I was in my backyard stargazing, when a bright light streaked across the sky and a few moments later Gabriela smashed into my backyard.
She was really tall, I had to use two mattresses for her bed and move out most of the things in my living room to make room for her to sleep. She was very badly injured. Something had taken huge bites out of her chest, her eyes had been ripped out and one of her wings had been torn off. She spent most of her time unconscious and the rest gibbering in an unknown tongue.
She only spoke to me twice, once to tell me her name and the other time was to respond to a question I had asked her. “How did you get injured Gabriela?” I had asked. “War” she replied. She died a few hours after that.
In the following days, more and more angels fell from the sky. These angels however, were already dead, their bodies had been mutilated, sometimes so badly, that if not for their height and wings, we wouldn’t know for sure if they were angels. Surprisingly, while many people panicked, peace as a whole was kept and it only took a few days before the buses and trains were running on time again.
When the rain of corpses from heaven stopped, people were overjoyed. When huge cracks in the earth started to appear, they were less so. When fire and lava began to bubble up through the cracks, people rushed to monasteries, churches, mosques, and temples, anywhere they thought they might find answers. When the earth rumbled, and the cracks opened to spew out a horde of demons, we finally understood.
You see, the demons were all dead. Their bodies had been mutilated, just like the angels were. I thought that heaven and hell were in a war against one another, but they were actually fighting together. Against something else, something worse.
I don’t even know. I was taking a walk today and this idea popped into my head. I swear I’m still writing the bookstore AU, too. Also, *pops confetti*, I hit 2k followers today! Who ARE all you guys? Anyway, this fluff/ridiculousness is for you. ~1.6k words, rated G. Sterek, of course.
The whole thing starts with Stiles really, really craving a meatball sub from the place across the street.
“God, someone shut him up,” Erica groans. They’re all kind of at their breaking point by now; they’ve been camped out in this meeting room all day, brainstorming. “He’s been talking about the same goddamn sandwich for seven and a half minutes now, and it’s making me hungry.”
“If only our ad campaign were about sandwiches, Stilinski would have it in the bag and we could all go home,” Isaac sighs.
From across the table, Derek rises abruptly to his feet and storms out. (Or maybe it’s just that Stiles always interprets everything Derek does as stormy. With those eyebrows, it’s hard not to.)
Stiles assumes he’s just gotten so fed up with them all that it’s either storm out or kill someone, and he’s just grateful Derek chose Door Number 1. It’s a good day not to get killed by Derek Hale.
Only, fifteen minutes later he comes back in. With a paper bag from the deli.
As soon as he gets within grabbing distance, Stiles practically collapses across the table in his haste to reach for it. “Oh my god, is that what I think it is?”
Derek holds it up over his head. “Who says this is for you? Maybe all your talk inspired me to go get a meatball sub of my own.”
“Oh, please. Like anyone with your abs eats meatball subs.” Stiles leaps to his feet on his swivel chair—because screw safety, Derek will catch him if he starts to topple over—and snatches the bag out of Derek’s grip. Derek doesn’t fight him for it very hard.
“Why don’t I get a meatball sub?” Erica whines, thumping her head down on her notebook. “Doesn’t anyone love me?”
Derek shrugs and takes his seat again. “You didn’t ask.”
“You just like Stilinski better,” she grumbles, and Derek just shrugs again.
Meanwhile, Stiles rips into the bag and takes a huge bite out of the gloriousness that is this sandwich. He can’t help throwing in a few theatrical moans just to taunt Erica, and she suitably rewards him with a glare of death across the table.
“Mmm,” Stiles says. “Derek, I love you so much, dude. Marry me.”
Instead of the grumpy eyebrows he expects, Derek meets his eye, leans back smugly in his chair, and says, “Okay.”
<b>Viktor:</b> I heard you and Otabek went camping.<p/><b>Yurio:</b> yeah, so?<p/><b>Viktor [Hands over a can of bug spray]: </b> <p/><b>Yurio:</b> what's this for?<p/><b>Viktor :</b> so that you're better prepared next time. look at those huge, purple mosquito bites on your neck.<p/></p>
ANON REQUESTED: Can you do some Jon snow smut please ;)
note: uhmmm, its smut. kinda a lil bit but smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
You crashed into Jon’s chambers with two flagons of wine and ale with two cups. Jon was busy looking at his map, with a deep look on his face. He was surprised that he saw you, late at night and you just barged in.
“What are you doing?” He asked as he took a seat, watching you move.
“What am I doing?” You raised the cups and you exclaimed. “Drinking, we’re drinking.” He started to protest but you shut him out, “I know you are King in the North now, but you’re always so serious these past days.”
He grabbed the cup from your hand and he poured himself the sweet wine, filling it almost to the brim. He chugged it all down with one gulp, and he flushed red already from the alcohol. You took a drink as well, and you looked at his table.
“What are you doing?” You asked as you drank the wine. You sat on the table, moving the markers away.
“Maps,” both of you said it at the same time, and he laughed as he grabbed the wine for more.
It has been a while since you spent time with him, since he was always so busy talking about strategies, and all of the problems that carried on his shoulders. You stared at him, slowly drinking his cup. You remembered that this was once the man you loved, but your feelings subsided when he took you just for a friend. A close friend, you remembered as he hugged you one time.
“What’s the matter?” He asked as he saw you staring.
You didn’t look away, but you smiled. “Nothing,” you glanced at the flagon, “We’re out of wine.”
He raised the other flagon, and he filled your cup. “We still have ale.”
You laughed as he raised the flagon to fill his cup as well. He was getting so flustered and intoxicated, he started to mumble inchorent words. He smiled and he laughed, out of nowhere. “Do you remember when you ran,” he laughed loudly, “And you fell into this pit of mud!”
“That wasn’t funny!” You said as you remembered that moment. Everybody in the Black were laughing as you drenched in the mud. You laughed, when you remembered another thing, “I pulled you in.”
He nodded as he finished the remaining flagon. “We both smelt of shit for the whole week,” he laughed as he stared at you on his table.
You finished your drink as he did with his, and silence filled the whole room. He stood, and he stayed in front of you as you held your cup in your hands. You smiled at him, and he moved closer. He set your cup on the table, and he inched closer, and your feet dangled off the table as he moved.
A shower orange is a glorious experience that you should perform at least once in your life.
Step 1: Get an orange. Room temperature is fine, but refrigerated makes the contrast even better.
Step 2: Put on a hot shower.
Step 3: Take the whole orange into the shower - yes, while naked. Treat it like an otherwise normal shower.
Step 4: Use your teeth and fingernails to rip open the orange and take huge messy bites out of it. Drop the peels by the drain, and your shower will be full of citrus oil smells. You can pick them out later. Devour the orange. Revel in it.
Step 5: Finish your shower and clean up the leftover bits of peel and seeds. If you thought ahead, you could also have a trash can set up outside the shower for the peel and such, but I dont think it’s necessary.
Prompt: If your requests are
open, could you write a oneshot were batsis,who’s between Tim and Damian’s age
or is Damian’s twin sister, is constantly ignored, like they don’t mean to but
she’s just kind of invisible to/overshadowed by the batfam, so she decides on
staying with the superfam over summer to help at the Kent Farm (Of course
Alfred knows but he doesn’t tell) and the batfam doesn’t notice till like a
month in that batsis isn’t at Wayne Manor and they’re trying to find her and
Being the granddaughter of the Demon Head isn’t all it’s
cracked up to be. Being Damian’s twin sister is even worse.
“Not now, Y/N”
Your father keeps his back turned and continues to talk to
Damian. “Dad, I just …”
“I said not now!”
Damian’s lip curls slightly when he glances at you, “Leave
now, Y/N. Father and I are discussing the Mission, which you are not a part of”
You flinch, and quickly leave the cave. “Alfred?”
