#(i think her speaker died or i told her to turn it down so she used headphones and ended up throwing up in th toilet and one of her earbuds

[nightmare8-420]

grape and watermelon mikes hard and 6 bud lights heart shaped box,,,hggn…,

[bluem1lls]

Hi! Could you do a fluff Se-mi one shot? Unfortunately I don’t really have any prompt to give you but I think a out of squid game AU would be pretty cool! Like it could be when they first met, or first date sm like that!

I would really appreciate it if you write it, but if not that’s absolutely fine! I hope you have an amazing day! <3

headcanons gf! se-mi

✦ synopsis: never let your annoying best friends to stop you from finding your girlfriend!

tw: a bit of nsfw

authors note: hiii im sorry for the no update, work is killing me but here's this! i hope u like it💓 tysm for the requests!

-> se-mi, who you've met because of a close friends hangout.

"would it be okay if i bring se-mi?" min su asked as i passed the joint to thanos.

"is she cute?" nam gyu asked.

"she's a lesbian" min-su answered with a chuckle.

"oh?" i said as i pay more attention to the conversation.

"she's probably not your type tho, you're so picky" min su said rolling his eyes as i scoffed.

-> se-mi, who was totally your type.

when you two met, you bonded immediately, laughing and smoking together as the other three were sitting on the couch staring.

"what about us man? when it's our turn?" nam-gyu said, watching as she said something that made you blush.

thanos and min su shook their head as they kept smoking.

"i bet i can drink more than you" she said as you laughed. "wanna bet?" she said with a smirk. "if i win, i get your number"

no need. two shots in and you were giving her your number no matter what.

-> se-mi, who texted you while you were passed out on nam gyu's bed as he was sprawled on the floor with thanos's arm around him.

you tried to find your phone, lowering the brightness as you grabbed it while your head throbbed.

pretty girl w the piercings: hi

pretty girl w the piercings: maybe its too soon but would you like to have dinner tonight? we can do something chill :)

-> se-mi, who has you waking up thanos and nam gyu with screams of happiness.

"who died?!" nam-gyu opened his eyes wide.

"min-su?! my boy?" thanos asks, alarmed

"se-mi texted me! she wants to hang out tonight! it's a date!" i said getting up the bed to quickly shower.

"this can't happen anymore bro. she needs to stop getting drunk and sleeping in your room" thanos says to nam gyu as he throws himself into his bed and covers himself with the blankets.

nam gyu blinks. two people already slept in his bed, none of those being him. he sighs as he goes into thanos's room to sleep some more.

"for fucks sakes" he mumbles.

-> se-mi, who's soon arriving to your house.

"i need you two idiots out of here tonight" you said, putting your earrings on and brushing your hair as they stared.

thanos winked as he grabbed his phone to call someone. "we're on our way" i could hear min-su over the phone screaming to thanos, alarmed, because he was on a family reunion. "we're your family too boy! be there in 20" he said, hanging up.

well. they're min-su's problem now.

-> se-mi, who stood there in all back, as she played with her lip piercing, smirking and looking up and down as you open the door.

"hi!"

"hey pretty" she said, as you moved aside, letting her in.

"we're just leaving" she got in as the guys got out, giving a quick head nod to her.

"get laid" thanos shouted from outside.

"she needs it" nam-gyu followed him.

of course you stood there all blushy as she chuckled.

you'll kill them later.

-> se-mi, who brought everything you told her you liked! a horror movie, your favorite snacks, diet coke and ice cream as dessert.

"it's this is okay? maybe i should've bought more things. now i'm nervous maybe it's time for a smoke break-" she rambles too much. you don't give her time to think as you cup her face and kiss her. her eyes widen in surprise but she quickly melts into it.

-> se-mi, who's quickly stopping the makeout sesh to turn on some 'cigarettes after sex' on the speaker.

-> se-mi, who starts hanging out more with the boys and talks a lot about you.

-like a lot. nam-gyu is tired. he has to see you at home and now hear about you??

-> se-mi, who loves chill dates with you, like staying at home and watching some movie.

-> se-mi, who has to get used to the guys because half of the dates probably include them bc they feel left out:(

its like you two are mothers going out with three kids. three very dumb kids (26 year old adults). but you love them and se-mi learns to love them too .. kind of. give her time.

-> se-mi, who not even two months in she's decoring your room with your favorite flowers and a sign that says 'would you let me be your girlfriend?' you kiss her until your lips go numb.

-> gf!se-mi who doesn't know how to keep her hands out of you. her hands on your hips, hugging you from behind, circles on your waist, underneath your shirt.

-> gf!se-mi who loves playing video games. she's SO happy when she finds out you don't actually like playing but you like watching. she buys all your favorite games and plays them all for you

"BABY, TURN RIGHT. I'VE WATCHED THIS 20 TIMES, GO RIGHT" you shout at her.

"do you wANNA PLAY?" she replies, getting exasperated trying to follow your indications.

you pout as you shook your head.

she loves this. wouldn't trade it for the world.

-> gf!se-mi who loves taking you shopping to the mall. clearly for the lingerie stores. probably ends up fingering you in there.

she buys anything you like, baby is poor but she tries SO hard for her girl:(

you're pointing at a plushie?? it's yours.

clothes u like? she knows your size, it's yours.

-> gf!se-mi who discovered your music tastes are so different that she can't believe she's listening to taylor swift and olivia rodrigo songs to learn them for you. she's incredibly down bad.

-> gf!se-mi who gets you a necklace with her initial

"for: baby

it's not because i own you, but because i really know you :)"

-> gf!se-mi who gets SO nervous when you wanna introduce her to ur parents. and she's so happy when they approved her.

-> gf!se-mi that is SOO smart, everytime she helps u study you're moaning.

