#but I swear to god ive seen so much from that pile of shit show over the last two days that I literally cannot take it

[kikyozoldyck]

iv. catch me if you can

PAIRING: diego hargreeves x reader SUMMARY: you can dance if you want to WARNINGS: mentions of shooting people, also diego being a fuckboi extreme

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You're on desk duty for the night, taking distress calls and redirecting resources. It’s not the most glamorous job, but it’s got to be done by someone. You’ve just ordered an ambulance for a family on Washington Avenue when Inspector Lupo ducks his head in.

“Looks like your boy is on the news.” He grunts from around his cigar. You look up, putting the phone back in the cradle and leaning back to rub at your face.

Of course Diego-Kraken-Diego is in the news. He’s probably off taking down a pedophile ring, and then he’s going to tie the perps up with a red ribbon and leave them bleeding out all over your carpet. Diego-Kraken—okay, just Diego—keeps getting you bigger and bigger presents. It’s like he’s a cat, bringing you dead mice. Slightly endearing, but also incredibly morbid. A little creepy.

Kind of sweet.

“Tonight’s supposed to be Kraken free.” You sigh, taking a large gulp of your cooling coffee, “okay. What, did he take down some psychotic kingpin now?”

Lupo shakes his head, and he looks—wow, he looks pissed. Pissed and grim.

“Shot a cop.” He says darkly, and ducks away, leaving you staring blankly at the cheap plastic of the phone for a second.

You push yourself to your feet, grabbing your jacket and hurrying out after Ludo after ordering the first rookie you can find to handle the phones.

“Hitching a ride.” You mumble, piling into the back of the car. Ludo gives a noncommittal puff of his cigar, climbing in behind the wheel and turning on the radio.

Diego? Kill a cop?

No.

Not Diego, you keep telling yourself on the way to the crusty motel. Not Diego. Not the idiot who remembers you like to dance and listens to Duran Duran. Yeah, he’s annoying (and just ever-so-slightly charming) as hell, but he’s not—he hates criminals. He told you so. There’s no way he’d murder an officer.

You hear the dispatch on the radio. They’re pulling beat cops off the streets, just to find Diego and run him down. And you get it, there’s a personal vendetta to get the bastard that did this, but do they really need ten squad cars tracking down one guy who didn’t do it anyway? Who didn’t shoot that cop, because it’s Diego and he only ever hurts criminals. There’s a misunderstanding here, a disconnect.

You get to the motel, it’s old in a rough way that means it’s seen a lot of shit just like this and even it’s parking lot smells like sweat, and sex, and scum. The parking lot is full despite the bright flickering “VACANT” sign in the window. It’s not just squad cars—someone’s tipped off reporters, at least four vans of them full of them are swarming the front desk.

“The cop he shot, anyone we know?” You ask, clenching your fists at your side.

“Nah,” Lupo grumbles, angrily spitting out his cigar and stomping on it, “some shit bird from the 99th precinct. But, still it’s the principal of the thing, you know?”

You nod. “You think that D-the Kraken will come back here?”  

“These sickos always come back to the scene of the murder.” Lupo says, pulling a new cigar out of the silver cigar case and offering it to you.

“I don’t smoke.” Is what you’re going to say but there is a crack like lightning, and people start screaming. And Lupo, you think in a panic, they’ve shot Lupo. You turn towards the inspector and find that the sticky metallic scent of blood isn’t wafting from his clothes.

It’s wafting from yours.

*

When you wake up, Lupo’s sitting next to your bedside a cigar pressed between his lips as he scowls at the television. You sigh and groan and he turns to you, his eyes invisible behind his circular sunglasses, and says something about how it was the Kraken who shot you and how he’s going to give the bastard ten bullet holes for the one he gave you before stomping away. You know you should stop him, tell him that no, Diego wouldn’t do that. It’s not who he is but now you’re tired, so you’re going to sleep, wake up, eat red jello, flirt with nurses, and try your best to stay focused on the news.

When you wake up, the Kraken is standing over you.

“I didn’t do it.” Kraken -Diego says, and he sounds desperate. “Please, I swear I didn’t do it. And I wouldn’t--” He swallows hard. “Please.”

