling

‘’I…I want your…’’ you gulp and lick your lips as Geralt watches you with hungry eyes ‘’I want your mouth on my pussy.’’ you finally croak out and he kisses your lips before going down to your legs.

‘’You want me to lick your pussy?’’ he opens your legs further apart, getting access to your exposed dripping cunt. His arms wrap around your legs holding you in place before dipping his head and licking a strip up your pussy.

‘’Like this?’’

You nod as he snickers and goes back in, flicking his tongue repeatedly, up and down in any direction he could think off. His tongue was velvety making you fill up with pleasure. He looked so handsome this way, the window from the roof was shining just enough on him, outlining his back and arm muscles. His hair was falling at his face and his eyes would occasionally peek up at you.

As you glance further down his body you could see his hard cock, jerking every time you’d moan or call his name. Just thinking about him being inside you made your body melt, you felt tingles from your spine traveling throughout your body. 

Geralt seemed to take notice of your eyes as he smiled in your pussy ‘’Do you want something else, I can give it to you.’’ he removes his tongue off of your cunt and retrieves his body back to yours, as he licks his fingers before locking his lips back to yours. 

‘’Yes.’’ you whisper, unable to control yourself

‘’Do you want my cock?’’ he says as he glances down and reaches for his cock, taunting you with his tip at your pussy

‘’Yes.’’ you were pleading by this point now

‘’Do you want me to fuck you?’’ 

You bit at your lower lip, he was driving you insane. His tip alone was enough to make your brain dizzy, let alone his deep voice, which sent shivers down your body every time he talked to you dirty.

Finally you nod and he pulls you closer to him as he enters you, slowly at first, filling your insides. He was big, you could feel every bit of him, stretching out your walls. You gasp out loud, your back arching, clutching at the sheets as Geralt muffles your sounds by kissing you. 

‘’Shit. Such a tight little pussy huh?’’ he asks, as he moves in and out of you. You were clenching around him, he knew where to find the right spot, your moans were the response to his movements.

The room was filled with sweat, moans and Geralt’s grunts as he began moving faster. He leaves your lips and grabs at your legs, placing them around himself as he was on his knees. As he’s holding at your legs, he keeps going faster and faster. His body was glistening with his sweat, his perfect v-line flowing down to his cock, while he pummeled into you, flinging his head back.

You were still grasping at the sheets, closing your eyes in between, nobody has ever made you feel this good. You could feel your pussy pulsing from his cock around your walls, his cock fit perfectly in you.

‘’Come here.’’ he suddenly says as he pulls you to himself and smother’s your face with his lips. He was kissing you all over your face, his tongue was licking at your cheeks, it’s like he wanted to devour you from head to toe - you tasted sweet to him.

Geralt then lays down on the bed and has your back facing him. He helps you as he eases you onto cock,holding you and fucking you again. Your hands were trying to support you but because of him you didn’t need to do so. You didn’t mind this position, the only issue is that you couldn’t see him and the sight of him in this state made you wet all over again.

He leans you back into him, your back now colliding with his chest as his head pops across your left side, where he turns your head and kisses your lips. His lips were hot, as he sucked and pulled at them. His hand slithers down your body to your pussy. You had no idea it would make you feel even better, but it did. He began circling around it, driving you insane.

‘’Geralt…fuck.’’ you moan unable to control yourself

‘’Only I can fuck this pussy, you understand?’’ 

‘’Mhm…’’ 

‘’Say it.’’ he demands as he kisses you again

‘’Only you can fuck this pussy Geralt.’’ you repeat and he smiles into the kiss

‘’Make me cum with this pussy.’’ he says as you squeeze your pussy, knowing it would drive him over the edge and you were right

‘’Cum with me.’’ he lastly says before you feel his heart beating faster

Geralt’s hand is continuing playing with your pussy as you feel him twitch inside of you. His cock was pulsating as you felt yourself getting filled with his warm cum. His lips were pressed to yours, he was groaning in your mouth, you moaning back into his. Both of your bodies went to a new state. Your vision went black once you reached your high and the sensation overtook your entire body. 