-> gf!se-mi that's not studying for now, just working. but you are.

and when she sees you burned out? oh she's the first one to be there helping.

"baby, you've been studying for hours, let's take a break"

"i can't sem. my parents-"

"okay okay, let's go through the flashcards again and we'll take a nap, how does that sound?"

-> gf!se-mi that is there when you get a 87 and not a 100. and you're crying about what your parents are going to say while she caress your hair and kisses you.

"we'll start again in a bit if you want to, but for now let it out princess" she kisses your temple.

-> gf!se-mi who everyone stares when she takes you to campus. but she has no idea, she's just looking at you.

-> gf!se-mi who's a fuckgirl in recovery tho..

like the idea of cheating does not cross her mind. but sometimes she smiles. too much.

and maybe some girl is winking at her because god you have a HOT girlfriend.

and she just turns to you, smirking.

"did u see that babe? i haven't lost my charm ;)" she says as you scoff in disbelief. you two end up making out until her brain is too fuzzy to remember what she told you.

"just wanted her to see that you're mine" you say as you clean up any of your messed up lipstick.

her boxers are wet. sticky and wet.

and if someone you know is frequently flirting with her? next time they'll see her, she has three big bruised spots on her neck, and she's SO happy.

one time she had a little admirer at her job who went to see her like three times a week.

baby: she's here!!!!!!!!!!!

me: who???

me: wait.. stalker??

baby: mhm.

and when you leave her on seen, she frowns. she scans everything this girl is taking as she feels her phone vibrating. she checks her messages and oh! it's you!

two photos. one of you in her favorite red lingerie and the second one, you moving aside those pretty panties to send your bare pussy.

she's drooling. and her brain is pretty much broken.

"i-m-m sorry" she stutters to the girl in front of her, who frowns. "min-su cover for me! i'll stay tomorrow" se-mi screams at him and smiles at the girl who looks like her heart got crushed.

-> gf!se-mi who also gets jealous easily. match made in heaven!

give her two seconds before she's eyeing up and down with a cold stare to anyone who's talking to you. her hands grip your waist as they start to roam over your body, she leaves a wet neck kiss as she gets close to your ear.

"bathroom. right now. or you wanna show them you're only my whore? because i'll fuck you right here and i'll make them watch" she whispers on your ear while you're talking, making you shiver.

yeah forget the chat, it wasn't that interesting anyways.

-> gf!se-mi that spends every sundays with you

lazy days, laying in bed hugging and kissing eachother, picking two books out of your book shelf to read for a while. if it's raining?? movie, take out food and a nap.

she just wants to be with you, does not care about anything else.

-> gf!se-mi that if you're into romantic stuff, she's doing her best for her girl. sometimes she forgets tbh but there it is min-su to remind her!

se-mi: 😭 she's mad at me

min-su: it's flower day. according to tik tok, girl's wanna receive a yellow bouquet

se-mi: you're my second favorite person.

and she's at your door 30 minutes after you got mad with a yellow bouquet, smiling behind it.

she really tries.

-> gf!se-mi who knows how to draw so well, she actually draws a bouquet of ur favorite flowers to give u every month.

-> gf!se-mi who finds tik toks about kitties and sends them to you.

you open tik tok once again as you see a new video sent by your girlfriend. is a black cat licking a white cat with a pink bow

semisucks: das us:)

-> gf!se-mi who loves when you do skincare on her but she already has a pretty spotless face. although she uses hand soup to wash her face

-> gf!se-mi who never stopped flirting with you, she has to keep her girl

" you look so good tonight, you're lucky i have a wife or ill be taking you to bed real fast" she says winking as you roll your eyes.

-> gf!se-mi that after two years of dating, wants to move with you.

"you didnt ask for our consent" thanos says, shooking his head no as you both tell them the news.

"you steal our best friend and now you want her to move? that's not happening" nam gyu agrees with him.

you stare at the three of them who are fighting about you like little kids.

"well, i guess its time to bring the second choice" i say to se-mi as she places her head on the table as she mumbles 'fuck'

"she moves here" i say, staring at those two as they stare at eachother.

"fine. but no moaning" thanos says as nam gyu nods.

-> gf!se-mi who hates her birthday, except this year, when you throw her a mini surprise party with nam-gyu, thanos and min-su.

-> gf!se-mi who can't cook... please don't make her.

-> gf!se-mi who protects you and puts you on top of anything.

you're her girl after all.

nsfw hc!

-> gf!se-mi who has an obsession with your tits, when youre riding her? shes having a blast seeing your tits bounce

-> gf!se-mi who fucks u in public places. 100%

-> gf!se-mi who has a broken brain when she sees you with a new lingerie set.

-> gf!se-mi who has a black strap. and god she knows how to use it

-> gf!se-mi who didn't do it right if you're not crying and trembling by the end of the night.

-> gf!se-mi who loves quickies. everytime you two are about to go out you're suddenly 15 minutes late because you just looked so cute in that oufit, that she had to eat you out.

-> gf!se-mi who quiets her whimpers everytime you're eating her out while she's playing with the guys.

"are you okay? focus dip shit" nam-gyu says to her.

she's on her chair, completely flustered and out of breath, biting her lips while you're swirling around her clit.

"i'm- i'm fine" she sttuters as she quickly mutters the mic, her hand grabs your hair. "right there princess"

-> gf!se-mi who loves to hear you while she fucks you. if you're not screaming she's not happy.