You roll your eyes and try to sit up a little, hissing in pain and giving up a moment later.

“Duh.” You say, not unkindly. The Kraken freezes. “You’re not a sniper, Diego, or a cop killer. I know you. You don’t have the balls for assassinations.”

“Oh.” Diego stays perfectly tense for a moment, and then he stumbles down to sit at the end of your bed. “Okay. Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do if—thank you.”

“Sure.” you tell him carelessly. “But you look sort of like death warmed over, so I’m guessing you weren’t completely uninvolved.”

Diego bites his lip.

“No.” He admits, shifting awkwardly, “I was…I was at the motel, but I didn’t…I didn’t kill the cop.”

“Do you know who did?” You ask, trying again, in vain to sit up.

“Yes. No. Sort of.” Diego sighs, running his trembling hands through his hair, “These psychos showed up to my house trying to kill my brother so I followed them to their motel room and when I got there, the guy was lying on the floor bleeding out. But I didn’t see anything.”

This time you do force yourself to sit up, despite the pain in your abdomen. Diego shakes his head, puts a firm hand on your shoulder to try and keep you still, but you push against it.

“Someone tried to kill your brother? Is he okay?” You ask, alarmed. “Jesus, Diego. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“No, no.” Diego promises. “These are all pretty much just flesh wounds, don’t worry.” He gestures to himself widely, like getting seriously wounded by murderous psychos is something totally mundane. For Diego, maybe it is. “I’ll be okay.” He bites his lip. “And so will you.” He doesn’t sound sure, so you nod.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Not even any permanent movement problems—clean shot, through and through.” You tell him optimistically. “They said I should be out of here in a couple of days.” Diego relaxes, reaching out to touch your hand.

“Good.” He sighs, you nod absently, staring down at the tentative brush of Diego’s index finger against the back of your hand. It’s nothing like the Diego who pulled you into a slow dance just a few days ago. It’s careful, hesitant, you think it must be because even though you say you’re okay, Diego’s still got this whole cop killer-sniper thing going on and he’s not sure that it’s the same anymore.

And it shouldn’t be. There shouldn’t be a ‘same’ for it to be, because Diego is a criminal and ‘Diego’ is not even his real name. You don’t even know what he looks like. Diego doesn’t trust you enough to give you his real name, or to show you his face. There’s nothing you owe him.

You turn your hand carefully to catch Diego’s fingers, tugging until you can thread your fingers together and squeezing gently.

“We’re okay, Diego.” You whisper in spite of yourself, and Diego swallows and nods, squeezing back. You shift and feel the slide of cool metal against your skin. “Hey, Diego.” Diego hums, questioning. “I was wondering if you’d want to buy me dinner after you sort out your brother-cop killer-sniper debacle.”

Diego goes very still.

“Like a date?” He asks, and his voice is a little hoarse. “You want to go on a date with me?” you nod, rubbing your thumb against his scarred knuckles.

“I figure, you only live once right?” You say gesturing to your bullet wound, Diego nods, his throat working.

“I didn’t think…I didn’t know if you’d ever really come around.” He admits softly. “I wanted you to, but I didn’t know.”

“Are you kidding me? I would never pass up a free dinner.” You let your smile soften, and squeeze Diego’s hand again. “There’s this kabab place I know. So good. The only thing is, it’s near the station so if you come in full garb you’re going to get shot.” Diego smiles weakly.

“I’d like that.” He says, and there’s too much in his voice, it’s too thick, too heavy. It’s one thing when it’s lighthearted flirting, Diego smirking and dancing around you. It’s another for Diego to be sitting here next to you in the hospital, holding your hand and talking in that voice. You should call for the nurse, call for security, call for someone. You should let go.

You don’t let go.

“Me too.” You tell Diego honestly, because the thought of dating him - really dating him not whatever bullshit you’re doing now - has been on your mind since the night he’d broken into your apartment, and it’s a nice restaurant, and Diego’s a nice guy. You like them both far more than is healthy.

“I really like you.” You say, because between him talking to you like that and all the pain medications pumping through your veins you can't be bothered to lie.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Yo confirm. Diego beams at you, and your heartbeat spikes on the monitors, beat going crazy. Diego’s smile widens. “Oh, shut up.”

