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vhsrights · 3 years

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Ever since I saw them posts about JJ have short hair??? Like a pixie cut??? Wanna do me a solid and tell me your thoughts on Emily’s first (and maybe subsequent) reaction when JJ walks into the bullpen? Assuming they’re not together already.

OH OH BRILLIANT THOUGHT WHILE IM WRITING THIS: JJ with short hair AND a leather jacket. I feel like PG definitely had a hand in this new change in JJ...

for sure i gotchu! :) this was one that i have been wanting to do for a while. (edit: so i know that you only asked for my thoughts but i got really excited and into it so i turned it into an OS) <3

Dashing

Pairing: Pre Jemily - talked about

WC: 4.8k words

Summary: JJ with short hair, and what it does to Emily :) [bullpen and team night out version; pre jemily] (like a prelude to gnc jj)

It happened on a Thursday afternoon. JJ had been shaking all day, but Penelope had convinced her that it would be okay. The blonde locks that she had been identified with for so long felt even heavier against her shoulders. She made sure to stay hidden away in her office, thanking her lucky stars that they were off case rotation. Her fingers consistently found themselves back into her hair, twisting and twirling them relentlessly. If JJ could have simply willed her long hair away, she would have. She restlessly twirled the pen in her hand for several hours, making little headway on the mountain of files by her. Her eyes kept darting over to the screen of her computer monitor, feverishly checking and rechecking the time.

5:45 pm. That was when the appointment was set for. JJ wished that she would be able to simply forget about it until then. Maybe if she did, she would actually get more work done. She texted Penelope, who was out for coffee on a break, to get her some too. Soon after she got the caffeine, JJ was able to shut out the rest of her thoughts. The boost alone drove her to finish files at triple her previous rate. Maybe that was also the adrenaline. Her phone broke her trance-like consciousness when it began to beep incessantly. She had set an alarm to go off 45 minutes before her appointment, enough time for her to wrap up at the office and calm her nerves before she made the short 10-minute drive to the barbershop.

Feeling her heart pound harder in her chest, JJ sat back in her chair to ground herself. She decided that getting up before she had a grip on her emotions was not a good idea. JJ let her eyes close gently and her mind began to wander. In her head, JJ saw the faces of those that she had met as this version of herself. They had all changed her, for better or for worse, and the memories began to flow in. It started with her mother and father. They had given a life that she couldn’t have been more appreciative of in the early years, forgoing the memories of harsh words and other negative acts. Moving on quickly, the next face flashed before her eyes. Roslyn.

Her sister had been her saving grace before JJ could even comprehend the idea. JJ had always looked up to the girl. Roslyn was phenomenal and JJ could only imagine how far she would have made it if she had still been alive. Roslyn was the one that had taught JJ how to braid her hair, wash it, and even curl it. Roslyn had curled her long blonde hair for the first time when she watched her get ready for the homecoming dance. It had only been one clump of strands but the way that her sister had so gently handled her locks left JJ in awe of Roslyn’s caring nature. After Roslyn left, JJ held onto her hairstyle, scared to let go of it as it sometimes felt like her only tie to her older sister.

Her college best friends, partners in the Academy, Hotch, Reid, Rossi, and so many more came and left in her thoughts. It was like her thoughts were forming their own little presentation of what JJ was getting rid of today. Some had more important roles than others but she had to remind herself that today wasn’t getting rid of anything but her hair. She was still JJ, but this felt more real. She wouldn’t have to avert her eyes in the mirror as much, and it would help to match her appearance more closely to how she felt inside.

Eventually, her mind came to the inevitable. Emily. Emily was something to JJ that she couldn’t describe. JJ loved Emily, but it wasn’t just that. Over time, as she had gotten to know the woman, JJ had come to truly understand her. It was the kind of intimacy that relied on the briefest of eye contact, all thoughts conveyed in body language alone. She couldn’t tell Emily though. It was too risky, and no matter how bold JJ was, Emily was a whole new world. She pushed away the thought that Emily would hate her haircut. If Emily rejected the haircut, it would feel more like she rejected who JJ truly was. But she would never do that. Right?

No, Emily would never do that. She couldn’t, because then JJ didn’t know what she’d do. Trying to distract herself from the increasing anxiety, she tried to remember their Girl’s Nights and separate hangouts where Emily would mindlessly run her fingers through JJ’s hair. It was how she calmed JJ, and the experience itself felt like home to the blonde. Glancing down at her watch, JJ realized that she got a bit too tied up with her imagination and saw that it was 5:25. Grabbing her things in a frenzy, JJ quickly headed out of the bullpen. She caught a glance of Morgan, eyebrows raised in bewilderment. JJ waved the team off, not slowing down on her way to the elevator. Hotch already knew that she was taking the early day so she was set.

JJ shot a text off to Garcia before driving off, telling her to check her office for anything that JJ might have forgotten and that she was going to her apartment after the haircut. Throwing her phone into the passenger seat, JJ drummed her fingers against the steering as she pulled out of the parking lot. She drove to the barbershop and reached in 7 minutes. Emily and her crazy driving skills would have been proud. Exiting the door rather quickly, JJ ran her fingers through her hair one last time.

This was goodbye.

She fidgeted with her fingers the entire time she waited for her appointment. JJ rocked her body gently, forward and backward, grounding herself in the steady rhythm. After some time, a person wearing a short-sleeved, cuffed button-down and a large black apron approached her. Their hair was cropped short, the sides shaved to a small length to let the top flow over their forehead. It was perfectly what JJ wanted. She felt her face grow hot at the realization that this was actually happening. JJ was going to do the big chop.

“Hi, Welcome to the Queer Barbers’ Guild. My name is Tay and I can help you today. JJ, isn’t it?” Tay held out their hand as JJ stood up, initiating their quick handshake.

“Uh, yeah. I had said over the phone that I wanted to cut most of my hair off. Actually, I would like exactly what you have. If that works?” JJ took quick strides to keep up with the barber, hearing the bustle of the shop as they got closer to the chair.

Tay chuckled, nodded, and gestured for JJ to sit in the seat. They pumped up its height, adjusting it to their work position. She sat down eagerly, feeling energized as the moment of the cut drew nearer.

“So are you looking to do a wash first today? I can definitely do my cut on you, so it’s just whatever you want. I would have to say though, I think you’re going to look rather dashing.” JJ blushed and failed to respond.

Dashing. Not pretty.

“I haven’t washed my hair in a few days for this haircut, so that would be nice. Thank you.”

JJ sat back in the chair and let Tay drape the apron cover over her. They combed through her hair slowly, getting tassels out and examining it for the cut. Once it was all brushed out, they measured out lengths and showed them to JJ in the mirror. JJ soon came to an idea of what she wanted.

Tay led her out of the chair and over the washing room. She sat down and made herself comfortable. JJ tried to solidify those last few moments in her head as the last memories she had with her long hard. The warm water began to run over her scalp and she forgot what else was running through her head. Before she knew it, the wash was over and she was back in the hair cut chair.

Now was the time.

They dried her hair and combed through it again. JJ closed her eyes. She was scared of what would happen. What if it wasn’t right? How would she undo the damage? She then felt a chilled glass against her fingers. Slowly peeking one eye open, she spotted some kind of alcohol in Tay’s outstretched hand. Curious, JJ looked up at the barber.

“To calm your nerves. Don’t worry, I’ve done plenty of these chops myself and I had my own. Trust me, things are only going to get better from here. So, here’s to relaxing. You earned it.”

“Thank you. Really, thank you.” JJ couldn’t explain her gratitude as she took the glass.

Maybe everything would be okay.

JJ relaxed and Tay began to gather her hair for the big chop. Tay carefully sectioned her hair, making sure to constantly check the length. Then, the time came. Tay lightly tapped her on the shoulder, indicating that they had the scissors at the ready. All they needed was the go-ahead from JJ. The blonde took in one last deep breath, giving them permission on her exhale.

The first cut was the most jarring. JJ could feel the hair being cut, its strands tugging at the sharp shears. She let out a gasp and everything happened too quickly for her to process after that. The hair fell left and right, leaving her head feeling instantly lighter and freer.

Tay worked incredibly efficiently. They managed to keep checking in with JJ as they deftly cut her hair. Soon, it was gone. The buzz of the razor sent a jolt up JJ’s spine but Tay quickly reassured her. They made light passes and cut down the hair on the sides and back. It was still nearly half an inch long, but that was exactly what JJ wanted.

“There you go. All done, JJ. What do you think?” Their voice cut through the haze of JJ’s thoughts and she turned her head, examining her new look.

The long hair was gone.

JJ had short hair now. It felt like a high, like one she’d never felt before but would never let up again. She ran her fingers through it, marveling at the softness and sleek nature of the look. She looked pretty fucking dashing. JJ turned around and looked at Tay, struggling to keep her tears at bay. She shouldn’t be on the verge of crying. JJ chastised herself internally.

“I- I don’t really have the words to thank you right now. I know that I shouldn’t be so emotional over a haircut, but you made everything perfect.” JJ held her head down, trying to hold back the tears.

“Of course. It’s no problem. For the emotions, believe me, I was a sobbing mess when I got my first big chop. You can always ask for me when you come to the Guild. Thanks for coming, and we can go up to the front for payment now.”

JJ paid and left the establishment. She was still dazed, not sure if everything was real. Her fingers found their way back into her hair several times, simply running through it as she made her way to the car. Her watch showed 7:03 pm as the time and JJ pulled out her phone. Her fingers quivered as she typed out her text to Penelope. She didn’t want to text her friend a picture of herself, deciding to keep the hair a surprise until she arrived at Penelope’s apartment.

Jayje (7:03 PM): Got the haircut. Pen this feels fucking crazy. I almost cried in the shop because of how nice my barber was and how I look. Heading over now.

PG (7:03 PM): AHHHH im so excited for you!! i already know that you look hot as fuck babes.

JJ smiled and set her stuff aside. She was off to Penelope’s apartment. The analyst had told her that she had a surprise for her.

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JJ pulled up to the analyst’s apartment. The sun was still high in the sky outside, and she could hear the chirp of several little birds off in the distance. Penelope was waiting for her. Taking one last deep breath, JJ walked towards the front door. It was part of a little archway to a quaint apartment but it could have been the door to the White House with how nervous JJ was.

She shivered as she rang the doorbell. Here goes nothing. Reaction number one, how bad can it be? Penelope had already been anticipating JJ’s arrival so the door flew open mere seconds later. She appeared in the doorway, beaming with energy. Then she laid her eyes on JJ.

“OH. MY. GOD. JAYJE. YOU LOOK AMAZING.” Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the sight of JJ.

Penelope dragged JJ into the apartment faster than the blonde could respond to her statement. She was bubbling with excitement, super ready to give JJ her present. Penelope began to give a preface before they reached her couch. On it, sat a medium-sized silver bag. Tissue was popping out of the top and JJ was drawn to it. Penelope noticed her eyes on the present.

“Go ahead. Open it. I got it for you because I think it definitely matches your new vibe and that you ARE wearing it to team drinks tomorrow. Emily won’t be able to take her eyes off of you!”

JJ paused.

“What does Emily have to do with this?” She looked back at Penelope, her forehead scrunched in confusion.

“You’re joking, right? You can’t seriously ignore the tension between you two. It’s Miss Darking and Brooding and The Badass Baby Blonde. You two are a power couple! Unless, you aren’t madly in love with her and would be fine with me setting her up with this other friend of mine…”

“Okay, okay. No setting Emily up with your friend. She’s mine, thank you very much.” JJ spoke confidently, knowing that Penelope could see right through her bravado.

“I’m sure she is. That’s why you asked her out. Oh, wait…”

“Fine, so I haven’t asked her out. I’m just terrified. She’s Emily.”

“Yeah, and you’re JJ. Plus, now you have that super butch look so you can ask her out tomorrow. But not until you open the gift!” Penelope pointed at the glossy bag once more.

JJ rolled her eyes and turned back to the bag. She slowly pulled out the tissue and spotted dark fabric underneath it. Reaching inside, it was cool to the touch. JJ pulled out a black, leather jacket. It was sleek with 4 zippers, 2 collar buttons, and seams that traced around the jacket.

JJ thumbed it and fell more and more in love with it as she took in the jacket more. It was perfect. This jacket, combined with the haircut and the way that Tay complimented her earlier, felt like an amalgamation of the person that she was supposed to be. JJ wasn’t the girl that hid behind her femininity and used it as a weapon to get her way. In fact, her femininity did more against her than it did for her. Pushing that thought out of her head, JJ turned to Penelope.

With tears in her eyes, she hugged Penelope. She hugged her with all her might. She couldn’t describe the feeling in her head. Later, she would come to find out that it was gender euphoria. But in that moment, every positive emotion felt weak in comparison to the explosion of happiness in her mind.

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JJ had opted for her pantsuit for work on Friday. Her normal skirt suits just didn’t fit who she saw herself as in the moment. Whether that would change or not, she didn’t know. It felt powerful, and with her hair coiffed up, JJ was unstoppable.

The elevator doors dinged open and she hesitantly took her first step. The big glass doors of the BAU seemed daunting now, and it made JJ feel small. She felt insignificant and her breath partially caught in her throat. Looking over at her watch, JJ realized that she was almost late. Deciding that the time to wait was over, JJ took confident strides forward. She pushed the doors open and made her way to her office until something stopped her.

Derek’s voice boomed out in front of her. Reid and the rest of the BAU men were sitting at his desk and their eyes lifted up to meet hers. It took all of JJ’s strength not to turn on her heel and bolt. But she loved this haircut, and it made her confident; so she had to act like it. Slowing up her stride, she detoured over to the group. Derek had called out to her, commenting on the haircut.

All of them were genuinely curious, stating their approval multiple times. JJ even got a fistbump from Derek and a wide smile from Spencer. Hotch’s usual morose expression lightened up. They talked about how she had wanted to get it, the differences from long hair, and the overall confidence boost. It was invigorating. More than anything else, JJ felt her heart swell at the sheer support from her teammates. They joked about her being one of the guys; and though right now it was short hair, JJ could feel that it was just the tip of the iceberg.

They eventually got to the topic of where she cut it and JJ casually mentioned the barbershop. At that, Derek’s eyes lit up. He was always one to preach the benefits of a barbershop, offering the argument that it was a place that created a sense of family. He asked if it had been The Queer Barber’s Guild, to which JJ had nodded her head. His interest peaked, Derek asked if it had been Penelope’s recommendation. To that, JJ nodded enthusiastically again.

“Yeah, she’s always loved that place. Babygirl got me hooked on it too, right after I came out. They’ve got some really cool bi stuff in there. Who did you have? Was it Tay? They’re my bro, and a top notch barber.”

“I did have them. They made things so easy. I’m definitely only going there from now on.”

JJ and the group carried on their conversation for a little longer when she heard a squeal behind her. She turned partially to see Penelope clacking over in her yellow heels. She had a huge smile plastered on her face, and was obviously excited for JJ.

“Jayje! You look even better today than you did yesterday! So what’s going on, are we talking about the QBG because, my god, do I love that place!”

Everyone giggled and they continued the conversation. Penelope watched as JJ’s eyes shifted around the bullpen ever so slightly. Of course. JJ was looking for the only missing member, arguably her favorite one. Emily. Penelope held back her laugh yet could help but to smile at the blonde’s little search. She leaned in close to JJ and tapped her on the shoulder.

“She’s in the break room.” JJ tried to fake obliviousness, but she knew that she’d been caught.

“Thanks PG.”

Casually excusing herself from the conversation, JJ left on the behest of “files that she needed to tend to”. She didn’t care if anyone bought the excuse. In her mind, the only place for her to go was the break room. JJ wanted to show Emily the “new her”. Of course, it wasn’t new, but she felt different. Trying not to give things much more thought, JJ arrived at the break room with a quick pace.

She noticed Emily at the coffee counter, stirring her mug. JJ was overcome with something at the sight of Emily. Not even thinking, she leaned against the doorframe and called out to the brunette.

“Got enough for another cup?” Her voice was nonchalant but her heart was pounding in her chest.

Emily perked up at the sound but didn’t turn around. She finished stirring her coffee and began turning around before starting to speak.

“Jen! Oh, shoot, I just used the last of it for my cup.” Emily spoke cheerily as she brought the mug to her lips.

Then her eyes landed on JJ.

Emily completely froze, nearly choking on her coffee. Her eyes widened as they took in her friend’s new look. JJ looked hot. There was a pervading silence between them, but neither could break their trance for long enough to say something. Emily looked over the short hair on JJ’s head, inspecting it almost. She noticed how it’s varied length set off the blonde’s angular features. Emily could almost feel her knees go weak but held it together.

Neither knew nor cared to time how long they stayed like that. It somehow hadn’t reached the point of awkwardness, but both JJ and Emily’s minds were overactive. At some point, JJ managed to point back at the coffee pot. Emily jolted up and moved to the side, breaking her haze. Her gaze instead landed on their best friend in the distance, who was giving her a very enthusiastic thumbs up. Penelope Garcia really was something.

Emily rolled her eyes and turned back to JJ. She was setting things up for a new pot of coffee and the brunette couldn’t help but to watch her intently.

“So, uh, Jen. The haircut. You look amazing. It really suits you.”

“Thanks, Em. I just got it yesterday and I already feel like a whole new person. It’s a bit strange, but honestly, I love it.”

Emily smiled dopily, attempting to hide her grin behind her sips of coffee. They spoke for a little longer before the coffee was nearly done brewing. The small talk was comfortable, though not the kind of conversations they usually had. It was workplace appropriate because that was what JJ and Emily were, colleagues.

“Okay, I’m gonna head back to my desk. I’ll see you at team drinks tonight?” Emily patted JJ’s arm and turned to leave.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” JJ blushed and the two ignored the giddiness they felt.

After leaving the break room, Emily made her way to Penelope’s lair instead. She definitely had some thoughts about JJ’s new look.

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Hotch, Reid, and Rossi were the first to arrive. They were known for their punctuality. The bar wasn’t crowded just yet, the Friday night crowd was beginning to flow in. They had all changed into more casual wear, except for Rossi. The men made small talk until Derek and Emily drove in nearly 15 minutes later. They had hung out before and just decided to ride in together.

Emily and Derek’s arrival immediately added more pizzazz to the event, spurring them to order the first round of drinks. Things were lively after a crushing week at work and the BAU was ready to let loose. Not long after Emily had placed their drinks order, JJ and Penelope arrived.

JJ was wearing a white Tshirt, ripped black jeans, vans, and most importantly the leather jacket. She drowned out any thoughts of doubt with the idea that this was her family and that soon they would be intoxicated enough to simply not care. She trailed slightly behind Penelope’s eager steps but they eventually reached the table. Hotch spotted her first. He gave her an approving nod, a barely noticeable smile gracing his expression.

Emily spotted her next. Before she could stop herself, Emily’s breath caught in her throat and she gasped. JJ had left her speechless for the second time that day. Her gaze passed over every part of JJ’s outfit. She felt her face get hot and Emily shoved her hands in her pockets. By that point, JJ and Penelope had joined the group at their table but Emily had yet to say a word.

“Wow, Jen, you look amazing. That leather jacket is perfect. It’s a very hot look, but also very you.” Emily couldn’t help her awkwardness but the compliments just kept going. She couldn’t find a way to stop herself.

JJ's thoughts staggered with the compliments but she was able to thank Emily. Penelope simply watched the entire interaction with a smirk plastered on her face. After that, the alcohol took no time in arriving at their tables. They all downed those drinks quickly and went after another round. After a couple rounds, JJ pulled Emily out to the dance floor. They let the music take them over, relinquishing their thoughts to the rhythm on the dance floor.

They spent an unknown amount of time dancing, not caring about anything besides themselves and dancing. But soon, that magic started to fade and the women returned to their table. Derek was standing at the table’s side, having noticed the way that JJ and Emily stood closer as they drank more alcohol. Having a brilliant idea, he spoke up as JJ and Emily took a bite of the chips they had ordered for the table.

“JJ, Emily, I have an idea. Why don’t we play a little game? You two are the strong ladies of the BAU, including my Babygirl but right now I’m focusing on y’all. How about the two of you arm wrestle? I want to know which of you is stronger.”

“Derek, we’re both drunk. That’s not a fair game, even though we know the winner would be me.” JJ’s body swayed lightly, but Emily quickly stabilized her.

“I’m down. At least, I’m no chicken.” Emily spoke in a teasing tone, stealing a glance at JJ.

“Oh, no you don’t. Okay, let’s do it. I’m in.” JJ nodded enthusiastically, invigorated at the idea of a challenge to beat Emily in.

They cleared the space and let JJ and Emily get ready. Both did their own ridiculous warm ups, obviously exaggerating it. They set their arms down and were ready to begin when JJ stopped.

“Wait. What are the stakes?” Emily responded, saying something that she’d wanted to do for a long time.

“If I lose, I’ll take you out on a date. If you lose, you have to take me out on a date. How’s that sound?”

Her proposition shocked the entire table. They’d all been waiting for JJ and Emily to stop tiptoeing around each other. This was just not how they expected things to unfold, albeit it would make a great story for the future. Sober JJ and Penelope would have a field day with this.

“Deal.” JJ was drunk too, but that was an offer that was too good to pass up.

With that, Derek set the two up to begin the match. It was very evenly matched in the beginning. Neither woman budged, focusing very hard on their end prize. The team’s eyes shifted from JJ to Emily, and back again. Their grip was strong but no progress was being made. By the time that they had hit the 20 minute mark, Emily could feel the fog in her brain begin to clear up.

At that point, she took a closer look at her opponent. She watched the way that JJ’s blue eyes locked onto their hands, checking for even the slightest of hesitations. She saw the way that JJ’s clothes hung on her body, giving her an air of confidence that made JJ infinitely hotter. Finally, Emily looked back up to JJ’s hair. It’s long, straight stands dropped over her forehead and framed her face well. Emily lost herself in the thought of running her fingers through the silky cut.

That was when she felt the cool, hard wood of the table. Emily’s eyes widened and she looked down. There it was. Her hand was pressed against the surface, pinned underneath JJ’s.

“I win! Guess you have to take me out on that date, chicken.” JJ teased Emily, getting closer to the brunette’s face.

“I get to take someone as dashing as you out? Well, I might have lost but this seems like the better prize.

JJ’s heart soared at the compliment. The way that the word ‘dashing’ rolled off of Emily’s lips made her feel ecstatic. It wasn’t like when men called her pretty after buying a drink. This hair really was working wonders.

They ended the night with a kiss before Emily climbed out of the rideshare and walked up the apartment. JJ ran her fingers over her lips as the car pulled away. Best decision ever.

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misskittysmagicportal · 3 years

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can i request something to do with the thing about vincent having tics while giving oral or just vincent giving oral general i love the way you write things

I Think We're Alone Now

(Vincent Rhodes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: language, talk of mental health, fem!receiving oral

A/N: With the pandemic keeping you and Vincent apart, he was glad that being alone didn't mean being lonely.

Vincent Rhodes didn't tic as bad or as much in his thirties. He wasn't cured. He didn't take medicine that made them magically go away. He took meds for his anxiety, and the “cure” was still going to therapy with Dr Rose. He didn't go daily or weekly or even monthly anymore. He managed every other month. Sometimes, perhaps, every three to four months. Yet it took twenty-five to finally accept a cliche: Tourette's wasn't Vincent, Vincent simply HAD Tourette's.

Don't worry though, cunt is still his favorite word.

Vincent also did all the things he told Marie he wanted to do. He finished school and went to college online. He found himself rather good at computers and a job that required the bare minimum of human interaction. His Tourette's was under control, but his social anxiety never seemed to be. We digress!

He had a job, and a place to call home that wasn't a treatment facility or a hoarder’s house bogged down by sadness and alcoholism. Vincent didn't find it shameful that his father bought him a condo. He and his roommate had an agreement to pay utilities and work on the re-election campaign.

Vincent finally had a dog. A dog he had to fight for because his roommate had.. Rituals. Rituals that also weren't as bad as they used to be thanks to the same therapy and right medication. Just like you can't get rid of Tourette's, Vincent couldn't get rid of Alex either. That was his first, and really only, friend. As tumultuous as they started out, if you survive a road trip with two neurodivergents, you're pretty much bonded for life. Alex was sometimes more work than their dog.

Vincent and Alex did things in their late twenties and early thirties they never thought they'd do. They went out. They dated around. They had awkward sex and one night stands that the two of them could finally laugh about. Vincent could hide, or save his tics from popping up during his dates. He could even manage to hold them off when he had sex. He was relaxed and focused on the woman beneath or above him.

But then he would spasm, or twist and pop his mouth. He would unintentionally squeal or swear, call her names or flip her off. Instead of understanding Vincent, or talking to him, whoever the girl of the moment was would leave and never come back. Fuck her, Vincent would think. I can't help that I have Tourette’s; she can help being an asshole.

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There could not have been a worse time in anyone’s life for you to meet quite possibly the single hottest guy in your neighborhood. At least, you thought he was in your neighborhood. You kept running into each other at various stores to the point you found yourself quoting an old movie from college.

“Are you stalking me?” You boldly questioned him one afternoon as he pondered Mcintosh versus Fiji apples. “Because that would be super.”

The man jumped. Then to your shock, he spasmed almost violently. His neck twisted to the left as his hand held on to his chin and yelled out, “Brown haired cunt! Grass licking big tits.”

You laughed. It wasn't malicious or in jest. You were nervous and stunned. Still you replied, “Normally a guy has to date me for a while before he calls me a cunt. Now as for grass licking? That was only once, but I was high and we were playing truth or dare.”

He stared at you, mouth agape. A violent spasm rocked his body again like an aftershock. It caused him to excessively blow a dark curl back from his forehead several times before his body relaxed and he appeared to sink in on himself. Embarrassed. A pink hue spread along his cheeks and angled jaw as he gazed at the apples again with large green eyes.

“You ok? I wouldn't say I've got big tits. They're more like medium sized. Unless you were talking about the melons.” You held up two cantaloupe in front of your chest. “I’m y/n”

Again with the mouth open staring. Then he came to, “Vincent. I've never had someone react to Arthur that way.”

“I'm from New York. That was a Saturday night in the village. Who’s Arthur?” You looked around. “Are you being held hostage? Scream cunt for yes. Vagina for no.”

Vincent laughed. It was almost a giggle that you weren't sure was a laugh or his thing. “Arthur is my Tourette's. He's the clown who shits in between my thoughts. My tics. You scared the piss out of him.”

“You named your Tourette's? You can't do that, they never go away once you name them.”

Vincent rolled his eyes, “ DAMMIT! I'll take away his bowl of food and dog bed too. Maybe I'll finally be cured!”

You didn't want him to think you felt something was wrong with him. “Mostly with all of this, I meant I keep seeing you around. Thought I'd say hi.”

“How about we exchange phone numbers, and you can say hello more often?” Vincent cocked an eyebrow.

“Bold of you to assume calling me a cunt is flirting! But you got it out of the way now instead of down the line. Give me your phone.”

He obliged and you put your number in. As you handed it back you joked, “Should've told me you had a much sexier friend.” You indicated Alex on the phone’s wallpaper.

“He's gay.”

“Damn! Lucky for men. Anyways, I work most days. Don't know how long with everything happening out there. Call me sometime?”

Vincent twitched and wolf whistled. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, but promised he would nonetheless. But then pandemic happened, so all you had for the next six months was your phone

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You met Alex and learned his rituals and empathized with his panic to follow or abide by heath guidance. His OCD aggravated by everything going on. Vincent couldn't even go for a run without his friend completely freaking out, so he just didn't. Their balcony was it for fresh air.

You took tours of each other's apartments. Had dinners and breakfasts together. Shared what books you were reading and watched movies together. Vincent teased you about your fat, lazy cat and you did likewise over his ten pound shih tzu. Although, you admitted, it was because she got to share a bed with him.

Somehow in month 5 you were roped into a three way phone call with his dad. Senator Rhodes and Vincent seemed to have an easy relationship, but you were filled in later that it was anything but for a very long time. So you turned the tables one night, and introduced him to your entire family.

Forgetting about his Tourette's, because you had really grown used to it all. To the tics, the whistles and excessive use of the word cunt (Pandemic drinking game, Vincent’s idea) that his biggest episode since you met stunned not only you but your clan. Vincent had buried his face, you were terrified of your mistake. But you got it from somewhere.

“Sure you ain't from Brooklyn, kid?!” Thank Christ for meathead brothers.

“This is dating right?” Vincent asked after their dinner. “Pandemic, COVID, for now dating. Even though,” he paused to twist his neck, “One of my coworkers has uh, dick appointments all the time?” He snapped a finger several times and shouted something about a whore and syphilis.

“Hey! Tell Arthur to fuck off. Sexual liberation. She's not a whore, she's in her twenties!” Vincent laughed. “Are you nervous about something? Usually the bedtime part of our phone calls are the least tic-ish.”

“Wanna have sex?” He was straightforward.

“Right now? Facetime sex?” You scrunch your nose but more to be cute than creeped out.

“Here. Alex is asleep. Come over? We've been isolated for months.”

“God, I love you.”

“What?” Vincent laughed. “Are you sure about that?”

“I'll be there in twenty minutes.”

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Vincent opened the door and implored you to take your shoes off at the door. You expected nothing less as you complied and followed him in the stillness of the apartment to his bedroom.

The moment the door was shut, Vincent was on you before you could even adjust to the dark. Only street lamps from the neighborhood below showed through as his mouth consumed yours.

Your tongues at war with each other as the two of you scrambled to undress. Your lips broke apart long enough to throw shirts over heads and step out of flannel pants or yoga pants. Then they crashed together again as Vincent let his hands splay out the length of your back and shoulders.

Your one hand ensnared by his messy hair. The other under the waistband of his boxers and over his ass. You drew his body to yours to melt into. His erection strained and throbbed against your hip as you hungrily pushed your tongue as far inside him as you could.

The both of you eager like teenagers shot with adrenaline. Anxious and hoping Alex caught you as Vincent twitched and his shoulders shrugged up to his ears. His fingers fumbled with your bra made worse by his tics. Tics that frustrated only him; you reached and undid it for him. Your breasts were free for him to look at.

Vincent attempted to choke back his words but failed. “Tit fucker,” a sour look on his face as his eye involuntarily clamped shut, “huge nipples.” He swallowed his lips, mortified.

“Hey!! They make up for yours being the tiniest nipples I have EVER seen on a dude.” You took Vincent’s hand. “We can slow down if you want. I don't know what's up, do you tic like this every time you have sex?”

