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kelieah · 3 years

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going on dates with arvin russell

request (summary): anon: I read one of your head cannons for Arvin the other day and loved it!! Could you do one with a drive-in movie theater where they get a little steamy or another one where they go dancing maybe the reader is shy about dancing and Arvin’s all sweet about it? I just love both date ideas and so much could happen! You don’t have to do either, I know it’s vague but I’m here for just about anything:)

anon: Hey Arvin x reader fluff just going on a date

word count: 1.7k

warnings: fluff fluff luff, lil bit of suggestive content

a/n: ugh the idea of going on a date w arvin fking russell during the 50s? yes pls,, and thank you sm doll! decided to do multiple dates bc yes. also yes i decided to make this a head canon bc im too lazy / busy to write out a whole ass fic, but this is still going to be a long ass head canon so ennnjooooyy i hope ehbejsf

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when you first met arvin you never thought of him as a romantic guy

but oh you were so wrong

so wrong

your first date with arvin was nothing what you’d expect to be

i mean

it’s not like you expected arvin to show up with two cans of beer and a carton of cigarettes

but you didn’t expect him to go all out either

you remember your first date with that damn boy like it was yesterday

he showed up to your house with a bunch of flowers

you could tell he picked them out from the park or something

but it was the thought that counted and it warmed your heart

god what a sight he was

all doe-eyed

face still mean as hell though

and pretty too of course

you liked to call him pretty boy and he called you stupid

anyway

his eyebrows were a bit furrowed and knitted together

but the look in his eye and the small smile on his lips

enough to make any girl swoon

“hey,” he said briefly, pushing out the poor yet lovely flowers in his hands

some were fully bloomed, bright yet dull

some lopping over

some dead

even a little bit of dirt and roots hanging from the end

but you could tell he tried

he tied a bit of woven rope around it all to keep it together

before you could speak he interrupted

“i– i know girls like flowers. but i couldn’t get you em fancy ones from the store cus. yanno. m’ sorry doll, but this is all i could get,” he held them out again and you gladly took them

“there’s no need to apologize, i love these arvin. thank you,” you smiled and leaned close towards him, kissing his cheek

his cheeks were instantly dusted with pink at your affectionate gesture

“y’ of course. my pleasure. well, uhm. if you’re ready, my car’s parked a bit down the road, cause you said your parents?” he trailed off, glancing behind you.

you nodded and giggled softly

“yea, they usually don’t like it when boys come over. but i don’t give a fuck,” you whispered the last part and sent him a wink

god he loved it when you cursed

he found it kinda hot he told you

he flushed and looked away, chuckling

“well alright, do you want me to wait in my car?” he stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking back at you

“yep, i’ll be out ina jiffy,” you said, about to turn the other way and put the flowers in a vase

“wait,” he coughed while taking a step forward

“yeah, arvin?” you turned back towards him

“you look real pretty,” he complimented you

it was then your turn to blush

“why thank—” before you said anything he turned around and walked off to your car

you always found him such an interesting fella

you giggled to yourself and retreated back into your home

he first took you on a long drive

which honestly scared you a bit

“you sure you’re not taking me somewhere to kill me?” you muttered and looked around

nothing but trees and road was in sight

“i think,” he replied blankly, one hand on the wheel while the other was on his thigh casually

you blushed at the sight

you weren’t sure why you found it attractive

but you sure did

“how reassuring,” you teased, catching a smirk beginning to curl at the end of his lips

he eventually found a spot and parked on to a hill, that looked over knockemstiff

the sun was setting and the town was dark

it looked absolutely beautiful

he got out of the car and soon opened your door, holding out his hand

you jokingly froze and looked at him suspiciously

“you sure y’ not gonna kill—”

before you could finish your sentence he pulled your arm towards him, holding you close

you let out a squeal and looked at him with a flushed expression

“no, i’d never. you hear me dumb one?” he cupped the side of your face

you blushed and nodded into his touch

“m’ only teasing. jeez.”

he chuckled and pulled you carefully toward the front of his car

“gimme a minute,” he walked off towards the back of his car

you smiled and leaned against his car, looking out at the stunning scenery in front of you

soon arvin came out with a picnic basket

he’d hear you before the both of you went on a date that you loved picnics

so of course, he had to take you on a picnic

it was so sweet

a basket full of sandwiches, pop, and some cheap snacks he managed to buy

with change, he scrounged all over his room, place, and car

the both of you shared your first kiss that night

“i’d genuinely never met a girl like you,” he murmured, looking down at you as lied across his lap

“well i sure as hell never met a boy like you,” you whispered and looked back up at him

you both leaned closer and closer towards each other’s faces

and then pure

bliss

your lips fit perfectly on his

his floppy hair that was surprisingly not hidden underneath a cap fell onto your face

he held your face so gently and you held onto his shirt like you were going to fall

you both kissed the night away

he’d never put so much effort into dates before

most of his past dates were sexual, but he didn’t tell you that until later

the more dates you two had, the better they got

now this one date you took him on

you don’t know how you did it

but you managed to get the poor boy to go rollerskating with you

and lord

was it a great laugh for you

as soon as the two of you rolled out into the arena

arvin was wobbling all of the place

you had multiple fits of giggles and laugh

“how the hell!” he grunted and continuously slipped

eventually having to hold onto the railing

“honey, you just glide y’ feet,” you snickered and held his hand

“yeah no shit. it’s like m’ a goddamn baby again learning how to fucking walk,” he muttered frustratingly underneath his breath

“awe you poor poor baby,” you teased and squeezed his hand. “just watch me lover, look at me feet. move with me, ready?”

he nodded and stared at you closely

you began to move your feet slowly, watching him as he watched you

“yes! see you’re getting there, slowly. yep. wow arvin, didn’t think ya had it in y—”

course

before you could even finish your praise

he let out a loud yelp while slipping, bringing you down in the process

you landed on his chest

he let out a grunt, holding you up before you could hurt yourself more

you both looked at each other in disbelief and burst out in laughter

it was moments like these where the both of you truly enjoyed each other’s presence

some dates were steamier than the other

the two of you were supposed to be watching the movie

while in his car and snacking

but of course y’all couldn’t keep your hands of each of other

his hand was already up your skirt

caressing your skin

while your tongues pressed against each other

your hand tangled in his hair

you felt his finger brush against your lower area and you gasped in response

yeah you and arvin had made out before

but it’s never gotten farther than that

so lil touches like that surprised you

“oh m’ sorry baby doll. did you not like that?” he pulled his hand away immediately

he cupped your face with his other hand and looked at you with pure concern

you blushed and shook your head

“no i liked it. i’m just scared, but you can continue. please?” you leaned into his touch

“okay, i got you,” he smirked slightly and pushed his hand back under your skirt

let’s just say

you saw fireworks for the first time that night

and not any typical fireworks

as the weeks went on

you and arvin were inseparable

everyday was a date and the both of you couldn’t be happier

one day he really surprised you

he got you and him tickets to some dinner and dance

“ain’t no way, you, arvin russell got these,” you looked down at the tickets in your hand

“gee thanks darlin’, but yes. i did get these, for us,” he stuffed his hands in pockets and looked down at the ground sheepishly

you let out a loud squeal that scared the hell out of him

you jumped into his arms and crushed his bones while hugging him

he laughed softly and held you up, spinning you around

honestly, you thought the two of you would just go for the food

for some reason you didn’t think he’d like the dancing

but oh were you wrong

again

“c’ mon beautiful,” he begged and dragged your hand toward the dance floor

“i don’t know about dancing baby, you know me,” you whined and hesitantly followed

“oh yes i do know you y/n. and i know i got you tied around my finger. so you know damn well you’re going to dance with me right now,” he said lowly underneath his breath, leaning close toward your face

his hot breath fanning your skin and sending chills throughout your face

cocky motherfucker

you huffed and glared up at him, “yea i know, i know.”

“okay perfect, follow my lead gorgeous,” he placed his hands around your hips while he brought your arms to snake around his neck

“n-now what?” you said awkwardly, your body still a bit stiff

usually he’d hate to do this in such a crowd but since you were there with him

he felt like it was just you and him

all alone

that’s always how you made him felt

like it was you and him against the world

“i got you. alright? just move with me, it’s just you and me. don’t focus on nobody but us,” he murmured softly and began to sway

you smiled timidly and swayed along with him

you kept your eyes on your shoes, afraid to step on him

“don’t worry about that, just look at me angel,” he reassured

you sighed and looked back up at him, “mk. since when did you dance?”

“mama taught me when i was a kid, she’d dance with me,” he confessed sheepishly

your eyes softened

“i love you,” you nuzzled your nose against his

his heart hammered in his chest at those three goddamn words

“shit,” he mumbled as his cheeks burned red

“w- what?” you said a bit panicked, about to pull back

he pulled your body closer and embraced you while pressing his lips against yours

you complied and kissed him back, smiling against his lips

he moved back and placed his forehead against yours, “i love you a lot more, flower.”

and right then and there

you just knew you were the luckiest girl in the world

to be able to be with someone like him

to be able to go on dates like these with arvin russell

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eyeless-cunt · 4 years

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Ej being w a sexual shy reader

prompt 9 (?)

I mashed all of these prompts together into one— I thot they would fit 😳 (however it’s a lil different uwu)

also i listened to ego death by Mieke while writing this it goes with it WELL, so you should listen to it >:)) ON LOOP

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Summary: Y/N is alone and not fine with it. Ej is alone but fine with it. They mix. Ej remembers that his love is not immortal like him.

Word count: 3.3k

NSFW: u h. yes. It’s pretty mild tho and very VERY soft

Warnings: mild depression, grief, loss of a loved one, EXTREME FLUFFY NSFW, mentions of eating humans, mentions of reader death, slight angst, very fluffy, ej loves reader very much

Tag List: @jouchann

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Y/n was always shy. She grew up quiet, she lacked presence. She never raised her hand—nor her voice. She was talked over and trampled on. She grew up with loving yet quickly fading grandparents. They tried to give her attention but the life was draining out of them and quite frankly they wanted to spend their last years in the arms of their loving spouse. She didn’t mind, she figured she would rather spend all of her remaining time with her significant other as well. Although she had always figured that something like that was nowhere close to her in the near future. Or further future to be honest. She was too shy and small in character to make a lasting impact on anyone, after all.

Falling in love with an immortal demon wasn’t something shy girls did. Outgoing girls did that, spontaneous and loud and adventurous. Those were the type of girls to experience this. Confident and sure of themselves. Shy girls met someone in a library, in a coffee shop, maybe on a park bench. Not in the woods at four a.m. sobbing about their grandparents death.

It was cold and dark and wet. Her face was wet from tears and wet from rain, her fingertips and lips were red and freezing, ready to burst. She couldn’t go back inside. Not yet, not now. It had been a week since their death, her grandpa dying of simply old age, her grandmother fading one hour after digesting the news and coming to terms with it. Her heart was simply too broken. Instantaneous heart failure. They left her everything. The car, the house, the money, the cat— their belongings. She didn’t want any of it right now. She had no other family, no close friends. She was simply not the type to make a lasting impact on someone.

She didn’t want to go back to that house. She didn’t want to see their things laying around, now her things. They were all she had, how was she supposed to go on, being alone? She hated being alone and lonely and alone. If anything, the woods behind her house was almost comforting. The feeling of being watched, which usually would give someone chills and paranoia—helped. She wasn’t alone, she would walk into that house and her grandparents would wave hello at her, they would be holding hands from their separate but close recliners, watching whatever new show they found interesting at the moment.

Obviously, that wouldn’t happen. But she still thought it, hoped. Which was why she couldn’t go back inside. It would make it too real, they wouldn’t be there, she would be truly alone. As long as she didn’t go inside to see for herself, they might be still sitting inside, waiting for her. So she couldn’t go inside, or they wouldn’t be there anymore.

It was colder then before, even though the rain had stopped. The grass was starting to freeze, the sun had gone down more than two hours ago. She sat still against a tree trunk, holding her knees to her chest. She was tired, it was cold out here. She didn’t know if her fingers were still red or if they had turned blue. She didn’t have enough energy to check. Animals scurried around her, as if they knew she wouldn’t do them any harm. They knew she was incapable, so they ignored her and roamed around freely.

Her eyes were closing and opening, closing and opening, over and over and over again. Her head swayed, but she fought to stay up. Would her grandparents still be there if she fell asleep? She didn’t know, so she fought to stay awake. Her body won over her mind however, and soon her body slumped over as she hit the ground, her arms still curled into herself.

🔪Eyeless’s P.O.V🔪

I felt kinda bad. I mean, this girl was just sitting in my woods crying while it was raining. Watching her felt like an invasion of privacy...but then again she was in my woods. It was only fair that I watch her to make sure she didn’t get into any trouble. How did she even get in? It seems that tall prick needs to up his game.

I was patient. I had lived a very long time, I had an endless amount of time to do whatever I wanted. I knew that waiting for someone or something meant nothing. However I did worry about her time. How long had it been? I figured pretty long when she slumped over onto the icy grass, sound asleep. Humans felt temperature, didn’t they? She would get hypothermia if this continued. I had already eaten. I wasn’t hungry. Being feral every once in a while really made you full as hell for a few weeks. The thought of more food grossed me out considering I had eaten so much. She was safe, for now. If she ever came in my woods again however, I wouldn’t be too sure.

So in a moment of rare kindness for something like me, I dropped down from my tree and crouched to get a good look at her. Was she a run-away? She looked young but...I sifted through her pockets. An old tattered wallet. She had a driver’s license, not that much else. Then again I didn’t really look, just wanted to find an ID of some sort. She was an adult. So homeless? No. She didn’t look it. So just having a mental breakdown? probably. I picked her up, and felt the cold in her skin. It didn’t affect me but it certainly made me worried-ish for her.

I didn’t know where to take her. Where did she live, where did she come from? I couldn’t just take her with me, could I? No, definitely not. She would scream and argue and thrash as soon as she saw me. Well, I guess I could just say I was a cosplayer. Of some...random obscure villian or something. If she didn’t believe it and thrashed and screamed then I would just kill her. Easy. Take her home, warm her up, take her back to her home, done and easy. I hadn’t done something this kind for someone I considered my food in a very long time.

I adjusted her in my arms, trying not to press on her her or hold her too tight. Trying to hold back strength was not something I had done in an even longer time, and I was not used to it. I’m not sure how long it took to get there, but halfway I noticed the blue of her lips. I took off my sweatshirt and pulled it on over her head, not bothering to stick her arms through. She would retain more heat that way anyways. I’m not sure if i’m warm or cold, so it was a gamble to hold her closer to my chest. I did so anyways and started to jog, wanting to get there before she died.

When we got there I immediately turned on the heat. My house had many functions I didn’t use, although it seemed they finally had a use. I closed all the windows and doors, and grabbed a few blankets the previous (now long dead—like over 100 years dead) home owners had owned and kept in a spare closet. I laid her on the couch, although I wondered if my bed would work better for retaining heat. I figured there was no difference and kept her there, laying blankets on her. She would probably need a warm bath, but I figured she wouldn’t want me to stick her in there for fear of her wet clothes. I didn’t see an issue with undressing her but I vaguely recalled a moment when I walked in on Jane showering. I didn’t see an issue, she hit me with every bottle in there.

I wasn’t sure of what else I could do for her, so I ended up sitting in front of her on the couch. It was a few hours before she woke up, but I was patient. I have time. I wondered if I would have to kill her or not. I wouldn’t want to eat her, so it would be a waste.

🔪Third person P.O.V🌸

She had a short dream. Grey skin, navy blue, hot tar leaking out of holes in the wall, screaming. A lot of fire and singing. Then she didn’t dream at all. When she woke up, she was surprisingly comfortable. Her back hurt a little, and was a little cold, her hands were a bit numb, and she was sleeping on a soft yet bumpy surface. She liked being wrapped in these blankets, but she couldn’t seem to free her hands. They were trapped in something and she was far too weak to move them very much. He was surprisingly amused. She didn’t seem to know what was restricting her arms, and she didn’t seem all too panicked.

He thought her look of frustration was funny. They made eye contact. Kinda. They talked, although they don’t really remember what about. It took a long time, they weren’t sure how long, but eventually they entered a mutual relationship. Falling in love with immortal demons wasn’t something shy girls did.

Yet here she was. Her head in the lap of an immortal demon who she was in fact in love with. She never did end up going into that house, she tried. She tried and tried but the thought of her grandparents not being there when she walked in always stopped her. She always somehow found her way back to Jack’s house. Over and over and over and over again. Somehow she found her way into his lap. He absentmindedly played with her hair, not sure of what was happening on the Tv. He only installed it because she was always bored when he was gone. He didn’t mind the noise, as long as it wasn’t too loud.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had last gone ‘feral’. It seemed crude to call it that, but technically that’s what he did. He planned on never getting into that state as long as Y/N was alive. Or at least around him. He hadn’t eaten in a week. He grimaced, knowing his last helping shouldn’t even of lasted him this long. He needed to go. He needed to hunt. But she seemed so content in his lap, and he knew he wouldn’t turn for at least another week if this continued. He had time. He could let her stay like this. She yawned, and looked up at him, smiling sweetly. He was sure he could feel his chest warm up his entire body.

She sat up and turned to lift up his mask, pecking him lightly on the cheek and giving another sweet smile. He never thought of humans as sweet creatures. But the woman in his lap was very sweet. Sweeter than any human he’d ever killed and tasted. Sweeter than the sugar water BEN had forced down his throat once. She was soft and quiet, until she opened her mouth. She had a lot to say then. He had time. He could listen. He could be patient. He would always be patient with her.

He wasn’t so sure how patient he’d be if he went feral. But swiped that thought out of his head. He wouldn’t go feral. He would hunt tomorrow—that’s what he decided. Sure she’d be by herself for a day or two but she knew the drill. He’d feel a bit bad as she clung to him, hopping he wouldn’t leave. A little guilty as he walked away from her as she held back tears. But she knew the drill.

He sometimes forgot that she didn’t have as much time as him. Forgot that one day she would leave this world and her human body would rot and decay into nothingness. She wouldn’t be sweet anymore. She’d be bones that he’d bury under a tree or some shit. He would pass her grave in a thousand years and he might not remember her voice by then. That thought sent him spiraling.

She would die. She was human. One day her life would end. The thought of him forgetting her voice, the way her kisses taste so sweet, the feel of her hands in his hair as a tv he didn’t give two fucks about droned on in the background. He didn’t want to forget. He never wanted to forget how warm her body was, the only temperature he’d ever actually felt. The only thing he’d ever actually love.

He didn’t want to leave her anymore. He hated leaving her. He’s never loathed anything more than being apart from her and knowing that while he was away, she was aging. She would grow old. Her bones would become brittle, and her eyesight would leave her. He would lose her and have to bury her in the ground. Cover her in dirt while bugs chewed at her corpse.

But he had to go. Or he would lose her even earlier, to himself. That would be unbearable. He would never be able to live thousands of more years peacefully if that happened. He might get over it, after how long. That made him hate himself. He looked down at her, her eyes trained to the Tv ahead of them. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, and when he pulled back she pushed foreward and caught him by the mouth. He couldn’t help but think about how sweet she was.

She pushed him back even farther, and he let her. Her hands pulled him closer, as close as he could get. She would never get enough of him, of how soft he was. His skin was soft, and so was his mouth. She was sure he’d never picked at the skin there like she had. A bad habit that made her lips bleed and harden. It made her self conscious, but Jack never seemed to mind. She was glad. She wasn’t expecting him to pull away and pull off his shirt. Sure, they’d gotten showers together and all that, but that wasn’t an action with sexual intent behind it. They’d never gotten that far. She assumed he never wanted it, or that she wasn’t desirable. Or maybe demon-like creatures like him just weren’t into things like that.

Him pulling her into his lap seemed to tell her otherwise. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. Her mind was a mess. Were they about to have sex? Did he want it? Did she want it? Of couse she did. But did he? Her hands shook, so she gripped his arms, a bit embarrassingly. He probably noticed. He kissed her forehead, sweetly.

“Do you want to?”

She practically gulped. She was incredibly nervous, and her anxiety kept reaching new heights. She’d never even kissed someone before Jack came into her life. She had never been close enough to a person before. This went from 0-100 in minutes. She nodded anyways, but he didn’t seem to believe her.

“Are you sure? You look pale. We don’t have to. We can just go back to cuddling and watching Tv. Okay?”

“No, i’m just nervous. I’ve never done any of this.”

“That’s okay. I don’t think I have either.”

“You don’t think?”

“I don’t remember much of my human life. I might’ve, but who knows?”

That made her laugh a little, even though it was a bit sad. She felt better, but was still nervous. What if He didn’t like her body, or he was grossed out by it? When was even the last time she shaved literally anything on her body? Probably at least a week or two. She was sure he’d find that disgusting.