‘’Fuck.’’ you cry out, biting your lip while arching your back

His heavy breathing slowly came at ease but your body was still buzzing from the orgasm he just gave you.

‘’You’re shaking.’’ Geralt says as he takes his cock out and quickly places you at his side, wrapping your body with the duvet. He pulls you close to himself, wrapping his arms around your frame to keep you secure and in place.

‘’Geralt, did we really just fuck?’’ you mumble and feel his hands caress your back

‘’We did,’’ he takes a moment to look at you ‘’do you regret it?’’ he asks, his eyes speaking to you

‘’No, I don’t. Do you?’’

‘’No. I always wanted to be inside you.’’ 

You playfully bump your head onto his chest and giggle as you see a smile on his face as well. He removes a strand of your hair away from your face and places a soft kiss on your lips.

‘’So all you needed was to fuck me and suddenly you don’t hate me anymore?’’ you say, as you trace the features on his nose

‘’The only thing I hated was that this pussy wasn’t mine. Until today.’’ his hand moves to your ass where he slaps it and right after squeezes it

‘’When did I say it was yours?’’ you joke but he slaps your ass again making you jump in your place

‘’This pussy is mine. Only mine.’’ he kisses your nose before nuzzling you back into him rocking you with his body

It felt so good laying with him like this, the warmth wrapping around you and hearing his breathing was the perfect combination to make you fall asleep but not before he said ‘’Our destinies always seem to be colliding Y/n.’’ that made you think of all the other times you had seen him. Sometimes you’d see him in random places, unturned areas yet and he’d be there. Each time you’d see one another, each time your eyes would be different. But it never came to your head that this all was in fact destiny. It never came to you that the feeling you had was true - you wanted him to be yours.

‘’You are right. Maybe we belong to one another after all.’’  you reply and his hands came to your face, lifting it up

‘’Not maybe, rather yes, we do belong to one another.’’ the sides of his mouth lift upwards and he leans in kissing you but with the biggest passion yet

“I never hated you.” he suddenly says as he keeps his hands around you and takes his eyes up the window on the roof “I wanted you, each time I’d see you I felt something in me, it was pulling me in to you.” he licks his lips before continuing ''But I always thought to myself 'Why would someone like her wish to be with someone like me'.” he looks back at you, his eyes were heavy and sleepy

''Someone like you?'' you scoff and sit up ''Do you know how strong and amazing you are Geralt? You are the most powerful witcher out there,'' you point to the window ''there is no one that could beat you.''

Geralt takes your hands in his lap and sits up with you ''That's all I am Y/n. I kill monsters and get their blood all over me. I reek of their smell.''

''You are protecting us. Protecting the people. Without you, this world would have eaten us by now.'' you boop his nose with your finger and he grabs your hand, placing it himself on the side of his face and the weight of his head falls into your hands

''You are such an extrodinary woman Y/n. I'm sorry if I was...''

''Grumpy? Annoying?'' you cut him off and snicker

''Yes. I was trying to push you away for my own being which was a very dumb decision...'' he wavers off, he was troubled by this

''I mean I did the same to you, only you did it first to me and then I did it and then I thought 'what did I do wrong' because you were always so mad when you'd see me and I-...'' Geralt stops you from talking as he smashes his lips onto yours, breathing in your scent

''You're mine Y/n. That's all that matters to me now. I have you.''

[courtforshort15]

The Hypocrite of Hell's Kitchen

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GNReader

Word Count: 1,900

Summary: You end up in the emergency room. Matt is a total goddamn hypocrite.

Trigger warning: brief discussion of blood

Masterlist

"I hope you know how extremely hypocritical this is."

"Feel free to submit a complaint; someone will get back to you in 5-7 business days." There's a ghost of a smile on his lips as he tilts his head so that his sightless eyes are aimed in your general direction.

