#which is fucking nuts. and late work is not allowed At All. and hey maybe these are sorta normal policies elsewhere

[skrunksthatwunk]

heard a rumor from a high school teacher of mine that the professor of that sci-fi fantasy class (whose curriculum sounds cool but whose late work and attendance policies are extremely harsh and frankly inaccessible as hell) Does That with that policies so a bunch of people drop the class and she only has to grade like 5 ppl's papers. which may not be true at all but MAN.

[foreverrinmynever-blog-blog]

Lolol hey...12/22/24 6:15am

I'm not even sure why I logged back into this account. I'm not sure what I expected to read but it sure as hell wasn't all that lol. Tf was wrong with me?? If you knew me back then why didn't you tell me I was a fucking idiot 🤣

Maybe I'll start using this again? I've always liked looking back at past journals and such. Really gives perspective. I do have a notebook I sometimes write it but I think it's been close to a year.

Let's give a brief overview of the last 10 years, shall we?

Contrary to my last couple posts on here, Ed was *gasp* not my soul mate lmao. Like maybe a week after my last post he ghosted me cause guess what? I was a psycho mess lol. Seriously reading all those old posts was embarrassing. Happy to say I've grown a lot and I no longer act or think like old Chantal.

After Ed "broke up" with me I went on a few dates, had a few flings, finally learned to chill tf out and also value myself and stop trying to rush into a relationship with the first guy that gave me an ounce of attention.

I don't need to spell the rest out for my future self, I remember how Nick and I came to be. I still question his judgement tbh because I was still a little nuts lol...but it all worked out in the end.

We've been together almost 9 years, April will be 7 years married. We have a daughter of course. Who is currently awake and I'm pretending to still be asleep so I don't have to get up yet lol. Nick and I have had our ups and downs over the years, of course, but we have always come out stronger. I see now that I used to have no idea what love was.

The major happenings in my life as of lately revolve around my thyroid cancer. I had surgery in May and again in Sept of this year. I was terrified of surgery after trying to have it last December and having issues with anesthesia. I was convinced in May that I was going to die on the operating table. But if I didn't go through with it I wasn't getting rid of the cancer so what choice did I have? Obviously I'm alive. The second surgery was a little less terrifying although I'd say the recovery was a bit more painful. But I figured the hard part is over right? And then came time for radiation...

I'm currently 11 days post radiation "glow day". It's been hell. I'm scared and overwhelmed and lonely and frustrated. Physically it's been pretty uneventful, which is great. But having to send Nick and Vicky to Grandmas for a week was the hardest thing I've had to do. Not to mention sending my kitty to my mom's house. Nick and Vicky were allowed to come home on day 6, I've had to keep my distance from them and Nick has had to sleep on the couch. It's better than being home alone like the first week but it also just sucks. I could get into more detail but maybe later. I've been away since 3:30 and I might possibly be tired enough to finally get back to sleep.

More to come later? Or see you in 10 years lol who knows.

[weareallstoriesintheend]

As Long As You Need (Reader x Adam Sackler)

Summary: Adam and Reader are hookup buddies. Adam gets concerned that you don't want to see him for a few weeks and comes over to check on reader. Reader is struggling with anxiety/depression and Adam comforts them through a panic attack.

Warnings: Depression, anxiety & panic attacks

Note: This was the fic I wrote for the Summer 2021 @adcuficexchange for LondonID!🥰 I hope this fic is something that resonates with people, I know mental health is a vast and personal subject but I hope something hits home. Even if it's just some beautiful care from our favourite gremlin 💕

The light of the day was fading slowly and the grey cover of dusk was slipping its way into the room. You lay in bed, head tucked against the pillows, body exhausted with the expense of the energy anxiety was taking from you. You felt empty and yet full to the brim, your mind weighed so heavy that you could barely move most days. The second you heard the loud thumping knocks on your front door you jolted as if waking up from a bad dream.

“Kid you in there?” Adams voice came, muffled by the thick wood of the doors between you, booming through your silence. You realised in that moment that you hadn’t spoken to him or seen him for a while and as someone who was a pretty regular occurrence in your life it suddenly felt strange to hear his voice after such a long time, you pulled your phone out from under the pillow and unlocked it. Your eyes screwed shut at the blinding light, but peeking through your eyelashes you checked your messages. Your last text to him had been nearly 3 weeks ago, then the page was just filled with him texting you again and again. All of which, in the haze of your mind, you had ignored. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him; you craved his cheeky smile, soft hair and adorable galaxy of freckles that smattered his skin. It was just the thought of having to explain the tornado that was tearing you apart that felt like a crushing pressure you couldn’t bear. Basic daily life was enough, sometimes too much, so anything on top of that you had shut out.

You curled yourself into the sheets a little more, pulling them around your shoulders. Although they were soft cotton the brush of them across your overly sensitive skin felt like sandpaper dragging over a raw exposed nerve. You stayed as still as possible whilst his knocks continued to echo through your apartment.

In a way you wondered if you had any obligation to him at all, you guys just hooked up every now and again after meeting at a mutual friends birthday party a year or so ago. Nothing serious, no dates, just fucking. He scratched an itch for you so you didn’t have to brave the dating world that daunted you. He was fun, he made you laugh but he didn’t pressure you to spend any more time with him than coming over to hold you face down into your mattress allowed.

The knocks turned to bangs of a fist and you pulled your blanket over your head, maybe he’d just go away if he thought you weren’t home. Your body thrummed with the disturbance of your comfortable silence and it made you uneasy. A slight nausea rippled through your throat. “I know you’re home” his voice bellowed, you closed your eyes and didn’t respond. “Open the fucking door kid” he shouted, he didn’t sound angry but you couldn’t quite make out the tone. He’d never used it before around you that’s for sure, he almost sounded worried. Then there was more thumping on the door, “Kid, for fucks sake your sweet old lady neighbour is looking at me like I’m fucking nuts, open the door”

You sighed and slung yourself off the bed onto your feet. The rush of movement made your head spin; your muscles and joints ached with a lack of energy. You tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the main room of your apartment, hoping that he couldn’t hear your deliberately soft padding footsteps. With your eyes trained on the door you didn’t notice the chair sticking out from the table and you bumped it as you passed. You froze dead still waiting to see if he’d heard it.

“I can hear you rustling around in there. Just open the fucking door and talk to me”

“I don’t want you to see me” you replied hesitantly, not raising the volume of your voice too high knowing he could hear you through the door now. The croak of your voice finally speaking was crackly and broken. “Why not?”

“I… I don’t look great” you looked at yourself in the reflection of the painting hanging on the wall. In the glass you could just about see yourself looking back; your hair was greasy and dishevelled, your eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with red and dark circles created a deep shadow underneath them. You suddenly balked at how awful you actually looked, you hadn’t showered in a few days and it really showed. Your face looked kind of gaunt with the limited food and sleep you’d given yourself for the last few weeks, mind always racing with one thought after another. The racing thoughts only leaving space for the basics of working at your laptop for 8 hours a day and activities to numb your mind till a restless bedtime. “Are you kidding?” he scoffed, thumping his fist once against the door, “I’ve seen you sweating, crying and covered in my cum… I don’t think you looking a little messy is going to be bother me” You cringed at how loud he was talking and in your embarrassment you frantically pulled the door open, “Jesus Adam don’t say that so loud my neighbours will hear y-“ you paused mid-sentence when you saw how he was looking at you. He was shocked and trying to hide it but his eyes were wide with sympathy. You instantly went to close the door on him again but he put his overly large foot in the way.

“Nope, no way! You opened it, I’m like a vampire, you’ve got to let me in now” he smiled cheekily. You sighed and let go of the door walking away from him. “Listen I don’t know why you’re here” you said, voice trailing behind you as you made your way to the couch hearing him step inside and close the door behind him, “I don’t really think I’m in any fit state to be fucking anyone” “I’m not here to fuck you” he retorted, for some reason that kind of stung. “Then why are you here?” you said, nestling into the couch cushions as he firmly placed himself standing in front of you. Adam was staring down at you with that intense glare he always seemed to have and you squinted your eyes, hurting due to the light from the windows, to look up at him. “Why am I here? You haven’t talked to me for like… three weeks. What the fuck do you think I’m doing here? I thought I was going to find you rotting in the bathtub or some shit” You rolled your eyes “I’m fine” “Oh right this…” he paused, flailing his arms at the quite frankly disgusting state of your living room, “… this is ‘fine’?” “This is as good as it gets” you muttered under your breath. He scoffed and you looked up at him, you took a second to take him in. He’d clearly run here, the beads of sweat were trailing gently down his temples and had matted the curly little front pieces of his hair. The outfit he was wearing, a dark blue cut off tank top, grey knee length shorts and heavy tan work boots over cream socks, would look kind of uncoordinated on anyone else but something about Adam always just… made sense.

“What do you mean?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Nothing” you rolled your eyes again, “You know you can just go right? I don’t even know why you’re bothering”

“What are you talking about kid? I wanted to make sure you were alright. You went all ghost on me and I was worried about you”

“Worried?” now it was your turn to scoff, you could feel the sickening panic rolling around inside your stomach and you needed him to leave.

“Yeah kid… worried” Adams voice suddenly had a tinge of anger behind it and it made the panic swirl harder around inside you.

“Well I don’t need you to worry about me. That’s not your job, your job is to fuck me and leave. And you’re good at that. So you do your job and I’ll do mine”

“Not true” he retorted, face screwed up a little against the harshness of your words.

“You were the one that set those rules Adam” you replied, frustration tainting your words “You don’t need to act like you give a shit”

“Hey when I commit, I really commit” “Commit to what?” you shouted, losing a little of your patience as your ears started to ring and the blood pumped through your body like a steady beat of music. “Commit to you!” he yelled back “We may not be dating or whatever but when I want someone in my life I work for that. Clearly you don’t…we are supposed to be fucking friends after all!”

He had every right to be mad, you had barely treated him like a human being lately and the wash of guilt made your heart start to jump in its rhythm. You could feel the brush of heat up the back of your neck and your pulse thudding in your ears. You shook your head wishing away what you knew was happening; the panic of the overwhelming sense of everything was rising up from your toes. He couldn’t see you like this, it was too embarrassing.

Although your breath was basically coming out like gasps you looked up at him and firmly said “Please leave”

He shook his head “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re avoiding me. Did I do something?” You stood up from your seat on the couch but didn’t get very far, your body felt over stimulated and you couldn’t get your mind clear enough to decide where to go to escape him. So you started pacing back and forth, hands clenching and unclenching at your sides.

“Adam please just go” this time your voice betrayed you even further, the tell-tale break in your speech giving away the tears that had begun to brim in your eyes. You pushed the base of your palms harshly into your eye sockets, rubbing away the tears. “Hey hey hey” he said softly, reaching out for your wrists and you flinched back, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Please just leave!” you shouted, panicked breath coming out of you in heavy pants. “I can’t breathe” you whispered to yourself turning away from him. Your tears, now virtually unstoppable, cascaded down your cheeks as the panic truly set in. You swayed slightly as you began to feel light-headed.

“Tell me what you need” you heard him say, but his voice felt like it was miles away from you even as he stood mere steps away with his hands outstretched slightly in your direction.

This was it, you were officially going crazy. You couldn’t even handle a simple conversation or own up to your shitty actions. You stole a glance at Adam, his eyebrows were pulled down with concern watching you and a wave of nausea rolled up into the back of your throat. He was going to think you were insane after this, this was the last time you were ever going to see him and this was how you were acting. You felt your cheeks heat up, burning with panic and embarrassment. One of the only things that kept you afloat, the only thing had made you happy as of late, was going to walk out. You could imagine him telling his friends about the crazy chick he used to fuck on the side, “She just totally flipped out on me, honestly man fucking nuts” you could practically hear his voice already, full of mocking vitriol towards you.

Then you really started to hyperventilate, chest aching with the weight of your gasps, but something in the back of your mind gave you respite… that wasn’t Adam. That wouldn’t be how he would act. He was kind. You glanced up at him as your hands began to shake violently.

“I-I’m sorry” you stuttered out, you felt your body collapse underneath you as the room began to spin around you. He dove forward to catch you as your body buckled down to the hard wooden floor.

“Come here” his voice was gentle and barely audible to you but he held you tight, this time you didn’t flinch and he quickly gathered you into his arms in the fear you would move away from him again. “It’s just a panic attack, you’re going to be okay. I’m right here, it’ll be over soon” As he pulled you into his chest, seating himself on the floor with you, he stretched his long legs out around you so his whole body was caging you against him. Your breath instantly started to slow down as the warmth and closeness of him soothed you. He didn’t speak too much, he just calmed your mind with hushed whispers of “Shhh” and “You’re going to be okay”.

You clung yourself to him, vibrating with the force of the trembles that were wracking your body. Your teeth chattered in your head causing you to screw your eyes closed in pain. Your fingers wound tight in his shirt as your breathing finally began to even out. Your body released some of the tension that was winding your muscles tight and you leant a little more into his chest.

“H-how did you know?” you stammered, voice barely above a whisper as you regained your breath.

He shrugged “My mom used to get them… and my sister for a while. I’m used to it.” he smiled softly, lips merely twitching up at the edges as he gauged your reaction. He stroked his large hand through your tangled hair, massaging his fingers over your scalp as your body relaxed and you sighed. “Better?” he asked, placing a careful kiss to the top of your head. You nodded, the scent of his cologne and sweat drifted over you as you kept yourself gripped against him, not quite ready to be moved from his warmth.

“You didn’t have to do this” you croaked, looking up at him now. He shook his head and rolled his eyes jokingly, a smirk coming over his lips as he does it.

“You know we don’t just have to fuck right? We can be more than that.” he chuckled, holding your face gently with one hand, “We can also talk, we are friends right?”

You nodded again, looking up at him with wide glassy eyes. He kissed the tip of your nose and you scrunched it.

“Listen maybe we’re just friends for a little while. We can… get lunch or walk through the park when the weather gets better. Whatever you want” he shrugged, you smiled at the level of effort he was so clearly trying to give. Adam hated stuff like that, lunches out and walks in the park; he often said how trivial it all seemed to him. He liked to be at home in his own little world. So the fact he was offering to make you feel better was more than enough to bring a smile to your face. You nodded and giggled when he pumped the air with his fist in celebration.

“And you know, if you need someone to come with you to therapy or whatever I can do that too” he mumbled clearly unsure how you would respond, “You still go to therapy right? I know you mentioned it a while ago and I figured-“ he began to ramble nervously. You pressed your hand into his chest and nodded.

You pushed yourself up a little and placed a kiss to his cheek, “That would help, thank you”

He shuffled a little and rose to get to his feet before extending a hand out to you. You clasped your hand across his, so much smaller in his grasp, and used his body weight to pull yourself up on unsteady legs. He wrapped his arms around you a little bit, his body hunched over yours protectively.

“But first, you need food… and a shower” he paused for a moment, making small grunt-like thinking noises as he looked you over. Then all at once he dipped and gathered you up in his arms, you squealed loudly and wrapped your arms around his neck “What are you doing?” you protested through unsure giggles.

He didn’t say anything but started walking towards your bathroom. He kicked the door open with the toe of his boot and swung his arms so that your head just missed the door frame. He propped you, sitting upright, on the edge of your bathtub before reaching up and turning on your shower. He gestured for you to stand as the water began heating up behind you. Soft clouds of steam quickly started to rise up around the room and he nodded with satisfaction. He tentatively tugged at the base of your oversized-hoodie and you raised your arms above your head. He slipped your hoodie off in one swift motion and dropped it to the floor beside you both. You self-consciously crossed your arms over your now bare chest and he smiled down at you. He placed a kiss to your forehead before kneeling down to wriggle your panties off your hips and down your legs. You shuffled shyly, despite the fact he’d seen you naked so very many times, and stepped out of them as he reached your ankles. He tossed them on top of your hoodie, placing a tender kiss to your stomach as he knelt in front of you, before standing back up to his full height “I’ll get you fresh stuff and wash those” he noted, almost to himself as he spun you by your shoulders so you had your back to him. “You get in there” he pointed to the steady stream of hot water creating billows of steam in the small bathroom, “And I’m going to make you some soup, you still have cans of that chicken one you like?” You nodded once and he placed a firm kiss to your shoulder. With his hands on your waist he placed a final kiss to the top of your head before his touch left you completely. You smiled at his constant need to show you physical care, it was like he understood how even simple affection could heal even the worst of the pain your brain could throw at you. You turned to look over your shoulder as he left the room; like he sensed your hesitation he stopped and turned to look at you with a sweet smile…

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’ll stay with you as long as you need me too”

[illfoandillfie]

Impersonal

As promised, here’s the smutty followup to yesterday’s blurb! This is the fifth post of seven in my Platonically themed event. Again, it’s not really been edited because it’s late and I’m very tired but alas, thats how it goes. 

Words: 2,278

Warning: some vague dom/sub dynamic stuff with a more dom Ben, spanking, it’s P in V sex but theres a lot of talk about butts. Also they’re still dorks. 

It had been a nice day. You and Ben had gone out with a few friends, just a little picnic in the park to catch up with everyone. If you’d been at all worried about publicly being together on a no romo day, then it was for nothing. As much as everyone there considered you and Ben to be an item, it mostly went ignored, aside from a couple of questions about how you’d gone living together so far. But having such a big lunch, everyone having brought something to share, neither of you were especially hungry at dinner time. Ben whipped up a pot of butted noodles for you to pick at as you watched TV but it was soon set aside as you shifted to lean against the arm rest with your legs stretched out to lay over Ben’s thighs. Each of you were engrossed in your phones more than the quiz show he’d flicked on, occasionally sharing something you saw or read.  

You had opened tumblr and were scrolling through your dash, pausing to read longer bits here and there but mostly just liking images and reblogging memes. Until you hit a patch of not safe for work content. One of the porn blogs you’d long since forgotten you’d followed had hit a rare patch of activity, every second post one of theirs. Those posts you paid a little more attention to, especially when videos and explicit images were involved since you knew they were likely to be taken down soon and you didn’t want to miss out on seeing something hot. Unfortunately your headphones were in another room so you weren’t game to turn the sound on for any of the videos but the visuals and erotic comments below were enough to make you feel as if the room as heated up. You could feel yourself getting wetter at each new post but couldn’t seem to stop looking at them.  

A particularly good video of a sloppy blowjob made you clench your thighs together, your foot rubbing against Ben’s thigh as a result. His palm came to rest on the top of your foot, rubbing it soothingly, though his attention was still elsewhere. In fact, his gaze didn’t shift until a little later when you were looking at a very hot gifset of a woman on all fours, crying as she was pounded from behind. He cleared his throat. You jolted a little at the sound and tried not to look too guilty as you met his eye.   “You okay?” “Mmhmm,” His eyes travelled over you from the lip between your teeth to your tightly pressed thighs and your fingers wrapped firmly around the phone.   “I don’t mean to interrupt,” he said, clearly meaning to do exactly that, “but ummmm, are you watching porn right now?” “No,” you answered too quickly. “Hey, you don’t have to hide it if you are, go nuts. I’m just a little curious about what’s turned you on so much you’re practically panting. And can I help?” “I’m not watching anything. It’s just some gifs I saw.” “Well I think QPR law states you have to show me or you’d be a big meanie.” You chuckled and handed the phone to Ben, a little curious about how he’d react.   Ben watched the gifs through a couple of times before nodding, “Yeah, that’s uhhh, that’s pretty hot,” he rubbed your foot again as he kept watching the looped footage. “Are you turned on?” “Yeah, a bit,” “Hmmm, same.” “Should we-” “Do you wanna-” You spoke at the same time and then both laughed a little as you simultaneously agreed, “Yeah.” Immediately you swung your legs around intending to walk towards the bedroom and Ben followed for about two steps before he stopped suddenly, “Wait. This is a no romo day, right? Do you still feel anti-romance?” “Yes and yeah I think so. Why?” Ben shrugged, “I don’t think we’ve ever had sex on a no romo day so...how does it work?” “Oh, good point. Well.” you wanted to keep it brief, already worked up and wanting to move to the fun part, “I think it’s probably best if we keep it on kind of the rougher side, a little impersonal even. Could you maybe hit it from behind? I’m not really sure eye contact and all that stuff would be as fun for me right now.” “No need to ask twice. My hot partner wants me to look at her gorgeous arse while I fuck her? Yeah definitely into that.” “Jesus I’d forgotten you’re an arse man.” It was true too. As much as Ben might prefer ass to tits he also enjoyed the visual stimulation of watching you – seeing the pleasure on your face, watching your body react to his. So, while doggy style was a regular position for you, variations of missionary and cowgirl were probably a little more frequent. Which was wonderful, except not what you needed right then. Ben responded by poking his tongue out you but he seemed quite as eager to move things along, “So rough doggy then? Can I spank you?” “You’d be into that?” He shrugged, “I know we haven’t really done anything kinky yet but yeah, I enjoy spanking. I mean...watching an arse jiggle after it’s hit is incredibly hot.” You giggled, “spanking is very okay then. You could be a little mean too if you wanted, maybe calling me a degrading name to get at that impersonal thing. Slut maybe.” He hummed uncertainly, “I can try it if you really want but I gotta admit I’m not as into degrading stuff as I am spanking.” “It’s fine if you don’t, whatever works. Honestly, I’m already super horny so just do whatever you’re comfortable with and don’t get too gentle or loving with it, and I’ll be happy.” “I can definitely do rough for you. For instance,” You gasped as Ben grasped your hips and turned you around, positioning you in front of the arm of the couch before he pushed you to bend over it. It was a surprise considering Ben’s typical nature. He had his controlling or domineering moments but generally seemed happiest when he was showering you in affection or letting you take charge. Adding to the surprise was the way he tugged your pants down to your knees and began to touch you through your underwear. It made you squirm, trying to find a little more friction, but he only gave you a quick spank. Not overly hard but it didn’t have to be to make you feel tingly. Just knowing Ben was capable of an action like that was hot enough. All the same he pulled your knickers down too and ran his fingers through your folds.   “Wow, okay. You meant it when you said you were horny. Pretty wet already.” “No shit Sherlock. You know I don’t need lines like that that get you interested in fucking me.” He gave you another slap for your insolence.   “Better get you stretched out then, hadn’t we?” You felt two of Ben’s fingers rest against your entrance and expected to feel them sink into you too. But it didn’t happen.   “What’s the hold up, Tiger? Ow,” the spank had been a little harder than the last.   “If you want them so bad, do it yourself.” Your breath caught as you realised what he meant and you shifted your hips back, levering yourself against the arm of the couch, until you felt his fingers penetrate you.   “That’s it Kitten. You’re too horny to wait, aren’t you? God you’ve got such a pretty arse. Giving me the best view right now. Your needy cunt soaking my fingers while your arse,” he hit you again, “jiggles. It’s making me so hard.” You whined, unable to find a better response, and rocked back against his fingers, slowly fucking yourself on them.   He let you go on like that for a little while, happy to listen to your hitched breaths and needy sighs as you got a little of what you needed. But then he pulled his fingers from you. You let out a disappointed whimper, “Ben, c’mon,” “I’m so hard from watching you be so desperate. Just gotta get my pants off. But you can play with yourself for me, can’t you?” You nodded and shifted so you could drop your fingers to your pussy. Ben gave your arse another slap, “Not what I meant Kitten. Play with your arse.” Startled by the low growl in his voice you quickly complied, leaning on the couch as your brought both hands up to grab your arse cheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart to better show off your holes.” “That’s very good, Kitten. Spank yourself.” It wasn’t the same as when Ben spanked you since you knew what was coming and the position didn’t allow you to get as much force into your hits as he could. But it was definitely arousing and it definitely seemed to work for Ben. You’d barely registered the sound of his pants dropping before he was sliding into your wet and waiting cunt.   “I can take it from here,” Ben’s hands replaced yours, groping your arse as you dropped your arms back to the couch, though you felt it was useless to try and prop yourself up on them. It would only be a matter of time before you collapsed entirely.  

