#i get the vibe he's saying this as his stomach is chewing on itself

[tehriel]

I saw your post about taking writing requests and wanted to try my hand! If it doesn't vibe with you and you don't want to do this request, that's ok!! My request: Phantom x gn!reader where it's a rainy, stormy day at the ministry and not much is happening so Phantom and reader find something or more than one thing to do to entertain themselves throughout the day? Thank you so much if you do decide to do this!! Wishing you a good day/night <3

I got you friend~

Made Phantom chaotic bored and seeking attention.

Was a fun write~

It went very spicy, so over 18 please my friends and the mature-rated is below the line but the explicit is on AO3

Reader is afab non-binary, body bits do be described in the explicit, if that gives the ick, completely understandable

Hope you enjoy it c:

The wind was an unhappy banshee. Less of an ominous howl against the windows of the ministry and more of an “AAHHHHAAAHHHH EEEEEEEEE,” followed by dog whistling. Rain threw itself at the ornate roofing. The sky was straight up, slapping the cathedral, and it stood proudly at the top of its hill, flipping off the storm clouds with the inverted cross atop its steeple.

Phantom sighed loudly and rolled onto his stomach, eating a face full of antique ministry rug. He was very close to the open fireplace. Ghouls loved a fireplace—it wasn’t that they were feline, more that cats were demonic.

“You good bud?” You placed your warm mug down to ask.

You didn’t get an answer, so your eyes left the page of your book to see he’s raised a thumb. His Switch had run out of battery only ten minutes ago. The ministry may have been defiant to the last—but power lines were only ever looking for a reason to go down.

“What am I doing with my life?” His voice was muffled on the carpet.

Ten minutes and he’d already hit an existential crisis. It might be a record. “You and I are ghouls doing very important house-sitting while everyone else is on tour.” You scanned for your reading spot and wriggled into your nook of the leather couch, finding it.

“What do I dooooo?”

You put your finger on your spot, “At least one of your guitars isn’t electric; play some Wonderwall or something—dudes love playing Wonderwall.”

He rolled to the side, and his big calf eyes had gone dull. “Come on, you know I love Wonderwall—so rude.”

You smirked into your book; you did know that.

He harrumphed, stood up, and sauntered toward his den.

What a creature. You knocked down five pages before you heard the beginnings of Wonderwall—he’d be content for hours. But he wasn’t. He strummed quietly for a while, then he sang—then sang it again loudly. Whatever he was looking for, it wasn’t a wonderwall.

Despite all this, you got lost in your salacious book, and your tail lazily batted the couch.

‘Tucker tucker tucker tuck’. They were ghoulish, skittering, sock-covered footsteps on floorboards. You didn’t look up—he tracked down the hallway and back again. His steps caught speed, and then you heard him slide against the polished floor. “New record!” You heard him cheer at some point.

You were determined to read this book to the disgustingly raunchy finish.

“Hey, _____.”

“What’s up, amore mio?”

He didn’t say anything.

You sighed, tracked your spot in your book and looked up from it again. “Love?”

Phantom looked you dead in the eye, sitting on the coffee table. His light grey skin was speckled with cute moles. His noir haircut let it flick in any way it pleased.

 He bit into a banana, skin on, halfway up the shaft. 

He chewed it.

You blinked and went back to your book.

You heard him gag.

You wouldn’t laugh—you saw what he was doing then. Your sweet puppy-eyed ghoul was looking for attention. You would usually indulge, but perhaps your devilish nature was showing tonight.

“______, come dance in the rain with me~” he jumped up after a while.

Thunder shook the defiant building. “I don’t think that’s rain; I think it’s a power wash setting,” you murmured to your pages.

“Sounds fun~”

“Sounds wet.”

“No, you sound wet,” he said childishly.

“Do I?” You wouldn’t crack a smile, “While it is that kind of book, Amore, I’m nowhere near the good stuff yet.”

His eyes narrowed on the cover as if he’d named it his rival. “Can’t be that good…” he muttered, and you heard him walk behind your couch to pry.

You skipped back to some pages you’d read the night before that had… left a lasting impact.

There was some time before all he said was, “I see.” But his voice was not alright, so he pulled away quickly.

“You good, Tom?”

There came only grumbling as he disappeared.

Things eventually began heating up in your book; you got a fair way in before you heard ‘tick….tick…..tick’ behind you on the stained glass window. You begrudgingly pulled yourself from your smutty dream world to look over and through the pane. 

Phantom was out there in the rain throwing small rocks. He saw you look, and you watched him spin in it and splash in a puddle. He was right; it did look fun. You couldn’t be tempted. You didn’t negotiate with terrorists. You did watch him for a while, his black tail streaming behind him as he ran. Phantom knew he was cute. Endearing dork. Sometimes, you just wished he’d tell you what he actually wanted, not what he thought you wanted—it seemed he was all too used to ignoring his own needs and feelings. He was a bit of a hopeless case.

You loved him. 

You turned back to your book—whatever he wanted, he could ask for himself.

It was some time before you saw him again. You heard him drip back into the room, then some wet rustling and the slap of wet fabric landing on the coffee table.

You glanced to see his back was bare, silhouetted and sat by the fire as the world had grown darker, dripping wet from the rain. His hair was weighed down and stuck to the back of his neck as it trickled down his back. So that’s how he would do it?

Then the little shit shook himself out, sending water spray everywhere.

“Eh! Phanta!” You squealed.

“Oh, sorry, ______,” he grinned apologetically over his shoulder, his sharp teeth glinting.

Your eyes narrowed. He did have a pretty back; it was speckled with freckles and had cut shoulder blades. He wore his black uniform pants low. You might have wanted to run your fingers against that defined spine of his. But this was a taunt.

Using a degree of willpower, you shifted your gaze back to your book, and whatever happened in the pages only got hotter—well, that was unhelpful.

You felt his weight against the couch as he came to drip beside you. Your nose crinkled from the wetness of it, but you relaxed anyway. Then you felt his big, wet head rest on your shoulder. Dark eyes trailed your book while black claws grazed your thigh.

He was a ghoul that needed a lot of care and attention. You knew this. It was very hard not to give in to it.

After a lengthy admission of feelings, the too-perfect male heartthrob was getting on his knees before the geeky boy who had helped him overcome his academic failures. You swallowed. You knew Phantom was reading too. His tail flickered against the couch. You turned the page. His claws at your thigh dragged rougher.

“_______,” he whispered softly.

“You okay, my love?”

He didn’t answer. 

You found the point in the book that you were up to, pointed to it, looked over, and drowned into the dark depths of his eyes. 

His brows were knitted.

You knew what he wanted—he only had to ask.

He looked down and shook his head, “I’m good.” He stood and walked away.

You sighed, watching him return to his den. Did he not think you wanted him? When he appeared again, you would crumble for him—he was only torturing both of you at this point.

That time never seemed to come. You finished one of the raunchiest sex scenes of your life, and you looked up to find he was nowhere to be seen. There was only the angry rapping of rain against the church’s facade. You placed your bookmark in your book—so this was his next ploy, then? You would have to go find him?

You tracked the phantom puddles like ectoplasm towards his den. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness of his room. His den was a cacophony of stolen gems from an abandoned Halloween store in town. It smelled like licorice all sorts, and caramel apples on Halloween night. He was on his gothic four-post bed with its red and black velvet lashings. Guy just wanted to be Legosi’s Dracula. 

His back was to the door, bare spine curled, the point of his tail hidden and likely in his hands.

It looked like he finally died of boredom.

“Phantom?”

He huffed.

“There something you wanted?”

He didn’t say anything.

It was like approaching Howl in his castle while he moped. The bed dipped as you came to sit beside him. “What do you need?” You prompted again.

You watched his wet, saggy head shake.

Ah, darling. “You want me to go?”

His head finally shifted to look at you. Of all the puppy eyes. He whispered your name, his chest rising as his breath deepened.

“Phantom,” your brows drew. You were going to give in—he had to know you wanted him, and still… he had to trust you would catch him if he took that leap. You shook your head and began standing; he’d given you no answer.

“Stay.” He caught your wrist and shoved you to the mattress hard. You heard his heart leap at what he had just done. His eyes went a little wide. 

You looked up at him, just as surprised as him at what he had done.

“Uh… sorry…” his brows drew. “I’m… not sure what I’m doing with myself. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“You did try to eat a banana with the skin on,” you nodded up at him.

“I don’t think that was too far outside the realms of normal for me.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” you chuckled. “You feel like telling me what you want yet? You know you just have to ask, right?”

He hummed and hid his face in the crook of your neck, hair still damp against your cheek.

“Tom?” You ran a hand over his nape.

“I want you,” he muttered. 

“What do you want to do with me, Amore?”

His only reply was to graze your neck with his teeth—suppose that’s all you would get. The book had left you feeling hot and sensitive; you swallowed, and he drew a soft noise from your chest.

The lightning tattooed the image of his body looming yours against your eyelids.

“Did you not think I wanted you?” You ran your claws down his back, making him shiver against you.

He huffed. “My brain is not always my friend,” he admitted and licked at your throat.

You traced fingertips down his abdominals and lower. “What is it saying now?”

He searched your eyes; it seemed he was deliberating whether or not to say something. “That you’re too kind for your own good… that you would do this with me out of pity.”

“Pity, hm?” Your heart hurt for him. “Think your brain underestimates how fucking selfish I am,” your smile twisted to show your teeth. “I sent the sisters fucking home to the convent so you’d only look at me.” You growled, and your tail flickered against his calf.

His pointed ears turned violently red. “Oh.” His body heated against yours.

“I’m not usually so territorial,” you clawed softly at his back. You weren’t with the other ghouls in your pack. “I want you to tell me…”

“I want to taste you, and I want you to…” You saw the labour of his breath in his shoulders over you. “Cum on my cock.” He withdrew from your throat to find your eyes. His had darkened to pitch, “I need it _______.”

Finally. 

#phantom x reader #phantom ghoul #phantom ghoul x reader #ghost fanfiction #phantom ghost #ghost bc

[mane--attraction]

Experiment (Murdock x Reader)

Hiiii this might be my singular fic this month; was writing something else, we’ll see what happens with it. I’m trying to get it done but I’ve been busy. Inspired by an Eg0tober prompt (censored so it won’t somehow go into the tag lol). Some content warnings below the cut.

Word count: 660

MINORS DNI

(Bondage reference, dom/sub, kitten pet name, very slight breeding kink, implied edging? hopefully i didn’t forget anything that needs to be added)

***

You shiver, staring up at the light above the table you’re laying on. It’s not particularly cold in the house, but being naked and a little nervous will do that to a person. You pick at the edges of the wood.

“Don’t do that.”

The sound of Murdock’s feet across the floor alert you to him first, but his command startles you, and you sheepishly move your hands back to your sides. Wordlessly, he places the bundle on the smaller table set up next to you in your eyeline, and you look over at it. Leather gloves unwrap the fabric, and like a doctor laying out his tools, he arranges the contents before him.

You suspected it was going to be sex toys, but you didn’t realize how many he was going to bring out. How long has he had these? How long has he been planning this? Can you even see the full extent from your vantage point? You squirm, chewing at your lip.

“Stop moving.” He doesn’t look at you, not yet. Even if he was, he hasn’t taken off his glasses. “Otherwise, I’ll just have to tie you down.” Murdock pauses, as if considering something. You nearly squirm again, but manage to stop yourself. He chuckles to himself and resumes his work. “Maybe I’ll need to, anyway.”

You don’t answer him either way, refusing to out yourself and attempting to keep your thoughts from running rampant from what little you’re able to see (and failing).

“Strap you down and…” his muttering trails off, finally glancing over at you. “Beautiful,” he rumbles, and your cheeks flush, causing him to grin toothily and somehow just shy of hungry. Murdock takes hold of your jaw and kisses you, and you quickly, eagerly let him in, something he takes full advantage of; before long, your head is spinning, and when he pulls away, you’re breathless.

“Now,” he says, walking to the end of the table and then trailing his hands down your body, the cool leather slowly warming, “are you ready to play, sweetheart?” His fingers barely brush against your core, and it takes more self-control than you’d like to keep yourself from whining; it’s bad enough your hips twitch towards him. A single hand rests across your lower stomach in silent command. Once you’ve obeyed, he leans over you, looming, hands now by your shoulders. “Ready to see just how much you can take?”

The knot in your stomach is outweighed by the heat in your core. You nod. “M— Mm-hm.”

His grin grows wicked. “Very good.” He gives you a shockingly soft kiss, then nips at your lip before making his way back to his “work station.” You don’t have time to consider what you’ve gotten yourself into, the sound of buzzing distracting you. Your attention returns to the toys; more specifically, the vibe he’s holding and the dildos—multiple, in different sizes and styles—he has set up, ready to go. You gulp, eyes flitting up to meet Murdock’s, revealed now to show just how ravenous he is.

“Don’t worry,” he practically purrs, “everything will work out just fine, kitten.” He brushes the vibe against your outer thigh. “Just let Sir have his fun…and he’ll be sure to reward you.”

It’s not really the vibrations itself that have your heart racing, light as they are right now, even as he s l o w l y drags it towards your center. “Something hot and sticky…somewhere deep…” The barest brush against the sensitive skin, and your breath hitches. He pulls it away quickly. “Sounds good, doesn’t it?”

You nod, trying not to pout. He raises an eyebrow, and you hurriedly say, “Yes, sir.”

“Wonderful.” He grabs a dildo with his other hand and bumps it against your entrance. His expression sharpens while you bite your lip, trying not to move. “Don’t cum, sweetheart.”

The vibration gets stronger, and only now do you realize just how long this night will be.

#lemon #murdock x reader #minors dni #x reader #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #d/s #i wasn't gonna throw 'sir' in there but he needed the third person sentences thrown in there so it'd feel correct #murderplier x reader #idk if people are still using that tag but might as well #queuing this before i think too much more about this shjsd

[jadeazora]

Another kinda cute Cyrus voice line. (I'm pretty sure Cy's diet consists mainly of caffeinated beverages and energy bars tho...)

#pokemon masters #pokemas #galactic leader cyrus #team galactic #pokemon villains #pokemon dppt #i get the vibe he's saying this as his stomach is chewing on itself

[undermattsun-archive]

taste

(skate rat) kawanishi taichi x fem!reader | w.c 3.5k

a/n: SURPRISE it’s a sequel to mouth <3 my original skate rat sin i suppose, and also like my first real fic/drab for the fandom. god bless. as always thank u to @bakatenshii​ + @sugardaddykenma​ for putting up with me ranting about this fic (and also putting up with me since mouth)

big big thanku to #1 wife @pomsuki​ for reading this for me and yelling at me to finish this damn thing <3

18+ university age | pls read ALL warnings

warnings: drugs, public sex, dub/noncon exhibitionism, degredation, humiliation, dubcon, blood, slight injury (it’s a bloody nose), toxic behavior, misogynistic energy? vibes? you’ll know when u see it honestly

reading mouth isn’t necessary but it is appreciated! and pls check out melt + nightingale syndrome for they exist in the same skate rat universe (+ they’re delicious fics) also the people who wrote em r BIG SEXY

There were more than enough reasons to quit Kunimi Akira. He never texts back, he doesn’t go to class, he’s fucked a few of your friends and he couldn’t commit if you paid him. He was simply a waste of time, it was like every second spent with him was another mark ticked off a test, a percentile lowering on your next paper.

But chucking Kunimi would be like trying to sort grains of rice, difficult and damn near impossible. He always knew how to draw you back in and he enjoyed the mind games a lot more than his bored expression would let on. 

Despite the impossibility of quitting him you had to at least try, so you swore up and down that hooking up with him at Oikawa’s party some odd months ago was truly the last of it, that you were done with him and all of his irritating skate rat friends.

Which begs the question of how you ended up at the little concrete amphitheater on campus, sandwiched between Hanamaki and Matsukawa on one of the steps, a blunt being passed between the two of them without so much as a second glance towards you.

“Say, when’s the last time you and Kunimi had fun?” Makki’s grin is nothing short of lascivious, a slimy feeling weighs on your tongue as you shrug off a shudder.

“Say, was that ever any of your business?” You retort, snatching the blunt from his lips bringing it to your own and inhaling deeply, revelling at the warmth creeping down your throat and filling your chest. 

“Quit it Makki, she’s not gonna fuck you. Kunimi got her ‘round his little finger,” Mattsun coos, taking back the blunt, “besides, heard she’s a fuckin ice queen in the sack. Boooring.”

A sharp inhale keeps you grounded, the sound of Iwaizumi’s board slamming back down onto the pavement reminding you where you are, who you’re with. You’re not going to fall for Mattsun’s little games too.

“Tch.” Daggers prick at your lips, but you bite your tongue knowing that fueling the fire will earn you nothing but a headache. It’s not like you’re waiting for anything, or anyone, stealing a few more hits and leaving would be the best option.

“Oh? Nothing to say? But I heard your mouth was your only redeeming quality.” You focus your gaze on Iwaizumi telling Oikawa to stay out of his way, trying not to let your growing discomfort scare you away. The stubborn refusal of letting Mattsun’s words win only letting a dull ache grow at the base of your skull, prickling further when he and Makki let out low mocking laughs.

“Hey fucknuts!” Your head whips over to see a blur of crimson race by, followed gradually by a few other familiar faces you’ve seen around at parties and on campus.

“God, not these assholes.” Makki laughs as Oikawa makes faces at one of the newcomers. Your eyes drag across the unfolding scene as the number of rowdy idiots grows. You swallow hard, knowing that staying any longer would only cause your headache to further bloom.

“That’s my cue to leave.” You sigh, it’s not like you were waiting for Kunimi in the first place. You weren’t. You were just...killing time.

“Leaving?” Your head tips back to look up at the source of the question, Kawanishi Taichi, of course. 

“Yeah, dunno why I’m here in the first place.” You brush off his quirked brow and shove Mattsun hard with your shoulder as you stand up. With a curt nod, you smooth a hand over your jeans, turning on your heel to brush past Kawanishi, ignoring the low whistle that falls from his lips. You make it a good distance down the walkway before the sound of crunching footsteps behind you prickles at your ears as you ready yourself to tell whoever it is to get lost. 

“Want a ride?” You let out a huff as you look over your shoulder to see Kawanishi standing so nonchalantly, hands tucked into his pockets as he chews on a toothpick.

“Shouldn’t you be skating around with your little boyfriends?” The comment slips out, followed by your tongue sliding over your bottom lip as if it’ll soften the sharpness of your tone. 

“Nah, just droppin 'em off,” his eyes rake up and down your figure as you turn to face him, “where’s yours?”

“My what?”

“Your little boyfriend. You were waiting there like a lost puppy for him.” A protest rises in your chest, curbing it when you see a flash of something akin to flirtatious teasing in his normally passive eyes. 

“I... I don’t have one.” The words are slathered in honey, punctuated with a flutter of your lashes as Kawanishi takes another step forward. 

If Kunimi likes playing all those stupid games, why not play a few of your own?

“Is that so?” His head tilts slightly, you feign shyness, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you smile sweetly at him, confirming your statement with a nod of your head. “My car’s just over in the parking lot.” He tips his head in the direction of the closest lot, before turning to start walking. Without hesitation you easily fall into step beside him, trying to dampen your rising nerves.

Despite the dumb little hookups peppering your dating history, you had only gone so far with most of them, Kunimi being one of the few —and the only one you crawled back to— that you had made the unfortunate pleasure of going all the way with. You keep pushing away at the thoughts of inexperience as Kawanishi approaches an old, beat up, black Corolla, the paint flaking off with dings and dents littering across the body, the impeccably shiny rims on the wheels making you snort. 

It was a rather famous car across campus, seeing it around with stupid skate rats crammed in there with the windows fogged with smoke was an almost daily occurrence, especially highlighted by how it’s tied to one too many stories of girls having varying encounters with Kawanishi –and sometimes one of his friends– in said car.

“Wanna smoke or skip to the real fun?” He never minced any words, always up front or just completely skipping out on the conversation. It always made him the best project partner in the odd classes you’ve shared over your uni years.

“I don’t like waiting.” The fuzziness nipping at your spine from the few hits you took earlier were just enough, not wanting to dull your senses completely during this encounter. The bluntness of your answer causes a smirk to play at Kawanishi’s lips as he opens the door to the back.

“Well then, ladies first.” He gestures to the gray cloth seats, you make a point to ignore the questionable stains littered across it as you slide in, trying to focus instead on figuring out the heady scent permeating through the car. Cheap cologne, cigarettes, weed and maybe stale beer, and something that was distinctly him. 

Your eyes are drawn to a stain on the roof that looks oddly similar to an eagle, the thought unfinished as Kawanishi practically dives in after you. The sound of the door slamming preempting hands roaming over your body and lips moving against your neck. 

“Kawa-”

“Just Taichi.” He clips as he works the buttons of your jeans, a coarse hand working against your spine as he unhooks your bra.

