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demons-and-demigods · 8 months ago

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Demons and Demigods Part Six: Tartarus

Edit 4/12/24: okay so I might come back to this part and rewrite it at some point. I'll make a second post for that just to keep this one around bc i do like it, i just think it could be More lol

Alright, so this part is gonna be part hand-wavey transitions part written scene. I didn't want to split it up, so you'll just have to bear with me here for this one. This part also features dark!percy and, you know, The Horrors. Let me know if you want any warnings added to this one and I'll add them.

They get to Rome, split up to do their things, find Nico, fight the twins, Annabeth finds the Athena Parthenos, etc. Sam and Dean are stuck in Mystery Spot the same day Percabeth falls into Tartarus. And because demigods are ~weird~ they can all sense that something is off each repeat (especially because Percy and Annabeth seem Extra Off), and the Wednesday that Dean dies and then stays dead for four months is really fucking weird bc the demigods are just like, they know that nothing they do now is gonna stick they can feel it and Gaea and the Giants have like, stopped pulling shit so they’re just like wtf is going on. Then the world resets again and Percabeth has just fallen into Tartarus and off we go to continue the story. The demigods can sense that whatever was going on is over now and they hustle to get back to work. 

Percabeth did not get reset because Tartarus works different and is beyond the reach and powers of a trickster (even if said trickster is actually the archangel Gabriel in disguise) so they were falling for longer than is canon and then spent a lot longer down there than in canon bc I’m a sadist <3 so the Percy and Annabeth that the rest of the seven interacted with on each reset were just illusions repeating canned lines.

(I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: this is my au and I can fuck with the timelines if I want to, so I am. Does it make sense? No. Do I care? Also no. I'm just having fun, don't think about any of it too hard.)

Now begins The Horrors.

Percabeth is in Tartarus dealing with The Horrors for like, a year. Between the topside Mystery Spot resets not affecting the Pit and time working differently down there anyway, it’s a long ass time for them. Tartarus is Large, it takes a long time to traverse its expanse. They suffer through drinking the fire water and trying desperately to stay alive to make it to the Doors. It’s been months and they’ve both started to lose themselves a little to the nature of the Pit. Percy is a little more vicious when cutting down monsters, Annabeth is a little slower to reign him in. It’s . . . almost easier down there. It’s all cut a dry. It’s just kill or be killed. It’s us or them. There is nothing but fight and kill and stay alive and always keep moving. It’s simple. 

Bob shows up and it’s a reminder that there’s more out there, a reminder of who they were and what they’re fighting for when they had begun to forget that there had ever been anything other than Hell. They regain a little bit of who they were before the Fall. 

The arai fuck shit up real bad lmao. They fight and get cursed and then Annabeth is blinded and she can’t find Percy and Percy is enraged. He stops caring about anything but getting to her, he doesn’t care about all the curses he is taking on, he can’t feel the pain of them anymore. The arai fall all around him with every swing of his sword. The curses pile up and still he doesn’t stop. They mean nothing in the face of his rage and desperation to get back to Annabeth’s side. 

And then it happens. He cuts down an arai and then he’s on the ground. Annabeth is still calling for him and the arai are laughing at him. The curse of Phineas, they cackle. A slow, painful death for the son of Poseidon who has caused so much suffering and pain; it is fitting. 

Percy is in unbearable pain; his blood is boiling in his veins and his skin is sloughing off his bones. His head is pounding and throbbing and he thinks it might explode. His muscles are burning and tearing themselves apart as his bones liquify. He knows that he is dying and fears that he won’t. Still he tries to get up, tries to stand and continue fighting. He refuses to go out without a fight, and he refuses to leave Annabeth to suffer the nightmares of this place alone. 

He manages to get back to his feet, although he has no idea how, and he has not the strength to lift his sword, barely the strength to grip it. And so he lunges, ripping the arai apart with hands and teeth as he burns, everything burning burning burning. But Annabeth is always just out of reach and his strength cannot last forever. He goes down. His vision is fading and he can’t tell if he’s breathing, he’s not even sure he has lungs to breathe with anymore. With the last of his strength he turns his gaze to the vaguely silver outline of where Bob is standing off to the side and prays. He begs with the shredded remains of his deteriorating mind for Bob to keep Annabeth safe. He apologizes for never visiting, for being a bad friend. 

And then the lights go out and Percy knows that this is it. He has a moment to wonder if his soul will remain trapped in Tartarus for all eternity or if it will manage to escape. With his luck, he doubts it. 

Bob moves, then. He clears away the arai and grabs Annabeth before she walks off the cliff. He heals her and carries her over to where Percy is lying still on the ground. Annabeth begs Bob to help him, cradles him in her arms and tells him that he can’t die, he can’t leave her to find the Doors alone, she needs him. Bob tries to heal him. 

Percy is a gruesome sight. He’s bleeding from a hundred different wounds, one of his legs looks broken and there is bone sticking out of his arm. He’s covered in blood and bruises and burns and he’s far too cold. 

Bob manages to fix most of the wounds and heals the broken bones. But the gorgon’s blood poison is beyond his abilities to take care of. They head to Damasen’s. 

Annabeth is wary, but desperate, and Bob is holding Percy so she had no choice but to follow. 

Damasen helps them, albeit reluctantly. Percy slowly gets better. Annabeth is thankful for the weeks of rest they get at Damasen’s hut while Percy recovers. Eventually, however, Percy is as healed as he is going to get in Tartarus, where the very air they breathe is slowly killing them, and they need to move on. 

It’s slow progress, heading towards the lady Bob says can help them with the death mist stuff, but they make it. Bob couldn’t come with them all the way, but he promised to meet them afterwards. 

And then Misery herself shows up and she is going to kill them. After everything else they’ve been through, after everything else they’ve done to get this far, they’re going to die at the hands of a sniveling, whining old hag? No. 

Percy is angry. He is furious. He wrests control of the poison from her and reverses its flow. He grabs hold of her tears and snot and saliva and forces it back, making her sob harder and it only gives him more to work with. Annabeth stands back and watches. 

Percy sees just how much misery Misery can take. She is begging him to let her go and he can’t help but laugh. It’s pitiful, how quickly she’s given in, given up. That cracked glass orb somewhere in the core of him shatters. And all of a sudden, he can feel. He can sense the congestion rattling in her lungs and the ichor pumping through her veins. 

He wants to grab hold of it, grab hold of everything in her and make her scream. He wants to make her feel even a fraction of the pain that he and Annabeth have had to endure down here. 

But then Annabeth’s ghoulish hand is on his arm and he turns to look at her and her eyes are sharp, even from beneath the guise of the death mist, and she shakes her head. He tilts his, asking, are you sure? He can kill this goddess, he is suddenly certain of this fact, and he would, if Annabeth told him to. She shakes her head again. 

He clears a path and lets Misery go. 

Nyx is frightening, yes, but Percy can feel the ichor in her veins just as easily as he could in Misery’s. He is not as afraid as he knows he should be. 

They survive the House of Night and make it to the other side intact. 

Percy can sense Annabeth’s heart pounding as they run, can feel her blood pumping and it makes his head throb, but they don’t have time for him to think about it, so he shoves it to the back of his mind and carries on. 

They meet up with Bob. Percy can almost hear the ichor in his veins and he can sense every movement Bob is about to make, can feel his muscles tense and stretch. 

They make it to the Doors and Percy can hardly think over the sound of all the blood pumping within the horde of monsters before them. It echoes in his head, gallons of blood and ichor roaring in his ears. He stumbles and Annabeth catches him. He can’t hear her worried questions over the pounding in his head. 

He gets it under control. 

They make it to the Doors and cut one chain. They fight. Tartarus himself appears. 

Percy drops his sword. He claps his hands over his ears and screams. He can feel it now, the body of Tartarus coming to life beneath their feet; the rivers of the Underworld flow through his veins, monsters writhe around in pustules on his skin. They stand atop the thunderous beating of his massive heart. 

Percy can feel it all and he can feel his mind begin to fray at the immensity of it, at the truth of the Pit. Mortal minds were not meant to bear this reality. 

Annabeth is kneeling in front of him (he doesn’t remember hitting the ground) and her hands are covering his over his ears and she’s trying to talk to him but all he can hear is the rushing of the rivers beneath Tartarus’ skin. Bob is fighting off monsters and his brothers as the manifestation of Tartarus watches from the sidelines. Damasen is there (when did he get here? Percy’s mind is fracturing, he can’t think straight, he can’t keep track of what’s going on) and Percy blinks and Damasen has thrown himself at Tartarus and Annabeth is trying to haul him into the Doors. 

Percy tries to speak but he can’t seem to make his voice work. They need to stay, to help their friends. They can’t leave Bob and Damasen behind. 

Annabeth is crying. 

Percy reaches up to wipe the tears from her cheeks and tries to focus only on her, tries to block out the body of Tartarus and the horde of monsters. 

Suddenly, Bob is there, scooping them up and depositing them in the elevator. “The button must be held for twelve minutes or else the Doors will open and you will die, trapped within whatever lies between here and the surface.” 

Annabeth tries to protest. Percy can barely make out what Bob is saying. 

“I will hold the button,” Bob says. “Thank you, friends, for giving us hope.” He glances over his shoulder at where Damasen and his drakon are holding off the tide of monsters and trying to keep Tartarus at bay. “We will do this for you, and we are honored to. You must hold the Doors closed on your side. They do not like the living and will try to spit you out.” 

Bob presses the button and the Doors begin to slide closed. “Please tell the sun and stars I say hello,” he says with a soft smile, and the Doors shut. 

It’s a long, long ride back to the surface. Annabeth and Percy throw their shoulders into the Doors, fighting to keep them closed. Annabeth sobs, but Percy still isn’t quite all there. 

The longer they’re in the elevator and the farther they get from the Pit, the more Percy begins to come back to himself. Annabeth watches the awareness slowly return to his eyes and his face crumple with despair as he regains his mind and can finally make sense of what just happened. 

They mourn, but they keep the Doors closed. 

Above, the whole thing with Pasiphae and Clytius is happening. The Doors ding. Leo throws a screwdriver to hit the button. 

The Doors slide open. 

Percy and Annabeth tumble out, still clinging to each other even as they collapse. 

They look dead. 

Clytius uses them to speak and everyone is pissed off, then Hazel and Hecate kill him <3 

Percy and Annabeth are alive, but only just. And they’re out. Nico and Hazel kneel on either side of them. Nico reaches out to clutch at the tattered remains of Percy’s shirt and Hazel grabs hold of Annabeth’s wrist. 

The others gather around and hold hands. Nico and Hazel shadow travel them all out of there. 

In the light, it’s worse. 

Reyna and Coach Hedge meet them on the hilltop and freeze. Hedge starts cursing up a storm and Reyna chokes back bile. Leo turns around and throws up. Frank gags. Hazel sobs and Nico feels like he can’t breathe. Piper turns and buries her head in Jason’s chest. He wraps his arms around her tightly but can’t bring himself to look away from Percy and Annabeth. 

They’re horrifyingly thin, emaciated. The tattered remnants of their clothes hang off their skeletal frames. Their skin was pale and sallow, their cheeks sunken. Their chests rattled with each shallow, labored breath. They were covered in cuts and bruises, weeping lacerations and half-healed scabs littering their skin beneath layers of dirt and grime and other nasty substances. 

The others wondered just how long Percy and Annabeth had been down there. 

Jason gently lifts Percy into his arms and flies him to the ship, Frank right behind him as a dragon with Annabeth carefully cradled in his claws. 

Reyna, Hedge, and Nico leave with the Athena Parthenos. 

Percy and Annabeth are settled in two beds in the small infirmary on the Argo II to rest. No one knows when (if) they’ll wake up. Someone is always with them, though. Be it Hazel gently wiping the grime from their skin or Piper carefully cleaning their wounds, Jason dribbling nectar between their cracked lips or Frank doing some physical therapy exercises to try and keep their muscles from atrophying any further. 

The boat was quiet and tense, everyone waiting with bated breath for Percy and Annabeth to wake up. 

And eventually, they did. 

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kariachi · 9 months ago

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Some fanfic! More necromancer au stuff, this time set after Enemy of My Frenemy.

Kevin died and shit has to be done about it.

There was a practiced ease to Kevin’s wardings anymore. He remembered the first one with what was almost too much clarity- how slowly everything had gone as Argit checked diagrams and played back audio files of books he couldn’t read. The mechanical repetition of ‘the fire will be safe’. Kevin using his powers to take in oxygen, worried even the movement of breathing might fuck something up. The undercurrent of desperation beneath every heartbeat between them.

Anymore it was nearly old hat.

“-and I told them, you know I told them!”

“I know you told them.”

“But do they listen? No, of course not! ‘That Kevin, he’s just being an asshole again’, and what happens?”

“You die on me.”

“I die on you!” As always aggravation and worry practically rolled off Argit as he worked, tracing runes along Kevin’s body in liver, blood, and whatever other bits and pieces the magic needed. Kevin didn’t pay attention anymore, whatever else went on between them, he trusted him with this. After all, this was far from their first rodeo, and he took warding him very seriously. “You know they’re trying to pretend it didn’t happen?”

“Really-” Argit rolled his eyes as he spoke, one ear twitching in its spot against his mane. “-can’t imagine why anyone would do that.”

“Hush it.” Kevin didn’t sock his arm like he would have normally, but they both knew it was there in spirit. “I get it, I really do, I just coulda done with an apology before they went all ‘nothing happened everything is fine’ mode.”

“You’re too good to them, this needs more than an apology.”

“It’s rough on them. I mean, G watched me get murdered in front of her-”

“Only because she dragged you out there in the first place.” Huffing, Argit caught his jaw in one hand, drawing out the sharp angles Erinaens only put into their magic over the major lines of Kevin’s face. “If I thought I could without commanding her I’d be using her blood in this rather than mine.”

“You’re gonna hold this against her forever, aren’t you?”

“If she lives that long.” With a sigh and smile despite himself, Kevin reached up to stroke his fingers over one of Argit’s ears.

“Slow deep breathes, man. She’s already suffering.” He let Argit tilt his head up- he may have been stronger than he looked but there was no way he was moving Kevin if he didn’t want it- and sighed as he pressed his nose up beneath his jaw. They stayed like that for a long moment, fingers at ears and nose at throat, before Argit sighed.

“This is the third time you’ve died on me, Ravrsa.” A near whine came unbidden to Kevin’s throat.

“I try not to. I promised I would, remember?”

“I know.” With a brief nuzzle, Argit pulled away and went back to his finishing touches. The two sat in a familiar silence as he got the runes on Kevin’s face the way he wanted them, checked every marked inch of bare skin to ensure everything was perfect. Did a quick check of the more complex diagrams he was working off now. Every time something with magic or death happened to Kevin, he went for something more intricate, that took more power, and would make him harder to hurt.

“We about good,” Kevin asked with all the calm of somebody who had been in this exact position what was now seven times as the final check went by with affirmative sounding murmurs.

“Yeah.” With each moment that passed Argit’s ears came further off his mane and his quills smoothed. “Yeah, you ready?” With a deep breath and a bit of shifting, Kevin centered himself. Magic could be just as… fun, as any other type of energy, and it took effort to let it pass over and through him without reaching for it. When he was acting as a conduit, when it went through and out, was one thing, but when it was staying… This would be his first warding since he fell off the wagon and he would need to keep a tight grip on himself.

“Ready.” Argit gave him a sharp look over for any sign of weakness, then chattered an affirmative. Kevin closed his eyes as he laid a hand on the runes, keenly aware as magic began to pour into them.

All magic, all life energy, felt different from the electricity he’d long been used to, a steady, flowing thing in counter to manic crackling, not as tempting but easier to take in. Electricity yearned, it leapt into your arms and begged to be set loose. Kevin didn’t discuss such matters with Gwen, no matter what she wanted they weren’t that close yet, but with Argit he had described it as a wild thing, a beast that heeded his call yet always strained to break loose even as it jumped to his every order. But magic, magic knew where it was going, and it went with a smooth and steady grace that belied its power. It washed over you, sunk into you before you’d even realized, needed that bit more strain to divert it from its path and to follow orders.