“In the study, Miss Y/N. Were you able to talk to your
“No, he was busy with Dami, he didn’t have time to talk to
Alfred sighs quietly, “You cannot allow the men of this
house to ignore you, Miss Y/N”
“I try Alfred! I try to get their attention! But I’m just
not good enough! I’m not part of the Mission so I don’t warrant any attention!”
Gentle hands draw you into a brief hug, “You do not need
your fathers permission, this time. I will allow you to go to the Kent farm for
the summer. Who will be there?”
“Kon, Clark, and Clarks mom, Martha. I’m gonna be helping
out around the farm”
“Very well. As long as you promise to write to me at least
once a week.”
That forces a chuckle out of you, “This isn’t the old times,
Alfie. I can just call you”
“Perhaps I enjoy receiving letters, Miss Y/N”
“Alright, alright, I’ll do both. You’ll keep me updated on
“Of course. Now” Alfred gently nudges you toward the door,
“It is time for you to pack. I received a call from Mister Kent, he will be
here in three hours to pick you up”
You and Clark land in front of the Kent farm, Kon landing
behind you. “Why is this bag so heavy?!”
Rolling your eyes you turn and take the duffel bag from your
friend, “Stop whining! You have super strength, and the bag isn’t that heavy!
It just has cloths in it!”
“Clark? Is that you?”
“Yeah, Ma! I brought Conner and Y/N with me!”
Martha Kent quickly steps out to the front porch, “Well
don’t just stand there come give your mother a hug!” Clark smiles, quickly
giving Martha a hug, Kon is next, and the, surprisingly, Marth wraps her arms
around you. For a split second, you panic, not having receive a hug from anyone
but Alfred in a long time. “It’s so nice
to meet you, Y/N! I hope you enjoy staying with us. Come on now, I’ve made pie”
Clank stands beside Conner, “They ignore her you know, the
Bats. She didn’t even tell them she was leaving. The poor kids touch-starved
and she doesn’t even realize it”
Conner nods, “I know, but Grandma will fix that. The two of
us will just have to make sure that she has the best summer possible”
“Yeah, we will”
“Pennyworth, who were you talking to?”
“No one, Master Damian, just a family member of mine”
Damian’s eyes narrow but decides to let the subject go,
“Father would like to know if you have seen Y/N. Todd asked where she was, and
Father has not seen her”
“I can’t say that I have, Master Damian. I have not seen her
in quite a while”
Damian hums, “Very well, I will tell father and Todd”
Almost an hour later Jason comes up from the Cave. “Alfred,
Damian says that you haven’t seen Y/N? How long has it been?”
“Quite a while, Master Jason. Come to think of it, I cannot
quite remember the last time I saw Miss Y/N”
“Damn, well I’m gonna try her phone again. If you see her,
will you let her know I need to talk to her?”
Once Jason leaves, Alfred picks up the phone and calls Y/N.
After a month and a half the rest of her family has finally notice that she
wasn’t in the Manor.
“I don’t know, Kon. I’ve never ridden a horse before, what
if I fall off?”
Conner chuckles, gently picking you up and putting you on
the back of the horse, “If you fall, I’ll catch you. You don’t have to worry
about falling, Blueberry’s really smooth”
“Alright, as long as you stay with me”
A gentle hand steadies you in the saddle, “Don’t worry, I’ve
Once the two of you get going, and you learn how to balance
on the horse, the ride is surprisingly easy. The two of you make a loop around
the farm, just taking in the open land. By the time you get back to the farm
house the sun is starting to disappear behind the horizon.
“It’s so peaceful here, I wish I didn’t have to leave”
“You can come back whenever you want, you know. Grandma
already said that you’re welcome whenever.”
Before you can respond, Clark steps into the barn. “Alfred
called while you were on your ride. He said your father has finally noticed
that you aren’t in the Manor. Jason actually noticed you missing first.”
“I’m not missing, I tried to tell Dad where I was going, but
he was too busy to listen”
“Well, you might want to call him and tell him you’re fine,
because he just sent out an emergency alert to all members of the Justice
Clark runs a nervous hand through his hair, “Batman called a
meeting, all of the original members of the Justice League are gonna be there.
I think you should call him, let him know that you’re safe, and tell him to
call off the search”
You’re shaking, everything seems like it’s too much as this
point, “He can’t be bothered with me when I’m at the Manor. Clark I’ve been
gone for a month and a half, almost two months at this point, and they are just
now noticing that I’m gone. I’m so done right now. I’m not calling him, I’m not
calling any of them. You can tell my father where I am when you have your
meeting, but he won’t be hearing anything from me”
“You know that I have to tell him, right?”
“You really don’t, Kal” Conner throws an arm around your
shoulders, drawing you close, “She’s right, they didn’t even notice that she
was gone. Y/N can just live here, with me and Grandma, somewhere she’ll have
people who care about her”
“Kon, you know that’s not the right thing to do …”
“IT’S NOT RIGHT HOW THEY TREAT HER!!” Conner visibly pulls
back, reigning in his anger, “It’s not right how they ignore her, it’s
practically child neglect.”
“I know, but now she can come here. Now she has us to look
after her. She’s always welcome in either of our apartments.”
“Thank you guys. You – you don’t know how much this means to
me. But, Clark’s right, he has to tell my father that I’m safe. You should
probably head to your meeting now, I’m gonna enjoy the rest of today with
Clark nods, pulling you into a tight hug before he flies
“What if we run away together. We can find some remote
island, I can fly back and forth to the main land for supplies. It could just
be the two of us, and anyone else we decided to tell”
You and Conner are laying on the roof of the barn, watching
the stars. You never knew how many of them there are, the Gotham smog tends to
block out all starlight.
“An island, huh? I don’t really think I’d want to live on an
island, too many sharks in the ocean. How about we live in the mountains.”
“That could work!”
“I’m kidding! I can’t just run away forever. Dad wouldn’t
stop looking for me, and then he’d pull out the kryptonite just to he could
beat the crap out of you!”
Connor pauses mid-laugh, “Clark’s on his way back. Bruce
will be here in the morning, he had to take care of something in Gotham
“Of course he did. The Mission is more important than
anything” Clark lands quietly beside you, still wearing the Superman suit, “So,
how did your meeting go?”
“Bruce was angry. Apparently, Alfred refused to tell him
anything, and at first so did I. Eventually I told him that you were somewhere
safe. He managed to deduce that you were here. He said that he’ll …”
“Be here tomorrow morning, yeah, I know.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N”
“It’s not your fault, Clark. Like I said before, nothing
comes before the Mission, not even his own children”
“Come down to the house, Ma made apple pie”
“Alright, it’s probably the last time I’ll ever have it. Dad
will probably lock me in the Manor and then forget about me”
“We won’t let that happen, I promise”
“What are you gonna do, Conner? Break into Batman’s house,
and kidnap me?”
Conner’s eyes briefly flash red, “If I have to, that’s exactly
what I’ll do”
The next morning comes too soon. You know that your father
is going to be angry, that he’s probably going to lock you in the Manor, and
that your twin is going to be pissed that he had to look for you.
“I could hide you in the barn, you know.”
You roll your eyes, “I’m not hiding in a barn from my own
father, I just wish that I could stay out here. It’s so … quiet compared to
Gotham. There’s no villains, no vigilantes, no galas, nothing like that.
Everything just seems simpler out here”
“I know what you mean. It’s nice to have a sanctuary. Clark
has his Fortress of Solitude, and I mean I could go there too, but I like it
“I understand. Did Clark say what time Dad would be here?”
“No” Connor takes a huge bite of her cereal, pointing the
now empty spoon at you, “He hasn’t tried to call you?”
“He can’t, remember, my phone slid off the roof, I haven’t
exactly had time to get another one!”
“Oh yeah” He pauses, tilting his head toward the door.
“Clark said that your dad is about 50 miles away, so he should be here in the
next half hour”
“Yeah, I assumed he would be here early”
“There’s still enough time, we can make a break for it …”
You just roll your eyes, going into the kitchen to help Mrs.