“Eager much?” You laugh as he pushes at your shirt and bra exposing pert nipples to cool air, simultaneously managing to work your jeans past your hips and down your thighs.

“You said no waiting.” With a chaste kiss to your lips he’s maneuvering you onto your stomach, raising your hips in the air, face shoved halfway between the seat and door.  You let out a huff as your hand braces itself against the door, while the other on the seat below you, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the cramped setting.

“Mhm.” It’s the best reply you can manage as he grinds his clothed cock against the cleft of your ass, already hard. You can only imagine how many women he’s had in this situation to award all six feet and three inches of himself the ability to move so successfully around in the cramped backseat. 

Nimble and worn fingers circle around your hip, dipping down to tease at dampening lace, eliciting a soft moan from you. You push back against him, delighting in the soft grunt he lets out as he curls himself over you to scrape his teeth over your nape. His fingers continue to run up and down against your clothed cunt, pressing at the growing slick spot marking your wanting hole.

“Excited huh?” He mumbles as he skims his tongue against the shell of your ear, you manage a low hum in reply as he slides his hands back up, tugging down the flimsy piece of clothing, exposing your needy cunt to hungry eyes. He wastes no time pressing his fingers against your twitching hole, causing you to wiggle your hips just enough to earn a low chuckle and send the message of just how much you want him, need him. 

Without any further hesitation he slips in a finger, your back arching with the realization his fingers are longer than Kunimi’s, chest burning at the fact you could even think of another man in this situation. As if he can sense your wandering thoughts Taichi works in another finger, another following quickly after. There’s no urgency in his movements, each twist and thrust of his fingers methodical, curling in just the right way, making sure to brush his thumb over your throbbing clit to send a stinging pleasure up your spine. 

You can’t deny the way he’s taking you apart so sweetly, the tightening deep in your belly achingly sweet, as he starts to thrust his fingers even deeper, tiny gasps and whines starting to grow louder and louder as you careen towards bliss. With a particularly rough curl of his fingers you feel yourself come undone completely, punctuated by a shameless moan.

The sound of knuckles tapping against the fogged glass pulls you out of your blissful haze, still acutely aware of the way Taichi has his fingers lazily twisting inside of you. 

“It’s open.” He tugs you back by the hips slightly as he retracts his fingers painfully slow, listening as he unzips his jeans. Your heart races as the passenger door opens, shifting uncomfortably to try to catch a glimpse of who’s slid into the car.

“Oh, so that’s where you went, Mattsun said you were hanging around.” Your blood runs cold, your state of undress tightening your chest as you become painfully aware of the situation you’re in. The passive tone of Kunimi’s voice nips at your skin, tears away at the search of mindless fun that you had tried to pursue with Taichi, filling your chest with raw embarrassment.

“What do you want?” The tear of a wrapper following the question, whatever protest you had silenced by a hand coming down to grip harshly at your ass.

“You have my grinder.” Kunimi slips into the passenger seat, the sound of the glove box popping open making your eyes squeeze shut. 

“Yeah well close the door at least.” Your eyes widen at Taichi’s statement, you didn’t want Kunimi to just close the door, you wanted him to leave.

“Whatever. Can I smoke in here?” It doesn’t sound like much of a question, more of a declaration with the ‘can’ and the question mark tacked on for decoration.

“I don’t care, do you?” You crane your head just enough to catch the blasé expression on Taichi’s face, a quirked brow directed more at your ass than you.

“Yeah sweetheart, care if I’m in here while you’re whoring yourself out?” Kunimi scoffs, the irritated tinge to his bored tone making you furrow your brows.

“Oh fuck you.” You start to rise on your elbows, only for Taichi’s hand to land between your shoulder blades, keeping you from moving any further. You let out a huff as Kunimi clicks his tongue in feigned disappointment.

“Sorry babe, it’s me who’s fucking you this time around, maybe Kunimi can get the next round.” Before you can even bother with a retort, Taichi drags the head of his cock against slick folds, teasing at your entrance. You let your head hang down, the click of a lighter grating on your nerves more than you would like to admit. 

“Please, fuck me, I want it so bad.” The whininess of your voice annoys even you, but if Kunimi wants to stick around and get on your nerves, then two could play that game. 

“Since you asked so nicely.” Just like before he slides in slowly, carefully, as if to make you memorize what each inch of him feels like splitting you apart so sweetly.

“Shit.” You exhale shakily as you try to adjust to him, it had been months since you last fucked anyone, since you last fucked the asshole sitting passenger.

He sets a leisurely pace, steady and infuriating. There’s a hand clamped down on your hip, fingers digging in painfully to keep you in place, to establish that he’s the one calling all the shots. You huff, still trying to buck your hips to meet his thrusts. There’s something in his actions that makes you feel greedy, desperate for so much more than he’s offering.

There’s no way around it, you’re completely at his mercy, left taking the shallow, slow thrusts that only makes the desperate ache deep in your cunt grow.

“Hook a finger or two in her mouth.” There’s a pause in Taichi’s motions, letting you finally take a deep breath of the thick weed laced air. “Don’t look at me funny, do it and see what happens.”

You hear a non-committal hum as those devilishly nimble fingers skim past your jaw, a whimper preceding his index pushing past your lips with a harsh tug at the corner of your mouth, the painful stretch of your cheek causing you to clench down on his length.

“Oh? You were right.”

“She’s already broken in,” Kunimi takes a long drag of the joint hanging in his fingers, “no point in holding back.” 

It’s as if a flip is switched in Taichi, the statement becoming an immediate challenge as he hooks in another finger beside the other, yanking harshly as the snap of his hips becomes almost painful. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the car, swirling with the heady smoke defiling the air. 

“W-Wait Taichi.” The words are garbled around his fingers, and you’re quickly dismissed as he snakes around his other hand to hook his middle and index on the other corner of your mouth, the stretch in your lips burning as he shifts from the quick paced thrusts to deep, hard strokes.

His only reply is to tug harshly on your mouth as pathetic whines and distored words spill from you. 

You can feel yourself start to shake almost violently, still reeling from your earlier orgasm and suffering at the hands of Taichi’s now vicious pace. Each thrust pushing you into madness, each tug of his fingers bringing you back. 

“Fuck, fuck.” He curls over you again, sloppily running his tongue up your nape. “You wanna cum?” 

“Mhmm,” you yelp at a particularly rough slam of his hips, “please.”

He grunts, moving a hand to grip at the back of your head while keeping his other hand planted on your hip, fingers biting into your hip. There’s no warning as he grinds into you, the hold on your hip finally relenting as he slides his digits back down to pinch at your throbbing clit, the bit of pressure sending you careening over the edge.

“T-Taichi.” Pleasure wracks through your body, your legs tremble violently as you try to move your hand on the door, shoulder aching from holding yourself in place. The second your hand moves, you give into the force of Taichi’s hand on the back of your head, forcing you to slam face first into the door, the impact making your nose sting, blood immediately starting to gush, running down your face and chin. 

You’re not sure if he doesn’t notice or doesn’t care as he continues his assault, the once careful, methodical thrusts turning desperate and depraved as he moves with reckless abandon. His teeth drag across your shoulder, before pulling out completely.

“Don’t need this.” You grip at your nose, trying to ignore the disgusting feeling of blood seeping onto your fingers, looking over your shoulder again to see Taichi pull off the condom. You can’t even protest with the way you’re bleeding profusely, pinching at your bridge at a poor attempt of stopping the bleeding.

“Stay still.” In one swift movement he’s plunging back into you, bottoming out immediately, a muffled yell falls from your lips, arching your back as he drives into you with just a few more hard thrusts you feel his seed spill inside you. 

For a moment you two stay suspended, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix, making you groan in a twisted sense of pleasure of pain. He pulls out painfully slow, delivering another harsh slap your ass as he sits back.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout your nose.” He helps you flip onto your back, swiping his thumb over the blood trickling onto your lip before shucking off his t-shirt and handing it to you. “Don’t have any tissues.” 

“So who’d you like playing fuck toy for better?” For a split second, somewhere between the back breaking orgasm and your nose being slammed into the door, you had blissfully forgotten that Kunimi was still in the car, but now that perfect illusion just had to be shattered.

“Must you be such a dick all the time?” You manage to pull your jeans back up, hissing at the stinging pain in your hips and lower back, ignoring the lewd feeling of Taichi’s cum starting to leak from your abused cunt. 

Beside you Taichi manages to tuck himself back into his pants, reaching under the driver's seat to yank out a hoodie reeking of weed and cigarettes.

“Maybe you two should just get together already.” Taichi lets out a low chuckle as he pulls on the hoodie, getting out of the backseat, slamming the door hard before throwing the driver’s door open. You don’t even bother trying to hook your bra back on as you pull your shirt down, letting yourself slump back down and lay across the backseat as you reach up to check if your nose is still bleeding.

“Like hell.” Kunimi twists around in the passenger seat, looking down at you with an amused smirk, offering the freshly rolled joint to you. “You look like shit. I said she was broken in, not to break her more.” He only gets a wry laugh from Taichi as he starts the car.

“Thanks, right back at you.” You sit up just enough, looking at Kunimi expectantly. He shakes his head before twisting the joint in his fingers and placing it between your lips, producing the lighter. Just as he’s about to hand it to you he brings his hand back a bit, grabbing your jaw with his other as he lights the joint. He picks up Taichi’s bloodied shirt, pouring water from a twisted plastic bottle onto it before passing it back to you.

“Cute, blew her back out and you’re doting on her.” You watch as Kunimi moves to sit back in his seat, not even bothering to spare you a second glance as he shrugs. You dab away at the drying blood on your face, ignoring a few of the splotches that landed on the joint.

“Guess I play favorites, drop us off at my place.” 

“Us?” You exhale after a long drag, narrowing your eyes at the back of Kunimi’s head as Taichi pulls out of the parking spot.

“What do I even get out of doing that?” You can’t help but nod in agreement of Taichi’s statement, feeling yourself growing annoyed at the way they seem to ignore your entire presence.

“You can fuck her again.” Kunimi offers and you almost drop the joint as your jaw falls open at the absolute nerve of the man. 

“Excuse me? I’m right here?” The way that neither of them even flinch at your statement, let alone acknowledge it makes you slump back into the seat, begrudgingly accepting the fact whatever you say isn’t worth shit to either of them.

“Hm.” It doesn’t sound like he’s actually considering the offer, but the quick look over his shoulder as he turns out of the parking lot sends a chill down your spine and your stomach to twist.

“Believe it or not, her mouth’s her one redeeming quality.” The two of them snicker, like two old pals sharing an inside joke.

“Shut the fuck up.” You’re brushed off once again as they toss back a few more comments before Taichi stops at a red light, looking over at Kunimi, then back at you and finally back towards the road.

“Yeah alright.”

#miki writes #tw drugs #tw dubcon #tw exhibitionism #tw dubcon exhibitionism #tw noncon exhibitionism #tw noncon #tw degradation #tw humiliation #tw injury #tw blood #thank u for yelling at me pommeth #like forreal #i've been big struggling w writing this #and keeping motivation #skdjfhkj i considered just #dashing this completely #woof #also we as a collective need to wanna fuck taichi more #like forreal he's so fucking pretty #and just #doesn't care about shit #also he's a sexie bartender???? #sir?????? #skate rat hq

[dirtychocolatechai]

meet-cute | b.b.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Warning(s): fluff, awkward Bucky, vet appointment stuff, Alpine Request: Babes if you're lowkey taking requests can I lowkey make one? 👉🏼👈🏼🥺💕 something flirty and cute and maybe a lil spicy with Bucky and vet!reader where something's going on with Alpine? Not self indulgent at all 😻💖 Notes: This was the first thing I’ve written in months and it felt damn good. Funny story, I actually almost went to school to be a vet tech + shadowed a vet for two weeks and got to see some wickedly cool things.

This was a bit self-indulgent on my part because I had a cat who passed away some years ago because of struvite stones and I wished he had a happier ending like Alpine so I thought why not 🤷‍♀️💖

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There’s nothing Bucky hates more than the stringent smell of industrial cleaners and clinical white walls - too many associations and shades of memory long laid to rest - except for when something’s going on with Alpine. The Turkish Angora was fine up until a few days ago when he started to hide away and sleep all day.

That wasn’t too concerning at first...

But then came the pained little noises, the frantic running back and forth from the litter box, the excessive grooming. The pit that started forming low in his belly grew, his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong, very wrong, with his little buddy. 

Bucky wasn’t about to fuck around and set up an appointment with the first vet office he could find that had a same-day opening. And now he’s trying not to fall apart at the seams while he waits for the docs to do their magic and tell him what the hell’s going on with his cat and what he has to do to fix it.

The vet tech collected Alpine a bit ago and every minute stretches into years, the cat’s pitiful meow echoing in his ears and those betrayed eyes burned onto the backs of his eyelids.

I know, Bub, I’m sorry but they gotta figure out what’s going on. It’ll be okay, they’ll take care of you. 

His ass went numb from the plastic chair ages ago, his leg jiggling up and down at a rapid pace as he chews on his thumbnail and waits.

And waits.

And waits.

God, he knows these things take time but he’d rather be back at home, curled up on the couch with Alpine pigging out on breakfast food and watching space documentaries. 

How much longer-

“Alright, Mr. Barnes?”

The heavy door swings open with a click, a kind, professional voice preceding a pair of sensible shoes as the vet steps into the room with a clipboard cradled against her chest. His eyes snap up, skipping over her completely to look at the tech holding his cat who looks absolutely miserable. 

She introduces herself but he’s not paying attention. He’s not meaning to be rude but all his focus narrows in on that white little face, the knot in his chest unfurling at the little mew.

He smiles, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he breathes, “Hey there, Little Buddy.” 

The vet doesn’t push, in fact, she seems a little enamored with how much he melts at the sight of his pet. Her own lips quirk up into a soft smile while she stands off to the side patiently as Alpine’s set down on the metal table.

Bucky gets in a few good scritches under his chin, the beginnings of a purr just starting to vibrate his hand when the vet clears her throat delicately. 

He clears his throat, heat burrowing into the apples of his cheeks. “Shi - uh, ‘m sorry.” A hand scrubs over the back of his neck. “I’m just - uh - y’know...” 

Her laugh trickles down his spine like warm rain, the sound effectively drawing his attention away from the cat rubbing up against his side. He gets his first look at her and oh.

A bare face and a no-nonsense hairstyle greet him, her scrubs and white coat adding to the overall doctor vibe but she’s still breathtaking. The natural beauty in the curves of her face, the slant of her brows, the sparkle of her eyes.

He feels like he got sucker-punched in the chest, his heart giving a sudden throb that has him coughing like an idiot as he scrambles to not look like such a jackass.

“So,” he clears his throat, scratching at the stubble along his jaw, “What’s - what’s wrong with him?” 

Glancing down at Alpine’s chart, she hums and writes a note before glancing back up with a reassuring smile. “Nothing that can’t be managed with a special diet and watching his water intake.”

It’s like the weight of the world disappears from his shoulders, his broad frame practically heaving with his sigh of relief. “Oh thank fucking- ahem, ‘scuse me - thank god.” 

Her chuckle and sly smile have him blushing from the roots of his hair to the collar of his shirt, his stomach squirming in discomfort. Old habits are hard to break, especially ones his momma taught him with a box to the ear.

“You’re allowed to swear, Mr. Barnes,” she says, reaching down to run her fingers through snow-white fur. “We’re all adults here.” 

“No, no, I know...” 

“Hm, anyway, his blood work came back and everything looks fine which is a good thing.” 

And it’s back to business like that, any hint of personality hidden behind cool professionalism that Bucky thinks even Tasha would admire. Except for the playful gleam in her eyes as she sneaks peeks at him while going over everything they did and what they found. 

“Struvite crystals are quite common in cats at low levels, especially males because their tract is longer and narrower.” She pauses, flipping to a new page. “Depending on the severity, they can clump together in the urinary tract and actually form stones. That’s where the true problem lies because get one large enough, and it can cause a blockage.”

He’s listening with rapt attention, soaking in the knowledge she’s imparting to him all the while, petting Alpine who keeps nuzzling him and making little sounds. Honestly, he could listen to her talk for hours even if he didn’t understand a goddamn thing. 

She’s so animated when she speaks, holds eye contact and makes sure he understands everything without making him feel like an idiot. He’s had so many doctors who talked at him rather than with him, staring through him without seeing, more interested in the paycheck rather than their patients.

But not her, she cares.

Deeply.

He can see it all over her face and it’s utterly enchanting. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little enamored, charmed.

Turning the tablet towards him, she shifts closer and a waft of whatever perfume she’s wearing tickles his nose as she explains what the x-ray of Alpine’s abdomen found.

“These are the stones but thankfully they’re relatively small,” she points to several hazy white ovals starkly visible on the radiograph, “We caught them in time before they became a really big problem.” 

Shit, she smells so good...

 “Now, we’ll send you home with a special diet and see how he does. Also, make sure to up his fluid intake as much as you can. The food can take several months to start dissolving the crystals so we’ll have to do everything we can to help. Sound good?”

Bucky hasn’t pulled his eyes away from her face once this entire time, and how fucking creepy is that?

Quickly looking down at Alpine, embarrassment gnawing at his belly, he nods and wishes for the first time since he cut his hair that he hadn’t so he’d at least have a passing chance at hiding the blush burning its way across his face. 

“Yeah,” he says, picking up the ball of white fluff to hold against his chest, a makeshift shield. “Is there anything else I should do?” 

“No.” She smiles, writing another note and tapping away at the tablet next to her. “I do want to see him again in about a month for a check-up.”

Fuck, he doesn’t want to leave so soon.

The irony isn’t lost on him either.

How does he make this last longer? What can he do? If Sam was here right now, he’d be kicking him in the ass and bitching at him to ask for her number already, Ice Pick.

The clack of the chart being set down rings through the room, bouncing off the walls and sounding so fucking final that he starts to panic. 

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. 

She’s already halfway to the door when she asks, “Do you have any questions?”

The word vomit spring from him, unbidden and sudden without any thought, more forward than he’s been with a woman in years.

“Can I have your number?”

As soon as the question leaves his lips, he curses, cringes and wishes he could snatch the very words from the air itself.

Great, I just hit on my vet.

No amount of backpedaling can salvage this but goddamn it if Bucky doesn’t try, stuttering out some half-assed excuse about wanting it just in case he thinks of something later.

When he glances up, he wishes he hadn’t. The vet tech is in near tears in the corner, biting her lips so hard he wouldn’t be surprised if they started to bleed.

But it’s the absolute surprised bafflement on the woman he just inappropriately hit on that does him in, makes him about ready to burn all forms of identification and run for the hills. 

Her brows nearly reach her hairline, her mouth slack, eyes startled. She gets ahold of herself before he does, and he barely stops himself from slapping a hand over his face.

Right when he’s thinking there’s no way he’s going to be able to show his face in the office again, her expression softens with gentle amusement and her lips twitch. 

Struck dumb, he can only watch as she writes something down on a slip of paper before handing it over to him. He barely believes the string of numbers and the cheeky little call me anytime :).

The wink she sends his way is there and gone, so fast he almost believes he imagined it. 

“For emergencies only,” she says, slyly. “Of course.”

“Of course,” he agrees, almost tripping over the cat carrier as he hurries to stuff Alpine back in. “Of course, thank you. I...appreciate it.” 

“Anytime, Mr. Barnes.” 

Bucky leaves the room in a stupor, the world sharply shifted to the left as he heads to the front desk to make the follow-up appointment, but not before hearing the whispered, “Girl, you’re lucky. He’s fine!” and the “He is, isn’t he?”. 

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x you

[morganofthewildfire]

Are you still doing one word prompts? If so:

Body

Yes I am! I have a ton of prompts to get through, it’s a little overwhelming, but here’s one for this word. It’s the long promised part two to beach!

-1600 words

CW: some light sexual content, swearing

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Aelin wasn’t sure what to think about the brooding man with the stunning green eyes. When she’d first seen him at the bar, he’d seemed at least a little interested in her, prompting her to flirt with him, until he’d suddenly changed his tune, giving off a don’t bother with me vibe. But she couldn’t help but give him her name before leaving, dropping the ball in his court before vanishing.

But when Lysandra had made her go back to the bar, grumbling that she’d forgotten her drink, the man was gone. It was only when she’d made it back out to the beach that she’d seen him again, with his group of friends, lying on his stomach on a towel. They were in view from where Aelin and her friends sat, and she could see him clearly from her low sitting chair, her sunglass covered gaze locked on him.

His hands were under his head, and when he shifted a little, the muscles in his back tensed just right, making her salivate. It didn’t help that he was unfairly gorgeous, with his tan skin, that damned tattoo, the way his hair was so uncommonly colored, and the depth of his emerald eyes. And his muscles, she could talk for days about those.