And he wasn’t ashamed to admit that Argit’s was his favorite, even ahead of his own.

His magic was a constant flowing stream beneath his flesh, a constant presence that brought comfort as much as it kept his nerves aware of the power he wouldn’t take. Charmcaster’s magic had been like standing in the shallows of the coast, feeling the waves crash around your calves, around his mind, and she had kept it neatly tucked away like Argit and his mom. That one had been like standing in a whirlpool, swaying in circles as he was made to do as she commanded. The Fulmini, his had been like a river washing him away, and the Citrakayah’s had been like gazing up from the bottom of a pool.

The Anodites didn’t bother hiding anything, he didn’t know if they even realized they didn’t, and just being around them was a test of his resolve. Every minute with Gwen, much as he loved her, was rain falling on and through his skin and begging him to let it soak into his bones. Sunny had been the same way and their grandma had been worse. Legerdomain had been like dissolving into the ocean, intense, overwhelming, trying to make him part of itself and itself part of him.

Argit’s was a whirlpool, and Kevin had to wonder if such similarities were tied to families or the type of magic, large enough for him to rest comfortably in the center as the walls rose high around him. He was stronger than his mom, for all he refused to acknowledge what he was capable of outside of times like this. Stronger, and his magic flowed in time with Kevin’s own in a way that nobody else’s had. It was, supposedly, part of being a familiar, and why they could play off each other’s power well enough for him to fill the role. All he knew for sure was that it felt nearly like a part of him, and he had to clench his teeth to keep from reaching out to take it in, to pull more and more beneath his skin, to savor it like he was sinking in his teeth.

Vaguely he was aware of Argit’s hand coming up to massage his shoulder, of soothing words that meant nothing but a thing for him to drop his head to the side on, to rub his cheek on thin skin. Argit chuckled, brushed his knuckles over his cheek before his hand dropped away. There was a click, and heat that crooned to settle in his gut and stay forever. Kevin kept himself in line though, ignored the siren song as it burnt the magic down to cinders settling through him, forming a second skin over every nook and cranny of his being.

The whole thing wouldn’t have taken more than a minute, but it felt like the best kind of hour.

Kevin took another deep breath as Argit carded a hand through his hair, slowly and blearily opening his eyes. Argit was tired, a major ward for his best disaster, but his eyes were bright, mane smooth, ears upright. A favorite look, one that screamed Safety in his head. They shared a grin, and Argit leaned in to press his nose under the corner of his jaw.

“That,” he said, “is the second strongest ward I’ve been able to get my hands on. Anyone gets through that and the next up’ll turn anyone who magicks you into a smear.” Snorting, Kevin flashed his teeth as he pulled away.

“Thanks, Hedgehog.” With something almost a purr, Argit slipped a lock of hair behind Kevin’s ear before stepping away and tossing him back his clothes.

“Anything for you, buddy,” he said as Kevin laughed and started yanking shit on. “Now we just need to get your little jackasses set before someone gets hurt. Again.”

#fanfic #did i intend this to go into how kevin experiences the energy he works with and around? no #did it anyway? yes #is kevin's experience with this shit in any way similar to other people's? who the fuck knows #people mess with kevin a lot and argit is getting tired

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4birds-of-a-feather · 2 years ago

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Chapter 27 - Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight (when it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night) [part 6]

Birds Of a Feather

Look who Monty the cat dragged in! Hope you guys are fine and are gonna enjoy this, let us know what you think about it ✨

(In the previous chapter: despite their mutual attraction, Layla and Eddie decided to spend some time together in a platonic way; Stone wasn’t able to make Sara come out from the bathroom but has instead confessed her his feelings; Jeff has seen his bandmate go inside the bathroom and he knows Stone is with Sara, but what he doesn’t know is that the two of them are making out)

Seattle, 31st December 1984

“Here you are! Thought you had deserted us” Sara snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Jeff’s voice coming from behind: she turned around as he was already strolling in her direction, and she immediately felt her mouth dry. “I’m sorry, I-I came here to get some fresh air – I thought I was about to faint inside” the girl stammered, pointing at the room where It’s My Life was playing out loud “The balcony seemed like a clever idea” “It was, just like me bringing you some fruit punch” Jeff grinned, handing her a red cup that she gladly took. “You’re a lifesaver, thank you” “No problem” he went to sit on the railing, next to where now Sara was chewing the edge of her paper cup “Penny for your thoughts?” “Just a silly recollection…” the tips of her ears instantly reddened “You’d make fun of me” “I would never! I won’t, I promise” “Well, I was thinking about last New Year’s Eve, wondering how I spent it” “And…?” “... and I just realized it was probably me still crying because Dennis Wilson had died a couple of days before” she rested her elbows on the railing, then leaned her cheek on a hand “You know, Beach Boys’ drummer? And a year later I’m at a party, but I fled to the balcony because inside there’s too many people I don’t know… so yeah, a year may have passed but I’m still socially awkward, ugh” “Hey, I wouldn’t call ‘socially awkward’ someone who’s having zero problems chatting with a guy she’s known for seven months” “What, you’ve been counting or something?” she smirked at him, her voice showing amusement at his corniness. “Every single day” “Oh, shush” the girl immediately flushed, and Jeff couldn’t help but grin triumphantly because she was trying so hard not to smile but the half dimple on the right corner of her mouth said otherwise. “No, but seriously – you’re doing great” he was quick to make himself clear “I mean, you said it yourself: going to a party full of people you don’t know, with other people you barely know? In my book you sound like a total badass” “You think so?” “I do” he looked her in the eye “But that doesn’t mean that last year you were an utter loser because you spent New Year’s Eve crying over some dead musician… sounds like he meant a great deal to you” “He does, yeah” “I know my Brian Wilson and my Mike Love,” he began, while she frowned at the last person mentioned “but the other members… not so much, I’m afraid – except for the drummer’s association with Manson, obviously” “Yeah, I guess that’s public domain” Sara wrinkled her nose “Well, Dennis was the first one in the band to come out with a solo project, which I think has to be one of the saddest albums ever… still beautiful, though I haven’t been able to listen again to it after last year” “Understandable” “And he also made a movie with James Taylor that I have yet to watch but my father tells me it’s great – kind of a road-movie, made in the early ‘70s” “Sounds like something I’d like” “I think so too; he also wrote some pretty cool songs for the band, but he was obviously overshadowed by his brother” she sighed “Anyway, it’s all over now so I guess it doesn’t matter anymore” “It matters to you, that’s what’s important” She adjusted her scarf, avoiding his glance, then abruptly changed topic: “I listened to your tape” The bassist almost lost his balance but was able to recover at the last second: “Yeah? Verdict?” “You should seriously start to listen to some good ol’ folk, you can’t live just with punk music” “... that’s your feedback?!” this time he had begun to fall backwards, so he wisely jumped off the railing. “Yeah, that’s it” “Uhm, I-I guess I can see your point, but I also put Bowie and Beth by KISS! C’mon, you can’t tell me they’re punk, that’s-” “Honestly? That’s the sweetest thing somebody has ever done for me – and my dad is a worthy opponent in this competition, but you beat him anyway” the girl winked at him “You could have made a Barry Manilow compilation and I would have appreciated it all the same, because in any case it would have been something you made thinking of me” “Woah, I-uhm… thank you? I mean-” “Anyway, I need to lend you some tapes that I think are fundamental in the education of a person – especially for a musician like yourself” Sara kept on talking, then noticed he was giving her a funny look “What, what did I say?” “Nothing, just… I’m happy you liked it, I was hoping the tape could make you understand what you mean to me” Even though her feet were on the ground, the girl was still able to trip over an invisible obstacle. “Errrrr, thank God I didn’t drink the vodka they offered us before, otherw-” she babbled, but was interrupted by Jeff moving closer. “... Wanna go out with me?” “Like, right now? We shouldn’t ditch the others, it wouldn’t be f-” “No, silly!” the guy chuckled, the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes instantly giving her butterflies in her stomach “I agree with you, right now it would be really improper: wanna do this next week?” “You’re… serious” “Why shouldn’t I be? We can go to the movies and then grab something to eat” “Just the two of us?” “Unless you want that pain in the ass of Stone to tag along” he joked, trying to ignore the annoying thought of his friend being the third wheel. No words came out Sara’s mouth, so the guy panicked. “... you know what, I didn’t want to mess this up – just forget it” he dismissed the previous idea with frantic gestures of his hands “I’m sorry I embarrassed you, I-” “I’d love to” the girl had come closer and taken his hands in hers “I’m sorry if I made you believe I didn’t wanna go out with you, I just… I’m surprised you invited me, that’s all” “Hell, to be honest I’m surprised you accepted” Jeff let out a nervous chuckle, squeezing her hands in return “You sure? Just the two of us?” “Just the two of us” she said in a resolute tone, grinning at him, and he finally mirrored her relaxed smile. 1985 was about to start in the best possible way.

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Seattle, VedderAment’s place, 31st December 1990 (but not for much longer) “It’s barely a couple of minutes to midnight!” Layla yelled into Eddie’s ear as they held to each other and swayed to the music. <Excuse me, Miss Boulais, is it midnight? I’d check my watch, you know, but I just can’t take my eyes off you… JEEZ, I DIDN’T SAY IT OUT LOUD, DID I?> Eddie had a mind full of cheesy kissing pick up lines as it often happened when he was drunk or stoned. “Really? Uhm we’re almost there then hehe” he awkwardly replied as he couldn’t say if he was more inebriated by the booze, the song’s atmosphere, Layla’s delicate flowery perfume, the warmth of her breath against his face or her body pressed against his. “Yep!” Layla knew she should have said something earlier because now, right in the middle of the party, it was impossible to have a proper conversation about anything or even say anything more than best wishes. She tried to tell herself to enjoy the moment, which wasn’t bad at all, but she couldn’t help but regret her lack of courage. She was an overly worried type of drunk. <I’m here, slow dancing with a nice guy, who also happens to be very hot, and instead of just enjoying it, I keep on brooding over what I did and didn’t do...> 10! 9! 8! They kept dancing without saying a word, until Chris started shouting the countdown and everyone at the party followed him. Eddie and Layla stopped but were still holding each other as they were howling every number too. 7! 6! 5! <Wanna start the new year with a bang?> he couldn’t help thinking as they smiled at each other during the count. 4! 3! <Ok, that’s enough, I’m done! I’ll kiss him! Just like that. But what if he doesn’t want to? What if he pulls away? How can I save the situation? I could kiss him and make it seem like it was a mistake. Like I could be aiming at the cheek and then oops! And then just see where it goes from there… If he gets into it, that’s great, but if he doesn’t I can always say “sorry” and laugh about it and pretend nothing happened then go cry about it in my room later> Layla’s train of thoughts was very fast in those two seconds, as she pondered about her kissing attempt. 2! 1! <Can I be your first mistake of the year?> Eddie was disgusted but also surprised by his own creativity for pick-up lines as the last seconds of 1990 were ticking away. HAPPY FUCKIN’ NEW YEAR!!!!! Cornell screamed from the top of his lungs as chaos started around in the apartment at the stroke of midnight, so much that the music was barely audible, although Chris had turned back up at maximum volume. “Happy new year, Eddie!” Layla jumped and cheered and went to kiss him on the cheek. Right, on the cheek. Her previous determination gone out of the window, as always. Eddie kissed her cheek in turn and stood staring at her with a drunk smile, considering telling her that, talking about new year’s resolutions, he had a new one now and he was looking at it right at that moment. “Thanks, happy new year to you too” he said instead, keeping some dignity. <Why can’t I be uninhibited drunk instead of overthinking drunk?> Layla sighed internally as she took in Eddie’s disheveled beauty right in front of her and regretted their loser-style new year’s kisses. “1991 will be great for you and the band, I just know that!” the girl shook him by his shoulders and it was like he snapped up from sleep. “I trust you. You know, talking about resolutions…” Eddie started saying and it was like he could hear himself talking but couldn’t do anything to prevent it and was terrified of all the stupid shit that could come out of his mouth. “Yeah?” she asked as Eddie wouldn’t go on but just started dancing with her instead. “Uh, I have a new one. I didn’t mention it before because, well, it’s new” he said after Layla’s encouragement and was already saying a silent goodbye to his dignity. <I just hope she had enough alcohol to believe I’m charming and cool> “Ok, that’s great” “Yeah” he said as he kept swaying in time with the music. “And what is it?” she prompted him to talk as she thought the booze was probably starting to kick in and have the best of him. “Not be a loser anymore” he spoke into her ear as he stopped moving and subtly tightened his hold on the girl’s hips. “Oh. Well, that’s, that’s good” “Pucker up now, please” he looked up into her eyes and she saw an extremely serious expression on his face. “Wha-” Layla didn’t have time to understand what Eddie was talking about before his lips met hers in a sudden kiss. Layla wanted so badly to let her mind wander and mull over what was happening and the possible aftermath and consequences of it but she just couldn’t. The kiss was so surprising she was caught off guard and it was just that deep type of kiss that leaves little room for thought. The rush of sensations crawling across her body was the only thing she could focus on, together with the taste of him. Eddie pulled away only to look at her face, searching for reassurance, any hint or reaction that could tell him whether he had just fucked up big time or she liked being kissed. He had his answer in a couple of seconds, when the silent double stare broke into a mirrored dumbstruck smile. “... Fuck it” Layla said and he thought that it was serious if she used the F word. He managed to smirk before the girl decided that whatever it meant, whatever the consequences might be, whatever his lips were bringing, she wanted more and pulled him into a new kiss. They were lost in each other’s lips and it was like the outside world had ceased to exist. That was until a loud crash that sounded like an explosion broke the air and their kiss and brought them back to reality.