“Make me.” Diego dares you, and he’s leaning closer, closer—yes.

Diego’s soft at first, a little unsure, but you want this—god, you had no idea how much you wanted this—so you reach out, pull Diego a little closer. Diego sighs, happy, and wraps an arm around your waist, careful of the bandages on wrapped tightly around your abdomen.

It’s a lazy kiss, slow and comfortable like it’s motion memory. You had sort of been expecting—not that you’d thought about it before—fierce passion and lots of sharp little nips and bites, but this is much gentler, warm and sweet like tempered chocolate.

“Shit!” Diego hisses, and pulls away sharply. You blink after him, feeling strangely bereft. “I’ve got to go. Just—don’t change your mind, alright? I’d be so good to you, you’d never regret it, I swear. Just… kababs. Okay?”

“Okay.”

And the bastard sprints out of the room. Tease. “Hey sweetie, you need anything else before we change shift?” A kindly older woman asks from the doorway, wearing Cookie Monster scrubs and looking a little exhausted. Though, you’re sure you don’t look much better, you think it’s been a tough night for everyone. You lean a little to try and get a look behind her, but there’s nothing there anymore. “No, no. I’m fine. Thank you.” you smile at her, a little weakly. “Just a weird dream.”

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#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x you

[franeridart]

Hi! Idk if you read fanfic, but would you happen to have any kiribaku fic recs? Or any bnha fic rec?

I’m pretty sure there’s stuff tagged as fic recs on this blog, yes! Nothing particularly new tho, I haven’t had the time to put down a new rec-list in a while ;-;

Anon said:How long does it take you to finish a drawing with and without color?

That honestly depends on a lot of factors - which tools I’m using, how many characters there are in the drawing/if it’s full body or not, how used to drawing the character I am, how big is the canvas, if I already have a clear idea of what I mean to draw or not, how precise I want to be with lines and stuff. 

That Yuuto sketch I posted yesterday took me about 40 minutes I think, and over half of it was spent trying to figure out how I was supposed to draw him since it was the first time I drew him - the tools I used are the ones I use when I want to be fast and don’t care about being sloppy. A small random Kirishima bust properly lined and colored could take me five minutes to sketch and line and as many to color on a good day, cause I’ve drawn him so many times by now I don’t even have to think to draw him. Deku, on the other hand, can take me an hour even just to sketch, I can’t seem to grasp how I’m supposed to draw him at all.

Sorry, it really depends on a lot of things, I can’t give a proper answer to this :(

Anon said:Ive been tryin to find ur art of sero carrying baku for like 20 minutes n i cant find it :(

Are you talking about this one? Or this one? There’s also this one I guess...? And maybe this one lol 

Anon said:yoooo, hey man, that cat kiribaku thing ya got going on is some 👌👌👌👌👌

HECK THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Has anyone ever considered Hadmie. Hadou x Camie before?? It just seems like it'd be a cute ship to sail with, tbh. That just might be me tho.

I dunno if anyone has before you, but I can’t say I have, sorry! If I gotta ship Nejire with someone after all it’s gonna be Yuyu haha

Anon said:Hey do you do commissions? I really love your art and I'd love to get a commission from you!! (and also I just wanna know if there's yet another thing that I have to save up for XD)

Not right now, sorry! Maybe after I’m done with the zine things!!

Anon said:*runs around like an excited puppy* DAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVE!!!!!!! :D

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

Anon said:AHHH i love your ocs so much also Nico looks so cute and i love learning new things about them

AAAHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY G O D!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:KIRI + PINEAPPLE PONYTAIL = THE BEST THING EVER

I’M GLAD WE AGREE ON THAT

Anon said:your oc's literally kill me!! i already love nico, and i think i speak for everyone when i say that we definitely want more of him and luca!! i don't know if it's just me, but I love when the angry, swearing types fall for someone.