The two of you laid side by side on his bed, hands traced over inches of bare skin. Vincent was silent for a while as he let his fingers trail over you, his lips not far behind.

“I don't. I'm usually too focused. The last time I loved someone, it fell apart immediately. It's making me anxious.”

You held his head to your body with a tenderness. “I loved you first, didn't I?”

His mouth made its way amongst your breasts as he gently laid you on your back. His lips warm on your stomach and hips that he exposed by tugging your panties down over your knees and off. Vincent laid down between them and almost nuzzled his nose in your soft pubic hair before his tongue dove inside of you.

Your hips rocketed up into his mouth as you grabbed the back of Vincent's head. He licked and sucked on your sex. Small tics caused him to push his tongue and lips in further than before. They closed in on your clit. His tongue attacked it with a lapping motion that you could only bend to, helpless.

Vincent was insatiable, his mouth in a frenzy. Your fingers caught up in the sheets as the sensation of his mouth on your clit spread along your body. Now your words were a shock as they came screaming out into the quiet of the bedroom.

“Tongue fuck me! Faster!”

Instead Vincent looked up at you with a grin, “I see Arthur came to visit.”

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yanderemommabean · 4 years

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A really dumb comfort scenario by Mommabean

Dabi x Reader fluff stuff

Dabi never used to see himself as a night owl. Standing out as the skies turn from a pleasant purple to a dark shade of black speckled with bright stars wasn’t something he saw himself enjoying, not until a few months ago when fate decided he needed to meet someone worth staying out late with.

Usually he prefers to just stay inside and do his own thing, be that scrolling through memes or simply just listening to music while he turns the lights off and drifts into his mind for a few hours. On rare occasions he’ll spend time with friends, but it drains him considerably and he has to recharge his battery afterwards.

It doesn’t mean he hates them, he’s just not a person with a lot of energy, but he knows people take it personally. Which can’t really be helped as he isn’t the best with words on explaining why he does what he does, honestly he doesn’t even know.

Typically his weeks goes like this - working with assholes who act like siblings rather than coworkers, then wanting to unwind as soon as he gets home because if he doesn’t he’ll snap or possibly have a mental break. Which probably already happened considering where he is now, but another break isn’t something to want to happen either.

But Dabi was forced out one night a few months back by Toga, who he can’t say no to often as she’s like a little sister and he adores her as such, and was dragged practically to a restaurant for drinks and food as a way to celebrate their hard work. Even Shigaraki got a stick out of his ass for a hangout, so he supposed he could suck it up for their sake.

Leave it to his soft heart to make him torture his own antisocial ass. However, this time he was seemingly gifted, as he heard laughter from across the room and saw you, giggling and almost snorting as you covered your face at the ridiculous joke a friend made. You looked absolutely precious, for lack of a better word. Not a care in the world as you laughed and giggled so hard you lost your breath.

He was drawn to the brightness you added to the dull restaurant, vaguely paying attention to the conversation his own group was having as you peaked his interest. Dabi figures he was being too obvious with his staring, as you looked over and met his gaze directly, but instead of flipping him off and acting like a full Karen, you waved and gave a shy smile.

That kinda hurt to not see that pretty smile. You’ve hidden it the entire time he’s been watching you, as if you hated it. Well, he’s got a plan for that, just you wait. He’ll get you to smile for him, just give him time. He remembers how he managed to greet you, both of you talking and surprisingly having a lot in common.

A total mindfuck to find out an adorable, fluffy person like you was into murder documentaries, scary stories, horror films, and loved to study obscure and odd mysteries. Color him pleasantly surprised. You two kept chatting away after the awkward ice was broken, to the point your friends were getting a bit pissy and telling you to hurry up to leave.

Fuck ‘em. He didn’t like them then and he doesn’t like them now. Out of spite he wanted to ask you for a drink so he could drag out the conversation longer, but he didn’t need to make a bad impression or make Shigaraki think he was pulling something. Which again, was fair, he was known for pulling some stupid shit every now and again.

Months. It’s been months and he hasn’t gotten tired of meeting you and being around you. You’ve had your arguments sure, had your moments where you and him were a bit tense, but that didn’t deter anything. Hell, you two have nicknames for one another now, and he allows you to play with his hair every now and again. He doesn’t let anyone get that close except Toga, you should be a little honored. Nothing is ever getting rid of him if you two are this close already.

It’s still baffling. Months! And all this time, you still hid that pretty smile. The very thing that drew him too you in the first place. What do you have to be ashamed of? Besides your search history, absolutely nothing! Dabi sighs as he sits on the steps outside of his apartment, looking up to the night sky, waiting for you to answer on if you wanted to hangout or not. Either way he began to enjoy this new sight, this addition to his schedule was something he looked forward to more than his late night music sessions.

He was about to text you again, thumb hovering over the keyboard as he thought of what to say, but three dots appear and he decides to wait and see. You, being the sweetheart you are, tell him to wait and that you’ll meet him in ten. A warm feeling fills his chest again knowing you’d be here. It’s been happening a lot lately actually, and he’s not an idiot. He knows he likes you, he’s just never liked someone to this extent. Should he be embarrassed? Excited? Happy? Who the hell knows. All he knows is he would do anything for you, and his feelings towards you are only growing.

Dabi flicks his phone off after a minute and looks around, waiting for you to show up. While scanning the area, he heard frantic steps coming up the sidewalk that were approaching fast, in a panic. He jumps up to his feet to see who could be running his way, more curious than in the mood to save someone.

However, seeing you with tears running down your face wasn’t at all what he expected. He felt rage and worry surge through him, an almost animal like possessiveness took over him and the idea that something happened makes him sick with anger. His body moves without him thinking, his arms wrapping around you and holding you tightly, listening to your shaking sobs as you cling to him and begin to apologize.

“Hey- hey what happened?!” He asked sternly, sounding more pissed than worried, cringing slightly at his tone. Smart move asshole, make them feel even worse. Genius.

You stutter and begin to try and talk, but your throat is tight and your eyes are still pouring like waterfalls. You shake your head and clench your eyes shut again, burying your face into his chest as your knuckles turn white from gripping his sleeves for dear life. Dabi tensed, breath hitching as you hugged him tightly and began to shudder and weep into him.

Hands gently rub your back as he slowly walks with you, guiding you to the steps he was just at to help you sit down and get yourself together. “Who’s ass do I need to kick?”.

You giggle at that, wiping your eyes as you shake your head playfully “No ones Dabi...I’ve just been feeling super fucking depressed and stressed out because of work and I feel I have no time for myself anymore and...well I just needed to be with someone who understands”.

He was touched that you saw him as someone you could come too. Seriously have you seen him? He’s the worlds most selfish asshole! He can’t even trust himself half the time, especially when it comes to bothering people and pulling pranks. You might wanna reconsider who you’re trusting there.

Although hearing no one hurt you was calming, he was still worried for your wellbeing.

“I get it. I mean I’m not the best with comforting but I understand what you mean. It’s frustrating as hell not even having time to rest, and then having to head back to work for nine hours or more over and over...it ain’t easy”. He rubs the back of his neck as he speaks, already feeling the anxiety over his schedule for tomorrow.

Sniffling softly, you nod and scoot closer to him, his warmth soothing and comforting compared to the chilling winds of the night. “Yeah. And it doesn’t stop for decades. I’ll never have free time again or I’ll always feel tired and drained and I hate it”.

Now that’s not necessarily true, but he knows where you’re coming from. Every day lately seems like such a struggle, he knows it all too well. It was clear you needed more than to vent and rant, and he has just the thing to help the mood. “It’s not all that monotonous. I think you’re just overwhelmed and need a break. Wanna come in? I think we both need a drink and a few laughs”.

You fiddle with your hands a bit, looking down at your feet with lips pursed in thought. “I can stay the night?”. What kind of question is that? Seriously what kind of question?! You literally just cried into his shirt no problem, now you’re worried about personal space? “Dude, you really have to ask? Stay a fucking week if you want, just get your ass inside before I drag you in” he jokes.

You look away as you smile, standing up and dusting off your legs before heading into his apartment behind him. Maybe tonight he’ll get you to stop hiding that smile, to bring those walls down even more and let him show how amazing you are in his eyes. Just maybe.

((This was bad I know I know I just needed a way to vent -Mommabean))

#dabi x reader #bnha #yandere fluf #mha #Mommabean #yandere scenarios #i guess #yandere imagines #not really tho hes just falling in love #yandere dabi #yandere bnha

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whathappenedtomyweekend · 3 years

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Rose’s Christmas Carol (Part I)

"It will get easier over time," they said. "Time heals many wounds," they said.

No, it doesn't, if it gets hurt, it collapses and takes everything with it, Rose thought bitterly and took the bend to her parents' house. As much as she loved them, she'd rather been alone today. Maybe go to work tomorrow. Anything to distract her from Christmas and - most of all - remembering. "Oh no, I'm not lettin' you mope around in your flat, all by yourself, on Christmas!" Jackie had said sternly, thinking she'd do her daughter a favour. Rose had given in at the end, tired of fighting back.

But how was her Mum to know that being with her on Christmas would hurt more than being alone? How was she to know that Rose felt ashamed to be with her family, after she'd been so ready to leave them behind? She couldn't know what Rose had told the Doctor after she'd crossed over and how sure she had been.

Still, he was gone. Another evening, another day, another night without him. Rose stopped her car and leaned her head against the steering-wheel for a moment, exhaling slowly, gathering herself. The radio was playing "Last Christmas" again. Rose huffed. "Last Christmas I gave you my heart," George Michael sang. "The very next day, you gave it away."

Last Christmas, she thought, I woke up crying and catatonically sat in mum's kitchen two days straight. Rose ignored the tears gathering in her eyes.

'You saw me. I changed, right in front of you ...'

No. Not again. With a bit-back sob, Rose pushed herself back and gathered her things in a sudden rush of newfound angry energy and dragged herself out into the cold along the frontyard. Her feeble fingers pressed the doorbell. "Hello?" "Dad, it's me!"

'Every single cell in my body. But ... I'm still me.'

Rose shook her head, as if she could get rid of his voice, wondering if it would ever stop. The door opened and Rose tried not to think about the other failed launch of the dimension cannon. She let Pete hug her and for a moment, she didn't manage to hide her emotions behind a smile. Her father laid a hand on her shoulder and smiled sympathetically, almost apologetic. He'd been there when the launch had failed for the umpteenth time, he'd been the one to drag her out when, in a moment of one of her rare breakdowns because the frustration and grief and exhaustion took over, she had been weeping and hitting and screaming soundlessly.

Rose gathered up a tight smile at her Dad and then pushed through the door into the living room. "Rosie!", the voice of a child squealed and Rose couldn't help but crack a smile when she gathered her little brother in her arms. "Hey, Tony," she crooned softly and stroked his curly-haired head. "You okay? Did you and Mummy decorate the tree yet?" "Mummy said wait on you, Rosie!", Tony replied happily. "'m helped choosing the tree!" Rose's eyes flickered over to the tree, boxes set beside it.

'Remote control. But who's controlling it?'

"Oh, did you? Well, you did a brilliant job, it's beautiful! Best tree I've ever seen!" Rose praised and Tony giggled when she threw him up in the air a little. His little arms clung around her neck when he came down again. "So, you wanna get started?" "Yeah!" Tony exclaimed and wobbled away when his sister let him down again.

"Let's just call Mummy and then we'll -"

Rose broke off when she suddenly faced her mother who stood in the door of the kitchen, a wooden spoon still in her hand. Rose knew she'd insist on cooking herself for Christmas and that she'd given the entire staff off for the holidays. She didn't even have time to do anything and Jackie wrapped her arms around her daughter with a soft call of her name. "Thank you," she whispered into her ear, just loud enough for Rose too hear and the young woman swallowed the lump in her throat as she pulled back. Jackie smiled and took a step back, taking in Rose's tired, dull eyes and the attempt to hide the bags under her eyes with make-up, her pale skin and the harshness of her once so soft lips. Rose tried to ignore the flash of pity and sadness in her mother's eyes when she said quickly: "You look good, Rose."

'First things first ... be honest. How do I look?'

Rose lowered her head. "Thanks."

'Good different or bad different?'

Her eyes swam back into focus when Tony tugged her sleeve. "Rosie, can we start?" She forced a grin on her lips. "Sure." Quietly, just for herself, she whispered: "Allons-y."

Jackie's gaze had barely left Rose's face the whole evening. Eyeing her carefully, she caught her daughter throw a quick glance at the door for the twentyfirst time. Rose seemed restless, looking at the door every now and then, as if she was waiting for something. Jackie could only have a faint guess and sadly pushed the thought away.

Just over a year had passed now and still, Rose hadn’t let go of what had happened. Pete kept telling his wife about the launches and Jackie knew about Rose's latest "breakdown", he'd called it. She thought these had been over; she knew it still was bad but she didn't know it was that bad. Not even a year had gone by, after all. She hadn't expected her daughter to move on quickly and would, honestly have been rather worried if she'd found her daughter back at her old self in just a few months.

But still, there was this constant layer of sadness in her eyes, deep down. Past the fake smile and the concealed dark circles under her eyes and the bright red lipstick she was wearing now. Under that mask, it was easy to see: the grief, exhaustion. The weariness. Rose looked drained. Depressed. Empty. The longer Jackie looked at her, the more she couldn't help but think that maybe Rose would never really heal. Because maybe her Rose, the old Rose Tyler, had stayed on the other side. Behind the void, in the TARDIS, with the Doctor.

Rose perked up when she heard the rattle of porcelain and quickly jumped up. "Oh, Mum, let me."

Jackie smiled. "Thanks. Be a dear and get some more potatoes."

"Sure, hang on a mo'." Rose got up, took the bowl and made her way into the kitchen, a warm smell of turkey still in the air.

'Back to your Mum. It's all waiting: fish and chips, sausages and mash, beans on toast - no, Christmas, turkey!'

Rose set the bowl on the counter, sighing. Quickly, she scanned the cooking plate in search for the mashed potatoes - when something suddenly caught her eyes' attention. A round plate, covered by an aluminium layer. "Oh, and I think we're ready for the nut loaf, too!", her Mum called from the dining table and Rose tried not to fall apart as she made her way through the kitchen towards the door, still staring down on the plate she held in her trembling hands.

'Although ... having met your mother ... nut loaf would be more appropriate.'

The plate slid out of her hands and crashed on the cold tiles. And that was when Rose gave up. That was when she just couldn't take it anymore, the moment she let the tears run freely down her cheeks. She barely even felt the shattered pieces of porcelain and crumbles of loaf around her when she slowly sank down, clutching the wood of the door frame. That was how Jackie found her seconds later when she heard the crash. Rose sat on the floor, sobbing violently, her face screwed up as she constantly whispered a single word she felt like drowning.

"Oh God, Rose!"

'Rose Tyler-'

The voice of her mother was mixing with the one in her head and it made her crumble. Rose felt hands drag her up and she curled up on the floor, wanting nothing more than to just lie there and cry herself out. Jackie crouched down next to her and after a while she managed to pull Rose into her arms and then Rose clung to her like a drowning man to a lifesaver. "Rose ... Rose, what's wrong? Rose ..." Rose opened her mouth to talk, but no sound came out, no word of how tired she was and how much she missed him and that she wished she could just leave. She let herself be picked up and led to the living room where she was sat down, still weeping because everything was missing and she felt so out of place.

Nobody touched her in ten minutes. Jackie shook her head when Tony wanted to run to his sister and picked him up in her arms. "What's wrong with Rose, Mummy?" "She just ... she just misses her friend, sweetheart," Jackie replied softly and Tony asked if she meant the Doctor but broke off when Rose let out a whimper at the mention of his name and hid her face in her hands. He'd never seen his sister cry. It was not until five minutes later that Rose had calmed down to a level she could talk. She looked up at Jackie with red, tear - stained eyes and whispered:

"I ... I ..." "What, sweetheart, what is it?"

Jackie sat down next to her and Rose clasped her hands in front of her mouth, holding back a sob.

"I miss him, I m-miss him so much." Jackie looked at her daughter and felt her heart break.

"I know, sweetheart, me too," She pulled her into her arms. "Me too ..." Rose let herself be held and hid herself in the warmth of her mother's arms and finally gave in. And then all the words suddenly started flowing out of her mouth, unstoppable now and she wasn't able to take them back or hold them in.

"I just keep waiting, I keep thinking he'll burst through that door any second, I, I keep w-waiting for him to walk in bec .. because he promised, he," She drew a deep shaking breath, the tears still hadn't stopped and another sob escaped her when she pulled out her her mother's arms, her own arms helplessly by her side.

"He said he'd be here," Rose whispered then, half sobbing. "He said he-" She broke off and wiped her eyes but it only left her eyes stinging.

"And nothing works, nothing ever works, I've been trying for - for months I've been trying to get back to him, but it doesn't ... and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry because I keep hurting you, I tried to be okay, I really did, but it, I can't, can't ... be ..." "I know, Rose, I know,", Jackie said softly and took her hand but Rose slipped hers out of her grip.

"It's okay," Jackie's voice, too, was trembling but she continued: "It's okay to be heartbroken and no one expects you to be just back to normal, sweetheart. It’s okay to feel like this, I promise. It’s okay." Rose said nothing and just sat there, crying quietly, staring into space. Time, she thought, that's the problem.

Much later, hours after the dinner and after Tony had been brought to bed, Rose still sat on the couch in the living room. It was way after midnight and the radio started to annoy her but she just couldn't be bothered to get up; also because she feared her legs would give up on the Rose sat alone, listening to 'Merry Christmas' for the fourth time.

She hated it. Oh, how she hated Christmas. " ... and a happy new year!"

But it was never a new year, not ever a new new year, ever again. It was just another year, another year without him.

Rose knew nights like these. Nights like these, when she'd sat alone in the tiny kitchen of her new flat between the still uppacked boxes and reconsidered her resolution not to drink. The nights she remembered she had forgotten her important meeting at work. The nights she cried herself to sleep because she missed her life and just couldn't fix this gaping hole inside of her. The nights she spent on her computer looking up flights to places she'd never go because she needed to leave but also couldn't do it without him. Nights where she felt like drowning and like the walls of her flat seemed to move in closer and closer until they crushed her between them. But most of all, the nights that were just so bloody lonely.

She wondered how she could feel so lonely just because of missing one person. Rose thought of the Doctor and wanted to cry, but her eyes stayed dry. She hoped with all her heart he was better. Better than her and not falling back into his darkness. She thought of the picture she imagined every day, every time she launched another test, the Doctor sitting alone in the TARDIS, his brown eyes dull and empty, face unmoved. Lonely. She didn't want that, she never wanted him to be lonely.

Rose felt her heart skip a beat when she started up out of all sudden. Everything was absolutely silent. The radio had stopped. Finally, her first thought, then: Why's that? Slowly, Rose got up. Indeed, the screen of the radio was dark and empty. And then another noise started. The one sound in the whole universe she had yearned for. Tearing her apart, ripping her soul in half - with a gasp, she stumbled back and her hands gripped the edge of the table. For a moment her heart stopped. It couldn't be. Part of her was aching to take a second look, the other part of her didn't want to because she feared it might have been another daydream of her, the trick of an eye and the melody of her lonely heart playing the wooshing sounds of her home in the back of her mind. Finally, Rose forced herself to look into the darkness a second time.

There, in the dark backyard of the Tyler manison stood the TARDIS.

Rose froze, her heart beating faster than ever before, throwing itself against her ribcage as if it wanted to flee. But she couldn't be sure until she had touched it, until she hadn't been inside of - "Rose?" a voice - oh, how she wished this wasn't a dream because this was all it could be - called behind her. Rose turned around, almost sure to see nothing because it was another nightmare after all and she was so angry at her own memory for giving her such an accurate imitation of his voice. She tried to fight the urge to cry when she saw the tall, slim figure stand in the door, pinstripes and all. Her heart stopped as it was torn apart and then she started crying and her legs took a stumbling step forward, then another, another, yet another and by the time she reached him she had thrown every care away. It had to be real. This time it was.

Doctor. Oh, my Doctor. And then, Rose Tyler stopped in front of the Doctor.

#reposting this here bc why not i'm feeling sappy #doctor who #dw #tenxrose #tenrose #mine #part I #romance #the ANGST pls i was so angsty omg #i wrote this like......5 years ago omg #doesn't seem that long ago reading it tho

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atiny-ahgase · 4 years

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Sweet Dreams

Author’s Note: I started this with no direction but I somehow still really like it. IDK I think it’s kinda cute. I intended for it to be more like a drabble but I don’t really think that it is...oh well. Also, I tried my best to make the reader both gender-neutral as well as to remove any words that would cause you to assume the ethnicity and race of the reader. I’m still really new to writing so if I slipped up on any of these attempts please let me know. I’m trying my best.

Side Note: This will be my first work since my 2 week-long Writer’s Block. I honestly still have it but I also really wanna write something...It’s soo frustrating.- Gabby.

Summary: Feeling overwhelmed and stress from work threatens to rid you of your sanity your only source of calm in this otherwise hectic world, Mingi, is busy at work preparing for the Ateez comeback. You don’t want to burden him but what are you to do when the breath easier beside him?

Pairing: Mingi x Gender Neutral reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Contains Fluff, Angst, Idol x Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, (Not really sure what else).

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You lightly hissed as the warm water cascaded down your aching body, engulfing your muscles with liquid bliss. Work had been the most demanding this week than it had been in a while. The workload wasn’t that much but you were already understaffed as it was and your demanding boss wasn’t helping to soothe the stress and anxiety brewing within you with all the work that still needed to be done. You needed a break but with the deadline fast approaching, no way was that going to happen.

Softly sighing you turned off the steady stream of water before grabbing your towel; relishing in the feeling of the plush fabric embracing your body. You walked out of the restroom entering your bedroom before collapsing on to your bed; the plush mattress beginning to absorb the moisture from your shower. As you sink into your mattress your mind begins to wander to your only spark of light in an otherwise seemingly dismal world; formally known as Mingi. How was he doing? You hadn’t seen or spoken to him in a while and it honestly showed in your demeanour. You were always much calmer after speaking with him. Each laughed that slipped past his lips took with it all of your worries.

You had both met at a coffee shop not too far away from your office building. After ordering your drink you scrolled through your phone waiting for your order to be called. Not long after your order was called and you approached the register extending your hand to retrieve your coffee. Unbeknownst to you, the stranger beside you seemed to be doing the same thing. Both of you appeared to be unaware until you grasped his hand over the coffee cup.

“Sorry”, you shakily replied pulling your hand away from the beverage while looking up at the man standing beside you. The warmth from your hand seemed to spread to your cheeks in a matter of seconds. You felt like you were looking up at the sun. His existence alone seemed to brighten up the drab and dull decor of the local coffee shop threatening to blind you if you looked too long. How could one person be that bright?

A cluster of gentle curls adorned his head landing lightly across his forehead. He wore round-rimmed glasses which just drew your attention straight to his warm brown eyes, they looked so welcoming. They reminded you of the homemade toffee you would make with your grandparents, soft, sweet and warm. A small chuckle escaped his mouth directing your focus to his lips which immediately curled up into a bright smile forcing his eyes to all but disappear. The sight alone causing you to smile in response.

It was strange, the smile felt so natural to you although you’ve rarely found a reason to smile lately. The weight of the world had reshaped your once bright smile into a frown that even your greatest efforts could not mend so you decided to give up. To stop wasting your time on the happiness that somehow always seemed to evade you.

But now you where you are in a crowded cafe, smiling like an idiot at a complete stranger who didn’t even say anything remotely funny. That’s it; your boss had literally driven you to madness. That was the only sensible explanation for your unwarranted happiness.

“You can have it; I’ll just wait for the other one,” he spoke, bringing you back to reality. “Oh no I couldn’t ask you to do that,” you responded arms raising in protest.

“What kinda gentleman would I be if I let a gorgeous person like yourself wait in line?” he defends while sliding the cup over to you. Failing to keep your heart in check you can already feel your ears heating up much hotter than any coffee you’d ever consumed. Cheezy pick-up lines like that had never made you react this way before so why now?

Maybe because it didn’t feel like a pickup line, it felt more like he was just talking to you, no strange ulterior motive he was authentically being nice. Yet another interaction that you were not used to. Deciding on taking him up on his kind offer you mumbled a small “Thank you” before taking a sip of the coffee, the liquid feeling cold in comparison to the warm feeling flooding your cheeks.

“You know waiting in line is a lot more fun when you have someone to talk to”, you smiled up at him, enjoying the warm feelings you got from his interactions. You wanted to hold on to the conversation just a little while longer. With so many conflicts currently going on at work, it felt nice to have even a semi-decent conversation with someone whether it was with a stranger or not.

Somewhere along the line, that chance meeting turned into planned meetings which turned into him showing up at your apartment unannounced with snacks and now you don’t know what to do with yourself. You’ve gotten so used to seeing him that these past few days have been absolute torture. He and the rest of Ateez were working on their comeback and you know that Mingi must be just as exhausted as you if not more exhausted and you don’t want to burden him with your problems. But you miss him so much.

Everything in your apartment reminded you of him. From the collection of hoodies that you’ve “accumulated’ in your closet to the faint smell of lavender that seemed to have remained on the cushion, he would usually sit on. They all just served as constant reminders that he was not there. A loud sigh leaves your lips as you will yourself to get dressed not wanting to be consumed by your own thoughts.

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Your entire evening just consisted of you dragging yourself all over your apartment in a futile attempt to be productive when in reality all you wanted to do was curl up beside Mingi on your couch; head nuzzled into his neck, hands grasping his shirt which would always smell like fresh Lavender. He’d hold you tightly as if you were the most precious person in his life, one arm around your waist drawing gentle circles while the other gently stroked your hair.

You close your eyes remembering all of the sweet nothings he would whisper in your ear and with every word you could feel the stress and anxiety leave your body and in its place would be that warm feeling that somehow always seemed to accompany you whenever Mingi was around.

His presence was like that of a storm; washing away the debris that seemed to settle on your heart, nourishing the withering roses of your soul, revitalizing the rivers that gave life to your otherwise dull eyes. His smile alone provided the single ray of light you needed to see your way through whatever you were facing, guiding you back to his warm embrace. And now that he wasn’t there you wondered how you ever walked on your own. Every step that you took felt ten times heavier because he wasn’t there beside you.

You sink further into the couch simultaneously diving deeper into your head when the blaring of your cell phone ringing forces you out of your thoughts. Not bothering to look at the caller ID you press the answer button just glad for a distraction to keep your mind occupied.

“Hello,” you answer in the best fake cheerful voice you can muster up. “Hey y/n”, you hear a sleepy Mingi grumble on the other line. His voice was a lot deeper when he was tired but even with that, you could still sense the hint of happiness that laced every word that escaped his lips. He truly was the personification of sunshine. “Sorry to be calling you this late I just really needed to hear your voice”, he continues.

You feel a ping in your chest as you try your best to steady your breathing, his words always went straight to your heart. Mingi was always the honest type, he would never shy away from anything he had to say and even though you really loved and admired that about him; you couldn’t help but blush anytime he said things like that to you. “Will you tell me about your day?” he inquired before some faint shuffling was heard on the other end.

“I’d rather hear about yours,” you reply; not wanting to ruin his mood with your problems. “But if I do all the talking how will I get to hear your sweet voice?” he whines into the phone. You chuckle softly to yourself, imagining the way he would wave his arms in the air when he didn’t get what he wanted. You sighed before muttering a soft “You asked for it” before taking him through your entire day. You couldn’t help but give in to his every request, his childlike glee made you want to spoil him. He softly hummed listening to you recap the events of your day only speaking when he was sure that you were finished. Feeling a weight lift off your shoulders you laid on the couch, exhaustion quickly replacing the stress that once filled your body.

You always did feel the most at ease when Mingi was with you, and even though he wasn’t physically there didn’t stop your mind from melting into the calm sea that was his voice. Each word he spoke crashed on to the shores of your heart retreating only to remove the pain and frustration left there by others. The rhythm of his cascading waves sang a song straight to your soul; like a gentle lullaby, it cradled you until you were consumed with sleep. As you laid there falling deeper and deeper into a much-deserved slumber; you could faintly hear the slow and subtle breathing of the idol on the phone.

Sweet dreams Mingi.

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drabbledragon · 4 years

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Linktober: ReDead

This one definitely falls more onto the creepy side of all my fics, so proceed with caution and make sure to read the warnings.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26749021/chapters/66053455 Summary: The Links go searching for a missing Sheikah, but they should really be more cautious about what lies in the dark.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence, but if you are squeamish about either topic, I highly suggest you skip this chapter

Day 8: ReDead

“This is the place.”

The Links slowly came to a stop at Time’s words, and curiously looked towards the large tomb looming over them. It was one of many in the large graveyard, and it was nothing compared to the Royal Family’s Tomb that resided just a little ways away, but it still held a general air of creepiness and dread, and its qualities only seemed to be amplified by the waning moon hanging above Kakariko Village Graveyard.

“Why would a little girl want to run in here? This place is creepy as hell.” Legend commented from the side, but his tone seemed to be leaning more towards concern rather than his usual pragmatic self.

“People do things for inexplicable reasons.” Was all the Hero of Time said before taking a step forward and pulling on the tomb’s doors.

“Well, jeeze, Old Man; if you’re just gonna be cryptic about it, don’t bother answering.”

The nine of them ventured down the stone stairs in tense silence, with the clack of their boots being the only sound within the narrow space. There was no light, as expected, so a few of them were able to pull out their lanterns and illuminate the path for those who couldn’t; but no matter how much the glow of warm light filled their surroundings, they just couldn’t seem to get rid of the oppressing chill that filled the empty air.

They all startled at the sound of a high - pitched screech, but before any of the heroes could so much as draw their respective weapons, Time had already taken care of the threat, releasing the arrow from his Hero’s Bow in one smooth motion towards the source of the sound. He didn’t even flinch when a Keese fell in front of his feet.

He drew in a sharp breath. “ Not good.”

Turning on his heels, he regarded each of the heroes with a serious look. “ This tomb is infested with monsters, and judging by how long the girl’s been in here, I fear that she’s in grave danger, if not already dead. We’ll need to split up into pairs to find her, with one group of three; the more area we cover, the sooner we’ll be able to find her.”

An excited Hyrule looped an arm around Wild’s and eagerly proclaimed, “ Ooo I choose Wild! He’s my travelling buddy!”

“And I wanna be in a group of three with Sky and Four!” Wind chimed in next, with both his partners smiling at his enthusiasm.

