#I'm posting this when it's no longer wednesday but let's pretend i did post this for wakko wednesday like i planned

[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Whenever (not me thinking yesterday wasn't Wednesday for a good chunk of it and then being too drained to post... just pretend I ain't late) | Tagged by @direwombat @adelaidedrubman and @nightbloodbix ❤️

I'm coming with Calahan and Mary May POVs for this week's check-in. All the feels, for sure. 💔

Light streamed into the living room of Mary May's place on the second floor of the Spread Eagle, making Calahan change positions and bury his face in the couch cushions in an attempt to get a couple of extra minutes of rest. The previous night, he had sneaked back into the bar with Leslie for a celebratory drink after they had successfully gotten Zorro and his clothes out of his Peggie infested cabin. Once they had parted ways, he had climbed upstairs as quietly as he could and crashed on the couch without a much craved shower, knowing Mary May would be out cold at the late hour and wouldn’t appreciate him barging into her bedroom unannounced. The first thing he heard that early morning as he did his hardest to stay asleep were her footsteps as she left her room and headed for the small kitchen. She was humming under her breath as she made coffee, the scent carrying over to him and teasing his senses. A few minutes later, a cup was placed at the coffee table next to him, and he could feel Mary May looming over the couch. When she didn't move, he reluctantly turned and looked at her with blurry eyes, "Is it an emergency?" He took a second to take in her messy blond hair and oversized t-shirt, ignoring the slightly annoyed look on her face. "Good morning to you, too, Rookie.", she rolled her eyes at his impatient tone before moving back to the kitchen to make herself breakfast. "I could feel you staring, you know.", he retorted and threw a hand over his eyes, deciding he would lay down a little bit longer seeing how for the past few days he had been running around the Valley on so many errands and barely getting any sleep. "Oh, don't flatter yourself, I was making sure you were still breathing. Can't have the Resistance lose its leader." Calahan let out a laugh at her dodging his flirting yet again, "Whatever you say, gorgeous."

Mary May took a seat on the small kitchen table that only had two chairs thanks to the tiny space she was using as living quarters. She bit into a piece of toast before asking, "So how did it go with John's doppelganger? What trouble did you get him into?" "He's got potential, that's for sure. Helped me get my shit from the cabin, and we had fun doing it. Remind me to have a word with Sabrina for hiding him." "And did "your shit" also include a certain raccoon?", she raised an eyebrow. Calahan peeked over the back of the couch, sending a smile her way that usually worked in convincing people to see things his way. With Mary May, sadly, all his tactics seemed to have the opposite effect usually. "Zorro will be on his best behavior, I promise. You won't even notice he's around. Plus… he gives mean foot rubs." "Rookie.", disbelief seeped into her tone. "Fine. The foot rubs were a lie. Though, I can take up on that task." "You ain't coming anywhere near my feet, Rookie." "Your loss. And Zorro?" "You really love gettin' on my nerves early in the morning." Calahan gestured around her living room, "He won't take up much of your space and he will be out with me, anyway." Mary May let out a laugh, the first sign he was getting somewhere, "It's like you're trying to sell me a piece of furniture." "I couldn't leave him behind, gorgeous. He's my son." A huff escaped her, probably at the pout he followed his words with, "He's a raccoon."

"Still my son. He was defending the cabin, you know. Costed one Peggie a finger. Scared the life out of Leslie, too, to the point he tried to flee the room like a bat out of hell. It was hilarious.", he couldn't help the proud smile that emerged at the memory. His words piqued her interest, "Did he now?" "Told you I was teaching him tricks before Joseph's takeover. He is one of us, just stuck in a raccoon body, unable to talk." Mary May rolled her eyes before saying, "Fine. He can stay. Just… keep "your son" in check. I find something in here destroyed, he gets the boot." "You love him, you just don't want to admit it. Thank you.", he blew a kiss her way before lying back down and shifting his gaze up to the ceiling as his mind ran over the potential tasks he could take on next. He was dying to take a drive and check up on Hurk and Sharky, knowing the two were probably in the deep with the cult, but he knew chances were less capable of taking care of themselves people needed his help in the Valley. "Have him scratch a Seed's eye out or something, and I might start to like him." Silence took over as Mary May finished her breakfast while Calahan closed his eyes, set on enjoying the precious minutes of peace, knowing with the County on lockdown that never truly lasted. Eventually, she got up and walked to the couch, her arms came to rest on the back as she leaned over to look at Hartley. "You're staring again.", he muttered before cracking one eye open and meeting her baby blues, "Not that I mind." "Whatever you say, Sleeping Beauty. It's rare that you shut up, forgive me for thinking you had fallen asleep on me." "Sleeping Beauty, huh? There's a proven method to wake me up then, gorgeous." "You say, 'a kiss', I'm banning you from the bar for a week, Rookie." "You're no fun.", he stuck out his tongue, before asking, "So… why did you need me awake?"

Mary May took a deep breath, for once looking uncertain, "I know you have enough on your plate as is and I don't want to join in with all the folks asking you for help…" Calahan rose up to a sitting position that brought him on the same eye level as her when he said in a serious tone, "Whatever you need, just ask." He was well aware only inches separated them to the point he could start counting the freckles scattered across her nose and she seemed to have realized the same thing as her gaze darted to his lips for a second. It happened so quick he could have missed it if he had blinked, but he didn't. You like me, Angel. Too bad you refuse to admit it, let alone act on it. But in a way Calahan was glad about her faking disinterest. He told himself it was for the best, that it would be an unwanted complication in the middle of a holy war, that the last thing he needed was to fall for anyone and he was certain with her it would be unavoidable and as natural as breathing. The biggest trouble I can ever get myself into. He had wholeheartedly expected Mary May to pull back and put more space between them, but as the seconds ticked by, she remained glued to the spot with an unreadable expression on her face. She finally cleared her throat, "I was wondering if you'd help get the Widowmaker back." "Your daddy's truck?" Mary May nodded, sadness swimming in her eyes, "John had his men steal it. And as you know, I was too "preoccupied" to chase after them.", a frown appeared as she added, "Bastard doesn't know how to keep his hands off my things, does he?" "We're getting it back, gorgeous. And the next thing of his I fuck up, you bet would be dedicated to you." A small smile that pulled at his heart erased the scowl, "Can I come with?" "Like you even have to ask me that.", Calahan booped her nose and got up, heading for the bathroom as he called out, "I'm going to put a word out, find where they're keeping the truck."

Mary May watched Hartley disappear into her bedroom and stayed put until she heard the bathroom door close behind him. The second it did, she took it as a sign to move and entered the room, trying to ignore the sound of the running water and the visuals that threatened to appear in her mind. She quickly changed into a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, wanting to not waste too much time in case Calahan decided to cut his shower short. She couldn't deny for some reason it had taken her a more than the usual amount of willpower to stop staring at his bare chest as he slept on her couch that morning. The fact he had called her lingering gaze out didn't help matters. Should tell him to find a new place to sleep at or at least shower elsewhere. Definitely to stop walking around shirtless and promise I'd throw him out otherwise. Yeah, he'd have a field day hearing that one. Mary May immediately hated the idea of making him leave, she had grown used to having his presense around the bar and how he was always willing to try to make her crack a smile or offer a distraction from the headaches John Seed was causing her. Calahan Hartley was a ball of chaos, but also a breath of fresh air and a helping hand to anyone that needed assistance at dealing with the cult. Days back John had spared no resources in taking over Fall's End, finally succeeding at closing down the Spread Eagle with her en route back to his bunker, to the hell she had barely escaped last time.

Or so the bastard thought. The victory hadn't lasted long. Just until Hartley had barelled into town in no other than a stolen Peggie truck and wipped out John's men like nobody's business. Then he had rushed at her with worry in his eyes, curse words directed at the youngest Seed spilling out of his mouth as he had cut her free. "Are you hurt, Mary May? 'Cause I swear to God, John won't know what's coming for him… I ain't losing anyone else.", he had asked while he examined her all over, his tone dead serious, promising of good old trouble headed John's way. As she, Calahan and Jerome had pried away the boards nailed to one of the only things her father had left her: the bar and reopened it, Mary May had been the first to offer the Deputy a place to stay when he needed it, feeling like it was the least she could do as a thank you for helping her keep her promise and her old man's wish alive. Off-key singing pulled her out of the memory and she found herself biting back a smile at the idea that the man that was rapidly turning into the Project's number one enemy and had somehow ended up leading a resistance against it, was currently showering in her very bathroom and acting like anything but a vicious vigilante. Not all heroes wear capes, alright. Some work as deputies that have broken more laws than the people they arrest and own a raccoon they consider a son. She quickly exited the bedroom and strode downstairs, set on preparing the bar for the day and putting any thoughts of Hartley at the back burner, where they belonged.