“We really don’t have to. Especially if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to. But I also haven’t shaved it a while.”

He wanted to laugh at that. That was her reason? He thought it was silly, but if it was serious for her then he’d try to take it seriously too.

“I don’t care about things like that.”

“I haven’t gotten a shower.”

“I don’t care about that either, but if getting a shower and whatever else would make you feel more comfortable then you can do that, obviously. But I really, really, don’t care about any of that stuff.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am positive. It seems a bit shallow to really care about something like that. And I honestly find you beautiful no matter what form to appear in. I would still love you just the same if you were covered in dog shit. I wouldn’t fuck you until you got a bath...but I would still love you.”

He felt like she needed just the right amount of love and validation from him to feel more confident, and he hoped he was making her feel better.

“I love you.”

He smiled at her and replied back with, “I love you too.”

He decided not to add ‘more’ or they would get into a full verbal war over who loved and missed who more. It was endearing to watch her fight over it so seriously, but tiring when it went on for more than thirty minutes.

He kissed her forehead again, waiting for her to make the next move. He wouldn’t do anything if she didn’t want him to something. He tried to be gentle and caring with her at all times, even if he didn’t know what he was doing. Even if it was the opposite of his nature.

She moved a bit cautiously, and he thought it was cute. Her mouth caught his, and he let her lead. He didn’t exactly know what he was doing anyways, so he figured he might as well go with it. She never sped up, so he didn’t either. She pulled off her clothes slowly, and still a bit nervously. He asked her again if she was sure. And she said yes, and kissed him harder.

He waited till she seemed more comfortable, then picked her up and carried her to the bed. The couch looked uncomfortable to her, and he didn’t want that to be a factor in her nervousness. She felt so soft, and he briefly wondered what he did to deserve this. This sweetness.

She held him closer to her, wrapping her legs against his waist. She had the quick thought that even his waist was perfect, and that that wasn’t really fair. His grey skin somehow made him even prettier, and she continued to think that through the whole night. He was gentle with her, even at the cost of his own pleasure. To him, it was worth everything and more to see her writhe under him, gripping onto him like there was no tomorrow. Her nails dug into his back, and she apologized profusely afterwards, even though he absolutely loved it.

He wanted to watch her move like that everyday for the rest of his never ending life. He only focused on her, and the faces she made. She would try to hide her face in his shoulder, or with a hand, but he always pulled it away so he could see. He kissed her everywhere, touched her everywhere, and she returned the favor, even though they really both had no idea what they were doing at first. It was endearing to watch her do her best for him, and Jack thought he’d never need anything else if only he could have her forever.

One day, she would turn to ash. But until then they would spend every moment they had together loving each other beyond comparison. He would spend his every waking moment living for her, until she would live no more.

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peakyblinderswhore · 3 years

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DAY 12 ⇨ SMILE FOR SANTA

GENRE: Christmas!au, Fluff, a lil Crack

PAIRING: John x Reader (although it does include interactions with the whole family :) )

SYNOPSIS: After John convinced you to spend the day with the Shelby’s, you made sure that you were there to help with anything and everything you could. Except when it came to the family photo that Polly had suggested on a whim. Everything was getting a little bit more chaotic than usual and the family was more than struggling to keep in check.

W/C: 3.4k

A/N: *ugly crying* because i love john!! john deserved better and i’d happily die for him. *shouting* ENJOY! OR ELSE! also merry christmas :) also john doesn’t have kids in this scenario :D it’s safe to say i got more than carried away adn fell in love with this fic. it pains me to have to leave this world behind after finishing this.

merry christmas! joyeux noël! feliz navidad! meri korisomasu! (🇯🇵 rom)

After that cold afternoon in your house when John had convinced you to spend the day celebrating with his family, you had found that you had become incredibly anxious as the day neared. Last night, you had been running around, making sure that the food you had promised to bring was cooking before wrapping it up tightly, burning your fingers twice as you hadn’t waited for it to cool down.

John had given you some pocket money and you had spent the weekend deliberating between two dresses, having no idea which one would look better on you and which one would please Polly more. You knew she could be straightforward at times but you didn’t know if this translated over to what she might say about your appearance. In the end, John had blindly pointed at one and told you to buy it after getting frustrated about your nervousness but he kept insisting that it was ‘just like any other day with the added extra of strictly no business talk at the dinner table’.

When you finished stressing the morning of, John halted your never-ending train of thoughts when he knocked on your door, prompting you to open the door and make sure that you had everything you needed for the day in a flurry.

“John!” You breathlessly exclaimed as you swing the door open to greet him, “Please come in, there’s just a few more things I need to make sure of.”

Wordlessly, he wraps his arm around you, stopping you from walking away to whatever you were going to do next. “It’s one day; there’s no need to stress out,” he mumbles into your hair,pulling your back closer to his chest and winding his other arm around you.

You bring your hands to rest on his forearms, leaning your head back on his shoulder and breathe out, “I don’t want anything to go wrong… that’s all.”

John lets out a light laugh, “Have you met The Shelby’s before? No matter what you say or do or think is going to prevent a disaster from happening, there will always be something. I’m pretty sure last year it was Arthur’s drunk antics breaking things and the year before Finn knocked over the tree by accident which, in turn, lit up the rug as he knocked it into the fire.”

“Jesus… I’m not sure that helps my mind,” you say, wincing at the thought of Polly screaming at everyone as they put out the fire and attempt to save the rug and the tree, “Wait, is that where the massive scorch marks came from in the lounge?”

John loosens his hold on you, letting you turn to face him, his grin takes over his face, “You noticed? Pol’ tries to hide the scorches by arranging the furniture differently but we all know it’s there.”

“I was only trying to be polite,” you mutter, a small smile gracing your lips.

“That’s why she loves your company,” he leans closer, eyes flickering to your lips, “it’s one of the many why I love you.”

Your eyes flutter close and he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, not pressing for anything more. Turning your body to face him completely, you bring your arms to his chest, resting your palms on the breast of his coat before curling your fingers around the lapels. His fingers brush your face, rubbing soothing circles into your cheeks. It was a kiss filled with love and it made you melt into his body, knowing that no matter what would happen today, you would be okay and you knew that at the end of it all you would still have John to turn to.

Eventually, you pull apart, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, making you instinctively run your thumb across the bottom of his lip, enjoying how they looked when stained with your lipstick, “You got a lil’ something…” you whisper before pressing a kiss to his lips and pushing him away gently.

“I’ll go clean my face then,” he replies, moving towards the sink.

When you’ve decided that you’ve gathered everything you need for the day you make your way over to the Shelby family home. It was a brisk walk in the biting cold, tucked under John’s arm with your arms wound tightly around his torso for warmth as he carried the food you’d insisted on cooking to lessen the load on Polly.

John pushes the door open and calls out, “Pol’? We’re here.”

At the sound of her nephew’s voice bouncing off the walls, Polly appears, wiping her hands on an apron that was tied around her waist, a smile board on her face.

“Love! You made it; I’m so glad you’ve decided to come over this year. Could’ve used the company last year -- what with our Ada moving down to London,” she pulls you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek in greeting before addressing John, “and you, mister,” she raises an eyebrow, “I hope you’ve warned her about your shenanigans you like to pull on Christmas day.”

Amused, you turn to look at John, “Shenanigans? You never told me about any shenanigans.”

His face heats up, turning red from the sudden attention being directed his way and from the onslaught he knew Polly was going to let you in on. Instead he directs the conversation in another direction, “Ah listen yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand, “I don’t know…” he mumbles.

You decide to save him, resting your hand on his that carried the bags you had packed, “I made something so you don’t have to worry too much. Let’s unpack it.”

Polly grins, raising her hands in the air in celebration, “Perfect! I tricked Finn into helping too so he doesn’t accidentally light any trees on fire this year.”

You giggled, “Oh I heard about that one a little earlier on.”

Polly holds her hand out for your coat that you slip off of your shoulders, you quickly thank her before she throws it at John, “Hang that up, you little gremlin,” she playfully growls at him, “me and my niece have important work to be doing.”

He huffs in annoyance but does as his Aunt requested, pegging up your coats on her coat hanger -- something that she moved towards the front of the house when it came around to Christmas, knowing this might be the only day of the year that the boys actually stay long enough to remove their coats. She lets you lead the way into the kitchen, shooing you to stand by the table. Finn wanders over from the betting den, a spoon in his hand and a bowl tucked under his arm.

“Finn! Did you let Arthur taste some?”

He sheepishly nods. She lets her head fall back and her arms sag behind her as she groans, “I gave you one job! Don’t let Arthur eat the produce; it ruins the build-up to the main course.”

John shuffles into the kitchen and picks a chair to sit at, more than happy to watch you smile and be happy around his family.

You make your way about unpacking the food you had cooked while Polly scolds Finn. It’s not really serious scolding but it’s something you can watch from a distance, enjoying it. When Polly turns to go back to the oven, John gestures to Finn, encouraging him to move closer and takes the spoon from his grip. Finn’s eyes widen but he doesn’t say anything, not wanting to set Polly off again. John lets himself sink into the chair when he licks the spoon and you giggle at him.

Polly’s head snaps in your direction, making you squeak as you clamp your lips shut.

She eyes you before turning her attention towards Finn who had made his way closer to her, spoon mixing around in the bowl. “What have you made, love?”

“I made a crumble. I wasn’t sure if you were a Christmas Pudding family so I went for a family recipe instead. I also made some chocolates in case you weren’t a crumble family either,” you say, unveiling a baked apple crumble, still in the pot and a box filled with chocolate shapes, “I made the crumble last night but it can go in the oven to be warmed up later.”

John leans into you, hand reaching to pick up a chocolate but you slap his hand away, making his yelp, having not expected that. You glare at him, “Don’t be greedy. I know you had some while I went to reapply my lipstick.”

He waves you off, pretending to not know what you’re on about, making Polly laugh after seeing the scene that unfolded before her. Finn stands close to you, peering into the box, wanting to see what they looked like. When he saw them his eyes widened. You had spent the rest of your money on buying the best ingredients you could afford, not wanting to turn up with half-assed chocolates.

“Have one,” you whisper and nudge him with your elbow, “go on.”

“But…” he glances at John.

“Don’t worry about him. He gets to eat these all the time when I make them.”

Finn places the bowl down and gingerly picks a chocolate out of the box, making John burst out, “Hey! You can’t have any if I can’t.”

“Not true,” you counter. His mouth blubs like a fish. “Finn can have some since he’s never tried them before. Plus you get to eat them when I make them and you like to steal one every now and then when you think I’m not looking.”

John gets up and engulfs you in a hug that you weren’t prepared for. Polly moves the crumble out of the way and puts the box of chocolates on the side, not wanting any of this to get in the way, she smiles fondly at the two of you. He presses a kiss to your lips, to which Finn turns and imitates sticking his fingers down his throat and being sick, sticking his tongue out. Polly abruptly hits his arm, making him jump and rub it.

At some point Arthur walks in from the betting den while you and John are making a cock-up of the potatoes. By this point, you’re both mucking about while Polly sits smoking a cigarette at the table, occasionally telling the two of you what to do with something. Finn had run off to fetch something for Polly while she took a break.

“I thought I heard trouble brewin’.”

You spin on your heels, “Arthur!”

You drop what you were doing and greet Arthur with a bear hug, making sure to keep your hands away from his clothes in case you made them dirty. He lets out a chuckle and when you’re finished hugging him, “I almost forgot you were here. Were you finishing something up?”

He nods, “Finished now. Pol’s pleased she’s got me for the day now. It was urgent. Anyway, while you were busy, er, cooking,” he offers a skeptical look when he peers at John over your shoulder, you smile, shaking your head at this, “I pushed the table to the middle of the room.”

Polly looks up from her position at the kitchen table, “Did you get out the cutlery and the napkins?”

“Got Finn setting it up now -- Tommy rang. Said he’d be here soon.”

Polly scoffs, “Whenever that means,” she drags on her cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray on the table, “let’s start plating up.”

It takes Tommy less than ten minutes to arrive. He brings his smiling son, Charlie with him. Ada knocks on the door not too soon after in tow with Karl, a pleasant surprise for Polly who had explained she wasn’t sure if Ada was going to be able to make it on time if at all.

Polly dragged Tommy into helping her plate up the food and Ada pulled you to a side in the betting den, now transformed into the dining room with enough chairs to seat you all and some.

“So,” she drawls, “have you and John… y’know, made anything a little more official? Tell me there’s at least a bun in the oven! You two have been making puppy eyes at each other for years and have been dating for almost two.”

Charlie and Karl run around the table, chasing each other while Finn desperately tries to get them to sit down for fear that Polly will tell him off for not being able to look after a couple of kids on his own. You glance at Finn fretting over the boys and shake your head, smiling fondly before turning your focus to Ada, “Nothing yet.”

“Yet?”

“Well,” you begin, suddenly going shy, “I’ve suggested a baby. He’s more than happy to comply with that.”

Ada’s hands wrap around yours, something she tended to do right before whispering something that was supposed to stay between the two of you. “Personally, I think he wants you to himself for just a little bit longer,” she whispers, “and I cannot wait until we reach that fateful day… oh just thinking about it no--”

“Ada, where’s Y/N?” John calls out.

Ada releases your hands from her hold and calls him over, “Here, John. We were just having a catch-up since it’s been so long. Let’s switch, mhm? I’ll help Polly so you can talk to your girlfriend,” she emphasises the ‘girlfriend’ part, winking at you as she scurries away, her hair bouncing before she halts to whisk Karl up to help in the Kitchen with her.

John rounds the corner, scooping you up in his arms and spinning the two of you round. You squeal having not expected it but enjoying his playful mood. When he sets you down again, he rests his palms on either side of your waist, pulling you closer to him. You lean back, fingers wrapped around his biceps to keep yourself steady as you look up at him.

“What is it?” You ask after he had been gazing at you for a little while, “Is there something on my fa--”

He lowers his head, lips meeting yours as he begins to kiss you, keeping it soft and suitable in front of the young, wandering eyes.

When he pulls away he rests his forehead on yours, “What was that for?”

“I love you,” he simply says.

“I love you too,” you feel a warmth bloom in your chest, making your heart beat that little bit faster than usual.

“John!” Arthur calls, “Did Charlie tell you if ‘im and Curly were coming or not? I wanna know if I should bully Finn into setting up another two seats or if I can rest.”

John rolls his eyes, grasping your hands and lacing his fingers through yours as he leads you back towards the kitchen as Finn aids Polly with the turkey. “He said he was coming. He said he’d also bring the folding camera, to which I assume Curly is coming since most of the fun stuff is usually his.”

Polly looks up from setting the turkey on the biggest dish you’d ever laid eyes on, “Perfect; I think we should take a family photo. Don’t you?” She asks no one in particular.

Tommy sighs, “It’ll take too much time.”

Ada waves him off, “Nonsense, all the best photos are taken in a limited amount of time. Plus we’ll be able to get everyone in it, it’ll be a good experience.”

Arthur wanders off, not wanting to have too much to do with this conversation and mutters something about setting up more places at the table.

After a little bit of back and forth arguing, Charlie and Curly arrive, camera in tow. Charlie has a cigarette dangling from his lips and Curly brings you into a hug, leaving Charlie clutching onto the camera equipment.

“Curly! I’ve missed seeing your smile every time I pop by to see the horses,” you grin as he replies back to you, “where’d you get the camera equipment anyway?”

“Oh,” he begins, “Tommy thought it’d be a grand idea if we got pictures with him and his horse after it won at the races so I searched high and low for something to please him. Eventually I found this set up and got it under my ownership soon after. Tommy even pulled me into the photo since I looked after it mostly.”

Charlie scoffcs, “Curly, you’re the only one who cares for the creatures as well as you do. I don’t know anyone with a heart quite like yours.”

Polly comes over and pulls Charlie and Curly towards the dining room having them set up the camera at one end of the table. Yourself and Curly finish the conversation when Polly returns, informing you that dinner was ready to be served.

Everyone made their way into the dining room, a plate full of food to be served up each. Ada had scribbled out quick namecards, insisting it made it more fun and then there also wouldn’t be the argument from previous years about who gets to sit next to who -- especially with the younger kids now. Of course, you were seated next to John and you were sure that you noticed the seats were a little bit closer than the rest of them scattered around the table. Nevertheless, you made your way to your seat. John stood behind you, pulling out the chair to which you smiled warmly, not wanting to call him out on his manners that he only pulled out in front of his Aunt and instead enjoying the gesture.

When you’re all seated, Polly stands at the head of the table, hands clasped together, apron thrown away to the side somewhere and hair falling at her shoulders. “Everyone,” it’s been a tough year, I know that much more than you think I might. I’m thrilled that we could all be here this evening and I hope we get to experience this again for many years to come.”

The candles dotting the tablecloth illuminate everyone’s faces, eyes wide as you all wait for what she is going to say.

“While the food is still hot, let’s take a picture, eh? Curly, love would you mind setting it up and running back round again?”

Curly nops, jumping up from his seat, making sure everything was in the right place and the flash was on a makeshift stand.

“Alright,” he says, “the lighting’s a bit funny, so if you could all stand, it might be better.”

Slowly, you all rise from your seats. John’s hand rests on your waist so you move to the side to lean into his touch and rest your head on his shoulder.

He presses kisses to your hair, “You look gorgeous in that dress, you know?”

You lift your head to talk to him, “It’s the one you picked.”

“I saw,” he grins, proud of himself, “sorry it took me until now to compliment you. I was trying to calm you down for the first half of the day and spent the rest of it helping out around here.”

You shake your head, “It’s okay. I knew you liked it. You grinned and gave me a good lookin’ when I answered the door this morning in it.”

“You saw that?”

“How could I not?”

“All right,” Curly calls out, “I’m going to set it off now.”

“Kiss me,” you whisper to John.

He does.

Curly runs back to his seat, Ada rests her hand on Karl’s shoulder in front of you, Polly rests a hand on Arthur and Tommy either side of her, Tommy has Charlie in his arms. Curly stands proudly next to Uncle Charlie opposite you and Finn sits closest to the camera in front of his Uncle.

You almost miss Ada slapping Karl’s hand and shouting, “Those cookies are for Santa!” as the flash goes off.

It’s in this moment, that you know you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world right now.

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jimmythegirl · 4 years

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what’s in it for me?

Chapter 2 of Ion Turbine

part 1

Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: Force sensitive reader and Din cross paths.... its a real slow burn y’all

Warnings: violence , mentions of slavery, no smut now but later on

Author note: I just wanna say thank y’all so much for all the love chapter 1 got. Holy smokes, it really means the world to me. Also, sorry there wasn’t too much Daddy Din in this but next chapter is gonna be saturated with him dw.

When the world came back into focus you felt cold metal around you. As you came to you realized you were on the ground, your body was aching. Had you been hit? Did you fight something or someone? The mandalorian stood feet away from you, holding his blaster in one hand, the small green child guarded behind him.

“Get up and get out.” He demanded, moving closer, extending his blaster out as if to warn you.

You slowly pushed yourself up the wall for support before trying to hobble down the ship’s ramp. He moved up just inches behind you, the blaster pressed against the back of your neck. The touch of its icy metal sent a chill down your spine.

“It-it,” You began softly, looking back at the green child, “has a gift you know.”

The next moment your knees slammed against the rough metal of the ramp, ripping up your skin. Your wrist tried to take the impact but instead leaving you with bloody palms

“Who sent you?!” He kneeled onto your back, the metal plate on his knee digging into your spine.

“N-no one sent me?” You choked out, your face pressed against the ground.

You could feel the blaster pressing into your skull even harder. You scanned your surroundings looking for anything that might give you a slight chance at making it out alive. You could see a large crate back in the ship and hoped that you had enough strength in you to move it.

You closed your eyes, tuning out everything. The demands of the man above you. The birds beginning to wake. The wind blowing through the branches of trees. Everything.

Your arms were currently pinned under your body but you did your best to extend your fingers towards the crate. Pulling on everything in you to move it. You hadn’t used your ability in a long time but this was life or death and you knew you had it in you. You could feel the energy shift as the crate began to pull towards you. You honed in on that feeling and gave every last thing you had. Finally, the crate hurled towards you colliding with the mandalorian and throwing him off you.

He quickly got back to his feet but he did not try to hurt you again. He just stood there. As if in complete disbelief, looking back at the child who just looked at him innocently. You laid still on the dirty ground, trying to regain the energy to move.

“Did you-?”

You nodded, doing your best to sit back up. He disappeared into the ship, reappearing moments later with bacta spray.

“Give me your hands.”

You did as he said, watching quietly as he carefully sprayed your hands and knees. Your cheeks flushed as he helped you to your feet. You could see the beginning of morning peek through the trees. Your stomach dropped as you realized the amount of trouble you would be in back at the shop for being gone all night.