-> gf!se-mi that gets extremely frustrated when you tease her in public.

it's okay, she'll make you her slut when you're back home<3

[moralesmilesanhour]

teamwork (makes the dream work...?) pt. 2

summary: miles is not exactly a productive work partner

wc: ~800

A/N: not much plot movement here, but a tiny bit of exposition sort of. Miles will calm down in the following chapters...maybe 🥴

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"Oh Miles? He's in some of my AP classes. Honor student," Your friend's voice filtered through your phone speakers while on the FaceTime call. She popped a potato chip in her mouth as she sat in bed and sniffled, at home with a nasty cold.

"I've heard his name before. I think his dad died, that true?"

"Yeah, a couple years ago. Say he used to be really sweet, and now he don't talk no more."

"That's sad," you remark. "Maybe that's why I'm only seeing him now."

"You actually saw him in class?!?"

Your friend's face was the picture of disbelief, eyes wide as saucers as if this was a rare event.

"Yeah, he's my partner for the week cuz you decided to go and get yo ass sick!" you explained, dramatically jabbing a finger at your phone screen.

"It's not my fault that kid from AP Chem sneezed on me, damn!"

"He's really smart, but his attitude fucking sucks. He draws good, though," you think out loud.

“It’s just a week, sis, give it four more days, you’ll be fine.”

“You’d better hope so, for your sake.”

-

The following afternoon saw you asking around, trying to piece together a picture of this kid that everyone simultaneously knew and didn’t know. By the time lunchtime ended and Ms. Jones’ calculus class rolled around, you had heard the following:

‘Almost flunked out of school…on purpose’.

‘Did graffiti on the school walls once.’

‘Freakishly quiet’.

‘Secretly joined a gang’.

That last bit made your stomach turn a little as you approached your new temporary seat. Sure enough, Miles was already slouched at his desk, twirling that same pen between his fingers like a drumstick. You didn’t bother to say ‘hi’ this time. He didn’t bother to look up, either.

Miles didn’t say a word during the lecture portion of class, not even to answer questions. Would explain why you’d hardly noticed him until this week.

As the heavy-set math teacher scanned the classroom, she frequently craned her neck and made brief eye contact with Miles, but never cold-called him.

Her skin was a chestnut shade, and she kept her dark hair pinned back in a tight, slick bun. The way she pressed her lips together as she moved on suggested that they’d been through this before, and she'd be sorely disappointed.

When her lecture ended, Miles suddenly stood to his full height.

You weren’t able to tell by the way he sat, but the boy was quite lanky. Even with his awkwardly-broad shoulders slumped, he likely was a half a head taller than you. Ms. Jones stopped her slow pacing around the classroom and sighed.

“Miles, sweetie, what did I say yesterday?”

Miles looked up at the ceiling and sighed in exasperation before plopping back down into his chair. He raised his hand as if it pained him to do so.

“Yes, Mr. Morales?”

“May I please use the restroom?”

A few snickers could be heard erupting around the classroom, and the woman rolled her eyes. An innocent smile was plastered over Miles’ face, revealing two deep dimples in his cheeks. If the smile had actually reached his eyes, you would’ve thought he was cute.

“Go ahead,” Jones relented.

The boy dropped the smile and noisily pushed his chair aside; As he shot back up from his seat and strolled past your desk towards the door, Jones narrowed her eyes at him.

“Hold it. Sir, where are your glasses?”

Miles stopped in his tracks, groaning loudly.

“Oh my god, I don’t need glasses to go potty, Ms. Jones. I can aim, I promise.”

“Make sure you put them on as soon as you get back, your mother told me to remind you. Go,” Jones said, waving her hand dismissively.

“Uh-huh, thank you, ma’am!” The boy was already in the hallway, letting the door slam behind him.

Today's partner work was just a packet of long equations to simplify, so you were only mildly irritated that Miles never seemed to return from his impromptu bathroom trip until the last fifteen minutes of class.

You looked up as he sauntered over to his desk, hands in his pockets.

“Where were you? Class is almost over,” you demanded.

Miles ignored you and sat down, picking up his pen to work at a long string of equations at lightning speed.

Suddenly, you reached over and snapped your fingers in front of him. The boy looked up with his lips curled into a grimace.

"What's good witchu? You got through the work, didn't you?" Miles hissed in a low whisper to avoid catching Ms. Jones' attention.

You frowned deeply. "And what if I didn't? I'd be struggling while you were off running around the damn school-"

"I needed time to myself," he interrupted. "To think."

" 'Think' about what?"

"Personal shit," Miles resumed his problem-solving. "Any more questions, officer?"

The school bell rang, pulling from you a sigh of relief that you wouldn't have to see him again for another 24 hours.

[silvvermst]

SO, KISS ME

SYNOPSIS :: a drunk Warren somehow ends up in front of your dorm roon

NOTE :: made this while I was at work, got this inspo from an edit on tiktok !! btw, this is a gn! reader yeyyy

TYPE :: fluff / implied smut

A phone call snapped you from your focus on the computer, your fingers typing abruptly stopped. You took off your earphones and swiftly grabbed the phone from the other table.

“Yes, hello?” You pressed the phone between your ear and shoulder. While you focused back on your PC.

“Heeey, friend. Why you calling?” Although the owner of the voice slurred his words, it was booming loudly from the speaker that you had no choice but to wince.

You mouthed an, ‘Oh my God’ with a roll of your eyes.

“Helloooo, is that you my friend? My wizard friend, Dumblebee?” Again, the loudness of his voice remains the same.

“Fucking hell, Warren, you know that I'm grinding tonight!” You said with a huff, slowly losing focus from not just the loudness of his voice but his background with party songs.

“Oh, hi! Can, can you, uh, my broom is not working. So, please pick up.” An annoyed expression was now sitting comfortably on your face. Even from miles away you can imagine the harsh smell from the liqour.

“No, I'm not taking care of your drunk ass.” You huff by this time your character in the game already died, flashing red with a text saying ‘Game Over’. “Ugh, now, I'm dead.”