“I’m going with the Old Man,” Twilight stepped forward and slid his gaze knowingly to Time. “ We’re both good at filling in each other’s weak spots.”

Legend casted a reluctant glance towards the remaining hero and rolled his eyes. “ Ugh, no one else wants to partner up with Cityboy? I’ll give you 50 Rupees if you do.”

“Excuse me, I am worth way more than 50 Rupees!” Warriors squawked from right beside him.

“I’m giving them a discount because of how annoying you are.”

“Enough.” Time’s voice had boomed over all of them, and all their banter immediately came to a stop. “ We’re all on a time - sensitive mission, so I don’t need any of you acting up because you’re too childish to work together. You’re Chosen Heroes, so start acting like it.”

Then with a calming breath, he motioned to the various corridors down the room and continued, “ We’ll split ourselves among the rooms here: there’s not many, but they do branch out for quite a bit. Be on the lookout for a seven year - old Sheikah girl with white hair and red eyes, and if you see any monsters, don’t hesitate to kill them.”

The nine of them were used to killing monsters of all kinds, so the other heroes didn’t understand why a cold chill seemed to run up their spines at their leader’s words.

Wild rose a hand high into the air and spoke when Time looked to him. “ What do we do for a signal? Like how do we let the others know if we found the girl or if we’re in a lot of trouble?”

A good question, the Hero of Time thought, and then after a moment of consideration, he finally answered back, “ A whistle: one long one for if you found her and three short ones for if you’re in danger.”

With a collective nod, the groups went their separate ways, each of their steps careful and calculated as they disappeared through old and crumbling arches.

The Hero of Time and Hero of Twilight gradually made their way down the stone corridor they had chosen: a narrow one that was situated towards the back of the main room. It was cold and dark in the small passageway, and the ranchhand tried his best not to be bothered by it, but he just couldn’t help the goosebumps that prickled all over his skin.

“Transform.”

Time’s command had caught him off guard for a second, but he quickly shook his head and assumed his Twili form. Hands and feet became paws and a thick coat of fur encased his body like a blanket, seeming to block out the stagnant cold that came through invisible vents. He lifted his muzzle into the air and perked at the scents that wafted around like the auroras in the Northern Lights.

Twilight had once explained it to his protege as following a beacon of light that couldn’t be seen. The flicker of light might be in a sea of other lights that tried to drown out its color, but with enough focus and dedication, the Ordonian could zero in on his target and keenly follow it without being overwhelmed.

A small huff of breath escaped his mouth as he lowered his head. There was Time’s scent right next him, smelling distinctly of forests and pines, and then Twilight’s own scent of pumpkins and hay, Wild’s, Hyrule’s, Legend’s, Warriors’s, Sky’s, Four’s, and Wind’s scents lingering back towards the corridor, and then an unfamiliar scent that smelled like …

With a sharp bark, he called for Time to follow him further down the corridor, all the while pursuing the scent like a lifeline. It was sharp and distinct, smelling like home - cooked meals and a rainy day's mud; if there was a universal scent for a seven year - old child, that would be the one.

As he bounded from stone to stone, he idly wondered what was going on with his mentor: it wasn’t unusual for Time to be strict and demanding at times but the way he carried himself when he spoke to the group … it just wasn’t like him. In more serious situations, he wasn’t as stern to the other heroes as he is now, and if they were lucky, he would even jab at a few of them, commenting on how scared they looked when they faced worse; but now he was more rigid and harsh towards them, not allowing any of them to go against his word.

Maybe it had something to do with being in a tomb? Or with them having to find a small child? From the brief snippets Malon had told him about Time’s childhood, Twilight knew it wasn’t good: he had lost dear friends, had to give up a peaceful life, and had been forced to sleep for seven years in order to be worthy of the Master Sword. It had been a rough adventure, but the eldest hero persevered regardless, and maybe that’s why all of them looked up to Time so much.

Twilight trotted to a stop once he reached a large room, and quickly transformed back into a Hylian.

“She’s here,” He claimed, but his brows quickly furrowed. “ but she’s … all over the place; her scent’s in every bit of this room, and there’s no definite direction I can say.”

All he received back was a grunt and a low, “ Split up and find her.”

Just before Time was about to head over to one end of the room, he paused and looked to his protege when the latter was offering him a lantern.

“It’ll help you look,” Twilight smiled, and when the elder hero offered him a questioning gaze, he shrugged and added in, “ I’ll just use my Twili form to find her.”

With a nod of thanks, the two went off in opposite directions.

The room was worse, in Twilight’s opinion: it was colder, mustier, and just seemed to hold this general air of foreboding. The limited stone tiles he could see with his wolf senses were all covered in mold and weeds, where the latter was slowly dying from the lack of sunlight in the tomb. It may have just been Twilight’s overactive imagination, but he could have sworn that he heard a few moans in different areas of the room, and his ears flicked eagerly towards each call. The sounds were inhuman, that was for sure, and he wouldn’t expect little Keese to make a noise like that, so that meant it was either the little girl they were looking for or … something else entirely.

He paused when he caught sight of a figure huddled in the corner, and nearly yipped out when he smelled the Sheikah’s scent practically surrounding their form. He eagerly transformed back into a Hylian and crouched down, intent on gaining the little girl’s trust before alerting his mentor of his discovery.

In a delicate, soothing voice, he quietly called out, “ Hey, I’m a hero here to save you. You can call me ‘Twilight’.”

He waited patiently for an answer, but when the girl didn’t even so much as look at him, he decided to take a tentative step forward and call out again, “ Your mom and dad are worried about you, and they want you to come back home. Do you think you can follow me so I can show you the way out?”

Again, no answer, but that didn’t bother the Ordonian in the slightest: he was used to dealing with frightened children all the time, and he would wait hours if he had to if it meant Colin would peacefully fall asleep after a nightmare or if Beth would stop crying and tell him what was wrong.

He was quiet, breathing steady breaths as his eyes stayed trained on the child, hands clasped together as his arms rested easily on crouched knees; and all at once, all hell broke loose.

The girl - no, the creature - suddenly turned around and regarded him with piercing red eyes, ones that made him inexplicably freeze him to his spot. He inwardly panicked as he tried to move his arms or legs or tilt his head but he couldn’t, and the only thing he even had slight control of was his hysterical breaths. The creature then reached for him with long spindly arms and knocked him back, straddling the hero as it let out a low - pitched groan.

The next thing he felt was long bony fingers raking into his chest and digging harshly into his skin. He was acutely aware of every single claw that dragged purposefully across his ribcage and the longer the process continued, the more he could feel pain burning through his body and blood bubbling to the top. He wanted to shove that thing off him, give into his Twili self and sink his fangs into that creature’s neck but he couldn’t do any of that; his body remained still and paralyzed, eyes glued to the spot where he had first locked eyes with the creature.

He was starting to become dizzy now, the ceiling above him swirling in a mix of the blacks and grays he could pick out, and he could feel his stomach roil with unease. His skin prickled at the sudden drop in temperature he felt but the slow, oozing liquid that trickled down his chest and throat seemed to provide him with a little warmth. He was shivering, he was sure of it, but the all - consuming emptiness that was slowly filling his head was starting to disconnect his thoughts in favor of soothing him in a sudden calm.

He’d felt this way before, hadn’t he? It was back on his adventure when he defeated … uh … Rusl, right? Wait, no, that was his mentor - or he thought it was his mentor. He couldn’t put a name to a face right now, or rather he couldn’t really remember anything about anyone right now. All he could think about was a dull pain echoing throughout his body, one that he couldn’t even explain the source of.

He was tired, and the uncontrollable drooping of his eyelids only confirmed his feelings. He thought he was on a mission right now, but he couldn’t recall for who, with who, or the entire purpose of the thing. A quick nap would fix him right up, so he gave into the darkness closing in on him, and let his body go lax.

The next he was aware of was a cold bottle pressed to his lips and a hushed voice soothing him.

“C’mon, Pup, have a sip.” It coaxed, and when he couldn’t do what the voice was asking, it added in a more strict tone, “ Listen, it’s going down your throat one way or another.”

And so he took a tentative sip, and recoiled when the liquid caused a fiery pain to burn down his throat. He immediately tried to turn his head away from the source but a rough hand caught his chin and forced his lips open where the cool liquid was promptly dumped into. The burning agony coursed up and down his throat unheedingly, and if he could compare this with the heat of the Goron Mines, the thing he was forced to drink was definitely hotter. He laid there for a few moments, gasping for air and writhing in agony, while a soft voice from beside him kept apologizing and mentioning that he would die if he didn’t drink it.

The pain disappeared after a few excruciating moments, and in its place came a blossom of warmth in his chest and throat. It was a welcomed feeling, and its very presence was enough to lull him to sleep, but a sharp pinch on his cheek sent him reeling back to reality.

“Not yet. The traveller’s coming and I want him to get a good look at you before you drift off.”

The traveller … that’s what they called Hyrule, right? Why would he need Hyrule of all people now?

Mustering all the energy he could, he finally pried his eyes.

It was strange that he wasn’t waking up to morning light; it was instead to a dark spacious room, with the only source of lighting being the flickering lantern by his head. There was barely anything else he could see, and if it was, then he could only see the vague outlines of it. His gaze then settled onto his mentor sitting beside him, face pale and features taut as he watched his protege. When their eyes met, he gave a tired smile.

“You scared me back there. I should’ve known not to leave you alone.”

Alone? Why would it matter if he was alone? But when Twilight tried to ask that very question, a blazing pain shot up his throat and caused coughs to rack through his body.

“Easy, easy.” The Hero of Time placated. “ That thing ripped through a good portion of your throat and chest, so don’t expect to be talking any time soon.”

Ah, he supposed that would explain the phantom pains echoing through his entire being. When he eventually recovered, he instead settled on fixing his mentor with a steady gaze, hoping the other would get the message.

He watched as Time settled back with a sigh and let his shoulders drop. In a matter - of - fact tone, he explained, “ You were attacked by a ReDead. I don’t know the events leading up to it, but I remember hearing the clang of your sword and shield on the ground and then a low moan. I feared the worst, and I was upset to find that I was right. I killed that thing in an instant and bandaged whatever I could, hoping that the bloodloss didn’t progress too far. I managed to get you to drink a few potions, and it looks like you came to at the last bottle I had.” He gently motioned to the various empty bottles strewn about, and Twilight could determine that there were at least four of them. “ It was a bit touch - and - go there for a second, but I knew you would be alright once you started breathing again.” He closed his eyes and shook his head as he muttered out, “ Honestly, the amount of times we look death in the face is ridiculous.”

The Ordonian would’ve laughed if he could. There was that cynical and exasperated Time they all knew and loved.

But the old man’s gaze hardened, and he fixed a disapproving eye on his protege. “ You should know better than to approach a ReDead like that. They’re simple enemies that can be avoided as long as you don’t make too much noise.”

He was taken aback by the confused stare he received.

“You don’t … know what a ReDead is.”

It was more of a statement rather than a question, but Twilight nodded nonetheless.

With a tired sigh, the Hero of Time began, “ ReDeads are zombie - like creatures that roam dark dungeons, preferably those underground. They’re mindless, but the moment they hear a sound, they’re quick to paralyze you with their gaze. They’ll jump onto your back once you’re petrified, but depending on the direction you’re facing, they might attack you from a different angle. You obviously can’t attack them when you’re paralyzed, so the moment you feel yourself regaining control of your body, you need to shake them off and avoid their eyes at all costs; then is the best moment to strike.”

Twilight noticed the way his mentor prattled on, and a small part of him wondered how he remembered such a vivid description of an enemy. Was it because he read a manuscript somewhere detailing the enemy? Or was it that he had a mentor of his own to tell him the ins and outs of the creature? He would have to ask once they’re out of this tomb.

“Also, I thought I should let you know about this.” The elder hero grabbed a piece of pink fabric from somewhere beside him and showed it to his protege. “ It was something the ReDead was holding, and it’s also part of the dress the mother had last seen the girl wearing. If my assumption is correct, I believe she passed by here, got caught by the ReDead, and was able to escape - how, I’m not sure. Regardless, I believe that this is the reason you were even near that thing.”

The Ordonian stiffly nodded, staring at the piece of faded pink cloth. That must have been what he was smelling earlier, and his willingness to just blindly follow the scent without any hint of precaution had led him into a dangerous situation with an enemy he had never seen before.

He shivered. He could still feel the bony fingers raking up and down his chest, and the fear enveloping his mind before it all came to a soothing calm: his body’s last - ditch effort at trying to soothe his frightened mind before an agonizing death. He was minutes if not seconds away from meeting a cruel end, and he was just lucky enough that his mentor had heard all the commotion and came when he did. He could have died back there, and the gravity of the past was starting to sink in.

He just really hoped that one of the others had found that missing Sheikah girl.

#linkeduniverse #hero of twilight #hero of time #fanfic #linktober2020

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illusionlock · 3 years

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Cornered: A short Security Breach fanfiction.

Hi!! As a foreword, I wanna say that this fanfic draws ideas from this little theory of mine, so if you’re confused by what is exactly going on between Vanessa and Vanny here, I recommend you check that out first. Happy reading!

content warnings: swearing, death threats, unreality

Vanessa jumped and backed up against the wall, her thumb pressing the elevator button once, twice, five times, maybe ten or twenty five times. Her heart pounded and the sweat that rolled now over her face lit up with the pink neon lights. Her vision blurred as a purple tint filled up her vision like a flood, as if someone had messed with the lights of the entire floor.

Graceful, mocking, flickering rabbits danced around her vision and encircled the woman in a rabbit costume in front of her. Like happy bunnies from a children's cartoon approaching a princess. They wanted her to go to her, of course. It didn't matter if she had a knife, long and sharp, glistening in the low light.

Vanessa squeezed her eyes together, hoping to make it all go away. For a moment she saw herself, as if she were in a movie, just another victim in the way, not enough to be the main character, one that put up a worthy fight, only to die at the knife, cornered, screaming. Maybe she would make a real scandal, raising her voice up high, struggling as much as she could, be the perfect movie cliche.

But she could not. Her eyes shot up again, and the rabbits hopped slowly alongside the woman who approached her, confident and slow. She was paralyzed, unable to even utter out a gasp. Of course, whatever had latched onto her, whatever had been messing with her head and body for these past months, would want her to just sit still like a good little sacrifice, as the true vehicle of this demon's will executed his plan perfectly.

All her resistance, her cries for help, her research on how to break free, for nothing. And the rabbit woman was getting closer. Vanessa gave a last attempt at resistance, shakingly holding her flashlight up, maybe hoping to blind the attacker, or even successfully block the knife, enough for the elevator to finally come up, though she knew, the virus had probably already spread to the goddamn entire building complex somehow.

She dropped it. It was barely even a blink, and she was dropping the flashlight to the side with a resounding clank, a slight bounce on the shiny checkered floor. One of the purple rabbits leaped forward with brighter glee, and a sinister smile. The bunny woman, oh, of course, she stopped for a moment just to tilt her head to the side, Vanessa could tell she was beaming behind the mask.

She squeezed her eyes together again, praying for a last second in which the elevator would open, she thought she would have so many thoughts, but now, her mind felt utterly empty, aside from the sinister grin of a purple rabbit, one she had been seeing in her nightmares for so long already.

The knife landed right next to her head. Vanessa's eyes shot open to see the rabbit staring right back at her, up to her face, so close, pinning her against the wall. She couldn't understand, was the attacker toying with her?

"Why are you making this so difficult, blondie? We're two of the same kind!" The bunny woman finally spoke up. Her voice was just as Vanessa expected it to be, mocking her in a sweet manner.

She drew the knife slowly, raking across the wall, a horrid scraping sound that made Vanessa's heart jump.

"It would be just so easy to give in... you don't even have to do the dirty work, honest!"

"W... what?" Vanessa's breath was shaky, she'd been certainly holding it for a while, and as she released it, it all came out heaving.

"Give in... give in!" The words echoed through her mind. The rabbits were climbing over her now.

"I'm not-" Vanessa swallowed, finally being able to speaking, the could touch of the demon seemed to be lifted for a second. "I'm not going to give in. I never asked for this- if you want to do... whatever it is you're doing, so badly, just kill me now!"

She surprised herself by how bodly and loudly she was speaking, blood boiling. It was the first time she felt she could directly speak to whatever had been tormenting her for so many months, making her lose track of her own actions, messing with her thoughts.

She wanted her voice to be heard one last time.

"I'll be of no use to you now, and I'll never be, so just get rid of me and stop trying to get me on your side for fuck's sake!"

The shouting seemed to be effective in at least getting the rabbit woman to back off, and the bunnies glitched and flickered out of view.

And then the woman... laughed? And began to laugh, and laugh, a giggle that turned into a deranged, uncontrollable fit of laughter, shaking and contorting her whole body. She came to the point of bending over, hands on her knees.

Vanessa just cursed under her breath, that seemed to buy her some time, so could that damn elevator hurry up?

"You, you are so funny, blondie. Acting like you're some sort of hero. Like it'll make a difference." The rabbit woman straightened up now, shooting a scarily piercing glare for someone wearing a smiling rabbit mask. "You and I know he doesn't care what any of us thinks. He'll just keep coming back. History is made by the winners, so why don't we get on their side?"

"Because it's not the right thing to do. How do you live with yourself, knowing that this is what he wants?" Vanessa replied. She lowered her head in defiance, gaze still fixated upwards to the woman. "You've seen it, right? The carnage, the torture, the manipulation, those are the things that he wants. How can you work with someone like that? What could you possibly get from that?"

The rabbit woman scoffed, and examined her knife as if she were looking at her nails, twisting it to reflect the multicolored lights. "You don't, like, know me, and you should stop acting like you care. It's too late for me. He chose me to carry his bigger part, to be the leader of the operation. You were just a backup plan, like all the other attempts."

"Fine." Vanessa glared at her. "Answer me this. When you bring that knife down, when you give the finishing blow, when you'll hear that kid's scream, when his blood gushes out and you can't stop yourself anymore, how will you be feeling?"

"I can look away. I'll close my eyes. I'll be a good vessel, at that time." The woman turned her head, gaze now at a distance that was not in this place or time. There was a softness to her voice. "It'll be like falling asleep for a moment, and waking up in the other."

"You can't be serious. You act like you're so high and mighty, the leader of the fucking bunch, but you clearly don't want to do this." Vanessa gritted her teeth now, glaring. She wanted so desperately for this to big her big break, finally getting through to that ridiculous killer rabbit.

The opposite effect, instead, took place. The woman leaped at her, with a sudden speed and strenght Vanessa thought she may surely die from a heart attack before the blade even pierced her, and she found herself pinned back up against the wall. This time, though, the knife was closer, threatening.

The sinister, wide open smile on the rabbit mask felt even more grim now, illuminate with an eerie glow. The purple lights came back on, as the words filled her mind, rapidly coming and going, like loose streams of thought.

"Die."

"Worthless girl."

"Your attempts will get you nowhere."

"I laugh at you from beyond death."

"Your death will be nothing but a testimony to your incompetence."

Dark rabbits in shades of purple and black danced.

For the second time, however, the blade did not come down.

The rabbit's arm shook, and swerved, but it did not come down. From within the suit, Vanessa could hear, a guttural growl, as if the person inside was fighting with all of her strenght to keep the blade in place.

For what purpose, again, did this torture come to be, Vanessa wondered.

As the two stayed frozen in the moment, the swirl of unwanted thoughts within Vanessa's head grew louder, into a cacophony of unpleasant suggestions, all interrupting each other and drowning themselves out in desperation to be heard.

The blade stood still, save for it shaking a bit along with the rabbit woman's arm.

"She's not the target. She is not your target. Killing her will get us nowhere. She is not my target. This will make it more complicated." The woman spoke, but Vanessa could tell, it wasn't to her. “Please, I’ll prove it to you, this isn’t worth it. I won’t forget what you told me. But she is not the target.”

The elevator's anticlimatic ring was what startled Vanessa, and she fell backwards, right into the inside of it. Scrambling back up, she pressed any button to close it as fast as possible and get away from there, before the rabbit woman could even realize what was happening.

Vanessa rode the adrenaline spike as she escaped her attacker, and her thoughts calmed down and gave way into her very own. She'd be safe, for the moment.

#don't be scared. i am here with you.#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach

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cakesunflower · 5 years

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No Need Convincing Me [Tattoo Artist!Calum AU] Part 4

Summary: Elodie Banks hadn’t expected to get so caught up in her best friend’s tattoo artist. But all it took was one meeting with Calum Hood for Elodie to feel herself drawing towards him and the ink on his skin. Maybe once she was rid of a miserable relationship and the insecurities that came with it, she’d allow herself to realize that Calum was just as wrapped up in her.

A/N: a part of this chapter is pretty self indulgent, if i do say so myself. y’all will know why while reading---keep in mind that i work at Calvin Klein hehe

All Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6

Part 4

“The house feels so empty without you.”

Elodie let out a light laugh at her mother’s words, looking up from her chicken alfredo. When her mom called her up and asked to meet up for lunch, Elodie was more than happy to join her. It had been almost a week since she moved out of her home and into Dominique’s—their, as her best friend corrected—apartment and as someone who had spent her entire life living with her parents, it was something to adjust to. But Elodie would be lying if she said she wasn’t already enjoying living with Dominique.

“You’ll adjust,” Elodie told her as she picked up her glass, sipping at the red wine as her mom let out a scoff.

“A mother never gets used to not being around her child,” her mom said matter-of-factly, though a gentle smile slipped onto her lips. Elodie was an exact copy of her mother’s; from the honey colored hair and button nose and always smiling lips. The only difference between them were her mom’s dark blue eyes, Elodie’s own brown she inherited from her father. In this moment, Mrs. Banks’ eyes were taking in the sight of her daughter, watching her, observing her, before she let out a breath. “But you do seem happy. More so than I’ve seen you in a long time.” With a raise of an eyebrow, she inquired, “Is it because you’re not under our roof or does this have something to do with the end of your relationship with Nathan?”

Despite the fact that her parents were close friends with Nathan’s, Elodie didn’t feel the need to hide the contentment from not being with him from her mom. But that didn’t mean she didn’t feel nervous confiding in her mom about feeling as though she was finally free from being wrapped in Nathan’s unyielding grip. Sugar coating the details would be the way to go in this situation.

“A little bit,” Elodie conceded, licking her lips and tasting the wine. At her mom’s encouraging raise of eyebrows, Elodie continued with a sigh, “I know you love Nathan but I just. . . I couldn’t breathe when I was with him. And I know that probably sounds dramatic, but—”

“It doesn’t sound dramatic, honey,” her mom cut in with a shake of her head and frown knitting together her eyebrows. She folded her arms on the table, the single diamond pendant she loved wearing glinting against her neck. “If I’m being honest, I had a feeling you weren’t too happy with Nathan. You looked. . . Free in London and when we got back you just looked deflated.”

A wry smile quirked at Elodie’s lips. “Like a balloon?” she joked, her mom scoffing out a laugh. Honestly. Nathan just popping her like a balloon wasn’t a far off comparison.

“I hope you don’t feel guilty for breaking up with Nathan,” Mrs. Banks said, raising her eyebrows as a way of trying to get her own thoughts across. “If you weren’t happy with him, then ending that relationship was the best thing for you. I don’t love Nathan nearly as much as I love you. As long as you’re happy, that’s all I care about.”

Elodie had no idea how much she needed to hear that. Sure, her mom didn’t truly know the extent of terrible things Elodie had to listen to that Nathan would throw her way, but Elodie didn’t see any point in divulging that information. It was over. It was done. Elodie had a feeling if she told her mom about it, then she would either confront Nathan or his parents about it, maybe both, or tell Elodie that it happened in the past and there was no point in bringing it up now. Elodie couldn’t be quite sure what the reaction would be to the truth, and she wasn’t entirely sure which would be worse.

Her grip on the fork tightened. She kind of hated that she second guessed everything because of Nathan.

As she and her mother waited for the waiter to bring by the check, Elodie’s phone buzzed with the text, and she fought the smile from tilting at her lips when she saw Calum’s name.

Calum 2:03PM

Just a heads up—I might kill Dom for inviting me to this thing her parents are throwing.

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Elodie 2:03PM

Do you at least have a reason for your murderous intent?

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Calum 2:04PM

Dunno who she thinks she is assuming I’ve got any suit other than my Halloween one lying around. And I hate the mall.

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Elodie 2:05PM

You just need a good guide. I’m more than happy to offer my services :-)

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Calum 2:05PM

Where are you? I’ll pick you up.

After her mom slid into the back of her car and left with a hug and a kiss to Elodie, she walked over to where her own car was parked and waved her hand at Flynn, her driver, to keep him from getting out of the car. He shot her a quizzical look as she got to the driver’s side and he lowered the window. “All good, Ms. Banks?”

“Yeah,” Elodie nodded, hugging her denim jacket closer to her body. It was particularly chilly today. “I have a friend coming to pick me up, so you don’t have to stick around. I’m good for the day.”

Flynn nodded, offering her a kind smile. “Whatever you say, Ms. Banks. Have a good day—call if your plans change.”

She waved him off, watching as the town car drove off, and Elodie stepped back towards the restaurant and leaned against the wall as she waited for Calum to arrive. Arms crossed over her chest, Elodie let out a breath as she watched the cars drive by in the seat in front of her. Her cheeks felt warm, the glass of wine she had with her lunch being the cause of it, but the flips of her stomach definitely were because of the fact that she was about to hang out with Calum—go shopping with him. Elodie would be embarrassed by her bold behavior of inviting herself along if it weren’t for Calum instantly telling her he’d pick her up.

Elodie found herself thanking Dominique’s parents for throwing whatever gala they were hosting—at this point, Elodie just went to these parties without much thought over what they were for. And she was also grateful for Dominique inviting Calum and everyone else. Elodie couldn’t help but think it would be refreshing to have them there among the usual faces she saw at these kinds of events.

She pushed aside the thought of Nathan being in attendance.

And it wasn’t hard, when a black Range Rover pulled up in front of her, her heart jumping at Calum holding his hand up in a greeting wave from the driver’s seat. She took a breath as she walked around towards the passenger door, feeling her smile return when Calum leaned over to the center console to open the door for her, the gesture a bit too sweet for her to handle.

“I appreciate you helpin’ out a lost cause,” Calum chuckled as Elodie settled, strapping in her seatbelt as Calum began driving once more. The car smelt like the citrus freshener dangling from the rearview mirror alongside an Evil Eye pendant, as well as the ever so familiar scent of Calum’s cologne.

Elodie shot him a quick smile, trying not to focus too hard on the leather jacket and black cargo pants he somehow made work. “No, I’m more than happy to,” she told him, leaning back into the seat as her gaze dropped for a moment, eyebrows raising at the familiar small box sitting in the small compartment under the stereo system. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

She noted Calum glance at her before looking down at the package and then returning his gaze out to the road. “Only when I’m stressed,” he told her as the song playing through the car changed into one by Coldplay. Elodie had a feeling the playlist in the tattoo shop was one of Calum’s making. She wondered if she imagined a nervous tinge creep into his voice when he added, “’M sorry if it smells—”

“No, no,” Elodie interrupted, not wanting him to think she had some kind of issue, and she didn’t want to insult him, either. “My dad smokes, so I’m used to the smell.” With an embarrassed chuckle, she added, “I kind of like it, actually.”

At that, Calum let out a laugh, the sound raspy and breathy and a bit too adorable for Elodie to handle. “Really?” he questioned, the amusement apparent in his tone.

Elodie waved him off, feeling her own grin pull at her lips as Calum made a right turn, one hand on the wheel while the other rested on windowsill. She tried not to stare. “Yeah, yeah, I know it’s strange. Don’t judge.”

Calum snorted, throwing a glance her way. “You’re helping me with this suit shit. No judgement here, doll.”

If the shopping trip consisted of him dropping any more cute little terms on her, Elodie wasn’t entirely sure she’d be able to make it.

When they arrived at the mall, Elodie’s eyes took in the various store fronts as she asked Calum, “Is there a specific store you wanna check out?”

“Um, honestly,” Calum sounded, looking lost in thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and glancing down at her. “I think I’ve got the shoes and shirt part covered—I just need, like, a suit jacket and pants to go with ’em. ’M not picky; something nice and not flashy that I can wear again for some other occasion, I guess.”

Elodie hummed in acknowledgement, trying to think of the many stores she knew to be in this particular mall. “What about Calvin Klein? They’ve got some cool stuff.” She also kind of wanted to check out their new sweaters. And needed underwear—though Elodie doubted she was gonna buy some right now.

Calum puckered his lips and put up his hands with a shake of his head. “Hey, I’m followin’ your lead, El.”

She decided she liked the sound of him saying her nickname.

They entered the store, the music mixing in with the chatter of customers, and Elodie’s gaze instantly drew over to the suits, and before she could think twice, her hand grasped Calum’s and she was pulling him along. Elodie didn’t allow herself to think of her bold move, instead absently admired the warmth of his touch and the coolness of the few rings he wore as they weaved past people and tables and displays.

There was an entire section dedicated to dress shirts, suit jackets, and different styles of pants to go with them. Elodie glanced at Calum, watching him look up at the jackets hanging up higher than she could reach, and asked him, “What color were you thinking?”

Calum let out a scoff of a laugh, raising a single eyebrow at her. Elodie admired how much taller he was than her, almost an entire foot. “I only have two dress shirts, sweetheart. A black and a white one. Whatever will go with either.”

The suit options the store had were black, navy blue, and grey, and Elodie pulled her lower lip into her mouth as an image of Calum in a particularly colored ensemble flashed through her mind. Would it be self indulgent to pick out an outfit for him that she would like to see him in? “I think a black suit would be best,” Elodie told him, listening to the thoughts running around in her head. When Calum’s dark eyes met hers, she added quickly, “It goes with everything and I think it’d be pretty on brand for you.”

At that, Calum laughed with a raise of his eyebrows, the amusement glimmering in his eyes as Elodie mirrored his smile. The sight of the crinkles by his eyes had her heart jumping. “On brand?” he repeated with an all too knowing smirk.

Elodie’s cheeks flamed, breaking their gaze as she tucked some of her hair behind her ears. “You know what I mean,” she mumbled before clearing her throat. “Suit jackets shouldn’t be hard to pick—pants are the main thing.”

Calum sucked at his tongue, turning his head to look at where the various styles of pants were hanging in divided sections. Elodie followed him as his fingers danced across the tops of the hanging pants, gesturing to one of the sections and glancing at her questioningly, “What ’bout these?” She moved around him, looking at the labels on the pants before twisting her lips to the side. Her gaze lifted to look at him, her expression one of hesitance that had Calum’s shoulders dropping and asking defeatedly, “What?”

