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Heroic Betrayal | Luke Castellan (part 1)

SPOILER FOR THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS SERIES AND THE BOOKS

pairing: Luke Castellan x female!reader

show: Percy Jackson and the Olympians

warnings: dark!character, betrayal, implied sexual content, heavy angst, kidnapping

word count: 5,8k

summary: When Luke switches to the dark side, he tries everything possible to win you for him.

a/n: so as the show comes to an end (dont cry dont cry dont cry), I thought I would finally post this :)))

read part 2 here

"I'll find you!" his voice echoes through the forest, my laughter much louder than I intend to. But that´s just how it always goes. It's our own little tradition.

Every year when the camp starts again and we meet after the holidays passed, we play hide and seek in the dangerous forest of the half-blood camp. The creatures usually don't come across our path, in recent years it has rarely happened, that we actually had to defend ourselves against them.

Once it was an angry dryad, who threw branches at me (she had a crush on Luke and wanted revenge, but since I could understand her feelings and felt sad for her, we sorted it out).

Another time we were spotted by some camp members, who made fun of us, but Luke must have said something to them later, because we haven't been bothered by these troublemakers since.

It is always the same pattern, but each time there is still something special about it. We have grown, became more mature (I think), and have more and more experience about the struggles in life.

So being able to just let go for a few moments and being completely alone with him is probably the best thing to keep myself sane (even if he drives me a little bit crazy with the love I hold for him).

But a lot has changed recently.

It all started when rumors spread, that Zeus' lightning bolt had been stolen by Poseidon's son. And then the most supportive, bravest, sassy kid in the world showed up here. Percy Jackson. Ever since I met him, even though it's not his fault, there's been war going on. The gods are angry, the monster attacks became worse and again, rumors about the oldest, most powerful titan Kronos reached the camp.

It scared and frightened many people, including me. That's why we've been training harder and stay awake, even when the stars are shining, so that we can prepare for any catastrophe. To be able to fight.

My mother is the goddess Demeter, my father a simple man. I adore them both, even though my mother isn't one of my closest contacts. But I never really held that against her, because at least she decided to acknowledge me as her daughter. After all, it's a privilege that not everyone gets. My siblings and friends at camp are important to me, but the world is changing and so is everything around it.

The only stability I have left is my boyfriend Luke.

If I had to rely on one person in the whole world (and by that I also mean the underworld), it would be him.

He's been my best friend since I arrived at this camp. We've been together through ups and downs, I know every side of him and he knows everything about me too. Many of the people here are like blank pages to me, but not him. He is like my favorite book, that lays open to me and allows me to read each letter individually. Just as I know every of his dreams, every secret, every truth and every lie. He is my protector, my hero in every dark night and every bright day. Without him, I don't even know who I am. He is a part of me and my heart wouldn't be whole without him.

I watched him grow up. From the small, thin boy whose eyes hid so much pain and sadness to the strong, soulful leader he is today.

His beauty cannot be influenced by anything, he is like my very own sun, without him I could not survive.

I wouldn't want it any other way though.

Now, I'm hiding behind a tree with my back pressed against the bark and I am able to hear the cracking and swinging of the branches.

I smile so wide, that my cheeks start to hurt, when I hear his voice calling. My heart is beating in my throat, but it's not just the adrenaline of not getting caught. It's because of my love for him, which is so strong that sometimes I'm afraid of it. But only in the moments when I realize that nothing, but him is my biggest flaw. I think I would do anything for him.

Then I concentrate again and listen to the sounds around me. But his voice has fallen silent and I don't hear his footsteps anymore.

My eyebrows furrow, confused I try to look around the tree and search for an orange t-shirt. Likely together with his slim body, biceps, beautiful face and wonderful personality.

But when I want to withdraw again, it's already too late. A branch breaks behind me and before I can move I'm pushed against the tree from behind.

I immediately feel his body against mine, hear the laughter in his voice and listen to his strained breathing. His hands wrap around my body and turn me towards him, so that we are now face to face.

He's taller than me and as I look up, I feel the familiar fluttering feeling in my chest. I am so in love with him.

He grins triumphantly at me and I lean against the tree, smiling kindly.

"Found you, princess." The light reflects in his brown eyes and some of his curls are laying wildly on his head. He looks like an angel.

"I made it easy for you." My voice teases him and when he leans in so close to me, that our lips almost touch, I forget how to think properly. A habit I can't change. He's just so captivating.

"Yeah? You think I wouldn't have found you otherwise? Funny. I remember that in the last few years, I always was the winner of our little game." His lips brush mine, I want nothing more than to kiss him. But he knows that, which is why he slowly pulls back, when I start to lean forward.

When I want to complain, he puts his hand around my waist and pulls me into his chest. My knees almost give out, I feel so intoxicated by his presence.

"I-I wanted you to find me." My voice whispers quietly.

His eyebrows rise in mock surprise.

"Then I guess, I can claim my prize without feeling bad." In the next second, his lips are on mine and I'm unable to do anything, other than kissing him back. I wrap my arms around his neck and enjoy the warmth that radiates from him. He sets my heart on fire.

While pushing me against the tree, I've completely forgotten about, he lets his hands wrap possessively around my waist. Digging his nails into my hips, to keep me grounded. Otherwise, I would probably get lost in those sensations.

Luke kisses in a way, like it's the last time he'll have the chance. (As if I would ever want to keep him from doing that).

He's passionate, my body feels like it's on fire and the heat inside me feels so good, that I want more. I can never get enough of him and he knows it. He grins against my lips, but he doesn't break the kiss. I think he secretely loves knowing how much he can mess with me, with just a few kisses.

My hands find his hair and pull him closer to me, our chests touch and his breathing mingles with mine.

It is wonderful and so precious, I would refuse any gift from the gods just to be close to him.

When he pulls away from me, our bodies are still close. My eyes open and look dreamily into his, our gazes reflect a familiarity and love that is like nothing I have ever experienced.

He smiles at me, pushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear and leans himself against me. His fingers stroke the exposed skin of my pulled-up shirt.

"I've missed you." If my heart hasn't melted before, it has now. I give him a kiss on the cheek and hug him, we stand in our embrace for a moment. Enjoying each other's closeness, the calm feeling until the next chaotic situation happens.

"Now we are together again. Only that matters." It's quiet around us and when I close my eyes for the second time, I hear his fast heartbeat. I have to supress a smile.

The wind is the only thing I hear until his voice breaks the silence.

"Something will happen soon. Something big." The peaceful atmosphere is threatened by his words and when I look at his face again, I see his worried eyes.

I sigh, but then nod to agree with him. "I thought about that too, it feels different. Like something is coming our way, that we can't control."

His fingers stroke my cheek and for a moment, his face holds an expression, that I can't understand. It resembles regret.

But before I can ask him about it, he smiles tenderly at me again.

"Nothing will separate us. The world is just a game. It's a matter of time and making the right moves." That is his motto. But I'm not always convinced of this. Even though I trust him to do the right thing.

"I'm just worried we'll get seperated, you know? Evil can be sneaky and traitors always exist. You never know who you can trust." Something I said must have really bothered him, because he looks like I just stabbed him.

This time I ask him about it.

"What's on your mind? You can tell me. Two people who worry about something are better, than one who is alone with it." I take his hand and stroke his skin, it feels cold even though we have summer.

"Nothing, just- I don't want to lose you. I couldn't be here without you. I need you. I mean...I-I love you. You know that I would do anything to keep us together, right?"

His words surprise me. I know he loves me. I can sense that, everyone probably does. But he has never worn his heart on his sleeve and the three magical words only come out of his mouth on special occasions. The fact that he's telling me now surprises me.

"Of course. I trust you. We will survive together, I know that. Are you worried because of the rumors about the Titan King?" This topic is always very critical and he usually doesn't like to talk about it, but this time I decide to address it directly.

"He will come. I just want you to be safe, when it happens." He sounds so confident it gives me goosebumps.

"Perhaps. His followers will definitely try. But love is stronger than anything else. Especially our love. We will get through it." He doesn't look convinced, so I turn his face towards mine and kiss him.

My voice sounds soft, when I speak again.

"Luke, I love you. I could never leave you. Not even the King of the Underworld will be able to keep us apart. I promised to be by your side in every moment of our lives. You are my soul and without it I am damned."

This seems to reassure him, but I feel like he's not telling me something of great importance. But I don't want to push him, I know he will tell me when the time comes.

He always does.

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As the day comes to an end, I say goodnight to my siblings and report for my night watch duty. The situation has been a lot more worse the recent weeks. Kronos exists, my worst fear was confirmed. And he is building an army, that is so strong that it will be difficult to fight against it. But what I'm really worried about are the rumors about our people, who have also joined his cause.

Nobody knows who, the spies have been hiding ever since. I've never felt like I was paying more attention to my words than I am now. The only person I don't have to hold back to is Luke.

But even with him I notice the effects of the bad news. The circles under his eyes are darker than ever and his nerves are so frayed, that every little thing makes him want to explode. His temper is hanging by a thread, that is increasingly threatening to break. And I'm trying everything to prevent this.

No matter if I try it by making him laugh (which has become difficult), massaging his tense shoulders, trying to kiss him to the point of forgetfulness (usually it's the other way around) or when he takes out his frustration by burying himself deep inside me. With every thrust of his hips, I feel him relax, his hand so tight around my body as if I would run away, if he didn't hold me close enough.

He's changing and I'm trying my best to maintain his good sides. That he doesn't completely lose himself in his responsibilities and the pressure, that he has, because he is a member of the camp council.

Besides, I can't complain, when he fucks me until I can't breathe aynmore and I block out everything around me. When he comes, he whispers the sweetest things in my ear. Even if sometimes they sound so protective, that I could almost come from his voice alone.

When he whispers to me how good I am for him or how much he loves being able to have such a power over me like that - maybe it should scare me, but I trust him like no one else.

My mind concentrated his best for my shift, but when I finally go to bed after quiet some time, my eyes quickly close.

Looking back, I wish I had never let myself sleep that night.

Because, when I close my eyes I see waves. Hear the seagulls screaming in the sky, the fish swimming in the water and the distant cries of strangers.