Once again you glanced back at the green child, trying to determine what to do. It seemed so foolish to walk away from another one like you, but you had to remember why you were here. You came to this planet for a reason. To this village for a reason.

You looked at the man in armor and then once again to the child as if to ask for permission. He gave a nod and you slowly approached the little green creature who cooed softly. Not wanting to end up on the floor again you opted out of picking it up and instead went to rub the top of its head.

The moment the two of you touched you could feel a force around you, connecting the two of you. The dizzy feeling was gone, replaced instead by something entirely different. This felt stronger, like your life force was merged to the little green one’s, creating something powerful.

“Are there more of you?” The modulated voice said, breaking you out of your connection.

“What?”

“With these powers, are there more that have them?”

“I have heard stories...but.” You walked back towards him. You looked towards the sky, seeing the shift in colors, “Shit, I have to go.” You hurried down the ramp quickly, collecting your things onto the cart.

“What?” He followed after you.

“I need to get back before my boss wakes up.” You began to haul yourself into the woods, as he quickly followed after you.

“Wait, I need your help.”

You stopped. He needed your help? The mandalorian needed help from the girl he almost just killed?

“You what?” You let out a sarcastic laugh.

“With the kid I mean. I’ve been trying to find where he belongs and you might be a start.”

“We aren’t even close to the same species, you do realize that right?” You finally turned to face him, arms crossed across your chest.

“He needs someone like him.”

You looked down to your boots, debating it. Anything would be better than your current living/work situation now, you knew that. But you worried about joining this man you knew nothing about, who just tried to kill you.

“What’s in it for me, huh?”

“I’ll pay, I’ve got plenty of credits.”

“Hmm, no, I don’t have any use for those.” You dropped the handle to your cart, slowly walking closer to him, “Are you getting off this planet anytime soon?”

“As soon as you’d like.”

“Teach me to fight and you have yourself a deal.” You pushed your arm out towards him as he did the same, grasping your hand in agreement.

“Be here by midday.”

“Yes, sir!” You said before heading off back towards the village, cart behind you. The anxiety and adrenaline filling your veins.

As you slowly made your way back up to your room above the shop your ears were met with angry beeps.

“Shhhhhh! You’re gonna wake the whole house up!” You half whispered half yelled at the droid who was ferociously bumping into your leg as some form of punishment, “I know, I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be gone so long.” You grabbed a bag and began to haphazardly throw things in, “We have to leave, ok lil bud, I can explain everything on the way.” There were only confused beeps that time, “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

You rummaged through your shelf, grabbing all your books. You knew you were bound to forget something but as long as you had these you could get through floating through space with the galaxy's most dangerous bounty hunter.

Once your bag was packed you snuck out to the refresher to wash up. Then threw some clothes back on and your hair back up in it’s usual style before heading down the hall to your room.

You stopped right before you stepped inside. Someone was in there, you felt it. At this point, your boss should’ve been opening up the shop for the day, so who was in your room? You took a few small steps closer before your eyes were met with the end of a blaster.

“Where were you plannin’ on runnin’ off to eh?” Your boss said, your packed bag in his unoccupied hand.

“I’m not going an-anywhere sir. I was just...just packing up some things to sell.”

“Ahh sell is it?” He smiled a practically toothless grin, “That why you were gone all night?”

You could feel the blood drain from your face. He began to shove you towards a back room in the house with nothing in it but a cage.

“Get in.” He laughed, and you did as you were told. He sat on a stool opposite the cage, the blaster still aimed at you. Honestly, how many times in one day can a girl have a blaster pointed at her?

“Don’t you think all of this is a bit of an overreaction, Nahdonnis, sir? All I did was pack a bag.”

“This is about more than that bag.” He walked up to the bars of the cage, “This is about you not understandin’ that I own you.” His dirty nails dug into your cheeks, the smell of his breath enveloping you and causing your stomach to churn, “Ahhhhaha but you’re gonn’ make me enough credits for one of those new speeder bikes aren’t you, pretty girl?” You felt sick, really sick now.

“W-what?”

“You heard me.” His hand slipped from your face to your neck, “So don’t go usin’ those mind power.” He hobbled back to his stool.

You nodded. Tears threatened your eyes as you came to terms with what was happening. You weren’t going to make it to the meeting with the mandalorian. You would have to leave soon and you were stuck in a cage about to be sold.

You sunk to the floor, accepting your fate. The exhaustion of a sleepless night and emotional morning getting to you as you curled up on the limited floor space available. You knew that once you were sold the possibility of no sleep was a real threat so you allowed yourself to doze off.

When you woke again your eyes shot open, you could hear something loud happening down in the shop but you weren’t sure what. Although it wasn’t unusual for customers to get rowdy so you didn’t think much of it and judging by your boss, with his hands down his pants, he didn’t either.

You couldn’t exactly tell what time it was but the windows that were boarded up had streams of bright light coming in that were not yet orange like that from the evening suns. It made your heart sink to know that the mandalorian probably already left. That your one chance to get out of this life was probably not even on this planet anymore. You thought about the little green child as well. How the mandalorian said he needed your help. Your heart yearned to help that little baby.

Suddenly there were shots heard downstairs. You quickly sat up. Your boss grabbed his blaster, eyeing the door as the house grew suspiciously quiet. The only thing you could hear was the heartbeat in your ears.

You could sense someone else was nearby. One person. Just outside the door.

The door flew off its hinge, your boss quickly standing as he held out his blaster with shaky hands. You slowly rose to your feet, confused as the mandalorian walked inside.

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ruined-roses · 4 years

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Walking on Wire - Part 3

summary - Cari’s memories of that night come back faster than she thought when she goes back to where it happened

w/c - 2.3k

A/N - lil bit of angst at the end maybe, smut that's about it (I'm warning you)

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When Sarah had bribed Cari into a day trip she didn’t expect to be driving from figure 8 to the cut. She watched as Sarah drove, the trees moving past them quickly almost blending into one and the coast barely seen through the greens. Having lived on the island all her life Cari, much like everyone else, knew almost everything about everyone. That’s just how it was, having an eye in everyone's life made it easy to know who to stay clear of and who to move towards but it didn’t always work out like that. Knowing things about people you haven’t even met caused more problems than not and Cari liked to avoid gossip, wanting to form her own opinions on people before judging them and her and Sarah shared that. The two girls had been inseparable since middle school, always there for each other and it’s no shock that they could read each other like a book; so Cari knew exactly where they were going.

“So, when are you gonna tell me why we’re going to John B’s?” Cari said across the car, Sarah only smiled in response when, knowing Cari was playing with her and how well they knew each other, and pulling up to the chateau Sarah turned to face the brunette.

“Ah, what��d you know, here we are” She looked over the house, the hammocks still hanging between the trees, the boat docked and ready to go for the day. Cari looked around her, taking in the place and her mind going back to the last time she was here.

The sun had set on the day when the pair walked up the porch steps. His hands were over her waist as he guided them up to the door, opening it and walking them through. Their lips joined and moving in sync, his tongue swiping over her lower lip, asking for entrance which she denied. He smiled against her lips, moving his attack down her neck, stopping below her jaw to nip at the skin, soothing it with his tongue; earning a soft gasp to fall from her lips. His lips moved further down, sucking on her soft skin before moving on to an untouched area. The two had moved around the room when he pushed her against the wall, causing her head to fall backwards against it giving him more access to her skin. She let short breaths fall from her lips, turning into whimpers the lower his mouth went on her. When he stopped at her collar he looked up at her, blue eyes staring up at her face. She had her eyes closed, mouth open letting breaths tumble out and her eyebrows her knitting together in anticipation. He didn't move, sucking on the skin there, making sure to leave a mark she would have to cover in the morning.

Cari brought her hands to his hair, tugging at the roots making him groan against her skin and move his head back level with hers. She connected their lips again, letting his tongue into her mouth to move with hers while his hands settled on her waist again. She ran a hand through his hair once more before pulling away from the kiss, her teeth holding his bottom lip slightly as they parted. Cari let his lips go and moved to kiss at his jaw, moving along it and down his neck she played with the hair at the back of his head, but he grew impatient with her teasing.

JJ moved a hand to find the door handle and pushed the door open. He tapped the back of her thigh, letting her jump and latch her legs around him, holding herself steady by his shoulders while his hands found comfort at the back of her thighs close to her ass.

He led them to the bed, stopping when his knees hit the edge of it and lowered Cari down, her back laying flat as he followed so he was leaning over slightly his face inches from hers. Cari moved backwards, finding a more comfortable position for them and pulled JJ down by his neck for another kiss. His hands wandered down to the bottom of her shirt playing with it before her hands joined his and pulled it over her head. JJ stared down at her, eyes scanning her chest, starting to press kisses against her.

“Beautiful” he muttered into her skin making a blush dance up her neck and onto her cheeks and she grabbed his face to hers, kissing him, holding their lips together while his hands travelled to the button on her shorts. He popped it open and slowly pulled on the zipper, looking at her for permission, to while she nodded. Cari let her head fall backwards onto the soft pillow, staring at the ceiling as JJ pulled her shorts down and off her legs. He tossed them to the side, and dragged a finger up her leg leaving goosebumps in his path, smirking up at the girl as she opened her mouth letting out a gasp.

JJ stopped his movements, sitting up slightly and pulled his shirt off throwing it off the bed and leaned down over Cari again. He smirked at her, planting a kiss to her cheek then moving down over her collar bones, in between her breasts, her stomach and then her hips where he stopped. “Is this okay?” he asked her slowly, pressing delicate kisses along the top of her underwear.

“Y-yes” Cari choked out, overwhelmed by the boy in front of her. He kissed against the fabric, moving further down again until he was level with her core. Cari’s eyes closed when he ran a finger over the fabric, humming to himself at the whimper that came from her lips. JJ pressed a kiss on top of her underwear, and held the sides pulling them over her hips and down her legs painfully slow. Cari’s breath had shallowed now, short pants escaping her parted lips as JJ neared where she needed him most. He left kisses against her thighs, leaving a deep mark here for her to find later.

He stopped his movement making Cari whine at him which he silenced with a hard kiss making her tug on his blond hair as his hands held her cheeks. He held her face when they parted, and when she nodded he moved back down between her legs. JJ was slow to part her legs even more, his hands holding her thighs as she squirmed for contact, which he gave. His tongue met her heat and licked up to her clit causing Cari’s hips to move against him only to be held down by his hands. The cool metal of his rings contrasting the warmth of her skin making her moan slightly. JJ took that as encouragement, moving his tongue against her, and then settling on her clit. He rolled the bud with his tongue, relishing the way she reacted to his touch, and applied soft pressure when she let a moan fall from her lips. Cari closed her eyes, letting her hands thread through JJ’s hair, pulling when his tongue flicked over her clit again. She felt his hand move from her hips to the inside of her thigh, tracing small circles against the skin while his mouth continued to work at her core with pace. He moved his hand and ghosted a finger over her entrance. He moved his mouth away from her, blowing cold air on her clit. She let a gasp, pulling the sheets into her hand and he went back to focussing on her clit for a few moments, JJ added his finger, gathering some of her wetness on it and then pushing one digit into her, smirking at the moans she made for him. He hummed into her core, moving his finger inside her, curling it upwards slightly. “JJ,” she whispered under her breath, “more- I need- I need more” she choked out between moans, and he added another finger, curling them both inside her making her moan and rut her hips but his spare hand was holding her down. Cari’s fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him towards her heat even more. Her legs started to tense slightly and she closed her eyes waiting for release but JJ pulled away with a wide smirk on his face.

His lips were shining with her wetness, his fingers still wrapped in her walls, as they pulsed around them, and he moved up to kiss her, moving his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself on his lips.

“What do you want princess?” his lips close to her ear, kissing below it and taking the lobe between his teeth. “Tell me what you want” his voice was deeper, dripping with lust and she whimpered at the sound.

“You, I want you J” she said, pulling his lips for another kiss, he moved his fingers again, catching the moan in his mouth and he pulled away, taking his fingers out and tapping them against her lips.

“Have to be more specific than that baby” he muttered, watching her suck her juices off his fingers, swirling her tongue around them, cleaning them of herself. JJ moaned at the sight, wanting her lips around his cock as he moved his hips over the bed, trying to get some friction.

“I want you inside me” Cari said after releasing his fingers with a pop, moving her hand down and over the bulge in his shorts. She slipped her hand under the waistband, feeling him over his underwear and pushed the shorts down his legs. JJ moaned at the feeling of her hand over him, and let her push his boxers down his legs as well. Cari watched, his face relax when her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, dragging upwards slowly, running her thumb over the slit drawing another sinful moan from the boy's lips. She started to kiss down his chest, towards his hips when he stopped her. Cari looked up at him, looking at his eyes seeing the colour darkened to almost black, seeing him with his mouth agape, his cheeks reddened slightly. “Do you not want me t-?” she started but he stopped her, pulling her over his waist, her legs on either side of him.

“Oh I do,” he said, sighing after the words left his mouth, “I don’t think I’d last and wanna cum inside you.” he moved slightly, leaning to the bedside cabinet and pulled out a condom. Cari took it from him, and rolled it onto his length. A giggle left her mouth when she heard his moan quietly at her hands against him, but it was stopped when he flipped the two of them over, his forearms resting on each side of her head. JJ lined himself up with her entrance and rested his forehead on hers, he stopped for a moment, “you ready?” he asked, Cari responded, pulling him down for a kiss, knocking the air out of both of their lungs.

“J, please, fuck me already” with that he pushed into her, both moaning at the feeling and closing their eyes. JJ waited to move, wanting Cari to adjust to him and she nodded, allowing him to thrust into her slowly. Sweet moans fell from her lips, sounding like music to his ears, with each deep thrust he made. She gripped his shoulders, pulling him down as he started kissing on her neck, panting and moaning into the skin there.

“Fuck, you feel so good” he grunted, speeding up slightly to reach his orgasm. Cari let her mouth fall open, gasping at each thrust JJ made into her, she dragged her fingered between his hair, pulling when he angled his hips to hit a spot deep inside her.

“Shit, J right here” she called out, muttering words for praise to him while he drove into her. JJ’s thrusts began to turn sloppy and faster, nearing his own release. He let his mouth open, moans and grunts leaving his lips while he moved inside Cari. His hips stuttered, slowing a little as he came, spilling into the condom and kissing Cari, letting his moans move into her mouth. After a moment he pulled out of her, whining at the loss of feeling Cari closed her eyes, but let out a loud gasp when JJ’s mouth was back on her entrance. He moved his tongue between her folds, circling her clit a few times. He hummed onto her, the vibrations sending her over the edge as her orgasm washed over her. Cari’s toes curled and she gripped the sheets with her hands trying to hold herself down and arching her back into JJ’s vice like grip on her hips.

She recovered from her orgasm, and JJ raised his head to look at her; her cheeks were flushed, lips open with short breaths coming out of them. He moved over her, planting kisses against the skin on her waist, moving up to her breasts, kissing around the fabric of her bikini and finally moving his lips against Cari’s again. This time it was soft and sweet, there was no rush, no desire for anyone or anything else, just the two of them in a blissful haze.

“What the hell is she doing here?” JJ’s voice snapped Cari out of her daze, she turned her head to meet his eyes staring at her with an emotion she couldn’t pin down. John B appeared from the porch step, walking forward to open Sarah’s car door.

“Can you just put that shit behind you JJ? And Sarah invited her so get over it.” He said to his friend across the car, JJ scoffed and walked back to the house to collect some things before moving towards the dock. Cari stepped down from her seat and followed John B and Sarah to the Pogue, stepping on and being sure to sit clear of JJ.

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spiiderwiick · 4 years

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Compared to the first day, in which they had a clown chomp on their hand, today had gone much smoother. They’d had the idea to set up a little blanket fort for her and later made many home-made circus tent jokes to themself. Patches had taken well to it and mostly remained in there, much like a cat hiding under a bed in a new home.

Wick had learned quickly that Patches had a thing about the idea of magic. She seemed genuinely unsettled by it. They found that odd given how clearly magic she was with her rainbow clown jelly, unnatural healing ability, not to mention the ability to get anywhere she pleased. They’d made a point to let anyone interacting with her know not to bring it up. At all. No magic allowed.

Patches had rediscovered her phone today and Wick had to very quickly come up with a mundane, non-magical reason that it works. They weren’t sure how old she was or what her current worldly perspective was, but they figured carrier pigeons and mailmen were a close enough analogy. She called it a birdbox. They nodded in agreement, it’s a birdbox.

Soon after, someone introduced her to cat videos, which thankfully took up most of the day, except for the parts where she ended up on a rabbit hole that took her to food videos and she started demanding fish and other tasty things. That was fine, they’d been wanting sushi lately anyway.

The day was winding down, the sun was setting and nothing had exploded. Wick wouldn’t ever truly let their guard down, not around Patches, but from the other side of the room, they were confident they could move quickly enough to outrun a baby.

They take a seat across from the blanket fort, leaning their back against the wall, “hey patches? you mind if i ask you a couple questions?”

Patches lifts the blanket curtain blocking the entrance to her lair. She doesn’t look terribly thrilled to be bothered, but since Wick has been feeding her, she’s willing to humor them, “What?”

Ah. They decide they need to tread carefully, “how uh.. how old are you? you seem kinda young to be out on your own.”

The clown narrows her eyes at them, “Dunno.”

Wick isn’t sure if she’s being difficult on purpose or if she genuinely doesn’t know. Even the Patches they knew was always vague with her age. They decide to try a different approach, “do you remember how many winters you’ve seen?”

“Winters..?” Her eyes drop to the floor in thought, “I think... Seven? I don’t like winter. It’s cold and there’s less food.”

Wick nods. Seven was a good ballpark, depending on the sort of critter Patches is, she might not remember her first year or two, most seemed to lose those early on. They’d hazard a guess at her being eight or nine. Still absolutely a baby, even if not a literal toddler, “yeah? yeah.. it’s not so bad here at least. what was.. what is your home like?”

“I don’t have one.” Her frown returns, “I never had one.”

They can feel their heart breaking with every little detail Patches reveals, and have to keep reminding themself about who she is when she grows up. Regardless of how they try to help her now, she’s almost assuredly going to return to her usual awful self later. They already knew the answer to their question, “really? what about family?”

Patches shakes her head, “I came outta an egg but I never saw another monster like me. I am all by myself.”

“then where.. where in the world have you been living?”

She crawls a little further out of her fort to sit on the floor, “Everywhere. I sleep in trees and in alleys and sometimes hide out in people’s houses when it’s too cold or rainy. Sometimes I can even get away with taking their food before they can catch me!”

Wick is only mildly perturbed by her sense of pride at that. They’ve read enough novels about kids on the run, on their own, “you just scavenge for food wherever you can get it, huh?”

“Or I hunt.” Patches lifts her head and those round pupils thin a bit into predatory slits at the thought, “I’m really good at hunting!”

“heh.. i bet you’ve got lots of practice.” Wick does not like the way they’re being watched all of a sudden, “you just hunt whatever you can catch, yeah?”

Patches nods, “I’m really good at catching rabbits and squirrels and birds and people and fish and stuff.”

Wick’s expression falls, “...people?”

“Uh-huh!” Patches doesn’t see anything wrong with this and hops up onto her feet in her excitement, “They try to hurt me sometimes, cause I stole food or something from them! They wanna do bad things but I don’t let ‘em! Sometimes.. They try to catch me cause they think I’m just a weak little kid but I show ‘em! And then I’m not hungry for a lil bit either!!”

Somehow, the news that she’s killing and eating people in self defense doesn’t seem to make Wick any less anxious, “w-well, that’s. not very nice of them at all, is it?” Oh they want to abort this conversation so badly. How can they leave?

“They say they’re good people cause I’m evil.” Patches is staring right at them with those glowing red eyes of hers, “Cause I’m a monster.. But you said I’m not evil.”

Goddamnit they did say that. Or something close enough to it. They choose their next words very, very carefully and slowly, “being evil is.. a choice. it’s something you choose with your actions, not something you inherently are.” They pause, “plenty of people who say they’re good and think they’re the purest person on earth do evil things.” And you Patches, have been choosing to do many evil things, even as a baby, apparently.

The clown seems confused by this, it looks like she’s thinking hard about things. After what feels like an eternity to Wick, she speaks, “You think I’m evil, don’t you?”

Yes, yes they do, but they shake their head in response, “i- don’t think.... i don’t think i know enough about your situation to judge whether or not you're evil.” They are growing increasingly anxious with the way she’s staring at them, “i think.. killing and eating people is wrong.. even if you are doing it in self defense, two wrongs don’t make a right. it’d be better to just.. you know. do something to get ‘em to let you go like bite them really good?”