In his bathing suit, she could see his glorious abs, and his strong back of course, but his arms. His arms. They were thick enough and contoured enough to where she just knew that he would excel at lifting her up and fucking her against the wall of her hotel room. Her private hotel room. Where they’d be isolated enough for him to really make her scream.

But it was his turn to make a move.

“Gods, you really can’t stop staring at him can you,” Lysandra teased, and Aelin shot her gaze to her. She was smiling slyly, a brow raised as she propped herself up on her elbows. “Just go over there.” Aelin scoffed, lifting her sunglasses to rest on her head.

“I’m not some foolish girl he can lure over there,” she grumbled, “He can come over here if he’s interested.”

“I’ll do it,” Elide chimed in, getting back from her trip to the bathroom. Lysandra chuckled.

“Of course you will,” she said, “so you can go talk to the other dude.” Elide gracefully sat down next to her.

“Don’t complain, I’m helping you.” Her brows were raised but there was a smile on her face.

“You’re helping her more like it,” Lysandra gestured to Aelin. “As gorgeous as the blonde guy is, I already have Aedion.” Aelin mimed a gag. It made Elide laugh.

“Okay, it’s official, I’m going,” the petite brunette said, hopping back up. “I’ll get them all to come over here in no time.”

So Aelin laughed and watched as she flounced away, walking over to the other group with a determination she’d only seen in Elide. But Aelin chewed on her lip the closer she got, nerves striking her as the brunette stopped by the men, hands on her hips that were cocked to the side as she gestured over to Aelin and Lysandra.

They were talking, but she didn’t know what they were saying, had no idea if it was going well or not. Until the green eyed man looked over, making immediate eye contact with her, and winked.

——-

And thus commenced an afternoon of pure torture, and pure delight. The two groups had merged, hanging out and introducing themselves to each other, drinking and playing volleyball, going into the water and chilling on the sand.

She’d learned the man’s name was Rowan, the sexiest name she’d ever heard if she was being honest. Or maybe that was because of the man himself.

There’d been tension between them for the rest of the day, obvious through heated glances and little smirks and checking the other out, through casual run ins where the heat of his body made her want to burn more than the sun itself, it was clear that there was an attraction from both parties.

She just wasn’t sure how to take another step.

Aelin sighed, sinking down to her chin in the burning hot tub, closing her eyes and resting her head on the edge of it. The pool was technically closed, as it was almost the middle of the night, but the pump was on and no one had told her she couldn’t go in, so here she was.

She was sitting alone with her thoughts, thinking through everything by herself until

“May I join you?”

It was Rowan’s deep voice, and looking up at his face, who was she to say no?

“Um, yeah,” she stuttered out, sitting up a bit more as he climbed in, his dark green bathing suit doing wonders for his body. Silence fell as he made himself comfortable on the opposite side of the small hot tub, staring at her just as intently as she was staring at him.

“I had fun today,” he said quietly after a minute, stretching his marvelous arms out on the patio lining the water. Aelin just fidgeted slightly, fighting the burning growing inside of her, ready to alight just from his presence.

“Me too,” she replied, just as quietly, keeping eye contact with him before his gaze quickly darted down to her lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own. Her breath caught. This, this was the moment. The moment that one of them would make a move.

Or both of them it seemed.

They crashed together at the same time, mouths immediately pressing together as she practically fell onto his lap, his calloused hands coming to hold her hips as she latched onto his hair.

Kiss after kiss after kiss they placed on each other’s mouths, getting sloppier and more hurried as each one passed, short gasps escaping her as the burning in her core just grew and grew. And when rowan slipped his tongue in between her lips, sweeping through her mouth, she couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out, her arms losing their strength as a wave of desire rushed through her.

Gods, she was going to combust. She was going to burn, and burn, and she wanted him to burn with her.

So in her position, straddled across his lap, she began rocking against him, grinding her hips down as he ravished her mouth. But she pulled back to let out another moan as she felt his hardness beneath her, hitting the spot she needed him most as her movements turned more frenzied, rocking against him again and again as he placed kisses and bites down her neck. Her brows furrowed and her mouth fell open into a silent moan. She tugged his hair and he groaned into the delicate skin of her neck at the sound, darting up and nipping at her earlobe in response.

One of his hands soon crept up from her hip, grabbing one of her breasts roughly, massaging it before rubbing a thumb over her nipple, the feeling clear through the thin material of her wet golden bathing suit. Wet from the hot tub they were still in, in the public resort they were in the middle of.

Shit.

“Rowan,” she breathed, pulling back. He let out an unintelligible noise, continuing his bites to her ear and his motions on her breasts, switching between the two at random. “Rowan,” she repeated, a bit more sternly, and he finally released her, looking up at her face. The burning lust in his eyes tempted her to just say fuck it and fuck him, but… they couldn’t. Not here.

“We can’t do this here,” she managed to say, breathing heavily. She could see the conflict in his eyes at her words before he sighed, dropping his head to her shoulder.

“I hate to admit it, but you’re right,” he grumbled, and she chuckled, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Oh you’d hate to admit it huh? What’s wrong with me being right?” She teased, earning a pinch.

“What’s wrong with you being right is that you being right means I can’t fuck you right here, right now, the way I really want to.” Gods. “It means that I have to let go of you, that I have to walk all the way back up to one of our hotel rooms before I can splay you out on the bed, devouring you the way my body is begging me too.” He groaned the words, the sound sending shivers through her body. “It means that I have to wait to see what you look like under that damned bikini, to see your hair splayed across my pillow as you writhe underneath me.” She whined, breathing heavily and pressing her forehead against his. But he leaned in even more, breathing the next words onto her lips. “And I don’t want to wait.”

Aelin didn’t think she’d ever been this turned on in her life, didn’t think she’d felt this level of longing and desire and need for another person. So she pressed a quick kiss to his mouth before whispering “then we better hurry up.”

His answering grin was everything as he grabbed her again, standing up and climbing out of the water with her in his arms, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. In this position, she could feel every inch of him against her.

And she never wanted to feel anything else. Not the whole rest of the night, or any night after that. All she wanted was him.

#throne of glass fanfiction #rowaelin au #rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelin #throne of glass #rowan x aelin #one word prompts

[droogiesanddiscourse]

“It’s Just That I’ve Been Losing So Long”

(Pairing: Sonny Wortzik x Reader) 

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Hours into the hostage crisis, Sonny gets a very important phone call from you and one of your daughters. 

Warnings: This is incredibly angsty. This hurt to write, but nevertheless I hope you enjoy :’) Title is from “These Days” by Nico, which I highly recommend you listen to while reading this because the vibes go really well and I think it will enhance the experience :) 

“Sonny,” Mulvaney said, lifting the phone off of his ear.  “It’s for you. I think you’ll want to answer this one.” 

From across the room, Sonny sits in a swivel chair meant for one of the employees of the bank. Disheveled and exhausted, the professional suit he wore earlier was strewn across the floor. Now, the only item remaining was his white undershirt, which clung tightly to his body. He was completely drenched in sweat. 

“Well, who is it?” The sweat now pouring off his face, he’s become increasingly exacerbated as the clock ticked on the past few hours. “I’m not talking to fuckin’ anyone, ok? I’m tired of the media, the police, the FBI, I’M DONE!”

“Sonny, I-”

“SHUT UP, DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME?” Sonny immediately barks back without hesitation. “I DON’T CARE IF YOU GOT THE FUCKING POPE ON THE LINE, I’M NOT TALKING TO ANYONE ANYMORE! YOU GOT THAT?” 

Mulvaney’s voice raises to match with Sonny's intensity, “IT’S YOUR WIFE.”

His demeanor changes in an instant, his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach. The expression on his face immediately dropping into a look of quiet panic. His eyes scan the room, looking for any type of support from those surrounding him. Locking eyes finally with Sal, his partner gives him a nod, indicating the phone across the room. “Sonny, you gotta talk to her.”

The bank was completely silent, except for the quiet murmurings of Miriam, who muttered to the other girls “He’s got a wife?” which was immediately shushed down by Sylvia.

Sonny licks his lips, a subconscious trait that he exhibits when he's especially anxious. Without saying another word, or even acknowledging the words Mulvaney spoke before, he just slowly walks his way over. He silently hands the phone over to Sonny. 

His heartbeat was thumping loudly in his ears. At this rate, with the combination of the sweltering heat, no air conditioning, and his growing anxiety, he felt for sure he was about to pass out. Slowly, Sonny lifts the phone to his ear, waiting in silence for a few moments before muttering a simple “Hello?” into it.  

A simple reply came for a simple question. “Sonny?” 

Yep. It definitely was you. 

He almost slammed down the phone back onto the receiver right then and there, the gravity of his dire situation finally sinking in. Sonny fucked up so bad. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, he didn’t want it to go this far. It would have been an easy in and out operation if everything went according to plan. And now he’s got every cop and FBI agent within the entire Tri-State area coming after him. 

But despite the voices screaming in his head, he holds on to the phone, pressing it closer to his cheek. 

“Sonny, are you there?” your voice rings out again. 

“Yeah, I’m here (Y/N).”

For another moment, silence is shared between you. Neither of you know what to say. What were you supposed to say in a situation like this? The tension was thick. 

You finally break the silence, with a casual “How are you?” Sonny wants to laugh at the innocuous question and the innocent tone in your voice. How did you really think he was doing, anyways? 

“Well, (Y/N), I’m not doing too good, I’ll tell you that.” Just the briefest of smiles etches itself across Sonny’s features, as his teeth chew on his bottom lip. He hears your laugh on the other end, and it sounds like music to his ears. 

“I guess that was a pretty dumb question, wasn’t it.” You laugh a little again. But, this time it was a laugh that hid the true pain in your voice. How scared you were, how hurt you were. He wanted to hold you, to kiss away your tears and tell you everything was going to be okay. 

But it wasn’t, you and him both knew that. 

Without you asking why he even did it in the first place, he immediately starts to rationalize his actions to you. 

He tries to hold it together, tears starting to crystallize in his eyes. “Baby...baby I just, you work so hard. You provide so well for the kids. I just wanted to take some of that burden off of you.” He holds back a sob, making an odd choking sort of noise deep in his throat. “It’s not fair people like us have to fight to keep food on the table. I wanted to give the kids a good Christmas, a good birthday, spoil them a little for once.”

And for the first time that day, Sonny begins to cry. 

“I just wanted to be a good fuckin’ father for once, (Y/N). A good husband to you.” 

He attempts to wipe his eyes with his sweat covered cloth. A gentle hand places itself upon Sonny’s shoulder, giving him a re-affirmative pat. He looks up, and Sylvia is standing right next to him, her eyes glassy with tears as well. She pulls a dry hankerchief out of her pocket, handing it over to Sonny. Silently thanking her, he dabs at his eyes. 

“Sonny.” Your voice changed a bit, so much so that he wonders if you were crying as well. “Sonny....Sonny please don’t say that. You know you’re an amazing father. I...I wouldn't have asked anyone to be the father of my children.”

He notices you sniffling on the line, starting to cry as well. “I’ve never loved someone more than I loved you. You know that, and don’t ever deny it again, Sonny. I don’t regret anything, you’ve been there through thick and thin. I....I hate what you did, but I’ll never stop loving you.”

Sonny can’t take the praises, he doesn’t think he deserves it. Without intentionally doing so, he starts to speak over you. “I made a mistake, I fucked up big time.” 

“We’ll make it through this. We’ve always been able to handle tricky situations I promise, we’ll figure this out, I-” 

“(Y/N).” His voices raises a bit, overlapping you mid sentence. “It’s not like this, we can’t fuckin’ fix our way out of this one, okay? Don’t go giving me that, you and I both know I’m fucked over right now, I don’t need your sympathy and false hopes.” 

Once again, silence is shared between you. 

“I just want you to know, that I’ll never stop loving you Sonny. No matter what.” 

“I love you too, (Y/N), you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, know that?” 

“Yeah,” you playfully tease back, “I am pretty great, aren’t I?” This earns another laugh from Sonny. 

A few moments pass in silence again, and you both learn it’s hard to think of conversations during a hostage crisis. Both of you try to attempt to avoid the elephant in the room. 

“Hey (Y/N). Can I ask you something? 

“Mhmm?” 

“Are the kids ok?” 

“Oh, oh yeah they’re in bed right now. I tucked them in about an hour ago.”

“They...they don’t know what’s happening, right?” 

“No, no of course not. I sent them out of the house to play with the next door neighbors today at the park. They haven’t been in front of the TV at all today.” 

Breathing a sigh of relief, Sonny pauses for a moment. He thinks about what he wants to ask next, and wonders if it’s really appropriate in regards to the current state of things.

“Can I...can I talk to them?” 

You pause, obviously thinking on your end at well. Sonny holds his breath. 

���Sure, give me one moment.” He hears feet shuffling away from the telephone. It was way past their bedtime, approaching 9pm now, so he assumes you have to wake them up first. Sonny nervously licks his lips again, putting his hand on his face. He hears gentle murmuring in the background. 

What he would do to do this day over, what he would do to go home and hold the three of your close and never let you go. What he would do for a second chance. 

The soft stomping of feet could be heard, coming closer and closer to the telephone. The shuffling of the phone being passed to his daughter was heard, followed finally by a high pitched “Daddy!” Sonny smiles, pressing the phone closer to his cheek. Sonny’s oldest daughter, a spunky little five year old who looked very much like her father, was now speaking to him. The two year old apparently was too grumpy to get out of bed, but that was okay. Sonny understood. 

“Hi, princess!” Sonny attempts to change his voice to a more playful, comforting presence, hiding the fact he was crying moments earlier. “How’s my favorite little girl?” 

“Good! I had a very good day at school today, do you want to hear alllllll about it? Well I’m gonna tell you! I made a new drawing today, Mommy liked it so much she put it on the fridge! Can you believe that? She said apparently that is a very good thing....I can’t wait to show you!”

Sonny smiled as his daughter continued to tell him about her day, how excited she was to be on the phone by herself like a big girl. For a moment, he loses all concepts of space and time. No longer was he on the phone - he was sitting in the living room with the two of you, listening to his daughter tell him everything in person. 

But, reality came crashing down with a simple question. 

“Daddy, when will you be home?” 

He really hoped she wouldn’t ask it. The tears he was so desperately trying to fight off now welling up again. His hand instinctively began to dab at his eyes, trying to level his breathing so nothing seemed abnormal to his oblivious daughter. 

He looks up at the bright lights above him, attempting to keep the tears that were threatening to fall down his face from doing so. He takes a deep breath. “I’m not sure if I’ll be home tonight, princess. I’m a bit busy, okay?” 

His daughter whines on the other end, and he could picture his pouting face in her head. She must have been standing at the phone, arms crossed grumpily and stomping her feet. Taking after her father, she had a bit of sass to her. 

Sonny just could see her in those little striped pajamas she wore every night, holding her favorite stuffed animal - a rabbit Sonny won for her at some odd Coney Island carnival game when she was 3 years old, one she lovingly referred to as Mr. Bun Bun. The raggedy old thing never left her side, tugging him along by his floppy ears. 

“I wish you would come home tonight,” she puts on her best disappointed voice. “I didn’t get my nightly bedtime story, and you know I can’t sleep without those.” 

Sonny swallows the lump in his throat, stuttering out. “I-I’m sorry that Daddy can’t be home tonight to tell you a bedtime story. Could you ask Mommy to tell you one?” 

“NO!” Her little voice gets more intense, and Sonny can’t help but to laugh at her persistence. “She doesn’t tell them like you do! They’re not fun without you.” A little “hey!” from you is heard in the background, and Sonny smiles. 

“Okay, okay well...I’ll tell you one over the phone, is that okay?” 

He hears her excitedly cheer, putting down the phone and running around the room in a frenzy. In the distance, he can hear your laughter too. Based off of your voice, he assumed you were sitting on the couch across from the telephone. He could picture you in his head, you too in your pajamas, curled up with a cup of tea in your hands. 

He holds his tears back, as he starts to improvise a story right on the spot. “Okay sweetie, are you ready?” 

“Yes yes yes YES YESSSSS!” Sonny had to pull the phone away from his ear to accommodate for her loud shouts. But he didn't mind anymore. 

“Okay...this is an original one. So be sure to listen good.....” 

“Once upon a time, there was a King and Queen who loved each other very much. They shared their magical land with two very beautiful Princesses. They spent their days laughing, dancing, and singing. In those moments, it seemed like nothing could disrupt their magical world they shared.

Again, Sonny starts to thoroughly bite on his bottom lip. 

“Unfortunately, as many good things come to an end, all was not well. The singing and dancing soon turned into moping and crying. As the kingdom fell into hard times, the royal family had a difficult time feeding everyone, and making sure their little princesses were clothed. Soon, desperation began to rule the once prosperous kingdom.” 

Taking in a deep breath, Sonny continued his story. The tears he tried to keep back were now rolling down his cheeks. 

“However, there was one solution. The King knew of a dragon that lived upon the highest peaks in the mountains that horded a mountain of gold. The King, thinking he could be clever enough to outwit the dragon, would steal enough that he needed. 

“So the brave King hiked miles and miles on a treacherous journey, and planned very carefully to snatch some of the Dragon’s precious treasure. When he succeeded, his kingdom would never have to worry about money again. Him, His family, and his subjects would live comfortably forever.

“However, things did not go according to plan. The king made a few mistakes, and got caught.” He holds back a choked sob. “Even though he did it because he loved his family, it still was a very terrible thing he did. And because of that, he had to be thrown into the dungeon for a long, long time.” 

“How long was he in the dungeon, Daddy?” 

Sonny smiles, wiping the tears from his eyes again. “You’ve always been so inquisitive, haven’t you? That’s my smart girl. Well...I don't know, how long do you think he should have been locked up for?” 

“A billion-kajillion years!” 

“I don’t think that’s a real number, sweetheart.” 

“Yes it is,” she protests back. Sonny smiles, she really took after him. She was going to grow up to become an amazing woman. But he couldn't think of that thought much longer. 

He probably wouldn't be around to see her grow up anyways. 

“Okay, okay, he can be locked up for a billion-kajillion years, if that makes you happy.” 

He starts his story once again: 

“The Queen and Princesses were sad to see the King go, but continued to live on in the absence of their king. The queen became the ruler of the land, but she didn’t rule alone. Of course, the two amazing Princesses were right by her side to help her out. Especially with the chores.” He smiles, thinking that was a rather clever bit. “And once restored it to it’s former glory. While it slowly happened, the royal subjects and family once began to dance, to sing, and to live again.” 

There was a silence once again. 

“And, once when the King finished serving his time for his crimes, he returned to the kingdom to his lovely family, amazed at all the accomplishments and improvements they made in his absence. It was the most joyous celebration the kingdom ever had. And..” 

He pauses, knowing this was always her favorite part of his stories. What happens then, sweetie?” 

In unison, they answered together. 

“And they all lived happily ever after....”

She claps her hands excitedly, and Sonny smiles. “Okay, okay you’re gonna drive your mom nuts if you stay up all night. You've had your bedtime story, it’s time to go to bed. Tell your little sister I love her too, okay? I know she was probably too tired to come say hi tonight. I get it.” 

“Will do, daddy!” Her voice perky as ever on the other end of the line. She could be on the other end of the universe at this point, Sonny feels. If only he could reach his hand through the telephone, and hug her close to him. 

He’d never let go. 

“Oh..oh, and one more thing,” Sonny tries to catch his daughter before she handed the phone back to you. 

“Yeah?” 

“I love you, don’t ever forget that.” 

“You said that already silly!”

He wanted to say it a million times more. 

“But, love you too, Dad!” And with that, the phone was handed back to you, the tiny pitter patter of feet running back to her bedroom was audible enough to be heard on the phone. A dragging sound follows behind her, one that could only be explained by Mr. Bun Bun. 

He closes his eyes, more tears spilling out his brown orbs, wishing he could be transported back to that Summer night in Coney Island. 

He remembers how you held your first born by the hands, helping her get acquainted to the new sensation of the ocean. The waves gently lapping against the both of your legs, your daughter screaming in delight, laughing, and shivering at the cold feeling. 

How Sonny showed his daughter how to build her first sandcastle, which mostly just turned into mashing sand against sand in a frenzy, attempting to create some odd castle-looking abomination. Of course Sonny said it was beautiful, even if it looked like an odd lump of nothing. 

Your second born, only a few months old, laying under the umbrella covered in a ridiculous amount of sunscreen. Sonny commented on how you were going a little overkill, but you insisted. He could still hear her laughter when she was splashed with her first wave ever, you only letting her dip her feet in. You were incredibly cautious, as any mother usually would be. 

How the four of you explored the boardwalk at night, and how hard Sonny tried to win the stuffed animal your oldest kept eyeing up. How you all screamed with happiness when your countless tries proved to be successful. 