The first thing to greet her were small feet scurrying off across the wooden floors that made her release a sigh before she called out, "Zorro." Initially the name had no effect until seconds later when a head poked out from behind the bar and "Calahan's son" rushed at her, wrapping his paws around her leg in what his owner deemed as "greeting". "Morning to you, too, boy.", Mary May muttered as she stared down at the raccoon, then pointed towards the stairs, "Up to your father you go now. I have to open the bar. Can't have you chasing off paying customers." The raccoon made no move, dark gaze trained on her face, forcing her to repeat more sternly, "Up, Zorro." At the command Zorro finally sprung into action, waddling over to the stairs and sneaking a look her way to see if she was following as he began to climb up. He got half of the way and stopped, making Mary May shake her head, "What? Want me to come too? Fine. Guess I do need to open the door for you. Maybe he should teach you how to do that." The second her boots hit the first step, the raccoon resumed his ascend. "Bit off a Peggie's finger, did ya now?", Zorro's ears perked up as if he understood her words, "Good job.", then she frowned, "And I'm talking to a raccoon. Your daddy is rubbing off on me, Zorro." She pushed open the door that separated the downstairs area and her living quaters and followed him inside at the exact moment Calahan chose to emerge from her bedroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist as he dried off his hair with another.

"Jesus, Rookie.", the words left her before she could stop them, winning a laugh out of him. "Thought you headed down. Sorry.", Hartley explained sheepishly, while his smug smile was anything but apologetic and only widening at the fact she was most definitely gawking and yet to get anything else out, "Enjoying the view, gorgeous? For the record, I don't blame you for coming back for more." Pull yourself together. Mary May returned her narrowed gaze back to his face, and after a final look at him, she twirled around and said, "Make sure your son behaves." The door cut off his throaty laughter while she took the stairs two at a time and tried her hardest to stop her mind from wandering into a dangerous territory, of wondering what the small tattoo above his hip spelled. Sure as hell ain't asking him. He won't let me live that one down. Back down in the bar, she made it her mission to exorcize him from her thoughts, focusing on taking down the chairs and making sure everything was in place for opening and when she ran out of tasks to keep her preoccupied, she moved onto the small kitchen, arranging whatever Casey had left out of place. Mary May frowned at the knowledge her only employee was no doubt going to be late, that she had nobody to distract her with small talk.

She was used to Calahan's advances, to his casual flirting, had gotten pretty good at ignoring it all and having an array of reasons why she had to do it. Yet as the months passed and he stuck around, the list with reminders of why getting involved with him was out of the question had suddenly started to become shorter. She was starting to forget. To yearn. It was the worst idea to harbor. Especially now that everything had gone to shit. Maybe I should send him to sleep at the church… make him Jerome's problem. Then she'd be all alone again. Left to dwell on the past, on everything she had lost and regretted. Or she could continue laughing at Calahan's jokes. Have his devilish blue eyes be the first thing she saw each morning. Yes, keeping him around for the time being sounded like the better option. A car engine cut off outside, followed by the jiggle of the bell above the bar's entrance that made her poke her head in through the serving hatch of the kitchen, "We're not open yet." Her breath hitched for a second as her eyes settled on the person that had entered.

Phantom pain shooting across her chest inevitably came next, just like it had with his surprising arrival the day before. It was almost as strong as it had been in that awful moment she had found herself in John Seed's chair, teary eyes staring at him bathed in red hues, her blood becoming one with the room when he made true on his promises of immeasurable pain. Her hopeless screams filling the dead silence, drowning out his patient voice as the realization nobody would come for her sank in. She could still hear his sick reassurances how she had made the right choice by finally "saying Yes" after hours of torture, that the fact she had confessed her "sins" meant she was a step closer to his precious Eden. The twisted delight in his blue gaze still haunted her. The memory lingered just like the crude scar he had left he with. Seeing Hudson on screen anytime she turned on the TVs in the bar only reopened her old wounds. You're still standing. Free. Alive. The bar is open. He hasn't won. And never will. "Morning, Mary May. Should I come back then? Figured I could catch up with Cal before he runs off somewhere.", the apologetic tone and genuine smile were a quick reminder she wasn't facing the man that had made it his job to destroy everything she held dear. Not that she would ever actually confuse the two, but she had to admit the resemblance was quite jarring and she'd need time to get used to not wincing at the sight of his face.

"Ah, now, as the owner of this fine establishment, I can always make an exception, Detective. Anything to drink?" Leslie shook his head as he pulled out one of the chairs at the bar and sat down. "Still not at the stage where I'm morning drinking." "Stick around some more, and you'd get there, Les. It's a rite of passage for anyone settling down in the County ever since the Seeds came along.", Mary May retorted as she exited the kitchenette and slipped into her usual spot. Gary Fairgrave used to have those days where he'd throw back a glass of bourbon while cursing the Project to hell and back before heading off towards the bar after bidding her and her mother a goodbye. "I knew that family was rotten down to the root from the moment they got here. Shit smells like shit, no matter how much french perfume you spray on it.", it was what her old man used to say, taking pride in how his gut instinct had been right about the Seeds. Years later, she was the only one left from the Fairgraves to carry on his legacy and keep the deep-seated hate alive. Leslie gave her a sad smile, seeming at struggle with his own demons, "It all feels like a nightmare, yet my alarm for work is yet to ring and wake me up." A grimace pulled at her features, and her hands set back to straightening the pile of glass coasters at the bar, ignoring how many of them had Calahan's phone number on them, "Wish I could say things would get better…"

"Hope.", Leslie muttered with a strange look. "Hm?", she couldn't help her bitter laugh. "It's what we always have left. Hope. Sabrina would always tell me that. Tell it to any worried family we had to meet with." His words made her release a sigh, "You two are going to find her." Yet a part of her worried. That John had his claws deep into the bright-eyed Deputy. That Calahan was wrong about Sabrina's unwavering conviction. That maybe she had been a traitor all along, and all of them had just failed to see it. Whistling carried from the stairs accompanied by Calahan taking the steps quickly, and in record time, he was at Leslie's side. "My new partner returns.", he exclaimed in a greeting before playfully slapping his back and taking the seat next to him. "Come on, my boy.", Hartley reached down and picked up Zorro from the ground. "Chairs are for paying-" "-customers.", he finished her complaint as he set the raccoon down in one of the empty chairs, "Come on, gorgeous, how can you turn down such a cute face?" Mary May frowned at his puppy dog eyes and the fact they were working. A little. "Doesn't change the fact he's an animal." "A member of the Resistance. And… I was talking about myself." "You ain't cute, Rookie."

Leslie choked back a laugh as Calahan rubbed at his chest, groaning in pain for good measure, "One day, you're gonna realize what you're missing, gorgeous. And I won't be looking for payback for these insults. Too much." He sent a wink her way before clicking his tongue at Zorro in a signal, then turning to Leslie, "Shall we go then, partner? See what plans of John's we can sabotage?" The detective was the first to get up, followed by no other than Calahan's son on the way to the door. Hartley remained seated as he regarded her with a heated expression before leaning over the bar the same way he had earlier that morning and whispering, "I will see to locating what you need me to find. Try not to think about me too much while I'm gone." All she could seem to do was exhale and then involuntary inhale his scent while his baby blues stayed glued to hers. "Thank you for breakfast, by the way. I sure can get used to it." "You gonna start paying me rent, Rookie?", she finally managed to croak out, adding, "For two preferably." Calahan ignored her words and the fact he had someone waiting on him and observing the whole thing, "Can you feel this?" "Hmm?", she gave him a confused look, refusing to back away first and prove that he was getting to her. "How good we could be… if only you weren't so damn stubborn." He moved back, finally putting space between them again and with another wink was gone. Mary May stared at the door, willing for the pesky longing to go away and refusing to admit how for a second, it felt like he had taken all the oxygen from the room with him.