SOB thank you so so much for the kind words about my kids ;^;

Anon said:OH MY GOD LUCA IS BACK!!!! YESSSSSSSS FUCKING KILL ME THIS IS A BLESSED DAY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. MORE OF YOUR OC'S!!! (only when you want to share of course, I'm just trying to convey my enthusiasm here. not demanding at all ^^)

I think that might happen soon enough, actually!!!! Thank you so much for the interest in them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Are josh and chris still not dating?

Sadly until I’ll sit down to write their story that specific part of it won’t go anywhere :( Chris gotta deal with a bunch of things before he’ll be ready to put a name to what’s between him and Josh 3 one day I’ll let him work through it !!!

Anon said:I'm so paranoid I'm going to repost one of your post by accident but the thing is is I never even repost anything at all but just because I know you don't want them to be I'm so scared that by accident I'm going to have something screenshotted and forget it's yours and like Ugh😂

Well, my name’s written on all my drawing so I doubt you’ll forget it’s my stuff lol to make sure you’re not reposting anything the author doesn’t want reposted you can always just ask before reposting it, tho~

Anon said:I was just scrolling through your OC stuff and I just. Love them so much. Thank you for the babies ❤

GOD THANK YOU ;O;

Anon said:Okay I've never seen your oc's before and Dave is the cutest green boy I love him

AAAAHHHHHH I’M GLAD!!!!!

Anon said:kamijirou getting together? :3 also if there were ever a scenario where jirou would confess first, what do you think she would be thinking?

I actually have half a thing planned for that :0 gimme a while to get around to drawing it!

Anon said:How do you feel imagine kiri’s parents???

Actually since I’m still hoping one day Hori will give us the official versions I try not to think too much about it! I don’t wanna grow attached just to have to give them up once I’ll have the canon versions haha

Anon said:hey quick innocent question ive been following for a long time and saw a lot of your art do you have a thing for feet

Are you asking because I draw a lot of people barefoot? Feet are just easier and faster to draw than shoes, anon

Anon said:I love how you answer asks all at once. It’s nice to see that you’re getting in bulk appreciation

THANKS I honestly just don’t want my blog to be more asks than art, so I let them pile up before answering - it does mean I make people wait a lot for answers tho orz sorry

Anon said:I LOVE YOUR ART

THANK YOU!!!!

Anon said:You've open a sea of possibilities with red pineapple kirishima. You're a legend :prayeremoji:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wouldn’t call myself that but I’m glad you appreciate him too hahaha

Anon said:i cant help but notice nothings been added to your sero tag in 4 months

That might be because I rarely use single characters tags! Try looking under #bakusquad and #seromina :D

Anon said:Hahaaa hi this is probably really really awkward but I just wanted you to let you know that you're super awesome!! And the fact that your art is something that I can look forward to is absolutely amazing (no pressure tho)!!! So yea, thank you for being cool and creating beautiful art~~ :D ✧✧✧

SOB it’s not awkward at all!!!! thank you SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Would you mind adding some more Tokoyami art to your shop? More specifically the pieces where hes hanging out with Kiri, and the Tokoshoji piece :D Im desperate to bury my notebooks in stickers from your shop rn and the bird boy needs more love ❤

AHW I’m sorry anon, but those are definitely too small to be of any use on the shop ;-; if you’re okay with it I could add the last one I posted? I should seriously draw more of him..................

Anon said:That jacket that Kirishima has on...I NEED!

I drew it and that’s still a mood t b h

Anon said:I went so far back in your blog that it kicked me back to the beginning ;-; I was just getting to the D. Greyman stuff too

AW ;-; (..........it’s good tho, the further you go the least worth it my stuff is l m a o)

Anon said:Do you ever draw kiribaku or something else in paper or some kind of sketch book if you do i would love to see them❤(sorry if my english is bad)

I do have some doodles on paper posted on here somewhere? But tbh I rarely draw traditionally anymore unless it’s just random doodles :(

Anon said:Aahhh!!! I really love your kiribaku shit its so cute!!and you draw so goood too literally when i found this ship i instantly found you and you are so perfect in my eyes and your art!!!!! I looooooovvvvvvveeeeee yoooouuuuuu thank you for being here and showing us this stuff!!❤❤❤❤