How he held his princess, letting her ride on top of his shoulders as you pushed the stroller of the youngest. How happy she was, waiving around her new bunny plushie. How she leaned down into his ear, and said “Daddy, I think this is the best day ever!” 

And when she got tired, how she fell asleep, slumped against his back as he piggy-backed her to the car. 

It smelled like salt-water as your daughters slept comfortably in the backseat. 

“It’s me again, Sonny.” 

Sonny sighs, jolted back to reality. He holds the phone close to his cheek again, the closest physical touch he could get from you right now. 

He looks around, taking in his surroundings once again. “Well, I guess I better let you get going, better tuck the little princess in for the second time tonight. I...I have some big decisions to make right now.” 

“I suppose you’re right.” 

Once again. Silence. 

“Sonny?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I love you.” 

His tears have become waterfalls down his face, he can’t stop hiding it anymore. 

“I love you too, (Y/N).” 

“Make it out of there safe, will you Sonny? Promise.” 

“I promise.” His voice warbles, unsure if he even said it that convincingly. 

One last time, you say it. “I love you.” 

Sonny puts the phone back down onto the receiver, pushing his face into his hands. He lets all of his emotions pour into his empty hands. Sobs finally escape him as he gasps for air. Everyone in the room stares, unsure how to console him. If there even is a way to console him at this point. 

He realizes that may be the last time he ever spoke to you. 

#sonny wortzik x reader #sonny wortzik imagine #sonny wortzik #dog day afternoon imagine #al pacino x reader #al pacino imagine #canon divergence #dog day afternoon

[doiedreams]

State of Lucidity // l.ty

◈⇢ Synopsis: apparition!Taeyong’s appearances at night is what you think keeps you sane, but what was once a healing escape is becoming an addictive attachment Taeyong doesn’t want you to fall victim to.

◈⇢ Pairing: apparition!Taeyong x reader

◈⇢ Genre: fluff ద, angst ᱬ

◈⇢ Listen to: What Dreams Are Made of (by Evan McIntosh) HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

◈⇢ Warnings/Content: lucid dreaming, small mention of addiction, hints toward dream reality confusion

◈⇢ WC: 1.6k words

A view of your drab ceiling shifts into the focus of a hazy atmosphere as your eyelids flutter open. The sound of a vague, lulling white noise begins to fill your ears, as it feels like you’ve been transported to another realm. In a way, you have.

You feel a presence becoming more palpable next to you, and the mattress you lay on lightly begins to sink at your side.

Turning your head towards it, you sigh as your eyes meet the dark, and yet so bright, eyes of Taeyong. With the way his eyes gleam, you’d be able to find his gaze if the room was pitch-black. The corners of his perfectly shaped lips turn upwards and he lets out a soft giggle. You join him, feeling a euphoric feeling course through your body upon seeing him once again in all his angelic glory.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” you whisper.

“I tell you every time. It won't be the last time we meet.” His fingers brush against your hand beside you, and you allow them to intertwine at your side. “I have something for you.”

“And what might that be?” you ask.

Laying in bed on your backs, Taeyong taps his finger against your hand, bringing your attention to the space between your bodies. You feel a cool, smooth surface touch your fingers and you sit up, looking over to find a plate next to your legs. On the plate sits a pile of bright red, crownless strawberries, and a cloudy white substance next to them.

You turn towards Taeyong, who's still laying on his back in your bed looking at you with twinkling eyes, and ask, “Is this-?”

“Strawberries and whipped cream,” he finishes. “Your favorite.”

He reaches for the plate and balances it on his belly as he lays on his back.

“Come eat.”

You shoot him a quizzical glance before laying your head back on the pillow. You pluck a strawberry from the plate, scoop up some of the cool cream with the bottom, and plop it into your mouth. A burst of juice surges in your mouth as you chew, and you can’t help but feel like you’re sitting in a strawberry field, facing the sun with Taeyong’s smile shining just as bright next to you. This feeling of freedom, like you can be anywhere and everywhere on earth without moving an inch, is what makes you love being with Taeyong; you couldn’t feel this way with anybody else. You proceed to crush the juicy goodness between your teeth, savoring both the vibrant tang of the red fruit and the sugary coolness of the whipped cream.

The hint of mouthwash that once resided on your tastebuds when getting into bed is no longer there. It’s as if you've been bound to your lucid dream with Taeyong forever, not once partaking in the materialistic everyday routine involving brushing your teeth, making food, and going to work. Instead, it seems like the only lifestyle you've ever known is the one in which you bask in his presence in your soft bed, having conversation after conversation about pleasant memories that you somehow don't remember by the time you awaken.

“Mm, I love midnight snacks,” you hum, as you continue to take strawberries from the plate.

“I know. That's why I brought these.”

“Don’t you want some?”

“Nope. I'm only here for you,” he says as his eyes twinkle even in the room’s dimness. Catching sight of his smile once again brings butterflies to your stomach. His smile. Such a healing sight makes it so hard to part ways with it. And those lips. To feel them on yours just once would fulfill you with everlasting bliss.

-

“Your smile is so pretty,” Taeyong said in a hushed tone, his face hovering over yours, fingers lightly stroking your cheeks as you lay against your polyester sheets.

Your hands rested upon his shoulders and felt their way up his neck until they reached the sides of his face. “Yours is perfect.”

You yearned to close the space between your faces, but before you could, Taeyong said, “I’m sorry. I should go,” and shifted over to his previous spot on the bed, letting go of you.

“Taeyong-”

“I don't want you to get hurt,” he cut you off. Your perplexed stare sparked guilt in his chest as soon as he spoke. He could practically hear the questions darting in your head at the moment, and in response, all he said was, “Please, trust me.”

You decided to say nothing more upon seeing his soft smile that constantly told you that everything is okay.

-

Since that moment, you’ve wondered, what does he mean? How could I possibly get hurt? He wouldn’t hurt me. Yet, you never dared to ask him. The reassuring smile that never seemed to leave his face was the only answer you ever needed.

“All done?” Taeyong asks, pointing at the last strawberry before offering it to you.

You take it from his hand and eat it, nodding to let him know you’ve been satisfied. He sets the plate aside, and with a deep sigh, shuts his eyes and reaches for your hand once again. You allow him to hold your hand, but keep your eyes open just to be sure he's still with you.

The blurred haze hovering over you slowly begins to slip away as you start to feel reality force itself into your space.

“I think it’s best for me to go now,” Taeyong whispers softly, his breath leaving a phantom kiss on your skin.

You shake your head, rumpling the fabric of the pillowcase beneath your head, as you begin to object. “Just a li-”

“I can't stay any longer. I'm sorry.” The glint in Taeyong’s eyes slowly begins to dim down along with the atmosphere of the room, but his soothing smile doesn’t diminish one bit.

Recently, it seems as though you spend less and less time together. You can’t be upset with him, as you know he tries to make the departure as bearable as possible for you. Plus, he keeps his word: he’ll be back. He always comes back. He’s never given a reason as to why he needs to leave so early, but you're sure it must be the same reason he told you he didn't want to hurt you that night. He couldn't possibly hurt you. He's healing. He's therapy.

Yet, he's an obsession. A medicine that you manifested for your survival. He’s the embodiment of your pain turned to healing, and his addictive nature is getting the best of you. You're losing your grip on reality and Taeyong knows it. The stronger your attachment to him becomes, the easier it is to slip away from your real life. Every single morning, you leave more and more of yourself with him when you get out of bed. Every night, the desire to be with him gets stronger. He doesn't want to be responsible for the damage you'll do to your real-life relationships. Nor does he want to be at fault for the crushing guilt you feel when you have to leave your room and face reality every day. If he’s not careful, you’ll become more and more dependent on his presence to heal the legitimate wounds this obsession brings.

He loves you. He wants you too. Just not at the expense of your lucidity. He wants you to be able to live without him. It’s for your own good.

You don’t know of the damage this attachment could bring. Maybe it’s best you do, but the only desire you have is to spend eternity laying next to him in a bundle of linen. If your mattress could swallow you whole and transport you to a place where it's just the two of you, you’d let it.

Your head begins to swim and the white noise that once occupied the space around you starts to fade out. A tugging force on your hand rouses you from your thoughts, and you turn your head to meet Taeyong’s eyes.

“I promise, you’ll see me again.” He gives you a reassuring nod, accompanied by his pretty smile. A sigh leaves your lips, but in response to his consolidating words, you nod back and squeeze on his hand.

“Thank you for the strawberries and cream. It’s always nice having you here.”

His smile becomes one with a glint of sadness. I was never even here. “You’ll always have me.” His gaze darts away from your eyes and a pit begins to form in his stomach knowing he’s feeding your attachment to him. When will the line between dream and reality become completely blurred? It won’t be much longer, but he can’t just leave you forever. You need him. “Enjoy the rest of your sleep.”

With that, you can no longer feel a hand in yours and the only sound you hear is the slight hum of your AC. You run your hand along the cold bedsheets of the empty space next to you and feel an immediate longing for warmth. The bright red light illuminating from your alarm clock indicates you should be asleep for at least another hour before it goes off with its annoying wake-up call. You pull the covers over your body, and with a tart taste at the back of your mouth, you shut your eyes and rest, waiting to be awakened into your clouded reality.

a/n: I highly recommend listening to the song listed in the description. The vibes are just right and the fic correlates with some of the lyrics. It was supposed to be fully fluff but then I’m like damn,,, it’s a shame Taeyong aint even really there lmao and it just developed from there. as most of you know, I’m mainly a fluff writer. Anything that it isn’t purely soft fluffy content is new territory for me haha. With that being said, I hope you enjoyed it ♡

proofread by: @give-seconds @meraki-mark @byunbaekby @orange-nimon-cross @pastelsicheng @heartyyjeno @drydrops891 thank u! ♡

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[pepsicup]

Chaotic Commentary: We Have Always Lived In The Castle

Welcome to my thought process when I watch movies! 

The arrival of a cousin with ulterior motives threatens the claustrophobic and isolated world of two sisters and their uncle. (Oooof, bitch. I already know Sebastian is gonna look damn fine in this movie.)

Watched: April 22nd, 2021

Opening

Alrighty, right off the bat, the opening music giving me very much throwing it back at summer solstice 1531. Might fuck around and show some ankle, who knows

Um miss girl, first off all, i know damn well you aren't wearing a stark white shirt and capris shorts after labour day. And secondly, you gotta work on your self care babygirl, you are looking rough

Okay, so noted; there is clearly something off about this girl because i know when i personally rummage through family keepsakes, i don't have a hannibal look on my face

I don't know if you guys know this but your house...it needs a little 5 minute crafts, diy, extreme makeover: home edition treatment

Ohhhh baddie alert, baddie alert, baddie alert. That chick’s silhouette already got me acting up. Yes sink low to the ground girl, drop it down for me

Short monologue before being cut in half by that creepy ass stare, gotcha. I literally needed more nightmare fuel, thanks bestie

‘A change is coming, and nobody knows it’ how much more change can you get, your house is literally in shambles girl one battle at a time

First Act

Ah, here we are, title screen. Very cottagecore.

Timeskip: What did happen last tuesday, I must know...the suspense is suffocating

I’m not one to judge, but that record doesn’t sound like a life-coaching audio. 

Oh heyyy there's a kitty!

Yes hun, that is a working tap, your telekinesis is redundant. Eleven from stranger things eat your heart out.

Alexandra! Babyyy Daddario! Step on my face or domesticate me into a housewife, i beg of you. The uncle tho, he isn't it.

Chill out Mary, you’re just running errands. Why is she walking in a slow-mo naruto run like that. She is giving me a schizophrenic Napoleon Dynamite vibes.

Wait...is her name Meerkat?

Oh, its Merricat...nah i like mine better lmaooo.

Her inner monologue is making cackle because it sounds like a Gabbie Hanna original piece 💀

Okay what i got from the coffee shop scene was Stella is also a grade A baddie, I want to commit double homicide on those two douches, and i want to invite miss meerkat to my lunch table because awwww. She's just different leave her alone.

Wow, the village folk really know how to talk shit huh? Well, I can eat rats like all of them for every meal of the day, plus snackie snacks. Go fuck yourselves, thoroughly.

God that family needs to smoke some weed or something. Why do I feel like the sisters are about to kiss...and the uncle sounds like he means risky business. Very bad vibes here, back to you in the studio.

Ooooh, miss daddy really knows how to roll her tongue huh? Again, very much cottagecore ‘history says they were just really good friends’ aesthetic. And so many bops in this movie, kinda feel the need to throw it back or do the renegade.

Why do I feel like this next scene is just a posh episode of gossip gorl. Sipping tea and spewing nonsense. Rum cake? No thanks, babygirl. Oh but here comes uncle wanky, whisking away Lucille with his talk of arsenic.

Yes. Speak 8 course meal to me daddy...fuck, now I’m hungry. Okay the uncle isn’t so bad I guess, very poetic and philosophical. Yes, very nice. Sucks that he was roofied and turned to a professor X cosplay for solace, though.

Timeskip: Last Thursday huh? We are in for a rollercoaster folks.

*she glares in rhubarb pie and possibly shelved jam*

OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING, I SAW THE SIDE/BACK OF HIS HEAD AND MY HEART STOPPED. He has a very nice shaped head, yes, pleasing to the eye.

Hi sirrrr, I have a pocket full of horses, trojan and some of them used. Pls let me ride you in the little red corvette. Pick me, Charles, choose me, love me.

Real talk, I feel so bad for Mary Katherine (I literally almost typed Gallagher at the end lmaooo thanks molly shannon) she is obviously struggling with something and Constance looks like she is very traumatized. 

But I still think there’s something not right about Mary. Miss girl no one walks like that (thats a lie, it would probably be me after a night with Bucky barnes) and I love me a little witchy goodness. But not enough to start locking up my bedroom like it’s Area 51 and having secret rituals at my super exclusive, diy bohemian temple in the middle of the woods.

OH MY FUCKING GOD PLEASE SPARE ME FROM THE FEELING I JUST FELT IN THIS ROOM ON THIS VERY DAY IN APRIL, MAMA FUCKING MIA

when he stood up—bitch I’m gone, I’m his whore now. Sorry, I am owned by this man. Bye I was literally launched off earth for a moment there, kinda chillin’ in dead space, standby.

Okay I took a break for a moment. I’m cool, I’m collected, play button is a go. NOPE, GIRL MY MOUTH IS FOREVER OPEN, AND I DUNNO IF I WAS MY BODY TELLING ME TO KNEEL IN FRONT OF HIM OR WHAT—SOMEONE HOLD ME

Current state: I am hugging my knees and wasting away under my blankets. I paused and played and paused and played because I cant go more than 2 seconds of looking at him.

Okay, I’m all good.

All I keep saying is no...no ...NO, louder and louder every time he opens his mouth, ‘got a hug for your cousin?’ um not a cousin but yes, right bitch for that job present for attendance. Here ✋🏻

Girl I’d run like the wind, too, this kitty isn’t gonna dry itself, nyuuuooom, double time! Fall in, Rogers. Gotta keep up. 🏃🏻‍♀️

Timeskip: Last Friday night, yeah we dance on table tops and we took too many shots, I think I gave Charles a blo-oh-job, whoops—

Ah, see I knew there was something fruity about Charles, hopefully he kisses a boy in this. Would love to see that. 

Uh oh, the way he just pops that fruit into his mouth...I fine, I’m totally fine. Mentally I am... the way he chews if making my oral fixation quake

‘now that’s a handsome cat’ sir if you don’t—he wonders why he is such a fucking meme, this is why Sebastian. 

‘Jonassss’ which one of the brothers, tho? 

Ah yes, the best of friends; Meerkat, Frankie Jonas and a middle-aged Carter Baizen. Ugh mega sad that this is the closest I will get to see Charles pet a puthycat though.

Why don’t you slap my ass like a flapjack pancake, Charles. You won’t.

OMG so quirky 🤪when you steal his shirts 🥺🤪🥰

Who the is venice, Charles? Who, who, what are you, a fucking owl? WHO’S VENICE AND WHY IS SHE YOUR FAVOURITE?! sorry i had to get that out of my system, iconic cinema shall not be overlooked. 

all this commentary is fresh from my chicken breast brain by the way

All i heard out of that little inspirational, facebook-esque speech at the dinner table was was shoes. Also peep Frédéric Chopin banging in the background noise, a little Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 to keep party goin’

Charles...that is your cousin.

It isn't a PHASE, Charles. Let him be emo over his dead brother and great tragedy of losing his legs then gaining the likeness of sir patrick stewart. Therefore, he will not forget.

Oh...i’ll sit down i guess. 

I COULD LITERALLY—...I could literally watch him eat for the rest of my life pls sir have murthy

Grocery boy...hmmm reminds me of a yee ole jingle i heard in my youth. What can i say, I’m a connoisseur of the classics my friends.

Sidenote: I’m getting vietnam flashbacks to singing ‘carol of the bells’ at the elementary christmas concert. I am overstimulated. And not in a good way.

Charles...do not add that newspaper clipping of your cousin to your personal spank bank, pls.

Timeskip: Last weekend, alright. What did we do; brewski’s with the boys? Hockey night in canada? one legged race? I’m dying to know...

Very nice form charles, you’ve almost dug right through the wood. A real mans-man here if we are being honest. I’ve never in whole life seen a construction crew do better than Charles Blackwood.

I could watch him do this all day.

Pearl necklace huh? Me too, girl.

‘I’m beginning to think, that my spells no longer work’ 8-year-old me, sitting in a bath full of salt and a charm bracelet of rock candy dissolving in the water after my fifth attempt to transform into a mermaid

Aw, but i would sit out there and eat a sandwich with Meerkat. Hell yeah, we can go halfsies on a BLT no problem 😢

oh...

oh no...Charles.

Here is my first sexual grievance, the way he carried that sack over his shoulder, mmm yes i have been fed most wonderful nutrients. BUT NEXT?! THE TWO FINGERS LINE AND THE FUCKING MOTION HE DID AND SAYING SHE WASN’T GOING DEEP ENOUGH PLS

what is with this man and gold...alright debutante Lance Tucker simmer down.

And the ‘hot’ thing, ‘needing a bath’? miss daddy is working it in for her cousin real hard, sweet home alabama all summer long

HEY LET'S ALL GO SWIMMING IN MY POOOL, AND BY POOL I MEAN BATHTUB, AND BY SWIMMING I MEAN SEXXXX--

Oh, so there’s this ominous whistling, nice, a blade kink, cool, and Charles serving body audi audi audi audi all the damn day. Hi sirrrrr. God i just love his chest, man. Its just so buff. He looks this good for what? And in front of his cousin...ew? um child, anyways so

the way my stomach clenched in the most uncomfortable way just shows that my body doesn't care about my comfort when it comes to thirsting and simping. He didnt have to look at her like that or fucking back her out

oh to be a chair...

esteemed audience member sac is a little tired of hearing cousin charles and cousin mary call each other cousin charles and cousin mary

Charles, eat your fruit and shut the fuck up. But also, hi sirrr.

I see you, Constance, I see you...tig ol’ bitties 👀

Timeskip: It’s Monday without the benefit of a sebastian stan, full frontal nude scene...smh

baby, just give up on the step and go fondle some plants please, i’m begging, stop at once. or, i spoke too soon?

If i have to hear sebastian say constance one more time i am going suck down all the arsenic i can find...he just says it so weird lmaoooo i hate it

Climax (make it happen, Charles 🙄)

Aw i love fruity, coffee shop, car men AU’s

that shot of him looking over his shoulder single handedly sent to into a spiral...what the fuck are you doing to me, Charles.

uh oh...one of the car men is madddd

OH OKAY WELL, WELL, FUCK ME, WELL

why dont you just come up behind her and literally growl in her ear what the fuck, Charles. I swear sebastian plays his characters just to make women go feral sometimes.

Sir! Sir! This IS A WENDY’S, SIR, THAT’S YOUR COUSIN--

NOT THE MILK CARTON

PLEASE I’M LITERALLY KILLING MYSELF LAUGHING, WHY IS HE DRINKING IT LIKE THATTTTT 

that little ‘aahh’ at the end when he drank it all got me, oh my fucking jesus. Hold on i need a minute, my stomach hurts from laughing my guts out.

Oooof but the eye-contact and the expressions are computing mega well to my chicken breast brain so fanfics will be written and sin will be committed so help me lord jesus on the cross almighty, amen (sorry i’m ex-catholic, its just my go-to)

pfffft that is so iconic, Mary is literally gathering sticks in the pitch black woods while Charles basically puts down his own wood for her sister to pick up on fjgrebgnuierijiojfd, i’m dying

why does he have to pull that poetic, sensitive stud act...just give us the goods charles, slap someone i’m begging you

This is like star wars all over again, they served head-on into on-coming incest traffic 

*holds up finger guns* sir, ma’am i’m gonna need you to put your hands behind your heads and get down on your knees exactly 8.92 feet apart, this is a citizen’s arrest 

but, i too would like to slow dance and make plans with him. Maybe we’ll go deep in the garden with two fingers on top of the rhubarb, maybe we will commit arson, who knows...