It's all unusual and the bright light would blind me, if I didn't avert my gaze. And as soon as I do it, I see a ship. It's huge, rust shimmers in the sunrays, the anchor shows that it's been in the same place for a while now.

I feel something pulling me towards it, pushing and burning in my chest, leaving me with a tremor that I can feel, even in my deep sleep.

As I flit through the window like a ghost, I feel paralyzed. My blood freezes, I want to disappear immediately and in my mind I scream at myself to wake up.

But it's no use, whatever is here, someone decided that I have to see it. Only then, my wish will be fulfilled and I can wake up. So, I hide in a corner, there are scratched picture frames above me and broken glass is scattered on the floor. The monsters that loudly crush the glass ahead of me seem unstoppable.

I tremble as I look at at least seven dracaenae, several shaggy hellhounds and set my eyes on gigantes, that take up almost the entire room.

But that is nothing compared to the terror, that grips me when I see my classmates. My friends. People I trusted, who I fought alongside, for who I cared about. People I would have sacrificed myself for. They all betrayed me. And I feel close to tears. When I want to turn away, I hear a voice that almost brings me to my knees.

It's Luke.

My faithful and caring protector, my heroic love. Someone, to which I had dedicated everything. He was my life, with every single breath I took. The motivation behind my every action. The reason I wanted to survive in this cruel world. He was everything I had and everything I will ever have and in that moment it was abruptly taken from me.

I didn't have the strength to concentrate, it was as if every fiber of my body was on fire, triggered by the torment of my suffering heart. Seeing him like that, in black armor, Kronos' silver mark glittering around his neck, instead of his colorful necklace. A stoic, hostile expression on his face, his hands gripping his sword, it all hurt too much to watch.

And as I sank to the floor and covered my eyes with my hands, I was still forced to listen. I couldn't understand why he was saying such things.

"With every day he becomes stronger, with every participation in our army, we become stronger. Everything is planned, the camp is weak. Just like all of its residents. The surprise is on our side, because we will show no mercy. We will kill anyone, who does not confess to us. Do you hear me? No hostages will be taken. Only Hades population will be expanded."

The screams around me are so loud, so angry and horrific that I feel tears running down my cheeks.

I don't want to see any of that. The person infront of me is not my Luke.

A kind of fog creeps around me and I feel cold, it seems too late to forget it now. When I notice the golden coffin and Lukes hunched posture, the scar on the side of his face, I realize he is praying to him.

To the fall of Olympus. Kronos.

I want to cry, to scream, to be angry - but I just feel like every part of my heart is breaking and will never be whole again. Luke will never again be the one to heal it.

My consciousness leaves the ship until I finally wake up, but I can't move at first. I feel lost, my muscles are stiff and after a few seconds I notice that I'm shaking. But it's not because I'm cold, the summer air is wafting in the air.

Such dreams are rare, but are like the own scary predictions of the future.

And then it comes all back so me, the memories, that have just turned my whole life upside down. Traitor. The word appears in my mind, I feel like I almost can't breathe. And then there is a finger on my cheek, gently stroking the skin and my chest immediately becomes warm.

I know this gesture.

When I open my eyes, I see his loving eyes and the smile that covers his mouth makes my heart clench in sorrow.

It was just a nightmare. Luke would never betray me.

But the whispers in my head say otherwise.

As we continue to look at each other in silent, I notice his furrowed eyebrows.

"What's wrong, my love? Did you have a nightmare? You look scared. Don't be afraid, I'm here. I will always protect you." His voice is so calm, so usual loving and it makes the butterflies in my stomach fly around like crazy.

He is so beautiful.

As he briefly turns his head to tighten the blanket around me, I see his side profile and the scar. Reminders of my dream crash onto me like a lightning strike from Zeus himself.

I sat up abruptly. Luke is a servant of our enemy. How could I ignore that? I feel like I'm almost starting to hyperventilate. The thought, this nightmare, Luke's appearance, this evil feeling - it makes me sick. And I'm suddenly so afraid, more than I have ever been in my life. But I can't tell if it's the fact that I just found out he joined Cronos' army or that he broke my heart doing so.

I see him tense, my panic seems to be affecting him too.

My thoughts are so confusing, I don't know what to do, I have to tell someone. I have to-

His hands find their way to my cheeks, cupping them gently to direct his gaze towards himself. I would have preferred not to look at him, but I have no choice. His eyes search mine.

Then, as if the weight of Atlas punishment was put on his shoulders, he lowers them. His lips tremble slightly and his eyes look at me, as if I am the most valuable thing in the world and he is about to lose it.

"You know it." He doesn't have to say what he means by that. We both know.

I want to break away from him, but he won't let me. He's always been much stronger.

But everything still feels so different, light surrounds us and I can't really feel my body.

"Listen to me, please. I can explain it. Please-" The world goes silent, before he can finish his sentence.

It is too much.

I stifle a scream. I want to jump out of bed, but his hands hold me close. I only manage to fall to the ground, breathing heavily, but his arms are much stronger and I'm still weakened by my dream. He trys to hold me in a position, so that his back hugs me. His hands grab mine and one of them covers my mouth to silence me, when I want to scream for help.

With any other person, I would have known what to do. With anyone but him, I could have defended myself without any problems. But it wasn't just anyone and what he had done to me, the betrayal he had committed, was nothing I could handle.

I tried to wriggle out of his grip, to kick him, but the more I cried and the more hysterical I became, the easier it was for him to have control over me.

And for the first time, it scared me.

"Please calm down, I have to explain it to you- you have to know, that I never wanted to deceive you, please-" I notice how his voice is failing and he has to pull himself together, to not to lose his composure.

When I shake his hand away and want to yell again, he grabs my neck with such a warning force, that no sound escapes me.

I tremble in his hold. Tears stream down my cheeks and I literally feel my heart breaking.

Then he starts whispering in my ear and his grip feels like a tragic prison.

"Nobody can know. I never wanted you to find out. Not until I convinced you, that it is the right thing to join him. Because he will win, sweetheart. I want us to win by his side." His voice sounds so confident and at the same time, as if he was a completely different person.

Tears continue running down my face and he slightly let's go of me, so he can comfort me.

"If you would just listen to me, you will understand my actions. Please, just listen to me-" but the world blurs infront of my eyes and I am only able to whisper three words, before darkness surrounds me.

"You betrayed me."

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When I wake up, my head hurts so much, that it takes me several minutes to open my eyes. When I finally do it, I almost have a heart attack.

I recognize the similarity of this room from my dream. When I stand up, I run to the round window and look out, being only able to see the blue sea. Feeling empty and alone.

When I want to step out the door, I expect it to be locked. But instead the handle turns and I step out of the room. I'm so surprised about that, that I'm acting without thinking twice.

As I walk around the next corner, the deck creaks and I see an ugly creature in front of me, that makes every instinct to escape kick in.

I run in the other direction, but every turn makes me more desperate and, without any consideration, I run into the hall, I was so afraid of.

It is filled with all kinds of ciders, and I also see the figures of my classmates, wounded and unhappy.

It's all so overwhelming, that I dont even see him standing on the podium, in the first place.

But as the monsters try to grab me, his voice echoes through the room with an affable authority.

"Nobody touches her. You hear me? Nobody. She is under my protection." I almost freeze into a stature, as he comes towards me and I have no way of avoiding him. No weapon is within my reach, his eyes notice my growing panic.

"Everyone leaves the room. Now." Nobody discusses it, even if some roll their eyes or quietly protest. His authority is unquestioned, it sends a cold shiver down my spine.

When the last doors slam shut, we stand a few meters opposite each other.

"The doors are guarded." It's the first thing he says.

When he tries to approach me, I lose my nerves and run to the corner with the broken glass, that I saw in my dream. I take them in my hands.

I see his eyes widen and he stops in his tracks.

"You- you want to fight me?" He actually sounds surprised and sad. Like I was the one who betrayed him and not the other way around.

"Don't come any closer. I may not have been able to do anything last time, but if you take one step closer then-" I don't know what to say. In no scenario did I ever think, I would have to threaten him.

But despite my warning, he comes towards me with his hands raised, the panic within me so palpable, that I can feel every muscle in my body.

I dodge, when he is only a few meters in front of me. Right into the next corner. As far away from him as possible.

"Princess, you can't keep me away forever. I've always loved that about you. You need me as much as you need to breathe."

It's supposed to sound sweet, but his words make me feel sick

"I'd rather suffocate." He didn't expect that. My words hit him so unexpectedly that he is almost speechless. Almost.

"I won't hurt you. You just have to let me get to you and I'll show you everything. You will understand, believe me." He really thinks, I'll just stay by his side and let him explain.

"Are you crazy? You're a traitor, Luke. You- you betrayed everyone. You betrayed me. How could you do this?" I suppress my tears, because that's exactly what he's waiting for. That my defense becomes weaker. I can't allow this.

"You dont understand. I always told you I would protect you. And I can only do that, if I'm on the winning side. And I am now. We are." His eyes flash with a craziness that makes me tremble. I don't recognize him.

"Why are you acting this way? You are doing the wrong thing - you give up everything. You're giving up on us." Tears leave my eyes and I see him take a few steps in my direction.

"I'm doing the right thing for us. You'll see. You just have to trust me, please. You know I always win. With the power he gives me, I will be invincible. You don't have to worry about one of us dying in this war anymore." I can't move, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have a way out now. He's too close.

"You are wrong. I would rather die in this war than join this monster and his deceitful army." The shards in my hand hurt, but I don't let them go. They're the only thing I can use to defend myself.

"You would leave me?" His eyes are staring into my soul.

"Would you fight me?" Every word is more intimidating.

"Would you stop loving me?" His words are like his own shards, leaving deep wounds in my heart.

He's standing right in front of me now, looking at me like I'm fragile.

Then he whispers "Would you kill me?"

In the next second, he suddenly has my hands in his, making me drop the glass. Be is only a few centimeters away from me now, his eyes are looking into my own.

"Would you, princess? Then show me." Suddenly he does something, I would have never expected. He takes out his sword and puts it in my hands.