At first he kept the pace slower, letting you adjust to him, though each thrust was forceful, just as you’d asked it to be. But gradually Ben sped up, hands still playing with your cheeks, sometimes grabbing and sometimes spanking them. He tried to say more about how hot it was to take you like that but his own breath was escaping him as the words seemed to be. So he let his body talk for him as he pounded your cunt and dug his fingers into your flesh.   And then he pulled out.   You were on the verge of asking him who the fuck he thought he was when he said, “one second. Just want to try something.” and then, remembering he was meant to be acting mean, added, “And you just want me to keep fucking you, so you’re not going to complain.” In a disgruntled daze you let Ben help you up onto the back of the couch so that one leg was bent to lean against the arm he’d just had you bent over and the other dangled towards the floor. It took a little more adjustment before Ben was happy. First pulling you back towards him and the corner of the couch, and then pressing you to lean forward so your hips were raised and he could better access your pussy. You had to grab onto the back of the couch for support, digging your fingertips into the leather as Ben resumed fucking you.   The angle had changed a little and the position was slightly more awkward to maintain but it was worth it for the way your clit rubbed against the smooth leather, leaving a trail of wetness behind. Each thrust rocked your hips in such a way that you quickly found yourself getting close to release.

That, however, seemed to be Ben’s plan as he began telling you how good you were going to make him feel when he made you cum. “I know you’re close Kitten. So just cum. I want to feel your cunt on me when you do.” He lay another few spanks to your arse cheeks and that tipped you over into your orgasm.   But Ben didn’t stop.   “I th-think you can do bett-er than that,” he grit out as you clenched around him and he seemed to thrust twice as hard as he had before, “You were so,”   You grunted as he plowed into you. “So desperate before. So you can cum better than that. Right kitten?” You nodded and gasped out a, “Yes” as your arms shook with how hard Ben was fucking you.   But he didn’t relent. He kept going until he felt you tighten again and heard you moan, nearly sobbing as relief flooded your system.   That seemed to be enough for Ben and he let himself go too, holding your hip tightly as he pressed deep into you.  

Ben leaned his forehead against your back as he tried to regain his regular breathing rate and gave you a quick kiss there before he righted himself and helped you to dismount the couch. The evidence of your orgasms was still smeared across the leather but neither of you paid it any attention.   “Sorry I never called you a slut or anything,” Ben said with a slightly self-conscious chuckle, avoiding your eye as he hitched his pants back into place. “I just like Kitten better.” “Don’t be,” you said mirroring his actions to looking at him, “Kitten worked perfectly. Also, that was really good. Maybe you could be rough and mean more often?” “The double orgasm was a pretty good indication that it worked for you,” “Of shut up, I was being serious. It was really hot.” “Yes but I like teasing you, remember,” “Prick.” “That hurts,” he said with a fake gasp and a hand against his chest, “Keep talking like that and I’ll have to spank you again,” “Ha ha, very funny. Tease me all you want but we both you enjoyed it as much as I did.” “Maybe I did.” he conceded, “but I wasn’t going to hate it when I was watching your arse.” “Alright, you perv. Was there any leftover noodles? Bit peckish now.” “Yeah, in the fridge. Grab me some too would you?”

[yan-twst]

what about dorm leaders hcs for a s/o that is really laid-back and don't really care about classes and school but is actually really smart and mischievous and usually just use her smarts to prank and making the life of other students a freaking hell

riddle rosehearts

he loves his darling, but god, they drive him insane. he’s gonna start going grey at the fresh age of 17 if they keep this on-

listen!! riddle is all about the rules and scholarly excellence; the complete antithesis to his darling!! well, they do say opposites attract...

he’s always gonna be trying to kindle his beloved’s interest in school; despite not being a fan of their little pranks, he can tell they’re way smarter and skilled than they let on

gah!! he just wishes they’d put that skill into school, not their pranks!!

because they’re his darling, he miiight turn a blind eye to minor rule violations; as much as he thinks rules are absolute, he doesn’t want to be in his darling’s case all the time...

... unless they prank him. then yeah, no, it’s off with their head and he’s gonna drag them for a long lecture and a study session so they can think about what they did

he does think some pranks are very funny, especially the more elaborate ones- he’d specially love to see floyd get pranked, because he’s tired of being called goldfish!

... no, but he really wants his darling to do better in school. seeing that they’re natural pranksters, he’ll try his best to find another way to direct their mischievous energy towards studying!

leona kingscholar

leona, too, is a laid back, highly smart and skilled individual who has near failing grades in most classes because he simply cannot be damned to care about them- so in that sense, he really has no reason to tell his darling to put in any effort. hey, he isn’t a hypocrite!

while he prefers to spend his precious “wasting school time” time sleeping, his darling prefers to spend that time setting up elaborate pranks; he can, respect that, too, even if he doesn’t understand it

in leona’s mind, if anyone falls for the pranks, that’s their mistake. they walked right into the trap, their loss! he’ll do nothing to help the victims of his beloved’s traps, instead maybe even chuckling at them

of course it’s not nearly as funny when he is he victim of the prank. nope, his darling certainly won’t do that again: watching him growl and turn the bucket of water that had fallen on his head to sand had been enough of a message to find other targets

these two are every teacher’s biggest frustration; so smart, so full of potential, but.... just no drive to put said effort into classes... but maybe it’s leona’s darling who’s a bigger headache to the teachers; after all, leona just fucks off to nap, while his beloved isn’t above setting a prank for their dearest professor to run into

azul ashengrotto

well, he has to hand it to them; they’re mighty good at putting their brain to use when it comes to pranking others, even if their grades make them look like a careless student

he’s shocked to learn his darling has a reputation nearly as negative as his; until he sees just how much effort they put into making others’ lives misserable with their pranks. well, that’s certainly dedication, he can respect that

a prank is a very elaborate way to fool someone; setting their expectations in a way that doesn’t feel suspicious, subverting said expectation in a way that’s detrimental or even harmful to them but hilarious to the viewers, and making sure they don’t know they’re being fooled until it’s too late to stop it. in a sense, it’s a bit like his contracts

he... will ask to not get pranked. just right out, face to face ask his darling not to. he promises he’ll help wherever he can for their pranks- he just really, really doesn’t want to be a victim of one

like leona, he’ll laugh at those who fall for his beloved’s traps; their loss, their fault! though he can’t blame them: his darling is awfully crafty, and the way they set up pranks is almost unavoidable

kalim al-asim

while kalim is all for little pranks that make everyone laugh, he’s a little... horrified, by the magnitude of his darling’s pranks? like, they’re making people downright miserable- is that, um, something they wanted...?

on god his darling is gonna have to change their methods- because making others’ lives a living hell might be fun, but it makes kalim sad, and it’s just inhumane to make him sad

kalim is a bit surprised that his darling is so bright but just chooses to not apply that to school- hey, if he had that kinda brain, he’d be out there acing all his tests!! he knows they don’t care for school, but knowing they’re so bright, he might ask them for a tutoring session or two...

if he thinks whatever prank his darling is cooking up is relatively harmless, he might join in! he finds it fun, but only as long as it isn’t something that goes too far

vil schoenheit

oh, absolutely not. no, no! vil has to put in so much effort, not only on his appearance, but also to do well in school and keep his magic and brewing skills sharp; his darling just, can’t go and waste their smarts like that...!

it clearly drives him a little nuts, and he’s more than ready at any moment to remind his beloved that if they just apply themselves to school they could rise above- but he’s quick to realize that’s just something that doesn’t interest them

well... if being a prankster is what they want, then maybe he can’t criticize them for putting in the rare effort they do show into it, but...

pranks are just not allowed in his dorm- he makes that very, very clear. he works hard to make all the pomefiore students strive for the best, and a prank that may end up in ruined hair or outfits is... agh, no, he can’t even think of it!

people will seriously wonder how the hell he and his darling got together. vil is known for being harsh on laid back people or slackers, and it’s not like he’s a fan of pranksters, and yet somehow he fell for exactly that

still, vil won’t give up on trying to make his darling better themselves! if being a prankster is truly what they want, then they can at least prank people while looking flawless, right?

idia shroud

well, he doesn’t think much of the fact his darling doesn’t put in much effort into classes- he knows they’re smart, so does it really matter if they don’t care to stay awake during trein’s class?

idia thinks their pranks are hilarious. he has no problem hacking into the cctv to witness someone get owned by an ultra elaborate prank his darling set up; yup, this is peak entertainment

because he rarely leaves his room, it’s hard to set any serious pranks on him (besides, if ortho saw idia’s darling setting up a prank, they’d have to tell ortho they were gonna prank his beloved big bro and there’s no way they’re gonna hurt the little kid’s heart like that)

he likes having a laid back partner; it’s nice to just chill in his room, while he plays videogames and they do whatever

hell, he might even throw ideas for pranks- if there’s any gadget that could make them more interesting, he’d probably be all in to help. just- just don’t say he was in on it! he’d be terrified of angry students coming to knock on his door after a prank...

malleus draconia

malleus had simply assumed his beloved didn’t care for school- he’s surprised to see they’re actually highly capable (probably enough so to rival top students like azul or riddle), but simply... don’t care to apply that to academics?

well, if it’s on terms of pranks, while not being pranked often himself, lilia is the prankster of the dorm. he’s witnessed the ancient being pull a fast one on sebek more times than he can count

... oh, but his darling’s pranks aren’t like that, he notices. lilia usually takes advantage of sebek’s naivety to tell him wacky things that the green haired first year will believe without question to create hilarious antics- but, no, that’s too simple for his darling, isn’t it?

he finds their elaborate pranks supremely entertaining. what a large amount of effort to put into something with the goal to make someone else’s day a bit more confusing and terrible- my, is his beloved a little villainous? he likes that!

he’s not worried about being pranking: he firmly believes he’d be able to notice beforehand, which probably just eggs on his darling to try and pull off a prank on him... and they will succeed on this, leaving a supremely shocked malleus (and causing silver and sebek to chase after them for their actions)

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Won’t You Stay (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is almost ready to start filming her movie, The Dark Woods, with her dad but is nervous but how it will all turn out. She’s feeling better by the first day of filming but when her other lead actor quits, she needs to find a new one and fast...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language, car accidents

A/N: Please enjoy the first of many parts!

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“Alright, so we’re going to have Ethan run down this hallway here, turn, tight in over his shoulder and push past to go down the way he came to catch sight of the baddie chasing him,” said Mark, your director of photography. You pursed your lips and hummed, walking through the warehouse location, your dad watching off to the side.

“Reverse it,” you said. “I want the supposed baddie’s back, in the first hallway, chasing my dad. Tight in over his shoulder, push past that guy and then get onto my dad. It’s supposed to be scary. I want the chase and tension.”

“You got it boss,” said Mark.

“You sure that’s what you want to do, kiddo?” asked your dad, Ethan. You glanced over your shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

“I want a ‘heart stops beating in the chest’ moment,” you said. “Fear. Prey being hunted.”

“But my character turns out to be the predator in this case,” he said, leaning against the wall.

“Exactly. The audience won’t know until it’s too late. Heart stopping, edge of the seat opening scene. I want them to feel for Hale and then have him flip the tables on them and then flip ‘em right back. I want the hallway shot one long continuous shot too. We might need to work on it some and get in a few rehearsals but it’s what I want,” you said.

“Sounds good. Opening scenes can really make a movie. I can’t wait to start filming next week,” said Mark with a grin. “This is going to get nominated for an Oscar or some shit.”

“I’ll settle for not bombing at the box office,” you said, pulling out your phone to check the time. “It’s starting to get late. I’m good for the day if you guys are.”

“Good with me. I’ll see you bright and early on Monday, Y/N,” said Mark. You gave him a wave as he headed out, your dad poking his head down the hallway again as you walked around one last time.

“I sound like a total bitch, don’t I, demanding what I want to do,” you said. He whipped his head around and frowned.

“No sweetie, not at all. Director ain’t an easy gig. You’re gonna have to know what you want all the time and some days, you’ll have to be a hardass about it. But you’re doing very good with all of your prep work. No one knows this story like you do,” he said.

“Why did I agree to do this,” you groaned, rubbing your hands over your face. “I wrote the damn book. Why did I say I’d direct it too? Direct my own father?”

“Because you love this story. I love this story. Mom and Anthony and Ella love it. You wanted it to get the treatment it deserves. You’re gonna do great,” he said.

“Remind me of this when I’m two weeks into filming and I end up flipping out,” you said. He gave you a big squeezing hug, spinning you around in circles. “Dad.”

“Mhm, sweetie,” he said. “You’re coming over for dinner to relax. No excuses.”

“I’ll take the free food,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder as you walked out towards where the car was parked. “How’d you not be terrified all the time?”

“Terrified of what?” he asked.

“You had me when you were 18. I was nine by the time you were my age. I can’t even keep a houseplant alive and now I’m making a multi million dollar movie and I feel like I’m gonna explode already. I can’t imagine being responsible for a kid,” you said.

“I was terrified to be honest. Grandma and grandpa helped us a lot. The whole family did. Becoming a rising Hollywood star was nothing compared to single dad though. You used to be the center of attention when my buddies would come over. You remember that?” he asked.

“I was your responsibility though,” you said.

“And I don’t regret having you for a second,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “How cool is it that we get to work together? This is going to be great, sweetie. I’ll try to help the hard days not be so hard too, okay?”

“Okay. I grew up on film sets. Hopefully this doesn’t go as bad as I think it will.”

“What do you mean he’s out? He can’t be out. He’s the other fucking lead!” you shouted into your phone late Monday morning. Your dad slurped up his noodles from his lunch at the craft services tent, most everyone going quiet and looking at you. You ditched your plate and went outside to the lot, running your hand over your face. “Where is Gil Nicholas going? He signed-”

“Dropped out. His contract allowed him to do that up until filming started which technically wasn’t until tomorrow so he’s able to do it,” said the casting director on the other end.

“What…” you said, taking a deep breath. 

“Relax, Y/L/N. I’ve known your dad since he was a bright eyed 18 year old kid. I ain’t calling with this kind of news without having a backup plan. There’s this guy out there, Jensen Ackles. He’s an up and comer. He was on a sci-fi horror network show that got the axe after a few seasons. The kid’s good though. Better than Gil for sure. He doesn’t have the name recognition that Nicholas did and this would be his biggest production ever but the kid is used to the horror genre,” he said.

“It’s not a horror movie,” you grumbled. “I’ve never heard of this guy. How old is he?”

“Twenty eight. Been in the business for about ten years. He’s got a good strong look to him. Athletic but soft,” he said. “He’s good looking. The face alone would get some people out to see the film. Get his shirt off and stick that in the trailer, you’ll get people to come see this movie no problem.”

“I wrote the damn book in my childhood bedroom. I published it and sold the movie deal on my own. If I need to get someone naked to sell this story, it doesn’t deserve to be on the big screen,” you said.

“Okay...relax before you blow a gasket. I got some other guys that could play Lyle. We could put together an emergency casting session this evening, see about getting a guy in for the morning?” he asked.

“Alright. Do the session. My dad’s off the rest of the day so see if he’s available for chemistry reads,” you said. “Please.”

“Can do, Y/N. The studio isn’t going to let one of the most popular books of the past few years crash and burn. It’s a goldmine waiting to happen for them. We’ll find the right guy to play Lyle. I promise.”

“Hey,” you said, jogging into the casting studio around 8 that night, catching your dad reading over a page of the script. “How was Ella’s volleyball game?”

“They won. She spiked the ball and hit some poor girl in the face though. She was crying the last time I saw her,” said your dad.

“I’ll call her after this,” you said, closing your eyes. “How’d the chemistry reads go?” 

“Just got that Ackles kid left to do. I’ll be honest. It ain’t been pretty in there. Two hot shots that ain’t worth shit, one that sounds horrible and another that can’t even pronounce full words,” he said.

“Lovely,” you said. “Where’s the Ackles guy then? I thought you guys were expecting to be wrapped up by now.”

“Late. Not the best sign,” he said. You squeezed your eyes shut and tilted your head back. “Go take a walk around the building, kiddo. I’ll talk to casting, see if there’s other possibilities. Worst case, we rework schedules, film anything without a lead while they find one.”

“This is a disaster and it’s only the first day,” you said.

“Y/N. Go on, take a breather,” said your dad. You sighed but went back outside, throwing your head back as you started to walk the block for a few minutes.

A whistle from a dim alley made you roll your eyes as you walked past. 

“Hey, princess. I was talking to you,” said the man.

“Fuck off. Not in the mood,” you said. Next thing you knew a hand was on your shoulder and you were being shoved back against a brick building. 

“Well that’s not very nice,” said the guy.

“Hey!” barked another voice. You both turned your heads to spot a younger guy already looking a little beat up walking down the sidewalk. “Pick on somebody your own size.”

“You want another ass kicking tonight? Looks like you already lost,” said the guy. He turned his attention to the other man but you were still stuck in a dead end alley with him. You tried to brush past him but the guy caught your arm, the younger one staring him down. “Just having a fight with my girlfriend, buddy.”

“I’m not your girlfriend, fuckface,” you said, stomping on his foot and turning around, kicking him in the nuts. He dropped your arm and you ran past to the young guy, standing behind him for a moment.

“Get out of here. Now,” he said. You took off back down the block to the casting studio, ducking into the lobby. Five minutes later you were pacing the halls, trying to get through on the phone to the police when the young guy appeared sporting a freshly bruised cheek. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks. You? I’m trying to get through to the police but they put me on hold,” you said. He gave you a smile and shook his head.

“I’m fine. Rough night is all,” he said as he wiped some dirt off his cheek. He was handsome and looked strong but you could tell he wasn’t the fighting type.

“Busy saving other damsels?” you joked.

“The car in front of me tonight got in an accident. Car rolled and I helped get the driver out. Guy went into diabetic coma for a hot second so that was fun hanging with him until the ambulance got there and then that just happened. Obviously not my night. I’m supposed to be having the biggest audition of my life two hours ago here. Probably a sign it’s not meant to be,” he said.

“Well there’s at least two people out there grateful for you popping up tonight. Maybe your audition will go well,” you said, smiling to yourself. 

“I doubt it,” he said. “I should just go home. They probably won’t even let me anymore.”

“I know some people that work here,” you said, his ears perking up. “Give me your name. I’ll make sure you get your audition.”

“Really? Uh, thanks. I’m Jensen Ackles. I’m supposed to be auditioning for Lyle Sullivan on The Dark Woods movie,” he said.

You stared at him, Jensen giving you a smile. 

“You okay? If you don’t know anyone on that that’s cool, really,” he said. You nodded and said you’d take care of it. You went down another hall and into a large audition room where your dad was talking with the casting director while on the phone with one of his cop friends.

“Hey. Ackles is here,” you said.

“Kid’s two hours late,” said the casting director.

“We’re desperate, not that desperate,” said your dad. “Trust me. If he can’t even show up for an audition on time-”

“He’s the guy that just got that other one to leave me alone on the street,” you said. Your dad immediately put down his phone and looked at you. “He says he helped a guy who was in a car accident earlier and that’s why he’s late. He looks it. I want to give him a chance.”

“Alright. He can have a chance,” said your dad.

“Alright. Ethan, scene 22 again. Y/N, want to watch in here or on the monitor?” asked the director.

“Monitor. I’ll pop back in with my decision,” you said. You went in the back room and sat down, a TV on a small table in front of you. You turned it on and reached across the table, finding one of the pads of paper and pens that were normally there. You jotted down a few things to yourself.

He had the look of Lyle which was a huge plus for you. Short cute brown hair in spiky strands. The signature green eyes. The slight scruff on his cheeks.

He popped in front of the camera, still and quiet as he watched a few people move about. He was tall and had strong arms but there was something innocent and kind about him you couldn’t place. You smiled. Lyle had to be both the soft sweet boy and the tear your throat out with his teeth type. This guy seemed like he could pull that off potentially.

You sat back and watched your dad appear on the screen, shaking hands with Jensen briefly before they started.

Twenty minutes later you leaned back in your seat and stood up. Jensen was good. Nervous around your dad and shy but that was okay. During the read, all of that fell away. He was Lyle Sullivan, far better than Gil had ever played him. Jensen seemed to know just how to play Lyle’s relationship with Hale and it made you wonder if he’d ever read the book.

You popped into the casting room, Jensen no longer in there, your dad and a few other people discussing what they’d seen.

“We know what we think. What about our director?” asked your dad as he crossed his arms.

“I want him. I want him real bad,” you said. “He was good.”

“Alright. I think we’re all at a consensus then,” said the casting director with a smile. “We need him in tomorrow morning to start filming though. We need to work a temporary contract out tonight and-”

“Give him Gil’s contract, minus the ability to pull out,” you said. “It’s simple.”

“The studio ain’t paying a small screen, barely has a fan base, guy a couple million dollars,” he said.

“The Dark Woods is a wildly popular book with a built in fan base. Pay the man his money. What’s the big deal,” you said.

“I’m telling you right now, they won’t pay the kid three million,” he said. “He isn’t worth it in their eyes. Your dad is an established, multi-franchise, lead for both TV and movies. There is a reason your father is being paid very well. You earn that in this business, kid.”

“I negotiated my salary and a movie deal, on my own. Don’t call me a kid. I am twenty seven years old and do not tell me I don’t know what I’m doing. Use Gil’s contract and get him signed before he leaves the building,” you said. The casting director stared at you before he got up and left the room. Your dad gave you a look that you rolled your eyes at. “What?”

“You’re gonna be just fine as a director, kiddo.”

“Hey,” you said around midnight when you finally had all of the paperwork settled. Jensen was walking out into the main hall with his agent by his side. “How’d it go?”

“I got it!” he said, all smiles, his agent saying a quick goodnight to him. “Thank you so much for putting in a good word. I can’t believe they even let me audition let alone gave me the role.”

“Well, I just got you the audition. You got the job on your own,” you said.

“Still. I owe you a drink,” he said. He had big bright green eyes, still a bit shy but you could tell his excitement was giving him some confidence.

“I have work very, very early in the morning,” you said with a laugh, his face falling for a split second. “But I will definitely take a raincheck for Saturday night?”

“Alright. Sounds good to me,” he said as he smiled. You swapped phones for a moment, Jensen practically bouncing with excitement.

“You excited about this job, huh?” you asked as you put your phone away.

“You ever hear of The Dark Woods book? I love it. It’s so good. I was super excited to hear they were making it a movie and now I get to play Lyle freaking Sullivan? If you haven’t read it, you got to,” he said. “It’s awesome.”

“I’ll have to take a look sometime,” you said. “I’ll text you sometime for Saturday then?”

“Yeah. This is turning out to be the best day ever,” he said with a smirk. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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Love Song

Part 15

Catch Up!

Sofia Welsh-De La Rosa and Timothée Chalamet will star in new Amazon series and, honestly, I won’t talk about anything else ever again

Amazon Prime has just announced the release of its new original series set in 1970’s New York. According to Hollywood Reporter, the new series will be lead by Sofia Welsh - De La Rosa, Timothée Chalamet, and Logan Lerman, and will be produced by Jordan Peele (Get Out and Us) and directed by Christina Hodson (Birds of Prey). The ambitious project is in talks with some other big names in Hollywood, such as Meryl Streep and even Robert de Niro, to join the series.

Honestly, I’m gagging. 

This might come as a surprise as both Sofia, who has been enjoying lots of Oscar’s buzz for the third year in a row, and Timothèe are on the prime of their movie careers, as two of the most prominent young actors in Hollywood, but according to many sources, Sofia has been looking for a way to work with Peele for a long time, while Timothèe is excited to add some action to his resume, after his role in Hostiles and The King. Also, rumor has it, Amazon is willing to pay a hefty (and I mean hefty) amount of money to sign the young stars. 

As for Logan Lerman, this is his the actor’s first TV role since 2005 and is set to be his comeback after his career faded a bit to the background. With the star-studded cast, Amazon is hoping this to be the platform’s next big hit. 

There is no doubt that Sofia, Timothèe, and Logan are three of THE most talented young actors today, with Sofia being the reigning queen of the pack. Recently, the actress has played a pirate, a thief, a devious courtesan and a feminist writer trying to bring down love, and she’s been rumored to have just signed a deal with Disney to play her very own princess, as well as an undisclosed character in MCU’s highly anticipated Black Widow. She truly has the range, Darling!

Sofia was seen having coffee with Timothèe early in the week, before the show’s announcement, which sparked rumors that the actress had ended things with Harry Styles after he had dinner with his ex in London. She was also seen leaving the James Corden Late Late Night’s studio with Logan...

@BobbyC I’m sorry but all of them are gay...