"Matt," you groan, throwing your head back against the stiff hospital pillow, the fabric scratching at the back of your neck uncomfortably. Sleeping on silk sheets for as long as you have now means everything else feels nearly intolerable. "We both know you could have done this at home."

"Probably," he admits with a shrug, though you know he's taking this much more seriously than his tone suggests. "But you fell onto a rusty nail, and you can't remember the last time you got a tetanus shot."

"It was probably within the last eight or nine years," you mumble under your breath.

"Probably isn't good enough, not with this. We're not taking the risk." He squeezes your hand gently as a needle with a local anesthic pierces your skin to the left of the long, jagged cut on your leg. You wince. Claire's already made sure to give you the tetanus vaccine, and with stitches on the horizon, you're starting to feel like one of those pin cushions people store their push pins and sewing needles in.

"But still--"

"No," he interrupts, not letting you get a word in to argue your case. The man is good at speaking over people when needed, a characteristic that is no doubt beneficial in court, but you roll your eyes at the fact he's using that skill on you while you're about to be stitched up. "This isn't related to any...nefarious dealings, not like with me. We have insurance for a reason. There's no harm in having you looked at in an actual hospital."

You curse him under your breath, knowing he can hear you. His mouth twitches into a quick grin reserved only for you.

"He's right, you know," Claire pipes up as she places the used needle in the disposal box. She's smirking slightly, even as she rolls her eyes at Matt. "Can never be too careful when it comes to rusty nails."

"I don't see you admonishing Matt like that," you say defensively. "He's the one who needs to take more care when it comes to things like rusty nails."

"I gave up on him a long time ago."

Matt lets out a loud sigh as he shakes his head. "I also know that I am up to date on my tetanus shot, so they don't pose as much of a danger to me."

"Yeah, sure, let's pretend that's the only thing I need to worry about when you go out at night," you tell him. You look away from him when you see Claire shift out of the corner of your eye as she begins to pull out the tools she'll need to stitch up your leg.

Your breath catches, eyeing the needle, and you know he hears it. His head lowers towards yours, a soft sympathetic sound rumbling in his chest.

"Another reason why I didn't want to do this at home, sweetheart," he whispers to you as he tightens his grip on your hand before tenderly bringing it to his mouth for a soft kiss. "I'd much rather be the one holding your hand, not the one sewing you up."

"Hypocrite," you repeat, though you say it fondly. "A bloody limb needing stitches is almost standard for you."

"For me, yeah," he agrees. His blank eyes are soft, and you'll never know how he manages to covey so much emotion through them, despite not being able to see. "It's different when you're involved."

"I still could have done this without the anesthesia," you argue faintly. It's a lie, an absolute fucking lie. Your pain tolerance is nearly non-existent, and you know he knows it, too. "And I don't need you to hold my hand through everything. I would have been okay if you'd patched me up yourself."

"I feel better knowing you're not in pain," he says gently. "It's better this way."

"Better for me? Or better for you?"

He smiles and leans down to kiss the top of your head, but doesn't answer. You sigh, using your other hand to pull him down to sit on the gurney with you. He doesn't fight you, just lets you lead him until he's snug up against you, and the warmth of his body is a comfort on its own. Your leg is propped up on a pillow in front of you, and he uses the opportunity to rub his palm gently over your knee cap, just a few inches up from the gash you'd acquired while walking home from work.

Someone had accidentally bumped into you, causing you trip into a pile of wood that was, for some stupid reason, piled on the left side of the sidewalk. A sharp, oxidized nail pierced the skin in your leg as you fell down, and it had proceeded to tear a long, ragged cut into the soft flesh.

Matt had all but torn the front door off its hinges not 45 seconds after you'd gotten home, face pale and full of panic, no doubt having smelled your blood long before you'd made it home.

He wasn't very happy to find you hurt, demanding why you hadn't given him a phone call to let him know where you were so that he could come help you home. He was even less happy when you tried to pass it off as a mere scratch, arguing that it just needed to be cleaned and bandaged.