His own hands go behind his back, his eyes tempting me. I feel all the blood in my body drain.

"Do it. I can't live in a world, where you don't love me anymore. In which you are no longer by my side. I am yours. That will never change, just like my love for you."

I can barely hold the sword, it's so wobbly in my hands. He stands in front of me and gives me every chance to defeat him. But I can't move.

It's quiet for a moment, then I see new hope in his eyes and when he speaks again, the tone of his voice melts my heart.

"What did you say a few months ago, you would always let me win? Let's win together this time. Please, just listen to me." His hand strokes my cheek. Wipes away the tears.

Then he drops his hand and grasps his sword, letting it fall to the ground.

He takes my hand instead.

"Follow me." He pulls me behind him, closer and closer to the golden coffin, it's like I'm in a trance, but when I finally feel the cold aura of something cruel, I'm able to think clearly again.

"No-" I don't want to be one step closer to this thing.

He turns around so quickly, that I can only slap his cheek, before he grabs me again.

"That was for kidnapping me. Let me go now!" I want to avoid his grasp. But again he does something I don't expect.

He holds me still, catches my gaze and then, kisses me so gently that the feeling alone makes me almost completely defenseless. His hands cup my cheeks, grip my hair, hold my body.

This is probably his worst trick. I've never been able to resist one of his kisses. And he knows that. He uses it against me.

Then he murmurs words against my lips, that barely reach my ears.

My heart is pounding in my throat.

"You feel this? We belong together. It is not written anywhere on which side we need to be. As long as we are together." His fingers stroke my lower lip, his figure towers over me and for a moment my surroundings fade. It's almost like always.

But he's not wearing his orange t-shirt, his expression isn't relaxed, and I don't hear any insults from the camp members in the distance.

"You're manipulating me." I am powerless against him. I thought we were on the same team, that no one had more power over the other one. But I was so wrong.

His eyebrows furrow again, and when his hands try to pull me against him, I hit his chest, without thinking, with the only piece of glass I hid in my pocket. But unlike I expected, nothing happens. The shard bounces off his skin and falls loudly to the ground. I can only stare at him in disbelief.

"How-" He just looks at me worried, no anger is visible in his eyes.

"You can't hurt me. I have the curse of Achilles upon me." I suddenly become aware of the effect the lake Styx in the underworld hast and I almost fall to the ground at the realization, my knees weaken.

"That was a test earlier. You wanted to see if I would kill you-" my voice fails.

He just looks at me sadly and smiles in regret. My heart becomes heavy.

"And I knew you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. You would never hurt someone you love. Not if you'd kill me in the process." What can I do? He knows me better than anyone, he can see right through my every thought.

"I can't do this, Luke. I-I can't be together with you, if you are like this." I'm serious, but he doesn't believe me.

"That's what you think, but it's a lie. The sooner you admit it to yourself, the more pain you avoid. Our souls are linked together, without me you are not able to live. I know, that you will continue to love me, no matter what I decide to do. That's how much you love me. You would rather die than not loving me."

I can't listen to him. I can't.

But his eyes are like all the promises in the world. He is my world. How could I ever forget that?

"Please come back with me, Luke. I-I won't tell anyone, but please. Let's go, let's forget everything, please-" I cant deal with this anymore. It's like he's draining all the energy out of me. More with every word, that leaves his lips.

"I can not do that. It will stay the way it is now. Don't fight against me, fight with me. You are so smart and loyal, you will be convinced. He will show you." His eyes now flash with something that frightens me. I see his hunger for power, something that has always been dormant within him.

"Luke, the only thing I ever really wanted was you. No power, no war, no prosperity. Only you. But I'm about to lose you. Don´t do this to me, I beg you." My hands find his face, stroke the skin and I look into his eyes. But they are no longer the same ones I fell in love with.

I never thought he would love having power more than he loves me. It breaks my heart.

"I have decided. Nothing will change about that. Not even your pleadings. I'm sorry." His eyes reflect my desperation.

"What's holding you back? All you need is me." He says it so confident, that I almost wonder, why I don´t agree with him.

But my conscience has always been my greatest strength.

"I won't betray them. I couldn't live with myself, if I did." He takes a step back.

"But you could live without me? You would rather be by Jackson's side than mine?" His words hurt me. But he speaks the truth.

"I love you Luke, more than I ever thought was possible. But just as you put power before me, I put loyalty first. And I'm not sorry about that."

Frustration finally seeps through his perfect facade. I wonder how long he's been playing with me. The thought of it makes everything inside me tighten.

"I am not letting you go. Our fate is set. You will recognize it too and when that happens, you will be on my side."

His conviction frightens me, but this time it doesn't freeze me into a statue. Now, I'm running away.

And luckely, he didn't expect that.

For a few minutes now I've noticed one of the windows, that doesn't look very stable. I just have to jump against it to open it.

"NO!" Luke's voice echoes across the room, loud and warning, but it doesn't stop me. Before he can catch up with me, I jump towards the window, my shoulder hurts, but I was right, it breaks.

But I didn't think about the height difference and I realize it might be too late to do something about it now.

As I try to hold on to the wall outside, two thoughts repeat in my mind.

Either I die or I'm trapped.

Then I hear Luke's voice. He sounds desperate and at the same time angry, like I have never heard him before.

The wall is slippery and it takes every bit of strength in me not to fall, I know it would be my death. I hold on to the broken wall.

"She is outside. Get her back, NOW!" My muscles hurt and I don't know what to do. Then I hear the loud beating of wings. Before I can see who it is, I hear Percy's quiet voice. I feel like crying.

"Drop down, I've got you." I have to trust him. So, I let myself fall without thinking.

Then I feel myself landing on something soft, I hold on to it and my knuckles turn white.

The screams and shouts of the monsters make me tremble, I just want to get out of here. Even if it means, that I perhaps will never see Luke again.

"Come on, now. They'll be here soon." As the wings of the Pegasus move towards the sky, towards freedom, I let the tears fall. The wind is beating around my ears and I can only see in the corner of my eyes that we are getting closer to the clouds.

Luke's threatening voice is the last thing I remember as I close my eyes from the grief of leaving him.

#percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #x reader #greek gods #love #betrayal #angst #percy pjo #percy series #annabeth chase #percy jackson

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ducksturniolo · 4 months

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drunk ☆

chris and y/n have bad drinking habits , they both end up wasted at a random party which causes things to take a turn.

⌗ chris sturniolo x reader

⌗ strangers to lovers

⌗ heated makeout , mentions of bad home life , alcohol + bad drinking habits , implied sex

YOUR POV :

i was absolutely wasted. i promised myself i would stay sober at this party. of course, i say that every party.

obviously my promise didn’t work out as i wanted it to .. again.

drinking was a really bad habit of mine, i started at the age of 16 to try and distract myself from the disaster that was my home life.

don’t get me wrong, i loved the feeling of being drunk, having no thoughts or worries crashing through my mind. it calmed me.

but the damage afterwards exhausted me. throwing up 5 times the next morning is not something i really enjoyed.

i tried to stop, believe me i really did. but everytime i saw a bottle of alcohol, i couldnt resist its sweet temptation.

so here i was, at another house party, drinking away my conscience. my head was spinning already, downing drink after drink in a strangers kitchen.

by now i could feel my legs going numb, if i didnt sit down soon i was definitely going to collapse. deciding on it, i looked around trying to find an open seat.

i locked eyes on a small blue lounge, noticing a boy sitting on the far side of it.

if i was sober i would definetly not be doing this, my social anxiety would take over.

as of right now though, i was drunk.

any type of common sense faded away four shots ago.

i started making my way to the lounge, passing through the drunk men and women filled through the house.

i could barely walk in a straight line, nearly falling over every step i took.

nonetheless, i made it to what i needed, the lounge, i collapsed into it. feeling a strong sense of relief on my legs.

CHRIS POV :

i was, once again, dragged to another house party by my brothers. i was trying to be rid of my unhealthy drinking habits.

them begging me to come to every house party was not helping. they knew i would always give in.

nick and matt wandered off a while ago, finding people to talk to. i stayed where i was, trying to regather myself.

i dont blame them for leaving, they wanted to keep enjoying their night. i just hope matt doesn’t drink to much, i need a ride home.

they left me sitting on a random lounge in a house filled with people i didn’t know, about to pass out. i was drunk, very drunk.

all of a sudden i felt a dip in the lounge, turning my attention over to the opposite side of the couch, i noticed a girl.

she lazily fluttered her eyes shut. i could tell she downed alot more than a few drinks. i wonder if she even realised there was another person sitting on the other side of this couch.

“wasted?” i called out to her, already knowing the answer.

“mhm” she hummed softly, not even opening her eyes yet.

i decided to not talk anymore, considering she probably has a pounding headache and just wants silence.

after a few seconds i hear her speak up, turning my head to look at her once again, we make eye contact.

oh my word.

she was gorgeous, now taking in her features. her eyes were sparkling in the red flashing lights of the party. her lips naturally parting, but only slightly-

her voice interrupted my thoughts.

“hellooo” she giggled, waving her hand over my face.

oh.

i was to busy admiring her that i probably looked like an absolute freak staring and not even responding to her.

“oh- um sorry- uh what did you say” i stuttered like an idiot. what the hell are you doing chris.

this girl was beautiful, she probably thought i was the most dumb guy in the world. stuttering and shit.

she giggled again before repeating herself. “i said what brings you here”.

she giggled ? i wonder what other sounds she would make when-

“my brothers dragged me here” i explain. “you?” i added, shooting her a quick smile with my words.

she smiled back softly. “just felt like coming to a house party”.

i nodded at her, taking in her response and her sweet voice.

her moans would be so ho-

“why so wasted?” i asked, letting out a small laugh. i was desperate to keep this conversation going.

she reciprocated a light laugh “what? a girl can’t enjoy a few drinks?”.

a few? maybe she can take a few round of my-

“yea” shrugging, i continued. “but not that many”.

the girl chuckled. “how do you know how many i’ve had stalker” she joked.

you could have alot of this-

shrugging again, i replied “i can tell, plus you admitted your pretty wasted”.