Meerkat continues to be my every mood, she really said:

Timeskip: Oh shit, its tuesday ya’ll, grab your party hats it’s about to get funky

Charles, if you don’t shut the fuck up and stop yelling out her name i will suffocate you between my thighs, electrocute your arm until it falls limp and shoot you with a grenade launcher, don’t make me do it

And yes, am i currently squirming in my seat because of the way he is smoking the pipe and hollowing his cheeks, what about it?

Second Act 

Yes baby girl! you trash that room like ozzy osbourne and tommy lee did to that motel on tour in 1982. Go, Meerkat, go!

Charles holding those sticks in both hands is the equivalent to a 1-year-old holding those little cocktail weenies, it has the same energy and i’m dying over it

Try to tell me it's not the same picture:

You can't.

Oh shit, its getting heated now. Mary’s in trouble.

Everything isn’t making sense at the same time its all coming together, i am confused, frightened, a little bit horny, but mostly just entirly overwhelmed. Mom...can you come pick me up, i’m scared.

Oh my god! knew it! i knew i knew the actor that plays the uncle, he's the creepy thin man from charlie's angels! Wowza, what a world.

Oh no...i’m flashing back to vietnam again, the fucking bells dude i’m tellin’ ya. There is so much going on, i feel everything but nothing at the same time, help...

NOOOO HER ARTSY BOHEMIAN WITCH COTTAGECORE JARS! THE OUTRAGE! SHE CANT CAST SPELLS ANYMORE, HER POWERS ARE LOST!

a CURSH! NOT A CURSH!

What in the criss angel mindfreak is going on in here on this day? Who are they? And why is the broad such a bitch...oh is she the mom? My bad. Pops seems nice though. Yes, indeed.

Awh, hiii frankie jonasss. 🥰

Oh here we go with the eating again. If i have to see him flex his jaw one more time i’m gonna go feral. And on the usual, loud and obnoxious noises like the ones he is making when he takes a bite, or chew or swallow food/a drink like the who fucking milk debacle. But he just makes it okay? Maybe its just my eating disorder bias coming into play but how can someone be sexy while eating, or smug? Like huh???

‘Why dont you like me?’ WHY DO YOU CARE CHARLES, GODDAMN IT

Is he playing the sad boi card reallyyy? You want someone to say thank you? Put yourself to good use then. I can think of a lot of ways you can use that mouth better than going on these strange mini-monolgues like some tortured writer with a kink for control...and breatheee

And she’s back with the Eleven telekinesis, sweet kat that is a meer you have running water! Pfft she is actually dressed like eleven too, like what. Oh wait did i just uncover the plot?

Breaking News: Eleven holds a whole town hostage.

Jesus with Charles eating, Mary getting the sudden urge commit arson, miss daddy looking so fucking fine that i would literally throw myself in front of a bus just to get her attention, and uncle X with his weird theatre act: my blood pressure must be through the roof

Wow hes got a temper, but poor connie, shes a hot mess lmaooo

Oh god...oh god okay this is happening, oh wow, you didn't even get through dinner first charles jesus. Listen, i never give choking up on the first date but if i had the chance...i don't want any sausages other than his, i said what i said

and it keeps going?? ummmmmm i ummmmmm, i don’t have words. I was not warned of this savagery and i don’t know if i’m going to be able to write for anyone other than Charles for a whillllleeee, hun, apologies

Good to know he also uses his super soldier senses in another universe to sense a fire deep in his loins like the dramatic king he is

Now he is driving away and laying on the horn, nice

Oh ho ho, yessssss my coffee shop baddie, my black coffee queeeeeennn Stelllaaaaa. She said, Superhero mode real quick.

ummmm uncle x with the sick mustache...thats certain death? I mean if you are into that sort of thing, have at it.

Okay still driving, people are crying over the bed burning into dust, the heavily disable man is still smoking the good stuff...got it.

Big red truck go Honk, Honk.

Oh here come all the old, white men. Lovely.

‘oh-hooo yeah, thats a fireeeee’ as far as old white men go, that was pretty fucking funny to me

Yeah its gonna be in the arms of the angels real soon if you girls dont get the fuck out????

‘We’re firemen’ and i’m a homo, you want a gingerbread cookie or something? put out the damn fire PLEASE 💀

Ummm you’re too late, i was already wet before you got that camera spray shot, dawg, oh but that poor camera guy lol

AND WEI’RE GOONA LETIT BÜRN BÜRN BÜRN BÜRN, everybody its a singalong

hi, yeah...fuck off, jim

NO YOU DUMB ASSHOLES YOU KNOCKED OVER STELLA MY COFFEE MAMA

charles, you greedy bastard i dont know if should be ashamed when i say that i would still let him top me quite violently even still

Wow this rave got out of hand really fast, i blame marilyn manson

another day, another professor X 😪🔫💀☠️🔥🔪 𝚛𝚒𝚙, 𝕗𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡

i swear to go if anything happens to either my coffee mama or baby miss daddy i will reign hellfire.

Oh so it takes a gunshot for Charles to do a 360 running man but not a jay gatsby meets canadian, hockey riot, emo rave. Gotcha. Hes a man with a code.

That’s what you get for hoeing after your cousin, constance. This is all your fault!

Ending

Timeskip: Ooohhh, yesturrrrdayyyy all my troubles seems so far away--

hunny that ain’t the moon, thats your super secret boho alter

Noooo the kitchennnn, that was my favourite room, other than the bathroom for obvious reasons, I hope the milk cartons are okay...👀

I guess meerkat isn't getting her num-nums, and charles is just going to have to live with charred fruit if he decides to come back

FRANKIE JONAS! THANK GOD!

Oohhere'ss the tea, it's about damn time! I called it! I knew ms variant mongoose was the one who did the fucky things! But i was shocked to find out that Mary was the favourite child over connie, hmm very much bad parenting

ooooh, knock knock, is it charlie-boy? oh, thats disappointing, its just that gossip chick and her husband, boooooo

Never again...never. We get it baby daddy. 

oh? another knock? HAHAHAHAHA ITS THE FIRE GUY LMAOOO, what a king. He reminds me of stan lee!

What aare these people doing, they aren't goddess you give offerings to so that your crops will be plentiful, fuck off man. ANOTHER KNOCK..

and i opp-- herreeeees charlie!

‘friends’ sir you were halfway in her pantaloons, stop trying to act all innocent, the fuck. Wow hes really going for it huh? 

did he just rip the chain off? Oh charles relax, its door, you don't need to moan like that.

Uhm, i love connie, so fuck you charles you twisted, manipulative burnt cornstalk of a human being. Oh yeah throw a hissy fit, that's real attractive, keep going, she’ll totally say yes.

Oh wait NO DON'T DO THAT, NO THAT'S A DOOR. And another door? NO GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY BABY DADDY ALEXANDRA, SHES MINE. 

YOU LITTLE BITCH BOY, GET OFF! WTF!

:O 

*standing ovation* give it up for meer-to-the-kat, bravo kid! OH NO HES DEAd, YOU CAN STOP NOW

hahahaha guess whos deep in the garden now, Charles.

Ooh and we are back to start, nice. Children, she's a seasoned murder, might wanna chill on the whole bit you got going on.

Good, smile andddd scene!

Final Thoughts

Okie Dokie, I actually liked this movie a lot.

The acting was absolutely phenomenal, especially on Alexandra’s Daddario and Taissa Farmiga’s part, the characters were so well played. They focused in on so different points of view in this story that it captured the chaos that they were living individually and as a group under one roof. It constantly kept you on edge with the strange nuances in their dialogue, unnerving pauses and the progression of the condition of each character. 

It was great. The aesthetic was there, the small but necessary breaks with dark humour really kept the story flowing and most of all, the fervour. It was everywhere, in their emotions or outbursts like Charles at the dinner table and on the stairs, or the way the townspeople kept adding fuel to their own personal hell. And I must admit, it's hard to make characters like Jim the firefighter relevant, but every person that this story involves has a distinct purpose and significance to the plot.

The only negative thing I could think of was I just wish there was more, I wanted it to be longer so that the small gaps in the movie could have been powerful. Okay, what else. Yes, Charles Blackwood, despite all of...that, will make a great character for me to touch on and has a lot of interesting qualities that I will be sure to tap into. Oh! And the only reason why no one else is getting the stan award was that my coffee mama was the only character who wasn't off the rails or just a terrible waste of human life! We stan!

Hoped you enjoyed this and my questionable thought process, I’m gonna go now...bye lol

Overall Score: 8.5/10

🏆  Honorary Stan Award: Stella Ella Ola, Clap Clap Clap. Periodt.

#we have always lived in the castle #castle daddy #sac reviews

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— husband!jaehyun / businessman!jaehyun x reader | ‘tis the season | 1.9k words | angst, fluff

Marriage isn’t easy. Everyone is aware of this fact. There are times when you feel so much love for your spouse that it hurts. There are also times when you question the health of your relationship. Right now is one of those times.

You try your hardest to be understanding of Jaehyun’s hectic schedule. After all, being a global business administrator in itself calls for a jam-packed itinerary. There were multiple date nights that had to be rescheduled, multiple events that the two of you couldn’t attend. All of that came with him, and you were okay with that for the most part. However, what you weren’t okay with was his company scheduling him for days worth of meetings during Christmas.

“I’m sorry, baby. You know how they are, they don’t have mercy for the holidays,” He attempts to joke lightheartedly, but you continue to stare blankly at the floor. A twinge of irritation courses through your veins, believing his comment was insinuating that you should roll over and accept this. While the logically thinking part of your brain knows he’d never say that, the other part wonders if you’ve been too understanding.

“Did you even try to change their minds?” You ask quietly, toying with the furry blanket on your lap. Christmas Eve was always split between your family and his- his in the afternoon and yours in the evening. Christmas Day was always just the two of you at home, watching Christmas movies and drinking hot cocoa.

“Well, no... Not exactly. I’m not really sure?” His eyebrows furrow as he looks at you, confused as to what you want to hear from him. Honestly, you’re not quite sure what you want to hear either. All you know is that you’re willing to compromise with a lot of his schedule changes, but Christmas isn’t something you want to have to settle on. It’s supposed to be a time for not only you two  but time with your families as well.

“Forget it then.”

“Babe, I’m really sorry. I’m not sure what you want me to do, though. This is my job,” He reminds you with a slightly warning tone. Both of you are becoming more frustrated with each other, but you’re not sure how to communicate that you’re tired of settling on everything. It comes to a point where you feel like he expects you to compromise every time- and that’s what angers you.

Jaehyun, on the other hand, simply wishes for you to stop being angry with him. The stress of the upcoming year and meetings with the board of directors is enough to have him on edge the majority of his day, but at home, he’s usually rid of that negative mindset. You always picked him back up, so it’s a foreign feeling when you become angry with him. Especially about work.

“Yeah, it’s whatever. Have a good day at work,” You quip, pressing an empty kiss to his cheek and trudging back to your shared bedroom in silence. Jaehyun’s gaze lingers on your figure walking away from him, his heart practically in his stomach while his entire body heats in frustration. With a huffed-out breath, he stands to adjust his tie and smooth over his suit before picking up his briefcase and slamming the apartment door shut.

‘Tense’ couldn’t even begin to describe your current situation with Jaehyun. It’s been a repeating cycle all week, cold conversation and short-lived affection. Sure, it made your heart hurt when you’d roll over in bed to see Jaehyun, back towards you in his walk-in closet tugging his tie off and carding one hand through his hair. You can see in the way his shoulders tense with every movement- he was tired. Then he’d crawl into bed, leaving a lingering hand over yours before turning his back to you.

It’s the day of Christmas Eve, and you’re anticipating the worried questions from your in-laws. Jaehyun, up to this point, has never missed a Christmas Eve lunch at the Jung residence and you had never attended the lunch without him by your side. His parents live on the other side of the city, so while you’re driving through town you decide to leave your gift at Jaehyun’s desk. Despite how tense things may be, you miss him more than you ever have.

You’re certain that he’s on his usual lunch break down in the building’s cafeteria when you sneak into the elevator and ascend to the designated floor for administrators. His secretary greets you warmly, happily opening his office door for you. His office is quite spacious but it lacks the pleasant workplace vibe that you believe everyone should have. The room has a minimal black and white color scheme, his clear glass desk sitting in the middle of the room with the nameplate that reads Jung Jaehyun - Global Business Administrator.

Your fingers run over the engraved lettering fondly, knowing just how hard he worked to become what he is now. So much diligent work went into obtaining his degree, and he was set on this particular company from the moment he met Taeyong, his coworker who spoke so highly of the company. Jaehyun is good at what he does- it’s how he moved up in rank so quickly. Promotion after promotion, he always strived to outdo himself and others.

The grandfather clock that sits in one corner of the room reveals that his lunch break is ending soon, so you place the blue velvet box down in the middle of his desk. Tucking the card neatly under one corner of the box, you give his desk one more look to make sure you hadn’t moved anything out of place. Adjacent to his computer is a framed photo of you two. He’s always favored your engagement photoshoot over your wedding, and you can see why. Both of you look so damn happy, it’s almost as if the emotion radiates from the picture itself.

In the photo, he has his arms wrapped around you, his head placed delicately on your shoulder as he looks over at you to the best of his ability. You stare into the camera, a wide smile on full display with your hands over Jaehyun’s. An enchanting six-carat engagement ring sits on your ring finger proudly and you grin at the memory. Though you keep that one hidden in your closet in favor of your wedding band, you miss the feeling of pure elation knowing that you were going to marry the love of your life.

The joyous feelings still resonate with you when you exit his office, shutting the door quietly and making your way back to your car. Nostalgia fills the air as you click your seatbelt in, revving the engine alive and pulling out of the parking lot. A few years ago, you two were the overjoyed couple in that picture. All you want is for that to come back.

Jaehyun plods into his office, his shoulders feeling much too heavy. Then his eyes meet a navy blue box in the center of his desk. Subconsciously, his eyes crinkle with a smile when he reads the label on the card- ‘My Love.’ Settling into his office chair, he inches closer to his desk and takes the box and card into his hands. His heart swells a bit before even opening it, not expecting a gift from you especially with how things have been.

Tears well in his eyes when he opens the box, seeing the same watch his dad had given him when he graduated high school. He had lost it on a business trip, the jam-packed traveling schedule making him all too forgetful. He recalls being heartbroken over losing it, one of the few sentimental pieces he holds close to his heart.

When he opens the note, the tears fall freely from his eyes. He attempts to wipe them with the backside of his hand, but they continue to fall after numerous attempts. As he reads through your letter, crying and smiling all at once, he wants nothing more than to come home to you and kiss you like it’s your first time. He desperately wants to relive all of the cherished memories he has with you- one of them being your Christmas traditions.

And so he does.

“Y/N! Where’s my son-in-law?” Your mom asks brightly, and you can immediately tell she’s had enough wine for the night. She doesn’t relent, though, plopping down in her seat at the dinner table and looking at you expectingly.

“He sends his apologies, they had a lot of last-minute meetings at work.” You try your hardest to mask any sadness and you assume it worked because no one asks questions. Dinner is similar to your lunch with his family, you take a backseat in the conversation and getting lost in your own thoughts as you chew on your food mindlessly. The buzz of your phone snaps you out of your daze, seeing a notification from Jaehyun pop up on the screen.

[6:46pm] Jaehyun: I’m outside. Let’s talk?

Your brows furrow at the random text message, wondering how he managed to finish with work. Nonetheless, the excitement that bubbles in your stomach at the thought of him being here is enough motivation for you to lazily throw on your coat and mumble that you need some fresh air. Your family doesn’t question you as you brace yourself for the bitter cold. The wind has picked up since you first came, the cool night breeze having moved in as the sun has long descended from your sight.

Jaehyun stands next to his beloved Mercedes Benz, one of the first big purchases he made after joining the company. The ball of his nose is flushed pink, his hands tucked securely into his coat pockets. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you, his hands falling from his pockets as he rushes over to your standing figure.

“What are you doing here-” The rest of your question is muffled by his lips, a silent plea for your touch that you refuse to deny. It feels like forever since you’ve last kissed Jaehyun like this, especially in light of the week’s events. The kiss is slow-paced, every ounce of passion he has is in this one kiss. You can tell by the way his hands firmly hold your face and how his eyes are shut, unmoving. There’s not a hint of impatience as both of you melt into each other.

“I love you. So, so much.” He only breaks away so he can mumble these words to you, his glossy eyes boring into yours. He’s still holding your face as if he’s worried you’ll pull away from his grasp. “I left work as soon as I read your card. I’m sorry for this whole stupid argument.”

He repeats ‘I’m sorry,’ as he kisses all over your face, starting from your lips and working his way around. You groan in annoyance, attempting to push him away only for him to force himself closer. By now, the two of you are smiling like fools despite the brutally chilly weather.

“Thank you for the watch, by the way. I may have cried at my desk,” Jaehyun admits shyly, his dimples becoming more prominent the wider his grin gets. You smile back, gently moving his fringe away from his eyes.

“You’re welcome, my love.”

“Okay, let’s get inside before your mom drinks any more wine.”

#neowritingsnet #NCT #jaehyun #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct angst #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #nct drabbles #jaehyun drabbles

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 116 (its sooooo long)

116

   Keith felt he’d been pretty patient waiting to have Lance alone again. He’d had his cake, and macaroons, Lance eating two before deciding he already had enough macaroons in his stomach. Hunk insisting his stomach had extra space for more, as Lance looked like his soul had yeeted itself out his body and he wished he’d gone with it. With Matt and Rieva off on their run, and everyone in the main cabin turning if for the night, he had his boyfriend all to himself and he wasn’t going to blow it by being a horny idiot... At least not until Lance made him lose all reason by being too fucking adorable for his own good.

  Dropping himself down on their bed, his boyfriend smiled up at him. His hand on his belly as he sat propped up

“What’cha looking at?”

“You”

His boyfriend groaned at him, letting himself flop back completely

“Why?”

“Because”

“You’re an idiot. Did you enjoy your birthday?”

“I did... apart from when you decided sleeping on the shower floor was a great idea”

“That’s totally not my fault... I was trying to get warm”

“And how did that work out for you?”

“Great, apparently it leads to naps in prime napping locations”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm... now are you coming to bed, or just going to stand there staring?”

“Actually... I’m thinking that there’s a few things I want to do now that we’re alone”

“Is that so?”

  Sitting up, Lance reached for him, Keith snorting to himself as he moved closer so Lance could wrap his arms around his hips

“Yep. But only if you’re up for it”

“You’re already starting to get up for it... Did my sucking on your thumb really turn you on that much?”

“You have no idea...”

“Hmmm... maybe you’ll just have to show me?”

“I don’t know. Have you been good?”

Lance raised his head, staring up at him

“I have been excellent. Plus, there’s no way I can sleep in so many layers”

“Then maybe you should take them off and get more comfortable while I get a few things”

“Am I going to like these things?”

Now Keith was feeling kind of nervous. He hoped Lance would be okay with it... His boyfriend wasn’t great at being the only one feeling pleasure

“I hope so. If you don’t, we’ll stop”

“I can hardly say no to the birthday boy... I’ve never wanted Hunk’s cooking less than when he pulled those macaroons out”

“Babe, do you really want to talk about Hunk right now?”

“Nope. Okay, Mister Kogane, show me whatever you’ve got in mind”

“Get comfortable first. I want to try something different tonight”

   Grabbing his bag, Keith pulled out the small collection of toys he’d brought with him. Lance stripping down, before shyly sitting with his knees to his chest. Figuring it was fair if he at least shed some layers, Keith stripped down to his underwear, climbing on the bed with the bag of toys

“Is that?”

“Yep”

“And you’re...”

“Yep”

“Oh...”

His boyfriend was too cute. He didn’t want to push Lance into being uncomfortable for his sake

“Anything you’re not up for trying, I want you to tell me the truth. I promise I’ll only be disappointed if you don’t tell me”

“But...”

“Babe. It might be my birthday, but I’m not going to enjoy it if you’re uncomfortable. We don’t even have to use any of this if you don’t want to”

“I’m supposed to be the cool older one here”

  Reaching over Lance’s knees, Keith cupped his boyfriend’s face

“You can’t help that you’re smoking hot”

Lance gaped at him, before snorting and shaking his head

“Oh, babe. You’re really pent up, aren’t you?”

Kissing Lance, Lance pulled away when Keith’s lip was accidentally cut. His boyfriend frowning in a way that wasn’t all that sexy

“That’s right. I’m still mad at you for feeding me without permission. You know I don’t like it”

“You were freezing... I knew you’d be mad, but I’ll take you being mad at me over you being cold and hungry”

“Still...”