His head tilted in the way it always did when he was focusing in on something, and his eyebrows rose as he narrowed in on the napkins you still held in your hand, having stolen them from a coffee shop in effort to clean up the blood on your way home. They were almost completely soaked through.

Matt didn't even need to feel the skin around the slice in your leg to know it needed stitches, and he absolutely refused to take care of it at home. He was willing to take beating after beating every night, but he wasn't willing to patch you up if giving you stitches would cause you more pain. Claire had just started working at a hospital that was only a few blocks away, and Matt wouldn't hear any argument against taking you there. A cab was outside your apartment building less than five minutes later.

What an overprotective, uncompromising hypocrite.

"You'll feel a little tugging sensation here and there, but you shouldn't feel any pain," Claire interrupts your thinking as she sits on a chair and rolls it until she's to the left of the gurney you're laying on. She moves your leg until it's at an angle that works for her, and picks up the needle that's she's placed on the small cart next to her.

You glance away again, focusing on the man who has tucked you into his side, arm thrown over your shoulders. You're in a semi-public space, but he's not wearing his glasses. He knows you will always, always prefer seeing his whole face, will always prefer seeing his beautiful eyes instead of the sharp red lenses, and the fact that he removes them while not in a private setting says a lot. He's willing to make himself uncomfortable to help you feel safe and secure while a needle presses in and out of your skin.

You don't deserve him, but he's still there beside you, every step of the way. He whispers into your ear how much he loves you, and how well you're doing, and you make a sound of derision in the back of you throat.

"This is nothing compared to the shit you go through on a weekly basis, Matt," you point out, avoiding the urge to shift away from the needle going in and out of your skin. You don't feel anything, but the sight of it still sends your stomach rolling.

He hushes you with a gentle finger over your mouth. "It's not a competition," he insists, tilting your head up and pressing a quick kiss on your lips.

His hands are soft and light on your skin as he runs them up and down your arm, your thigh, anywhere he can touch. There are plenty of forehead kisses and hand squeezes in between the snarky comments he passes back and forth with Claire.

Though the stitches are uncomfortable, you find yourself grinning in satisfaction as Claire uses some of her time to call Matt out on his hypocrisy, telling him that she'd have a better sleep schedule if he took as good of care of his own body as he does yours.

"Have I told you how much I love you, Claire?" You ask, smirking at her as she continues stitching your skin together. "Because I absolutely live for every opportunity we get to gang up on Matt."

She snorts, and Matt sends you a dry look. "I haven't heard it yet today, but you know the feeling is absolutely mutual."

"I should have never introduced the two of you," he grumbles, though he doesn't look necessarily upset at the teasing. "That was the biggest mistake of my life."

"Hush," you tell him, nudging him with your shoulder. "We both know that's a lie. You love us fawning over you."

Matt immediately objects. "There's a big difference between fawning and whatever shit you think you need to call me out on."

"There's a ton of shit to call you out on, though," you say innocently, and Claire huffs a laugh, the sound indicating she agrees with you. "You just make it so easy."

Matt's face tells you he's amused despite his objections. "Be quiet and let Claire work," is all he tells you in response. You shrug your shoulders, smile widening when he squeezes your hand and rubs a thumb over the back of it.

When she's done, she gives you instructions on how to care for them over the next week or so. Matt hounds her with questions, and the two of you look at each other in exasperation, knowing that half the things Claire is recommending are things he never does for himself.

You make it home uneventfully, and Matt picks you up in his arms once you're safely inside the apartment building, reluctant to let you take one more step if no one is around to question a blind man's ability to carry you to your front door. You protest loudly, but he ignores it, especially because he knows you secretly love being held by him like this.

He lowers you to the couch, handing you the remote so you can put on your favorite TV show, and you make sure it's set up with audio descriptions. Without prompting, your favorite blanket is brought to the couch from the bed you share, and your favorite dinner is eventually placed in your lap as he settles down at your side, ready to pull you into him once you're done eating.