“What?! NO! You can't be dead!” He screams on his phone that makes you grimace and the phone slips from your shoulder and ears, letting it drop on the floor. From a short distance, you can faintly hear his voice.

“I swear to God, I'll kill you when I pick you up.” you muttered under your breath before picking up the phone from the floor. “Stay right where you are, I'll bring you home.”

Then, you ended the call. You grabbed the hoodie he left on your bed and put it on, secretly loving the way it fits perfectly on your body. You locked your dorm room and headed to the parking lot, with the keys jingling on your finger as you tucked your phone in your pockets.

As you were about to start the engine, a call buzzed through your phone. Warren's name appears on the called ID. “I told you I'm picking you up. Stay where you are.”

“Uh, hey, you must be Warren’s friend.” A feminine voice filled your ears as you turned the engine on.

“Yeah, who, who's this?” You stammered unintentionally, but somehow your voice breaks, either from embarrassment or uneasiness whether Warren is even present in the situation.

“This is Max, I, we, found Warren outside of the club.” Oh, she's the girl Warren's been talking about for a month. “We'll take him home.” She pauses since Warren's voice starts to interrupt her.

“Is that my Dumblebee?” You sighed.

“Alright, then, you guys take good care of him.” You fiddled with the keys and turned the engine off. The other caller ends it, then you finally let out a big sigh you've been keeping ever since you've heard Max's voice fill the car from Warren's phone. Does that mean they went to the party together? Or he finally invited her? Asked her out? Was that their first date?

“Fuuuuck!” You slammed the car door close, your hands finding warmth inside of the pocket of his hoodie. “Shouldn’t have called me if you already had someone taking care of you! Fucking…hell.”

You went back to your dorm with a grudge, slumping back down on your office chair. The game you were playing earlier was still on and how the light from the computers lights up your dimmed room. Playing this shitty game is the only thing that can stop your mind from thinking about whether Warren made it out alive and is safe. But of course, the more you play, the more time passes and your worry only gets worse. To the point you let your character get killed and the screen fades with a ‘Game Over’, and immediately grabs your phone that sits on top of your bed since you threw it away earlier.

“The least that girl could do was update me on whether Warren made it home safe.” You said under your breath, feeling irritated yet upset since you know you don't have the right to it, you were just his friend, not a partner. “But still! I can still get worried, God be damned.”

You input his number and it starts ringing and ringing, at first you thought there was something wrong with your speakers that it seems like it has an echo. “Wait, what the fuck?” The only difference was that the echo comes from a distance.

More likely from the other side of the door that you immediately connected the dots. You rush to your front door upon opening it, Warren's back was lying against your door upon opening his back smashes harshly against the floor that he let out grunts of pain.

“Fuck! Warren? What the, what are you?” Your questions that were running through your mind seemed to fade away when you saw the discomfort on his face. “Alright, wake up. Let's get you to my bed.”

Your arms wrapped around his waist as you used yourself as his crutch, stumbling down to your bed. You let go of his weight when you were near your bed, and you watched as his head hit the pillows that he made a sound from.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Warren?” You sighed, not even caring if he's going to answer since he doesn't look conscious.

“Mhm…” He lets out that it made you step closer.

“What did you say?”

“You promised to pick me up.” He said in the most childish tone, like a kid that didn't get a gift from their birthday.

“Well, I'm sorry, your highness.” You said sarcastically while you rolled your eyes. “I would have if not for your little girlfriend.”

“Max is my friend.” You couldn't help but make an annoyed face, as you walked away from him and went to close the door.

“And I'm your friend, there's an obvious difference between how you treat me and her.” You whispered.

“I heard that.” How the fuck?!

“Now, aren't you a superhero with a lame power? Tell me, do you hear the birds chirping too?” You bite back, even yourself was surprised to have a petty fight with a drunkard.

He tries to sit up but fails miserably, as it seems the bed was swallowing him up. “Can you please come here? I really can't feel my legs.”

“Mhn, are you sobering up?” He didn't answer, instead opening his arms and legs wide like a starfish. “Nope, still drunk as fuck.”

“I missed you, we didn't see each other for like,” He pauses with a confused expression planted on his face. “For like, uh, four days?”

“It was just two days, Warren. Two. Days.” You emphasized the last two words, and turned to your heels walking towards your small kitchen counter. Brewing hot water on an electric kettle.

“I missed playing with you, studying with you, watching with you, reading your stories.” He says in his starfish position, still. Although, he didn't say he missed you but you were glad enough that he missed doing things with you.

“Me too.” A short reply that led him to keep talking that you almost zoned out.

“So yeah, that's how I got stuck at the party. Can you believe it?! Those fuckers! Now, I have to buy new tires.” He exclaimed, your bed was already a mess since one of your pillows was on the floor and your comforter was touching the floor.

“Don’t worry we'll get your car fixed. I know a vulcanizing shop, we can get a new tire.” The shriek of the kettle began and he screamed. Literally, screamed.

“What was that?!”

“Calm your tits, I'm preparing you some tea.” You pulled the plug and prepared a blue mug, his mug, which is a mug that he alone only uses. You filled the mug and dropped a tea bag on it.

“Mhm, tea. I like it with milk.”

“With milk, I know.” The both of you said in unison.

You could hear him thrash around your bed as there were shuffling and whining coming from him. He gets so fussy when he's drunk.

“Is it done?” He asks, his head resting against his hand as he turns his body to look at you from the kitchen counter. “You look good in my hoodie.”

Realization hits hard when you remembered you didn't take it off after you came back, as your blush appears quickly on your cheeks and feel its heat travel to your ears and down to your spine that makes your ears ring. “It was cold and your hoodie was the only thing I have right now.” You said quietly, thank fucking hell your back was on him because he can easily see the redness of your cheeks. But you didn't notice that he already got up from your bed.