@Peanutbuttah Eh, she can’t act anyway

@Loveisloud @peanutbuttah She can act, she has been in commercial and art-house movies and has received rave reviews every time. You just don’t like her because she’s dating your fave. 

@Arewethereyet she’s an sl*t. So glad Harry’s done with her…

@Soph Are you drunk Buzzfeed? One does not leave Harry Styles for anyone!

****

Harry was cooking. 

The air smelled like garlic and butter and I breathed in deeply, just realizing how fucking hungry I was, as I followed him to the kitchen. It just occurred to me that I hadn’t eaten anything that day, other than a cup of coffee that Harry had made me in the morning. It was a little strong for my taste, I liked mine with sugar, even when my mom kept telling me I was being violently disrespectful to coffee. I didn’t care, not one bit. 

I never really ate on interviews or auditions days, it made my tummy feel funny and I was usually afraid that my clothes wouldn’t fit like they were supposed to after, so, no food for me, thank you. Usually, D would force-feed me as soon as we were done, practically shoving fruits, nuts, and salads down my throat (sometimes even a burger!), but today I was way too anxious and excited to even pay attention to her efforts. I was going on a date with Harry, I couldn’t care less about anything else!!!

And now, I was fucking hungry and it smelled even better in the kitchen.

“I didn’t know you cooked,” I smiled, looking at the pasta that was boiling on the stove and the bubbling alfredo sauce. Grilled prawns and a green salad were carefully plated in rustic blue and gold plates.

My eyes traveled to him, and I saw him hesitate for a second before he gifted me with a shy smile. He was so lovely, it was no surprise that my head became fuzzy every time I was around him. Even the most superficial thought struggled to grab a hold to my brain. I wondered if anyone could keep their wits around him, but somehow, I doubted it.

“It takes my mind off of things,” he finally said. “And I kinda wanted to impress you, I guess.” 

The admission made my heart soar in my chest and I beamed at him as he stood in front of me. I admired his beauty for a second, his skin was slightly tanned and it looked almost delicious against the white fabric of his shirt, and his smile was warm, making me feel giddy as he trapped me against the counter with his arms on each side of my body. 

I wanted to kiss him, so so badly, but instead, I let my fingers brush over his neck until they reached the tips of his hair. It tickled and he laughed softly with the most wonderful smile.

“Really?” I asked him softly, cause I didn’t want to break the intimate moment we were sharing. 

“Yeah. A bit silly, innit?”

“No, it’s not silly. But, if you wanted to impress me, then you should’ve made a chocolate lava cake,” I teased. “You would’ve gotten me, then.”

“Chocolate, uh?” The right corner of his lip shot upwards, and an adoring feeling hit me right in the chest like a tidal wave. 

“Yeap.”

“I’ll keep it in mind for next time,” Harry muttered, his words getting lost in the air as he leaned down to kiss me.

I realized that it was all I wanted: To kiss him slowly, maybe even for hours. But I knew I had to stop him. I was under his spell and there was nothing I could do about it, nothing I wanted to do, anyway. But even I could admit that this was just a dream, one that I wanted to remember every second of. So when he was gone, I would still have those memories. 

So before his lips could brush mine, before he could melt my brain with his kisses, I pressed my forehead to his and dropped my hands to his chest, right where his heart was beating rapidly. 

“Sorry,” I said shyly, casting my eyes down so I wouldn’t have to look at him, not a few more seconds, not until I had gathered the will to stand strong by my decision. 

“Is there something wrong?” His voice was full of sincere concern, a little bit rougher as well, which made his accent more noticeable. 

“No,” I shook my head, finally looking into his green eyes. “Everything’s perfect.”

“You just don’t want me to kiss you?”

“It’s just...I want to remember every bit of tonight,” I said, as I tried to ease the utter embarrassment that was crawling over my chest. Who said stuff like that? Writers in cheesy movies or bad teen shows. Fuck. 

“Except for my kisses?” He insisted, almost like a little boy fishing for reassurance. I brought my fingers to his cheek and grazed them it until he smiled at me. 

The answer was “fuck, no”. His kisses were a memory I wanted to carry with me forever. But I also wanted to have that night, so I could carry it with me, and compare it to every other date, every other person that would come my way. 

“I want to remember the little details,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “The dinner you made, which is really close to burning, the grandpa pants…”

“Hey! These look cool! And the sauce, I have it under control!”

“If you say so,” I sneered mischievously, twisting my lips into a mocking smile as he pretended to be offended. “And I want to remember everything you did to make me feel special”

Harry’s arms looped around my waist as he pulled me to his chest and I hugged him back and looked at him, battling the need to just lean in and kiss him. His lips were so pink. 

We both sucked at the whole “no kissing allowed” thing, and somehow that made me feel a lot better. For once, I wasn’t the needy, dreamy one. 

“What do you think?” I asked in a whisper, smiling against the brush of his lips as he bumped our noses together.

“I want to kiss you, Sof, all fucking night long,” he pouted. “Been thinking ‘bout it all day.”

“I’ll make it up to you. Just...lemme have this, yeah?”

“Why?”

“Cause…” I laughed embarrassedly. “I already have your kisses in a little folder in my brain. Now I wanna have this.”

“Is it just me in that folder?” Harry asked, suddenly interested in some other thing that frowning. Curiosity and amusement were burning in his stare and I rolled my eyes at him, almost scoffing at the fact that was the only thing that had managed to catch his attention. 

“Mostly you…” I conceded, even though the petty part of me was all for rolling out with a long list of names before I got to his name. “And Sebastian Stan…” I said, not being able to resist it. 

“Bucky Barnes?” His eyebrows twisted in confusion and he looked at me as I licked my lips, considering just how weird I wanted my answer to be.  

“And the cartoon, too...” I replied, a little bit too casually for it to go unnoticed, but Harry didn’t seem to notice, cause as he was nodding thoughtfully, his hands traveled to my neck again, making me look at him as he dipped his head down to reach the curve of my neck. 

“That’s a bit greedy, baby,” He whispered against my skin, pressing soft kisses down to my pulse point. I wasn’t sure if that was technically a kiss, and I didn’t care, it felt so good. “Someone else?” He was cheating, and we both knew it. I could feel his smile growing bigger, and I sighed as he grazed his teeth over the curve of my neck and let his tongue soothe my skin. “Babe?” He insisted, just to tease me. It was hard to think, and he knew it, but I wasn’t going to admit it just yet. 

“Uh.” I licked my lips and struggled for a second, as I struggled to remember what was it that I was going to say. “Chris Evans, “ I began. “and uh, Michael B. Jordan. Mmm… and Logan Lerman.”

“Isn’t that the guy you’re gonna work with?” He asked, stopping suddenly to look at me. I fluttered my eyes open and smiled when they could finally focus on him. 

“Yeah, him and Timothée Chalamet.”

“Mmmm...I don’t know if I want to share my folder with them,” Harry pouted, which made me laugh. I realized it was no laughing matter, but still, a warm, almost giddy, laughter kept bubbling out of my tummy. 

“Why? Does it make you jealous, H?” I teased.

“Should I be?”

“Mmmm...I don’t know. I honestly think I would let Logan fuck me...those eyes, man.”

“So funny, S…” Harry rolled his eyes. He was not as amused as I had expected him to be. 

“You shouldn’t be,” I said softly, looking him in the eyes, serious and sincere.  

“You sure?” He asked and I was sure he wasn’t talking about Logan Lerman anymore. 

“I’m sure, baby.” I wasn’t even lying. “So, who’s in yours?” I asked, cause maybe that’d take attention away from myself. I didn’t think things through though, cause he had a whole bunch of options for his answer. Who could it be? One of his supermodel exes? His singer ex? This wasn’t a fun game at all. 

“You.”

“Oh, so THAT’S how you answer that kind of question!!” I exclaimed, which made him laugh, and, as he did so, his dimples showed on his face, making him look a little boyish. He was fucking pretty, Jesus. 

“I’m not even trying to be a good boyfriend here,” Harry chuckled, and I relished on the way the word `boyfriend” sounded out of his lips. So pretty, so fucking pretty. “My folder is called “When Sof’s not around”, and I think we need to fill it up, so I don’t run out of thoughts.”

“Oh, we don’t want that,” I scrunched up my nose and shook my head at him as a smile played on my lips. I was so fucking happy and I couldn’t even figure out why. 

“No, we don’t.” The tip of his tongue lapped across his pink lips, and I followed it with my eyes, taking a second or two before I peered up to him again. “I was hoping we could kiss all night,” he said softly. “and maybe I could eat you out by the pool.”

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit…”

“You wouldn’t need one, baby,” Harry laughed, a mix of mischief and endearment lacing with it. I couldn’t stop staring at him, and my knees wobbled a bit as he leaned down, bumping our noses together one more time, as the soft brush of his lips against my skin made me shiver. 

“Don’t cheat,” I whispered and his soft laugh echoed down in every inch of my body. His lips grazed over my forehead, as he pressed a soft kiss to my skin. 

“Ok, baby. We’ll do it your way.”

“Thank you.”

“I think it’s silly, y’know?” He started, pushing me back so he could look at me with his bright green eyes. “We’re just starting, Sof.”

****

I wanted to kiss him. 

I looked at him, licking a spoonful of dessert with my head propped on my hand as I listened to him talk, but all I could think of was how much I wanted to lick the trace of chocolate out of his lips. 

“Is there something wrong, S?” I noticed there wasn’t much concern in his voice, not like there usually was when he asked me if I was ok. This time, there was a hint of mockery, almost as if he knew exactly what I was thinking and that all I wanted to do was to sit on his lap and press soft kisses from his jaw to his lips. 

Fuck.

“No,” I smiled sweetly, cause I wasn’t one to go down without a fight, and I took his hand in mine and pressed it to my lips before I looked at him again. 

“Were you distracted?” His smile was turning more devilish as the seconds went by and I felt myself get warm as he leaned closer, his hands dropping to my thigh and pressing softly to it.

He wasn’t gonna win. I was not going to let him. 

“Nope,” I said, letting the ‘p’ pop between my lips. “Tell me about your album, I promise I’ll be a grown-up about it.” 

“Nice save…” Harry chuckled. “I think you’re gonna like it.”

“I have recently discovered that I’m a very jealous person. I don’t think I’ll like it, but I’ll be happy for you.”

“You shouldn’t be jealous.” A smile tugged on his lips and I felt warm, so warm inside, I couldn’t help but smile as well. “And I think you’re like it, especially since I made a few last-minute changes, against Jeff’s will.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he kept saying I had the guts, the audacity to change the album when we’re about to drop the first single.”

“What changes?” I insisted, because Jeff’s feelings were the least of my concern at the moment. 

I wished I could have played it cool. Maybe that would’ve made me look more interesting, aloof, unapproachable, and all those things a girl should be in front of her crush. But my heart was racing and the world was turning chaotic as my head ticked, like a tiny little bomb. 

I needed to know. 

Tick, tick. 

“You’re already sure you’re not gonna like it,” Harry smirked, surely unaware of the mess inside my head. “You might as well wait for it.”

No!!! TIck tick. 

“Oh, please, please, pretty please?? What’s the advantage of this if I can’t get a tiny sneak peek?”

“Well, for instance, you get me to cook for you…”

“It was delicious, thank you.”

“And you get me to eat you out at night when you’re not being stubborn and imposing kiss-bans.”

“I like that very much, too,” I giggled, looking at his green eyes as he got just a bit closer, just an inch away from me. 

“So it’s not such a bad deal, is it?”

“I guess not.”

“Good.” His bottom lip rolled into his lips and he bit it thoughtfully for a couple of seconds as his eyes kept burning little holes into my soul. That’s how it felt. “Let’s watch a movie, baby. Are there any bans on cuddling?”

“No, not yet.”

His fingers squeezed mine and he got up swiftly from the table, smiling brightly as we covered the few steps to a different room near the pool, where a giant screen awaited for us. There were a bunch of individuals blue chair, blue and velvety, and a larger one, that was meant to comfortably fit two. The room was dark, only lit by the lights coming from the screen, and I followed him blindly until we were sitting side by side. Slowly, we found each other, and as Harry sat against the armchair, I settled between his legs, cuddling up to his chest while his large hand rested on the curve of my waist. 

He smelled like a lazy Sunday morning when the rain is lightly tapping on your windows and all you can hear are the chirping birds when still early, so the world hasn’t woken up just yet and you get to focus on that feeling, on the promise of what’s coming. 

He also smelled like pasta and chocolate, and I didn’t mind that at all. 

He felt soft, comforting, and sweet, but above all, he felt safe. I was safe with him. 

And, I struggled for a bit, trying to understand what came next, what was the warmth and giddiness that settled in my tummy every time I looked at him. 

“You ok, baby?” Harry asked and I nodded absentmindedly, not ready to let my thoughts go just yet. What was it? “Wanna watch Set It Up?”

“Yeah, whatever you want. your choice.”

“Are you sure you’re ok? You don’t say that often.”

“Oh, shhh, Harry I always do whatever you want.”

“We definitely have different definitions of ‘Whatever Harry wants’” He mused and I propped myself up to look at him, almost suspiciously, almost angry.

“Do we? What do you want?” I asked. 

“To kiss you. And for you to stay the night.”

“I have a bed, y’know?” I quirked my eyebrow, looking at him as I had already won the argument. 

“Yeah, unfortunately…”

“And we promised we would behave tonight.”

“You can stay in a different room,” he offered. “Or I will.”

“What’s the point then?”

“You won’t have to miss me in the morning…” he shrugged. I laughed out loud, despite my best efforts to look offended. “And I won’t have to miss you.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Love. 

He looked a lot like love. 

And love looked a lot like him. 

***

Harry Styles and Sofia Welsh were out grabbing Fro-yo and I’ll never be as cool as either of them

Yes, I know what you’re gonna say: Are they paying you to write this sh*t? And the answer is yes! someone’s paying me to write this sh*t! Alas, neither Harry nor Sofia is. I wish. 

The usually private couple, and bear in mind I am using the word couple loosely here as they haven’t confirmed to be dating, gave the world a glimpse of their relationship as they stepped out in Los Angeles to grab ice-creams and bubble teas, along with friends.

Ever since the rumors of their relationship spread around, the couple has been mostly keeping a low profile - which is not very surprising as Harry Styles is not very open about his personal life since he was a member of One Direction and a large part of his fans believed him to be romantically involved with one of his bandmates (that was a mouthful! And also very true, there has been a lot of conspiracy theories about it)

Sofia, who’s in the middle of an Oscar campaign (and has been showing us just how much designers adore her), sported a pair of leggings, a crop top, and a large blazer, a perfect outfit for the ever-changing LA weather, and looked happy and relaxed as she waited for Harry to get their orders. Both stars took photos with fans and left together in Styles’ classic car…

****

We were made out of good intentions. 

We slept together that night and every night after that for an entire week. We didn’t do much, we kissed and cuddled, and spent our mornings lazily together until one of us had to go out to the real world. We even went out and we kept stealing looks and smiles at each other, like two little kids that were too shy in front of their crushes. 

Photos were taken. Articles were published. Midge was elated. 

Harry’s new single was coming out that night, and there was going to be a party to celebrate it. If it was a hit, they were going to celebrate their success and all the hard work that went into it. It was a flop, and it was not going to flop, they were going to drink for better times ahead. 

“Fuck!!!” 

I stared at the ceiling, willing my body to move and failing miserably at it as every little muscle in my body contracted painfully. My arms hurt, and my legs felt like they were on fire. 

I just needed 5 more minutes before I got up and got ready to leave. 

It was day 4 of “my new life” as my trainer liked to call it, and after another lunch of grilled chicken and steamed broccoli, I was ready to quit. I had trained and dieted before for different roles, but this time, I had a feeling she wanted to suck the life out of me. It even made me reconsider if I needed to be in a Marvel Movie. Would Midge kill me if I quit?

“Sof…” The male voice scared me just a little, as I thought I was alone in my house. I turn around just slightly, as much as my tired poor body could handle and smiled as I saw Sam standing by my door. “Can I come in?”

He was holding a tray, with something that looked like a sandwich, coffee, and a glass of water, along with a white bottle of medicine. I nodded, grunting even at the soft movement, and he walked quickly to my bed, setting the tray down before me as he stood awkwardly. 

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” I struggled to ask while I propped myself up and sat criss-cross on my bed. I sounded angry, and maybe I was, why would he bring me a sandwich? It was all I wanted to eat and all I couldn’t eat at the same time. 

“I’m off work today, and I wanted to check on you. Cat told me you’ve been feeling under the weather. I called your mom and she told me you should “just eat a sandwich and take an aspirin”, so here they are,” he said, offering me a childish smile as he pointed the tray with a little too much joy. 

“I can’t eat a sandwich,” I sulked. “And I need to get ready, I have to go to Harry’s.”

“You can eat a sandwich. And he can wait 5 minutes, you’re always there.”

I realized we hadn’t talked about the kiss, not really. I avoided being alone with him, and whenever the occasion presented itself, Sam would go out of the room, giving me space and maybe waiting for me to be the first one to reach out. I had never done that. Honestly, I didn’t think I would.

“You’re right, Sammy,” I said, picking the sandwich in my hands and noticing that he had already cut the crust off. “Thank you.”

It was weird between us, tense and quiet, and I didn’t like it. I bit into the bread looking at an empty spot on the wall as I waited for him to say something. Anything, I would take it. But Sam remained silent, pressing his palms on his thighs as he went to get up. 

“Sam,” I called for him and I smiled shyly when he finally turned around. He took his time, though, and for a moment there, I was scared he was going to leave. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s not what you want to hear when someone you like kisses you.”

“I shouldn’t have…”

“Did you want to?”

“Yes,” I breathed and I realized I wasn't lying. I did want to kiss him, there was no use in denying that. 

I put the sandwich down on the plate and moved closer to Sam until I could see the golden freckles that were hidden in his light brown eyes.

“Do you remember that night when you came through my window and stayed the night with me?”

“Yeah, I heard your dad scream, and I wanted to be there in case…”

“I know, Sam. I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since then,” I admitted and he kept staring at me as if he was considering what his next move would be. Would he kiss me? Did I want him to kiss me?

“You’re not being fair to me, Sof.”

“I know. You haven’t been fair to me either, but here we are.”

There was a moment of panic, cause for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. He leaned over me and I held my breath as I looked at him, not able to stop him just yet. But as his lips brushed over my forehead, I closed my eyes, smiling as he pulled away from me. 

“Eat the fucking sandwich, Sof,” he replied and it wasn’t enough. I took his hand before he could leave and I licked my lips, peering up to him with something more than just fear pressing up to my chest. 

“Are we good?”

“Yeah.”

“I guess we’ll talk about it again when he gets back with his ex.”

That was a low blow, and we both knew it, but I just stayed quiet as he left the room, wondering if I deserved it. 

****

It took me a while to get ready, so I was late for Harry’s party. I went straight to the pool, where a large screen had been set up and the new video seemed to be on a loop. I couldn’t find Harry anywhere, but at the same, he was all I could see. I stared at the screen, looking at his golden skin as he was surrounded by the adoring crowd, at the way they kept touching and the expression on his face as he leaned into them. The song didn’t even matter, cause all I could focus on was his stupidly beautiful green eyes. 

I mean, I had watched his videos before. I had seen him fly through the sky and be surrounded by kids, but this was different. Those were entertaining and beautiful, and I felt the emotion in my tummy simply because it was him, and somehow, just seeing him made me happy. But in this one he meant to capture your attention and a little bit of your soul. He wanted to be desired and to be free along the way. And it was such a fucking sexy video.  

I lost count of how many times I allowed myself to watch the video, but it was probably too many times. After a while, I decided it was time to look for the real Harry, who was still nowhere to be seen, so I left the pool, smiling and greeting everyone as I passed by. 

I hoped he was alone, cause I wanted to fucking kiss him like no one else was looking. I wanted to tell him how lovely, talented, and amazing he was. I was going to kiss him a lot and praise him, it couldn’t get better than that. 

I looked for him in the living room, where a small crowd was throwing back cocktails and beers and went out to the front door, where people were lounging about, a bit drunkenly. But he wasn’t anywhere, and I was starting to feel uneasy. 

It took me more than a few minutes to make my way to his room because people kept getting in my way. I did my best to smile and engage in silly conversations about nothing, but my heart was growing heavy and my brain was too anxious to even remember if I had succeeded. 

I heard him talk even before I stood by his door. I couldn’t quite tell what he was saying or who he was talking to, but I noticed that his words were a little bit slurred, and his accent dripped thick in his low voice. The door was slightly ajar and I pushed it open and stood by the frame as I saw him talking on the phone. He had his back to me, so he didn’t notice that I had arrived, not that it mattered. 

“C, you’re drunk,” I heard him say and I wished he had just said a different name. “No...I know I told you it was just a PR relationship...Cause I need time to figure out...Really, C? Wanna know if I still love you? You’re not being fair...” The last part came out as a dry laugh, and I knew I had to leave, it was rude and inappropriate, but, most importantly, it was breaking my fucking heart. But my feet seemed like they were made out of cement, and my legs had chosen that moment to numb out of pain. So, I was still standing there when he turned around, and probably saw the tears that were threatening to spill down my eyes. 

I wanted to know the answer too. Could I know it? It’d save us a lot of pain. 

“Bye, C.”

He dropped his phone to the bed and I looked at him as he walked quickly to me. He looked flustered and worried, but it all seemed so distant, that it didn’t matter. 

“Baby,” Harry said, but that wasn’t my name. Did her call her baby too? He probably did, he was a ‘baby’ kind of guy. “Are you ok?”

“Yes, I was looking for you cause I wanted to check if you wanted me to post something on Instagram,” I lied. “D already drafted a tweet, it’s really simple.”

“Sof, how much did you hear?”

“Nothing. I’m gonna get a couple of photos and uh, I’m gonna go home, I think I need a rest day.”

His hand went to grab mine, but before he could do it, I turned and walked away rushing down the stairs until I could get lost in the crowd. 

Fair? None of us was being fair. 

[humanmoodring-retired]

Season’s Yeetings Pt. 1 || Blanche, Connor, Nadia (x2), Regan, and Kaden

TIMING: Present PARTIES: @harlowhaunted @connorspiracy @humanmoodring @kadavernagh @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY: Another exorcism. feat. Mav the Exorcist CONTENT: Self harm, suicide attempt (possession-driven)

If it could, Nadia was sure that her heart would be beating way too fast. She was… scared didn’t seem like it could properly encompass what she was feeling. Nervous and terrified and resigned in case things went wrong. And this could really go wrong. This could go terribly, actually, ending with not just a dead body but the wrong spirit also being destroyed. But she didn’t think she could handle being like this for much longer, and she knew that there was no way in hell Cordelia could be allowed to keep her body and do whatever she wanted with it. This had to end, no matter what. She looked around her apartment, covered in dust and messy as the day she’d walked out. This was the first time she’d been in it since the wards had been put up, and it hurt a bit to be back. This was somewhere that she’d once felt safe, comfortable. She didn’t know if she’d ever feel comfortable again if she made it out of this. But she needed to steel her resolve. She looked over at the others, gave them a nod and what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “We’re just waiting for Kaden and the exorcist, right?” And her body, of course, but that didn’t need to be voiced, did it?

Regan knew that she didn’t need to remind Nadia of what she had said in the cabin. It was as good as a promise, even though she couldn’t say the word. Nadia wouldn’t die alone. No matter what happened here today, Regan could at least give her that. And anything could happen. The first aid kit Regan had set on the counter was testament to that. Nadia didn’t want to acknowledge it verbally, but her tense expressions and manic pacing -- sometimes through the floor -- said what her words didn’t. She was terrified. In some moments, Regan allowed herself to be, too. This wasn’t how Regan wanted to come back to their apartment together, both of them ghosts of their former selves, but if today went in their favor -- and she would do anything she possibly could to see that it would -- one of them could be saved.

When Blanche and a young man who she assumed to be Connor arrived, Regan backed up to the opposite side of the room, staring across at them with a tight frown and black eyes. She didn’t greet them, but she wouldn’t shame them either. She didn’t have anger inside of her anymore -- not enough to speak -- but from an objective point of view, she did blame the two of them for Nadia’s current predicament. They would set this right, or they would face consequences. They both seem determined but anxious, focused with heavy steps and tight knuckles. Blanche, especially, seemed more an adult than she ever had before. Regan silently watched as some parts of the stage were set. Candles, salt, metal which looked dangerously like iron, and more. For her own contribution, she pushed the furniture to the sides of the room, creating an open space in the center. She could see all of their footprints in the dust, layered on top of each other and the ones she had left just a couple of weeks ago. When that was done, she went back to her wall, maintaining as much distance as possible from anyone who wasn’t Nadia. “Yes,” Regan replied, Nadia’s nervous smile melting through her a little, “Kaden said he would be ready at twenty after.” She checked her watch. Soon. “As for the-- I don’t know anything about them.”