"You're still a hypocrite," you mumble into his chest as he wraps the blanket around you both a little tighter, careful of the injured leg you've propped up on his hip.

"That's a strong possibility," he whispers in your ear. You watch drowsily as the gold of his wedding band catches the light when he moves to push your hair behind your ear. "But you're the one thing I won't compromise on, sweetheart. And that's not going to change."

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Leah imprinting on you, a vampire

Request: Yes or No

Sorry for the delay in Fire Meets Fate! I was hoping to hop on and get it out early today but I got hit with shark week so it'll most likely be coming out later in the day or tomorrow at most!

~~~

One of the things you loved about being a vampire had to be super hearing. You could hear the sound of sticks breaking, their heavy breathing, and their footsteps from a mile away. The wolves, or shapeshifters as they preferred to be called, were anything but discreet.

"You'll get used to it." Edward muttered, an amused smile toying at his lips.

"Why do they smell like that?" You asked, nose scrunching up. They smelled like wet dogs.

"I think it's cause they like going cliff diving." Edward's human girlfriend piped up from beside him, eyes flickering to Edward as she toyed with the sleeves of her shirt, an awkward and shy smile appearing on her face when she met your questioning gaze. "So, they like... smell wet all the time because of it."

"Definitely a possibility." Edward nodded, fondly gazing down at her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"They're here!" Emmett called, moving away from the treeline, hand in hand with Rosalie. A black wolf emerged from over the small hill first, lip curling to display his sharp canines.

"How many are there in total?" You asked, looking back at Bella and Edward.

"More and more have been shifting in recent months. It's easy to lose count." Edward responded. You grunted softly and turned back toward the wolves. They were majestic, that was for sure, but they reeked.

"Thank you for meeting with us, Sam. This is (Y/N), one of our friends from the Denali coven." Carlisle introduced, smiling at the black wolf. Sam's amber eyes studied you for a moment.

"He wants to know how long (Y/N) will be staying with us." Edward said, nudging you forward. You shot him a look over your shoulder, huffing softly and addressing Sam.

"Just a month, maybe two. I don't plan on causing trouble for the Cullens so you can rest easy." You explained but your words did little to relax Sam. His eyes narrowed and he looked back toward his pack members.

Taking another look at the rest of them, only two truly seemed at ease. A large brown one who you assumed was Jacoh from the way he kept his eyes trained on Bella and a smaller sandy-colored wolf. However, your view of the smaller wolf became blocked by light gray fur. You lifted your gaze to meet the eyes of the rather irritated looking wolf, brows furrowing when the wolf suddenly froze. The other wolves snapped their heads in your direction, looking between you and the gray wolf.

"Did I already offend them?" You asked, looking back at Edward only to find him grinning widely. The mind reader laughed and reached forward, patting your shoulder.

"(Y/N) meet Leah Clearwater. She just imprinted on you."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Edward."

"Does that mean you'll be moving in? We have a spare room back home! Oh, we need to go shopping decorate it." Alice beamed, clapping her hands together and giggling.

"I have a home already in Alaska with my sisters and the others." You reminded her, looking toward Carlisle. "Irina will be furious when she finds out. Can it be reversed?" A loud whine cut through the air from Leah and even she looked surprised at the noise.

"It's... complicated. You can reject Miss Clearwater but it'll cause her a great deal of pain." Carlisle explained. You frowned, arms crossing as you looked back at her. Her brown eyes watched you, a mix of sadness and hope swirling in them.

"You can also accept her, (Y/N). You can remain friends, however over time, she will develop feelings for you and only you." Edward added, his amusement over the whole ordeal having died down.

Scoffing softly, you shook your head. "This is some fucked up Romeo and Juliet shit." The choice was yours and everyone's attention turned to you as they awaited your decision.