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#the tension between those two ... ooof ❤️ #okay but poor leslie having no clue how much his face alone triggers Mary May 💔💔💔 #the fact Cal's first reaction was to attack when he showed up a few chapters back hits different for sure #and yeah; Mary May so lied to Cal about not worrying about whose side Sabrina's on... #also look at me trying to make a replica of Boomer's collar for the chapter banner ... minutes well spent😂😂 #tagged <3 #oc: calahan hartley #calahan x mary may #mary may fairgrave #oc: leslie parish #far cry 5 deputy #fc5 ocs #fc5 deputy #far cry 5 oc #oc character #ship: the daredevil and the anchor #ship dynamics #wip whenever #wip wednesday #snippets #wip snippet #character dynamics #ocs

[notasapleasure]

wip wednesday

it's no longer wednesday, but i did post this yesterday then doubted myself and deleted it. but now it is fished from the bin at the urging of @distressednoise! thank you buddy!

Having been reminded by this deliciousness that it was wednesday i decided to share some of the ongoing attempt to forge some in-character build-up out of the concept of 'brasso punches cassian and they have sex about it'. the concept is a hot potato flung gleefully in my direction by @r0b0tb0y and it's fun writing them both being kind of tetchy with each other but. you know this isn't going to be short whenever it gets finished...

also i made them a sad indie music playlist sorry i don't make the rules, the national and elbow just keep writing songs about them.

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"Ok. I'm really feeling the love here, Cassian. If you just wanted to drink in silence you could have helped yourself from Cavo's store and gone out to the wreck."

He had had a couple of drinks before Cassian had caught up to him, and it was clear he expected Cassian either to match him with talk or match him at drinking the nog. His cheeks were flush with a less than sober colour and his friendly gaze had a tendency to settle a little too heavily on Cassian's mouth between sips of nog. The authoritativeness in his voice was undermined by a hint of wistful longing when he complained about the nature of Cassian's company.

It didn't immediately puncture Cassian's bad mood, to know he was being admired like that - after all, he flirted constantly with Brasso and never got much of a response other than the odd lingering look or dismissive chuckle. It wasn't like Brasso was going to do anything about whatever his precise feelings were, even after a few drinks - they'd tested that possibility to death. He'd stare and blush and hope Cassian didn't notice, and Cassian would pretend not to have noticed, because - well, he'd have said it was because it would be too easy. Let Brasso be the one to make the first move, he was perfectly capable of it - he could be a risk-taker in his own quiet way, despite the image he liked to project. Besides, if Cassian was the seducer it would always be his fault when their friendship inevitably shattered under the pressure of whatever came next. That was how it always went, no point believing it would be different with Brasso, Cassian reasoned bitterly.

He glared as Brasso shuffled to the edge of the bed and reached after Cassian's drink. "Piss off," Cassian cringed deep into the chair, curled his lip and knocked back the remnants in his cup too quickly.

Actually, maybe that was the best way to drink it. He snorted and blinked and his nose fizzed with that awful aftertaste, but then it dissipated and there was just a glow from the alcohol lighting his chest and cheeks.

Brasso snatched the cup from him, tutted, and refilled both tumblers before handing Cassian's back. He looked up as he leaned across with the drink, guileless green eyes beneath long, pretty lashes. A silent plea for Cassian to confide in him, maybe.

Cassian sucked the taste of nog from the inside of his cheeks and met Brasso's eyes with unflinching scrutiny, direct and hot, blazing with a frustration he wouldn't articulate. A challenge that met Brasso's invitation head-on.

It went unanswered, though. Brasso looked down, prim and coy as a stone-layer in ceremonial uniform, and Cassian felt the heat of the alcohol twist and change its form inside him, suggesting ways of distracting himself that didn't involve cheating at holocards, lying about where he'd been, or confessing to any fraternal guilt.

The acrid taste of fury and loathing that proceeded any self-destructive action welled up in the back of his mouth, and Cassian took a more reckless gulp from his refilled cup. He wouldn't let it be his fault, but he'd make up for his earlier failure by provoking some kind of honest action from Brasso tonight. If Brasso wanted to know about Cassian's fuck-ups the least he could do was pre-empt another one by doing something about it himself.

Cassian's eyes roved over his drinking companion, toe to head, and he wallowed in grimly smug anticipation of where the night could go if Brasso would just act on one of those loaded little gestures of his.

Brasso was sitting up straight on the edge of the mattress again, his cup in one hand resting casually on a broad thigh, his knees spread wide and his gaze wandering over the ceiling in a show of exasperation. Even exhausted at the end of the week, skin smudged with oil and stubble too long to be considered neat, Brasso still wasn't dishevilled. His overalls fit him perfectly and the shoulder straps never slipped an inch. His collar was undone far enough to ventilate, but never so far you could see the hairs at the top of his chest. His sleeves stayed where he put them when they were rolled up, even folds against brown, muscle-ridged forearms.

Cassian was yet to figure out his next move with regard to finding his sister, but a different flash of insight had come to him: that he would kill to see Brasso come undone a little. To lose control of himself just a bit. Cassian sipped from his nog and this time savoured the nasty burning sensation on his chapped lips. He wondered what Brasso looked like when he was really furious, or really lost in the throes of fucking. He wondered how red those cheeks could go, how much strength those hands had when throwing a punch or tightening on a throat. He'd wondered these things before, in passing, but never with such deliberation. Never when drinking and laughing, playing cards and bickering - they were always talking, always keeping moving. Never when he'd found himself so restless with dissatisfaction; cornered and forced to stop and take stock; checked by inarticulate, stymied want.

Cassian shuffled in his chair and smirked coldly at the idea of this new distraction. If he could provoke Brasso to some loss of control then - well, whatever happened afterwards could hardly be his fault alone. And he'd be doing Brasso a favour, really - Brasso had been making eyes at him for years and doing nothing about it. It was time for Cassian to help his friend out, the way Brasso had always been so generous with his own assistance.

"It does taste like bantha piss though, Brasso, you've got to see that," Cassian nudged more playfully, gesturing with his cup.

Brasso gave him a withering look in return. "Connoisseur of bantha piss, are we, Cass?"

Cassian shrugged. "I mean, clearly you're the expert."

That kind of jibe wouldn't be enough to scrape Brasso's armour, it just skimmed along the base level of their conversation. As expected, Brasso merely rolled his eyes and took a drink from his cup.

Noticing that Cassian was staring at him, wide-eyed and expectant, Brasso huffed a sigh. "It's an old recipe, Cassian. Not like that watered down coolant they pass off as nog on Morlana One."

The sly glance he gave Cassian would have been subtler had he been sober. As it was, Cassian pretended not to have seen it and nodded, smirking into his cup. "Morlana One? Wouldn't know."

They could play this game all night, Cassian imagined - Brasso trying to coax the truth out of him as Cassian willfully evaded answering.

But Brasso didn't have the patience for that tonight. He gave a huff and pinned Cassian with a glare. "Come on, Cass. Joyride? I don't think so. You've been on Morlana One."

He was so confident he'd guessed correctly - and what's more, he had. It annoyed Cassian more than the game of denial entertained him. His expression twitched darkly and he took another sip of nog. The aftertaste was so pervasive now, it was barely noticeable as an aftertaste, and it was much easier just to carry on drinking. "What the fuck do you know about it?" He tried to cover his tracks with scorn.

"I know that there's a clue in the name: if you've been for a joyride you're usually in a better mood than this."

Cassian's smart reply was on his lips before he could deny anything: "Except that time the life support broke down -"

"Except that time the life support broke down the other side of Morlana, yes, I remember..." Brasso spoke over him and waved a dismissive hand. "I remember every version of that story, you wouldn't shut up about it." The weight of his stare seemed to force Cassian deeper into the upholstery and the thick folds of his coat. "Obviously not the same, is it?"

Cassian's crumpled, angry mouth was hidden by his collar as he tucked his chin into his jacket. He was meant to be teasing Brasso into revealing his own secrets, not being cornered into talking about what he was trying to avoid - fucking Brasso, always turning the tables on him. Always doing it with that steady, patient voice, those quick-moving eyes that scanned Cassian's expression and read all that was meant to be off-limits.  Cassian didn't like to be looked at with pity - but pity was never the motivating factor in Brasso's interrogations. Cassian wished to the stars Brasso would just punch him instead of looking at him like he was doing.

"What happened on Morlana One, then?"

#as i said on the previously posted tags: #getting over the idea that they reached s01e01 and hadn't fucked before that was probably the hardest part of the concept #but i am riffing off the snippets robotboy has shared with me and it's a fun challenge :3 #arguing over bad alcohol is 100% a jo fic set-up so thanks for handing that to me for free tony #brassian #my fics #my wips #wip wednesday #belated

[born-to-lose]

Lazy Day

Pairing: Gabriel Keyes x reader

Requested by @fedorable-killjoys

Summary: Before Gabriel leaves for his band's tour, you spend a lazy day together.