Did it make him look better or worse to show up with homework? Photocopied pages lay folded in his back pocket, but he hadn’t dared pull them out in front of the others. He’d read them countless times anyway. Connor was more than grateful for the material’s Leah had copied from her archives for him, as well as everything he'd found while researching with Rio, but he still hadn’t managed to find anything that related to the exact situation they’d found themselves in. As far as he could tell, exorcising the wrong soul from a body just didn’t happen all that often. He supposed either he was that much of a fuck up, or Nadia’s situation was just that special. Regardless, he reckoned the older exorcist would know. “Do you know where Kaden found this bloke?” Connor asked nobody in particular. He wondered if it would be impolite to smoke a cigarette while they waited. He opted against it, since the woman with the dark eyes seemed ready to kill him at any moment. “I mean, I appreciate the help. I really do. I just wanna check what exactly we know about him.”

The somber expression on Blanche’s face couldn’t seem to leave, even as she entered the apartment and took a look at Nadia and Regan. “Hey,” she said in greeting, her tone flat. She couldn’t say much else. Blanche dropped her smaller bag on a piece of furniture and began to set up as much as she could - Blanche was conscious enough to keep the iron as far from Regan as possible. She glanced at Connor as he began to speak, pulling the long black bag she had on her back off. “He has his connections. I’m sure he’s adequate,” Blanche replied, though she was unsure too. Granny had instilled a distrust of exorcists in her from when she was young. She wasn’t sure how much of that was out of fear of being exorcised herself, but Blanche knew that a lot of people liked to masquerade with powers they didn’t actually have for the chance to get quick cash from desperate people. She unzipped the large bag, before pausing, with a frown. Warily, she announced, “I borrowed a shotgun from a friend,” she said, pulling it out. Well, really, she borrowed it from Stan, who was all too keen to give her a firearm after she got stabbed in his place of business. “It’s loaded with salt rounds. In case things get… Bad.” She glanced at the door, moving her equipment out of the way. “I suppose we’ll hear them.” She looked to Connor. “And we’ll feel Cordelia whenever she’s nearby.”

It had been so long since Kaden pulled up to Regan’s apartment, pulling up to park in front of the building felt strange and foreign at this point. Putain, he hated that. Still, there was a small sense of relief. This was finally almost over. “Welcome home,” he said to Cordelia as he led her from the car up to the top floor. It was eerie being here, even though there were plenty of people waiting inside. Maybe it was because of how abandoned the building felt now. Maybe it was because of how defeated Cordelia seemed, almost accepting of her fate. Almost. Didn’t matter. He carted her upstairs and walked her in. His heart caught in his chest as he looked around the room. Empty, cleared out, and covered in dust nothing like he remembered. It was strange to see it like this. It was strange, too, to see Regan in this context. Willingly, at that. Black eyes and distanced, it was almost easy to forget who it was. Almost. This wasn’t the return to this building he expected for both of them. He winced when he remembered what he’d done to Cordelia’s wrist. Nadia’s body’s wrist. Hopefully Regan didn’t think too poorly of him. But it was too late to do anything about it now. And if this worked, a broken wrist was the least of Nadia’s worries. Blanche was here, too. With a shotgun no less. He shot her a look but let it lie. And also some kid he assumed was Connor. He couldn’t see Nadia even if he wanted to. Now where the fuck was this exorcist?

“Howdy, folks,” the man with a mustache said as he walked through the door behind Kaden, tipping his stetson. “I heard we have a big here nut to crack.” He took a good look around the room and assessed the situation. “I see you all followed instructions. Thank you kindly, this set up should work just fine. Just fine.” He noted the handcuffed woman in the center of the room and made a quick guess that was the little lady in question. “Mr. Langley, good to see you again. I suppose some introductions might be in order. My name’s Maverick, but you can call me Mav.” He was told there was going to be a medium, another younger exorcist, and a banshee. He wasn’t sure what a banshee was doing in these here parts or what her particular interest was in this here ghost, but he wasn’t one to question. Not if he was going to rake and scrape himself together a handsome pay day out of this job. “First thing’s first. I believe a repossession is in order, is that the case here? No need to dilly dally if we’re all ready and raring to go. You all know the plan?”

“What a fucking gentleman,” Nadia snapped at Kaden as they walked into her old apartment. Good memories, she remembered. There was the cabinet where she stored all of her equipment, and that was the couch that she’d passed out on after a couple of good heist, and there was what was left of the kitchen table that she’d definitely destroyed on her way out of this place. She rolled her shoulders, felt Kaden’s knife shift from where she’d tucked it in the waistband of her jeans, the shirt covering it up. She’d just need to snap her handcuffs off like she had the last time this happened. Whatever, she could do it. She could do it. She looked around the room, glancing at the little banshee, the children, the shadow of her host. “Howdy, folks,” she said mockingly. “This looks like a party, huh?” When the mustachioed hombre walked in, she rolled her eyes and glanced at the shadow, at Nadia Diaz. Give me your best shot, she said with her eyes.

For her part, Nadia didn’t know what the hell she was supposed to do. This next part was on her, right? She had to get this started, wasn’t she? She was. Of course she was. But she was a bit nervous. Really nervous. Scared, maybe, was the right word. She gritted her teeth as she and Cordelia stared at each other, steeling herself. All she could see was her reflection in the mirror, grinning as she faded out of existence. Except Nadia couldn’t fade now. She couldn’t. She couldn’t. She stepped forward instead. “Right. I-- I repossess her, and you exorcise her out, right?” It sounded easy. This was her body, too. It was her body. She could do this. “Is there…” She trailed off as she looked at Cordelia. What a mess the two of them had made of her life. Looking in that woman’s eyes, her eyes, Nadia knew what she wanted. She wanted her fucking life back. “Is there anything else I should do?”

For a moment, Regan lifted herself from the wall when Kaden walked in, yearning to approach. But now wasn’t the time for so many reasons, and she was forgetting herself. Cordelia -- Nadia’s body -- was dragged in, wrist swollen under the handcuffs in a way that made Regan think it might be broken. Would Kaden have-- later, that was something to think about later. Once Nadia was in there again. So she stayed glued to the edge of the room, eyes flitting between Nadia, Kaden, and the shotgun that looked so massive and out of place in Blanche’s small hands. There was only one more person they were waiting on now, and just as Regan thought it, their final party member swung into the room looking like a man straight out of a spaghetti western, but far scrawnier. He appeared almost as malnourished as that child Blanche and Kaden were friendly with, Rio. But despite his protein deficiencies, his mustache still glistened under the dull lightbulbs -- which Regan suspected wouldn’t be there long considering her own track record -- and he seemed energized and ready. Where on earth had Kaden found this man?

“Hello,” Regan said in response, her first words to anyone other than Nadia, “What are your credentials?” She bore into him, not stepping any closer. Was Nadia really ready to pour all of her trust and hopes into this? Regan looked over to her friend for a moment, seeing her fear and tenseness. She offered a hand, though she knew Nadia couldn’t exactly take it; maybe it would still be enough. “I’m Regan. I’m here for Nadia. I’m a-- I was a doctor. I will not let anyone die here today.” As for Mav’s question, she had no answer for him; she’d leave that to Blanche and Connor to answer. She relayed her friend’s concerns instead, in case Mav or others were unable to hear her. “Nadia is wondering if there’s anything she should do.”

Connor's eyes widened as Blanche drew the weapon. "You bloody Americans and your guns," he sighed, but they could have done worse in this situation than a rocksalt shotgun. It was powerful, yet non-lethal, at least at the right distance. "Just be careful. Get too close and you'll blow her fucking chest out even without actual bullets." Thankfully, Kaden and Cordelia's arrival saved them from further conversation about the weapon. "Oh, you're as lovely as ever, darlin'," Connor scoffed, his confidence boosted by the presence of the others in the room. Kaden seemed as gloomy and squinty-eyed as the last time Connor had seen him clearing Snicker-Snackers out of his apartment, yet this time, the weight of his bad mood was far, far heavier.

Connor stood as the final man walked into the room, raising an eyebrow as if this was some type of bloody joke. He imagined this was what John Wayne would look like as an exorcist. "Mav," he repeated, extending his hand. "Y'alright, mate? I'm Connor. I'm gonna be helping you out with this one." He was glad he wasn't the only one who wanted to know the stranger's credentials. Thankfully, Regan had saved him from asking the man directly. He could feel Nadia's nerves, her fear, and somewhere in there, her determination. Connor couldn't touch her, couldn't offer a comforting hand, but he gave her as reassuring a smile as he could manage. "Just stay strong, yeah? Stay focused. You got this."

“I know. If I didn’t know how to use it, I wouldn’t have it,” Blanche snapped quietly at Connor, her already bad temper souring even further. She refused to look at Cordelia, there was no need, considering Nadia hadn’t yet repossessed her body. She wouldn’t need to watch for the struggle for control between them -- not yet, at least. Blanche pressed her lips together into a thin line, examining the exorcist carefully. Had she died and woken up in a bad Western? Blanche was with Regan on this one, and she glanced at the Banshee quickly before turning back to Mav. What were this man’s credentials? It wasn’t like she could ask for a CV or an exorcist license… Blanche slung the shotgun over her shoulder, finally stepping forward to greet him. “Blanche. Medium. I’ll be running telekinetic interference in case it gets…” She let out a breath, remembering the telekinetic game of tug-of-war her and Constance played in the classroom. She had thrown the teacher’s desk through a window. Blanche grimaced, and she hoped they didn’t completely trash Nadia’s apartment. “Completely out of hand.” Eyes narrow, Blanche glanced at Nadia. “Whenever you’re ready to begin, Nadia. Just like we practiced.” She looked back at Mav, still distrusting of him. Finally, lowering her voice, she asked. “You can tell what she is, right? The spirit in the body?” He had to at least be able to answer that Cordelia was a poltergeist. It was the only question she could think to answer to make sure they weren’t getting scammed.

Kaden wanted to go over to Regan, give her hand a quick squeeze of reassurance before slinking off to the side, but it wouldn’t help. The only thing that would help was finishing this, giving Nadia back what was hers. He wished he could see her, give her some reassurance before all this started. “Mav’s one of the best there is. Trust me,” he said before backing away to the door. He had to be. After what Kaden sacrificed to get him here, he had to be. This wouldn’t be for nothing. “I’ll be right at the door. Let me know if you need me.” With that he headed to the door, giving the scene one last look. He really hoped he’d be useless here and it’d be over sooner rather than later. He had to trust this was the best group possible to make this happen.

Mav gave the hunter a nod. “I’ll call on you if I need you, partner.” He didn’t know much about this Langley fellow but he trusted Porter would only refer him to someone worth his time. And this case sure sounded like a doozy. “Nice to meet you, youngin,” he said, shaking Connor’s hand. “I hope you’re good and ready for this rodeo. It’s sure to be a hullabaloo. Just follow my lead and stay by me.” It seemed like Mav and Mr. Langley might be the only two in the room who couldn’t see ghosts by the sound of it. That was alright, he didn’t need to see them to exorcise them. “Telekinesis? Well I'll be damned. That’s a horse of a different color right there, boy howdy.” That was more than he bargained for from a medium. This might not be a total disaster after all. Maybe they had a shot. Though not if they all kept on questioning him. He hoped he could settle this score and keep the quarreling to the spirits. “Young lady, I’ve been dealing with ghosts and performing exorcisms since I was knee high to a grasshopper. I know a poltergeist when I feel one and you’d best believe I know how to handle one so none of y’all need to fret about any credentials, you hear?”

Mav fastened his hat on his head a little tighter and rolled up his sleeves before pulling out his grand pappy’s old iron pocket watch. It was a silly old trinket, but it was a fool proof focal point for him. “We’ll need our Ms. Diaz to repossess her body. Once she’s in there, we’ll start the exorcism. The circle here should keep little lady Cordelia trapped while we do the banishment. There’s bound to be a lot of rattling and hollering but it’s very important that once I start wagging my mouth that no one interrupts me. One missed syllable is all it’ll take for things to go belly up in a delicate situation such as this one. So if we’re ready to start wobbling jaws and get this show on the road, y’all need to be absolutely sure you’re ready.”

Just repossess the body. That was all Nadia needed to worry about doing. She looked at where Cordelia and her body waited within the circle. The moment she crossed that line, she’d be stuck in there with a homicidal maniac until everything was completed. The way that Cordelia looked at her without really seeing her would have chilled Nadia to the bones. This had to be the most twisted form of self-loathing, when her own eyes were filled with so much hate, but she wasn’t even in there. Nadia looked at Regan’s hand and, comforted, stepped forward. Cordelia straightened up, her mouth set in a hard line. Nadia crossed into the circle, and there was no going back. She stood toe to toe with her own body, her feet floating off the ground and making her an inch or so taller. Once again, Nadia felt like she was staring at her reflection in a mirror back in Phoenix, blood on her hands and a smile that wasn’t hers, had never been hers, stretching across her mouth. She was done with this. Nadia reached her hand out and grabbed her own shoulder.

It felt weird, feeling Nadia Diaz’s hand pass through her body, but the sensation meant that the repossession didn’t work, and all Nadia could do was laugh. “You can’t even be dead properly, can you?” she hissed at the translucent figure in front of her. “God, any ghost worth their shit can possess. Come on, champ, try again.” She looked out amongst the group in front of them, from the little banshee to the cowboy, sneering. Bet they felt like dumbasses, backing the wrong Nadia. She was clearly the better of the two, more in control and more capable of taking care of this body. Not that it’d matter for long, but, shit, it was as if Nadia didn’t even want it anymore. Just like when Nadia had taken over, the girl had no fight. She couldn’t have fought back if she wanted to. “Didn’t you hear me, you dumb bitch? Try aga--” Nadia gasped, and, for the first time in weeks, she wasn’t alone in her head anymore.

The first thing Nadia noticed was that she was unbalanced. She wobbled a bit, trying to remember how to plant her feet on solid ground. Her wrist hurt. Her throat hurt. Her head was killing her. She had to blink tears out of her eyes for a moment as everything came back into focus. She was trembling, but she could feel it. She could feel everything, not just herself, and the weight of it was crushing. It was relieving. But she could feel Cordelia, too, just underneath the surface, and the poltergeist was so much stronger than she was. However, Cordelia wasn’t the one that was used to being possessed, and this would always be Nadia’s body first. For a moment, and just a moment, she had total control, even if the spirit taking up residence in her body fought like a motherfucker. “Now,” she gasped out, locking eyes with anyone that she could. “Start now. You’ve got to start now.”

Regan wasn’t sure why Blanche felt the need to mention her size to Mav (she was more shrimpy than medium, though neither of those words were qualitative enough for Regan’s liking), but she was already struggling to follow everything else that was happening. Telekinesis? Horses? A pocket watch that made a shiver roll down her spine? Instead of trying to make sense of nonsense, she turned her attention to Nadia and Kaden. As much as she wanted him to stay here, she knew it was important that someone guard the door. The last thing they needed was for Cordelia to escape… or for Ms. Carmody to wander up insisting to see what was causing all the noise. Despite not agreeing with Mav’s chosen terminology, she understood that his warning about interruption was to be taken seriously, and for a moment, she considered promising that she wouldn’t interfere. But… what if she had to? What if there was no other option? What if Nadia’s death would be a result not of the “exorcism,” but of Regan’s inability to intervene? So she held her tongue as tightly as she held Nadia’s gaze. Her fingers felt nothing as she tried to graze her friend’s hand, but something in Nadia’s eyes told her that it helped a little nonetheless. Regan only wished she could do more. She wasn’t the best at inspirational speeches, but it seemed prudent to remind Nadia that she believed in her. “You were shot by a mime and wouldn’t even come to me for stitches,” Regan said, voice resolute, “you’ve been using hydrogen peroxide on your wounds despite my warnings, and you fearlessly confronted all of those dangerous individuals at 66 Brimme Stonne. There’s likely more that I don’t even know about.” That thought sank like a stone inside of her. “You can do this, Nadia. You’re tough and, to my chagrin, occasionally medically irresponsible. But most importantly tough. And I’ll be here. No matter what.” That was a promise Regan would have made if she could.

At Mav’s instruction, Nadia drifted into the center of the room, where Cordelia stood in handcuffs. Though Regan had seen both of them individually before, seeing them in one place, staring each other down, was maddening. Some part of her wanted to explain all of this away as a hallucination, but she couldn’t lie about that, not even to herself any longer. There was no imagining Cordelia’s fury out of nowhere, either -- it was very real, even directed at someone so insubstantial as Nadia. There wasn’t even a tremor under Cordelia’s voice; she thought herself invincible, truly believing that Nadia was going to die trying. More impossible things unfolded -- Nadia vanished. Regan looked down, expecting her to pop back up through the floor, but she didn’t. Her head swiveled frantically as she searched the room. Nadia was gone. But Cordelia -- something was changing across her face. And her balance. Cordelia nearly fell, and Regan was caught off guard by how Cordelia’s voice changed. Uncertain, fearful, frenzied, with a backbone of determination. Regan knew, then -- that was where Nadia had gone, somehow. She stayed back, lingering at the side of the room as she looked to Mav, pleading silently with him to save her friend.

Bloody hell, there were a lot of people here. Most of them actual adults. This wasn't like last time when it was a bunch of kids in the woods just hoping to get this right. Connor wasn't sure if he was intimidated by that, or comforted by it. "Right," he said, nodding and stepping into position next to Mav, trying not to let the man's colourful use of language blur his judgement. They wouldn't have invited him if he wasn't capable. This was Nadia's life at stake. "I've got you, mate." He touched his focal point, currently nestled inside his pocket. It would make its real appearance once they were ready. "You got this, Nadia," he said again, looking at her sincerely and giving her an encouraging nod.

Connor could feel the palpable tension in the room. He felt the poltergeist's fury, the struggle, the pain. He focused on the battling spirits, never taking his eyes off them, ready to leap in at any moment regardless of not knowing how he could help. "She's winning," he said, managing a hopeful smile. But they weren't out of the woods yet... There was still the rest of it to do. "Quick, I'll start getting everything in place, yeah?" No wobbly mouths, or waggling jaws, or whatever the cowboy had said. The ritual had to go perfectly. He drew the diagrams around the Nadias, taking the relics and items as Mav handed them to him, the two of them settling the playing field as Nadia and Cordelia fought for control over the other. "You’ve won, okay Nadia? Stay strong, we're almost there," he called to her.

The mustached exorcist watched and waited as the spirit of Nadia Diaz returned to her own body. Mav almost wished he could see it proper, but he didn’t need to see to know what was going on. The energy shifted around them, forces battling to occupy the same space, and beyond that, he wasn’t a spring chicken. He could hear the arguments back and forth. When she said the word, Mav didn’t hesitate to start chanting. He gripped his fingers tight around the chain of the pocket watch as he formed the Latin clean and precise even with his accent peaking through, narrowing in on the energy until it was clear and crisp as sweet tea on a summer’s day. In normal circumstances, he’d never need to focus his energy like this, not for a basic removal ritual. But this? This was three gallons of crazy in a two gallon bucket. The spirit that belonged to the body was weaker, it would take everything he had to pull the poltergeist away. And then a little more than that to banish it back to hell and keep Ms Diaz from heading down to the bone orchard herself. He felt the words forming a bond of energy, like the chain from his watch, latching onto the poltergeist and pulling at it, peeling it away from the body. She was tough as a pine nut. A focal point wasn’t enough. Without dropping a phrase, he nodded to Connor and reached out to him to pull from him, to strengthen the chain. It was going to need to be strong as steel, iron even, to make this work. But Maverick Mulaney was no failure, no sir.

Blanche understood Mav’s exasperation, but she wasn’t quick to drop her skepticism. Once it was all over, she could apologize -- or kill him, if she ended up being right. The somber thought made her grimace, even as Nadia succeeded in overtaking Cordelia and the removal started. The energy in the room was thick and made her skin tingle uncomfortably. Watching Mav start to pull from Connor, Blanche backed away and started inching closer to Regan. “Regan?” She said quietly, not taking her eyes off Nadia and Cordelia. This was probably the first thing she had said to Regan directly in a very long time, but it was better to warn her now then let her be surprised. She had seen the first exorcism, and Nadia’s screams of pain weren’t something she would soon forget. That said, maybe with the removal it would be, at least, a little better. “Once Cordelia is out, it’ll get better for Nadia.” She spoke softly so she wouldn’t disturb Mav or Connor’s concentration. “... Well… Maybe not better. But it probably won’t get worse,” she corrected herself. Her hands tightened on the gun, and let out a hissed wince as her body began to feel like ice. “I think he knows what he’s doing.” Blanche was struck again with a sort of sadness and pity for Cordelia, as well as the familiar guilt in her gut, but she shook it off. There would be time to lament her choices later, now she had to keep a careful eye on Nadia.  She narrowed her eyes at Nadia, taking a few steps forward as she tried to watch for Cordelia’s soul to be ripped out of Nadia’s body. “C’mon, c’mon. Let her go.” Blanche hissed under her breath. Before it killed Nadia.

Just like last time, Nadia felt a pulling sensation, like she was being ripped in half. She gritted her teeth against the pain so hard that she tasted iron in her mouth, but she stayed in control for as long as she could. This was working. They were going to win this. Granted, she felt like her insides were coming apart, as the connection with Cordelia that had literally just reformed was severed again and again and again. Cordelia raged against her skull, but Nadia held on as much as she could. If she concentrated, she could hear Mav chanting. She focused on that, on the sounds of words in a language that she didn’t understand. If she made it out of this-- When, when she made it out of this, she was going to start learning a new language. Maybe a dead language, something that could be useful in this fucking town. But she was making it out of this. Fuck, it was cold. It was so cold. Nadia felt herself trembling, and she opened her mouth to say something, but she didn’t say anything at all. She screamed.

“No!” Nadia screamed out, finally regaining control as the temperature in the room plummeted and the lights surged with her anger. No. This wasn’t happening. She wasn’t losing this. Not now. Not now. Just like in the last exorcism, she reached inward, to that part of her that was dead and had been for so long but refused to fucking stay that way. Again, the felt the shackles, fucking handcuffs of all things, fall from her wrist, but this time, she knew she wouldn’t make it out in time. She had one last Hail Mary. She didn’t even feel the pain in Nadia’s wrist as she gripped the knife hidden behind her back as tightly as she could. Lightning fast, she ran it against Nadia’s neck, leaving a thin red line. But that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? Too quick. Nadia Diaz would die suffering. She felt herself being pulled, pulled out of the body, but Nadia clung on as hard as she could, planted her heels, and dug the knife into Nadia’s stomach. It was poetic, wasn’t it? This was where she’d stabbed Kaden, where she’d stabbed the little medium. She gritted her teeth and dug in more, as much as she could. It wasn’t a big knife, sure, but she was a determined gal, and she didn’t give a fuck about Nadia’s pain. Not anymore. Then, Nadia wasn’t pulled out of Nadia’s body. She pushed herself out.

[sope-and-shine]

You Drive Me Nuts

-> Pairings: Jeongguk x Reader -> Fluff // College!AU  -> Word Count: 2.1k -> Summary: With great powers comes great responsibility. And yes, an EpiPen is a responsibility, Jeon Jeongguk. -> Warnings: mild language // responsible use of an EpiPen for an irresponsible reason.

A/N: I have no clue what the process is through anaphylaxis once it gets to the doctors, so I tried my best. I hope you enjoy! 

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You told him.

You’ve told him on more than one occasion.

You’ve reminded Jeongguk multiple times that it is in no way acceptable for him to eat a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup when he’s allergic to peanuts! He’s 20yrs old, for Christ sake, you shouldn’t have to remind him what he can and cannot eat! Any sane person would think, ‘Oh no, that’ll make my throat close up and I could die’ and turn the candy offer down.

But no.

Not this idiot.

He’s apparently a psychopath!