Patches ears flatten defensively, “I’ve tried that!! They just get madder and try to hurt me worse!!!”

Of course she had, Wick thinks, she’d bit them pretty good when she was feeling threatened. She already had a concept of warning people to leave her alone. That last sentence did remind them of a question they’d wanted to know, and.. Maybe it would be a way to steer the conversation away from eating people, “hurt you? i’d heard a rumor you couldn’t feel pain.. which is kinda silly sounding to say out loud, it can’t be true, right?”

A rumor? Maybe this place wasn’t as far from “home” as she thought, if they knew things about her that she hadn’t told them. That did explain why the man the other night knew her given name, “That’s stupid. You’re stupid. Being hurt hurts. Who told you that?”

That was interesting news. Wick shrugs, thankful for their years of acting training to lean on as they improvise and try not to look too freaked, “some rando from the birdbox. guess they were full of it though. why would someone think you don’t feel pain?”

Patches steps back a bit and her long tail curls close as if she’s worried someone might try to grab it, “Cause... I’m a monster.. And when I get hurt it goes away... But it still hurts until it goes away.”

“you can.. heal yourself? that’s pretty cool.” Hm.. Maybe they should show her a certain movie, one they know she’s referenced in regards to her healing before.

“Cool..? You think that’s cool?” She sounds hopeful, like this is some of the first validation she’s received in her life. For all they know, maybe it actually is.

“yeah? i think all that magic stuff is pretty neat.” Oh. They said the M word. They are full of regret before she can even react.

At first, she doesn’t react, she just freezes up. Patches.exe has encountered a problem, would you like to end the program? When she does speak it’s quiet, barely above a whisper. Wick is afraid to ask for her to speak up because they don’t know if they want to know what she said. They don’t get a choice, “I’m. Not. Magic. I’m a monster. I’m a scary evil monster. I’m not magic.”

“hey- hey it’s- it’s okay. i’m probably wrong. it just- sounds like- something magical. it’s-” They’re at a loss for words. They don’t get it. Why is magic such a bad thing to her? Maybe they should just ask, “is.. why are you- why don’t you like magic?”

“It’s bad.” That’s it. That’s all the reply she gives them. It’s bad. Magic bad.

Somewhere in their terror, something clicks, “and you don’t.. want people to think you’re bad? or.. treat you any worse than they already do?”

The penny drops when Patches nods. She’s a product of her times. Magic is bad and scary and they need to burn the witch. She’s just as scared of the idea of magic as anyone else would have been from her time, and she’s magic herself.

“okay.. patches, i need you to listen to me.. magic- it’s. it’s just like monsters. it’s only bad if someone chooses to use it to do bad things. it’s not some inherently evil thing on its own.” When it doesn’t look like she believes them, they continue, only fumbling a little, “there is nothing evil about healing magic, for example. healing is in the name! it’s good, it’s healthy. it makes people better! i don’t think it’s even possible to do evil with healing magic”

They know it is possible because Patches uses her magic for evil things all the time. Or at least uses the knowledge that she can rely on it as an excuse to take normally life-threatening risks when it comes to ruining other people’s lives. None of that matters in this moment, talking to a kid scared of.. Apparently herself.

Said kid doesn’t look convinced, but Wick is opening new doors as they try to liken it to the monster conversation, “Then why does everyone say it’s bad? Why does it hurt more?”

What?

“hurt.. more?” Another nod from Patches. Wick is not an expert in magic, they didn’t even think magic was real in their world. Assuming Patches is from their world and didn’t hop over here one day on a whim, it would mean magic was real and secret and probably a lot easier to abuse that way.

“that.. sounds like.. someone really wanted to hurt you. maybe that someone was evil, or thought they were doing good by trying to hurt you. people.. don’t always like things they don’t understand. magic ‘n monsters both. it’s easier for them to call those things bad and be afraid of ‘em than to take the time to learn about them.”

While that doesn’t make Patches look any happier, some of the confusion and worry seems to fade, “Why aren’t you afraid?”

Because they’ve lived most of the past year in constant fear of murder clowns and baby murder clowns are a lot less scary, “i think.. if i’d met you a year ago, i’d probably be pretty freaked out, honestly, but i’ve met a lot of nice monsters recently, learned magic was real and not scary. it’s.. actually incredible. some of it really beautiful to watch.”

Wick can tell at a glance how full of doubt she still is, “why don’t you give it a chance? maybe you’ll be surprised.” They glance at their bandaged hand, “i have an idea.. why don’t i let someone use some healing magic on me? to show you that it’s not so scary and can be good.”

Bold of them to allow someone to use magic on them, she thinks, but better them than her. A short nod before she retreats into the safety of her fort. The red slit peeping out from the darkness is the only indication that she’s waiting for them to follow through.

With a small sigh, Wick pulls out their phone. Time to call in a friend.

#drabble #f2f #jpstandsforjustpatches #(( read more'd for length ))

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trashyswitch · 4 years

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Jackieboy Man’s Weakness

Jackieboy Man is being a show off...Marvin plans on giving Jackie a reality check by exposing his weakness. ;)

There were days when Jackieboy Man would become cocky. He would show off his flying skills as much as he possibly could, take people on little rides, and get his friends to challenge him on different things.

He had already been challenged to do certain things in a time limit to prove his speed, show off his highest jump, and show off how much speed he could make with his flying ability. However, Marvin knew something that most of the other egos didn’t know. Whenever Jackie gets distracted, his flying ability diminishes. You see, flying doesn’t take much thought. But flying at a certain speed/height takes lots of focus and determination. More often than not, Jackie forgets about this. So, it takes a little wake up call to help him remember that focus matters just as much as getting the job done.

As the day went on, Marvin started to come up with a plan. With some help from JJ, Marvin was able to learn how to make items appear in his hand at will. It took quite a few tries to get it, but he did eventually learn the trick. As a way to thank him, Marvin decided to tell JJ his plan beforehand, and let him have front row seats to the challenge. JJ's excited face was truly a sight to see. After some practice on his own, Marvin managed to learn how to manipulate the item in front of him, to wherever he pleased. After some more practice, Marvin felt ready enough to go ahead with the plan. Now, all he had to do was wait...

*A couple hours later*

Marvin was hanging out in the living room, playing with his deck of cards. From seemingly out of nowhere, a familiar gust of wind went by, and blew his cards right out of his hand. "Wassup Marvin, you adorable lil' sorcerer!" Jackie cheered, practically bouncing in front of Marvin.

Marvin sighed and rolled hie eyes. "Hi Jackie." Marvin said, slightly aggravated.

"Aww! Why the gloomy face? Did I knock the cards out of the poor magician's hands?" Jackie teased, squeezing his cheeks as he treated Marvin like a toddler.

Marvin turned his face away and used his hands to stop the magician's unnecessary actions. "Yes, you did. And since you knocked them out of my hand with your flying ability, you have to pick them up for me." Marvin ordered.

Jackie placed his right hand on his chest, and gave a proud smile. "With pleasure, your gracious majesty." Jackie replied, before continuing to fly. As the superhero flew around him, he picked up each and every card with unbelievable speed. In half a minute, Jackie had all 52 cards in a deck, and handed it to Marvin.

Marvin gave a small smile. "Thank you." He said, before taking his deck back to play with it.

"My pleasure, your kingliness." Jackie replied, making up a random word on the spot, to sound more devoted to his cocky role.

"Hey Jackie, I'm interested in something..." Marvin started, watching as Jackie lifted an eyebrow.

"What would you like to know?" Jackie asked, eager to answer just about anything.

"Do you ever get distracted during missions?" Marvin asked. Jackie put his finger on his chin, and tried to think.

Well, I have a few times. Like, distracted from my mission? Or distracted while flying?" Jackie asked, needing some clarification.

"The latter: Distracted while flying." Marvin replied, trying to stop his lips from forming a devilish smirk.

"Oh...Yes, many times. When I first started out, I used to get distracted by just about anything, and I would forget to focus on flying. However, I have practiced beyond what I need, to stop myself from making that mistake." Marvin said, confidence spilling out of his mouth as he spoke. Marvin finally let his smirk grow onto his lips, as his plan fell perfectly into place.

"Oh really? Have you proven this claim?" Marvin asked.

Jackie's eyes widened. "Uh-...well no..." Jackie confessed.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's test it out!" Marvin suggested.

"W-What? But, with what? How could we possibly test this out?" Jackie asked.

Marvin walked backwards a few steps, and held up his deck of cards. "Fly." Marvin ordered. Jackie did what he was told, and raised himself off the ground. "Now, I'm gonna throw some cards your way. If you can stay flying while these are hitting you, then you've beat the basics." Marvin explained.

Jackie nodded, and got himself ready. "Do your worst, magic man." Jackie said, risking it to seem confident in himself.

Marvin clicked his tongue. "You shouldn't have said that." Marvin sing-songed, before throwing his first card.

The card went right past him. "Whoa!" Jackie yelled as it went by and landed on the floor. Marvin threw another one, which hit his shoulder. "Ow! That hurts man!" Jackie yelled, rubbing his hit shoulder. A few more flew towards him. "What the- Stop! Hey! Marvin, I swear to the Christ above!" Jackie yelled, catching the last one with his hand. Jackie attempted to throw it back, but it only floated to the ground a couple feet in front of him.

"Ha! Even the cockiest superhero can't throw a card. How unfortunate." Marvin mocked, throwing another few cards at the superhero.

"Oh my GO-OW! You motherfu-AAH! My poor chest!" Jackie whined as his hands tried to defend his face from the flying cards.

"Come on, Jackie! We're not even through half the deck yet!" Marvin mocked, before throwing some more at him.

Every time a card hit the superhero, his body seemed to curl in on himself a little at a time. He was still flying, but in a ball rather than a straight line. This proved something to Marvin: He is more breakable than he lets on...After throwing a few more cards, he decided to place the rest of the deck onto the ground.

"Alright. I'm tired of using cards. How well can you fly when there's someone on you?" Marvin asked, before jumping onto Jackie's back. Jackie nearly lost focus, but managed to keep himself up in the air. "Is this comfortable for you?" Marvin asked.

The superhero below him, nodded. "This is fine. I can do this." Jackie replied.

"Okay. Try flying higher!" Marvin suggested. Jackie did what he was told, and tried souring up. However, with Marvin piggyback riding on him, it was a little tough.

"I think it might be a better idea if we did this outside." Jackie suggested. Marvin agreed, and let the superhero fly through an open window in the house. Once they were outside, Jackie turned himself into a horizontal position, to replicate laying down while flying. Marvin fixed his positioning, and got ready to strike. "Alright. I think this is much better. And you're not very heavy, so this'll be ea-aaAAH! Marvin! Be careful!" Jackie yelled, interrupting himself with a yelp. Marvin had squeezed Jackie's side while holding on, which was messing him up.

"What? All I'm doing is holding onto your sides!" Marvin argued, as his hands remained wrapped around Jackie's torso.

"I'm fine with you using my middle as grip. But don't move your hands too much." Jackie warned.

"What? You mean, like this?" Marvin asked, before lightly clawing at Jackie's sides for a couple seconds.

"YaaAA! Yehehes, like that! It's annoying! And distracting as all hell!" Jackie complained.

"Distracting, eh?" Marvin asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yes! Distracting! Hehehey! Gehehet your hands ohohohoff mehehe!" Jackie commanded, twitching and curling in to stop Marvin's evil fingers. However, nothing could stop him. Instead, Marvin changed his clawing motion to spider fingers. "Wahahahahaha! Stahahahahap it!" Jackie giggled, squirming as he floated in the air. In an attempt to knock him off, Jackie spun himself so that he was laying down and floating on his back. However, Marvin managed to hold on.

Marvin asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Marvin decided to give Marvin a break to breath and focus, while Marvin used Jackie's body as monkey bars to pull himself up onto the top of Jackie's torso. Believe it or not, Marvin was capable of climbing. He has had lots of practice from his childhood of climbing trees and walls, and was also part of his high school climbing competition.

"You'e planning something...I demand that you tell me what you're thinking!" Jackie accused. Marvin smirked and crossed his arms.

"Come on, Jackie! Don't like an element of surprise?" Marvin asked. Jackie clenched his teeth as he glared at the mischievous magic man. "Aww! Cheer up buddy. I'm not gonna hurt ya. Tell ya what: I'll let you in on a little hint..." Marvin said, before opening his right hand in front of him. with a flick of the wrist and a cloud of dust, Marvin made an object appear in his hand.

"...A feather? What are-...Oh...Wait, no! Marvin, I'm warning you! If you so much as touch me with that feather, I will fall onto the ground and bring you with me!" Jackie threatened.

Marvin squinted his eyes. "Would you, though?" Marvin asked, suspicious as to whether the superhero would go through with his actions.

"I...I can." Jackie replied.

”that’s right! You can, but you won’t! Cause the last thing a superhero wants to do, is injure the damsel in distress.” Marvin accused.

”Not if the damsel in distress is really the bad guy.” Jackie defended, glaring at the mischievous magic man.

”But you need the bad guy awake for interrogation! What’s the fun in interrogating a sleeping criminal?” Marvin asked.

”Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t leave him injure free.” Jackie defended once again.

”I guess that’s true.” Marvin said, putting away the feather, to give Jackie the idea that he was giving up. Jackie started to smile a bit. He’s falling for it! Marvin leaned into Jackie’s ear. “But you wouldn’t hurt a friend, would you?” He whispered, before shoving his hands into Jackie’s torso and squeezing.

“NaaaAAAAAAHH!” Jackie screamed, throwing his head back and laughing his heart out. Even though Jackie was fully clothed in his red suit, the thin suit didn’t lessen the ticklish feeling one bit.

“Wow! What a scream! You could alert the entire town with that scream!” Marvin reacted. Jackie tried to stop the man with his hands, but Jackie didn’t realize that lifting his hands would expose his armpits.

“Look at what we got here! An open opportunity! It would be a shame if I were not to take it!” Marvin thought out loud, before shoving his hands into Jackie’s armpits.

Jackie’s arms came crashing down, trapping Marvin’s hands in the process.

“Oh goodness gracious! It appears that my hands are trapped! I guess I’ll have to continue tickling here until you free my poor hands.” Marvin thought aloud, still wiggling his fingers in the spot for a while.

“STAHAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jackie shouted, squirming back and forth. Marvin started to notice that Jackie’s focus was swaying. He could notice this because Jackie’s flying body was starting to fall.

Marvin switched his tactics from wiggling on the armpits, to drilling his middle and ring finger into Jackie’s upper rib. Jackie’s squirming escalated even more! Bit by bit, Jackie’s focus was crumbling and bit by bit, his flying body would fall. The deeper he would drill, the more he fell. After a little more tickling, Marvin decided to give him a break so he could get his hands out. Jackie started to calm down, and realized just how much he had fallen.

“Thank you. Maybe...I’m not as invincible as I thought...” Jackie said, sighing.

“Hey! It’s okay to be a bit vulnerable sometimes. Everybody has to be sometimes.” Marvin explained.

“No, it’s not. I can’t be vulnerable. Not very often.” Jackie argued.

“But...why not?” Marvin asked.

Jackie sighed. “Because it’s not something people want to see.” Jackie started, before sitting himself up and fiddling with his hands.

“The thing is, superheroes are forced to be mentally and physically strong. They want us to keep up the reputation that we’re given, and never show our emotional and physical weaknesses. If we do, then bad guys will use them against us.” Jackie complained.

Marvin didn’t understand. Who was telling him this stuff?

“Who’s telling you all this? Who’s forcing you to hide your emotions?” Marvin asked.

“It’s not a who, it’s a what...and, the answer is society.” Jackie replied, biting his lip.

Marvin sighed. He never truly knew how much pressure Jackie was in. Not until now. Now, it sounds overwhelming and mentally draining.

“I uh...I’m sorry to hear that.” Marvin started, unsure of what to say.

Jackie gave a small smile. “It’s fine. But I do wanna know: can I get down now?” Jackie asked.

“Sure! Ya, go ahead!” Marvin replied. Jackie nodded and flew himself down to the grass-filled ground.

“I’m glad you understand. It’s hard explaining to some people how exhausting keeping up an ego can really be.” Jackie explained.

“Well...I want you to remember that despite your ability to fly, you’re still human. Humans make mistakes, and that’s okay. And one day, the world will see that as well.” Marvin reassured.

“You...you think so?” Jackie asked.

“Well, I don’t know if everyone will change their thoughts about it, but I know your close community will.” Marvin explained, pointing to the house.

Jackie turned his head towards Marvin and widened his smile a little more. “Thanks Marvin.” Jackie said.

“No problem.” Marvin replied.

“No, really! I rarely get this kind of advice.” Jackie explained, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

“Do you wanna know something?” Marvin asked.

“Sure.” Jackie replied.

“Wanna guess how I know you’re a human being?” Marvin asked.

“Uh...I walk on 2 legs?” Jackie attempted, laughing at his own silly guess.

“Nope!” Marvin replied, before lifting his hands. “Though we’re not the only animal that’s ticklish, we ARE the only animals that laugh when tickled.” Marvin explained, wiggling his hands in the air to tease the man.

“Aw cohohome ohohon! Nohohot thihihihis again!” Jackie reacted, already giggling at the wiggling fingers.

“Come on! I wanna try out more spots!” Marvin replied. Marvin placed his wiggly fingers onto Jackie’s ribs, and played them like a piano.

“Hehehey! Wait! Nahahahaha!” Jackie reacted, giggling and squirming back and forth to stop the hands as best he could.

Marvin smiled and start scribbling and scratching on the ribs, and in the gallows between the ribs.

Jackie gasped. “MAHAHARVIIIIIHIHIN!!” Jackie yelled, using his hands to push Marvin’s away.

“Whaaaatt? What could you poooossibly waaaannt?” Marvin teased, stretching out his vowels to make fun of his friend.

“LEHEHET MEHE GOOHOHOHO!” Jackie yelled.

“But why? You look like you’re having so much fun!” Marvin argued.

“IHIHI AHAHAM, BUHUT-“ Jackie started. But, Jackie couldn’t finish his sentence, because Marvin had decided to move his fingers up up up, to the middle of his rib cage.

“NONONONONOOHOHOHOHO! EHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!” Jackie shouted, kicking his legs to try and get Marvin off him.

“Wow! I think this might be your worst spot yet!” Marvin exclaimed excitedly.

“IHIHIHIHI’M BEHEHEHEHEGGING YOHOHOHOHOU! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!” Jackie shouted through his hysterical laughter. He was getting exhausted fairly quickly, and he was starting to feel tears of mirth build up on the sides of his eyes.

Luckily, Marvin noticed this and slowed his fingers to gentle tapping.

“Is that better?” Marvin asked. Jackie’s hysterical laughter had died down to comfortable giggling, and a big smile he couldn’t wipe off for the life of him.

Since Jackie was still exhausted, he couldn’t really talk. So, he nodded his head instead and soaked in as much air as he could through his giggling.

“Why ahahare yohohohou dohohoing thihihihis?” Jackie asked through his giggling.

Marvin smiled happily. “Because you were being cocky earlier, and it was getting annoying. I needed to remind you that you have flaws.” Marvin explained.

“Yahahaha...I dohohoho...” Jackie muttered, in an embarrassed tone of voice.

“But that’s okay. Again, you’re human. And, a ticklish one, at that.” Marvin mentioned, giving Jackie’s neck a little tickle.

Jackie let out a giggle and scrunched his shoulders. “Hehehehey!” Jackie said through his adorable giggles.

“You know, someone should try and fix that for ya. If a bad guy gets a hold of this information, you won’t last very long...” Marvin teased.

Even though Jackie’s face was already fairly red from the tickling, his face had managed to get even MORE red from the teasing! However, Jackie welcomed it and let himself giggle away. It’s been a while since he’s been like this, so he shouldn’t try to hide it...no matter how much he WANTED to hide it...

#ticklefic #lee!jackie #ler!Marvin #fluff

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foureoreos · 6 years

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Young, Dumb, and In Love

Pffftt just a lil bruise Halloween oneshot :)) Also on FanFiction.Net

Jay, was a dummy.

He was stupid for letting himself get roped into this whole mess in the first place.

It wasn't so much that he didn't want to go, because he did. He really, truly did, and what were the chances that an event like this would ever happen again?

But oh was he such a fool!

Especially because the party was at Cole's house.

Especially because he couldn't get the slightest feeling that he was completely overdressed.

Truthfully, Jay thought he had nothing to complain about since this was a Halloween party and he did come all decked out in pirate gear, a black eye patch slung across his face. But no one else was as dressed up as he was and that made him feel like a standout.

To top things off, he didn't want to be a standout. Especially not with Cole here.