“These are classic fits,” she told him with a gentle laugh, hand finding his leather clad bicep almost automatically as she steered him over to the pants to their left. “You wanna go for slim fit. They’re more fitting and better for suits.” Calum rolled his eyes with a huff, though there was no real annoyance present as he gave a shake of his head with pursed lips. When his lips quirked ever so slightly, Elodie knew he wasn’t really bothered by her words. Though, she was bothered that she needed the reassurance, thanks to Nathan. She pushed thoughts of him out of her head as she asked Calum, “Do you know your pants measurements?”

Calum hummed, stepping forward as he looked at the numbers on the labels. “Yeah, I know my waist,” he told her as he sifted through them. “Length always comes up differently.”

Elodie waved him off. “Just grab whichever ones you think are closest. Try as many on, we can figure it out.”

She watched as Calum looked through the pants, and she took that moment to look at the suit jackets. Fortunately, the tags with the sizes were attached to the sleeve, dangling from the material, and so Elodie looked through them trying to figure out which size would best fit Calum. He had broad shoulders and muscular arms—she looked at the tags towards the end where the few larger sizes were.

“Alright, I guess I’ll try these on.” Elodie turned around to see Calum holding three pairs of pants, all carefully hanging from their hangers.

She hummed in approval before nodded towards the jackets. “Which do you think will fit you best?”

Calum blew a raspberry as his dark eyes flickered up to them, prompting Elodie to laugh gently as he pursed his lips thoughtfully. He looked at the tags before nodding. “I can try those two on—they’ll probably fit best.”

He looked at her then and Elodie recognized the expectant expression he wore, before she let out a laugh with a raise of her eyebrows. Her voice still soft, as always, she asked, “You think I can reach up there?”

Calum’s dark eyes flickered between her and the hanging suit jackets, before realization softened his features and Calum snorted. “Right,” he laughed before offering her the pants.

She took them from him and took a step to the side, eyes watching as Calum easily reached up and hooked two hangers between his fingers and pulled them off the rod. Elodie felt her throat tighten as she drank in the sight of the expanse of his neck, the chains peeking out from under his clothes, as well as the sharp line of his jaw. Not for the first time, Elodie found herself admiring just how gorgeous he was.

When he retrieved the jackets, the two of them walked through the store towards the fitting room hallway, where one of the associates unlocked a room for Calum. He hung the jackets on one of the hooks and Elodie stood in the doorway, holding out the pants for him. As he put them down on the little bench and stood straight, Calum raised an eyebrow at her. Elodie could tell he was fighting a smirk as he asked, “Want me to do a fashion show for you?”

Elodie smiled, crossing her arms over her chest as the associate opened another room for someone else. “It’s the only reason why I’m here.”

Calum scoffed and Elodie took a step back as he closed the door. She leaned against the opposite wall, gaze dropping to where she could see Calum’s feet under the door, watching as he took off his Doc Martens and pushed them to the side. Elodie busied herself on her phone then after pulling a thread out of her floral denim jacket, trying not to think too much of the man behind the door, until it swung open a few moments later.

When she looked up, she couldn’t stop the short giggle from escaping her, fingers coming up to worry her lips as she looked at Calum—and at his bemused expression. “I’m gonna go with a no on these ones,” he deadpanned, head dropping to look at the way the pants went to his feet. They were too long.

“No, no, I think those are perfect,” Elodie teased, feeling a bit lighter in his company. He still tickled her stomach, made her skin flush excitedly, but despite all of that, every moment which past that she spent in Calum’s company, she grew more and more comfortable. And it didn’t scare her or make her anxious—it made her excited and nervous, but in the good way. In a way she didn’t mind feeling again and again when it came to him.

“Fuckin’ hilarious,” Calum grumbled, looking down and kicking at his feet almost childishly, which only widened Elodie’s grin. She had to admit—even though the pants were a bit too long, the sight of Calum in dress pants with an emerald green shirt and leather jacket was pretty.

Elodie grinned, tilting her head charmingly. Where this rush of confidence was coming from, she wasn’t sure. But Elodie wasn’t going to lie—she’d never felt more like herself. “I know.”

Calum shot her a mocking, derisive close mouthed smile, complete with narrowed eyes and pushed up cheeks before he shut the door once more, the action followed by Elodie’s giggles. She waited for him for a while, watching as customers came and went in and out of the fitting room, and the longer she waited, the more furrowed her eyebrows got.

She took the few steps towards the door, arms crossed and head ducked to listen after she asked, “Calum? Everything okay?”

The response came in form of the door opening, and Elodie looked up to see Calum standing there in a new pair of pants and one of the suit jackets. Her brown eyed gaze took in the sight of him, in his socks and dress pants and green shirt and suit jacket, and felt her heart jump into her throat. It was unfair how he made the outfit work. Maybe he should just wear that to Dominique’s parents’ party.

Calum held his left hand out as a show of displaying himself, the other one holding the door because it would otherwise close on them. “So?” he asked, glancing down at himself. “These fit pretty well. What d’you think?”

Elodie used the excuse to take in the sight of him, approaching him slowly and without much thought. Calum was right—they did fit him pretty well. The black suit jacket hugged his arms and spread over his shoulders nicely, and the black pants hugged his thighs snugly and comfortably as well. He had tucked in his shirt into the pants and Elodie fought herself from biting the inside of her cheek because it looked good.

“Yeah, they do,” she said truthfully, her gaze lifting to meet his eyes as she found herself in the room. Calum’s gaze never left hers. As she gestured to him subtly, she asked quietly, “You mind if I—”

He didn’t let her finish, giving a shake of his head with his raised eyebrows. “Not at all.”

Elodie flashed him a quick, nervous smile, highly aware of his burning gaze on her as she stepped towards him. The scent of his cologne was ever present and subtle as her nimble fingers fastened one of the two buttons on the jacket, hands automatically going to smooth the material against him without much thought. Her gaze was on the jacket, feeling her throat working because of their proximity like it always seemed to do, and Elodie was aware of the music playing in the store gradually fading out as the drum of her heart grew more prominent with each passing second.

“There,” she said, voice coming out as a whisper as she briefly pressed her lips together. The button was glimmering under the lights of the fitting room. Elodie smiled, not yet meeting his gaze as she spoke softly, “You look good in a suit.”

The compliment slipped out without much thought, flamed her cheeks, but it was an honest one. Sure, he was still in socks and a T-shirt with no tie, but Calum still looked undeniably good. Honestly, if he showed up like this to the party, Elodie wouldn’t mind at all.

She felt him move a bit as he scoffed lightly, hearing the smirk in his voice as he replied, “Just wait until I’m in the entire monkey suit.”

Elodie picked an invisible piece of lint off the jacket. She had a feeling if she looked Calum in the eyes, she wouldn’t be able to keep herself standing. But that didn’t stop the words from tumbling out of her lips, as if she suddenly had no filter. “You’ll blow everyone away.”

She heard and felt the slow breath Calum released, the sound soft and quiet, just like his raspy voice as he said, “There’s only one person ’m tryin’ to impress.”

His words effortlessly lifted Elodie’s gaze, her brown eyes widened a bit because of the unexpected statement, while Calum looked completely at ease with his warm eyes watching. But Elodie picked up on the slight hesitance within his irises, like he wasn’t sure if his confession was welcome, and all Elodie could bring herself to do was stare at him. Because what if she was misinterpreting what he was saying? What if she was reading into something that wasn’t meant for her?

God, she needed to stop doubting herself.

They were silent, only the music from the store and vague sound of people chatting infiltrating their space, except Elodie couldn’t bring herself to care about anything other than the man she was standing in front of. Calum was looking down at her, taking in her doe eyes and stilled breath, and Elodie’s skin was flushed pink as she ended up stammering out, “Really?”

He smiled, soft and sweet and completely stealing Elodie’s breath as he sucked in his lower lip briefly before confirming, “Yeah.” Calum tilted his head ever so slightly, gaze running over her in admiration, in a way no one has really looked at her before. A slow breath escaped him, almost as if he was holding something back, confirming so when his voice dropped an octave as he said, “And ’m tryin’ real hard to be a gentleman and not kiss you.”

“Don’t.” The word escaped Elodie before she could help it, a rushed and desperate whisper as she looked at him. When she saw something flash in Calum’s eyes, Elodie swallowed the excited lump in her throat, the fire bubbling in her veins, silencing the demonizing thoughts in the back of her head that sounded a bit too much like her ex as she expressed, “Don’t be a gentleman.”

Calum’s jaw tightened ever so slightly at Elodie’s words, watching her, studying her, as Elodie found the confidence to keep her gaze level with him. Her heart was pounding in her ears, drowning out the sounds of anything else, as she waited. There was no room for doubt, not when Calum had said what he said, but Elodie felt her nerves jittering with excitement, with impatience, wondering if he was going to listen to her. Wondering how the hell they got to this point, but not at all questioning it because she wanted this. And she deserved giving herself what she wanted every now and then, didn’t she?

There was a change in Calum’s expression when he realized Elodie meant what she said, blinking once to allow for the softness of his features to set as his lips parted ever so slightly. They stared at each other for what seemed like a stretch of minutes, brown against brown, and there was a subtle movement on Calum’s part as he allowed for his arm to drop, the action followed almost immediately by the sound of the fitting room door shutting behind Elodie. Now it was just the two of them in the small space of the fitting room, secluded from the rest of the store, and the fluttering in the pit of Elodie’s stomach intensified as Calum took the smallest of steps towards her, which was all that was needed.

This was happening. This was really happening. Elodie found herself tilting her chin up slightly, wanting to do something to get to the point where she wanted to be, breath hitching in her throat when Calum’s hands lifted to cup her cheeks. His touch was warm, rings cool, fingers tangling a bit into her hair, and Elodie had never felt such a fire simmering in her veins than she did in the moment of when Calum tilted her head up a bit and his thumbs gently grazed her skin.

His touch was so soft, holding her carefully, and Elodie watched as Calum’s gaze dropped to her lips softened with pink lipstick. Her heart thundering, Elodie watched Calum’s throat work briefly before he was leaning down and Elodie’s eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed against hers in the softest kiss Elodie had ever experienced. His lips were plush against hers and it was enough for a jolt of electricity to shock through Elodie’s body, feeling her entire body yearning to melt into Calum’s immediately.

But the two of them pulled away too soon, except that it wasn’t the end of the kiss. Calum’s hands remained cupping Elodie’s face, noses tucked together and their breaths sounding over the music and their pounding hearts as if they’d just ran a marathon. Their eyes opened together, though both of their gazes dropped to the lips they’d just touched before looking at one another at the last second.

Elodie met his gaze through her eyelashes, his dark eyes sending a thrill down her spine, noting the question swimming in them. Noting that he so badly wanted to do it again, but was looking for her approval. God. That was hot.

She tilted her lips forward, giving him her answer.

Calum’s lips met hers once more, though this time more firmly, more boldly as he sucked at her lower lip, and Elodie was opening her mouth to him almost immediately. He tasted like mint gum as she felt his tongue tease hers, and the sensation of his scruff tickling against her skin only had Elodie melting into Calum, wanting to completely submit herself to him as her arms slid around him, feeding the desire of wanting him close.

His warmth seeped into her wonderfully as he kissed her, the electricity sparking her blood like fuel to a fire as Calum moved them so Elodie’s back was pressed against the wall and her front against Calum’s as his lips continued to work against hers. She felt his hands lower from her cheeks, palms brushing the sides of her neck as his thumbs grazed the line of her jaw on either side. He kissed her feverishly and Elodie was consumed by him; by his touch and lips and his cologne enveloping her as warmly as he did. Kissing him was everything she thought it’d be and more; he kissed her like he meant it, like he enjoyed it, like this was all he wanted to do. She hoped he knew it was mutual.

The sound of a phone ringing in proximity had their kiss breaking far earlier than either one of them would’ve liked, breaths heavy as Elodie leaned her head back and watched as Calum’s head dropped as a frustrated huff escaped him. It was his phone.

Elodie wondered if her face looked as red as it felt warm, felt her lips tingling as Calum dropped one hand from her to reach for his phone sitting on top of his clothes on the little bench, his other hand still on the side of her neck. She wondered if he could feel her racing pulse beneath his fingers.

Calum’s dark eyes met Elodie’s, the breath she’d barely gotten ahold of hitching in her throat when she noted his lips pinkened with their kisses and her lipstick. Her stomach was in excited knots. “Yeah, Luke?” he answered the call, his voice gruff and raspy and sexy. She kept her eyes on him, felt the smile tug on the corner of her lips when Calum’s thumb brushed along her jaw once more. His touch was a never ending thrill of shocks running through her body. Calum gave a roll of his eyes at whatever Luke was saying on the other end, mocking him to get a gentle giggle out of Elodie. “Yeah, I’ll be back in about twenty.”

When he hung up with an almost defeated sigh, dropping his phone back on the pile of his pants and leather jacket, Elodie allowed for her smile to widen just a bit. “Back to the shop?” she asked knowingly.

“Yeah,” Calum sighed, the corner of his lips tilting ever so slightly in a smirk when his thumb not so innocently grazed along her lower lip and Elodie’s throat worked at the action. It sent a shiver down her spine, unsurprisingly. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “Wanna come by? If you don’t already have plans.”

His thumb gently pulled at her lower lip and Elodie was going to need him to stop doing that unless he wanted her to collapse on unsupportive knees. The way he was watching her wasn’t helping, either. “I’ve got no plans.”

Calum grinned, pretty and breathless, and for the next few minutes he changed back into his clothes while Elodie wandered into the main area of the store, heart rate slowly returning to normal and the flush in her cheeks dissipating as she walked over to the women’s section and picked up two pairs of different colored sweatpants in her size. She shopped at Calvin Klein enough to know what size fit her best.

When Calum wandered out of the fitting room, holding only the pants and jacket he wanted, the two of them stood in the short line in a mutual and comfortable silence until it was their turn. And once Elodie placed her sweatpants down on the counter after returning the cashier’s greeting, she promptly picked up Calum’s clothes from his arms and placed them down as well. “Hey—what’re you doing?” he asked in bewilderment, stepping up to push his things away from hers.

Elodie swatted his hands away, noting the amused smile on the cashier’s face as Elodie told him, “I’ve got this.” Looking at the cashier, she told her, “These are all together.”

“Elodie,” Calum spoke up, the protest obvious in his tone as she looked up at him. She saw the frown knitting together his eyebrows as the cashier rung up the sweatpants and then his items, which were obviously more expensive. Calum gave a shake of his head as the total came up to nearly three hundred dollars with the four items together.

Before he could add on, Elodie cut him off with a pointed raise of her eyebrows, pulling out the credit card from her wallet while her free hand grasped Calum’s wrist, feeling the metal of his bracelet under her touch. His eyes met hers and she smiled, sweet and genuine. “Let me do something nice for you.”

The words were obviously familiar as they clicked in Calum’s head as the ones he’d said to her after he pierced her nose, and Calum let out a scoff of a laugh as he shook his head down at her. Elodie noted the amusement mixed with exasperation in his expression as he braced his hand on the counter to face her. “The piercing was, like, a sixth of what you’re tryin’ to pay.”

Elodie shrugged, putting the chip end of her credit card into the reader and ignoring the breathless protesting sounds of “El, come on—” that escaped Calum.

It was paid for and Elodie was handed a bag with her sweatpants while Calum’s suit jacket and pants were hung up and put in a proper garment bag before handing it over to a reluctant Calum. “Thank you,” Elodie smiled at the cashier before the two of them walked out of the store and into the mall, glancing up to look at Calum. A startled laugh escaped her, surprising them both, as she took in the sight of him, amusement coloring her tone as she asked, “Are you pouting?”

Calum instantly flattened his lips, chin lifting as they kept walking towards the mall entrance they’d come from. “No,” he denied almost childishly, which only prompted another laugh from Elodie. He was totally pouting and Elodie found it exhaustingly adorable.

But then as they got into his car, a thought crept into Elodie’s head, as loud as the sound of the car door shutting and echoing in the parking garage. Elodie felt her chest tighten as she settled into the car and strapped in her seatbelt, eyebrows furrowing as she looked towards her knees because the thought in her head, belonging to a voice not her own, wondered fiercely and loudly if she somehow. . . Insulted Calum.

Nathan—he hated whenever Elodie offered to pay for something when they were out. And she knew it was because of that superiority complex and that control he liked to have over Elodie, and her paying for something for both of them definitely stung his manhood. Even if that wasn’t Elodie’s intention—God, she’d only wanted to do something nice. Her stomach twisted, briefly wondering if her paying for the clothes rubbed Calum the wrong way, even if she tried to silence that twisted voice in her head with the reminder that Calum wasn’t Nathan.

Her throat was tight, but the words slipped past her lips anyway. “I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

Calum had started the car, the engine of the Range Rover humming quietly, and instead of pulling out of the parking spot he paused. Elodie could feel her gaze on him, feeling the heat of it on her cheek as he asked, “What?”

The sound of her nails clicking filled the car, and Elodie wished she could stop the action right away, but she bit the inside of her lower lip as she watched her deep red nails click together and spoke, “If I crossed a line. . . I’m sorry.”

“What’re you—El, hey.” Calum shifted in his seat, body facing Elodie’s as his hand covered both of hers, effectively stopping her clicking nails. She sucked in her lower lip, gaze on his hand on hers, before finally looking at him despite being hesitant to do so. His dark eyes were on her, eyebrows knitting together not in annoyance, but in reassurance, features soft. She wondered what he saw when he looked at her, but there was a flash of realization across his face as he leaned towards her, raising his eyebrows. “That voice in the back of your head that sounds like Nathan? Tell it to shut up.”

Her eyes widened, gaping at him in dumbfoundment because apparently Calum could read her frighteningly well. Elodie’s lips parted, ready to say something her brain hadn’t come up with yet, before pressing them together once more and swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat. The fact that Calum just knew the insecurities taunting Elodie in her head sounded like her ex had her heart jumping, but she also felt a familiar warmth flurry in her stomach. The look in his eyes, inviting and understanding, easily erased the doubt that had sprouted in Elodie’s head, loudly telling her that he wasn’t at all feeling the way she had feared.

Elodie pulled her lips into her mouth before exhaling softly, gaze dropping in sheepishness as she mumbled, “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, doll.” Elodie pressed her lips together, quirking them up in an apologetic smile which had Calum letting out a small huff of laughter. His eyes watched her, took her in, before speaking up, “Wanna know something?” Her eyebrows quirked ever so slightly, silently prompting him to continue. Calum leaned in even loser, the gap between them minimal as Elodie kept her eyes on his, and Calum tilted his head ever so slightly, causing his nose to brush against hers. “You don’t ever have to doubt yourself with me, alright?”

Her heart was practically floating in her chest at Calum’s words, the heat rushing up her neck and spreading across her cheeks. He somehow knew the right things to say, and he meant them when he said them, which only had Elodie falling for him more quickly. And she didn’t mind, because he was not Nathan. Calum was better.

“Alright,” she repeated in a murmur, smiling adorably, before feeling that gentle confidence came back and she asked, “Can you kiss me again?”

Calum grinned, not even being able to hold the smirk as her request excited him unexpectedly, and merely hummed in affirmative before closing the distance between them and pressing his lips to hers. The electricity crackled between them in the closed space of the car as Calum’s free hand cupped her cheek. She liked that he did that when he kissed her. She liked his kisses. God, she liked him.

And the way he kissed her, unabated and like he never wanted to do anything else, let her know it was completely mutual.

*****

When Calum slid into limousine—an actual stretch limo that pulled up in front of his apartment building—the first and only thing he noticed was Elodie amongst his friends. Her coat covered the top of her dress, but Calum noted, in the blue light of the limo, that it was a deep emerald color, the expanse of her right leg shown through a slit, and he felt his throat tighten as he settled against the leather seat.

So Calum nudged Michael, who was sat between Calum and Crystal. But both Michael and his girl were separating Calum from Elodie, so he looked at his friend and said, “Switch.”

Elodie couldn’t fight the smile as Michael blinked at Calum before realization dawned on him, snickering as he got up, figure bent because they were in the back of a limo. He settled in Calum’s space once he had gotten up as well, and Crystal scooted away from Elodie and towards Michael as Calum finally settled into Crystal’s place. He ignored the immature and teasing whistles and whoots from their friends as his left arm dropped around Elodie’s shoulders, pulling her into his side and murmuring into her ear, “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi,” she returned, just as gently, quelling the fire in her cheeks as she saw the smirk Dominique sent her way. Elodie allowed her hand to brush along his thigh, taking a soft breath as she glanced up at him, “The suit looks good on you.”

He smirked, looking down at himself briefly. He’d gone for the all black look, borrowing a tie from Ashton and bringing out one of the two pairs of dress shoes he had. The last time he’d worn them were to his sister’s college graduation, Calum was glad they still fit and looked new. “I had a lot of help,” he told her as the sounds of their friends chattering mixed with the music playing. Apparently Luke had the aux cord that the driver offered them. Calum’s own gaze dropped to Elodie’s dress, fighting the urge to run a hand along the exposed skin of her leg, instead using his free hand to run a finger along the dress. He smiled at the soft and smooth material. “Velvet, huh?”

She smiled, innocent but not at all, and Calum couldn’t help but think she would be the death of him.

They arrived to the hotel where Dominique’s parents were hosting their event, a party thrown just to prepare for the holiday season coming up even though November just started, and Calum eyed the paparazzi gathered outside, taking pictures of the guests arriving and heading inside. An attendant opened the door and Michael stepped out, and Calum knew he had to keep it moving as he followed Crystal. The paparazzi wasn’t too loud, though their cameras continued flashing as Calum fastened a single button on his jacket and held his hand out to Elodie, who stepped out of the car with her bare leg flashing gorgeously before she ducked out of the car, a smile lighting up her face as she looked up at Calum.

“A lot of photographers,” he observed, not distastefully, as her arm linked with his so naturally, so unafraid of the pictures being taken. Not that Calum was afraid of them—he just couldn’t help but wonder how Elodie and Dominique could be used to this. He would get dizzy after just seconds against the flashes.

Elodie rubbed at his arm as they walked, her voice gentle as she said, “We’ll be inside in a second.”

As they walked up the steps and entered the hotel, doors opened by the doormen, Luke let out a small huff of laughter and murmured to Calum, “Nothing like being in the city’s elite entourage, huh?”

Calum chuckled at that as he gave an agreeing shake of his head. If he was being honest, he sometimes forgot both Elodie’s and Dominique’s families belonged to the richer side of the city, mostly because neither of them truly acted like it. They sometimes dressed the part, but other than that, it was a fact of their lives that Calum often forgot. Except when Elodie bought him the suit he was now wearing and he accidentally made her feel guilty about it. For that moment, he kind of hated himself for making her feel that way.

Before they entered the hall where the event was taking place, they went to the coat check so the girls could take off their jackets, and Calum felt his breath hitch in his throat as Elodie shrugged hers off. Her dress was spaghetti strapped with a deep yet elegant cut, and the velvet dress hugged her beautifully. How he was supposed to keep his hands off of her throughout this party, Calum had no idea.

As she tucked in her little ticket into her purse, Calum stepped up to her, his front against her back, ducking his head to brush his lips against her ear as he whispered, “You’re killing me, doll.”

Elodie let out a breathless, almost sheepish laugh as she looked up at him with glimmering eyes, and Calum had a feeling she knew exactly what she was doing. He fucking adored how some of her innocence seemed to slip away when it came to him. Calum watched as her brown eyes took him in, from his shoes right up to his eyes, and he felt his chest tighten to see her so openly admiring him. “Now you know how I feel,” she hummed before Dominique ushered for them keep moving.

Calum let out a laugh as he followed her, eyes taking her in appreciatively, admiring every single aspect of her. She was gorgeous and Calum had no idea what to do with himself.

But about an hour and a half later, after Calum and everyone else were introduced to Dominique’s parents—apparently Elodie’s were out of town, though she had made sure to let Dominique’s parents know they send their love, to which Dominique’s mom laughed and said she knew given that she was on the phone with Elodie’s mom just hours before—Calum could feel a heated gaze on him, one he hadn’t been able to shake off as he took in his surroundings.

The hall was decorated in white and reds and greens, a band playing Christmas songs on stage and several beautifully decorated Christmas trees were placed around the room. One of those walk-in cloud-like photo booths was in one corner, and in another was an area to take pictures with Santa, probably for the kids Calum saw running around. He bet Dominique’s parents would regret bringing along Santa when someone who’d sipped too much eggnog happened to fall into his lap.

Calum sipped on his whiskey, grabbing it from the bar as opposed to the champagne being carried around by the waitstaff, dark eyes looking over the rim of the glass and catching sight of the guy towards the other side of the banquet hall. So far, Calum had been perfectly fine at this event, sipping his drink and mostly sticking with the boys and Sierra and Crystal. They didn’t feel out of place, enjoying each other’s company and the drinks, while Dominique and Elodie did their rounds to greet people they knew—alongside Ashton, who was dragged by Dominique. Calum had smirked into the glass at Ashton’s mildly bewildered gaze. He’d been boyfriended.

About damn time.

“Is that Elodie’s ex that keeps staring at you like he wants to spit in your drink?” Calum looked at Crystal, who was raising her eyebrows and looking past Calum’s shoulders.

Calum lowered his glass and the group of them looking over, and he felt his teeth automatically grind together at the sight of Nathan. He stood by a table with a bunch of people, nursing his own drink, and staring at Calum with a look dangerous enough to kill—it barely tickled Calum. So he just stood, taking another long sip of his burning whiskey as his eyes locked with Nathan’s. His glare intensified, and all Calum did was eye him coolly despite his own irritation brimming.

“Yeah,” Calum turned to look back at his friends, their gaze shifting back to him as he smirked. With a single shrug, Calum mused, “It’s cute that he thinks he’s being intimidating.”

Michael snorted, one arm around Crystal as he told Calum boredly, “You should’ve broken his arm when you had the chance.”

Crystal swatted at him, though no real malice or disapproval was present, as the rest of them laughed and Calum sucked at his teeth. “Not in front of Elodie,” was all he said, and it was reason enough. Sure, after what he saw Nathan do and say, Calum had no problem setting him straight. But doing so in front of Elodie wasn’t at all on his agenda. Calum wasn’t a violent person, but Nathan was lucky as hell Calum didn’t make good on his promise of breaking his arm.

“I heard my name.” The smile tugged at Calum’s lips as Elodie stepped up to his left, Dominique and Ashton also stepping into their little circle as he looked down to see Elodie.

She smelt like expensive perfume, fruity and pleasant, and Calum reveled in the feeling of her fingers intertwining with his, their joined hands hanging between their bodies as she smiled up at him. “Just wonderin’ where you ran off to,” he told her, not wanting to unnecessarily bring up Nathan.

Elodie let out a breath as their friends dissolved into conversations of their own. Her gaze dropped briefly, the pretty fake eyelashes she wore only accentuating her eyes as she looked up at him again. “I’m sorry about that—as the only one from my family I have to, like, make my rounds and greet everyone. So boring.”

“Don’t apologize,” Calum told her, a smile tugging at his lips as he said, “You were like a social butterfly. ’T was cute.”

“It’s boring,” Elodie repeated with an airy laugh, leaning her temple against Calum’s arm as the rings they both wore gently scraped together in their joined hands. The smile remained on Calum’s face as he looked down at her as she listened to whatever their friends were talking about. It comforted him to know how comfortable she was becoming in his presence.

It had been a few days since they kissed in that dressing room, and between now and then, the two of them hung out a couple of times. Whether it be Elodie dropping by the shop after classes or Calum visiting her apartment, they enjoyed each other’s company. He watched as she became more and more at ease with him, and Calum never wanted her to feel anything but that. If Nathan treated her worse than what Calum had witnessed, Calum wanted her to know what it was like to be looked at, to be spoken to, and to be treated by someone who truly appreciated her, liked her, wanted her. Who would never even think of speaking to her the way Nathan did.

So Calum kept her attention whenever he could as the group of them sat down at a table with their drinks, all of them chattering and taking pictures and enjoying the party Dominique’s parents were hosting. They even walked by the table at one point to talk with Calum and all the friends their daughter brought by they weren’t familiar with, and Calum liked them. They seemed like nice people—not that he assumed otherwise. Rich people only caring for their fellow elites and looking down at others wasn’t a kind of group Dominique and Elodie belonged in, in Calum’s opinion.

Eventually, they found themselves in the photo booth, taking turns in taking couples pictures and groups pictures, sifting through the table of props. When Sierra and Luke were about to finish their pictures, Calum and Elodie looked through the props to see what to pick up. “Oh, here,” Calum smirked, picking up the arrow sign that said naughty and handing it to Elodie while picking up the nice one for himself.

Elodie laughed, holding it by the stick before picking up the Santa hat and handing it him. “Wear this,” she said while picking up the reindeer headband and putting it on, and Calum snickered while doing as he was told. Her adorable grin was worth it.

They stepped into the booth and as the timer went down after Elodie clicked on it, Calum pulled her to his side and the two of them held up their signs, making sure their own pointed at one another’s, an angelic grin on Elodie’s face while Calum wore a smirk, chin tilting as he looked into the camera. Briefly, he admired how she only just reached his shoulder even in her heels.

Calum couldn’t remember the last time he took photo booth pictures—maybe it was when he’d gone to Six Flags with the boys and they all crammed themselves in a much smaller space—but he found himself enjoying doing this with Elodie, especially because she was so into it. They changed poses for the second picture, dropping the signs on the floor as Calum pulled her in front of him, her back against his chest, his arms wrapping around her waist as he rested his chin on top of her head, his face in the space between her reindeer antlers that only made her laugh in the picture while he grinned.

The last picture consisted of Calum pulling out a prop he had swiped from the table at the last minute, Elodie’s eyes catching sight of the fake mistletoe hanging loosely from the top of a stick. “Smooth,” she commented, her grin wide as Calum held it above their heads.

The mischievous look glimmered Calum’s eyes, wiggling his eyebrows down at her and adoring the pink flush in her cheeks, and Elodie gave an amused shake of her head before her hand rested on the back of his neck to pull him down for a kiss. Calum returned the kiss just as fervently, unable to fight the smile that slipped to his lips as his free hand wrapped around her waist and held her close. She tasted like the champaign, and he knew he tasted like whiskey, but neither cared as their lips moved together and eventually the familiar sound of the camera shutter went off.