Kent clean up from breakfast. Exactly twenty-two minutes later Connor comes to
get you. The jet is less than a mile away, and Clark said that it would be best
if you were already waiting on the porch. The jet comes into view a minute
later. Taking a deep breath, you square your shoulders an raise your chin, it’s
finally time to face the music.
Jason is actually the first one out of the jet. He sprints
up the porch steps and wraps you tightly in his arms.
“Don’t you ever do something like that again, you hear me?”
He’s trembling, fine tremors wrack his whole body, “I thought something had
happened to you. I’m gone for 3 months and you go missing, no one’s heard from
you, no leads, nothing, you just aren’t there anymore”
Jason was the only one in your family, other than Alfred,
who didn’t ignore you. He was constantly stealing you away from the Manor just
to spend time with you, but sometimes he would go on missions that lasted
between three to six months. Half the time he wouldn’t be able to contact you
at all, and your father refused to tell you anything.
“I left a note for you …”
“Yeah, and all it said was that you were leaving for a
while. That doesn’t help me, short stack! You scared the shit out of me!”
“Sorry, Jay. I kinda expected to be back before you came
“I asked B to wait in the jet until I talked to you. He’s
pissed, Y/N. He flipped his shit when he realized you’d left. How long have you
been gone, kid? Obviously, a while, you’re a hell of a lot tanner than when I
last saw you”
“I’ve been here for almost two months as this point.”
Jason’s eyes widen, one hand running through his hair, “Two
months … You’ve been gone for two goddamn months, and your own father didn’t
“Um, yeah” You scratch the back of your head nervously, “I
left with Conner and Clark on June 16th, and its August 3rd
“I’m gonna kill him”
“Don’t do that! You promised me no more killing unless
“This is necessary!”
Mrs. Kent opens the front door, still drying her hands on a
dish towel, “What’s all this ruckus out here? Clark! Where are your manors?
Invite these nice people in for some snacks”
“Ma, I don’t …”
“Clark Kent, I know I raised you with manors”
“Yes, ma’am. Y/N, I’ll get Bruce and Damian from the Jet,
why don’t you, Jason, and Conner head inside”
Being stared down by your father and twin brother is extremely
awkward, especially when they aren’t saying anything. It isn’t until after the
snacks are cleared away, and everyone has once again moved out to the porch
that they say something.
“Are you going to return to Gotham with us, sister? Or are
you going to continue to run away and waste our time?”
“I didn’t run away, Damian!”
“tt” Damian rolls his eyes, mouth set in an almost permanent
sneer, “You do not tell anyone where you are going, refuse to answer your phone,
refuse to come home of your own violation … need I go on?”
“I tried to tell you and father! You two were too busy to
listen to me! I told Alfred where I was going, and if anything happened I was
living in the same house as two Super’s!”
Your father finally steps forward, getting in between you
and your twin, “What you did was irresponsible and selfish, Y/N. What if the
city needed me while I was out searching for you? People could have died
because of your actions. Do you know what it’s like to have to worry about
someone who …?”
Tears sting your eyes, “Go ahead! What were you going to
say? Someone who can’t defend themselves? Someone who’s a disappointment?
Someone who will never be the daughter you wanted? Someone who refuses to be
ignored any longer?!” You take a deep shuddering breath, finally meeting your
father’s eyes, “Then why did you come? Why did you come if I’m so terrible to
Bruce reaches out, tries to touch your shoulder, but you
quickly evade, “Y/N …”
“No, you listen. I’ve been gone for two months! Two whole
months, and you weren’t even the one to notice that I was gone! Jason noticed
before you did, dad!” More tears slid down your cheeks, “Do you know what it’s
like to be ignored like this? To be so easily forgotten? Dad, do you know why I
was allowed to live?” Bruce shakes his head, “I was meant to die shortly after
Damian and I moved in with you. Mother had orchestrated my death, it was meant
to bring you closer to her, out of shared parental grief. I’m not sure why I
didn’t die, but sometimes … sometimes I wish I did!!”
It’s like all the fight’s drained out of you, and now you’re
just tired, “It’s okay, Jason. I won’t argue anymore, I’ll go back to the
Manor. I won’t leave anytime soon, it’ll be just like before”
“Y/N, don’t …”
You turn, facing Conner, “Thank you, for everything this
summer. It was really nice to spend time with you, and I really hope that we
can stay friends”
Conner envelopes you in a huge hug, squeezing you tightly to
his chest, “Of course we can, we’ll be friends forever now.”
“I’m coming father, I won’t keep you from Gotham any longer,
just let me grab my bag”
“Don’t start your shit, Damian. Being your twin sister has
been hell, and right now I can’t take any of your insults”
Damian looks taken aback by your hostility, “I only wanted
to say that I am sorry for how I treated you in the past, and I hope you know
that … I will protect you if Mother ever tries to hurt you”
You let out an exhausted sigh, “Yeah, you’ll protect me, if
you even notice me. I’ll be back in a minute, I need to pack”
Once Y/N is gone Jason, Conner, and Clark turn to face Bruce
“You see what you’ve done now, Bruce? You see what I’ve been
trying to tell you for years? Do you even know that girl? She’s been with you
for six years now, she’s your daughter, and you don’t even know what her
favorite color is!”
Bruce straightens, “I understand that I haven’t been very
present in her life …”
“I’m gonna stop you there, Mr. Wayne. I understand that you’re
Batman, that you protect Gotham from the bad guys, but did you ever think of
how much damage you have done to that girl upstairs. Y/N is … she’s amazing,
probably one of the most kind hearted and forgiving girls that I have ever met,
and you’ve hurt her. You have made her feel worthless, like she doesn’t deserve
attention, and I’ve been working for two months now to fix that.” Conner
straightens his shoulders, “I’ll be visiting her a lot, just to make sure that
you don’t undo what I’ve accomplished. You have a really special girl, Mr.
Wayne, I’d hate to see you lose her forever.” Then the teenager turns and walks
into the house.
“He’s right, Bruce”
“I know he’s right, Clark! I know I’ve messed up! I don’t
need everyone here to tell me that”
Clark opens his mouth, but Jason beats him to it, “Then what
are you going to do about it!? You can bitch that you know how terrible of a
father you are, but what are you going to do to fix it? Because don’t think for
once second that I won’t take her away from you. Conner and I won’t let you
neglect her anymore. What you’ve been doing is considered child neglect, you’re
just lucky that she’s old enough to take care of herself or she might be dead
by now from your carelessness.”
“I’ll change, Jason, Clark. I’ll change for her, I’ll pay
more attention, I’ll listen to her, I’ll go to counseling with her, I’ll go to
parent classes if I have to! I didn’t realize …” Bruce breaks off when his
voice cracks, his hands tremble, “I’ll be a good father, I promise”
Damian places one hand on his father’s shoulder, “I believe
that we both have made mistakes, Father, and that we both have quite a long way
to go until we gain Y/N’s trust back”
“We’ll do everything in our power to make this up to her. I
didn’t realize how bad it had gotten” Everyone outside can hear Y/N and Conner coming
down the stairs, “We have a long way to go to make it up to her, to prove that
we care for her.” Bruce squares his shoulders, “We have to own up to what we’ve
done, it’s time to face the music.”
The Night She Took (My Breath Away) SMUT (NSFW 18+)
A/N: Hi guys. I have no idea where is came from but here it is. The titles is from this song I Don’t Know Her Name by Bad Boy Blue and I think the lyrics are perfect for this song. Also, idfc by Blackbear helped me with the smut. Thank you thank you thank you to @writing-obrien for helping with this. She’s such a lifesaver, She’s always there to jump in and take over.
Warning: SMUTTT, Slight alcohol abuse(I mean their drunk so), mentions for drugs
Sooooo, I really like your latest breakfast post. And the part with saeyoung walking in MC and Saeran kissing was funny. It gave me an idea. Can I request how the RFA+Saeran would react if another member walked in on them and Mc making out? Heehee~ thanks!