Tags: domestic fluff

Words: 656

A/N: Firstly, thank you for letting me indulge in my simping for Gabriel. Secondly, I wanted to post it on Wednesday in honor of the start of the Crashdïet tour, but life happened and I only now got to finish it. (gif made by me)

Tag list: @warriorteam1924 @slashscowboyboots @losers-yurio @lost-in-the-80s @bakugos-number-one-girl @jennyggggrrr @tuffduff @jonesyownsmyheart @rhyetaylor62 @satans-vengeance @smells-like-perfect-senses

Tip me if you want!

Today was the last day before Gabriel's tour with Crashdïet started and even though he was only going to be away for a month, you wanted to spend some time alone with him. Your boyfriend knew that because having a lazy day together had become some sort of tradition every time he was away for longer than two weeks.

You woke up to the sound of Gabriel strumming his guitar and softly singing I Remember You by Skid Row - one of his favorite songs to play. Your eyelids were twitching slightly, but still you pretended to be asleep to listen to his voice a little longer.

The wide smile was noticeable in his voice when you finally opened your eyes, smiling back at him as he sang, "I'd stare a lifetime into your eyes."

He paused briefly to kiss your forehead and whisper, "Good morning, beautiful," before continuing to sing the chorus and then putting the guitar away.

You lovingly ruffled his hair as he climbed under the blanket and leaned in to kiss you. "I could get used to this personal wake-up call," you half-joked and he hummed, rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

"I'll take that as a sign for me to send you voice messages every morning," he smirked, looking up at you and kissing your knuckles.

The way he said that made you feel like he was being serious about it and you were silently looking forward to receiving audios from him with his adorable morning voice.

"By the way, are you hungry?" he asked, rolling to the side of the bed and without waiting for an answer, he added, "I'm gonna make us pancakes."

With that, he got up and walked into the kitchen, you following him. As he noticed you sitting at the table behind him, he said in a slightly disappointed tone, "You know, I would have made you breakfast in bed."

"Aw, don't look at me like that!" You stood up and squished his cheeks. "We can spend the rest of the day in bed. Besides, you're busy enough in the next five weeks, it's your turn to relax today."

He puckered his lips and you gave him a kiss, which made him smile before he got back to mixing the ingredients for the pancakes.

Actually, it was more like brunch than breakfast as it was already past 11 o'clock, but you didn't have anything planned anyway.

Every time you had a quality time day before a tour started, Gabriel got to pick the movie and tonight it was The Dirt.

After putting Netflix on, he crawled into bed with you, chuckling as you suddenly pulled him in your lap. You wrapped your arms around him and he looked at you admiringly. "Did you know I love you?"

Your natural reaction would have been 'No, you've only told me a hundred times today', but you couldn't say that right now with the way he looked at you, so you just smiled. "Yes, but you can remind me."

"I love you," he said, softly kissing your lips before climbing off your lap to lay beside you.

Your legs were intertwined, his arm was resting on your waist and he peppered you with kisses while you were watching the movie.

"I already miss you," he murmured after a while, nuzzling your neck.

You held him tighter and kissed his cheek, whispering, "I already miss you too."

"But I'll be back home sooner than you think," he said with that cute smile of his, but it sounded more like he was also reassuring himself. There was a pause before he asked, "Are you sure you don't want to come with me?"

"I'd love to, but you know I can't just take a whole month off," you sighed, playing with his hair, and he nodded in understanding.

If he only knew that you had a surprise visit in Leeds planned…

#mel writes #gabriel keyes #gabriel keyes x reader #gabriel keyes imagine #gabriel keyes fic #crashdïet #crashdïet x reader #crashdïet imagine #crashdïet fic

[randowolfwriter]

Summary: It was supposed to be a relaxing night, sitting near the fire, roasting hot dogs, just simple family things. Instead, Wakko finds himself weaving through memory after memory and feeling uncertain what the future will bring. However, all that might change when Wakko gets a call from Yakko for the first time in months.

This chapter’s a lot longer than the last one. Like, I think this went up to twenty pages. And I swear, everytime Yakko shows up in any of these stories, he ends up adding five more pages than I anticipated! Anyway, thank you for taking the time to read this and please lemme know what you think. 

#Animaniacs #Animaniacs 2020 #Wakko Warner #Yakko Warner #Yakko Wakko and Dot #Wakko #Yakko #Animaniacs ocs #Jojo Warner #Smakko Warner #older warners au #rocking that solo #single dad wakko #some chatty older brother yakko #animaniacs angst #I'm posting this when it's no longer wednesday but let's pretend i did post this for wakko wednesday like i planned

[thedaredevilsgirl]

Dear Teacher - Part 2

warnings: teacher and student relationship (The reader is between 19 and 25 years old and please don't get involved with your teachers) angst,fluff, smut (fingering, unprotected sex -Please use a condom- dirty talk)

Word count: 3342 (surely the most I have ever written)

N/A: Hey, many people were asking, so I brought you part two of dear teacher, I hope you like it.I am creating a taglist, message me if you want to be added 💖💖

Part 1

When Tom woke up on Saturday morning he was disappointed to realize that you were no longer there, for a moment he thought that maybe it had all been a dream or just his imagination playing with him, but something inside him knew that no, that the incident had really happened.

"Incident" was how Tom was referring to the whole of Friday night. It had been a bad idea, he knew, meeting you at that bar, inviting you to sit with him, kissing you, taking you to his apartment, and everything that happened after that. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.

MONDAY:

 Tom was nervous. It was the first time he had seen her since Friday and he still didn't know how to handle it.

You walked into the auditorium that morning and it seemed that fate loved to play with you as the two of your gazes met almost instantly, he swallows dryly and you blush before quickly looking away and running to your seat at the back of the room.

 "Good morning everyone" He says starting his class, everyone in the room answers him quickly.

 "Good morning Mr. Holland" Cindy, one of your students, says cheerfully "Looks like you had a great weekend" she points to a small purple spot on your neck, all the students start laughing as soon as she notices it. You sink into your chair, wanting to hide, mortified with embarrassment, remembering very well that you made that mark on Tom who was blushing in front of everyone's eyes.

"Anyway" he huffs loudly taking the students' attention back to class "I've corrected your Brontë sisters' papers, I'm happy to say that we got very good grades, but only one got a top grade, I'll give it back to you Wednesday" he says before continuing his lesson. 

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The class passes slowly, like torture for both of them, they just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. They needed to talk about what they had done, but they were more than happy not to do that today.

"That's all for today, remember to turn in your next paper on Monday and get ready for the debate next month, see you all on Wednesday" he says to everyone as his class ends. Slowly the room starts to empty, but you can't get out as a hand grabs your wrist making you turn to see who it was.

"Y/N" Mike, the boy who had missed your date on Friday was standing there holding your hand "I just wanted to apologize again for not coming on Friday, I didn't mean to ruin your weekend kitten" he apologizes.

"It's okay, really, you didn't ruin my weekend" you answer politely.

"If you want" he says getting closer to you "We can reschedule, I promise I won't cancel this time" he gives you a conquering smile.

Tom settles back in his chair, moving his hands nervously across his lap. He didn't want to hear your conversation, but as soon as he heard no names being called he started to pay attention, he had no right to be jealous, you weren't his girl, but he hoped you wouldn't accept it, you deserved much better than that boy in front of you.

"Mike, I'm sorry, but I can't accept it" You say, trying to be polite and pulling away from him a little.

"Just a date kitten" Tom rolls his eyes from where he was sitting, did he not understand what no was?

"We better just be friends" you dismiss yourself before leaving the room.

"Girls" the idiot says before leaving the room.

TUESDAY:

Thomas only saw you once that day, talking to your friends in the hallways.

He felt your gaze on him, which made his heart beat faster, and when he returned your gaze you looked away, blushing at having been caught in the act.

As he lay in his bed that night, the memories came back, he was beginning to hate it. Avoidance and being avoided, the two of them should talk about what happened instead of pretending not to and acting like children.

WEDNESDAY:

You were pacing back and forth in the hallway, debating with yourself, trying to decide whether or not to go into that office.

This morning, as Tom walked around the room handing out corrected papers to his students, he left his paper on your desk whispering a congratulations before moving on to the next student. You saw the top grade written on the first page and a little yellow post-it note placed there saying "Meet me in my office at 18:00, please".

It was still 17:50, you could still get away from there and that conversation, but you didn't want to, as nervous as you were you knew what you needed to do. You knock on the door and open it just as you hear a "come in" coming from inside.

"You came" he says getting up from his chair and gives you a shy smile.

"You asked..."