“Jesus H. Tap-dancing Christ, what the hell was that noise?!” Sara startled, then finally realized what had been happening for God knows how much time and immediately pushed herself away from Stone. “Sounded kinda like the roar you hear during an earthquake...” he casually observed with a smirk, touching his lips without taking his eyes off her. “Oh, that’s magnificent… fuckin’ A, we’ll be the first ones to drop like ants!” she growled, then kicked him in the leg “What the fuck are you waiting for?? Stand up, I need to go out!” “After all the trouble I went to come here? Over my dead body, missy” “You’re asking for it” she kicked him again “I’ve got zero problems with killing you to save myself: you’ll be just a fatality caused by the earthquake” “Only if you’re gonna cry at my funeral – first row, with a Hepburn LBD and this exact perfume” he went on, grabbing her ankle and trying to pull her close. “... you’re a sick motherfucker, you know that?” Sara shook him off, pushed him aside while he was guffawing and finally reached the handle “I’m not done with you” “That’s exactly what I was hoping you would say, Scout” “Go eat a dick, Boo Radley” she gave him a last fake smile then stormed out the bathroom with her ears and cheeks boiling. <Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick, let’s hope nobody noticed my absence… that son of a gun needs a good kicking> The girl stopped for a few seconds, trying to catch her breath and wondering if her lipstick had survived the havoc that Gossard had bestowed upon it, then craned her neck to see if anybody had seen what she had been up to, to no avail: the hall was empty, because apparently everybody had gathered in the living room. “Ames, I already told ya I’m fuckin’ sor-” “What the fuck should I do with your apologies, Chris?? Wipe my ass, that’s what I’m gonna do!” Jeff was shouting at his (ex) friend “What am I supposed to tell the landlord?? ‘My friend thought that shooting a goddamn confetti cannon against the ceiling would be a brilliant idea’?! That would surely make everything easy for me, yes sirree!” <Do not think about that idiot’s ass, Fancini, and focus on the main news: no earthquake and Mr. Montana’s imminent ass-kicking provided by his landlor-fuck, I thought about his ass, didn’t I?> Sara looked up, first of all trying to figure out how much did Chris actually fuck up and also to take her mind off the bassist’s butt. She noticed quite a large hole in the ceiling and a few confetti remains hanging from it. “You can always say it’s installation art” Steve suggested as Lukin on his side couldn’t seem to take off his squinting eyes from the confetti cannon disaster. “Yeah, it surely… uhm, transformed the perception of the space” Layla remarked, as Sara briefly looked at her friend and couldn’t help but notice Eddie’s arm looped around her waist – she didn’t think too much of it. “Sure! And it will transform the landlord’s perception too as he won’t hesitate invading our personal space to kick our asses!” Jeff flailed his arms around in frustration, while Sara silently cursed him for mentioning his cute ass once again. “Come on, it’s not bad! I mean, it is bad, but not that much. Nothing that can’t be repaired” Matt pointed out, trying to save his bandmate from the homicidal instincts of Ament. “Sure it can be repaired. At our expenses, of course” Jeff rubbed his face with his hands, trying to stay calm, but the people around him didn’t help. “Oh! You could ask the construction company that’s fixing our apartment! They’re not too expensive” Layla thought this would cheer the guy up a little but apparently she was wrong. “Well, thanks a lot, Four Eyes! They’re cheap and all but considering how quick they’re working at your place, do you think they’ll have the fuckin’ hole fixed on time for the next New Year’s party?” “Come on, Jeff, let’s not ruin the party now” Vedder exchanged a reassuring look with Layla and went to lighten up his bandmate’s mood. “Me? It wasn’t me, Chris ruined it” Ament shrugged and Cornell rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time. “How many times do I have to apologize to you?” “Listen, we’ll think about something tomorrow, I’ll try and see if I can do something. Tomorrow, though. Today we’re celebrating, ok?” Eddie went on and his attempt at keeping his friend calm wasn’t totally uninterested. <The sooner Jeff relaxes, the sooner we’ll all go back to the party and the sooner I’ll go back to the smooching> he thought, hoping he was really just thinking and not saying the word smooch aloud. “How sweet of him, improvising as a mason… I bet he’d pass himself off as a firefighter or a fuckin’ astronaut just to resume his favourite activity” Turner murmured under his breath, still bearing a sort of grudge against him because of Layla. “Hey, what’s happening he-OH. Jeffrey, how many times did I tell you not to do jumping jacks at home? You know you’re not exactly as light as a feather” Stone appeared out of nowhere and Sara had almost forgotten their escapade and was chuckling at his joke – at least until she turned to look at him and noticed a faint trace of her lipstick in the corner of his bottom lip. “HAHAHAHA OH, SHUT UP GOSSARD, GIVE HIM A BREAK!” the girl laughed exaggeratedly and shoved her hand upon Stone’s mouth as to playfully shush him up, but actually to subtly remove any evidence. <A flamethrower would be more effective but this will do for now> she thought as she felt a sort of satisfaction in almost suffocating the guy. Stone didn’t lose his composure and with a quick move he took her wrist, twisted it lightly, kissed her hand and smirked. “As you wish, Miss! How can I say no to such a gentle request?” Everybody turned to look at them with their faces scrunched up like crumpled paper; the color drained immediately from Sara’s face when she realized that all her previous caution had just been destroyed by the cocky attitude of her ex-friend. Silence was reigning until Ament cleared his throat: “Ok ok, considering everybody’s at least as wasted as Stone, we clearly can’t do anything now anyway” he paused and looked at Stone and Sara with a weird feeling gnawing at him that he couldn’t put a name on “You’re right, Ed, we’ll think about it tomorrow” “... Confetti hole” Lukin said out of the blue, while Chris turned the music back up and everyone went back to their own business. “Yeah, 1991 started with a bang” Steve snorted. “It looks like the sun” his friend said seriously. “Midnight sun” “Confetti sun, like it looks like the sun but it’s fake” “Uh-uh” “Confetti hole sun. Wouldn’t it be a great song title?” Lukin’s face suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree. “Yeah yeah, sure. Come on, let’s go have a drink” Steve shook his head and led his bandmate to the kitchen as the party slowly started again.

#Eddie Vedder #Jeff Ament #Pearl Jam #Eddie Vedder fanfiction #Pearl Jam fanfiction #grunge fanfiction #Jeff Ament fanfiction #Birds of a Feather #chapters

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sunnyie-eve · 1 year ago

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Devastated || 2. Untimely

Paring: (Christopher "Sully" Sullivan x Original Female Character Mance!)

Word Count: 1918

Warnings: slight language

Last: The Island | Next: Fumble

The next day everyone was supposed to be teamed up to do a scavenger hunt, so Jennifer dressed comfortably for the day.

"Oh, Jen!" Henry calls out to her as she walks in front of him someway so she turns around to face him, "For the scavenger hunt, we had a say in teams, so I made sure you weren't stuck with Sully for the day." He lets her know. "You should be yellow, and he should be blue. Trish wanted to put him with you, but I talked her out of it. I know you hate his flirting."

"You didn't have to do that, but I appreciate the thought." She laughs, walking with him to join the others.

"Look, we're all on the same team." Sully comes back from talking to Cal with a yellow bandanna.

Jennifer just looks at him, making Danny laugh, which catches Henry's attention, "Jennifer," He calls her over, "I'll let you join another team."

"Babe," Trish sighs.

"No, it's fine. Really, I can put up with him. Thank you, though. Now you two have fun." Jennifer winks at them going to join Danny, Chloe, Booth, and Sully.

The scavenger hunt wasn't that fun, and at the moment, Chloe wanted to go see where Wakefield was buried. "Wouldn't you kinda know where he is?" Chloe asks Jennifer as they look for it while the guys don't.

"I left the island before they did it. My mom, who got away, got me off the island."

"You're mom almost died?" Chloe asks, shocked.

"Yeah, and there he is." Jennifer points ahead.

"I'm gonna go tell the guys." Chloe leaves her side. She comes back with just Sully, "The guy at the museum told me they wouldn't bury him in consecrated land."

"He killed six people, almost seven. He doesn't even deserve this." Jennifer stares at the headstone, so Chloe makes her way back to the group.

"Almost seven?" Sully asks, confused.

"My mom..." She looks at him, "That's one of the reasons why she sent me away from here. The other was because she doesn't, didn't, believe he's really there." She looks back at the grave.

Sully looks at her, slowly leaning towards her to kiss her, so she leans away, making him stand up straight so she looks at him, "You never give up, do you? Even when it is obviously not a good time." Jennifer sighs, "Sully, it's been eleven years. You're a good guy, but you never think with the right head, and that's what doesn't help you with me." She lets him know before going to join the others, telling them she's done with the scavenger hunt.

Instead of going to the Inn, she goes to the docks to hopefully find Jimmy working, and luckily he was there, "Aren't you doing a scavenger hunt?" He sees her walking towards him.

"I quit because of a certain attractive 6'1 with blonde hair, blue eyes, and whose name is Christopher but goes by his last name but shorter." She explains to him.

"You having boy trouble?"

"He hasn't given up in eleven years, Jimmy." She takes a seat.

"Eleven years?! I didn't know it was that long."

"He's a playboy and thinks with the wrong head. I just don't wanna get hurt. Like he's already eyeing Chloe while flirting with me." She explains to him.

"I'm guessing you already told him in a kind way to give up?" He stops working a bit.

"You remember how I said eleven years, right? Of course, I told him. And then I'm having a moment about Mom making me leave at Wakefield's grave, and he tries kissing me."

"Yeah, he doesn't use the right head." Jimmy laughs.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I left... I'm sorry I never came back. And I'm sorry for leaving you to deal with our parents' death, but I couldn't do it. I had my reason why I didn't come back and why I was okay with Mom sending me away." Jennifer changes the topic, so he listens to her, "Dad hated me because of mom. After Mom was almost murdered, she went crazy with me and demanded I had to leave because she didn't believe Wakefield was dead and he would take me from her. Then Dad threatened me that if I ever stepped foot on this island, I would regret it. I was scared to come back home."

"Why do you think Dad hated you?" Jimmy walks towards her.

"I didn't think I knew because I heard them arguing one night. Jimmy, we have different dads. Mom had an affair with some guy she knew when she was around our age. Mom never told Dad who the guy was, and I for sure have no idea who. That's why he hated me. He thought I was his, and I wasn't."

Jimmy pulls his sister into his arms, hugging her as she tries not to cry, "I'm not mad or upset you left. And I never answered you because I didn't want you to come back. I thought you would be better off the island."

"Asshole," She laughs as she takes a seat and watches him for some time as they chat a bit.

"Permission to come aboard!" Henry comes towards the boat, "You quit too?" He laughs, seeing Jennifer.

"Sully," She smiles.

"Not surprised. Also nice. This is yours?"

"Yeah, I finally ponied up. Got it last spring." Jimmy tells him.

"Hey, listen, um, I wanted to come down here and make sure we're still cool. I know my brother and Shane got into it last night."

"Okay, that's been going on since we were kids. Come on, that never affected you and me." Jimmy tells him.

"Eh, still... I had a talk with JD earlier. I asked him to cool it until after the wedding."

"If you're asking me to talk to Shane, that's not going to change anything. It's just the way he is. Come on, you worked with him. You know how he is. Jen, especially knows first hand being his ex." Jimmy tells him so she nods her head.

"Uh... so listen, we're having a party tonight. A bonfire down at Harmon Beach. It should be fun. If you and Shane want to come by, hang out, we're gonna have a lot of food and cold beer." Henry invites him.

"I don't know. Tonight's going to be tough."

"Okay. Just wanted to invite you for old-time sake. Plus, I'm sure your sister misses you." He adds.

"I appreciate it."

"Well, I'm gonna go back with Hen. It was nice talking." Jennifer hugs Jimmy goodbye.

On the way back to the Inn, Henry asks what exactly did Sully do to make her quit the scavenger hunt.

"He tried kissing me after I said my Mom got away from Wakefield. At Wakefield's grave."

"I'm so sorry." Henry apologizes.

"You don't need to apologize for him. He's an adult that can apologize for his own actions. I wouldn't have a problem with him if he just took advice from us." Jennifer laughs.

"I'll talk to him."

"No, don't do that. Really, Henry. He won't listen now if he hasn't in the past." Jennifer begs him, "For me, don't."

"Since you asked, I won't."

"Thank you." She says as they arrive, so she goes straight to her room.

As she walks in, she sees a letter on the floor, so she picks it up to read it; Jennifer, on the outside. She opens up the envelope, taking the letter out to read it.

Have you ever wondered who your real father was? Being kept from him?

Jennifer puts the letter away, throwing it into the trash can. Only Jimmy knew because she just told him, so who the hell wrote that letter to put into her room.

After some time, there was a knock at her door, and she opened it to see Sully, "I want to apologize. No, Henry didn't come find me and give me a speech. Like you said, it was an inappropriate time, and yeah, I'm not the best guy..."

"I didn't say you were a bad guy. I said you're a good guy, but you never think with the right head. You want me to fall for your charm but you also eye Chloe from a distance. Tell me, Sully... how do you think that will work?" She lets him into her room.

"To be fair, I was hoping it would make you kind of jealous." He sits at the end of her bed.

"So for eleven years, every girl you come across near me you flirt with is to make me jealous? Yeah, I don't believe that." She sits next to him.

"Most were, but again I'm sorry. I should have noticed after eleven years of nothing, I should've given up."

"Change some, and you would be surprised. Now, get out of my room. I'll see you at the party." Jennifer gets up from the bed. Sully gets up, nodding his head with a slight smile leaving the room.

At the bonfire at night, everyone was having a good time eating and drinking. "Did you see that? I did it." Sully was happy with himself juggling.

"Not jaw-dropping but a small applause." Jennifer gives him one holding her beer.

"Thank you, my lady, for being the only one to care."

The sound of a punch makes everyone look to see Henry standing while Shane was on the ground. Jennifer goes over to get closer to hear them.

"Come on." Henry says but Shane just leaves.

Jennifer watches some before following him, "What the hell did you do now?"

"I didn't do shit. I have no idea what he's talking about. If I did something, you really think I would show up?" Shane steps closer to her.

"I don't know, you're pretty messed up."

"Believe whatever you want because I don't care." He tells her.

"Okay," She turns to go back to the party.

"Jimmy told me you guys talked and settled things." He speaks up.

"Yeah, I did. What about it, Shane?" She turns back around.

"Seven years ago, did you really what to fix things between us or?" He asks.

"I did, yes. But that was seven years ago. I'm sorry how things were left and I'm sorry we never got to end us on good terms." Jennifer tells him then goes back to the party.

"Hey, where did you go?" Danny asks as she joins them again.

"Talk to Shane and apologize for something in the past." She takes a seat, confusing him.

"They used to date before she left and it was on bad terms." Abby lets him know.

"You used to date that?" Sully looks at her.

"I did for five years. I know, don't add any comments, please." She begs him.

"Cal! Has anyone seen my cute little Englishman?" Chloe walks around.

"Oh, man." Jennifer hears Sully.

"Sully, why did you go, oh man?" She gets up.

"I might have forgotten to get him help... He's hanging upside down in the woods..." He tells her so he, Chloe, Jennifer, Malcolm, and Abby go find him.

Once they do, Chloe rushes over to him and Cal was slightly unconscious from hanging upside down for too long. "How do you forget about him?" Jen looks at Sully.

"I went to apologize to you, so I got sidetracked. I'm sorry." He apologizes.

"Don't tell me sorry; tell them." She points at the two.

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smoosnoom · 2 years ago

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can’t believe that i finally decided to comment all ur works that i read before daily compliments.

“let me steal this moment from you” became my first victim. tbh i haven’t read it since november i think?? and part of my brain which is responsible for memory is too occupied by remembering facts about u so i don’t remember plot sorry. this one is gonna be like the first time 🙏🏻

“If anything, it’s a miracle any of them are still awake and functioning.” no fr. they spent like a week in that uncomfortable van and the first thing they did after returning to hawkins is cleaned the cabin?? not even shower.

“At least it would save the catastrophe of seeing Argyle and Ted Wheeler interact.” ohh, i’d like to see that

“It’s blue. He imagines painting a yellow sun on it.” 🥺🥺 bc he’s yellow and sunshine and lights up every room he walks in. sorry i love him so much

“He wonders if he's more of a monster than a mistake.” ok i had 10 minutes tears break after that 🧍🏻‍♀️ maybe i Am crybaby idk

“He’s pretty sure it’s the first time they’ve laughed together since they’ve arrived back in Hawkins.” poor boys haven’t laughed in Weeks :( i wish i could fix everything for them

will wants to make “smalltown boy” with mike so bad and i can’t blame him. my boy deserves be as far away from hawkins as possible.

“He doesn’t have any time for self-doubt when Mike turns his hand over in Will’s grasp, until their hands are properly entwined” it’s all them. best friends, each other reassurance and safe space, soulmates if u want. i just love them ughhh. that’s why they hits so hard.

“we aren’t kids anymore” omg how do u exactly know where to put references?

“And we got to bury Jonathan in a bunch of sand, which was pretty fun.” oh wait!! i remember ur Fantastic fan art! writer And artist how talented u are!!

“Night Seven” ofc its night seven. love that it could have been 5+1 but it’s byler so it’s seven instead.

