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lilystyles · 3 months

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when not in rome.

a @lilystyles blurb!

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authors note idk this was a random thing i wrote at 2AM because i just missed them, i am still working on style so don't worry that should be out soon. also this is set way before no strings, i love writing about them in their previous moments!

brief description harry surprises y/n at her graduation (also listen to love of my life by h whilst readinggg)

warnings! angsty? fluffy? drunk y/n and harry (2.1k)

younger!lhh!nostrings!h x reader

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SIX YEARS BEFORE

University has a funny way of making you feel like you might never cross the finish line. Y/n like everyone else had multiple days where she would just sob and scream from the stress of it all. Exams were totally a torture device.

When Y/n graduated with her first degree before deciding to write her thesis Harry surprised her.

He’d been touring the world with One Direction for months now and she hadn’t seen him since Paris the year before, when he’d surprised her by flying her to join them in their Paris show and they’d had a wild few drunken nights that she felt blurred the lines of friendship into something more.

But after their few days, when the champagne ran out, and she came back home, she sobered and realised that nothing would ever happen between them. And if you spent a few nights with Harry in a limo drinking champagne and dealing with his wandering hands you too would fall for him. Just a bit. It's only natural.

She missed him, though, loads. He was one of her best friends after all.

Around a month ago they phoned each other, it was late for her and the morning for him, she’d been studying and they talked for hours catching up till the sky turned bright for her and her eyes drooped shut. The time between their phone calls had grown longer and longer now, and she missed him. She’d mentioned that she was graduating soon and that they were both supposed to be graduating if he’d stayed in Uni. She remembers them staying up late at parties discussing their futures and how post-graduation Harry was insistent that they’d still be roommates. She realised now that their dream definitely wasn’t a possibility anymore.

He’d told her that instead of being there graduating like they’d suspected he was going to be, he was in Rome at some fashion show gala thing, and his date was this sexy model named Rosalie who had her sex tape leaked a couple of months ago. She was happy for him, but a part of her couldn’t help but be disappointed. She felt like he was drifting away from her every day, but she couldn’t find in herself to be cross with him. He was swept up by the fame of it all, and how on earth could she be mad that he was literally a rockstar? She knew that he was still Harry and she was still Y/n but they weren’t Harry and Y/n anymore. Not like before.

And honestly, she’d probably leave everything and everyone behind, party all night, and sleep with sexy models too if she had the chance to be famous. But she couldn’t sing for shit. So instead she did what she was doing, and shoved her nose in a book rather than in lines off a bathroom sink, and she was rather content with the peacefulness of it all.

All thoughts of Harry were swept away from her mind when she walked across the stage in the grande hall. She was finally graduating! Thank god! She thought. She had a sash that showed she was an honours student, and she was blooming with pride, when they called her name her list of achievements was longer than the four painful years she’d spent studying in their grande libraries. She was so glad to shake the hand of one of her favourite professors and leave, the next year ahead she planned to travel and work overseas, she was excited about that.

But honestly, she was even more excited to get absolutely shit-faced at the graduation after-ball party. She found herself a few pints down, sitting by the edge of one of the fountains, when she nearly fell in at the absolutely shocking sight in front of her.

There was just no way it could be true. I mean he was in Rome, and she was drunk in London. She’d seen photos on her Twitter of him wrapping his tattooed arms around that Rosalie model girl, so how could he be here in London just like that? It was not real, surely. She must be hallucinating and the second-hand smoke of all the spliffs had finally got to her brain. But suddenly the man turned around and Jesus Christ it was him. It was Harry. His eyes were pinched as he searched the crowd and when he finally saw her they lit up, all green like a forest, and his mouth kicked up into that devilish grin of his.

He saw her dumb-struck expression and laughed softly walking toward his best friend. He was dressed in a suit jacket like everyone else, and since they were all drunk none of them noticed it was the Harry Styles of the One Direction AKA the biggest band in the world. To them, he was just some random twat who just graduated too.

His hair had grown all long and curly, and he just looked so much more like a man than when he’d left. Had he gotten taller? More strong? The arms of his jacket strained and Y/n sighed at the sight of him.

She didn't think she'd changed much, but Harry thought she looked even more beautiful than before, if possible.

When he stood right in front of her, her mouth was still wide in utter shock. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He laughed. “Is that all you hafta’ say? Come on, hug your best friend!”

She sprang up from her seat and the silky long dress, which was a teal blue colour. All smooth and tight on her skin was hiked up slightly. Her gown and cap were long gone, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. He lifted her up off the floor and spun them around.

She smelt like peaches and sweetness, and God, he could've stayed holding her for weeks.

She giggled and felt her face hurt from smiling so big. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you!”

When he placed her down, his hands did not leave the curve of her waist. “Surprise, babe.”

“What the- shit- I thought you were in Rome! How’d you even get here?” She asked

He smiled. “I was, got a flight this afternoon. It was the only one coming home, sorry for missing the graduation part.”

She just smiled up at him. “You’re crazy.”

He shook his head landing a hand on her shoulder. “I knew how important it was to you, and I missed you. Sue me.”

She laughed, eyes welling with slight tears. Maybe he wasn’t drifting too far from her after all. “Oh, god, don’t make me cry, you know how I get after a few pints, H.”

He laughed, arms outstretched for her to cuddle him. “Aw, pet, c’mere.”

She smacked his chest playfully but cuddled him nonetheless. “Let’s go get royally fucked, mate,” She whispered and they pulled apart, hands interlocking as she lead him off to one of the pubs where everyone was buying drinks.

It was called The Ducks Nuts.

A few of her mates were inside. Ones Harry didn’t know, but she’d already spent a good portion of the night with them. So she told them her old friend had surprised her and they’d be here and there.

Harry ordered them some shots and eventually the night was just a blur of hands touching each other, as they got so drunk Y/n felt her world spinning. They’d hopped around multiple different pubs and bars and Y/n was so tired. Her heels itched her feet with pain and she ripped them off, along with her bag. As they walked with little purpose she threw her things at him and began to dance in the middle of the road.

Harry was holding her things as she danced in the street showing her best Elton John impression, and he silently decided that was what made her so perfect. She was just herself. And he loved that about her, he loved everything about her.

He laughed and told her what a realistic impression it was, and how they’d met at some award show to back up that comment. She was infinitely jealous, she loved Elton.

On her way back toward him she landed in his arms after losing her footing he shook his head at her.

“You are very drunk, Lovie. Aren't ya'?" He said, in a soft tone one that made her tummy turn in flips.

She sighed as they walked in a direction with no destination in mind. “You aren’t drunk enough, you need to get on my level.”

He noticed her shiver under his arm and quickly ripped his coat off. It swallowed her form and she smiled gratefully hugging the coat around herself. It felt like a warm embrace, and that smell filled her nose and suddenly she was home in her old flat with him, home in Holmes Chapel, home with him. Just home.

“Smells good.” She giggled as she sniffed the shoulder pad, her cheek brushing against the soft material all dog-like. “N’ soft too.”

“Why thanks, it’s Gucci.” He replied.

She rolled her eyes. “Come on then, money-bags, let’s get you as drunk as me.”

They strolled into a tavern near her flat and drank so much tequila that they had to practically carry each other home.

As Harry looked up at the stars and moon, feeling the cool air nip her skin he sighed. He hadn’t gotten this drunk, and been this happy in such a long time. He was giggling contently, as she leaned into him and he silently wished that the night would never end.

He never wanted his time with her to end either. He loved spending time with her, whether they were on an adventure or doing nothing at all. Y/n made it worthwhile.

When they reached the shitbox of a flat she lived in Harry followed calmly behind her, and when one of her neighbours spat a comment about drunken youths he sighed, “I wish you would’ve taken up my offer,”

She looked up at him as she played with the jammy door that never seemed to open on the first try. Shoving her shoulder into it as she managed to finally wedge it open, stumbling inside ungracefully.

And with a roll of her eyes, she ushered him inside. “There is zero chance I’d let my all-of-sudden bazillionaire rockstar friend buy me a flat, just cause he can afford shoes worth more than my entire life savings. Anyway, how could I ever pay it back? I have two p to my name and a packet of noodles in my possessions, Harry.”

He laughed. “Think of it as a graduation present then,”

She sighed. “Just shut up and sit down, and I’ll get some wine.”

It was almost 4AM now, and neither cared. They were beyond drunk, but Y/n missed him and if force-feeding him wine would get him to spend a whole 24 hours with her, she totally would.

When she sat down with two mugs spilling with a cherry red wine, that was the cheapest shit she’d ever bought, Harry laughed. Her wobbly legs forced her to land awkwardly on one thigh practically on top of his. He smiled, one that showed his kind eyes.

Green pools of emerald she wished to swim in for eternity. She laughed at the thought, she really got poetic when she was drunk, huh?

“God, remind me to get you drunk more often.” He whispered.

She sighed. “Oh shut up, and fill me in on life then. Who are you shagging?”

He looked at her pointedly. “Who are you shagging?”

A blush crept up her neck, and suddenly the only secret she had kept from him was threatening to slip past her drunken red-stained lips.

“None of your business, but there’s this hot guy in my physics who I would totally shag,”

He laughed, but underneath it, he felt a jealousy creep up his spine, he knew he had no right since he’d been balls deep in two Italian models this morning, turns out threesomes are a really good cure for hangovers by the way. But despite that, he felt an itch he couldn’t scratch that resembled something pretty close to jealousy.

“What’s he like?” Harry asked.

She shrugged. “Dunno, tall, glasses, got that whole nerdy silent thing going for him.”

“That’s what you like then, silent types?” He asked, running a hand through his long curls, and she reached out to play with one.

She shook her head, and said distractedly, “I don’t know.”

“Makes sense why you never dated me then.”

During primary school, Harry dated every girl in their class including Daisy and Penny, except Y/n who told him she didn’t fancy him. It was an ongoing topic of discussion between them. Why wasn't he good enough? He always asked.

She laughed at that comment. “I know you too well for that, and I get the unfiltered you, and I lived with you which was basically like being married to you. We bickered too much to ever date, Haz.”

He looked at her with hooded eyes, and for some reason that stung, but trying to be light-hearted he said. “Never say never, what if we needed to repopulate the earth?”

She looked over at him and placed a hand on his and kissed his cheek, all soft and slow, and for a moment he thought she might actually kiss him for real but instead, she said. “There’ll be no hope for humanity then.”

He sighed, fake pouting before a couple of minutes of silence passed and he turned to her and said. “Come with me to Brazil.”

Her eyes widened, “What?"

“I leave tomorrow night, come with me.” He said.

She frowned. “What? Come with you? You can't be serious.”

He nodded. “Please? I miss you! And we can party for a whole week together, or sleep, or do whatever the fuck you want! Just come, pack a bikini and something sparkly, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Y/n and Harry did end up going to Brazil but that’s a story for another time.

She stood up from the couch holding her hand out to him, and he slid his into hers. Cool rings grazing the soft skin of her palm.

“Let’s just go to sleep, you're talking like a crazy person.” She said, softly pushing a lock of his hair away from his eyes.

He sighed at her, “But m’ serious, Love.”

“Alright, ask me again tomorrow. That is if you even remember...now come on, let’s listen to Fleetwood Mac and sleep until tomorrow evening.”

Y/n's room was cosy and welcoming. Harry felt his eyes droop at the sight. A tiny lamp shining over them in an orange glow, her cot-like bed covered in blankets and the scent of her likely covering those sheets.

That night they slept in Y/n’s twin bed, cuddling, with Stevie Nicks serenading them to sleep. Cheeks plump and pink from too much alcohol, hands wandering scandalously, and the love in air was thick and obvious.

Before Y/n fell asleep she pecked his lips, in a quick kiss, one that it barely even touched him and said, “Night, mate,”

His lips burned like wildfire, and from that night on, he did think humanity had a chance if it was up to them. Whether or not she believed that.

“Night, Love.”

i have been a bit slack with updates lately...second year of uni is crazy and im already soooo busy, but i missed them and i wanted to write a lil sum for y'all until my next proper update :) BIG LOVEEEE

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xcrystalzero · 3 years

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all the things i believed

pairing: xiao x reader

summary: you've only seen the boy who lives in the apartment one over from yours a few times, but you knew the look of someone who wanted to seem intimidating when you saw one. so, why was his music taste so adorable?

alternatively, xiao thinks that the apartment walls are a lot thicker than they actually are and accidentally exposes the fact that he's not nearly as angsty as he wants everyone to believe.

note: soft xiao makes me way too happy. also, here is xiao's playlist! i recommend listening while you read :) if you guys like it, i'll make playlists for my fics more often!

"I'll miss you!" Your roommate had her arms wound tightly around your torso and it didn't seem like she planned on letting go any time soon. She was also squeezing just a tad too hard and it was starting to hurt.

Gingerly, you patted her on the shoulder, subtly attempting to pry her off of you with your other hand. "I'll miss you too... But remember, it's only two weeks and then you're back!"

That only served to make her pout even more as she finally pulled away "Two weeks is so long though! How am I going to survive without you and your brownies?"

"Hah, so you're really only worried about not having brownies huh?"

"You know that's not what I meant!" she whined, causing you to giggle slightly. Honestly though, there was no way anyone watching could possibly think that she would only be gone for two weeks. Your roommate had decided that she needed three full suitcases and the world's largest carry-on purse for her little trip, and you were honestly a little worried about it.

"Ahem..." Your bonding moment was promptly interrupted by a soft but very present voice directly behind you. Whirling around, you came face to face with a vaguely familiar figure.

It was the golden eyes that caught your attention first. Even in the strange fluorescent light of the hallway, they almost seemed to have a light of their own, a hypnotizing sort of gleam that you couldn't bring yourself to look away from. Of course, the rest of him was no less than stunning either. Dressed head to toe in black with his angular features and lean build, he was striking.

His eyes widened slightly as you turned towards him though they settled fairly quickly back into what you could only assume was his trademark glare.

"Just... trying to get through." His voice was gruff, but much softer than you had anticipated. Perhaps even gentle?

Oh yeah, that was how you knew him! Your schedules must have been somewhat similar since you were sure you passed him at least a few times a week. You had never talked but you were pretty sure you had seen him going into the unit one over from yours quite a few times.

So this was your neighbor huh? He was cute, if a little intimidating.

"Oh sorry!" your roommate chimed in. "We were just leaving, we'll get out of your way!" She began to scoot her bags to the side and you quickly joined in, wheeling one of the suitcases to the side, though you couldn't seem to keep your eyes off of the guy. Every time you looked away, it was as though your gaze was drawn back towards him by some unnatural force.

It helped that he seemed just as awkward with the whole thing as you did, alternating glancing between the you and your roommate, the floor, and his phone. As soon as there was enough space for him to squeeze by, he did, mumbling a quick thanks as he made his way down the hall, unlocking his door and disappearing into his apartment in what felt like a second.

After a moment of silence, your roommate piped up again. "He's cute!"

"He can probably still hear you!" you whacked her across the shoulder, causing her to pout in your direction again, though the teasing look never left her eyes.

"He's kind of your type too isn't he?" she all-but waggled her eyebrows in your direction to which you rolled your eyes.

"Aren't you already late for your flight"

"Oh shit!"

~~~

The apartment felt so strange when you were alone. Usually around this time of night, your roommate would have come banging on your door to join her for her late night rom-com marathon or to help her chose an outfit or the party she was going to. Tonight however, everything was quiet.

With a sigh, you slumped over onto your bed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone in hopes of finding some sort of entertainment.

That was when you heard it. The soft sound of an instrumental through the wall, slowly building in volume as you assumed whoever lived in that room turned up the volume.

"40 days and 40 nights... I waited for a girl like you to come and save my life..."

Aww cute, love songs! Had you been busy or doing literally anything else, you might have been annoyed, or at least a little worried about exactly how loud they had to be playing their music for you to be able to hear it. As things stood though, it was a welcome distraction.

"You were out of my league, all the things I believed, you were just the right kind yeah you were more than just a dream..."

Oh yeah, you knew this song too! There was a sort of second timbre to the sound and you wondered if the person playing the music was singing along as well.

Wait, who was playing that music. Judging by the sound, it was likely the unit one to your left where their wall joined with yours. The unit one to your left...

Multi-colored hair and golden eyes... The cute guy? Pulling yourself immediately up into a sitting position, you pressed yourself to the wall before immediately realizing how crazy you were acting.

He was just playing music, that wasn't anything weird.

"Romeo take me, somewhere we can be alone..."

Taylor Swift. He was playing Taylor Swift. At that, you started laughing. Wow, appearances really could be deceiving huh? You sighed as you leaned with your back against the wall, letting the vibrations from the music soak into your very being.

You were sure that you'd heard music coming from that unit before but he wasn't usually loud at all. Maybe something was different today? Maybe you'd ask him when you next saw him. And maybe, he'd actually want to talk to you when you did.

Or maybe not.

So for now, you let your head rest against the wall, letting the music and soft singing lull you into relaxation.

~~~

That was it, you despised public transportation. All you wanted was to get out of your apartment for one day and take your work to a nearby cafe. So of course, when you ran outside to catch the bus that came once every hour, the bus driver looked you straight in the eye as he closed the door right in front of you and drove off. And then for good measure, it started raining.

You sighed, burying your face in the backpack on your lap. If the bus app was right, which it rarely was, there was another bus you could take arriving in the next few minutes, so maybe this wouldn't be as awful as you thought.

The sound of footsteps entering the little bus stop booth got your mind off of your moping as you raised your head just enough to peer over at who it was that had just joined you.

Oh. Standing there, hood pulled up over his multi-toned hair and seemingly permanent scowl fixed on his lips, was your hot neighbor. Your hot neighbor with very interesting music taste if last night told you anything.

Since nothing could go right for you, the moment that you looked at him, he looked at you, meaning the two of you got to share a few agonizing seconds of awkward eye contact before he pointedly turned away with a soft "tsk". That being said, you were sure that you weren't imagining the slight tinge of shock you had seen in his gaze for a moment.

"You've got good timing, there's one coming in like 5 minutes." You had no idea how you had managed to get the words out without stuttering or blushing the moment he turned back to look at you.

"That's good..." Yup, that was an expected response, and yet, you really just wanted him to keep talking. So this was the end of your story with the gorgeous emo boy next door. Relegated to exchanging conversation about public transportation and nothing more. It was really the wasted potential here that was killing you. So many cute interactions that would just never happen. Ah if only the bus would come so that you wouldn't have to wallow in your despair any longer.

"I... thought you were leaving yesterday?"

Oh? You whirled around way too quickly to face the man, causing his eyes to widen as he shifted away instinctually.

"Oh, I was just helping my roommate move all of her stuff," you managed to get out, summoning what you hoped was a non-nervous smile to your lips.

"Those were all her bags?" he seemed horrified, enough so that you couldn't hold back your laughter.

"I said the same thing! She's kind of insane sometimes but I love her..." Well, it was no or never. "I'm [name] by the way!" You smiled and extended a hand out towards the boy.

He regarded you for a moment with a look you couldn't put into words. After what felt like an eternity however, he gently took your hand in his own, holding it for barely a moment before pulling back again. "Xiao."

Xiao. There was a strange sense of relief that came with this new knowledge. Know that you knew his name, was it couth to ask him what his favorite Taylor Swift song was? Probably not. But there was a chance that you might literally never be able to talk to him again... Meh, it was as you were thinking before right? Now or never.

"Hi Xiao. I liked your playlist last night by the way." The words came out more effortlessly than you had thought they would, carefree and teasing.

You were a little bit surprised though when you glanced back over at Xiao, only to find him eyes blown wide as a deep red spread quickly across his cheeks. "Y-You!"

"Honestly a pretty good curation! If a little unexpected..." You had no idea what it was about this guy but he really brought the snarky, teasing part of you out. Maybe it was the fact that while he usually looked cold and intimidating, blushing, embarrassed Xiao was strangely adorable.

"I thought you left!" Xiao blurted out. "I mean... There were so many bags... And your roommate said that you guys were leaving..."

You stared blankly at him for a moment before immediately dissolving into peals of laughter. Xiao had the gall to pretend to be offended for a moment before he looked away with a soft huff. "What..."

"You know, I kind of thought you were scary at first," you managed between giggles. "I guess not though!"

"Ugh, you're insufferable." Xiao rolled his eyes though you were sure that you saw the slightest hint of a smile as he did. "Why were you listening through the walls anyway?"

"Xiao, it was literally so loud."

"It wasn't that bad!"

"And I think I heard some singing too! Say, you in a band? Do you guys usually just write love songs?"

"I was not singing!"

