There’s a meeting of admirals and senior officers on Yorktown, after. Everyone wants to meet the famous Captain James T Kirk, offer him their own thanks and congratulations. He’s not one for the pomp and circumstance, and Bones laughs at him when he tugs at the collar of his formal wear before he leaves. He usually avoids celebrations in his honor, and he can’t help the tight smile as he’s ushered into one of the grand halls at Yorktown Central.
The room is full of the typical grey and red of admirals and high-ranking officers. Jim floats through the crowd, shakes hand after hand, nods and accepts the pleasantries. It’s entirely too stiff and impersonal for his taste. He knows some of them from his Academy days, introduces himself to new and foreign ones (not that he needs to), feels the old ache when he thinks of how the only authority figure he’s ever cared about is missing.
He finds a spot to tuck himself away in not too far from the bar, where it’s relatively easy to see the room but avoid conversation. There’s a glass of some fancy formal alcohol in his hand, but he’s barely had two sips. It feels off, wrong, even, being here without his crew.
Thr stranger who ends up beside him startles him out of his thoughts.
“Captain James T Kirk,” he says, and the smile on his face is one for an old friend. Jim furrows his brows but takes the offered hand.
“Admiral…?” Jim’s never seen this man before.
“James,” he says. “Going to stay a captain, huh?”
Jim nods, can’t help the small smile when he thinks about his ship, his crew, his next mission.
“Yes, sir,” he says. “Admirals don’t fly.”
The admiral inclined his head, acknowledging the point. “Good for you, good for you. Biggest regret I made was this,” he says, gesturing vaguely to his signifying uniform.
Jim blinks, surprised, and he inspects the man a little closer. They’re just about the same height, and the admiral’s hair is styled nearly the same as Jim’s, only more grey. The more Jim looks, the more familiar the face becomes.
The silence has almost stretched to awkward between them. Jim shakes his head. “I thought I was ready to leave…needed to leave.” He shrugs. “But the black has a way of never letting you go, I suppose.”
The admiral hums in agreement. “There’s nothing like the feeling of your ship beneath your feet.”
“You were a captain?” Jim asks. He’s noticed how he turned his body towards the admiral, and finds himself rather intrigued in the man’s story. There’s a familiar kind of warmth in his speech, his stance, his presence, really, that makes Jim think of family.
“I was a captain, all right,” the admiral says, and it’s a mixture of fondness and regret. He checks his watch suddenly, as if he just remembered a previous engagement.
“Take care of the Enterprise, Jim. Treat her like a lady, and she’ll always bring you home.”
The admiral leaves, then, disappearing through the doors behind the table beside them. Jim looks after him and can’t shake the feeling that he’s a kind of kindred spirit, some sort of man who feels like a match of his soul.
so like last week i got rlly upset over smth in school and it kinda dampened my mood a lotttt, anyways, after that my classmate came and tried seeing if I was okay, which i was, and said “i hate seeing u sad ure literally the happiest person i know” and it just ??? struck me as odd bc I’m so sad like all the time but i didn’t notice how much i hide it until she told me that. hmm
So let’s discuss the Isle of the Lost. Not the book. The place. You know, where all the villains live? Ok, now that we’re on the same page, I’ve noticed something. On the island, there seems to be a very “evil for evil’s sake” mentality (being late to school, stealing coffee/candy, going to a school that specifically teaches you how to be “evil”). As a writer, I hate this. The villain of a story rarely ever actually sees themselves as the villain. People aren’t just “evil” for the hell of it. There’s always a reason. Let’s take the four main characters’ parents as examples.
She cursed Aurora because she was angry at her parents for not inviting her to her christening. Was she overreacting? Sure but that’s what makes her a villain. Nevertheless, she didn’t just do it because she felt like it. She did it because she was offended. I’d be angry too if I was the only one not invited to a party (and I have been that person but I didn’t run around cursing infants; anyway, that’s a story for another time).
He wanted power. A classic villain pursuit. He wanted to be Sultan so he could rule Agrabah and have the power that came along with it to make everyone do what he said. Selfish? Yes. Still a motivation? Yes.
The Evil Queen
She wanted to be the fairest in the land and she was insanely jealous of Snow White for stealing this from her. Yes, this is an incredibly vain pursuit but that was her reason and it is still a motivation.
Cruella De Vil
She was obsessed with fur. She even claims to worship fur. And the character is set up as someone who is clearly used to getting what she wants and is driven by her obsession. In the animated film, it is made clear that Cruella never intended to kill the pooches when they were puppies: she wanted them to grow up so she could get more out of them. She only changed her plans when it looked like the police were on to her. In the live-action film, she wants to use puppies because their fur is finer. And in the animated film, only Pongo and Perdita’s puppies are actually stolen: the rest were bought and paid for. She only stole the 15 because she wanted to spite Anita and Roger for denying her what she wanted.