“and it seems to be the right move when Mike lets out an appreciative hum” my “naturally good kisser will” agenda never dies. he just knows what to do he didn’t need practice 🙏🏻

“He probably looks like a kissed-dumb idiot.” he is. good for him!

god, ilysm. ur so talented u have no idea. and u make me feel things.

i love that fic so bad and if u like it too u should thank moon for it!!

if it helps i dont even Remember most of "let me steal this moment", every time i click post it's like every associated memory just vanishes from my brain

im glad u get to experience it all over again i wish i could do the same with other fics </3

"the first thing they did after returning to hawkins is cleaned the cabin?? not even shower." U ARE SO RIGHT i thought abt that the first time i watched vol 2 like what do u mean u arent even going to change !!!! u have been in those close for Days !!!!

i almost did write a ted wheeler and argyle interaction . Almost

that is so real . will byers my sunshine sweetpie

HEOEOKPJY IM SO SOSRRY

so real and true ! i need these two far far away from hawkins and HAPPYYY

u get me !!!!!! theyve alwyas been best friends first and thats why they hit so different

oh god not the drawing 😭😭😭 can we pretend that Didn't happen . maybe . my artistry isnt grea t

IM SO HAPYPPYY U NOTICED !!!! night seven !!!! it was a seven !!!!!!!

will is just naturally good at it idk what to tell u . yes he has never kissed anyone Yes he is a loser yes hes also great as kissing . sorry

so honored to have made u feel things <3 alya my beloved it is Always the best day of my life whenever u decide to read something of mine :D

#daily alya #/ask #thnakyouthnskou

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thepiinkpages · 1 month ago

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I’ve decided that this post is gonna contain two books at once. This book is 400ish pages and I’m guessing so is the next book I’m going to be reviewing, but it’s almost as if the book is not enough for me to give a thorough review because there’s not a lot going on besides adult fun time.

Twisted Ties

Honestly, I don’t have much to say about this book. I still think Spencer and Tristan are jerks. I don’t like them and what I thought was going to be formates is actually five. It’s a new character (kind of) his name is Renzo… he’s cool I guess however the fact that he tried to kill Rihanna is… I can’t wrap my head around it. And he’s obsessed with her like it’s almost I wanna hurt you, but in a sexual way. *insert confused face here*

Anyway, stone is cool however it’s a bit confusing how he was so against this relationship with Rihanna up until she almost died because of coincidentally her other mate Spencer, who is a werewolf. Who knew!

I still have a lot more questions that need answers to. Like what her powers are, why was she hidden, who are her parents, who is the enemy in the west??? so many questions and I need answers and the fact that this is a five or six book series is crushing me because the sixth book is not out yet and I’m going to lose my mind.

I wrote this after learning that the final book is coming out this week. Well, there goes my luck of the week. Also I forgot to add save my quotes. Oh well.

Anyway, after finishing this book I still feel like Tristan and Spencer acts are written off just because they're her mate. Like, babe, I would never forgive someone that one, shoved me in a locker and two, bullied me relentlessly with name calling and shoving. If I was in Rhi's position I would tell them to suck it and gone to see my maker.

Rating: 4/5 stars

SPOILERS AHEAD

This book from beginning to end had my gobsmacked and bewildered.

So much happened in this book and I feel like some of it should've transferred to book two. I was getting hit after hit of new information that it gave me vertigo.

Rhi is still getting bullied but now Tristan finally matured and realized he doesn't need daddy's approval for everything especially when it came to his fated mate. He still a asshole though and I really liked how we but himself in front of Rhi to save her from the lightning bolt while saying sorry. Pretty weird way of saying sorry but go off sis.

And let me say this before I lose my mind. She CHAINED Stone so he wouldn't touch her while she touched her self. He was BEGGING her. There's something about a weak and pathetic man that just does it for me.

Quotes:

"...Blackwaters...Please, please come here. Please let me see you, touch you, fuck you..."

"...Six, seven, eight drops of blood. Some for the potion some for me. Then I'd wear this fucking vial of her blood around my neck, resting against my fucking heart..."

"...Because she's my fucking mate, you fucking cunt!..."

Spencer as said fuck all and went to the front lines TO SERVE HIS COUNTRY but all he's SERVING is chow in the mes hall. I still don't get why he thought bullying his fated mate would calm the beast inside him. Looks like someone hasn't read omegaverse before *insert cackle here*

In this book, we now know Rhi's mother was a seer that helped with enemy attacks and what not. My bookology senses are telling that that Rih's father is actually the enemy from the west and that the people who killed Rhi's mother was actually someone from her own government.

This book series has become more and more addictive. I've once read a series with 16 books... I have a problem.

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orlissa · 1 year ago

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June Reading Summary

I almost forgot about this!

June was a really good month for me reading wise: I finished 6 books (okay, I have a couple of pages left from the sixth one, but let’s say I have finished it), and most of them were *chef’s kiss*

With these I’m at 34 books read (without the double reads), which is not bad at halftime when my goal is 50

But let’s see what we have:

Laura Wood: The Agency for Scandal One of the best YA books I have ever read, no joking. I flew through the 500 pages long book in a single day. Late Victorian Era! All-women’s detective agency helping out women! Mystery! Political intrigue! Romance! Humor! An optimistic heroine! Honestly, I just loved the whole of it. This book deserves a whole lot of hype.

Laura Wood: A Single Thread of Moonlight So this one actually takes place in the same universe as The Agency for Scandal, and is set after it (TAfS is set in 1897, this one in 1899), but this one was published first. It’s basically Count of Monte Cristo meets Cinderella - our heroine ran away from home seven years ago, fearing for her life, and now she returns under an alias to prove that her stepmother murdered her father. There is also romance. I’ll be honest: I really enjoyed this one, but not as much as The Agency for Scandal.

Alyssa Palombo: The Spellbook of Katrina Van Tassel So... I think we, as an audience, have been spoiled? We hear the name Katrina Van Tassel, and immediatelly think of the Tim Burton Version or the Sleepy Hollow series version, which are steeped in dark magic and intrigue and power... and we forget the original KVT. This book doesn’t -- it’s actually way closer to the Washington Irving story than any other adaptations. And in itself it wasn’t bad -- it was a solid book -- it’s just with this title you expect more of a Sleepy Hollow series vibe. Instead the first part is a romance, with Katrina and Ichabod suffering in a very romantic fashion because they cannot be together due to their difference in station, then that fateful Halloween happens, and Katrina spends the remainder of the book trying to figure out what happened to Ichabod. Once again: go in expecting a kinda period-accurate romance, not a tale of dark magic, and you’ll have a fun time.

Bonnie Garmus: Lessons in Chemistry Masterclass in writing, honestly. I either stop here, or write a full essay, so I’m just gonna stop here.

Katharine McGee: American Royals It has a very interesting premise: what if America became a kingdom instead of a democracy, and since they did not show example, most monarchies around the world remained to this day? The book follows 4 POV characters, the heir apparent/crown princess, her younger sister, and two girls, a “girl next door” and a ruthless social climber, both competing for the attentions of the thrid royal child, the sole prince, all amidst modern media attention. I actually really enjoyed this book, I think the author handled the theme and the situations really well, although it felt like four POV were a little too much for a book of this lenght. And also, all the time I just wanted to see a whole damn history textbook of this alternative timeline :D

Livia Blackburn: Feather and Flame Some time ago I translated a Disney Beauty and the Beast novel, the first book in an anthlogy series, which deals with princesses becoming rules. This one belongs to the same series, and focuses on Mulan. Mulan is, without question, my favorite Disney princess, so I went in with high hopes. They disappeared by like page 50. There are like three stages of reading this book: Stage 1: There is no Mushu. No Yao. No Ling. No Chien-Po. This is a travesty. Dishonor on you, dishonor... Stage 2: Mulan arrives at the imperial city, the emperor names her his heir, then dies, and Mulan becomes Empress. She deals with insecurities and slimy minister and the prospect that she can never be with Shang properly. This bit is pretty good. Stage 3: Mulan is forcibly removed from the imperial city, and you facepalm every other page because she keeps doing Dumb Stuff. Also instead of dealing with the political intrigue, we go into another war situation with the Huns, which is just maddening, because 1, it’s pointless bloodshed 2, we have already dealt with war in the movie 3, you will never do a better representation of the terrors of war than Mulan’s company finding the burned down village. Never.

#orlissa reads

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yourdeepestfathoms · 2 years ago

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Ride the Cyclone Kids and Sleepovers

okay, so i’m gonna do a few headcanons for sleepovers at specific people’s houses (Penny excluded), then general headcanons!

Constance’s house!

Second best place to have sleepovers at

Her parents are SO NICE

Dinner is always THE BEST there

Constance’s little brother sometimes hangs out with them for a bit

You can’t tell me Constance doesn’t own ALL the Just Dance games

So they usually end up having a very fierce dance battle during sleepovers

Constance always gives her bed to someone else, what a sweetheart

They somehow end up binge watching Barbie movies while over at her house

Mischa’s house!

Best place to have a sleepover at because they can do whatever the hell they want in his basement

There’s so much room for activities!

When they go to sleep, they’re usually sprawled out All Over the floor since there’s a lot of space

I feel like Mischa’s basement is the perfect location for playing Twister

Noel’s house!

They can’t be as wild at his house to keep from disturbing his mom, but it’s still really fun over there!

His mom likes seeing Noel hanging out with other kids :)

Catch Ocean out here CONSTANTLY sucking up to Ms. Gruber

Ocean’s house!

Worst place for sleepovers

First of all, it smells like weed and incense, which is just AWFUL

Second of all, her parents are just…really weird

They make everyone Really Uncomfortable

I feel like Ocean’s house has an awesome backyard, though, so they’ll usually hang out outside

Or in her room

She’s always so embarrassed of her house, poor girl

She hides it, though

Ricky’s house!

He definitely owns a Switch, so they’ll usually play games like Mario Kart

Which turns the whole sleepover into a literal WAR (Ocean will pick Rainbow Road Every Single Time)

When over at his house, it’s basically assured that SOMEONE is gonna wake up with a cat on their face

General sleepover shenanigans!

Okay, so, pajamas? (yes, it’s important I provide reference photos, you gotta get the VIBE)

Noel’s got, like, these (fake) silk pajamas, and it’s So Extra

Penny’s in this simple but super cute night gown

Constance has frog pajamas fight me

Meanwhile, Ricky has cat pajamas

Ocean has these weird upcycles pajamas

Mischa is just in some shorts and a muscle shirt

Penny got the Whole Choir animal slippers, and they’re all Legally Required to wear them

Penny has sheep (because of her last name), Ricky has cats (obviously), Noel has rabbits, Mischa has sharks (that look like they’re eating his feet), Constance has hedgehogs, and Ocean has penguins

They all fight over what movie to watch

“Citizen Kane!” “ew, no! we should watch Rear Window!” “i just wanna watch The Lion King 2…” “can we PLEASE watch Encanto” “SAW V!!!!!!!”

Sleepover games? Sleepover games

They do that game where you make the worst concoction of different food/drinks possible and have other people consume it (Ocean almost dies Every Time because you can’t tell me homegirl doesn’t have the weakest stomach ever)

THEY PLAY GARTIC PHONE

Here’s some examples of what they would do from when I played with my own friends

In order of who drew what: Constance, Ocean, Ricky, Penny

In order of who drew what: Ocean, Constance, Noel, Ricky, Penny, Mischa

Noel: Ocean, Kiss, Marry, Kill: Penny, Constance, and Mischa >:)

Ocean: I’m acearo

Noel: Shit my bad

Noel: Ocean, Have As A Lab Partner For A Whole Semester, Be Stuck Inside An Elevator With For Seven Hours, Get Trained By At A Fast Food Restaurant: Penny, Constance, and Mischa >:)

Ocean ALWAYS helps clean up while at someone else’s house (just because she wants the praise from their parents and HAS to be the favorite friend)

Noel: What the fuck are you doing

Ocean, doing the dishes: My part

Mrs. Potts: Ricky, sweetie, why is your ginger friend vacuuming the carpet? How did she even know where the vacuum was??

Ricky, signing: She does that, just let it run its course

Mischa initiates pillow fights

Penny and Ricky would convince the others to make blanket forts with them

Mischa and Noel both like to style/braid the girls’ hair

When it finally falls silent, and they all seem like they’re finally about to go to sleep for the night, one of them will laugh for No Reason and cause all the others to start howling with laughter

If there’s no room on a couch when everyone else is already sitting, Penny will just be like “guess I have to lay on all of you”

And then she lays on all of them

One time while at Constance’s house, SOMEONE yelled for the Alexa to play Roman Holiday and utter MAYHEM broke out after that

Noel and Penny were SINGING

Ricky was jamming out, living his best life

Ocean was DESPERATELY trying to get the Alexa to stop

Constance was like “guys! guys, shh! people are gonna hear you!” (cause hc that the Blackwoods live above the cafe)

Mischa arrived back from the bathroom and was Very Confused

Noel and Penny were using random utensils as microphones and kept trying to get the others to join them (“come on, Mischa!” “this is a spatula”)

Penny, holding a ladle out to Constance: sing it, Constance!

Constance, leaning into the ladle like it’s an actual microphone: i don’t know Roman Holiday

Meanwhile, Ocean was DYING

Ocean, sobbing: Alexa, stop playing Roman Holiday!

Alexa didn’t hear her

Alexa wished for her death

#ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc headcanons #ride the cyclone headcanons #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ricky potts #jane doe #penny lamb

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wouldpollyapprove · 2 years ago

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Prompt List #2

I decided to make a new prompt list to celebrate my return and the two new fandoms I have decided to write for!

You can find me rules and what characters I write for here.

And request something here.

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“Fuck, I’m wasted.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m not the one who’s in FUCKING jail?”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital

“Where am I?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun it we’re going to get caught.”

“It’s not a party until someone almost dies.”

“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?”

“Stop keeping your phone on silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the street all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to the hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises come from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

“Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”

“I just googled what chickens look like without feathers and I am severely uncomfortable.”

“Oh no.” “What is it? What happened? Who died?” “I think I just felt an emotion.” “You have GOT to be kidding me.”

“Don’t mind me, I’ll just be in the corner, having another existential crisis.”

“Are you even listening?” “Yes, it just takes me a while to process so much stupid all at once.”

“How drunk were you last night?” “Well, I still have my pants on, so not that drunk?” “Those aren’t your pants.”

“I’m not a thief. I’m just really good at acquiring things that aren’t mine.”

“You’re not as evil as people think you are.” “No. I’m much worse.”

“What’s the word for the infestation of tiny creatures over there?” “Those are children. That’s a school.”

“Well, this is a nice change of scenery.” “It’s a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”

“Ohh, so you think I’m cute when I’m angry? Well, get ready because I’m about to be GORGEOUS!”

“I’d rather be pecked to death by a flock of hummingbirds.”

“If someone gets nosy, just… you know… shoot ‘em.” “Shoot ‘em?” “Politely.”

“Thank you.” “For what?” “Not being a product of my psychosis.”

“Remove your hand or I will rip your arm off and beat you to death with it.”

“I have never been so insulted!” “You don’t listen much, do you?”

“It’s blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out.”

“I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.”

“How’s the meeting?” “I want to stab everyone.” “Don’t get blood on your dress we have dinner reservations at seven.” “Love you for enabling me.” “Love you too.”

“You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”

“You don’t get to pin this break-in on me.” “But you were the one who broke in!”

“I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

“You can’t just run away every time there’s trouble.” “Sure I can… I did it before and it worked in my favor.”

“You forgot me.” “It was an accident.”

“Never trust a survivor until you find out what they did to stay alive.”

“Why do people keep trying to put this blanket on me?” “Because you’re in shock.” “That doesn’t mean I need a blanket. It means I need booze.”

“They say I’m a traitor. Maybe I am. All I know is that I did what I had to do.”

“I don’t go looking for trouble, but I do enjoy befriending it.”

“Come here.” “Why?” “Just come here.” “No, you’re gonna hit me.”

“All I know is one of us is right, the other one is you.”

“What happened last night?” “Shall I start with the keg stand or when you tried to start a fight wit a guy in a leprechaun costume?” “Oh god, neither.” “Suck it up, because that’s not an option.” “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

“Why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?” “Yes.”

“I thought you forgot about me.” “Never.”

“Take my hand.” “Why?” “I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!”

“I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine.” “Then stop looking.”

“Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture.”

“Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?”

“So… I just realized… that I’ve been shot.”