“Nope. It’s my birthday”

Lance sighed at him

“How does that benefit me?”

“Because it’s something I wanted to do... and I know you don’t like feeding from me, but I was kind of hoping you’d maybe suck my fingers”

  Lance blinked at him

“You... want me to...”

Keith felt his face redden, somewhat flustered

“Not this very minute, but it really was kind of hot... I think it’d actually be hot if you were awake for it this time”

“You get one birthday wish. Consider it another present...”

“But you don’t want to”

“That’s... it’s... if you want me to suck your fingers, I will...”

“But...”

“But I’m not feeding. I’m not drinking down your blood, from anywhere other than your fingertips. That’s it. No kinky neck bites or shoulder bites”

“Deal. I know I can’t make up for the years you didn’t believe it was okay to love, but I do love you. Even your stubborn parts”

“It’s not being stubborn. It’s something I’m not that into”

Now Lance was more defensive than flirtatious. He’d have to figure out when the time was right... because yeah, it still bothered him about a strangers blood feeding their baby

“Okay. Now I’m going to kiss you and we’re going to work things out from there”

“I feel like I’m not getting much sleep tonight”

“That depends on how you feel once we start...”

“And now I’m nervous. Can we just start with the kissing already?”

“I think I can do that”

    Making out always got heated fast. Keith couldn’t keep his hands off Lance, not when he was making such cute noises. Laid out on their bed, Keith pulled out the first two toys. Technically he didn’t know if they counted seeing they were cockrings. Lance swallowing hard at the sight of them

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to”

“It seems pretty mean to deny a pregnant person an orgasm”

“I’m not denying it... just delaying it. For both of us”

“You too?”

“Yep... it’s not fair if it’s only you”

“Is that going to apply to the other things?”

“Maybe...”

“I feel like that’s not a very reassuring maybe”

“I feel like I want to see you fall apart beneath me”

Lance swallowed again, before nodding stiffly

“Only if...”

“Babe, trust me. You’re not the only one who’s going to be feeling good tonight”

“That’s okay then... I like it better when we feel good together”

“Me too. Do you need the bathroom before we start?”

“Nah. I’m good... just nervous”

“If it counts I’m nervous too”

“We’re not great at this sexy toy thing, are we?”

“We’re getting there. I’m going to put this on, then I’m going to prep you. I want to try using a vibe...”

  Part of Keith still couldn’t believe their sex life had come as far as it had. Lance’s body had settled down when it came to heat flashes, seeing he was pregnant and all, but he still wanted Lance to feel the same amount of pleasure. The baby had really mixed up his feelings inside. He wanted to be intimate with Lance, but he also wanted to learn the new boundaries Lance had and wanted to respect him around them. He wanted Lance to feel safe and comfortable enough to try the things he’d denied himself for so long. He also kind of felt threatened. Like this happiness would be gone too fast. He desperately wanted to cling to it, until he was sure he could breathe again

“Okay... but... let me adjust? I love having sex with you, because it’s you”

“I’m going to take it slow...”

“I’m still nervous. I trust you”

“I know you do”

    *

Lance wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself in for as Keith slowly fucked him with the vibrator. It was bigger than Keith, stretching him in different ways to what he was used to. Laying in his lover’s arms, Keith had his left leg loosely over his elbow, Lance trying not be embarrassed by the noise he was making between the sweet kisses Keith pressed to his lips. He felt bad about falling asleep, part of him wanted to make it up to Keith, while the bigger part of him was horny for his boyfriend. His dick leaking precum as his bliss built without release. Keith was hard, rutting lightly against him as he tugged on Lance’s ear with his teeth. His boyfriend not a werewolf, yet acting like he was a chew toy... not that Lance minded. Keith was driving him crazy and he knew it. His boyfriend had gone become the biggest pervert between the sheets, or on top of them on this case

“Ready for me to turn it on?”

  Nope. He was still getting over feeling flustered about using the toys as it was... but at this stage, he wanted to come. Between his legs squelched obscenely, his arse soaked with wetness and lube. When he didn’t answer, Keith pushed the toy deeper, Lance letting out a strangle squeak.  He felt full when it was Keith inside him, now he felt stuffed to capacity

“Babe?”

“Mmngh...”

“I’ll start on the lowest”

  Lance was not prepared. Arching his back as he cried out, the vibrator was... fuck... for a moment he felt as if he’d gone limp, like all the arousal had snapped away with the click of Keith’s fingers... then... bam... Holy fucking fuck fuck. Even the lowest setting was an assault on the senses. They’d used a small vibe before, when he’d been in heat. It was not definitely not the same as this beast of thing that was determined to stir up all the parts of him he didn’t know he had. Holding the base of the vibe, Keith slowly started to fuck him with it again, Lance turning towards the bed, fingers clenching around the fabric of the bunched of sheets as he tried to do something that he wasn’t entirely sure of. Chuckling at him, Keith moved with him, nipping on his shoulder as he pressed his body against him

“Feeling good?”

He didn’t know what he was feeling... his body trembling, hips moving on their own... Fuck...

“Maybe we should try setting number two?”

“Argh!”

  Keith had the remote in his hand, no longer having to worry about supporting his leg now Lance was pretty much face down and arse... going up and down... fuck... clicking the second setting, Lance stiffened, eyes nearly rolling back as his release smashed into him. His body jerking, coming without releasing the building pressure of his straining dick, shit... it was some kind of sweet torture. His fangs and nails extending, ego over the moon that their lover was getting off watching them

“K-Keith... too... much...”

Instantly the setting lowered back to the first setting. Jolt after jolt of pleasure took his mind and slapped it senseless. It wasn’t hard to find the prostate, but this thing was fucking molesting it... he was drooling, shamelessly moving to match Keith’s movements, unashamed of the wet spot beneath his body

“Shit, babe... you look wrecked. Turn over so I can see your face”

  He didn’t want to roll over and have Keith see his face. Keith didn’t care. Pulling him onto his back, the vibrator slipping in the change of position, stretching his arse with the thicker few centimetres above the base. Fuck... he really fucking loved it when Keith played just there... His body so in tune with his lover’s that his back was arching, feet slipping as he tried to push his knees together. Leaving the vibe, Keith’s hand went to his leaking dick, jerking and toying with the tip

“Fuck, babe... do you want to come? God... you look so fucking wrecked and we haven’t even gotten to the best bit”

“Keith”

Moaning his boyfriend’s name, Keith pushed his lips to his, not caring about his fangs, Lance trying to relieve the need to come as he fucked Keith’s fist, moving the vibe as he did.

  Continuing to kiss him, Keith climbed between his legs. Lance wrapping them around him because all of his instincts knew he was safe with Keith, even if he was past the point of rational thought. Stirred up and crazy with lust, he sucked at his boyfriend’s bleeding lips, his own only having escaped his teeth by the way Keith kissed him. Rutting between his legs, the sounds of wet skin against wet skin drove him mad. He wanted his boyfriend already

“I can feel the vibrations... fuck... you feel so good beneath me, babe. I don’t deserve you”

That was nice and all... but he was about ready to snap the cockring, pin Keith down, and ride him like it was going out of fashion

“Keith... please... please, I want... I want you...”

“Mmm... fuck... soon, baby... soon, I’ve got another toy for you... but I want to try something first”

  Lance’s arse missed the girth of the vibe as Keith slid it free, slick with lube, his boyfriend groaning as he slipped it between them. The sensation completely different now. More and less aggressive at the same time

“Shit... fuck... hold on...”

Sitting back up, Keith laid the vibe on the bed, pulling Lance up nearly in his lap as his hand went to a different toy. He didn’t get to see what it was, he couldn’t focus at it was. Keith had the vibe so they were both feeling the effects from beneath them. Lance’s legs quivering, body still bouncing back from how hard the dry orgasm had been. Feeling something smaller at his arse, he raised it in the hopes of Keith taking him

“Hang on, babe... take it slowly... I’m going to use it and fuck you at the same time”

    The small slim line wand was beaded, the beads not as comfortable as they vibrated their way around the space left by Keith’s dick. He finally giving him what he wanted, though they both still had the stupid cockrings on. After having his arse stretched to unnatural limits, Keith was hitting all the right places that he loved. He couldn’t stop kissing him, despite the blood and the risk of inflicting the bite. Sensible Lance had switched off. Toying with his nipples, Keith made him gasp, the buds already tender from the way Keith had sucked on them before biting. Riding Keith was starting to frustrate him. He wanted the rings off and to come. He wanted Keith to come. He wanted his boyfriend to feel even better than he did now. Slack mouthed, Keith smirked, Lance’s eyes hooded from his blissed out pleasure. Feeling something firm against his teeth, his instincts as a vampire took over, biting into the soft warm skin. Blood... fuck... he couldn’t stop himself as he sucked Keith’s finger. Keith’s blood already on his tongue, but this was offered blood, Keith’s one birthday wish. His restraint finally snapping.

  Keeping Keith’s fingers in his mouth, he shoved his boyfriend backwards, the ridiculous rings snapped in a heart beat. Wand pulled out despite the sensation it sent through the pair of them. Placing his hands on Keith’s chest, he finally had Keith how he wanted him, drooling down his fingers as he rode his boyfriend. He hated this body, but he and Keith were so compatible that sometimes he secretly believed soulmates might just be a real thing

“Shit... I’m going to come... fuck, baby... fuck... agnhgh... f-fuuuuuckl

Lance smirked, rubbing his tongue against Keith’s finger tips as his hand moved Keith’s chest to jerk himself off, the pressure of the built up need for release sent his vision red, Keith’s fingers slipping from his mouth as he came in thick ribbons across his boyfriend’s chest. Lance wasn’t sure if it was normal, or thanks to his senses as he felt Keith coming inside of him. Breathlessly he slumped forward, Keith wrapping his arm around him to hold him close as his body trembled violently. Fuck... just... fuck...

   Almost asleep, he came back to his senses. Keith playing with his hair, half hard and still inside of him. The buzzing in the background somewhat annoying, but it was drowned out by the strong, and racing, beats of Keith’s heart. He prayed to god that Keith’s warmth would never be robbed of him. Keith alive and living was his everything. Nuzzling Keith’s chest, his boyfriend leaned up to kiss his hair before dropping back. He had the sweetest lover. His friends filled in the rough parts of his wounded soul the best they could, but Keith was... he was the salve at the end of the day that had him getting out of bed to face the next one. There was no rational scientific explanation for love, maybe that’s why so many people chased it. Keith didn’t. He hadn’t known how. And now they had something so much deeper.

  “Babe, are you okay?”

Lance hummed happily, it sounded something like a content purr

“Yeah... sorry I lost it towards the end”

“Nah... it was hot as fuck”

Lance snorted

“Of course you’d say that. Are you okay? Did I drink too much?”

“I think I came hard enough to see heaven. Either that or an angels come to Earth”

Lance snorted again

“I don’t think I’m an angel”

“Are you sure? You’re so damn beautiful sometimes I forget how to breathe”

Lance shivered as his body started to cool rapidly

“I’ll clean you up, then we should sleep”

“I should...”

“I’m doing this because I love you and I want to. Consider this my birthday wish”

“That’s wish number two”

“I seem to remember you putting my fingers in your mouth”

He couldn’t deny that... he also couldn’t really move. One dry orgasm and another whatever the hell that was left him simply wanting snuggles. Keith leaned up to kiss his hair again

“Let’s get you cleaned up”

“Mmm...”

     *

The following morning was crisp and clear. Lance having too much energy as he nearly broke the tap trying to brush his teeth after throwing up basically nothing. Hearing Keith shuffling about, Lance smiled at his rinsed his mouth out, the moving to hop up on the bathroom vanity. Walking like the precoffee zombie he was, his boyfriend didn’t care as he made his way to the toilet to pee in front of him. Sleepy Keith was cute. Hair sticking up in every direction. Underwear pulled down on the left side, yawns every few moments.

  Flushing the toilet, Keith kept up his shuffle, washing his hands, before Lance opened his arms, his boyfriend grunting lightly as he moved into his hold, arms coming around him

“Mmnhmm...”

Keith speak for “good morning”. Dropping a kiss on his boyfriend’s head, Keith nuzzled into him. Serious. He was to damn cute

“Good morning, babe”

“Mbnsmn?”

Lance took that to mean Keith was pointing out that he wasn’t in bed when he woke up

“I was brushing my teeth. I’m all good”

“Mmm...”

Raising his head, his boyfriend had a serious case of morning breath and “vampire lips. The scratching leaving a few small scabs. Kissing Keith’s lips, he wished he knew how to heal him. He loved kissing Keith. Even the smallest of kisses made him melt. Lost in his boyfriend’s eyes, he felt himself getting all teary over how much he loved the walking zombie in front of him

“Bbbbas...?”

“I’m okay. Sorry, I was just thinking how lucky I am to be the one who wakes up with you”

Keith hid his face back against Lance’s chest. Lance moving to start detangling his boyfriend’s hair. Keith slept with his hair pulled up into a bun with how long it’d gotten. That didn’t mean it stayed in place. The soft locks tangled around the hair band

“Mbhh...”

“Alright. I’ll leave it alone for now. You need coffee”

  Domestic bliss wasn’t always about doing the do in the mornings. This gave him as much happiness as being intimate because this was a whole other kind of intimate.

   Getting dressed for the day ahead, birds were chirping outside, a good indication that day was going to be everything he’d hoped for weather wise. Still, he work two shirts and the thickest jacket he owned, jeans, and forced himself to stuff his feet back into his toe eating boots. Keith struggled with his shirt, too cute for words as Lance went to his aid happily, then maybe not as happily as he noticed the few bite and nip marks he’d gifted Keith last night while making out. His teeth were annoying as fuck. Keith liked the marks, but Lance always felt kind of unsettled by them, knowing any deeper and he’d would have drawn too much blood. Finding his hands stopping, his eyes caught the tiny scar on Keith’s neck, watching the artery pulse softly beneath his boyfriend’s skin. Keith didn’t notice, drawing him back by pushing his face into Lance’s stomach, Lance shaken as he realised he’d been looking at Keith like a starved wolf, made worse when his stomach gave a loud grumble, causing Keith to chuckle at him. His iron clad never ever ever feed on humans wavered when Keith tried to feed him. That part of his ego was hard to smoosh down, his true nature would feed on Keith in a heartbeat, but himself loved Keith too much too.

  Lance knew he was acting off about it, holding Keith’s hand they walked towards the cabin. The sun fiercely warm, as if the snow had never happened. He had his sun glasses somewhere, but the previous day had been so over cast he hadn’t needed them. Reaching the cabin steps, the scent of blood made him stagger, knees giving out as his body yelled at him for being hungry. He shouldn’t be this hungry. Though intense in its own way, fooling around with Keith the previous night hadn’t been that long in reality. Half an hour to an hour at the very least including Keith prepping him, and the very nice make out session before then.

  Matt must have heard them coming, Curtis coming out to meet them as Keith tried to drag Lance back up to his feet, grunting for an explanation from the man as Curtis moved without prompting to take Lance by the arm and he found himself standing again

“Hunk accidentally dropped a bottle of blood getting the eggs out for breakfast. It’s been cleaned up. Rieva sent me out to let you know”

A bottle... he’d brought extra, way extra compared to what he’d normally go through in three days, but Keith had him eating more with using blood in the shakes. Fuck. It was lucky they were heading back tomorrow morning

“Lance?”

Blinking at Curtis, he shook himself, trying to snap out the hunger trance

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah. A bit shaken up from seeing so much blood on the floor. Shiro distracted Shay”

God. They should just tell Shay. It wasn’t fair to keep her on the outside. Secrets sucked and lies hurt. Curtis giving him a concerned look

“Are you okay?”

“I wasn’t expecting to smell blood...”

“Ah. You’re probably hungry. Hunk made smoothies for everyone to go with the scrambled eggs and tomatoes. Let’s get you guys inside. Matt and Rieva have some news”

He didn’t want a smoothie. His stomach noping at the thought of it. His teeth ached with the thought of all that blood, nausea creeping up at the thought of the sight of it.

   Heading into the kitchen area, blood filled the air strongly enough for his stomach to roll. He already had nothing left to throw up, having been in the bathroom longer than Keith needed to know. In the sink was the remains of the broke bottle, drowned in lemon scented detergent that’d helped hid the evidence of its true contents

“Hey, guys! You’re in time. Keith, your coffees on the edge of the counter, I made berry smoothies for breakfast”

Hunk was trying a little too hard. He could see the self blame on his face. Keith left his side for the coffee, Lance stepping forward to his hug his friend. Accidents happened

“It’s all good, man. Thanks for breakfast”

Hunk patted his back

“I didn’t...”

“It’s fine. I’m not going to starve. Though I am famished”

Hunk chuckled at him

“That’s good, I made extra. Help yourselves”

  Human food didn’t want to quite sit right, but when he started eating, he kind of pigged out, nearly matching Rieva in breakfast size. Matt ate more than her, generally on a one to one and half ratio, but with their high metabolisms you’d never know it. Shay laughing how unfair it was that Rieva could eat so much and stay so pretty. Hunk tripping over his words as he tried to tell Shay how perfect she was the way she was. He missed breakfasts in his kitchen at home like this, and having his friends over for dinner. He felt like he needed to cling to Keith’s, and had done ever since he’d found out, yet he didn’t want to give up his freedom, nor did he want Keith doing the commute daily with his weird hours. If Coran told him he had to stay in Platt longer, he’d do as he was told for the sake of the baby, but otherwise it looked like it’d be going back to short day trips and the occasional overnight stay. A depressing reality really. If Keith tried living with him once the baby came, his daily commute would be so much longer... but the apartment wasn’t big enough for him and a baby... plus, he owned his house. They’d be able to mount things to wall and decorate how they pleased. They’d have to convert Curtis’s room into the nursery, but maybe it’d be safer to use Matt’s and Rieva’s room, especially with the stairs. If they were anything like their daddy they were going to be a handful and a half.

  Speaking of Keith, his boyfriend was hovering. His coffee cup too close to Lance’s nose. Other than the disgraceful scene he’d shown last night, he felt he really should be praised by how hard he’d been working not to throw up around his coffee loving friends. The stuff stank worse than rotten beans left in the bottom of a cup with milk for a month... actually, that was pretty close to what it smelt like to him. He had to work harder at eating more so he didn’t randomly fall asleep in the shower and make Keith worry about him and the baby. Subtly pushing Keith’s coffee cup away, his boyfriend noticed, despite the fact definitely wasn’t supposed to. Turning to him, morning breath was now replaced with coffee breath, Lance feeling like he was going to throw up as Keith asked softly

“No coffee?”

Idiot. There were other people there. Namely two werewolves that hear far more than they should

“I prefer tea. If we’re going exploring today, I should go get your camera”

  Pidge over heard them, proving all his friends were idiots at keeping things on the down-low

“That’s right. Matt and Rieva said there was a pond not too far from here”

Shay nodding around her mouthful of eggs

“They mentioned something about that earlier”

“Yep. Rieva and I took a walk earlier. It’s not that far, but you should probably keep Kosmo on his lead”

Kosmo seemed to be having the greatest time out of all of them. It must be nice to be a dog, and a very well loved treat spoiled dog at that

“Okay, I think I’ll need to get fresh batteries, so Lance and I’ll go get the cameras sorted...”

Couldn’t a pregnant man have like 5 minutes to himself?

“I’ll get the camera stuff. You’re on dish duty”

Keith sighed at him

“Nope. None of that, mister. Hunk and Shay have been keeping us all fed. The least you can do is help with the dishes”

“I didn’t say anything”

Nope. He wasn’t going to let Keith off

“You sighed. Make sure you guys put him to work”

Hunk laughed

“Okay. He and Shiro can do the dishes”

Curtis asking

“What about me?”

“Dude, you and kitchens don’t get along. You can help with the snacks. Is it worth taking snacks?”

Rieva shrugged, at least she knew better than to let Matt potentially slip up

“The water was pretty cold but it hadn’t frozen over completely. It’s a nice spot, especially for napping”

Lance moved his chair back, Keith forced to let him go or risk spilling his coffee

“Then it’s settled. I’ll be back soon”

   Making it back to the cabin, Lance was disappointed that he’d all but rushed back and into the bathroom to throw breakfast back up. He’d chew the side of his mouth without thinking, trying to ignore the blood that seemed to linger in the air despite the other scents. He really had wanted to try keep everything down as long as possible. Not eating that much yesterday made everything he ate today more important. He didn’t know how being a vampire would affect the baby, and if it did, it’d take a long time to be okay with it. Finding himself trapped by the toilet, he was exhausted by the time his stomach finally gave him a rest. The lack of strength bringing him to tears as he flushed the mess away then went about brushing his teeth.

  Shiro made him jump. He hadn’t heard him come in, not over the sound of throwing his guts up. Having known Keith for as long as he had, he was working on swapping on the batteries in Keith’s camera, Lance trying not to feel so old and backwards about such things

“Hey, I heard you. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. The usual and then some”

“Macaroons?”