“Mhm, should I just give you all of my clothes? You seemed to look better on them than on me.” He whispered beside you, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Shit! Warren! When did you get there? I thought you couldn't feel your legs!” It was too late, he already saw your face. So instead, you wrapped your hand on the handle of the mug and pushed it gently to him. “Get yourself sober and I'll take you home.”

You walked away, almost running from him. As your eyes darted around the room, you plopped down on your swivel chair. Though, you can hear him take some sips of his tea and hear a hiss from burning his tongue. “Are you making fun of me?”

You couldn't help but giggle at him, “Sorry, sorry, you sounded like an idiot.”

“Nuh uh, my GPA is higher than yours. Therefore, your argument deems to be irrelevant.” You can hear him start to walk, but not near you. He settled down on your bed once again. “I can see you rolling your eyes.”

“Whatever, finish your tea… you're crazy for ending up here” You mulled over the thought of it and couldn't help but ask him. “Why were you even here in the first place?”

“You said you'll pick me up.” He repeated his answer from the same previous question you asked him. “I told them to drop me here. So you'll get to take me home.”

You noticed he hasn't slurred his speech so much, maybe since the conversation went on and on it made him sober enough.

“You’re an idiot, you really are. It's just, sometimes I don't even get you. We've been friends for a while. I mean, maybe for a while, but you're hard to read. And the stupid comments you're making earlier, you make it sound like I stole your clothes.” Your frustration from earlier was already filling you up that you didn't notice he set the half empty mug in your nightstand and walked towards you.

Warren saw how your shoulder blades motion as your hands waves around while you're explaining, but when you get like this you always turn your back on him. He hates it the most, when you finally say your true feelings to him but you're talking to air instead of facing him. He wants to see your face, your expressions, that cute crunch that forms between your eyebrows, or how you bite your lower lip when you hesitate but in the end spills whatever you're thinking anyway. He couldn't read you the way he wanted to, and so he approached you, placing a firm hand on your swivel chair and turned you around.

“Do you want me to stay or not?” His voice was soft but his expression was stoic. The drunkenness he felt earlier dissipates, he could clearly see your face and your mouth formed an ‘o’. Then, once again the blood on your body travels back to your cheeks staining it with red.

You were like a gaping fish when you met him face to face, trapping you on the chair as his hands held on the armrest. “Well?” He urges on. “Does your silence means ‘yes’?”

Thoughts were rushing through your mind, what the fuck is he exactly insinuating?! First, he goes to that fucking drive-in with a girl. The next he hangs out with Brooke. Now, he's trapping you in this chair with no idea why the fuck is he even upset! If anyone is upset, it should be you!

“I just thought Max will take you home, how was I supposed to know you'll get this childish?!” You huffed, crossing your arms and leaning your back to the chair. “There are already a lot of people taking care of you, why should I include myself in? We're just friends.”

His shoulders slacken. “Then, fine. I'll get going, then.” He grunted, pulling himself away from you. Swaying from side to side as if his drunkenness came back. “Poor me, alone and drunk , I hope I won't run into some muggers.”

You sighed and looked at the ceiling. “Just pray that I won't kill you tonight. At least, get sober before we head out because I'm not dragging your sleepy ass when you pass out.”

“Okie dokie! Don't worry, I'm all sober now.” He responds with a smile on his face before launching himself on your bed.

“But you just said you're drunk?!” You threw your hands up in frustration.

“Did I say that? Oh, well.” His jolly attitude continues as he hugs your pillow and comforter. Is he actually faking his sobriety right now?

You got up from your chair and walked to him, “Alright, stop lounging around and let's get going”

He was quiet for a second but he didn't get off the bed, “I’m sorry for earlier, Chloe told me those lines usually work.” Instead he was busying himself with fiddling the stitching of your pillows.

“It’s fine.” You sighed, stood in front of him and he started to look at you with that gaze. “Wait, what do you mean by ‘usually work’?”

Warren looks at you straight in the eyes, the type of stare that pulls you in as if there was a whole constellation inside his irises. He eventually looked away, pushing himself up from your bed until he was standing in front of you, his shadow created by the low light of the lamp covering you.

“What?” You ask, realizing how dumb you sound, like a deer in headlights.

“You really are naïve, as Chloe said.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. I'm gonna get going.” He turned his back on you and headed to your door. Of course, you followed after him. When he opened the door, he stepped out in the doorframe, making the door remained open since he was still standing on its way, not budging.

“Now, what?” You asked, your phone in your pocket buzzing. “Wait, let me get this first.”

As you were about to pull out your phone, he asked you. “Truth or dare?”

“The fuck are you talking about.” You brows furrowed, confusion written all over you that you start to look like a question mark.

“Truth or dare? If you don't answer or do the dare, you'll do my homework for a month.” He repeated, his hands fidgeting to the point he started to scratch his nape. “Come on, don't make me look like an idiot.”

“You already are, dumbass. And it's dare, but make sure I don't get into trouble.” You took your phone and saw the caller ID and declined the call.

“Kissmerightnow.” He says, although his words came out too fast. But you weren't an idiot to not understand it. Then, his cheeks blushed with red as dark as cherries.

You were speechless to say the least, by how he's acting now made you believe for a second he's actually serious. But you know better that there's no way, surely he's just pulling a joke that Chloe, maybe, taught him.

So, you took his hand and planted a ghost kiss. Your lips barely brushed against his knuckles, but he could feel your hot breath that made his blush even darker and you noticed the twitch of his hand.

“There, asshole. Are you happy now? Let's get going.” You say but you were as flushed as him.