HECK thank you!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:i adore your art so much and your bakushima comics make me smile a lot! :) you’re one of my favorite artists now dldksjshskdk

tHANK YOU OH MY G OD ;^;

Anon said:Consider this: fantasy Kirishima meeting normal bakugou, thinking that's his Katsuki 😂😂

.........................you literally got no clue how long I’ve been thinkin about drawing this............ he ck

Anon said:Your drawings give me life 😍❤️

sob thank you so so so much ;-;

#fran answers #in other news ive drawn more seros carrying bakugous than i expected #HM #anonymous

[pleasuresofexistence]

been on tumblr for almost 11 years now and I’ve finally reached my limit and blocked a tag

#I don’t really have serious triggers that I’ve had to deal with on this website #which probably comes down to good following choices #and in the past even if I didn’t like a show I just kept scrolling #cause downloading an add on (or going through the settings after they added filtering) just seemed like #so much more work than I was willing to do for something that slightly bothered me #but I swear to god ive seen so much from that pile of shit show over the last two days that I literally cannot take it #maybe that’s unfair cause I haven’t seen it but!! I don’t care to!! it looks bad!!! it’s looked bad every year for the past six years!!! #you’re telling me a show that legitimately has ‘speak of the me!’ as a line of dialogue is good??? no I refuse #I have abnormally strong feelings for a show I haven’t seen but sweet jesus #my dislike for what I’ve seen is so intense and immediate that I’ll probably never watch anything with Tom Ellis in it ever again #the fact that Netflix PAID MONEY to keep making THIS SHOW and we can’t get a final season/a movie wrap up of GLOW????? despicable #changing the tag because apparently tumblr shows your post in a tag even if the ACTUAL tag is just a word in your sentence #and that’s just rude #like I’m not trying to jump down people’s throats for liking it - HENCE WHY I DIDNT TAG IT WITH JUST FUCKING L*CIFER #people like different things I’m personally a fan of many things that can be easily and widely considered garbage #but also I’m allowed to irrationally hate your stupid ass show as much as I want 😃 #especially if the sum total of my hatred is one tumblr post with nothing identifying in it #changing the tag again to be safe I’m talking about l*cif*r #that should be fine anyone who’s tracking the l*cif*r tag is going out of their way to engage with posts meant to avoid them

[geniusorinsanity]

nurseydex, 10!

REMEMBER HOW I WAS DOING THESE TO FIGHT OFF JETLAG

FUN FACT I LOST

anyway:

10. the one where you have a timer on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soulmate.

i. 

“Ammi,” Derek says, tugging on his mother’s skirt. “Ammi, I got something on my hand.” 

His mother looks up from her laptop, brow furrowing, and he holds up his arm for her, sleeve pulled back to his elbow. “Oh,” she says, and she gives him the smile that’s his favorite, the one that’s just for him. She pushes her computer away. “These are your numbers, hayati,” she says, and rolls her own sleeve up. “Like mine and mama’s, you see?”

Derek stands on his tiptoes so that he can look at her wrist, at the 0.0.0.0.0., unmoving against her skin. He looks at his own, shifting as he watches: 13.129.12.6.22. 13.129.12.6.21. 13.129.12.6.20. “Yours don’t move,” he says, frowning. “How come mine move?”

“Because,” she says, touching his hair gently, her eyes soft. “They’re counting.”

ii. 

“Heads up, Billy!”

Billy snaps his head up on instinct, and then immediately yelps and ducks as his brother flings a baseball at his head. “Matt,” he whines, and then, louder, “Mom!”

“Take it outside, boys,” their mother says, without looking up, and Billy makes a face but lets his big brother drag him outside to the lawn.

“I was busy,” he says crossly, even as he takes the ball from Matt and picks up one of the gloves that they never bother bringing inside in the summer.

Matt rolls his eyes, picking up his own glove and jogging back a few steps. “You were not,” he says. “You’re just looking at your numbers again.”

Billy flushes. “I just like watching them,” he says, even though he knows it’s dumb. He knows it’s basically gonna be forever until they tick down to zero–11.36.8.49.37. 11.36.8.49.36. 11.36.8.49.35–but he likes it. It’s something to look forward to. 