“A Venn diagram of enemies and my allies would be a circle.”

“I don’t care where I’m sleeping, as long as it’s with you.”

“Hand over the girl.” “Not going to happen.”

“I can see it in your eyes. The panic. What’s gotten you so scared?”

“You’ve got to believe me.” “Sorry, but I tend not to believe compulsive liars.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to love me.”

“What are you doing?” “Designing a BINGO card to go along with my Maid of Honor speech.”

“Oh my god, I had the exact same dream!” “Really?” “Are you crazy? Of course I didn’t.”

“Did you just… agree with me?” “Oh I wish I could take-“ “Nope! You said it! No take-backs!”

“I didn’t do it.” “Then why are you laughing?” “Cause, whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

“I didn’t do it.” “_____” “Oh, wait that… yes I did do that.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things!”

“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four.”

“How the hell am I going to explain this?” “Aliens?” “…Aliens.”

“I am not above slashing my own tires to avoid going to this family brunch.”

“I want you to remember: you deserve this.”

“You’re playing my game now.”

“Is this coffee bitter?” *sips drink* “No. It must be you.”

“Everyone here had at least some blood on their hands.”

“Why is he bleeding?” “Because he’s an idiot.” “I didn’t know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.” “I think it’s a new phenomenon.”

“Don’t give me attitude, darling. I have one of my own.”

“When did you become so smart, oh wise one?” “Since I stopped listening to you.”

“Here hold my dignity… I’ve got some sketchy shit to do.”

“Well, the best of the best weren’t available… so we got the best of the mediocre.”

“Sometimes, we have to do bad things to get good results. When that happens, people often forget all the good you did.”

“I think I broke him/her.”

“Y’know… that’s not what an apology sounds like.”

“I don’t like salad or eye contact.”

“Should we let him know we’re on to him?” “Now, where’s the fun in that?”

“I’m just doing what the fortune cookie said. Who am I to stand in the way of fate?”“

I don’t know if you gentlemen pray, but if you do now would be a good time.”

“Please don’t make me…”

“You’re insane!”

“This is it. This is home…”

“Honey, you’re a bad habit.”

“I would like to confirm that I do not care.”

“You had this planned all along didn’t you, you little shit.”

“Just let me be selfish, for once.”

“Maybe I just don’t find you funny.”

“Did you think that I wouldn’t find out?”

“I thought I could handle it, but I was wrong, so wrong.”

“What’s in your hair?” “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

“Oh my god. You’re in love.”

“Is this one of those times when you want me to lie to protect your delicate emotions?”

“I will be the first to tell you that I am a terrible liar.”

“Pay me enough, and I didn’t see a thing.”

“Keep your morals away from me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“You love ____ don’t you?” “Was it that obvious?”

“You only heard his side. You don’t know the truth.”

“You could have been killed!”

“Please tell me that’s not a puppy you’re hiding.” “Fine. It’s not a puppy.” “Then what is it?” “An alien.”

“But no one asked me.”

“You lied to me!”

“You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

“Shit, you’re freezing, let’s get you warmed up, alright?”

“It’s not like I’m some broken vase that you can just glue back together and then expect that everything will be okay again! It doesn’t work like that!”

“I feel like I’m losing my damn mind.”

“Gah! Why are you so cold? Get off of me you icicle!”

“I can’t believe you haven’t noticed. I’m screaming for someone to notice, to help me, and yet no one does!”

“Who did this to you?”

“That’s it, you’re staying here until I can get this sorted.” “But I-“ “No buts!”

“I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

“I’m coming to get you, stay there.”

“Okay, so don’t freak out, but I got flour everywhere…”

“Is it supposed to look like that?” “I think so?” “Is that a question or a statement?”

“Are you safe?” “I-I don’t know.”

“Is someone hurting you…?”

“Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #maverick #maverick imagine #maverick x reader #pete mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu imagine #olivia benson #olivia benson x reader #olivia benson imagine #sonny carisi #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi x reader

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blacknovelist · 2 years ago

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Speaking as someone who has played oneshot since its initial iterations as an rpgmaker game a solid... man. It's been like. What. Almost seven years?? Eight???? Screw the progression of time, man, the original game came out literally in 2014

But like it's insane to think about ngl. I remember when it was just this... little short cute lookin meta game I picked up not long after playing OFF (since the meta scene was super popular by then) like, oh, cool, let's see what it can do! It'll be fun!

It turns out what it can do is give you terminal brainrot that lasts a blindingly vivid eight years and the now borderline fundamental childhood-earlyteen memory of crying for over an hour over the weight of the impending decision you'd have to make and the knowledge that the consequences, both good and bad, would be permanent, and it was up to me to decide what i could live with. I assure you all I have been very normal about it this whole time.

I have not been normal ever since holy FUCK that moment was formative

But like... man. I remember thinking, wow. This game is really small and niche. It's gonna be one of those little things I store in my chest and hold onto forever that I won't get to see outside of my sphere much. When the steam version got announced I was MIND blown and SO excited, because this was my favorite game on the PLANET and suddenly it was not only coming to steam but maybe there would be NEW STUFF like holy SHIT! I can recommend it so much easier!

and fucking. Solstice. Solstice. Hang on I need to readmore if I go on cause this is getting into spoilers but motherfucking solstice I just

This game has meant so much to me and it means the world that. Here it is. Joyous and loud and so very cared for. It's small but beloved and I can't believe we got all the way over here. Oneshot is on every major console now. It has its little virtual machine. I love it so much and it's out there for everyone else to see... I am. So glad.

[Spoilers below the cut— I usually believe they don't matter that much, but Oneshot is one of the very few games I believe deeply needs to be experienced mostly blind the first time so please take care]

When oneshot on steam first released tho like. people who Don't Know, I need you to know that solstice did not exist back then. We had two total clues that it was even a thing— the clock in the Refuge, gradually counting down, and the bolded words on the game steam page. Yall, that was IT. When it first came out, there was no "return to the beginning" or whatever, it was just... the journal. And the tower, helping niko even when he didn't know I was there. Hell, the journal was new to steam and I remember it, you know. How afraid I was. For the world. For Niko. For everything, that first time. Because I loved it, and I wanted things to be as good as I could make it.

And we counted the days until solstice. We wondered. We figured out what day the clock would stop counting on, wondered what the door would do. And then it dropped, and suddenly... suddenly there was the chance for everything to change. Do you know how magical that was? Three years of knowing the choice was always one or the other, even when little things changed, only to be told that maybe... maybe this could be it?

Fuck, guys.

And now we are here again. I never would have dreamed this little game I loved would end up on literal game consoles— but it's so clear to me how much love went into this game port to make it happen. The essence is the same but you gave it just enough that I.... man. Man. I. Never knew a gut punch like 'From Niko'. But it reminds me, you know? This world never died, not really. Not even at first, back then, when it was all or nothing, one or the other. It was always in my heart.

It's in Niko's heart too. And all of yours, who played it. I don't know what else to say or think, really, other than... thank you.

#Blacknovelist talks #oneshot spoilers #oneshot #oneshot (game)#oneshot game #this isn't really anything other than me rambling like a sentimental idiot #i just have a lot of useless thoughts #but... oneshot means the world to me. it's a little cheesy and rather short but it DOES #and seeing it today where it is means so much #so like thank you devs. thank you Eliza and nightmargin. thank you people in the oneshot tag #I'm so so so so so glad i was here when i was and i got to watch where it came from and where it went the way i did #ALSO DON'T AT ME ABOUT THE ERROR IN THE YEAR I SWEAR I CAN COUNT SHUT UP

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helloalycia · 3 years ago

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the new recruit [four] // wanda maximoff

summary: a stakeout with Wanda couldn't be so bad now that you were friends... right?

warning/s: none.

author's note: so glad you guys are loving this! it’s gonna start getting a little more interesting now 👀

"Surveillance? Again?! C'mon, Cap, it's so boring!"

Steve crossed his arms and looked down at me disapprovingly. "It's not supposed to be fun."

I frowned. "Can't you send Sam?"

"He's following a lead with me," Steve countered.

"Okay, well what about Nat? She loves sitting still and staring through a camera," I suggested. "Or even Vision! He literally can't get bored. He'd love this job!"

"It's you and that's final," Steve said sternly, before motioning between Wanda and I, who were sat around the empty table with him up front. "You're both the youngest, the least known and the most capable for this mission. You can remain undercover without anyone knowing and it doesn't require powers, so you'll be fine."

I sighed, already tired at the thought of doing a surveillance mission. They were my least favourite – stakeouts existed to make me suffer. And even though it was my job, I wasn't excited in the slightest.

The mission was to watch a target who Steve had suspicions would lead us to Brock Rumlow, the HYDRA agent that infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. and messed with Steve's best friend, Bucky Barnes. Steve had been tracking him down since he was supposed to have died almost a year ago and this was the closest he'd gotten, hence the urgency of the matter.

"Where is the mission based?" Wanda asked the important questions, since I was too busy sulking.

"Paris," Steve answered, and I instantly perked up.

"Ooh, Paris? I've never been there," I said excitedly, glancing at Wanda before noticing the stare Steve directed my way. I swallowed hard, smiling sheepishly. "Right. HYDRA. Bad guy. Sorry. Continue."

He sighed, massaging his head. "I know you can both handle this, that's why I gave it to you. It's a simple in and out stakeout. Follow the target, see if he can give you a lead on Rumlow's whereabouts, then come back. Easy."

Stakeouts weren't my thing. But I usually did them with boring partners. Wanda wasn't boring, and we were going to be in Paris, so surely this one couldn't be that bad.

"I'm trusting that you won't kill each other," Steve added with a warning tone. "I heard you guys are friends now. Let's hope I won't regret this choice."

I stared at Steve with a deadpan expression. "Oh, no. I'm definitely planning on murdering Wanda when we're there. It's the perfect opportunity."

Steve clenched his jaw, agitated by my unprofessionalism, which was strange since he usually cracked a smile. This Rumlow thing was clearly taking its toll. I felt a slap on the arm from Wanda, and I looked over to see her expression softening as she stared up at Steve.

"We'll get the job done, Steve," she promised him. "We won't let you down."

I exhaled quietly. "She's right. We won't."

He seemed to be put at ease as his shoulders relaxed. "Good. Thanks. Jet leaves tomorrow so you should get packing."

We shared a look before nodding. Paris it was.

—

3 hours in — 2pm

When Wanda and I landed in Paris at 11am, it was slightly chillier than I expected, but the flat we were subjected to was comfortable upon arrival. It was in a building opposite the target we were surveilling – some scientist who supposedly had a link to Rumlow, though we had to figure out what that link was.

The place wasn't too bad; I'd been in worse spaces on surveillance missions. This one was an open-plan, small-ish flat with a kitchenette, tiny fridge freezer, a couch with a shitty TV and two single beds. Could have been worse, I guess.

Wanda and I got to work immediately, with me taking the first shift on watching our target through the camera pointed at his window. It was our target's – Jackson's – flat and it gave us the perfect view of what he did, who he did it with and what he was saying. We had planted a microphone on his front door upon settling in, so we had very good quality audio of everything that took place inside.

Whilst I sat on the chair that was already growing too uncomfortable for my liking, looking through the camera and yawning at the lack of activity from Jackson, the front door opened and in came Wanda. She'd gone grocery shopping since two of us didn't need to sit and watch, and we needed to fill the cupboards since we had no idea how long this would take.

"Hey," she greeted when she set the bags on the kitchen table. "Anything interesting happen whilst I was gone?"

I sighed dramatically, lowering the volume on the radio before leaning back in my chair and glancing to Wanda. "He's been watching TV for the past three hours. You'd think he'd be doing something important since he's a literal scientist, but nope."

Wanda suppressed a smile as she rooted through the bags. "Well, I think I have something that may cheer you up."

I quirked a brow, intrigued. She pulled out something before holding it towards me. As I took it, a smile tugged at my lips when I recognised it as the Czech cookies she'd let me try that one time.

"I found them in the convenience store on the way back," she said as I tore open the pack. "It was very unusual, since we're in the middle of Paris. But turns out the guy at the counter was from the Czech Republic! Strange, but I'd like to think it was a sign."

I chuckled at her explanation, certainly finding it a coincidence, but a great one. "Well, thanks. This has definitely made my day better."

"I also got these," she added, before pulling out a pack of gummy bears from the top, and I was sure I couldn't have looked more overjoyed. "Your favourite, right?"

"How did you know?!" I asked with genuine surprise, before reaching out and grabbing the air with my fingers.

She laughed and held them out for me to grab. "Well, you eat them a lot which is a big giveaway. But I actually saw them in your cupboard one time when I tried to prank you."

I squinted my eyes at her playfully. "Wow. Of course."

I was kidding, but I was surprised that she'd noticed something like that. It was nice of her to remember.

She laughed again before beginning to put the rest of the groceries away. "I bought some food to last us the week, if we even stay that long."

"Awesome, thanks." I looked through the camera again, but obviously nothing had changed except Jackson was now grabbing a snack from the kitchen. "We can switch shifts in a few hours when my butt becomes too numb to feel."

"Sounds good," she answered, and I could hear her attempt at not laughing. If only she knew I was serious.

—

6 hours in — 5pm

I was reading a book on my bed when Wanda decided to startle me by throwing a jacket at my face.

"What the hell are you–"

"C'mon! He's leaving his flat!" she exclaimed before I could question why she'd jumped away from the camera.

Realising she was talking about Jackson, I widened my eyes and grabbed my jacket, before pulling my shoes on halfway down the steps and joining Wanda in leaving. When we got outside, we just about saw Jackson leaving his own building and caught up with him, following from a distance. That's when I realised that he was heading for the grocery store down the road.

"He's just getting groceries," I realised, stopping my speed-walking as he headed inside, before looking to Wanda with a judgemental expression. "Seriously? I almost fell down the stairs because of groceries?"

She smiled sheepishly. "How was I supposed to know?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Oh, well. I needed the walk anyway. It was getting way too stuffy in that flat for my liking."

She gave me a knowing look. "It's only been six hours."

I shrugged. "Your point? A room is a room."

She rolled her eyes with humour. "Enjoy the fresh air because as soon as he's out, we have to head back."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"I'll cook something for dinner when we're done here," she suggested, making me raise my brows.

"I don't know whether to be thankful or wonder if you're doing it to get out of surveillance duty," I said suspiciously.

She shoved me in the shoulder slightly, though a smile ghosted her lips. "That's a perk, of course, but I'm doing it mostly because I want to eat something edible and don't trust to leave it with you."

I feigned offence. "Wow. Harsh." She tilted her towards me knowingly, making me sigh. "Fine, you're not wrong."

She smiled, before the two of us hung about in the distance, eyes on the grocery store entrance until we saw him return. It was the wrong time, but because we were trying to look inconspicuous, I started to think about when we first met.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" I asked, earning her attention.

She nodded, motioning for me to continue.

"You know a few days after we first met, like the first time," I started, "I was coming to apologise to you. In the training room."

"Okay..."

"When I walked in, you threw a bottle at my head," I reminded her, and she smiled awkwardly, suddenly avoiding my eyes at the memory. "I'm not, like, bitter or anything, but what was that about?"

She chewed on her lower lip as she thought momentarily, before looking to me apologetically. "At that point, I was practicing using my powers. And I just happened to be practicing with the bottle. I didn't mean to hit you. It wasn't done purposely."

Okay, I guess that made sense.

"But you never said sorry," I remembered, squinting at her curiously.

"I believe you swore at me straight away, not giving me chance to," she recalled. "And then I got mad, and like with everything else, it got out of hand and I just– yeah."

"Huh." I pursed my lips, thinking back to how stupid it all seemed now. Simple miscommunication and circumstance ruined so much of our time together.

"Why are you thinking about that anyway?" she asked, nudging me in the arm gently.

I shrugged. "I don't know. It just seems silly now."