Gifs aren't mine.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Omg what about this reader sees Ashtray bleeding or something then she helps him and he leads her to fez and says “she’s cool and I owe her one” or something like that.

Please this is so so so so cute.

Hell yeah I'll do this.

"Fuck!" A loud curse tears me away from my phone, my head craning to look in the direction that it came from. A small boy, maybe eleven or twelve, rests his head between his knees, blood pooling below him on the concrete. "Fucking shit!" He squeals once more, now causing me to rise to my feet as I abandon my bus stop and my shift at work.

By the time I reach him, he's groaning quietly against the steps of the corner store, the gash on his forehead looking nasty. I hesitate as the words get stuck in my throat, not exactly used to being in a situation where I can help, but not knowing how to offer.

"Uh, hi." I mutter, the boys annoyed gaze flickering up to look at me. "Do you want help?" I ask quietly, my finger pointing to the blood on his forehead. He curses again under his breath, shaking his head as he blows out a sigh.

"Fuck- No, I don't want help." He hisses, my feet taking a step back as I tilt my head at him.

"I'm EMT certified with a first aid kit. The least I could tell you is if you need stitches or not." I offer again, my arms folding over my chest as he glances up at me, not completely convinced. "Unless you want it to get infected and end up with a three thousand dollar emergency room bill." I snort, his eyes widening as he nods, his hands not moving from his forehead.

"Yeah, alright, I guess. But come inside. Can't have anyone seein' this shit." He huffs, standing up with wobbly legs. I laugh under my breath as I follow him inside the store, watching as he tries his best to hoist himself up on the counter. "Name's Ash." He mutters, swinging his legs over the counter as he sighs.

"Nice to meet you, Ash. I'm Y/n." I smile at the boy, fishing through my purse to pull out my first aid kit. He hands me a paper towel, my hands immediately lifting it to dab off some blood. He hisses, a small, sorry smile on my lips as I work. "It looks like you'll need stitches but if you can put up with me putting a few of them in, I can save you the money." I offer, his eyebrows pulling together as he ponders. After a few moments, he shrugs, giving me the go ahead.

Hearing the bell on the door ring next to me, I turn my head to see a man around my age enter the store. He looks between Ash and I, blinking a few times with a scoff.

"The fuck is happening, Ash?" The man asks, his bright blue beautiful eyes trained on my hands that work on threading the needle.

"I fucking tripped outside, busted my head open. Kind lady here- Y/n- saw me and offered to help." Ash sums up, his nose scrunching up in pain as I gently poke the tattered skin of his forehead.

"Guess nice people do still fucking exist." The man utters with a smile as he passes behind me, making his way around the counter. "I'm Fez. Ash is my brother." Fez smiles, his arms resting against the counter as he watches my fingers lift the needle to his brothers forehead.

"This is gonna hurt, so..." I trail off, Ash taking a deep breath as he grips the edge of the counter. My eyes sneak quick glances of Fez in between threads of my needle, Ash taking the pain way better than I thought he would.

I could tell from the heat on Fez's cheeks that he thought I was pretty. His eyes would flicker over my face and down my body every time that I was caught up with making a new stitch. He's handsome- my type. I always liked tough looking guys with facial hair. The fact that he was also incredibly good looking on top of the other physical qualities, yeah.

"She's cool, Fez, we owe her one." Ash sighs as he hops down from the counter, his eyes trying to make out the stitches on his forehead in the reflection of the cooler. "And I gotta badass scar." I look between the boys with a sheepish smile, my cheeks heating up as Fez smirks playfully.

"Yeah, what do we owe her?" Fez hoists himself up onto the counter, his eyes on mine as I smirk, my shoulders shrugging playfully as I take a chance.

"A date?" I offer, a sweet smile on my lips as Fez's jaw slacks a bit, his cheeks heating up. He looks bashfully away from me, a small smile on his lips.

"What the idiot means to say, instead of complete and utter fucking silence is, yeah, he'll go on a date wit' you." Ash responds on his brothers behalf, a wink being sent my way as I giggle. My hands reach up to rest on my heated cheeks, Fez grinning as he sends me an agreeable nod.

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