“i guess that’s true”.

true that i want your pu-

i just grinned, pausing for a second before hesitantly adding “your pretty”.

“thanks” she said, looking down at my lips for a quick moment.

i looked into her eyes, trying to figure out what she was thinking.

it wasn’t long before i just couldn’t take it anymore.

“fuck it” i whispered before smashing my lips into hers.

her lips quickly melted into mine. once we found our pace, our lips moved in sync perfectly, almost as if made for eachother.

i swiftly moved my hands to her waist, letting them slide down to her ass. not breaking the kiss, i moved her onto my lap.

she started grinding on me, making me let out a soft moan.

i pulled away from the kiss, breathless. yet i still wanted more.

looking into her eyes with pure lust, i begged “come home with me, wanna make you feel good ma”. she just stared back at me, contemplating for a moment.

“call a cab”.

THE NEXT MORNING ．．．

YOUR POV :

i woke up with a massive headache, fuck i must’ve got drunk again last night.

realising my surroundings, my eyes widened. this isn’t my room?

fuck.

☆ kanana speaks ☆

ngl i see potential for a series in this 👀 if this goes well maybeee ? lmk what u guys think 🫶🏻

#kanana writes #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolos #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #kanana luvs u #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic

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muneca-lemon-steppa · 7 months

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Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 1

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader, Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Swearing, Period Era Sexism

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fic in over a year, but I dont know I just wanted to have fun! Also lets be real... i needed these ideas out of my head. Please enjoy, have fun! Have an amazing rest of your day! Hi everyone!!! So this became a multi chapter story! This has been so much fun and I am so excited to see where this story goes! If you are interested in continuing this story, go to my tags and click ‘Interviews for New Beginnings’ there all parts will be together! Eventually I’ll put together a master list for it! Love you guys so much, I’m so glad you guys are having fun!!

You had heard about this job from your cousin Eli. And maybe that should’ve been the first clue that perhaps this may not have been a completely legal or safe or upstanding or above the table or whatever good adjective your parents could come up with position. But you had told Eli that you needed a job! And he did find you one! And your parents should be overjoyed that you will be working in the same “bakery” as a male cousin. It’s not proper for a woman to be working without a family member’s presence… especially where there are other men in the office.

“When you go in there be sure to look strong, but not too strong, emphasize that you’re docile and you want to please him.” Eli had been quizzing you about your skill sets and how you were to behave in the interview the entire walk to “The Bakery”. And while Eli was so sweet and more of a brother than a cousin… you couldn’t keep your irritation at bay.

“Tell me Eli… am I interviewing for the position of personal secretary or personal wh-“

“And don’t be so quick with that mouth of yours! Listen… Mr. Solomons is one of the most important men in Camden. This could be a really big opportunity for you. Being the personal secretary of one of the biggest names in the city can give you a steady income and some real independence! But that means you can’t be so…”

“Myself?” You say with a cocked brow and a bumped hip.

Eli’s eyes lit up as if a child he had been teaching finally understood arithmetic, “yes! Yes exactly! Listen while you’re in front of Mr. Solomons, it’s ‘yes sir’ and no questions asked. Got it?”

You sigh and roll your eyes. It felt like you had had this conversation so many times in different ways. Why did your parents care to educate you so much if you weren’t allowed to use your mind? You had asked your father many times, if God gave you a mouth and brain, why shouldn’t you be allowed to use them? And he was never really able to answer beyond a couple phrases talking about the ‘role of women’. You had just been fired from a doctor’s office due to talking back to an unruly patient. Truthfully, this was your last shot to get real independence. It was either this job… or letting your parents begin the process of finding a husband.

You finally reach the door of the bakery, and Eli turns you toward him to fix your hair and straighten your sweater, “Ok ok. Here we are dearest. Now just follow me, don’t make eye contact with everyone and just… be good.”

You chuckle out a, “Yes mum.”

With a laugh he shoves your arm, and gives his name to the young man standing by the door. With a nod he opens the door and lets you in, quickly following Eli’s steps.

While Eli said you couldn’t make eye contact with anyone he never said you couldn’t look at the bakery. It didn’t take you long to notice that while all the men were wearing aprons… there was a distinct lack of… bread… or anything to do with bread. Soon after this you began to feel that memorable tickle in your nose. Rum you thought to yourself. With a smirk you ran up behind Eli and whispered, “Wow quite the bakery Eli. Does the family know about your little rum house job?”

His face was pale, and he was clearly in no mood to joke. With a huff you returned to your previous pace, and you see that the office is just ahead.

Suddenly you feel the flush in your neck, and begin to steel yourself. You had of course heard about Mr. Alfred Solomons. The King of Camden. The Brave War Captain turned Ruthless Gangster. Eli was not kidding when he said that Mr. Solomons was one of the most important people in the city. He ruled the community. This was not the time and place for your mouth to act up. This was the time to behave and play it safe.

Eli rapped the door of the private office gently, and was met with a gruff, "What now!?"

Eli with a shaking hand opened the door, "Mr. Solomons? It's me Eli I..."

"What the fuck do you want eh? Come on now yeah you interrupt me and just stand there acting like you've been struck dumb by God. Come on!!"

Eli kept stammering, basically useless, so you stepped up, "Mr. Solomons, I'm Eli's cousin. I'm here for the secretary position."

Mr. Solomons eyebrows furrowed, looking you up and down. You couldn't help but feel like a child in front of his stare. Fiery, discerning, and just plain terrifying. "You said you're here for what?"

"The secretary position. My cousin said you were in need of a secretary."

Mr. Solomons looked at Eli and looked at you, "And you think you're qualified for a secretary position?"

The heat in your chest started to grow. And you could feel your temper begging to be let out. But you had to make a good impression. You needed this job. You needed to be sweet and to behave.

You nodded, "Yes sir, I can assure you I am I-"

"I'm sorry treacle but this simply will not do." Mr. Solomons cut you off. "What I am doing here right? I'm running a legitimate business. I am running something very difficult that little girls like you simply could not deal with yeah? Now run along and go do whatever young girls do yeah?"

"Mr. Solomons I-"

"Treacle now you're making me a little frustrated right, I said run along now."

You could feel the heat rising and rising, and Eli tugging at your sleeve, "Mr. Solomons if you will just listen-"

Mr. Solomons rose from his desk, "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE I SAID LEAVE."

"I AM YOUR NEW SECRETARY DAMNIT."

The room went silent. The entire bakery went silent. And from the corner of your eye you can see different men pausing, waiting to see what would happen next.

Alfred Solomons, for the first time in his life, was left speechless. The last woman who had yelled at him was his mother. Usually, women run and hide from him upon the first interaction. Men have wet themselves from his bellowing. Yet... this little woman is standing here, screaming at him, demanding to be heard. He did not know what to do, he could only stare at her.

You tried to be good. You really did try! But it was too late now. Mr. Solomons was just staring at you, and you had a point to make.

"Mr. Solomons, I am the most capable secretary that you will ever have walk through these doors. I am fluent in Russian, Yiddish, Hebrew, and French. Not only can I read and write, I was the best in my class in maths. I am a damn good baker, though clearly you do not need my services there. I am incredibly punctual and polite and am able to talk to anyone. And to top it all off, I make a very good cup of tea. Now I put on my best dress and shoes and I walked 45 minutes to get to your ridiculous office and I will be damned if I will leave here without a job! Do I have your attention now sir?"

While you were speaking Alfred Solomons had slowly lowered himself into his seat, with a smile on his face. He was stroking his beard, considering your fiery eyes, and the shape of your lips while you yelled at him. He began to laugh to himself, "Come sit down treacle. Eli, get the fuck out, stand by the door."

You turned to look at your cousin, but he had already closed the door behind him. You walked to the desk where Mr. Solomons was sitting, and took a seat directly in front of him. Where he had been leaning back in his chair, he was now leaning forward on the desk, resting on his elbows on top of a thick layer of papers. His eyes twinkled, and a handsome smirk played on his lips. Your rage was still simmering, and it was hating you for staring at those eyes.

"You can read and write?"

"Yes."

"How fast can you type?"

"80 words per minute."

"You're good at math?"

"You want to put a slate in front of me and have me recite a King's speech as well Mr. Solomons?"

He barked out a laugh, "Fuck me. You've got a sharp tongue on you don't you?"

"I have language why not use it."

"Fucking hell...alright listen here you little viper. I want you here every morning at 8 o'clock. Ready to work. You will have many a late night in this job. You will be my personal secretary, which means when I say "come here", I better see you before I finish that sentence. You'll need to write letters for me as well as manage my meetings alright? You will be my shadow. Any questions?"

"What is my salary?"

He paused, staring at you, seemingly trying to see how low you would take, "4 pounds a week."

"6"

"Good Lord what do you need 6 pounds a week for? 4 and a half and thats generous."

"Mr. Solomons I'm not stupid I know what you do. You need me. You want to become a respectable businessman you need someone like me to make sure your affairs are in order. I know you are working with many different people, and you need my abilities. I am the best you will ever have. 5 and a half."

Alfred keeps stroking his beard...wondering how the hell Eli could be related to someone so strong... and how much it was going to cost to keep you, "5 pounds a week. And I will give you a Hanukkah bonus."

"...And Rosh Hoshannah off."

"Done."

You stood to shake his hand, firmly, though he kept smirking as he shook yours. "Alright my little viper, I will see you tomorrow. Bring ink and a notebook. We start at 8."

"Thank you Mr. Solomons. You won't regret this!"

"Alfie. You will call me Alfie from now on."

The way he said it while staring into your eyes brought a heat to your cheeks, and you prayed that he couldn't see any change in your demeanor. "Alfie." You whispered as you nodded and walked away.

He couldn't help but linger there in that moment, watching you walk away, speaking animatedly with Eli. Never had he ever felt so... struck by a woman before. He had women before of course, but no woman had captivated him the way you just did. He needed you. He needed you with him, in any way that you allowed him to have you near. Maybe this was a mistake, but he highly doubted it. How could a mistake be so beautiful?

"OLLIE!" He yelled, "WE NEED A DESK AND CHAIR NOW!"