Cole the boy who he couldn't stop himself from thinking of - the one who so generously offered to tutor Jay with his English homework; the one who ate lunch with him outside whenever neither one of his other friends dared joined him in the cold; the one who was constantly praising Jay for his efforts, at the same time teasing him for all his mishaps; the one who was his best friend.

Currently, Jay was standing in the corner of the room next to the snack table, fidgeting with his hands nervously. He didn't know what to do let alone where to hang around during a party when he was all by himself.

His friends had all ditched him.

Nya left claiming she had to keep tabs on her brother in case he slipped something up.

Lloyd had somehow managed to come up with the most blandest excuse ever. He even found a way to drag Zane away with him in the process.

And where was Cole?

The boy was mingling with other people far much cooler than Jay was. Though he knew Cole wouldn't give up their friendship for the world, Jay still felt his stomach twist and turn like a labyrinth every second he witnessed Cole interacting with someone other than his current friends.

Jay combed his fingers through his rough curls anxiously. What was he supposed to do?

He lifted his head, taking a chance and looking in Cole's direction.

His smile.

It made Jay's heart flutter wild.

And his eyes.

Oh, his eyes.

Even from far away Jay could pin that unique set of olive eyes.

Then for a split second did Cole turn around.

Their eyes met and Jay's cheeks grew insanely warm. And within that split second did Cole flash him a huge smile, one that made Jay's heart beat faster and louder. Most definitely louder.

Shaking, he quickly snagged an empty cup from the table, filling it with punch and turned around so that he was facing the corner.

Jay prayed silently that Cole wouldn't come over but boy was that a silly plea.

He muttered a curse under his breath at all this friends for ditching him.

He already looked like a fool for standing alone and awkwardly by the snack table, but turning around so that it looked like he was actually talking to the wall was just as worse.

"And why are you hiding in the corner, Captain Walker?"

Jay's breath hitched and he turned around briskly, the punch nearly spilling out of his cup, coming face to face with Cole.

His best friend was wearing a black, sequin mask of some sort - a masquerade to be exact - and only a mask. Everything else from the top down only consisted of a neatly tucked in white collared shirt, an exceptionally gold sequined ironed suit over it, and a matching set of black dress pants. Jay blinked stubbornly.

Gold sequins? That must have been expensive. But it still looked good on him nonetheless.

"You didn't really think you'd go unnoticed for the entirety of the night, did you?" Cole chuckled, helping himself to some fruit punch of his own.

"Er, I wouldn't say the whole night, but…" Jay bit his lip, wondering where he was going with that sentence anyways. "Forget it. You're not hanging with the others?"

"What? And leave my best friend to sulk in the corner all by himself? Ah, I don't think so, Jay."

"I didn't need the company, but okay." He partially lied, keeping his voice low.

Cole didn't hear and he leaned his back against the wall, twirling the cup in his hand.

"You know, I kinda feel underdressed standing next to you," Cole blurted out before chugging down his punch.

Jay squinted. Him? Underdressed when what he really should have been pointing out was that Jay was the one who was completely overdressed? A scoff escaped his lips unwillingly and he covered it up by clearing his throat.

"Seriously? Everyone here barely put in any effort to their costumes," Jay gestured to his imitation of a captain who was in love with the color blue. "This is super overdone."

Cole laughed, his eyes shining bright as he gave Jay a little nudge with his elbow. "Yeah, right. It's awesome, dude! I ran out of ideas and this is the closest I could come to a petty excuse of a costume. You know I was about to throw on a white sheet and just call myself a ghost."

Jay snickered. He surely was in awe, however. So what if Cole didn't quite appear to be fully dressed in costume? He sure did look breathtaking.

Jay cleared his throat suddenly. "So then, who, or what, exactly are you supposed to be?"

Cole simply shrugged, looking like he could care less about a costume title.

Jay pursed his lips together, fumbling through ideas in his head. "What about The Desperate Bachelor?" The words had slipped out of his mouth as quickly as they had poured into his head. Quickly, he scrambled for a cover up. "Or, or Dangerbuff?!"

Cole snorted. "The Desperate Bachelor? Where on Earth did you come up with that one?" Jay blushed furiously. It was only a thought that had been aimlessly floating around inside his head for days, maybe even weeks. "Dangerbuff? Hmm, like an alter ego?"

"Heck yeah!" Jay beamed, bouncing on his toes and eyes lighting up with excitement.

He watched as Cole adjusted his suit and mask, flashing a wild grin in Jay's direction. "I like it!"

A small silence fell between the two as they stood quietly, meddling with their drinks.

Cole's eyes flickered to the stairs for a brief moment. When he noticed how many people were gathered around it, a lightbulb went off in his head and he tossed Jay a sly grin.

"Oh, no!" Cole shouted, causing Jay to jump. "The wickedly handsome, Rocky Dangerbuff has been kidnapped by the infamous Pirate Captain Walker!"

Jay was sure that his face had turned as red as Kai's hoodie now.

"Where are you taking me?"

Jay blinked stubbornly, staring right into Cole's eyes. Where?

Cole leaned over, whispering into his ear, "Roof, let's go to the roof."

"… The roof… ?"

"Darn!" Cole shouted with disappoint, snapping his finger. Jay laughed at Cole's efforts.

"C'mon, dude, you gotta take me up there!" Cole rolled his eyes, huffing. "Besides, I wanna show you something cool."

His eyes flickered between Cole and his hand.

"There is no escape, Rocky Dangerbuff! To the roof!"

Without hesitation, Jay's arm lurched. His entire body flamed the second he grabbed Cole's hand, as he eventually led him to the door.

Once they were outside, Jay's hands instinctively wrapped around his sides and he hissed. "It's cold out here!"

"Suck it up," Cole cocked his head to the right for Jay to follow him. "My Captain," he added teasingly.

In fact, Jay did suck it up. But it wasn't the cold. It was the warm feeling of embarrassment and the giddy enjoyment of having been called, Captain.

He followed Cole around the house and to the backyard.

Cole reached between a small group of trees and pulled out a ladder, resting it firmly against the side of the house. Stepping back, he held his hand out before the ladder, looking to Jay.

"After you."

"Shouldn't my prisoner go first so that I know you won't try and run away?"

"Trust me, your prisoner isn't going anywhere," Cole rolled his shoulders back, "Besides, there's some backstory as to why you captured me in the first place."

"There is?" Jay slapped his face. "I mean, there is! Obviously… what is it?"

With a small shake of his head, Cole ushered him up the ladder. And Jay began to climb.

Cole smiled from below, arms across his chest in a confident manner. Once Jay made it to the top, Cole followed suit.

Except unlike Jay, he stopped about two-thirds of the way to push open a window. Sticking his hand inside, Cole snagged a fluffy dark blue coat and tossed it over his shoulders.

"Just a quick pitstop," he told Jay as he made that last climb.

Jay shuffled over to the middle of the roof, making room for his friend.

From the roof he could see tens of thousands of little dressed up children going door-to-door for candy. Oh, how he missed the old days.

"So, what was it you wanted to show me?" He asked, dipping his head between the shoulders to feel warmer.

As if right on cue, Cole threw the coat he had snatched from his room, over Jay's back. The pirate flinched, his eyes darting over to Cole.

"Did I say that? Oh," Cole chuckled a bit, taking off his mask. He set it down on his thighs, running his thumb over the course edges of the sequins. His head tilted to the right a little as another laugh escaped his lips and his eyes twinkled under the moonlight.

Jay couldn't help but grin fondly, holding the coat tighter around his small figure.

"I kinda… sorta just… wanted to be up here alone. With you." Jay could hear Cole stumbling over his own words. "Just the two of us."

Jay's eyes widened, looking to Cole with hopefulness. He really did?

"And, what was the reason I took you?"

Cole tipped his head forward, hair falling over his eyes. "Well, because you like me."

Jay felt himself choke on air. Had he heard Cole right? "W-What?"

Cole smirked, turning to face Jay's flushed face. "Captain Walker was a beastly little guy. He loved to joke around and pull pranks with his crew. Then one day, he spotted a poster for a costume party. At that costume party - where Captain Walker was able to sneak in without looking like a standout because of how well dressed he was - the Captain spotted Rocky Dangerbuff. They talked and the Captain felt himself fall in love with this Dangerbuff guy. So, the Captain begged for Dangerbuff to come with him."

Jay leaned closer, entranced in the story Cole had to share. He knew.

"And Dangerbuff was torn."

"Why?"

Cole paused for a minute, glazing over Jay's invested expression. "Because Dangerbuff liked him too."

Jay shook his head. What?

Cole only smiled, fumbling with the mask in his hands.

"You, are, such a dork, Jay."

Cole laughed, leaning back on his hands and pushing his mask back on.

"I-what?"

Jay shuddered when he felt Cole's fingers brush over the side of his face slowly. They were so… cold, but yet just a simple touch made him feel so warm. His fingers delicately tucked a lock of hair behind Jay's ear, exposing the side of his face to Cole fully.

He gasped when his head was forced to turn, locking eyes with Cole.

He lost all sense of where he was the second Cole's lips were on his.

Jay felt like every other little bother around him had melted out of existence and the world had stopped only for the two of them.

He couldn't think.

He couldn't breathe.

After seconds of feeling frozen, Jay kissed back.

And wow did he love every second of it.

He never wanted to let go. He wanted to stay this way for as long as he could. Just him and Cole. Captain Walker and Dangerbuff. Yeah.

Finally, after what felt like too short for him, Cole pulled away slowly, rubbing his thumb along Jay's rosy red, freckled, cheek.

Jay scrambled for words, but all that came out were tiny little squeaks and noises.

He felt pressured that he had to say something. Finally, Jay choked out, "I- I liked… that."

Cole softly laughed, admiring the way Jay was so dazed and out of breath.

"I liked that too."

But Jay kept bobbing his head with his mouth partially open, as if he wasn't even aware that Cole was talking to him.

"Wanna do it again?"

#lego ninjago #Ninjago cole #ninjago jay #bruiseshipping #fanfiction #au #halloween party

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avenging-fandoms · 5 years

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December 6th - Christmas {Cody Fern}

requested by anonymous: Celebrating Christmas with Cody and him being a lil confused Aussie because it's def different here then from Australia

*christmas isn’t different in aus than it is here, so this is just christmas w coco :)

“finished!” cody steps away from the tree, you wrapping your arms around him, his arms around you as you look at your decorated home. cody’s favorite thing to do for holidays was decorate, which was good because you absolutely hated it. you smiled at the beautifully decorated house around you.

cody bends down and picks up your kitten that was rubbing against his leg, that was now purring and nuzzling his head under cody’s chin. “see! even our son loves it! don’t be such a grinch” cody winked and you rolled your eyes, smirking a bit.

“i’m not a grinch, i just.. don’t enjoy christmas like others do. but your decorations are truly beautiful, coco. where’d you find them?” you two sit on the couch, and your kitten lays on cody’s lap.

“some are my mom’s, some are what i found in the store. american decorations are weird” he winks and you laugh.

“rude!” you hit his shoulder and he leans over, kissing your jaw. “now that you’re done, can we finalllllyyyyy watch ‘Elf’ since you’ve strangely never seen it?” your kitten jumps off cody’s lap, curling up on his bed in front of the fire and falling back asleep.

“hey! it’s not strange! i bet there’s a lot of people who haven’t seen it” he crossed his arms and you lean over, kissing the corner of his mouth. “hm. can’t be mad for too long when you kiss me like that” you kiss the corner of his mouth again and he turns his head, getting your lips. he holds your jaw, thumb on your cheek. you climb into his lap, the only sound was his soft grunts and the fire crackling. “can’t watch the movie with you on top of me, now can i?” he smirks against your lips, and you bite down on his lip.

“ass” you get up and he smacks your butt, making you giggle as you go to make hot chocolate. cody finds the movie, taking off his shoes and tucking them under his butt. after you finish mixing and cooling down the hot chocolate, you top it with whipped cream and bring it to the living room. you set them on the coffee table and sit next to cody, head on his side as his arm rested on the back of the couch.

he hits ‘play’ and you get excited. he chuckles, looking down at you. “you like this movie?”

“just a little”

cody shuts off the tv, looking at you. “well, i really liked-” he noticed that you were sleeping, and he smiled. he put the mugs in the sink, closed the doors of the fireplace, and unplugged the lights from the tree and hanging around on the mantle above the fireplace.

he scoops you up in his arms, bringing you up to the bedroom, your kitten leading the way. he sets you softly on the bed, tucking you under the sheets since you and him had already changed into your pajamas, pre film. he brushed his teeth and slid into bed, taking off his glasses and setting them on the nightstand next to his phone.

“coco?” you roll over and he immediately wraps him arms around you, and you relax your shoulders.

“i’m right here, baby, don’t you worry” he kissed your forehead and you buried your face in his chest, giving it a kiss. “goodnight, my love”

“g’night, cody”

and just like that, christmas was already here. cody woke you up like a little child wakes his parents, jumping on them and screaming “wake up, wake up! santa came!”

“god, cody, shut up!” you moan and bury your face in the pillows. he laughs and bends down, kissing you neck and blowing raspberries.

“santa came, baby” he bit down on your neck and you moan again, out of pleasure.

“oh? did he bring me something to play with? a new toy, maybe?” you roll over and run your hand up his chest, then scratching down.

“hm, it’s a little old, you’ve had it before, for over 3 years” you both laugh and he kisses you, pulling you up and out of bed. you tie your robe around you, both of you walking downstairs to the tree, where there were presents under the tree and things in the stockings.

“wow, coco, santa really did come! although, now with you, i think it’s only appropriate if i say satan, michael” you tease and cody whines.

“no! i said no michael jokes!” you laugh and hold his cheek, kissing his neck.

“i know honey, i’m sorry. let’s go eat breakfast then open presents, yeah?” he nods excitedly.

“cinnamon buns?!”

“isn’t that what we eat every christmas?”

after you two finish eating your cinnamon rolls, you take your mugs of coffee to the floor in front of the tree. you two separated the present, some even for milo. cody takes down the stockings, pouring them out.

"alright, rock paper scissors?” you two play this every year to determine who opens their presents first, so you don’t fight or miss out on one another’s reactions. you two play a couple times, and you win. “ah, yes!”

you first open milo’s presents, which were toys and a little sweater you put on him. you first opened the tiny box the sat on top the other presents, and you smile widely as you see what was inside. “aw, cody..” it was a necklace that had charms in it, a heart, a couple, a cat. “i love it” the rest of your presents were clothes you wanted or things he thought you would look gorgeous in, and other pieces of jewelry that had significant meaning. “i love them all, coco, thank you baby” you lean over and kiss him, and he smiles.

you basically got him the same thing, except his major gift was a new wedding band he wanted. his face lit up with joy, a smile never wiping away. “just.. holy shit! this was the exact ring i was imagining! y/n, i love it, and i love you!” he holds your face tightly and kisses you over and over.

“even if i don’t like christmas, you always make it better” you straddle cody’s waist, running your fingers through his hair. “merry christmas, coco”

“merry christmas, baby” he whispers and kisses you sweetly. you pull away and take off his old wedding band, then slipping on the new one. you kiss his ring finger, and he kisses your neck. “i love you so much”

“and i love you more”

#cody #cody x reader #cody x you #cody imagine #cody imagines #cody blurb #cody fern #cody fern x reader #cody fern x you #cody fern x fem!reader #cody fern x male!reader #cody fern imagine #cody fern imagines #cody fern blurb #michael langdon #ahs #american horror story

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kairoth · 6 years

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1-7, 10, 12-15, 18-24, 28, 30, 38-46, 49-52, 60-61, 72-75, 85-92, 100, 102, 104-114, 117-120, 124-127, 129, 135-150? Do whichever you want though.

hey! done on laptop so sorry if there are any mistakes

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

♥ my mum?? i think.

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

♥ definitely shy

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

♥ wellll soon we'll be going to see the two lil puppies i've gotta choose from and i'm excited about that!

4. Are you easy to get along with?

♥ i mean... idk?

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

♥ prob not

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

♥ hhh kind people. like, attracted to as in i'd date them... same thing pretty much but also i tend to fall for more dominant people.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

♥ prob not lmao. no one wants to date me i'm gross

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

♥ uhh my mum. last night. sort of.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

♥ literally every song by EDEN takes up my top 50.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

♥ YEA

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

♥ i mean sometimes.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

♥ it's not summer yet but uhhhh i'm gonna get a puppy!

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

♥ hhh our parents are friends and we're still kind of awkward friends? we haven't like actually had full conversations in a long time but we still hang out sometimes.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

♥ yea! but like,, not to where you get bubbles in your mouth cos bleh

20. Do you like your neighbors?

♥ a little! the people close to us are pretty nice. there's this one old lady across the way from us whose dog i used to walk. she let's me pick oranges from her tree and talks to me. it's fun! she's away from home a lot tho since her husband died.

21. What are you bad habits?

♥ rambling, for one. picking at threads for two. uhh, can't think of any more off the top of my head but there's definitely a bunch of other ones.

22. Where would you like to travel?

♥ i reallllyyy wanna go to Ireland. definitely some places in Asia and some more in Europe.

23. Do you have trust issues?

♥ yes.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

♥ sleeeeep. soon enough it'll prob be my puppy

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

♥ my cats and my mum. ooh and my aunt danni.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

♥ maybe! i'm pretty polyamorous tho and if i was in a relationship with more than one person it'd feel unfair if i only married one of them... so it'd be really cool if we could make polyamorous marriage a thing pls.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

♥ OOF. uh. just. someone who is kind and loves me and will take care of me, and who i can do the same for. someone who will put up with my clinginess and paranoia. someone who loves animals and hates people who abuse animals or kids or other people just as much as i do. someone who can put up with my quirks in general. i always imagine someone who, if we're separated and reunite, will let me run to them and do the hug thing where they pick me up lol. we can read books to each other and they won't get frustrated if i stumble over my words, we can share music with each other, cook/bake with each other, travel, see an animal and just coo over them together, watch horror movies even tho i hate them but it's ok because i have them with me. sorry long answer lmao,, i got carried away

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

♥ barnes n noble, hot topic just bc, and uuuuuuh that's it.

40. What do you want to do after high school?

♥ ideally i could do a gap year to travel. i might do a gap year and work so i can get money. i don't know if i can get into college, but my mum suggested interning for a local vet, even tho i'm not in medicine, because it's good to have that knowledge if i wanna own an animal shelter. it's a good idea so i might do that.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

♥ it depends. sometimes if you give someone a second chance they'll take it and stab you with it (metaphorically). it all just depends on what they did, who they are, how they are, how they feel about what they did.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

♥ i used to be super loud when i was younger. sometimes i am when with close friends. now, it could just be that i'm focused, or thinking, or comfortable, or sad, or sick, or upset. when i'm angry with my aunt bc she won't stop messing with me i'll go silent. idk.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

♥ sometimes!

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

♥ i'd like to say neither and outerspace. the ocean terrifies me. but so does outer space sometimes????

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

♥ depends on what's happening that day. if something exciting is happening i'll prob get up quick. and if i'm in bed cos i don't feel good then the thing that gets me up is like. the fear of disappointing my parents by not doing anything. or when like my cat is very insistent on needing something (like food or water or getting out of my room) and i don't want to be a bad owner and not get it.

46. What are you paranoid about?

♥ fff what am i not paranoid about?

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

♥ mmm... nothing i can really think about?

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

♥ black.

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

♥ oh definitely

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

♥ my appearance. or my personality. hm.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

♥ mmm... i won a fencing competition once. but like. it wasn't a huge competition. just a few little series of fights that our teacher was having us do.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

♥ nahh. i've gotten two detentions but never suspended

72. What colour are your towels?

♥ uhh the ones i use are white striped w green and pink.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

♥ there are two 72s??? oh well. uhh only one

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

♥ yea! most of them are just around me, the only two i actually snuggle with are my bbies teddy (a bear i've had since 5) and addi (a panda i got like two years ago?)

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

♥ uhh. maybe 30? or somewhere around there?

75. Favourite animal?

♥ don't make me chooooose

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

♥ never seen it

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

♥ hhh nemo. he's such a good little clever fishie. v mischievous tho

87. First person you talked to today?

♥ mum!

88. Last person you talked to today?

♥ uh prob gonna be my mum

89. Name a person you hate?

♥ trump

90. Name a person you love?

♥ syd ! my kitty

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

♥ uuuuuuuh nah

92. In a fight with someone?

♥ ? nah

100. How are you feeling?

♥ rn? pretty ok. i just finished my geometry course so i've only got three classes left !

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

♥ yes. my entire past. being born. like yikes

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

♥ yes.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

♥ yup

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

♥ ? who knows

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

♥ yea! i used to do lessons but i stopped

108. What should you be doing?

♥ rn? schoolwork

109. Is something irritating you right now?

♥ schoolwork

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

♥ definitely

111. Do you have trust issues?

♥ yes

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

♥ uh my cat i think

113. What was your childhood nickname?

♥ hb

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

♥ yea! my fave state to go to currently is maryland. i love the temperature and the landscape and the fireflies.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

♥ sometimes!