So Keith had filled him in on that, he’d kind of expected that he had

“Yeah... everything okay in the main cabin?”

“Yep. Matt and Pidge got into a fight over the snacks, so Hunk put them on drying up”

“That sounds about right...”

Why was he suddenly feeling so self conscious? No... it was kind of like when Matt had been in their cabin, like their space had been disturbed. He was going to have to ask Coran about this. He’d never been territorial before and he didn’t want to start now

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Mhmm. Just... vampire stuff”

“Ah. Are you okay after Keith fed you?”

  Lance flinched at the question, Shiro’s face softening

“I didn’t mean it how it sounded. I know you’re not about to attack him”

“Sorry. Yeah. I... just, yeah. I feel like my head is all over the place and all the energy I woke up with seems to have decided it needed to go away”

“If you need...”

“Don’t. Okay. Don’t. Sorry... but Keith offering is enough to deal with. He’d having a bit of a crisis over thinking I don’t like his blood and stuff”

The “stuff” heavily implied what secret he was referring to

“I’m sure you’ll work that out”

Lance missed the change in Shiro’s tone

“It’d be easier if we didn’t have a whole bunch of other stuff to work out... I know hasn’t signed a non-disclosure and I don’t want to drag her into our world, but it’s... I hate lying to her”

“It’s hard lying to people you care about...”

But he didn’t miss the change the second time. Ego feeling challenged. Yeah it fucking sucked lying to Curtis too. Stupidly he snapped back at Shiro, tears welling up at his own words, his tone far too cold

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll let you finish up with the camera in peace”

“Lance...”

  Nope he already out the cabin. The others already heading out the main cabin, Keith brightening as he looked at him. Shit. He didn’t want to drive a wedge between Keith and Shiro. Letting go of Kosmo’s leash, Kosmo came bounding over to him, Lance scooping him up like the baby he’d always be... the significantly bigger baby then he used to be. He had to get his head in the game. 12 more hours and they’d be leaving. Today was about exploring and having fun. Not about him. Or his ridiculous exhaustion... and apparent moodiness. Jogging over to him, Keith smiled

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist”

Hiking Kosmo up, his body wagged with his tail, trying to lick any part of Lance he could

“He’s fine. He’s the biggest baby of them all. Everyone ready?”

“Just waiting on Shiro”

“Yeah. He’s better with cameras than I am”

  The thing about Keith was that he knew when Lance was faking it. He couldn’t smile things off and pretend he was perfectly fine. The fake smile that’d seen him through so much was useless against his boyfriend

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Just overthinking”

“Stop it”

Lance snorted. He wished he could

“I wish it worked like that. Nah. It’s all... ugh, but the fresh air feels great”

“Do we...”

“Later...”

Keith’s brain was working better than his

“Here, put the baby down, I want to show you something”

“I don’t know if he wants to be put down, I think he just wants all the cuddles he can have”

“That’s because he’s best boy. Just put him down for now so I can show you”

  Mildly curious, Lance set Kosmo down who immediately pawed at his legs for pats. Pulling his phone out, Keith tapped on the screen, before handing it over to Lance

“If you want to talk, you can type in here. No one can hear what’s on here”

His heart lifted at his boyfriend’s gesture. Keith must have been going near mad trying to think of how to talk without being heard swapping Kosmo’s lead for Keith’s phone, he erased Keith’s message, typing back

“I’m okay. I snapped at Shiro and I didn’t mean to. He didn’t do anything wrong. I just feel bad about keeping things from Shay and Curtis”

Handing the phone back, Keith nodded. His boyfriend more ambidextrous than him as he kept a hold on Kosmo’s lead and typed his reply

“I know what you mean. Shiro gets it too. It really sucks, but it’s better than her thinking we’re going to kill her. I love you, babe. It’s going to be okay”

Moving to Keith’s side, Lance read the screen, making it seem more like Keith was showing him something. Kissing Keith’s cheek, his boyfriend turned the screen off, slipping his phone back into his jacket

“If you want to watch that again, let me know?”

“Mmm. I will. It’s a good idea”

“I know. I wish I thought of it sooner”

“It’s okay. You ready to head out?”

“Yep. You all good too?”

“Breakfast has already come and gone”

Keith seemed disappointed he wasn’t there to witness Lance throwing up. Lance hoping Keith wasn’t developing some weird kind about how far he can fit into the toilet bowl

“I...”

“You don’t need to. Years of experience there”

Lance kissed Keith’s cheek again. Fresh air and some sun was the perfect combination to help him get over himself.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose #pregnant lance #vampire lance #mpreg #klance smut #keiths b-day #top keith #bottom lance

[pappydaddy]

Slow? Oh, I can do Slow! (s.h.)

a/n: it is very hard to create a/ns after you’ve written these fics a year ago. i really do not know what to put. but, i am currently revamping my blog and updating my old fics to look more like my newer ones. i will be rewriting this, but i will be doing that some other time. i will still keep this version tho because it’s nice to remember your first fics!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

tv show/movie: stranger things

not requested

tv show/movie: stranger things

warnings: angst with a happy ending, mentions of somebody cheating, some swearing.

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- not my gif -  

  Y/n couldn’t hide her excitement as she danced around her room. A stereotypical girly pop song blared from her record player making her sing into her hairbrush. Setting the brush down on her vanity, she smeared her lip stick over her lips, still wiggling her hips to the beat of the song. A knock on her door made her movements stop and her head to turn towards the door, knowing that whoever it was would let themselves in. As if on cue, her door opened revealing her mother and younger brother, Dustin. “I just wanted to tell you that I am leaving for your Aunt’s, she’s worried that she’ll go into labor early. Steve should be here soon to take care of Dusty so you can go on your date.” She informed her daughter, her hand resting on the doorknob. 

  “Okay, say hi to Aunt Hannah for me, love you.” Y/n wandered over to press a kiss to her mother’s cheek, giving her a quick hug which her mother returned. 

  “I will,” She reassured her, patting her back before pulling away from the hug. “Make sure you turn your music off so you guys can hear the doorbell so that poor Steve isn’t stuck out on the doorstep until your date get’s here. I’ve gotta go, love you both.” She rushed away from Y/n’s room, leaving Dustin who watched his mother rush to the door. As soon as the door was closed behind their mother, he turned back to his older sister, stepping into her room. 

  “Are you and Jessie even dating? You guys have been on like twenty dates, but you guys haven’t done boyfriend and girlfriend things.” Dustin pried, looking around his sister’s room as she put her record away. Dustin wasn’t fan of Jessie, he felt something off about the allusive ‘boyfriend’. Y/n gave her brother an annoyed look over her shoulder, slipping the record back in it’s spot. 

  “I mean, technically, we aren’t official, but like, we’ve been spending a lot of time together.” She told him, checking her appearance in her mirror, taking in her dress and makeup. Sure, her and Jessie hadn’t put labels on it, but she was positive that all the signs were there. She spend many nights in his bed, going on dates. She knew that they weren't together in the typical sense, but it like an unspoken thing. 

  “So like, you two aren’t together, but you guys are still exclusive?” Dustin was beyond confused. Dating to him was extremely confusing when it was laid straight out, so this was completely new territory for him. 

  “Yeah, we haven’t talked about that yet, but all the signs are there,” She grabbed her purse, stuffing her lip stick in along with her house keys and wallet. “It’s really only a matter of time before we do become official, but this is still a closed relationship.” She pulled her coat on, slipping her heels onto her feet. 

  “Weird, how do you know?” Dustin furrowed his brows. He was still holding out hope for his sister to date Steve. She had been pinning after the former King of Hawkins’ High for years and it didn’t take long for Dustin to figure out that Steve was head over heels for Y/n. It really only took him the second time Steve randomly popped up at their house for a spontaneous movie night while asking if Y/n wanted to join them. Dustin had been making great progress in getting Steve and his sister together until Jessie came into the picture and messed everything up. 

  “You just know, Dusty,” She hummed, her fingers fixing her hair. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, she tapped his nose with her pointer finger making him scrunch it up. “You will understand when you’re older,” She chimed, walking out of her room, her heels scuffing on the carpet. Dustin trailed behind her, closing her door on his way out. The doorbell rang out, Y/n’s head snapping towards it, excitement bubbling up in her stomach. Jessie never rang the bell, he just honked from the curb, announcing his arrival. “That must be Jessie! See, he even rang the bell this time - it might be the night we become official!” She squealed, rushing towards the door. 

  “Shouldn’t he ring the bell every date?” Dustin muttered, following her to the door, wanting to see this Jessie guy for once. Clearing her throat, she did a quick adjustment to her hair and dress, yanking the door open with a wide smile only for it to drop at the sight of who was standing on the other side.

  “Hey, Y/n! Awful dressed up for a night in with your two favourite boys, don’t you think?” Steve smiled, walking in when Y/n moved to the side to let him in. Y/n furrowed her brows, a little sad that she had to let him down. He looked so happy to see her when she opened the door. 

  “Actually, Steve. I’m going on a date tonight and I probably won’t be home till late.” She closed the door, walking into the living room where Steve had made himself at home on the couch. His smile fell slightly at the news, but his heart had dropped through the floor. Of course she had a date. She was attractive, gorgeous. Not every boy was going to sit around, too scared to make their move on her like he was. 

  “Yeah, with Jessie, the mysterious boy who I’ve yet to see, and is yet to ask her to be official.” Dustin grunted, plopping down on the couch next to Steve, folding his arms over his chest. Steve looked at him oddly, his mouth parted. 

  “Shut up, Dustin! I told you that it was only a matter of time before he makes it official.” y/n shot at him, the shrill sound of the phone ringing cutting through their conversation. Automatically, Y/n walked over to it, picking it up. Steve watched her as she disappeared down the hall further. 

  “I don’t know, Steve, I’m getting weird vibes from this Jessie guy. He honks when he arrives. Honks!” Dustin exclaimed, getting worked up. Even at his age and understanding of the dating world, he knew that you don’t honk, you go to the door. 

  Steve went to say something, but he was cut off by Y/n walking towards the front door. “That was Jessie, he is running late and said that I should meet him at the theater and we’re going to go to a later movie, I’m going to go get popcorn so we can skip the line, I’ll see you guys when I get back!” She called over her shoulder, snatching her keys from the table by the door as she breezed out of the house, leaving the sweet, intoxicating smell of her perfume behind. 

***

  Y/n stood outside the theater, the large bag of popcorn in her hands and the drink sitting on the empty ticket booth. It was way past the second scheduled time they were supposed to meet, the box office closing for any ticket purchases, but the scalpers stood around, waiting for people running late, like Jessie apparently was. Huffing, Y/n looked at her watch on her wrist before looking around. She didn’t see him walking towards her. Chewing on her lip, she looked at the scalper closest to her. “Hi! Excuse me,” She called to him nicely, gaining his attention. “Would you like this popcorn and drink? My date and I will just buy new ones.” She offered. 

  “Yeah, sure. Thanks.” He grumbled, taking the popcorn from her before reaching around her to grab the drink. 

  “No problem.” She muttered. Walking away from the box office, she walked towards the sidewalk, wanting to see if Jessie’s car was even at the theater. Her heels clicked against the sidewalk as she neared the dark alley. Subconsciously, she glanced down it as she passed, almost as if some sort of psycho-killer was lurking in the shadows, but what she did see was much worse. In the alley sat Jessie’s blue ford. The car itself was pointed towards her, as if he had pulled into from the street on the other side of the alley. It was dark, but she could see him sitting in the backseat, his head thrown back, his mouth open. She didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know what was going on. The windows were steamed up, the car slightly rocked and she recognized his sex face. 

  Storming up the alley, she slammed her palms against the hood of the ford, startling Jessie and the girl who was bent over, her face in his lap. Jessie’s eyes widened as she scrambled to tuck himself back into his pants, zipping them back up as he stumbled out of the car. “Y/n! I thought I cancelled the date, what are you doing here?” 

  “No, Jessie, you didn’t cancel the date and you don’t get to ask the questions here,” She shouted, her voice booming into the night. “You were really going to cancel on me so you could get head in the back of your car from Josslyn Anderson? I know we weren’t dating, but we were certainly something, Jessie,” She yelled, shoving his chest as Josslyn sat in the back of his car, watching everything unfold. “You lied to me Asshole! Were we anything more than fuck buddies to you?” She asked, hurt. 

  “No- Y/n, you weren’t-” She cut him off with another shove to the chest. 

  “I don’t fucking want to hear another lie, Jessie! I don’t want to fight about this, I want you to leave me the fuck alone, don’t call me, don’t talk to me, don’t even look at me you dirty pervert,” She jabbed her finger in his chest, anger coursing through her body. “I really hope the blowie was worth it.” She seethed, turning on her heel and walking away. She felt stupid for even believing that after twenty dates and not being official that they would actually date. She could hear him calling her name, but she didn’t care. 

  Getting into her car, she didn’t even look back at the alley. In a way, she felt empowered. A high from telling him where to go, but ultimately, she felt crushed. She didn’t hurt that much. They technically weren’t going out, he wasn’t her boyfriend, but she was sure the signs had all pointed to being exclusive. “Nothing I can do, he ain’t shit, he doesn’t deserve my tears, he doesn’t deserve being upset over, he ain’t shit!” She yelled at herself as she drove back to her house. Despite her trying to coach herself out of crying, she still felt hot tears streaming down her face, ruining the makeup she spent so ling perfecting. 

  Pulling into her driveway, she saw the flicking light of the TV and the light of the living room still on. She cursed to herself. She had hoped that Steve and Dustin had retreated to either the kitchen to pig out of frozen pizza or to Dustin’s room to talk about boy stuff so that she could make a quick escape to her room so she could cry and scream while listening to the best break up songs. Turning her car off, she trudged up to her door. Throwing it open, she heard the two boys let out girl-ish screams, practically jumping out of their skin. “Y/n! You scared the shit out of us!” Dustin told her, his hand over his beating heart. 

  “Sorry.” She muttered, keeping her head low to try and hide her tear stained and mascara streaked face. Closing the door, she tried to fast walk through the living room towards her room, but their eyes followed her, watching in confusion. 

  “Wait, why are you back so early? Shouldn’t you guys still be at the movie-” Dustin was cut off by her whirling around, her eyes hard. Both boys were taken back by the tears rolling down her cheeks and the black streak marks. 

  “Jessie didn’t show up so I went looking for him only to find him getting head from Josslyn fucking Anderson in the backseat of his car and turns out, he meant to cancel our date not postpone it thirty minutes! Happy? You were right, Dustin. You were fucking right.” With that, she fled to her room, slamming the door. A few second’s later, they heard the sound of her heel hitting the wall followed by the second one. Steve flinched at the sound of the thud, but what broke his heart was the sound of her music playing at full blast. He just knew that she was laying face down on her bed sobbing about some no-good schmuck who had no idea how good he had it by having Y/n. 

  “Go do something to make her feel better Steve! You love her for Christ's sake!” Dustin shoved his older friend. pointing to his sisters room. Steve shook his head violently, his fluffy hair bouncing. 

  “No, now is not the time for my feelings to be revealed and she don’t love me - she’s upset about another guy, Dustin!” Steve’s hands gestured to the closed door of her room. 

  “Jesus, you really are and idiot Harrington,” Dustin muttered, shaking his head. “She’s loved you for years! Did it ever occur to you that she was going out with Jessie because she felt that you didn’t like her and he was conveniently the only other guy she was remotely interested in?” Dustin slapped Steve in the shoulder. 

  “Ow, wait- What? Seriously-” Steve stammered. His heart lifting up as if it was flying. “She feels the same way?” 

  “Yes! Literally everyone can see it!” Dustin cried, shoving Steve. This time, Steve got up, striding towards Y/n’s room with new found confidence. Knocking twice, he heard her yell for him to come in over the pounding music. Opening the door, he slipped in, closing it behind him. She rolled on to her back as she entered, lifting herself from the bed, sniffling. Turning her record player down, she shuffled back to the bed, plunking herself down. 

  “What’s up?” She asked, patting her bed beside her. Steve didn’t waste a second to sit beside her, his eyes on her. He didn’t want to lose an ounce of confidence. 

  “You know, Jessie is an idiot, he didn’t know what he had and he really doesn’t deserve your tears, Y/n.” He told her, his finger swiping gently under her eye to collect a salty tear clouded with some mascara, making it turn back. She let out a small, wet chuckle, wiping her eyes herself. 

  “I said the exact same thing to myself as I drove home,” She told him, her hands folding in her lap. “I guess I’m just crying because of how stupid I feel and how much time I spent on him, god, I should have listened to Dustin! Looking back know, I can see how much of an idiot I am.” She told him, rolling her eyes at herself. 

  “Hey, hey! You’re not the idiot here. He is for letting such a beautiful, smart, funny and insanely hot girl like you go for a quick fuck by Josslyn Anderson, who cannot hold a candle to you.” Steve told her, slinging an arm around her shoulders. She looked at him, confused, but the second her eyes connected with his, it was like it all made sense. It all made sense why she found Jessie cheating, why she was pulled to Jessie in the first place. It was all part of her journey back to Steve. It was like she didn’t even leave him. Steve was always there, he was just blocked by trash. 

  “You like me,” She whispered, her eyes flicking around his. Her heart flipped in her chest. “You like me?” She almost couldn’t believe it. 

  “Is it that obvious? I mean, Dustin found out like forever ago and apparently everyone else knew to-” His rambling was cut off by her. 

  “I like you to, Steve,” She told him. “All of this happening tonight, the night where you were here, it was all because I’m meant to be with you, Steve.” Steve could’ve sworn he was going to pass out right then and there. His heart was beating so fast that he was sure he was having a heart attack. 

  Steve didn’t waste a second to tackle her to her bed, his body between her legs as he stared down at her with warm eyes. “So, if I like you and you like me, can I kiss you?” He smiled down at her, inching his face down towards hers. She giggled, her tears and sadness long gone. 

  “If you didn’t I would be pretty mad,” That was enough of an answer for him, making him crash his lips to hers, his head angled, their lips meeting in a sweet, lingering kiss before pulling away, goofy smiled on both their faces. “If it’s okay with you, could we take this relationship slow? I want to treasure everything about this - and I also just broke up with someone and I don’t want to be that person who goes from one relationship to another in a matter of a few minutes.” 

  “Slow? Oh, I can do slow! I was so slow courting you, you didn’t even know I was courting you until now.” Steve smiled as he pipped his head down, pecking her lips sweetly. She laughed at his statement. 

  “But, not too slow! Don’t take twenty dates to ask me to be your girlfriend.” She teased, faking a warning face. 

  “How about no dates,” He asked, pausing to sit beside her instead of laying between her legs. “Y/n Henderson, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked her, almost dramatically. She laughed at his antics, but nodded her head. 

  “Yes, of course, Steve Harrington.” She smiled. 

  “Well, as a first date, would you like to go watch the rest of a movie with your younger brother?” Steve invited her, nodding his head towards her closed door. She hummed, smiling. 

  “Just let me wipe my makeup off and change into something comfy, I want to rip this uncomfortable dress and tights off of my body so badly.” She told him, scratching her legs where the black tights itched her legs horribly. Steve laughed, nodding. 

  “Fair enough, I’ll get popcorn,” Steve told her, scooting off her bed. “Don’t take too long, I don’t know how long I can fend Dustin off of the popcorn for.” 

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #dustin henderson #y/n #stranger things #steve harrington imagines #stranger things imagines #anst #fluff #slow burn #josslyn

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Study Fic Chapter Names

Hi everyone. I want to have chapter names for the current study fic and I have some ideas I want your opinions on for when I’m editing them. I’ll put chapters 1-3 under the cut so you can see them easier. Feel free to suggest any other names for the chapters! I’m not at all decided.

I decided to name the fic Folds in Paper (for reasons yet to be made clear).

Chapter 1: 

Burnt Rubber Poptarts (Because Janus saying how he can’t even tell the difference between the burnt rubber and other flavored poptarts really brought home his current mental state.)

Chapter 2:

Paper Faces on Parade (Line from Masquerade from the Phantom of the Opera. Wouldn’t work well with the Eye of Gold chapter 3 title because they’re both from the same song)

Green Light (Green lighting the mission as well as Janus saying he had ‘all green’ which we’ll talk about in chapter 4, but basically means he’s had no incidents unlike the yellow, red, and black designations. Also alludes to the green light in Great Gatsby which symbolizes Gatsby’s love for the unattainable Daisy.)

Chapter 3:

Eye of gold; thigh of blue. True is false; who is who? (Line from Masquerade from the Phantom of the Opera.)

It’s a lopazoo. (Line from The Charleston. There isn’t really a strict definition for ‘lopazoo,’ but you can kind of get the vibe just from reading it.)