“Now, you ask me.” He pouts like a fucking child, you don't know whether you can stop yourself from pinching his cheek if he doesn't stop this cuteness.

“Fuuuck! Fine! Truth or dare?” You impatiently said, your hands resting on your hips.

“Dare.” You laughed at how determined he looks.

“Then, kiss me on the lips.” You say with a smug grin on your face.

He looked at you, again with that fucking stare, “Are you serious?”

“I’m dead serious, unless you want to ace all of my homeworks this month—”

You didn't finish your sentence because his own lips shut you up, his hands on your plump, red cheeks. His soft lips brush against yours, his eyes are scrunched close while his ear turns red that's similar to the color of his cheeks.

Your arms were limped on your sides, as you felt his body heat wrapped around you. You didn't realized that you were kissing him back, but he made a squeak when he felt your tongue glide on his lower lip. He patted your shoulder, stopping the kiss and took deep breaths that you kept while the two of you basked in each other's kisses.

The both of you were silent, but finally, you finally understood the look he gave you too many times. He was hitting on you in the first place, you were just too dumb to notice. Your eyes finally understood him, as well as he understands you.

The silence was deafening which is why you pulled him to you by his collar and closed the door behind you. Wishing no one saw the both of you making out in the hallway.

Although, a certain brunette with blue hair peered at the window.

“I really thought he'd chicken out, man. I mean, he was begging us to pick him home instead.” The blue haired bragged. “And in the end he makes us stop by at their dormitory. That guy is so fucking in love with them.”

“I know, but I guess we did a great job making him drunk first, huh?” Max says, though she wasn't really up to the challenge. She thought there was a better way to confess instead of drinking a lot of liquor to muster up Warren's courage. “Let's just not mention the fact that we put holes in his tires.”

“I doubt he'll get angry, I'm sureeeee he's enjoying a lot tonight.” She said with a grin, and Max just laughed and pulled her by the hand away from the window.

[afyrian]

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sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 1.2k | prompts: meet cute + failed new years party

    music blares through comically large speakers, a music video playing through the television screen. it shakes the floorboards beneath your feet, vibrating through your socks and up your shins. a drink's top is held by your hand, holding it low with your hand covering the top. most of it is still filled, a warm buzz still lingering in your chest from your roommate's pregame. standing in the corner, you stare out at all of the people dancing with their partners and friends.

  someone close to you laments to one of their friends, complaining about not having someone at midnight. that they were turned down by far too many guys this year and she's just ready for it to be over. another mentions leaving early, watching a movie and relaxing as a form of 'rebellion' against the institutional rule. inspired by their ideas, you push against the far wall you're leaning against and make your way through the crowd.

  people press up against you, bumping into you with nearly every limb. holding your drink up high, you break free from the group, making your way down a lonely hallway. stepping into the kitchen, you can clearly see it's owned by a group of guys with the sole intention of throwing parties. grime settles on the kitchen counter, specks of grease smeared across the stove top.

  setting down your glass in the sick, you hear the sickening sounds of someone throwing up in the next room over. grimacing, you head back down the hallway, hand feeling the wall as you peek around the corner. there stands a few glasses on liquor on the floor, puke muddled within. one of the members of this house has puke up and down his sweater and pants. holding back the slight nausea building up, you open up the small closet’s door.

  inside is a mound of coats built up to your waist, your brown jacket pushed down halfway through. the material bunches up in your hand. looking over, you see your roommate walking over to you, a scowl on her face. “where are you going?” her voice is quiet, the music having died down since the ‘incident’.

  “i’m leaving. you have other people here, and i’m not drunk enough to be stupid. you know i’m not a party person, so, i’m gonna go back and watch a movie,” you whisper back, pulling the sleeves over your arms and zipping it up.

  “but it’s nearly midnight! and i’m sure i can find someone-”

  “no, no thank you! last time you ‘found someone’ for me, i ended up walking back to our dorm from an awful restaurant that was three miles away,” your head shakes quickly, pushing past your roommate and to the front door, opening and closing the door with a quickness that you never could’ve expected. 

  outside the chilly air is sharp, like needles prickling at your nose. stuffing your hands into your pockets, you start down their long driveway, excited that just two blocks away is your warm dorm room. snow trickles down from the sky, building up against the grass and streets slowly. pursing your lips, you start to realize just how quiet this area is at night.

  the only noise being the sound of someone else shutting the house’s door. looking back, you see someone walking towards you, the dark outdoors making his face indiscernible. furrowing your eyebrows, you keep walking, your heart beating quickly. “uh l/n?” his voice is smooth, your name sending a sharp uptick of fear in your heart.

  looking back, you swallow whatever saliva was building, “i’m sorry, who’s asking?”

  “sorry, i’m sakusa. i think we’re in the same anatomy course. i told my teammates i was gonna head back to my dorm and your roommate asked if i’d walk you back. as it’s rather late,” he comes into view of a nearby streetlight.

  his face is soft, handsome. two moles rest above his eyebrow, curly hair escaping a beanie that’s been put on haphazardly. leather gloves cover his hands, moving into his pockets to protect them from the chilly air. “right, she knows how to meddle. i assume she mentioned something about ‘being with her for midnight’,” you shake your head, continuing your walk as he quickens his stride to join you.

  “well, she didn’t. one of my teammates, atsumu, assured me that it’d be a great way to have my first new years kiss,” he shakes his head, walking with your stride, head turning like he’s checking the clock on his watch, “which would be in ten minutes.”

  you nod, trying to keep your heart from beating quicker every time you look at him. “right, well, i’m not usually one to kiss after really meeting someone for only ten minutes, no offense,” you bump into his shoulder, foot prints following the both of you down the street, surely to be covered by the incoming snow. 

  sakusa agrees, trying to keep his head staring straight. he can remember almost every time in class that you lifted your hand, that you looked to your friend and whispered something when the teacher announced a quiz. a part of him is happy to have finally had a chance to meet you. but looking at you, staring into your eyes, he knows he’s incapable.