#alfie solomons x reader #alfred solomons #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x y/n #alfie solomons x you #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #this is my new hyperfixation #i just love him #daddy i love him #Interviews for New Beginnings

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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Waking them up w/ a morning kiss! (TADC edition)

slowly but surely i am approaching the end of my tycoon... and yet despite the exhaustion creeping and making a home in my bones, i do not feel the desire to go to bed. perhaps its self destruction or carelessness, i'll be damned that this is the most productive ive been writing wise in a hot minute anyways requests are open

CAINE:

well this is assuming he sleeps... which personally, while i think the others CAN sleep (although they dont need to), i dont think.. caine can.. i think when he falls asleep its akin to how computers to. but one little tap is enough to snap him right back... so you may get startled when he snaps his jaws open the second your lips make contact with his teeth... but dont be alarmed...! hes not upset.. actually i think if anything he might be a little shocked at the gesture... oh he should have done it to you, damn it! definitely going to try to one up you that day, no one gets the jump on # 1 reader simp, Caine!!! 8/10 hes still very giddy and happy about it and hes in a good mood for the entire day

POMNI:

i think she might be a little too groggy to realize youve kissed her, but will flutter her eyes open if you give her another kiss. gets really red in the face before pushing herself deeper under the covers... i think shes generally like that with random gestures of affection and love, so please dont take this as her not enjoying the act! i promise she does like it, its just between this being standard reaction for her and just waking up shes a little... more bashful than she normally would be.. i think she would try to do the same to you the following day.. or maybe do a surprise gesture for you in return to even out the score! 7/10 very cute

RAGATHA:

as time passes i find myself making ragatha more and more of a sap, and honestly i dont hate the direction im going in. i think if you woke her up with a kiss, she would be smiling throughout the day and like caine, be in a more upbeat mood! its such a small thing to wake up to, but it means the world to her, you know? know these are starting to sound samesy with the 'returning the favor' thing but i think ragatha would at least double what you did for her.. you better incorporate the morning kisses into your routine because small stuff like that goes a long way for ragatha! 8/10

JAX:

i think he might just look at you before flipping over to face the other way and try to go back to sleep. its not totally to be mean to you and him being 'eeeewww affection' but mostly because hes not really.... a morning person. he never will be. kiss him all you want, hes not going to wake up... if he doesnt turn over, hes probably going to tug you to his chest and hold you still. probably grumbles at you to stop because he wants to sleep in that morning... but hey, look at it this way, you got some cuddling now! so hey at least theres some side of trade 5/10

KINGER:

i think he might nuzzle into your cheek and try to give you a 'kiss' back when he realizes what youre doing. pulls you to his chest, but he has full intent (unlike jax who mostly just wanted to keep you put and to make you stop moving around)... he may not have arms, but hes going to try his damndest to use his hands to keep you close... tries to push off the beginning of the day for a while longer... despite kinger actually being a morning person. leads to the two of you having a mumbled conversation about your dreams... very nice very sweet 8/10

ZOOBLE:

oh zooble is very much NOT a morning person, but i dont think they would be as mean as jax... they might mumble and tell you to hold back, but once theyre fully awake theyre going to set down some boundaries and apologize if they had upset you. they just dont like being woken up, no matter how sweetly... unless theres an emergency, they dont want to be woken up... though even then they might still be a little irritated... i think in this case swapping out morning kisses for something else that works better for both of you is the best course of action here 6/10

GANGLE:

i think she would lean right into it... maybe she wraps herself around you, if she hadnt already done that in her sleep... her mask is a little cold, so it might shock you a little and wake you up a lot more than you were expecting... oh i think gangle would feel bad about that... she didnt mean to make you uncomfortable (even though ultimately, youre not)...i think throughout the day she might be more happy and bubbly, perhaps even putting herself out more than she normally would. definitely a confidence boost for her! she even doesnt seem as sad or upset when her comedy mask breaks... i mean shes still... upset.. but not as much as she normally would be 7/10 very cute

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #caine x you #pomni x reader #pomni x you #ragatha x reader #ragatha x you #jax x reader #jax x you #kinger x reader #kinger x you #zooble x reader #zooble x you #gangle x reader #gangle x you

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skyechild · 9 months

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Athazagoraphobia:

(noun) The fear of being forgotten.

𖤐Summary: there was only one think that scares you the most, its being forgotten. Slowly drifting away from people you loved the most.

𖤐Pairing: ateez x reader

𖤐Genre: angst

𖤐Word count: 1.3k

𖤐Warnings: none, only angst and cursing, established

𖤐 network and tag list: @cultofdionysusnet / @spooo00oky /

𖤐: Authors notes: i hurt myself writing this tbh. I might write a pt.2 if asked

You bit your lip, looking at the table then your drink. You had already started getting the pitiful looks. The ones dedicated to when someone gets stood up. You glanced down at your phone. The shop was closing in 15 minutes. You clenched your fists, a glossy sheen covering your eyes.

Standing up you bowed towards the staff, refusing to make eye contact. "Thank you and im sorry." You left, barely remembering the bags you had gotten for your boyfriends. The doorbell going off just sending your mood plummeting even more. You rubbed your eyes with your forearm since your hands were occupied.

Walking towards the shared apartment you unlocked it. You were half tempted to break everything you gotten gotten for them. a few records for Hongjoong, a new lego set for Seonghwa, a puppy plushie with a slytherin scarf around the neck for Yunho. Yeosang had something you commissioned from someone. It was a beautiful bracelet, 9 charms dangling from the silver. Yeosang's skin was always sensitive to a lot of accessories.

San got a little mountain keychain and a custom plushie of byeol. (you loved that cat and always joked about stealing her.) Mingi got a small necklace then ended right at his sternum, the sun and moon hanging from it. Wooyoung got a book of 'coupons' that he could use all year and the one item he has been wanting for months. Jongho got a new hoodie (because you stole most of his.) and a plushie of a bear. But they were too expensive.

You opened the door, hearing the loud voice of Wooyoung followed by the others laughter. Purposely slamming the door to signal your arrival. You heard the living room go silent, the air tense as you kicked on your shoes. Walking around the corner you held back the tears as you noticed one of your friends on the couch. You had introduced them a few months ago and you you were happy they got along.

But then they started drifting away. Forgetting important dates, times you were supposed to go somewhere. With their excuse of 'we didnt notice the time go by.' You shook your head, sighing. You threw the bags onto the couch, landing in the lap of Yeosang and Mingi. "Get out. All of you. Go stay somewhere else for tonight." Your voice was curt and cold. Eyes blank but watery. "I dont want to see you guys tonight." You dropped your backpack before walking towards your bedroom.

You heard the silence before you heard the whispers, footsteps moving around and you only heard one pair leaving. You locked your door as soon as you heard footsteps get close, followed by soft knocking. "Y/n?" You snapped, turning to face the door. "Go the fuck away Seonghwa." You hissed, hitting the door, hearing the soft gasp.

Seonghwa knew they fucked up. There was no nickname. No 'Hwa'. No, there was anger, rejection and sadness. "You guys always fucking forget something. Am i really the one you guys are dating? Or is it Sujin? You're spending so much time with her that i dont know what we are anymore. Maybe this relationship was a mistake." It was quiet again, footsteps freezing in place.

Did you really think that? Hongjoong pushed Seonghwa out of the way, jiggling the door handle. "Open the door Y/n. Please?" You shook your head, momentarily forgetting they couldnt see you. "I really dont want to see any of you." Hongjoong huffed. "You dont mean that." You sat on your bed, laying on your stomach, opting to not answer. "Y/n open this door or im going to break it down."

The words contradicted the tone in San's voice. His voice was soft and worried. Oh so now theyre caring. You scoffed, turning your head the other way, refusing the urge to answer. Dont you fucking dare break that door. You stood up quickly, calling your father as you packed a small bag.

"Dad?" You murmured as he picked up. Placing the phone between your ear and shoulder you shoved clothes in the bag, sniffling softly. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke up. "Whats wrong? What did they do? I told you it wasnt a good idea. Are you coming over?" You hiccupped in response. "Is it ok if i do?" He chuckled softly. "Do you want me to come get you?" You glanced at the door. You know they were afraid of your dad, he had made threats on multiple occasions. Hidden threats and blatant ones. "No, i think ill be ok." He hummed softly before taking a breath.

"Put me on speaker so i can hear everything." Following his words you set the phone on speaker, placing it down on the table. The soft knocking and quiet begging started back up. "Y/n please? Im sorry we forgot. Sujin arrived and-" Yunho was cut off. "Y/n i told you she was using you! How many times did i tell you to leave her?" Your dads voice had raised. "She was never your friend, she wanted the boys and you knew that. You knew she did." He sighed.

Your dad never liked Sujin. Very verbal in his dislike of her. You heard footsteps before you heard another quiet knock, this time Jonghos voice filtering through, causing both you and your dad to soften a bit. "Baby?" Your dad had a soft spot for the youngest. "Please let me in..." You wanted to say no but you could tell your dad was thinking about it too. "Let only him in sweetheart." You were sure they couldnt hear him as the silence was loud.

You walked closer, unlocking the door and opening it a bit to pull the youngest in, slamming the door and locking it right after. The complaints coming soon after. "You dont deserve to be in here, with your dumb fucking excuses i know youre going to start spewing." Jongho frowned, shoulders slouching. "I only want the truth." He nodded, fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach for you.

You unconsciously took a step back as you noticed the movement. "Im dating you." He spoke, voice soft. "You know this." You did, he was usually the one that remembered and arrived even if the others didnt. You let him continue. "We were getting ready when she arrived, we thought it was ok for a small chat before we left but time passed quickly..." You nodded, arms crossed. You knew how fast time flied sometimes.

It felt like that whenever you were with the boys. Hours going by without you noticing. You looked at him. "You guys never thought to i dont know, check the fucking clock?" He bit his lip. "Did you even remember how important today was? I was our fucking anniversary." He bit his lip, harder, remembering the bags of things you had thrown at them.