You were just studying in the cafe waiting for the other boys to join you before you get your food. No harm in that at all. They were always late cutting across campus, so getting some homework out of the way or a quick study session never hurt. Normal day.

Not a problem.

As soon as they all began to make their appearances, you had put away your working materials so you’d be ready to get something to eat. As soon as they all arrived, it was left to Jeongguk to watch your belongings since he was the last to arrive at the table. Nothing new, it was usually between him, Taehyung, and Namjoon to watch the table. Not only that, but he was more than happy to take a seat at the table. You figured he was tired from running across the campus and just wanted to sit. Nothing to worry about.

You should have worried.

You all left him alone for a total of maybe 15 minutes. 15 minutes to get your food so you could enjoy the rest of your day, 15 minutes so he could sit and watch your belongings, 15 minutes for him to be a regular adult, and apparently 15 minutes for him to contemplate asking the table next to yours for the Reese’s and have it open and in one hand with his EpiPen in the other by the time you got back.

“Jeon Jeongguk! You put that Reese’s cup down and wash your hands right now! Are you crazy?!” Your outburst not only catches his attention, but those around you as well. Multiple eyes are on you including his, but his eyes are staring into yours in fear, contemplation, and partial regret. 

Jimin comes up next to you with his own lunch, stopping when he sees the predicament. He sighs, “He cannot be serious.” 

It’s almost as if you can see the gears turning in Jeongguk’s head, contemplating if he should make his next move or not. You can see the longing in his eyes, and a part of you already knows what he’s about to do before he does it. He pops the treat into his mouth in one bite, and the look of pure joy and elation tells you this exact situation could - and will - happen again. He shouldn’t look as pleased as he does slamming a needle into his thigh, but his smile is all you need to see.

“Jimin, call an ambulance!” You order, rushing to your friend - soon to be dead friend - and dropping your lunch on the table next to him. A million thoughts are running through your head as you take the seat next to him, watching the stupid bunny smile appear on his face. Your first immediate reaction is to choke him, but he’s about to do that himself. So, instead, you settle for hitting the back of his head. “Are you insane?! What possessed you to do that, you psychopath?!”

“My mom never let me eat them, so I-” He coughs, beginning to feel the effects of his allergy trying to battle the epinephrine. “-I wanted to try one…”

“She didn’t let you eat them because YOU ARE ALLERGIC!” You rage. You’re almost completely dumbfounded by this man’s absolute stupidity. How he made it to college, you could never understand after this. You grab his face in your hands and squish his cheeks together to look into his mouth at the back of his throat. “Any good, sensible mother-! No. Scratch that. Any good, sensible PERSON wouldn’t let you eat one!”

He fights a smile, his face still trapped between your hands, “Worth it.”

As the other boys get back from getting their food, they all begin to close in on what happened with the youngest member of the squad. Namjoon, ever the responsible adult he is, sighs when he catches sight of the used EpiPen and the crumpled Reese’s wrapper next to it. “Jeongguk, what the fuck?”

“What did you do?!” Jin cries, setting his food on the table to take the other side of your ‘patient’. His mother’s intuition kicks in as he takes over your role of nurse, “Are you stupid or something?”

Yoongi takes a seat at the table next to the discarded trays and starts eating, completely unbothered. Shoving a french fry in his mouth, he turns to the rest of the group that is still unsure as to what they should do in the situation. “Make a note, everyone. As soon as he gets out of the hospital, I’m killing him.”

While the others begin to have a seat or discuss the current dilemma, Jeongguk turns to you with seemingly tired eyes full of mischief, “(Y/n)...I can see the light.” His voice has a slight croak to it, and every breath has a slight wheeze.

“Good. Walk into it.” Is your answer petty? Absolutely. But you can't help but glare at him for the stunt he just pulled, especially when he’s trying to hit you with puppy dog eyes. “Don’t pout at me. You deserve this.”

It only takes about 10 more minutes for the ambulance to arrive on campus to pick up the idiot next to you. Which is good, because his breathing was only getting harder and more erratic as you waited with him even after having him lay down to clear his airways a little more. He tried to be cool the entire time they were adjusting him onto the gurney, cracking jokes and flashing the occasional hand sign at Tae’s phone while he took pictures for his Snapchat, but you could tell he was feeling the consequences of his actions when they administered oxygen to him.

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After a short ride to the hospital, an hour and a half of sitting in the waiting room of the ER doing homework, and half an hour waiting for Jeongguk to wake up and finish getting scolded by the doctor’s and nurses for his stupid actions, you’re finally left alone with him again on a small couch by the window of his room. His hair isn’t as nicely kept as it was this morning, his street clothes were replaced with a hospital gown at some point during his visit and placed in the bag next to his bed, and his overall appearance just looks completely exhausted. Even so, he looks a lot better than he did at lunch.  

“You know, I thought that would go a lot better.” He admits with a chuckle, breaking the silence that was left in your room. A shy smile adorns his face as he plays with the piece of equipment on his finger.

You, however, are not amused, “How did you expect it to go any better, Guk? You are severely allergic to peanuts.”

He sighs, “I meant as far as the embarrassment.”

“Oh, you mean a 20 year old man getting scolded by 40 year old doctors and nurses for eating a peanut butter cup because you were never allowed to have them? Did you think you would just magically not be allergic?” You ask, genuinely interested to hear what his excuse was. In your opinion, there was no excuse. What he did was stupid and wreckless, and you have half a mind to beat the crap out of him for the stunt he pulled. Who did he think he was to scare you like that?

“It can happen…” He shrugs. It was more than obvious that he really didn’t think much of his actions, and that annoyed you more than anything.

“Jeongguk.”

He doesn’t move. He just continues staring at the equipment attached to him as if you weren’t in the room. His childish ignorance was hitting your last nerve at this point. You couldn’t stop yourself from standing up and crossing to his bed.

“Look at me.” You demand. You wait for him to raise his head, giving you a clear view of the frown on his face. You ignore how he looks at you in favor of grabbing onto his face. He had to know you were serious, and he wasn’t going to back out of this. “Don’t you ever do something that could literally kill you in minutes ever again. Do you understand me? I’m not playing with you. You scared the shit out of me!”

“I won’t, I promise.” You hear him loud and clear, you watch him nod and smile in affirmation, but you can’t help but feel helpless. You could’ve stopped him if you’d moved faster, then you could’ve beaten the sense into him before he ended up in the hospital. But here he was, almost 3 hours later with an IV and a drip running into him. The anger that’s been festering all day has finally settled within you, and you feel the tears welling up before you can pull yourself back together.

This of course sets Jeongguk into panic when he sees the glistening of your eyes staring into his own. “Hey! Why are you crying?! Our friendship handbook didn’t mention crying!” He couldn’t handle himself crying, let alone another human being crying at him. In an attempt to soothe you, he places his hands over yours as they rest on his cheeks, rubbing small circles into your skin.

You look away from him, hiding your face before the tears can really start to fall, “It’s in the fine print asshole.” 

“Well, why are you crying if I’m okay?” He asks. You refuse to look at him, not wanting to look at him after all the pain he’s caused you thus far, but he wasn’t about to let you cry without knowing what’s really wrong with you. He releases your hands from his and lets them fall while he moves into a different position, getting close enough to you so he can take your face in between his hands like you’d done to him - granted, yours was a lot more harsh than his. He turns your head so he can look at you, waiting until your eyes finally meet his before he smiles, “Hey, you can tell me what’s wrong.”

You can’t help but let the tears fall with the way he looks at you, “You just looked so beaten up and pale, and your breathing just kept getting worse as we waited, and-” You choke back a sob, “-I don’t want to lose you, okay?”

“You’re not going to lose me.” He coos, stroking your cheeks softly with his thumbs. He’d never intended to hurt you this way. He honestly didn’t think that far ahead. He had an idea, he executed a plan he thought would work, and he got to taste a peanut butter cup while living to see another day. It’s only now that he really thinks about what he’s done today. Neither you or the boys have ever seen him like that before, and to someone who’s never experienced it before, it can be really scary. He sees it now that you’re in front of him crying instead of yelling at him. “I swear on my life that I will never do it again.”

‘He wouldn’t do it again?’ You think. Sure he won’t. You scoff, “Easy for you to say. One wrong move and you die before I get my hands on you.” You move to pull his hands off of your face, but he takes your hands in his instead, pulling you to sit on the bed next to him. You’re too surprised to say anything, letting out a small squeak from the sudden movement instead. The two of you just sit and stare at one another before he finally lifts his right hand from yours to hold his pinky towards you, “I promise.”

Staring at the hand with an IV poking out and a heart monitor attached to his pointer finger, you know in the very back of your mind that this will probably happen again whether he intends to or not. But you don’t think you’ve seen him this serious before. At least for now, you can take his pinky in your own and accept his promise to make both of you feel better. 

“You drive me crazy, you know?” You ask, wiping at some of your remaining tears with your free hand.

“Don’t you mean I drive you nuts?” 

[bewaretheidesofmarchyall]

Soulmate Shenanigans Part Three: Return Of The Shenanigans

Let’s do this!

At this point, you probably know the drill (and, if not, parts one and two are here and here!)

Basically I found some prompts for September, and now I’m doing them in October just because

Prompt #3

You have an animal that only you and your soulmate can see.

Warnings: Death mentions, brief mentions of drowning (I pinky swear that I’ll stop drowning Janus for the rest of this challenge), brief mentions of house fires (I pinky swear that I’ll stop setting Patton on fire for the rest of this challenge)

World Building

Soulmates had always been an idea bubbling in the back of humanity’s brains. A sort of “hey, this romance thing is complicated, could we just kinda know?”

It was starting to annoy the fates

Do you expect them to do all the work? I mean, what with the spinning, and the looking ominous, and the lack of dental, their job is a hard one, and you want to make it harder by having them weave two people’s stories together?

One day, a fate heard yet another “please, let me meet my soulmate tomorrow” prayer and went nuts

Fine. Fine! You want soulmates? We’ll make soulmates.

The plan was to create two soulmates, make them fall in love

And then kill them.

Just to remind humans where they stood on a cosmic scale. Just to remind them that every story ends tragically, when you get down to the end.

They reviewed a few couples (Some Romeo and Juliet people had promise), but in the end decided. Feuding families? Check. Opposites attracting? Check. Tragedy? Inevitable.

Characters

Patton: Patton grew up inside the hedges.

Hedges were his family’s specialty, so the house was surrounded by them. He rarely got to leave, but he could get lost in the gardens and talk to his imaginary pet, so all in all things were okay. Sure, maybe it was weird to have a blue jay that only he could see, but he was lonely!

See, Patton’s family liked three things

1. Having heirs (but only in theory)

2. Increasingly elaborate hedge mazes

3. Fighting a blood feud the goddamn lawyers

Patton wasn’t really on that list, but he wasn’t on the list of hated things either, so there was that.

List of Hated Things

1. The goddamn lawyers

2. Anyone who associates with the goddamn lawyers

3. Anyone who is descended from the goddamn lawyers

4. Anyone who gets in the way of the blood feud with the goddamn lawyers

5. Dandelions. They’re not serious gardening.

Janus: Janus was, of course, a child of the goddamn lawyers

The lawyers weren’t a clan of blood like the gardeners, but one of merit. And having kids was seen as a conflict of interest, and therefore frowned upon.

Of course, it’s illegal to murder or criminally neglect children, so he was allowed to stick around and have a childhood vaguely reminiscent of John Mulaney’s “one black coffee”, “over on the bench”, and “getting accused of murdering Princess Diana” skits

Most of his childhood was spent accusing his pet blue jay (that couldn’t be seen by anyone else) of crimes and then debating himself about whether or not the bird was guilty, like a normal kid.

However, when it became clear that someone else was stealing his blue jay, he had to find them and give them a piece of his mind, even if they lived behind formidable hedges

The Plot

Patton (about eight at this point) was wandering around the grounds, talking to Sunny (his name for the bird), like every other day, when the strangest kid he’d ever seen in his life appeared through a small gap in the hedges and informed him that the bird was his and he’d be leaving soon

A bird custody battle ensues

Janus uses a lot of legal terminology, which Patton pretends to understand. The debate ends when Patton’s aunt shows up and threatens to chuck Janus over the garden walls if he doesn’t get out immediately.

Janus runs off, but Patton sees him through the hedges later, and he looks kind of sad about the whole thing, so Patton offers to share custody of Sunny. 

Janus perked up at this solution, despite claiming that the bird’s name was really Iago, and a friendship was born.

It was hard for them to chat when both their relatives would love to murder at least one of the kids if they could get away with it, and Patton was separated from him by the hedges, but they managed.

Sunny/Iago was decent at carrying messages, Janus was good at finding secret passages, and Patton had adequate aim when tossing packages over the hedges.

They were best friends for years and years, confidants in their crazy worlds.

At around sixteen, Janus convinced Patton to leave the grounds for an afternoon. The two of them saw the sights (which meant buying/stealing bread) (you can guess who actually bought the bread and who stole it) and had fun

The evening ended with the two of them sitting under a tree, chatting. The dandelions were in that in-between stage where some of them are flowers and some seed-heads, so Patton was able to weave a crown of flowers and make a wish at the same time.

Take a wild flying guess who he wished for (hint: they were currently wearing the flower crown and pretending to not like it, but would secretly never take it off. Ever.).

Patton claimed he’d wished for world peace (which, on further reflection, he felt bad for not thinking of first), and Janus claimed he’d wished for solid gold coins, but they were both lying.

Eventually, Patton had to go home.

Sunny-Iago: Sunny-Iago had gone by many names before. As one of the extra-dimensional lords of fate, they’d been called things like, “THE FUCK IS THAT”, “IT HAS SO MANY EYES”, and “Oh, fuck, that raven’s back again”. It made perfect sense for them to have at least two, despite being in the flesh prison of a blue jay this time.

A damn blue jay.

At least ravens have a little class.

Anyway, their job was to guide two sweethearts together and then drive them into a metaphorical (or literal? It could always be literal) brick wall. This was proving harder than expected, since the most important thing was to not get attached to either of them and well

Sunny-Iago had gotten attached to both of them. It was hard to see kids grow up and be fine killing them off, okay!

But they knew the drill. This had to end in some kind of tragedy. 

So, they had a plan. Instead of having them both killed off because of miscommunication, they’d merely never see each other again and pine after what could have been, eventually turning into a bittersweet story they’d tell to....someone younger and more naïve, or something. They were still working it out!

So, they grabbed a quill pen in their beak and wrote a note to Patton’s aunt (it took several tries. Beaks were not meant for holding quill pens). 

The note said something along the lines of “You know the goddamn lawyers? Of course you do. Your nephew fell for one, last chance to fix the situation is at 10:00 at the gate”.

Back To The Plot

Patton and Janus got back to the gardener grounds. Neither wanted to leave the other’s company, so they lingered at the gate, chatting and finding excuses to stay.

After a few minutes, it was obvious that Patton had to leave. Before doing so, he quickly kissed Janus on the cheek, just in time to get caught by his aunt, who came close to stabbing the both of them with a garden trowel.

When Janus came back a few days later, wilted dandelions still in his pocket, Patton was gone, sent far away from lawyers and love. All that was left was the bird. A stupid bird that no one else could see.

Time-lapse! Seven years later!

Janus was working on the most important legal case any lawyer had in a solid three years.

A gardener had murdered one of his relatives (he kept forgetting which one, which was a bit of a problem, since half of his job was to look tearful about them) with a wheelbarrow, and he was attempting to get them arrested for it. 

If it worked, the gardeners would have consequence for committing murder, which would hopefully tone down the blood feud a little.

Half of the jurors had been rigged by both sides, some paid to vote one way and some paid to vote another. There were, however, six undecided jurors out there.

The Jurors

Logan: Logan is the only person on the jury who knows anything whatsoever about law and what can be done in a courtroom. He actually wants the most just and logical thing to happen. 

Weirdo.

Roman: Roman is an actor in a touring production of Much Ado About A Midsummer’s Ham (Cooked As You Like It)

He just wants this trial process to be over so he can get back to rehearsal-wait, nevermind, the guy with the glasses is cute and he’s going to make this court case last as long as possible.

Remus: Remus is here to cause as much legal chaos as possible

He might get arrested for contempt of court.

Virgil: Virgil gives 0 fucks about anything that happens, but knows more about law than Logan, who knows more about law than anyone else in the court.

Remy: Remy heard from people that court cases are full of juicy drama.

Those people are wrong. It’s just a bunch of legal stuff. He’d rather be at Starbucks!

Emile: Emile is psychoanalyzing everyone else on the jurors section. Especially Remus.

Back To The Plot

The case progresses normally

Well, normally for this town anyway, which means that the goddamn lawyers are dying off fast (mostly of poison).

Janus, however, has managed to dodge every assassination attempt. He’s lawyering like Billy Flynn here!

Late in the afternoon, everyone’s a little tired and a lot bored when yet another witness is called. Janus was pulling his hat over his eyes for shade from the sunlight streaming into the court, when he heard the witness’s voice.

After a seven year disappearance, Patton stood in the courtroom.

Remy leaned forward. He saw the look on Janus’s face. At long last, drama had arrived.

After the court got out of session, Janus dashed down the steps of the building to catch up to Patton. He offers to get a coffee with him, but Patton turns him down, insinuating that he only offered to get information on the gardeners. Janus left, dejected.

Over the last seven years, Patton’s was in the far away land where his family started: New Jersey. While in this cursed place, his family attempted to change him from a dandelion to a venus flytrap, and nearly succeeded.

Nearly.

But when, the next day, his aunt poisons Janus’s water glass (gleefully explaining that this poison doesn’t show up on the standard tests and precautions), he just so happens to be clumsy enough to knock it over before Jan drinks it, and ends up volunteering to get coffee to make up for it.

Coffee meet-ups lead to coffee dates lead to rekindling of old romances (all under the utmost secrecy)

Eventually, the court case comes to a head. 

The six pre-decided jurors work quickly, but Logan debates, and Roman stalls because he’ll be missing Logan, and Remus is forcibly removed from the courthouse, and Emile forgot to take notes, and Virgil sleeps through most of it, and Remy couldn’t care less about this, only caring about what happens with Janus and Patton.

They make their decision

Since they saw like 47 murder attempts over the course of the trial, it’s not a stretch to assume that the gardeners did kill that guy with a wheelbarrow.

Janus and the rest of the prosecution celebrate, and in the excitement of the moment, he and Patton end up sharing a kiss.

That’s the moment the gardeners went from Lowkey Trying To Murder Him to Highkey Trying To Murder Him

Both of them walk home with their head in the clouds

When your head is in the clouds, it’s easy to get kidnapped and thrown in the harbor to drown, especially if you happen to be a goddamn lawyer who just won a case.

And when your head is in the clouds, and you overhear your relatives talking about how they threw the person you love the most into the harbor to drown, it’s easy to make rash decisions

Like grabbing a torch and running into the middle of a prized hedge maze, and threaten to burn it all if his aunt didn’t tell him where Janus was. 

When the answer was “dead, obviously”, Patton took the torch to the shrubbery, and the estate burned.

Problem: Janus crawled to shore and survived. 

Secondary problem: Patton’s not trying especially hard to escape the fire.

Janus got to the house, saw it was on fire, and ran into the grounds. He eventually found Patton (who was still alive and in the hedge maze), but....it’s a very intricate hedge maze, and now there’s smoke everywhere, and they can’t find their way out.

At the last second, Sunny-Iago swooped over their heads, pointing to the exit, and they run after them.

They’re almost out of the burning grounds when Sunny-Iago falls to the ground, still, and they find themselves in another place entirely.

The Fates

The Fates had bet on how good old birdie would kill Janus and Patton off

Knife? was the most common bet, followed by Wolves. No one bet on them living in the end.

Except Meghan (alternate name: The Lurking One), and nobody liked Meghan, and nobody liked losing money. 

So, they were going to do the job personally.

Back To The Plot

Janus and Patton find themselves in a tomb where every grave is theirs. A tomb where every grave is theirs is essentially the office space of the fates, who enjoy the atmosphere.

The Fates themselves take a multitude of forms: Animal, vegetable, mineral, eldritch, you name it.

And they all bicker amongst themselves about how to best kill off the couple.

Knife? Wolves? Triscuits? How??

Janus tricks them into debating the subject round and round in circles, but they eventually come to their senses.

As a last ditch hope, Patton says that they’ll pick the method of death for them if they give the couple a chance to plead for their lives.

The fates agree, and the Final Court Case begins.

Janus is quite a lawyer, but there’s literally a saying about how hard it is to argue with Fate, so its a nail biter of a case. Patton manages to give a passionate defense and Janus brings up evidence, but it’s still anyone’s game how the jurors will vote.

Steve votes for death

The Great Rot votes for not death

Spatula votes for not death

Karen votes for death

Meghan votes for not death

A Clump Of Petunias votes for death

Broken Taco Shells And Broken Hearts votes for not death

That One Relative At Family Reunions That You Pretend To Know But Don’t votes for death

Microwavable Lasagna votes for not death

The Ghost Of Richard III votes for death

That Sock That Always Disappears From Dryers chooses not to vote. What a jerk.

At this point, it’s tied 5-5. Enter Remy, who just wants to go to the extra-dimensional Starbucks.

He deliberates. He hems. He haws. He draws out the moment unnecessarily long for drama’s sake.

But, at the end of the day, he was always rooting for these humans.

Remy votes for not death.

Conclusion

Patton and Janus get to live. Time is very short for humans, and eventually they would both die, but right then and there, they got to live.

Dandelions eventually took root where the carefully trimmed hedges had once been.

And Roman noticed, after his performance was done, that a certain nerd was in the audience.

And he could also see Roman’s blue jay.

Hope you enjoyed!!

[whirlybirdwhat]

Accidental Family Man Au

remember that one ask where I talked about some projects? This is one of them. Enjoy dad franky!

So it begins with Franky – a back alley repair in the illustrious mechanic city of Water 7 – a miracle engineering city, they call it, with intertwining roads of cars and rivers. Venice, if Venice was made of concrete and had a road system above its water system, twisting above houses and everything.

Franky used to be one of those engineers that created those miracles, but an accident later, and he’s the scourge of the city and half bionic, making his living in back alley repair shops where you either pay with cash or your life.

He never said he was a good guy, did he Ice Burg?

 He still has connections though – and these connections lead to Iceburg, and to the Straw Hats.

 Iceburg’s the mayor, of course, and while he doesn’t care much for his public image, he knows that if he starts accepting money from shady kids who showed up to his doorstep possibly covered in blood with a woman who he swears he’s seen before beside him, that maybe Water 7’s people will take a hit for harboring criminals.

But hey, He knows a guy already doesn’t he?

So he sends these kids and their broken van down to the Franky House to see if he would fix their beloved, broken, van.

The Straw Hats never reach it, because the woman (Robin) gets kidnapped and a fight breaks out, leading to the separation of the group,

So the story really begins with Franky and the little broken down RV called The Going Merry, previously belonging to the kid who’s standing in front of him, begging him to fix it.

More Hcs Below cut including actual dad Franky stuff lol

That kid is Usopp, and he’s asking because Franky’s the only repair man in the illustrious city of Water 7 that will possibly accept the cash that Usopp has to offer.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he attempts to kick the kid out and gets kidnapped in return.

Oops

 So, Franky’s introduced to Ennies Lobby one of the worst places this side of the country – where people go and never come back, and hey, whats this kid doing kicking down the door?

Safe to say, Franky is rescued, and learns a little more of their story.

And Safe to say, Franky sees the woman they are going to save (him, and a bunch of teenagers and some 12 year old brat) and he near damn falls in love with her on sight and definitely does when he actually talks to her.

They save Robin, and start running – of course, Merry the van is just barely struggling to save all their added weight but they make it but also merry’s totaled.

So Franky shows them his pet project, The Thousand Sunny, supposed to be his super get away, home a way from home rv but with a few modifcations… the Straw Hat Gang has a new home. And a new crew member.

Franky learns everyone’s stories and about all the absolutely shady shit they are into. He learns he fits right in.

 And then… then the moments start happening.

He helps Usopp fix up the Sunny, and teachers him about cars and such. 

He and Chopper start bonding over bionics and medical shit that went into building his body. 

Zoro and him geek out over comic heroes (this, at least in zoro’s part, is canon the big nerd.) 

He helps Nami out with some headings and listens to her troubles. 