118. Do you like Chinese food?

♥ one of my faves tbh

119. Favourite book?

♥ oof. that's a hard one. uhm. we were liars by e. lockhart.

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

♥ yes.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

♥ no. lust at first sight, yea, but not love.

125. Do you believe in true love?

♥ maybe.

126. Are you currently bored?

♥ a lil.

127. What makes you happy?

♥ loved ones, animals, music, warm blankets.

129. What your zodiac sign?

♥ this is always a complex answer from me lmao. technically i'm a leo. but i was supposed to be born in october, not august. and i've always related more to scorpio (and pisces tbh lmao). so i always wanna say i'm a scorpio

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

♥ FF. IT'S SO DUMB I DON'T EVEN WANNA SAY. WORST TIME OF MY LIFE. sorry for caps

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

♥ closed

137. How tall are you?

♥ 4'11

138. Curly or Straight hair?

♥ on me? well long it's curly but it's short rn. it kinda still curls in some spots tho

139. Brunette or Blonde?

♥ naturally i'm a mix. or 'dirty blonde'

140. Summer or Winter?

♥ winter.

141. Night or Day?

♥ night

142. Favourite month?

♥ november

143. Are you a vegetarian?

♥ nahh. i enjoy meat too much

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

♥ milk chocolate is the only chocolate in my eyes

145. Tea or Coffee?

♥ mmm that's hard. i love earl grey tea but coffeeeeeeeeeeeee

146. Was today a good day?

♥ eh. i finished a class so yea

147. Mars or Snickers?

♥ snickers

148. What’s your favourite quote?

♥ ffffff idk tbh

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

♥ i am a ghost!!!

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

♥ there's no book close to me and i couldn't find my fave which is stressing but i'll do this before looking for it so i'mma just use a random one. book is we all looked up, by tommy wallach. "he marched into the school and took the director aside, explaining that they had a strict rule in their house - curriculars before extracurriculars."

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Bitty Drabbles 24

(This has come so far you guys, I’m surprised I haven’t completely lost momentum yet. be sure to check out @vex-bittys)

I was one hundred percent completely healed. It was official the morning Jay took my temperature and it came up normal. No lingering coughs or sneezes, and my throat was fine as a fiddle. Crim and I were overjoyed, though Jay was a bit on the glum side.

“Guess it’s time for me to go then. Hey, lil buddy. Just let Beige know when you’d like to try the whole living together thing, alright?” Crim’s brows furrowed for a bit, but then he fingerspelled something that neither of us were expecting.

“N-O-W?” We could both tell it was a question due to the expression on his face, and if Jay had eyelights, they’d probably outshine any Christmas tree at the moment. I wanted to be certain.

“Are you sure, Crim? You’re really ready for Jay to move back in here? Permanently?” Jay chuckled and gave me a noogie.

“Aww, if I didn’t know you any better, I’d think you didn’t want me here.” I rolled my eyes. He knew I wanted him back, I just didn’t want to make Crim uncomfortable, what with all the change in his life and all. Crim snapped his tiny fingers to get our attention.

“I’m ‘fingerspell’ S-U-R-E.” Jay fist pumped.

“Awesome! I’ll start packing and I’ll be back tonight. Thank’s Crim, It’s gonna be so great to come back and live with the two of you!” And with that, he was out the door. His parent’s house wasn’t far away, but he would need to wait for his dad to get off work to drive his stuff back. He hadn’t left with much, just necessities and clothes, so it would probably only be like three or four boxes. Still, I was worried. Crim was still staring at the door.

“You gonna be ok?” I sat on the couch and Crim crawled into my lap, stroking my fingers absentmindedly. I turned on the TV for background noise and He settled into the warmth I produced. WIth his hands preoccupied, he spoke verbally.

“Interesting. Funny. Nice. Loud, but nice.” I knew he was talking about Jay, and it was true. He might not think he was loud, but just put a difficult video game before him and he’d rage for hours. And funny? Well, he didn’t always try to be, but darn if he wasn’t. Nice? Well, that was a given. He did have a kind soul after all. I started stroking Crim’s head.

“Yeah. He might not always remember not to move so suddenly, but he means well. So, I’m guessing he told you lots of stories while I was bedridden?” Crim smiled and nodded, his red eyelights focused on me. Crim stated the names of my elementary and middle schools. I chuckled. Of course he would have to start at the beginning. What else was there?

“Well, let me tell you some stories of my own.” Crim’s eyelights shimmered and I began my little tales, each one a story Jay might not have said due to some dumb tomfoolery on his end. Of course, we both did some crazy things growing up, but one is more likely to say what dumb stuff the other had done, and so, I indulged.

Jay arrived as promised that evening and I helped him bring his stuff in. It didn’t even take an hour to settle back in, all his clothes back in their drawers and everything else placed back in its usual spot. Now came the issue of bed.

“Jay, you know you’ll have to be careful when we sleep, right?” Jay raised a brow. I sighed. “Crim doesn’t sleep in his little heated rock. That’s just where he stores his hoard. He sleeps in my hoodie pocket. Just, when you drape your arm over me, keep it above the waist so you don’t accidentally hit him.”

Of course I could always force him to sleep in the guest bedroom, but that’s not how we did things. We share the bed, and he drapes an arm over me, that’s all, but I’d rather he not smother Crim by putting his arms too low. I was already putting my hoodie on, and Crim was waiting on the table to be placed inside. I could tell that Jay understood the situation, so he also began to ready himself for bed. When we both settled down, Jay snickered.

“What, what’s so funny now that we’re both cozy?”

“Well, I feel like this is like a compromise.”

“For?”

“Well, kids, ya know?” I glared, though I knew he couldn’t see it in the dark.

“Neither of us are ready for kids, and you know that, but don’t think for a second that’s why I adopted Crim.” I could feel him put his hands up in defence.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it was just a thought that popped into my head.” I huffed, but turned around and settled down again.

“Go to sleep.” His response was to curl an arm around me and nuzzle his chin on the top of my head, an urge I never understood until I had the same reaction to Crim. I’m not sure if it was to leave a scent or something from ancient days generations ago, but it just felt like the right thing to do. I didn’t know if it was insulting or endearing that he felt the same way about me, but I wouldn’t question it. I needed sleep after all.

(Yo be ready for a surprise next chapter X3)

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thatsthe-gospeltruth-blog · 7 years

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The Pithos of Pandora *|* [Urania, Calliope, and Hades]

In which Urania gets what she wants...

@trip-downtheriverstyx, @calliope-hesiod

Want to catch up? Read in this order: Journey to Hell Saga w Helle Mother Blue, a Seph and Hades one shot in the underworld. Callie’s Nightmare Previous Callie/Hades threads, Ad Congregandum, ft. Callie, Howl, and Hades. Blue Lullaby, a Hades one shot ft. Cassandra. You Will Go, You will Return, Belle ft. Persephone. Aliquid Venturus Est, Callie and Urania. Obituary, Hades and Belle. Fate Comes Knocking, Hades, Belle, and Urania. Neque Lumen, Urania and Belle.

[tw for thoughts of suicide, thoughts of death, a Hostage Situation (TM), violence, threats, lil bit of gore--not a lot]

HADES: Today was Hades’ 21st birthday and he was going to open the Gates of Hell, find the Fates, and change his own. 21 years ago, he’d been born the ambassador; 21 years later, he was ending it.

He didn’t realize this until he waited on the path into the forest, which would take them, soon, to the Kohaku River, and then onward toward the Gates. He was alone, but would not be alone for long. He was meeting Belle here after she closed the shoppe for lunch. And Urania. And Callie. They’d come, one by one, then follow in his shadow to the place where shadows came from.

He wasn’t sure about this.

He’d been sure when he made the decision last night, when he stood with Belle and she told him no and he begged her, begged her (imagine that-- imagine Hades begging) to just listen to him. That he was tired and he wasn’t fit for this and he was done. He’d settle for the life of a medium, because that’s all he was supposed to be until the powers plucked him at random. Please, I want you to come, he’d said to her. I don’t want to do it alone.

He knew that Belle would bring her disappointment along with her. He knew that she disapproved. Maybe that’s why he felt like wiggling outta his own skin, the doubt seeping in. But this was right. Or-- even if it wasn’t right (because there was no right or wrong anymore, not to Hades), it was right for him. And the rest of the world too. The new ambassador would be someone equipped for the job. Good. And they’d be a secret to everyone, so they would have a chance to do it right from the very beginning.

He lingered on the path, reciting these reasons to himself. It didn’t feel like a birthday to Hades. It felt like his funeral. And he was-- almost-- relieved.

Eventually though, he saw Callie and Urania appear. Callie smiled at him from a distance; he couldn’t smile back. He cast his eyes behind them, then glanced down at his watch. Belle still wasn’t here though she should be.

“We’ve got to wait for Belle,” he informed both Urania and Callie when they arrived. As soon as he said it, Urania reached out and gave him a slip of paper.

Hades stared at it. For a beat, he didn’t do anything, just blinked. Then he snatched it and unfolded it.

Belle’s hand writing.

The message seared. He stared at it. He stared, unblinking. The words carved themselves into him. He read it twice, then a third time. He looked up toward the path as though he expected Belle to appear anyway, then down at the letter again. The words did not change. Something inside Hades did.

After nearly a minute, he folded it neatly back together. Once, then twice again. Hades slipped it into his back pocket.

“Nevermind,” he said smoothly. “Let’s go.”

URANIA: No, Belle was not with them.

That just wouldn’t do, you see. For Belle was foretold to be the one who would kill Urania, and that wasn’t only ridiculous, but would no longer be an issue since she was currently bleeding out on the floor of her beloved bookshoppe. It was insulting, almost, to think some silly Mundus would be the one to end Urania’s soon-to-be glorious reign.

Urania didn’t know what Hades saw in her, honestly, she was doing the boy a favour in the long run. A Mundus couldn’t live in this world, a world of magic, of death, of premonitions and heroes.

It had been so easy to waltz into the shoppe, lock the door, hold a knife to Belle’s throat and make her write the letter abandoning her beloved. To her credit, Belle had fought—leaving her with a nasty gash on the side of her neck and a bruised cheekbone. When it had come down to it, though, she hadn’t even shed a tear as she wrote the fateful words. Which would’ve been mildly impressive if Urania cared, which she didn’t. Belle had made Urania promise not to harm Hades, once she’d given up her fight, which was an easy request to grant, seeing as Urania had no plans to harm him, what would that do? She’d have to go trekking off to find the new Ambassador. It had taken her twenty one years to find this one.

The poor thing had thought she’d be left alone after that. So, it was probably a rude awakening when Urania plunged her knife into the girl’s ribcage.

She had cried then, as they always do. Urania had waited until she was incapacitated, fallen to the ground—never to get up again—before she left the shoppe after having wiped the knife clean on the edge of Belle’s dress. The little bell dinged overhead and Urania locked the door with the keys she’d slipped out of Belle’s pocket—just in case.

Then, she’d stopped by the house to pick up Calliope and together they’d made the short trek to the beginning of the river, Urania letting Calliope take the lead, as if she had never been here before.

Her face was as solemn as it should be when telling someone the person they loved had broken their heart. Though inside she was giddy, light as a spring day. She didn’t let the smile she could feel itching in the corners of her mouth to slip through. Instead, she tilted her chin up a little and nodded once.

“After you,” she said softly to her dear Calliope.

CALLIE: Callie felt like pins and needles and bees buzzing and electricity humming. Her mind felt like that, her heart felt like that, her bones, her muscles, right down her spinal cord and to the very tips of her fingers. She felt like someone had plugged her into a socket and now she was on edge, charged up, waiting, waiting, waiting to let all this electricity loose--

She didn’t like it. It made her feel antsy, made her feel anxious, made her want to cry (if she were being honest). She didn’t want to do this, to reach this Unfixable Moment. She just wanted to curl up next to Kiara and watch movies or meet Dr. Sweet for lunch--or see her mom again. She missed her mom.

But, no, this was her job. She had to be here. This was for Hades.

You know what the funny thing was, though? The stories weren’t really making sense right now. Hades wanted to lose his powers, but Callie didn’t see that happening. She saw something--well, it was weird and it was fuzzy and there was something about the girl with the books, something there, and she wanted to turn to that--but something was stopping her.

Hades was stopping her, his story was stopping her, because his story was the most important thing right now, thrust right in front of her face, so that she could not look any other way.

Urania was here and Callie still didn’t know how she felt about this all.

She was pins and needles and bees and electricity and she felt like everything was about to explode--

But she followed Hades as they started up the river, hands in the pockets of her jacket (it was England, it was never warm here, not the warm she was used to, so that meant, yes, jackets in August), consciously aware of Urania’s footsteps behind her.

Something’s coming, something’s coming, something’s coming…

Everything around her seemed to say this--the crunch of the forest floor beneath their feet, the rustle of the wind through the trees, the birds chirping through the woods (later, she would wonder if Bambi could’ve confirmed it all, if the forest knew what was going to happen before it did, if everything was just holding its breath in anticipation). Everything inside her seemed to say this as well--the little whisper in her head, the thrumming of her heart

Something’s coming, something’s coming, something’s coming…

“We’re almost here,” she said, suddenly raising her head, recognizing this area as if from a dream.

HADES: The walk to the Gates was silent.

Any noises were far away for Hades. If Urania and Callie talked, he didn’t hear it. He was several steps ahead of them, his eyes forward, trying his best to ignore the note in his pocket that felt like a bag of stones. And when it didn’t work-- ignoring it-- he tried to reason through it.

He always knew this was going to happen-- Belle and him, breaking up. It had been ridiculous to assume that they could continue to play house. For nearly a year, he’d carried the a sense of foreboding toward his relationship, a sense that reminded him of the feeling he got when he knew people were going to die. It was a dead thing, see. His relationship. Just another dead thing. It had been dead before it started.

And it was for the better, continued Hades. Eventually one would have to break up with the other. He was grateful to Belle for being stronger than him, less selfish-- more clear-headed. He’d long lost the ability to pick through the shrapnel of his feelings. He’d clung to Belle because she was safe and warm and a familiar thing, that was all.

He could go somewhere else now. As soon as he emerged from hell with the shackles of his legacy discarded, there would be no hell hounds on his heel, no unfinished ties, no reason to stay. He could take his ghosts, pack up his things, and go.

The leaves shuffled underfoot, river babbling beside him. It reminded him of the ocean, and then he was thinking about the beach, walking hand-in-hand with Belle, how normal it had felt.

Maybe if he got rid of his powers and showed Belle he could be that boy again-- the one who walked with her on that shore—no.

She wouldn’t take him like that. Belle had always wanted fantastic. Anyone who talked to Belle for more than a few minutes could figure that out, because she was a girl with her head in the books, who longed for a story of her own. Hades had been a very good story to Belle, but in the end he couldn’t live up to her heroes, all those men who made the right decisions and said romantic things. She would find someone else. Swynlake was full of bookish heroes. One of them wouldn’t let her down.

His feet stopped abruptly, Callie echoing his thoughts. The river had become as thin as a hairline, trickling into nothing. He expected to feel nervous, but he didn’t. This was just the end, and ends came eventually, so why be nervous about them?

He held out his hand for Callie.

URANIA: Urania had been waiting for this for years. Ever since she was twenty-one herself and she came across an inscription on a Greek vase about an object. An object that would allow whoever opened it to control the demons that sprang from it. That changed the way the world was seen. It would, essentially, make Urania a queen. She didn’t necessarily want to rule, to be honest, she wanted to be worshipped.

Unfortunately, those two things were going to have to go hand in hand.

No matter, Urania would do what needed to be done. She did not care what bridges she burned to get there. She knew that Calliope was not entirely happy with her, but she had a soft heart, she would forgive her dear aunt.

Her heart beat faster the narrower the river got and she couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face as they got closer. Though, once Hades turned to her and Calliope, she schooled her features, lifting her chin and watching him with careful, analytic eyes. This was going to work. It had to. Urania had not spent half her life on nothing.

CALLIE: She took Hades’ hand and nodded at him. Her heart still felt like it was full of pins and needles and buzzing and she could hear it in her ears, thump-thump-thump. Hades’ hand was cool to touch. He had long fingers and over the course of the past few weeks, she had grown used to touching his hand. It felt like a comfortable memory, which she now knew was because the old Calliope had held hands with the old Ambassador so often. But still, it made her feel a little safer right now, and she took a deep breath and looked straight ahead.

Still, she heard the whisper.

Something’scomingSomething’scomingSomething’scoming

It was more frantic now, almost like a warning, though she knew there was nothing she could do.

She swallowed, looking straight, but then turning to Hades, dark eyes meeting bright blue.

“Lead the way, I will be right here,” she said, and when she spoke her voice echoed with the Calliopes before her--particularly the Calliope right before her, the one who had held the hand of a pale girl who could yield blue fire and talk to the dead, who had said the same words before plunging into the dark.

HADES: Callie’s hand slipped into his, and the nerves grew quiet. Everything was quiet in him, including the newborn sadness and the tangled confusion regarding the note. Instead, he felt a humming through his vein, a humming he recognized. It would crackle and spit and then flicker with his fire. It wouldn’t be hard.

He walked with Callie in hand then, right up to the very end, the slip of the Kohaku evaporating into nothing. A wind tickled at the leaves that had gathered over this patch of earth. It looked so mundane. No one would expect the ground to open up, to give way-- only a few could feel the thrumming below their feet (a thrumming in time with Hades’ blood).

Last time, he’d stood here with Belle and opened the Gate with her. Callie’s hand in his suddenly felt like a foreign object. She had long, thin fingers. Belle had smaller hands. Rough finger tips from turning page after page after page. But soft palms.

Hades hesitated, once again thinking of the note, though his blood was alive, the fire ready to sing. He tried to ignore it once again, lifting his hand, conjuring a flame that whispered against the air.

His fire’s blue reminded him of Belle-- the bookshoppe-- how everything had been washed in that blue while the snowstorm raged outside the windows and how it was inside that blue light they had met each other. It was that same blue that had filled the trailer and scared the revenant away and saved Lou and saved Belle. It was the colour of his heart.

He dropped Callie’s hand abruptly, but the fire was still alive on his fingers. It did not burn or bite, even now without Callie and her powers to help centre him. He knew the centre of his powers, something that was not anger. The centre could be light.

All he had to do was guide the flame to the river to set the water on fire, so it would burn blue too, bright and then brighter. But he didn’t. He closed his fist around the fire and it went out and he looked toward Urania.

“I can’t do this without Belle,” he said curtly and then pulled away from Callie-- turning his back on the river.

Maybe he wouldn’t do this at all.

URANIA: Urania felt the excitement humming in her veins, if she didn’t know better, she would think that she was vibrating with the anticipation of it. She could feel the magic swelling around them, like a great crescendo. Her smile widened, turning slightly manic. Close, close, close--so close, she heard the words like a heartbeat inside of her.

And then, suddenly, the blue flame snuffed out and so did the magic, so did the forward momentum.

Urania’s smile turned immediately into a scowl, all of her careful composure cracking and then exploding outwards like a mirror shattering, showing the ugly truth hiding beneath. The darkness flashed deep in her eyes and she felt the anger strike at her heart like lightning.

“What?” she snarled at once.

But, she could feel the switch she had flipped, flipping back the other way. It shut off before she could react properly, stuck in the off position. Her magic thrust out helplessly towards him anyways, as if she could make it happen anyways. It blast against him and curled into nothingness.

“Do it!” she shrieked at him, her voice reaching a pitch it had hardly ever reached before, her accent slipping in her anger.

Both Hades and Calliope had turned towards her--startled.

She didn’t have time for this. Taking one, two, three steps closer, she grabbed Calliope’s bicep tightly. It was a good thing that Hades had dropped her hand. She twirled the girl against her, grabbing her dagger from the sheath inside of her jeans in the same motion (this was not the first time she’d done this.) She pressed the edge of the blade against Calliope’s throat, right at her carotid artery.

“Do it,” she snarled again.

CALLIE: The minute he mentioned Belle, Callie started seeing things. Her breath hitched slightly and the hand that Hades had just dropped curled into a fist and it was as if she was not standing in the forest anymore. She felt like she was floating.

She saw images, blurry, foggy, hard to make out--

She saw Belle, bleeding.

And she opened her mouth about to say something, because her heart was pounding, pounding and Belle was on the floor and--

Urania shouted. Callie snapped out of it, back in the forest, back with both feet on the floor.

She saw it happen right before it did, as always, a few seconds before, and she couldn’t do anything.