She hummed in agreement. "It does, but it's the past. And we made up, right? Unless you still hate me and want to put another snake in my shower."

I cracked a smile at the memory. "Nah, I think I'm good."

She cursed in Russian under her breath and I laughed quietly before focusing my attention back on the grocery store.

Jackson didn't even spare us a glance as he began walking back home ten minutes later. We followed after him, noticing how he didn't stop to talk to anyone or make any stops on the way. When we returned to the flat, I took a seat at the camera as Wanda took to the kitchen to start cooking again.

Again, Jackson didn't do anything remotely suspicious until Wanda had finished making dinner and I actually needed to get up. Just my luck.

"One second!" I told her before turning the radio up and grabbing a pen and paper to note down what he was saying.

Wanda paused, standing beside me and hovering as I noted down Jackson's phone conversation. It was gibberish, but it was clearly code for something. I'd have to figure it out, but not right now since I had nothing to base it off. No previous conversations or anything. When he was done, he headed to the kitchen to have some dinner and that was the end of that. I sighed, rubbing my forehead as I tried to decipher what I'd just heard.

"Please tell me you're just as confused as I am," Wanda spoke up first, and I glanced up to see her furrowing her brows and pursing her lips.

"Very," I confirmed, before looking at my notes again. "It sounds like he's talking about some project he's working on, but I have no idea what it is."

Wanda squeezed my shoulder gently, making me shiver at the sudden, unexpected touch. "Forget it for now. Let's just eat. Today's been too long."

I nodded in agreement, knowing this was just one piece of the puzzle. Heading to the table, I saw the small spread Wanda had set out, along with both plates already made up with what looked like roasted chicken, roasted potatoes and vegetables.

"This looks amazing," I admitted, my stomach rumbling at the sight of it all. "It explains what's been smelling so good for the past hour."

She cracked a smile, an attempt to disguise from her pink cheeks. "Thanks. It's nothing too fancy. Just a recipe I learnt from my parents."

Her bashfulness was quite cute, I realised, before scolding myself internally for even thinking such a thing. I took a seat as she did the same opposite me, and I tasted the food instantly. Of course, it tasted better than I expected and I found myself staring at the brunette with disbelief.

"This is seriously delicious," I complimented as soon as I finished chewing. "Are you sure you weren't a chef in a past life?"

"Very sure," she said with a shy smile. "But I'm glad you like it. And I'm just glad it turned out well. I haven't cooked it in a long time."

I glanced up at her through my eyelashes, noticing the nostalgic expression that replaced her smile. She never spoke about her family, not since I'd discovered she even had a brother. So, this was new. And I found myself wanting to learn more.

"D'you miss it?" I asked without thinking, and she was as taken aback by it as I was, as she looked up unexpectedly. I swallowed hard, shaking my head when I realised how stupid I sounded. "I meant Sokovia. Though, I guess, it was dumb. Obviously you miss it."

She sipped her drink with thought, and the action was so prolonged that I was certain she'd pretend she hadn't heard my question, which we both knew was impossible. But then she set her glass down and her dark blue eyes met mine.

"Sokovia is– was my home," she said softly. "It was all I had for a long time. Was all Piet and I had."

She looked down to her plate at the mention of her deceased twin, and I felt extremely guilty for even bringing it up. I was about to apologise, but she spoke up again.

"I think that what upsets me most is that all anybody will remember of it is the war-torn streets and destroyed buildings, rubble filling the country from battles that weren't fair." She shook her head slightly, grasp tightening around her fork, contrasting the gentle expression she wore. "It's what I remember, too, I guess, but it wasn't always like that. It was beautiful."

The silence that hung in the air was too powerful for me to handle. I felt like anything I said would be fruitless against her pouring her heart out. Her lower lip trembled, but she sucked up a breath and met my gaze again. It was startling, intimidating and beautiful all at once.

"My dad used to have these old photos in our home," she explained, and I wasn't sure why she trusted me, but I felt lucky to have heard it. "They were photos of what Sokovia used to look like back when he was a child. And it was stunning. It was so full of life. We had some of our own, too. Family photos of us all. And now they're just... gone."

I didn't know what to say that would make her feel better because the truth was, I could never relate to that helpless feeling of losing my home like that. She'd experienced so much terror and heartbreak at a young age and I wasn't sure anything could make it better.

"To answer your question," she said after a moment, awkward smile forming on her face as she looked away, "yes. I miss it a lot. Always. But I can't do anything about it."

I set down my fork and tried not to second-guess myself as I reached across the table and rested my hand on hers. She looked up at the surprise contact and I offered her a small, hopefully comforting, smile.

"Thank you for telling me all of that," was all I could think to say that wouldn't offend her. It was the only thing that felt right. And thankfully it was, since she exhaled calmly and and nodded slightly, eyes fluttering close.

"Thanks for listening."

—

11 hours in — 10pm

Later that evening, after dinner, Wanda was happy to take the night shift. I told her that she could split it with me, since we'd both been up as long as each other and it could get pretty exhausting staying up by yourself, watching somebody sleep, but she insisted she could handle it. So, I got ready for bed and slipped under the covers in the dark.

"You sure you won't get bored?" I asked her, seeing the silhouette of her sat in the chair by the window.

She hummed lightheartedly. "This is our job, Y/N."

I knew she couldn't see me, but I gave her a knowing look. "Still."

A short laugh flew from her lips, momentarily lighting up the dark room. "I'll be fine. Just get some rest."

There was no explanation for the smile on my lips as I turned to get comfortable. "Okay. Just wake me if you need anything."

"Yeah, yeah..."

Falling asleep took no time at all – everything from waking up early to make my flight, the long flight itself, and having interrupted sleep throughout the whole thing was enough to knock me out in minutes. The bed wasn't the most comfortable thing I could sleep on, but it did the job. Maybe I was too tired to care at this point.

When I woke up to a sliver of sunlight streaming in through the curtain, I yawned and stretched, making an inhumane noise, before looking to see how Wanda was doing. Of course, when my eyes landed on her, I noticed she was slumped back in her chair with her head leaning on her shoulder in such an uncomfortable way that I was certain she'd have neck cramps.

I stretched once more before getting out of bed and dragging myself towards her, calling her name. She didn't answer, and when I stopped beside her, I saw that she was passed out despite the odd angle. I stifled a smile as I pushed her hair from her eyes; she was cute when she wasn't speaking.

My hand moved behind her ear to move her hair then rested on her neck as I straightened her head gently, hoping she wasn't in pain.

"Wanda, come on, you should get in bed," I said quietly, shaking her a little.

Her eyes twitched as she attempted to wake up and I moved the earphone from her ear, setting it to the side, before grabbing her hand with my free one and tugging her up.

"I'm sorry, I'm up," she mumbled, one eye opening and revealing a bright green colour, before snapping shut and squeezing with discomfort.

"It's okay, c'mon," I reassured, before leading her to the bed in her half-conscious state. "You should've woke me up if you were tired."

Her lips were still pressed together as she mumbled something incomprehensible. I rolled my eyes playfully before forcing her under the duvet and pulling it up to her chest. Thankfully, she was too tired to put up a fight.

"Go to sleep," I encouraged, a small smile curling on my lips at how innocent she looked when she was without the constraints of reality.

She licked her lips, giving me the slightest of nods, before doing just that. I squeezed her hand once before letting go, trying not to think about the absence of warmth. When I found myself lingering, I shook my head and slapped my face to wake myself up. Definitely still tired.

After popping the earpiece into my ear so I could still hear what was going on in Jackson's flat, I freshened up and had some breakfast before taking a seat at the camera, ready to begin my 'shift'. It was the same old thing for the first few hours, until he got a visitor at the door – a fellow scientist. I translated as much of their conversation as I could from French to English, and that's when Wanda woke up with a yawn.

"And sleeping beauty finally awakens," I teased playfully, turning to look at her.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes before breathing out through her nose. Her cheeks were a faint pink colour, which she attempted to hide behind a shy smile.

"Sorry," she apologised instantly, voice raspy with a lingering sleepiness and bringing out her accent much more than usual. "I didn't mean to fall asleep."

I chuckled, shaking my head and trying not to let my gaze linger. I couldn't help it, okay? She was a cute tired person!

"It's all good, but you should've woke me up if you were tired," I told her with a hint of seriousness.

I thought she'd decline, but she simply ran a hand through her hair and smiled sheepishly. "Maybe. Yeah."

A stifled laugh escaped my lips as I nodded to the kitchen. "Coffee should still be warm. Help yourself. I've got first shift anyway."

She smiled gratefully before rolling out of bed to wake up properly. I found myself smiling, too, as I turned back around and looked through the camera to continue working.

—

27 hours in — 2pm

"The Black Widow, easy," I named instantly.

Wanda rolled her eyes and handed me the notebook and pen. "Okay, it was easy because you can't really make it challenging. She's named after a spider. What else could I have done?"

I laughed as she crossed her arms, feigning annoyance, before taking the notebook and pen and knowing exactly what would cheer her up. We were bored, since Jackson was taking an afternoon nap, and there was only so much TV you could watch before the French channels became boring. So, we thought it would be fun to try and draw the Avengers without actually drawing them. Stupid, but very entertaining.

Wanda stayed quiet as I hid the page from her, detailing my drawing the best I could, before I flipped it around so she could see it.

"It's obscure enough to provide a challenge, but really easy once you make it out," I commented with an amused smile. "Plus, you have an advantage."

She glanced at the drawing and then at me, raising an eyebrow. "I do?"

"Yes! Now focus. It'll come to you."

Wanda chewed on the inside of her cheek with thought, tilting her head as she attempted to decipher my drawing. After thirty seconds of nothing, I gave her a look of disbelief.

"Seriously?! C'mon! It's not hard!" I exclaimed.

She scrunched her nose, unaware of how cute it was when she did. "I really don't know. I give up."

I sighed dramatically before pointing to the page as I spoke. "Okay, so it's you. Look. There's a magician's wand here, like 'Wand'–a. Then, there's a minimum, maximum lever here and I even circled where it says 'max' like 'Maximoff'. It's Wanda Maximoff!"

She continued to study my drawing before entertained laughter escaped her lips. "That's so stupid!"

I put the notebook on the table as I felt my cheeks heat up. "Well, I was quite proud of it, but okay."

Her laughter only increased, causing her eyes to squeeze shut and enhance the crinkles by them. Hands clutching her tummy to stop her from bending over, teeth on display as an addicting laugh sounded around us.

I smiled to myself, realising I quite liked making her laugh.

—

31 hours in — 6pm

"Did I ever mention how much I hate surveillance missions?"

Wanda hid her smile behind her cup of hot chocolate. "Only every half an hour."

I groaned and sunk further into the bench we were sat on, clutching my hot chocolate for warmth. Jackson decided to take a stroll to the park today, despite how cold and dark it was outside, so Wanda and I had no choice but to follow him.

But we'd been here for an hour now, waiting as Jackson, too, waited for his contact to show up and meet him. It was clear he was being stood up, but Wanda and I couldn't leave until he did, so we sat close together, trying to stay warm with our hot chocolates.

"Can we at least play a game?" I asked, looking away from Jackson and to Wanda with hopeful eyes.

She tilted her head, glancing at me sideways. "Fine. What do you want to play?"

I looked up in thought, eyes eventually roaming around the park for some idea of what we could do to pass time. Then the perfect idea struck me.

"You can read minds, right?" I asked rhetorically, and she quirked a brow patiently. "How about this. I guess what people are thinking and you tell me what they're actually thinking."

"Y/N," she started to decline, but I pouted.

"C'mon, it'll be fun! You said you only do that for missions and technically this is a mission."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously and I gave her my best convincing smile. She eventually gave in, rolling her eyes and nudging me slightly when I nodded contently.

"Okay, him," she started, nodding subtly to a guy who was buying a hot chocolate from the vendor we'd gone to not long ago. "What's he thinking right now?"

I straightened up, a newfound energy taking over me as I watched him watch the vendor make his drink. Squinting with focus, I nodded with certainty.

"He's thinking about how he stuttered over his words when asking for his drink."

Wanda chuckled, raising her eyebrows. "What?"

"That's what I'd be doing," I said simply, making her laugh before focusing on the man.

A hint of red flashed in her eyes, fingers moving subtly, before she looked to me with a cocky smile.

"Well?" I prompted.

Her eyes twinkled with amusement. "He's thinking about how he can't wait to get home to his kids."

I scrunched my face up, unconvinced. "Nah, I don't think so."

She stifled a laugh before looking around for the next target. I glanced at Jackson meanwhile, but he was still pretending to read a newspaper, so I sipped my drink and waited for Wanda.

"That woman," she said, nodding to a lady who was bent over and fussing over her kid in a pram. "Go on."

I watched as the woman was pulling a hat over her kid's head, a disgruntled expression on her face. "Easy. She's wondering why the hell she decided to have kids when all they do is poop and cry."

"Y/N!" Wanda said between a grin, slapping me on the arm. "Don't be mean!"

"What? It's true!" I defended, though I appreciated the brightness her smile brought to an otherwise gloomy day.

She rolled her eyes before looking to the woman, using her powers to find out the truth. When red eyes returned to green, she gave me a knowing look.

"She's thinking about how she needs to hurry home before it starts raining."

Huffing, I glanced up at the grey, overcast clouds. "Me and her both. Can we go now? I'm cold and–"

I was cut off when a spit of water hit me in the eye, making me flinch. Then another, and another, and–

"Of course it's raining!"

Wanda laughed at my dismay, and I watched as the woman and her kid made a beeline for the exit of the park. She had the right idea – the rain was getting heavier in seconds, leaving me to pout into my cup and narrow my eyes at Wanda.

"Now can we leave?"

She put her empty cup in the bin beside us before pulling her coat closer around her and trying not to be affected by her now wet hair.

"Not until he does," she said responsibly.

I groaned yet again, pushing my hair from eyes and mimicking Wanda's stance in hugging myself. Stupid rain and stupid cold and stupid Jackson. Paris was not living up to my expectations, that was for sure.

"He's getting stood up, he knows that right?" I asked rhetorically.

A smile ghosted her lips but she said nothing. So, I sucked it up and sat there, trying not to let the rain bother me. But damn, was it annoying.

Half an hour more passed before Jackson decided to call it a day and head back home. Thankfully, that meant Wanda and I could go home, too. I practically ran back, wanting to get out of this horrendous weather and wrap up in warm clothes. Wanda seemed to feel the same, though I could tell she was dying to tease me when I entered our flat and shook myself off like a wet dog.

"That was the the worst thing ever," I stated, taking off my coat and shoes. "Let's never do that again."

"Or we could bring an umbrella next time," she countered with a mirthful look.

I rolled my eyes, squeezing my sopping wet hair into the kitchen sink. "I like my idea better."

She laughed at my dismay before heading to the bathroom and returning with two towels, one of which she tossed at my head. I pulled it from my face and stared at her with disinterest.

"What, do you need me to dry you with the towel, too?" she poked fun, tilting her head condescendingly.

I scoffed, looking away. "Please. I'm not a baby."

"Then don't act like it," she countered, making me glare at her.

We both dried ourselves the best we could and got changed into our pyjamas before wrapping a blanket around our shoulders and huddling around the camera by the window. Jackson seemed to be doing the same as us – attempting to get warm – but I was waiting for him to get in touch with the contact who stood him up.

It was getting hard to focus though, as Wanda's side pressed closely to mine, providing a warmth shielded in the blanket wrapped around us and making me forget all about the atrocious weather outside. Suddenly, her hand began to wave in the air, red wisps flowing from her fingertips. I turned slightly, realising she was boiling the kettle and preparing cups of tea for us without even looking. Impressive.

"Looks like your powers aren't completely useless then," I said casually, making her nudge me in the side to shut me up.

The smile on her lips was apparent, matching the same smile on my own.

—

47 hours in — 10am

"Okay, I'm gonna go have a shower," I told Wanda with a yawn, stretching my limbs at the same time. "Then I'll take next shift."