Haha, we laughed at this one. Hope you like these~
You brought Zen lunch during his rehearsals
It was just him in his dressing room since he was taking a break
When he saw you had brought him lunch, he kissed you on the lips as a thank you
Well…you two accidentally ended up kissing a lot more
Little did you know, Jaehee had thought to visit Zen as she had a short break from work
You two had left the door slightly open so she just walked in….and saw you both…and neither of you noticed
After a few minutes of stunned silence, she clears her throat awkwardly
You nearly fall on the floor trying to distance yourself from Zen
You can’t even look Jaehee in the eye
“Oh, er–enjoy your lunch, Zen. Bye!”
And you dash out the door
Meanwhile, Zen can’t stop blushing and stammering
He takes a huge bite out of his lunch to cover it up when Jaehee notices a smudged lipstick mark straying from his mouth
“Uh, you have something on your face…” she says with a small laugh
“Oh? Is it some sauce?”
It was your usual movie night at his house
The movie wasn’t at any interesting point, so Yoosung made his move
It started out as a few little pecks, and next thing you know he’s leaning over you and you both get lost in your own moment
Too bad the sound of someone munching on popcorn ruined the mood
You both pull a little away from each other to look at the source
Seven is casually sitting on the couch near the corner staring at the TV
“Didn’t know this movie was rated PG-13,” he grins at you two
Yoosung starts yelling at Seven from his place on the couch
But Yoosung is still hovering over you on the couch
It doesn’t make the situation any better for you, but he doesn’t seem fazed
You guys just start throwing pillows and whatever soft items you can find and pelting them at Seven
When he finally leaves the house, Yoosung just keeps going like nothing ever happened
You stop him and make a joke that Seven might still be around
You hear a chuckle from nearby
“Seven, what the heck!”
To this day, neither of you knew why or how he was in Yoosung’s house that evening
The latest RFA party had just ended
Jumin was given the task of rounding up the members for the afterparty
He can’t seem to find Jaehee or you anywhere
He’s passing by a storage closet and he hears….voices?
It’s a long shot, but he figures he’ll check and and opens the door
You two are sitting on the floor oddly calm and playing…Go Fish
“Uh…what are you two doing?”
“Playing Go Fish.” Jaehee deadpans holding up some cards
“In a storage closet?”
“The party got too loud,” you shrug before turning back to your cards
Jumin looks between you two as Jaehee takes a turn
He doesn’t even try to figure out what’s going on
He just shuts the door and leaves and just tells everyone you two will join them later….probably
The next RFA meeting was at his penthouse
You had come early to help set up and use the kitchen to bake some treats
You’re not exactly sure what happened
You were just rambling on a bit while plating things, and he was watching from the doorway
Next thing you know, he lifted you onto the counter and his lips were on yours
This was all very pleasant…except for the fact that Jumin had told the security guards to let the RFA members in whenever they arrived
Zen so happened to arrive a little early and went searching for you and him in the house
He lets out a yelp, “Jumin, you can’t just do that to her wherever you want!”
Jumin sighs and rolls his eyes, “This is my house, so…if you would excuse me”
He just goes back to kissing you like nothing ever happened
You just hear Zen’s complaints growing more distant until he retreats to another room to wait for the others
You find a lot of complaints in the chatroom later
You were just about to leave Saeyoung’s house for the day
You gave him a kiss goodbye…then one kiss led to another…and another
Then he was gently pressing you up against the door as things got heated
Saeran was coming home from some outing or another…and he really had to use the bathroom
After getting through his twin’s ridiculous security system, he goes to open the door
But it kept getting stuck
He tries a few more gentle tries before peering through the window on the side
When he sees you and Saeyoung making out against the door, he’s so done
He shoves it open, not caring that he’s shoving you and Saeyoung onto the wall
“My bladder is not going to wait for your lips to stop moving!”
You thought Saeyoung would be mortified….but no…he’s yelling at Saeran for ruining a moment
The twins start bickering at each other….one from the doorway and the other rushing towards the bathroom
You slide to the floor confused by the whole thing
Saeyoung had heard gardening might help Saeran…so he wanted to start one in the backyard
He even invited you and Yoosung to help
He didn’t account for the fact that Saeran had no interest in gardening
But he had a great interest in you and vice versa
So when you two were sent to fetch something from the shed, you take the advantage of kissing him, shutting the shed door behind you
As per usual, things heat up really quickly
Yoosung was sent to check on you both since it seemed to be taking so long
He opens the shed door and takes one glimpse at what you were doing
The sudden light makes you two break apart, shuffling away from each other
Yoosung doesn’t help your embarrassment since he’s covering his eyes
“No, no! Don’t mind me! Continue–er–whatever–um–”
He tries to grab some tools, but ends up tripping on everything while encouraging you two to continue kissing
After he falls over the seventh time, you and Saeran give up and walk out of the shed…you might also be trying to hide your laughter
So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)
The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it.
Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.
pup. Picking you up.
You nearly jumped from your bed when you saw Reggie’s text
fifteen minutes ago. You need to get ready and you need to do it fast because
God forbid you make Reggie wait. Reggie
Mantle never waits.
After the quickest shower of your life you quickly ran to the
kitchen where you saw your mom preparing your breakfast and … a packed lunch?
“Uh, mom. What’s
she muttered simply as if she wasn’t murdering her daughter’s social
“I’m a senior.”
“I’m your mom. And you
know, I don’t want you eating those trash your cafeteria calls food.”
she said handing out the bag to you. “And
i’m still creating your lunch until you graduate, sweetie, so get used to it.
“But mooom” You
were cut off when you heard two familiar honks from outside. You give your mom
a pleading look.
“(Y/N) you are not
leaving this house without your lunch.” Clerly, it didn’t
Another two successive honks.
“Fine! Fine!” you
quickly shoved the paper bag in your backpack before giving your mom a peck on
“Love ya! Tell Reggie
I said hi!” your mom screamed which you responded with a flying kiss
directed to her general direction.
“Hey Reg.” You
greeted as you went inside Reggie’s car. “Do
me a favor and eat this.”
“Oooh, is this your
packed lunch, pup?”
“I will murder your
“Okay, I get it.”
Reggie cut you off, taking the sandwich from the bag and giving
it one huge bite. “Good morning to
me.” Reggie moaned in delight. “Thank
you mama (Y/L/N).”
“Just drive, you
moron.” you chuckled.
Your eyes ran around the buildings they passed through when you
heard a buzz from Reggie’s phone that was situated in a small compartment
between you two.
“(Y/N/N), can you read
that for me.”
“That’s probably from
Geraldine.” you deadpanned which, in your language, is a no.
“I do not want to see
another picture of a naked woman at 8 o'clock, Reg. It’s too early for that
Reggie barked out a laugh.
“Well, it’s either that or risking an accident, pup. And may I remind you
that it was you who kept reminding me that I should never text and drive.”
Anybody who wasn’t Reggie would’ve been ready to cower at your
stare but this was Reggie were talking
about. The Reggie that has been the subject of this stare since you were five
so it was like an ant bite for him.
“I created a
monster.” you sighed.
“Shut up you know you
“And so does
Sandra,” you said as you read another gruesome text from another one
night stand. “Thanking you for a
wonderful night– nope scratch that, nights. With a photo where she is covered
in very familiar sheets in a very familiar bedroom.”
“Well, i’m not Mantle
the Magnificent for nothing.” Reggie gave you a wink. “And I thought she was Sarah.”
“You are nasty!” You
punched Reggie in his arms which resulted to a (fake) protest from Reggie. They
both knew even if you punched him in full of force it would barely tickle your
6 footer bestfriend. “I sleep on
that bed, Reg, what the hell!”
“Don’t worry, (Y/N/N),
You’re still the only girl in my life.” Reggie chuckled but
not before giving you a wink. “And,
I replace the sheets every time you sleepover so you can go back to loving me
You huffed, crossing your arms. “Oh c'mon pup, i’m sorry?”
You looked away, knowing if Reggie pulled out the big guns, his
puppy eyes, you wouldn’t be able to say no.