Sanji and him go fishing one day and it’s the most surreal experience of Franky’s life because this teen is in a three-piece suit and catching giant fish out on the shore of some lake? What? 

Franky gives Luffy advice and pulls him out of fights and shows him cool robot things.

 And its two months in when Franky realizes – here is it actually typed out lmao

“In all honesty, Franky doesn’t know how it happens.

Well.

He has a vague idea.

(Can you save her? Please? Merry’s the best.)

But still – tracing the events that led up to him frantically calling Ice-for-brains at one am in the morning at a near abandoned gas station on the west coast was a hard task.

“Hello?”

Finally.

“Ice-for-brains,” He starts using the familiar name.

“Flunky? The hell? What are you calling me now?”

“Iceberg.” The use of his real name quiets him. He knows this is serious. Franky takes a deep breath, and exhales, saying the next words in a single breath. “I accidently became a dad to six crazy teenagers. Help.”

…

“Goddamnit bastard-berg this is no time to laugh!””

AND THEN HE GOES ON TO HAVE MORE DAD ADVENTURES INCLUDING:

Organizing the kids at Sabaody Park

being emotional support for all these kids trauma please world, give them a break

doing his best to say no to allowing luffy to swim with sharks but giving in anyway

being a component (aka fierce menacing bodyguard) in his daughter’s nami’s schemes

breaking up fights

 Attempting to ground known criminals who may or may not be stronger than him

Modifying the RV so that they can have Brook and Jimbe on it as well

“MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!”

Overthrowing the government in at least three different countries because his kids wanted to

Doing experiments with illegal fireworks on Usopp’s behest

“Do you want to play catch” “Franky that’s dynamite that we found in the stach what the fuck- “Do you want to play catch” “…Yes.”

Explaining Safe Sex to teenagers who have biggers worries such as the government

Teaching them all how to drive. He thinks hius heart has popped out of his chest.

Snoring loudly on their tiny couch and everyone just dogpiling on him

Also I had this in my notes

So that’s a thing that’s going to happen!

Uh anyway uh PART TWO – THE OTHER FCKING STRAWHATS

Note: Everyone is aged down three years from pre TS ages  to enforce the fact that 1) the government is fucking nuts for assigning bounties to these kids in this au 2) give more dad moments as while we all need a dad in our lives at any age it gives me more plausible reason here 3) plot related issues and the fact that this story takes place over several years and 4) the image of a 14 year old taking down the government is hilarious to me.

So.

Moving on.

Luffy – 14 years old and an absolute bastard

Luffy grew up in the port city of Fuusha as a way for Garp to keep an eye on him because of his family connections and make sure nothing bad happened to him -  didn’t quite work out.

dads a terrorist, his brothers a world class criminal, his gramps is an abusive piece of shit but also weirdly protective marine officer, his family’s complicated. 

 he grew up in the seedy underbelly of the city and made friends with a lot of criminals (who helped him get out because hey that five year old who used to steal our food is a brat and maybe we should help him get out before he becomes to chaotic (too late) and becomes our friend (also too late) )

Among these criminals are Shanks, who wanders through once in a while, Buggy, begrudging friend,  Jimbe, because he has connections, Crocodile, because this brats a bastard, and Rayleigh, among others.

Annoys them to make him his friend, continues annoying them afterwards.

 He just thinks they’re neat.

Luffy leaves two months after Ace, his brother under Dadan’s, the local gang leaders, roof, leaves because Ace can’t tell him to stay behind anymore

but the govt got word now he’s on the run – Coby helps him escape

As such, Luffy grows up with a very very skewed moral compass as in canon but a bit more, and now literally is almost ten times more feral as he should be.

  His goal is now to do whatever he wants, without people telling him what to do or that he can’t do that – He’s going to be free, damnit.

Franky understands and learns over time to adjust his Parenting Skills accordingly

Zoro – 16 and illegally owning a motorcycle because he thought the best way to improve his skill was to go out and hunt down people to fight, and of course he needs a motorcycle to do that, doesn’t he?

 He was pulled over for speeding then taken in for being underage

 He is also caught up in some bad stuff (fight circles, bounty’s, etc. this kids 16 and breaking grown men’s spines.)

Then comes Luffy who was also arrested for dine and dashing and is in the back seat.

 Luffy, who after the police car pulls over, punches out the police officer, unlocks Zoros cuffs and tells him “Drive”

 So they drive

“Hey, hey Zoro. Join my crew. It’ll be fun.”

 “Anything you say captain”

 knows Luffy for three seconds and is immediately down to murder with him

 Its great

He wants to become the greatest sword fighter still, which is still a thing in my fantasy modern world, so anyway, picture this 16 year old going up to you and tell you to fight but he has a sword in his mouth and in both hands and the most dangerous look in his eye.

 He and Luffy immediately rob a sword shop to find him new swords after they meet, it becomes a thing later on where they will steal (horribly, they literally crash in through the window every time because they have no subtly) something small from each city they visit. 

Nami - 15 year old pick pocket in the city where luffy and zoro stop, just trying to scrap up some money to pay off her family’s debt.

 Bellmere’s still alive damnit.

Nami thought Zoro and Luffy were police originally (because they are driving around in stolen police car) and tried to pull the ‘oh officer help me’ card when the people she stole from chased after her

 To her surprise, it was two kids her age in the front seat.

Luffy: “get in”

 she gets in

they dont talk about it

The people who were chasing her was Buggy’s gang who Luffy waves at as he goes by

 Buggy sends a message to Shanks which is essentially “hey that brat u liked is still alive”

And Shanks is like “oh thank god” not knowing the terror he has unleashed upon the world

A month later Arlong has mysteriously disappeared and the Bell-mere farm is flourishing while the second daughter becomes a world class criminal.

 Bell’meres never been prouder and it gives Nojiko a great conversation starter.

Usopp’s 14 and lives in a trailer park called syrup alone

Has a business where he sells odd herbs and such, passing them off as anything that will get him some money – think of it as Toad Oil from Wano but with some popgreens and such mixed in.

His goal is get enough money to stand on his own and leave the park but its slow going. And then…

 Luffy punches the heck outta the creep that was creeping on the owner of the park, kaya, and think’s Usopp’s stories are super cool.

Usopp wants to go with them, to explore the world With Luffy.

At this point, the Straw Hats have realized that driving a stolen police car around is a bad idea

so they take the huge van - a gift from Kaya named The Going Merry, and set off, using Nami’s stolen funds to get them by.

Sanji - 16 year old who longs to be a chef with the best food and just wants to feed people who need it

He hates government cause they don’t feed people and has a lot of petty grudges and helps Zeff run a lot of kitchens to help people.

 He’s still the Sous chef of the Baratie and still has a penchant for kicking unruly customers around. Baratie has a less then stellar reputation for service but the food? The best in the land.

 He feeds Luffy the food.

  Luffy likes the food.

Luffy kidnaps Sanji

Zeff worries about it but he can’t do jack since he actually is not Sanjis legal guardian (he kidnapped the kid first on accident after they both were stranded. He still tries to call anyway, and is proud of the change his son is making in the world. He’s currently working to get suspicious government people off his back about his missing Sous chef with the unique curly eyebrow…

Anyway, Sanji becomes the cook for the strawhats and is really happy because everyone likes his food and he can help anyone along the way and send business to the baratie

Its a good deal for him, and with all the places he visits his skill grows as a chef.

Chopper - 12 year old prodigy who really wants to be a doctor but both his legal guardians are out of the way

Hiruluks dead and Kureha, against her will because she’s still beautiful at 100 dammnit, is in a nursing home trying to break out

 Chopper has nowhere to go but still tries to pursue his medical career, and this fucking twelve year old does so by patching up people from bar and gang fights.

The Straw Hats pick him up and Usopp hacks into a govt control thing to sign him up for online medical course

Kureha’s proud and gives him a book of pressed cherry blossoms that was Hiruluk’s

  He cries

Chopper gets lots of practice for medical stuff with Luffy and Zoro who like to fight in fighting rings just for the heck of it, and for the money that Nami wants.

Robin – 25 year old depressed archeologist (and assassin) they found in a mafia in the next country over (Vivi’s)

Crocodile’s running it, aka Luffy’s criminal uncle number 500

 Luffy’s pissed about it and smacks him into the dust because it’s his friends country, and then drags Robin along because she needs to have some adventure, and hey, they are checking out the ruin’s next, wont that be cool?

 So robin comes along as the ‘adult super vision’, at least in Nami and Usopp and Chopper’s mind.

She learns that these kids have some how been able to dodge school, and starts teaching them the basics of what they would need to know, and then any thing else they want to know. (Zoro, she finds, is extremely good at math while Sanji enjoys chemistry. Nami and Usopp catch on quick, while Chopper has his own studies already but enjoys talking to her. Luffy dislikes learning, but if the promise of pirates or foods or letters that wont spin in his head is involved, he’ll gladly sit down for a bit. He especially loves the stories however.)

Robin finds herself inching dangerously into mom territory, and accepts it whole heartedly after meeting Franky, who she finds handsomely hilarious.

She has a shady past but is slowly opening up about it, and knows she will watch the world burn for this crew.

Y’all know about Franky already so im gonna move on.

Brook – super fucking Old musician they found on the street looking for his dog Laboon

 He used to be a star but lost his fame but doesn’t care – he  only wants to make people happy with his music.

Luffy just straight up just drags him into the sunny, its becoming a habit of him kidnapping people, that’s not how you make friends Luffy (or at least it shouldn’t be – he always seems to make it work.)

 Everyone just goes with it at this point while Franky sighs and triie sto figure out how to make a giant RV even bigger

The Crew find out his dog is living in luffy’s home town and used to play with Luffy when his friends weren’t around. They vow to go back once everything dies down, but in the mean time Dadan gets a new guard dog in her house hold

Usopp posts one (1) video of Brook (on Halloween in skeleton make up) and he instantly becomes a revived star, thriving on the mytery of the Skeleton Soul King.

He now posts videos from around the world of him singing but its impossible to predict where he will be next, and he’s invisible with out his make up to the internet, so its good for the whole criminal thing.

Jimbe

(best) Criminal uncle 501

 No one knows exactly how he knows luffy beyond luffy himself but they are 90% sure its something to do with the underground warlord system that Luffy has connections too

 He gives the best hugs, Uncle Iroh but without the well-meaning manipulation.

 He’s tired of responsibility that he has in his underground position and kinda wants to fuck off to the Caribbean but then he meets luffy again and is like this is better

He Leaves the fishman gang behind with subordinate in charge and joins strawhats

He becomes stressed - “Why did you choose an archeologist and a man who wears speedos for adult supervision, how are you alive, do you need a hug, do you know basic math, have you even gone to school, oh thank god Robin is here - ”

Two minutes later

“Do you have code names, can I have one,”

 He’s a big faker the dummy everyone can see right through you, you’re aren’t on this crew if you have common sense

Between dad moments, essentially its just the Straw hats breaking in and causing havoc where ever they go, building their bounties and being a found family.

That’s it for now, but please ask questions! Sorry this was so long lmao, ill also add something for Vivi later!

[streetsofsecretswegone]

@pcplarstreet​   said   :   Benny & Cass

Under the cut because long.

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Cassandra's frustration with Benny can be activated at the drop of a HAT. And not only is she raising her voice, she is gesturing with her hands in fury.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Benny does and Cass is like, "do you think you’re IRREPLACEABLE?” 

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Benny will go ghost for awhile. Buuut, early in their relationship - Cass isn't afraid to leave either.

Who trashes the house? Cassandra doesn't trash houses, her mother raised her properly. The most she'll do is slam a door, slam a cabinet if she's cooking while simultaneously fussing and that's it. Benny is a gentleman and goes to the junkyard to relieve his frustration.

Do either of them get physical? When they were teens, Cassandra use to smack his cheeks, squeeze his cheeks or smack him upside the head. It was always after he did something corny or dumb.

How often do they argue/disagree? Not regularly, but it's not uncommon. It just varies on topic just as it can vary in severity.

Who is the first to apologize? Benny, with grand gestures to boot! Cassandra lowkey adores getting gifts from him, they go on her station at work.

Sex:

Who is on top? It varies.

Who is on the bottom? I said it varies, damn. Though, if Cassandra could have Benny bottom like....60% of the time, it would be great.

Who has the strangest desires? Define your definition of strange. But Cassandra is more kinky than Benny, while Benny is down for trying anything.

Any kinks? Edging. Pegging. A mommy kink exists. Choking. Cassandra also likes having her toes sucked.😔

Who’s dominant in bed? Let Cass have a little power and she goes nuts with it.

Is head ever in the equation? Yes.

If so, who is better at performing it? Cassandra.

Ever had sex in public? Yes.

Who moans the most? Cassandra.

Who leaves the most marks? I want to say technically Cassandra because it’s not just her taking a little bite of Benny. It’s her leaving scratch mark on his back with her nails. 

Who screams the loudest? Cassandra, on a good night.

Who is the more experienced of the two? They're both very experienced!

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Both.

Rough or soft? Depends on the mood. Depends on if they had a bad argument, too. Make-up sex is a thing with them.

How long do they usually last? This is highly dependent on whether Cassandra allows him to have an orgasm.

Is protection used? Typically.

Does it ever get boring? Honestly, I think it’s Cassandra who keeps it from being boring. Like she will have vanilla sex with her partner for so long until she’s like, “hey, can we try _?” 

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? At a Christmas Party taking place at her mother’s building. 😰 The sexual tension lingering between them was real. And it was pretty quick 15 minutes.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Cassandra has been fine with the idea of having three to four kids. She already had little Mario when she and Benny began dating, and she and Benny’s first kid together is an accident. But after that, Cass wouldn’t mind a few more. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Cass thinks she could have about four, personally. But right now they just have Mario - who is more like Benny's step son. Who is the favorite parent? Benny! Who is the authoritative parent? Cass. Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Benny, because Cassandra wouldn’t stand for it!  Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Benny, because again Cassandra doesn’t want Mario bouncing off the walls, no.

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Cassandra - but to be honest the whole Scozzari family does.

Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Both, Cassandra feels like it provides a good image of how they are as a family unit. Her parents both showed up to parent teacher interviews, and granted her dad was ‘ghetto’ about the whole thing, but. She trusts Benny to be better than her dad.

Who changes the diapers? Cassandra.

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Cassandra - but she will make Benny do it sometimes if she really does not want to leave the bed.

Who spends the most time with the children? I feel like they invest an almost equal amount of time, but Cassandra is there just a bit more due to the differences of she and Benny’s occupation. Who packs their lunch boxes? Cassandra, she’s very prompt about it. Usually shopping for something that Mario can eat by the time she’s on break at work. Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Cassandra does not trust Benny to do it. She’s worried about him using weird phrases, then Mario repeats it on the playground and...no, Cass ain’t having it. Who cleans up after the kids? Cassandra. Who worries the most? Cassandra worries visibly and considerably more than Benny, who is more quiet about his concerns yet takes it in stride. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Cassandra. Whether it be from her uttering, fuck in annoyance after getting off the phone, accidentally cutting herself in the kitchen, or losing her other sock/shoe. 

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? If Benny’s audio dialogue is anything to go by...I’mma say him.

Who is the little spoon? “Hold me would ya? You wore me out.” - Benny Gecko, moments before death.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? They are both to blame here.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Both. 

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? About twenty minutes for Cassandra. That, and she knows there’s shit to do in some form or fashion.

Who gives the most kisses? Cassandra because she believes that they can be a good way to distract Benny.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity? Benny likes to cook for Cass on date nights! And Cassandra likes to see entertainment at The Tops with him.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle? Cassandra prefers the couch.

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Cass has an addiction to playfully groping/slapping Benny’s ass when the kids cannot be seen.

How often do they get time to themselves? It's when Cassandra has a set babysitter for Mario, or if Mario's with her parents. Otherwise that little boy just LOVES to be in the presence of both of them.

Sleeping:

Who snores? Benny.

If both do, who snores the loudest? Benny.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Share a bed.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? It varies. Cass doesn't mind being held by Benny in her sleep, but if she gets overheated she needs her space. This is why she can’t cuddle for hours upon hours. Who talks in their sleep? Sometimes its Cass. Sometimes if you wake her up while she’s sleeping she’ll say nonsensical things for a few minutes.

What do they wear to bed? Their nightwear. Duh. 🙄🙄🙄 Are either of your muses insomniacs? No.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? I would say that’s a maybe for Benny. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Both, it’s time dependent. Cassandra's leg may cross over Benny's. Who wakes up with bed hair? Benny, Cassandra has her hair in a protective state. Who wakes up first? Benny, usually. Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? ...yeah, no. It has to be Benny's birthday or something. What is their favorite sleeping position? Benny likes to be the little spoon. Fallout New Vegas said so. I’m just saying the truth, don’t shoot the messenger. And Cassandra really does like wrapping her arms around things while in bed, but usually it’s her pillow she is cuddling with. Human skin gets too hot. Who hogs the sheets? Cassandra will sometimes remove sheets. Do they set an alarm each night? Yes. Can a television be found in their bedroom? No. Who has nightmares? Cassandra is prone to some vivid nightmares. Who has ridiculous dreams? Benny. Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Mario if he's crawled into the bed! Which is not uncommon for the kid to do, at all. Who makes the bed? Cassandra. What time is bed time? Not too early, but not too late either.  Any routines/rituals before bed? Shower, brush their teeth, Cassandra tends to her hair before bed, washes off her make up...makes sure Mario is also brushing his teeth and is tucked into bed comfortably. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Cass.

Work:

Who is the busiest? Benny on default, though weekends can be hell for Cass with the amount of clients she has coming into the beauty shop. Who rakes in the highest income? Benny. Are any of your muses unemployed? Nope. Who takes the most sick days? Benny can afford to do so, while if Cassandra does that she is missing out on money. That and Cassandra hates being off of work sick, she has nothing to do! Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Bennnnnnnny? But he's so important it doesn’t even matter like that, or have real consequences. Who sucks up to their boss? Benny's his own boss and Cassandra tries to be cordial with hers which doesn’t always work because the guy is kind of a shithead. What are their jobs? Benny is a casino owner and Cassandra is a hair stylist. Who stresses the most? In regards to work - neither. Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? They enjoy them. Are your muses financially stable? Very.

Home:

Who does the washing? Cassandra, she doesn’t trust Benny to know what he’s doing like that.

Who takes out the trash? Benny or Mario.

Who does the ironing? Cassandra.

Who does the cooking? It switches between Cassandra and Benny doing that for one another.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Neither! They know what they’re doing.

Who is messier? They’re both clean people.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? I feel like Benny has done that in a moment of carelessness. 

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Cassandra will cuss his ass out for that glmbgfvbg so really it’s Mario who does it because he’s still a lil baby.

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Mario.

Who is the prankster around the house? Mario and Benny collaborate on pranks sometimes.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Cassandra has overlooked her car keys on multiple occasions.

Who mows the lawn? Benny, or - Benny pays someone to do that shit. Really, I just can’t imagine him mowing the lawn.

Who answers the telephone? Either.

Who does the vacuuming? Cassandra.

Who does the groceries? Cassandra, just because she’s prone to making quick grocery runs in-between clients if there’s enough of a spacious gap between them.

Who takes the longest to shower? Both if they’re fucking in there.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Cassandra hands down. 

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Benny is a gangster, Cassandra can really make bank in a week from doing hair. Together? Money is never a problem.

How many cars do they own? I’m sure Benny has more than one car, but Cassandra has two cars of her own before she was even dating Benny. One was a fucking truck while the other is a more smaller, more decent car.

Do they own their home or do they rent? Own.

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Now personally, I imagine that they live in the city considering Benny's occupation and Cass is very accustomed to that life as well. However, she would not object to them getting a vacation home in the countryside.

Do they live in the city or in the country? ^^

Do they enjoy their surroundings? Of course!

What’s their song? In Benny's perspective it's Poison by Bell Biv DeVoe and in Cassandra's perspective it's A Dozen Roses by Monica.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Benny does his...Benny-related things. He works, he works out, he murders couriers. Cassandra does hair, she mothers Mario, she hangs out with her friends.

Where did they first meet? At a Gecko/Scozzari family dinner hosted by Sal’s then-living aunt, the two of them were very young at the time.

How did they first meet? They were all seated at the table, Cassandra was across from Benny. She didn't pay attention to him. Afterwards her dad kept hanging out with Benny and Cass h a t e d seeing his little white ass on her stoop.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Benny because he has to floss and feel good about his life. Cassandra isn't just going to use Benny's cash for her own purposes, she has her own!

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Both. Cassandra learned about the art of flashing from her parents.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Cassandra, depending on the context of the fall.

Any mental issues? No. Who’s terrified of bugs? Baby spiders to medium sized ones? Cassandra can deal with. Large spiders  and centipedes? She hates them. Who kills the spiders around the house? Benny, sometimes Cass. Their favorite place? Countryside! Who pays the bills? Benny handles it! Do they have any fears for their future? Cassandra worries about Benny getting shot, their kids getting kidnapped or killed, or assassination attempts on her life. But, that’s just mob shit, she guesses. They’re constant fears, but they also become numb because this has been her life forever. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Benny! Who uses up all of the hot water? Cassandra, she needs to have relaxing baths sometimes to get her thoughts in order. Who’s the tallest? Benny!! Cassandra is short like her mom, standing at 5'4. Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Cassandra. Who wanders around in their underwear? They have to set an example for Mario! They just can't be roaming around in their underwear! Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Cassandra gets into it, especially if its a song she grew up with. If Benny tries - she tells him to stop because some songs look kind of weird coming from a middle aged white man. What do they tease each other about? Cassandra teases Benny for trying to look like Dean Martin and other classic Italian singers in the present day. Benny teases Cassandra for speaking with her hands and fingers just like how Sal does. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? I think both their fashion senses can be a bit on the strong side. Do they have mutual friends? Cassandra gets along with Swank, knows Tommy on a deep level from when they were kids. Leah has no interest in getting to know Benny. Who crushed first? Benny. Any alcohol or substance related problems? Nope. Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Benny if they had a bad argument. Who swears the most? Cassandra. She's been cursing since she was a year old - it's a hard habit to break.

[the-fiction-witch]

Love Locked Up P1

TV SHOW: ACCUSED COUPLE: JAKE X READER RATING: SWEET AF

Spoiler/notes : this is bases after the events of the show Spoilers if you haven't seen it but also why not because the full epp is available on youtube but in the show, Jake (TBS) does get 12 years it is in another episode that he is set free and told to run before he can enter the prison, But this is bases as if that didn't happen and he did, in fact, go to prison.

I laid on my bunk staring up at the bed above me thinking about everything and nothing. The cluttering noises of people moving about in the other cells, the sound of the birds coming back and forth to care for the baby birds in the nest lodged up in the guttering, The sink tap slightly dripping onto the basin. 

I heard a creak as Mike climbed off his bunk and leaned on the sink running some water going to start to shave 

"You'd 'ave gone mad by the time you get outta 'ere" he laughs

"What?" I asked him as he woke me out if whatever I was thinking

"You sit on your own all bloody day, the only thing anybody Sees you doing is reading your goddamn books, your gonna go nuts" he laughs

"Well… what do you suggest?" I asked him "I've got another ten years in here"

"Get in good with some people… they'll treat you nice when you get out" he smirked 

"No thanks, a gang got me into his mess I'm staying away from all that" I explain

"Ain't you got any visitors to look forward to?' he asks 

"No, my mum and gran are the only family I've got and they went in for there sentence a couple of months ago" I explain

"Why don't you do an education program your what nineteen? Get a fucking law degree or something you've got ten years to do it" he explained 

"I've asked them to put me on the waiting list for the programs but… I don't think I'll see any of it" I sighed 

"Why don't you join the writing program?" He suggested

"The what?"

"The writing program, get got lists and lists of people Willing to chat they write you some letters write some back it's something to do Murray, better than sitting here thinking for the next ten years" he explained "who knows maybe you'll meet someone nice" he explained 

"Like who?" I asked 

"Well it's how I met monica" he says grabbing something from the wall where his mattress was handing it to me it was a photo of a fairly nice looking girl in a little pink dress 

"She seems nice" I shrug giving it back to him 

"Met her though the program, she sends me letters, photos, hell she comes to visit me sometimes"

"She does?" 