"I didn't think you would actually come."

"I think we really should talk Mr. Holland" you says nervously looking down at her own feet so she doesn't have to face him.

"Mister Holland?" He asks "I thought i asked to call me Tom"

"I can't do that"

"I understand" His voice, there was something different in it, hurt perhaps.

A silence fills the room for a few minutes before he begins to speak.

"I'm sorry about Friday."

"Why are you apologizing?" You asks without understanding.

"I just...thought you..." He sighs walking over to stand in front of your desk, only a few steps away from you.

"I don't regret what we did" You speak as soon as you realize where your speech was going.

"No?" He finally looks directly at you.

"No, my God, I loved every part of that night" a small smile appears on his lips which fades soon after as you continue to speak "But that doesn't mean it wasn't wrong, we shouldn't have let it get to that point".

"I know it wasn't, I know...it was so wrong"

For some reason it was painful to be in that room without being able to touch him again.

"I really wish I wasn't your teacher" he walks towards you "To have met you at another time, maybe then I could have had you to myself, take you out without fear of anyone seeing us, hold your hand, kiss you" His hand caresses your face and you close your eyes leaning in to feel his touch more "I wanted so much Y/N, I wanted to make you my girl...I really like you"

"Thomas, I like you too..." You sigh, your heart aching with every word spoken "But sometimes liking isn't enough for two people to stay together."

"I know, and that's the part that hurts the most" He forehead rests against yours, both of you with your eyes closed, in-between sloshed breaths that were already mingling, Tom felt a tear run down his cheek, your mouths so close "Y/N..."

"Thomas..."

"Tom man, we are late, your brothers will kill us if we are late again" Someone says opening the door suddenly just as you and he are about to kiss. The two of you quickly walk away panting for breath trying to recover from the moment, Tom quickly wipes the tear from his face. A tall blond man that you had seen other times in the halls together with Tom looks at you not understanding anything.

"Am I interrupting something?" the blond man asks suspiciously.

"No" the two of you answer quickly.

"Harrison, this is my student, Y/N" Tom introduces the two of you, perhaps as a way to change the subject "Y/N, this is Harrison Osterfield, professor in the physics department and my best friend".

"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/N" He extends his hand to greet her " I have heard Tom compliment you several times, always saying that you are the best student in your class".

"My pleasure Mr. Osterfield" you shake his hand "I think he is just exaggerating a lot, anyway, I better go, I don't want to get in the way anymore, bye" you take your things and leave the room leaving the two men alone there.

"Wait a moment" He say to Harrison before coming after you.

He holds your wrist and makes you look at him, honestly he almost didn't care anymore that the two of you were standing in the middle of the empty university hallway.

"Y/N please" he says.

"Please what?" you say hurt "Do you want me to stay here? To fight for a passion that is doomed to fail? Something that could end my life at this university or end your career?

"Don't talk like that, we can make it work" he says hurt.

"I wish I was brave enough to try, I swear I do" you let go of his hand "But I'm not, it was just one night stand sex and as much as I like you I know that the sooner we get over it and move on the better, for both of us" you turn and walk away, leaving Tom standing there alone in the hallway with his hurt.

THURSDAY:

Your heart was still hurting. Last night you collapsed on your knees as soon as you got to your dorm room and let the tears finally fall, you were lucky you didn't have a roommate so you could cry all day long without having to answer questions about why you were so bad. And you cried until your eyes hurt, screamed against your pillow until your throat burned, let the sadness leave your body until you finally gave in to tiredness and went to sleep.

Tom was no better off than you, he spent the whole dinner with your family quiet while everyone else at the table talked, he wished so much that he wasn't in love with you, he wished it really had only been one-night stands, maybe then he wouldn't feel like he could die at any moment if he didn't have you by his side.

In different places, but sharing the same pain.

FRIDAY:

Tom looked across the room at you, his eyes red and his expression sad, it looked like you had been crying all night, and you really had, he wanted to go over there and hug you and tell you that everything would be okay, but he couldn't.

If they had thought Monday's class had been torture, this was something worse. Tom gave his class trying to avoid looking in your direction, while you couldn't pay attention to anything that was being said, you just wanted to go back to your room and cry some more. It was the last class of the day so you ran to your room as soon as it was over.

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

Tom was tapping his pen frantically on his desk, he should have been correcting his students' work but his mind was elsewhere and his head hurt like it was going to explode at any moment.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" Harrison asks, he was with Tom in his office and was starting to get irritated with his best friend.

"What?" Tom asks waking up from his thoughts.

"Tom you've been acting weird all fucking week, you spent the entire Wednesday dinner quiet a thing you don't often do."

"I don't know what you are talking about" he pretends to be paying attention to the papers in front of him.

"Does it have anything to do with that girl who was here?" he asks curious, Tom doesn't answer which only confirms Harrison's thoughts "Oh my god, it has everything to do with her doesn't it?".

"I really don't want to talk about it"

"You like her, that's why you're all emotional, because you can't be with her" Harrison speaks and Tom wonders when did his best friend get so good at unraveling his feelings.

"I had sex with her on Friday" Tom admits at once, his friend had already figured out pretty much everything so there was no reason to keep secrets anymore.

"WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THAT?" he practically shouts.

"Can you keep it down please, you're acting like a teenager, we passed that stage a long time ago and I don't want the whole campus to find out."

"I'm not the one acting like a teenager, you are, getting all angry and quiet over something that can easily be resolved" Harrison rolls his eyes as he states the obvious.

"She doesn't want me Harrison, she likes me, but she doesn't want me, she's scared and I can't judge her because I am too, this could destroy my teaching career and end her reputation here"

"Tom, isn't she one of the students graduating this year?" Harrison asked even though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah"

"Dude, she's graduating in less than 5 months and you're telling me that the two of you can't keep this relationship a secret for 5 months?"

"I..." Tom hadn't stopped to think about it.

"I'm sure you two can make it work."

"What if she's not willing to try?"

"You should at least try, Holland, go out there and fight for your girl" He encourages his friend.

"I think you are right, I will do it".

"Of course I'm right" He smiles smugly "Anyway, I don't want to have to put up with your sadness any longer" He says laughing.

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

It was almost midnight when you hear someone knocking on your dormitory door, you get out of bed and go to open the door.

"Thomas what are you doing here?" You ask as you see him standing outside, he walks into your dorm still without giving any explanation, you close the door and turn to see him "What kind of idiotic idea is this to come to my dorm, someone could see you here, how would we explain this?" You ask in an agitated manner.

Tom doesn't answer at first, he just looks at you, the baggy sweatshirt too big for your body, the hair tied back with a few strands falling in front of your face and the glasses on the end of your nose, and he can't resist. He walks toward you and kisses you, holding your face between his hands, his hands against your chest as you respond to his kiss, his heart beating hard in his chest and the sense of relief that he is kissing you again after what seems like the longest week of his life.

"I'm sorry" he says pulling away "I didn't come to do this, I just wanted to talk and..."

"It's okay" he fixes his glasses on his face.

"Y/N, I really like you, this is so stupid, I just... I want to try this, it's only five months until you graduate, we can make it...

"Tom" you try to interrupt him but he keeps talking non-stop.

"...to do this, I'm sure it wouldn't be easy at first and it's not the kind of relationship that's ideal or the relationship that someone like you deserves..."

"Tom" calls him again.

"But I'm willing to try, for you, for us, I want to try..." You kiss him again making him stop talking.

"I'm willing to try Tom" you say between kisses and he smiles "For us"

"I didn't think you would accept, I was already preparing myself for a no" you both laugh.

He sits down on your bed and pulls you to sit on his lap with each leg on one side of your body, he takes the glasses off your face and places them on your desk before kissing you.

"Damn, I missed that" he sighs between the kiss.

"It's literally only been a week" you say smiling.

"Really? It's felt like forever" he kisses you more intensely this time, his hands gripping your hips tightly making you move over his lap, the kisses slide down your face to your neck, you throw your head back.

"Tom" you say his name as a plea, his hands slide up your thigh squeezing you firmly.

"What do you want princess?" He asks with his head in the curve of your neck before leaving a small bite in that region.

"You, Thomas, I need you" you slowly roll over in his lap feeling his already hard length under you "please".

He smiles smugly at your response. Your sweatshirt is removed leaving you in just your panties and Tom lays you down on your bed placing his body on top of yours .