There was a strange warmth in your chest as the two of you went back and forth. So things could go right for you after all?

~~~

Sadly, you and Xiao hadn't been going the same way, so when his bus came - before yours you might add - the two of you had parted ways. The sun had been going down when you made your way back home, satisfied with a productive day, though the memory of your conversation with Xiao was still taking up a lot more headspace than you would have liked.

So this is what it was like to simp for a guy? You weren't sure you liked it.

Setting down the takeout you had picked up on the counter, you crashed onto your living room couch with a low groan. Sleep would be nice right about now, but also, you had to eat and shower and clean...

"I wonder what Xiao's doing?" The thought appeared in your head suddenly and you almost smacked yourself right then and there. Why were you always thinking about him? You'd literally spoken to the guy once, and it wasn't anything special! Just some teasing and his little retorts... And his cute blush... And his little smile... And the way he pretended to be annoyed when he was clearly enjoying it... Wow, this was worse than you thought.

"CAN YOU FEEL MY HEART?"

You yelped, jumping up in your seat at the sudden noise, coming once again from the wall separating you and Xiao's units. You paused for a moment but before you could stop yourself, you were back up on your feet, making your way over and banging against the wall.

"You're not fooling anyone Xiao!" you yelled, not sure if he could even hear you. Apparently he could since the music stopped as quickly as it had started. There was a moment of silence as you pressed your ear to the wall, waiting for his next move. What you did not expect was to hear sound in the other direction. A knock on your door.

Confused, you made your way over, unlocking the door and pulling it open to reveal, Xiao? He was still wearing his giant black hoodie, though the glare was missing.

"Did you run out of sugar or something? Or fake angsty songs to play?" you questioned with a grin.

As expected, he let out a soft huff, turning his head away in fake exasperation. "You're a menace."

"So what I'm hearing is that you want me to send in a noise complaint!"

"You idiot... I'm just here to-" For whatever reason, he was blushing again.

"Here to?" you prompted, wondering if you should invite him in or offer him water or something. He was tugging at the collar of his hoodie too...

"J-Just here to say that if you're going to sit there listening through the walls, you might as well just come over..."

Did you hear that right? You stared at him for a moment longer, blinking slowly. This was probably a dream right? You were so tired when you got home that you fell asleep and now you were dreaming.

"I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to..." Or maybe not.

"You know, normal people just invite people over without pretending to be edgy right?"

"Shut it, are you coming or not?"

"Yeah yeah I'm coming. Oh yeah, I got takeout, I'll bring it. It's from that new place down the street, Wangshu Inn. Have you ever had Almond Tofu before?"

"... you're unbelievable."

note: i want a hot neighbor like xiao... i did have a hot neighbor who i did hit on, but then i found out that he had a girlfriend so i stopped... but xiao would be better.

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kinsurou · 3 years

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Hello guys! This is my first contribution to the Haikyuu HQ Server Collabs! It's so exciting to be part of this project alongside so many wonderful creators! We were asked to create a fic/art with the following prompt: "I wonder what he'd do if he knew you were with me right now." (Pronouns may vary).

I want to thank everyone in the HQHQ Server who helped me out with this fic. You guys are such amazing friends and I love every single one of you!

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Word Count: 5.1K

Pairings: Suna Rintarou x Reader

Beta Reader: @kuroos-babygirl

Warnings: Smut (+18), Dubcon (Reader doesn't give verbal consent.) Coercion, Toxic Parental Figures, Use of weed, Alcohol, Unprotected sex, Corruption.

A sharp, unfaltering gaze followed your every move all the way back from the other side of the room. From the small fidgeting whenever anyone looked in your direction, to the way you would sip awkwardly at the red cup clasped between your hands, and the scrunch of distaste adorning your features because of the strong, bitter flavor of the drink.

But what else could you do when you’re surrounded by literal strangers, and the only person that can be considered your only friend was currently too busy straddling a guy’s lap, making out to her heart’s content and grinding against his lap...while they’re both sitting in front of you.

It was so awkward...and yet it was nearly impossible to look away from the two of them. The way her hips rocked against his lap as she pulled on his gray locks, or his veiny hands taking a firm hold of her hips. Watching her going at it with this guy was too much to handle.

Why did you let her drag you into this party to begin with? If your parents find out you snuck out of the house, they’ll kill you.

...Your parents.

That thought is quickly forgotten. Right now you just want to have another drink and drown the worries away. Standing up from the cushion, you quickly begin walking towards the kitchen, leaving behind the security of the couch as well as your occupied friend.

To your relief, the kitchen isn’t as crowded as the rest of the house, where other people were just talking, some of them doing keg stands or playing drinking games. There’s even some of them laying around the floor or leaning against the walls, completely knocked out by the amount of alcohol they consumed.

Finally, you come across a mess of beer bottles and red cups all over the countertop, some of them thrown around carelessly, others are full with the alcohol you were desperately looking for. Rather than going back to your seat, you stay in the empty room, leaning back against the marble and taking a swig of a new cup, once again drinking in silence while swaying slightly to the beat of the music. Too distracted to realize someone else just walked in until their footsteps come relatively closer, stopping less than a few feet away from you.

“Isn’t it past midnight already, Cinderella?”

You jolt in surprise, nearly crushing the cup with a tight grip until you recognize that voice and that cursed nickname. There’s only one person on campus who calls you that face to face. Frowning slightly as you look at the culprit, you come face to face with a pair of nonchalant, dark yellow eyes that are always looking out for other’ weak spots despite their absent facade.

“Stop calling me that, Suna.” You turn away from him, hoping that he’ll get the hint and walk away, but that heavy, piercing gaze never leaves your body. Instead, he just walked closer before stopping in front of you. He starts leaning forwards, that bored look on his face doesn’t change in the slightest while he traps you between the marble countertop and his broad torso. “G-Go away…”

But he just continues staring at you, not another word comes out of his lips before his face approaches yours. Cheeks brushing past each other’s so faintly that the touch almost goes unnoticed. When his warm breath brushes against the uncovered skin of your shoulders, you finally realize just how close he’s standing. But either he doesn’t notice or he just doesn’t care about the proximity, or the effects it has on your body. Such as the clenching between your thighs or the small hitch in your breathing.

It only lasted for a minute, and yet it feels like an eternity when he finally takes a step back, holding one of those familiar cups in hand. Both relief and disappointment radiate off your body when he finally takes a step back, but judging from the way he looks at you with a small glint in his eyes, Suna is perfectly aware of what he’s provoking.

“Disappointed much?” God, you wanted to smack that smirk off his face so badly. This is exactly why you try to avoid him in college as much as possible.

...As well as other reasons.

“You’re so easy to read that it’s not even a challenge.” The eye contact is never broken as he leans back against the sink, taking a sip of his own cup so nonchalantly. It was like he didn’t corner you in the first place. But you know better that Suna Rintarou never does anything by mere coincidence. “What are you doing here in the first place? I thought Cinderella wasn’t allowed to go to the party.”

“Yeah, well…” You don’t look at him as you answer. The less eye contact you could make with him, the better “She still attended, didn’t she?”

He chuckled quietly from his spot. It was such a low noise, barely audible despite standing so close to him. And yet something about it was just so captivating. You’ve never heard his laughter before, so this was definitely something new.

“No wonder everyone’s talking about you right now.” With those words, you fell right into his trap just like a butterfly on a spiderweb. Quickly turning around to find yourself into the same position as before. Trapped between marble and his warmth. This time he stood even closer than before, so close that you could smell an all too familiar scent that saturated every fiber of his clothes.

“It was too good to be true. The principal’s daughter coming to a party? Had to see with my own eyes.” He leans forwards again. The overwhelming proximity makes your heart beat rapidly against your chest with such strength, it’s a miracle Suna hasn’t said anything about it when he presses his own chest against yours. Or maybe he did notice, if the way he looks at your cleavage is any indicator.

“You’re so nervous, it feels like I’m looking at a little rabbit.” His fingers start playing with the hem of your blouse, brushing faintly against your hips. Every inch of your skin trembles by his touch. A part of your head tells you this is a bad idea, that you need to walk away and leave right this instant. But your body says otherwise, staying firm in place.

“N-No.” Your gaze is averted, focused on anything else but the man standing in front of you. “Please, I just want to leave...”

“Do you? Or maybe you’re just afraid.” Something brushes softly against the shell of your ear, it takes you a full minute to realize that feeling belongs to his lips, nibbling teasingly while his hands make their way up your back, fiddling with the clips of your bra. But he just keeps tugging at them playfully, not really set on taking off your clothes….at least not yet.

“Afraid of what your parents would say. Think nobody knows how they treat you?” his hands finally stop, just to delve down until they’re resting over your lower back. “You’re such a good girl who never causes trouble...it’s too good to be true if you ask me.”

He pulled your hips closer towards him, slipping one leg between your trembling legs. A sly smirk grew on his face once he began grinding his knee against your core, sweet friction drew out one of the sweetest, high-pitched gasps from you. A noise so sweet, dirty and addictive that he needed to hear more of them. So when you looked at him in the eye, Suna could barely control himself. “Don’t you want to let loose for once? Do you want to be my dirty little girl?”

“Suna, I…” He didn’t wait for an answer, capturing your silky lips into a fervent kiss, swallowing every single whimper you gave whenever that knee brushed lazily against your core. Everything he did quickly overwhelmed your body, triggering a chain of breath-taking sensations. Like the fluttering at the pit of your stomach, the uncontrollable shivers prickling your skin, and the waves of heat radiating off your face. Frankly, you wanted more of it.

...But just thinking about your parent’s reactions was enough to feel terrified. The constant pressure and beliting over the smallest things. Not getting a perfect score in all the exams? Lazy and irresponsible. Wearing something they deemed inappropriate? Attention seeker. You could still remember the one time you ran into Suna while he was smoking, the smell of his cigarette had tainted your clothes that day, but neither of your parents believed the claims of innocence, calling you such horrible things that the mere reminder could be enough to make anyone suffer a meltdown.

Having one of the harshest teachers as well as the principal themselves as your parents was a nightmare nobody would wish upon their worst enemy.

You mustered enough courage to place both hands on his chest, slightly pushing him away while trying so hard not to try and feel the chiseled muscles hidden underneath the black fabric of his shirt.

“Stop. They’ll kill me if they find out.”

“They don’t have to know.”

“But I don’t want to get in trouble again.”

“You’re already in trouble just being here, Cinderella.”

It was true. And you hated how true that statement was, sooner or later your father would find out and it would be chaos...but that didn’t do much to soothe that painful sensation at the pit of your stomach, slowly feeding off the sheer horror you felt at the idea of their constant beliting.

The trembling of your body didn’t go unnoticed by the guy standing between your legs.

“Hey, you’re already in trouble...So let me help you relax, what do you say, Cinderella?” He kissed your jaw softly, lingering in place as he inhaled the soft scent of perfume. “Don’t you want to feel good for once? I know you’ll enjoy it.”

But he was only met with silence, neither were you looking at him again, instead your eyes stayed focused on the sink overflowing with empty bottles of liquor. Suna just huffed, pulling his hands back before he began stepping back, ready to go back to the living room with a sour mood, but that quickly vanished when he felt the tight clutch at the corner of his shirt.

With an eyebrow raised, he turned back to see you grabbing on his shirt, still avoiding his gaze as much as possible. But he could see it, the way your body said the contrary. You wanted this as much as he did, maybe even more. But the fear clouding your thoughts was making it hard to say anything.

And that gave Suna an idea.

“If you want this so bad, then I can give you a hand. What do you say Cinderella?” His fingers once again brushed against the uncovered skin of your shoulder. And when you made no move to stop his approaches, Suna knew he had won. “Good girl.”

He grabbed you softly by the wrist, determined to take things somewhere more private. Nobody seemed to pay attention anymore as you both walked across the halls. When he crossed the living room, Suna made eye contact with his silver haired friend, who was ever so busy with the girl sitting on his lap as she attacked his neck fervently. Both males just looked at each other and nodded silently before getting back to business. Osamu went back to making out with the girl, and Suna brought you along to one of the empty rooms.

The sound of a door being closed snapped you out of it. apart from the soft glow of the moonlight, the room was completely dark, but it was still possible to see the outline of some furniture placed around the room, the outline of a desk at the corner, some shelves and even a small couch near the window. It had to be some sort of study. Whose house was this in the first place…?

Out of nowhere, a strong smell began coming from your side, slowly making its presence well-known across the room. A strong smell that could come from one thing only.

And that was from the joint held between Suna’s fingers, the tip burned brightly in the darkness of the room, giving his sharp features this captivating, gentle glow akin to that from a fireplace in those fairytales you always used to read when you were but a small little girl, still full of nothing but hope and dreams for a brighter future.

Suna noticed the way your eyes lingered on the speck of light, following the smoky trail as it danced across the small breeze inside the room before dissipating, like it never existed in the first place.

“Here.” He put the joint in front of your face, not even blinking by the shocked expression on your face. Eyes wide open as you looked at it with sheer horror and panic. “This will help you relax, little rabbit.”

“...I thought I was Cinderella?”

“I thought you hated that nickname?”

He sighed in irritation, knowing exactly where this was going. You changed the subjects on purpose, trying to delay this for a bit longer. “Come on, it’s not like it’s gonna bite you.”

Slowly, you grabbed the joint from his hand. Carefully bringing it closer to your mouth and letting its weight rest over your lips for a moment, before inhaling deeply. Something you quickly regretted before coughing rapidly, suffocating on the smoke burning at the back of your throat. The room was filled with coughing and a laughing fit coming from the male sitting on the couch. When in the world did he sit down?

“How...ack!...How do you enjoy this crap?!” You wheezed painfully, glaring at Suna while he held the sides of his stomach, his body was shaking tremendously from his laughter that he nearly slid off the couch. Asshole…

Once he regained his breath, he got up from his seat and approached you again, taking the blunt away before you could throw it away, after all it had been expensive.

“Seriously Cinderella. You’re supposed to go slowly.” He pulled you along one more time. Sitting back on his previous spot as he helped position your legs to his sides so you straddled his lap just nicely enough for him to admire the sight in front of him. “I suppose you could use some help, mmm?”

You looked at him in both embarrassment and confusion. Watching him smoke that cursed thing so easily, no coughing fits, no choking on the smoke, nada. How long had he been doing this? All your attention was on the embers coming to life with his breathing, too focused on that precious light to notice the hand making its way around your back, casually tracing circles on your upper back.

That same hand pulled you again, this time with such care that it was impossible to resist the contact, not even when he pulled the blunt away before reaching out for your face, holding you close by the cheeks as your lips brushed against each others. You focused every bit of attention on that feather like touch, that was shortly followed by a fain gust of smoke. It felt so intimate being like this, being held so closely by someone you’ve known since high school, and being able to catch up after all this time wasn’t such a bad experience after all…

Then something in the air took a sharp turn when he closed the distance between your lips, once again capturing them with his own. But this time that weight on your shoulders was absent. That fear that always haunted your every action, every decision, every single thought, it was all gone.

For once in your life, you were not afraid anymore…

Your arms me their way around his neck, deepening the kiss with an intensity Suna didn’t even know was possible for someone as meek and quiet as you. No wonder people always joke that the quietest ones are the most perverse.

“Haha...That’s the spirit, Cinderella.”

The arms around your body pulled your hips down, grinding the spot between your legs against something hard, it didn’t take a genius to know where this was heading. You just let his arms guide you through it, enjoying the grinding of his growing erection and the low grunts he gave, easily muffled by the deafening music blaring through the other side of the door.

“Enjoying yourself?” If only you could see the mischievous smirk on his face when the only reply he got was a loud whimper. If only you could see the effect those little noises had on the male humping through your clothes, eager to get a taste of your body after all this time pining after you. “Fuck, you’re really into this, huh? You dirty little girl.”

Was it his words? The blunt finally starting to kick in? Both? Whatever it was, it made waves of heat radiate off your skin, covering it with a thin layer of sweat that made your clothes suffocating. Every fiber of these borrowed tight fitting clothes kept sticking oh so painfully over your body.

It felt like a torture having to part away from Suna, but these clothes had to leave. He had to admit watching as your top left your body was a delicious show, one he really wanted to take part in as he reached out to help remove your bottoms, leaving your body displayed to him, covered in nothing but a scandalous set of lingerie.

“Not so innocent, are you?”

As soon as you got within his arm’s reach, he pulled you back into his lap again. This time however, he had you sitting down between his open legs, with your bare back leaning against his chest. Not only did Suna have a way with words that could easily rile anyone up, but he also had a way to do wonders with his hands.

The blunt was left over the window’s edge, forgotten in favor of your lace covered chest. Which he began squeezing softly, pinching the fabric over your nipples every time you released a whimper because of his intoxicating touches.

“Do you ever play with your nipples the same way you play with your pussy?”

“N-No…!”

“You’re an awful liar, Cinderella.” He slid one hand under your bra, pinching an erect nipple between his fingers while his other hand made his way to trace small circles over your panties, enjoying the feeling of damp fabric under his fingers. “You can tell a lot about people by looking them in the eye. You’re so desperate to be fucked silly.”

The lace over your chest is pulled upwards, releasing the soft mounds from their restraints with a soft bounce before a hand quickly latched on to one of them. Squeezing in sync with the fingers making their way inside the black lingerie, one began prodding its way between sloppy folds, gathering enough of your arousal before delving deeper into your cunt.

“Mmmm!….It feels so...weird.” Your back arches with each thrust of his finger against your soft walls “Suna, please!” Rather than slowing down he pushes another finger inside, thrusting and scissoring them at a leisurely pace to prepare you for the real thing.

“Come on, I know you can do better than that.” He swiftly wraps an arm under your chest as soon as your body starts writhing, buckling against the digits buried deep inside. The calloused texture, a result of his constant games of volleyball, provide additional stimulation. “Now, hold still. Look at you, taking my fingers so well.”

If only you could wipe that smirk of his face, but your hands were currently balled up into tight fists, nails digging painfully into the skin of your palms with ferocious strength, threatening to rip through the flesh at any moment.

“Does it feel this good when you’re touching yourself?” You began squirming again, unable to take anymore of his touch, it’s too much, your body couldn’t take it anymore. It jerked furiously as it reached an orgasm, knocking the air out of your lungs with its strength.

If only you could see the look on Suna’s face as he leaned forwards over your shoulder, observing the heave of your chest with heightened desire. The throbbing in his pants turned unbearable when your walls clenched around his hand, soaking it with your sweet release that dripped down on the couch.

God, he wanted to be inside you so badly. He wanted to ruin that sweet little hole, wreck it and fill it with his cum until the only thing that came out of your parted lips was his name.

“Ready for the best part, you little whore?” You were still too dazed to answer him, not even when he laid you face down on the couch, pulling your hips up to hook two fingers over the waistband of those soaked panties, pulling them away and taking them off before shoving them in his pocket. He grunted at the sight of those dripping folds, grabbing the flesh of your bare ass to get a better look at that slick cunt ready to be pleased. “I want to taste your pussy so badly, Cinderella.”

His hand left your skin just as quickly. You felt his weight leave the cushion, hearing the rustle of fabric even with the music from the party still blaring downstairs. One sound caught your attention among all the noise. The sound of a zipper being undone lures you attention like a sweet melody. And when your face follows the source you’re greeted by such an alluring sight of a well toned chest, with ripped muscles from years of training in the volleyball team despite Suna’s lean frame.

You wanted to run your hands acrossthem again, caress and kiss that bare skin. But Suna had other plans as he lowered both pants and boxers, sighing as his erection springs out with a small bounce, with a small bead of precum already dribbling down. He was quick to crawl over your naked body to begin grinding his shaft between your cheeks so you could feel the hard cock eager to be inside your velvet walls. “But as much as I’d love to have you sitting on my face. I can’t wait any longer, but neither can you right?”

He let out that signature chuckle when you buried your face into the arm rest and started mumbling to yourself, he could still make out something along the lines of “asshole”.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Cinderella.” He gathered more of your arousal between his fingers, occasionally rubbing a thumb against your clit to tease, ignoring the desperate pleads as he began pumping his cock, covering it with enough of your slick before pressing it down between your folds, with a quick thrust of his hips, he finally buried himself all the way in.

The fabric underneath your face muffed your cries of discomfort, pressed tightly against your face to the point it was hard to breathe. The stretch was so painful, so hot, but it was so fucking good, your body craved for more and Suna was eager to provide.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You feel so good sucking in my cock like a good little slut.” He gripped your hips harshly, giving short, lazy thrust that made you cry out to him. “Tell me how good it feels to have me inside of you.”

“It feels...ngh! It feels great, Suna!” A hand smacked your ass painfully, leaving behind a burning sensation on the delicate skin. “Mmmm!”

“Wrong name, sweetheart.” He gave another thrust, a rougher one that pushed you forwards, nearly smacking your forehead against the arm rest. “Wanna try again? You better get it right this time.”

“R….Rin-!” A hand pressed firmly on your back while the other one tilted your hips upwards, it helped Suna brush against a different spot, one that brought tears to your eyes with every thrust. An arm reached back to hold on to him, just to be grabbed by the wrist and twisted behind your back, trapped in place while Suna began moving faster “Eh, close enough. Be grateful your pussy feels so good, otherwise I would’ve left already.”

“No!” You cried out, “Please Rin! Don’t stop, it feels so good!” You gave him a pleading look and tried moving your hips, just for a hand to smack the tender flesh of your ass, it was a warming to remain still. You’ve never been this bold before, why were you acting so different? Was it the effects of the blunt? Being railed in the middle of a party, where anyone could barge in at any moment?

“So you know your place, good.” you didn’t know it was possible to feel better than what you’re currently feeling, but Suna proved it was possible when he began pounding you harder, nearly pulling out his whole member until only the tip remained inside before slamming back against your abused hole.

He couldn’t take his eyes off your body, of the soft jiggling of your ass whenever he slammed back against it, the loud slapping of your skin, the way you moaned whenever he brushed against your cervix. It was too good, and he needed to preserve that image.

Your arm was released abruptly, and you quickly pulled it back to hold onto something else as the same warm feeling from before began spreading again, sending goosebumps through your whole body. If that wonderful feeling and the music hadn’t been a distraction, you would have heard the low beep of a smartphone filming everything.

It started out at the spot where you both were connected, capturing the uncontrollable clenching of your cunt around Suna’s cock, the lewd mixture of your moans, grunts, the slapping of sweaty skin and one of the most vulgar songs to ever exist, slowly the camera went over those red marks all over your ass and hips, until it stopped at the back of your head, and the locks of hair bouncing around with each thrust.

“You look beautiful, Cinderella.” Suna cooed. “I wonder what They’d do if They knew you were with me right now.” He hissed in delight when you clenched tighter around him. “What would mommy and daddy think of you?”

Anyone else would have cringed from thinking about their parents in the middle of sex, but Suna’s words stirred something twisted inside you. A wicked being yearning to make your parent’s life miserable and make them pay for everything.

Every single memory came back in a flash. From the memories of elementary school, where they expected nothing but the best but couldn’t bother to attend the school plays to the incident at college.

That was the last straw, and the exact same reason why you sneaked out to this party to begin with, even borrowing an outfit from your friend that was perfect for the occasion. And look where that got you, to one hell of a good experience. Probably the first time you’ve been able to be yourself, not just a trophy child to be bragged about during Christmas dinner.

The same creature wanting to feed off your parent’s wrath kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear, sinister thoughts hidden behind honeyed words, craving to watch the world burn beneath your feet….In the end, not a single effort was ever enough to please your parent’s expectations...so, why bother?

Fuck it...Fuck it all.

“Harder, please fuck me harder Rin! Your cock feels amazing!” Suna blinked once, then twice, scoffing in amusement by the sudden twist in your mood, but who was he to complain? His phone was quickly shoved aside and ignored, not even remembering to stop filming as he leaned over your body.

Those hard muscles you had been craving to touch were pressed firmly against your back, his toned arms resting around your head, and the chance to feel them up was certainly not missed.

With this angle, he reached places inside you that felt like the physical embodiment of paradise. Drool, sweat and tears covered your entire face when he found that one spot that took away your breath, and he began abusing it repeatedly. He too started getting closer to his release, and buried his face into your hair with a growl. His pace wavered bit….but he was so close, and so were you, judging from the desperation as you chanted his name over and over.

“Where do you want me to cum, my little whore? In you- Fuck! in your pussy? Your mouth? Your pretty pucker? I’ll put it wherever you want.”

That was it, you couldn’t take it anymore. Just thinking of it sent you over the edge. Your walls clamped down on his cock with such force that Suna had to stop moving. He would’ve loved to keep going for a little longer, but he couldn’t take it either.

“Rin!” With the last cry of his name, he pushed his whole body against yours, dropping his whole weight down as he finally came, coating your insides with spurt after spurt of warm cum. Nothing seemed to matter as you laid on the soiled piece of furniture, trying to catch your breath in a dark room reeking of sex, sweat and weed.

It felt like an eternity had passed when Suna finally moved away and pulled out, watching in satisfaction as his cum began leaking, running down over your folds, your clit, eventually dripping down on the furniture with every spasm of your body.

The one thing that caught him off guard was when you hid your face away from him and began trembling in place, muffling some sniffles with the aid of the cushion. The fact you began crying caught him off guard for a moment, until your face turned to the side. And rather than crying, you were actually giggling like a mad woman.

You couldn’t stop that giddy smile. Cheeks burning furiously from everything you felt in that moment. For once in your life, you had the chance to experience freedom in the most intoxicating ways, and you wouldn’t change it for anything else.

“Everything okay, Cinderella?”

“Ahahaha...Yeah…” You turned over and laid on your back shortly after the laughter finally ceased, and turned back to him to watch that familiar joint between his fingers.

“Everything’s fine.”

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Whumptober 2021- The Darkness I Know

Chapter 5

I’ve Got Red In My Ledger

betrayal | misunderstanding | broken nose

Fic Summary: After the world as she knew it was destroyed by the corruption of Malice, Zelda allies herself with her saviors from captivity: a disgruntled former governor, an alert paramedic, a cocky pilot, an excessively overt optimist, and a blind strategist. While the corrupted, malice-filled Yiga Clan looks for revenge on them, Zelda has to learn how important it is to find family in others... and how much more dangerous the stakes become if she fails to protect them.

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The Yiga complex was… well… complex.

All of the halls looked the same, and Zelda backed up against her destroyed door and tried to remember which way she’d come in days ago.

But she was drawing a blank.

“Which way did you come in?” Zelda asked.

Link shook his head and fiddled with his staff weapon, his blue eyes trained on the ground by the tip of the staff where there was a sharp point tied onto the end. It wasn’t even a staff. It was a makeshift spear.

Some rescue party he was a part of.

She stared at him for a long moment. Was he even real? He didn’t know where they were, or where to go. He had a sword on his belt, but he was favoring a giant stick.

Goddess. She was going to die on her way out of here.

“Okay,” she muttered, looking around again. She had to remember something.

The cells were in a long hall. She’d gone through several other small hallways. She’d come out into a large room. She’d been thrown in here.

“Were you in a series of hallways to come in here?” Zelda tried again.

“No. We came from a large, open room.”

Helpful. Finally.

“Okay, which direction? That way, I can rule out one of these paths.”

Link sighed and ran his hand along the wall until he reached the door, and then slid his palm around until he touched the handle. Jerking his head to the left, he turned. “We came from that way.”

Skeptically, she looked between him and the door. Did it just tell him that? He didn’t even look at the room. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Okay, come on. Your guy should be this way.”

Zelda took a few steps that echoed through the large room, steps that were alone, and unfollowed. She turned to see Link, unmoving.

He sighed. “Urbosa and Daruk. We need them.”

“Who?” Zelda asked.

“The woman who was with me, and a man we’re with. We can’t leave without them, because once we get Revali, we have to move quickly.”

“Are you saying we should just stand here and wait for them? We could get killed.”

“Can you fight?”

Zelda crosse her arms indignantly. “If I have to.”

Link reached for his sword and held it out by the hilt. “You’ll have to. Take it.”

Zelda made her way back towards him. “I fight with a bow, so I don’t know… besides, isn’t this yours?”

“It’s for emergencies.”

“You trust a stranger with your weapon?”

He smiled, soft and gentle before calmly shaking his head. “Not much other choice though. I’m going to have to.”

“You can keep it, you know? Just use it on me if I’m evil.”

He kept his arm out. “You’re making me trust you more and more, Zelda. Take it.”

She reached out and took it from him, the heavy metal dropping her arm quickly before she adjusted to the weight. “Do you fight with that stick or something?”

“If I have to.”

“I don’t understand. Are you a pacifist? Do you only attack doors?”

Link chuckled and spun his staff around in his hands before tapping the point on the ground, the point with the makeshift spearhead tied on. “Doors are terribly dangerous. You should always be ready to attack them.”

“Goddess, you don’t give straight answers, do you?”

Walking ahead of her, he simply grinned. “You’ll get it eventually.”

She was going to follow him before remembering that she was the one leading the way, so she hopped in front. “Get what?”

“Hey!” a new voice called. It was familiar, and Zelda turned to see the tall woman from before returning with an older man in tow. “Where are you two going?”

“Urbosa, she knows where Revali is.”

The tall woman, Urbosa, turned to Zelda. “Is this true? Where?”

“He’s this way,” she said, gesturing back to the hall.

“Nice! Let’s go get ‘em!” the older man said, a bit more excited than Zelda imagined he’d be. He had a white beard that tipped up, wrinkled brows scrunched in excitement, and a toothy grin. He halted when he saw Zelda, and pointed at her. “Hello?”

“Hi.”

Link scoffed. “This is Zelda. She’s a prisoner here, and we’re getting her out too. Zelda, this is Urbosa and Daruk.”

Urbosa gestured to the path. “Pleasantries can wait. Lead on, Little Bird. Show us the way.”

Slowly, carefully, Zelda took the lead and began traversing the winding corridors, trying to remember her last trip through with Ganondorf. The problem was that everything looked the same here! Every hall, every corridor, everything looked the same, even the people in their silly costumes and indistinguishable masks.

“Why did you give her your sword?” she could hear the man asking Link in a hushed voice meant for a private conversation. “She could be one of them.”

“My instincts are better than yours, Daruk. She’s not. Does she look like one of them?”

Daruk sighed. “No. But it doesn’t matter. Under the masks, they’re anyone.”

“So are we.”

Zelda didn’t dare turn around, lest she give herself away. They spoke soft enough that she was straining her ears, and there was an annoying, rhythmic tapping that she couldn’t figure out that kept throwing her off her eavesdropping game.

“Here,” Zelda said, pushing open a door. She peered inside, breathing a sigh of relief to see it empty, and then stood aside to let everyone else through. “Straight down. You’ll see him.”

It was the right room for sure. Even being in here gave Zelda the creeps, and her throat hurt with phantom pain from days before.

She followed the group as they glanced inside each cell before stopping.

“Well, it’s about damn time!” the man said, standing up. “I’d think you almost forgot about me but… that’s just not possible.”

“No matter how hard we try,” Link muttered.

“You brought him?”

“I can leave,” Link offered, gesturing to the door.

But in doing so, he gestured to Zelda, and the blue haired man stuck his head through the bars while Daruk worked on the lock with Urbosa over his shoulder.

“You? You didn’t die. Good for you.”

“Yeah, you too,” Zelda murmured, rolling her eyes, earning a snort from Link.

There was a loud clack, and the lock sprung open.

The man burst out and hurried down the hall past everyone. “Come on!”

“Wait, Revali!” Daruk called, struggling to catch up.

“Ass,” Link breathed, and Urbosa hummed in agreement. “He has no respect. Let’s go.” She grabbed his arm and they ran down the hall, leaving Zelda to catch up with all of them.

Revali seemed to have a better sense of the Yiga hideout than Zelda did. He brought them through a few rooms, ducked around patrols, and ended up in a room with several crates.

“I stashed it all here.”

Daruk, Urbosa, and Link all opened up backpacks that were flat against them, and pried the crates open, reveling packets of rations and emergency on-the-go medicine. They stuffed their pockets full with as much as they could carry before Revali led them back out.

Literally.

Out.

Standing in the middle of a rocky plain, Zelda breathed in the fresh air she’d so desperately been missing.

“Where did you park?” Revali asked.

“Down the road a ways. We’ll have a little hike.”

“Good. I have a little surprise for these assholes.”

Zelda watched on, curious. Revali took something out of his pocket and flashed it to the group.

“What is that?” Urbosa asked.

“A detonator. Before I got caught, I set everything up, and hid it with our things. Let’s clean this place out.”

“No!” Link called, stepping forward, his hand out. He wasn’t quite near Revali, but the man got the message regardless and stopped. “If you do that, we become targets. They know who we are. They’ll find us, and they will kill us.”

“They can’t do that if they’re dead, can they? Ganondorf is in there. Astor. Kogha. All of them. We have to take it down.”

“And what if they’re not? What if they aren’t here? Then we’re the targets. They’ll target home, Revali. Don’t. Don’t hit that button.”