"Not always sometimes she's busy, she even visits for special ones if you know what I mean" he winked 

"Oohh.. that's nice" I laughed 

"What you got to loose" he laughs

"I guess" I shrug.

I sat at the table while everyone was having leisure time a few guys fighting about something, I was almost sure some odd things going down but I didn't much care I just focused on my book till I spotted a guard coming around out the corner of my eye with a handful of letters, I made a mental note of it and carried on reading as he read out names giving people letters 

"Murray Jake, ohh popular this week" he says dropping two letters in front of me I was a little confused but nodded to him and took them shutting my book one was from my mum and gran telling me how things where for them so I did a quick one back explaining how things were for me too. As soon as I was done I grabbed the other one it looked strange a handwriting I didn't recognize but it had my name, my inmate number even the prison address in perfect blue letters so I opened it 

"Dear Jake Murray, I hope this letter finds you well. I don't know why I wrote it that way I guess it just sounded epic and cool way to start I suppose I mean your not allowed to leave and I'll just throw this in the post box down my road I mean neither of us have any control over weather or not this letter with arrive to you let alone the state it will be in. That'll be up to royal mail I guess.

Ohh I'm sorry I'm bad at introductions." 

It made me laugh for the first time in a good while 

"Anyway, my name's y/n and I live not far from the prison, in fact just the next town over and I'll admit I'm not the best socially Incase you couldn't already tell. I've struggled making friends my whole life and now I'm out of education and working I find it harder and harder, people don't like to talk with me they always tend to run away from me. But I thought maybe there's someone in there as lonely as me so I wrote in asking to be part of the program and they sent me you, please don't feel you have to respond if you don't want to. I was just curious, but still I hope to perhaps hear from you soon."

Then her name and address,

I rather liked her letter. I don't know why but I felt like she was sweet and kind, like I could tell her anything. 

"Dear Y/n, it's alright I rather liked the epic introduction it was sweet I know how you feel it's not exactly easy with the people in here either but I did sign up to the program for the off chance if just honestly getting to talk with someone else, and I'd love getting to talk with you that is if you wanted to talk with me, I'd like to hear from you again soon" 

I sat on my bed trying to read my book when I saw one of the guards come around with some letters "hey Murray you got another one" he says handing me a letter through the bars 

"Ohh thanks" I smiled happily taking it sitting on my bed and opening the letter it was from y/n we had been sending letters back and forth every week for about six months now and I adored every moment of it 

"Dear Jake, I hope your doing okay in there I get worried about you sometimes, I don't know why just sometimes when I'm alone or at work I think about you in there and I worry a little bit about you, works been alright the comic book store hasn't been busy very much lately, how are things for you? Ohh I sent you a present it should be in the envelope"

 I looked in the envelope and saw a little square of clear resin with a rose inside 

"It sounds stupid I know but I made it for you, it reminded me of you in some ways something so beautiful trapped but still able to he admired"

"Awww y/n" I smiled 

"I also included another little present for you I know you said in your last letter you were curious what I looked like so I sent you a picture, I hope you write back soon Jake X"

I got the little polaroid out the envelope. She was sitting on a wall by a river in a beautiful blue sundress, she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

I instantly grabbed some paper and instantly started writing back. 

"Dear Y/n, your presents are beautiful there, amazing. I can't believe the flower. I can't believe you made that for me it's so sweet of you. I worry about you in that little comic shop all the time I sometimes get worried about you all alone as well. Im always overjoyed to get your letters they're the sweet rainbow in the stormy rain of life in here, your photo is amazing, your even more beautiful then I imagined you to be you look so beautiful and amazing, y/n I know we haven't been talking to long but I was wondering if maybe one of these days you could come up for visiting, I'd really like to meet you in person if you wanted to of course, I hope you respond soon"

I sat on my bed while everyone had already headed off to the showers and such as it was visiting today but I didn't have anyone coming so I didn't bother I just stayed in my cell reading my books until I heard a guard coming around 

"Oi, murray what are you still doing here?" He asked 

"It's visiting, figured I'd stay here" I shrug 

"Why? Figured you'd be washing like a madman getting ready" he laughs leaning on the cell 

"Why?" I asked 

"You have a visitor, she's down in the waiting room with the rest of them" he laughs

"A visitor?" I asked a little confused it couldn't be my mum or my gran then it hit me and I grabbed the poleriod y/n sent me in her last letter that I had since blue tacked to the wall next to my bed "does she look like this?" I asked handing him it he looked at the picture before handing it to me 

"Yeah looks like her" he says I instantly put my picture back grabbed my stuff and ran off to the showers excitedly, I can't believe I'm going to meet her, and that she didn't tell me first, maybe she did and the letter just hasn't got here yet. I scrubbed more then I think I had ever scrubbed in my life getting dressed into the best clothes I had even if they weren't that great. Heading down with the other guys 

"What are you down here for? Thought you weren't getting visitors anymore" Mike says as he fixed his shirt 

"Yeah uhh y/n is here to see me" I blushed 

"Who's y/n?" He asks 

"The girl I've been writing? Who I have been talking to for like six months? And sends me letter's atleast once a week? And that I haven't stopped talking about?"

"Oohh… got yourself a little girlfriend Murray?" He laughs

"What no!" I argued even if I blushed "she's my friend"

"Yeah, your friend who's picture you lay next to" he smirked 

"Shut up" I sighed as I didn't have an excuse they let us in and sat each of us at a numbered little table, I saw sat by the barred window looking out across the yard, suddenly I felt a werid rumble in my stomach, my head didn't feel right 

"You alright?" Mike asks as he was in the table to the side of me across the walkway 

"Yeah just uhhh I suddenly don't feel too well" I admit moving my hands off the table noticing how much I had sweat as there where not handprints in the table which I quickly used my sleave to clean and he laughs at me 

"It's called butterflies murray just relax" he laughs as I saw the doors open, I kept my head down not wanting to look to… overexcited I guess. As people filed in sitting at the numbered tables they had been given often greeting them with hugs and kisses, I fiddled with my fingers on my lap looking out the window as I heard little steps.

"Jake?" A voice asked I looked and it was y/n but she was even more beautiful then her photo, in little blue heels and black tights a blue and white spotted dress and a white cardigan over her shoulders, her hair in loose curls that made her look so sweet she had a rather large black bag and red lipstick she looked...like an angel, the most beautiful girl I'd seen in my life 

"Y/n" I smiled but as I did my voice cracked making me put my hand over my mouth in shock what the hell! My voice hasn't cracked since I was fifteen it made her giggle I got up a little nevously and she smiled up at me as I was a little taller the her "uuuuhh hi" I smiled 

"Hi" she replied

[meganshinsou-tm]

Zoo Day. (f)

☙ pairing: shouto x reiji*, dabi x reiji*

☙ theme: shared walls universe

☙  cw/tw: profanity, fluff, reiji todoroki*, dabi kidnapping his little buddy, domestic shouto, shouto and dabi bonding

☙  a/n-request:  one of the ideas i received last night when i asked for some fluffy shouto and reiji prompts to write! 

Shouto ran from room to room, gathering items like a squirrel gathering nuts. He was all over the place, a bag on each arm, one even around his neck. Things could be heard being shuffled around, frustrated grunts and quiet cheers of success.

“Snacks, wipes, pull-ups, extra set of clothes - hmmm. Where is that Gang Orca?”

Wandering around Reiji’s room, Shouto sought out the small plush toy his son couldn’t go anywhere without. When he finally found it he checked all the bags he had over again, Gang Orca’s fin hanging between his teeth. Each bag had what it needed - all three of them. 

Today was the hero’s day to keep Reiji on his own. He was off of work and Fuyumi dragged you off to go have a girls day together. At first you felt bad about leaving Shouto with Reiji on his own. Shouto was a great father of course, he was amazing! He … was just clueless sometimes. Maybe a little overprepared and anal here and there. But nonetheless those quirky little things made Shouto an absolutely perfect father! 

Reiji was loved so much by his father and that was all that mattered. 

After Shouto was satisfied with the bags he packed, he stood in the hallway thinking to himself. It felt like he was missing something - something important.

“Oh yeah - the kid!”

Shouto walked about your shared home looking around for that little mop of red hair. When he heard a familiar giggle and squeal, Shouto smiled and made his way to the playroom. With Gang Orca in hand, the hero poked his head into the room.

“Time to go to the dent - what the hell!”

Another giggle sounded off, along with a familiar chuckle and before Shouto knew it, his son was waving him goodbye while being bounced in heavily burned arms - right out the fucking window! 

“Bye-bye daddy!” Reiji smiled.

Shouto narrowed his eyes and quickly ran to the window seal, ice shooting from his palm and out to encase the kidnappers feet.

“Dabi what the fu - fudge do you think you’re doing with my kid?”

The villain turned what he could of his body around to face Shouto and shrugged.

“What kid?”

Reiji, now happily sitting on Dabi’s shoulders, continued to giggle just before sneezing into the mans black hair. Dabi cringed and gently pinched a chubby leg.

“Oh this kid - uh, I was bored and decided to take him to the zoo.”

Shouto barked out a sarcastic laugh.

“We’ve already discussed this, you can’t just take my kid whenever you’re bored! And stop breaking in, just knock on the front door like a regular person please?”

Dabi grinned and waited for Shouto to shuck off the bags from his body and to jump out of the window to go over and unfreeze him. 

“I gotta keep up my reputation somehow Shouto, I’m still a criminal,” he replied while removing Reiji from his shoulders and holding him in the air to airplane him around the area where they stood, “Even if I do play Mrs.Doubtfire for your ass here and there.”

Shouto shook his head, casually playing along with the two and tickling his son when Dabi would playfully lunge Reiji in his direction.

“Okay - so let me ask you this then. How exactly did you expect to successfully take my son to the zoo - Mr. Criminal who is very recognizable?”

At this Dabi stopped, Reiji being held upside down by his little ankles and giggling.

“So I didn’t think that far - thinking isn’t usually my part of the job. Now let me ask you a question. Why the fuck do you need three bags - you’re going to the dentist, not on vacation!”

Shouto shrugged now, holding Reiji by his arms, the two men now swinging him in between them. 

“I just wanted to be prepared, you never - how do you know we’re going to the dentist?”

“It’s my job to know these things. “

Rolling his eyes, Shouto finally took Reiji from Dabi and held him on his hip.

The toddler poked at his cheek, blowing raspberries and babbling his baby nonsense. Shouto looked at his son with a soft smile, nodding and humming at him in response. Reiji was only three going on four, so he didn’t know too much speech, not enough to really form sentences. 

“Daddy, go to zoo too?”

“No - daddy and Reiji go to dentist.”

Now Reiji was nearly squirming out of Shouto’s hold, whining to go back to ‘Dab-Dab’.

“I know buddy, your father here is the real criminal huh - we just wanted to go see the lions!”

Shouto sighed and begrudgingly handed the toddler over to the other man. Tired of being outside, he finally invited Dabi back into the house - using the back door instead of the window. Once inside, the men went to the kitchen. Both of them grabbed a drink, Shouto grabbing a carton of banana milk for Reiji and tossing it to Dabi as he sat down at the counter with the happy kid.

“Well, even if I left right now, we would be late for his appointment and they would make us reschedule. So if I were you I’d bring food next time you decide to come over if you wanna get back on her good side because I’m totally throwing you under the bus for this.”

Dabi chuckled and sat back in his seat, bouncing Reiji on his knee while he drank his milk.

“Yeah yeah, so does that mean I can take him to the zoo?”

“Zoo! Zoo! I see wions daddy - rawr!” Reiji shouted with excitement, holding up his little hands to make paws.

Shouto quirked a brow, leaning back against the counter and crossed his arms.

“Look - I don’t know Dabi. Not everyone is aware of your double life here.”

Dabi hung his head back with a groan. He sighed after and looked at Reiji, lowering his face to the toddlers and cupping a hand around his ear. Shouto watched - knowing that whatever the patchwork man was telling his son, most definitely wasn’t good. Soon enough, turquoise and mismatched eyes were looking at him, two sets of lips jutted in pathetic pouts and they both put their hands together.

“Please daddy, I wanna see the wions!” 

Next was Dabi’s turn.

“I just wanna take my little dude to see the wions!”

Shouto sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose. Dabi looked like a total fucking idiot but … he couldn’t deny his own kid. Reiji was a pro at the puppy dog eyes and getting his way. The kid knew he had Shouto wrapped around his tiny finger, and maybe that was mostly thanks to fucking Dabi always using his own son agaisnt him. So finally after trying to bluff, Shouto groaned and shook his head.

“Fine - fine! But we have to do something about your appearance Dabi, people know who you are.”

“Okay then, what do you suggest?”

Shouto took a moment to think, crossing his arms again and rubbing his left temple with his fingertip. There had to be someway to allow Dabi to go out in public. A surgical mask wouldn’t hide all of his burns and wrapping him up like a mummy would be just weird. When Shouto scratched at his own burn, an idea suddenly popped into his head. Mulling it over, he then smiled at Dabi.

“I think I know what we can do. But - you’ll truly have to pull a Mrs.Doubtfire.”

Reiji was occupied with squashing his milk carton with his Ground Zero action figure, small shouts of ‘die, die’ here and there. Dabi looked at Shouto and scratched the back of his neck.

“Whatever it is - I’m not wearing fake tits!”

“Alright - I’m done. It only took us an hour but, I think this will work.”

Dabi sighed, leaning his head side to side to crack the tired bones in his neck after sitting on a stool for so long and not being able to move. Once Shouto stepped away from him and told him to check out his handiwork, Dabi rolled his eyes but did as told. When he did and looked into the mirror, there was no stopping the widening of his eyes and the small jump he might of done.

“Holy shit!”

There were no more burns, no more patchwork patterns on his face or ears. Now his skin was an all over even shade. Even his staples were expertly hidden under the makeup. And instead of wearing his usual low-cut white shirt, Dabi wore one of Shouto’s sweaters, hiding the burns that covered his chest and arms. Make-up also covered Dabi’s hands, up to his wrists. There was no way anyone in public would recognize him now, hell he couldn’t even recognize himself!

“Where the hell did you learn to do this?”

Shouto hummed while he cleaned up the bathroom counter. 

“Fuyumi,” he started while wetting a rag so he could wipe the lipstick spiraling all over Reiji’s face. “Way back when I hated my scar, she taught me how to make it go away. Yours aren’t much different from mine, just more severe so it only took more makeup. Which by the way, you owe my wife - you owe her a new tube of this lipstick too.”

Dabi chuckled and took the tube from Shouto that was taken away from Reiji. He decided to help out with the clean-up and finished wiping Reiji’s cheeks and his hands.

“Hate to break it to ya kid but I don’t think this is your color.”

Reiji giggled and threw his little arms around Dabi’s neck, hugging him close when Dabi lifted him off the counter and the group made their way out of the bathroom. 

“Go to zoo now?” The toddler asked, rubbing his eye with a small hand and yawning.

Shouto chuckled and went to grab his son. He held him close, letting Reiji curl into and cuddle him, resting a pink chubby cheek to his chest and holding his Gang Orca close. Shouto placed a kiss to his head and combed fingers through his red hair.

“Mhm. You’re gonna get a nice nap on the way there and when you wake up - we’ll see the lions!”

Reiji let out a quiet ‘wions’ and both the older men smiled. Shouto gently rubbed his sons back as he slowly started to fall asleep. 

“Hey Dabi, do you mind getting his bags and I’ll meet you outside so I can put him in his car-seat?”

Dabi nodded and Shouto quietly thanked him before turning away and going to walk out the door. He was stopped though when Dabi called out to him. Stopping in his tracks, Shouto turned to see what the other man needed. Standing there, Dabi looked at the ground, one hand in his pocket and the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Uh - thanks. You know … for …”

Shouto smirked and shrugged.

“It’s no problem, it's the least I can do - I owe a lot to you. Just next time you have a wild hair up your ass and decide to jump out the window with my kid … don’t? Like I said knock on the door, or fuck, knock on the window, I’ll open it for you!”

A genuine laugh left Dabi’s lips, “I’ll try.”

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A Toast to Whiskey: Chapter 1 / 2

Summary: You work in an old bar hidden away from the modern world. It's almost charming, but not quite. That's probably why Bucky likes it.

Words: 2,325 Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader Characters: Bucky Barnes Additional tags: Bucky needs a hug, recovering Bucky, mostly canon compliant (Infinity War and Endgame didn’t happen, Stark Tower still exists), angst, she/her pronouns, more tags/characters to be added with part 2, brief mention of Nazis, mental health will be prominent part of part 2

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A Toast to Whiskey Chapter 1 / 2

There were a lot of things in the dusty, old bar that made the man's jaw clench in annoyance, distaste, or anger. You were compiling a list of these things, doing your best to minimise their occurrences. There was one you couldn't avoid though, and it was almost amusing that it bothered him at all. Each time someone ordered a drink - beer, cocktail, shot, whatever - a clean glass was given. The man didn't like it. Was it not like that in his time?

If James Buchanan Barnes thought he'd gone unnoticed in the hole-in-the-wall bar you worked at, he was mistaken. Not entirely, to be fair; the baseball cap and quiet stopped the other patrons from even giving him a second glance. 'Patrons' might have been too civilised of a word to call them. They were old, sickly, local men that had been drinking the same beer from those same taps forever. Harmless, mostly. Unobservant, entirely. Not you though. The first day Bucky walked in and taken a barstool on the very corner, closest to the door, you knew exactly who he was.

Like a lot of people that came and went from the establishment, Bucky's seeking of anonymity was granted. You pretended to not recognise him. You were kind to him, a little more gentle than you were to others, but mostly just a good bartender. And in time, you grew accustomed to the charade. He came in a couple of afternoons a week, but never during the nights when it would be busy. Eventually, he even started to speak more than a couple words to you.

"New cap?" you greeted Bucky with a grin, putting the only drink he ever ordered down in front of him.

Bucky wrapped his right hand around the glass of whiskey. He glanced at you, smiled and shrugged.

"Speaking of new, can I ask you something?" you asked.

The expression on Bucky's face was guarded, but definitely one of concern. You realised you should have just asked, rather than let his mind spiral.

"What’s your problem with clean glasses?"

He looked surprised. Surprised was an experience Bucky wasn't particularly used to or fond of. He wouldn't hold it against you though.

"How do ya know I got a problem?" he asked back, genuinely curious.

Shrugging, you looked around casually. "Guess I notice a lot of things about people,"

"Right," he said slowly, knowingly. "I don't know… Just seems wasteful… Is it the law?"

"That we have to use clean glasses?" you asked with a laugh. "I don't know… probably not. I mean, it's more hygienic. Probably makes the drink taste cleaner or whatever. Board of Health might have a problem with us if we didn't… Not that I've seen one of them in here in years."

Bucky picked up his glass and finished the whiskey. "Fill her up," he quipped. He'd made a half-joke, and you appreciated the effort.

"Yes, sir. Lemme know if you, you know, what anything else," you told him, topping him up, knocking your knuckles on the bar top, and walking away.

…

Bucky Barnes certainly wasn't the most chatty person you'd met. It was better to ask questions if you wanted to pass time with conversations. Easy conversation was one of your special skills, being a bartender and all. However, it was incredibly difficult to do this when you were purposefully avoiding topics that would put Bucky in a position to have to, you know, admit his identity and all that. So, things stayed superficial.

No, Bucky didn't watch the game.

Yes, the weather's been insane.

No, he doesn't want any nut mix.

Okay, maybe yes to pretzels.

Yes, he can see your hair has changed colour.

Yes, he likes it.

For as long as it had taken to get to the point of superficial conversation, it didn't take any time at all to run out of things to say. As it turned out, neither you nor Bucky had lived, or were living, shallow enough lives to sustain it. There were questions you were begging to ask, and if he was honest with himself, Bucky was kinda just counting down until you finally spoke up.

…

"So, I got a question,"

"Mmm. You have a lot of questions," Bucky said, smirking then taking another sip of his whisky.

"You could ask me somethin' if you want a change of pace, pal."

It was a joke. Just banter. But a dark expression flashes across Bucky's face for only a split second. You didn't catch it.

"What's your question, Y/N?"

He knew your name?

Of course he knew your name. He was The Winter fucking Soldier. He probably knew everything about everyone that worked and frequented the bar. How had you not thought of that before? Suddenly, it seemed risky to ask what you had planned to.

Bucky watched you hesitate. He sighed and looked around at the empty room. It was a Monday afternoon and it was just before the regulars showed up to knock beer bottles together and catcall you across the bar. It was just you and him.

"Ask," he said softly, taking his cap off and setting it down on the barstool next to him. You watched Bucky run his hands through his hair, tucking some of it behind his ear.

"Why do you drink whiskey?"

Bucky laughed. Like, a proper heartfelt laugh. "What?" he said, nose still scrunched up in amusement.

"What?"

"Why do I drink whiskey?" he repeated.

"Yeah… I mean… It's disgusting… and, like, you… can't get drunk, right?"

There it was. You did it. Admitted you knew him. Which he figured out. So none of what was happening was really a big deal. But it sure as fuck felt like it.

"Right. I can’t- Well, I can, but it takes a lot,"

"Asgardian mead a lot?"

Bucky grinned and tipped his glass towards you. "How do you know about Asgardian mead?"

You snorted. "Everyone does. Everyone knows everything these days,"

"That's what we want you to think," he said, not skipping a beat.

It made you laugh. It was already better talking to him without false pretences. "So, whisky?"

"Ah… Guess it's that everything's different now… An' that's mostly good. But… You know."

No. No, you didn't know. How could you even begin to understand? "Yeah," you said, your voice far more quiet than you meant it to be.

"Whiskey's still whiskey,"

"It tastes the same?" you asked.

"Almost. Not exactly. Close enough,"

"Makes sense… But why here? S'not like this bar been here since the 40s or anything."

Bucky was visibly trying not to smile. Or make eye contact. "Ah… Not sure how to answer that without… offending ya,"

"Huh? ... Oh, I don't own the joint or anything,"

"You don't?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

"No? You think I did? Why?"

"You're…" but he shrugged, still guarded. "I don't know," he lied. "But, ah, I was just lookin' for somewhere…"

"Pretty much stuck in the 40s or thereabouts?"

He nodded, smiling. "But without the Nazis,"

"Mmm… I mean… Have you watched the news lately?" you very quickly said.

"I try to avoid it," he admitted solemnly.

As people started to wander in, the conversation waned. Bucky watched you serve cold beer and pour bags of crisps into bowls. He listened to the worst songs being picked on the jukebox and he sat truly shocked you weren't even at least the daughter of the owner. Despite what you may have thought, he hadn't bothered to investigate you at all and finding his assumptions to be wrong was unsettling.

See, Bucky was a little bit smitten with you. He thought you were smart and sassy and timelessly beautiful. You were the ultimate perk of randomly picking this as his hideaway from the world. But, he figured you were only here because it was a family business. Why was someone smart, sassy and beautiful working strange hours at a shitty bar?

It was hard to say which of you was more curious about the other.

…

Something about what Bucky said had stuck in your head. Whiskey, his drink of choice, was the closest thing to his own time he could find. You could do better than that though.

About a year into working at the bar, you were finally allowed to venture into the cellar to clean it up. There were boxes of shit from forever ago down there and you just wanted it sorted, gone, and the space put to better use. Most of what lived beneath the floor was trash, but every hour or so you'd find something cool. A few vintage beer signs. Empty bottles of collector edition Coke. That kind of stuff. But, there was one thing you had found that you now wanted to stumble across again.

Nobody could remember where it had got to.

It took two days of searching to find it.

The bottle of whiskey was shoved under a bunch of paperwork in the office's bottom drawer desk. Not exactly where you'd store something worth a lot of money, but hey - the barely-there owners of the bar were eccentric, to put it nicely. You didn't recognise the brewing company on the peeling label, but that wasn't the point. The date on the bottle quite clearly read 1940.

When Bucky took his usual spot that afternoon, you bounced over to him with a grin on your face. He looked up at you, keeping his cap.

"Aren't you gonna ask me why I'm so happy?" you said, elbows on the bar and head in your hands.

Bucky smiled a little. He seemed sad. Sadder than usual. Good timing.

"Why are you so happy?"

"'Cause I found something that's gonna make you real fuckin' happy. Check this out!"

You produced the bottle from where you had it stashed under the bar and handed it to Bucky.