Are all these reasons super petty? Yes, but that’s a key trait of a classic villain: thinking only of yourself and what you want and how you’re going to get it/get revenge for having it denied. So where am I going with this? Well, I started thinking about it and an idea came to me: what if evil for evil’s sake was the motivation? Think about it. For the villains, they feel like their actions are completely justified. Now, all of a sudden, the supposed “heroes” have decided that they should be imprisoned on an isolated island, stuck with the leftovers of Auradon. They might have decided to just “be evil” to spite the “good” people of Auradon and do everything that is considered “bad” because the supposed “good” guys have, in their eyes, mistreated them so why would they want to conform to be like them?
“So they think we’re evil, huh? Fine! We’ll show them evil! We’ll be nothing but evil!”
Summary: Bucky thought he finally found the one but it turned out to be your sister. And being the big sister you are, you went to talk the bastard who played with your sister’s feelings. Unbeknownst to him, you are his superior in the army and is more than prepared in giving him a hard time.
Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x bamf!reader
Warning: Language that Cap doesn’t approve of. Extremely long. Probably going to have a part 2. 40s!Bucky is not my specialty. Tell me if you want more oneshots or not please. This is a Soulmate Au where everyone has two different eye colors, one of their own and one is their soulmate’s. Once they meet each other, the eyes revert back to their own color. (bucky has brown eyes in this fic) ([Y/N/N] means your nickname)
“You know, Buck. When my Ma and Pa first met, their eyes changed instantly.” Steve shrugged as he murmured his words.
“I know that, Steve. It’s kind of hard to forget when you mention it every single time I’m with Nancy.” Bucky sassed as he leaned back to his seat in the booth. It was the same diner where he and Nancy first met. It became their agreed on place to meet. The first time they saw each other, it was a sight. They both had one brown and one [Y/E/C]; it was a perfect match.
“You’ve been together for more than a week, Buck. And your eyes hasn’t change a single shade.” Steve tried to knock some sense into Bucky’s head. He has been trying to for a while now. He was there when Nancy and Bucky met.
“I’m aware. But my folks, it took 2 days, Steve. Two whole days.” Bucky, unlike his friends, still held on to the slither of hope that Steve was just being impatient.
“It’s been 10 days, Bucky. I don’t think she’s the one,” Steve lowly murmured. Bucky opened his mouth to answer but whatever he was supposed to say faded away. He took a deep breath. He knew, deep down, that Steve had a point. “You think I haven’t been counting?“
“You’re going to be drafted in a few days.“
“Are you really going to let her think you’re soulmates and make her wait for you until you come back to tell her the truth?” That sentence made his chest tighten.
“No.” Bucky knew exactly what he had to do, no matter how hard it was, he had to do it. It was unfair to Nancy and he knew that. All he wanted was to meet his soulmate before he gets shipped to England. That was his only wish and that was enough to blind him on obvious facts. That Nancy [Y/L/N] isn’t his soulmate. He had to set things straight, even if he had to hurt the woman who has done nothing but want to meet her soulmate but met someone like him instead.
“Oh, you should meet him, [Y/N]!“
Nancy twirled around in her dress as she removed the curlers in her hair. There were clear happiness in her eyes and [Y/N] couldn’t help but smile at her sister. Nancy was such a hopeless romantic, the state of the war not affecting her carefree personality one bit. [Y/N] sat on the bed and grinned at her little sister. Nancy sat beside [Y/N] then placed her head on her older sister’s shoulder. “He’s amazing! He’s funny! He so gentlemanly and very suitable for the war! He has a rank too!“
So this has been floating around in my head for a while...
‘Under the C’ - the alto’s lament (tune from the little mermaid)
The life of an alto isn’t
As much fun as it could be
A metaphorical prison
Of single note harmony
Just think of the parts around you
While they’re singing licks and trills
Such cool harmony surrounds you
And your part is still stock still
Under the C
Under the C
Tone is much clearer
When we are nearer
To bottom G
Don’t complain if we fall asleep
Singing that A for 20 beats
Alto’s are dying
Still no one’s writing
Under the C
I was tagged 900 years ago by @selaronosims and thanks so much for thinking of me. Much appreciated (even though it’s taken me so long to do it)
a / age: 82
b / biggest fear: cockroaches
c / current time: 3:38 a.m.
d / drink you had last: vodka w/ orange juice
e / everyday starts with: contemplating if I want to continue doing this thing called life
f / favorite song: HUMBLE. by Kendrick Lamar has pretty much been on repeat (even though there are deeper songs on the album I heard the single on the hip-hop heads playlist a while ago and lost my ever loving mind and can’t get over how much i love it)
g / ghosts are real?: Well I don’t believe in like visible ghosts like any manifestation you see in The Sims series or silly movies but I kind of believe some pseudo hippie nonsense in that spirits are eternal and life cycles and so until that spirit finds a new host it could be out there doing weird passive aggressive shit like stacking chairs in your house… ok never-mind me I should never actually state my beliefs out loud.
h / hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada
i / in love with: Hulu/Netflix
j / jealous of: Maxis-Match people that can pop up out of nowhere and get the red carpet treatment while i’m over here not even getting a reply to a question like wut… ok sorry I’m not in the clique (yeah that honesty is to real of a response for me but i’m fucking leaving it)
k / killed someone: who hasn’t?
l / last time you cried: what means cried?
m / movie genre: Probably Noir… maybe Psychological Thrillers? Could be Courtroom Dramas? Maybe Independent Sci-fi Romances? You know what I blame Netflix’s obscure genre suggestions for me not being able to say something specific
n / number of siblings: just have the one hombre
o / one wish: incredibly selfishly i want endless greenbacks to influence politics and change for causes i think are important and to stay in five star hotels while i travel around the world
p / person you last called/texted: it’s so fucking sad how this question is always my mom
q / questions you’re always asked: Why are you always so sad?
r / reasons to smile: mighty good query bro
s / song last sang: Control by Halsey
t /Tattoos: none man, too indecisive for something forever like a tat
u / underwear color: black as the tiny black hole that follows me around and sucks random ass things into it so i feel insane later when i can’t find them
v / vacation destination: boy-oh i’ve been almost everywhere i wanna go except Africa (i’ve got about 100+ specific places I want to visit in Africa so the blanket continental statement is totes approps)
w / worst habit: have you guys seen Gravity Falls? Like ok so I wasn’t watching things on Disney because their cartoons for some time were so not my bag but then I was bored AF and I saw an episode of Gravity Falls um I think it’s like mid season 2 and I was like this is the best fucking thing ever and thank the universe (i.e. my mom) that I have Hulu and could watch the whole series ho-lee-shit it is so good with these references and charterer development and story progression and callbacks and those Rick and Morty crossovers had me nerding the fuck out and I’m soooo Soos like i’ll keep fucking up and messing things up unintentionally but sometimes there’s this stupidly brilliant person underneath and i’m a loyal friend and i’ll love you forever and what was this fucking question originally about?
x / x-rays you have had: i had a CT so that covers all the parts but i’ve had x-rays on other parts individually so i’m probably 90% radiation at this point
y / your favorite food: Always going to be moms baked mac’n’cheese
K but like I love the idea of Akaashi being someone who loves/needs to feel their partners skin as much as possible. Not in a sexual way, but more in a sort of “I need this reassurance and I need to know you’re real and here” sort of way, so he’s always holding onto Bokuto in some fashion.
Like in public he’ll hold onto his hand or wrist, or he’ll cling to his arm when they’re wearing short sleeves.
When they’re at home, he’ll do the same but also hug him from behind and rest his hands on the hem of Bokutos shirt where it most likely rides up often, or he’ll try to c a s u a l l y rest his hand under Bokutos shirt while they cuddle.
Bo doesn’t pay any mind to it at first, but then one day he casually asks about it and when he finds out, he’s so chill like??? So Akaashi just pays it no mind.
But then every time they cuddle or sleep or whatever, Bokuto decides that shirts aren’t necessary “because it helps you feel better, Keiji!!”, and Akaashi is stuck somewhere between crazy-in-love and frustrated-with-this-boy.
This has been sitting in my head for days and I need a fan fiction with it someone help me.
Summary : instead of having one tattoo of your soulmate’s mutation, you have two. Two completely different tattoos.
Word Count : 1k+
Warnings : uhh fluff? slight angst? lol idk bro
Prompt : everyone has a tattoo of their soulmate’s mutation (if they have one) and you have two completely different tattoos, because you have two soulmates.
Pairing : Alex Summers x reader x Warren Worthington iii
A/N : so this soulmate au has been swimming around in my head for a while so I thought I would finally write it! I’m total trash for Warren and Alex so that’s why it’s these two love bugs. this also starting off in the third person. (e/c = eye color)
Wings and Plasma beams. Those were your tattoos. Yes tattoos, as in two and not one. Usually people only had one tattoo that represented your soulmate’s mutation, but that’s if they were a mutant.
Y/N sat under a tree branch, well more like she was swinging from the low hanging branch. She could control plants, create whatever type of plant she wanted. Most people longed for such a beautiful, graceful mutation, but what they didn’t know is that she could also create Earthquake, Tsunamis, and any other type of horrible event.
As she sat on her swing made of vines she read her favorite book, humming softly as her eyes scanned the paper pages, keeping her mind calm and free of any and all horrible thoughts. Her brain was thinking other things though, things that were making her heart race a mile a minute. For some odd reason her brain thought that today was the day she would finally meet her soulmates, the two people that were going to love her till death do them part. It was rare for someone to have two soulmates, but Y/N just thought of it as another opportunity to make more people in the world happy.