“It’s a switch. And killing hundreds of Yiga in one fell swoop? That’s a win, no matter how you want to swing it.”

“No!”

But Link’s final protest went unheard, because the only sound in the entire valley was the deathly ringing of a chain of explosions, leaving smoke to rise into the air.

Zelda covered her mouth. Dorian was in there. As much as she hated him, he had been her friend for years. And years worth of respect and friendship and history didn’t disappear completely in a matter of days.

“Oh Goddess, Revali,” Urbosa whispered. “What have you done?”

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Okay to go into more detail on my last post (which claimed quackity was in the right for running against wilbur in the election and what schlatt did during his reign wasn’t quack’s fault) by going down a list of things that maybe could be blamed on Quackity and explaining why literally none of this was his fault.

1.) Running against Pog2020 in the first place was bad.

Wilbur, quite frankly, needed to be pushed out of office. He was always corrupt, L’manburg started as a drug cartel and while it evolved into something more meaningful that had very little to do with Wilbur Soot, and Wilbur literally attempted to rig the election. Quackity ran against him as a direct protest against Wilbur Soot attempting to stage a one party election to consolidate his own power. Of course, Pog2020 in general isn’t a bad party, Tommyinnit is a very capable, passionate, devoted person and with the backing of Tubbo- who’s both intelligent and kind- there were some good solid leaders behind the party, however Wilbur’s corruption tainted the whole party. Yes, the others involved were good choices, however they wouldn’t have balanced out Wilbur- not with how devoted they were to him, not with how willing Tommy in particular was to follow any command Wilbur gave him trusting it would be the right thing to do- and even if they had, an election with only one party is hardly an election. Quackity was very right to challenge that. I see a lot of people assert now that he was being powerhungry, that Quackity simply wanted a higher station, however at the time- and every time the election has been mentioned since- Quackity only cited a desire to make the election more fair as his motivator, and i’m inclined to believe him because, while Quackity can be ambitious, he’s never allowed that ambition to get in the way of the wellbeing of others.

2.) Quackity’s party ended up just as bad- if not worse- than Pog2020.

Yes, the coalition government that resulted from the election was very clearly bad, however i’d argue that Quackity had no reason to believe it would be. Choosing George as a runningmate put me on edge at first- after all George fought with Dream in the independence war, he was a member of the Dream Smp, close friends with Dream himself. But we need to remember...Quackity...wasn’t around for the Independence War. He didn’t see George fighting for tyranny, he didn’t know the pain George was a part of. And honestly George is.....actually super harmless. Sure he’ll sit there and nod along with whatever the person who’s currently talking to him is talking about, but I mean, the man just doesn’t do anything, he ghosted for Schlatt’s whole presidency, he built a house during November Sixteenth, he was asleep at Doomsday and honestly at this point is technically more aligned with us than with Dream anyway. George is just super harmless. He wouldn’t have been an issue if Swag2020 won, he probably wouldn’t even have shown up to....anything. And then of course there’s the elephant in the room. Schlatt. How could Quackity ever give Schlatt power? Well I mean honestly cause he had every reason to think Schlatt would be better than Wilbur? I mean, Schlatt, for all his drunk ramblings and lack of caring about..anything, was incredibly charismatic at first, he gave all these speeches about democracy, about how he wanted what was best for the nation, of course Quackity- who was already in a very bad state of mind due to his fears of losing the election entirely and Wilbur Soot being allowed to continue to lead- readily bought into his pretty lies. And not even just on a professional level either, Quackity and Schlatt were married for fucks sake, why wouldn’t Quackity trust Schlatt to run in the election with him during that manipulative honeymoon stage of their relationship? Schlatt was just feeding him pretty lies and had yet to truly show his full colors, and while some of his early decisions were...iffy- like literally exiling his political competition- but they weren’t tyrannical and especially for somebody who had literally fallen in love with Schlatt and his lies..it was easy to look past. Especially when the alternative is proven corrupt drug dealing business man Wilbur Soot.

3.) Schlatt..you know..destroying monuments and erasing history.

Throughout his reign Schlatt destroyed multiple of L’manburg’s monuments and just completely reworked the history of their nation- as well as changing the nations name and flag- which obviously was awful and signs of worse things to come. One could wonder how Quackity could let Schlatt get away with that and the answer is...he tried not to? I mean, Quackity was fine with erasing old signs of Wilbur’s reign like the walls, but...beyond that..he objected, constantly, to Schlatt tampering with their history and their monuments. In fact he even confided in Tommy- long before leaving Schlatt- that he was...rather upset with how Schlatt was handling things. However he was dismissed at every turn. Belittled, told to stay in his lane, just...not listened to (this is probably one of the leading reasons quackity went on to be so loud and bold during tubbo’s presidency, not letting himself be swatted away when he really believed in something), and Quackity....was still very much in love with Schlatt. I feel the need to stress, Schlatt was not just Quackity’s president, he was his partner, and people tend to value their partner’s choices and opinions. So when Quackity’s partner belittled and insulted him and just generally looked down on him, Quackity began to feel...rather small. And of course not being as awful as Schlatt is, Quackity himself tried to be as agreeable as he could be and at least come to a resolution. And quite frankly there wasn’t much Quackity could do without Schlatt’s permission so if Schlatt was telling him to stay in his lane, what was he meant to do? Like, what’s the course of action here? He can voice his opinion but Schlatt’s a tyrant, Schlatt can just overrule him, and besides Quackity wants to be a good partner and not try to force his will onto Schlatt. Is he supposed to like...get Schlatt impeached or some shit? They don’t have a process for that, and even if they did, Quackity just wants Schlatt to see reason, he doesn’t want to throw the man out! Fuckin’ shoot him and join the revolution? Well..uh...that’s what Quackity did eventually, actually. He shot Schlatt- taking his second canon life- and joined Pogtopia.

4.) Quackity supported the Festival execution!

No. He did not. Quackity begged Schlatt not to go through with it. Quackity was absolutely horrified. Quackity’s voice joined Niki and possibly Fundy’s in loudly stating their objections. Quackity did more than anybody else did to protect Tubbo, actually. He positioned himself in the line of fire. Quackity ruined the shot. In any normal situation the fucking vice president of the country standing in your line of fire is going to stop you from shooting, Quackity was actively shielding Tubbo, I mean, why the hell do ya’ll think he didn’t consider...moving off stage away from the fireworks? Quackity’s an intelligent person, the thought crossed his mind that he’d be in blast range, he didn’t move because he was counting on his husband not to have him killed long enough for Quackity to actually talk him down. Quackity died shielding Tubbo. And what else would he have done? Slapped the fucking gun out of Techno’s hands? Tried to drag Tubbo out of the box and run? Just stabbed Schlatt? No, ofc not, those are all terrible ideas that would have ended up with both of them dead anyway! Quackity’s actual plan, however, should have worked. By all means. Under normal circumstances nobody would shoot down the vice president. Under normal circumstances a decent husband would have called it off if his partner was about to be shot. Under normal circumstances the shield would have worked. It’s absolutely insane to me that Techno and Schlatt still took the shot. Of course it was because they don’t value Quackity. Schlatt never valued Quackity, did he? But how could Quackity have realized that? How could Quackity just..understand that both his political standing and their personal relationship meant nothing to Schlatt? He couldn’t have, his plan was the smartest one, the only one that should have worked. Quackity did everything he could. And it was the very next day that Quackity shot Schlatt down and left to join the revolution.

Quackity was right to run against Wilbur and literally nothing Schlatt did was Quackity’s fault at all.

#long post #mcyt #dream smp #quackity #dream smp discourse

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Infernal VIII

Summary: In your sleepy little town of Greendale, nothing ever slept for long. And ever since October, everything felt like it was waking up. Everything except for you, that is. One teensy trip to Hell (and an infuriatingly cute guy) later and suddenly you felt wide awake.

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Ever since you were eleven years old, you’d been going to the Paramount once a week with Theo to share a large popcorn with m&ms poured over the top, two large sodas, and the biggest bag of Sour Patch Kids that money from dog walking, tutoring, and scrounging between the couch cushions could buy. The dark was a blanket of safety and anonymity for an hour or two, and you loved it more than anything. It was two hours of you, Theo, and whatever rerun was showing that weekend. One of only two movie theatres in Greendale, The Paramount stood as a testament to friendship and the enduring power of bad cinema.

Sharing the Paramount and all its memories with Caliban was nerve-wracking.

If he noticed your non-stop fidgeting, he didn’t say anything. He was perfectly composed as he watched stressed out parents corral their screaming children - shoulders relaxed, mouth upturned, and hand easily laced through yours.

“You know, I never cared much for children,” he said. He suppressed a laugh when one of the kids threw pieces of popcorn at their dad. “But I’m starting to think they may not be such loathsome little creatures after all. Given a little direction, they could surpass any of Hell’s torturers.”

You would have laughed at his joke if you’d been listening, but you were too busy watching the specials board light up his face red, orange, and yellow that caught on the edges of his hair. “Is this your first date?” you asked.

Caliban raised an eyebrow as he turned to you and you stammered out an explanation. Impulse control had never been one of your strong suits, and it had been on the decline lately. Putting you out of your misery with a sly smile, he said, “Yes.”

“Wait-” you tugged on his hand slightly as the two of you moved forward in the line “-does that mean I’m your first kiss?”

Caliban laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “My first kiss was with a succubus.”

You weren’t sure what kind of answer you were expecting, but that particular one caught you off guard. “Oh. That’s pretty cool. Do you guys keep in touch?”

“Are you in touch with your first kiss?” Caliban asked, throwing another smile at you as the two of you walked over the counter. He let you order and pay in peace, but he asked again when you were flavoring the popcorn, clearly amused by your awkwardness.

You were in the middle of explaining that your first kiss had been on a dare at one of the worst, least supervised birthday parties you’d ever been to when someone bumped into and spilled your popcorn all over the floor. They kept walking.

They only cleared a few feet before the Darkness lashed out and you yelled at them. “Hey! Are you going to apologize?”

You recognized them once they turned around. He was one of the kids from the lacrosse team who’d bullied Theo back in freshman year. With possibly the fakest smile you’d seen, Charlie said, “Chill. It was an accident.”

“Apologize.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Say you’re sorry.”

His body relaxed and his eyes took on a familiar glassy, hollow quality as he mumbled an apology. You smiled.

“Good.” You took a step forward to close the distance between you. “Now give me your wallet.” He did so without a word, the charm overwhelming any reservations he may have had. He faltered slightly when you took out most of the cash, but you told him to be quiet. With a smile, you handed his wallet back to him. “Enjoy your movie.”

Charlie blinked twice, slowly, but then he nodded. “You too,” he said uncertainly. He stumbled down the hall and looked at you again as he rounded a corner, completely dumbstruck.

You waved at him, turning back to Caliban with a smile. “Ready to watch the movie?”

The easiness from earlier was gone; Caliban’s jaw was tense and his eyes were narrowed. He didn’t move from where he leaned against the wall. “What was that?”

You shrugged. “I wanted him to apologize.”

“Are you sure that’s all you wanted?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall. His movements were easy, but his words were strained.

“Yes,” you lied, unclenching your fists. When you stole a glance at your palms, they were coated in a thin layer of darkness, smudged around the area where you’d dug your nails in to keep from knocking the false smile off Charlie’s face.

---

“Wait, so you’re like … Hannah Montana if she was a teenage witch and he’s like- what is he? Your Jesse?”

Out of all the reactions you’d imagined after telling your friends that the mother you’d spent your whole life looking for turned out to be a literal demon, a Hannah Montana comparison hadn’t even made the top ten.

“Harvey, don’t you think you’re being a little-”

To be fair, they’d handled the news about Lilith better than expected. Harvey was confused, Theo was happy you found your mom even if she’d tried to kill them all before, Sabrina helped smooth things over, and Roz admitted to having her suspicions for a while.

“What? I’m just trying to understand why the guy that tried to rule Hell and enslave us all is sitting on my couch.”

It was only when things came to Caliban that their understanding faltered. Even Sabrina, trying her best, didn't quite understand.

“I’m sitting on your couch because I was invited, Huckleberry Finn.”

After defeating the Darkness and unbinding your powers, you’d gone to Sabrina’s with a tub of ice cream and explained everything. A weight that had been slowly crushing you was lifted off your chest that night, but it came back in full force with every angry word from Harvey. It wasn’t like you’d expected him to understand, but you’d hoped he would at least try.

“Okay!” Standing up, you let out a weighty breath and held out your hands to stop them from speaking. “Will you two stop antagonizing one another for five minutes?”

Reluctantly, Caliban nodded as Harvey collapsed back in his chair and grumbled, “Fine, but I still don’t like him.”

“You don’t have to like him. You just have to respect that I like him,” you said. Harvey didn’t seem convinced, so you sighed and tried to come up with a new strategy. Finally, you stopped pacing and turned to Harvey. “Do you know what it’s like to feel like a piece of you is missing?” To Roz, “Like there’s something wrong with you because you just don’t fit in with everyone else?” To Theo, “And then you figure out what it is and you can’t tell anyone because you don’t think they’d care about you anymore if they found out?” You wiped your face haphazardly and stared at the Smashing Pumpkins poster peeling off the back wall. “It fucking sucks.”

“And I’m sorry you had to go through all that,” Harvey said, standing up and blocking your view of the poster. “I am. But you can’t expect me to be okay after finding out that you spent the last three months lying to everyone and dating that asshole.”

“I didn’t want to lie to you!” You felt the Darkness rising in your throat and did your best to push it down. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you looked back at Harvey and tried not to cry. “Is it so hard to believe that I was scared to tell you, or did you forget when you cut Sabrina out of your life when she told you?”

Harvey frowned. His hand twitched at his side as he glanced at Sabrina. “That’s not the same thing.”

“Yeah, I know, because she was the most important person in your life and I’m just the kid that lives next door.” Your voice broke and Harvey stepped forward to give you a hug. The Darkness lurched at the movement and you stepped back to keep it from hurting him. Taking another step back, you started gathering your stuff. “I can’t do this right now.”

“Hey, just hold on a second, okay?” Harvey tried to grab your wrist to stop you, and you couldn’t stop the Darkness from lashing out this time.

“Don’t touch me.”

Harvey frowned, his hand outstretched and frozen, and a familiar, glassy film cloud covered his eyes. The air was sucked out of the room as Harvey blinked and tried to recover. His hand still hung in the air. Your heart broke.

“I need to go,” you rushed out, scrambling for the door. You didn’t care about the stuff you dropped or the fact that Caliban was sitting on the couch the last you saw - all you cared about was getting out before you did anything worse. Still, you froze in the doorway. Over your shoulder, you mustered up all your courage and said, “I’m sorry.”

You weren’t sure if any of your friends heard you over their concern for Harvey or if they just didn’t want to respond, but at least Caliban caught up to you in the silence. He didn’t reach out for you for the rest of the night, all he did was stare at you with stormy, unfathomable eyes.

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Hilda Spellman was the closest thing you’d ever had to a mother; she was warm and inviting, and always made your favorite cupcakes if you were having a bad day. She made sure that your dad always had something on the table for dinner. She took you shopping every year before school started. She let you stay in their house for almost a month when you were convinced that your bedroom was haunted. Hilda Spellman deserved nothing but happiness.

So why couldn’t you suck it up for one day and give her the perfect wedding that she deserved?

Because, despite your best efforts, you were still upset at how things had unfolded with your friends. While Theo and Roz forgave you for lying and accepted you for being a witch, they weren’t sure they could give Caliban a chance after he lashed out at Harvey. Talking to Harvey might have solved that problem, but he was pretty much set on avoiding you. You didn't blame him after what you did to him, even if he didn't know what exactly it was you did to him.

All this drama might not have been an issue otherwise, but they were the only people you knew at this wedding. So far, the only other people to show up were witches that were preoccupied with either the Uninvited or the incubus on the loose.

When you noticed Nick had disappeared from door duty, you finished your drink and set the glass down. Sliding in next to Sabrina, you bumped her arm with your elbow and held your hand out for some of the programs. “Need a hand?”

“Not really, but I’ll take the company,” she said with a smile. She handed you a stack of creamy pink programs and laughed wistfully. “Nick was supposed to help me with this but he’d rather get busy with Prudence in the coat closet.”

You tried not to laugh as you handed a program to a very solemn-looking witch. “Yeah, well, at least he’s talking to you,” you said, watching the witch disappear into the steadily growing crowd.

Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Harvey will come around,” she said, pausing to smile as she handed out another program. “He’s just scared of losing you in all this.”

“You know, Caliban actually said something similar after we left the other night.” This time, you didn’t bother hiding your laughter. Sabrina didn’t bat an eye at taking on an eldritch terror, but the possibility of Caliban having a valid point seemed to shake her to her core. “He said that I shouldn’t be so hard on Harvey because all he wants is to keep me safe, but this is the one thing that he can’t protect me from. The magic and … getting my heart broken.”

Sabrina tried to reign in her surprise, but she still seemed stunned as she handed out another program. “That … actually makes sense.”

“Weird, right?” You stole a look at the line forming outside the church and your heart ached when you saw your friends lugging their band equipment through the parking lot. It was going to be a long night.

Sabrina followed your gaze and sighed. “So ... where is Caliban? You RSVPed that you were bringing a plus-one but I don’t see him anywhere.”

You tore your eyes away from the band to hand out another program. Shaking your head, you said, “I was going to bring him, but then I figured that this was Hilda’s special day and she didn't need a fistfight between her lead singer and a plus one.”

“Well, I think you should bring him,” Sabrina said. “What? Just because I’m going to be sad and alone the whole night doesn’t mean you have to.”

So, after a quick check with Hilda, you invited Caliban. He agreed to come, if you promised to talk to him about your lesser angels creeping in.

You could feel Harvey staring at the back of your head throughout the whole ceremony, but Theo sat next to you and Robin said he’d save you guys a seat at the reception. Things were starting to look up, even if they were a little weird.

As awkward as the ceremony had been, the reception was great. Caliban was as charming as ever, winning over Theo and Robin and making witches swoon left and right. Despite all your time together, you’d never seen him this comfortable around others. A room without demons or humans, it seemed, was where you found common ground.

Until Sabrina’s toast.

She lost credibility before she even opened her mouth by stumbling up the stage steps. Opening with a joke, she had a solid two and a half seconds before she started drawing attention to every couple in the nearby vicinity - starting with Harvey and Roz, glossing over Theo and Robin to mention you and Caliban, and eventually landing on Nick and Prudence. Sabrina tried to save the toast by circling back to Hilda, but it was too late. She crashed into the drums, said she’d be single for a century and a half, and was dragged off-stage by Zelda while the Fright Club scrambled to perform their set.

Amidst the chaos, Caliban ducked his head closer to yours and brought his drink to his lips. “You know,” he said, pausing to take a sip, “If you’d told me how much fun these gatherings were, I would have come with you a long time ago.”

Rolling your eyes, you took his drink and shifted in your seat so you could lean against him. “Does that mean I can sign you up for the book club?”

“That depends. What are we reading?” Caliban asked. He looked away from the stage to meet your eyes.

“The Feminine Mystique.”

“Oh, okay.”

Laughing, you tilted your head up to kiss his jaw. Settling back into your seat and intertwining your hands, you said, “Well, if it counts for anything, I’m glad you’re here now.”

If you thought the worst part of the night was Sabrina’s toast, you were totally and completely unprepared for the incubus attack. It jumped from Theo to Harvey to Melvin before landing in the Uninvited. Their eyes were wild for a moment, but then the Uninvited shuddered as their eyes returned to a deep, empty brown. They’d eaten the incubus, and moments later they bit into Dorian’s heart like an apple.

There was something unbearably sad about the Uninvited, and the Darkness within you ached to fix them. It didn’t matter that they toasted to the end of all things, all that mattered was that they were alone. You started reaching out for them when Caliban took his hand in yours and pulled you closer to him.

“I am the Herald of the Void. I feast on the hearts of those that reject me. And someone here turned me away, therefore, death to you all.” The Uninvited smiled and downed whatever had been in their glass.

Tipping your glass towards the Uninvited, you drank to their toast as Hilda apologized for turning them away. She tried to invite them, but the Uninvited said it was too late. They’d already been turned away.

Nick stepped forward as the one that had turned the Uninvited away to sacrifice himself, but Sabrina tugged him back by the edge of his sleeve. Prudence was one step behind, holding Nick close to her chest as Sabrina offered the Uninvited a heart of sorts. She explained that she’s been wandering a cosmos of her own lately, feeling hopelessly alone, and just wanting to belong somewhere with someone. If they got married, the Uninvited would have her heart and a place to belong, always. Forevermore, they’d be the Invited.

The Darkness grew unruly as the Uninvited considered her proposal, and for a moment you thought they’d do as the Darkness wanted and rip Sabrina’s heart from her ribcage. Instead, all they did was nod.

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Cold bit at your fingertips as you sat, knees pulled up to your chest, on the wall outside the desecrated church, but the stolen Mother’s Ruin kept your stomach warm. The sun had disappeared somewhere between the fake wedding and trapping the Uninvited in Sabrina’s old dollhouse, October chill coming in with the night sky, but you welcomed the change. Indifferent sunshine to apathetic stars.

Pouring out a bit of gin on the dead flowers below, you said a silent prayer for the Uninvited. Not for forgiveness, but maybe understanding. Hoping it would make the Darkness subside.

The crunching of dried grass underfoot interrupted your thoughts.

“This seat taken?”

You shrugged but moved over all the same to make space for Harvey. He threw a lanky leg over the side of the wall as he let out a deep breath. When he was settled, you offered him some of the Mother’s Ruin but he shook his head.

“No, uh, I’m good. Thanks though.” Harvey drummed uncertainly on the sides of the wall, watching carefully as you drank his rejected share of the gin. “So I was thinking about something the Uninvited said back there - about wandering around all alone until the terrors welcomed them to their club?”

Raising an eyebrow, you asked, “Are you about to call my boyfriend a terror?”

Harvey laughed, a deep, unsure sound, and looked down at the wall again. “Well, he is, but no.” He sighed and tried to get back to his point. “Look, I know I’m not the best at handling change. When Sabrina … I don’t know. It just- it kills me that you felt like you felt so alone and didn’t think you could talk to me.”

“Harvey-”

“Wait, let me finish.” Harvey took another deep breath. His nose was red, either from the cold or because he was holding back tears. “I never ever wanted to be the reason why you got hurt. But I was, and I’m sorry that I made you feel like that.”

You slid your hand over his. “Thank you,” you said quietly.

“I’m still not done.”

“Of course, you’re not.”

Harvey choked out another laugh and smiled. “Don’t tell Theo but you’re my best friend. And if Caliban makes you happy then … I kinda owe it to you to give him a shot.”

“So you’ll stop antagonizing him?” you asked, sitting up a bit straighter and pointing the bottle of gin at Harvey’s chest.

“Well, I never said that,” Harvey said dramatically. He laughed and pulled his other leg over the wall, taking the bottle from you and pulling a face after he tasted it. “Okay, what stars are we looking at tonight?”

You threw your legs over the side and let out a deep breath as you leaned against Harvey’s arm. “Fuck if I know. Tommy was the one who remembered all that stuff.”

“You just wanna make some up?” Harvey asked. He put his arm around your shoulder and handed the bottle back to you.

Hugging the bottle to your chest to keep the Darkness warm as it slept, you looked up to the sky and pointed to a cluster of stars. “That one’s you because it’s ugly.”

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The High Road

Fandom: Legend of Korra Pairing: Mako x Reader Warnings: None Notes: So, spoiler alert, but the entire reason I wrote this was because I watched the ending of S3:E13 and really, really wished someone had knocked Zaheer’s lights out while he was rambling, instead of just sticking a sock in it. Anyways, this is really long, and I attempted to shorten it, but I’m content with how it came out so I’m just going to leave it as is. Apologies if it seems too drawn-out, but I think / hope y’all will enjoy it nonetheless. ♥

Doing what's best, for you or for someone else, isn't always easy. Sometimes it breaks your heart. But if you're doing it for the right reasons, it's worth it in the end.

At first, you were doing it for Korra. You had turned Mako down when he asked you out a year ago. Korra had feelings for him too, both of you having met him at the same time, and you knew it would be better to let her pursue him instead. She was your best friend; the only person you'd ever really gotten to know, outside your own family on Air Temple Island. Besides, with all the chaos of the Equalists going on, you needed to stay on the island as much as possible, to protect your family – and yourself, in all honesty. Being the second airbending Master in the last hundred years meant that it was important for your focus to be on the preservation of your Nation. Plus, you just knew your father would have a heart attack if his eldest child, his pride and joy, started dating some boy, and you really didn’t feel like dealing with the inevitable headache that would cause. So, you turned the handsome, charming firebender down, and suggested he ask Korra out instead.

Although you had encouraged the formation of their relationship, your feelings for Mako remained, in spite of your efforts to dismantle them. You truly were thrilled that he and Korra were both happy, but couldn't help but cringe internally every time you inadvertently observed them together; every time they giggled as they whispered to each other, every time they gazed lovingly into each other's eyes, every time they fed each food sweetly.

Once the chaos caused by Unalaq was resolved, Mako and Korra broke up, meaning that the object of your affection was now available. But in the aftermath of Harmonic Convergence, various people throughout the world developed airbending, meaning that locating and recruiting them for the Air Nation subsequently became the item of utmost importance. Nevertheless, your heart soared when Mako agreed to join your group in search of new airbenders.

Little did you know, Korra, ever the loyal friend, had encouraged Mako to come primarily because she had deduced your feelings for him, and knew it would be a great opportunity for the two of you to get closer.

The two of you did indeed get closer throughout the entirety of the journey, and you were both blissfully unaware of how much of a hand your friends, aunt, and uncle played in the matchmaking process. Everyone would pretend to be too busy for Mako, so he often joined you for card games and listening to pro-bending matches, in addition to long conversations about life and a plethora of other topics. He was always fascinated by the knowledge you shared regarding Air Nation history, as well as all that you could recite about Fire Nation, Earth Kingdom, and Water Tribe history. The two of you got along astoundingly well, and you found yourself completely and truly in love with him. Although you were unaware of it, Mako's own feelings for you from the past had come back in full force, and he began falling for you in return.

Yet, much to everyone else's dismay, you were both too stubborn (and scared) to admit it to one another. Even as the two of you shared a lingering hug as you departed from Zaofu with your family, the mutual attraction remained withheld.

Until Zaheer happened.

You would never forget the overwhelming feeling of dread that overcame you as you heard Korra’s panicked voice over the radio, telling you that the Red Lotus was on its way, at the exact moment you saw their air ship approaching the temple. You and your father began notifying all the airbenders, hoping to get everyone to the bison and evacuate in time, to no avail. Zaheer and his group rounded everyone up, conglomerating everyone at the center of the temple.

After your father initiated retaliation against Zaheer and his comrades, upon realizing that they were using you all to get to Korra, Jinora ran off with the rest of the group, and you, your father, your uncle, and your aunt remained, a powerful family unit ready to face the Red Lotus.

As your father began fighting Zaheer, you stayed behind to help fight Ming-Hua and Ghazan. After you used a strong gust of air to throw Ming-Hua off the edge of the temple, you began to leave to help your father. Just as you turned, the water from the nearby began to flow inexplicably toward the temple's edge, indicating that Ming-Hua was about to make a comeback.

"Go! Help Tenzin take out Zaheer, then you can come help us take out these two goons," Aunt Kya commanded, so you retrieved your glider from the sidelines, and took off in that direction.

From the looks of it, your father and Zaheer were pretty evenly matched – until you arrived. Your father began taking the defense, and you, ever the more headstrong, took the offense, the pair of you fighting with fluidity and skill as he protected you both from Zaheer and you attacked with everything you had. Two airbending masters, working together more smoothly than any pro-bending team could dream of. It was truly a beautiful thing, something the world had not seen in over a hundred years. It didn't take long for you to have Zaheer on the ropes, after repeatedly slinging him against the wall, then the ground. On his hands and knees, breathing hard, you made the mistake of thinking you just might beat Zaheer once and for all – right as P'Li appeared in their airship, shooting an explosion at the two of you, knocking you both to the ground below as you dodged it at the last second. Your clothing was singed and blackened, but you and Tenzin regained your footing quickly. Eyes on the prize, you shot numerous blasts of air at Zaheer with a combo move, just as Ming-Hua appeared out of nowhere, knocking your dad off his feet with a shot of water and momentarily rendering him unable to protect you against Zaheer's retaliation.

The gust of wind collided with your torso, sending you backwards a couple yards, but you maintained your stance. You began to focus your attacks on Zaheer as your father fought Ming-Hua, both of you taking shots at Ghazan as he joined the party. Although you and Tenzin held your ground for longer than most would, it didn't last, considering it was a match of two masters against three. Ghazan caught you off guard, just as you sent a powerful gust of air at Zaheer, and the large rock that collided with your shoulder knocked you down. The same happened to your father, as Ming-Hua landed a shot on him as he attacked Ghazan. Although you both kept fighting, there was a noticeable shift – they had gained a sliver of the upper hand, and they knew it. They began pelting you with water, rock, and air – back to back to back. Just as quickly as you and Tenzin could make a move, you'd received three sets of retaliation at once.

Eventually, one of P'Li's explosions struck your father, sending him flying against a stone wall. She then aimed at you, but you noticed it in time to use your bending to propel you out of the way. Mid-air, as you evaded P'Li's attack, a boulder from Ghazan knocked you off balance, sending you skidding across the ground. As you got on your knees, working up the strength to stand, Ming-Hua encased your torso in ice with one of her arms of water, and threw you into the same wall your father had just collided with.

"Give up. It's over," Zaheer said, approaching you both.

As you stood, your father locked eyes with you, and you gave him a nod of reassurance. Hatred in his eyes, he turned to Zaheer and said, "As long as we're breathing, it's not over."

That was all the signal they needed to finish you off. You and your father managed to send a few quick blasts of air at your opponents, but with your backs literally against the wall, battered and exhausted, all it took were a few powerful shots from the Red Lotus to render you both unconscious. As your skull connected with the wall behind you and you fell to the ground, there were only two thoughts in your mind: hope that the others had been able to escape on the bison, and Mako's warm smile and golden eyes.

When you awoke again, you thought you were dreaming – because right there in front of you were those golden eyes, the very same that you'd been thinking about as your world had gone black. You heard a familiar voice saying, "I'm so glad you're okay. I’ve been so worried about you. It's gonna be okay, we're gonna get you and the other airbenders out of here."

As the gag was removed from your mouth, you just stared at your savior, perplexed as their face came into focus.

"Mako?"

Your voice was a raspy whisper, both from exhaustion and disbelief.

"It's me, I'm right here. Everything's gonna be alright," Mako assured you, as he hastily broke you out of the thick metal cuffs around your wrists. Once you were freed, he stood and surveyed the area behind you, and you turned a bit to see the airbenders, bags over their heads and ropes binding them.

But it wasn't them at all. Their "bodies" suddenly melted into puddles of water, revealing Ming-Hua behind them. Mako deflected her subsequent attack before grabbing his portable radio and yelling, "Korra, it was a trick! They're not here! Don't turn yourself over! Chief, get Korra out of there, now!"

Mako and Bolin began fending off Ming-Hua and Ghazan, as Asami began trying to free your father. He smiled softly as he looked at you, struggling to stay upright and you knew it was a soft, warm smile that said, "I'm so happy you're okay. I love you." You returned the gesture, then looked to Mako and Bolin. You briefly considered trying to help them, but knew you couldn't do so much as stand, never mind fight. Additionally, you were quite certain your arm was broken, and it felt as though your ankle was too, and every single inch of your body hurt worse than you could comprehend.

"Where are the airbenders?" Asami asked, working on the cuffs with her hair pin.

"I don't know," Tenzin stated, his voice just as weak as your own.

"Zaheer moved them out of the temple," you noted, just as Asami managed to unlock the cuffs. It was perfect timing, because Ghazan turned the stone floor around him into lava right then, as well as blocked the exit with a pile of lava and rock as he and Ming-Hua left.

"We have to get back to the airship!" Asami stated, pulling Tenzin to his feet with his arm around her shoulders. Mako ran to you, and as he reached out to grab your arm and help you up as Asami did Tenzin, you weakly murmured, "No, that one's broken. So's my ankle, I think." You saw the sadness in his eyes as he grabbed your other arm instead, draping it over his shoulders as he snaked his arm around your waist.

"Not gonna happen! The exit's blocked," Bolin noted, bending a small barricade of rock between you and the impending lava.

"Where's Oogie and Ada?" Asami asked.

"Gone," Tenzin said sorrowfully.

"All the bison got scared off during the attack," you explained, struggling to make your voice loud enough to be heard.

"But I think I know another way out," Tenzin said. "Bolin, can you get us through that wall?"

Thank the Spirits for how fond the Air Nomads were of incorporating secret tunnels into their architecture.

However, the escape route didn't help much. The lava still followed, Ghazan having set the entire place ablaze. Bolin created his own exit, but it was on the side of the mountain, so there was nowhere to go. As the lava poured in, Bolin managed to stop it, thereby abruptly developing the ability to lavabend.

After praising Bolin for his sudden advancement in bending, Kai appeared on a small sky bison, which enabled the five of you to flee the mountain and seek the safety of a nearby valley. As you and your father looked back, you saw the temple bursting into flames before crumbling upon itself. The destruction of such an important historical site for your people, who had already lost so much, brought tears to your eyes, and you had to look away. Mako noticed, and rubbed his hands up and down your good arm soothingly, the tender act providing some much-needed comfort.