“Come on,” Elodie giggled against his lips, her hands gripping the lapels of his jacket and trying to pull away. She wasn’t very convincing of it. “Let’s see our pictures.”

Calum groaned lightly, not even bothering to hide the pout on his lips as Elodie pulled away from him, head tilting back as her hand grasped his free one and he turned to follow her out after they picked up the dropped signs. Once they stepped out, taking off their head gear, Elodie took the two strips of pictures from the photo booth runner’s hand and just as she was about to hand one to Calum, it was snatched out of her hand.

Calum’s jaw tightened when he looked from the offending hand to take in the sight of Nathan in his clean cut dark grey suit. Elodie tensed next to him as Calum muttered, “For fuck’s sake.”

“Aren’t you two a happy couple?” Nathan derisively mocked, raising his eyebrows at the photo strip before scoffing and lifting his gaze. He ignored Calum and the severity of his scowl, looking straight at Elodie as he jeered, “You left me for this bullshit?”

Calum felt Elodie’s hand grip his arm, and he was proud of the steadiness in her voice as she responded, “I didn’t leave you for anything. I left you because of you.”

Damn fucking straight.

Nathan’s eyes narrowed at her, jaw set as he thwacked the strip against his finger. Calum’s gaze was sharp; if he wrinkled the picture, Calum may just break his finger. Or his entire arm.

Tilting his chin, Nathan scoffed. “When’d you get a mouth on you?” The contempt was flaring in his green eyes, and Calum felt his muscles tighten at the look he was giving Elodie. The party continued on in the hall, but Calum was aware of their friends stepping over, ready to jump in if they needed. Calum hoped they didn’t have to, for Elodie’s sake. Nathan’s tone was patronizing as he continued, “I liked it better when you kept it shut.”

Calum’s teeth gritted, a rush of fiery heat sizzling through his veins because he was two seconds away from shoving the Santa hat in his hands down Nathan’s throat for the way he was speaking to Elodie. She broke up with his pathetic ass, she shouldn’t have to deal with this any longer than she already did. It was increasingly becoming difficult to not make good on his promise of some broken bones.

He chanced a glance at Elodie, noting her pursed lips and tight expression, feeling only some relief when he didn’t see her brown eyes glass over. The fact that Nathan didn’t seem to have the power of making her cry anymore was a step forward, and Calum would be damned if he let Nathan try to push forward.

But before he could say anything, Dominique strode over, tall and purposeful as she snatched the photo strip from Nathan’s hand and snapped, “And I liked it better when you weren’t a part of our lives.” She came to stand on the other side of Calum, her own scowl fierce. “Walk away before I beat Calum in breaking your nose.”

Calum noted the way Ashton’s eyebrows shot up at Dominique’s firm words, looking nothing but in awe of her, and Calum would be too if he wasn’t so focused on keeping his sharpened gaze fixated on Nathan. But the man no one wanted around scoffed, looking at Elodie once more as he asked, “You have other people fight your battles now?”

Calum felt Elodie’s grip on his arm tighten, but then he also felt her free hand grasp his own, giving it a squeeze. He returned the gesture earnestly, jaw set and eyes narrowed at Nathan, and he felt Elodie take a breath as the band on stage began playing Drummer Boy. Elodie’s voice was calm, steady, and the gentleness in which she spoke had only the slightest bit of an edge to it, but her words were sharp as she responded, “There’s nothing left to fight, Nathan. I think it’s time you understand that.”

“And I think it’s time you walk the fuck away,” Dominique started. Calum had a feeling she had been waiting for this since her and Nathan’s animosity started. Her tone was icy, not to be messed with, as she continued, “Leave before I have security kick you out. I don’t give a shit if our parents are friends—it’d be worth it to see you land on your ass outside in front of all the paps.”

Nathan’s gaze went from Dominique to Calum, who was fighting the sneer that threatened to escape as his scowl remained tight on his features. He saw the hatred in Nathan’s eyes towards him, fierce under the fire that was simmering, but Calum didn’t waver in the slightest. All he felt towards Nathan was a mutual hatred for how he treated Elodie; for the time Calum knew her and however long their relationship lasted.

And then Nathan looked at Elodie and Calum didn’t know why it surprised him when he noticed the way Nathan’s gaze didn’t at all soften when he looked at his ex-girlfriend—as if she was the one in the wrong and he was the victim in this situation. There was no love lost between them, it seemed, and while Calum knew that to be true on Elodie’s end, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting from Nathan. The guy was a control freak with an anger issue—no doubt he was more pissed about losing someone to have a grip on than a girlfriend who cared about him until she couldn’t anymore.

Nathan gave a click of his tongue. “Not worth it,” he scoffed before turning and walking away, not looking back as the distance grew between him and everyone else.

Before anyone could say anything, Dominique held the picture strip out to Calum and said, “Here—it’s probably got Nathan germs on it, though.”

Calum took it from her just as Elodie let out a gentle laugh at her best friend’s words, and the sound was enough to loosen Calum’s muscles, especially his jaw. His teeth had began to ache from how hard he was clenching it. “I’m probably the one with the most Nathan germs, to be fair,” Elodie commented, making Dominique dramatically shudder as Ashton stepped up to her.

As Elodie’s words registered in Calum’s head, his face scrunched up, giving a shake of his head as he sounded through a quiet groan, “Oh, jeez, gross, El.”

She giggled softly, her body relaxing now that she was no longer in the presence of her ex, squeezing Calum’s hand once more. “Sorry, sorry,” Elodie hummed, letting go of his arm to look at the strip in her hand. “These are cute,” she added in a soft murmur.

Calum finally looked at the pictures in his own hand, taking in the three images as a gentle smile curved at his lips. He felt Elodie’s warmth seep into him, but the heat that ran through him because of Nathan dissipated and transformed into a welcome heat spreading through his chest, comforting. The pictures were cute, but Calum gave that credit to Elodie, who was grinning without care in them. Happiness looked good on her.

“They are,” Calum agreed. It wasn’t lost on him how happy he looked in the pictures, too. He liked it. This was definitely going up on his fridge or something.

“Thanks for sticking by my side,” Elodie then said, her voice soft once more as she tilted her head up to look at him, and Calum noted the appreciation dancing in them.

He realized in that moment that he hadn’t even said anything to Nathan when he interrupted them, instead just hoped his eyes would show the murderous intent. His lips curled upwards once more at the sight of her bright eyes and pink cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me, doll,” he told her, before his smile became an impressed smirk. “’M proud of you for putting him in his place. You’re pretty badass, Elodie Banks.”

His compliment had her grin widening happily, the flush in her cheeks darkening adorably as she rolled her eyes to the ceiling and shrugged in mock modesty. “I have my moments,” she giggled before reaching up, because even in her heels she wasn’t nearly as tall as Calum, but he got the message and ducked his head to meet her lips with his halfway.

Whatever the two of them were, it was new and fresh. But even though it was unexpected, both in the fact that she was kind of with Calum and the fact that he wanted to be with her, Elodie knew at least one thing to be true: being with him made her feel more like herself than she had in a long time.

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yours pt. 2

PART ONE HERE

pairings: george mackay x ofc.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: smut +18, oral (f and m receiving) and basically narrated porn.

a/n: pure sin, it’s just the quarantine affecting my hormones and this also kind of has a breeding kink?? maybe idk well enjoy and let me know what u think, ily and stay safe oh and i didn’t proof read

When her head started spinning and everything suddenly became funny (even competing with George to see who could turn each other on the fastest) Danna thought maybe she shouldn't have drunk all those vodka shots plus the cocktail.

She felt Lacey's hands tug on her arm, trying to get her attention as Danna's eyes were only focused on the tall blonde guy who she called boyfriend.

"Dance with me, c'mon." The girl slurred as she turned her around so Danna's back was against Lacey's front.

When she was fully against her friend, Danna looked around for George but he was nowhere to be seen on the dancefloor now and she felt kinda disappointed, the game they both were playing was starting to become really fun.

"The boys are back on the couches, by the way." Lacey said against her ear as they grinded on each other.

Danna directed her eyes towards the place and there he was looking like a god making her legs forget how to function for a split second, drink in hand with his legs spread, his whole demeanor seeming like an invitation to sit on his lap.

George caught her staring and smirked, he wasn't so far away, so she could see half of his face, the way he was biting his lip so immersed on her dancing seductively with the other girl.

"I'm gonna get another drink." Danna said leaving almost immediately, not even caring if Lacey said something back.

When she got to the bar, George was already walking over to her, eyes fixed on her body looking up and down like he was ready to devour her body, she felt weakness overcoming her whole body. She wanted him. Badly.

He stood besides her while she ordered, simply staring at her. Danna wanted to punch him for not trying anything the only thing he was managing to do was making her sexual frustration grow.

"Are you going to stare all night?" She turned to him while the bartender handed her the vodka shot and she drank it immediately.

George chuckled, getting closer and resting his right arm on the bar table as he lowered a little so he could be face to face with her.

"No. I intend to fuck you so good you can't even walk tomorrow." Danna smirked, leaning in to trap his lip between her teeth, earning a a subtle groan from George.

"Then take me home."

"What about staying till the end?" He asked, lowering his hand, resting it on her waist.

"It's 3am, George. And I don't know if you haven't realized yet but Clara and Kit are nowhere to be seen."

And that was it for him, grabbing her hand he leaded her outside just waving everyone goodbye before rushing out of the place.

He stopped a cab. The ride was short, their loft no more than 12 blocks away, but the tension made it seem like the longest one ever. George placed his hand on her tight the whole ride, tightening the grip now and then making Danna wish he would come closer where she needed him the most.

When they finally got to the building Danna sighed, 4th floor, fuck. When did she thought it was a good idea.

"Elevator's here." George said letting her get in first.

Once the doors were closed he turned around, a devilish smirk plastered on his face as he approached her placing one of his hands on her waist and traveling the other one from the curve of her tits to her throat, tightening the grip.

"Are you going to take me like a good girl tonight?" He asked gracing his lips against hers. She closed her eyes waiting for him to kiss her. But the sudden lost of contact made her look at him instantly.

"I asked you something, Danna." His right hand going from her waist to grip her core, making her let out a throaty moan.

"Y-yes. I will."

George hangs left her body, the feeling of his touch still lingering. The doors opened and George wasted no time on taking her hand again, opening the door from the loft and getting both of them inside.

Leading her to the leaving room, he sat on the couch in front of the huge window. Danna stood in between his legs not knowing what to do, the arousal being too much for her to handle.

“What do you want?”

Her knees almost gave out trying to come out with an answer for him but his hand are already holding up the hem of her skirt, running a finger over the wet spot on her underwear.

"Do you want me to take care of you, princess?" His fingers tossing the fabric to the side so he could touch her throbbing core. "Do you want me to show you how you're the only one for me?"

He reached for her hand placing it on top of his growing bulge, Danna groaned feeling how hard he was already. And just for her.

"Strip." George commanded.

Danna's hands traveled to her white top, taking it off slowly, his eyes focused on her chest, he bit his lip when her tits were full on display for him to see.

She got rid of her skirt and panties almost too desperately, taking a few more seconds because of George intense glare making it impossible for her to unzip the damn thing.

When she got down to take of ther heels that's when George first spoke after a while.

"Leave those on."

He gets up, grabbing her by the waist and switching places. Now she was sitting on the couch as George kneeled in front of her, placing his hands on her legs exposing her completely to him.

"I’ve been dreaming of this sweet pussy the entire day."

He waisted no time and swiped his tongue on her folds, making her moan out loud, her entrance quickly getting wetter.

George kissed her clit and drew circles on it with his tongue sucking it lightly, the whole thing driving Danna insane, the guttural sounds coming from George's throat were enouh to make her come undone.

"Oh fuck, George, don't stop!" She said grabbing the sides of the couch as her eyes roll back, the pleasure becoming too much.

“So fucking delicious.” He murmured against her core, slurping and pressing his lips against her swollen clit.

Danna's whole body trembled uncontrollably when he inserted a finger, thrusting it along with his tongue.

George lifted his head, looking at her directly into her eyes, the lower half of his face glistening, finger still pumping inside making her moan while they stared at each other's eyes.

"Cum." Was all he said before diving back down to suck harshly on her clit while adding another finger, scissoring his digits inside of her. Danna's whole body shaking as she came undone.

"G-George, FUCK." He smiled proudly as he watched her.

He stands up taking of his shirt as Danna looks up to him, feeling drained but still needing the feeling of him filling her completely. He takes off his hand along with his boxers, his cock hard with pre-cum on its tip, making Danna sat up immediately, wanting to taste it.

George places a hand on the back of her neck, grabbing a handful of her hair throwing her head back.

"You want this?" He asks her, his lips almost touching hers. She felt desperate wanting him to kiss her and George smiled cockily looking at her.

He pressed his lips to her harshly, Danna moaned against his lips, George tugged her hair as the kiss became more and more needy, tongues touching, lip biting, she felt so immersed in the kiss that when he let go of her, she huffed.

"Suck it."

George moaned deliciously when she reachs out to take him in her hand. Leaning in, Danna gave the head a lick, tasting the precum.

His hand gripped her hair tighter, letting out a loud groan as she wrapped her lips around the tip sucking harshly. George eyes rolled back at the feeling.

Danna gripped his hips as pushing and swallowing as much as she could, jerking off what she couldn't fit in her mouth. George looked down at her, their eyes connecting as she sucked harshly.

For her, it was the best feeling knowing she was able to put George in such a vulnerable state.

She groaned feeling him hit the back of her throat, the vibrations almost sending him over the edge.

"Oh fuck, Danna." George grabbed her hair harder guiding her movements, making her gag once or twice, her eyes starting to water.

"You loves this cock so much, don't you." He lets go of her, Danna's hands trying to reach him back not caring about how desperate she might be looking, George smile was wicked.

He led his cock back to her mouth, fucking it, enjoying the sensations everytime she moaned, "you really are a little slut for this cock, aren't you?" George said thrusting harder feeling his own realise approaching.

When he was almost there, he let go of her hair and hooked his arms under her knees, pulling her far enough that her legs were hanging down the couch.

"Wanna come inside you." His voice so deep and commanding, Danna wasn't sure if she would last long.

He put two fingers in front of her, Danna leaned in starting to suck them under George's intense stare.

"Good girl." He said stroking his cock and using those two fingers to spread her folds, "so pretty."

Danna was already on the edge when George got closer to her, sliding his tip up and down her throbbing pussy.

"Oh god! George!" Her eyes rolled back when he pushed in one slide, her body shaking with the sudden stretch and filling her up. He was so big.

"Oh fuck." He groaned as he started to move, his eyes fixated where their bodies connected, "your pussy taking my cock so well, fuck." He threw his head back, and Danna moaned at the sight: his biceps were in total display since he was grabbing her waist with such strength which she loved, his showing on his neck and his arms travelling down all the way his abs. He was indeed a God.

"H-harder, George, please!" She groaned feeling his cock twitch inside of her.

George eyes darkened as he placed a hand on top of the couch, both of their chest touching as he lowered and sucked on her tits then all the way up to her neck, picking up the pace sending both of them into a frenzy of hair pulling and back scratching.

"Oh, f-FUCK." She screamed feeling George's cock reach the right place inside of her.

"You're taking me so good, princess, oh God." George took her face and kissed her roughly, "will you let me to fill you up?"

Danna wanted so bad to speak but the words wouldn't come out as the known feeling was growing inside of her as she reached her peak, she started nodding desperately at him.

"Please, yes, yes, yes, I-I..., OH" she was cut off by George's hand rubbing her clit, "I want you to, oh my GOD, come i-inside my, George, PLEASE."

"I‘m gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna put it all in you.”

He buried his head on her shoulder and fucked her harshly.

“Oh god,” Danna cried when George lifts her leg by hooking his arm under and pulling it back to him so he’s in much deeper and hitting all the sweet spots.

George drove himself completely in her when he came, thick fluid gushing inside of her pulsating core, the thrusting not stopping until her insides were completely filled.

He’s pulled out gently, slow and careful so Danna could adjust. He pushed the strands of hair stuck on her face and kissed her forehead sweetly, the previous dominant George fading completly away as he takes care of her.

He got up, lifting her up bridal style and walking to their shared bedroom, George placed her carefully on the bed, Danna covered herself while he got in too.

"You ok?" He asked while Danna cuddled up on his chest, legs tangled.

"Yes...," she whispered. "I'm sorry I was so hard on you earlier. I trust you. I just can't help it."

George chuckled.

"It's fine, you were right though, she's been after me the whole time we shot this bloody movie." He looked down to her, smiling and she pecked him on the lips, "I belong to you, completely, body and soul, you don't have to worry about other people."

"I do too, George. I love you." She said hugging him tighter and he kissed the top of her head, smelling her floral perfume and feeling at home.

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #george mackay imagine #george mackay smut

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hi can you do a highschool AU in where Y/N hates Percy, a bad boy/player but Percy tries to get Y/N? oh btw Annabeth was a one time thing....

Game Night (Percy Jackson x Reader Highschool AU)

*Camp Half-Blood is gonna be Half-Blood Boarding School. Also I kinda changed the one time thing w/Annabeth...hope u still like it tho! And Percy might seem OOC, so, sorry!*

Warnings: Some Swearing, Reader has phonophobia (Fear of loud noises)

H/S = Hair Style

F/V/G = Favorite Video Game

F/F = Favorite Food

You slammed the locker door in frustration. You had just bombed pre-algebra test in Mrs.Dodds class. Your best friend, Annabeth Chase, obviously passed the test. She’s the smartest one in the entire grade according to everyone. Well everyone but Drew Tanaka. Piper McLean, your other best friend, somehow didn’t have to take to take the test. She has a way of getting what she wants with her voice. It’s weird, but you didn’t look into it that much. “Someone’s mad.” You hear a voice say. Instantly you knew who that voice belong to. Percy Jackson. Your mood turned from frustrated to “mildly” annoyed.

“What do you want?” You spat.

Percy seems taken aback from the question but his signature smirk plays back onto his face.

“Ooo, feisty. I like a girl who has fire.”

“Lucky for you, I’m cold as ice.” You play back.

He scoffs which you find kinda cute. Wait what?! He is the enemy. You can not fall for someone who hurt your friend. Percy looks doubtful for a second, which you find surprising. Percy always is or acts confident. “Hey, you okay?” You ask worriedly. You mentally slap yourself for caring.

He smirks and that send a whole wave of annoyance through your body. “Didn’t know you cared Y/L/N.”

“Forget it Jackson. I try being a nice human being for once. Hell, I even gave you more than 2 chances, which I don’t ever do. Can’t you be decent for once?” You push through him and walked towards the school doors. When you nudge the doors open, you got a notification. Remember to go to Jason’s football game tonight! (For Piper). You sighed, knowing that you had some homework to do later tonight. You also remembered that you promised Piper that you’d go to her boyfriends big game. You headed to the girls side of the campus and changed into some school spirit clothes. You did your hair in a H/S and left the dorm.

...

You waited for Piper and Annabeth at the main entrance of the football field. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you could tell it wasn’t Piper or Annabeth. You grabbed their hand and twisted it behind their back. “Jackson, what the hell? Don’t you know not to sneak up on people?” You still didn’t let go of his hand. “Didn’t know you enjoyed holding my hand Y/L/N.” You immediately let go of his hand and a look of disgust fell on your face. “What do you want? As soon as Piper and Annabeth get here I’m leaving.”

“I was gonna ask if, you’d...maybe wanna...”

“HEY!!! Y/N!!!” Piper screams. You were grateful that you could leave early. You waved your hands like crazy and screamed back. “HEY PIPES! HI ANNABETH!”

Jason gave you a weird look but you smiled and shrugged it off. You have each girl a hug and questioned Annabeth. “I can get rid of him if you want me to.” You whisper to her. She looked confused as if what Percy did to her never happened. “What? Oh, no. He can stay, I guess.” You gave her a look which said _Bitch-What-The-Hell?-How-Can-You-Forget-What-He-Did? _Annabeth ignored it and entered the football field. “Pipes I gotta go. See you soon.” Jason gave her a kiss and left. Piper gave you a small wave and left you with him.

You scoff and glare at Percy. He seems to ignore it and that action annoys you even more. “Well, the games about to start Y/L/N. You coming?” He says. You wanted to ditch the game and just play some F/V/G and eat F/F. _But you promised Piper that you’d go. _You mentally sighed and went inside.

...

You flinched at the screams and cheers filling the stadium. You needed to leave now. You felt anxious around loud noises. You knew that your phonophobia was kicking in. You felt bad for Piper because she tried so hard convincing you to come to one of Jason's game. No one knew about your phonophobia. You thought people would laugh and make fun about how you are scared of loud noises. You couldn’t take the noise so you stood abruptly and left. No one noticed you leave the stadium, or so you thought.

You kept walking ‘till you found a huge rock that kinda looked like a fist. You climbed to the top and sat down. The wind ruffled your hair and the moon brightly shone on your face. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in. You felt Percy sit next to you and you were surprised. You didn’t expect anyone to come after you, let alone Percy Jackson. You two sat in silence for a couple of minutes, taking in the sight. “How’d you find me?” You ask Percy, breaking the silence. Both of you turned to look at eachother. His raven black hair ruffled through the wind. His sea green eyes shone in the moonlight and his crooked smile made him look like a troublemaker, which he was. Percy breaks your gaze and stares at the moon. “It’s-I sometimes come up here. I saw you leave so...”

“Awww...does Percy Jackson care for me?” You teased.

Percy didn’t deny it. “Jackson?” You ask, kind of worried now. You had expected for him to deny it. He still doesn’t answer.

“Jacks-” You were cut off with his lips on yours. You instantly push him away with a mix of confusion and anger. “What the hell? You like me?” YOu question. He opens his mouth to speak but you weren’t done yet. “Look, do you even remember why I hate you?” Tears were threatening to fall and you didn’t know why. You weren’t about to cry. Not in front of him.

“Yeah.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You left her. On the road, in the middle of the night. She was sobbing! Her parents kicked her out because she came out as lesbian, and you didn’t even help her.” You yelled at him. “She loved you,” you whisper, “she loved you, but she couldn’t help the fact that she likes girls. She came to my dorm in the middle of the night. She said that she didn’t wanted to hurt you. But guess what? She didn’t. You did.” Hot tears were now streaming down your face and you harshly wiped them off. You picked yourself up and climber back down and started to head to your dorm. For once, you didn’t look back.

A/N: This is my first oneshot on tumblr! Comment for Pt.2 or if you have any feedback!

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy x reader #piper mclean #annabeth chase #ooc post #one shot #rick riordan #jason grace #football #high school au

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ca-8 · 3 years

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(HFW: Fusionfall x Reader) (Chapter 3) (Part 1)

“Wait!” (Y/n) called, running through the pitch-black cave. She could see the ghosts’ blue light at the end of the cave. The blue light suddenly disappeared, and (Y/n) increased her speed. “Stop!” she yelled again. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, and (Y/n) saw that she was only a foot away from a wall. She gasped and tried to stop herself, but already ran into the wall.

She phased through it with ease. Once the bright sunlight hit (Y/n)’s face, she cried out with surprise and caught herself when she almost fell. (Y/n) looked up the large paintings of powerful beings on the walls surrounded by different colors of energy swirling around them. She didn’t recognize anyone in the paintings and yet felt a strange connection to them. The paintings were lined up in a straight line that went forward, seemingly going on forever. Sunlight went through the glass ceiling and gave a spotlight on some paintings. Moss covered the cracks of the concrete whilst vines covered the side of the place. If she ignored her shaky breath and beating heart, (Y/n) could hear birds sing from far away. The place looked abandoned but was peaceful nonetheless.

“Woah…” (Y/n) was struck with awe as she stared at the building. While she still kept forward, her body moved backward until she was back at the wall. (Y/n) forced her gaze away from the hypnotically beautiful place and turned her attention to the wall. She slowly moved her hand towards it, then drew it back, and moved it closer. When her fingers laid on the surface, they phased through. (Y/n)’s eyes widened with pure curiosity when she felt no pain. She carefully put her entire hand through the hand, and she saw nothing but her arm. On the other side, she felt the coldness of the cave.

She drew her hand back into the comforting warmth of the building. (Y/n) turned back to the relaxing setting and forced herself to walk. Her heart was raging with both confusion and excitement. She turned her head forward and just now realized that there was something floating inside of a clear orb that was floating on top of a small round stage. (Y/n) walked faster and saw that the thing was a ring inside of the orb.

(Y/n) practically hopped on the small set of stairs, her eyes glued to the ring. The shank itself was gold while the gem that sat on top shimmering in the sunlight was (D/f/c).

Her foot stepped on the surface of the stage, and she yelped in surprise when it suddenly glowed (f/c). The bright (f/c) light shortened itself until there was a medium circle in the middle that was the same size as the floating orb. A beam of the light then erupted from the circle and over the orb. It flew out of the orb and right in front of (Y/n), earning a startled “Oh!” from her. Slowly, her hands covered the bottom of the orb.

“Well…” she said, laughing nervously, “This is new.” (Y/n) really wanted to jump up and down because of the fact that this was happening to her in the first place was thrilling. Even so, she remained glued to the ground, apart from her bouncing toes.

Wiggling (f/c) mist formed at the side of the orb. They moved around for a moment until they surrounded the ring. The ring shook violently, then shot out of the orb and into where (Y/n)’s heart was.

(Y/n) cried out in pain as the ring turned her around and pushed her into the beam of (f/c) light. Her eyes shot open and saw nothing but (f/c). Whispers she couldn’t make out was all she could hear. The ground beneath her disappeared, and the (e/c) color in her eyes was replaced by glimmering (f/c).

She screamed with agony while the ring wiggled inside of her chest until it dissolved. A strange force dug into (Y/n)’s heart, and a small white gem broke out of her chest. The mist plunged into the gem and made it glow brightly with (f/c). The light shined lustrously until it dimmed down. Once it was barely glowing, it sunk back into (Y/n)’s chest and healed her body. The pain went away quickly and (Y/n) stopped screaming.

The young girl gently floated back to the ground. She laid on the ground, and her eyes soon fluttered open. Almost all of her energy was gone, but she had enough strength to raise up and see that an (f/c) mist was escaping from her body and into the orb. A bright light emerged for a second, and a necklace with five (F/c) jewels took the place of the ring.

The orb disappeared into tiny sparkles, and the necklace floated over to (Y/n). She could barely keep herself in a sitting position, so she could only watch as the necklace laid itself on her chest and clasp at the back of her neck. She looked down; the necklace glistened proudly against the sunlight.

Her fingers caressed the jewels. The necklace itself was oddly comforting as a long lost friend has returned to her. “Is this...mine…?” (Y/n) asked, mesmerized by their mysterious beauty.

“Yes.” (Y/n) jumped and shot her head up to see the ghost towering over her. Her calm, saddened eyes pierced through (Y/n), making the thirteen-year-old shiver.

"Your life crystal is too dull. You can no longer do any magic without the support of the gems."

(Y/n)'s hands began to shake. "Wh-Who are you?" she shouted nervously.

The older woman stood proudly. "I am (G/n), the former demigoddess of the astral world. Even without my powers, I am using astral projection to visit you. Anyone, human or demigod, could do it, really."

(Y/n) gasped softly. The woman looked over to the paintings. (Y/n) turned to where she was staring at and saw a picture of a man holding a sword with a (D/f/c) ring on his (s/c) finger.

"That is your father," the woman said, breaking the silence. (Y/n)'s eyes widened and felt a sudden surge of energy, and she jumped back onto her feet.

"You knew my Dad? How?" she asked. The woman turned back to her and smiled. "Because I am his mother."

(Y/n)'s heart started racing again as her stomach dropped. “Grandma…?” she whispered, and the woman’s smile widened. (Y/n) shook her head. “Wait, why should I believe you? Why should I believe any of this?” For all she knew, it could be a silly dream and at any second, she would wake up in her bed like a normal human being. Or, this could be a trap set up by one of the villains in C.N. City, and the villain is using her as bait to lure the heroes there! (Y/n) thought up possible scenarios that explained that this was all too good to be true, but a small part of her believed it all. She looked down at the necklace again.

The woman chuckled and pulled out a gold ring from her pocket. “Huh? What’re you-” (Y/n) didn’t get to finish her sentence, for when the woman touched her forehead with the ring, she was blinded with white light.

It was like she had taken over another person’s body. (Y/n) held the sight of a baby, who was looking up at a mobile with pink clouds and blue plastic fairies. (Y/n) heard the baby's echoing coos as the mobile spun slowly. Then, her mother came into the vision, and she looked down at her with a smile. “You wanna meet the family, (Y/n)?” she asked but didn’t wait for a response. She picked her up and held her into her arms. While she walked out of the room, all (Y/n) could see was the bottom of her face. She then stopped, and (Y/n) glanced over to what seemed like a kitchen. In the kitchen, her eyes looked over to an older couple giving her welcoming smiles. Another person came into the frame, and (Y/n) went for the couple and over to a man who was slowly walking up to her. Even though he was beaming, he looked nervous as well.

“Oh, she’s beautiful, (M/n),” the older woman said, approaching them.

“Looks like somebody’s got my son’s eyes,” the older man laughed. The man with the (D/f/c) ring relaxed and looked at her mother. “Yes, you can hold (Y/n), (D/n),” her mother said. The man’s smile had gotten wider and gently took the baby from her mother’s arms.

“Hi, (Y/N)! Uh, it’s your dad!” he said. The baby laughed and reached up to him. Behind her, she heard a giggle, and everything faded back to white.

(Y/n) sharply inhaled as she was brought back to her time. She jumped back from the woman and held her forehead, gasping for air. “Wh-Wh-What was that?!” she yelled, holding her racing heart with her other hand.

Somehow, she recognized everyone in the vision. Her mother was one she spotted immediately. With the others, it was like her brain informed her. The man was her father, and the older couple were her grandparents, and her grandmother was the woman in front of her!

"This ring was enchanted a long time ago to revive a person's memories," her grandmother responded, holding up the ring.

“Hold on, that happened? Like, an actual memory to my life when I was baby? And you, you’re my grandmother! And I can do magic?!”

Her grandmother chuckled again. “Please, calm yourself, (Y/n). Yes, you have the ability to perform magic. In fact, you can do many things!” But, the woman frowned. “However, it is crucial that you use that necklace. With your gem’s fragile state, you absolutely cannot do magic without those crystal’s!”

(Y/n) flinched and her grandmother took a deep breath. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t understand. What’re you talking about?”