Alex Summers and Warren Worthington on the other hand were stressing about meeting their soulmate. Of course the two blonde boys didn’t realize that they had to share the same girl.
Warren was walking around with Ororo, Jean, Kurt, Peter, Scott, Jubilee, and Alex. Of course Alex just had to be walking with them. When the group had just about gotten to where Y/N was, the two blondes stopped walking, their eyes locked on her. The group noticed their absence and turned their heads, looking for what had caught their attention. Jean smirked slightly, realizing that the two boys were staring at Y/N.
“Who is that? I’ve never seen her before.” Warren says. He looked awestruck, completely taken back the beauty of the girl; his soulmate.
“That’s Y/N, of course you’d never seen her before because you never attend any of your classes.” Jean chuckles. “She’s always out her, all the time no matter what. Her mutation basically plants her right to the Earth itself it’s probably why we all call her Mother Nature.” Alex and Warren tilt their heads at Jean, tearing their eyes away from the girl for a second.
“What do you mean?” Alex questions.
“She can basically control the Earth, and she’s pretty damn good at it. If she went up against Ororo or anyone else, she’d no doubt win.” Jubilee chuckles, earning a glare from Ororo. Alex’s and Warren’s eyes went wide. Simultaneously they rolled up or pulled off their jackets, revealing an Earth tattoo on their wrist or forearm.
“You both have the same soulmate?” Kurt says slowly, tilting his head in confusion.
Ororo shrugs. “Once when Y/N and I were talking, she did say that she had two soulmate tattoos, but she wouldn’t show me them, and she’s always covering herself up so that no one sees them.” She sighs before continuing. “I guess it could be a possibility that you three are soulmates.” Warren gagged and Alex rolled his eyes at the winged boys child like nature. When they turned their attention back to Y/N she was packing up her things, her back turned to the group.
Warren and Alex looked at one another before sprinting down to her, determined to beat one a another to Y/N. Warren no doubt beat Alex, using his wings as an advantage. Alex huffed, walking over to them. Y/N’s back was still faced towards them, so she didn’t sense their presence. The two boys looked at one another before nodding at each other, both reaching out and tapping their first finger against each of Y/N’ s shoulders. She turned around, her eyes looked up at the two boys, her e/c eyes going wide.
Alex was first to speak. “Y/N? This may sound a bit crazy, but I’m- we’re your soulmates.” He said, gesturing in between him and Warren. Y/N’s perfectly plush, pink lips spread out into a smile across her face.
“I have been waiting so long to meet you two, wow, I never thought I’d actually meet my soulmates.” She beamed, her perfect smile making both boys go weak at the knees. She turned to Warren, giggling softly. “I figured that you were one of my soulmate’s, you are the only one that has angel wings after all.” Warren blushes, making Y/N giggle again. She looked back at Alex, the same smile still on her face. “I had a suspicion you were too, but I wasn’t sure, any one could have plasma energy as their mutation.” Alex chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“How about we all hang out tonight? Get to know more about each other, since you know, soulmates and every things.” Warren said, his hands making weird gestures into the air. Y/N smiled, nodding as she tucked back a strand of her hair.
“I’d love that.” She slung her book bag over her shoulders before saying. “I’ll see you two later.” She kissed each of the boys on the cheek before walking into the mansion, smiles plastered on all three of their faces.
Y/N sat on the sofa in the lounging room, doing her homework and listening to the fire place crackle. She was happy, the happiest she’s been in a long time. She finally met her two soulmates, both very handsome, and both seemed to get a long, or so she hoped. She sighed, shutting her history book and setting it to the side.
“You okay there, doll?” She turns her head slightly to see Alex and Warren standing only a few feet away from her. She nods, smiling softly at them.
“Yeah, just tired of all this homework. I know Professor Logan means well, but I could care less about some of these events.” She chuckled, moving her stuff onto the coffee table and patting the seats next to her. Alex didn’t hesitate to sit on Y/N’s left side, smiling as he made himself comfortable beside her. While on the other hand Warren stood awkwardly, rocking himself back and fourth on his heels. Y/N tilted her head.
“Come sit, Warren, there’s enough room for you.” She said, her voice soft and delicate. God were these two boys already in over their heads with this girl. Warren shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“It’s just my wings, I don’t want you two to feel cramped with them. They’re always getting in the way.” He huffed, obviously upset that he couldn’t sit with his soulmates. Y/N frowned and stood up, moving the coffee table out of the way and growing what seemed to be nest in the middle of the floor. She looked at the two boys and gestured for them to sit down. They smiled and gladly sat on either side of her, forming a triangle almost.
“So, what do you want to learn about me? Or are their any things I should know about you two?” Y/N asked, leaning back on her palms. The two shrugged, making Y/N roll her eyes playfully. “Oh come on, you two. Their has to be something.” She looked at the blonde boys, waiting for one of them to speak up. And to her delight, one of them did; Alex did to be exact.