It didn’t take long for you to reunite with Lin, Suyin, Tonraq, and Suyin’s metalbenders. The fact that your family and the other airbenders, nor Korra, were present made your heart sink. The poor little sky bison's crash landing left you seeing stars from the pain. But all that was momentarily forgotten, when Mako wrapped his arm around your waist to help you up off the bison and steady you on the ground. The two of you shared a lingering smile, before returning your attention to the others, where you learned that Zaheer had escaped with Korra, after developing the ability to fly, something you and your father had only ever heard tales of. Kai informed everyone of where the Red Lotus took the airbenders, and most likely Korra too, Oogie graced you all with his presence, and your own bison close behind.

"Ada, I've never been more happy to see you," you praised, weakly petting her head. She let out a low hum of content, closing her eyes at your touch. "Sweet girl, you remember my friend Mako? I need you to listen to him, we're going to take a little trip and I can't be in the driver's seat this time."

The creature hummed again, and Mako scooped you into his arms. Suyin then created an earth platform to allow him to easily board the bison, setting you down gently in the saddle. As you removed your arm from his shoulder, you allowed your hand to linger on his cheek – something you'd normally be far too shy to ever do, but apparently, pain lowers one's inhibitions.

"Thank you for saving my dad and I. We wouldn't have made it out of there without you."

It might have been brain fog of some sort, but you could have sworn Mako leaned into your touch a bit.

"Don't mention it," was his only response, before hopping off the bison to chat with Kai.

You watched his interaction with the young airbender, and his apology warmed your heart. Mako then climbed back up on Ada to take the reins, as Lin and Suyin joined you in the saddle, before the trio of sky bison took off, Kai leading the way to the Red Lotus, your family, the airbenders, and hopefully, Korra.

As the party landed, once again, Mako scooped you up and carried you down with some assistance from Suyin's bending, and he situated you next to your father. Momentarily forgetting your injured ankle, you attempted to stand on both feet, but immediately dropped. Mako caught you easily, a worried expression on his face, before helping you sit down, your back against Oogie's soft fur.

"Be careful," you told him sternly, as Suyin assured your father that she wasn't returning without your family and the rest of your people. Mako gave you a firm nod, before running off with the others, all disappearing as they entered the cave.

Tenzin remained silent for several minutes, as did you, feeling far too nervous and helpless to engage in conversation. He leaned against Oogie, eyes locked on the entrance to the cave, as you closed your eyes, attempted to mediate to ground yourself.

"Just so you know, I approve."

You looked up at your father, one eyebrow raised.

"Of Mako, I mean," he elaborated. "I know now isn't the best time to discuss such matters, but I realize I've never found the time to bring it up, so I might as well do it now."

"I've never... we're not..." you began, but words seemed to fail you. What were you to say? ‘We're not together but I've wanted nothing more than to kiss his stupid face and hold his stupid hand since the second I met him?’

"I know. But I see the way you look at him, and I see the way he looks at you. And he's a good man. He risked his life to save us today, and he's doing it again as we speak to save our family, our people, and the Avatar. So, if there's ever been any hesitation on your part, on the grounds of worrying about my reaction to it – don't. I wholeheartedly approve."

You were stunned to silence for a few moments, before saying, "Thanks, Dad."

"Anytime, dear."

It felt like an eternity before you saw any activity from the cave – but it wasn't exactly what you'd hoped to see. You carefully stood, using Oogie for support, as you watched Korra and Zaheer suddenly erupt from the side of the mountain, battling mid-air amongst towers of rock.

"Daddy! Sissy!"

You and Tenzin turned in unison at the sound of Ikki's voice, and saw your family and the airbenders running toward you.

"Oh, thank goodness you're alright," your father murmured, as Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo collided with him in a hug, earning a groan from him. Your mother knelt next to you to hug you gently, taking note of your battered appearance. Reaching out with your good arm, you took baby Rohan from her, peppering kisses on his chubby cheeks.

"Are you guys okay?" Pema asked, affectionately brushing some hair out of your face before looking at your father.

"We'll be fine," Tenzin assured her, then looked at you. "She’s in worse condition than I am."

Your siblings turned to you with sad eyes, and the three of them gently embraced you by the shoulders.

"I'll be just fine, don't you worry," you promised, and they gave you soft smiles in return.

Just then, the last of the airbenders exited the cave, and came forward with your Aunt Kya and Uncle Bumi in tow. The sight of them, barely-conscious and looking poorly, brought a frown to your lips. Tonraq then ran out, stating, "We need to help Korra," thereby returning your attention to the most pressing matter at hand.

You watched as Jinora formulated a plan, and with the help of the other airbenders, created a tornado that grabbed hold of Zaheer, pulling him and Korra down to the ground, where he was encased in rock by Lin and Suyin. As Mako ran out of the cave, he stopped to help you stand, and after returning Rohan to your mother, you walked over to where Korra lay in the arms of her father. You watched with bated breath as Korra fought for her life, and managed to pull through after Suyin extracted the metallic poison from her body.

"No! No! You don't understand," Zaheer began bellowing.

Instantaneously, the pain in your body was replaced with rage. Briefly foregoing the airbender ways of peace and tranquility, you limped over to Zaheer, positively seething as he continued his rant.

"The revolution has already begun! Chaos is the natural order of –"

Your fist colliding with his nose shut him right up. Knocked out cold, Zaheer slumped a bit, and you turned back around – not expecting the eyes of everyone to be on you, all looking astonished.

"I don't know about you guys, but I was really sick of listening to that buffoon."

A few of them smiled at that, and at the fact that all the chaos was now over.

Mako walked over to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, which you were thankful for. The aforementioned rage had worn off, so the searing pain in your ankle, and the rest of your body, had returned.

After commandeering the Red Lotus's air ship, and getting everyone situated, you found a moment's tranquility, laying in a cot in a room by yourself. You mediated for a while, lying flat on your back to avoid pain in your broken appendages from moving yourself into the usual seated position, until there was a knock at your door.

"Am I interrupting?" Mako asked hesitantly, and you smiled.

"Not at all. Please, come in."

You pushed yourself into a sitting position, wincing at the ache in your muscles as you did so, as Mako took a seat next to you on the bed. The two of you were sitting so close that your knees touched, but you forced yourself to ignore it as you looked to him expectantly.

"Look, I'm not very good with words, so just... bear with me," Mako began, then took a deep breath and looked down at his hands, clasped tightly in his lap. "When Zaheer told Bolin and I that the Red Lotus was planning on taking out the airbenders... I've never felt that kind of fear. Just... knots in my stomach, and nothing but worry on my mind. Because I realized that you might die. And in realizing that, I also realized that I've wasted a lot of time by avoiding my feelings."

You merely stared at him. Part of you hoped that he was about to say he had feelings for you, but you also didn't want to read into it on account of wishful thinking. In the midst of trying to quell your racing thoughts, Mako reached out and held your hand, and only then did he finally look up at you.

"I've had a crush on you since the day I met you. But I respected that you didn't want to be with me like that, so I ended up dating other people. I won't deny that I had feelings for Korra and Asami too, but it... it wasn't like it is with you. Things with them just didn't work out, we weren't compatible, but with you, everything just seems to fall into place. Being with you, even just as friends, feels so natural and so right. And I guess... I guess that's what led to me falling in love with you."

It felt like the entire world stopped right then. You vaguely wondered if your mind was playing tricks on you. Did he really just say he's in love with you? Surely not. You've waited for this moment for so long; there's no way it's really happening, right here and now.

Taking your stunned silence for rejection, Mako quickly tried to backpedal a little.

"If you don't feel the same for me, I completely understand. We can just pretend like this never happened. I just wanted to get that off my chest, because of everything that happened today, but that doesn't mean you're under any obligation to –"

You silenced him with a kiss.

It happened so fast that you were honestly just as surprised by it as Mako was. It was like your body and your heart reacted separately from your mind – not that you were complaining. Especially not as Mako's free hand immediately came to rest gingerly on your cheek, and you both melted into the kiss.

After a few moments of floating on cloud nine, you broke the kiss, pulling away slightly to look at him, still in disbelief. Mako smiled at you, more warmly than you'd ever seen.

"So I guess that means you kind of like me back?"

"I suppose I do," you said with a chuckle. "Truth is, I've been in love with you for a long time now. But other things kept getting in the way, and when things calmed down and opportunities arose, I was just too chicken to say anything."

"Well, there's nothing stopping us now," Mako said, moving the hand resting on your cheek to wrap around your waist and giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

"No, there's not," you agreed, then smiled. "So kiss me again."

And kiss you he did.

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The House Party - ep.03 - JJ Maybank

Summary: Things start to heat up as the week reaches its midway point and you make a decision that changes everything.

A/N: Mild smut at the very end of the chapter.

The S’week Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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You weren’t sure how many times you would have to brush your teeth to get the taste of last night out of your mouth but the three times you already had clearly weren’t enough. It wasn’t alcohol, in fact you’d woken up more sober than you expected to be, almost leaning off the edge of your bed, tucked into your blanket, with JJ laying on top of the bedding beside you. It was all very ‘one motel bed’ trope-ish but you’d both been so exhausted last night that you couldn’t even enjoy the implications of it. An ice cube tray of melted aloe vera sat on the night stand and you brought it down with you to the kitchen to refreeze when you decided coffee might help the taste that wouldn’t leave your mouth. 

To put it the only way you knew how, a way JJ would have definitely put it, you tasted kook trash every time you swallowed and it wasn’t going to go away anytime soon, at least not while Rafe was two houses down from you. 

“Morning,” Pope voice half startled you as you entered the kitchen to find him sitting at the island eating cereal. 

“How is it possible that you look so normal?” You asked, grabbing a bowl for some cereal yourself. Breakfast was a good distraction from your phone and the taste in your mouth. 

“You mean as opposed to John B and Sarah who decided to parent trap it on a floatie in the pool?” He asked, turning for emphasis to look outside where your best friend and her boyfriend were indeed asleep on a floatie in the pool. 

“Exactly.” 

“I’m not a big drinker.” He shrugged. “What about you?”

“Am I a big drinker?” You asked. 

“No, how did you end the night?” 

You nodded your head slowly, realising what he was getting at with his question. “JJ was sick, I figured it was better to come back here than make him stay at the party.” 

“Sure.” He agreed though it sounded empty, “did you hook up?” 

“What?” 

“Look, I know how JJ parties, he’s my best friend. And I know what his ‘senior week plans’ were before Sarah hijacked them to come down here. I wouldn’t put it past him to alter them. You know, have sex with as many girls as he can in the keys. Host included.”

“We didn’t have sex.” You replied. 

He stared at you for a full minute, not saying anything, as if the look on his face alone would crack you into admitting some misdeed. And it probably would have if any had occurred. 

“We didn’t have sex, I swear to god.” You reiterated. “It is what I said it is. JJ was throwing up in the bathroom and I brought him back here so he could rest. That’s all that happened.” 

“With JJ.” Pope scoffed. 

“Whoa, where’s the displaced animosity coming from...pretty sure you’re in my house.” 

“Yeah and JJ is my best friend. I don’t want you stringing him along for the week cause you’re bored and you wanna make your ex jealous or something.” Pope replied.

“You literally just got done telling me that JJ wanted to sleep his way around s’week but I’m the bad guy in your head because of some proposed plan I have to ‘make my ex jealous’?” You questioned. “That’s un-fucking-believable.”

“It would be if I hadn’t seen you in the hallway with your ex right before you left with JJ.” 

“You’re delusional. My ex who? Just cause I was talking to some guy-“

“You weren’t talking and it was Rafe.” 

You shut your mouth, lips pressed together in a line as you tried to think of something to say. Sure, it was common knowledge amongst your friend group that you and Rafe had been hooking up for the better part of two years but that was over and you really didn’t think it was the kind of thing that pogues talked about. And you trusted Sarah not to have blabbed about it to anyone else. 

“How’d you know-“ 

“How’d I know you and Rafe were a thing? Sarah’s not the only one here that knows you. I’ve seen him at your house before when I delivered groceries, not so hard to put two and two together.” 

“Well me and Rafe are over.” 

“You didn’t look over.” Pope challenged. 

“Oh well, thank you for interpreting two fucking minutes of my life and deciding how I feel about something.” You snapped, “I didn’t want him to kiss me okay, I told him to leave me alone. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that the word no isn’t exactly a part of his vocab.”

Before Pope could say anything back the sound of footsteps on the stairs caught your attention. Both of you looked toward the staircase in time to see JJ appear, shirtless with just a pair of swim shorts on. His shoulders and chest were red but not as burnt as his back, which you caught a glimpse of as he trudged passed you, not in the high spirits he had been yesterday morning. 

“Dude, your back looks painful.” Pope commented, staring at the expanse of angry red skin that looked more ready to blister than anything. 

“It feels painful too.” JJ grumbled. So far he was 0-3 with vacation. He was stuck in this kook house (which really wasn’t so bad but he enjoyed bitching about it), he was sunburnt to hell, and he’d wasted an entire night of partying throwing up from sun-poisoning (though that worked out in his favour too because he definitely enjoyed the part where he sat on your bed and you rubbed aloe ice cubes on his back and basically took care of him). 

“Guess the beach is out of the question?” Pope asked, getting up to put his bowl in the sink. 

“I can go to the beach.” 

“You definitely can’t.” You replied, coming around to look at JJ’s back. He was sitting on one of the stools, slumped over. “You shouldn’t get anymore direct sun on your back.” 

“Oh cool, I’m so glad I came all the way down to fucking Florida to sit in a house all day and do shit.” 

“Sorry man,” Pope said, though he made no offer to stay at the house. Yesterday had been great and he was looking forward to going to the beach again today with Kiara. John B and Sarah had mentioned tagging along but he knew they’d eventually go off to do their own thing. 

“We could go to the boardwalk?” You offered, ignoring the look that Pope sent your way. You knew he was just being a good friend, looking out for someone he cared about, and it made you wish that Sarah knew enough to do the same for you. 

“What will we do on the boardwalk?” JJ asked, curious enough that he wasn’t immediately rejecting the idea. 

“There’s a water park there and an arcade, plus you know, tons of food.” You shrugged, “I know you wanna go to the beach-“

“I can be persuaded.”

“I think you already have been.” Pope commented. 

The three of you turned your attention to the stairs as Kiara came down, already dressed for the beach. When she saw the three of you in various states of sleepwear she rolled her eyes, “hey Kie be ready early so we can all go to the beach together.” 

“Technically, Sarah said that and she’s passed out in the pool still.” Pope replied, pointing out the glass doors to where the floatie was still carrying John B and Sarah on the water. 

“Let’s wake ‘em up then.” JJ slipped passed you, winking, before he ran outside, jumping into the pool and landing directly on top of John B and Sarah. 

You, Pope, and Kiara rushed to the doors in time to see the floatie flip over, all three teens going under as Sarah shrieked and John B tried to grab any part of the inflatable raft. Sarah surfaced immediately after JJ, throwing her body on him and wrapping her arms around his neck as she tried to push him under. 

“You asshole!” She screamed when JJ ducked under the water, twisting in her arms and grabbing her waist so that he could throw her off him. 

You watched them for a minute longer, as John B finally got involved, before heading back into the house and going upstairs to change. You’d left your phone plugged in the bathroom outlet while you were sitting with JJ and you picked it up now to check your messages. Two from Rafe and one, unsurprisingly, from Topper. It’d been him at the end of the hall that called Rafe away from you. 

-You okay?- was all the text said and you quickly responded. 

-Nothing happened. Thx-

You deleted the messages from Rafe without looking at them. You could hear everyone come in the kitchen, footsteps on the stairs as John B, Sarah, and JJ came up to change. You pulled on a crop top and some shorts, pocketing your phone before hurrying downstairs. 

Kiara and Pope were back to hanging around the island, talking to each other about their plans as you entered. 

“Hey, do you guys wanna meet up later on the boardwalk?” Kiara asked, “we could do dinner or something?”

“Sounds good to me.” You replied, grabbing your backpack from the chair and making sure that you had everything you needed. “There’s a pizza place near the South street entrance that has incredible food, plus it’s super cheap.” 

“I do love cheap food.” 

You had locked your shorts and your backpack in the rented locker of the water park along with JJ’s backpack before the two of you headed for any of the rides. Both your phones locked away in your backpack, cutting you both off from the rest of the world for however long JJ felt like staying at the water park. 

“So? Where to first?” You asked as JJ stopped in front of a mounted map of the park. It wasn’t as big as Dorney or Six Flags but it was pretty expansive for being an extension of the boardwalk. 

“Shush, I’m consulting the map.” 

“Consult the bones,” you said and JJ laughed, casting you a glance before going back to the map. 

“Come on,” he grabbed your hand suddenly, having zeroed in on a ride titled the constrictor, 450 feet of enclosed water slide and the two of you were going down it. 

He weaved his way through the crowd of people, leading you closer and closer to the line for the slide. Most people were at the beach on the weekdays which meant a shorter wait line, something JJ was happy about. It was bad enough he was spending his day at some dumb water park with you, he didn’t want to have to wait in line too. Although, he hadn’t let your hand go yet. 

“Should I mention before or after we ascend these stairs that I have a mild fear of heights?” You asked, taking the raft that was offered to you by the water park employee. 

“It’s fine,” JJ assured you, “here go ahead of me.” 

“How does this help?” You asked as you stepped in front of him onto the first stair. 

JJ shifted his raft under his arm, pressing it against his body and holding onto the railing while he used his other hand to hold you, fingers brushing the skin above your bikini bottoms as he held your waist. “See.”

You bit your lip and took a deep breath, “yeah I see.” 

The rest of the way up the stairs JJ kept his hand on either your waist or your back. He wasn’t too thrilled with heights either though focusing on the peach bikinis bottoms you wore, little pineapples polkadotting them. He could imagine you totally smacking him in the face of you knew but he’d take his chances. 

As sly as he might’ve thought he was being you knew he was looking. When you turned around at the first platform before the stairs twisted you caught him looking down, eyes darting up quickly when he realized you were looking at him. You didn’t say anything, just turned back around so he wouldn’t see the satisfied smile on your face.

“You ready for this?” JJ asked as you stepped onto the final platform, JJ stepping up behind you.

“I’ll see you at the bottom Maybank.” You replied, stepping over to your slide while JJ got set up at his.

You liked waterparks for the lazy rivers and the wave pools and those crazy contraptions for kids that looked like towering pipes and dumped water on you. Even the log flume was fun. But giant enclosed slides that shot you through winding loops for endless feet until finally dumping you in a pool? Not your favorite. But as you looked over at JJ, who flashed you a thumbs up, you were having trouble thinking about the things you didn’t like.

The slide was over before you knew it and you were climbing out of the pool, JJ standing on the side waiting for you. “How did you beat me?”

“I’m like speed racer,” he said, making a wooshing sound as he glided one hand under the other like a wave.

“Well, speedracer, what next?” You asked, taking off your soaked shirt and wringing it out as you followed JJ back to the map. “Are we consulting the map again?”

“What you think I memorized it?” He asked, looking back over his shoulder at you and grabbing your hand when a woman with a stroller tried to squeeze between the two of you.

By the time you and JJ met up with Kiara and Pope and made it back to the house Sarah was already setting up for a party. John B had obviously been enlisted to help as he was trying to adhere light stripes at the top of the wall in the living room.

“What’d you do rob a liqour store?” You asked, grabbing the leg of the ladder he was on when he leaned to far to the left.

“Feels like it.” John B replied, “Sarah filled a cart. We’re either having a party or she’s turning into everyone’s alcoholic grandmother.”

“We’re having a party!” Sarah called, coming in from the pool area, “it’s exactly what we need.”

“Why do we need to host a party?” Kiara asked, looking back at JJ and Pope but they just shrugged, obviously not willing to get involved.

“Because morale is low here people.” Sarah replied, “and it’s senior week, duh.”

“Duh.” You repeated, raising your eyebrows and grinning at JJ who laughed. Sarah watched the interaction skeptically, as far as she knew John B’s best friend had complained of nothing but a bad time. Now he was joking with you like the two of you were friends.

“Can I talk to you,” she grabbed your arm to pull you out of the room, “Pope hold the ladder!”

“Oh cool the bathroom.” You muttered as she dragged you into the hall powder room, shutting the door behind her and trapping the two of you in the crammed space. “What’s up?”

“What’s up? What’s going on with you and JJ?”

“Didn’t we do this literally yesterday?” You questioned, “I said then and I'll say now, JJ and I are barely friends.”

“Except when I texted Kie earlier cause I couldn’t get a hold of you she said you and JJ were on the boardwalk together.”

“Oh, oh my god Sarah, you’re right, something is clearly ‘going on’ because I went on the boardwalk with someone instead of just ignoring the people living in my house.” You rolled your eyes at her accusation that something was going on though you sincerely hoped something was.

When she finally released you from the bathroom the two of you resumed getting ready before you changed into something more appropriate for the party. NC parties were slow going in the early hours until they finally picked up, mostly just crowds of people crammed in an empty rental or spread out on the beach. House parties in the Keys happened a little more erratically. People showed up while it was still light out, hanging around the pool drinking and shit talking until it got dark and they all migrated inside, drunk off their asses and louder than necessary.

You had moved the table and chairs in the dining room and pushed all the furniture back in the living room for good reason because the minute the sun went down it felt like everyone was spilling back into the house for part 2. You were in the kitchen, ignoring most everyone there, watching JJ set up a shot for Kiara.

“Is it lime and then salt or salt and then lime?” He asked, glancing at you.

You were leaned against the counter beside him and Kiara was on the other side with Pope, who already said twice he wanted no part in this. “Lime first, how else does the salt stick right? I don’t remember...I know how to do a body shot.”

“Are you offering?” The grin on JJ’s face as he asked had you practically melting in your spot.

“Guys!” Kiara leaned across the island, snapping her fingers, “can we please just do the shot!”

“Right, sorry.” You apologized, grabbing the bottle of tequila to pour for them.

While the three of you were talking Pope spun in his chair, observing the louder parts of the party that was raging on the first floor. There were a few people lingering in the kitchen with you, mostly to be closest to the alcohol, but otherwise everyone was contained to the living room, dining room, and pool. When he looked out the glass doors to the pool area he frowned, “hey guys, look who showed up.”

You looked out the door to see Topper on the patio chatting with some local. “I’ll be right back.”

“Can we just enjoy the party?” Pope called though you were already slipping out the door.

“Top,” you called not caring that you were interrupting him, “can I talk to you?”

He apologized to the girl before placing his hand on your back and leading you further away from the party, stopping once the two of you had stepped onto the sand path down to the beach. “Look, someone texted Rafe about the party alright.”

“Well I don’t want you guys here.” You replied, “you weren’t invited by me and it’s my house.”

“Hey come on, you know me alright, I’m not trying to start anything-”

“Doesn’t sound like the Topper I know.”

“That wasn’t me alright, Sarah made me a little crazy, I'll admit. But I’m over that.” Topper replied. “I don’t understand why you and Rafe broke up and suddenly you can’t hang with any of us.”

“Are you still friends with Rafe?”

“That’s not fair, we’ve been-”

“I don’t care. You know what happened. You want me to be friends with you Top? After what you and Kelce did. Look, thanks for last night but I don’t need your guilty conscience looking out for me. I need you to get your boys and get the fuck out my house.”

“Putting on the tough act for Topper?” Rafe’s voice came from behind you and you closed your eyes, jaw tensing at the sound.

“It’s fine man, we’re just talking.” Topper replied, stepping closer to you.

You opened your eyes and turned around to see Rafe and Kelce standing there, “actually I will tell you the same thing I told Top, get the fuck off my property.”

“Damn,” Rafe whistled, “you start hanging with the pogues and suddenly you think you’re tough shit.”

“Hey man, let’s just forget it.” Topper said, getting between you and Rafe.

Rafe put his hand on Topper’s shoulder, guiding him out of the way, “you go ahead, I need to talk to my girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend.” You replied, “I said we were done and I meant it.”

Pope had been watching you talk to Topper from the kitchen door and when he saw Rafe and Kelce join the two of you on the catwalk he’d broken up JJ and Kiara’s shot game to tell them something was going down and you were out there alone.

“Maybe she’s just talking to them.” Kiara shrugged, “I mean, she is a kook. Her and Rafe used to date too so...”

“She dated Rafe?” JJ asked, eyes wide at the implication.

“Oh yeah, she broke it off a couple times but they always got back together. Sarah told me she thinks they might get back together again.”

Pope frowned, thinking of the way you had looked this morning when he accused you of doing just that, “I don’t think so. We should make sure she’s okay.”

“I’ll get John B.” Kiara replied, making her way to the living room to find John B and Sarah.

JJ and Pope meanwhile, headed outside, coming up behind Kelce just as you told Rafe that you were never getting back together with him. You saw the two of them passed Kelce’s shoulder and your best at a subtle shake of the head, a silent ‘please go back inside’. But Topper saw them too and alerted Rafe to their presence.

“Kelce wasn’t lying Maybank, you really have turned into a guard dog haven’t you.” Rafe said, turning his full attention on JJ. Topper pulled you to the other side of the path and pushed you behind him as Kiara, Sarah, and John B walked up.

“Fuck off Rafe, you aren’t welcome here.” Kiara cut in before JJ could reply.

“I didn’t know you owned the place.” Kelce challenged.

“I already fucking told you to go!” You said, “so go!”

Rafe only smiled, looking at JJ still, “what pair you guys make man. A bitch and her dog.”

Without warning JJ lunged forward, shoving Rafe back and swinging, trying to punch him. When Kelce tried to grab him John B intervened, getting Kelce in a choke hold. It took a second for all six of the boys to become involved in the fight as Kiara urged Sarah to call the cops. Rafe punched JJ, sending him back into the sand and getting on top of him, hitting him repeatedly while Topper held off Pope and John B and Kelce fought with each other.

“Stop it,” Kiara grabbed at Topper, trying to pull him off Pope and Sarah just stood there frozen.

You went for Rafe, trying to push him off JJ. When you grabbed his arm he pulled away only to throw his elbow back, colliding with your stomach and sending you to the ground. It was all the momentum that JJ seemed to need to shove Rafe off him and get the upper hand, kicking him in the stomach a couple times.

“Get the fuck out!” He shouted, spitting on your ex-boyfriend.

Topper let go of Pope and grabbed Rafe’s arm, helping him up and pulling him away, Kelce breaking away from John B and following them back to theirs, away from the party. The six of you stood there in silence, trying to process what had just happened.

“Some party.” Pope finally said and Kiara glared at him.

“Didn’t I say this week would be shit.” JJ said, looking over at you before turning and heading out toward the beach.

“Let’s just go back inside.” Sarah pleaded.

“Why were they even here?” Pope asked, casting a glance your way.

“Topper said someone texted Rafe about the party.” You said, “could have been anyone...he’s been down here with me before, he knows some of my Keys friends.”

“Whatever,” Kiara cut in, “we have three days left and I would love if we could just, not see them again for 72 hours. Is that possible?”

“I hope so.”

“I had a feeling you’d still be out here.” You said, walking up behind JJ on the beach. The light from the houses behind you did little to illuminate the night. The waves were lapping up the sand at JJ’s feet and he made no sign that he even knew you were there. You dropped the blanket you had around your shoulders and sat down, not bothering to straighten out the corners. “I know you’re pissed-“

“I’m not pissed.” He said, digging his heels in further. “I just...you and Rafe, seriously?” 

“It was different, at the beginning.”

“That’s just an excuse.”

“Maybe but...I was 14 when we first started dating and I really thought he liked me. But, he just liked that I was insecure and he tries to remind me of that every time he sees me.” You explained. “Rafe being down here doesn’t change what happened at the water park, I didn’t just kiss you because of him.” 

It’d happened during the lazy river ride that you had forced JJ to go on. He had spent most of the ride pushing your innertube with his foot and trying to tip you until it finally happened and you went over, sputtering to the surface and trying to grab at your inflatable tube as passersby tried to avoid the two of you. You’d pushed his innertube over in retaliation and he’d abandoned it to grab you and try to dunk you underwater.

Serendipitous maybe, as you twisted in his arms, turning to face him, he’d leaned down and kissed you.

“He keeps showing up.”

“I didn’t invite him.” 

JJ looked back at you before rubbing the heel of his hand across his cheeks and sniffing to get rid of the literal waterworks he’d been two seconds away from. This wasn’t the vacation he had signed up for. And maybe there had been some good parts so far but the complicated bits were starting to outweigh everything else. Still, he shifted back so he could sit on the blanket with you; a step in the right direction you hoped. 

“What’s in the bag?” He asked, looking over at the backpack you’d carried all the way out here with you. 

“I didn’t think you would want to go back to the party so I brought the party with me.” You replied, unzipping the main compartment to reveal the alcohol you had swiped from the house. “I don’t know if you wanna party with me-“

“Shut up and pass me a beer.” 

You smiled, grabbing a beer from the bag and handing it to JJ. Without warning he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him, leaning back on his other elbow as he did. You caught yourself, pressing your hand into the blanket to hold yourself up and realizing you were hovering over him. 

“I, uh-“ you stammered, licking your lips briefly before JJ let go of your wrist and put his hand on the back of your neck, leading you into a kiss. You kissed back, ignoring the feeling of the beer bottle cap scratching your hand as you shifted to be closer to JJ, moving your knee between his legs so you were almost straddling him. 

“Are you sure?” You asked when you pulled away to move your hand from the beer bottle. You frowned when you glanced at it, holding it up so JJ could see the cut. He took your wrist, kissing over the small cut on your palm. “I’m not really good at casual things,” you admitted.

“Is that what this is?”

You shook your head before leaning in to kiss him again. While you held yourself up with the hand that had been cut by the beer bottle your other hand moved to JJ’s stomach, fingers slipping beneath his shirt and dancing along the soft skin of his abdomen, just above his shorts. His grip on the back of your neck tightened ever so slightly as he held your face to his, pulling out of the kiss for the briefest of moments to look at you, “Are you sure?” He repeated your question though it had a different meaning.

“Yeah.” You nodded. It was dead on the beach this time of night and you were far enough down toward the water that no one could really see you from the houses though that didn’t stop this from being the most daring thing you’d ever done.

JJ shifted so that he was laying back on the blanket, pushing the backpack away from his body as you straddled his waist. His hands went to your hips, running over your ass and settling on the backs of your thighs when you leaned all the way forward to kiss him, bodies practically pressed together. You kissed along his jaw and down his neck, sucking a bruise into his skin. JJ’s breathing picked up as your right hand moved between your bodies, fingers unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts before you slipped your hand beneath them, grasping him. JJ bit down on his lip as he moaned, the sound coming up from his chest.

You pulled away from him, cool air rushing between your bodies as you sat back on your heels. He watched you, heart pounding in his chest, as you put your hands on the waistband of his shorts, ready to pull them down, “God, why are you not in a swimsuit.”

“Excuse me for not knowing I was gonna get lucky on the beach.”

“I’m gonna leave you on the beach for saying that,” you teased.

JJ’s hands held you in a vice grip, squeezing your hips, “not a chance.” He replied. He ran his hands up your sides to the hem of your bralette, fingers nudging the fabric up and you caught on to what he wanted, obliging him by lifting the top up over your head and tossing it to the side.

Your original plan of action went to hell though you could be upset when JJ wrapped his arms around your back and sat himself up, knocking you back and laying you down so he could hover over you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he kissed you.

“That was a neat trick.” You managed as he mirrored the hickey you’d left on him on your own neck. He smiled against your skin as his right hand moved across your stomach, fingers brushing against the underside of your breast. His mouth travelled down from your neck, kissing between your breasts before moving to the left, tongue darting out to flick over your nipple. His fingers twisted your other nipple at the same time and you tensed, hips shooting up to try and create some friction with his own. He sucks another bruise into your skin, just below your left breast before moving back up to kiss you.

The new position made it easier to get his shorts and briefs down and you manage to push them down to his thighs after you rid yourself of your own shorts. JJ leans his forehead against your collar, looking down at you with a sly smile. “No underwear?”

“I was in a hurry to get dressed.” You insisted, “now shut up.”

“I’m not the chatty one.”

“I’m not - holy shit!” You cursed as he slipped his hand between your thighs, coating his fingers before rubbing your clit. His middle finger circled the bundle of nerves before slipping down inside of you, just barely offering anything before repeating the cycle. When he kissed you he slipped his tongue in your mouth and you bit down gently, not enough to hurt him but enough to getting him going.

You tried to press yourself up into his hand but he pushed you down, slick fingers digging into your skin as he pressed you against the blanket. You whimpered when he pushed his hips into yours, his dick rubbing over your clit and you grip his hair as he tilts his head down to kiss and nip at your breasts again.

“Please, Jay,” you begged, unashamed and completely oblivious to your surroundings as he lined himself up and thrust in to you. He stilled for a moment once he was completely in, savoring the feeling of you until you tugged his hair. “Move.”

“God, you’re so desperate for me.” He teased, kissing beneath your chin and along your neck.

Finally he moves, thrusting into you. His pace quickens and you wrap your arms around him, digging your fingers into his back. He groans from the almost pain of the feeling, his hips hitting yours harder to give back as much as you’re giving him. You pulled him closer so that you could kiss him again. You’d be lying if you said that you had been on edge with JJ all day. That every touch and smile, the kiss in the lazy river, it all felt like foreplay as he thrust into you now, slipping his hand between your legs to rub your clit as he did, pushing you closer to the edge.

“JJ,” you whimpered, muscles in your stomach clenching as you felt yourself approaching your high.

JJ pressed his face into your neck, biting again at your collar, “I know,” was all he said, repeating it again when the rhythm he’d built up wavered slightly as he felt his own release approaching, “I know.”