Callie felt Urania grab her before Urania did actually wrap her fingers around Callie’s upper arm. She felt the blade of the knife dig into the smooth flesh of her neck seconds before the blade was actually there. She saw it all and she could do nothing--she was pulled along, she was just like a doll, a pawn in this whole scheme.

“Urania,” she said, knife at her throat, trying to twist her head to look at Urania in the eye. Her voice wasn’t loud, wasn’t screaming. It was raspy, soft, pleading. “You can’t do this--this isn’t how it’s supposed to end--”

She looked at Hades now, taking a shaking breath.

Her heart pounded in her throat, she wondered if Urania could feel her pulse near her fingers.

She thought of another forest, far far away, where bodies dangled from treetops, where the blood of a beautiful pale girl who could whisper to ghosts, who had a brilliant blue flame, soaked through the forest floor and Urania stood above the body and she didn’t care what happened only that--

Only that it did. Only that it did and anyone in the way would be disposed of. Callie saw that now.

Something’s coming. Something’s coming.

I can’t stop it, Callie thought and with each ragged breath, the knife pressed more into her neck. She knew if she just moved slightly, Urania would not hesitate to slash it against her throat. And then she would be dead--useless and dead. She wouldn’t have helped anyone.

But if her death meant that Hades got away--got his story straightened out, well, maybe it would be one big apology to Cassandra and to the previous Calliope.

You can let me die, she thought hard, looking at Hades, wondering if he could even figure out what she was thinking, wondering if he would listen or if the thing that was coming would happen anyway.

HADES: Urania screeched like a vulture, chilling Hades’ blood in a split second. He started as his feet stopped in place like he’d just wandered into cement. And when he looked back at her, he saw everything as it happened, not seconds before. It was like a flash of lightning-- too fast to grasp until it was over, and Urania clutched at Callie, knife to the throat.

He saw another flash too. It was a memory he’d seen before from Cassandra, the memory of that knife plunging into him, over and over. It had seared and burned like ice. When Cassandra had fallen to the ground, all she’d felt was that cold, as she stared up at the cover of trees and wished to see the stars, and her beloved’s face.

Now Hades’ beloved had fled from him and Callie was the one with the tip of the knife against her throat. Hades felt that cold-- until he smashed through it, and he turned it hot.

His hands lit on fire and he took a step toward Urania with his eyes wide and hard. “What the fuck are you doing? I’ll burn you alive.”

Just as Cassandra asked him to do--

Maybe he should have listened.

He should have listened to Belle. At least she was far away from here. At least she wouldn’t be harmed.

URANIA: Urania, you can’t do this! It isn’t how it’s supposed to end.

Oh, silly Calliope. Young, impressionable Calliope. Didn’t she know that stories were already written? Sure, the path that got one to the end could change. (Such as Urania’s end not being met by Belle), but there were things that were fixed. Nothing happened that was not supposed to happen. This was all going according to plan.

Well, Hades refusing to do as she asked was not, but that was alright. Urania could improvise. Unlike stupid Hades, she did not have qualms about victims. She did not have passions of the heart to cloud her judgement. She could tell Hades now that there was no way to do this with Belle, for she was already waiting for him on the other side, but, she was more interested in seeing his face when he saw her ghost, drifting and lost as many victims of murder were.

Calliope would do as a hostage just fine. Hades had a soft heart. She could see it in his hard eyes.

Urania moved Calliope a little closer to herself, so that the girl made a shield out of her body. They were about the same height. Urania just the slightest bit taller. Both thin.

She chuckled lightly, pressed the knife deeper into Calliope’s soft skin so it made a little popping noise and the smallest bit of blood trickled down to her shirt collar.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she purred. “Just open the Gates and Calliope is free to go. Come now, Hades, you don’t want more blood on your hands, do you?”

CALLIE: She could do nothing.

She saw what was going to happen. Nothing she could do right now would change it. If she died, it would happen. If she lived, it would happen.

Callie closed her eyes and she thought of Kiara kissing her sweetly, her lips tasting like bubblegum. She thought of running through these woods with Bambi. She thought of laughing at lunch with Dash, Jake, Flounder, and Ariel. She thought of doing nails with Deb and Kiara. She thought of chatting with Dr. Sweet during his lunch break and of popping by to say hello to Sheriff Russell at the station and of helping Simba bring in snacks from the kitchen.

She thought of her mother, back in Florida. She was supposed to see her soon, for her mom’s birthday.

She just wanted to see her mom.

Callie opened her eyes and a few tears trickled out. Nothing she could do right now would change what was going to happen but--she didn’t want to die.

Not anymore.

“It’s going to happen,” she said, voice hoarse. She could feel a trickle of something down her throat, the sharp pain now apparent. “Whether she kills me or not--it’s going to, Hades.”

HADES: Being told that no matter what he did, the something he’d been warned of was going to happen anyway was not a good way to convince Hades to do something. It just made him want to very much prove Urania and Callie wrong. Especially because, if Callie died-- she wouldn’t have any leverage. It would be the end. He’d pull Urania toward him and set her on fire. He’d grab the knife from her and then plunge it into her own chest. He’d slash her, he’d choke her, he’d win.

Callie was wrong, see. Callie was wrong. It wasn’t going to happen, if he just let Callie die. And maybe he should.

It was that cold pragmatism that had led him to kill Persephone. He’d believed himself above the law of the dead. She’d been a sacrifice he made at the time and now he paid for it every day. In fact, her body was mere metres from here, buried up the stream where there were still green things-- where life could grow. He could bury Calliope beside her. He could dump Urania’s ash into the river. Hades knew he could do all of these things because he was a creature of ice and fire and both could destroy.

Hades thought about letting Callie die then. He pushed away the lingering parts of this soul of his familiar with hers. He pretended like he didn’t know what it felt like to hold her hand. He looked at her, tears on her cheeks, and knew he could twist this sight from one of pity into one of disgust. He was a chessmaster, wasn’t he-- Calliope a pawn, and Urania the queen. Sacrifice her and checkmate.

It was easy to decide things if you thought of them like that. Like chess.

If he did all that, he would not learn from his mistakes past fall. If he did all that, he knew it would come back to haunt him later. If he did all that… if he did all that…

This was his choice in the end. Callie was wrong, there was a choice. There was always a choice. And what would Belle do? What would Seph do? What was right?

He’d open the Gates and maybe he wouldn’t save every soul but-- he’d save one.

“You’re wrong, Calliope,” he told Callie that now and then the flame ignited on his hand. “If she dies, you die. You know that,” he said that to Urania and began walking toward the river again, the flame in his hand like a lantern in this shadowy part of the wood. He got to the edge of it and knelt by the stream. It trickled quiet. If he closed his eyes, he might hear Kohaku whisper to him.

Last time, he opened the Gate with a roar. This time it was with that whisper. He lit the water with the tip of his finger, like lighting a single candle. The fire spread instantly, running wild up and down the water, the flames rising in the air. Where the water ended, the group opened. He heard that sound rise from its void: a train hurtling down its tracks, straight toward them. Nothing would come. It was the Underworld rising from slumber.

The flames flickered, crackled, and popped as Hades rose from his knees. He looked down at Urania, silent, waiting for her move, watching the knife.

URANIA: Urania was not worried, she felt the decision flicker in his brain, but it almost always flickered. There was hardly a time that someone was faced with letting someone live or die that they did not hesitate, did not weigh the options. Urania had come to recognize that in her years. She had seen plenty of people try to sacrifice someone else to save their own skin. These people were cowards. Hades was not a coward. He may be defeated, and a little bit broken, but he was not scared. If anything, he was angry.

Urania liked that. Cassandra had been a soft thing, for the most part. A bit off-kilter, a bit power-hungry, but soft and gentle.

This was refreshing.

She didn’t let Calliope go as she watched with sharp, dark eyes that glistened in the low light as Hades knelt by the trickling stream and lit it blue. The eerie light lit up the clearing and Urania hummed in satisfaction.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she asked, leaning her head against the side of Calliope’s, her free hand stroking lightly at her hair as the earth rumbled around them, crumbling into the dark. Her heart was pounding in her chest but she held the knife steady against Calliope’s throat.

When the trembling stopped, she looked at Hades first. She knew how this had to go--the muses had cared for the Ambassadors for thousands of years. Though, she hadn’t planned on Calliope in between them like a buffer, but, well, contingencies were not out of the ordinary. It only took a little mental adjusting before her new plan fell into place.

“Alright, dear,” she said, looking at Hades, “take Calliope’s hand, we must all be connected. Hurry along now, that won’t stay open forever.” She gestured with the knife, bringing the point dangerously close to Calliopes’s eye and cheek.

Once Hades grabbed hold of Calliope’s hand, she dropped the knife to Calliope’s back, taking her other hand up in her own, the tip pressing in through the thin fabric of her shirt. Children these days, they didn’t know well-made clothing for anything.

“Lead the way, Ambassador,” she purred at him, nodding a little with her head towards the stairwells that would take them down and down.

CALLIE: There was a knife pressed against her back by the woman who had raised her, who had driven the previous Calliope to commit suicide. Callie should have known this, the voices had told her, her dreams had told her--she just had not wanted to believe it. She had wanted to believe that Urania was a good person.

She still did not know why Urania was doing this.

Hades’s hand in hers made her feel slightly better. Slightly.

There was nothing she could do. It was as if the Fates of old had spun this tale and set it, like Oedipus doomed to kill his father and marry his mother, like all the other heroes who could never escape their fate, though they tried.

(Though as she tried to picture them, the Fates were not three wizened old women, but rather three young ones, not much older than her, secretive little smiles on their faces as they spun their tale).

Callie followed. She followed into the dark, knife pressed against her back, because straight on was the only way she could go.

HADES: Hades could have fought. Maybe. There was a brief flicker of rebellion inside him, lasting barely longer than a blink. But it died like all things because there was still a knife to Callie’s back and no place for him to return to and he didn’t know why Urania was so insistent on him giving up his powers-- and he saw now, spell broken, it had been her voice spinning a tangled web in that head of his-- but it felt pointless to fight. Some of those things that voice had uttered to Hades to convince him were still shoved so deep inside his skull that he couldn’t dislodge them even now.

He just saw dead bodies everywhere. Seph’s dead body, Cassandra’s, Calliope’s-- and Callie’s if he let her die.

So he turned toward the yawning mouth of the Underworld and let Callie slip her trembling hand into his before he walked down into it without another word. The torches on the sides of the wall lit as he walked toward them, shining light on the steps to come. And as soon as they passed, they snuffed out, like they’d never been there.

Halfway down the one stone staircase, Hades heard a grinding of bones as the gates curled shut.

There are nine rings of the Underworld. When a soul dies, it finds its path and it winds its way through to its home. Its journey is surrounded by forest on both sides, where lost souls whisper to try to bring the soul into the trees.

But Urania, Callie and Hades were not dead souls. There was no one, single path for them, but hundreds, criss-crossing through. Urania shoved Hades down one of them and ordered him to walk.

They passed through the rings, the journey taking no time at all-- for time does not live in the world of the dead:

Through Lust-- all darkness for lust turns mortals blind. There are muddy slopes you have to climb as the winds blow and try to push you down.

Through Gluttony, through Greed, through Wrath, which is all a swamp you row through. Treasures glint through the gunk-- temptations all. The greedy have sank with their treasure; the gluttonous hunt on top of the waters in their own boats and die a hundred deaths every day.

The wrathful have all turned into the monsters that swim underneath.

Hades looked forward, not down, as they rowed and rowed.

And then they arrived at the City of Dis where the sixth, seventh, and eighth rings are contained. Its great gray walls stretched into the foggy sky. On the other side is a jigsaw of a city: buildings stacked on buildings, alleyways that lead to cliff-drops, streets like swiss cheese that crumble a little more every day. Inside the City of Dis are the heretics, the liars, panderers, seducers, the violent-- murderers and rapists.

On the other side of Dis is Suicide, the darkest forest, full of nothing but silence.

They didn’t make it to Suicide.

They dodged through the streets of Dis instead. They climbed down steep stairs that clung to the side of a building, nothing but darkness on the other side. They went deeper and deeper until they arrived in a cellar.

Urania shoved Hades into it. There was no one here. There was nothing here. Nothing but a box, covered in dust, sitting in the center of the room.

Hades had lit his fire for warmth and light and now he turned to Urania, feeling a chill anyway. “The Fates aren’t here, are they?”

CALLIE: She had seen these places before, as if in a dream. Callie had read about these places, of course. That was a basic requirement of Muse training. She remembered reading about the Underworld as a child, Urania at the far end of a solid oak table, instructing her to read from The Inferno out loud and in Latin.

She remembered reading out loud and as she spoke, she saw the dark spires of a city, the mist settling over the swamp.

And she walked forward and instead of Urania gently guiding her lessons, Urania had a knife pressed against her back.

Something is coming, the voices whispered to her as they walked through the streets. They grew louder and louder and Callie felt her heart beat faster, wanting to lift her head up to see beyond the dark crevices of the streets.

And as they went to a little room, barren and empty except for a dust-covered box, there was one final whisper.

It is here.

They were the something, Callie realized, a sickening feeling rising her stomach. They were coming here. To this room, to this box, this was what Urania wanted, this was--

She knew what was in front of them and felt her heart lurch.

The voices that normally guided her were silent. There was nothing she could do at this very moment, not with the knife pressed against her back like this. She held her head up high and even though she felt like crying, she did not let a single tear drop from her eye.

“Pandora’s Box,” she whispered, to Hades to let him know, to Urania to let her know she was aware.

URANIA: Some might be scared entering into the depths of the Underworld, but not Urania. She smiled the whole way She smiled at the distant sound of wailing, of the glittering treasures in the murky waters that they moved over. Perhaps, if she was not so focused, if she was interested in trivial things like money--these would be temptations to her. But there was only one thing she wanted.

Her grip was tight on Calliope’s arm as she guided her into the city. She kept a knife at the girl’s back for as much time as she could. Occasionally it was not possible with the perilous climate that they were hiking through, but Calliope’s spirit was broken in this moment, Urania knew it. The poor soft thing, so lost. She was more likely to stray off the path than Urania was, she needed to keep a careful eye on her charge.

As they reached the dark, dismal cellar, Hades’ flame the only thing lighting the room.

Urania smiled wide at the dusty wooden box. Stepping over to it, she dragged Calliope along, holding onto her arm firmly, keeping her all the while between herself and Hades. She tutted and shook her head slightly at Calliope.

“Haven’t I taught you anything?” Urania said as she let Calliope go for just long enough to pry the lid of the box open--it disintegrated into nothing.

In its place stood a gleaming jar, about waist height, with two ornate handles on either side. It glimmered dimly in the light of Hades’ flames. It was beautiful. Her hand stroked lightly over it as she circled it once before tugging Calliope closer to her--talking all the while.

“This is the pithos of Pandora. Silly scholars got the translation wrong. A pity really, “box” does nothing to explain the grandeur of such an object. Would you like to know what is inside?” She chuckled a little, the sound bouncing around the walls, out of place and without a home to settle in within such a dark place.

“Only the power to turn this horrible little town great. We’ll be worshipped, Calliope, as we should be. Those who treat us well will be rewarded with success and inspiration. Those who do not--” her eyes flicked to Hades “--will perish. Really, it’s not so bad. As long as everyone follows our orders, no harm shall come to them.”

As she said this, she took a step back, her forearm around Calliope’s neck. She poked the tip of her dagger under the seal of the lid. The magic within buzzed with an electricity that shot up her arm. It was old and it was longing to be released, far too long it had been cooped up down here, the demons trapped inside unable to spread their wings properly.

With one good thrust, she slipped the blade inside of the lid, which popped off with a tremendous boom that shook the walls and made Urania’s ears ring as the clay lid fell to the floor. A great black cloud shot out of the top, up through the ceiling it went, up and up and up through every ring until it burst in the sky and settled over Swynlake like an ominous raincloud.

#bdrpcalliope #bdrphades #death star #the philosopher and the poet #the pithos of pandora #katabasis #eeeeeeee #it Begins

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overwatching-you-sleep · 7 years

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hi!! first off, just wanna say i love this blog! i think i remember something about monster stuff a while back? how about a scenario w a witch reader getting hunted down by witch hunter mccree who has been after then for a while? either sfw or nsfw are fine (ps, not super well versed w cryptids, but apparently there's a black demon shark somewhere near baja california)

Thank you, and that’s cool as shit.

McCree:

Yourbody was aching as though you hadn't sleep all your 300 years. Everything hurt,and despite living through some of the most horrid tortures you could imagine,you couldn't find a moment in your life where you had wanted to die more thannow. A fire trap, in your own home. Centuries of work lost. You wanted toscream.

Youpressed your hands on your arms, wincing at the light first degree burns yousuffered, and on the better parts of your body. Some of you looked to be nearlycharred. You tried to call to mind a healing spell, something that didn'trequire any of the thousands of ingredients that just got destroyed, but yourbrain was fried along with the rest of you. You were lucky you got out as youdid.

Yousat on the forest floor, staring at the burning remains of your hut. You had tocalm yourself down and figure out what step to take next. The fire was by nomeans an accident, a trap set up from someone who was very likely hunting youdown and knew exactly what you were. In the era, witchcraft was dismissed asfantasy, and you could see the dwindling number of hunters reach next to zero.Only the extremely wealthy or extremely eccentric could resist the expense ofmodern life and bugger off to hunt witches.

Youhad apparently found one of the only ones that were left.

Itwas terrifying, after so many years of not worrying about the law breathingdown your neck. You had lost your edge in combat, focusing more on a quiethermit lifestyle. No trouble for years; you had been entirely off the grid. Howcould you possibly be located when the last evidence of your existence in theHunter circles died off some 70 odd years ago?

Thelast of the embers from your home began to sizzle out, leaving you out in the late-nightdarkness. You pulled yourself to your feet, wincing at the rough burns thatlittered your skin, and began to make your way through the trees and down tothe little town at the foot of the mountain to get help.

Aftera last, longing look at your home, you found the dirt path and began to followit, staying along the trees in case whatever had set the fire was coming to getrid of any survivors. The more you walked, the more your senses came back toyou and fresh air filled your lungs. When the first glimpse of the town peekedfrom between the leaves, you even smiled. It was not the end. You couldrebuild, could start over, and you’d rely on the people’s goodwill to do it.

Itwas when you saw the flickers of firelight through the buildings that youpaused. Someone was shouting, angrily, and there was a chorus of cheers inresponse. It certainly didn’t seem a time to celebrate. Memories from centuriesago—angry mobs with rusted pitchforks—slowed you to a stop, and you could onlywatch on in despondent horror.

“Wewill not tolerate it!” a man was shouting from his crate soapbox. You realizedwith a sinking gut that what he held in his hand (the one that wasn’t holdinghis baseball bat, the new apparent weapon of choice for angry mobs) was the limpbody of your sparrow familiar, streetlight glittering off the blood drippingfrom her throat. She had disappeared before the fire. “A witch in our woods? Weshould’ve wiped out scum like that in the medieval times!”

Youscoffed at his obvious lack of expertise, but it didn’t surprise you. Afterall, who was an expert in witches these days?

“At least one person,” you remind yourself.

Afterall, there had to be someone, who tipped off the town, who set your houseablaze. You pulled as close as the shadows would hold you, pale at the numberof guns among the crowds shaking hands. At least it would be less painful thana rusty pitchfork.

“Let’sgo and kill this thing so that we can sleep soundly at night!” You rolled youreyes; the idiot had been sleeping safe for the last 40 years with you two milesaway. Riling the crowd into an enraged agreement, the man lead the mob off in amarching parade up the dirt path you had almost followed right to them. Youducked further away, watching them loop around the gate and begin their ascentup the shallow mountain.

“Somuch for getting help here,” you mumbled under your breath. In the lit street,the body of your familiar lay on the ground, and you couldn’t help but want toget her. It was dangerous, you didn’t know how many people were still in thetown, but she was owed the respect. You’d only be in the light for a quicksecond, and that thought convinced you to take one step out of the darkness andlean—

Agun fired. A thick bullet ripped through the tenderly burned fibers of your armand scraped against your bone. You cried out in pain and alarm, drawing backinto the shadows and turning to run In all your shock, you hadn’t even seenwhat had shot you.

Thetail end of the villager’s mob in the distance was visible from the end of thealley, but you got no further before another fat bullet pierced the flesh ofyour shin, right through your charred skin. A thin line of dust cut through andsevered what was left of your leg from the shin down, making you fallface-first on the ground. You cried. It wasn’t less painful. Not at all.

“That’sone thing about witches.” Immediately it was obvious from his accent that the strangerwasn’t from the town, which could only mean one thing. You turned your head toget a look at him, see the man who had ruined your entire life and would probablykill you too, and you could feel your entire nervous system shudder infull-blown fear.