Wanda stood up from her place at the camera and quirked a brow. "I mean, technically, it's your turn on shift now."

I wasn't sure what she was hinting at. "What are you talking about?"

Her eyes flickered behind me and I soon realised it was to the bathroom door. "I was gonna have a shower."

"Just have one after me," I said, like it was obvious because it was.

"I've been up all night," she pointed out. "The least you can do is let me shower first."

I narrowed my eyes. "Exactly. You've been up all night and you knew when I was going to wake up, so you should have had a shower earlier so we wouldn't clash."

Unimpressed, she said, "I couldn't shower until you woke up. You'd want a shower as soon as you did anyway. It would have been impossible for me to shower earlier."

I rolled my eyes. "Look. I can't be bothered with this. Just wait and have one after me."

As I made a move to leave, I heard her say, "You have one after me!" then the sound of her feet hitting the ground as she broke into a run.

"Wanda!" I scolded, but attempted to run to the door before she could beat me there.

One cocky wiggle of her fingers and I tripped over the fallen duvet, sending me tumbling to the ground. I immediately pushed myself off the floor and bit my tongue when I found myself face to face with Wanda; she was stood in the doorway to the bathroom, smirking at me proudly.

"See you in twenty minutes," she quipped in an obnoxious voice.

I glared at her tiredly. "I hate you."

She grinned, waving to me, before closing the door in my face. I groaned loudly and headed to the camera to 'start' my shift. Sometimes she could be a real pain in the butt, y'know?

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Afternoon Naps (myg + pjm)

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Relationships: Jimin x Yoongi Genre: smut Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~5.5k

Tags: Smut, Consensual Somnophilia, Vampires, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, Coming Untouched, Established Relationship, Vampire Sex, Vampire Biting/Blood Drinking, Sleeping Medication, Consensual Necrophilia (Technically), Temporary Character Death, Vampire Min Yoongi, Human Park Jimin, Bottom Park Jimin

Summary: Jimin finds out his boyfriend's biggest secret, and reveals his own biggest kink. They realize that this can benefit both of them.

A/N: Fifth Kinktober fic, day 7: somnophlia; this fic is also filling a request from ages ago. @sujigguk requested a fic with “you’re not human”

A/N 2: The fic contains technically necrophilia -- vampire lore in this fic has the vampire "dying" (i.e. heart/breathing stops, body goes cold, rigor mortis sets in) while resting in their coffins. All sexual acts are discussed and consented to by both parties prior to this.

“Jimin!” Yoongi’s voice was sharp… And not all that happy when he opened the door of his apartment. Jimin smiled sheepishly.

“Surprise?” He said softly.

“What are you doing here?”

Yoongi looked tense as he stood in the doorway. From what Jimin could see over his shoulder, his blinds were drawn, and his apartment was still mostly dark. Strange, given it was nearly ten in the morning.

“Did I wake you?”

Yoongi hesitated. “No.”

Jimin’s smile faded a little. “I wanted to come by… It’s been a week.”

“We’ve been texting.”

Jimin’s smile disappeared completely. “I disturbed you. I’m sorry.” He backed up, ready to head down the hall.

“Wait, no, Jimin. Don’t go. You just surprised me, I’m not used to visitors coming by unexpectedly.”

Jimin looked at him, trying to gauge if he was being sincere. Jimin and Yoongi had been dating for nearly six months. It was great. Yoongi was always there for him, their dates were fun, and they never ran out of things to talk about. The sex was mind blowing. Sure, they fought a little, but never a big thing. The one oddity in all their time together… Was that Jimin was never invited to sleep over at Yoongi’s. Yoongi had stayed at Jimin’s a few times, and Jimin had come over once or twice, but never for more than a few minutes.

The last time they were together in person, Jimin had hinted at wanting to stay over at Yoongi’s one night. Yoongi had seemed okay with the idea, but also a bit stiff about it.

“I should have texted,” Jimin finally said.

“Yes,” Yoongi agreed. “But… You’re here, I can spare a few minutes.” He sighed heavily and stepped aside, letting Jimin in.

“Dark,” Jimin commented as he entered. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.” He reached out for Yoongi’s head, only to have Yoongi jerk away.

“I’m fine.”

Jimin scowled then, crossing his arms. “What’s wrong with you?”

Yoongi blinked at him.

“You’re acting weird. I’ve been with you half a year, I know when you’re not yourself. What’s wrong?”

“It…” Yoongi’s shoulders sagged. “It’s very hard to explain.”

“Well try. I don’t appreciate being kept in the dark. Literally or figuratively.” Jimin went to flip on a light.

Yoongi grabbed his wrist. His hand was frigid, and his grip was tight. Jimin gasped.

“Don’t.” Yoongi’s voice was sharp.

“Wh… What’s going on? You’re kinda starting to scare me.”

“I don’t mean to.” Yoongi let go of Jimin’s wrist.

“Why are you so cold?” Jimin went forward. Yoongi backed away but Jimin ignored him, grabbing his face. “Jesus, you’re freezing. Are you sick?”

“Not exactly,” Yoongi mumbled.

“Why won’t you look at me?”

“Jimin, please…” Yoongi leaned into his touch, his eyes screwed shut. “Please just go home… I promise, I’ll explain everything tonight.”

“No. You can explain right now, Min Yoongi.” Jimin crossed his arms and stood in front of the door, facing Yoongi.

“It’s not easy,” Yoongi muttered. Jimin remained silent. He sighed. “Fine. I… I really wanted us to last.”

Jimin narrowed his eyes, not liking how this was sounding. Yoongi stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“I’m a monster.”

“What makes you a monster?” Jimin pressed.

“Fangs? Death? Drinking blood?” Yoongi shrugged. “Any number of things. I mean a literal monster.”

Jimin laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, come on, don’t be silly. Yoongi, what is it really?” He asked. He flicked on the light. Yoongi winced visibly, raising his hand to shield from the indoor light.

Jimin’s entire body went cold. Yoongi was standing in front of him. His Yoongi – lean muscle and a sweet, round face, gentle eyes and guitar callused fingers… But not his Yoongi at the same time. The person in front of him was paler than Yoongi – his face almost grey it was so pale. His eyes were dark. Not just dark, but the pupils seemed to have expanded, filling the whites of his eyes and giving him a demonic gaze.

Yoongi let his hand fall, his expression timid despite the horror his features implied.

“You’re not human,” Jimin whispered.

“I’m a monster,” Yoongi agreed. “A vampire… Specifically.” He looked down. “Are you going to run away screaming now?”

“Make me, you troll,” Jimin grumbled. He let his arms fall and took a cautious step forward.

“I’m a vampire, not a troll.”

Jimin grinned at that, seeing the curve of a smile on Yoongi’s lips. “I’ll get it right eventually… Am I in danger? Standing here like this?”

“No. I have excellent control over my feeding… Why aren’t you scared?” Yoongi looked up, meeting Jimin’s gaze.

“I am.”

“You aren’t showing it… Aside from a fast heartbeat… I can’t see any fear on your pretty face. And your heart beats fast around me all the time.”

Jimin smiled. “Flirting isn’t gonna get you out of the doghouse… Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“You’re right.” Yoongi snapped his fingers. “I always forget. When is the right date to tell your new boyfriend you died and came back as a bloodsucking creature of the night? That once a week you have to spend a day in a coffin literally dead or you get wildly sick? Isn’t it the third? Or no, the seventh?”

Jimin slapped Yoongi’s shoulder with some force, smirking when he cried out, rubbing it. “Weak for a vampire.”

“I’m immortal, not immune to my boyfriend’s abuse,” Yoongi grumbled.

“Do you drink blood?”

“Of course I do.”

“Human?”

“When I can.”

“From live people?”

“Is that jealousy I hear in your tone, Mr. Park?”

Jimin glared. “You lied to me for six months, I’m allowed to interrogate you.”

Yoongi smiled softly. “I’m frankly just… In amazement that you’re still standing here. And no… Not live humans, not for a very long time. You may proceed with the interrogation – but I insist on us moving out of my hallway and to an actual sitting location.” He pointed to the couch.

“Do you have anything to drink? If I open your fridge… Will I find bags of blood?”

Yoongi made a noise of offense and crossed his arms. “Of course not, I’m not some barbarian. You’ll find a recyclable bottle of that’s filled with blood. But my sodas are in the door.”

Jimin went over to the fridge and opened it. Sure enough, there were three large water bottles filled with a very suspicious reddish liquid. He grabbed a soda from the door and went over to the couch, sitting next to Yoongi.

“How old are you? I’m guessing that twenty-seven was a lie.”

“I was twenty-seven when I died. Thirty-one years ago.”

“Oooh, I bagged myself a silver fox, huh?”

Yoongi huffed once more. “I died at twenty-seven.”

“Mhm… And now you’re fifty-eight.”

“Jimin, I’m gonna…”

Jimin giggled. “I guess I shouldn’t tease you… You might bite me… Would you?”

“Bite you? Not unless you asked.”

“Would it turn me into a vampire?”

“No. There’s a very specific ritual for that.”

Jimin nodded. “Cool. So, what does a vampire do? Aside from drinking blood… What’s special about you? I’ve seen you in the day. You complain a whole lot, but you don’t sparkle or ignite like a firework. We’ve taken plenty of pictures together… And you eat way too much garlic. You also sleep at night, and probably too long… And you aren’t any stronger than I am.”

“You’re making me feel real great here, Jimin,” Yoongi joked, smiling as he spoke.

Jimin laughed. “Sorry—I just mean… You seem human. I’ve never… Really assumed anything was off about you.”

“The great thing about humans, is that you all really like to assume everyone is like you. You avoid the things that support the opposite. Inhuman behavior, to some degree, so long as it’s not shocking or jarring, you can brush off as an odd quirk, a funny trait. I’m close to human, yes, but I am not human. I complain in the sun because my skin is sensitive. Bursting into flames is a myth, but I do burn far easier than most humans. My skin’s melanin has decayed over the years without cellular growth.”

“Which is why you’re so pale too.”

Yoongi grunted an affirmative. “Garlic is a myth, as is the no reflection thing. I’m sure hundreds of years ago, maybe? There might have been some truth to it, but modern technology and modern mirrors work different, so I can see myself the same as you. I am stronger than you, but I do well at hiding it most of the time. Any displays of it, you either don’t see, or brush aside. I do also sleep at night, yes – because I’ve put myself on a human schedule. I do this so I can live among you all without problems. Once a week though, I must sleep during the day. Sleeping at night is akin to a human living on a series of short naps at mid-afternoon. It’s not fully restful and it’s dangerous to do long term. I compensate by sleeping through the day one day per week, in the appropriate resting place.”

“R… Resting place?”

“My coffin.”

Jimin’s eyes bulged. “Coffin?”

“Yes, I am dead. I have a coffin.”

“That you sleep in?”

“Once a week. Otherwise, I sleep in the bed.”

Jimin nodded, his brows furrowed.

“Gonna run yet?” Yoongi asked.

“No… Is there anything else different?”

“Well… We’re excellent in bed,” Yoongi joked. Jimin glanced up. “I mean it. We have a… Special thing about us. You’ve had sex with other men before me, right?”

“Yeah, a few.”

“Haven’t you ever noticed that when we have sex… I’m much—”

“Harder.”

Yoongi nodded.

Jimin pouted. “I assumed it was because I just really turned you on. It’s because you’re a vampire?”

“Well, no, you really do turn me on... A lot. But a few days after I do my daytime sleep, I get naturally more rigid. I’m not sure why – I think it has something do with… Ah, well it’s gross. But it just happens.”

Jimin sat back, sighing softly. “You’re immortal.”

“Yes.”

“Honestly… I think that’s the thing that bothers me most about this. Not that you’re undead or drink blood or… But that you’re gonna never grow old. And I’m…”

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispered.

“If we work out…” Jimin began. “And stay together… You’ll turn me, right? You’d have to – for us to… Be together.”

“Not necessarily. While I wouldn’t hate the idea of someone’s company in my life… I know that a limited existence is so valued and important. It’s something that I would be willing to discuss… If we work out, and when you are older.”

Jimin nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Yoongi pressed. “That’s it?”

Jimin shrugged. “We all have secrets, Yoongi.��

“I doubt you have a secret as big as this, Jimin.”

“No… But I have one that… People have left for.”

Yoongi seemed to perk up a little at that, his brows furrowed. Despite the difference in his eyes, the sleek black, Jimin found his expression endearing and sweet.

“I like your eyes like this… Can you change them at will?” He asked.

“No. They’re like this because I’ve not fed for a while. I have to keep myself fed and rested or they shift; they’ll be back to normal after I wake up and drink… What secret could you have that’s so big, Jimin?”

“Well… I…” Jimin winced. “God, it’s weird as hell, I’m so sorry.”

“I won’t run,” Yoongi promised. “You’re sitting here next to me after finding out I’m a living dead monster. The least I can do is listen to your secret and try to understand.”

Jimin smiled softly at that. He nodded. “I like… Sleep sex.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like I like the idea of… Having sex with someone while they sleep or are unconscious. With their consent! I mean… I’d never… Do something nonconsensual.”

Yoongi remained silent a moment, thinking. “Do you want someone to have sex with you while you sleep? Or do you want to have sex with someone while they sleep?”

“Both, I guess. I like the idea of both. I’ve never done it. Most people stop talking to me after I tell them.”

“Why would they?” Yoongi pressed. “We all have kinks and fantasies.”

“Yeah, but a lot of them see it as a form of rape. And I get it, it’s a super grey area. You can’t change your mind while you’re asleep, so like… If you say it’s okay, and then as you drift off to sleep decide you don’t want it… Then it becomes nonconsent.”

Yoongi nodded in understanding. “Well I think that can be resolved just by open communication,” he said, touching his hand to his chin in thought. “If you trust your partner and they trust you, you two should be able to communicate what is and isn’t okay. I don’t think a kink like this is unsafe or unhealthy, as long as – like you said – it’s done with full consent.”

Jimin smiled cautiously, his heart skipping a beat. “You mean… You don’t find it gross?”

“Not at all.” Yoongi smiled. “I’m glad you shared it with me. I still don’t think it’s worse than me being a blood sucking monster… But I know it’s a secret you hold close, so I appreciate your trust. But… Would you want to try this with me someday?”

“Would I ever?” Jimin asked. He chuckled a little. “I fantasize about it a lot.”

Yoongi smirked. He moved little closer, pulling Jimin to him. “Would you want to try it today?” He asked softly.

Jimin’s eyes widened. Yoongi continued. “Look… When I sleep… In my coffin. I’ll be honest with you. I don’t breathe. I don’t move. I am… For all intents and purposes… Dead. I don’t decay, obviously. But my body goes very cold, my lungs and heart go still… And my body stiffens, as a corpse would. That includes… My dick.”

Jimin remained quiet, processing what Yoongi was suggesting. Yoongi slid his hands over Jimin’s shoulders slowly as he spoke. “So, if someone… Say my very curious, very human boyfriend… Happened to get horny while I was sleeping in my coffin… He could climb in and use my body… Ride me… And I’d remain fully unconscious no matter what.”

“Because you’re dead…” Jimin clarified.

Yoongi nodded. “Temporarily. I wouldn’t wake for anything, unless you shined sunlight on my body. So… If you want to do this…”

“Would you fuck me when you wake?” Jimin said quickly. “If I was sleeping, would you… Return the favor?”

“I wake in the late afternoon usually. You’d likely still be up.”

“Not if I took a sleeping pill,” Jimin suggested. “I have some, I used to get nightmares and they help. I don’t use them often, but I bring them just in case. I could take one after… And you could… Help get rid of your afternoon wood with my body.”

Yoongi shifted visibly on the couch. His tongue darted out, swiping over his lips. Jimin smirked. He leaned forward, sliding his hands up Yoongi’s thighs. “Does that idea sound good? You like it.”

Yoongi nodded. “I do,” he breathed.