Reggie sighed. “I, Reggie Mantle,
solemnly swear, that no other girl besides my darling (Y/N) will have the
opportunity to sleep in my humble berth.”
(Y/N) smiled at your bestfriend. God, he is a moron.
“You can love me
now. Heey, heeeeey.” Reggie said, glancing every few seconds in your
meekly asked. Reggie smirked before offering his pinky. (Y/N) crossed their
pinky’s together before pushing their fist and thumbs together, their childish
yet unforgotten seal which was yet to be broken.
“Fine-fine, I love you
“Thank God, whatever
will I do if I hadn’t gained your affections, m'lady.”
“Crash and burn?” You
You both laughed from the truth in your silly jokes.
“What should I
reply?” You asked after a few seconds of silence.
“This is why I love
Reggie heard the muffled shout of Moose as he got out of The car. Moose was
together with some of his football buddies that were as intimidating as they
looked. Reggie gave them a nod before opening the door for you.
“Sup man.” A
couple of greetings were exchanged between Reggie and his teammates while you
were hidden safely behind his back, as usual. Aside from when you are with
Reggie or any of your carefully chosen friends, you rarely speak. A switch
inside you named “everybody-is-a-waste-of-my-time” suddenly clicks
and you just go mute which the whole world seems to translate as you being shy.
“Hey bud.” you
heard a deep voice from you back. You gave Moose, Reggie’s bestfriend and one
of your oldest friends a hug which was followed by Archie, another one of those
who got Reggie’s favor when it comes to making sure you are protected from the
hells of high school.
Being a silent loner has always had some disadvantages and
Reggie always made sure to obliterate those disadvantages at sight, with the
help of Archie and Moose from time to time.
“You coming to the
game, (Y/N)?” Archie asked you even though you both already knew the answer.
Reggie would not allow you to miss a single game of his.
“Yup, Reggie got me
tickets.” You barely whispered but apparently it was loud enough
for one of their other teammates to hear.
“Oooh nice. Cheer for
me will ya?” An unfamiliar face suddenly spoke getting a little close
to your personal space that was immediately stopped by Reggie, Archie, and
Moose’s hands that automatically went out to protect their (Y/N).
newbie.” Moose warned as the boy raised his hands up.
warned placing your hands in Reggie’s and Moose’s arms to stop them from making
“Was just try'na be
friendly.” The newbie tried to defend himself.
“Well, start getting
the memo. She’s off limits.” Reggie barked back. “Andrews, you got Geometry with (Y/N/N)
“Yeah, yeah got
it.” he said taking your book from your hands. “Let’s go bud.”
You nodded before giving Reggie a pat on the waist as a silent
goodbye and a silent “please don’t murder the new kid”.
“See you later,
“Are you crazy?!”
Smith nearly screamed at the freshman when Reggie went with Moose to talk to
their coach about the new play. “You
must have a death wish, I swear—“
“What? It’s not like I
“You do not talk to (Y/N),
ever. That’s like one of the ten commandments of this school!”
“What? Is she Mantle’s
“No, she’s more.”
Smith scoffed. “Fuck with Mantle’s
girls and he might give you a beating of your life but touch his (Y/N) and he’d
probably murder you if you haven’t been chopped off by Cheryl first.”
As if on cue, a black limo stopped in front of the gate of
Riverdale high and out went it’s empress. Graceful and intimidating as ever,
barely giving other people a glance.
Blossom,” Smith said, almost dreamily which was worrying considering
Cheryl looked like the kind of girl who would murder you if you breathed at her
wrong. “She had a twin, Jason, but
he was brutally murdered. Now all she has left is her money and (Y/N).”
sisters?” Smith looked at the newbie with an
“Sorry, my bad. New
really knows. Just like Reggie, they have just been really close ever
Cheryl sighed as she scanned her eyes for the familiar face of (Y/N)
in the parking lot but it was proven fruitless. She, however caught Reggie and
Moose on the way to the door.
“Mantle, where the
hell is my dear (Y/N)?” She said as she went near
his annoyingly tall figure.
Reggie could barely contain his groan when he heard her eerily
high voice. “She’s not a toy
“Of course not.”
Cheryl said obviously missing the point Reggie was trying to make.
Reggie sighed. “She’s
safe from you, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“Listen here, dimwit
“She’s in her first
subject with Arch, okay? Calm down.” Reggie said pushing
the door open. “And for your
information, she’s my (Y/N). It’s
time you start learning that.”
The "Don't tell anyone you saw me crying" AU sounds super promising!
The best part of Steve’s day is, generally when he gets to go eat lunch in the abandoned teacher’s office on the third floor. It’s quiet up there, and it’s not so dusty now that one of the custodians noticed him hanging out there and comes around to clean it up every so often. So, all in all, not a bad place to quietly eat his lunch, do some homework, and maybe get a bit of drawing done, if he’s up to it.
Except today, apparently.
After the bell rings and fifth period starts, Steve makes his way up to the abandoned teacher’s lounge. He’s got a cheese sandwich, apple slices and a can of Diet Sprite that he’s excited to eat, and a drawing of one of his classmates — a guy who probably doesn’t even know Steve exists, let alone would want Steve drawing him, but that’s the one good thing about being invisible — that he’s excited to finish up. But when he gets to his abandoned teacher’s office, he hears someone…
Well, he hears someone crying.
Still, it’s his abandoned teacher’s office — he doesn’t have much else to take ownership of at this school, so he’ll take what he can get — so he enters anyway.
“What the hell?” Bucky Barnes says, furiously wiping off his face with the sleeve of his henley.
“Oh, uh,” Steve says, clutching the sketchbook that has an in-progress drawing of Bucky Freaking Barnes in it tight.
“Come to laugh at me?” Bucky asks with a rueful chuckle.
“What? No,” Steve says, maybe a little fiercer than he should.
“Then what?” Bucky asks.
“I eat lunch here every day,” Steve says, straightening up. He may only be five foot four and weigh the same as a wet dachshund, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t be intimidating!
He does wish that his beanie would quit sliding down his head and hiding his eyebrows. Having visible eyebrows would probably help the intimidating factor.
“You eat… here?” Bucky asks, looking around the dim room like he’s really seeing it for the first time. He grimaces.
Steve pushes his beanie back. “You’re here crying!” Steve argues.
“Yeah, but I’ve only been here a couple times. You’re here every day.”
Steve scoffs. “Are you trying to contest who of the two of us is less pathetic, because that’s probably a pretty easy fight.”
“What do you mean by that?” Bucky asks, voice getting louder.
“You have everything — friends, football, popularity. I just want to eat my cheese sandwich and listen to my iPod during lunchtime without having to confront crying jocks.”
Bucky stares at him for a moment, then his face screws up. “I’m s-s-sorry,” he says, starting to cry again.
“Oh jeez,” Steve says, shutting the door behind him and taking a few steps across the room, closer to the desk Bucky is sitting at. “Don’t… Cry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“You didn’t… it’s not your fault,” Bucky says, burying his face in his hands.
Steve drops his backpack and kneels down, digging through it. After about forty seconds, he emerges victorious with a half-used pack of tissues. “Here,” he says, handing them out to Bucky.
Bucky looks up at him with wide, bloodshot eyes. “Really?” he asks. Steve nods. Bucky reaches out and takes the tissues from him. “Thanks,” he says, pulling one free from the package and loudly blowing his nose.
“No problem,” Steve says, trying not to be grossed out, though he can’t help but cringe a little when Bucky looks back up with a line of snot dripping out of his nose. “You oughta…” he says, gesturing to his nose.
“Shit,” Bucky says, wiping his nose again.
“Then again, if you’re sporting snot, I’m sure the rest of the school will follow,” Steve says, hoping he doesn’t sound as bitter as he feels.
Bucky shakes his head. “You don’t get it,” he says. “I’m not… It’s not like that.”
“That’s not what it looks from the outside,” Steve says, quiet.