JesseMcCree. A man who hunted witches and other magic beings in exchange for his ownimmortality. You’d had a few run-ins with him in centuries past, before he becamethe skilled menace he was now.

You’dbeen lucky enough to forget he existed.

“What’sthat?” you coughed, unable to muster the confidence you needed. He shrugged andpulled back the hammer on his revolver.

“They’realways sneaky.” He smiled, and it’s just as cocky and sure as it was back inthe 1800s. He gestures the gun towards your busted leg, lining up his shot withyour other kneecap. “That’s why I don’t let ‘em run. Especially not one likeyou.”

“Likeme?” you repeated, eyes staring off to black space to avoid looking him in theeye. He chuckled and knelt, pressing one of his knees against your back.

“Prettyones,” he elaborated, metal fingers curling in your hair. “I could have a lotof fun with a lil’ somethin’ like you.”

#request #mccree #sfw #drabble #yandere #violence #Anonymous

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silverdrecms · 7 years

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▲ ( w/ yk who. rip )

▲ five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did.

i. the scent of recently mowed grass, the sun beaming down just outside of the shadow of her favourite tree and a gentle breeze generally associated with the late october weather were all too familiar occurrences in kerry’s designated area of the quad — unofficial and inclusive, of course. it had become something of a tradition if you will, a cozy spot when staying within the walls of chi omega or the library seemed like an act of betrayal to the outdoors, and one that she often shared with her group of friends. it hadn’t been a recent development; the squad had been a fixture in her life for about a year now, upon meeting chaerin in person for the very first time and subsequently being introduced to daehyun, the others coming along almost as if it were one by one until jaewon had finally joined them all. that being said, she classified yeseul as being out of bounds with that specific circle, more of a solo bond between the two which puzzled almost everyone… kerry included every once in a while. sitting beside her in this instance was none other than jeremy. it was strange, how she would never fess up to the crush that she had like she would the others — because it was no secret that she was quick to develop a fleeting… thing, attraction to those around her, but at least it had passed as soon as it came with the others, but with jett — she was quick to halt that train of thought, realizing that she had perhaps zoned out while incidentally staring at him for far too long, looking back down at her economics notes. it was peaceful between the two, for once, as studying was a bore more often than not and he seemed to keep the mood light with whatever came to mind, eliciting a laugh from ker and resulting in a conversation that left them completely sidetracked, so the solitude was comfortable for as long as it was bound to last.

gaze flickering back up, her brown eyes locked on his tattooed left arm, studying the art curiously and trying to determine herself what meaning each design could hold to him — if they held meaning at all. this led to a slow visual trail to his clothed bicep, his shoulder, his neck, and finally his side profile; the guy knew he was handsome, commenting on it when they would all hang out in one of the houses only for a simultaneous eye roll from the other six to follow, and looking at him now, it was as if said allure became inhuman with each run-in or movie night with the rest of the group they had. it didn’t help that he was always so kind to her, texting her about some upcoming art exhibit or tke party before he would the others, making it seem like her presence was truly desired… it was different from what dae or sungie would ask of her or convince her to do, at least that’s what it had felt like despite it all being similar at times, so she couldn’t find a reason why she wouldn’t have developed some kind of attraction to the man beside her over the course of the last month or two. and it was in that line of thinking that she wondered what would happen if she moved closer, if her tendency to hold back with these crushes of hers should be tossed aside to chance so much as a more intimate touch than what they had shared before, to chance even kissing him. maybe he was interested too, maybe if she knelt in front of him, leaned in closer — no. staring at jett’s lips, ker quickly ducked her head back down to her notes, because he was something of a flirt; even if his intentions were pure, she couldn’t risk reading into this incorrectly, not when he was such a welcomed presence in her life, and especially not when she was entangled with someone else… even if it was merely for benefits as opposed to what felt right, to a real relationship, it was still a commitment and acting on that impulse that still had shivers of nervousness lingering beneath the surface of her skin was simply a means to hurting others and herself in the end. she may have seemed to find competitive market equilibrium interesting, however her mind was still on that sudden urge, and it wouldn’t stray very far from that for the duration of their time together.

ii. movie night had become almost as sacred as family dinners, nights of terrified squealing or soundless laughs perhaps ranking second on ker’s list of favourite group activities — likely because a film that could choke up anyone in the room was an immediate no, so the lack of dramas had put her off in the slightest. tonight was another comedy marathon, as the slasher flicks they’d watched last weekend had been… excessive, for the squeamish and the easily frightened, the younger of the two girls present being among the latter. settling into a back couch with some white cheddar popcorn and lemonade and her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, she moved to lean against the left armrest to make room for jett and chae, who followed suit rather quickly. with the man sitting beside her on the cramped version of the two couches, she braced herself for their thighs touching, leaning against his arm, anything that would involve physicality of some sort. was it possible for her little crush to get worse ? because ker was sure that it had, as she could never tell if she fully welcomed the contact or feared it as of late, discreetly fidgeting with her fingers to calm her nerves — as if biting her lip would be enough. eyes fixed on the screen, she was thankful for the commencement of a distraction, though she knew that eventually it would be useless, especially when she was already paying too much mind to their knees being pressed together. if this persisted, she wasn’t sure if she would get used to the feeling of her face flushing more than it had in the past, whether she’d be more composed and careful in these situations from here on out. god, she could only hope so.

minutes passed, the slow build-up to the good jokes prompting awkward laughter at first and very little attention to the movie for the time being. it was during this time that ker spared a glance at jett, what with the sides of their bodies all but pressed together making her antsy. she always looked at his face in these moments, not just because of the physical attraction held, but also to decipher what he was thinking, much like she would the others if given the chance. however it was hard to say if what he held in his gaze was subtle interest in the film or lazy indifference; so it was no surprise that her eyes would drift elsewhere, past the slope of his nose and down to his plump lips, a quiet inhale deemed necessary as another thought of kissing him crossed her mind. they looked soft, biting on the inside of her own lip at the realization when she noticed chaerin’s head turned in her direction, kerry’s eyes now moving to her. and at the coy look on the elder’s face, she looked back to the screen, sinking into the cushions with a flush gracing the apples of her cheeks. if there was anything worse than harbouring a crush like the petulant girl she thought herself to be in this situation, it was getting caught by the likes of her friends. and after this incident, she dreaded the moment that hyunnie would find out.

iii. and find out they did. they had been relentlessly teasing her day in and day out once they found out and had been flaunting the supposed knowledge of whatever feelings she had being reciprocated. she didn’t believe them, it was as simple as that; not because she thought dae to be dishonest, but because if that were in fact true, she would have expected it to come directly from jeremy as opposed to it being word of mouth. thus, dressed up in a sangria-toned crop top and black skirt with her hair half up deemed appropriate for the nightclub they had settled on going to the night before, she had done her best to avoid engaging in a conversation focused on the latter by spending the group’s night out challenging rhee liver of steel taemin to a drinking game — and losing miserably — before dragging chae to the dance floor and trying to nudge her in the direction of every attractive stranger that had been checking her out. how the hours could pass by so quickly shocked kerry as she was gripping the brunette by her forearm for stability, led out to the car by a sober jaewon. working out who sat where when there were only five seats was rather troublesome, though it went without saying that the girls would be the ones to sit on one of the boys’ laps. it turned out to not be a difficult decision, as rina took dae’s lap out of accessibility, leaving ker to take jeremy’s for the same reason, as they had taken both seats beside the door while jaesung was stuck in the middle and jaewon and taemin took the driver and passenger’s seats respectively. curling into the man who had become something of a makeshift seat for her, the blonde spoke enthusiastically for the first ten minutes of their drive about the importance of lil sebastian to the entirety of parks and recreation as if he weren’t a fleeting mention throughout the seasons, fingers absentmindedly playing with the hair on the nape of jett’s neck. it hadn’t taken long for her to realize what she was doing — at least once she had wrapped up her spiel — and she didn’t cease right away, finding it entertaining if anything. but at some point, upon recalling whose hair it was that she was playing with, she remembered what she had been wanting to do for a while and discreetly bit her lip at the thought of getting it over with, something that could be so innocent and harmless taking all but a moment to do with complete disregard of dae or the others spectating.

it would be so easy to kiss him right now, in the state that she was in — fuck, it was all that she could think about with her current one track mind, what with her taking as long as she had to follow through. she could always pass it off as nothing more than a drunken desire to plant her lips on the nearest person if it came back to bite her in the ass, that it had just been chance that he had fallen susceptible to the move. all that she had to do was edge a little closer, pivot her head and finally get this desire to lock lips with the tattooed charmer over with. hell, she was this close to having her nose brush his, thinking it to be now or never, or at least until the next time she’d get the encouragement she needed in the form of some raspberry vodka-infused beverage — only for the van to hit a bump and have her just avoiding smacking her head on the roof of the vehicle, a melody of delayed curses flowing from the mouths of the inebriated passengers. the minuscule amount of air gained was enough for her to find herself sitting more on jaesung’s lap than jett’s, a disappointed pout freely expressed, especially with the latter’s gaze fixed on the immediate ranting courtesy of tae and jaewon — perhaps one of the only times the two wouldn’t have said ranting directed at one another, thank fuck — she looked up to sungie, who sported a distant smile thanks to the alcohol in his system and had an arm lazily wrapped around her waist to keep her steady. the pout was soon gone and replaced with a grin as she cuddled into her friend, the moment of regret disappearing almost as soon as it came. but come the morning, when it all came rushing back, her hands wouldn’t be covering her face because of the headache and light sensitivity plaguing her. as if she’d ever work up the nerve to come close to that again.

iv. how a teasing comment over text a few months prior led to this still rendered kerry almost speechless. even as she waited for his train to arrive, taking up temporary residence on a shabby bench in the lobby of penn station, it still hadn’t occurred to her that he’d come here to visit her, to meet her family, all because of a sext gone awry. eyes roaming the expansive area for any sign of those familiar brown locks, she pursed her lips when there was no sight of him, looking back down to her phone to text yeseul back about some disastrous hookup she didn’t care to know about. a wince at the mention of a sad attempt at bondage and a rumoured sti circus with the guy in question melted into a look of both surprise and embarrassment as jett now stood before her, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder as he looked at her expectingly. quick to shove her phone in her purse as the messages became more explicit and unnecessary, she grinned and greeted him accordingly, jumping to her feet to embrace him for the first time since winter semester had ended and the group had gone home for a few weeks to spend time with family — only to live with each other for the duration of the summer in just three weeks’ time. her smile weakened upon pulling away, though it held the same warmth as she led him away from the swarm of bodies departing pittsburgh for the weekend and out to the parking lot, the long stroll to her 2012 honda accord filled with brief mentions of more recent developments regarding their time off that were further elaborated upon on the drive to her house — along with a few warnings about her parents’ very different approaches to meeting her friends.

he definitely heeded her advice from months previous, performing minor tasks such as helping her mom by reaching for ingredients for dinner from a higher shelf and setting the table to get in the woman’s good graces, thus earning himself a somewhat approving look from the matriarch — to which ker breathed a sigh of relief, remembering jaewon’s struggle in winning over the woman, which he had ultimately succeeded in. and now, as they could have come straight out of a rom-com by washing and drying the dishes together, a quick congratulations left her lips, leaving the two to chuckle as the blonde passed him another plate to wipe with a dish towel. in that moment, she realized how cliché this setup was, looking off to the side before foolishly delving into this entire task becoming a typical scene between love interests — only to roll her eyes at such a thought and to keep going, a wine glass being her next object to scrub. minutes pass with light banter and their focus solely on finishing this task quickly, fingers pruning already, only to find just a knife left in the murky dishwater, ker’s fingers taking hold of the handle and continuing on as she had before; the only difference now was that she had looked at jeremy upon handing it over, realizing just how domestic this all was, much like it would be back at their house in kent, and she soon found herself thinking a little too much about what that meant. of course, it was just two friends looking after the rest of the squad, as not to allow them all to starve, however it still made her body feel a little warmer and lighter, a shy smile fought back by a more teasing one as she really looked at him. that damn desire to plant her lips on his was back with a cruel vengeance, like it always had since that night of partying, only it wouldn’t feel as long as it normally did when the thought struck her, it was impossible with the personalities that lived under that very roof — as her parents came barging into the kitchen, ranting about another issue with that bitch susan in japanese and had her almost jumping out of her skin at the sudden outburst. head turned back to the dishwater merely to empty the sink, she hid her blush as best as she could, damning her mind for generating such a thought once more.

v. kyong daehyun was truly testing her, she should have known by the glint in their eye that they’d set these specific pairings up by all but shooing sungie away before he could join in on body shots. it was another night out, only the group had found themselves a private sitting area — to which kerry feigned surprise, as if she hadn’t sorted that out earlier just for the hell of it — and tae and rina had counted themselves out, avoiding the club altogether supposedly taking precedence with the man while the latter was simply dealing with seulie’s bullshit once more, a bad mood imminent knowing how dysfunctional their dynamic could be. thus the five set out on having a couple of rounds of shots and making a bad decision here or there before they too would have to sacrifice such freedoms for exhaustive shifts at work and the like. how they had decided on body shots was beyond ker, aside from the fact that it had been suggested by jaesung, and dae all but ensuring that her and jeremy were paired together made it all the more surprising — while being completely predictable all the same. and with them and jaewon being the other couple in this insinuated competition, there really was no way for her to back out, not when sungie was now more than content to wait his turn, if he’d ever even get it. so, because kerry’s possible exposure had become a priority to the other duo for completely different reasons in this instance — because her stripping out of her black dress with a hem that landed mid-thigh in the middle of a club was a definite no as it stood — she’d be the one to take the shot; her slight flush wasn’t caused by her partner being shirtless on one of the tables upon determining what each pair was to do, but by the entire setup of the situation. it was on her to sprinkle the salt along his toned abdomen, focused just below where his diaphragm would be to make it simpler on the easily flustered and still only tipsy blonde, as they waited for the okay to start with the shot next to his hip. she looked at jaesung — straddling her partner’s thighs for the time being — until he gave the go ahead, quickly leaning down to lick the grains off of jett’s skin with her flattened tongue, blonde curls getting in the way, before following up with the shot of tequila and a hand taming her hair.

sitting on her knees as opposed to hunched over, she glanced down at jett and held his gaze for but a second before her brown eyes looked back to the lime currently held between his teeth, trying to swallow down whatever nerves she would be combating at the moment. kerry crawled over his body for them to be at eye level with one another, a complete disregard for any possible lewd undertones in the moment previous and putting too much thought into accidentally brushing lips in her midst to obtain the lime slice. she shouldn’t overthink it, couldn’t look like she was having an existential crisis about completing a shot when she could do that later… and with the need to sate the unpleasant taste of tequila with something equal parts sour and flavourful, she leaned down, body buzzing with the incidental touch that would likely haunt her for the rest of the night — only to jut her teeth out to bite into the wedge and slyly pull it out of jett’s mouth and into her own at the last possible second, not missing dae’s groan from a table over as she sucked as much juice out as she could and clambered off of the man beneath her. she would never follow through on that, she was such a fucking pussy. and with the task now completed, she looked over to see that daejae had come out victorious — all because of a second’s hesitation on her part — and the elder of the two shooting her a disappointed look while jae looked vaguely disgusted, to which she nonverbally replied in excessive confusion and despair. damn kyong daehyun.

vi. for once, the house was silent before one in the morning, though that might have something to do with the girls’ house being infiltrated by the boys — save for kerry and jett. still reeling from the night before, where it was possible that she may have ended up with alcohol poisoning if someone — she couldn’t remember who — hadn’t cut her off, she decided to rest and watch a few old episodes of criminal minds currently being played back to back on bravo while lounging in her old, oversized chi o tee and a pair of pyjama shorts. despite being checked on by a couple of the boys throughout the day and them insisting on staying behind to make sure that she was okay, ker assured them that she’d be fine, to go and have fun with their friends. meanwhile, she could only assume that jeremy simply wasn’t feeling it tonight or he had homework to do, thus she remained situated in her bedroom, content while snuggled into her sheets and coming to the scene of the show where the suspect’s face is revealed to the viewer. she had seen the episode before, the pig farm one that never failed to make her cringe at the fact that this was based upon an actual circumstance, so her interest dwindled on occasion, making her hyperaware of the footsteps that bounded for her room and stopped just outside of the door. the knock that followed hadn’t startled her, her head tilted curiously in the sound’s direction as she watched jeremy enter. shooting him a tired smile, still feeling a tad sluggish, she used it as an invitation to join even if he was merely checking in on her, letting her know that he had ordered a pizza if she was hungry. which she was, she felt as though she couldn’t stomach anything in the first few hours of waking up to the worst hangover she’d had thus far, so she had not touched even dry cereal despite the incessant growling indicating that she should really fucking eat.

soon, the two were lying side by side, her on the left — her designated spot due to its proximity to the window — and him on the right, next to the door, situated comfortably under the covers as the climax of the show came into effect while kerry felt rejuvenated with the company she now kept. there wasn’t much to do aside from comment on the frankly disturbing nature of this case of serial murder, which resulted in them turning their attention more to each other than the show itself, ker lying on her side with her eyes solely on jett as he spoke. the only problem with that was, her gaze flickered from his eyes to his face overall, and then zeroing in on his lips. temptation was a bitch, she had come to realize that many times in her twenty years of life, and with this yearning having gone on for long enough, the desire to finally just plant her lips on his was becoming a bit much. she hadn’t realized that she had edged closer, neither had he with his focus on the scene onscreen in the midst of his rambling, to the point where all that she had to do was quickly lean over and — nothing about this would be quick, knowing her, not because she wanted it to be romantic when she wasn’t even sure if he felt the same, but because she had waited long enough to work up the courage to follow through, she wasn’t going to half-ass it now. leaning up on her right elbow, she moved her upper body to hover over jeremy’s, taking his head turning in her direction — likely to question her — as the time to duck in and finally lock lips. it was merely a gentle press, all that the blonde could muster apart from her left hand moving to just rest on his collarbone, more or less making it easier for her if it all went to hell — as if even going for it would have made this simpler for her. he hadn’t moved, as still as a statue for once, and it was enough to clue her in, provoke her to pull back and try to brush off the slip up on her part, only to feel an inkling of a response that had her opening her eyes in surprise. he… was kissing her back ? was it just a semi-automatic reaction or had he wanted to reciprocate it ? already she was wracking her brain for answers and not paying mind to either continuing or moving away from him, though she snapped back to reality within seconds and let her lids flutter shut once again, an almost soothing warmth now flooding her body.

it was a slow response when she opted for another careful peck, hadn’t she thought about this enough to warrant that ? thus, when she was certain that he wouldn’t pull away, kerry parted her lips to caress his bottom one, the pace remaining constant even as a quiet, sharp inhale from her followed and her fingertips pressed just a little more eagerly, more firmly than before, into the sliver of bare skin peeking out from the neck of his t-shirt. it was leisure over urgency, anything close to the latter seemingly much for the girl who felt an ever-blooming connection for the man who sat beside her, his movements equally languid. however, this moment of theirs was cut short by the ringing of the doorbell, the both of them jolting in surprise and moving from one another with ker eyeing him warily to find him already staring back at her. ducking her head, she offered a shy smile before exclaiming, “ i’ll go get the pizza, hold on, ” hopping out of her bed and bounding out of the door, down the stairs and into the foyer. she gulped nervously at what had just happened, how she hadn’t spared him a glance out of sheer nervousness, and now stood beside the small table near the front door that had the twenty dollar bill for their food sitting atop it. but really, had that… actually just happened ? she had to fan herself in the hopes of fending off that inevitable blush — because she had made the first move when she had always convinced herself that she couldn’t — quick to grab the money and open the door, paying the delivery boy with an awkward grin. taking the box herself and closing the door behind her, she gave herself a moment to collect her thoughts, grip her bearings, whatever you wished to call it. because as satisfying as it was to get that over with, she had to accept that there’d be consequences, such as him not feeling the same pull as she had and it being a momentary lapse in judgment. though in the end, she supposed that it was for the better that she had followed through, no matter what the outcome would be; because as she walked up the stairs with their dinner in hand and a faint pink hue adorning her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, kerry remembered that this crush wasn’t fleeting, as even after all of these months it remained, though she hoped to god that she wouldn’t regret acting on it just this once.

#.. i hate this kdjflas #ker: *always in the midst of a crisis over this shit*#me: *is done*#also hc: ker always likes to sit on the left for some reason??#ok but to clarify this is supposed to be in chronological order but knowing me that might not be clear?? oops jdakl #╳┊: — walk around ‘til 3 am. •「 ask meme. 」#╳┊: — tell me what i know again. •「 answered. 」#dachyun #╳┊: — daydreaming deep breathing keep thinking it’s you. •「 jeremy. 」

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