  “none taken, i’m not really the type either. so… how are you fairing in anatomy?” 

  you look over at him and his attempt at keeping a conversation going. shrugging your shoulders, you give him a half-hearted smile, “okay, not my strongest suit but i don’t think i’ll fail, and that’s the only thing holding me on.”

  sakusa nods, walking past the next street with you. the college town’s layout appears perfect for students who don’t have a car (which happens to be most of them). passing a few apartment buildings, you see your dorm hall just one more street down. it’s decorated with holiday decorations, bringing a smile to your face. 

  “well, if you need any help, i would be more than happy to work with you,” sakusa looks over to you, looking straight ahead as you look back to him, a moment of uncertainty. 

  “i would like that, yeah. sorry, your friends forced you to walk me home. you really didn’t have to,” you stop at a stop light, turning to face him, hands clasped in front of you.

  his eyebrows furrow, body finally turning towards your’s, a smile on his lips. “but i wanted to, even if some of it was simply a set up,” sakusa swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing as he nervously shrugs his shoulders.

  “thank you, i mean we could tell them that we kissed, to get them off of our backs.”

  “sure, or we could just kiss.”

  you look up at him, smiling widely, looking up at the sky and back to him. taking a moment, you breath in the fresh city air. it’s quiet right now, the only sound being of people chanting down the time. “yeah, why not,” you bring your hand up to his neck, pulling him in for a kiss right as fireworks go off.

  he tastes of a light bourbon, something fancier than anyone would’ve had at the party. the smell of leather and the feeling of his gloved hand on your cheek sends a smile to your lips. sakusa feels it, smiling as well before pulling back, his forehead on your’s. “they’re gonna love this story.”

  “not as much as i do.”

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[hunters-vigil]

The Archon's Baby - Chapter 10 - Into the Night Kingdom

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request from ao3: Make one where they have a child but the female character doesn't tell Mavuika that she is expecting a child and distances herself from Mavuika please 🙏🙏

warnings: talks about castration, sisters arguing, talks of dying (nobody dies in this chapter), innuendos.

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3. Reader is not the traveller. Reader's adoptive sisters are Chasca and Chuychu.

"What did the doctor say?" Mavuika asked, giving you her full attention as Iansan looked confused.

"Archon?" Iansan began, but her question went unanswered.

"To rest. I'm fine... we're both fine. Mayahuel thinks the calculations are off though."

"Oh?" Mavuika frowned, knowing that Chuychu had estimated how far along you were when you took your test.

"Ten maybe... rather than nine. Find out more accurately soon." You shrugged, trying to block out how Iansan was looking between you and Mavuika.

"Archon, what is happening?" Iansan waited for an explanation, before realising this was clearly not her business.

"A personal development. One that in time, those closest to us will know more about. I apologise, Iansan." Mavuika explained giving you an apologetic look as she held back her urge to sweep you into her arms. Or to pepper your face in kisses and bury her face in your neck. To one day hold your baby in her arms.

"It's fine, but aren't you supposed to be resting?" Iansan turned to you, as you raised your hands in surrender, heading into Mavuika's personal chambers- yours and Mavuika's chambers, to do as you were told.

"How much does she know?" Iansan asked the moment that she heard the doors close behind you.

"Everything and more." Mavuika sighed, playing with the cuff of her bodysuit as Iansan frowned to herself. Were you one of the ancient name bearers?

(You were definitely bearing something alright...)

The sun was setting, you had no doubt Chuychu had reached wherever Chasca had gone and was giving her an earful now. You however, returned to Atea's letter, frowning as you read over its contents, then glancing at the other things in the package...

/// Meanwhile...

"Alright. It's just the two of us now. You have one minute to explain yourself." Chuychu folded her arms, not even facing Chasca, who sat on a crate, mirroring Chuychu's folded arms.

"I don't have anything to say. You don't have to approve, but you should know I only do what's necessary." Chasca huffed, but her younger sister was having none of it.

"What's necessary? You almost stormed the Speaker's Chamber to castrate the Archon. You seriously think our little sister needs that on top of everything? Your attitude is the problem here. Half the time, it's like you don't care! You try to sneak off to the Night Kingdom behind my back, then play it down as if it's just a trip abroad! Did you think about how it might affect me, or our pregnant baby sister, who would hang onto our every word growing up? Do you want her baby growing up without one of their aunts?"

"Well... technically I am going abroad, right? And, did you really have to bring that up?" Chasca shuffled uncomfortably at the memories.

"Again with the excuses!" Chuychu exclaimed, frowning at her older sister's attitude, before starting to talk through the four levels of danger, again.

Unfortunately, unlike arguments with you involved, this one did not end peacefully... it was not a normal argument.

"Alright, let's stop this here. If we keep going, I might actually have to get serious, and I think Wayna prefers his roof attached to his house."

"Is that a threat? That sounds like a threat to me!" Chuychu shouted, as Chasca finally raised her voice, momentarily.

"UGH! Chuychu! Younger sisters are supposed to listen to their elders."

"Well, we both know how well that goes sometimes." Chuychu huffed, reflecting on what she had told you in the past, "so you're really going to go? No matter what I say? I'm supposed to be your sister."

"Then, support me. I'll be back, all you have to do is wait." Chasca stated before turning away to go back to the others.

"Chasca... so, that's it? Why'd you both have to turn out to be... so... darn... annoying!" Chuychu grumbled, walking away first. She could at least distract herself with any patients at the Scions of the Canopy... while her elder sister risked her life in the Night Kingdom.