One hand fisted the blanket beneath you as your release hit. You came, his name the only thing you could think of, and he came right after, the feeling of you tightening around him enough to pull an orgasm out of him. JJ held himself up on one arm, trembling above you, still connected as his hips still, his eyes on yours.

You sucked in a breath as he kissed the tender skin of your collar, red from his teeth, “have you ever gone skinny dipping?” You asked.

“Not in the Keys.” He replied, letting his upper body fall against you as well, all of him pressing into you.

“When I can move again...want to?”

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Life is Beautiful - I

Summary: You are a glass half full person, your life motto is "Life is too short to... Insert something and anything here". During your whole life you wanted something more, and even not knowing what it is, you put yourself to find out and get it, experiencing everything brilliant that the world offers - within the measure of what is safe, of course. The curious thing is that your way of living ended up rousing the interest of two vampires. One who sees beauty in everything and loves to exist, currently working with suicide prevention; and another one who no longer sees grace in things, in that boring immortality that never ends, and only complains about the Netflix catalog all the time.

Pairing: Jimin x reader / Taehyung x reader.

Genre: fluff, angst, future smut (very soft, ok?)...

Words: 7509.

Rating: +18

Warnings: As much as my writing is soft and light, and as these are not the main topic of the story, treated in a non-descriptive way, there are sensitive themes from the beginning of the first chapter to the end of the fic that can trigger sensitive people, like depression, suicide, addictions in general - Jimin literally works at a suicide prevention center here. SO PLEASE! Read responsibly, my intention when dealing with topics like this is always 1) dealing with them in myself, as a way of putting out part of my own healing process 2) generating identification in other people, so they can go through the difficult time a little less alone. THIS IS A STORY THAT SEES THE WORLD WITH POSITIVITY.

Chapter II Chapter III .

After some centuries of not living, all vampires go through a kind of midlife crisis in which everything loses its grace and eternity becomes endless boredom. Nothing new happens, humans are born, sometimes they are relevant to world history, they become vampire food or they die dull. Vampires do not need to sleep or use the bathroom, nor to feed more than once a month, so the days are long, and often lonely, which leads many of them to stand still without moving, looking at nothing until their thirst quits, forcing them to go after a pulsating neck. Many go through this phase as serial killers, with killing as their only source of pleasure, others prefer to hibernate in some dark place or tomb, because false death is more interesting than false life. Some never get past the phase.

Jimin is not like that. With almost a thousand years of existence he is totally in love with life. Every day when the sun rises and the sunlight forces him to stay indoors so as not to burst into flames, he spends his hours with a smile on his face, engaging in small banal hobbies, such as gardening or online courses at distance - after almost a decade of doing this, Jimin already has fifty-two certificates in different areas, and he is pretty pride of it. When night comes and he can go out and see the world it’s even more interesting, because humans ’nightlife isn’t as hectic as daytime, so those who live in those dark hours are different. There are those who do wrong things and commit crimes, those who have double lives or who keep secrets, there are people working to protect and save, like doctors and police, there are night guards and twenty-four hours convenience store attendants, groups of friends who spend the night partying until dawn, and those who feel lonely in their empty apartments unable to sleep... And this is the part that he likes the most: people.

He likes to meet random people in the empty metro, buy a drink for a girl who doesn't take her eyes off him and then dance with her, strike up a conversation with a homeless man under a marquee because he knows the guy must be lonely. Watching and learning about other lives keeps him alive, more than the blood he needs to drink.

He likes to get temporary jobs to have some human experience. He has worked in pizzerias, both in the kitchen - he was not very good, so he was put in the dishwasher - both in deliveries, and at a gas station, as a hotel receptionist... But now it looks like he found a job he wants to stay in, so much that it has been a year and he has not yet resigned. Perhaps Jimin has found his calling.

"It's okay... You are not alone, I'm here and I'll stay until you feel good again." He said with his sweet, angelical voice. "Can you get away from the sharp objects? Please?"

The voice on the other end of the line sounded like just a choked whisper, before the answer came, fast, heavy breathing filled the air.

"No... I can't..." The female sobbed.

"Can you tell me why?" Jimin's voice was calm. "I... my legs are numb... I can't... stand up." Her breathing was erratic and desperate.

"Are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance to be sent to you?" He used his most reassuring voice possible.

"No!" She started to cry even harder. "I don't want no one... to see me... like this." Jimin bite the inside of his cheek, thinking, maybe she just wasn't able to get up because of the anxiety attack, but she also didn't say she wasn't hurt.

Regardless of the case, he needed to make the girl trust him in order to help her.

"What is your name?" He smiled, hopping she would listen to it in his voice. "... Ana" She whispered. "Nice to meet you, Ana. Do you remember my name? I told you at the beginning of the call."

One moment of silence.

"Jimin." She said with little certainty.

"Exactly, good job. Hi, Ana." "Hi, Jimin." Despite the crying voice, she was no longer sobbing.

"Ana, can you recall the last thing you did that made you feel safe? Secure?" A sigh reached Jimin's ears. As he waited for an answer his hands moved over a sheet of paper, he was drawing a beautiful face of a girl with crayons, without paying much attention, but getting a beautiful result.

"No." She said at last.

"I know you can, Ana. No need to rush. Breath." She thought some more, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Almost a full minute passed, the two of them silent on the call. Jimin did not press for an answer.

"I was watching Friends... with my cat." "Your cat?" Jimin smiled more spontaneously now, noticing in her voice an oscillation of affection when saying the word cat. "Talk more about your cat."

"His name is Sushi, he's fat, full of himself, and loving. He likes children, food and sleeping. I recently bought him a cute collar, it looks like a pink bow tie." She almost laughed.

"Wow...He is a lucky cat." Suddenly she started to cry again, sobbing so hard that Jimin hardly understood what she was saying.

"He ran away and hasn't come back yet... He's never been away from home so long... He's all I have, there's no one else... I don't want to live... alone." "Is it just you and Sushi?" Jimin spoke more forcefully for her to hear over the sobs.

"Yes." She choked. "I can't get up... It hurts so much. I'm so-sorry..."

"Ana, do you need an ambulance to be sent to you?" He tried again. Silence.

"Yes." "So I will stay with you until they come to help you. You are not alone."

Jimin was a vampire in love with live, eager to live each day as if it were the most precious gift, so working in the Center of Valuing Life and Preventing Suicide was perfect. He considers himself an expert in convincing anyone that life is beautiful when he has the opportunity to say everything he thinks about. And not letting people feel alone is one of his favorite hobbies.

After all, eternity can be quite lonely, he knows how it is.

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That call is over. Jimin was searching for missing cat posts on social media. In the silent office room it was just him and three other people working, each at their separated personal table. Perhaps due to the nature of the work, or due to the late hours of the night, nobody spoke loudly or made a lot of noise when doing things, even when talking to each other, everything is always very restrained, calm.

Jimin's eyes followed the clock hands on the wall above the door. It was almost one in the morning, actually, to be exact, twelve minutes to go, so in two minutes, you would punctually enter that door with your heavy backpack full of books, of someone who just left college on the other side of the city, and after stopping at a twenty-four hours fast food to get a well-deserved burger spent an hour on a subway trip. He could already hear your footsteps down the hall, the characteristic sound of the rubber on the soles of your boots and your bunch of keys stuck in the handle of your backpack tinkling. He heard you putting your stuff in your closet and hanging your coat on the rack in the next room, and a smile formed on Jimin's face. When the hand on the clock struck ten to one and you opened the door trying not to make any noise so as not to disturb anyone's call, Jimin pretended not to notice you entering, not taking his eyes off the computer screen full of images of cute cats. You straightened up and held firmly the pair of coffee cups in your hands till the knots turned white, looking straight at him - in fact, from the moment you walked through the door you were already expecting to see Jimin sitting at his table, as always, and since then you haven't looked away. Walking in light steps - that he could hear by the way - to him who had his back to you, you tried to control the butterflies in your stomach, happy he wasn't in a call right now.

"Jimin?" You called softly, close to his ear, but not that close. Yet. Jimin contained a smile and turned around as if you had taken him by surprise. "Hey, Y/N, didn't see you there". As usual, his direct look made your heart race and you gave a nervous laugh before getting along with his flirty tone. "I bought you coffee." You handed him one of the cups. "To take the night shift a little better."

"Thanks, sweetheart."

You are the other reason Jimin didn't quit this job yet. A few weeks ago, when he was working long enough to decide to leave and go for the next adventure, you started working at the night shift, and right away you caught Jimin's attention, even though at first you didn't talk with him that much - in fact you only talked to the women on the team, and avoided the men. More than once he found himself paying attention to your emergency calls, how you talk, being positive without being suffocating for those in pain ... how you love life. After a while you started doing the same thing, a little less easily, since you don't have a vampire audition, but it was enough for you to acquire a platonic crush on Jimin, which resulted in you opening up, and you two start talking here and there. Now almost whenever you have time or money left over - college life is poor life - you bring him coffee. Jimin doesn't actually drink coffee at all, and he doesn't feel sleepy either, but he thinks it's cute that you worry for him. You see each other three to four times a week, depending on the schedule of work, and he is always eager to see you. Flirting is exciting, and he hasn't done that in a while... Like two centuries, and how it was done back there was quite different. Other times indeed.

"Did you lose your cat?" You asked, confused.

"Oh, no, I didn't." He closed the page with the photo of a white and gray cat wearing a pink bow tie.. "One friend of mine lost her cat, Sushi." "Poor thing. I hope she finds Sushi soon..." You slightly pouted.

"Me too. I'll help her." Jimin said, and the butterflies in your stomach thought it was beautiful.

Something on his desk caught your attention, a colorful draw of said cat made with crayon. Before Jimin could stop you - he was distracted by hearing your heart beat faster because of him - you picked up the stack of papers to get a closer look.

"And you drew him! How beautiful... I didn't know you were so talented." "Thank you. My friend who taught me, he is much better than me..." Jimin simply answered.

You moved on to the next sheet, where another sketch of the cat in different colors made your eyes shine. "So he must be awesome. Look at this!" Jimin was happy to be praised by you, the pink of your cheeks when speaking was a beautiful sign for him, but then he remembered what was the next drawing in your hands, and before you could see it, he cleared his throat and took them back, keeping them in the drawer. It was a drawing of a girl's pretty face. Your face. "They are not quite ready yet..." He pretended modesty.

"Oh, sorry. If you need help, just tell me. I can hang up posters or something. About finding the lost cat, I mean." You volunteered, and then looked around. "I better get to work before someone scolds me."

You went to your desk, across his, and your eyes met a few more times before as you sat down and turned on your computer. Jimin's phone rang and he forced himself to look away from your face, someone else needed him now. "Good night, my name is Jimin and you called the Life Valuation Center. Can I help?" He spoke, his voice welcome and full of affection. ________________________________________________________________

Jimin's shift ends before yours, just before three in the morning he puts things away and leaves the table ready for the person who will use the next shift, but he won't leave, even if everyone thinks so. Instead he goes to the roof to look at the stars and wait for you to leave - not that you know he is waiting for you. He was listening to a random playlist on spotify, stretching his body to the beat just because it feels good, thinking about nothing specific, just existing and feeling good about it.

The night breeze brought his scent to him, looking down from the parapet, he could see you leaving the building, with your scarf well wrapped around your neck, covering half of your face to protect you from the cold air. He doesn't understand you... It's beautiful that you want to help people who are going through a difficult time, and you've commented before that the night shift matches your other schedules, and that you like to stay up at night. However, he thinks you should consider it's not worth it. It's so late and empty when you go home, it's dangerous for a human woman, and as much as he knows that you have a pocketknife in your pocket, Jimin thinks it's silly of you. Usually he wouldn't think much about it, but it's you, and he is fond of you, he can't just do nothing about it. So even if you don't know it, he accompanies you home every night to make sure you are safe. He is only satisfied and goes home when he hears you enter your room. Sometimes he stays a little longer, sitting on the emergency stairs outside your building, listening to you walking up and down in your room, doing whatever, instead of going to sleep soon.

That's kind of creepy. He knows. But he is a vampire, he is already creepy in essence. But of course he would never watch you sleep, for exemple, this is a stalker limit that he does not intend to cross.

"Okay." He sighed as he heard you getting into bed. "I have one hour and a half before the sun rises... Let's find that cat." __________________________________________

You were awake for a couple of hours already, currently packing your books at the end of a lecture, really needing sugar to feel prepared before the last class of the day, and excited that instead of going to the study group you are a part of, you will take an experimental dance class and it's your day off, which means that instead of staying up until dawn working, you can stay up until dawn studying, and maybe sleep a little earlier. Life is too short to not take all the free trial classes available just because your schedule is already full and totally demanding. Anyways you are dead tired, wishing your body doesn't need to sleep... Since you started to work on the Life Valuation Center all your sleeping schedule went down the drain. At first your plan was to work the night shift only at the beginning, and then change your hours, but for some reason you always liked to stay up all night, also the movement of calls in this period is bigger and more specific, which helps in your internship report, and of course, in the day shift there is no Jimin... You've settled in, and now after months of this crazy, fickle routine, your body is feeling the side effects.

"Three of this rainbow donuts please." You asked at the college cafe. One because you want, two because one is not enough, three because you are greedy. Life is too short not to overeat your current favorite sugar source. You sigh to yourself, taking a seat along your friends. Your mantra for life is life is too short to...insert anything here, experimenting and doing things that you never imagined before and that your mother probably wouldn't approve a hundred percent is what moves you. Basically nothing scares you, since childhood you were courageous and fearless. You subject yourself to almost anything, within the measures of what is safe, to have good stories to tell. The world is too big to be content with just having good grades to graduate and have a good job. What you want is much more... so much more that you don't even know what... But it’s not just because you don’t know yet that you’ll stand still without going after it to find out.

"Hey, Y/N, what are you gonna do on the weekend?" Your friend, Becca, asked comfortably within her girlfriend's embrace. As usual, whenever you see the two of them together being all lovey dovey, you feel a twinge of pride in your heart, because you were responsible for them to start dating in the first place. Although your romantic life is not very interesting, without serious or successful relationships, you are a great cupid.

"For the very first time in months... I don't know. I didn't plan anything, maybe something will show up, if not I'm just going to sleep. Why?" You smiled your happy smile of eating what you like.

"Pool party. You need to get a tan, you look like a vampire with that pale, tired face of yours."

You laughed because it's true, since you started changing the day for the night, your skin has acquired a not healthy tone that you are not used to. You've been missing the sun a little.

"First of all, I'm too cute to be a vampire. Second, yeah I'll think about it, I have a new bikini I haven't worn yet that makes my breasts look stunning." One of your friends that was sitting by your side put his arm over your shoulder. "I changed my mind, I'm going to this party." He loudly said. The girls in the group didn't laugh at all. "Shut up, Mike." You playfully pushed him. ________________________________________________________________

This was the second night that Jimin was looking for the cat, Sushi. It was not difficult to find out the address of it’s owner, since he had to activate an ambulance for her, and with that he started looking for the animal in her neighborhood. Passing through the empty streets at night after his work shift, he could see the girl's tracks leaving "missing" posters with a picture of a kitten wearing a pink bow tie, on lampposts and bus stops. At first Jimin thought it was going to be easy, with his keen vampire senses, but all he found were stray cats that weren't Sushi. The second night of searching was already ending, the sun was rising, threatening to make him explode into ashes if he didn't come home soon, and no clue as to where to look the next night he had.

Before getting into the car and driving home, Jimin took one last look at the slightly open curtains in the girl's room, Ana, just to make sure she was okay. She had been discharged from the hospital that afternoon and was now sleeping on the couch, probably medicated. Jimin didn't want to leave her alone, but he couldn't just walk into her apartment and offer help, for now all he could do was find a way to find the cat. ________________________________________________________________ Jimin lives in an old pretty house in the wealthiest part of the city, it isn't a mansion, but it is big and expensive enough to impress anyone who sees it, privileges of centuries of saved money. It's a cliché, but vampires dress in designer clothes, ride luxury cars and live in expensive mansions, houses, apartments, and Jimin is no exception.

From one of the main rooms, behind a heavy curtain, hidden in the gloom, was another vampire, watching the street with intent, expressionless eyes. When Jimin's car turned the corner and up the wide street lined with huge trees, the vampire got uneasy, his beautiful restless hands worrying the hem of his sleeves. He was anxious and angry, if his heart was still beating it would be racing. The garage door opened and the car entered, disappearing from view, in the next second the vampire was no longer in the room but in front of the door leading to the garage, waiting in the empty, dark hall. The knob turned the door slightly opened, Jimin with his head down did not seem to notice the presence of the other before being attacked.

"AH!" Jimin screamed as long arms embraced his neck. If it wasn't for the wall behind him he would have fallen, yet he had no escape, with a body much larger than his overpowering him. "Taehyungie!"

"You are late! Is the second day in a row you get home after sunrise! Are you trying to die?" Taehyung said, and didn't let Jimin go just yet. "It's okay. I was careful, I just had to do a few things before I came home. Look, there's not even smoke coming out of me." Jimin ran his hands over Tae's back, making him relax. The other stepped back a little, taking his face in his big hands.

"You could have sent a message. I asked you to let me know if you were going to be late again, Jiminie..." Tae pouted, still distressed. "And why do your clothes smell like garbage? Take it off."

Even feeling deprived of affection, Taehyung walked away looking disgusted, covering his nose with two fingers. Jimin obeyed, taking off his sneakers, jacket and jeans, following Taehyung through the corridor to the laundry room, where he put everything in a basket to wash later, and also exchanged the shirt for a clean one too. "I went into some alleys today, looking for a cat. That's why." Jimin explained, feeling much more comfortable in not smelling bad.

"And where's it? I don't think Tannie will like to share the house with a cat..." "Where is what?" Jimin was confused. Tae crossed his arms.

"The cat?"

"Oh no!" Jimin laughed, reaching for Tae to take him by the shoulders. "I wasn't looking for a cat to bring home, as much as I would love one as a pet... It's the cat of a girl I met, and is very sad to have lost it..."

"I got it..." Taehyung mumbled.

Jimin was just helping someone. Again. And Taehyung couldn't say exactly why it bothers him so much every time, but it does, he feels distressed, almost as if the world around him collapsed, and it makes him think he's being overdramatic. Live an eternity when you can't even put your feelings out in moments of frustration. Damn, it is conflicting... If vampires could cry, he would. But never that he would let Jimin discover that he feels that way.

It was Jimin's turn to take Tae's face in his little hands.

"You are so skinny. When was the last time you fed?" Taehyung didn't answer.

"You don't even remember, right?" Jimin's eyes went worried. "Did you see that I brought some O- packs for you? I left it in the fridge."

"No, I didn't." A shy smile spread across Tae's face. O- is his favorite blood type, but because it is a not so common type, and humans need transplantation, it's not always that Jimin brings it to him, usually opting for his second favorite flavor or other one available.

Jimin has been trying to cheer his friend up with little treats. It has been a difficult phase, in which he thinks Tae is going through the vampiric midlife crisis. He hasn't been out of the house for almost two decades and does nothing without a little external motivation, even the simplest things like eating. So Jimin tries to bring the best blood types to fill the fridge, signed all available streaming platforms, updates Taehyung's video game consoles as soon as a new model comes out, tries to get him interested in new hobbies - which never works but he doesn't give up - and he even adopted a puppy so that Tae would never be alone.

"Come." Jimin pulled him by the hand to their modern practically untouched kitchen, opened the fridge and picked two packs of blood, the dark liquid shining at the cold light. “In my room or yours?"

"Yours."

The two of them got to Jimin's room, followed by the sound of four paws scraping the polished wooden floor, Yeontan chasing them closely. Jimin pulled the covers off the clean bed, on which he rarely lies down, so they could get more comfortable. Tae laid on his back, against the pile of smooth pillows, carefully opening a packet of blood to not spill a single drop, and put a stainless steel straw in the opening. Jimin turned on the TV, put the dog in the bed, and cuddled Tae's side, with his head on his chest.

"What show have you been watching?" Jimin asked.

"None. I've been looking for something interesting in this shit for days and I can't find anything." Tae took a sip of his blood with a pout.

Jimin chuckled. "I'm choosing then."

A moment of silence followed, in which the only sound was of Tae drinking the rest of his first pack, and then opening another one.

"I think I need to shower..." Jimin commented.

Taehyung's arm that was around Jimin tightened. "Not now. Later." Jimin laughed, thinking it was cute. An idea crossed his mind, another small treat.

"Do you want to bath with me instead?" He looked up to Tae.

Tae hold tightened even more.

"Not now. Later. Now we cuddle."

As if agreeing, Yeontan climbed over the two vampires, finding a comfortable place to lie down and join the cuddle pile.

"Ok."

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Tonight you didn't have time to talk to Jimin when you arrived at work, he was on a call, and it seemed really serious. You didn't have the money to buy extra coffee even for yourself, so you hadn't an excuse to pass quietly by his desk to leave a post-it written "Hi :)". In those circumstances, you went straight to your desk to work, to do your best to be a good listener.

To your surprise, making your heart melt and your breath hold at the bottom of the throat, you saw at the top of your computer screen a post-it with a "Hi, sweetheart." written on it, and another one with a "Look in the fridge.". After working with him for that time, regularly doing some paperwork like filling out documentation and such things, you could say for sure that this was Jimin's handwriting, besides, only he calls you sweetheart.

You checked the clock on the wall with an eager look and a silly smile. As you always arrive ten minutes early, there was time to go to the break room quickly, and look inside the fridge before starting to work. And so you did. The break room was nothing more than a small table with a few chairs, a small couch, a sink, an old coffee machine, a microwave and the refrigerator, all in a tight space lit by white lights that leave the place a little impersonal. None of your co-workers were there, as usual. You crossed the small room to the fridge and opened it trying not to make a noise, more out of habit than necessity.

The interior was very empty, with some forgotten lunchboxes, but that didn't interest you. Your goal was right in the middle. A big cup of iced coffee, from a franchise that you don't usually buy from because you find it a little too expensive for your student budget, with your name written on a post-it on top of it.

"Y/N, I wanted to be me treating you today. Hope you like it."

That coffee was as cold as Jimin's fingertips when touching yours, but it warmed your heart. Sometimes you question yourself if it's healthy how head over heels you are for this guy, for so little.

Back at your desk, now with your iced coffee, you wrote a post-it and pasted it on the back of your computer screen, where Jimin could see it. "Thanks :)" Then you started to work. Other people needed you now. ________________________________________________________________ On your fifteen minutes break time, you were leaving the restroom, passing a moisturizing hand cream - because you swear that the soap in this place dries out your skin, and god forbid you from harsh hands -, the sound of the break room's door opening made you lift your eyes from the floor. It was Jimin. He don't take breaks, it's not like he needs it, he doesn't get tired, but he didn't get the chance to talk to you today yet, so as soon he saw you stretching in your chair, indicating that you would soon get up to go to the bathroom - yes, he learned your routine and mannerisms - he discreetly left the room to meet you by coincidence in the hall afterwards.

"Hi, Y/N. Did you like the coffee?" He charmly smiled at you, he was eager to ask it to you, to find out if he made the right choice of flavor, or if he made a bad mistake and you hated it - he couldn't help thinking about that possibility. Anyway, he was looking forward to your approval.

The truth is that you were so stunned by his caring that it didn't matter what the flavor was.

"Actually, yes. I love vanilla flavored things. It's basic but it makes me happy." You fixed your hair, pulling it behind your ears. Jimin could tell by your smile and your heated face that you aren't lying.

"Nice. I wanted to make you happy." He approached you, more than is suitable for the work environment, and it made you nervous, and of course he noticed. But it was okay, if someone came close he would hear and walk away before they could see you, too bad he couldn't tell you that.

"Mission completed successfully." You said, without looking away from his eyes - no matter how much part of you shouted at you to do it, your heart felt like it was going to explode. Well, your heart has a limit, so you changed the subject. "Did your friend find her cat?" Sadness took over Jimin's eyes.

"Unfortunately not. I've been looking for him for two days and nothing, I swear I think I've looked in every street, alley and trash can. I don't want to think like that, but I think Sushi is no longer with us." He sighed, clearly frustrated. You had the impulse to rub his forearms to comfort him, it was the very first time you really touched him. "If he is a cat that wasn't accustomed to getting out, and didn't know how to walk on the street, it is possible that something bad happened... But! He's a cat, if he used to go out often, he might have some other house, other owners, and that's why he hasn't come back yet." You optimistically said.

A smile spread in Jimin's face.

"That makes sense! She told me something like 'He's never been away from home for so long', there's hope then. And you also gave me an idea. Thank you, Y/N." He pulled you into a hug, and you thought you could die.

"You welcome." You said against his chest, deciding not to waste the opportunity to return the hug. ________________________________________________________________ The day was perfect for a vampire walk in the daytime. Cloudy and rainy. No deadly sunbeams and an excuse to use an umbrella without calling attention to it. After the tip you gave, Jimin looked in the right place after accompanying you home that night, and in less than an hour he was outside the window of two children's rooms, in a ground floor apartment, looking inside, and sleeping between the feet of one of the children was the cat, he wasn't with his bow tie but there was no mistake, Jimin was sure. Even without being able to enter - vampiric rules, you only can get in somebody's house if invited, or else you explode as if you were under sunlight - Jimin could smell cat all over the house, and the windows all had anti-escape screens, which indicated that it was a family of cat people.

Jimin would need to come back to pick the cat during the day, knock on the front door and politely ask. That's why heavy weather is perfect. With a dark couture coat, covering all from his neck to the back of his hands, to his knees, a design hat and sunglasses, and last but nos least, a big umbrella, he approached the lower middle class apartment complex. Without hesitation he raised his hand and knocked. Some seconds passed by, sound of kids running inside and a voice of a famale scolding them muffled by the closed door, and then a little girl, maybe six-year-old, appeared in Jimin's field of vision, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen after all.

"Hello." Jimin smiled. "Are your parents home?"

She smiled at him, but shook her head negatively.

"Jo, who is it?" An older girl opened the door wider and faced Jimin with a frown that fell apart when she saw his smile. Great, a teenager, he thought. "What do you want?"

"Sorry to bother, I really wanted to talk to an adult, but..." Jimin lifted his phone, the screen showing Sushi's missed post. "I saw my friend's cat on your window."

The older girl narrowed her eyes as she looked at the photo, but before she could answer, the little girl she called Jo before ran away.

"No!" She screamed, disappearing inside the apartment, and then slamming a door somewhere.

"Sorry for that, please wait a minute." The teenager closed the door on his face, and he could hear her shouting and scolding the girl little inside. He was starting to lose his patience. Jimin doesn't like to be ignored at all. Should he knock again and use his mind control powers to get the cat? He was pondering the idea when the door opened again, the two girls were still loudly arguing inside, and this time it was a small boy who must be the middle sibling in front of him.

"Hi, grandma said to tell you to come in." He mumbled.

"So you are letting me get in your house?" Jimin asked with a satisfied grin.

"Yeah... follow me." The boy was avoiding eye contact, being shy. Jimin thought he was adorable.

Jimin followed the boy to a tiny living room, where an old woman was sitting in front of the TV. The girls were now silent, but clearly wanting to argue some more, and the small one was with Sushi in her arms. Jimin sighed, he likes children, a lot, even though he doesn't live with many, but he likes them even more when they're not having a tantrum.

"Hello. Please, take a seat." The old lady pointed to the old couch. The vampire obliged, and almost immediately a fat orange cat jumped into his lap. In this small room alone he could see three more of them. "So, why do you want to steal one of my babies?" Steal? Jimin was slightly offended, he already explained himself, but the chaotic situation created a misunderstanding. "I'm not here to steal nothing, ma'am." He showed his cellphone again. "One of your cats is Sushi, my friend's cat."

"That's not his name!" The little girl shouted tapping a foot on the floor in anger. Jimin just raised his eyebrows at her, making her swallow hard. But he is in control of the situation, so Jimin smiled to remain pleasant.

"Of course it is. Just watch, little one." He reached out to call the cat. "Come here, Sushi." Even though the cat didn't know Jimin to trust him - and these people don't need to know that - cats are creatures of the night, strongly attached to magic and protection in the dark hours, and in the hierarchy of the night they obeyed vampires. The only things that cats respect more than vampires are witches and their own owners whom they protect. As Jimin expected, Sushi jumped off the girl's tight hold and went over to him.

"Good boy. Ana is missing you like hell." Jimin scratched behind his ears. Before someone else could say anything, he proceeded. "When he got lost he was using a pink bow tie." The old lady was still with Jimin cellphone in her hand, and he could see she was convinced he know the cat, but wasn't intending on letting him leave with him yet.

"I'm seeing it in the post, but there was no tie when we got him." She replied. "You just didn't see it, ma'am." Jimin was tired of this conversation, it was being a lot less nice than he imagined on his way there. When he looked to the little girl to talk to her, his eyes were intense and powerful, and his voice was full of authority. "Go get the tie where you hid it, little one."

Mesmerized by Jimin's power, the girl didn't even blink or say anything as she obeyed, turned around and ran to one of the rooms. Jimin doesn't use hypnosis very often but he has fun every time. She got back with it and handed it to him.

"Thanks." He removed the effect and the little girl blinked a few times before understanding what happened.

The old lady was clearly angry with the girl, but it wasn't Jimin's business. "Well I think that's all. We are going now." Jimin got up from the couch.

"Wait!" The teenager snapped. "Jo lied about the bow to keep the cat, and that's bad, but she already loves him! You can't just take him away!"

Jimin was almost on the door.

"Of course I can. Besides, it's not because what she did is bad, young lady. It's because my friend loves him, actually this cat is Ana's family. No one should live alone, right?"

"Right!" The old lady got up too. "I'll get you to the door, tell our friend we are sorry."

"I will. Thank you." ________________________________________________________________

"You found the cat!" Tae sniffed the back of Jimin's neck. "Where is it?"

Jimin was putting the clothes he was using to wash, to remove the smell of cat and the places he passed by. And to get comfortable, as is his habit when he gets home, he just stayed in his underwear and t-shirt.

"I already gave him back to his owner." In the next second Jimin was dropping himself on the leather couch.

"And how was it? Did she thank you with tears in her eyes?" Tae leaned over the back of the sofa with his chin in his hands.

Jimin chuckled, Taehyung's thirst for drama is funny, and he's always been like that. And at least that doesn't seem to have changed...

"Well... She cried a lot when she found him in the window. She looked really happy!" Jimin sang. He was really happy too. He helped someone to find their smile again, even if it is a little bit, it made him really proud of himself, a warm feeling in his chest telling him it was the right thing to do, and that he should do it again if he gets the opportunity. Taehyung's expression changed, suddenly he was disinterested.

"You didn't even talk to her? Just left the cat there for her to find?"

"Well, yeah." Jimin threw his hair back. "I couldn't risk she recognizing my voice and thinking I was stalking her. Scaring her was not the goal, Tae, quite the contrary..."

Taehyung stared at him in silence for what felt a whole minute - maybe it really was, vampires perceive time differently. "You are not a secret superhero, Jimin. You are a vampire." Said that he got back to his room.

Jimin doesn't understand. These outbursts and mood swings leave him confused. And it's not like he hasn't already tried to talk. This... This he doesn't recognize in Taehyung. It hurt his feelings and at same time he feels it is partially his faut. "I can be both if I want to!" He exclaimed.

No answer. To find somebody who would be happy for him and understand the euphoria he felt for saving a little bit that girl he went through his contact list. A lot of vampire names - a lot is maybe an exaggeration, since he doesn't have many friends at all - who wouldn't be rude, but wouldn't understand, and also some former human colleagues from past jobs with whom he hasn't spoken in a long time and maybe should erase the number... And you. Of course you are the obvious choice. You had sympathy for the case from the beginning, even offered to help. And if it weren't for you he wouldn't have succeeded...

Jimin: hey sweetheart Jimin: I found sushi! Jimin: thanks to you btw He sent the messages, hoping it wouldn't be strange. It wasn't the first time you two texted before, but it was just an exchange of memes and silly flirt... without compromise talk. And what he wanted this time was different. You took too long to answer, and he wondered if you were in class and if he was bothering you. He wanted everything but to mess it up with you right now. Maybe he should've checked your class schedule for the week to make sure he texted you when he was sure you were free. But he was so eager to talk to someone... with you. He gave up waiting and went after doing something productive. Crochet dolls. He was doing a mini Taehyung, with red eyes and little cute fangs - an apology for later, neither of them like fighting with each other, even if you can't call that earlier thing a fight- when his cell phone started to crazily vibrate and beep.