“Right, it is time you learn about your ancestors and your magic, (Y/n). You are the only one who can rid this universe of demons and save the other races.”

The girl froze. “Save the other races…?” she repeated. A smile reached her lips. “I can be a hero?”

Her grandmother smiled gently. “Of course. Follow me. Let me tell you the story of our people.” She and (Y/n) walked off the stage and in front of the painting of (Y/n)’s father. (Y/n) stared at the painting with a grin on her face. Her father was posing heroically with a sword above his head and the ring on his finger.

“In this galaxy, there are five species,” her grandmother explained. “The plants, the animals, the humans, the demi-gods, and the demons. Demons are creatures that are made from pure evil and hatred. They are hellbent on making the rest of the species suffer as much as possible. The demigods were born to protect humans from demons.”

(Y/n) turned to her, eyebrows furrowing. "Why do demons hate us so much?" she asked. Her grandmother sighed. "We don't know. Their plans on drowning this galaxy in flames are still active. Which is why we need you, (Y/n)."

"Me? Why?" (Y/n) asked, tilting her head.

The ghost closed her eyes. "All of the other demigods and demigoddesses were either missing or killed. You are the last demigoddess. Only you can defeat the last of the demons and end this war that lasted for centuries."

(Y/n)'s hands started to sweat as her legs trembled. "Wh-What? B-But I just got my powers! I-I don't anything about, w-well, anything!"

"Do not be afraid, (Y/n). It will be years before you can encounter your first demon."

(Y/n) calmed down, but her body still trembled slightly. "O-Okay, so what do I have to do?"

"Come with me." Her grandmother guided her to the end of the long hallway. At the end was the biggest painting out of all of the paintings in the ancient building. It had all of the demigods that were featured in the other paintings, including their father. They were holding out their weapons and hands that emitted magical energy and were all shaped into a pyramid. Her father was towards the top, but at the very top was a white blank figure, like someone ripped off the last demigod.

(Y/n)'s necklace unexpectedly glowed. (F/c) magical energy surrounded it, and a beam of the same colored light shone onto the white figure on the painting. The beam started at the top, then made its way towards the bottom, revealing a person replacing the figure behind its trail. When it was finished, the beam of light disappeared back into the necklace. (Y/n) looked up at what the beam made, and her face lit up when she saw a girl with (h/c) hair and (s/c) held up a (f/c) gem proudly.

"Is that me?" she questioned softly.

"Yes. This painting embodies the line of demigods. The reason you're at the very top is that you are the one who is supposed to stop the war. And you are the last of our kind."

(Y/n) turned her head to the older woman. The woman continued to look up at the painting.

"Long ago, the demigods and humans ruled the Earth in peace. If there were sickness, we would heal. If there was violence, it would be resolved shortly. If there was death, we would help them ascend to the high plane of peace."

"Wow. You guys basically took care of the humans."

Her grandmother giggled. "Yes, that is true for the most part." Her happy manner was short as she frowned deeply. "But one day, the sky turned red, and demons rose from the ground and ravaged the land with despair. We managed to drive them out, but not for long. Soon, the small battles broke out into war.

"As the war continued, we started to lose more and more of our people." Her grandmother sighed and tore her eyes away from the painting. "My job during the time was to lead an army and plan for battle. Even so, it was time for me to produce a baby to continue our existence. I guess it was a bad time for me to marry a human."

(Y/n) perked up. "Why did you marry a human?"

She smiled. "I couldn't marry any other demigod when I knew your grandfather existed. He was the most amazing man I've ever met. Before we knew it, we got married and had your father."

(Y/n) grinned, but that grin vanished when she saw her sorrowful face. "But there was a price. Your father only turned out as a half-demigod with limited power. The other demigods were disgusted with my actions, but I loved him nonetheless, and I was sure he would bring the war to an end...I was wrong.

"After you were born, your father went missing during the battle. Meanwhile, a demon cursed me and removed me from all my magic. Luckily, your mother escaped with you in her arms. Unfortunately, that was the battle that the rest of the demigods and millions of humans were wiped out."

(Y/n) looked down at her feet with a saddened face. "You can stop this. To do that, you're going to have to commit every day to do your training. Your crystal is even weaker than your father's, I'm afraid."

The little girl looked up at her. "What do you mean?" Her grandmother held up her hand, and a small crystal floated out of her body. Its (f/c) light was terribly dim like it was trying to desperately grip onto life.

"This is the crystal that makes you able to perform magic. Every demigod and demigoddess has had it before you. Its light symbolizes the strength of your magic. For eons, the light was immensely bright, even brighter than the sun itself. Yet, when (D/n) was born, his crystal was awfully dimmer than everyone before him." The crystal went back into (Y/n)'s body.

"He could hardly do magic without hurting himself. One day, when he was playing outside as a boy, I found him on the ground unconscious. I was so scared… After he was recovered, I ordered him to never perform magic ever again.

"The next day, I found him in this very cave with beams shooting out of his hands. Regardless of the consequences, he looked happy and healthy. Then I noticed that he was holding a (D/f/c) jewel. Flora, a friend of mine, and I studied this jewel since we didn't find any more. It had turned out that it was one of the gifts that beings of the higher plane gave to us when the first of the races lived on the planets. This jewel allowed your father to practice magic without doing any harm to his body, but only when it was on his body.

"So, we decided to make it into a ring, and he became more powerful than we had ever imagined. Regardless, he had to be cautious not to use too much power, or else the ring would burn out."

"What happens if it burns out?"

"I found that the solution of reviving the magic is to put it in either the sun or the moonlight. We think that the deities that rule them put the magic back into the jewel." (Y/n) nodded and she continued.

"As the war continued, I begged him to have a child with another demigod so my grandchild would not suffer the same fate. But it was too late; he had already fallen in love with another human."

"My mother isn't a demigoddess?"

"No. When you were born, we checked your crystal, and it was even fainter than your father's. Your parents went to Saga, the demigoddess of the future. She said that you would become a great hero, but even one spell without your necklace could erase your life."

(Y/n)'s blood went cold.

"(Y/n), for the sake of your life and many others, please don't use your magic without that necklace on."

She swallowed the lump in her throat and responded, "I-I promise."

Her grandmother smiled. "Thank you."

"So what do these gems do?"

"I don't know. I thought you were only to get one just like your father, but it seems that I was wrong. These gems are unpredictable. They gave your father various types of power that every other demigod had, earning him the title 'The Demigod of Entirety'. I have a feeling that these are the same."

(Y/n) hummed and held the necklace again, grazing her fingertips over the little gems and the biggest one that dangled in the middle. "(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" a voice called from outside the cave. (Y/n) whipped her head over to the exit.

"Mom! Oh crap, how long was I here?"

"Looks like you need to go." (Y/n) glanced over to her grandmother. "But I look forward to your next visit. We'll see how your magic is then."

"Okay. Thanks, grandma!" (Y/n) yelled, then ran out of the mystical building as fast as her legs could carry her. The necklace bounced on her neck, its silver chains clanking against her chest.

(Y/n) stared up at the ceiling with the moonlight shining through her window, barely missing her body and bathing the grey necklace in the case. Unknown to her, her teeth were grinding together while her fists were clenched. Buttercup's body overwhelmed her mind, so it was nearly impossible to sleep.

"You do not need to worry so much, (Y/n)," Jack said earlier that day as he wrapped her arms and legs with bandages. "I could've turned into a mermaid or something and she would still be with us!" (Y/n) harshly responded, gripping onto the ground. She remembered Jack stopping and looking up at her. "We all could have done something. You do not need to beat yourself up about it. Besides, you have already done enough." As a response, she sighed and looked behind her to see the other heroes of C.N. City approaching the beach.

The moonlight suddenly disappeared, making her room darker than before. "...They must be done recharging the necklace," (Y/n) mumbled, turning towards her necklace that was now gleaming (f/c). She raised herself up and jumped out of bed. "If only I was grandma before that battle…"

She put on a jacket to cover up her T-shirt and a pair of boots. (Y/n) turned and snatched her necklace from the case, then secured it around her neck. (Y/n) rushed downstairs and burst through the front door. Quickly locking the door behind her, she ran with a (f/c) light surrounding her body, then jumped into Phoenix Form.

A large bird with dark (f/c) feathers flew through C.N. City. A couple of minutes into the flight, (Y/n) made herself be engulfed with a bright (f/c) flame that didn't affect her. 'Using a little bit of magic is fine. Besides, it's getting really dark.' (Y/n) looked up at the sky and saw the dim moonlight hiding behind the clouds. 'Thank you,' she thought to the moon. 'And Buttercup should have been dropped in the eastern shore. I should fly around there to see if I see something.'

Once she was at the shore, she flew over the ocean and scanned the area. The water looked so deep that if an unconscious body sank to the bottom, the person would already drown before they woke up.

'Don't think that (Y/n). Buttercup's a strong girl. She's okay,' (Y/n) thought, but a heavy feeling remained in her chest. Her sharp eyes then spotted something brightly green deep in the water. She dove into the water and the flames disappeared. Beneath it was another (f/c) radiating from her body.

Her legs stuck themselves together and molded into a (f/c) sparkling fish tail. Her feathers faded away from her upper body and a couple of light (f/c) shells that covered her chest took their place. (Y/n)'s (h/c) hair was extended greatly, and (f/c) highlights took over the ends. The necklace transformed into her signature colored pearls. (Y/n) opened her (f/c) eyes; the darkness of the ocean had been perfectly lit up.

'Forgot how cool this form was,' (Y/n) thought, breathing in the freshwater. 'Okay, maybe if I'm lucky, a part of her dress might have ripped off when she floated through here.'

She flapped her tail and took off in the water. A group of fishes swam next to her and (Y/n) smiled. 'Yo, fish dudes. Can you get me anything that's bright green, please?' the mermaid thought to the creatures of the sea.

They started at her for a moment before scattering. The fishes searched under the rocks, through the seaweed, and in every hole. 'Thanks, guys,' (Y/n) thought. A fish swam back to her and bumped its mouth into her cheek, then went back to what it was doing.

(Y/n) giggled, holding her cheek. 'Fish kisses!'

She swam around the ocean floor and searched every hiding place it had to offer. She searched for what seemed like hours, but the green object did not catch her eye.

'Was it just seaweed?' The image of the green object popped in her mind again. 'No, I have to keep looking. It might be a part of her dress or something.'

(Y/n) swam towards the surface and studied the area below her. 'Green thingy, green thingy, green-'

All of a sudden, a gust of water crashed into her. (Y/n) shrieked as she was slammed against a rock and hissed with pain. The pearls turned back into a necklace, which brought her back to her original form. Water filled her lungs, making her hold her breath and frantically swim back to the surface.

(Y/n) coughed out water and breathed in the air. "What…" she said before coughing a couple more times. "What the heck?!"

She looked down at her necklace and held the smallest gem on the far right. Nothing happened. "No! It should have all of its magic back! I haven't even used that much magic!"

She put the image of her mermaid form in her mind and gently tapped on the jewel. The only outcome was the wind gently hitting her wet face. Frustration took hold of her heart, so (Y/n) growled and whacked the gem with all of her might.

An (f/c) light blasted from the gem and swirled around her. A few seconds later, she was back as a mermaid. "What was that about?" (Y/n) asked herself, then dove back into the water.

She looked around and saw a fish trying to get a ripped piece of cloth off a sharp rock. It succeeded, and it came up to her with the fabric in its mouth. She gleamed and patted the fish when it swam up to her.

'Good job!' (Y/n) said to it, gently grabbing the cloth from his mouth. The fish blinked and swam away. (Y/n) examined the green cloth and recognized it as part of Buttercup's dress.

(Y/n) swam to the sharp rock and put her hand up. The water gently pushed against it. 'The current's going south, so Buttercup must've gone this way.' She went back on the surface and gazed at where her friend possibly went. 'There should be land headed that way. Hopefully-no, someone should have seen her and saved her.'

"(Y/N)!!" a voice exclaimed behind her. (Y/n) yelped quietly and whirled around to see Ben on the shore, waving his arms.

"Ugh, Ben!" she whispered, then made her way to shore. A few minutes later, she was close but still stayed in the water. Ben put his arms down and smiled, and when he got a good look at her form, he turned that smile into a smirk.

"You look great in a bikini," he winked. (Y/n) gasped and looked down at herself, then quickly went to shore to turn back into a human.

Once she was on her two feet, she said, "Thanks, pervert."

Ben flinched, his smirk instantly ceasing. "What? You were in public! Anyone could see you! Well, actually, no one's out here, but-"

"I was kidding, dummy." Ben's green eyes widened and he smiled with relief. "So what're you doing out here?" (Y/n) asked, pulling seaweed out of her drenched hair.

"Couldn't sleep. I decided to take a walk to clear my mind or something," Ben explained, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Aw, how poetic." (Y/n) teased.

Ben chuckled. "What's with the midnight swim?"

"I…" Her cool demeanor disappeared, and she looked away frowning. "I was searching for Buttercup."

Ben frowned as well. "Oh. Did you find anything?"

"I think I found a piece of her clothing. She might've went to the southern part of the city. I'm gonna search there."

He raised an eyebrow. "How long have you been up?"

"I dunno, thirty minutes? An hour?"

"Did you get any sleep beforehand?"

(Y/n) sighed softly, feeling frustrated. "Ben, thanks for the concern, but I'll be fine. It'll be real quick."

"It won't hurt to get some sleep first. You can just look tomorrow."

"But Buttercup could be in trouble! Sleep isn't gonna help!"

"What do you have against sleep?"

"I don't have anything against sleep! I just wanna get Buttercup home as fast as possible!"

(Y/n) breathed heavily while furrowing her eyebrows. Ben's same expression softened, and he said, "You blame yourself, don't you?"

She sighed and sat on the sand, letting the water drip down her face as she observed the moonlit clouds. "Yeah," she said. Ben sat beside her and gazed into her eyes.

"You're not the only one. I blame myself too," he said.

"You were there?" she asked.

"After everyone scattered, I went to the scene and saw her flying into the ocean. I tried my Omnitrix again, but it still didn't work."

(Y/n) put her knees against her chest and rested her head on them. "Well, I got revenge by turning into a demon and crushing that monkey."

He laughed softly again. "Yeah, I saw that. I thought you were known for kicking demon ass?"

A smile curved on her lips. "Yeah. It was originally meant to be a disguise for sneaking into demon lairs or something."

"Really? Awesome!" Ben said. They sat in silence; the atmosphere had improved. "Hey," (Y/n) started, breaking the quietness. "How did you know I was here?"

"I saw a bird on fire and thought it was you," Ben responded.

(Y/n) giggled and he beamed.

"Hey," Ben said after a while. She gave him her attention. "Besides the whole family history thing, we're pretty much the same, aren't we?"

"Hm? How so?"

"I can turn into ten different aliens, you can turn into mythical beings. My Omnitrix has a time limit, your necklace has a time limit."

"Woah, back up, Tennyson. You're the one with the time limit here. My necklace runs out of power when I use too much magic."

"That’s basically the same thing, (L/n)!"

"No, it's not!"

The teens glared at each other before laughing, and they stared back up at the night sky. The clouds were starting to clear.

"When the search party started, I saw you walking with Jack. You looked pretty beat up. Are you okay?" Ben asked.

(Y/n) was silent for a moment before answering. "It's one of the side effects of becoming a demon."

"How come you didn't heal yourself up?"

"If I use too many powerful forms, the necklace will run out of goddess DNA." Ben tilted his head. "Uh, it's like your Omnitrix, but backward, sort of. The reason I can't do magic without my necklace is that I'm actually half-demigoddess. The demigods and goddesses in my family have this crystal inside of them that contains all their magic. Though, mine isn't as powerful as theirs because of the lack of goddess DNA. These jewels kinda have a substitute of this DNA. To ‘recharge’ it, I can use the sun and the moon’s light."

Ben's eyes were wide. "...Wow," he said. (Y/n) chuckled. "So, what happens if you use magic without your necklace?" he asked.

"Oh, I'll die."

"What?!"

(Y/n) laughed. "Relax, dude, this necklace is gonna stick with me for a long while."

Hearing her laugh, Been calmed down and smiled. They turned back to the quiet scene to see the moon shining with pride with no cloud in its way. Without knowing, (Y/n) put her head on Ben's shoulder, feeling her drained energy. Ben's shoulder felt tense and was even trembling slightly, but she didn't mind. That is until something large appeared from the water.

Her head shot up from his shoulder. "What's that?" she said, then got up and ran to the water. Ben followed behind her. "What is it?" he asked.

(Y/n) got a closer view of the object. "It's a book," she concluded, picking it up. The book was dripping wet with some pages sticking out. The top left corner of the book even had a charred mark. Despite its harsh appearance, it was awfully familiar to her.

"I feel like I've seen this before…" (Y/n) muttered, feeling nostalgic from its damp texture.

"Really? What is it?" Ben asked. "Book of Spells," she answered, reading the title. "But I could be wrong. Maybe this belongs to someone else. I'll dry this when I get home, but first I need to check the southern towns for…" She ended her sentence with a yawn.

Ben furrowed his dark brown eyebrows again. "(Y/n), seriously. We can do all this tomorrow."

"But-"

"Please."

(Y/n) gazed deeply into his saddened eyes. After a moment, she sighed. "Fine. But I'm taking this book home with me."

Ben smiled. "Here, I'll walk you home."

"Thank you."

As the couple turned back to the town, (Y/n) looked back at the ocean, hoping that someone would fly out of the waters with that cocky smile.

"Hey Ben?" (Y/n) asked as they approached her house. "Hm?" Ben hummed.

"I forgot to ask, how was your visit with Mandark?"

The crickets took over Ben's silence before he said, "He said he nothing to do with that monster running rampant in the park. Of course, we didn't believe him, but he kept telling us how he his machines were going haywire lately."

(Y/n) stared at him, wide-eyed, and Ben looked back at her and flashed a confident smile. "Don't worry, knowing him, he was lying about the whole thing."

She hummed in response, pulling the book closer to her chest. She wanted to believe him, but knowing all the weird events happening lately, she wouldn't be suprised if Mandark was telling the truth. 'What is going on?'

They approached the front steps of her house. "See ya, (Y/n). And get some sleep," Ben said, putting his hands in his pockets.

As she walked on the front steps, she smirked and replied, "Alright, mom."

He made a ‘tch’ sound and walked away from the porch. (Y/n) laughed to herself, entering her home, and closed the door behind her. She leaned up against it, then stared down at the book in her hands.

"...I can just dry this real quick," she said to herself. She quickly took off her shoes and rushed to the bathroom.

(Y/n) pulled the curtain to open and ran the water at a comfortable temperature. Putting the book on the side of the tub, she clogged the drain so the water would fill it, then hummed to herself as she waited. 'First thing in the morning, I'll go to the southern towns to see if they saw Buttercup. Hm, isn't Foster's Home there, too? Maybe I should ask them...wait...SHIT!'

She sprang up. "I forgot to check the imaginary friends! Damn it!" she yelled and was about to run out the window until she stopped herself. "They're probably sleeping. I wouldn't want to disturb them. Jeez, how did I forget? I’ll have to do that first thing in the morning instead."

She plopped down on the toilet and stopped the water. After taking off all of her clothes, she slowly put herself in the water and held onto one of her tiny gems. A few seconds of bright light later, she was her mermaid self again.

(Y/n) turned to the book and raised her hand. With her eyes closed, droplets of water began to rise from the book. The water floated from the book and merged with the water in the bathtub. Her pearls glowed an even brighter (f/c) color when she put her other hand on the book, and the damp texture returned back its original self.

She opened her eyes to see a dry book in her possession. (Y/n) carefully sat the book down on the toilet and held onto her necklace to turn back into a human.

"Alright. Time to see what's up with this book."

(Y/n) collapsed on her bed after putting on new pajamas. She quickly raised up and put the book on her lap. "Okay, what do we have here?" she said to herself. She opened it to the first page.

Dear (Y/n),

This spellbook was used to train every demigod and goddess before you. It was your grandfather’s, mine, and it is now yours. Be careful with the spells inside this book! Those at the beginning are harmless, but as you go on, they’ll be able to bring down demons the size of planets. Seriously, they can mess you up. But I know you can handle them! You are a strong girl and I’m proud of what you will and have already accomplished.

Love you! -Dad

(Y/n) stared at the note, slowly letting the information sink in. Oblivious to the tear rolling down her cheek, she whispered, “This was yours?” She looked at the necklace, which was resting in the glass container with the moonlight shining back on it. (Y/n) smiled. “I’ll make you even more proud, Dad. Whatever’s going on, I’ll figure out a way to stop it.”

She turned to the next page and studied the information. ‘Why was this in the ocean?’ she thought, laying down on her stomach to get more comfortable. As she read through the information on specific healing spells and combat moves, her eyes gradually closed, and she drifted off into a much-needed rest.

“FRANKIE!” (Y/n) screamed as she busted through the doors of Foster’s Home. Her voice echoed through the empty main room. ‘Where is everyone?’ she thought.

“Ms. (L/n)!” (Y/n) looked to her right and saw a giant rabbit with a very formal attire hopping her way. ‘Crap. Mr. Herriman,’ (Y/n) thought, drooping her shoulders.

“I specifically requested your assistance yesterday and you failed to show up!”

“I-I’m very sorry, Mr. Herriman, but I can-”

“Do you not realize how your absence can affect the residents?! Half of the imaginary friends could not lift one finger!”

(Y/n)’s heart ached terribly. The thought of innocent creatures suffering threatened to bring tears to her eyes. It didn’t help that she could have done something to help them too, but foolishly forgotten. “I-I, uh, I...” she sputtered. Her legs started to shake as her palms felt wet. ‘It’s all my fault.’

“Oh, leave her alone, Herriman!” a voice demanded. The two looked above and saw the caretaker of Foster’s Home, Frankie, glaring down at Mr. Herriman.

“Ms. Frances! Aren’t you supposed to be disinfecting the house?” Mr. Herriman questioned. (Y/n) calmed down a little and noticed him clenching his head.

“For that last fricking time, it’s Frankie! And (Y/n)’s a known hero around here! She probably has a lot on her plate right now!” Frankie argued. Mr. Herriman scoffed and went back to his office, mumbling a quiet “Well I never.”

(Y/n) sighed and approached her friend, who abandoned her hostility and gave her a warm smile. “Sorry about that. He’s been grumpier than usual since he caught the ‘imaginary illness’ as we call it,” she said, using air quotes. “Come on, most of them are this way.”

(Y/n) and Frankie began walking down the long hallway. “Thanks Frankie, and I’m really sorry,” (Y/n) apologized.

“Don’t get so worked up about it! The illness isn’t even that bad,” the redhead said.

“But Mr. Herriman said that half of them couldn’t lift a finger!” (Y/n) argued, raising her voice.

Frankie rolled her eyes. “That fuzzy drama queen was over exaggerating. It’s just coughs, light headaches, and stomach aches, that’s all.”

Her beating heart quickly went back to a normal pace. “Oh. Then what do you need me for?”

They turned a corner, and Frankie frowned. “Well, for some reason, their usual medicine isn’t working. We’ve tried other sources of magic healing, but that didn’t work either. You’re our last shot.”

(Y/n) snapped her head towards her, eyes widened. “WHAT?!” she yelled. Her scream echoed through the hall as Frankie grimaced. “(Y/n), really, it’s just a small cold. And you’re one of the finest healers in the city!”

Her heart quickened again while her hands shook. “I-Illness isn’t a thing to be taken l-lightly! A-And if other people c-couldn’t help, how can I?!” (Y/n) stuttered.

“Are you feeling okay, (Y/n)?” Frankie asked.

“Wh-Why didn’t you call me f-first?” (Y/n) asked, rubbing her hands together.

“I figured that it wasn’t a big deal! I thought you were busy!”

“I-I hardly fight crime anymore!”

(Y/n) suddenly stopped. She stared at Frankie’s wide eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. “I’m sorry, Frankie. I’ve been really worried about, well, everything that's been going on. Let’s go.” Frankie smiled and led (Y/n) to one of the quarantined rooms.

“UUUUUGGHH.” As soon as (Y/n) and Frankie opened the door to one of the bedrooms, a loud groan erupted throughout the room. (Y/n)’s heart was crushed at the sight of the well known imaginary friends, Wilt, Eduardo, Coco, and Bloo, lying weakly on their beds. Their eyes were half-lidded, and their faces were unnaturally green. By knowing him for years, (Y/n) knew that the groan belonged to Bloo, who continued to be the loudest one in the room.

“Don’t worry, you guys,” Frankie said softly, slowly approaching them. “(Y/n)’s here to make you feel better!”

‘Hopefully,’ (Y/n) thought while forcing a smile and waving her hand. Wilt slowly moved his head towards them and put on a feeble smile. “H-Hey, (Y/n),” he greeted in a shaky voice. “Sorry, you have to see me like this.”

(Y/n) bit her bottom lip. His voice sounded like he was barely conscious. She turned to Frankie, who had a surprised and sympathetic look on her face. “Are you sure this is a light fever, Frankie?” she whispered to the redhead.

“They weren’t like this when I left!” Frankie responded, earning a stunned expression. “But it’ll be fine! You can heal them, right?”

“Uh, um…” (Y/n) looked down at her necklace, then at the imaginary friends. “Hurry up already…!” Bloo complained, putting a hand on his face, which had a green hue on his usual blue skin. (Y/n)’s heart sank, and she furrowed her eyebrows with determination. “Yes,” she answered, then confidently approached the sick imaginary friends.

“Hey, Bloo,” she said delicately. “How are you feeling?” His eyes slowly made contact with hers and he smiled. “Oh, I’m doing just well. Except for the fact that I’m DYING!”

(Y/n) flinched when he yelled the last part. ‘Maybe I should just get on with it.’ She put her hands on his forehead and stomach, took a deep breath, and let the light (f/c) magic do the work. Meanwhile, she let the memories of saving Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends take over her mind.

It was a cloudy day in CN City. Sixteen-year-old (Y/n) walked through the streets, gripping the straps of her backpack. After a regular, boring day of school, she just wanted to go straight home and collapse on her bed. At least, that’s what she planned to do, but the day is never easy for a hero!

A loud crash abruptly interrupted (Y/n)’s thoughts. Instantly, the ground began to shake. In the distance was a booming sound of buildings crashing down and screams of dozens of citizens. (Y/n) looked up and saw the calm white clouds turning into dark grey, and the lighting that shot out of them made the buildings collapse. They began to swirl around the largest tower in the middle of the city: The Tower of Records.

“Alright, you pathetic humans! Bring me your goddess and I’ll only kill half of you!” a thunderous deep voice demanded. (Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows and gripped onto her necklace. Gripping onto her necklace, a bright (f/c) beam surrounded her body. A few seconds later, a griffon flew out of the beam.

As its (f/c) feathers gently rained down on the town, (Y/n) flew towards the demon that floated above the Tower of Records. When she got closer, she could see that it was a muscular man with multiple red eyes frowning deeply at the town below him. (Y/n) swiftly flew to the right to get out of his vision and right behind him. She readied her lion claws, and when she was right on him, she quickly moved in front of him and slashed him in the chest. She smirked at the three large red marks she made.

“Gah! What the-?!” the demon yelled, then searched for whoever was responsible and saw the flying griffon a few yards away. He made a devious smirk.

“(L/n),” he said. Griffon (Y/n) landed on top of the main building and transformed back into her regular self. “Astaroth,” (Y/n) answered.

Agares took a good look at the young one and frowned again. “Disappointing. I was expecting a grown weakling for me to squash, but I guess fate saved the challenges for another day. I guess I’ll have to have a child’s head on my wall,” he said, summoning a spiked ball on a chain.

(Y/n) growled. “Well this child just struck you without you noticing. Not much of the killed-thousands-within-minutes demon, aren’t you?” she spat.

Astaroth scowled and bolted towards her, raising his spiked ball. (Y/n) jumped out of the way just in time to see him crash onto the roof. She knew she was at the very edge of the building, but she didn’t care. She knew she was going to be okay.

The demon snapped his head up and grunted with anger. He dashed at her, and (Y/n) raised her arm up to defend herself. Atsaroth crashed into her, putting half of her foot off of the building. The spiked ball wrapped tightly around her arm, and Atsaroth’s hot breath was right on her face.

“You’re nothing but tiny pieces of stone compared to me, (L/n). Just like your puny father.” (Y/n) didn’t say anything and kept her focus. The clouds above shot out lighting angrily. She could hear the screams of citizens below her. He kept pushing her, and the end of her foot was almost off of the building. Her eyes wandered his body, and she finally saw what she was looking for. In the middle of his furry pants was a black glowing gem.

(Y/n) smirked. “We’ll see about that.” In one swift motion, she kneeled the black gem, causing Astaroth to hitch his breath and lose his grip on her. (Y/n) then elbowed him, and as he stumbled back, she climbed on his body and front flipped over his head, using his elbows for support. She landed behind him and used her foot to deliver a powerful kick on his back. Astaroth staggered near the edge of the building, flailing his arms to regain balance. (Y/n) ran up to him and thrust her fist into her back, sending him over the edge.

The teen smirked and ran towards the giant antenna in the middle of the roof. “Fool! You think such a moronic plan would get rid of me?! I am Astaroth, master of the clouds!” Astaroth claimed, rising up on a cloud.

A distant boom was heard followed by a scream. ‘I need to get rid of this guy. And fast,” (Y/n) thought, ripping off the antenna. She turned around and went into a battle position. Astaroth laughed.

“The only reason your ridiculous plan succeded was because of that necklace of yours. Without it, you’d be nothing!”

(Y/n) looked down at her necklace; one of the smaller gems in the middle was glowing. The other four gleamed elegantly. “And besides, you’ll only get killed faster if you continue to hold that antenna. Actually, no, keep holding it.”

“I know.” (Y/n) raised the antenna above her head. Lighting struck onto the antenna and throughout her body, causing her to scream and Astaroth to laugh. It stung badly like a million knives were piercing through her body. Despite the agony, she stood her ground with her eyes closed tightly, and three of her (f/c) out-glowed the lighting.

“Huh?” said Astaroth as he made a confused face.

(Y/n) opened her (f/c) eyes and pointed the antenna at him. Lighting burst from the tip and shot right into Astaroth, shoving him into the nearest building. (Y/n) jumped from the building, angelic wings sprouting from her back. She wiped the tears from her face and zoomed into the building, crashing into the windows.

Immediately, she was met with a spiked ball. The ball wrapped around the antenna, and (Y/n)’s eyes were met with Astaroth’s black ones. One of her gems stopped glowing, and only two remained.