"This has been the most torturous week of my life" he removes the rest of his clothes and throws them on the floor "I couldn't get you out of my mind" he leaves a kiss on her neck exactly where he had "I thought about how I wanted to feel you again" the kisses descend to the top of her breasts and one of his hands grab her thigh wrapping her leg around his waist while the other goes down to her intimacy pulling her panties apart just enough for two fingers to touch them "That pussy is so wet, all this for me honey? "

"Yes, all for you Tom" he smiles at her answer before penetrating her with his fingers causing a quiet moan to come from her lips.

"Good girl."

"Your girl" you sigh ecstatic with pleasure.

"Fuck" Tom kisses you again, your words making him even harder than he already was "Say that again " he thrusts his fingers inside you reaching that wonderful spot inside you.

"I.Am.Your.Girl."

"My girl."

He had barely started and you were already so close, but he doesn't let you get there, teases you to the edge before stopping and doing it all over again.

"Please stop teasing me, I'm so close" you beg.

"No princess, I want you to cum around my dick" He says pulling his fingers out of you and removing your panties before turning you both over on the bed making you stand on top, he sits against the headboard as you rest your hands on his shoulders "now ride me like the good girl I know you are".

You sit on his member feeling him fill you completely, you both moan the moment you are finally together, standing still for a moment to get used to his size. Moving slowly until you finally get into a rhythm.

"So so good" he moans, his hand gripping her throat the way he remembered he had made her go crazy last time "So beautiful riding my dick" his other hand leaves a slap on her ass making her moan his name out loud as she throws her head, back rolling over in his lap .

"Tom I'm so close" you say as he gives you a push with his hips making his cock hit your G-spot, his hand making circular motions against your clit this time.

"Come to me then baby" he says and with a few more movements you are enjoying his wrist making you come next, your head falls on his shoulder and he spreads kisses down your neck as you recover from your recent orgasm.

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

You were wearing your shirt now, your head lying on his chest as he stroked your hair.

"You'll still be here when I wake up, right?

"Well this is my dorm so I can't leave" you say as a joke.

"I'm serious Y/N" he says laughing.

"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere" you smile fondly returning to lie on his chest closing your eyes almost falling asleep with his affection.

"Good, I don't want you to leave, I want you forever" he kisses the top of your head before falling asleep with you in his arms, no goodbyes this time.

#tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland smut #tom holland x you

[moonykiarchive]

I Promise you

post 44 / ???

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It happens on Wednesday. Taemin kind of prepared for it beforehand, but he didn’t say anything to Jongin, just in case he ended up chickening out.

Jongin arrives a bit late at Taemin’s this time & Taemin assaults him with hugs & kisses & they’re soon on the couch, cuddling while Taemin explains to him that his friends Minho and Jonghyun would really like to meet him if that’s alright (but it’s mostly Jonghyun because he can’t believe Jinki met Jongin before him, that’s so damn unfair) . & Jongin answers that sure, he can meet them & he also reminds Taemin that all of the other EXO members are waiting not so patiently to meet him too. Chanyeol & Sehun are the ones who keep reminding him of it. So they decide to do it soon. Soon. At some point. But for now, they just want to stay alone together & talk about silly stuff & cuddle.

It stays in the back of Taemin’s mind for an hour while Jongin talks to him about choreographies & songs & it’s only when Jongin sighs happily & squirms under him that Taemin decides to pluck up the courage to talk about it. (Ever since Jongin pulled him onto his lap the day when he first met Jinki, Taemin has decided that Jongin’s lap is his most favorite seat in the world & he doesn’t see the point of putting his butt anywhere else when Jongin is nearby. Why would he?)

“Jonginnie?”

“mhmm?”

Jongin’s hand is stroking Taemin’s lower back so very softly & Taemin has to blink a couple of times in order to remember what he wanted to say.

“I was thinking...”

“about what?”

“Do you remember the massage I promised you...?”

Jongin straightens up a bit & his whole face brightens.

“yes! yes i do! can i get it? can i get it right now?”

Taemin’s eyes are twinkling & he tilts his head at Jongin a bit & simpers:

“Do you want to?”

“really, taeminnie? you’d massage me right now?”

“Yes...”

“then let’s do it! yes! please!”

Jongin pushes him away to get up & Taemin is laughing behind his hand & then he takes Jongin to his room & his heart is starting to race a bit in anticipation.

Jongin stands next to the bed & looks at him with a shy smile & he’s shifting from one foot to the other.

“so i-... i take my shirt off?”

Taemin takes a long inhale & Jongin snorts.

“Yes, go on.”

“will you be okay?”

Jongin’s tone is teasing & he’s grinning & Taemin wants to punch and kiss him at the same time.

“Probably not, but let’s do it anyway.”

Jongin starts unbuttoning his shirt & Taemin isn’t sure if he should look or not but he can’t take his eyes off of Jongin anyway. It’s a bit silly, how Jongin looks shy and cocky at the same time. When Jongin’s shirt falls to the floor, Taemin is very much staring & his eyes are wide & his throat is dry & his fingers itch with the want & need to touch.

Jongin comes a bit closer & he takes Taemin’s hands in his and he intertwines their fingers & he’s smiling & Taemin is pretty sure he’s blushing because wow. w o w.

“taeminnie?”

“Mhmmmmmm?”

“are you okay?”

Taemin nods quickly & his eyes are still drifting back and forth between Jongin’s collarbones and Jongin’s abs.

“Can I-... just-...?”

Taemin’s voice faints to a murmur & Jongin lets go of one of his hands.

“what do you want to do?”

Taemin puts his fingers on Jongin & traces random patterns over his chest & finally presses two fingers against the little beauty marks on Jongin’s ribs.

“These two are my favorites.”

He’s whispering & Jongin can’t help but laugh.

‘your favorites?”

“Am I creepy?”

“you’re cute. a very cute fanboy.”

Taemin swallows hard & blinks & finally looks up to Jongin & then he clears his throat.

“So hum-... the massage...”

“yeah... the massage...”

Taemin squints his eyes at Jongin’s smirk but he has nothing to retort so he just pushes him until Jongin’s calves are hitting his bed.

“do you have some oil or something?”

“Actually, I bought this yesterday...”

Taemin is blushing a bit when he shows Jongin the massage candle he got.

“It’s supposed to melt into a moisturizing oil.”

Jongin can’t help but raise one of his eyebrows & he smiles.

“a massage candle? you really went all the way...”

“Shut up!”

“it’s cute!”

“It’s-... It’s literally a dream coming true, okay. Just let me-...”

“caramel scented?”

Taemin hides his face in his hands & he’s mumbling & Jongin laughs & he discards the candle on the bed to bring Taemin between his parted legs & he hugs him close.

“taeminnieeee~”

“I’m starting to regret all of this.”

“please don’t~ it’s gonna be nice.”

Taemin sighs.

“but it could get a bit messy with oil... should i take off my pants too?”

“Fuck, please don’t! ... Or do. I don’t know.”

Jongin is laughing again. He keeps laughing & the sound of it makes Taemin’s heart flutter every time.

“i’ll keep them on today, then.”

“Today? How often do you think I’m going to massage you?”

“i don’t know, but we won’t use the whole candle in one go."

“... Right. You could also return the favor though...”

“i’d like that...”

Jongin is humming & Taemin exhales loudly & buries his face in Jongin’s neck & Jongin strokes his hair.

“we should light the candle... it’s going to take a little while before it burns enough for you to use the oil...”

“Right.”

“what do we do while waiting?”

Taemin looks at Jongin’s idiotic smile & he rolls his eyes.

“We could make out?”

Jongin pulls him in for a long kiss & Taemin has to fight a little to actually light the candle before they forget about it. Then they fall onto Taemin’s bed and Taemin’s little hands travel everywhere; they stroke & grip & grasp & press & rub. There’s an enticing caramel scent invading the room & Taemin finds himself breathless quite quickly. Jongin tries to slip his hands under Taemin’s shirt & he’s kissing his neck & pressing him against the mattress & Taemin feels lightheaded.

Jongin is the one who stops them after a while, because the candle has burned for long enough & Taemin needs a couple of minutes & a couple more kisses along Jongin’s ribs (& beauty marks) before he comes back to reality & he gets up to fetch an old sheet to protect his bed & he ends up giving Jongin some very old sweatpants of his so Jongin’s jeans don’t get ruined. Taemin doesn’t look at him while Jongin changes his clothes but his heart stutters when he turns around.

Jongin is lying on his stomach & Taemin’s sweatpants are a bit too tight around Jongin’s butt & Taemin is trying not to whimper but it’s hard.

“i’m ready...”

Jongin wiggles on Taemin’s bed & his butt jiggles & Taemin can’t help the weird noise coming out of his mouth & Jongin giggles.