“Dork,” Matt says, but it’s fond. “You better hope your soulmate likes romance.”

Billy makes a face. “Gross,” he says, winding back to throw the ball, and Matt laughs.

“With your luck,” he says, “you’ll probably get a poet.”

iii.

Derek rubs absently at his wrist as he reads the next page of Romeo and Juliet. When he concentrates, he can feel the seconds counting down, the shift of the bio-ink on his skin, but he shouldn’t be concentrating on that now. He has homework to do.

The door to the stairwell opens, and he shifts automatically to pull himself out of sight. He doesn’t quite move fast enough, though, and a moment later, Shitty Knight’s face appears over the railing. “Nursey?” he’s frowning. “What’re you doing down here, bro? We’ve got practice in twenty.”

“I know,” Derek admits. “I was. Uh.” Hiding sounds stupid, right? He shouldn’t be hiding. 

“Dude.” Shitty swings himself over the railing and sits next to him. “What’s up? You okay?” He frowns. “Is Connors giving you shit again? I’ll get that little motherfucker thrown off the team, dude, I swear to God I will.”

“No,” Derek says, quickly. “No, it’s fine. I’m just.” He shrugs. “Homesick, I guess?”

Shitty’s face softens. “Oh.” He nudges Derek, almost fondly. “Hiding in a stairwell’s not gonna make you feel less homesick, bud.”

“I know that.” Derek rubs his wrist. Then, on a whim, he glances at Shitty. “Hey. Have your numbers hit zero yet?”

“Nah.” Shitty extends his wrist so Derek can see. 1.282.9.12.19. Derek feels a stab of jealousy. His own numbers are still ticking down from four years. Shitty raises his eyebrows. “Is that what you’re homesick for? You don’t have to be embarrassed about that.”

Derek shrugs, rubbing his thumb over his wrist again. “It just feels weird,” he murmurs, “to miss someone I’ve never met.”

iv.

Will looks at the pamphlets spread out over his kitchen table. He’s got offers for a few of them already, has already done a couple tours. It’ll be down to scholarships, he knows, if he’s looking to go private, and that’s kind of a lot of pressure, but…

“Penny for your thoughts, Billy,” his dad says, plopping down into the chair next to him.

“Um.” Will puts down the Samwell University booklet, hoping his flush doesn’t show too much on his face. “I was just, you know. Thinking.” He gestures to the piles of glossy materials on the table. “It’s a lot.”

“It is a lot,” his dad agrees. He pulls one of the pamphlets out. “I thought you were thinking UMaine? Keep the Black Bear generation going?”

His mom went to UMaine for nursing, and Matt’s there now, working on his Forestry and Survey Engineering Technology degree. It’s a good school, Will knows, and not too far from home, and the hockey team wants him. Playing Div I hockey at his mom and brother’s alma mater isn’t the worst prospect, but.

But.

But he’s been getting scouts from Samwell, too, and there’s something about that 1 in 4, and maybe more! that makes the numbers on the inside of his wrist tickle when he reads it. 

“I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t think I’m ready to rule out Samwell just yet.”

v.

Derek’s not a math guy, but he doesn’t have to be a genius to figure out that the numbers ticking down on his wrist are going to hit zero the same day he’ll be touring Samwell. He calls his sister in a panic when he realizes, and she laughs at him over the phone, tells him to get a good night’s sleep–“right,” he says, “like that’s gonna fucking happen”–and not to put too much product in his hair because his soulmate should like it the way he is.

She thinks she’s hilarious, probably. Derek hangs up and screams into his hotel pillow.

0.0.7.42.38.

He ends up awake half the night, too wired to sleep, and almost sleeps through his alarm. He grabs an Uber to Samwell’s campus and just about falls out of the car when it pulls up in front of Faber, the skin on his wrist tingling and prickling under his sleeve. 

0.0.0.04.49

The inside of the rink is as cold as they always are, but he’s glad for the sudden chill–it might actually cool the crazy flush in his skin. Derek peers around, looking for the rest of the prospects, and spots the group in the stands, halfway around the rink. 0.0.0.01.22. He takes a breath, pushes his hair off his face, puts his hat back on, and heads off towards them.