You: OMG! You: thts amazing! You: sorry i didn't aswr before You: I was taking a nap hehe You: anyways You: i'm so happy u found him You: [image.jpg] You: ur friend must be even happier :) You: what do u mean thanx to me? You: sorry i spammed u :( Jimin can't handle you. You are too cute. You literally sent him a photo of you with an enormous smile, cheering, to show him your reaction. And you were with your hair all messed and the puffy face of someone who just woke up. Precious. Jimin: no problem, sweetheart Jimin: you said to look in other owners' houses. basically. I found him with a old cat lady with three grandchildren Jimin: you are looking cute btw You: OwO You: i'm looking like shit Jimin You: BUT thats awesome You: if it was me id be crying til my eyes fall You weren't even there with him, in person, and you were putting a smile on his face. How dare you say you look like shit when you have those perfect cute cheeks? So alive...

Jimin: EXACTLY. that's why I wanted to find him so much. Jimin: and because you helped me, I want to reward you Jimin: i know you don't work today. me neither. do you want to go out for coffee in a nice place? You took too long to answer again, and that's because your heart is exploding and knees trembling while you stare at your cell phone screen, standing midway in your kitchen. You: u dont need to. i did nothing. This time Jimin took too long to answer. He was making a decision. To be more straightforward. More honest. Until now he was dictating a slow pace for your flirting, because for him romance is like that. But what if he tries to speed things up a bit? Or if he lets you command? How would things be?

Jimin: Y/N, respect my excuse to ask you out.

He knew what your answer would be. Even so, he felt anxious, hearing a non-existent heartbeat in his ear, while the three dots indicated that you were typing.

You: ok. what time do you come to pick me?

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What If I Never Get Over You (Part 3) - Chris Evans Imagine

Summary: It’s the day of Y/N and Cody’s wedding, and Chris has every intention to stop the love of his life marrying someone else.

Word Count: 2892

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, mentions of unable to carry children/get pregnant

Author's Note: Final chapter of the mini-series, and it was NOT easy to write. I wrote two completely different drafts before I decided THIS one was the perfect way to end it. I hope you like it.

[Part 1] /// [Part 2]

Chris sat in the back of the church in his best black suit. His heart ached as he watched Y/N in a beautiful white dress slowly walk down the aisle. A small part of him was hoping Y/N would look back at the crowd and see him sitting in the back row. It killed him knowing it wasn't him at the other end of the aisle. For years, he always knew Y/N was the one he was going to spend the rest of his life with, build a home with, and fill it up with as many kids as possible.

The pastor said, "If anyone can show cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

Chris stood up from his seat and shouted, "I object!"

Except something came out. No one heard him. He tried again, but no one flinched at his words. He realized nothing came out, no matter how many times he opened his mouth and shouted. He got out of the pew and rushed towards Y/N. He literally stood in front of her and Cody, as they continued with the wedding as if he was invisible.

He fell down to his knees, feeling like he can't breathe as tears slowly fell down Chris' cheeks. He knew this was it. It was over for him as Y/N kissed her newly wedded husband.

Chris sat up from his bed, his chest heaving as he panted heavily. A sense of relief washed over him as he realized it was just a nightmare. The clock on his nightstand read 3:05AM. He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. He swung his legs over and carefully got out of bed.

In the dark, Chris made his way to the kitchen. He turned on the stove light to illuminate the kitchen as he made himself a cup of hot tea. He put a tea bag in his favorite mug before he watched a cup of water go in circles in the microwave. His mind drifted back to a moment he'll never forget three years ago.

The drive to the church wasn't far. Although Chris was speeding down the familiar streets of Boston, it felt like he was never gonna get there. Time was going by so slow and it didn't help that he had a million things running on his mind.

How does he stop a wedding? He's never witnessed one in real life. He's only seen them on movies and tv shows, but those have always been overly dramatic and unrealistic for his liking. His anxiety picked up as he wondered what the guest would say or do, how fast they would put it out on the social media world. For a split second, he worried what the headlines would say and what the whole world had to say.

He shook his head, letting his mind wonder about something more important. He wondered what he would do if she still didn't pick him, what if she goes on with the wedding and forever leaves Chris behind?

He slammed on the brakes in front of the church, not caring about parking in front of a No Parking Zone. He ran up the stairs, two steps at a time, and opened the double wooden doors. The lobby was empty for the most part except for one person who was on the phone. He ignored her and walked to the other set of doors that led to the main church. It wasn't empty, but it wasn't full either. A few people were fixing the decorations. Chris furrowed his eyebrows, he knew the wedding was starting soon. He wasn't early. The church should be filled with people.

Chris stopped a woman who walked towards his direction with a vase of flowers in her hands. "Excuse me, could you tell me where the bride's room is?"

"Sure. Go back out to the lobby, take a left. Then, go down the hall until you reach the fourth door on the right," she instructed.

"Thanks!" Chris quickly said before taking off to the bride's room.

It didn't take long to get there. He opened the door and was surprised to see it empty except for a girl standing in the middle of the room. She wore a black pencil skirt with a matching blazer. She spoke to her headset as she looked down at her clipboard, too focused on what was written while talking to someone on the other line.

Chris took a step towards her, causing her to look up and gasp. She placed a hand on her racing heart. "I'm sorry, there's someone here, I have to go. Chow!" She pressed the end button. "How can I help you, sir?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm looking for the bride," Chris said. "Any chance I can speak to her real quick? It's important."

"There is no bride."

Chris' heart dropped to his stomach. "I'm sorry, what?"

"She called off the wedding about an hour ago. My team and I are trying as quickly as we can to inform the guest. I'm sorry we didn't tell you any sooner to save yourself the trip," she said before she eyed him down. He wore a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a long sleeve, that showed off his very muscular arms. "But I'm guessing you weren't here to see the wedding," she said, knowing this wasn't the first wedding to be stopped by an ex.

"Okay, thanks," Chris pulled out his phone from his pocket as he walked out of the church. Luckily, no one hadn't towed his car or given him a ticket yet. He looked down at his phone, staring at her contact information. He hadn't called her since the break up. He doesn't even know if that's still her number. He dialed, his heart ready to explode out of his chest after each ring.

"Hello?" A guy spoke on the other line.

Chris didn't know who it was. "Is Y/N there?"

"You know, a lot of people ask for her, but you have the wrong number, dude. But I hope you find her, and if you do, can you tell her to tell everyone she knows she changed her number so they can stop calling me," the gentleman hung up, extremely annoyed that someone else had called for a woman he didn't even know.

Chris quickly got in the car and slowly drove off, not knowing where to go. He thought about going to her place, but he figured if he was in her situation, being at home is the last place he would want to be after calling off his own wedding.

She's not getting married, he kept thinking to himself. Tears welled up in his eyes as he was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. He wanted to find her and see what happened. He wanted to know why she called off the wedding. More importantly, he still wanted to tell her how much he still loves her.

Chris let out a high sigh as he pulled up to his driveway. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back on the headrest. He was grateful Scott offered to take Kayla for the day. It was bad enough he knew it was her wedding day, but somehow it felt worse that there was no wedding and he didn't know how to get a hold of her. He didn't know where she could be.

He stepped out of the car and walked around to the side entrance of his house. He stopped on his tracks when he saw Y/N sitting down on the steps, waiting for him. She looked up as she heard his footsteps. Chris immediately noticed her red, puffy eyes. He didn't know what to say, but he knew he wanted to run up to her, wrap his arms around her, kiss her, and never let her go again. Instead, he sat down next to her on the steps, waiting for her to say the first word.

"I called off the wedding," she finally said after a few minutes of silence. She couldn't look at him though. She was too scared to see his reaction.

"I know. I went to the church." She quickly turned her head to see him, her heart stopping at his words. He looked into her tear filled eyes and said, "I wanted to stop you from getting married."

She felt a small weight off her shoulders, a sense of relief that he didn't show up to the wedding to give her his best wishes. But, she still had some questions and she still needed some answers.

"Why did you do it, Chris?" Her voice cracked.

Chris looked away from her, knowing she wasn't asking about why he showed up to the church. She was referring to what happened years ago. He wasn't gonna sugar coat it. He also didn't want to elaborate on the details more than he needed to.

"I was overwhelmed with everything going on at the time. I hadn't seen you in almost a year. That was the longest we had never gone without seeing each other. One night, I was feeling extra lonely and I got drunk at a party with the cast and crew, and then..." Chris stopped, unable to say the next words, but Y/N knew exactly what happened next. Chris closed his eyes and shook his head, mad at himself for what he did.

"I didn't tell you at first when it happened." Chris noticed the shock expression on her face, but continued on with the story. "Because it meant nothing. It didn't mean anything to me. When she told me she was pregnant a couple of months later, I didn't believe her. She agreed to do a DNA test. Turns out, she was right. Kayla is mine."

Y/N noticed his lips forming a smile as he said the last sentence for a few minutes before it vanished.

"But now, I can't say I regret what happened and I wished it had never happened, because then I wouldn't have Kayla."

Y/N heart broke a little bit. Since they dated in high school, she knew how much Chris wanted to be a father and have a big family. It killed her that she couldn't give him that.

"It was easier to break up with you then to tell you the truth. I thought it would hurt less to break up with you than finding out I cheated and having a baby with someone else. I knew the truth wasn't gonna get out there because Abby and I agreed we were going to keep Kayla as quiet as possible. We didn't want the media to constantly be harassing an innocent child. It's worked so far. No one knows I'm a father. People think she's one of my nieces' friends when I take them all out together."

Y/N nodded completely understanding why Chris kept Kayla away from the public. A part of her was really impressed he's managed to keep it a secret this long.

"Y/N," he looked into her eyes. "These are not excuses. It doesn't justify what I did wrong. I know what I did was wrong and completely unforgivable. So unforgivable, I still haven't forgiven myself for it."

Chris buried his face in his hands, unable to look at her. He was too scared about what would happen next. What would she say? He couldn't watch her walk away if she decided she still wants nothing to do with him.

"Chris..." he heard the sadness and brokenness in her small voice. "There's a reason why we didn't see each other that year. That's my fault. I purposely made it impossible not to see you."

He looked up at her. Her eyes welled up with tears. The sad look on her face made his heart race in fear.

"Why?" Was all he could say.

"At the beginning of my tour, I noticed I was late. I thought maybe I was pregnant. I had my assistant set up an appointment in Houston since we had only one extra day off. Turns out, I wasn't pregnant-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Chris asked. "I would have been there for you-"

"Because you were filming. I knew they wouldn't let you leave and take days off, even if you are Captain America."

"That still doesn't explain why we didn't see each other for a whole year," he said.

Tears fell down her cheek. "The doctor said there was no way I could be pregnant because I didn't have any eggs. She says it's very rare for a young woman to lose all her eggs, but it's possible." Y/N paused for a second as the pain in her heart grew. "I couldn't see you knowing I couldn't give you what you wanted most in life, Chris. I made sure I agreed to any and all new dates added to the tour, which led to having a European tour right after our American tour. It was easier to run away from you than to tell you I can't give you your dream."

She finally let go and sobbed, Chris immediately engulfed her in his arms, crying with her knowing how much this was killing her. As a father now, he can't fathom the idea of not being able to have kids, let alone the love of his life unable to bear his children.

He cried with her as he held her tight. He wanted to take away all the pain she's dealt with since she found out. He wished he had been there for her, to reassure her everything would be fine and they would figure something out together.

"I'm sorry, Chris," she pulled back and looked at his broken blue eyes.

"I'm sorry too," he said.

She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. He had one arm wrapped around her shoulder as he held her hand in his, enjoying this moment together- being able to touch her and hold her.

"Why were you going to stop my wedding?" Y/N asked after a few minutes of silence.

Chris let out a deep breath. "I couldn't let you get married without knowing I never got over you," he said without hesitation. He looked down at her. "Why did you call off the wedding?"

"Chris, I never got over you," she admitted. "No matter how hard I tried, I never stopped loving you."

Chris leaned forward and released the butterflies in her stomach the second he kissed her. She didn't waste a second to kiss him back as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Chris' hands moved to her waist and pulled her closer to his chest. The kiss was deep and passionate, making up for lost time.

They pulled back with their foreheads pressing against each other. Y/N cupped Chris' cheek as she looked deep into his ocean blue eyes. Chris' grip tightened on her waist, too scared to let her go.

"Where do we go from here?" She whispered against his lips.

"Hey." A soft voice pulled Chris out of his memory. He turned around to see Y/N walking towards him in his shirt. "What are you doing up, babe? It's late."

Chris sighed and wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist, pulling her closer to his chest. "Horrible nightmare. I couldn't sleep," he buried his face at the crook of her neck.

"Aww, babe," she cooed as she ran her fingers through his soft hair. Her other hand slowly ran up and down his back, trying to soothe him. "Wanna talk about it?"

He shook his head. "No. I rather focus on right now, my reality, because it's so much better." He licked his lips before gently and softly peppered her neck with soft kisses. His lips trailed up to her jaw before capturing her lips for a deep and passionate kiss. His hands moved down to her butt. He gave it a gentle squeeze before he grabbed her butt firmly as she jumped and wrapped her legs around his hips.

"I love you, so much," he said in between kisses.

She pulled back to look at him. With her left hand, she pushed his hair back, taking in every one of his features for the millionth time. She loved the way his blue eyes sparked and the way they looked when he was in awe with her every time his eyes locked with hers. Her fingertips traced his well structured jaw, his beard tickling her in the process. She smiled at him as she rested her hand above his heart. She felt it thundering against his bare chest. Her smile grew wider as she stared at the silver wedding band on her wedding finger.

Her eyes flickered up, "are you sure you're not nervous about tomorrow?"

"No. I'm ready. I'm actually very excited. Are you nervous?"

"A little bit," she admitted with a smile. "But I'm more excited. We're flying out to pick up a baby. Our baby."

Chris' eyes welled up as the day had finally arrived after years of going through the long and hard process of adopting.

"I love you, so damn much," he said.

"I love you too," she whispered against his lips before she kissed him.

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Caged Hearts

(Hawks x Miku)

(((Chap 2 Cat&Mouse)))

((Pt. 1)) ((Pt. 3))

The loud smattering of applause finally made Hawks look up from his second serving of roasted chicken dinner, and he nearly choked when he saw the winged goddess herself gliding through the crowd in a silver gown.

Oh my god, oh my god, what is she doing here? What the—Shit! I need to get an autograph.

Thanks to his dizzying train of thought, it took him longer than necessary to register that the lady of the hour was actually gliding towards their table. In fact, it didn’t register until Mirko and Lady hopped to their feet to pull Syren into one of those squealing group hugs girls did.

“I’m so glad you guys could make it!” Syren exclaimed.

“You kiddin?” Mirko pulled back with a grin, "we wouldn’t have missed it for the world! You were amazing, girl.”

“Thank you.” She beamed

“Seriously, you were incredible,” Lady added.

“Oh, hey, we have some friends we want you to meet.” Mirko gestured to their table.

“This is Kamihara Shinya, aka Edgeshot.”

“Nice to meet you,” Syren smiled.

“Likewise,” Edge gave a curt bow of his head, “your show was a delight.”

“And this is—“

“Oh my god, you’re Hawks!” Her eyes widened.

He could only gawk in response.

It wasn’t until Mirko cleared her throat pointedly that Hawks finally dropped the fork, which had been half way through its journey to his mouth, to reply.

“Heh, yeah, th-That’s me.” He gave her—what he hoped—was a charming smile.

“It’s so great to finally meet you!” Syren said, beaming brighter than he had seen her beam all night.

It should have eased his nerves some that she seemed to be a fan of his. It didn’t.

“Same here.” He replied.

“Well,” Mirko clapped. “I’m going to go to the little lady’s room!”

“Great idea,” Lady hooked her arm through Mirko’s. “I’ll come with.”

“You kids have fun!” Mirko winked. Hawks could have sworn that was directed at him.

“I actually think I saw someone I know earlier,” Edgeshot spoke up next. “I’m going to go say hello. Ms. Syren, why don’t you have a seat?” He gestured to his spot beside Hawks as he stood.

“Sure.”

With that, Hawks’ last buffer was gone.

Those slick assholes.

He didn’t know if he wanted to kill the lot of them when they got back or thank them.

Syren slid into the booth next to him, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. Her ivory wings brushed against his own.

The singer’s excitement was literally palpable. His feathers were picking up the enthusiastic fluttering of her heart.

Alright, Keigo, play it cool.

“It’s so great to finally meet you, Syren gushed, "I’m such a huge fan."

“Well, that makes two us, Angel.”

Syren blushed. Hawks felt her heart rev which eased his nerves.

Wow, she really is a fan of mine. Alright. This is good. This I can handle.

After all, fans were easy. All he had to do was turn on some of that old Hawks Charm™️, and he would be back in control of his frazzled nerves.

“I have to say, beautiful, I loved your show.”

“Really?“

“Really. I gotta say, I’m surprised you didn’t end with The View from Up Here.”

If it were possible, Syren’s grin grew even wider.

“Oh, you really are a fan! I decided to debut Take Off on a whim. My managers were like: ‘you can’t do that; the audience won’t recognize the song merp merp merp!’ but I told them: ‘this is a meaningful artistic choice! It’ll resonate more with the audience.’ You know, it’s easy to talk about the view from the top once you’re already there, but the scariest part for most people is taking that first step, 'The Take Off,' so to speak so—oh I’m sorry, I’m talking to much aren’t I?”

Hawks snapped his gaping mouth shut and shook his head.

“N-no, not at all.”

I love your view on your craft. Also, your voice is so textured and expressive it almost feels like a constant massage. I could literally listen to you talk for hours and never get tired.

He was definitely keeping that little anecdote to himself.

“I can’t speak for everyone else, but it definitely resonated with me.”

a soft grateful smile danced on her face. “Thank you,” She placed her hand on his arm and gave it a squeeze. “That means Everything coming from you.”

The gesture, friendly as it was, lit a fire under his skin. So much for getting his nerves under control.

Luckily, Syren quickly moved on. Her lavender eyes landed on one of Hawks’ most prized possession, his gold Rolex.

“Oooh!” She trilled. Her wings fluttering excitedly.

God she’s adorable.

“You like this, sweet heart?” Hawks chuckled, holding up his forearm to give her a better view of the jewelry.

She hummed in agreement, reverently stroking the band.

Hawks unhooked the watch, and motioned for Syren’s arm. Even fastening the watch as tight as he could, it still slid

Down her delicate wrist, making her giggle. He smiled.

“It’s so pretty.”

“Heh, it is nice, huh?” He replied, fastening it back on his arm.

A thoughtful smile crossed Hawks face as he stared at the pearl face and reminisced.

“it was the first indulgent purchase I made after becoming a hero. Pretty shallow I know, but hey, when you risk your life every second of everyday, you deserve a little indulgence I say.”

He’d meant to play that as a joke, but he almost couldn’t help the bite in his tone.

“Hawks,” Syren said gently.

His golden eyes met hers.

“I know we just met, but I have a proposal-“

“Woah, already?” He interrupted with a chuckle. “That’s pretty sudden, Angel, can’t a guy get dinner first?”

A flush lit up Syren’s brown cheeks as she giggled.

“Not like that, silly. I was going to ask if you’d come to my birthday party next weekend? I know we just met, but I would really love it if you came.”

“A personal invitation from the birthday girl, herself?” He brought a hand to his chin and rolled his eyes to the ceiling thoughtfully. “Now what kind of guy would I be if I refused an offer like that?”

“An asshole,” she replied.

Hawks let out a bark of surprised laughter at her frankness.

“Well that does it, huh? I can’t have my favorite singer thinking I’m an asshole. Alright, Miss. Syren, I’ll be there.”

She bounced giving a giddy little clap. “Yay!”

Hawks smiled, relaxing in her effervescent presence.

“So,” he inched closer to her, feeling suddenly emboldened. “What does the birthday girl want?”

“Oh no, Hawks, you don’t have to buy me anything,” she waved her hands, dismissively. “just you coming will be enough.”

“Syren, I promise you, babe, it’s no problem.” He threw an arm over the back of her chair.”

A blush colored her cheeks. He smirked. He was still nervous, but the more flustered she got, the more at ease he felt. Not to mention the thrumming of her pulse was sending a sweet little vibration through his wings.

“Hawks, you really don’t have to-“

“Angel,” he drawled in a low, warning tone, “if you know my reputation, you know I’m very persistent in getting what I want.” His golden eyes ran over her body, suggestively. “So, you may not wanna play cat and mouse games with me, beautiful. Unless you like getting caught.”

He didn’t even need his quirk to pick up on Syren’s flustered energy. It was written all over her adorable, blushing face.

“W-well, I, um, I love jewelry, sparkly things, anything to do with music, and backless dresses like this one.” Her voice cracked as she stammered out her reply.

Her nervous energy excited Hawks. He found himself wanting more. Wanting to see just how far he could push her.

“Oh?” his eyes ran over her once more. “Let me see.”

Syren turned away from him. The silver gown she wore dipped dangerously low in the back, showing off a well-toned physique. Her ivory wings flexed, as if to showcase the muscles that kept them working. But what drew Hawks’ was the thin, sparkling silver chain that fell just above her ass holding the slinky little dress in place.

He almost couldn’t help himself as he hooked his fingers beneath the chain and allowed them to travel up the length of her spine. He marveled at the way her wings fluttered as she shivered under his touch. When he reached the juncture between where they protruded from her back a pretty coo escaped her.

Holy fuck.

His voice took on a low, suggestive tone as he asked: “Like this, baby?”

Syren turned to face him, whipping her curtain of silky white hair over her shoulder, and hitting him in the face.

“Just like that, daddy.” She purred.

Hawks choked.

He choked on literal air.

Hawks: 0

Syren: 1,00,000,000

Damn...was not expecting that. Alright, bud, you can bounce back. Smooth and witty, kid.

“Thank you.”

Syren laughed.

Hawks: -1

Syren: 1,00,000,001

“Hey kids, we’re back!” Mirko’s booming voice announced as she and Lady slid back into the booth arm in arm.

Saved by the bunny.

“Hope you two didn’t have too much fun while we were away.” Lady winked, smirking at them.

Hawks aimed a pointed look at her messy hair before glancing at Mirko’s smeared lipstick.

“Not as much fun as you two had, I’m sure.” He shot his friends a smirk of his own.

Lady blushed; Mirko just chuckled.

“Say, you guys didn’t tell me you knew my number one hero!” Syren piped up, placing a hand on Hawks knee.

His heart skipped a beat, both at the title and her touch.

“To be fair, we also didn’t tell him we knew his number one celebrity crush either.” Mirko replied.

Whelp, guess I’ll just die of embarrassment now. Good bye cruel world.

Before he could commence with dying, however, Syren nudged him.

“Your celebrity crush?” She quirked a brow playfully, but he could see the hopeful gleam in those crystal eyes of hers too.

“Guilty as charged, Angel.” He grinned back at her.

The pair held each other’s stare for a beat until Mirko coughed something that sounded a lot like: “She’s single!”

I swear I’m gonna skin this rabbit.

“So, since you two got acquainted, I take it Shiro told you about her birthday party coming up?” Lady asked, leaning forward on her elbows.

“She did, and I agreed to come.” He replied, coolly.

“I can’t wait for you to come!” Her bubbly tone didn’t match the suggestive glint in her eyes or the way she licked her lips slowly as she glanced at his.

Was everyone at this table conspiring to kill him slowly or what?

Mirko smacked her his arm.

"Hey, you better not be coming to the birthday girl's party empty-handed either, Hawks!"

He smacked her back. "C'mon Cotton Tail, what do you take me for? Of course, I've got something special in mind for the lady."

"Oooh!" Syren bounced again. "What is it."

He turned to her, playfully wagging a finger in her face.

"Nuh uh, Angel, it's a surprise. You'll find out soon enough. Promise."

“OK Hawks," she smiled back. Her voice rolled down his spine pleasantly. He had a sudden urge to hear her say his real name the way she said 'Hawks.'

She laid a hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as she leaned forward. His golden-brown eyes dipped straight to the abundance of cleavage spilling out of her low-cut gown.

"Now that you know what I like, I can’t wait for you to give it to me.”

Hawks: -3

Miku: 1,000,000,003

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picficskpopstyle · 4 years

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Immoral (Part 9)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

A/N: There will be smut in the next chapter (which I have already started writing). I just didn’t want this to be too long. I should have the next one up tomorrow.

Group: BTS

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut Series

The banquet had started at 6 pm and here you were, 5 hours later, still in the church. At least everyone had pretty much cleared out. Then again, the majority of the members were in the older crowd. It’d be weird if they were still hanging around after 11 pm. At this point, only Jimin’s family, Hobi, Amanda and the clean-up crew were left with you and Yoongi.

“Jungkook, I haven’t seen you in so long” Amanda beamed. Jungkook grinned and opened his arms, inviting her in. She gladly walked into his hug and pressed herself against him. You rolled your eyes and immediately yawned.

“So, he was the key this whole time? He should come around more often” Yoongi said, walking to your side. He had one hand in his pocket while the other ran through his hair.

“It’s almost like you don’t exist anymore” you teased.

Before Yoongi could craft a witty response, Jimin clapped loudly from across the room. “Are we staying here all night or are we going out?” he asked. Hobi smiled and Jungkook turned his head, clearly interested.

“Jimin, go out where? It’s nearly midnight and we all need some rest before church tomorrow-” his mother scolded. Jimin’s father placed his hands on her shoulders and lightly massaged them. He kissed the top of her head and quietly said something into her ear. After a few seconds, she rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You guys should have fun. You haven’t seen each other in a while-” he paused. You smiled to yourself, knowing that he’d just stopped her from going on the rant of a lifetime.

“-Jungkook...if you’re going to go, be careful and stay with Tae in Jimin’s room tonight” he continued cryptically. Jungkook gave a slight nod and you looked away. Going out? It was an accomplishment in itself that you’d made it 5 hours without letting his relationship slip.

“Fine, but be ON TIME for church tomorrow” their mother added, letting Mr.Park guide her out of the room. As he passed by you to reach the exit, he slowed down.

“If you go out with them, make sure my children don’t kill each other, please?” he asked. You nodded and he smiled.

“Again, it was nice to meet you” he nodded to Yoongi.

“The pleasure is mine” Yoongi responded with a smile.

As soon as they left out, Hobi raised his hand as if he were in school.

“Bar? Or do we want to just hang out at the dorms. We have plenty of space in our room” he called out. You rolled your eyes but smiled. It had been a while since the boys hosted a little party at their place and you had to admit that you were interested.

“Plenty of space?” Yoongi asked in your ear. You shivered at the unexpected close contact.

“Um, yeah. They pay way more for their room than I do for mine. They live together so it’s easy to pay double the amount” you answered. He made a face of understanding and nodded.

“I actually have to work tomorrow so I can’t go,” Amanda said sadly. Sensing that there was more to her statement, Jungkook waited.

“But, of course, if you’re going to be there I can drop by” she continued. Her eyes were slowly trying to draw him in and it made you uncomfortable. Instead of sticking around to watch this train wreck, you turned to Yoongi with a smile.

“Do you want to go?”

He sucked in a breath and thought it over.

“Well, I did need another excuse to hang out with you so-” he replied. You smiled and looked over at Jimin and Hobi.

“You guys can add another guest,” you said, motioning toward Minister Yoongi. Hobi started clapping his hands and Jimin joined in as he walked closer to you. He put his arm around your shoulder and called out for everyone to follow as he walked out of the dining hall.

“I’ll ride with you. Tae and Kookie can ride with Hobi” Jimin smiled. You laughed and gave him a look.

“Why are you acting weird?” you asked. He shrugged and continued walking you out of the church. He looked away for a second and cleared his throat.

“I just want to talk to you about something,” he responded.

“I’ll meet you guys. I have a few things that I need to wrap up here” Yoongi called out. Jimin turned around and gave him a thumbs up. He removed his arm from around your shoulders and opened the door for you. Everyone else trailed behind you and you dug in your bag for your car keys.

“Kook, can you go back with Hobi?” Jimin asked, catching up to you. Jungkook just nodded, probably grateful that he wouldn’t have to endure a secretive car ride back. The boys all piled in Hoseok’s car while you handed Jimin the keys.

“Do you want to go to your place and change first?” he asked, opening the driver’s side door. You shook your head, looking down at your outfit.

“It should be fine” you answered, getting in the car. He closed his door and buckled his seat belt.

You still sensed a weird vibe coming off of Jimin that you couldn’t quite explain. He started the car and you scanned your eyes over the side of his face. As he slowly pulled out of your parking spot, he could feel you staring.

“I wanted to talk to you about...Yoongi” he breathed, knowing you were seconds away from asking. In typical Jimin fashion, his fingers played with the volume dial, making sure the sound was just barely playing.

“Yoongi. What about him?”

“He’s into you, right?” he asked. His eyes left the road for a split second as he checked for your reaction. You looked at him quizzically, wondering where this conversation could possibly go. The last time Jimin had brought something like this up with you, the two of you were still a couple. Hopefully, this conversation wouldn’t go anything like the horror that was your relationship-ending fight.

“Jimin-” you started.

“-I’m not trying to...overstep. I just...I don’t know. I know you two are working together and you’ll probably be spending a ton of time alone” he sputtered. Jimin made a right turn, his words just hanging in the air. You weren’t really sure how to respond. You weren’t even sure what he was trying to say exactly.

A few minutes went by as Jimin drove in silence, searching for the right combination of words.

“I guess, I had always figured we’d get back together one day...and he’s the first guy you’ve really been around since we broke up.” Jimin stopped talking and groaned. He was having an unbearable time trying to get his words out and it was irritating. Jimin slowly made a turn into the boys’ dormitory parking lot. He took the spot closest to the door and put the car in park.

“Just, give me a heads up if you start catching feelings” he finally spat out. You were quiet for a moment and he shifted anxiously.

“Please?” he said with a nervous laugh. The look on his face hurt your heart and a lump the size of a boulder lodged itself in your throat. Unable to speak, you gave him a small nod and he smiled. He got out of the car and jogged to your side, opening the door. You unbuckled your seatbelt and took his hand to step out of the car. Once you were flat on your feet, Jimin hugged his arms around your waist and you hugged him back. He kissed your cheek and took a step back before grabbing your hand.

"Sorry for making everything weird. I just had to say something, you know?" he said, still feeling a bit awkward. You tried your best to give him a convincing smile and he seemed to accept it.

"Now, let's get fucked up," he said. You couldn’t have said it better yourself. A few drinks were exactly what you wanted right now.

You heard a few car doors shut and an excited Hobi yelling at the two of you.

"Let's do this!" he screamed. Hoseok ran across the lot, leaving Taehyung and Kookie to jog and catch up.

As soon as the five of you made your way up to their room, Jimin’s phone began buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out and announced that it was Minister Yoongi.

“___” Hobi called out, setting a shot glass down on the table. When did he pour that? All of you literally just got there. Somehow within the two minutes that you’d been in their place, he’d gotten out the shot glasses and filled enough for all of you. Walking over, you grabbed your glass from the table and quickly swallowed it down, wincing at the slight burn. You coughed and Hobi laughed at you.

“Been a while?” he asked, still laughing.

With the phone pressed to his ear, Jimin reached around to grab his shot and quickly downed it. He blew a kiss at you mockingly and you rolled your eyes. The two of them went out at least every two weeks. You, on the other hand, you only really went to parties when you didn’t have to work or do some elaborate church project.

“No, no, no. The turn off for our place is literally the first turn that you can make. We’re before the girl’s dorm” Jimin said. He held his glass out toward Hobi, asking for another.

“No pacing at all, huh?” Taehyung commented. Jungkook passed his glass back too and Taehyung’s eyes widened. As soon as Jimin’s glass was refilled, he walked to the door and stepped out.

“We have our dad’s tolerance. It’s going to take a few of these before we feel anything” Jungkook explained before throwing his next shot back.

“I’m the exact opposite,” Taehyung laughed. You could hear Jimin’s muffled voice through the door as he continued giving directions. Hoseok reached his hand out for your glass and you passed it to him. While Tae and Kookie continued their conversation, he decided to strike one up with you.

“So what did he want to talk to you about?” Hoseok asked. He sat your shot down and put a finger up, signaling for you to wait. He went into their fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and some fruit juice. Pouring you a glass of juice, he sat it beside your water bottle and shot.

“Something to help it go down and something that’ll help you in the future” he said, pointing to the juice and water respectively.

You closed your eyes and swallowed the drink before quickly drinking the juice to numb the taste. Your entire chest felt warm and you blinked.

“It really has been awhile” he laughed again. You shook your head and took another sip of the juice. Hoseok poured himself another drink and asked again about Jimin before swallowing it whole. Taehyung and Jungkook walked over to the couch and continued talking.

“He told me that Yoongi is ‘into me’ and asked if I could let him know whenever I started to catch feelings” you answered truthfully. Hoseok made a face like he was impressed and then laughed a little.

“Wow. I didn’t expect that” he said. You hadn’t expected it either. Jimin was never really the type to talk out his emotions. It was the main reason that you broke up. Whenever he had a strong feeling, he was impulsive. He jumped head first into action without even attempting to consider logical reasoning. If a guy friend showed any sign of getting too close, he just reacted.

“I guess, this is what you wanted, right? Just before you ended it, you told me that he needed to grow up, right?” Hobi asked. You gave him a look, not appreciating where this talk was heading. Your mind was already dipping that way and you had no intention of mulling that over tonight. You didn’t need him to put more of those thoughts in your head.

“So, let’s see: your only problem with him... was that he acted like a child and...it’s starting to look like our little Jimin is growing up” he teased. You rolled your eyes and tapped the top of your glass with your finger.

“Isn’t this supposed to be a party? This isn’t relationship counseling” you said, watching him fill it back up. You quickly took it down as Jungkook sauntered his way over with their glasses. Hobi looked at him and then looked over at Tae, who was busy typing on his phone.

“Are you two...” Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows. You laughed, noticing that the warmth had spread to your ears.