Bucky gives him a little half-smile. “I’m just gonna tell you this because I feel like this abandoned teacher’s lounge is a safe, trustworthy space, okay? And because I feel like you won’t blab to a bunch of people, but everyone fuckin’ hates me.”
“Really?” Steve asks, deadpan.
Bucky nods. “It’s… Well, they may not think they hate me, but they do.”
“Please don’t tell me it’s because you’re too beautiful. If you do, I may scream,” Steve says and is rewarded when Bucky laughs.
“You’re spitfire,” he says. “Anyhow, I’m gay, and they’d fuckin’ hate me if they knew.”
There’s a long pause.
“You’re gay?” Steve asks.
Bucky nods, mouth flattening. “It feels real weird to say it out loud,” he admits.
Steve’s mouth drops. “I’m the first person you’ve told?” he asks, surprised.
Bucky shrugs. “I don’t got anyone to tell. My old man’s a homophobic asswipe who’d kick my ass if he knew, and it’s not like I’m gonna tell the guys on the football team that I like guys. They’d take turns kickin’ my ass and leave me a bloody lump on the field.”
Swallowing hard, Steve takes a seat close to Bucky’s. “That’s… a lot,” he says.
“I know,” Bucky says. “Which is why I feel justified to stay in this abandoned teacher’s lounge and cry for a bit, if you don’t mind.”
There’s a long pause.
“Can I eat my sandwich while you do so?”
Bucky snorts. “Sure,” he says. “Let’s live it up. Cheese sandwiches and tears, quite the couple.”
Steve shrugs. “I’ve seen worse,” he says, pulling his sandwich from his backpack and splitting it in half. “Want some?” he asks, holding it out to Bucky.
“Sure,” Bucky says, grabbing the sandwich and taking a huge bite.
“Hey,” Bucky says as the bell for sixth period rings.
“Yeah?” Steve says, packing his stuff up.
“Wanna do this again tomorrow? Maybe without the crying?”
Steve smiles. “Sure,” he says.
In a week, Bucky is letting Steve draw him.
In a month, Steve is letting Bucky kiss him.
In a year, they walk around their college campus hand-in-hand.
Polt watches on the screen as the Human
pods fire towards the planet his ship engage in long distance fore
support, we hear over the coms the Humans wooping and screaming in
joy as they descend to battle. He prays they are the warriors the
stories say they are.
There is clearly a huge difference in
tactic, the Benemar move tot land their shuttles in an area where
there are amll number of Gal so as to make it easier to deploy. The
Humans though are landing straight in the middle of their army.
The Humans pods are cylinder shaped and
skid and slide and some inbed themselves in the earth, almost as soon
as they hit the ground they come to life. The Humans within leap out
and engage the Gal, the Gal are a multi limbed creature who hive mind
comands them to conquer worlds. They react to the Humans instantly
and throw themselves at the newcomers. The fighting is close and
bloody…for the Gal.
Even a number of the pods come to life,
suddenly extending arms and legs then a head and with more guns that
a whole platoon would have. Polt is watching from orbit and is
shocked by what he sees. The Gal move in an unpredictable manner,
their limbs able to propel them in any direction instantly but
somehow the Humans are keeping up, not only that but are able to see
where the Gal will go and fire a shot at first at nothing but then
the Gal literally runs into it. Even in close combat, they get in
close and wrestle them tot he ground, it usually ends in their injury
but it gives the others a chance to grab hold of the Gal and pull it
Polt watches as the stories he has been
told have clearly fallen very short of the truth.
The Benemar have only just mustered
their army and are moving to engage the Gal’s rear while the Humans
are within them and fighting towards the front where there are
survivors. A number landed by the natives and are helping with the
defence until the main army arrives, which by his estimates, will not
A part of the Gal’s horde has shifted
its direction and his moving to face the Benemar but the majority are
all converging on the Humans. The Gal’s hive mind senses they are the
main threat. The Humans have been fighting for over ten hours and
have yet to slow down, observers see that the humans are fighting in
groups, one group fights while the other rests this way their
efficiency is more sustainable. Their massive walkers are also
reaping a bloody toll on the Gal giving them cover and helping the
natives get to the shuttles to take them away from the fighting.
Hesky grabs a Gal and swings it into
another before jumping on it and driving his blade straight down
killing both. “Two Gal one blade” he laughed to himself.
“Yeah” he replies shooting a Gal
before turning to him.
“Ever watched those eastern
animations? You think the Gal did too?”
“Don;t go getting ideas about fucking
them, you don’t know where they’ve been”
“Don’t tell me what to do! Come here
Gal, tentacle fucking for everyone!!”
“I can tell you what to do I am your
superior what the hell are you doing? Good god man?!”
“How dare you judge me!!”
The battle raged for days before the
Gal’s Hive mind began to loose control, too many of it’s nodes had
been destroyed and without them the Gal cease to function and became
nothing more than a slump of goo.
The Benemar had been bogged down unable
to assist in the wider battle while the Humans ran all over the
planet, if there was even a hint or a whisper of survivors the went
to try and find them. The Remens were massively grateful, where
others would abandon them the Humans had refused to do so and would
not take a single step back without the Gal paying for it in blood.
They had shed their own blood to save an alien race that had kinship
to them yet they protected them as if they were family.
When the Benemar Chief finally met up
with Captain Clerk they were finishing of the last remnants of the
“Where have you been?” Clerk
demanded to know.
“Fighting what else would we be
“Not a lot, we’ve been all over this
rock and as far as my scouts say you never let the canyon”
“It was the best defensive position
“But we were not here to defend we
were here to attack, take the fight to them not sit and wait for them
if we did that the Remens would be extinct”
“If they are not strong enough to
fight themselves I will not waste my–” Clerk struck him and went
flying into his warriors.
“Speak like that again and I won’t
give you a love tap, these people deserve to survive, we can help
them and that is all the reason I need to do so”
The Benemar warriors were about to
attack the Humans, but as they saw they were surrounded, every Humans
they saw glared at them, their bodies covered in Gal blood whereas
the Benemar were spotless.
These Humans, so powerful were they
that they could conquer the galaxy but instead they didn’t they
protected those who could not and fought those who would oppress
others. The Chief knew at that moment, that his Chieftains back on
Bento Prime ever try to face these Human again, they would be so
merciful a second time. He had to change their minds.
Hesky sat by the fire holding a piece
of Gal over the fire to cook it.
“You are not seriously going to eat
that are you?” Hopkins asked.
“Why not, I’m hungry and if I have to
eat another curry Ill go mad”
“You’re already mad!”
“Yes says me!!”
Hesky then took a huge bite out of the
tentacle and chewed.
josh propositions tyler and exploits his flexibility. also worked a jockstrap kink in because you know, why not (for a request) ;-p
ps - i know i have a huge surplus of bottom tyler and i said i’d do some bottom josh, don’t think i forgot.
when josh got off from work, it was his job to pick up his younger sister from ballet practice. it was in a somewhat shady part of the city, and she was not allowed to take the bus home because it would be getting dark by the time her class was over. his mom never understood the dyed hair, the make up, tattoos, and piercings. But she figured it was the least josh could do, was use his intimidating looks to protect his sister and allow her to fulfill her dream.
josh was a high school drop out in his early twenties. he never really outgrew his rebellious phase. his parents wanted him to go to college, so instead he picked up a full-time job as a bartender to support his bachelor pad, supplementing his income selling drugs. they also wanted him to find a girl and settle down and have a family. but instead he got drunk every weekend, bringing strange guys home to fuck before practically shoving them out the door. he had been to jail a few times for petty crimes, mostly to do with misdemeanors, drugs, or stealing. but he worked out and fought dirty, so no one fucked with him.
josh’s phone buzzed when he was standing outside having a smoke before getting in his car. he sighed when he seen the text was from his sister, and he realized he was running late. he dropped the cigarette on the ground and stomped it before getting in his beat up car and driving to the city. it was a friday, so he was beyond tired from the work week and ready to party. but this was his last obligation.
sorry sis, just lost track of time
josh texted while parked at a red light. a car behind him honked as soon as the light turned green. so josh rolled down his window to flip off the cunt, then turned his music up.
josh pulled up beside the building to see his sister standing next to a guy he never seen before. he parked and took in the guy’s appearance, finding it hard to peel his eyes from him. his sister waved, which broke him out of his trance. then he realized she was walking to his car with the guy.