“I uh, have PTSD, from going to Cuba with the x-men, and going through the Vietnam War.” He said. “So I don’t exactly sleep well anymore.” Y/N nodded, then looked over at Warren. He scoffed but when he looked back at Y/N to see her glaring at him he coughed and started to talk.
“Uh, I just have nightmares about the fight with Apocalypse and the X-men, and umm… I have a drinking issue.” He mumbled, almost as if he were ashamed. Y/N smiled softly at him, grabbing hold of his hand and giving it a soft squeeze to reassure him.
“Well I will be more than happy to help you two boys with your problems.” She said, making the two boys smile at her.
“Well what about you? What’s something we should know about you, love?” Warren said. Y/N’s heart practically melted at the nicknames these two boys were giving her.
“Uh, I’m not sure actually, I’m a pretty open book.” She shrugged, pulling her hair to one side of her neck. “Oh! When I get really angry or sad, or annoyed I can cause Earth quakes or any other type of extreme disaster.” She noted, The two boys looked at each other and then back to Y/N. “Don’t worry, usually I’m very calm and happy so those things hardly ever happen anymore.”
Alex tilted his head. “Anymore?” He questioned. Y/N sighed, pulling her hands into her lap.
“When I was little my family and were in a car accident. My brother and parents died on impact, but because of my mutation the Earth seemed to protect me.” Her eyes wouldn’t look up to meet the blue eyes of her soulmates. “When the doctors and nurses told me that they were dead I became so depressed and angry, I almost brought down the entire block.” By now tears brimmed her eyes. Laughing softly, she looked up, wiping her eyes with he sleeve. “Erik and Professor Xavier took me in after they figured out that it was a kid who caused so much destruction. After that they taught me how to keep my emotions at bay, keep myself calm and free of any harmful thoughts so that something like that never happens again.” By the end of Y/N’s story Warren and Alex had sandwiched her between them, making her giggle and sniffle at the same time.
“You’ll never have to worry about something like eve again, baby girl. We’ll always make you happy, we promise.” Warren said softly, kissing the top of her head and smiling softly at Alex. Alex returned the smile, also kissing the side of her head.
The night was spent talking, mostly about their favorite things and some things they did as a kid. The three of them were happy, and they knew they would be for a long time because they had each other.
I’m honestly so tired of neurotypicals… like I don’t even remember how the subject came up but my coworker was telling me how life will always get better and that someone will always help and that and she went on about how she was homeless but got in her feet and she had kids to support after her husband cheated and started doing drugs and stole her money. I’m standing there trying not to scream because like while it’s good your life turned around and ur not homeless but who are you to tell me life is peaches and cream for everyone else? I told her my life has been hard my entire life and she asked me how so and I just glossed over details and said something like my home life is bad and I gave c ptsd and other mental illnesses and she’s still trying to tell me to keep my head up. And it’s like ? I know your heart is in the right place but fuck off with this positivity bullshit. Like I’m not saying be depressed and suicidal all your life but this whole choose to be happy thing is bullshit.
actually i have been in dilemma in which gender the f.foxy (as its pronouns interchanged between ‘she’ or ‘he’ in the game xP) but my friends said it is up to me so i’m gonna stick with male f.foxy as a spin-off version of my beloved Foxy xD
the only difference is the colour palette, the way he wore his ponytail (which is on his lower part of his head while Foxy has his high up on his head) and his tattoos! :D
of my friend’s house I instinctively reach for my earphones to listen to some
music but as I look up at the dark sky I heave a sigh and place them back in my
bag remembering an article that I read about how rapists could use your
earphones to strangle you or make a complete idiot out of you when you can’t
hear them approaching because you’re listening to music too loud. Better safe
than sorry. I pull my hood over my head as the soft drizzle of rain turns into
a heavy shower. I walk down the street quickly trying to get out of the small
roads and onto the main road with a bunch of people where someone surely would
help me if I was attacked. I should have left sooner, that way I wouldn’t have
to worry about walking home alone in the dark. I walk out on to the main road
and I feel much lighter in the safety of the lampposts and the humming of cars.
putting in my headphones in since it seems much safer but a wolf whistle from
behind tells me otherwise. I walk a few more steps before deciding to look back
and surely there are two guys walking side by side laughing and pointing at me
in hushed whispers. My heart rate picks up and I start walking faster only to
receive even more whistles from behind me. Just calm down they will probably
turn here and leave you alone, they wouldn’t attack you with so many people around.