Our dance is surely a comer (Line from The Chareston except “our” replaces “that.” Comer means a person or thing likely to succeed.)

Chapter 1

The words in front of him seemed to squirm back and forth across the screen as he watched, despite the fact that he’d bought this screen to prevent that exact thing from happening. The ‘d’s and ‘p’s and ‘b’s seemed to blur together into a sludge of incomprehensible nonsense, just like the voices around him seemed to. He wasn’t quite sure how long he’d sat there staring at this report. Time itself seemed almost like the words and the people, it swirled past him in a blur of sounds and colors, but he never could quite grab ahold of it.

 Something smacked him in the forehead, and he startled, looking up. “Remus,” Janus sighed. He picked up the projectile that had just been lobbed at him. “Did you steal paper from the 20th century supply again?” he asked, staring at the folded-up piece of white paper in the shape of a crane. It was one of Remus’s favorite designs. “That’s not what it’s for.”

“There’s a message inside!” Remus replied, happily.

Janus glared at him and carefully unfolded the paper. He squinted at it, and yeah, that was way worse than the screen. Maybe it was worth his money. Or maybe Remus’s handwriting was just horrendous.

 He squinted at it for a few moments and then looked back up. He blinked at his surroundings. The note had said ‘Go home. Work ended three hours ago.’ and that certainly seemed accurate considering he and Remus were the only people left in the office.

“I still have to finish this report about the New Easter Island mission,” he said to Remus.

“I’ll do it,” Remus said. “You’ve been working without a break for hours, and I probably owe the agency some time since I took a coffee break to 22nd century France this afternoon.”

“You what?” Janus asked.

 ”They have the best coffee,” Remus said, and then grinned wolfishly, “and the best guys.”

“Stop doing that stuff,” Janus hissed. “Your lucky I haven’t reported you already.”

“You wouldn’t,” Remus said, very sure of himself. “You like me too much. Plus, without me, you’ll forget to go home and sleep every night. So, it’d be a loose-loose. Now up! It’s time for you to go home.”

Janus sighed and stood. “Fine,” he said. “I’m going, but that report better be done like you said or I will report you for your coffee excursions.”

“Sure, you will,” Remus said. “Now shoo.”

 Janus spared him one more glare before standing from his desk and waving his hand through the air. The machine at his wrist buzzed softly and the display screen lit up around him. He jabbed a finger at the last of the three pre-set locations and, with a feeling like he’d just stepped into a pool of softened butter, he was home.

He groaned and fell back onto his couch immediately. “Time?” he asked.

“1:57am,” a soft voice said from his ceiling. He groaned. Considering the agency liked to keep their schedules aligned even though his house sat almost 2 millennia before the agency even existed, he’d have to be up in 4 hours to head back to work. They said it was to ‘stop them from experiencing time jet lag’ and ‘maintain their circadian rhythm,’ but with Janus it usually just ended up with him ‘not getting enough sleep’ and ‘suffering greatly.’

 Sure, he had been fine with it, encouraged the policy even, when the agency was created, but that had been before he’d had to live it.

His stomach suddenly grumbled, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since before the mission he’d been on earlier that day. He was exhausted, but he also knew trying to go to bed this hungry would result in him not being able to sleep at all. He dragged himself to his feet and into one of the barstools at the kitchen island. He didn’t want to wait for the auto cook feature to cook him something and he especially didn’t want to cook something himself, so he pressed a few buttons on the side of the counter and a protein infused, still cold pop tart popped out of the table.

 He thought it might be a Hot Fudge Sunday one, but he honestly couldn’t tell. The protein infusion made all of them taste rather horrible. For all he knew, it was one of the Burnt Rubber pop tarts Remus had once snuck into his pantry. To be fair, he hadn’t even noticed until he’d went to go stock his pantry and realized that there was half a box of those things. It was just another example of Remus using time travel for things he shouldn’t. They were a year 2513 delicacy.

The 2510s were an odd set of years.

 He chewed on the possibly chocolate, possibly rubber flavored pastry and glanced out the window. Though it was dark, one could still see the water of the man-made lake his home sat on thanks to the floating lights that hovered above it. Each agent working for the TPI received a home and alternate identity in a time and location of their choice. (Within reason, that is. Remus’s request to live among the dinosaurs was quickly denied and new rules were put into place immediately after.) Janus had chosen the late 24th century with a moderately sized home on Lake BlueBox. He didn’t have many close neighbors, but the ones he did know thought he was an accountant who went by the name of Declan Banks.

 No, he had not chosen the last name. Yes, everyone got those types of names. The Agent Management Office had a sense of humor or were just not creative. Janus only knew one employee in the AMO and he’d been avoiding him for the past three years as much as possible. Cowardly, maybe, but he knew if he gave the man too much information about his general lifestyle, he’d be dragged into the AMO to talk about his mental state and feelings, and honestly, that would make everything worse.

 As soon as he finished the poptart, a glass of water popped up from the table making him jump despite the fact that he had been the one to set it to do that automatically years ago. He downed half of the water and picked up the glass to take it to his bedroom. He should probably clean himself off before bed, but he couldn’t be bothered today, and just stripped off his uniform and collapsed into bed in his underwear. The morning was going to come far too soon, he knew. Yet, his mind would not quiet. His brain kept filling out the report he trusted (well, hoped he could trust) Remus had already finished by now.

 He eventually groaned and rolled over in bed. “Play something,” he requested. The screen by the side of his bed lit up.

“Randomizing the ‘Something’ video playlist,” the soft voice said from the ceiling.

A dance recital which he knew had been recorded in 2033 started playing. The images moved on the screen in front of him, but the sound drifted from all around him. He let his eyes linger over the way the dancers’ bodies moved as the sounds washed over him. The image of elegantly twisting limbs remained in his head long after his eyelids drifted shut and he finally fell asleep.

 Chapter 2

The morning was just as torturous as Janus had expected it would be. He chewed through another poptart, this time bothering to actually check and see that it was a cinnamon-sugar one and drank three cups of caffeinated orange juice. Then, he waved his hand through the air and selected the 1st saved location on his device. He popped up directly behind his desk where he’d been standing the night morning before.

Someone, probably Remus, had shut his integrator down. He swiped a finger across the power button, and it flickered back on, scrolling through its morning start up routine.

 The machine scanned through all of the data in the three main system it was connected to and sorted all information into things that concerned him, could concern him, and did not before then sorting the first two categories into order of importance. As it did, he set up his screen reader so he would hopefully not start the day with more of a migraine than he already had. It took about 3 seconds for everything to turn on and settle.

Sitting down in his desk, he dismissed the notification that Remus had finished and submitted the report from their mission the day before.

 A mission had been scheduled for him today, and the details were in his inbox. A piece time travel technology had been accidently dropped by an archology student in the 1890s during a trip. It was an earlier model of emergency time travel given to time travels that would dump them back into the Registration Office in the year they originated. It wasn’t extremely dangerous, but could pose some problems, especially if someone who didn’t know what it was activated it.

Surveillance agents had tracked it down and found that it had been picked up by a local and sold. Though no one from that time had known what it was, they had identified that it was made out of a precious metal and it had been crafted into an expensive necklace. Janus and Remus were supposed to retrieve it today. It had been pinpointed that the most opportune time for the extraction was 1923 during a masquerade ball held by those who had bought the necklace.

 It was a fairly low stakes mission. He wasn’t set to leave for another couple of hours, so he clicked through the rest of the important notifications and then set off to meet his missions coordinator, Rhi, in her office.

Rhi and Janus got along fairly well. She was a well put together woman who took her job incredibly seriously. It was fair as her job was to organize all information and materials from every other department and make sure the agents she was assigned to got and understood all of it. A mistake from her could lead to an agent’s death or something far worse.

 This, of course, made her relationship with Remus… interesting to say the least. Janus could never place whether they were nemesis, frenemies, or mortal enemies, and he doubted he would ever know.

“Okay, but it’s the 1920s America,” Remus was already in her office arguing when Janus arrived. “There were so many gangsters! I could be a gangster. I would make a fantastic gangster! Just give me a gun, a snazzy suit with a white hat, and a buttload of alcohol. I will be running Chicago with Al Capone in five minutes.”

“Al Capone didn’t become a crime boss until 1925 and you are going to 1923,” Rhi said, sounding bored, “you aren’t going to Chicago, and as I have already stated, your cover is already decided.”

 “But-”

“It is nonnegotiable, Agent Clockson,” she said firmly. Remus pouted, but seemingly accepted his fate.

“May I come in?” Janus asked.

“Please do,” Rhi said. “You have been to the 1920s before, correct?” she asked Janus.

“Yes ma’am.”

She tapped the screen on her desk in response. “In the last two years?”

“About two months ago,” he responded. She tapped something else.

“Any blacks, reds, or yellows?” she asked.

“All green.”

“Great. Do you need a refresher course on basic cultural or linguistic procedures?”

“No.”

She pushed one more thing and then swiped the check-in document over to him. He glanced at the report stating he’d had no incidents of any level the last time he visited the 1920s and had opted out of the optional refresher course, and then pressed his finger against the screen to sign it with his fingerprint.

 The document returned to her side of the desk automatically. “Okay,” she said swiping another document from her left over to be in front of her. She twisted her wrist to copy it and slide copies to Janus and Remus. “Here are exact details on the time, place, and event you are going to, as well as details about your cover.” Janus scrolled through his quickly. It wasn’t as detailed as some he’d had considering this was a brief in-and-out missing, but he still took care to memorize everything on the page.

As he and Remus read through their things, Rhi got to her feet and turned to the storage compartments behind her desk.

 She grabbed out two packages and when they’d both signed that they’d read and understood the paperwork, she slid them across the desk to them. “These have everything you need,” she said. “Clothes, money, and an invitation to the party you’re off to attend. You are to get changed now, have a last check in with costuming to make sure everything is in order, and then report to decontamination in 23 minutes. Your set to leave in 38 minutes. Any questions?”

“How much-?” Remus started.

“None, agent,” Rhi said.

“But-”

“No alcohol,” Rhi said. “It is the prohibition era in the United States anyway.”

“Like there’s not going to be alcohol at the rich people party,” Remus said sullenly.

She pressed her lips together. “It is an in-and-out mission,” she said to both of them, and then turned to glare at Remus. “Do not get arrested.”

 “I don’t know,” Remus said joyfully. “I think I still have room for a 1920s mug shot on my wall.”

“Behave,” she said, “or I’ll report you for the cat you smuggled in from the 1800s.”

“You’d never,” Remus said. “You enjoy the cute pictures of Diesel Fuel I send you every day too much, and you know it!”

“Just… don’t get arrested.” She turned to Janus. “Don’t let him get arrested.”

“I’ll do my best,” Janus promised, standing. “Now come on, Remus, we need to get changed.”

“You just want to see me naked,” Remus replied with a wink, but he did stand.

 “If I see you naked one more time in my life Remus, my eyeballs will fall out of their sockets,” Janus said, waving to Rhi as he pulled Remus out of the door.

“Kinky.”

Janus’s eyeballs almost did fall out right then and there with how hard he rolled them.

They got changed quickly, Remus complaining and saying if he couldn’t dress like a gangster, he should at least be allowed to wear a flapper dress. Janus had long ago learned to ignore his ramblings. He did seem enthused about the included mask for the masquerade. It was a silver fox shaped mask with green accents that reminded Janus of the Egyptian God Anubis.

 Janus’s own mask on the other hand, was only designed to take up the left half of his face. It was mostly golden with a black swirled design. Attached to the side there was a plume of golden tipped white feathers. He had to give it to the costuming department, they did have good taste.

Once they were both dressed, they were poked and prodded by one of the costumers to make sure everything was accurate, fit right, and had been put on correctly.

After that, they went to the decontamination area to have themselves and everything they were taking with them sterilized so they didn’t accidently take any pathogens to the 1920s. They also received an oral vaccination to be sure they didn’t pick up anything from the 1920s and bring it back.

Then they were ready to go. The correct time-space coordinates had already been sent to their timepieces. With a push of a button, they were off.

 Chapter 3

Janus and Remus both appeared at the same moment a couple of feet apart in what looked like the inside of a garden shed. There was already a man waiting for them a few feet away. “Sup babes,” Remy said, just like he always did. The T-Agent looked their costumes up and down and whistled. “Now that,” he said, “almost makes me want to be one of you time jockeys.”

“They wouldn’t let me have a gun or a canister of moonshine,” Remus pouted.

Remy snorted. “Sorry, babes, but that makes my job a lot easier. If I’ve gotta fish you outta the 1920s criminal justice system, I’d rather it not be because you shot someone on accident ‘cause you don’t know how to use the safety.”

 Remus groaned dramatically. “Everyone is lame.”

Remy just shook his head. “Meet back here when you’ve got the necklace,” he said. “Don’t make a move until after 11:05pm and before 11:17. That’s your window.”

“We know,” Janus said. “See you then.”

“Have fun at the party boys,” Remy said and then lowered his shades to look at Remus, “but not too much fun.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Remus, already towing Janus out of the garden shed. The way had been specifically cleared for them, so they met no other people before they’d rounded the house the party was taking place and had gotten onto the driveway in front of the house.

 Without missing a beat, they strolled up to the front of the house, just as a car pulled into the end of the driveway. Janus rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, a man who was clearly the butler answered the door. They handed over their invitation, and the man immediately let them in.

The party had already started when they slipped into the medium sized ballroom that had been decked out in streamers and other decorations. Janus’s nose immediately wanted to scrunch as the smell of sweat from all the dancing already going on as well as the too strong perfume meant to cover that stench wafted over him. It was by far not the worst smelling time period, but he was pretty sure some people still weren’t aware deodorant had been recently invented.

 He checked his time piece which had been disguised as a fancy wristwatch for this trip. “Okay,” he said. “We have about two hours before we need to make our move. We should…”

Remus’s attention was already being dragged away by a young man who seemed to be providing guests with food. “I’m going to go ‘mingle’,” he said, winking.

“No!” Janus hissed. “Re- Richard! No!”

Yet, he was already disappearing into the horde of stinky bodies, likely to go scandalize a bunch of rich folks, and leaving Janus alone. Janus mumbled a curse under his breath that he was sure no one around him would understand even if they could make it out.

 Unsure what to do with himself, he wandered over towards where the live musicians were playing jazz music, being sure to keep out of the way of the dancers. He was edging around the makeshift dancefloor, when one of said dancers must have misstepped and knocked into another one. The second man stumbled right towards Janus, arms pinwheeling. Janus reached out on instinct to catch the man as he fell.

There was a moment where the two of them just stared at each other, surprise evident on the other man’s face. He was wearing a mask that just covered the area around his eyes and the top of his nose, revealing a smattering of freckles across his cheeks that Janus imagined extended to his nose.

 The mask was a light blue velvet with a flower stuck on the side near his right ear, and a trail of curled golden ribbon bobbed down around his chin. The party continued on around them, a blur of movement and sound.

“Are you alright?” Janus asked.

The man blinked up at him and then tilted his head slightly to the side as though confused, before a smile slowly grew on his face. “Oh, I’m fine Dove.”

“Dove?” Janus asked.

He giggled. “You have dove feathers on your mask,” he explained, reaching up a hand to touch one. His finger brushed the tip of Janus’s ear, “and I don’t know what else I am supposed to call you.”

 “My name is Lee,” he automatically lied.

“Is it?” he asked, sounding amused. “Doesn’t seem to fit you well. I like Dove better.”

“Oh?” asked Janus. “And what’s your name so I can not call you that?”

The man chuckled. “Call me Pat.”

“Hello Pat,” Janus said.

“I thought you didn’t want to call me by my name.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Hmmm,” Pat said, finger tracing idly across Janus’s forearm which was when Janus realized with a start that he was still holding the man in his arms. He quickly went to release him, which Pat allowed with clear amusement.

 Yet, instead of completely stepping away, Pat grabbed Janus’s arm. “What are you doing all the way over here by the way?” he asked. “Don’t you want to dance.”

“Oh,” Janus hesitated. “I don’t really dance.” Or at least not in the way the people around him were. He’d had basic training for this style, but it had been a while and he was a bit rusty.

“Everyone dances Dove,” Pat claimed. “At least if they know the steps and have the right partner.”

“But I don’t know the steps,” Janus said with an eyebrow raise.

He hummed. “Well, I know the dance pretty well by this point,” Pat said. “Why don’t I teach you how it goes.”

 He was agreeing with the soft beseeching tone before he even realized it. Pat pulled him into the middle of the throng of people. He seemed to think, bopping his head to the music playing for a moment, before looking back at Janus. “Heard of James Johnson?”

Janus inclined his head.

“Well, have you heard his new song? Because there’s a dance that goes with it.”

He took a few steps away from Janus and started to dance. Despite his claim to know the steps, he wasn’t particularly good, but he made up for any loss of rhythm with pure enthusiasm.

 Janus found himself smiling at the man, and after a few moments, joined in with the dance. Despite his lack of practice, he ended up having a better natural rhythm than Pat. Pat didn’t seem to mind that he was being outperformed, however. On the contrary, he giggled at himself the couple of times he stumbled.

When he fell into Janus’s arms for the second time that night, Janus decided he’d probably had enough dancing for the moment and pulled him off to the side to get something to drink and cool down a bit.

He watched the man take a snack and some punch from one of servers and thank him happily before turning back to Janus. Pat was easily able to keep Janus’s attention as they chatted. He was bubbly and soft, and Janus found himself enchanted as they talked.

 He was explaining the steps of a different dance, a couples one. “Knowing how to perform the tango will entrance any girl you want,” Pat said, something mischievous sparkling in his eyes. “Assuming you’re that type of fella.”

“As opposed to what?” Janus asked.

Pat leaned in a bit closer. Not too much, but enough that he was definitely in Janus’s space. “A different type of fella,” he said simply, before smiling and leaning back.

Janus let out a shaky exhale and took a sip of punch. He glanced over at Pat. “Tell me about yourself, Pat,” he said.

Pat hummed in contemplation. “Well, I went to France recently.”

 “You did?”

“Oui, c'était amusant, mais j'ai eu des ennuis”

“What kind of trouble?” Janus asked curiously.

“Oh, the kind with a pretty boy and crepes that were way too sweet. Anyway,” he continued. “Other than that, I mostly help out my friend. He’s an inventor.”

“And how do you help him.”

He shrugged, “Running errands mostly, and making sure he gets enough sleep, because otherwise he gets distracted and forgets. And you?”

“I’m a banker,” he said, remembering his cover, but felt compelled to add, “but I like to travel as well.”

“You do look the type?”

“And how is that?”

   Pat shrugged. “I can always tell a wandering spirt from the masses, and you are easy to spot.” Pat looked at him then with a secret smile on his face, and Janus felt suddenly known, like the man in front of him had known him for years even though they’d only just met. Looking at him then, he wanted suddenly for that to be fact and not a flight of fancy.

He was brought firmly back to reality in the next moment. “Lee,” a pointed and familiar voice said. Janus’s head snapped up to see Remus, staring at him. He tapped his wrist. Janus glanced at his own wrist: 10:58pm. He just barely managed not to curse.

 “I,” he said looking up at Pat. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”

“That’s okay,” Pat said easily. “It is getting rather late.”

“Yes,” Janus agreed. “Well… goodbye.”

Pat, titled his head, a half smile on his face. “I’ll be seeing you around.”

Janus nodded, and turned away from him towards Remus. He didn’t look back as they excited the ballroom. They snuck into a small side closet for coats that wasn’t being used as it was summer.

“So,” Remus said when the door closed behind them.

“Don’t,” warned Janus.

“I’m not one to judge,” Remus said.

“Shut up.” He glanced at his watch. It was 11:02. “We’ll go in 5.”

 “I have to give it to you. He was very cute.”

“We’re not talking about it.”

Remus just laughed joyfully, and Janus did his best to halt the blood rushing to his cheeks.

At 11:07, well into their window, they slipped back out of the closet, and towards the stairs as the party raged on.

Despite how Remus usually never shut up, he was able to be quiet when it counted. They snuck to the master bedroom of the home’s owners in silence. The door was already wide open by the time they got there, and Janus didn’t think anything of it. At least, he didn’t until they entered the bedroom, and there was someone already there.

 He turned from the dresser he’d been standing in front of to face them, sending Janus the same smile he had down in the ballroom. Janus and Remus both froze. “Sorry, sweetie,” Pat said. “Were you here for this too?” he held up the necklace they’d been sent for. He closed his fist around the charm made out of time travel tech.

“What?” Janus said.

Pat giggled and winked. “Unfortunately, I need it a bit more than you at the moment. So, I’m gonna have to go.” Janus stepped forward, not really sure what he was intending to do, but Pat just smiled. “See you some other time, my Turtle Dove.” With a snap of his fingers and loud crack, he disappeared. The mask he’d been wearing fluttered to the ground.

#study break stories #not writing #folds in paper #folds in time universe