And promptly almost slips down the stairs–

Except someone grabs his arm. 

“Jesus,” says the kid holding onto him, looking at Derek with the prettiest fucking eyes he thinks he’s ever seen in his life. “I hope you’re smoother on the ice, dude.”

“Uh,” Derek says, staring. “I try to be.” 

He doesn’t need to look at his wrist to know his numbers just hit zero. He swallows. “Thanks, for–” he gestures, with his free hand, and clears his throat. “I’m Derek.”

The kid’s gaze flickers down, to the grip of his fingers on Derek’s sleeve, and he says, “I’m Will. Well–Dex.”

I’ve been waiting my whole life for you, Derek thinks. He says, voice hoarse, “You’re still holding my arm.”

Dex flushes scarlet under his freckles. “I–” he says, and then, “Yeah.”

He doesn’t let go.

Derek doesn’t really mind.

send me a soulmate au

#Anonymous #dexnursey #nurseydex #otp: you'd totally sing to me #AND THEN THEY SPENT THE NEXT SEVERAL MONTHS BICKERING LIKE CHILDREN #or something #soulmate au

[the-writers-one]

Going Home

“Take my hand.” His voice was steady and his eyes never left mine his hand stretched to meet mine.

“No!” I shook my head the slight movement causing the car to wobble on the rocky ledge, tempting my fate with ever move I made.

“Look I’m not trying to ask you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life!” He was kneeling on the boulder to the right of my shattered window his tan arm floating in the space that was once my window. 

“I know you Scott. And you never miss an opportunity and look at you on one knee just like a man would be to propose.” I know I was being irrational but right now I was dangling on the side of a cliff, a place I had no intention to be at and I definitely was not getting married anytime soon.

“I swear Karen on anything important to me that I am not  going to propose to you.” His eyes widened when the car started to tilt more to the side of me falling to my death. “Now take my damn hand before you die you crazy lady.”

“First of all I am not crazy, I just don’t want to get married and secondly do you mean like not proposing in this moment or never again.” Slowly reaching out to him I played my hand into large palm his callouses rubbing against mine skin sending goose bumps up my arm.

“Oh you totally not crazy.”he mumbled under his breath and I rolled my eyes before he yanked my arm sending me flying through the window the edges of glass catching my clothing ripping the expensive fabric. My shriek of terror ripping through my throat, the groaning of the car before it tipped over the edge barely heard. 

A long stretch on silence followed by the ground shaking crash signifying the death of my beloved car.  Ripping my hand from his grasp and peeling myself off of Scotts body that was being crashed into the boulder from my weight, I crawled towards the edge of the cliff where the smoke from my car was rising to me. 

“My car!” Scooting back from the edge I sunk to my ass and leaning against the boulder that Scott still layed upon. “Your’e okay right? Not dead from using your body as a cushion when you painfully yanked me out of my car sending it to its death.”

Groaning Scott rose to one elbow his shadow splayed next to me tracking his every movement,

“Im doing great, just got the wind knocked out of me saving you from plummeting to your death.” He plopped backdown his body lying limply on the hard surface the rise and fall of his chest labored.

“Yeah I know but my car still fell.” I gestured towards the smoke that was billowing up and into the sky. Then I glanced my over my shoulder. “And you never answered my question.”

“Yeah well its payback from never answering my question.” His voice was gruffer than it was 10 years ago and I couldn’t help but notice how much he has grown his once toned youth body is now larger and filled with hard tanned muscles.

“What question was that exactly, because allowing my car to plummet since I didn’t answer a question I don’t even remember you asking is wrong.” Rising to my feet and dusting off my now ripped jeans with my hands I watched his gaze follow the moment of my hands across my ass. The tear stretching across my ass and down my thigh showing the edge of my panties

“You know exactly what question I’m referring it.” His eyes continued to scan my body, noticing all the differences the years have done to me. The softness of to many donut runs showing in my hips. The tears from the broken glass of my windows showing the pale skin under shirt. The largest tear under my arm stretching from my armpit to my hip showing the side of my bra. “And there was no way I could have stopped your car from falling, no one could have.”