"Im sorry baby." He whispered, he sounded so sincere that you took a step forward, not noticing how your dad had ended the call. "I really want you guys to think about what happened today. Go stay somewhere else. We- I need some time to come to terms that some of you...might not care for me as much as i thought you did." You held up a finger when Jongho opened his mouth.

"Have you ever kissed her?" He shook his head rapidly, you believed him. Jongho was loyal to a fault. You reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as tears formed. "Take them with you when you leave..." You whispered and he hugged your waist tightly, nodding. "San was serious about breaking down your door." He whispered and you rolled your eyes. "I bet he was, but you wouldve stopped him for me."

He nodded, shoving his face in your neck and inhaling. You still smelled like raspberries. You rested your head against his. "Goodnight Jongho..." He pulled back as you did, reluctantly, but he did. This is why he was the one you went to the most. He respected your boundaries. Not that the others didnt.

#skyechilds work #ateez imagine #cultofdionysusnet

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transsexualhamlet · 1 month

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4 and 8 for the character section of the fandom ask game for Mairon :)

hiiiii!

fandom ask game

4- NOTP for character

I am pretty open to anything when it comes to people's ideas about who's fucking Mairon because let's be honest, he really and truly does get around. However those bonkers Amazon Rings of Power watchers who think Sauron and Galadriel are getting jiggy with it are where I draw the goddamn line. It's blatantly out of character, our lord and saviour has never been able to maintain eye contact with a woman (but in all seriousness i dont care do what you want)

8- A headcanon I have about this character

I'm not going to lie I've gotten so in my head about this man that some things I had fully convinced myself were canon I realized I had just utterly made up in my head. I must admit I was so obsessed with the image of Mairon bestowing the crown that would lead the both of them eventually into ruin to his master I had utterly forgotten Mairon did not forge the Iron Crown and that in the Silm it is credited to Melkor himself. My solution to this was that Mairon did forge the crown itself, but credits it to Melkor because Melkor insisted on setting the gems (both because they would have burned Mairon and because he was very weird about them). I just think that after 3000 years of holding down the fort waiting for Melkor to come back Mairon had a lot of time to get Neurotic and very obsessed with Doing This Thing For Melkor, especially with the added stress of Ungoliant's wounds on him.

Another thing I think about is that, although there is something very satisfying about walking around seductively covered in jewelry and showing the whole world that you have those in power in your pockets, Mairon sort of grows to hate it. Like, really, really bad. He reinvents himself completely in the second age, and that pretty twink anglerfish lure he makes himself is fun, because at the beginning of the second age everything is still fun- even though he lost Melkor, in some ways he still thinks he can get him back, and that this is just playing the long game, which he is proven well in (see first paragraph). But as time goes on it starts to grate. He enjoys looking pretty and talking pretty. But he misses running around naked in the woods with the wolves and ripping people's throats out, which the further he gets into this con he realizes he's never going to get back (single tear rolls down face, I know, so sad) This is something sort of under the surface with Celebrimbor because in some ways he is actually being genuine in his desire with the elves to put things back the way they used to be. But when he has to stick on that face again in Numenor, he is already tired. He doesn't like Pharazon, he doesn't like Numenor, he doesn't like anything about the world anymore, really, and he's very sick of pretending otherwise. I believe this must eventually have been quite evident to those who witnessed his whole Death Cult Phase.

I think this is why he utterly gave that up in the third age, it is not that he physically lost the ability to 'appear fair' as if it was some injury or accidental loss of power, it is moreso a metaphor- that he actively could not bring himself to drag himself together ever again. It was moreso damage that Eru's action did to his spiritual state of being, and I think unintentionally on Eru's part (I think Eru is always more confused with Mairon than anything else). He simply did not wish to desire love anymore, only fear. The desire to be loved was removed into the Ring.

#rowan gets yelled at #ask game

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hey..... i must say. this has been the best week of my life. and im filled with utter joy. ive had like a.. rebirth? every once in a while i feel like im born again. the transition is really emotional but they are moreso growing pains than destructive pains. im suddenly surrounded by so many great people and possibilities and i finally feel like life is rewarding me, treating me the way i should be treated. in a way im reluctant to owe it to "faith" and see myself as a passive subject rather than an active agent in this but in a way i think i am powerless in some factors regarding this change. next month its my debut in like a culture (?) newspaper! at least they said they are very interested in my analysis but i havent heard back yet about the second version i sent them. i wrote my favourite poem ive ever written. and ive seen so many movies recently that have served as this transitional border. like as this extremely active sphere of both "death" but also birth. like metaphorically. ive been so vulnerable and i love it. ive cried my eyes out like i havent in such a long time and done like... meta analyses about my underlying beliefs to bring change and new energy into my life. you see.. i get really stuck on like.. nominal labels. at first they describe me but it tends to go unnoticed when it no longer fits or serves me and im only living a certain way just because of this nominal structure. but all these nominal structures are made for us. not that we are made to fit them. ive re-evaluated things now.. also out of nowhere people have been reaching out to me. maybe it truly does show up in my energy when im more open. like that it attracts other open, honest, vulnerable people. ive met so many new people and truly felt seen. this is a big thing for me. for the longest time ive struggled to enjoy time with people because ive struggled to find people who i share some kinds of values. i like diverse people but for example people who are open to explore communication on an emotional and relational level rather than only informational. thats important to me. ive been more confident in sharing my opinions too:) and participating in class and in life. going to places where i know id feel a bit uncomfortable and end up surprised. going to places alone is massive for me. it opens me up to new people and experiences because i simply dont have a choice to close myself off with friends im already close with. a woman came to talk to me after a lecture. she said she had been watching how i take notes in class (i write really fast.. i tend to transcribe literally everything the professor says). she said she has studied palaeography and asked to see my notes to analyse my handwriting :) she said its very unusual for people to still write in cursive if they write with the pen very much pointed upwards, however i manage to do so :D. it really made me want to also just reach out to people... like whenever and for whatever reason. and ive noticed people actually like talking to you when youre authentic and awkward. ive restricted my communication with people SO MUCH only due to the fact that i feel like i might not be insanely flawless in my self-expression. the nature too. the season is such that i see birth and death all around me. and its very refreshing. i like seeing change and being reminded of it constantly. it feels liberating. its a season that many people dislike in my country but im in love. i love people. i love physical touch. i love eye contact. i love emotions. i love ideas. i love agency in breaking boundaries. i love feeling seen and important and useful. i love authenticity and vulnerability.

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polyamorouspunk · 2 months

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hii taking you up on your advice offer 😭 ur poly so maybe u have more experience with this than me, how would i break up with my longterm partner?

we’ve been dating for 2 years, it really has seemed perfect but lately idk its just felt wrong. we’ve kinda planned our lives around eachother and moving in together once we graduate, but i cant make myself want to kiss them or be romantic anymore, i dont want to respond to their texts, i get annoyed at them for no reason. they havent done anything wrong theyre wonderful its a “its not you its me” situation to a T.

all of our friends are mutual friends, but most of them were technically my friends first (all the people they used to hang out with sucked) so im scared if we break up they wont have anyone to talk to about it. i really dont want to hurt them.

i honestly might realize this is just me being dumb and all of this will pass and ill want to be with them still once it does, but since i have no clue how id break it off i feel so trapped. i want to know i have a way out if things dont get better, i want to stay with them because i truly changed my mind not because i didnt have a choice.

Not in a poly sense but just a “have had a few relationships” sense I guess I can offer advice.

So I’ve never actually broken up with anyone before, except for the last guy I was messing around with (Catboy) just because as much as I had sooo much feelings for him it was like the most unhealthy “relationship” for me. Like I finally realized like “oh I’m actually NOT better off seeing him, my mental health is ACTUALLY worse” because of his shenanigans.

However, I did have a long term partner who I dated for 6 years who we had plans to move in together and get married etc. same kind of deal, all their friends were my friends. And they dumped me, and yeah, it was really fucking hard even though I knew everyone was going to take my side. And the one person who didn’t I ended up not speaking to anymore because I was like if you’re not going to realize that I’m the only one whose going to keep talking to you because my ex doesn’t give a shit about keeping in contact with people, then that’s on you.

I was devestated. This was like 3 years ago at this point and pretty much right up until about this year I felt like I was somehow “living in the wrong timeline” and like my entire life’s trajectory had been pulled out from underneath me. Not from the breakup so much as them just deciding they never wanted to speak to me again, that I was bad for their mental health, etc. which I always told them if I’m ever bad for your mental health then break up with me, and I meant it and stand by that and their decision, but it still fucking hurt.

Like if that’s what they had to do that’s what they had to do. If that’s what you have to do then that’s what you have to do. While I am of course resentful to my ex, and I hope they get hit by a car or something sometimes, I do stand by their decision that if I wasn’t good for them then I’m happy they left me behind. I don’t know if other people are going to have that same view upon being dumped. I mean like I said I still hate them. But to say that they should have stayed with me for my sake is hypocritical.

Not only that, but an issue of intimacy was occurring between us during the lead-up to the breakup. And as soon as I wasn’t with them anymore and I was able to be with Catboy instead I got a taste of what I had been missing and GOD it felt so good. For the first time ever I felt like someone actually wanted to be intimate with me. It was an amazing feeling. My ex dumping me opened up the door for me to have things I was missing in that relationship. So it wasn’t all bad, for sure.

You have to do what you have to do for yourself. You come first. If you need to break up with your partner, or take space, or whatever, you just have to go for it if you really think it’s what’s best for you.