“thanks josh. oh, by the way, this is tyler. is it alright if you give him a ride home? his mom forgot to pick him up.” she asked. josh looked at tyler, a tall, thin boy with soft lips, doe eyes, and dark features. his expression looked vulnerable and apologetic, maybe even a little scared.
“yeah i guess” josh answered with a shrug, “get in.”
josh’s sister got in the front seat, and he watched in the rear view mirror as tyler climbed into the back. he looked down timidly and blushed when he caught josh’s piercing eyes staring at him in the mirror.
“thank you, josh, f-for the ride” tyler said politely. josh nodded to him in the mirror before starting his car.
“so how old are you, tyler?” josh asked after a few minutes of driving.
“i’ll be 21 december 2nd” tyler answered, curious as to why josh was asking. josh did the math in his head, realizing tyler wouldn’t be old enough to drink for another 2 months.
“why do you ask?” tyler asked finally, smiling a little. josh’s sister felt slightly awkward with her big brother hitting on her friend. but tyler didn’t seem to be aware at all. josh smiled at him, playfully winking through the mirror.
“i guess getting you drunk is out, for now at least” josh mumbled. his sister made a disgusted look and turned to face tyler.
“i’m sorry he’s like this. he can be kind of forward” she apologized. tyler just shook his head, his cheeks still flushed.
“it’s fine. how old are you, josh?” tyler asked. josh liked how this guy seemed to be awfully bold for wearing a floral kimono and tights.
“i turned 24 a few months ago.” josh answered.
“oh, i like older men” tyler joked. josh felt a rush of something he hadn’t known existed at tyler’s voice. maybe because it was the first time in a while he’s picked up on someone without being drunk.
“yeah, well i like younger men,” josh said. “would you like to check out my place instead? i got video games and weed.”
“oh my god josh, are you actually bribing him?” his sister asked, appalled at how this was going. she’d never seen this pliant side of tyler.
“wow. i’ve never smoked weed, but do you have mario kart? i love mario kart” tyler said, bouncing in his seat a little. he was warming up to josh quickly.
“yeah, i have mario kart. so you down?” josh asked glancing between tyler’s beautiful reflection and the street.
“umm…..okay, i’m down! i’ll just text my mom and tell her i’ll be at a friend’s” tyler said. josh smiled at his innocence, and his sister just crossed her arms and stared out the window.
josh dropped his sister off at home, and she gave him a warning look. she knew of josh’s fuckboy ways and didn’t like the idea of innocent tyler being swept into it. she knew tyler was sensitive at heart, and probably looked up to josh in a way for being a badass. she really didn’t want him to be some hook-up and get his heart broken.
josh asked tyler if he was hungry, which his reply was that he was starving, but he could only have salad with lean protein. josh gave him a funny look, but ordered the grilled chicken salad for tyler and a quarter pounder with cheese for himself.
“so what’s with that? are you always so strict with what you eat? i mean you’re already pretty thin” josh said, looking over him with concern.
“yeah, there are strict guidelines that i have to maintain a certain weight and train hard. i can’t have my system clogged up with junk. it’s just part of it” tyler answered, shrugging. josh took a huge bite of his burger.
“so how do you train, isn’t it just twirling in tutu’s ‘n shit?” josh asked with his mouth still full. tyler shot him an appalled look and josh laughed.
“i do NOT wear a tutu. males just wear tights, thank you very much”
“you don’t mind your junk showing like that? you know people are checking you out” josh asked, grinning at him. tyler rolled his eyes.
“dude, you really have no idea, do you?” tyler asked.
“what do you mean?”
“i wear a jockstrap, so it’s not like too obvious. also i need to wear tights so i can stretch and move freely.” tyler explained. josh almost crashed the car with the images tyler was putting into his head and he just let out a little “hmm”.
at josh’s place, josh offered tyler to sit on the shabby but comfortable sofa in front of the t.v. “it’s not much, but it’s my own. i’ll turn on the game” josh said. when tyler turned his back to take off his kimono, josh got his first look at tyler’s long, slender legs and ass in those tights and his jaw dropped. he wanted to run his hands over them, but he went back to focusing on the game before tyler seen him staring. tyler took off his sweaty shirt as well, draping it over the arm of the sofa. josh turned around to see tyler’s body on full display for him.
“fuck” josh grunted, taking in tyler’s lean frame and tattoos. from how tyler looked in clothes, he never would’ve pictured him to have tattoos or any kind of tone. tyler flushed, eyes glossy as josh shamelessly eye-fucked him. josh’s gaze rested on the sizable bulge between his thighs.
“goddamn” josh reiterated, “well let me see you in that jock strap.” josh said in a deeper voice. tyler stood up, giving a slow striptease as he pulled his tights off. josh’s breath hitched at the sight of the happy trail and bush peaking out at the top of the waistband being pulled down slightly by tyler’s interested dick. josh sat back on his knees, palming himself.
“turn around, let me see that ass” josh said, and tyler laughed softly. he did as he was told, turning his back to josh and letting him see how the strap framed his firm, round ass. josh let out a low growl, palming himself harder.
“we’ll play the game, but you’re wearing nothing but this” josh said.
“what about you?” tyler asked, turning back to face him and sitting back down. josh pulled his t-shirt up over his head and took off his ripped jeans, tossing them aside.
“that’s better. so much better, wow” tyler said, grinning and settling back as josh sat next to him in his briefs. he handed tyler a remote and they started a game.
after losing to tyler for a 4th round, josh asked tyler if he’d like something to drink.
“just water, thanks” tyler answered. he watched josh get up and walk to his kitchen, checking out his muscular back. josh came back with a bottle of water and also handed tyler a joint.
“what’s this for?” tyler asked, holding it between his thumb and forefinger.
“are you kidding? put this in your lips and suck, then inhale the smoke” josh said.
“well i never smoked before”
“you’ll like it, i promise” josh said, lighting his own joint and taking a puff in front of tyler. josh held the lighter up to tyler’s and lit the end of the joint. tyler inhaled, taking as much as he could. but it burned, so he started coughing. josh put his hand on his back, rubbing up and down.
“you okay? here, take a drink.” josh said, and opened tyler’s water for him, holding it to his lips. tyler drank the water, eyes still closed and put his hand on josh’s to signal he was done. finally tyler opened his eyes to look at josh, and josh started giggling.
“what?” tyler asked, sounding confused. he stared at josh’s face, really taking in his features for the first time. it hit him that he was sitting almost naked next to a very attractive man who was also almost naked. and he wanted to kiss him.
“you are so fucking high. your eyes are bloodshot” josh said. game forgotten, tyler made his move, crashing his lips to josh’s. he slipped his tongue into josh’s mouth, desperately sucking and moaning at his taste. josh rubbed tyler’s thighs as he moved to straddle his lap. he continued kissing along josh’s jawline and down his neck.
“damn baby, this seems to bring out the freak in you” josh laughed, running his fingers through tyler’s hair as he placed kisses along his collarbone and shoulder.
“i want you to fuck me, josh. i want you to choke me” tyler whispered, grazing his fingers down josh’s pec. josh grabbed tyler’s ass and hoisted him up, laying him back against the couch.
“you want me to do this, huh” josh said, bringing his large hand around tyler’s neck. tyler stared into his eyes, feeling completely helpless in the best way. josh settled between tyler’s thighs, kissing him while tightening his hand.