I continue walking hoping that they will turn here, they’re really close now
and I can’t feel the stench of alcohol radiating off of them. I look to my side
at the elongated shadows stretched across the wet cement, there’s three of
them, me and my stalkers. Okay turn
please just turn. They don’t and my stomach drops into a cold pit of iced
water. I pick up my pace once more, almost running and without even thinking I
quickly run across the road to the other side receiving an angry horn from a
I sneak a
glance at the opposite road and see the two guys waiting by the side of the
road staring at me. Oh come on. I
decide to start running. My hood falls off of my head and I feel myself
starting to sweat despite the freezing winter air. I turn on the corner and
slow down to a walk, my breathing slows down as I power walk around another
corner. No one appears for a few minutes so I relax just a bit thinking that
they probably lost me. After turning another corner I hear footsteps shuffling
behind me and my eyes start to sting with tears as anxiety and fear wash
through every corner of my body. I squeeze my eyes shut to remove the tears and
pick up my pace once again trying to remember the self-defense videos I watched
on YouTube once. On the ground beside me I see one dark shadow other than mine
slowly catching up to me. Oh God it’s one
of them. I panic and try to move my legs faster as they stiffen with shock.
Across the road I hear a roar of laughter and as I look I can see the two guys
that have followed me emerge from the corner in front of me, my heart clenches
and my body freezes as suddenly a hand clamps on my shoulder and twists me to
face whomever was walking behind me.
cry as I absorb his features. Hard C/E/C eyes with dark C/H/C curls hanging
loosely on his head damp from the rain and a rosy tint glazed across his tanned
cheeks. Hi hand still on my shoulder reaches for my face holding my head gently
as his other hand reaches across my waist and around my back as he softly pulls
me towards him. Regaining my sense I wrap my arms around him. My knees go weak
with relief and I fall into him while he squeezes me tighter. ‘’C/N’’ I breath
out unable to keep my voice steady. ‘’It’s okay, I’m here, you’re okay’’. I
hold him tighter as I hear the approach of two pair of footsteps, they walk
right past us and I dare glance at one of them. He looks at me with anger and
grunts making me flinch, the other one notices and laughs quietly. At this
point I can feel C/N’s head turn towards them, I don’t look at his face but by
the look on the faces of those creeps and the way their features shrink as they
almost trip over each other as they back away I can tell that whatever the look
is on C/N’s face I don’t wanna see it. One of them looks down at the ground
like a child that has just been told off and the other one disappears behind a
corner with the second one following him. I close my eyes and lean my head against
C/N’s chest. Warm, soft and secure, all I need at the moment. I stay there for
a while but the unsteady trembling of C/N’s body forced me away from him. I
look up at his sharp features that never seem to relax except when he’s totally
lost in whatever he is doing and frown as I notice his nostrils flaring as his
lips form into a scowl. ‘’Are you okay?’’ I ask quietly, my voice coming out in
a whisper. He looks down at me and his eyes scrunch up in confusion and as if
he’s seeing me for the first time his features turn into silk as he gazes into
my eyes. He releases a long breath which comes out as smoke hitting my face
with a sweet smell. He looks at me and does one of his half smiles that I have
always loved seeing as he would often pucker his lips as he did so and now was
one of those times. ‘’I’m sorry, it’s just disgusting. I don’t understand what
goes on in their minds, there is nothing more that I hate than seeing some
uneducated lowlifes following a helpless girl and getting off of her fear, just
makes me want to see them suffer in ways that are unimaginable’’. He spits out
as he stares back at the corner. I touch his arm and he snaps his attention right
back me. ‘’They’re gone now, thank you’’ I say as I shyly pull my hand away.
know what to say or how to act. We just stand there in the middle of an empty road
staring at each other. We’re not friends, we never were. We’re more like acquaintances,
with tons of mutual friends. There have been short interactions at school like
that time when we were on a school trip and had to speak just for the sake of
completing an assignment or those times in maths when he’d attempt to have a
conversation with me but due to the fact that I am a huge ball of anxiety
labelled as anti-social and careful might break down I never spoke more than
five words to him. But I was always conscious of him, his presence and his
every move. Even before I was crushing on him whenever I was around him I was always
surrounded by this tension and suffocating atmosphere that needed to be relieved.
I was very intimidated by him and now I am madly in love with him and he has no
idea. Or maybe he does. He moves closer to me and tugs on my elbow as he
motions in front of us. ‘’C’mon I’ll take you home’’ I smile and nod in
you, for that. I don’t know what could of happened if you didn’t show up so
thank you’’ He looked at me sideways and his lips twitched into a small smile. ‘’I
saw you walking across the road earlier on. You were almost running, I was
going to approach you but it seemed like you were in a hurry. It wasn’t until you
ran across the road that I realized something was wrong. Then I noticed the two
guys behind you.’’ His tone fell onto a dangerous note, the threatening type
that you would hear in movies right before they shoot you. ‘’I started walking
faster trying to catch up with you and then as you turned a corner I saw them
run past and turn around another corner, I knew they wanted to attack you from
the front. I ran trying to find you and when I did I didn’t mean to scare you I
just didn’t know exactly what to do, so I thought if they thought you were with
me they’d back of and lucky for them they did, because hell knows what I would
of done to them if they didn’t.’’ He does one of those laughs where he scoffs
at the same time as he stares at the car driving past us.