#punk gets mail #the punk gives good advice

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fictionfreedom · 4 months

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hi. i dont know how to really start this but like. i guess i present myself as being against radqueer stuff / pro para stuff. like outwardly. but if we're being honest i feel like im probably one myself. i feel stuck. everyone who knows me i think is not okay with this stuff. basically ive just been supressing things this entire time. i dont know if its good to live that way? i guess it sucks to know that honestly a lot of people would hate me a lot for who i really am and how i really feel. i dont want people to attack me but like. i feel kind of... fascinated with the para community? like. i wont lie ive followed quite a few people in this community in secret but otherwise just suppressed it. the recent callout stuff thats going on this website though is like... it feels like its bringing stuff up. like obviously i dont agree with like acts of abuse but like. ive been breaking down a lot suddenly about seeing people who are similar to me getting harassed for things that i feel too. like i suppress it and pretend to be anti i think because i just want to survive. eveyone says like its the more moral thing to be against this stuff because its bad and gross and only bad and gross people feel that way. i dont think im bad and gross? i mean sometimes i feel that way. but like, my attractions dont feel gross in the moment. i only feel that way when im beating myself up for thinking about them. i feel like i still want to otherwise keep them to myself outside of this anon but it hurts honestly to see people who i like talking about how it makes someone a bad person and that you deserve harassment for it. i dont know if it woild be helpful for me to be open and prideful like everyone else. i dont want to be hurt. but i want friends or something that wont hate me forever or even ruin my life because i feel the way i do. i mean ive tried to stop feeling aroused and attracted to the things i do. ive tried but obviously i cant stop it and it's probably uneraseable. wtf do i do?

Wow that's a lot for an ask. I don't quite know if I'm good at giving advice but I'll definitely say this: You are in no way a bad person for these feelings, and the fact you even feel bad about them in the first place proves that. It is not a thing you can necessarily stop unless it's a trauma response, and even then most people have to go through therapy just to get close to stopping those feelings, and even then that's usually just dealt with through finding ways to have an outlet for harmful paraphilias such as certain kinks and whatnot so that they aren't actually harming anyone, such as roleplay and whatnot or through means of fiction. I will still say it's best you don't identify yourself as a Radqueer, as most Radqueers are well known to be Pro-contact which means they are fine with people acting on things like pedophilia and zoophilia outside of a roleplay/fiction scenario. If you feel that you want to express your paraphilias and whatnot to other people, even if those people aren't your friends but rather just a good community, I'd suggest looking around on here for servers and whatnot, but again I suggest avoiding radqueers and any places that say they support anti-recovery people. You may HAVE to interact with Radqueers or radqueer-type things to find stuff about different labels and whatnot, but besides that I still say avoid them or interact with them in a careful context. It absolutely isn't a good way to live, suppressing these things and beating yourself up over it, and even if you just continue to vent or talk about these things anonymously it's still a good thing to talk about. You are not a bad person for feeling or thinking these things, no matter how you feel about them, and the only thing that can make you a bad person in this situation is if you act on them in a non-fictional/roleplay scenario.

If anyone else has advice for this person feel free to put it in the comments/reblogs, and I will personally be deleting anything rude or hurtful towards this person as they are obviously not doing well mentally because of this stuff.

-Michael

#profic #proship #comship #pro fiction #pro para #pro paraphile #anti harassment #paraphilia #paraphile #paraphilias #para safe #paraphile safe #paraphiles please interact #paraphile community

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aroapl · 1 year

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Do you think what i wrote here(after this question) has anything to do with possibly being aplatonic or is it something more aromantic or possibly autism related or maybe something just compellty diffrent (I just am courious whats the deal with those things about me is)?

As a kid i always told my mom that i love her. most kids do.

As a teen i kinda started to ask what even is love and i never really managed to find an answer. And i really dont like saying things that are untrue so i stoped telling my mom i love her. Somehow we ended up talking about it and she got really upset that "i dont love her" but like i dont love her cuz i dont know what love is. So i really dont get why shes so upset. I still care about her, i think? I would miss her if she dissapered or died. Tho maybe i would only miss things that she provides me (care, support). So i guess i dont really know.

Its been some years. She still seems to be a bit upset about "my child doesnt know if they love me" thing whenever it pops up. I still dont know what love means be it platonic, familair or whatevevr else.

Most of my friendships are very shared interest based. That on top the fact that my interests can change relativly fast ends up with friends i lost contact with cuz just I lost interest in talking about that particular thing and with time i just forget about that person. Even if we talked everyday. I guess i always view relationships as something kinda transactional.

I'd recommend checking out the loveless and afamilial labels/communities. Loveless is a broad label that encompasses a lot of experiences related to rejecting love as a concept or having a complicated relationship with love, and it does include people who straight up feel that they don't experience love at all in any form. Afamilial is an aspec identity that describes feeling little to no familial attraction/love. Communities for both these labels exist primarily on tumblr from what I've seen, and the loveless community in particular is very intertwined with the aro community (though being aro is not a requirement to be loveless). The tags #loveless aro and #afamilial are a good place to start, and I have the tag #loveless on this blog for all things related to being loveless as well (also hello I'm loveless myself!).

What you describe in your last paragraph seems to be a pretty common experience among aplatonics. Whether you're aplspec or not is something only you can say for certain, but based on what little you've shared, it sounds like you certainly could be.

Since you mentioned autism, it is possible that all of this part of your autism, but it also would not invalidate you being loveless or aspec if that is the case. Plenty of loveless or aspec people find that their loveless/aspec identity goes hand in hand with their neurodivergence, or even believe that it is caused entirely by their neurodivergence. That doesn't make those experiences or identities any less real or valid for them. If you would be more comfortable attributing these experiences to your autism and leaving it at that, that's perfectly fine, but these other labels are still open to you if you want them.

Best wishes to you in your questioning anon! If you'd like a loveless or aroapl person to talk to about this personally, my messages are always open (though I may be slow to respond, I'm a bit of a mess at the moment lol).

#loveless #afamilial #aplatonic #apl #aplspec #asks

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 2 years

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More rambling about Eddie? 🤲🏻

Okay I got you 🙏

I’m probably going to be adding onto this random throughout the day so sorry if it takes forever

Some of these are like headcanons I’ve seen in tiktok but no one has elaborated on them so here is my elaborating on it bc it I want it I’m gonna have to do it myself 😢😢😢

Ok he is very so much the type to shove his finger in your nose and then try to shove it in your mouth

Like why is he so dirty? We don’t know

And literally plot a Wet Willy for a whole entire five minutes, just sucking his pointer finger to make sure it’s wet before he comes up behind you while you’re doing your hair and shoving his finger in your ear and then act like it’s wrong for you to be grossed out by it

And he would act like suck a toddler

“Watch me watch me. Stop doing that. Look at me!” And then he would chug a whole beer and burp out his ABCs

And he’s so the type that you have to force to drink water (I hate those ppl I’m so sorry but plz stop drinking your 8th soda and just take one sip of water) because all he drinks is beer and Dr Pepper and he’s like “water has no flavor??”

No and he’s so dirty

Like he will just fart so loud and continue on like nothing happened while you’re there gasping for air and trying to breath through the green fog and he’s like “stop being dramatic 😒” and force out another fart just to fan it towards you

We’ve only been talking about sweet/horny Eddie so I’m happy we’ve gotten it out of the way how he really would be

He has no table matters and eats fast as hell and loud as hell and once he’s done he’s like “are you gonna eat that?” When you’re mid bite

And he would have such a bad habit of leaving the door open when he was peeing and then you both make eye contact like 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️

And you would be like “I’m going to change” or smth and then five minutes later he would barge in the door like he didn’t know

And his favorite form of affection to give you? Not a kiss or a hug- it’s actually a noogie or a bite :)

And he’s so the type to literally just sit there with his hand down his pants while you are watching a movie or smth and when he sees that you are giving him a dirty look he’s like “what? Like you don’t y’okay with your pubes 😂😒”

“I dont. Go wash your hands before you touch me.”

And when he leans in for a kiss right before your lips touch he blows a burp in your face

How sweet

Or he’ll just blow one in your face and walk away like “you just got pranked”

And he will push you over and almost (or will just go for it) and push you off of the bed just so he can get comfortable

And he would rough house with you like you were his brother or smth 😭

Like yank you up and body slam you onto the bed and he’d laugh at all your attempts to punch him

And then you’d act like he actually hurts you and he’d like “okay, let me see shithead. I didn’t want to actually hurt you. Let me see it.” And then you choke slam him on the bed

And everytime you try to take a photo of him he flips you off or does the devil horns

And every time you say I love you he can’t just say it back normally he’s like “whatever. I love you too asshole.”

He definitely wakes you up at like 2am and he’s like “get proper clothes on. We’re going to McDonald’s.“

And he will complete tune you out while he plays guitar

Especially if he is learning something new. You could literally be screaming and he turns back to you like “did you hear something?”

And this man is such a himbo like idk

Crop tops 24/7 but he never wears them outside of the comfort of his own home

But everytime your there he’s always in a crop top and just boxers or maybe pajama pants, probably shoving a bowl of cereal in his face

He’s also probably one of those those people who drinks the cereal milk out of the bowl and his a milk mustache and doesn’t even bother to wipe it

And he drinks milk and OJ out of the carton and when he sees that dirty look on your face he pulls it away, out of breath like “oh did you want some?”

And this man can dress like such a whore in the summer

Shorts with flannels completely unbuttons, tattoos on display while he manspreads… 😕😓😓

And he brings you along anytime he gets a new tattoo

And it’s like from one of his uncles friends in a shady ass place but they turn out how he wants them so he doesn’t mind

And sometimes he really is soft and cute

Pulling your head onto his lap and playing with your hair, draping a blanket over you and letting you fall asleep in his lap

Coming over to his trailer after work and you’re all tired and he’s like “😕 baby C’mere, let me get you In bed.”

He ALWAYYYSSS smells like weed

Like weed and cigarettes is his signature scent

And I feel like he gets comfortable at your house quick, like with your parents and stuff

He’s always bringing you random things like a cat

Like he will come back in from smoking a cigarette and he will be like “here. Take these.” And it’s like a big ass rock and some bird feathers

And he makes you take walks into the woods just so he can go get rocks from the creek

Even at night like he will get a big ass flashlight and vodka your hand the whole way but he’s still like “are you really that scared, shithead?”