“is it too tight?” josh asked, to which tyler immediately shook his head ‘no’. josh continued kissing tyler’s swollen lips, relishing in the small whimpers and moans pouring out of them. tyler was beginning to feel lightheaded and started grinding up against josh for friction. josh groaned against tyler’s mouth, biting his bottom lip. he could feel how hard tyler was, how turned on he was by what josh was doing.
“you like that? fuck, baby boy” josh said, making tyler whine. he continued grinding their crotches together and brought his fingers to tyler’s lips.
“suck” josh whispered. tyler licked and sucked josh’s fingers, moaning and making a show of it. if josh’s heavy breathing was any sign, his intentions were working.
“how do you want to be fucked?” josh asked, staring intently into tyler’s eyes.
“daddy” tyler whispered, gazing back lovingly and placing his hands on josh’s arms. josh’s eyebrows shot up at this name.
“oh that’s it. let’s see how flexible my little freak is” josh said, pushing his own briefs down and shoving tyler’s knees up to his head. tyler hooked his arms around the backs of his knees, holding them there. josh muttered something before spitting on his fingers and spreading it over his cock.
“mmmmm, yes daddy” tyler moaned as the head of josh’s cock nudged against his hole, beginning to sink in. josh’s mouth fell open as he inched his way to the hilt, hips pressing against tyler’s ass.
“so tight, unbelievable” josh huffed as he entered tyler over and over. he went slowly from tip to base so they could feel every inch of each other. josh lifted tyler’s ass up, bending him more. to josh’s surprise, tyler put his feet behind his head. josh continued fucking him like that, going a little harder.
“right there, oh god daddy yesss” tyler whined. josh’s eyes widened and he sped up, hitting that same spot inside him again and again. he grabbed the hem of tyler’s jockstrap, pulling it down to reveal his rock hard dick and grasping it. he dipped his finger through tyler’s pre-cum, spreading it down his shaft and playing with him while pounding his ass harder.
“alright baby, i wanna see that ass” josh said, remaining deep inside tyler and kissing his lips. tyler kissed back, letting his legs back down and running his fingers through josh’s hair.
“okay daddy” tyler answered, flipping over on his stomach once josh pulled out. josh snapped tyler’s jockstrap, causing tyler to whimper and buck his ass up. he grabbed tyler’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart and licking over tyler’s hole.
“such a good boy for me” josh muttered, pulling tyler’s hips up for more access. tyler begged josh for more, rocking back, but josh held him still and bit his ass cheek.
“who’s in charge here?” josh asked, hearing tyler let out a sigh and halting his efforts.
“you are daddy” tyler answered submissively.
“that’s right” josh said, going back to eating tyler out while stroking his own cock. he reached around to squeeze tyler’s dick through the jockstrap and didn’t stop eating him until he felt tyler trembling. he also knew tyler was close because he was moaning louder.
“shhhh baby do you want everyone to know you’re being fucked like a little slut?” josh asked, placing kisses up tyler’s back and rubbing his hips.
“yes, daddy i’m you’re slut and i want everyone to know it” tyler answered. josh appreciated his honesty, laughing slightly at his attitude.
“well come here, i want you to ride me. i wanna see what you can do with that hot little body” josh said, turning tyler back to face him and laying back. tyler seen this as his opportunity to take control and worship josh the way he wanted to so badly. he rested his knee between josh’s legs, leaning over to kiss him before licking and sucking josh’s nipple.
“show me what those pretty lips can do to me baby, come on” josh urged him.
“oh i will” tyler answered, traveling his way down and planting little kisses to josh’s heaving stomach. he got to josh’s briefs, sucking his cock out through the hole with his mouth. josh moaned in surprise, grabbing and tugging on tyler’s hair which caused him to suck more aggressively. he massaged josh’s balls through his briefs and gripped the base of his cock, pulling his mouth off josh’s with an exaggerated pop. he let the excess spit building up in his mouth spill over josh’s dick, spreading it up and down while relishing in josh’s satisfied grunts.
“somebody knows what they’re doing. somebody’s had some practice” josh said, gazing at tyler’s face as he tongued at the tip of his dick.
“am i a naughty boy, daddy?” tyler asked, positioning himself where one knee was on the couch beside josh’s legs, and the other leg was hooked over the back of the couch. josh thought the way tyler’s legs were spread looked painful, but tyler didn’t seem to mind at all. he reached behind to grab josh’s cock and ease down on it.
“ooh you are a naughty boy. i might have to spank you” josh said, biting his bottom lip and grunting when tyler began moving his hips up and down. tyler’s head fell back, supporting himself on josh’s knees while riding his cock. josh started caressing tyler’s stomach, thighs, and dick that was falling out of his jockstrap. josh thrust up to meet him, shocking a loud moan out of him.
“so sexy, baby boy” josh praised, holding tyler’s ass and thrusting up. when tyler leaned forward, josh took the hint and wrapped his arms around tyler’s waist, fucking up into him. tyler moaned and sucked hickies into josh’s neck, feeling his orgasm about to peak. both were panting, sweating, and rocking back and forth with each other.
“go for it, baby boy” josh encouraged, tapping tyler’s ass and continuously fucking him.
“josh, daddy, oh my god, so good” tyler babbled incoherently. he lasted maybe 5 more thrusts before he was spilling everywhere, making a mess. josh felt tyler still and something warm and wet dripping onto his skin.
“did my naughty little boy cum for me? jesus you are so fucking hot” josh praised, continuing to ram into him. he turned tyler’s face to his and they kissed as josh reached his peak, cumming deep in tyler’s ass. tyler continued grinding on his cock while kissing him, and josh held onto his ass like he owned it.
“you should stay the night” josh suggested. tyler broke from the kiss.
“really?” tyler asked, staring at him with a dopey smile.
“yes, it’s late. we can shower in the morning. um…would you be down for round 2 after more mario kart?”
“um, sure!” tyler said, laughing. they both sat back up, resuming their game at lap 5.
For @snowbaz-feda day 29. Baz takes care of Simon, and Simon accuses Baz of plotting.
I didn’t want to go off and kill them all, I thought I could
fight the beasts and chase them away, but there are too many of them and none
of my spells are coming out right and there are cuts across my body where
they’ve slashed me with their claws and I can’t. I can’t fight them. The sword
drops from my hand, the magic spills over, and I feel the explosion at the same
moment I hit the ground.
Snow barely makes it through the door and to his bed before he
collapses, his upper body slumped across the bed with the rest of him still
hanging off it, knees scraping the floor. I wait for him to heave himself the
rest of the way up, but he doesn’t move. I can smell blood, and his shirt is
torn in a few places.
I ignore the sensation of my fangs filling my mouth and
cautiously step closer.
There’s no answer, not even a groan, and he’s still not moving.
I take in the dishevelled state of his hair and the scars on his back, visible
through the tears in the fabric of his shirt, and I forget all about keeping my
distance and rush to his side. I grab his wrist.
There’s a pulse, but it’s slow and irregular, and he seems to be
struggling to breathe.
Up close the smell of blood is stronger, and I can see that he’s
unconscious. Whatever it was has seriously hurt him. He starts to slump back
towards the ground and I catch him with an arm around his shoulders. I try to
figure out how to move him onto the bed with the least physical contact
possible. In the end, I scoop him up with my other arm under his knees, and I
try not to hold him too close as I lift him up and gently lay him on his back
on the bed.
I take out my wand and spell away the tattered remains of his
shirt, dropping them onto the floor for him to deal with later. There are cuts
and wounds all over his chest, some bleeding quite badly, and his face looks
pale underneath all the blood and grime and he looks like he could be dead.
There’s a strange ache in the pit of my stomach, and I won’t pretend I don’t
know what it is. (It’s the feeling of seeing the one you love close to death,
and realising how close you are to losing him.)
I cast every healing spell I can think of, repeating them over
and over, until the scars finally start to shrink and the colour returns to his
Summary:- You go out for a few drinks after Wrestlemania with Seth, Renee, and Dean. After a drunk guy gets far too flirty in the bar, Seth takes you back to the hotel, and reminds you who you belong to.