Bucky's lips parted slightly and his eyes went all glossy. He read the label carefully, probably trying to place the brand you couldn't. He handled it so carefully, even more than you in your fear of dropping it.

"This is real," he finally said.

"Yeah. I found it in the basement ages ago and just remembered it. 1940, so I figure it's like, first or second batch after Prohibition, yeah?"

Bucky nods. "I guess…" he replied, smiling, remembering Prohibition. "And before all the distilleries had to stop again,"

"For what?" you asked.

"The war," he said so matter-of-factly that it hurt a little. He looked up then, saw your confusion. "Dunno if it was law or if they just did it, but most places stopped making drinking alcohol and started making stuff to help win the war. And ah, whiskey stopped being made because it took up too much crops. I don't know. Something like that."

Something like that. Like he hadn't lived history.

"I didn’t know that. That's…" Not 'cool.' "That makes sense… Anyway. Open it," you ordered, getting out two clean glasses.

Bucky put the bottle on the bar and looked at you seriously. "Y/N, that's gotta be worth… a lot… Can't open it for no reason,"

"Nobody here cares about it. And besides, it's not really no reason, is it?" He didn't move or say anything. "Bucky." He flinched at his name, glanced around to make sure nobody heard. They hadn't. "I think you kinda earned this one, yeah? Now do me the honours."

Why was everyone in Bucky's life so goddamn stubborn?

He sighed and opened the bottle silently. You nodded in encouragement, letting him pour.

"A toast," you posed, holding your glass up. Bucky mimicked your action. "A toast to…" Everything in your head sounded either very cliché or very sad.

"Whiskey," Bucky finished.

"Whiskey," you agreed.

Drinking at the same time, Bucky swallowed in two gulps while you struggled with a sip.

"Jesus fucking Christ it tastes like cat piss now and it did then," you whined, pouring the liquid left in your glass into Bucky's. He laughed at you.

After drinking that down quickly, Bucky reached across the bar and took your hand in his. "Thank you, Y/N. Really."

A toast to finding things that make us less homesick.

…

After the 1940 whiskey, Bucky came in more regularly. He stayed longer, despite the place filling with people. He even began to talk to the other regulars when they sat at the bar and argued with you about politics, the news, and kids these days. You watched him play devil's advocate, siding with the old men, sarcastically poking fun at you with a quick comment every now and then.

You weren't sure when it happened, but you realised Bucky had grown to be comfortable in the space. And there was something about that that made you ridiculously happy. Like, sunbeams bouncing around on the inside of you making you all hot and tingly and full of joy whenever he was there kind of happy. It was gross.

Bucky would walk in, sit, place his cap down and grin at you with his cute little teeth and sparkly blue eyes. It made your day without exception, and you started to notice more little things about him and how they made you feel. When he hooked his hand behind his ear it would make your stomach flip.

One time, when he was telling you a story about carnival rides and baby Steve throwing up, a loose strand of hair fell across his face and you immediately and unconsciously leant across the bar and folded it gently behind his ear for him. Bucky froze, and you went to apologise, but he spoke first. "Thanks," he said softly, with more meaning than the situation called for, then continued on with his story.

It was like that for just over a month. Then he stopped coming in. There was nothing in his final visit to indicate he wasn't coming back. Bucky just disappeared.

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[taeguboi]

Locked Down in Tension - Part 3 Reader x Yoongi [Suga] (More smut)

Previous parts here: 01 / 02 // Masterlist

Stepping into the shower, you feel the warm drops of water reach your body and trail down you. You run your hands through your hair as you allow it to get wet and let out a sigh or either relief or exasperation, you aren't sure which. 

Many thoughts are running through your mind, mainly two things; your studies which you felt like you were flunking hard on, and there’s also the reason you were probably slacking on your work: Yoongi Min, your housemate.

This is probably about the fourth or fifth shower you’ve had since that endeavour last week when you practically dragged your hot housemate into your room and had the fucking of your life… Nothing had happened between you two since. You were so looking forward to a little session in the shower with another person the next day from when you had that time in your room, but it wasn’t to be. It was just your luck that as you had stepped into the shower room, another housemate decided they wanted their turn in the shower afterwards and so they just waited there, lingering like a bad disease.

Your heart sank when you were showering in anticipation only to hear Yoongi’s voice in conversation with this other housemate, the former being unable to rid the area of the latter. It sucked, it really did, but you figured it didn’t matter greatly because there would probably have been another chance that day to… talk again.

Too awkward to initiate anything more than general pleasantries, your mind had been running in circles for this past week. Was this ever a good idea? Did Yoongi only let you drag him into your room to get some sort of relief for himself? Were you just an easy target? Why wasn’t he, you know… talking to you?

About halfway through your shower, just after washing your hair and as you put the conditioner in, you’re lathering up the shower gel and… you hear a low noise. It’s sort of humming super gently, only just passing through the walls into the shower room. You try to shrug it off figuring it’s probably just a fly or something or other and start to wash yourself.

No, that sound is definitely something a lot more specific, you’re thinking to yourself… What is that? Is it really coming from the next room? Curiosity gets the better of you and you quietly step out of the shower so that you can put your ear against the wall - the one that separates this room from Yoongi’s room.

You think yourself to be going crazy when you could swear you hear your name upon pressing your ear against that cold while wall. You listen closer to try and confirm that it’s probably just your imagination, and…

Beautiful deep groans humming from Yoongi’s room sends a sensuous shiver down your naked back. It’s satisfying to listen to and so you can’t help but carry on intruding on his little private moment. It sounds as though he’s trying his best to be quiet but is finding it difficult. The noises coming from the back of his throat are accompanied with a faint sound of patting and you know exactly what this means.

You urge yourself to back away from the wall right now and just finish up in the shower and be on your way but… It’s making you feel a certain way and you subconsciously find one of your hands making its way down there where you’re starting to feel a certain need.

“Ah…” you hear him again. 

“Fuck y/n, y/n…”

“Shit” you accidentally pant out loud, your middle finger making circles on your clit as you listen and take in Yoongi’s voice through the wall.

“Wanna-wanna fuck you again” he moans, still so quiet that no one can hear but you.

As an outsider, you probably would have cringed at the thought of someone jacking themselves off to their housemate, saying their name so obviously, but he’s talking about you. You who laid so relaxed underneath him whilst he fucked your brains out and gave you an afternoon to remember.

You increase the pace of moving your finger to touch yourself, forming an ‘o’ shape with your mouth when you get yourself just right, but you quickly stop when your left leg shakes a little from the touch, knowing that you need to sit. It’s not the most classy place, but you sink down to sit on the bathroom floor, ignoring the ice cold feeling on your bare buttocks.

You throw your head back against the wall and continue to touch yourself as you visualise what’s going on in the next room. The sounds are even more so faint now that you aren’t pressing your ear against the wall, but speculations of what way Yoongi is in right now are good enough for you. Is he sitting on his bed in his boxers and shirt just like you had instructed him to in your room? Is he sitting on his chair at his desk, thrusting himself into his own hand? Does he use any toys perhaps?

You pick a favourite thought and insert a finger into your now soaked hole, successfully holding back your moans so as not to rouse suspicion. But then you stop yourself again when you think about how you could completely let loose and let him know that you know what’s going on in there. How you could just storm into his room right now without knocking and catch him red handed holding that perfect, perfect cock.

“G-Gonna cum….”

‘Ah, fuck’ you think to yourself, hearing Yoongi reach his climax and chase that high.

“Oh! So good mmm…”

This followed by some heavy panting is the last you hear of Yoongi touching himself before his moans are followed with sounds of moving about the bedroom, presumably to clean himself off and compose himself as though he hadn’t just been masturbating.

You feel empty at pondering around too long about this situation but you decide to just get yourself back in the shower where the water is still running and get that conditioner out of your hair… Well, at least your hair will be super soft after this, right?

***

You uncomfortably get dressed after drying off from your shower, feeling a little sore as you put on underwear, still unable to stop feeling wet about what you just heard… You can’t resist putting on some more pretty underwear, this time a transparent lace bra with plenty of straps that hug and accentuate the top half of your figure and panties to match. 

It’s hard not to recount last week’s events in which Yoongi had touched you so well and gave you that much needed release of all the tension that had been building up inside of you since lockdown began. In just the space of a week, that tension had built up all over again and to the same level as a month’s worth of stress.This just wouldn’t do; you were going to do something about it. You were going to make Yoongi notice you.

Fumbling about in your wardrobe, the drawers, and anywhere else where clothes were located, you had a deep thought about your options. Would a dress be too obvious? Who’s getting dolled up just to lounge about in their house all day? But surely a pair of trousers wouldn’t do the trick and if anything, will make you more uncomfortable?

You figure, fuck it, you’re going to go for the skirt to prevent everything… rubbing together too much. Sliding the simple black piece over your thighs and letting it settle at the waist, you start to feel extra bold about your quest to capture Yoongi’s attention, wiggling out of your panties and leaving them on the floor next to your wardrobe. 

You find just the right top to compliment it, a simple crop top also in black, nothing too fancy, and you slip that on over your head, adjusting yourself in all the right places in front of your dresser mirror. Last week, Yoongi chose to, as he worded it, ‘push his luck’. Now it was your turn to push yours.

*

You waited until just the right time to make your entrance from your room and across into the main living area, just as you could hear footsteps coming down the stairs you avidly listened out for specific voices.

“Ah Yoongi mate, y’alright?” you can hear Jungkook asking from the kitchen. “You’re up a bit late, aren’t you?”

“Uh, yeah I guess so… not much else to do really though, is there?”

“True, true…”

“S’up guys?” you question, coming out of your room.

“You up to much this afternoon mate? I…”

Perfect.

Yoongi’s jaw drops a little and he lingers in his reply to Jungkook. You hold back a smirk as he quickly composes himself to continue with a normal conversation with Jungkook.

“...er I was gonna see if anyone was up for a little gaming sesh or something…” continues Yoongi.

“Hey y/n” Jungkook smiles.

“Oh, hey y/n, ‘alright?” asks Yoongi.

“Not bad, not bad” you hum, walking over to the kitchen and towards the two guys. “Gaming sesh? Can I be in on it with you guys?” you ask politely, leaning forward over the counter.

“Uh, actually Yoongi, I agreed to call an old friend on video chat soon to catch up; it’s his first day off in forever since this whole…”

“No worries man” smiles Yoongi, patting Jungkook on the back as Jungkook makes his exit with a thumbs up and a nod. 

“I… guess that leaves us” you coyly speak, looking down at the kitchen floor as you wait for a reply.

“Uh…” 

“Tell you what, since it’s just about lunch time, let’s make some food first, huh?” you question in a more projected way.

Yoongi’s short responses make you feel a little on edge. Is this too awkward for him? Or maybe he feels bad for what’s turned into a misunderstanding? Wait, does he even think there’s any misunderstanding? This is driving you nuts again just thinking about all the possibilities, internally urging him to just speak or do something.

“Alright then” he replies briefly.

Now the other questions were running through your mind? Is this ‘plan’ a good idea? Was any of this ever a good idea? 

‘Come on, y/n. Quit running ‘round in circles in your head and just get on with it. If something happens, it happens and if not…’

So anyway, you both agree between you what to make for lunch - a couple of omelettes since it seems neither of you have had breakfast and you use this moment to your advantage that the most useful pan is in that middle drawer under the kitchen counter…

You can’t know for certain whether Yoongi is even looking at you as you bend down, but you can feel the cold air that reaches you down there as your skirt raises up from bending over. You feel a new kind of turned on about the chance that your housemate might see that you have no panties on.

Standing up again, you decide not to leave it too long and you carry on playing it cool for now, placing the acquired pan on the counter next to the cooker, meeting Yoongi halfway where the hob is and you watch him put down the few ingredients.

For a couple of seconds, there is an awkward gaze exchanged as Yoongi looks at you reaching over for the eggs. You’re the closest you’ve been to him since sitting on the couch with him last week after Jungkook had come home just minutes after the two of you had put your clothes back on.

You move away back to the other side of the kitchen to search for oil for the pan, reaching up high for one of the shelves. This time, you can feel your skirt riding upward from your body stretching upwards and you decide to tug at it a little as a poor attempt to pull it down, the intention being that he might pay more attention if other body movements are involved.

Smiling innocently, you walk back over yet again and pop open the lid of the oil then pouring a small amount into the pan. You glance over at the ingredients Yoongi has gathered to mentally prepare yourself for making the simple dish and notice something odd.

“Broccoli?” you ask in your confusion, holding it up and inspecting it almost as though it’s the first time you’ve ever seen the vegetable.

“Oh, sorry, must’ve accidentally picked that up... Maybe you could put it back whilst I beat the eggs?” he suggests coolly.

“Sure” you smile, again holding back a confident grin, seeing this as another opportunity and so you walk over to the fridge with the unwanted vegetable.

“Bottom shelf, in that drawer” Yoongi tells you even though you already knew this.

You do it; you bend over feeling half hopeful and half unexpectant that he’ll even notice your little wardrobe ‘malfunction’.

“Thank you!” he says sweetly, making you feel disappointed that he probably didn’t see yet again. Maybe it’s time to give up.

Just as you’re about to bring yourself upright again, you feel a sudden sensation of light pain / pleasure as a hand rushes against your ass.

"You just can’t behave yourself around me, can you y/n? All just because you didn't get your dirty little fuck in the shower the other day…” he mumbles, rubbing the spot he just spanked. “Tell me, did I always have such a needy housemate just begging for it?"

You let out a mischievous yet deep chuckle as you stand:

“... and imagine having my housemate touch himself thinking about me even though he said we could have so much fun… What the fuck kept you waiting?”

“You heard me, did you?” he purrs, holding your waist from behind, allowing you to move your ass about over his crotch.

“You gonna apologise for keeping me waiting?”

“You gonna apologise for being such a needy brat?”

“Never”

“Good, good…”

You slam the fridge door and allow Yoongi to turn you around to face him. Throwing your arms around his neck, he keeps his hands on your waist and you give each other cute looks mixed with lust and ever so gently, your lips touch once more. It makes you feel fuzzy inside to finally get even just a small percentage of what you’ve been craving all week.

Wet sounds fill the kitchen and the adjoining living area as the kisses deepen and you find your back up against the fridge now as you’ve eased into things a lot more. The sole of your foot touches the door as you bend a knee to keep your balance and you’ve never felt more relaxed.

As the kisses become more loose, Yoongi’s mouth starts to wander away with a kiss on your chin, then back to the lips, then the chin again, and then a line of kisses going down to and along your neck. He holds you close to him, causing you to occasionally hum contentedly

He starts to lower himself down as his lips continue to explore your body. He goes from your neck down to your bare collarbone where he plants a single love bite that makes you lightly hiss and hold your breath in anticipation. 

“Hmm such a shame I never really got to see the marks I made on you from the last time… Maybe I’ll do something about that later” he hums before continuing to kiss all around you neck, your collarbone, the top of your chest, your tummy, all whilst keeping you close.

Yoongi’s hands move from around your waist and down to your ass, admiring how you feel as he slowly and sensually moves them in circling motions as he kisses your tummy a few more times.

You affectionately stroke his head and he looks up at you with an equally endearing look as he smiles openly, teeth mildly sunken into a corner of his lip. One more kiss on your stomach until he toys around with the bottom of your skirt, teasing at the idea of lifting it up, stroking a thigh from underneath, before making his way back up with the kisses in the same areas but different spots bringing a lick of pleasure through your spine.

Yoongi returns his lips upon yours and you’re making out again only this time more intense than just before. There is more of a sense of urgency with sloppier sounds and a tighter grip on your hips as Yoongi is increasingly aroused. You can feel him hardening as he occasionally grinds against you, bringing out a low grunt from the back of your throat.

“Swap places” you instruct, eager to return the favour of Yoongi seeing to you first the last time.

You push yourself up from your leaning position using Yoongi’s shoulders as support and guide him so that his back replaces yours against the fridge door. You sink to your knees for him and fiddle with the button of his jeans. Just as you manage to pop that open, Yoongi looks back at you as you look up to him and makes an unreadable signal with his head.

“Huh?” you ask bewildered.

“The counter, go behind the counter, just in case”

And that, you do. You stand up again and watch Yoongi place himself at the middle kitchen counter, his lower half out of view from the living area and therefore, you’re also out of view as you get back down there to finish what you had started.

Impatiently, Yoongi unzips his own trousers and pulls them down along with his boxers until they sit just below his aching balls. He places his hands either side of himself for balance using the counter as he watches you work your mouth on him.

This time, you don’t take him in so soon. You playfully give the tip of his cock kitten licks, looking up at him after every other one and you barely do anything more with your hand than have a gentle grip around. You tease a little more, carefully moving his dick towards his stomach so that you can trail your tongue from his balls, along a prominent vein, and back to the tip. You hold him again with one hand and begin to pump him slowly, being certain to elicit any signs of frustration you can possibly get out of him.

You bask in the way he grunts a little when that longer lick doesn’t lead to you fully using your mouth yet. You love the feeling of his fingers through your hair as he desperately tries to prompt you to do more for him but you subtly draw your head back as if to show him that you’ll decide when he gets to fuck your face.

Eventually you give in and begin to sink down onto him, starting with a couple of bobs back and forth around half of his length and then proceeding to take in more of him until you can feel the tip at the back of your throat with every movement.

You can hear his breathing getting faster in parallel with you upping the pace and you press a hand against his thigh to keep your balance when he starts to use his hips a little.

A string of groans increasing in volume and deepness escape him and you decide to go back to teasing by slowing down your movements and then returning to just licks. You swirl your tongue around his head and look up at him as you slide a thumb across it too, breathing almost as heavily as he is from the excitement and lust burning within you.

You lick your lips seductively before going back down on him, this time allowing him to completely let loose and use you in whichever way he pleases.

"Ahhh, y/n!" he drawls out, using his hands to gently cup your head so that he can control the pace and stability at which he thrusts in and out of your mouth, going fairly deep but not so much as to hurt or choke you.

As your plump lips start to redden, the more the fire in the pit of Yoongi's abdomen continues stirring, and the more something builds up inside of him, the more times he says your name. You can tell he's trying hard not to be too loud similarly to when he was in his room this morning, but occasionally the odd groan just streams out and it's music to your ears.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" he creaks as he picks up the pace of his hips.

You give encouraging signs for him to come for you by digging your nails into an exposed section of his thigh and having a feel at the back of the other.

"Gonna… ah!" he exclaims as he reaches his peak and you start to feel that warm liquid shooting down your throat and you hum in approval, taking in every last bit.

You continue to work your magic on him throughout his orgasm, feeling yourself getting even more wet when he says your name again.

"Fuck y/n…" he mumbles, slowing down his thrusts into your mouth as he starts to come down. You can't resist touching yourself as you take him out of your mouth, admiring his dick that's wet from only your mouth as you had successfully swallowed everything he had to give.

"Fuck, I'm sorry" he apologises.

"Huh?" you question, unsure of what he is apologising for.

"I wanted to… Well, I mean…"

"It's okay" you assure him, bringing yourself to your feet to sweetly kiss him on the cheek.

He simply smiles at you and your slightly swollen lips and affectionately rubs a thumb across your cheek.

"I think maybe we should… see to this now, huh?" he purrs, using his other hand to go under your skirt and he draws a line along your folds making you tingle.

"Please" you request, gripping onto his shoulders as he traces that line back and down to your hole.

Abruptly you find yourself yanking your skirt back down as you both hear heavy footsteps coming down the end of the staircase from across the living area and Yoongi is fumbling to lift his boxers back up and fasten his jeans.

You exchange a sympathetic look as you can see his discomfort and he can sense your frustration, watching you back away from him to make it look like you're about to cook.

"Hey guys!" beams Jungkook with a quick wave.

"S'up" you reply in unison with Yoongi as you turn your head around, trying your best to remain composed as you watch Jungkook head over to the downstairs toilet. 

"Everything alright?" you call out, wondering why he couldn't have just used the loo upstairs right down the corridor from his room.

"Yeah. Occupied" Jungkook briefly explains pointing upstairs. You had figured there must be more than three of you in today considering the circumstances, yet you had barely seen anyone other than Yoongi or Jungkook who seemed to come out of their rooms a lot more than the others, so like normal people.

"Fair" is all you reply as you hear the door shut behind him and the lock turning.

Yoongi shoots you a suggestive smirk as he approaches you.

"Now then, where were we…?"

"Yoongi!" you quietly exclaim through your teeth. "He'll be back out any second!"

Without a reply, Yoongi picks you up and places you on the counter next to the cooker and spreads your legs open.

"Just a quick…" he begins, lowering himself to your heat, "...taste" he grins, lifting your skirt up and flattening his tongue to draw another line up your folds.

"Yoongi… fuck" you coo, trying your hardest to get the will power to stop him, pushing his head away with little effort in you to do so.

Relentlessly, he carries on, sucking at your clit, making it harder for you to be subtle about this. He swirls his tongue round, making you feel so aroused and you fill with mild adrenaline that Jungkook could burst out that door at any moment and catch you.

"Yoongi, stop…" you drawl out, incapable of making your instruction sound sincere.

He waits until the flush of the toilet from the other room is audible to finally back away and smirk at you, then moving over to the cooker and the ingredients to crack the eggs for that lunch you still haven't made.

You close your legs tightly as you hear that lock clicking open and you rest your hands in your lap, swinging your legs innocently as Jungkook enters into the living area again to see you guys in the kitchen - just cooking.

"Now watch how a real pro does it…" Yoongi says, cracking some eggs open into a bowl. His words make you feel a certain way though you know he's only talking about the food.

"Hardly takes a pro to make eggs Yoongi" chuckles Jungkook listening in.

"She was doing it all wrong" says Yoongi, carefully beating the eggs with a whisk.

"How can you make eggs wrong?" laughs Jungkook. "Anyway, nevermind about that. When you're done, could you leave everything out for me please? I could do with something more nutritious in my system" 

"It's alright 'Kook," you reply. "We'll make one for you too, sound good?"

"If you don't mind…"

"Sure, Yoongi doesn't mind. After all, he is the omelette pro now…" you joke, grinning, trying to keep up the smile as you watch Jungkook plonk himself on the couch in front of the tv. 

***

11:56pm - You still can't sleep. All of a sudden back there, Jungkook decided he would join you two in that gaming session after all since his video call kept failing and losing signal.

It was a fun afternoon and you had even managed to beat both the guy's asses several times on Mario Kart but you couldn't help every now and then but to feel… empty.

After about an hour that consisted of eating, starting up the games console and getting into a competitive mode, you were no longer aroused, yet it was still uncomfortable down there. You had to excuse yourself to the bathroom after a few rounds of the first game so you could "accidentally" splash water onto your skirt as the best possible excuse you could think of to get changed in your room.

You opted for pyjama bottoms since it was a lazy day, (so pretty much like every other day lately,) and you sat in them still now in your bedroom, head against the wall as you sit on the bed watching videos to distract yourself / pass the time / try and bore yourself to sleep.

It felt a shame really after you had managed to capture Yoongi's interests that you still didn't really get anything for yourself. Occasionally over the past hour you had trailed a hand down there but only for a few seconds because you felt too fed up and lazy to do anything about it.

A text message pops up over the latest vlog  of your favourite YouTuber and your heart flutters a little upon reading the name.

Yoongi: You awake?

You: Yeah

You get a little annoyed that after about just five minutes, he still doesn't reply back, so you just move on to the next video on your watch later list.

Your eyes feel heavy and dry just a couple of seconds in and you allow your eyes to close.

You jump out of your skin as the handle on your door rattles and the door pops open, making you sit up from your slouch ever so quickly.

Eyes widening to see who the intruder is, you scold the person for walking in on you so abruptly like that.

"Jesus! You almost gave me a heart attack!" you loudly whisper, hand clutching to you chest as you watch him give you an apologetic smile.

Yoongi.

Couldn't he have just warned you via that really fucking brief text conversation?... Ah, you can't stay mad at him though. In fact, you're a little relieved he's here.

"Sorry" he whispers, closing the door behind him and you turn on your bedside side lamp so he can see more clearly.

"I just er… wanted to see you" he smiles, still not moving beyond the area of where the door is.

You smile warmly at him, making him feel more comfortable to approach you as you move forward on your bed, patting the space at your side.

He takes the spot next to you and warmly smiles back.

"Now then… where were we?" he grins as you throw your arms around his neck and he gently guides you down on the bed, lips locking.

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