“Are we…?” Jungkook asked, already knowing what he was asking. He smiled, waiting for Hobi to elaborate.

Hoseok laughed and stole a sip of your juice. He grossly mimicked two people making out and you laughed even harder.

“Eww, stop it!” you exclaimed. Jungkook’s face was an even mixture of total amusement and disgust.

“Yuck, yes, we are. Now stop that” he said, lightly pushing Hobi’s shoulder. Hoseok laughed as he stumbled back a little.

“Jimin can’t know about this,” Jungkook said, still smiling. Hoseok pretended to zip his lips closed and finished the gesture with two thumbs up. Knowing that he was nowhere near finished, Jungkook just stayed quiet and watched him.

“You two are so cute~~~” he teased, voice slipping into baby talk. He ran to Jungkook and wrapped him in an intense bear hug, lifting him off the ground. Jungkook writhed and complained as Taehyung laughed at his obvious discomfort. In the height of Hoseok’s nonsense, Jimin walked back into the room with Yoongi in tow and both of their faces instantly became confused.

“Why are you trying to kill him?” Jimin asked.

“I’ve missed him so much!” Hoseok said, squeezing him one last time. He put him down before acknowledging Yoongi.

“Father, I’m glad you could make it,” he said. You shook your head and groaned.

“Father?” Yoongi questioned, looking around for an answer.

Yoongi had changed his clothes, now wearing some very form fitting black jeans and a slightly baggy grey hoodie. He was just...so attractive. It was actually frustrating how every outfit he wore filled your mind with the dirtiest fantasies you’d had in a long time.

“For the last time, he is not a priest. We are not Catholic” Jimin said. Hoseok shrugged and walked back to the little kitchen area. He pulled three more shot glasses out and filled each one to the top.

“Father, Minister-- whatever your title is, you’re behind in the drinks department.” Hoseok waved his hand over the three shots and eyed Yoongi.

“Bottoms up” Hobi grinned.

Part 10

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STAR WARS INTO DARKNESS

A (Salt) Review of Star Wars Episode 9: The Rise of Skywalker.

Warning 1: All opinions are mine and no one (sadly) paid me for them.

Warning 2: I’m going to strive to be charitable as possible. Keyword, STRIVE.

It finally came. The conclusion to the Skywalker Saga, a nine film series starting with Shmi Skywalker and her lineage.

When we left the The Last Jedi; Finn was tenderly checking up on Rose who endangered her life to save him. Steadily finding his place in the Resistance and deciding that it was a cause worth fighting for. Ben Solo, also known to the galaxy as Kylo Ren, has just killed his life long abuser but failed to relinquish himself from the ties of the past. Rey was dealing with detaching herself from the idea that she needed to Be Someone in Order to Do Something only to realise that she, a nobody, was good enough. As Leia Organa said, we have all we need.

Cool right?

Yeah, just forget that movie. Actually, just forget like any development that occurred over the last two movies. Furthermore, turn your brain off. No, really please remove any kind of higher cognitive function and any knowledge of Star Wars beyond “pew, pew, pew” and “wOOO”. That’s literally the only way to truly enjoy this film.

This movie is a quest. A long big-budget multi-step fetch quest. Fetch quests are a common part of RPGs and can be enjoyable! Add to the narrative! Interactive. A movie that is nothing but fetch quest after fetch quest to the point that honestly, the first two thirds of the movie could have been dropped because it was so distressingly nonsensical.

Loose summary;

Ben Solo is on a planet. Being very very lorge and murking people left and right. Why? Because reasons. That this planet happens to be Mustafar and that he’s killing Vader Cultists evidently is not considered relevant. Even though Ben Solo introduction in TFA, which JJ wrote (with the assistance of Kasdan and Arndt), is basically as Vader’s #1 fanboy. But who cares about narrative information when you have sweet sweet red lighting and like a flight scene.

Anyway, Ben heads to Exegol because evidently that’s where the fancy schmancy totally Not A Holocron is directing him towards. In which he approaches some goth-esque temple with vats of Snokes. Yes, You Heard Correctly, Vats of Snokes. And Palpatine. Who’s just hanging on a crane. Just chillin’ and gleefully tells Ben Solo that he’s been every voice in his head since birth. So learning your abuser is still alive is totally dope. But hey, PALPATINE IS BACK! REMEMBER PALPATINE? ISN’T THAT COOL, yells JJ Terrio desperately trying to like Hype You Up And Remind You Of The Star Wars of Their Childhood.

Finn and Poe “I Have Literally No Purpose To Any of This Narrative and JJ Terrio is About to Fuck Over My Backstory” Dameron are getting data from a contact. For some reason a glorified dick-shaped Alien is there. Consequently, this is the same alien that replaced Rose Tico on merchandise. A reasonable person with minimal brain function would assume it’s because he plays a critical role in the plot. Remember what I said about thinking? Stop it. Klaud is there primarily for you to admire that JJ’s tentacle kink is Alive and Well and Thus Everything Is True (tm) Star Wars Again.

Rey is floating surrounded by rocks because That’s What Cool Jedi Do. Then she does a training course because after two films we have absolutely no proof that she has any fight training, according to Reddit and like JJ Terrio is trying to get Reddit to go to the Star Wars Prom with them. So, we need a training montage and Rey going to robo-Leia and saying that she will “earn [Leia’s] brother’s saber”. Why would she want to earn a grumpy curmudgeon who fucked over his only nephew and hid from his twin sister for years? Well, JJ Terrio dreamed of earning Luke’s saber and like what is the purpose of writing other than Wish Fulfillment.

Palpatine is back! Why? We don’t know and we don’t even know what he said because evidently it was decided that it belonged in Fortnite...instead of the film. Why? Here’s a lollipop and a pew pew to stop thinking sweetie. Either way he’s on Exegol and Rey saw notes scribbled in the margins that you need a Sith Holocro-- I mean ~Sith Wayfinder~ --because JJ has never seen Star Wars since he saw it in the theaters in 1983-- to get there. Which is on Pasaana.

WHICH IS HAVING SPACE BURNING MAN RIGHT NOW! (which happens every forty two years. Which is how long ago Star Wars Episode 4 Premiered. Remember fans! Isn’t that a Cool Thing To Drop? says JJ Terrio deftly skimming Reddit in order to gain fanbros love and affection and nostalgia boners.) LOOK AT ALL THE ALIENS DOING THE SPACE MACARENA! Because WOO DON’T YOU LOVE PARTY SCENES?

The force bond shows up and you can some how transfer stuff between the bond? Which like in the hands of another writer would be fascinating and engaging. Sadly, this is a JJ Terrio production and nuanced storytelling and dialogue is Fake and Not Star Wars.

Either way, Ben knows that they’re there and they are running from stormtroopers RIGHT INTO LANDO CALRISSIAN,-- remember him? goes JJ Terrio. You remember Lando right?. I do, I go. I’ve seen the movies and you’ve given no reason why Finn and Rey would know who the fuck he is seeing how he’s evidently been living as a hermit In The Same Outfit for over a decade. (BUT REMEMBER HIM, whines J.J. Terrio. Yes, I do. I SAW THE FUCKING OT JJ).

Anyway, more exposition occurs because JJ Terrio has no understanding how visual language works and it detracts from Real Star Wars Things Like - Space Chases - Pew Pew - Witty quips! because Witty quips! Are Important for A Star Wars, says JJ Terrio.

Nevermind that stormtroopers could fly since the Clone Wars and there’s literally no reason as to why Finn would not know this but like that would require you to give him

- a character arc - character growth - dialogue beyond “WOOOOO” and “REYYYYYY” (also side notes; it was depressing as fuck seeing Finn’s growth in TLJ to going beyond being Rey-centric to only spend the entire movie yelling a White Lady’s Name. I GO TO THE THEATRE TO NOT SEE REALITY, JJ.)

JJ Terrio: BUT HE’S FORCE SENSITIVE?? me, who’s been on the Finn is Force Sensitive Train since TFA: AND YOU DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WITH IT AND IMPLIED THAT IT WAS ONLY REASON HE WAS ABLE TO FIGHT THE STORMTROOPER PROGRAMMING??? (i.e. this is really fucking gross eugenics shit pls stop JJ Terrio and like just stop)

*deep breath*

ANYWAY, where was I? Oh yeah, Star Wars Into Darkness.

Either way, they find the Subtle Knife a Sith dagger? Along with force healing foreshadowing. But they have a dagger! Which They Can’t Read! But Threepio can! But He Can’t Say It Out Loud Because His Programming Forbids It.

And then the KoR, the galatic boy band, and Ben show up because of course. And they capture Chewie and put him on a transport.

Rey, of course, reaches out to Stop The Transport.

Ben, tries to stop her.

They to a back and forth that is similar to TLJ without any of the emotional build up of TLJ but that’s because JJ Terrio believes Emotions Are Not Star Wars.

And she lets loose LIGHTNING and makes the transport blow up and she believes Chewie is dead. Problem: Chewie isn’t dead. Which means she would be able to sense him in the Force. “But Mneme”, you say, “the Force isn’t like a GPS where you just Sense People.” That’s fair! Except....then...she does...when she’s on the Snow Planet. So like???

Either way, we have a Dagger that We Need to Read That Threepio Can’t Say Out Loud.

A Solution That Uses Braincells: well we know that the Millenium Falcon has three droid brains! So like we could just hook up Threepio to like the Falcon and transmit the codes and get some really great Easter eggs re: the Falcon and like the setup of the ship!

....

JJ Terrio: OR WE COULD GO TO THIS SNOW PLANET me: wha-- JJ Terrio: SNOW PLANET WHERE POE DAMERON RAN SPICE me: did you just make....your Only Latino Character Into A---Drug Runner JJ Terrio: REMEMBER HAN SOLO?? HE’S JUST LIKE HIM!!! me: pls stawp pls, I’m begging you stawp JJ Terrio: ALSO LOOK AT HIM FLIRTING WITH A GIRL SO HE’S LIKE OBVIOUSLY STRAIGHT me: bi....people.....exist...like...that is...a thing JJ TERRIO: ALSO WE’LL SHOW U HER EYES TO SHOW THAT SHE’S HUMAN AND NOT A WEIRD ALIEN BECAUSE POE DAMERON IS A RED BLOODED AMERICAN LIKE REDDIT me: pls....stop...why....

anyway, he needs a memory wipe in order for it. Which is a really touching scene....or would have been if it wasn’t immediately retconned because like R2 has backups. So like whoo.

So that’s like *two* instances of fakeout death because like Nothing Is Of Consequence Because Star Wars.

Except Leia dying because fuck moms, say JJ Terrio. Moms are Not Star Wars. The Reddit bros have now started to return their text messages.

More busy stuff happens. Hux dies. I wasn’t able to thoroughly enjoy it because by this point I had A Headache from all the Pew Pew and Wooooo~~.

Ben tells Rey that like ~her power is Palpatines power because like How Else Can Rey Be Powerful.” Does this make any sense? Not at all but like Don’t Think Too Hard.

He also finally takes off his stupid helmet that was glued together by ~Sith Alchemy~ that they bought from Space!Michaels.

Rey is vaguely disraught but like She Finally Has A Purpose and the Reddit Bros are Appeased.

More shit happens. Does it matter? Not really.

They meet Jannah! She’s cool and has the exact same backstory as Finn. Because in Star Wars There Are Only (2) Backstories for black characters. They line up the dagger that is old as fuck with the death star wreckage. Which lines up exactly. Evidently erosion is Not A Thing.

Finn and Jannah and basically go, Wow Isn’t It Rad That Because We Have The Force We [Finn, Jannah and her crew] Were Able To Reject Brainwashing and Bounce Because We Have The Force.

Rey runs off and Finn yells “REY!!” at some point but at least he knows his best angles while he does it.

Rey meets Dark!Rey who’s a vision....for five seconds. Because Remember if Girls Go Dark They Have Sinned In The Eyes of The Force. Ben shows up and crushes the Holocron because I refuse to call it that stupid-ass name-- dear fucking lord his hand is big--and WELP I GUESS I HAVE THE ONLY ONE.

They fight because We Need A Light Saber Fight Except This One is So Lackluster.

Then Leia reaches out to do something that will use up all her strength says Maz. How does Maz know this? Idk but she’s played by Lupita N’yongo so at least it sounds Deep And Wise because That’s Why You Cast Black People...to sound deep and wise. =_= **deeper breathe**

Anyway, she reaches out to her son! Her son hears her? I think? Either way it distracts him which lets Rey impale him. Except then she heals him?? And is like, I wanted to take your hand, Ben’s hand. which like I’d be fine with if like the movie had like worked for it. But like That Would Involve Actual Conversations Between Characters and We Are Going At 34243242432 pps (parsecs per second) and thus DO NOT HAVE TIme For That.

Ben then has a rehash of the scene from TFA because JJ Terrio is a fucking hack and is unable to create original material and this would have been meaningful if like Any of the Emotions Had Been Earn in The Fucking Film. But hey, I felt .75 of an emotion when Han Solo cradled his cheek so I will accept this. Then he yeets his saber into the ocean. Because. Yeet. Sadly, this movie is Not Over and My Suffering Will Not End

Poe and Finn head back to base with Jannah because I guess that’s what we’re doing? They find out that Leia is dead etc etc etc. The Resistance has a Circle Planning Session for the Final Battle that JJ Terrio lifted straight from ROTJ and the Reddit Bros brought them a corsage for Fanbro Prom. I am reminded that ROTJ was better than this garbage that I Paid Actual Money To Watch. Rey heads to Fish Nun island and decides to pull a Luke Skywalker move even we learned from the Last Movie (TLJ) why that was a Bad Idea but you know WE GET TO SEE LUKE AGAIN IS A GARBAGE WIG BECAUSE REDDIT BROS AMIRITE? We get the most hamfisted performance out of Mark Hamill and I’m just like damn The Last Jedi as a fucking gift and a _Jedi’s weapon is important_ platitude like his dad wasn’t yeeting his saber left and right. But Who Cares About Canon When We Have Pew Pew Pew Pew.

Luke tells her that Yes He And Leia Always Knew She Was A Palpatine which like means - Leia literally did not learn from the Last Time She Obscured Someone’s Parentage and the Fall Out - Actively lied to Rey - Luke actively lied to Rey - jfc this poor girl has been aggressively lied by most of the authority adults in her life??? - HER PARENTS SOLD HER TO PROTECT HER which is such a fucking damning think along with the fact that her parents are idiots and like didn’t think to take her to the new republic and like THERE ARE 23432432 things wrong with this set up but that is a Whole ‘Nother Rant

Also evidently? Leia ended her Jedi Journey (which abbreviated as JJ, coincidence? I THINK NOT.) because she saw her sons demised but evidently....couldn’t sense her son being groomed by Snoke, creation of Palpatine and like this entire movie makes Leia look like an ineffectual idiot?? Like I was really hoping that Leia was going to be able to escape the “Fuck Mom’s” curse of Star Wars BUT I GUESS THAT BECAUSE THAT’S NOT ~true star wars~

Anyway, evidently Leia gave him her saber which I guess she made but no one decided to show that but instead some freakish CGI (that they swore they wouldn’t do) fight scene because like Leia Obviously Isn’t A Real Force User Unless You Use A Lightsaber. The Reddit Bros Nod Sagely. So Rey decides to go to Exegol.....using the Luke’s X-Wing. The Reddit Bros are weeping tears of joy at this point. The Resistance starts their FINAL ASSAULT! THEY HAVE SPACE HORSES RIDING ON A SHIP BECAUSE DOESN’T THAT LOOK COOL! FINN KIND OF USES THE FORCE. THEY DECIDE TO BLOW UP THE STAR DESTROYERS BECAUSE FUCK CHILD SOLDIERS AMIRITE (rip Finn’s Stormtrooper backstory that JJ constructed that He Couldn’t Even Be Arse To Complete or like Think Of Because Like That Would Be Nuanced Shit but like He Gets to - Jump Over Things! - Run! - Know His Angles - Yell desperately After A White Lady because ahahahahha fuck WOC when there’s white p*ssy on the line AMIRITE?)

Either way they’re in trouble and Poe is dismayed and is like yo i’m sorry we’re doomed. Because...that’s.....what generals do. Give The Fuck Up. BUT DON’T WORRY LANDO IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY BECAUSE EVIDENTLY WHILE THE GALAXY IGNORED LEIA ORGANA’S PLEAS, THEY LISTENED TO LANDO

(Crack theory: He hit up all his exes.)

Rey flies to Exegol to confront Grandpalps. Who never wanted her dead but to become Empress after spending 2.5 movies wanting her dead via puppet!Snoke. Also kudos to JJ Terrio to making a Sith Temple be so fucking boring and lackluster. That Took Skill.\

ANYWAY SHE SEES HER FRIENDS IN TROUBLE MUCH LIKE IN TLJ and in ROTJ but JJ Terrio really really loves his nostalgia and ROTJ was very very very formative evidently. She’s about to Strike Him Down In Anger And Absorb Grandpapa’s essence in order to save her friends but WAIT WHO IS THIS IDIOT RUNNING IN WITH NO FUCKING PLAN Yes, it is Ben Solo channeling his father. As carrying the blaster that Lando gifted to him in Aftermath but like we can only suppose that because who Needs Convos When You Have Pew Pew Pew~ His former Knights show up (who have also never spoken because hahahahah dialogue? Sounds fake. Also moment of Silence of Rian who kept them alive and used Praetorian guards in TLJ instead because he assumed that JJ made them for a meaningful reason because he was Unaware That JJ Was A Fucking Hack)

Anyway, Rey senses him! They do a super cool force bond moment that actually Pays Off and Rey hands off her saber to Ben. Through the force. It’s dope.

#BenSoloChallenge happens.

[In spite of like No Speaking At All, Adam Driver successfully channels the aura of Han Solo in spite of JJ Terrio desperately Insisting That Poe Dameron is Obviously Han Look He Even Ran Spice!!! Look!!]

Eventually they both stand before Palpatine Ready To Throw Down except in stand Palps leeches the lifeforce from them and then yeets Ben into a pit and Rey collapses.

THEN ALL THE JEDI FROM THE MOVIES AND CLONE WARS INCLUDE AHSOKA WHICH MAKES NO SENSE GIVEN CLONE WARS BUT WHAT EVER DON’T YOU FEEL VALIDATED!!! FANS!!! SCREAMS JJ TERRIO

me: no.

Rey pulls a Wonder Woman move because all you need to do to redirect Force Lightning is cross your light sabers. Anyway, that effort kills her (or like maybe not? Says Terrio in multiple interviews because men from Harvard Literally Never Shut Up.)

Ben somehow?? Climbs?? Out of the pit?? Under his own power because The Jedi Still Haven’t Forgiven the Skywalker Line for Anakin. Even though Anakin also reached out to Rey? I’m just assuming the soul of St. Maul of the Pit was yelling angry motivational speeches to get him out of the pit while St. Ventress adding sarcasm commentary comparing Ben and his namesake.

EITHER WAY HE’S OUT OF THE PIT! And is like in agony because Rey is uh in limp ragdoll mode so probably dead? We’re gonna go with dead.

He limps over to her because uh evidently getting yeeted into a pit is Not Good For Ones Health or Limbs.

Ben cradles her in his arms and at that moment I had to Apologize For Everyone I Dragged for Size Kink because Adam Driver is Fucking Large and His Hand is Fucking Huge and I, Mneme, Was Wrong You Are Valid.

*cough* where was I? Ah yes, he’s cradling her in his arms realizing she’s dead and I guess? Channeling the force to heal her. Which it does.

He’s happy! She’s happy!

She says “Ben” breathlessly.

AND THEN SHE SNOGS HIM LIKE THE AWKWARD VIRGINS THAT THEY ARE.

The Force realizes that a Male Skywalker is Getting A Boner and Goes Nope. And he just collapses and fades away at the same time that Leia fades away because ~symmetry~. Was a war going on? Uh maybe but like LETS NOT WORRY ABOUT LOGISTICS BUT INSTEAD CUT TO EWOKS!! WE ALL LOVE EWOKS RIGHT!! Rey flies back to Ajan Kloss. Poe, Finn, and Rey hug because this movie is almost over and they can stop trying to sell a non-existent trio created because JJ didn’t have the balls to let Poe stay dead in TFA.

Commander D’Arcy kisses her wife in the background but no one really notices and it was cut in Singapore but like JJ Terrio are Woke AF Y’ALL but not too woke because else they’ll get dumped by Reddit Bros.

No, we are Sadly Not Done.

LETS GO TO A SAND PLANET. No, it’s not Jakku it’s Tatooine~ DON’T YOU GUYS REMEMBER TATOOINE!! go JJ Terrio.

You mean the planet where Anakin Skywalker was a slave, Luke Skywalker desperately wanted to leave, and Leia Organa was put into that humiliated outfit? Yes. I remember.

REY’S HERE TO BURY LUKE AND LEIA’S SABERS HERE!! At the Lars homestead that is somehow intact....in spite of Jawas.

What wha-- why??, you may ask.

Well Luke never got to show Leia his home planet, goes JJ Terrio. Literally anyone who saw ROTJ.....they were on it in then?? JJ Terrio: i can’t see mariah carey dot gif

Rey also shows off her new lightsaber that was evidently crafted from her staff but we were not shown that on screen because like It Was Considered To Emotional for this Film.

Then finally some old woman passes by and is like Who are you? Rey: Rey Old Nosy Lady: Rey who? *Rey stares at the Force Ghosts of Luke and Leia looking like her parents* Rey: Rey Skywalker JJ TERRIO: SEEEEE WE DID REY SKYWALKER!!! AREN’T WE COOL me: she took the name of a grumpy old man who rejected her and whom she bounced off with his shit because he was being a dick....OKAY JAN

(ffs they could have let her take the name Organa but like Fuck Women amirite? *DRINKS*)

and yeah that’s it. Kid that was brainwashed as a child was reduced to going WHOOOOO every 5 seconds with no thought regarding his fellow stormtroopers who are still brainwashed.

Kid that was abandoned under the guise of ~love~ and sold to an abusive guardian and struggled and starved for years returns to a planet of sand and yes I know that she is probably going else where but that was a choice they made to have the last shot of her Alone with a Droid staring at the twin suns because JJ Terrio have been doing nothing but spraying nostalgia in my face for just under 2 and a half hours.

Kid who was actively groomed since childhood and only just now released from said clutches but lol can’t atone because he dead now.

Kid who lost her sister to the machine of war is pushed aside because she dared to exist.

and Poe.

The End of the Skywalker Saga y’all.

Bonus: “Uh, Mneme what about Rose?” She got exactly a 76 seconds that she acted her heart out in but evidently seeing a non-submissive Asian woman in Star Wars was too much for people last film so that uh Essentially Cut Her Out. Don’t worry they made sure to give her a quarter of a page in the visual dictionary and the Merry the Hobbit two page spread. So like Don’t Worry The Asian Girl Will Not Hurt You. “Mneme, what as the point of Poe?” Fuck, if I fucking know.

“Uh Mneme, the Only Reason Finn Didn’t Have An Arc Is Because of KYLE RON!!!!”

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trust me, it really wasn’t.

#tros spoilers #mneme watches: TROS #Star Wars Into Darkness

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Predator and Fae|| Lydia and Kaden

Time: Current Parties: @chasseurdeloup @inspirationdivine Summary: After the basement humans, the full moon, and Regan’s dad, Kaden decides it is time to act. Warnings: body horror, gun use, domestic abuse mention

Kaden knew he should have had a plan. Ari told him they would make a plan, go in prepared, but he couldn’t wait any longer, not after what Regan had told him, not after what he learned. There was no plan. Nothing but anger. It had simmered low when he was with Regan, but it built up again, boiling and rumbling and spilling over with each step through the woods. Anger that drove him to dig through the back of his closet and pull out the iron, anger that guided his steps towards the town, watching for any sign of her, anger that brought him to follow her as she made her way towards the woods. Good. The woods were practically his home. He grew up learning to fight monsters in the woods. This would be just like any other time. No, that wasn’t true. This time he wasn’t just fighting for himself. Or even humanity. No, this time he was fighting for Regan, Ariana, the countless humans she’d trapped in that basement. If he was supposed to kill the “bad ones,” he had no doubt in his mind now that Lydia was a “bad one.” He kept a good number of paces behind her, picked his way through the woods. He had no plan once they got there, deeper and deeper into the forests. He should go for stealth, keep his advantage. Anger didn’t let him. Anger reached into his holster and pulled out the pistol and shot. He was pretty sure it didn’t hit. It’s not like he aimed.

The weight of the last month hung heavy around her chest and rang in her ears - literally. Lydia wanted or needed to let go completely, shed all of that dead weight and surround herself with the only people who could really accept her: other fae, every bit as fae as her. The air tonight contained the last remnants of mushroom spores, calling her home, but Lydia was looking for a different one tonight. Her skin glowed faintly as she hiked out through the trees to find a puddle that might take her to the other side of town, to a kinder, more understanding kind of people while she healed. She was so deep into the forest by now that her wings could hang free too, unrestrained by magic. If there was any warning to hear, Regan’s scream ensured she couldn’t hear it, not until the night air was split open by gun fire. With a shrill yell, Lydia jumped behind a tree, extinguishing her skin and she reached in her purse for her own pistol. What the fuck?

Looking at her there was no mistaking what she was. She wasn’t like him. She wasn’t even like Regan, fae or not. She was something else entirely, something inhuman. It was funny, in the past it was her appearance that would disgust Kaden the most, how very different and monstrous she appeared. The echoes of Regan’s wings he saw in hers only made his blood boil more. She knew. She knew what Regan was and she forced those wings on her without so much as a warning. She killed her father, would have gladly killed him and tormented so many others and felt no remorse. None. It didn’t matter what she looked like; she was rotten inside. Something truly loathsome and disgusting. Kaden shot again, aiming for a wing, the bit that was peeking out from behind the tree. “Why?” he shouted at her, taking several steps closer, gun raised and ready to fire again, feet positioned to run or duck depending on what came next. “Why did you do it?” His words were laced with venom, he wasn’t even sure what answer he was looking for anymore. The anger coursing through his veins barley let him see straight, let alone think clearly.

Kaden. Lydia’s heart jumped into the throat, filling her mouth with toxin heavy saliva. She glamoured her wings out of sight, pressing herself harder against the tree trunk. She wrapped her fingers around the cool brass barrel of her own pistol and whimpered as he fired another pistol. A hunter. Not a warden, maybe, possibly, if only because he wouldn’t be dating Regan- unless that was also a trap. Lydia pressed her fist against her lips and counted to three in her head before pointing her pistol around the tree to the sound of his voice and fired back. She needed to get out of reach, Lydia looked around desperately, squeezing the trigger twice more before bolting out of her hiding spot to a thicker, older tree with lower branches. In the dark, he might not notice the nearby mushroom circles until it was too late. If she could get him there, or sneak behind him and spit, or just run… She could do this, she’d have to. Lydia held her hand against her mouth so he wouldn’t hear her whimper.

The wings faded away and Kaden cursed under his breath. For a moment, he wondered if she had disappeared entirely, even though he was certain that was not how fae magic worked. He heard the gun before he saw it and threw himself out of the way. Fucking fae with a gun. Didn’t they have enough power, enough enhancements and advantages of their own? Kaden pushed himself off of the ground and listened, trying to place everything around him sonically. He cautiously moved his fingers along the pistol, making sure it was cocked and ready to fire at any second should she dare show her face. No movement. “I just want to talk,” he said, attempting to soften his voice, but it remained raw and ragged with fury. Probably because he wanted to do more than talk. He wanted answers but he wanted to make sure the pain ended here. He inched ahead, taking slow steps as silently as he could. He was pretty sure he heard her pounding heartbeat just ahead and he swung wide, hoping to catch her from the side.

Lydia could barely make out what he was saying, but considering the recent gunshots, she really wasn’t sure it was important. Survive, don’t talk. Lydia trembled against the tree, slowly twisting until her front was facing it, not her back. She couldn’t hear him at all, couldn’t see him anywhere, so Lydia had to pray as she opened up her wings again and flew herself up into the branches, landing on the first almost silently before hopping up to the second. She spit into her hand, smearing it on each branch as she went, just in case he did spot her and could somehow give chase. Once she felt high enough, Lydia began to look for a tree to fly to, to get out of his reach. She just had to get back to her car and get the fuck out of here. Lydia squeezed her eyes shut as she trembled, before forcing herself to move again.

Kaden saw her and sent shots firing right at her wings as she fluttered up into the trees. Fuck. She kept climbing. Was he really going to climb a fucking tree after a fae? He thought about it for a moment, but what was he even going to do from up there? Aiming would be harder, balance would be out of the question even if he did get in range to use a knife. No, he’d just aim better, concentrate closer. He watched through the trees and unloaded the rest of the round where he saw movement. “You killed Regan’s father,” he said as he tossed the gun back in the holster, bullets unloaded for the moment. “You tried to kill me and Ariana. Why? Did you think you’d get away with it?” he asked as he pulled the crossbow off his back, iron tipped bolts ready and loaded. He crouched down and aimed up at the branches, looking for the movement of her wings, listening, too. Exhaled, he was confident it would hit, and let bolt after bolt fire up through the trees. If he was lucky, one would rip right through her wing.

Lydia had leant forward, ready to launch herself in flight into the next tree, when the branch in front of her shattered, throwing splinters all over her. Jerking back, Lydia shrank herself down as much as the bark around her exploded with fire after fire. One whistled past her ear, another hit the branch right under her hand, driving a sharp shard of wood into her palm. Lydia screamed and barely suppressed a sob, but the gunfire stopped. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t let him corner her like she had let the vampire before. This couldn’t be a repeat. Lydia straightened and ran along the branch, throwing open her wings to catch her as she threw herself at the next tree. She didn’t hear whatever hit her, only felt a lightning bolt of heat shred through her left wing. Lydia spun in the air as she lost altitude, misfiring twice before careening to the left and crashing into the ground. Coughing as the impact winded her, Lydia glamoured her wings back out of sight to shrink the target, rolling to look at Kaden who was suddenly far too close. Her mouth wet, she spat right for his face before scrabbling to her feet and collapsing behind a tree, a scream held trapped between her teeth. Already, the stress was beginning to break her glamour, the heat of iron searing through her focus. Any sense of direction was lost, but Lydia breathed in deeply, tasting the spores. She could only follow the call to the circle now, and hope he followed.

The sounds above him all but confirmed he hit her somewhere. Then there was the thud of a body hitting the ground. Kaden didn’t waste a second and darted towards the sound, loading another bolt as he went. He knew full well that leanan-sidhe pheromones lived in their saliva, they were dangerous, usually transferred by kiss. There were reports in the hunter journals he’d combed through about spitting fae. He thought they were lying but here she was, proving him otherwise. He sidestepped and the saliva splattered on his shoulder, dripping down his jacket. He snarled in disgust and nearly went to wipe it off with his bare hand. No. Skin contact was all it took. He rolled his shoulders back and carried on. He’d been covered in far worse in his years of hunting. A little spit wasn’t going to slow him down. He ran after her, following the sounds of her breathing, there were barely any of her footsteps. The glamour was fading. Good. It made what he had to do easier. Much. In more ways than one. He was close. She was just within reach. He lunged out for her wing. At first his fingers fumbled, the wings fading away, the glamour making them intangible. He ran faster, pushed himself a pace farther and tried again. This time his bandaged hand wrapped around the wing, what he could get of it, at least, and he yanked down on the piece of her that he had in his grasp.

Her legs burned with exertion as she ran, kicking up leaves behind her hiking boots as Lydia tried to keep trees between him and her, giving him a harder target. Her lungs had nearly ruptured just days ago, and no amount of supernatural life force would heal her fast enough. The world was muffled - she could almost never hear her own footsteps, but now she could barely hear his. Lydia whipped her head around and grimaced at how close he was, pushing her legs even harder through the burn, the feverish heat in her wings, everything, only to choke as she jerked to a hard stop, her wing joint popping out of place. Lydia cried out as she was yanked back and thrown to the ground, rolling over to point her gun at Kaden’s chest, looking right up at the shining iron bolt in the weapon in his other hand. Lydia didn’t give him a chance to shoot first, pushing herself up with the other arm as she fired.

There was a reason why Kaden jogged every morning even though he hated it, why he kept his weapons clean and ready, why he practiced his aim over and over again in the woods, and why he’d trained for years. It was for moments like this. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, his lungs heaved but the pain didn’t bother him. All it did was push him forward, force him to find the rhythm of the hunt. It had been a while since he was there in this space. That spot where it was nothing but adrenaline and instinct carrying him and the certainty that he was going to make his mark. He’d got her, but not for long. And when she rolled over, he was keenly aware that he should have considered Walker’s method of wearing kevlar out in the field. Fuck. He let loose the crossbow bolt as soon as he saw the pistol raised towards him, throwing himself forward and to side away from the bullet. He roared with pain as he toppled onto the forest floor against branches and rocks. He pushed himself up and used the pain and adrenaline spilling out from him to throw himself at her, hoping to tackle her to the ground and pin her down. Maybe then he could get some fucking answers.

The bolt split through her coat, tearing through the muscle of her arm. The burn spread through her like wildfire, paralysing her torso as the iron burn made it hard to breath. Adrenaline pounded through Lydia as she got her knees under her, only for the air to be knocked out of her as the mass of Kaden sent her sprawling, crushing her under his weight. She couldn’t quite reach his face as she dug her nails into his arms where she could, scratching him where she could. Lydia kicked out underneath her, trying to leverage him off of her with little success. Lydia pulled her glamour in tight even as the iron tore at the shreds of her control. “No, stop, get off-” Lydia hissed, before flashing her skin as bright as she could, turning her whole body into a flickering strobe, her light reflecting off the canopy above them. At once, she pulled hard through her hands at the ley lines of his life force. She couldn’t take much, but Lydia was grasping for everything.

Kaden grit his teeth, bit back against the stinging spreading across his forearms. He dug his knee into her side, doing what he could to pin her down as he braced his arm and pushed it down towards her neck even as she fought against him every step of the way. “No,” he said back, voice almost a growl. “Not until you--” Any illusion she was human or close to it faded away as she dropped her glamour. His vitriol would have to wait as he flinched away and shut his eyes, instinctively covering his face with his arm. Fuck, there went his advantage. Before he could reach out and try to pin her down again, she was on him. And he could feel his energy slipping away. His grip was slipping and he could feel his muscles growing weak. No. He wasn’t giving up now. He pushed ahead, forced past the shaking muscles and tried to turn her over, keep her face away from his. The wings would be in the way. That was fine. He’d work around it. “Why? What fucking reason,” he pushed out, ever word a struggle, “could you possibly have for any of this?! Any of it!?”

Lydia screamed bloody murder as he forced her onto her belly, blood smearing across his clothes and the forest floor as she flailed and kicked out. He pressed against her bloody wing and the pain slammed into her so hard she saw stars. She tried to twist to spit but couldn’t get any grip. Lydia needed to be smarter than this. “Can’t- Can’t- Barely breathe,” Lydia spluttered, not entirely truthfully, but she needed to get her arms under her. She needed a single mistake to make use of the strength feeding had given her. She squirmed all the same. Lying still would be giving up, would be surrendering herself to whatever wretched torture device he had hidden in her pants. A frantic tear slipped her cheek as she smacked her wings against his body, but those muscles weren’t built for moving tall human men. She flashed her skin harder and faster, digging her fingers into the ground to find some kind of purchase before whipping her head back, grunting as she smacked his face with her head, and used that to attempt to squirm out from underneath him, trying to work out where she’d dropped her gun in all this, if she could even get him off her. She wasn’t going to die to an uncivilised French brute.

Kaden twisted and pushed down, gripping with every bit of strength he could muster to keep her pinned to the ground. “Barely is still breathing,” he snarled. Her wings spastically twitched and tried to free themselves from under his grip. He took hold of the base of one and yanked it, twisting it to the side. It wasn’t enough to sever the connection, but he knew it had to hurt like hell. The only other set of wings he’d touched even remotely similar were Regan’s. He usually left the more human looking fae to wardens. For a split second the wings weren’t Lydia’s they were Regan’s. He saw his bandaged hands and all he could see was her. Was it a glamour or his imagination? His hold on her loosened ever slightly. But it was enough. “Fuck!” he shouted as her head slammed into his. His nose hurt like hell and he was sure if it wasn’t gushing blood, it should be. He wanted to wipe it away with his forearm but there was no time, she was going to get away. He climbed to his hands and knees before he reached out for a limb, any limb, feet, arms, wings, whatever he could get. He grabbed onto a wrist and wrenched her arm towards him, rotated it and held it taught just long enough to bring his foot around and slam his heel down right on her forearm. The bones cracked and he hoped they shattered to pieces and fragments, one for every fucking life she’d taken.