Taemin spills the candle’s oil on Jongin’s back & starts spreading it & it’s hot & Jongin’s skin is so soft under his fingers & palms & Jongin sighs blissfully & Taemin has to force himself into taking deep breaths. He squirms around and ends up sitting on Jongin’s butt & he pretends not to hear Jongin’s little snort.

“are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” Taemin simpers. “What about you?”

“i’m in heaven right now, thank you.”

Taemin leans in a few times to kiss Jongin’s hair & Jongin smiles. It’s quiet & Taemin is a bit concerned at first because it’s not like he actually does massages that often, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but he’s trying out a few things that seem nice & at some point, Jongin starts to sigh a little bit louder, then he moans & Taemin feels his whole body combust. He tries to apply some pressure to Jongin’s shoulders & he’s kneading Jongin’s ribs & brushing over his shoulders blades & Taemin is living his very best life right then. Maybe he’s already addicted to the feeling of Jongin’s skin against his.

“you’re really good at this.”

“Oh, am I?”

“mhmm... it’s so soothing...”

At some point, Taemin’s hands start to hurt a bit & he knows he should stop, but Jongin keeps moaning softly so he pushes through it for a little longer. But he eventually slows down & simply strokes Jongin’s back, from his shoulders to his lower back.

“Did that relax you?”

“yes... so much...”

“Is it okay to stop? My fingers are a bit sore...”

Jongin squirms & tries to turn around to look at him with a pout.

“really? you should have told me! of course we can stop...”

Taemin smiles & bends down to press a kiss on Jongin’s jaw.

“It’s alright. I was enjoying myself.”

Jongin turns around, with some difficulty, & Taemin has to move a bit as well to let him rest on his back & then he realizes he’s straddling a shirtless Jongin & his heart goes crazy all over again.

Jongin pulls him down to kiss him & he murmurs a thanks against Taemin’s lips. Taemin is rubbing a bit against him & Jongin isn’t sure that he even realizes what he’s doing... but then Taemin falls completely against Jongin & they both can feel the other’s slight hard-on. Taemin lets out a small whimper & Jongin kisses him hard. It suddenly gets heated & Taemin squeezes his thighs around Jongin's waist & his hands get lost in Jongin's hair & Jongin rolls them over & he's pressing kisses on Taemin's jaw, all the way to his ear. Jongin humps a bit against Taemin's hips & Taemin's moans in his ear sound like honey but he stills & kisses his way back to Taemin's nose.

“taemin..."

Jongin's voice is hoarse & Taemin shivers.

"Yeah...?"

"caramel scented was a good idea..."

Taemin freezes, then he starts laughing & he hits Jongin's head gently.

"I only have good ideas."

"so it seems~..."

Taemin breathes out & he looks at Jongin & Jongin is smiling gently at him & there's an unsaid feeling floating between them that makes their eyes shine. Taemin is still too shy to voice it out & Jongin is a bit scared of it. But he really loves how soft Taemin looks right now.

When Jongin goes to put his clothes back on, he messes up on purpose & grabs one of Taemin's stripped t-shirts, forgotten on his chair, instead of his own shirt & Taemin frowns at first, then blushes when he sees Jongin's grin.

"i'm taking this one hostage..." Jongin says & he kisses Taemin's nose.

"I suppose I'll have to wear yours then, since I don't have any other t-shirt in this whole house."

"yes, do that!"

Jongin taps his butt & Taemin snorts.

.

(Bonus: Taemin wears Jongin's so often after that day that Jinki has to forcefully pull it off of him to wash it & Taemin pouts the entire evening.)

#fanboy!au #my lovelies ♥♥♥ #here is a new post #sorry for the delay #i took a much needed little break #but i'm back now and i'll work hard #i hope you'll like this post ♥

[authorsnrz-blog]

The Accident: EP4~ The Judge

???: Oi.

Me: What the-

I twist around, virtually snapping my neck in the process. I wheeze in pain.

???: Over here.

I turn to the other side and see him. The member from the concert. No. The murderer.

What the heck is he doing here? That useless security guard was useless but not that useless to forget to lock the cell door of a prisoner. I mean... I did try to get out with the classic hair pin and lock trick... It didn't work though😩

Hold on. I'm getting distracted here.😑

How did he get in here?

I'm scared.

I don't remember feeling this scared since a long time ago...

Me: H-How did you get in here?

Member1: Wrong. The question is, how did you get in here?

Wait. Does he know something? If so, he needs to spill.

My eyes flare up as my turbulent state of mind remembers. What he did. To those innocent people. He's a monster. A real monster. Vomit trickles into my mouth as my body starts to shake with disobedience. I can't stop. It just won't stop. The sickness hurts. Everything hurts. Please. I can't be like this here. Why do I have to appear so weak??

You are weak.

That deep and breathy voice once again. I know I've had premonitions before. All coming from this hushed whisper. But it's strange. Almost as though something is speaking to me because... I know it can't be me. This voice isn't me... It's like someone gives me the premonitions.

You are weak.

No I'm not. I'm not weak. I can't be weak. I'll hide it; pretend this helpless, pitiful feeling isn't there. Wait.

This is the first criticism I've gotten from this voice.

The same voice that knew those thousands of people would die.

Knew... That thousands of people would die.

My face screws up into a knot as I suffocate the weakness in me. How dare this voice criticize me. How dare it say I'm weak. My face reddens again as I grit the sick feeling between my teeth.

I will be strong.

I will avenge those people.

And nothing will get in my way.

I look to the monster.

Me: ...What do you know?

Member1: That you were very, very naughty last night.

Me: Don't screw with me.

Member1: Well I wouldn't need to. Until you screw the nail on the head.

Me:... Stop joking around. What did I do? Tell me.

Member1: Heh. Well, you broke into the police station. That is, after banging your head like a crazy bi*ch on the door. Then you trashes the whole station, punching as well as pissing off god-knows how many guards in the process. After all that, you ended up in this cell.

No way. Oh shit. I really did have screw loose.

Member1: Shall I let you into a really funny secret?

Me: Funny you say. What?

Member1: You're gonna be chucked in with the other screw-loosed people.

Me: Wait, what?

Member1: Oh looks like you don't know. You're next stop tomorrow is the cray-cray hospital.

Me: I saw you kill those people. I'm not sick. I was out of my mind because of you.

Member1: Well the guard don't seem to think so. They think you're so crazy that it's unsafe for you to remain with your people.

Me: My people? What do you mean?

Member1: Haven't you guessed already? I ain't human like you.

So... It's true? I didn't imagine any of it? He really did turn those people into ash??

Me: What are you??!

Member1: Ssshh.

He puts his hand over my mouth tightly as I squirm underneath his grip. I can't breathe. Suddenly I hear footsteps from outside the cell.

Member1: Now now, Mei. We wouldn't want to give those guards another reason to out you in the hospital for longer would we?

I clench his hand and squeeze it until it becomes purple. He releases me and gets up from the floor.

Me: Your hand. It's like a human's hand.

Member1: Yeah. Like a human's. Remember that.

Me: Yes. Like a human's. You're a monster in flesh and blood.

Member1: How sweet.

Me: Why you-

Member1: See you tomorrow, Mei. I have to get something from here so I'll pop down again.

That's right. I need him to come back. He's the only way I'll be able to avenge my people, as he so happens to put it. I can't lose him. Until he's dead. I can't.

I look up again. And there the room was black and bleak. Like it was when I first arrived. The monster had vanished.

Until tomorrow, monster.

-Admin N

This is an ongoing story.

Will be posting every Saturday and Wednesday.

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#amnesia #fictoromantic #anime #story #romance #thriller #psychological #horror #demon #love

[deathcomesinallcolors]

This will be personal. I'm sorry.

If I weren’t on mobile, I’d make it a read more. As it is, you can scroll on by.

I honestly don’t know how much longer I will last in my mother’s house. I live there now with my parabatai and roommate, and I’ve been stuck here for two years. I graduated college two years ago and, left with nowhere else to go, turned home.

I was going to save up to move to New York City. I was going to be a private eye. I had majored in criminal justice, and all my best professors had been supportive. “E-mail me when you get there!” my favorite professor said, a sociology teacher. “Tell me all about your wild adventures.”

Six months passed by without a job. Finally, I started work at a DIY hardware store. I was paid pretty well. I hated it there, but I was meeting important people. Federal agents and cops told me I should apply here and there. The manager at an Enterprise gave me his card, said he loved my lively personality and that I should join their manager’s program. My manager loved me and pushed me to apply for better, permanent jobs within the store. She begged me to stay past my seasonal term.