“We can do it today?”

“Yes but… Jimin… You understand what I mean. When I lay in my coffin… You will be looking at the equivalent of a corpse.”

“I understand. But you’re still you. You say you’ll only be still and cold… You won’t be decaying or rotting or anything you associate with a dead body. And you’ll be waking up and… We’ll be together.”

“Of course.”

“Would it turn you on? Knowing I used you while you… Rested?”

Yoongi smiled softly, lowering his gaze. “Frankly? That’s… An incredibly sexy thought. The thought of you climbing into my coffin with me alone is enough to… Well… I’ve thought of it more than once. I never even imagined you’d be willing to… Let alone wanting to… Do more.”

“Should I stay in the coffin with you? After I finish?”

“I’m afraid not.” Yoongi shook his head. “Waking from my rest is a very jarring thing. I fear I might accidentally hurt you. I have a bed in my room next to the coffin, you can sleep there.”

Jimin nodded. “I do want this as long as you do. And I do want you to… Do the same.”

Yoongi leaned forward, kissing Jimin gently.

“Hey… You’re a vampire… Don’t you have fangs?”

“They retract. When I’m resting they will come out, so don’t kiss me – you could get poked. But when I’m awake I can pull them in and out as needed.”

“Can I see them?” Jimin whispered.

Yoongi seemed to be thinking about it. He grinned then. His wide, gummy grin suddenly became something much more frightening… And sexier, when Jimin realized his canines had lengthened and transformed into sharp, deadly points. Jimin’s breath left in a rush.

“Oh wow…”

Yoongi’s smile dropped again to a relaxed expression. “Satisfied?” He asked, his tone slightly breathier with the fangs in the way.

Jimin nodded. “I think you need to go to bed soon,” he murmured.

Yoongi smirked, one fang peeking out of his lip. “Horny bastard.”

“Not my fault.” Jimin squeezed Yoongi’s thighs. “Should I wait out here?”

“Please. Though it’s not disturbing I do like going to sleep alone. You’re free to come in in about fifteen minutes… I’ll be resting by then. The lube is in the top drawer of the dresser in the bedroom.

“See you in the evening,” Jimin said. Yoongi rose and leaned forward, pecking Jimin’s mouth gently.

Fifteen minutes had never been so damn slow. Jimin finished his drink and paced around the apartment, trying to distract from the ticking clock. He took the time to explore Yoongi’s place; he’d never had a chance to before. He had quite a number of interesting trinkets that Jimin wanted to ask about when he woke up. He pulled off his coat and tugged on one of Yoongi’s hoodies, hugging himself in it as Yoongi’s scent drifted into his nostrils from the warm fabric.

Finally. Fifteen minutes had passed. Jimin entered the bedroom carefully, letting his eyes adjust to the room, even darker than the living room. He found a lamp near a comfy looking bed and flicked it on, looking around. The light was soft, diffused by the heavy shade. In the center of the room was a large, dark coffin. Jimin approached it carefully, his heart in his throat. Inside was Yoongi, looking much paler than usual. He was entirely still, arms resting across his bare belly. He was in his boxers, his cock comically rigid, tenting the front up obscenely. He was stunning.

Jimin hurried over to the dresser and opened the drawer, finding the lube easily. He shucked his jeans and boxers, crawling onto the bed. He set his sleeping medication on the bedside stand and relaxed into the pillow. It smelled richly of Yoongi’s scent, his cock thickening against his thigh. He moaned softly, stroking himself. He looked over at the coffin, his stomach clenching. This was really happening. He poured some of the lube on his fingers and spread it over his hole, sighing contentedly as he pushed a finger in to prep himself.

When he was ready, Jimin rose, sliding the lube and his phone into his pocket. He went over to the coffin, taking a moment to gaze down at his beautiful lover. A vampire… He knew he’d likely have a moment of realization down the line – the understanding that this simple confession had flipped his life upside down. But he’d never been one to shy away from the macabre or bizarre, and he always wondered if supernatural creatures existed. Yoongi’s confirmation of that was… Unexpected, but not unwanted.

Jimin carefully straddled Yoongi’s lap. He knew he couldn’t wake him, but the fear was half the fun. Yoongi was still hard, his position entirely unchanged from the first moment Jimin saw him. Jimin pulled his boxers down just under his balls, smirking when he saw the tip was a deep purple red. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked gently, surprised to find it cool to the touch. Yoongi really was a living dead person.

A surprising twinge of arousal spiked through Jimin, making him shudder. He wondered if Yoongi could still come in this state. Only one way to find out.

He shifted over, taking the lube from his hoodie with shaking hands and adding some to Yoongi’s cock, and more to his own stretched hole. He moved over and began to settle into Yoongi’s cock, muffling his quiet gasps in his other hand. Yoongi’s cock was so hard it was almost painful. There was none of the give he was used to, forcing his ass open wide to take the tip, and sliding deep into him. He whimpered, shuddering hard when he took his entire length.

“Yoongi,” he whined softly. Curious, he reached out, touching Yoongi’s pale, cool face. He held his hand by his nose for a moment. Nothing. No movement of air, no shift, nothing. He moaned again, reality slowly sinking in. There was nothing normal or right about this. But God, it felt good. He dropped his hand down, pulling Yoongi’s top lip back. As promised, there they were, sharp fangs, glinting dangerously. Jimin touched one, ever so tempted to prick his finger on it, let Yoongi taste him… But no. Jimin pulled his hand back. That could be discussed at a later time. He settled back on Yoongi’s stiff cock and whimpered. There was no give. He was gonna lose it fast at this rate.

Jimin began to ride him, moaning openly as Yoongi’s cock slid over his prostate. He reached into his hoodie and removed his phone, holding it up. He found his camera app and angled it to show his face first, his cheeks mottled red with arousal. He moaned openly as he pressed record, not bothering to shy away from looking and sounding obscene.

“Your cock is so hard, Yoongi. You’re gonna break my ass in half, oh!” He shuddered, biting his lip and twisting his hips down. “Fuck, I’ve never had something this hard up my asshole, Yoongi… I’m gonna gape for hours after I’m done with you.”

He whined, his throat clicking as he struggled to swallow. He turned the camera, filming Yoongi’s body before turning it and balancing it behind him, so he could film himself riding Yoongi. He glanced back, smirking when he realized the camera was catching each long stroke, Yoongi’s cock sinking back into his ass. He spread himself and leaned forward, giving more light for the camera. He fucked himself hard and fast onto Yoongi’s cock, moaning and begging for more, not hiding the pleasure he was getting. He reached back and grabbed the phone, holding it up again.

“I’m gonna come, Yoongi,” he whined. “I’m gonna come from using your thick, hard cock, right here in your coffin. Wanna see?”

He turned the camera and lifted the front of the hoodie. His cock was bouncing with each thrust of his body, slapping gently off Yoongi’s still stomach.

“I’m so glad you slept shirtless,” Jimin panted. “Make me come, Yoongi… Oh God, please… Fuck my ass harder…” He moved faster, whining high in his throat. It shifted to a shout when his cock began to spurt, shooting ropes of come over Yoongi’s hands and belly. He stroked himself, still riding Yoongi’s cock as he milked the last come from himself. He shuddered and giggled, moving the camera behind him as he pulled off Yoongi. He held his ass open, feeling the cool air tickle him far more intimately than it should.

“Look at that gape,” he mumbled. “Too bad it’s not dripping with your come.” He pulled the camera back as he crawled out of the coffin.

“I think I’m gonna leave you like this… Covered in my come, boxers down… Just so you wake up and know what I did to you.”

He walked back over to the bed in the corner. “Now, Yoongi… I’m gonna leave the lube right there.” He angled the camera to show himself setting it on the nightstand and picking up the sleeping pill. “And I’m gonna take my sleeping medicine.” He angled the camera back to his face to show him swallowing it.

“Now I’m going to sleep just like this… No shorts… And I would love it, if you want to… To repay the favor and use my ass while I sleep.” He smirked. “I wonder… Is your come as cold your body was when you first come back? You should let me know… I wonder how that feels inside me…” He shook his head. “Sleep well… See you soon.” He ended the video and sent it to Yoongi, forcing himself to stay awake long enough to hear the buzz of Yoongi’s phone in his coffin. He let himself drift off to sleep, dreams full of sexy, arousing thoughts.

Jimin’s ass was on fire. He moaned softly, opening his eyes blearily. The first thing he saw was the coffin. He turned his head, spotting the clock… Nearly seven hours since he’d gone to sleep.

“Morning Sunshine,” Yoongi murmured. Jimin turned, spotting him at his desk. A cup of deep red liquid sat next to him as he worked on something. “How’s your ass?”

“Sore,” Jimin mumbled, reaching back. He was met with a gush of body temperature fluids, pouring from his gaped hole. He whined. “Fuck…” His cock throbbed against the mattress. “What did you do?”

“Me? I simply did as you asked in your video… Very sexy, by the way. Would you like to watch?”

Jimin rolled over, groaning weakly. His cock was hard despite the pain in his ass. It was perfect. “Show me,” he whispered.

Yoongi rose and grabbed his phone. He went over to the bed and sat on it with Jimin, passing him the device.

Yoongi did far less teasing and talking in his video. He set up the phone at an angle on the nightstand, allowing it to capture most of Jimin’s sleeping body. Yoongi slicked his cock, looking into the camera as he sank into Jimin with a moan. He began to thrust into him quickly, holding Jimin’s ass open as he did. He maintained looking at the camera most of the time, his eyes the same black they were when he went to sleep.

As Jimin watched himself get used on the phone, Yoongi pulled him onto his lap. He’d withdrawn his cock, Jimin could feel. He hissed and whined softly when Yoongi dragged him over and slid back into his come lubed hole.

“It’s sore,” he whined.

“You can get off then, I don’t mind,” Yoongi said, letting his hips go. Jimin smirked. He shifted to get a better angle to watch the video and began to bounce lazily on Yoongi’s cock.

On the video, Yoongi had picked up speed, grunting as he fucked Jimin’s sleeping body. He tossed his head back, shouting and baring his teeth.

Jimin moaned, catching sight of Yoongi’s fangs. He touched his own neck, a little disappointed at the lack of bite marks. Yoongi on video shuddered, his hips going still. He leaned forward, kissing Jimin’s shoulder.

“There’s my first load, Jimin. It was as cold as ice… I’ve never felt your hole squeeze me so tight. Next time I’ll do it when you’re awake… I bet you’ll squeal so pretty when it fills you…”

Jimin moaned, leaning back against Yoongi. “I wanna feel,” he confessed.

“I’ll make sure you’re awake next time,” Yoongi promised. “Wanna see the rest?”

Jimin nodded, riding Yoongi a little faster.

On video, Yoongi picked up the pace, fucking Jimin’s ass harder than before. He used him for nearly forty minutes, filling his hole three times. Finally, he sagged his shoulders, kissing over Jimin’s back.

“You’re so fucking sloppy, baby,” he grumbled. He grabbed the phone and angled it down. Jimin’s ass was red, his hole swollen around Yoongi’s cock. He pulled out slowly and come bubbled out, obscene sounds filling the air. Yoongi chuckled. “I’ll leave you like this. When you wake up I’ll give you one more, if you want it.”

The video went black. Jimin leaned forward, his ass aching at the new angle. “I want it,” he whispered.

Yoongi shifted, pulling out only long enough to get onto his knees. He sank back into Jimin’s already filled ass, and they both moaned at the sloppy noises. Jimin leaned up, wrapping his arms back around Yoongi.

“Bite me when you come,” he whispered.

“You sure?” Yoongi was fucking him hard, his cock twitching.

“Yes,” Jimin promised. He reached down, stroking his cock in time with Yoongi’s thrusts.

Yoongi was huffing erratically, holding tight to his middle. His fangs grazed Jimin’s shoulder.

“Are you mine?” Yoongi panted in his ear.

“Yes—“

“Give yourself to me.” Yoongi grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand off his cock. “All the way. Are you mine, Jimin?”

“Yes, yes!” Jimin moaned.

“I’m yours as well, Park Jimin,” Yoongi whispered. He slammed his cock deep. It began to throb, spilling inside Jimin. At the same time, Jimin felt a sharp pain and then a pressure on his shoulder. Pure pleasure washed over him. His cock began to spurt ropes of come, jerking hard enough to make them land on the floor in front of him. He shouted Yoongi’s name, reaching back and holding his neck as Yoongi drank from him.

The two collapsed on the bed as their orgasms faded. Yoongi kissed and licked at the wound on Jimin’s shoulder until the blood clotted, sliding his softening cock carefully from Jimin’s aching ass.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked, nudging Jimin’s shoulder with his nose as they cuddled back to chest on the bed.

“I’m great,” Jimin whispered.

“No regrets? Still okay with it?”

“Fully… You?”

“It was so exciting,” Yoongi admitted. “When I woke and felt your come on me… And then saw you sleeping… And that video was stunning. You were so beautiful.”

Jimin smiled shyly. “We’ll have to go easy the next few nights… I’m really sore.”

“Of course. I’ll be gentle for a while, let you heal up.” Yoongi kissed over his shoulder. “Did the bite hurt?”

“No. It felt good… How often can you drink from me?”

“I’d prefer not to often. Living human blood, not bagged, it’s… Very rich and sweet, almost like candy. It can become addictive. I’m honored you let me, but I’ll save it as a treat for myself, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course.” Jimin turned as well as he could. His gaze searched Yoongi’s face, finally dropping down to his mouth, lips pink and cheeks mottled. “It was so interesting. Seeing you in your coffin.”

“I know it can be frightening.”

“No…” Jimin shook his head. “I think it sank in… That I was looking at someone who wasn’t alive. But knowing you’d be awake soon after, it was… This bizarre sort of… Taboo but sexy thing? I’m a freak, aren’t I?” Jimin’s shoulders sagged.

“No more than I.” Yoongi nudged him again. “We can be freaks together.”

Jimin grinned. “Yoongi?” He said softly.

“Hm?”

“I feel gross.”

“Because of what we did?”

“No, silly.” Jimin laughed. “Because your come is gluing my ass and legs together. I need a shower.”

Yoongi laughed brightly, nodding. “Agreed. Let’s get one... It’s almost dinner, you’re probably starved.”

“You aren’t,” Jimin teased, rising slowly. “No, but I could eat. I’ll take you out after the shower.”

They walked together to the bathroom. “How does eating human food work with being a vampire?”

“Same as it works being alive,” Yoongi said, turning on the water. “It’s just empty calories for me – Which is why I never eat much.”

“There’s so much I feel like I have to learn about what you are… How life is for you.” Jimin crossed his arms as he waited for the water to warm. Yoongi straightened up and wrapped his arms around him. Now that Jimin was aware, he could feel that Yoongi was a few degrees cooler, his skin just a bit paler than human.

“You can ask anything you need. We have time, and I’ll tell you all you want to know.”

“Yoongi…” Jimin leaned against him, hugging him tightly. He could hear Yoongi’s heart, glugging along at a lethargic pace. He smiled softly. “Can I confess something to you?”

“Hm?” Yoongi asked, resting his chin on Jimin’s shoulder. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” Jimin whispered.

Yoongi went still, his heart skipping a little faster. “Jimin… Say that again,” he said.

“I… I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Jimin could feel Yoongi’s lips curve up into a smile against his shoulder. “In nearly sixty years of existence… I have never heard more beautiful words,” Yoongi admitted. “I love you too, Jimin… I feel like I’ll love you forever.”

Jimin pulled back, meeting Yoongi’s gaze. His eyes were back to their normal soft brown. He smiled. “Coming from someone who is immortal… That’s the most beautiful thing I could hear.”

Yoongi leaned forward, kissing Jimin deeply. He pulled him close, and Jimin melted into the touch. Yoongi may have cold skin, may drink blood and die once a week – but Jimin had never felt safer or warmer than he did at that very moment in Yoongi’s arms.

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