I look at
his face absorbing every detail, my heart swelling with love and the need to be
held by him. The fact that he did this for me, helped me, saved me and
protected me made me only fall harder for him. I could have been raped or
killed, if it wasn’t for him, and now looking at him I realize I owned him my
life and my heart falls as I realize that he already had it. He was simply protecting what was already his.
‘’Thank you’’ I whisper again. He laughs at me. ‘’So you keep saying, there’s
nothing to thank for Y/N, it’s what people do, they help each other’’. He
smiles and I stop to look at him. ‘’There were tons of people on those streets
and none of them thought that there was something wrong and none of them helped
me. And even if they saw me running in terror they wouldn’t have even given me
a second glance before walking away. But you did, you bothered and you saved my
life.’’ I smile up at him and then laugh. ‘’Guess you’re like a hero now’’. I
chuckle awkwardly. ‘’For you I will be anything’’. He laughs as he bows down
stretching out his palm in front of me in a polite gesture. ‘’Just be you and
that will be enough’’ I laugh as he stretches back to his position. ‘’Your wish
is my command, now let’s take you home’’. He extends his elbow towards me and I
link my arm through it blushing to the point where it’s no longer blushing just
complete red covering my whole face.
We walk in
silence and enjoying the chilly night air although not as much as the constant
rubbing of his finger against my hand as he’d pull me closer. We hadn’t said a
word but no words were needed, the silence was comfortable and I gloated in the
fact that he knew how I didn’t like talking since it made me awkward and
uncomfortable very soon. I appreciated his understanding and I also appreciated
his presence. The thought of me walking home alone ever again made my heart
drop. As we reach my house I unlink our arms and turn to face him. ‘’How do you
know where I live?’’ I ask teasingly. I try not to laugh as his rosy cheeks
turn a few shades redder. ‘’Ugh Y/F/N mentioned’’ He suggests smiling uneasily.
Of course she would, she’s your best friend and is very aware of your crush and
it she also happens to be a very good friend of C/N’s. I smile up at him and
nod. ‘’Goodnight, thanks for the walk home’’. I say and he looks at me with
concern ‘’Yeah okay, sleep well and if anything text me, I’ll stay online’’. He
adds on. I look at him once more before turning away to unlock the front door.
I hear his footsteps retreating and disappointment and sadness washes through
me like I’ve just been electrocuted. Oh
for the love of God, screw it. I turn around and yell out his name ‘’C/N’’
He quickly spins around to look at me, his eyebrows lifting up in question. I
block any thoughts trying to enter my mind and just move my body towards him.
When I’m within two feet in front of him, I grab his shirt with one hand
pulling him towards me while my other hand places itself on his cheek guiding
his face towards mine. I don’t hesitate and without any thoughts in my head
with only one goal I press my lips against his and kiss him. He freezes in my
grasp but as I move my lips against his slightly he responds with dipping his
head in more while his arms snake around my waist. He kisses me with more force
than I expected and I smile against his lips and after what seemed like hours being
submerged in this euphoric feeling we pulled apart.
at me and laughed ‘’Dammit I wanted to do that first’’. I smiled as I leaned to
the side to kiss his cheek but not before whispering in his ear. ‘’Goodnight
C/N’’. I skipped away and unlocked the door without looking back. As I walked
inside welcoming the warmth I look at his figure standing in the rain. He
smiles showing all his teeth and looks down laughing ‘’I will be seeing you
tomorrow Y/N’’. I nod and close the door.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I breathe out, pulling Selena close to me. She smiles, a content, loving smile. A bright smile. A one of a kind, million dollar smile she reserves only for certain situations. And I smile back, matching her look of care free exhilaration.
“Come dance with me, Bieber,” she wiggles free of my grip, beckoning me forward with a flick of her wrist. She moves fluidly through the room, swaying her hips in an incorporeal pattern. Her hair.. god, it smells like roses. The chocolate brown locks cascade effortlessly over her shoulders, falling across her face like a shadowy curtain. She is.. magnificent.
I move towards her and catch her hand in mine, lightly twirling her before bringing her back against my chest. I can hear her labored breathing, feel the soft rise and fall of her chest against mine. Her neck glistens with a thin sheen of sweat, hot and damp against my tattooed shoulder. I feel her smile into my neck and pull her into another spin, facing her away from me.
We continue to move in harmony, our eyes boring into each other. Hers radiate love and joy, and mine are screaming a lust filled cacophony. She moves in a million miles closer and I can hear her heart beat, loud and thumping in time with my own as her lips graze against mine for a split second. My heart beat races, I hear the blood flowing past my ears and she smiles her million dollar smile as she leans back into the wall.
“Come and get me, Jay.”