“You’re nothing, (L/n). Do you hear me? Nothing!”

“You seriously talk too much.”

(Y/n) pulled back and utilized her trapped weapon to swing Astaroth into the wall behind her. She unwrapped the antenna from his weapon, then jumped back from his attempt of hitting her, avoiding the office desks. Astaroth yelled in fury and waved the ball in circles while charging at her. (Y/n) dodged the ball and smashed his side. As he yelped with pain, (Y/n) repeatedly thrashed his face. She moved forward as he was being pushed back. She raised the antenna to slam his face one last time, and as he covered his face, she thrusted the antenna into his chest, knocking him over.

“In the name of-”

The ground shook again, making (Y/n) lose her balance. She fell on her butt and sled to the back of the room. “What the?!” she yelled, then looked out the window to see the building slowly toppling over. What she also saw was that the building would be crashing into Foster’s Home in no time.

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lessons learned | remmy & nell

LOCATION: the ring. PARTIES: @nelllraiser and @whatsin-yourhead SUMMARY: remmy and nell confront jax about remmy’s collar. CONTENT: non con (pheromones)

Remmy paced. This was happening. This was really happening. They were going to get this thing off. Lydia had helped them get rid of their promises to Jax, and it had felt like an entire ship of weight had lifted off their shoulders. Of course the first thing they’d done was tell Nell. And of course she wanted to help them get this stupid collar removed. Maybe she would even see this place for it truly was and quit as well. Maybe they could both just walk away from this after everything. Remmy could only hope. They wanted to be done with this part of their life. They wanted to never set foot inside that arena again. Their stomach still hurt sometimes, when they thought about it. They still saw it whenever they closed their eyes, felt it whenever pain spiked through their limbs. Hands clenched, they paced the road. Waiting for Nell. Kept their eyes on the alley that led to the entrance. She’d sounded angry, ready to barge in there and get this dealt with, and Remmy could only hope she wasn’t angry with them, for keeping this secret for so long, for not telling her. But she’d just dealt with everything with Bea, and her world was so different from theirs now. Finally, they saw her form appear down the road and they scurried towards her. “Y-your arms,” they noted, seeing them wrapped in bandages, “A-are you sure you wanna do this? W-we can wait.”

Nell probably shouldn’t be here. Even with some magical healing, her arms weren’t at one hundred percent, and seeing as she’d started with skin grafts before seeking out more supernatural assistance, there had been some complications to work around. So her injuries were still tender, though she could at least move with less pain now, as well as less chance of reopening the wounds. They’d told her she’d need to do healing sessions rather than it being a one and done because of all the energy it would take. But there wasn’t a question of whether or not she was going to come with Remmy to see Jax and whatever piece of shit might be in on this collar business. She didn’t entirely understand, as far as she knew- the Ring collars were meant for the disobedient monsters that were forcefully brought in my monster catchers like herself, the ones that were beyond redemption. So what was one doing around her friend’s neck? “Yes,” she said forcefully. “I’m sure. This needs to be fixed. If Jax thinks he can get away with this shit, he’s wrong.”

“I-- okay,” Remmy said. There was something more volatile about Nell-- Remmy didn’t know everything that had gone done or the entire story, but Luce had said that they brought Bea back, and after knowing how she died and that she died, they knew it couldn’t have been an easy thing. Hesitating just a moment, Remmy nodded. “Okay, let’s do this, then.” There could be no more hesitation. They’d have to do this quick, and corner him quickly, otherwise he would set off the collar’s defense and kill Remmy. Their skin prickled underneath it and they itched at it, the skin there raw and red, in a constant state of open wound, healing and reopening all the time. Keeping them weak, tired, hurt. They were ready to be done with it, with this place. They were ready to move on with their life.

As they approached the entrance, they waved Nell around to the back. “We should probably go in this way,” they said, “in case there’s others up front. “ This was the way they usually headed in, when coming for a fight, anyway. It would look less conspicuous, probably. Hopefully. There weren’t too many people here, either, on a Sunday night. Sundays were usually reserved for the creature on creature fights, not as much fanfare, not as much excitement. It would be quick and quiet and hopefully Jax would just...listen to them. He had to, right? Right. This would all go smoothly. Remmy skirted over to the door that led to the back where they usually checked in with Jax and motioned to Nell. “This is it.”

Nell had always been a person of action, but Bea’s death had driven her even further down that path, no longer as willing to let things get to the point where someone might die. If threats could be dealt with, they needed to be addressed early on before things got out of hand. She wasn’t going to let anything even remotely similar happen to her friend, not when there was an obvious answer. Who the fuck did Jax even think he was, anyway? A glorified referee getting too big for his britches and throwing his weight around with Remmy? And exactly what had Ronald been doing on a peaceful farm? Trying to steal creatures? There were too many questions now surrounding the Ring for her not to have a word with Jax. She simply nodded, agreeing with Remmy before continuing on with purposeful strides, anger boiling in her stomach. When they got to the door, she didn’t hesitate, having no reason to. Without so much as pausing, she reached forward to jerk open the door, entering without so much as a warning to give Jax a piece of her mind. “What the fuck is Remmy doing with a collar around their neck?”

When Nell didn’t hesitate, Remmy felt their heart jump. The door flung open and they could see Jax inside, just around Nell’s figure. He was sitting at this desk, alone. And he didn’t even jump as the door slammed open. “Umm…” Remmy mumbled, glancing around, “Nell?” But Nell’s eyes were set on the man in front of them, lounging in his chair as if he owned the place. And he sorta did, this was his office after all.

Jax smiled as the door swung open. He hadn’t been expecting Penelope to come as well, but a two for one was a good deal. Sitting forward in his chair, he shrugged. “I thought you understood the rules of the Ring, Nell,” he said simply. “If the creature disobeys, they get punished.” The door behind Remmy swung shut quickly and behind it was the red-eyed man, a vampire with little patience, just waiting. Jax gestured to Remmy. “The creature disobeyed,” he stated, then met Nell’s rage-filled glare. “Therefore, it gets punished.”

Nell had absolutely zero care for Remmy’s concern, knowing that it was well-placed, but her need to place this anger that was bubbling inside her was greater than a sense of potential self-preservation at the moment. Besides, she wasn’t scared of Jax. Recently, the Ring had been doing more than one thing she didn’t approve of, and she wanted answers. Both for Remmy, and for Jared’s farm. “Remmy is not a creature,” she spat, her arm jerking painfully towards the zombie. “Remmy wasn’t brought in by catchers, and has done nothing to warrant being treated like the ones I bring in. Remmy is not your fucking pet to punish as you please. I brought Remmy here of their own volition, and they will continue to fight or not fight of their own volition.”

“Oh, but my girl,” Jax said smoothly, coming around the table. He was holding something, fiddling with it in his hands. A bracelet-like object. “They are.” He had noted the tremble in Penelope’s arms, the bandages, the way she moved painfully. When his hand snaked out in a quick flurry, he had her by the wrist quickly. The vampire behind them moved forward in a flash, yanking Remmy back. All he had to do, then, was push one button on a small remote and Remmy was screaming, crumpling to the ground, as electricity poured through their collar. Jax pulled on Nell’s arm, knowing it would hurt, feeling her injured flesh below his grip. With bandages on, it was harder to push his influence onto her, but he could feel it seeping in, slowly, watching her body relaxing. “Calm down, child,” he said, his voice both venom and silk at once, “you’ll hurt yourself.” He moved, then, to secure the bracelet around her wrist. It vibrated and lit up, securing itself to her, digging into her skin, making sure it could not be removed. “That oughta do it.”

From the ground, Remmy looked up. The pain was still searing through their body. “Nell,” they huffed out, “Nell, what’s--” but the man behind them stepped on their head, pressed down. Remmy cried out again, feeling the pressure of his boot against their temple. He only stopped when Jax waved him off. He looked down at Remmy with sharp eyes, always so blue.

“You brought this on yourself.”

Nell had never had reason to think Jax might use his pheromones on her, even if she knew he used them on others in his craft. So she was underprepared, in no way ready for the onslaught of them that quickly overrode her senses. As he drew closer, her body had initially tensed, as if ready for a fight, but that was quickly done away with as he spoke with that silver tongue, exerting the power over her. He was so...entrancing, wasn’t he? It was impossible to take her eyes off him, and she didn’t want to. But then came pain, and a strange bracelet locking onto her as she yelled out. Remmy? Remmy was in pain, too. Her brain was hazy, trying to work through the fog that Jax had put over her, but it was no use. Still, even if she was locked on Jax, she knew Remmy being hurt was that last thing she wanted. “Stop!” she called out, instinctively raising a hand to magic the vampire into submission. He wasn’t Jax, so she felt no inclination against harming him. But as the magic began to flow, more pain. It came from the bracelet, causing her to yell out once more. “Remmy? Remmy-” she looked between Jax’s shoe and her friend, caught in the throes of pheromones and her own brain, trying to battle for dominance.

Jax liked the way the confusion clouded Nell’s eyes. Her friend was right there, crying out in pain, suffering, and all she could do was watch. This was his power. He reveled in it a moment before nodding to the vampire, who yanked Remmy to their feet. “Take ‘em to the cages,” he said, keeping his hand on Nell’s wrist to keep her calm, even as she tried to use her magic, watching it strike pain in her. He really loved these inhibitor rings. They worked for all occasions, even sapping magic. Another smile graced his face. “Now, are you gonna fight and need to be caged, too, or are you gonna be a good little witch and let this go?”

Remmy tried their best to look up at Nell, but tears clouded their vision. They needed to help her, this was all their fault. They had dragged her into this and now-- Jax had been right. Alain had been right. They were all right. Remmy was nothing but a danger and they had yet again put a friend in harm’s way. They slumped with their defeat, head bowed, and let the vampire drag them up, heading towards the door. “Please let her go,” they said, not bothering to look up, “please, Nell, just...please stop fighting.” Tried to look up at her once more, but the pain in their neck, the smell of burnt flesh, forced their head to come up no more than to be able to look at her waist, here bandaged hand hanging limply by her side. The other clasped in Jax’s grip. Remmy bit their lip. “I-I’m sorry,” they muttered, “I’m so sorry.”

The cages. Nell knew those all too well, often making her drop offs there when it came to monsters and whatnot. Perhaps in some world, it was poetic that she would find herself in one. Her utter rage still burned, but it was...far away, as if a blanket had been thrown over it and since she couldn’t see it, she couldn’t access it, couldn’t let it course through her veins to color her words and actions. Not when it came to Jax, at least. But fighting...that was something she’d done her entire life, something she’d never learned how to quit doing, even when it had been Montgomery looming over her, ready to strike a killing blow. She couldn’t fight Jax but...the vampire. There was still him, right? It had hurt last time, using her magic. And her arms weren’t up to par with hand to hand combat. Magic had always been the most effective for situations like this. She raised a hand to bite her thumb until it bled, magic piling up in her once more— she grit her teeth against the excruciating pain, not even realizing yet that it was draining her magic in the same breath. Reflexively, she swiped the blood against her arm. Nothing happened. She looked down, and she realized how stupid she’d been. Her summoning tattoos. They were gone, having peeled off with her skin. Fuck. She tried her best not to look at Jax, to ignore his questions and that shiny glow around him that made her want to please him, to make him happy. Again she yelled, loud and guttural as she reached for the magic she still barely understood, trying to bring the vampire to his knees. She felt like she was on fire as the bracelet sparked to life once more. If she could take one down, maybe they could find a way out of this? There had to be a way. There had to. She wouldn’t get her power taken away from her like it had been stolen with Montgomery. Not again. Not this soon. It worked, bridging the vampire to his knees as pain also erupted in his eyes. But it wasn’t enough. There was still Jax. Still the collar. Still the bracelet. And now her own knees were jelly, the bracelet having taken her magic from her.

Remmy dropped from the vampires arms as he suddenly cried out in pain. Blood dripped from his eyes and he grabbed his head, screaming with his agony. But Remmy didn’t-- couldn’t-- move. Their limbs felt too heavy, their body too much. They looked up as they saw Nell collapse, too, to her knees. She was also bleeding, from her hand, on her arm. Remmy could smell it. “Nell, no,” they said weakly, reaching for her. “Nell, wait--” but it was no use. After a long moment, the vampire stopped screaming, and though his eyes still bled, he reached for them, kicking them, hard, before shoving their body through the door. Remmy coughed, sputtered, pain striking their stomach. “Wait, no, Nell-- wait. Wait! What are you-- where are you taking-- Nell!” they called out, trying to reach for her. But another push of a button, and their vision went black, and they slumped, unconscious for a moment, to the ground.

Jax frowned. “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” He shook his head in disappointment. He had let her exhaust herself, let her use her magic, let her hurt herself. And when she was done, he tugged her back to her feet, no matter the weakness of her knees, and carried her out after Remmy, so she could watch. As the vampire dragged them away and towards the cages, he followed behind with Nell. Not too close, not too far. And when they reached the cages, he turned to the one across from Remmy’s and opened it, guiding Nell inside. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Nell,” he said firmly, before finally letting go and shutting the gate, “I really hope you have.”

The bracelet paired with Nell’s outburst of her magic was more than enough to have the world spinning, things making little sense as she felt Jax tug her upwards, even the pain of her arms feeling far away. Remmy...she was vaguely aware of her friend, and the fight that was still bubbling in her stomach despite being barely conscious. She had to get them out of this, they had to get to safety. But all too soon they were reaching the familiar cages beneath the ring, and Jax’s fuzzy words made their way to her before the gate closed behind him. Fuck you, she wanted to say, but her weaknes paired with the pheremones prevented any words from even beginning to fall from her. Powerless. Just as she’d been when Montgomery had been preparing to raise his blade. Not again, not now, not ever. But try as she might, and as stubborn as she was, her eyes drooped, closing as darkness took hold of her, passing out with a final thought. Exactly how were they going to get out of this?

#chatzy #lessons learned #ch:remmy #wickedswriting #non con tw #it be pheromones

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The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 2

A/N: I can’t promise all the chapters will come this quick, but I am inspired and I think I’m in love with these characters. I’ve never done a cocky character before, so I really want to try and tap into something interesting here with Shawn. Maybe I won’t who knows. Let me know if you like though?

WARNING: smut. sex toys. public masturbation (kind of). orgasm denial.

*Shawn’s point of view*

She crawls out of his bed in the wee hours of the morning, at least for him. He wakes up long enough to tell her she’s free to use the shower and whatever else she needs. He can tell by the look on her face that she’s surprised at the gesture. She really thinks he’s a complete and total dick. But it’s the crack ass of dawn and he doesn’t have the emotional capacity to argue with her yet, so he rolls back over to go to bed.

He wakes up again to her heels clacking on the hotel room floor. She reaches over the bed in search of something, maybe her phone, and he tugs her down on top of him. She doesn’t seem nearly as happy about it as he is.

“Let me go! I am so late. I was supposed to be at work an hour ago.”

He skims his nose along her neck, happy to see that the hotel soap didn’t rid her of her own personal scent he’d grown obsessed with the night before.

“You’re the boss, you can go whenever you want.”

She pushes against his hold and he lets her for now, much more excited to watch her then fight with her.

“That’s not how I run my shit.” She snorted putting in an earring that must have slipped out when he was making her scream his name the night before. “This never happened by the way.”

He chuckled. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. That was a mistake, a big huge mistake. Your dad would have my ass and ruin my career. We both know it.”

It pisses him off far more than he has any right to. He used his dad freely for the connections, the money, the access to anything he ever wanted. But the second his dad became an inconvenience, he couldn’t beg for enough distance. This woman, with all her thick ass thighs and musical moans, was so much more than he ever could have expected. And he wasn’t about to let his dad ruin that for him.

“A mistake yea? Which orgasm? The one with my tongue, or the one with my fingers, or the one against the headboard? Just wanna make sure I’m on the same page.” He muttered.

Her eyes turned to slits and she leaned over him before shoving him back down to the bed with a very pointed finger.

“Listen here jackass. You do not get to use what we did last night against me.” She hissed.

“What the fuck would I wanna do that for anyway?! Jesus, we should keep fucking just so you can calm the hell down every once in a while.”

“Not likely. Bye Shawn.”

Her braids cut through the air as she leaves the room just as quickly as she entered it. He collapsed back against the pillows and let his hand travel along the tender spots where she’d sucked at his skin the night before. He could still taste her. Could still hear her. And his body absolutely betrayed him as a half chub began to form in his boxers. No one had ever given him what she had the night before. She had let him take the lead, had given herself over to him completely and fully. He was always dominant in bed but never with someone who gave off such opposite energy. She probably should have been the one bossing him around, and yet she had placed a lot of power and a lot of trust in his hands.

His half chub turns a little fuller the more that he thinks about her and he lets his fingers crawl beneath the covers to deal with it. He hadn’t jerked off over a woman, let alone a hook up, in years. He could think about the ramifications of that later. Not now. Not when he’s got the feel of her lips in his brain.

***

He heads past Tiffany’s desk to get to his dad’s office, but stops for a second when she gives him a look. Tiffany was probably the only reason his dad was able to get dressed every morning. She knew every detail of every minute of his day and she kept him directly on schedule at all times. It’s probably the only reason she wasn’t fired, cause she sure as hell isn’t sleeping with him like the other ones in the past. He likes her. She’s maybe the only person in either of their lives that doesn’t take any bullshit, even if she does have a little soft spot for him.

“Hey Tiffany. You’re looking radiant as ever this afternoon.” He grinned, leaning against her desk.

“You’re late.” She said flatly. “He was expecting you hours ago.”

“Yea, I had a bit of a late start today.”

She lets her eyes glide over him and stares blatantly at a hickey on his neck he hadn’t bothered to try and hide.

“Sure. I suggest you get your ass in there. He’s on one today.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Sounds good. Thanks, Tiff.”

When he walks into his dad's office, he’s already screaming to some poor bastard on the phone. So, he heads straight for the fridge and grabs himself a water to wait for the tides to turn against him. It doesn’t take long.

“Well if it isn’t my son, my one and only, the kid I’ve given everything to at every waking moment of his life! How kind of you to join me!” Manny sneered.

He took a seat on the other side of his father’s desk, plopping down into one of the not so comfy chairs he had there.

“Nice to see you too daddy-o. What’d I miss?”

“You missed the first goddamn meeting with the directors I asked you to come to!” His dad roared. “What did I say, Shawn? Enough of this childish bullshit. I gave you that pony show last night so that you could start taking things seriously, so that you could start taking your future with this business, seriously!”

“I fucking forgot okay. My bad.”

“It’s always your bad, dammit! Enough is enough. Everyone with a brain the size of a pea knows you don’t deserve a position in this company, the least you can do is make the nepotism a little less obvious. The least you can do is make the first goddamn meeting with the people who help fund us!”

His dad was definitely going to have a heart attack by sixty. It was just a given at this point.

When the yelling and the screaming doesn’t work, and it never does, his dad as an innate ability to switch up his approach. His dad was a vindictive bastard at heart and no one, absolutely no one bore the brunt of that the way that Shawn did.

“You want to touch music ever again?” He asked, his voice quieter than it’d been since Shawn stepped into the room.

His whole body locks up, and his eyes harden as he stares at him.

“This is all you got. All those demos, all those melodies? They belong to me. This is what you get okay? And if you don’t start treating this business with some dignity and respect? I’ll let one of these other yahoos take over the company and you’ll be shit out of luck. Do I make myself clear?”

His shoulders completely slump and the feeling that he seemed to have within him at all time came roaring back infinitely. The inadequacies. The powerlessness. He was nothing. Nothing. And never would he be anything that his father hadn’t already determined him to be. That’s just the way it went. It was the way the cards had been dealt for him. No use in fighting it.

“Yea, dad. I understand.” He muttered getting up out of his seat.

“Have Tiffany share the notes from the meeting you missed today. I want you here tomorrow at nine am. You’re going to follow me around to my meetings, get the lay of the land.”

There was no arguing so he just headed for the door instead.

“Oh and Shawn?”

He sighed but turned to face his father again. “Yea?”

“Try to not to let whatever whore you’re with next time make it so obvious. We’re better than that.”

No use in fighting it.

“Yes, sir.”

***

His shoulders are so tense that he can feel the knots forming along his neck. It’s the stress that always comes when his dad lays down the law and reminds him of where he’s at in life, where he’ll probably always be. They could say money buys you happiness all damn day long, but he hadn’t been happy. He hadn’t been happy in a really long fucking time. He’d tried just about everything. A five mile run. Had played the guitar until his fingers were sore. It isn’t until he tries to jerk off and that vision of her appears in his mind again, the way she had flicked her braids over her back, the way she had gleamed with sweat. It’s not until then that he really has to contemplate what the entire hell is going on with him, because he’s never thought about a hook up like this. Ever.

He stares up at the ceiling with another fucking boner starting in his pants. Fuck contemplation. Where had that ever got him?

“Thank you for calling Miss y/l/n’s office. This is Tianna, how may I help you?”

He peered over at the clock on his bedside. It was after eight o’clock. Way past working hours. He had a feeling wherever y/n went so did she.

“Tianna, darling.” He hummed. “She working you into the ground over there?”

She immediately snorted. “We’re doing just fine over here Mr. Mendes. How can I help you?”

“Please, call me Shawn.”

“Call me stupid. What do you want?”

Tough crowd in that office, really.

“I need to schedule a meeting with her. It’s work related. My dad needs her.” He lied.

“Uh Huh...and just what is it that your dad needs that he’s sending you to get at eight o’clock at night?”

He rolled his eyes up at the ceiling. “Look he’s having me take over some accounts to get the lay of the land. I’ve got two artists playing jingle ball alongside her artists. We want to talk possible on stage collaboration.”

And they called him dumb.

“Hmmm...well, she’s very busy.” Tianna drew on.

“Yes, I’m sure she is. If I was to come to her office right now though I’d assume she’s not exactly having meetings now is she?”

“If you came to her office right now I think your little spiel about ‘on stage collaborations’ might look more like a booty call.”

He chuckled. “But if you help me out with a little something, then I could maybe help her out with a little something, and we can all be a little happier.”

“You white boys always thinking your dick can cure cancer. Get off my phone.”

“I think if you didn’t want me to come, Tianna? You would’ve hung up already. I’ll see you in twenty.”

It was that kind of relentless optimism in life that had gotten him to where he was today. Here’s a hoping it struck one more time.

***

y/n point of view*

You’re sat at your desk trying to figure out what it was about the age of twenty that seemed to make your artists lose their ever loving mind. One of your up and comers was found outside a bar as three am drunk off his ass and now you had to face the casualties. There’s a tension thick and firm in your shoulders and rolling down over every individual vertebrae in your spine. You were stressed, had been all day, and it didn’t look like that was going to change anytime soon. You rubbed your fingers against your temples and reached for your phone to tell Tianna to maybe order you some dinner, and then head home for the night. No use in both of you being miserable.

“Hey Ti’. I’m gonna be late again. Could you order me something? No mexican please, maybe something from that asian place with the dumplings?” You asked softly. “You can go home straight after.”

“Sure thing, girl. There is something I wanted to run by you though--”

“Oh not tonight, Ti. I’m swamped. Just the food, and that will be all.”

It was a bit of a bitch move, but you and Tianna had navigated these waters time and time again throughout your friendship. She let you be when you were stressed, but never let is pass. She’d always call you out eventually. You were pretty good at navigating professional and friendship. Also, you wouldn’t last a day without her, and both of you knew it.

It’s another hour before you hear movement outside your door. You assumed Tianna had given the delivery guy your office number, so you slide from your chair still barefoot and went to grab your meal.

He’s standing on the other side of your door with your food in his hands and that dumbass smirk on his face that you had practically licked off the night before. The worst part was the rush of feelings that flooded your stomach with him there. There wasn’t nearly enough irritation and annoyance as there was a fluttering and a heat. You had seen what he could do after all, and your body was already attuned to such things. Dumb.

“Oh what the hell!” You groaned snatching the brown paper bag from his hands. “How did you get up here?”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me! I told Tianna I was coming.”

Shit. She’d tried to warn you too. You were an idiot and a bitch. Lovely.

You reached straight for your dumplings, not having the capacity to deal with your six foot two headache before you dealt with your hunger problem. You popped a squat on the edge of your desk and looked at him between bites. No suit today. Instead he was wearing black skinny jeans that looked like they’d been painted on. He was wearing a cardigan that looked particularly fluffy and a white t-shirt. You noticed there was a difference in the way his eyes looked then what you remembered. They were duller. They weren’t nearly as alive as they’d been when he was making your body sing for him the night before. Hell, he hadn’t even looked this dead at the banquet. He looked tired, beat down. But, that wasn’t supposed to matter to you. Right?

“Why are you in my office right now?” You asked.

He stalked a little closer, choosing to sit on the arm of the chair beside your desk so that his legs could slide closer towards yours.

“I thought you’d be a little happier to see me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And why would you think that? I told you what happened last night never happened. And you agreed.”

“I didn’t agree. I said I wouldn’t tell my dad.” He corrected.

“Whatever. You don’t hook up with the same woman more than once anyway. We both know that.” You shrugged reaching for another dumpling.

“Yea, I--I know. But, I think we both know last night wasn’t a normal hook up.”

You crossed and uncrossed your legs paying special attention to chewing each bite of food before you swallowed it, as you worked to compose your face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh you don’t do you?” He hummed dipping his head to catch your eye.

He got up off the chair taking the two steps to be far too close into your bubble. You wondered idly if his lack of understanding of personal space came with the privilege of being rich, or the privilege of being attractive, or if was that whole male privilege thing instead. When his hands settled on either side of you on your desk, you settle on it being some kind of combination of the three.

“You’re gonna tell me I didn’t treat you good last night?” He whispered nose skimming along your neck. “That I didn’t touch you in ways you’ve never been touched before? That I didn’t have you cumming for me like a fountain?”

Your thighs pulse needily, but when you go to squeeze them together, he’s already standing there between them so that they wrap around him. His fingers trailed to your thighs and the sensation was so familiar, so right, that you found yourself leaning more into his space.

“I’m not asking for your hand in marriage. You’re stressed. I’m stressed. Just let me come over every now and again and knock you into a wall for a few hours. I think it’s a worthy transaction for the two of us.”

He was such an asshole. God, he was such an asshole and the assholery came off of him in waves. But he made you wetter than a faucet and he had big hands that felt so good when they were shoving you wherever he wanted. When you woke up that morning you had felt infinite relief. You hadn’t wanted to leave the warmth of the sheets behind. It was your first time being late since you got food poisoning three years prior. You had wanted to stay. And that was the second you lost.

“There have to be rules.” You sighed in defeat.

Shawn only heard yes and begun to tug at your jacket off your shoulders, his stupid lips doing this incredible thing on your neck that you really wish you hated.

“No one can know. It can only happen at night time.” You begun and paused to moan as he sucked at your collarbone. “It only happens at my apartment building or yours.”

“God I’ve really gotta gag this beautiful mouth.” He groaned reaching up to silence you with his lips.

Somewhere along the way you figured out that you were always working to have the upperhand, always fighting for power. And you figured out that you didn’t need that with Shawn. Once you realized that he wasn’t going to use it against you, that allowing him to be dominant was only going to result in your pleasure? You were able to let go. And when you let go, the pleasure was infinite.

Your chinese ends up on the floor. So does you dress as he very quickly breaks one of the goddamn rules and bends you over your own desk instead.

“God, this ass. I could write whole songs about it.” He muttered. “Spread your legs for me.”

“M--My desk.” You stuttered trying to be reasonable when your mind wanted anything but that.

“Spread them, or I’ll tie them open.”

Jesus.

You moaned softly into the hardwood, letting your legs drape open against the side of the desk. His fingers mapped out your body, melding to every curve, and keeping you on high alert. Not being able to see him only made you want him more. You could hear the sound of his belt clanking as he undid his jeans, could smell that he was hot for you as you were for him. And that’s all that mattered.

“You’re so tight for me. Christ.”

He plunged inside your body like no one had ever before. Like maybe he hated you, or like maybe your pleasure was the only thing that mattered to you. His hips were hard and punishing. His hands gripped your hips like a gentle caress mixed with a punishment. It left you distorted, left you hot and bothered and completely absorbed in everything that he could make you feel with such startling precision. This wasn’t just him using your body to get himself off, this was something that occured in unison. For every second he spent chasing his own high inside you, you continuously found your own pleasure from him. It was infinite and all consuming. It was more than enough to keep you coming back for more.

The desk quaked on its legs, your papers flew everywhere, and still his fingers are grabbing at your ass like it’s his. And in that moment, it is. In that moment you’d give him everything one a silver platter if he asked for it. But, he doesn’t. He takes and he takes and he gives it all right back to you ten fold. You feel that familiar tightening in your stomach and your eyes clam shut. You’re at a total loss for how your orgasm could possily come this quickly and this intensly, but here the fuck you are.

You reach back for his wrist on your ass and cry out into the wood of your desk as he only moved deeper within you.

“I’m gonna cum.”You whimpered.

“Not yet.”

You shook your head a tremble beginning in your legs.

“No I--I’m gonna cum! I can’t.”

His body leaned over you, caging you in and his lips found their way to your ear.

“If you cum without my permission? I’m gonna spank your ass so raw, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

“Oh my god.”

The desk jerks askew and Shawn just slows down his thrusts in favor of digging deep into your body. And your back loses its arch as you turn to actual liquid in his hands.

“Fuck! Fuck! Shawn!”

“You’re fucking dripping for me. Take it. Take all of me. Make yourself cum.”

You grab at the papers on your desk and your eyes roll back in your skull once again. There’s a squelching sound every time you pushed back against his hips. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. You’re fucking exploding. What a fucking arrangement.

***

Work goes a little differently in the coming weeks. You yell a little less, smile a little more, and don’t find yourself constantly rubbing that spot in your neck that seemed to absorb every ounce of stress you ever had. And it’s not about Shawn. It’s definitely not. It’s just the regular sex. It could have been anyone, really. It just helped that this someone was good with knots and his hips. After the initial fuck up, you stuck to the rules. Only his apartment or yours. Never during the day. He didn’t come to your office, and you sure as hell didn’t go to his.

It wasn’t exactly meaningless sex. It was purposeful sex. You each had a goal, a build up of tension, that you needed eased. Doing that together just seemed to make a little sense. It was easy. It wasn’t complicated. And that’s what you loved. Not the person. Just the act. It was dirty and hard and sometimes painful, and you loved it. He seemed to find every kink you had, even the ones you hadn’t thought you had, and laid them all out with sparkling clarity. You couldn’t help but think back to the first time after your agreement when you’d stepped into his apartment.

“Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink? I think I’ve got wine, water, and a juice somewhere.”

You were confused, plopped off your heels and headed for the shockingly white couch.

“Uh, do we need drinks for sex?”

He snorted. “What you, the most talkingest person I’ve ever met, thought we were just going to jump into things without talking first?”

“Well...yea. Kinda?” You murmured, now feeling a little indignant.

He took a seat next to you on the couch, crossing his leg over his thigh and turning towards you. The proximity alone was enough to get you a little bothered.

“Look I...I want this to be good for the both of us. And I want it to be safe. I want it to be consensual at all times. And to do that we really need to talk, okay? We’ve gotta set up what we want this to be. What we both want this to be.”

It’s a lot more endearing a lot softer than you expected. And you didn’t know how to justify this image you continued to have of him, with all the things you kept learning about him. He really made it hard to hate him sometimes.

“Okay.”

“Okayyyy. Well, why don’t you tell me something you don’t want, and I’ll do the same. And we’ll start from there.” He coaxed.

“Well I’m not doing no race play shit, that’s for damn sure!”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “What kind of a guy do you think I am?”

“A white one.” You blinked.

“Funny. No race play. Got it. I like to be dominant, but there’s some shit I won’t do. I won’t do anything until you bleed. I love slapping your ass as much as the next guy, but I’m not gonna do it to the point of pain over pleasure. I’m not gonna hit you, and I’m not gonna do any of the bodily fluids besides semen.” He explained calmly.

You bit your lip. “So you uh...you’ve done this before huh?”

He nodded softly. “I have. And you haven’t. That’s okay. I’m more than willing to teach you.”

“Okay...so is it like a dom and sub relationship?” You asked hesitantly.

“It doesn’t have to be that if you don’t want it to. Sometimes adding a label on it makes it more scary than it needs to be. This can still just be a hookup. Are there other things you don’t wanna try?”

“I don’t really want to be called anything derogatory.” You admitted. “I liked the rough parts. I liked...doing what you asked me to. I just don’t want to feel demeaned if that makes sense.”

You felt very out of your element. Again, you weren’t the expert in the room. He was. And you just had to trust that he was gonna do the right thing for the both of you. Only because, so far he actually had.

“Of course. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed yet but I’m not just here for my pleasure, y/n. Half of what I get out of it is making you feel good. That’s what I want to do.”

It was hard to look at him when he spoke like that. The softness, the earnestness. None of it made a lot of sense to you. And you didn’t like how your body reacted to it, how easily he could draw you in like that. So you reached for him, lips and teeth and fingers on the back of his neck. And he pulled you into his lap with such ease. It made you melt. You were kind of fucked. But it was okay for now.

“So you’ll be in LA through Sunday for the awards. I have you back here Monday afternoon. I moved all your meetings to Tuesday so you could rest up a little bit. And then it’s time to prepare for the MSG shows for Khalid.” Tianna rattled off.

You were listening. You were a hundred and fifty percent listening. And you weren’t at all squirming in your seat. Nope.

“S--Sounds lovely. Can’t wait!”

She did the black mother squint and lean at you, so you forced your hips to calm the hell down in your seat.

“What the hell is up with you?” She asked.

Your eyes widened. “Cramps! A real son of a bitch, aren’t they?”

“Cramps? You want me to get you some mitol?”

“No thank you, I already took some. I’m gonna work on the proposal for the new marketing campaign with nike and then I’ll take lunch okay?”

“Sounds good chief, holler if you need me!”

You watched with painstaking eyes as she slowly left the room before finally allowing you to collapse and reach for your phone. This was too much. This was the worst idea ever in the history of ever.

“Hello?”

“Turn it off. Turn it off right now, Tianna probably thinks I’m a mad woman!” You sighed shakily.

Shawn chuckled. “Nice to see you too darling. What did I say last night?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you thought back to the look in his eyes when he’d pressed the egg shaped device between your legs.

“If I don’t wear it all day then I’m not a good girl.”

“Exactly. And what do good girls get to do?”

You bit your lip unable to stop the rocking of your hips. “Good girls get to cum.”

“That’s right. Do you wanna cum y/n? Do you deserve to cum for me?”

“Y--Yea. Yes, please? I--I wanna be good. I wanna cum.”

Sure enough the damn vibration increased and your thighs began to quake. You whined desperately canting your hips up for something that wasn’t there. Something that was probably a good forty-five minutes away from you by subway. And lord knows Shawn’s ass had probably never been on the subway.

“You make the prettiest fucking sounds.” He sighed. “I wish I didn’t have this meeting, or I’d come right over there and make you fall apart all over my cock.”

“A meeting? What meeting?” You asked desperate to keep your mind off the quaking beneath your skirt.

“My asshole of a dad is having me meet with investors for this new Madison Beer look-alike he just signed. They’re already trying to figure out how to maximize sex appeal. She’s seventeen.”

“That’s disgusting. You have to know that’s disgusting.”

“Of course I do. And you have to know better than anyone that I don’t really have a choice in the matter.”

You rolled your eyes up at the ceiling. “You’ll destroy that girl before she even gets a chance to figure out who she is, what artist she wants to be.”

“Yea well my father isn’t in the business of letting artists decide who they wanna be.”

It’s a little more honest than you’re supposed to be with each other. A little moment, where you let the facade slip. Where you’re not just two people fucking. Because you’re both in the same business, the same industry, and there’s something that allows you both the ability to know more than anyone else ever could. And that makes it a little hard.

“Are you coming to mine tonight?” You hinted, trying to get this thing back on track.

“Yea. I uh I’ll be there around ten.” He cleared his throat, base continuing. “I want you to keep it inside of you all day. And if you’re good. If I’ve decide you’ve been good, then I’ll let you cum tonight. Maybe I’ll even let you ride my thigh”

A moan escapes your lips that had no business coming out in the open like that. You had never even mentioned that his thighs sort of made your mouth water, nor that you’d even thought about rubbing your pussy all over them. That just seemed to be another one of those things he picked up on without you having to say it.

“Fuck. Okay, okay I’ll be good.”

“Good girl. I’ll see you at ten.”

You collapsed back against your chair again as the phone call ended. 12 hours to go. Shit.

***

You were lying on the bed withering. It’s the only way you could describe what it felt like you were going through. You felt like you were in heat. The room was sweltering. Your thighs had been pressed together for the past hour and it wasn’t getting any better. You needed to cum. God you just needed to cum. About twenty minutes ago, that bastard had moved it to the highest setting. You were dripping at this point.

He let himself into your apartment, the directive to leave your door unlocked making a lot more sense when you were practically grinding into your sheets.

“Fuck, I can smell you.” He hummed. “You miss me?”

“I need to cum. Please, Shawn. Please.” You started rambling immediately.

He proceeds as if you’ve said nothing. He starts with his watch, slipping it over his wrist to set on the nightstand. His rings and bracelet join the party as well. Then it’s his jacket and the button up. You listen to the metal clink of his belt and it make your eyes roll back in your head knowing that you’ll finally get what you’d been waiting on forever. The excitement is in your chest and between your legs. The want that you have for him curling up like a ball in your gut. He knows exactly what he does to do, and it makes you hate him and want him all the more.

It feels like hours before he joins you on the bed. And when he does, he just stares at you for a while. His eyes roam over your hips and your cheeks and the arch in your foot and the stretch marks near your belly button. It’s so specific and so intimate that you can only watch him watch you. He turned off the vibrations, but somehow you’re only now just noticing. Sometimes when he looks at you like this, you don’t know how to respond. Can never decide what the look in his eyes means. And you wonder if he knows either.

He blinks and the look vanishes, and back is this look that says, “I’m going to devour you for all that you are.”

“Come sit on my lap, baby girl.” He whispered.

You move on shaky legs, crawling onto your knees to where he sat at the edge of the mattress. His fingers slip between your legs, your hands falling to his shoulders as he tugs the vibrator from inside you. You’re a whimpering mess, and he just fucking smiles at you and tugs at your hips. Your lips touch his thigh and you have to hide your face in his neck to keep from cumming right there.

His fingers reach for your ass, digging deep into the flesh, as his lips touch your ear.

“I’m gonna let you ride my thigh until you cum. It’ll be the only time you get to cum until the end of the night, so I suggest you make it count.”

You whined softly arms wrapping around his neck in desperation.

“I’m so sensitive.” You whispered.

He tilted your hips down with his hands on your hips resulting in your clit brushing against his thigh with purpose. You practically sobbed.

“Oh my god!”

“God, your fucking voice.” He grunted. “Ride my thigh.”

There’s no need for lubricant of any kind because you’re soaked to your very core. It saturates his thigh until your gliding easily against the flesh. And it’s so fucking hot. It feels so fucking good. You couldn’t control the way that your hips fluttered and twitched against him with every push of your hips. Every slide had you gasping his name with recklessness. Just the way he wanted you. Desperate. Needy. Submissive. And you thrived in it.

He tensed his leg, making his thigh firmer, and you fucking lost it. Your fingers turned to fists in his hair just to have something to grip onto as you rode him for all you were worth. His hands on your hips helped move you faster and it made the knot in your stomach tighten and tighten until it snapped with ease.

“That’s it. That’s so good. Cum for me like a good girl.” He demanded.

You cried out into your apartment, back arching as your orgasm ran through you like a tidal wave. His thigh became drenched and your heart hammered heavily in your chest as you collapsed in his arms like the mess he turned you into.

“Fuck.” You moaned desperately. “Oh my god.”

“Feel good?” He hummed. “What do you say?”

“Thank you. Thank you for letting me cum.”

“You’re welcome. Now go pick out a toy to keep yourself occupied with.”

The second that Shawn found out you had a pretty impressive arsenal of toys for yourself, he had taken full advantage. You quickly discovered that your favorite scenario was the gspot stimulator that did some amazing, amazing things. You liked it most because it seemed to drive him crazy when you lost control, when you were just barely holding on to a thread for him. You got off on his pleasure, and he got off on yours. It was a beautiful endless cycle.

You go to lay back against your blankets, only for Shawn to join you sooner than normal. He took the toy from your hands and sat it down by your hip. His fingers trailed between your labia, thumbing playfully at your clit. He looked at you as you did it, eyes dark and hooded and hot. You were in for a wild as night tonight.

“I’m gonna put this in. I’m gonna fuck you with it. And you’re gonna wanna cum. But you’re not going to. Not until I say, do you understand?”

You rolled your hips incessantly and sighed. “Yea.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

His fingers were rough and calloused, an incredible sensation against your smooth thighs. You felt his curls tickle your stomach as he leaned down to test your wetness with his lips. A groan made its way past your lips as he kissed at your clit. Before you could even begin to move your hips, he was pushing the toy inside of you and flicking the switch on.

“Mmmmm,” You hummed. “Feels good, Shawn.”

He twirled the stem of the vibrator manipulating the toy until it rested directly against your gspot. And that’s when he turned it to the highest setting.

“Oh fuck!”

“Feel good?” He chuckled teeth hitting your inner thigh.

“Y--Yea. Holy shit yea.”

He peered up at you from between your legs and proceeded to kiss, lick, and suck at the skin of your thighs. His fingers wrapped around the vibrator and started to thrust it in and out jaggedly. Your fingers dug into the sheets and you bit at your lip as he played you like a fuckin violin. The egg shaped toy slid in and out hitting the tip of your clit on every outward stroke. You whined and tilted your hips down trying to get more pressure.

He frowned up at you, teeth biting down into the flesh of your thigh before he soothed the mark with his tongue.

“Don’t do that. Be good for me.”

“I need it.” You sighed. “Please, Shawn.”

“What do you need?”

“Your tongue, your fingers--anything. Please?”

“You want my tongue?”

“Yea. So bad.” You whined. “Fuck Shawn, please!”

He maneuvered your leg over his shoulder tongue pointing between his lips to hit your already engorged clit. The dampness of his tongue was heavenly against your aching flesh, but in combination with the still rampant vibrator it was so much more than that. It was completely and utterly too much. The coil in your gut grew hotter and tighter. Your toes curled. Holy mother of god.

“W--Wait! Wait I’m gonna cum!”

His hands did that thing where they locked into your hips, pushing you firmly down into the bed as he continued to suck you for all you were worth. You fist your fingers in his hair and threaded your legs around his back fully and deeply prepared to ride your orgasm out. Just as you were about to fall apart, muscles tensing and aching for release, it all disappears. He lets your clit slip from his lips and takes the vibrator out leaving you to pulse and thrash against the sheets.

“Fuck!” you grunted, thighs squeezing together involuntarily.

“Ah ah ah.” He hummed pulling them apart with ease. “Let me look at you. See the way this perfect cunt twitches for me. Shit, y/n. You have no idea how fucking pretty you are.”

You peer down between your legs watching your muscles clench anxiously around nothing. You can see yourself glisten from where you are, can only imagine how much better it must be from down there. There’s no room to think about it for long before he’s running the flat part of his tongue along your entrance in search for any juices he may have left behind.

Drool oozes past his lips, and he runs his thumb into your clint to spread it around. And then the vibrator is back in his hands, but instead of slipping it inside you, he presses it right up against your clit instead. The vibrations are rapid and loud hitting at every nerve ending in your already thoroughly soaked core. There’s no need to grind against it because he’s pushing it so tightly against you already, and when he flicks it beneath your hood so that it touches just barely at your actual clit, you’re done for. It’s right back where you were not even sixty seconds prior.

Your nails dig into his wrist and your back arches in desperation.

“Please! Please!” You gasped. “Let me cum!”

He shook his head not letting up on the pressure at all.

“You don’t order me. I’ll let you cum when I’m ready.”

Tears form in your eyes. It’s the denial and the pleasure and the cusp of pain that might just drive you over the edge if he’d ever fucking let it happen. You didn’t know the act of not cumming could feel this good, could make you feel this desperate. He pushed your body places that it had never been, made you feel things you had never felt. And he thrived on what it did to you. He thrived on your hips pushing back against him, on the moans that rung out from your throat. Every response seemed to fuel him even further.

Your legs begin to twitch again, screaming for ecstasy when a knock rings out on your apartment door, bringing everything to a crashing halt.

“You expecting company?” He asked, vibrator still very much in tact.

You shook your head, bottom lip destroyed by your teeth at this point.

“No. No one.”

They knock again.

“Are you sure?”

“You know I really can’t focus on anything but my clit at the moment!” You huffed.

The knocking continues, a little more aggressively this time, and Shawn finally rolled his eyes and pushed the vibrator back into his rightful position against your gspot.

“Don’t move. And you better not cum while I’m gone.” He ordered.

*meanwhile at the door*

There’s a guy at the door in a suit with his arms crossed in a semi intimidating fashion. Shawn’s half naked with one of the strongest hardons of his life hidden behind the door, and he’s a little confused and annoyed at the interruption.

“Hi. Can I help you?”

“Is Miss. Y/l/n here?” The guy asked.

Shawn raised an eyebrow. “Who’s asking?”

“I am sir. We got a disturbance call, and I’m checking to make sure things are alright.”

“Oh….Oh! Yea, no I understand why you might have gotten that call but I assure you things are fine here.” He snorted.

“Yes, well I assure you just as soon as I see her alive and well, I’ll take your word for it.”

The shit he went through for sex.

“Look dude,” He sighed pulling the door open to reveal the sheets bunched awkwardly around his very naked waist. “She’s not in any pain she doesn’t want to be in. We’ll try to keep it down.”

“I’m sure that might be, but we take our jobs very seriously here and I’ve yet to see y/n, so I’m afraid I cannot leave you alone in an apartment you don’t live in.”

He rolled his eyes and turned to call into the house. “Y/n! Will you please tell the not so nice security guard than I am fucking you, not killing you!”

“SHAWN! IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR DUMB ASS FROM IN FRONT OF MY DOOR!!”

“Anymore questions?” He asked the guard politely before closing the door in his face.

*Meanwhile back in the bedroom*

“You better have been fucking joking.”

He dropped the sheet from around his waist and wrapped his fingers around his dick working himself back up to peak hardness.

“Not at all. But I’m not done with you yet. Be a good girl and lie back.”

“But Shawn--”

“Be a good girl and lie back and I’ll let you cum on my tongue before I fuck the shit out of you.”

You lie back for him. Duh.

If you wanted to buy me a Kofi so I can not be poor that would be dope.

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Good Jokes

Chapter 19

Stars wheeled above Tommy’s head in constellations he didn’t recognize. His eyes slowly fell into focus, and they moved sluggishly as he tracked the dust motes swimming in front of his nose. The nausea was gone, replaced with a strange lightness in his limbs; an airy, detached feeling he wasn’t quite sure he enjoyed. When he raised his head to look around, his body responded several beats slower than he’d like.

So this was Xen. It… didn’t look like much. Tommy had been deposited on a hunk of floating rock in the middle of a nebulous void, clustered around other asteroids rotated and spun like tortoises. It was unnaturally small, he noted. There was no way the hordes of aliens that had flooded Black Mesa had originated here. Spatially speaking, it was impossible.

But Tommy had just lived through an entire week of the impossible, and his survival depended on suspension of disbelief. He watched the landmasses floating past as he flicked through his thoughts. The ground beneath him had a light, chalky texture. Tommy skimmed his palms across the surface in an attempt to ground himself.

He felt untethered in a dangerous way. Vulnerable and exposed and… something frighteningly new.

Mortal.

It was very likely he could die here, he realized. Die for real. Die and not come back. Die with real consequences. His heart was delayed in its reaction, thumping out an anxious rhythm that was too slow to be natural. He was stretched out like taffy here, and if he broke it would end him permanently. Tommy was suddenly very, very afraid.

He forced his limbs to move, pushing himself into a sitting position with an effort that was worrying. Dr. Coomer had made it through - he was dangling his legs contemplatively over the edge of the rock they were floating on - as had Gordon, who was casting a wide-eyed stare at their surroundings, too awed for words. Bubby was nowhere to be seen, but Tommy was too busy wrestling against the static in his body to spare the prototype much concern.

He couldn’t lose it here. Not now. His pulse was thin and rabbity and oh so mortal, but if Tommy started freaking out in this unreal and dangerous plane, he’d surely die.

In that moment, Gordon wheeled and caught Tommy’s gaze, giving him a brief pass for injury before fixing on his face. “This is fucking crazy,” he breathed. “I can’t believe this is real.”

Tommy swallowed and managed a weak nod. No, he would not be dying on this planet. Look around, he thought, figure it out, build a solid foundation on fact. He drew in a steadying breath.

There was - somehow - an atmosphere on Xen, which Tommy deduced from the lack of boiling in his eyeballs, as well as a decent amount of oxygen, evident from Gordon being able to speak without instantly suffocating. The guy really should have put the helmet of his suit on before entering the portal, he thought distractedly. Gordon didn’t seem to be experiencing the same slowness in his limbs as Tommy was, which was good. Better to have one barely capable teammate than an entire downed crew.

They were short a member, though. Tommy didn’t miss the worried trill in Coomer’s voice when he said, “I haven’t seen him since we… I - I don’t know.”

“Oh no,” Gordon muttered. He passed another narrowed glance around them. “Where’s Benrey?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? Where had the entity gone, exactly, now that he was no longer bound by the structural laws of Earth’s plane? A dark premonition told Tommy they would be playing on his turf while they were here on Xen. Best to tread lightly. Shouldn’t be too hard, considering the gravity level.

Gordon shaded his eyes against the glow of the nebulas around him. “Did you see that?” he murmured.

“See what, Gordon?” Coomer asked.

Tommy heard a sharp intake of breath, a shift of dry gravel as Gordon took a step back. “Whoa.”

He flicked his gaze up at what had alarmed the man, and sucked in a startled gasp of his own.

Benrey had ballooned to a grotesquely colossal size, hovering nearby with that same placid smile stretched across his mouth. Uneasy, Tommy scrambled to his feet, and immediately was forced to double over from the sudden rush of blood to his head. The entity’s eyes, two gelatinous circles of yellowed flypaper, rolled from Gordon to Tommy. His lip curled back to reveal his jagged grin, each individual tooth the length of a fully grown man.

“What?” Gordon harshed out in disbelief.

Dr. Coomer, wholly put off, only uttered a small, “oh.”

Head spinning, Tommy managed to stand to his full height and draw his rifle from his shoulder. He made the mistake of catching the entity’s gaze and rapidly looked away. Okay, no, yeah, the nausea was back.

Gordon held out a hand defensively. “Hey, man,” he began.

The force of Benrey’s voice shook the platform they stood on. “Yo.”

Gordon fought valiantly to remain calm, but Tommy could detect the panic running a cold undercurrent beneath his voice. “What’s up? You look a little - you look kinda… big, there.”

Benrey’s enormous shoulders rolled in a shrug. “I’ve been tellin’ you to go back. I dunno man, you’re not listening to me. It kinda hurts.”

“Why do you want us to go back? What is happening?” Gordon asked. His face quickly hardened from shock to indignation as his brain began piecing together the facts. “Hold on. Hold on. Hold on,” he growled. “I was fucking right. It’s you, man!”

Benrey’s lips, if possible, stretched thinner as his grin widened. “Yo, it’s me!” he affirmed, buffeting them with his breath. “What’s up?”

Tommy covered his mouth and nose with one hand while Gordon sliced his arm in a threatening arc. “Don’t come any closer. Stay at that distance,” he warned.

Benrey’s mile-wide smile didn’t waver. “What the hell, man?” he asked. “Why are you freaking out?

“Because this is insane!” Gordon barked. He tore his eyes away from the creature to cast a worried look at the boxer beside him. “Dr. Coomer, what do we do?”

A tense few seconds of silence passed. Coomer’s voice was quiet when he responded. “Gordon. I’m scared.”

Gordon pivoted anxiously to Tommy again, who had managed to aim his rifle at Benrey. “Tommy. Tommy,” he hissed.

He darted him a look. “Yeah?”

“Make a run for it, okay? I’m gonna distract him.”

Tommy frowned. Like hell he would. If Gordon thought Tommy would leave his side after everything they’ve already faced, the man was dumber than he thought. He gave a sharp shake of his head and Gordon turned away with a sigh.

The entity was still watching them with a predatory expectancy. Gordon made another attempt to act like it was normal to speak with a man so large his mouth was a cave. “Hey what’s y - ah, what’s your favorite - what’s your PlayStation 3 gamer, uh gamertag-” he fumbled, muttering under his breath. “Do they call it gamertag? I dunno. I dunno, man. What’s your na-”

Benrey’s grin fell into an amused smirk. “That’s private information,” he answered. “You shouldn’t be asking that.”

“...‘Kay,” Gordon responded flatly. He returned his attention to a despondent Coomer. “How do we get him out of here? I feel like if we move he’s gonna fuckin’ eat us, or something.”

That made the entity laugh, vibrating the asteroid they were standing on. “Wanna kiss?”

Gordon startled backwards. “No!”

He scrambled away just as Benrey drifted closer, taking a flying leap from one platform to the one adjacent in what was far too great a distance to be natural. Tommy watched Gordon skid with all his weight on one foot as he adjusted to the gravity, and once he was certain of a safe landing, he grabbed Dr. Coomer and they made the jump together.

Gordon was still shouting at Benrey as they touched down. “You can stay there. You can stay there. Over there-”

“Yo, come back,” came Benrey’s distant whine.

“No,” Gordon bit back, insistent.

Tommy helped Coomer to a steady standing position and brushed the dust off his lab coat. A pointless action, perhaps, considering how crusted it was already with dried blood and alien gore, but Tommy was more focused on the scientist’s hollow stare as he tapped his shoulder in a “you good?” manner.

Dr. Coomer met his eyes and gave a very slow nod. His grip on his weapon was shaking.

Benrey, further back, swam lazily through the stardust as he basked in Gordon’s attention. “Man, we used to be great friends,” he said.

Tommy scoffed. He’d heard this one before.

“We were never friends,” Gordon barked. “We were never friends. There was maybe-”

“Remember those days where we played - we were playin’ in the sand and in the mud, we played in the mud all the time? Great friends.”

Gordon looked to Tommy, who managed to roll his eyes. Being the size of the house didn’t change Benrey’s tendency to act like a complete ass, it seemed, though Tommy’s nerves were still alight with apprehension as the creature stared them all down.

“I don’t think - I have a - you are forging these memories, dude,” Gordon went on, backpedaling quickly as Benrey lurched closer. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit.”

God, he really looked awful at this size. Tommy’s instinct to keep an eye on the most immediate threat warred with the revulsion of seeing an almost-human with pores the size of mailboxes. He shook out his right hand, then his left, as if that could get rid of the crawling feeling on his skin. Benrey blinked, slow and wet, at the three of them.

“Hug?” he asked.

Gordon made a noise that could only be described as “fuck no” and booked it.

As they hopscotched across the levitating platforms, Tommy gradually gained his bearings, adjusting to the weightlessness and the loose grasp this plane held on the laws of matter. Feeling a bit more oriented (but not an iota safer), he was able to notice more detail in the architecture here. The spires that lanced into the milky starlight above were definitely otherworldly, but a few features in this plane were recognizable to Tommy, such as a support beam in the shape of a lava lamp, and… were these Pop Rocks under his shoes?

Another rock formation swam past and he leapt lightly across the gap. Gordon was connecting a dotted path toward the largest landmass in this nebulous thing that passed for a planet, putting as much distance between himself and the entity as possible.

“Okay. Okay,” He huffed. “So, I guess Bubby - we have to forget about him because we have more pressing matters on hand right now.”

Coomer deflated vizibly at this notion, but he said nothing. They kept moving.

Now that Tommy was looking for it, he caught a number of other items from Earth in this plane. Busted copies of old video games, value sized bags of sweets, and other assorted oddities dotted the landscape, fusing and unfusing with the skeletal architecture like Xen was some kind of extraplanar bowerbird nest. He blinked with disorientation as he struggled to track it all. These were all things Benrey liked, he concluded, and suspicion coiled in Tommy’s stomach. Perhaps he had underestimated how much influence the entity held over this plane. It was probably best not to discount how easily he could kill them all here.

Gordon was in the same vein of thinking. “We have to get away from whatever the hell Benrey is,” he warned them, before lamenting to himself, “Why, why, why, why? Why is this my life? Why does it have to be this way?”

Tommy wasn’t sure if Gordon intended for the others to hear him, so he only grimaced and shot the man a sympathetic look in response. The whites of his eyes were showing stark in that frightened, deerlike way. He was terrified, but still somehow holding it together.

“Is he gone?” Gordon asked, right as the entity loomed into view. “Oh god. Oh god. Hide from him!” he hissed, throwing out a frantic gesture. “Tommy, get out - get out of sight! Don’t let him see y-”

Tommy’s position didn’t seem to matter that much, as the entity kept his luminous gaze on Gordon exclusively. “I can see wherever you go, friend!” Benrey boomed. “I have scans of your feet as well!”

“I don’t want you to have those!” Gordon replied, vaulting over the edge of the structure onto a nearby rock formation. “And they told me you didn’t!”

“Stop right there, Mister Gordon Feetman.”

Benrey leaned in close as the platform swung past him. Gordon stood tall and fired on the creature with all he had, even while trembling in his boots, and Tommy loved him for his fearlessness.

The entity seemed content to play with his food for now, taking the gunfire without so much as a flinch while the platform circled away from him. As Gordon, panicked and gasping for air, slid out of range, Benrey turned his glistening smile on Tommy and Dr. Coomer. His chin and neck were honeycombed with bullet wounds, and blood slid slow and thick down into the collar of his uniform.

Benrey winked at Tommy. Tommy racked his rifle in response, though fear was furrowing bone-deep in his limbs. Getting killed by this guy in the ass end of space would be a pretty embarrassing way to die, all things considered.

His attention was ripped away by Gordon charging past them, arm raised to fire. Tommy wheeled and met the wave of peeper puppies skittering toward them. He took aim and shot them down one by one as they approached, reminding himself to be conscious of the weightlessness in his body and the pulse in his neck that could be stopped in a second. You’re mortal. You’re mortal. You can’t slip up here.

Through the pepper of gunfire, Tommy heard Gordon utter a bewildered, “Bubby! What?”

Coomer popped the last alien with a slug of lead and snapped his attention to Gordon. He was staring, puzzled, at a static point on the ceiling a few yards away. Tommy looked, too, blinking through spatial disorientation as a full-sized Hot Wheels car phased through the prototype’s body. Bubby dropped from the stalactite he was clinging to, stumbling to an unsteady landing on their level.

Coomer exhaled in audible relief at the sight of him.

Bubby adjusted his glasses and dusted himself off, as if that bizarre entrance had all been planned. “God dammit, I thought I was out of there.”

Gordon’s gun arm hung in limp confusion at his side. “What just happened? Did you just turn into a car?”

A beat of silence passed as asteroids skimmed around them like pontoons.

“Look,” Bubby muttered, tossing an awkward look at the vehicle over his head. “We all have secrets.”

As Dr. Coomer pulled the other scientist into a hug, Benrey leered around the corner, aiming his yellow, pointed smile at them. The four of them hurriedly clambered through one of the cracks in the chalky stone walls and out of the monster’s line of sight.

The odds and ends Tommy had been seeing were tangled up in a scattered nest inside. He stepped gingerly over knotted shoelaces, a broken plasma ball, and sixteen copies of FIFA 08 as he followed the others toward the glowing teleporter in the cavern’s center. It hummed lowly, spiderwebbed between pillars, far more organic than the portals Tommy was accustomed to.

“What are these?” Gordon breathed. “There’s way more to this than we knew, huh?”

“The alien landforms here are beautiful,” Coomer intoned sarcastically.

Tommy crunched over broken glass and bottlecaps as he circled the room. Had Benrey taken them… home? Was this his home? How long had he been collecting this stuff? Tommy was having difficulty reconciling the two vastly different environmental factors of this place, alien and terrestrial, while Gordon and Bubby debated the safety of the teleporter.

“Well, either you’re stranded in an alien world, or you’re sent somewhere safe, or you’re instantly killed by it,” Bubby reasoned flatly. “So, take your pick.”

In that moment, Benrey’s face squeezed between the rock like flesh through cheesecloth, and Gordon pulled Tommy by the wrist through the portal before they could vomit at the sight of it.

Chapter 18 <-----> Chapter 20

#ink #fanfiction #good jokes #part of my endeavor to relocate all my ao3 work #body horror #BIG BODY HORROR ON THIS ONE #violence #guns #hlvrai

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