The iron burn in her arm ate into her like necrotic tissue, turning her strength to rot. Random twigs scratching her palms and knees, as she crawled through the mud and the bugs. Her injured wing drooped closer and closer to the ground as the burn there made her feverish, shrinking down the world to an ever-smaller cone of vision. Each breath of air threatened to choke her as Lydia tried to get away from this monster. Lydia felt his fingers on her once and managed to jerk away, but the second time wasn’t so lucky. He pulled at her uninjured arm, and as he did the burned one took all her weight - and failed. Lydia collapsed with a yell, trying to twist and kick at him. He had trained for this, she thought sickly, he had trained for decades at how to dodge kicks and brutalise terrified creatures. His whole life was dedicated to destruction. How there was anything worth loving in him was a goddamn mystery. Lydia twisted and jerked and couldn’t quite work out what he was doing until he brought his foot down on her arm. Lydia flinched away, shutting her eyes as the bone snapped underneath his leg. A scream tore through her throat as she crumpled, tears streaming down her face, smearing through the dirt. “Stop-” Lydia groaned, “Please, stop…” His face was rage incarnate as she looked up at him in the dark, a hellish inferno. All hunters worked for the devil. And yet, the mushroom spores were thick in the air. Lydia kicked at his chest, and crawled the last little stretch, into one of the last mushroom circles. Come get me now, you piece of human shit.

Her words didn’t have any effect on him. Kaden wouldn’t let them. They couldn’t be used as a weapon now. Not through binding nor manipulation; magical or otherwise. She could beg or plead all she wanted, but she didn’t deserve his mercy. And he didn’t plan on granting it simply because she fucking asked. “No,” he spat back at her. “Did you ever stop when they a--” The words were kicked out of his chest as she scrambled away. He gasped for air and turned towards her, pulling herself away desperately. Then pausing. Ever slightly. Like she had found safety just a few feet away from him. His eyes darted around looking for a weapon or a tree she could climb up or drop on him, what her advantage might be that imbued her with such confidence. He didn’t see it, but she was getting away, not time to check. He lunged for her, trying to grab her feet once more when he saw what his arm reached out across. A line of foliage. A very distinct line of different colors from the rest of the grass and dirt. Mushrooms. He jerked his arm back towards him, ire shooting from his gaze as he watched her inside what he had to assume was a circle. A fairy ring. Pushing himself up, Kaden took one step forward, toes at the edge of the line of mushrooms. He watched her closely, hoping to see the hope leave her eyes as he stomped down on the fungi, twisting and turning his heel to stomp them out once and for all. He had to wonder how many times she’d seen hope drain from her victim’s faces as she fed from them, tormented them. Even then, he didn’t think she had it in her to feel a fraction of it. That would require having feelings at all.

Lydia cradled her arm. Where the bone was shattered it bent at an unnatural angle, and as she tried to push it back into place she could barely suppress her own screams. Her other arm burned with the iron cut, flashing hot and ice cold as she tried to move it anyway. Her skin was slick with sweat and shivered from blood loss and fear as she watched him pause too. Her stomach filled with tar as he looked down, seeing something that even Lydia barely could. He brought his foot down and Lydia sobbed as her confidence was stripped out of her along with the ring’s magic. There was no solace nor joy to be found here, not anymore. Lydia stared up at the hunter, and for a long moment only saw the reaper. He was watching her too, delighting in her terror. As he was with Regan, every single day. It was hard to believe, as Lydia’s strength bled out of her with every rabbit-fast beat of her heart, that he was capable of even the simulation of love. For a second, despair took her; it would be easy to give up. Let Regan’s last scream be her death toll. Lydia’s terrified eyes flicked to an opportunity, and with a cry as she beat her shredding wings just enough to get to her feet, Lydia reached for his holster, his gun. She cried at the jagged pain of jerking her burned arm that fast, as she pointed it right at his face. Regan hadn’t screamed for her, just at her. Lydia’s finger blistered, but she didn’t flinch as she pulled the trigger.

Kaden was so sure when he stepped out into the forest, he would be the only one to leave. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind. If this was going to be his final stand, Regan would know. She would have screamed, she would have told him. He knew that. He had to. So he’d been brandished with confidence up until the very moment she pulled out his own gun from his holster. His eyes went wide and he tried to grab for the gun but it was too late. She had it in her hands. She pulled the trigger. He shut his eyes, braced himself, waited for the end.

Nothing. There was nothing.

But he was alive. Still breathing. His eyes flew open and he slammed the gun out of her hand and grabbed her broken wrist to hold her in place. He pulled out his knife with his free hand, pressed the tip of the blade to her chest. Then…

Nothing.

He stood there. Watched her writhe in pain and try to get away. He saw the wings flicker in and out of his line of sight, the one bent and broken like her arm. The hardness in his face started to fade, shifted to blank uncertainty. He could ask her why. He could ask her to explain herself. He could ask anything. But his resolve was dissolving. And he wasn’t sure that any answer at all would satisfy him. “Why?” The anger was no longer searing, no longer burning through him as hot as it had been. But he needed something. This had to be worth something.

Instead of a bang that would have rattled her skull nearly as much as Regan’s scream, the gun just clicked. Lydia looked from his eyes to the barrel, but it wasn’t even smoking. Her brow furrowed in confusion, unable to fully comprehend until Kaden moved in a blur. His hand crushed her bones. It felt like an electric fire where she could feel the shard grinding against him. Lydia’s vision went black, and the blade pressed against her chest like ice. Lydia stared into it. It was all of a sudden like peace. It felt like Deirdre playing with her hair, throwing flour at Remmy as cupcakes baked in the oven, like her brother playing riddle games with her until one ended up promise bound into doing laundry for a year. It was the cold, icy grip of acceptance, in the hands of a hunter with no more cards in her hand. Even her mouth was beginning to dry up.

Only for Kaden not to cut through her. He gave her a question, and Lydia saw the chance to do what she did best: talk. But the words out her mouth were broken and grating, more like a beggar than a master negotiator, babbling and barely coherent. “The longer I waited before she woke up, the more she would have suffered. I wanted to minimise that! She never should have suffered this much to begin with. That’s why! That’s the only reason!” Lydia sobbed, her knees buckling under the weight of her pain. She couldn’t bite back the scream that ripped through her throat, white stars erupting behind her eyelids. The world spun, the point where Kaden gripped her arm becoming a searing singularity. Her cheeks felt hot where tears stung her scraped up skin. “Please. I’ll leave. I’ll never come back, you’ll never hear from me again. Kaden, please!”

The anger flared back and Kaden tightened his grip on her broken wrist, his knuckles throbbing under the bandage from putting his fist through the wall the other night. All the pain did was add fuel to the flames. “Then why didn’t you help her?!” he screamed. “You didn’t prepare her! You didn’t warn her! You did nothing.” It was so tempting to push the blade in. That’s all it would take to end this. “You tried to kill Ariana. A teenager. A fucking-- For what?! Pride? Vanity? What?!” A little bit of pressure was all he needed, one good shove of the knife. “Those people. All those people in your fucking basement. How many people have you killed? Tortured?!” Done. It could all be done. But he held his weapon still, clenched his jaw. He should stab her, let her bleed there, crying in pain and regretting any choice she made that led her there. She was fae. Supernatural scum. A “bad one” if he ever saw it. He ought to do what he was meant to do, what he was born to do. His duty. It would be so easy. He should kill her. No, he had to kill her. For everything she did. For everyone she--

His hand released like her skin burned him; took a step back like he was startled. The knife nearly dropped but he kept his fingers wrapped around it. Just in case. Just in case he got his courage back. Just in case he found who he was again. But all he could think was he didn’t want to be like her. He couldn’t be that. A monster. A murderer. The body count. The callousness. He couldn’t. He couldn’t do it.

He had to. He had to. He leaned forward on his toes, ready to finish this. The anger flowed, coursed through his veins, he was ready to end it. Ready to lunge forward. Nearly did. But instead he screamed; turned to the side, away from her. Fuck. Fuck. Why couldn’t he finish this? What was stopping him? What sort of bleeding fucking heart had he become? “You don’t deserve this,” he grumbled, back to her, knuckles going white around the grip of the knife. “You don’t deserve a single second of mercy.” Every word was dripping with venom and ire. It contained all the rage he wanted to unleash with the knife, bottled up and put into syllables. “But fucking go.” This was stupid. This was too easy. And he had no guarantee she would do as she said. None. Unless... Before she could move, he spun back to face her and reached for her wrist one last time. “Promise me,” he demanded, looking her dead in the eyes. “Promise me that I’ll never see you again. Promise me that Regan and Ariana won’t see or hear from you ever again. Not for as long as you’re breathing.”

Had it been like this for her sister? Kneeling in front of a hunter, begging for her life as he held a blade to her chest, his bruising grip making escape impossible. As he hesitated, Lydia should have gotten to her feet, kissed him, spat at him. She didn’t even need to reach his face, his bare hand on her arm should do. In theory Lydia was strong enough to break a man’s skull, neck, or back with her bare hands, even if she didn’t know how. Lydia had grown up learning to bear the pain of a hundred different promises, but nothing like this. She was beginning to feel cold to the touch, and clammy, the world shrinking until she couldn’t feel the sticks under her legs or the cold air chilling her wet cheeks. There were three things that Lydia felt clearly, and that was only because they seared. There were just three things to keep her grounded.

He screamed questions that Lydia had no answer for. She had helped, god, she opened her mouth to protest, if that was what he wanted she could list all the ways that she had helped. Instead she only sobbed openly as wave after wave of burning pain pulsed through her. It would be more bearable, Lydia thought, if he had just cut her arm off. But then he wasn’t just talking about Regan, but about something that filled her with ice.

Kaden let her go. Lydia slumped, barely avoiding falling all the way to the forest floor. She looked up as Kaden set himself up to lunge, weakly raising her arms, her eyes pinching shut. When he screamed, it scared a scream out of Lydia too before she wept, shrinking into herself as she sobbed. “God, please, please make this stop, God, please don’t do this, I don’t-” Lydia choked on her own sobs, but still the knife didn’t come down. She could barely hear Kaden over the ringing in her ears and her own terror, but she heard the ones that mattered. Fucking go. Lydia inhaled shakily, staring up at him in confusion. She could barely make out his face enough to read it, and even then, she wasn’t sure she could recognise that expression. She was too frightened to move, and when he turned back, Lydia thought he had changed his mind.

She ought to have negotiated, gotten a promise out of him too. But her tongue was no longer gold but lead. There was every chance she would still die here, slowly trickling out far blood into an equally dead fairy circle. "I promise, I promise!" Lydia coughed and spluttered as the promise began to burn in her, because while he stood there, he was still seeing her. "As soon as I get to my car, I’ll-” Lydia whimpered, flinching away from the ferocity of his gaze, the callous disregard for the burn in her arm as the jagged edges of the shatter bones ground up against each other. Lydia had always known hunters could be cruel, but not like this. “I’ll leave.”

In most instances, Kaden despised word binding. Fae magic at its finest. All it ever did was hurt people if it had any effect at all. He struggled to find any good in it, few uses. Until now. The guarantee that she would be gone from his life for good, no longer able to hurt Regan or Ariana, gone from White Crest, too, surely; it was worth it. “Fine.” It was all he said. It was all he could say. It felt like a lie searing onto his tongue. This wasn’t fine. Or okay. Or good. It wouldn’t be any of that. Ever again. Thanks to her. The pain and the suffering she caused-- She didn’t even care, did she? Didn’t see it or didn’t want to. The call for violence swelled up in him again but he pushed it back down, buried it. She wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t worth anything. Not his ire, not his time, not his mercy, nothing. She was nothing. And she’d remain that way. She’d promised, after all. As he turned away, guilt swirled in his stomach. What was going to stop her from doing this again? From continuing on and on down the same path? Fear? He doubted that. Guilt was out of the question. He knew she didn’t feel it. He wondered if she was capable of feeling it at all.

There was no good reason to leave her alive. None for humanity, certainly. Nothing redeemable as far as he was concerned. But he still put his knife back in its sheath, grabbed his gun and crossbow off the forest floor, and began to slowly walk away. There was no good reason to. The only thing he could think, the only thing keeping his feet moving forward, was what he was walking away from. The thought that had bubbled to the surface, something told to him long past. He wanted to avoid one more stain on his soul. Killing her wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. She couldn’t bring back what was lost. But he could walk away, out of the forest, out of the place of nightmares, and return home.

The moment the ants stopped crawling under her skin, the moment that he was far enough away that she wasn’t in danger of breaking her oath, Lydia fell entirely to the ground, her vision blacking out. It might have been seconds or hours before she opened her eyes again. The bruising on her arm was starting to fade where Kaden had grabbed her too tight. The burns would take weeks to heal, but she did not have weeks. Her promises were already tugging her to her feet. Lydia looked around in shell shock, at her torn clothes, the blood on the leaves, the crushed fairy ring. He had left the job half done. Another inch, and she would be dead. Lydia hiccupped back a sob as she tried to understand, tried to piece together his final sick play. That she couldn’t fit the pieces together left her untethered. She began to trudge slowly back to her car, murmuring prayers to God wiping away tears that still fell. He had just walked away. Was it for Regan? Or so that someone else could take their turn. The word ‘mercy’ flitted in her mind and was laughed out just as quickly. Another person, in a different time, would have not made this mistake. It was all Lydia could think of, between the searing pain and the path ahead. She turned it over and over, like a leaf in her hand. By the time she reached the car and collapsed against the cool metal, there was only one answer that made sense. The answer tied her back to Earth and gave her a direction. Lydia pulled her now cracked phone out of her pocket and began to make calls. She needed to leave soon. Kaden had made a fatal mistake, and Lydia would not be the one to spare him. She liked to clean up her loose ends, even on her way out of a mess.

Kaden Langley would not survive the week.

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Cabin in the Woods (Xavier Plympton x fem!reader)

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Warnings: smut and uhh... you’ll see

A/N: Happy AHS: 1984 premiere day! Just thought I’d pop in with a fun little something in honor of American Horror Story finally being back on our tv screens again! This was based on an anon I received about Xavier being the kind of guy that can dish it out but can’t take it. I’m anxiously awaiting the arrival of Xavier to Camp Redwood, so fingers crossed he’s everything we’ve imagined him to be! As always, barely proofread so forgive me! Also a special shoutout to my gorlieeeee @avesatanormalpeoplescareme for this brilliant ending!!!! Let me know what you think and what else you want to see from Xavier!

The Camp Redwood Wrap Party. Held on the night after all of the campers had been picked up by their parents to celebrate another successful summer in the woods. There was no more pitter-patter of tiny hiking boots at 6am, no more long days spent sweating your ass off and trying to keep small children from stepping directly into poison ivy and causing a disruption in your already chaotic day. The summer was finally over, and it was the last hoorah of camp before everyone went their separate ways.

Sitting across from you by the fire pit was Xavier, paper cup full of Montana’s famous punch in his tightly wound fist. His hooded eyes bored holes into yours over the vibrant, roaring flames, nostrils flaring with each bated breath. The girl beside him had practically crawled in his lap, fawning over his perfectly quaffed hair, fluttering her best doe eyes up at him in an attempt to seduce him. It had worked before, or at least he thought it had. He wasn’t sure if she was the same girl from a few days before or if that was someone else entirely, but at this point, he’d lost all interest in her. Nevertheless, she was far too intoxicated to realize her doting had no effect on him in the slightest, no matter how hard she palmed at his crotch with her long nails or sloppily ran her tongue along the hollow of his throat. Xavier was more focused on you, or rather the tall brunette whose hands were discreetly dancing dangerously close to the waistband of your nylon shorts, though he could see it plain as day. They were the shorts Xavier once told you you weren’t allowed to be seen in by anyone other than him. But you didn’t belong to him anymore, as he’d said it himself.

You wished you could live in the moment, submit to the handsome man that held you in his grasp and revel in the sensation that was his hands creeping steadily down your back towards the bottom of your spine, but Xavier wouldn’t let you. Fucking Xavier. You could feel the cold, icy stare of his beaming in your direction each time the guy you were with inched closer and closer to you, putting his hands in places that Xavier had only weeks ago. It was preoccupying every fiber in your body, rendering you unable to focus on what was potentially your last shot at getting laid this summer.

“What’s with him?” your newest conquest gestured to the smoldering blonde that kept eyeing you two, mumbling against the soft skin of your neck with his sticky, alcohol-ridden lips.

“Ignore it,” you sighed, though you didn’t know if your command was directed more at him or yourself.

“He’s just jealous.”

“Clearly,” he chuckled, the quick puffs of air he let out through his nostrils fanning across your collarbone, prickling tiny, raised goosebumps along the surface.

“I can’t believe he passed this up,” he boasted, giving the plump skin of your ass a hard knead for emphasis.

You refrained from rolling your eyes at him, though it took everything in you not to. At the beginning of the summer, you firmly believed that Xavier was as arrogant as they come. You thought nothing could match the cockiness (both figuratively and literally) that emanated from his mere presence. That might still be true, but it was now safe to say that Xavier was only one of many sleazebags on the roster at Camp Redwood.

Despite his smugness, somehow, in some way, Xavier had caught you in his trap. Wrangled you into his mind games and managed to have you at his mercy for the entire summer. Anything Xavier asked, whether it was meeting up in the woods while the campers were making macaroni necklaces in the arts and craft hall to blow him or him clamping his hand over your mouth and jaw in the middle of the night to keep you from screaming out while he fucked you next to your fellow counselor and bunkmate, you were at his will. You were addicted to him, and it seemed that he was to you as well. That was, until about a week ago, when he abruptly told you to he didn’t want to see you anymore and that there were plenty of women around camp that could “satisfy his needs.” It had been a jab in the heart, perhaps for reasons you weren’t ready to admit just yet, but you refused to let some pretentious asshole ruin your last few weeks of camp.

“What do you say we get out of here and go back to my cabin, yeah?” you suggested, fingers trailing down his color-block, cotton t-shirt and pausing at the beginnings of a bulge growing at the front of his shorts.

Your eyes flickered over to Xavier to see if he was watching the scenario unravel, you fooling around shamelessly in front of the entire camp crew with someone that wasn’t him. No one would have even caught the way your eyes darted left and right almost simultaneously had they not been staring directly at you. And lucky, the right person was. Xavier’s stare, if possible, grew more rigid and terrifying, nostrils stuck in a permanent flare. He definitely noticed.

Good.

The boy smirked down at you upon hearing your request, running his tongue along the skin of his bottom lip. His crass behavior didn’t have the same effect that Xavier’s did on you; it was borderline repulsive. Nonetheless, you persisted, dubbing this fool your latest conquest at whatever the cause. Anything to make Xavier realize what he was missing.

“Fuck yeah,” he exhaled forcefully as if he was already straining against his boxers at the mere thought of fucking what once was the most popular counselor’s personal plaything.

You began to lead him slowly back into the sparsely wooded area where the counselor cabins were located, though it looked especially eery in the moonlight. Twigs and rocks crackled beneath your shoes and the sounds of the wrap party began to taper off. Your hand held on tightly to the boy, whose name you honestly couldn’t recall due to the no-doubt deathly concoction of liquor Montana stirred into the punch. Just as you reached the wooden stairs that led to your room, a voice, not yours or his, broke the string of drunken giggles that had been falling from both of your lips.

“Y/N,” the voice called out, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

“Fuck, Xavier!”

His face was barely visible via the shotty, yellow porch light that had a habit of going out every once in a while. Had it actually been out, you would have assumed that the man in front of you was definitely not Xavier and was most certainly Mr. Jingles, the campfire myth that everyone had been ranting and raving about all summer.

You rubbed your face aggressively with your hands, trying your best to steady your rapidly increasing heartbeat that was caused by the commotion.

“Sorry to startle you,” he dismissed your panic half-heartedly.

He wasn’t sorry in the slightest.

“I was hoping I could get you to come back to my cabin to finalize your counselor paperwork. Margaret said you skipped a form when you filled them out yesterday and she really needs you to sign off on it for the camp records.”

The words dripped from his lips so coyly, so effortlessly. As if he hadn’t intentionally cock-blocked your last and final attempt at getting some dick at this godforsaken camp.

“Now’s not a really good time, man,” the boy beside you interjected, clearly not seeing through the guise.

What an idiot. Xavier simply chuckled at his ignorance, pacing the porch step with his hands clasped behind his back.

“It’s urgent. It’ll only take a second, really. I’ll make sure she comes back to you safe and sound.”

“Whatever,” the boy scoffed, clearly not vibing with whatever he imagined Xavier was pulling.

“I’m going to find Brooke. At least she’ll blow me.”

And with that, off walked the snarky son-of-a-bitch, and so did your shot at getting dicked down. He wasn’t much, clearly, but he wasn’t Xavier. And your mind but not your body had convinced you that fucking him would distract you from the impending gloom that lurked within you about your little “breakup.”

When his foot falls dwindled down to distant thumps, Xavier gripped you harshly by the wrist, far less calm and collected than he had just been when thwarting off your newest catch.

Your cabin was directly across the way from his, the Head Counselor Cabin. He wasn’t the head counselor by any means, just knew whose and how much ass to kiss in order to get it. He bunked alone and had his own bathroom, unlike the rest of you who got stuck with often smelly bunkmates and a nasty communal shower that never stayed upwards of lukewarm for longer than 3 minutes at a time. It was where you’d spent most of the summer when you weren’t, ya know, doing your job. Countless nights you’d spent sprawled out on Xavier’s sheets with your legs spread wide and pussy glistening in the moonlight, writhing beneath Xavier while he dismantled you thrust by thrust, leaving you whimpering and shaking by the time he was done using you. Back then, you could have sworn there was no other place you’d rather be, but due to the recent turn of events, that wasn’t so much the case anymore.

It didn’t more than a handful of steps to get there until Xavier flung the flimsy screened-in door of his cabin open, shoving you inside and forcing you to stumble into the darkness of the room.

“What the fuck was that about, hm?” you snarled when you regained your balance.

There was no way in hell this was really about paperwork.

“I could ask you the same thing. What the fuck was that about? You and I both know he is far from your type.”

His stance was demeaning, overpowering you easily with the way his hands were planted on either side of his hips. Xavier had his head cocked to the side as if you having the audacity to sleep with someone else was a mystery he was unable to solve.

A laugh bubbled up from your chest and out of your mouth before you could stop it. He looked far less intimidating after more or less admitting that he acted how he did out of jealousy, though you still couldn’t deny the way butterflies blossomed in your tummy and heat began to pool in your abdomen at the hidden confession.

“That’s bold coming from you, Xavier. You don’t want me anymore, remember? And besides, that red-head was basically tongue-fucking your ear back at the campfire. Why aren’t you with her right now? Making her ‘satisfy your needs?’“ you mocked him using air quotes to remind him of the harsh words he’s spouted at you in a fit of rage.

Xavier was walking towards you now, backing you into the corner of the wall. The knocking of his footsteps against the aged cedar floor, similar to how your heart was thumping in your ear. Even though it had only been but a week since your last interaction, Xavier sure knew how to rile you up.

He blocked you in, filling the empty space between you by pressing his body against yours. You felt the air in the room disappear through a vacuum, his proximity causing your throat to go dry your ears to ring loudly. His fingers on one hand caressed the skin of your jaw, while the other slithered in between your meshed bodies to cup your heat through your shorts.

“I’m the only one that gets to touch you like this. Do you understand?”

You couldn’t speak. Xavier’s touches sparked a fire in your belly that was raging inside of you. Had he not been holding your jaw in place, you wouldn’t have even been able to look him in the eye.

“I said, Do. You. Understand?”

He ground the palm of his hand harshly against your clothed pussy once more, forcing a whimper out of you.

“Fuck you,” you spat through gritted teeth, in fear that your voice couldn’t get any clearer.

As much as you wanted to be mad at him right now given the shit he’d just pulled, there was no denying the arousal coursing through your veins.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Xavier clicked his tongue, smirking down at the mess he’d already made of you with only the simplest of touches.

“I’m about to.”

The kiss he pulled you into was feverish, a rushed formality of his, although he couldn’t deny that he’d missed the familiar taste of your lips even after such a short passing of time. You savored the taste of him as well, knowing for certain it would be the last time you’d have the pleasure of doing so, whether it was due to the nature of your relationship or the fact that camp was over in the morning. Both of his large, strong hands fell to the sides of your thighs, a gentle tapping on your skin indicating that he wanted you to jump. He lifted you with ease from against the wall, then carried you the quick distance to his bed where he tossed you haphazardly onto the squeaky mattress.

You reached for the waistband of his shorts, gasping when your fingers fumbled over the tent that formed near his zipper.

“You feel that, baby?” Xavier moved your fingers away from the button that you were working open and back down to his crotch, pressing the flat of your palm against his impossibly hard member.

“Can you feel what you do to me?”

A moan strangled through your closed lips as you ran your thumb up and down his length. It never got old. Feeling how hard Xavier gets right before he fucks you into the mattress or the dirt, or a tree, or the floor of his van.

Xavier’s breathes grew heavier ear with each pass of your fingers over the underside of his clothed dick, fighting the urge to take you right then and there. As much as he wanted to, he had plans for you, plans to tease and punish you for going so far as to even think you had authority to fuck anyone other than him.

“Yeah,” Xavier was pulled away from his thoughts by your answer.

“I can feel it.”

Your voice was high pitched and whiny like Xavier had managed to dwindle you down to nothing but a needy hole that was desperate to be filled. You batted your eyelashes up at the blonde, which nearly made him falter. It appears as if he’d already ruined you, and the thought of it had his cock twitching prematurely in his boxers.

“It’s pathetic,” your docile demeanor faltered in an instant, revealing your stoic, seemingly bored expression.

“I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already this hard? That’s embarrassing, X,” you mocked demeaningly.

You closed your fist tightly around his cock that was constrained against his shorts, eliciting an unwanted, wanton groan from Xavier’s plump lips. He looked angry, but his eyelids forcibly closing and his breath hitching in the back of his throat suggested his disdain was laced with arousal.

Xavier took the hand he was using to brace himself on the mattress and brought it towards your face. He caressed your cheek lovingly, any inkling of previous annoyance vanished. His touch was tender as he smirked down at you.

Silly girl. If only you knew.

“You know what’s really embarrassing, kitten?”

He paused to dance his fingertips along your jaw, then moved down even further to graze the sensitive skin of your neck. In a flash he had wrapped his hand wrapped firmly around your throat, squeezing hastily so that your mangled gasp filled the room at the same time as his words that followed.

“Thinking you have the upper hand in this situation.”

Before you could catch your breath, Xavier had you flipped over, upright on your knees and pinned to his chest while he worked at removing your clothing. He paid no mind to the buttons on your blouse, the poor old thing clattering to the ground in dozens of pieces as the ripped it right from your chest. His hands molded to the shape of your body as he felt you up, nibbling on your earlobe when your head fell back into his shoulder and cupping your breasts over the fabric of your thin bra.

You shorts were easy to discard, as there wasn’t much to remove to begin with. Xavier always said they made your ass look incredible, hence why he spent some extra time admiring how the undersides of your cheeks hung from beneath the hem.

Xavier released his grip from you, forcing your front down onto the bed but keeping your ass up high, wiggling and on display for him and him alone. He slid your shorts and panties the rest of the way down your knees and over your ankles, tossing them behind his shoulder to lay neglected with the rest of your clothing.

“And to think, Y/N,” Xavier began as he worked at removing his own clothing.

You heard the rustling of his windbreaker and the zipper of his shorts coming undone as you lay motionless against the pillow that smelled of the musty cologne Xavier was known for drenching himself in before camp began every morning.

“I was gonna take it easy on you tonight.”

His lips ghosted the shell of your ear, catching you off guard when he’d lowered himself to your level. Goosebumps prickled your shoulder and spine as he retreated to his original position on his knees behind you.

Xavier parted the mounds of flesh on your ass, reveling in the sight of your folds glistening with arousal in the moonlight that bled in through the open curtains. He let out a low half chuckle, half groan at your hypocrisy. You’d mocked him only minutes ago about his own predicament, yet here you were, dripping for him.

As if he even needed to, you heard Xavier hawk from deep in the back of this throat, then felt a hot spat of stringy saliva make contact with your core and quickly dribble downwards towards your clit. Xavier’s thumb began massaging the skin close to your heat, anywhere but where you wanted him. He took pride in watching you squirm, watching you whimper and listening to the small string of please’s that fell from your lips at barely above a whisper.

When he’d decided you’d had enough, he ran his fingers through your velvet folds, pushing two of his fingers in up to the last knuckle. Your walls welcomed him with ease, swallowed him as he resisted the urge to crumble on the spot.

“Seems like I’m not the only one who’s turned on right now,” he amused himself as he toyed with the excess of wetness that coated your cunt, thumb prodding at your clit each time he felt like you weren’t making enough noise for him.

“Will you just shut up and fuck me, Xavier?” you called from your position on the pillow, the low thread cotton beginning to leave imprints on your cheeks.

“With pleasure, doll.”

In an instant, his fingers left your core, causing you to shiver at the emptiness. However, his fingers were quickly replaced with his cock, that had been neglected, bobbing in the crisp air, leaking with the desire to fit inside of you. Xavier ran his flushed, pink tip through the shining petals of your folds for ease before inching his way into you.

You both sighed in unison as Xavier’s long, thick cock split you agonizingly. Despite only a week’s passing, your tight, warm cunt was no match for Xavier’s length, or his girth. Each and every. fucking. time. it felt like he was tearing you in two. He paused when he was fully seated in you, letting out a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. His hands reached out to steady himself on your hips, nails digging harshly into your sides.

He set his pace in no time, not quite giving you enough time to adjust to his size, although there was no negating the pleasurable burn left behind each time his hips rolled into your ass. Your whimpers turned to full-blown moans as he assaulted your pussy, fingers reaching out for something, anything to grasp to sate the impending coil tightening deep within your belly.

You became more desperate, wanting more from Xavier despite him snapping into you at rapid speed. His cock pumped in and out of you with a harmonious string of squelches, each more wet-sounding than the last.

In attempt to spur yourself on faster, you began working in tandem with Xavier, rocking yourself forwards and backwards onto his length.

“How many times do I have to tell you, pet. You’re not calling the shots here,” Xavier growled as he ripped you up by the roots of your hair, pulling you flush against his sweat-slick chest.

All you could muster was a mewl as the burn of both his cock buried in your cunt and the burn of his grip on your hair consumed your body, blossoming into something akin to pure, raw rapture.

“Fuck,” Xavier hissed as you clenched around him.

“Your pussy’s so fucking tight. Gonna make me cum soon, baby,” he purred in your hear, causing your toes to curl and your lip to bleed from how hard you were biting down on the skin.

“Please let me cum, Xavier,” you begged, unsure if you could hold out for much longer.

You knew for certain that if you came before instructed, Xavier would continue to tease you until you couldn’t stand it, and leave you high and dry. He’d force you to finish him off in your mouth, force you to swallow every last pearly bead of cum and then walk off in the opposite direction, with no regard to the ache between your thighs, only caring about the appearance of his hair that he’d check out through the reflective lenses of his infamous sunglasses.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” he pondered in between thrusts.

“You’ve been awfully naughty tonight. I’m not so sure that bad girls deserve to cum.”

“Xavier, come on,” you whined.

The blonde chuckled in your ear, cherishing your neediness, your desperation to be pushed over the edge by his hand and his cock.

“I supposed I could let you cum. On one condition.”

“Anything,” you writhed in his strong grip, lungs running out of air from how tightly his was holding you against his chest.

“You have to scream loud enough for the whole. camp. to hear you. Think you can do that for me?”

All it took was the weakest nod you could muster and Xavier dropped you back down onto the mattress, never once pulling himself out of you. His pace increased by tenfold, sparks shooting deep inside of you at your release that was to come.

Withing a few tight circles of his gentle but calloused fingers against your swollen bundle of nerves, you were cumming. Hard and loud, loud enough for everyone to hear. Just as he’d instructed you too. He refused to let up on his thrusts, fucking you long and deep through your orgasm. You tucked your head into your chest the best you could to come down from the waves of euphoria that never seemed to stop flowing through you. But you weren’t done yet.

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep clenching me like that. Just. Like. That.”

You held out for him, fighting the urge to collapse. The muscles of your walls pulsated around him, hugging him in the warmest embrace. Had he not ran out of condoms three days ago, he would have come inside of your cunt that was overflowing with your own juices.

When Xavier had reached his end, he withdrew himself from you. With a few jerks of his cock into his furled fist before he found his release. Ropes of his warm seed overflowed onto your back and up your naked spine and he came loudly with a grunt. He came much quicker and much harder than you’d ever seen him go, as you felt the bed dip almost simultaneously after silence overtook the room.

You laid there for a prolonged period of time, head still tucked into your chest, waiting for Xavier to retrieve a warm rag from the bathroom to clean up his...mess. When he still hadn’t moved after a solid handful of minutes, you called for him. No answer.

“Xavier, what the fuck? Go get a rag.”

It wasn’t until you felt small, slippery droplets run down your arms and pool in between your elbows that you shifted from your position.

There was no denying, even in the darkness, what you were seeing reflecting from the moonlight in the window. Coating your entire backside, arms, and legs was a metallic-smelling, dark substance that nowhere resembled Xavier’s cum in the slightest. Looking over at Xavier, you realized why he hadn’t moved in several minutes.

Standing directly over you was a tall, brooding black figure, a crescent-shaped dagger raised above his head, ready to strike again.

And attached to his hips? A set of bulky keys that suddenly began to jingle in the draft caused by the caved-in screen door of the cabin.

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