Yes, I was a seasonal cashier. My term lasted 6 months, unless they decided to keep me. In truth, I worked dozens of jobs around the store that wasn’t actually part of my job. Running deliveries of paper towels and cleaning supplies and leaving my post to check if there was a refrigerator hiding in receiving, because the guys back there were always too busy to help customer service.

Despite the horrid work environment, it was a stable job. Everything was going well. I felt my life hit the rails and click as it slowly progressed forward. I and my best friend decided to get out of our parents’ houses and move in together. We signed for an apartment. I applied to Enterprise, where I mentioned the manager BY NAME and waited for a phone interview. Our lives were looking great.

Then the apartment place never let us move in. Enterprise turned me down. My job let me go without even mentioning my last day. When pressed, HR shrugged a wishy washy “Oh, we’re considering you.” They never called.

I found myself fighting the apartment manager’s secretary (as their manager was invisible and avoided everyone, even tenants), then the landlord company itself. They owed me $600 of security deposits and application fees, not even including $200 for the uhaul expenses made the day our contract said we could move in. They voided our contract, and this criminal justice student was going to take them to court.

They paid up, but we still found ourselves jobless and homeless. My roommate’s family was six states away. Mine didn’t want me. But I was stuck with them anyway, along with my roommate.

For half a year, they pretended to care. I got a job at Target. But no matter how hard I worked, my parents always said, “You should be working harder. We won’t let you stay here forever.”

It’s been eight months that I’ve lived in my parents’ house with my best friend. In that time, I’ve lost $2000. My mother promised to give me a food budget, but refuses to give me money for food, because she “doesn’t trust” me. She thinks I’ll use food money on games or pizza.

They no longer trust me. That has partly to do with my friend (they always blame a queer friend of mine to blame for my changes in belief–he is just the most recent), my sexuality, gender expression, and also…the fact I saved a mouse.

After a long day at my hardware store job, I walked out into the parking lot, only to find a gray speck scurrying around the lot. I approached cautiously. It was a baby mouse, only a few days old. Its eyes were barely open. It must have wandered away from the hay bales we sold not twenty feet away, along with its little hay mouse family.

I rushed to my car–my mom’s car–retrieved an old pair of garage gloves, and chased it around the lot. Finally, I scooped it up, placed it in an upended plastic bin from the car, and drove to a pet store. I got it a turtle cage and all its little baby mousie necessities. I then snuck it upstairs.

A few days later, my mother stepped foot into my room and found the mouse cage sitting there, on the floor. She dropped a book on top of the cage to “keep it closed”, covering the breathing holes and nearly suffocating the poor dear. I came home to a very quiet, terrified mouse.

They tried to toss it out. They tried to toss ME out. I called their bluff. I refused to kill this helpless creature, this small, baby animal that would die without my care.

So I nursed it. I bathed it with Dawn. And after much pictures to my parabatai and his vet mother, I named her Eleven. Named for the days she survived before I found her.

My mother screamed it would give us all diseases and died. From its urine, from its fur, from its very air. I showed her links to medical websites, disproving all of this. I showed her texts from my friend’s vet mom. I debunked every single argument, but still she shrieked and cried and screamed. The moment I raised my voice in defense, she stomped to her feet and thrust her face in mine. Threatened to hit me. To throw me on the streets. My fists shook at my sides with anger and fear. But still I held my ground. I would not kill this small animal.

And that was before I brought home a trans gay boy to live with me. And the two stray secret kittens we saved from our local rescue. And his bunny and bird we brought from his family’s home.

Maybe I don’t deserve their trust. But I do deserve to eat. I deserve to live.

Today, I approached my mother about our food budget. Way back with our failed apartment expedition, The Deer Run, she had promised to give us a $200 monthly food budget. To help out. Instead, while we’ve been living here, she saves all our receipts and, 3 months later, pays us back for certain food items. Anything she pays us for, before she even pays us, is free game. It’s food for the house, not for us. Because if she pays for it, and it’s her house, she and the family gets to use it. That’s fair. IF SHE WOULD PAY US BEFORE WE RUN OUT OF MONEY.

I asked her if she could give is that stipend instead of…this. I channeled Gansey, reasoned with her. Offered multiple solutions so we can better budget our food spending, because…if we don’t know when and how much we’ll be paid, we don’t know what we can afford. And if she keeps the receipts, we don’t know what we’ve spent.

Instead, she talks over me. Accuses us of “living in the lap of luxury.” She outright refuses to give us grocery money for when they’ll be in Honolulu for two weeks, because we might “spend it all on video games and pizza.” Pizza. Really? Even foregoing the obvious fact that if we run out of money, that’s OUR PROBLEM, pizza is definitely food the last time I checked.

She said she wants to know what we’re buying, always, because she doesn’t trust us. Me. “I don’t care,” I told her, “ You can have all the receipts. I just want to eat.”

“You can eat anything in this house,” she laughs hysterically. “Everything here is open to you.”

Condiments. Chips. Clam soup that would make me vomit. And…pounds and pounds of frozen chicken far past due. Yeah. Thanks.

“We don’t really like anything you stock. You don’t even get spaghettios and ravioli, except when we ask you to. But if you’re going to pay for it either way, it’s much easier to get it ourselves than wait for you to go to the grocery store.”

Back up. Background. She once told me she’d go to the grocery store on Wednesday. Two days. Okay. I could handle that. We’d eat canned soup until then, and then I’d cook something decent.

Wednesday passed. Then Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday. We then decided to go out food shopping ourselves or else we would have starved. Actually starved. We hadn’t eaten in two days.

Never does she go to the grocery store on time. It takes her two weeks from when she said she would to get food, which she then buys in bulk. Which then spoils before she can use it. Bags of blueberries, bundles of asparagus, it doesn’t matter. All trash. And her cooking? I can’t eat that much grease and oil anymore without vomiting. Her meat is frozen for five months (the safe length is three) at 20 degrees. The highest safe temperature you can possible keep food is 0 degrees F. HIGHEST. It’s best when it’s -10 or -20. The 3 month length for keeping frozen food safely is at 0 degrees at the highest. She is 20 degrees above that.

It’s no wonder her gruel makes me sick.

“Once you’re out of here,” she said, heated, “you’re not coming back.”

“That’s just fine,” I stated. “That was the plan.”

I thought parents were supposed to look out for their kids. I never considered my parents abusive. But my mother is manipulative, controlling to 1984 degrees, and passive aggressive. Every time I step foot downstairs, she beats me down emotionally. My dad just sits there, beaten too, and lets her. When he’s even here.

This is the way it’s always been. But it wasn’t always this bad. I was a kid once. Once, she was loving. But now that I believe in a pantheon rather than her Christian god, now that I’ve come out as bisexual and trans, my mother doesn’t love me. And, behind closed doors, my dad agrees with her.

Once I move out–once WE move out–I’ll probably never see them again. I’ll still look after my younger siblings, though. But that doesn’t change the fact that my youngest sibling, Dalton, is home for spring break. That boy eats four helpings in a five person family. He’s the type of giant to make four sandwiches at once and finish off the loaf while he’s at it. He’s inconsiderate and unaffected. He laughs everything off, especially actual problems, just lets them run down his back because it’s not HIS problem. First come, first serve. Thin as a rail and tall as a basketball pole, all Dalton cares about is himself.

And he’s been drinking our coke. The only drink my parabatai drinks, and the only thing my mom doesn’t “reimburse” us for. When I bring it up subtly…

“Hey, Mom. Did Dalton drink our coke?” I ask conversationally.

I’m staring at the two coke bottles in the recycling. I know he has.

“Oh, yeah… I saw him make a rum and coke, so maybe.” She laughs. “We have coke, too. It’s all the same.”

No, I think to myself, fists shaking. No, it’s not. It is our money spent. Our money wasted. And he always eats our food. Without asking. While I’m cooking. Right from under my nose.

I haven’t cooked for a week.

My mother throws around the word “job” like it’s a magic word, but that doesn’t make a college degree any more valuable in this job market. All that matters is experience, and jobs won’t give me experience unless I already have it; this student with a job and essays to write didn’t have time or money for an internship.

Oh, did I mention Target let me go just after Christmas? While every store is firing people rather than hiring? I haven't had a paycheck in three months.

So here I sit. Alone with my family of parabatai, two cats, a rabbit, a field mouse, and sort-of-a-bird. I’m lucky to have them. Because I’d be dead and on the streets without them. I would have killed myself by now.

#personal