And he will get so excited everytime he sees you at corroded coffin gigs he get so excited and almost fucks up playing but he gives you one of those close mouthed smiles with his eyebrows all high

Even though you come to every single gig

And he’s always smearing eyeliner on his waterline and then when he pokes his eye he screams for at least ten minutes

Always kissing your neck and loves to nibble at your ears 🫶

And he likes to slip his hand up your shirts when you cuddle so he can rub at your hip or belly 😢

Gets so dramatic when you have to leave in the morning and will grab the handcuffs from the night before 👀 and handcuff his wrist to yours

He will lick over your face instead of giving you a kiss like you thought

And stuff like that will result in a “I hate you” and he’s like “no”

“Yes”

“No”

“You love me”

“No”

“You love me so much it hurts”

He can actually sing really well but every time he notices that you are listening when he’s playing a little song and he’s like “get out of my room stop trying to embarrass me”

“Nooo, you sounded good baby”

“Shut up shithead”

And he calls himself daddy to you even thought you guys are not into that 😭

Like he’s sitting on the couch and smoking a cigarette and you break a nail or start bleeding and he just holds the cigarette in his mouth “let daddy see it”

He lets his sweatpants fall low on his hips when he’s walking around shirtless and does not care to pull them up 😢

I have nothing else to say

#Eddie munson #Eddie munson smut #Eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson x reader

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slightlystupidhun · 1 year

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The One That Almost Stayed

A Quinn and Darlin fic that is based on the song, The One That Got Away, by the civil wars. It is set before Darlin meets Sam.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,

Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

TW: Cussing, Quinn, Hostility, Blood, Grooming. This fic discusses serious issues Tank probably went through. Please viewer discretion is advised.

Tank woke up as the sun beamed through the apartment window shining bright on their face. Their head was throbbing as they remembered the fight they had with the pack last night. Truth be told Cristian hadn’t lied completely. Their parents had left them. They picked up and dropped the pack only leaving this apartment behind. Tanker had picked up two jobs along with attending high school just to be able to afford rent.

They were about to roll back over in bed when they realized that they never did look for the number of the man they met. They grabbed the pants that they were wearing the night before and searched the pockets. They finally found his number in the front left pocket. They smiled remembering the entrancing man and took out their phone to shoot him a message.

HEY! SORRY ABOUT LAST NIGHT!

They weren’t expecting a response but less than five minutes later their phone pinged. They picked it up seeing their phone light up with the contact QUINN. They quickly thumbed it open.

Q: NO WORRIES! SO WANNA HANGOUT TONIGHT? OR IS THIS YOU LETTING ME DOWN EASY?

T: YOU STILL WANNA TAKE ME OUT?

Q: HELL YEAH! YOU’RE VERY INTERESTING.

T: OK THEN.

Q: ILL PICK YOU UP AT SEVEN THEN. HOW ABOUT WE MEET UP IN THE PARK?

T: ARE YOU SURE? YOU KNOW THE PARK IS ON PACK TERRITORY…

Q: WHAT YOU DONT PLAY NICE WITH THEM?

T: NO, NOT ALWAYS… HOW ABOUT WE MEET AT THE GATE TO THE PARK?

Q: SURE. ITS A DATE THEN.

They smiled down at their phone shutting it off and walking to their kitchen. Suddenly there was a knock at their door. They walked over and put their hands flat against the door before peering through the looking glass. They saw David and Gabe standing outside bags in their hand. It had been part of the discussion. They were allowed to live alone as long as David and Gabe could come over and have breakfast on the weekends and dinners during the week. They rolled their eyes and unlatched the chain before opening the door.

“Good morning Kiddo! How’d ya sleep?“ Gabe’s voice came through, loud and cheery as ever, as he walked in the small apartment.

“Fine. And you?” Tank replied exchanging pleasantries.

“I slept very well! Thank you! Alright on todays menus we have French toast, potatoes, and orange juice?” He set the bags down on the table and picked his head up.

“Sounds great Gabe.” They said shutting the door behind David, actively avoiding his gaze and his being entirely.

“Ok sit down. Both of you.” Gabe said voice becoming more stern. The pair sat down on the hard leather couch sitting on opposite ends. “I have to go out really quick to grab a package for the Security business. I’ll be right back! Get Breakfast started by the time I get back. That shouldn’t be to hard right?” He smiled before heading out.

Tank immediately went to their kitchen and grabbed out pans to cook with. David moved beside them and started prepping the food. It was silent and uncomfortable.

“So are we sworn to silence now?” David broke the silence first, a scowl burned into his features. Tank didn’t reply just turned and started peeling potatoes leaving David to whisk the eggs. “Who was that guy? He looked too old for you?” David said flatly.

“He’s my friend. He’s only a year older than me.” They replied.

“Where did you meet?” David pushed. His only reply was silence as tanker finished up their first potato and moved onto the second. “Look… I’m only asking because, he could be dangerous. And I wouldn’t want to have to run out and save your ass.” Tank got what he meant but decided to take it at face value.

“I can handle myself. And where is Ash today huh?” They shot him a look and he rolled his eyes.

“He is having a smash tournament with Milo and the others.” He said in a monotone phrase.

“Wow….” Tank said in a whisper.

“Cristian isn’t there.” He said quickly. “He’s currently barred from pack activities for a month.” He looked up and stared at their face trying to get a good read.

“Got it. That’s why I wasn’t invited either huh?” They said grabbing a new potato.

“No. You… you said you wanted space so I figured you wouldn’t want to come.” He said voice unsure now.

“I would still like the invite. Even if I’ll reject it.” They said grabbing the knife to chop the potatoes.

“Got it. Well, we were gonna go out tonight to dinner then a club… you could join us for the dinner.” David said trying to sound unbothered.

“No thanks,” they looked at him, gaze softening, “I have plans…”

“With the vamp?” He said quickly, trying not to sound accusatory. They dropped the potatoes in the boiling water, ignoring his question. “Tank-“

Suddenly the door opened and Gabe found his way back through. He quickly got to work helping make breakfast. It wasn’t to long before the meal was finished and they all sat down to eat together. The mood was much lighter now, and Tank felt a lot better than they had before. While they all were cleaning up their phone lit up. The time read that it was now about 12:04 pm

Q: HEY! JUST CHECKING IN, WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING ON WEARING FOR TONIGHT?

David read the screen first and scrunched his nose up. Quinn, something didn’t smell right to him, it all seemed to convenient. Tanker ran to their phone and picked it up typing back a quick text. They bit their lip as if trying to hide a smile. Tank felt like a younger sibling to David and all his senses were screaming protect, protect, protect.

T: OH, PROBABLY A BAND TANK TOP, MY LEATHER JACKET, BLACK JEANS, AND MY COMBAT BOOTS? IS THAT OK?

Q: SOUNDS GREAT! IM SURE YOULL LOOK AMAZING!

David tried not to gag as he looked over Tanks shoulder. They shut off their phone and turned around.

“Stop being so nosey David!!” They put their phone in their pocket.

“Where are you two going?” He asked and Tank shot him a look. He raised his hands in defense. “Just curious, I’m asking as a friend.”

“No where in particular. Don’t worry about it” they shrugged.

It wasn’t long until David and Gabe left. It was about 3:15. Tank quickly ducked into their room to charge their phone so that they wouldn’t miss a message in case their phone tried to die. They got ready to go, taking more care into their looks then usual, and was finally ready to go at around 6:15pm. They grabbed their keys and left heading to the park. They arrived at the park about 6:55. They checked their phone to make sure they weren’t late before checking with Quinn.

T:HEY IM HERE!!

They texted him and shoved their phone in their pocket. They rocked back and forth on their heels looking around them. They took out their phone again 6:59, was the time that read. Suddenly they felt a cool chill go down their spine as someone blew on their neck.

“Boo.” The familiar voice said. Tank turned in their heel facing him. He wore a handsome smile and had his hands shoved in his pockets. He pretty much wore a similar outfit to the one he wore the day before.

“Hey! You’re here!” They said trying not to sound too excited. He leaned down to their height and ruffled their hair.

“Of course I came. You ready to go?” He asked teaching a hand out for theirs. They reluctantly grabbed his hand, new to the idea of this form in contact. It felt nice and new and fresh. They walked for a while before heading around to the club.

“Don’t worry you’ll only have to do this for one more day, I’m eighteen tomorrow.” The smiled sheepishly down at their feet.

“I’m not worried.” He said his tone intoxicating. He placed a hand behind them on their back and led them in. The music was loud and the base was heavy. It was an empowered club, so Tank didn’t have to worry about breaking covert.

He led them to the back of the club near a VIP seating area that was semi-private. He sat them down next to him putting an arm behind them and ordering a water and a blood bag.

“So what was going on yesterday? What had you so upset?”

“Oh,” they tensed slightly, “I- it’s nothing.”

“Hey! It’s ok, I just want to help!” He said placing his hand on theirs gently. “I’m only here for you.”

“Well…” they said. “I just, sometimes I feel like a real outsider in the pack. I’m not always considered and some people are just, ya know.”

“Yeah I get it. I used to be a part of a clan. But I was kicked out when I got into a fight with my clan leader. He was always excluding me and my maker. Then my maker told me that if they ditched me, they could rejoin the clan. So I was out on the curb.” He grimaced and chuckled bitterly. “I guess you and I are the misfits huh?” He gave them a cheeky grin.

“Yeah- I guess so. I’m so sorry that you had to deal with that…” they placed their other hand on top of his.

“Nah don’t worry, that’s just how family is… they love you and leave you haha. But hey, I didn’t bring you here just to talk. Wanna dance?” He asked already standing up. They nodded and let him lead them to the dance floor.

They began dancing to the infectious club music. They laughed and had fun. He turned them so that their back was against him and placed his hands on their hips. He dipped his face into their shoulder. They put their hands over his and continued to dance.

“Having fun Pretty?” He whispered in their ear. They nodded.

“We should do this again.” They replied.

“Ohoh is this you asking me out on a second date?” He smiled into their neck, he began kissing a trail down to their shoulder. They shivered, excitement running through their veins.

“Maybe…” they bit the inside of their cheek grinning. He turned them around to face him.

“Well then I’ll have to take you out on another date, what about on Monday? We can hangout at my place?” He offered. “But only if you want pretty.”

“I do want.” They wrapped their arms around his neck.

“Then it’s another date.” He smiled.

At the end of their night he walked them back to the park before turning around and leaving. They practically skipped home giddy from the amazing night they had.

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