Narrowing my eyes at his relaxed figure I kicked the dirt piled on the ground a cloud of dust filling the air and sticking it his low riding blue jeans. My eyes straying to the spot where his shirt and sweatshirt  raised from his movements showing a small patch a hair leading towards his wast band.

“Like what you see?” His voice snapped me out of my train of thought and I started into his deep green eyes his grin turned up. His face showing all the thoughts and his ego expanding as well.

“Nope. But you obviously like what you see. You can’t seem to take your eyes off of me.” Turning on my heel I stalked towards the road the small branches crunching under my heels, the uneven terrain causing me stumble slightly.

“I know you don’t mean that. And Ive seen you naked before there’s nothing I haven’t seen but i wanted to make sure you weren’t bleeding.” His voice was closer, telling me he was following me so I picked up my pace trying to get as far away from him as possible. “I know I need to stop you but I love watching the view when you start to walk away from me.”

“Why do I need to stop? And the only reason I would be bleeding is because you forcibly yanked me from my car.” I spun quickly on my heel taking a sudden step back when I realized how close he actually was to me.

“Again no way anyone could have saved that car, you’re just lucky I saved your life. You’re welcome by the way.”He pointed a thumb over his shoulder back towards where my car took a nose dive to its end. “My truck is over there by the way.”

“Like I would get in a car with you.” Laughing I continued my walk towards town, or at least what I thought the direction of town was. I definitely wasn’t going to ask Scott. I don’t need Scott.

Chanting that in my head, I yanked my tattered shirt tight around my body. The small breeze chilling my skin. My jeans stretching with every step I took in my sneakers. Picking up my pace I scanned the horizon searching for any sign saying I was heading in the right direction.

Yeah Karen there’s going to be a sign up ahead saying keep going this way town is just right there. Shaking my head I glanced behind me, Scotts shiloutte getting smaller and smaller as I continue moving forward. Stopping I stood on the side of the road and stared at Scott as he stood and stared at me. 

Think Karen, a ride with Scott won’t be to bad, yeah he will ask a million questions or maybe he will do is quiet brooding bit which could work but his fingers would tap on the steering wheel or he would humm and it would drive me insane. He would be itching to ask his million questions but his ‘mama raised him right’ as the ladies at the “Dye it Right’ hair shop would say, and he wouldn’t pry.

Stalking back and dragging my heels as I got closer, I watched Scott nod his head a tight smile stretched across his face.

“I see you are just as happy as I am so maybe we can just not say anything on the ride back.” I stood a few feet away from him keeping a large space between us. And he noticed. HIs eyes started at his toes and scanned the ground all the way to my toes and slowly up my body, a small heat settling in my stomach and spreading through me. He slowly lifted his sweatshirt peeling it off his body, his red shirt the only thing hugging his toned body, he passed me his sweatshirt his arm dangling in the large open space.

“Can I at least ask where you would like me to take you? Will you at least answer this question?” His eyes never left my face his gaze intense and filled with ideas I wasn’t going to poke with a 10 inch pole. But I couldn’t focus on that right now, I needed a place to go. Quickly snatching the sweatshirt I hurriedly slipped it over my head and it feel past my hips and to my mid thigh. Covering all the holes the broken glass made. Scotts natural scent rising up to my nose, sending a sense of longing and comfort through me. 

Focus Karen. I haven’t been back in 10 years, my parents moved away shortly after I scurried out of town, the humiliation driving them away as it did me. I know my god -mother was still in town but I haven’t spoken to her in at least a year, and she may not own the Rooster Inn anymore. But what other choose did I have.

“The Rooster Inn.” My voice was stronger than I was feeling, that was for damn sure. Not only did I almost fall to my untimely death, a thought I was avoided till I had at least a bottle of wine and was soaking in a hot tub. I was also going to be stuck in the cab of a truck with my ex-boyfriend who I didn’t part with on the good terms, to say the least.

Oh and don’t forget the big kicker, I was being dragged back to my home town for some unknown reason and instead of staying for a few hours I was going to be stuck for an unknown time with no clothes, no phone and no money. Dropping my shoulders and my head I sulked to the truck my mind reeling with the momentous shitness of my situation.

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