Her voice is a whisper, but it resonates throughout the bubble we currently reside in. I close in on her, touching our palms together as she anticipates my next move. “I already have you, baby girl,” I whisper into her ear, feeling her shiver beneath me. Her chest moves rapidly up and down, and I can hear her ragged breathing catch in her throat as hungrily press my lips to hers, giving her no time to reciprocate as I pull away a mere second later.
I grasp onto the back of her thighs, hoisting her up into the air. Her legs are where they belong, wrapped around me like a vine; albeit fully clothed. I spin her once, feeling her arms tighten around my back. Her breathing has calmed slightly, and she stares down at me with her hypnotic, tired eyes.
“I’m not wearing any panties,” she murmurs, catching me off guard as she presses her lips to mine. The kiss is soft, yet rough, full of passion and desire. Her tongue glides along my bottom lip before her teeth softly tug on it and release it. She is never this bold; I can recall only one other occasion where she’s taken control like this.
My throat is still dry after her revelation and I’m too stunned to respond. She pulls back and giggles, almost sounding too innocent. Almost. She is intrepid in her actions as she jumps down from my arms, shedding her shirt like it’s nothing before she kicks her shoes across the room. Her mouth is stretched into a devilish grin, and I can’t take my eyes off of her.
She steps forward, closing the gap between our bodies. Her arms encompass me and she rests one of her palms on the back of my neck. She stands on her toes and her hot breath crashes against my face, but I find it impossible to focus on the impending kiss. Her bare breasts are smashed against my chest, and I can feel the rapid thumping of her heart.
She presses her lips to mine and I try to respond, but it’s fucking impossible with this goddess pressed into me. Her hand lightly brushes against the evidence of my arousal and her kiss grows deeper for a mere second before she pulls away.
“I want to dance,” she utters breathlessly. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are wide, glazed over with lust. I take one of her hands in mine and place the other on her waist, slowly swaying her in small circles. I bury my face in her neck, pressing tiny kisses into the sensitive skin. She tilts her head back and exhales deeply, keeping silent as we move through the bright room.
“I want you,” she whimpers, “so, so, so, bad.”
Her hand squeezes mine and for a brief moment I look around the studio, realizing there is nowhere to lay. “Baby,” I sigh, taking her into my arms as I drop onto the floor. Unexpectedly, she tugs my shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, leaving me exposed. I have no time to react before her own pants come off and she places her knees on either side of me, sitting at the base of my abdomen.
“It’s been so long,” she sighs, catching her lower lip between her teeth. I feel a spot of wetness against my skin and groan, feeling more impatience than ever before. I reach up, pulling her lip out of her bite and she stares down at me, and I swear she’s never looked more beautiful than in this moment. Her hair is messy and sticks to her neck, and her face is stripped of any makeup.
After what feels like hours of agony, she lifts her hips and hovers over my erection. She lowers herself painstakingly slowly, and my eyes flutter shut. My mind shuts down entirely and I can focus on nothing else but the feeling of her, warm and wet as she surrounds me. I see stars, connecting to form constellations, and it feels as if I am floating through the void of space. All the air has been sucked out of my lungs and every ambient noise amplifies tenfold, the whine of the A/C unit plays a symphony with the static of the radio sitting in the corner. It is just us in our own little world.
I open my eyes and twitch my nose when I feel the familiar tickling of Selena’s hair against my face. Her hands are placed on either side of my head and her hips continue to move in a slow rhythm, while her breath comes out in small puffs. Quiet whimpers emanate from the back of her throat; I can tell she is fighting to stay quiet.
“Come on baby,” I tell her, “let it out.” I place my hands on her hips and help guide her movements, and as I do her breath hitches in her throat.
“Oh, Jay,” she pants, shutting her eyes tightly. Her arms shake and before she can collapse, I quickly flip her onto her back and her legs lock around my waist. She pulls me to her lips and they meet for a brief second before she throws her head back and arches her back into me. “Fuck!” She moans out, no longer holding back.
I lied earlier. Her beauty grows exponentially with each passing second, and right now she’s a fucking goddess. I slam my hips into hers, wanting nothing more right now than to see her come undone before me. Her strangled moans ring through my ears like music and her nails rake down my back. In seconds she’s trembling beneath me, muttering incoherent sounds as I groan and find my release.
I still for a moment, reveling in the feeling of her, before I roll over beside her. The sound of Selena’s heartbeat lulls me onto cloud nine. Her lips press to my cheek and my bones hum with content. Her tiny hand finds mine and she intertwines our fingers. I bring her hand to my lips and give each knuckle a kiss before I begin dressing again.
Still in a state of bliss, Selena stands on shaky legs as I hand her her clothes. I help her pull them on and pull her into my arms once more. She lays her head in the crook of my neck and I rest my chin on top of her head, savoring the moment.
I hold onto her spent body, dancing gently around the room with her. “You have no idea how much I love you, Selena Marie.”
I press a kiss into her hair and feel her smile against my skin. We continue our slow steps, moving until time blurs and the seconds drag on for a millennium.