///

Paimon's voice woke you up first, but you had no interest in leaving the bed until you heard Chasca speak.

"Is she here?"

"Resting." Mavuika was vague, gesturing to her personal chamber doors. She didn't want anyone else entering after Chasca headed inside.

"It's me. I'm back. We're heading off again soon, but I wanted to check on you-" Your eldest sister began, but her words stopped at the moment you moved to hug her, waiting for a moment before she nodded, and let the hug happen.

"I missed you." Her ears barely picked up your words, holding you gently in her arms. She didn't want to hurt you accidentally, but you both needed the hug.

"I missed you too." Chasca whispered, before she moved her arm, "also, I brought you a snack. Puff Pops, from the Scions of the Canopy."

Your eyes lit up, the snack reminding you of many a time you watched the stars with Mavuika, eating it together in between conversation.

"Can I share them with Mavuika?" you hesitatingly asked, looking your oldest sister in the eye as she softened and nodded.

"I should warn you though. There's more than just Mavuika out there."

"So I should put on more clothes... um, can you help me find something comfy that also fits?" You flustered as Chasca raised an eyebrow, feeling out of her depth as she glanced around the room.

"I thought Chuychu helped you with that stuff. She mentioned something about bras-"

"She told you that? She said you'd shrivel up like a raisin if I asked you for help bra shopping!" You spluttered, as Chasca did indeed metaphorically shrivel up like a raisin at the idea of bra shopping with her younger sisters.

"Just... put some socks and shoes on too." Chasca brushed you off as you changed out of the sleep shorts into something more appropriate.

"Yeah... I confused the doctor by walking around with no shoes on earlier too." You admitted as you and Chasca headed towards the door to Mavuika's office, where all her mementos were... and apparently everyone else had gathered too.

"What is this place?" Paimon enquired, waving when she spotted you appear with Chasca, and a food she hadn't seen before, "ooh, food! What is that? Hey, isn't that Atea's talisman?"

"Puff pops. Scions of the Canopy specialty." You answered, flicking one of them into your mouth before scurrying over to Mavuika's desk.

"This is where I store all the various mementos I've collected." Mavuika explained, while the others admitted they'd never been in here, you were all too familiar with the room.

"I suppose you could see it as a hobby of sorts. In Natlan, everyone grows up listening to the stories of heroes. Chasca, you're already aware of your sister's work in preservation, physical items do a far better job at preserving those stories than our own memory." Mavuika sighed, watching you from the corner of her eye with a fond smile, "now, I still have some preparations to make for the ceremony, so feel free to take a look in the meantime. If you're curious about an item, I'm more than willing to tell you about it's origins."

"I can, also. Some of the stuff in here is what I've recovered or helped make." You replied, leaning against Mavuika's desk, much to the confusion of Mualani, and Chasca's uncomfortable frown.

"This flower looks like it's thriving. You must be good at taking care of plants, archon." Chasca commented, looking from the flowers to where you and Mavuika were stood, exchanging glances.

"The seeds were a gift I planted, there were so many I spread them between a few pots." Mavuika explained, not seeing how Chasca held back a shudder.

"Maybe you should have been more careful about where you planted your seed." Luckily everyone else was distracted observing the historical objects from their respective tribes, or chose to ignore what Chasca said because of the look on your face.

"Chuychu is right, you're so annoying!" You shivered, no longer hungry as you offered a grateful Paimon the rest of the Puff Pops.

Mavuika's ears burned with warmth, trying to keep her face blank but failing as she turned on her heel to not look in your sister's direction.

"Are you alright?" you mouthed, trying to hide the photo that your lover had on her desk of the two of you, but all you had done was gently lay it face down, leaving the mural of Mavuika's family fully on display. Mavuika nodded, answering Paimon's questions about Atea's talisman, then the other mementos.

Eventually the Traveller and Paimon made their way to Mavuika, who had just finished up with the powder, waiting for it to set.

"Well, what do you think of my collection? Do you feel like you have a better understanding of Natlan's culture?" Mavuika smiled, continuing to explain how the collection served as something similiar to ancient names. Something you were aware of, which was why you had taken photos of everything Mavuika had collected, and banned her from trying to use the albums for anything but looking at sentimentally.

Mavuika's talks about time left you speechless, having heard her explain the shape of time before, but it never failed with you. Something about time haunted you, but you knew why. Mavuika was on borrowed time, and so was Natlan, if the abyss couldn't be stopped. Blinking back tears, you directed your attention onto the Traveller, who spared a concerned glance at you.

"Humanity excels at living in the present, but too often, we forget the past, and neglect the future." Mavuika explained, nodding as the Traveller figured out what she was saying.

"So it all comes down to the power of the divine throne and the rules... wait is that, a family portrait?" Paimon floated closer to Mavuika's desk, "and- what do you have there?"

Paimon spotted your hand holding a photo frame down from her view, "It's mine. It's just a photo. Mavuika, how about you explain your family portrait?" you stumbled, looking panicked but Mavuika didn't hesitate to explain. Especially since that photo was of you and her as a couple.

"That's my father, mother, younger sister, and the little saurians we raised. I turned a piece of my dad's armour into a canvas and comissioned a famous artist to paint our likeness." Mavuika explained, her hand lingering over her heart as she spoke.

Chasca watched carefully, noticing the soft look on your face as Mavuika spoke of her family.

"Your sister is so cute! Looks like you two are really close!" Paimon cooed, "Paimon was having a hard time thinking of an archon as a normal human, but seeing this portrait... it kinda makes sense now. It really doesn't look like there was anything special about you before-" Paimon froze as you let out a cough, "wait, is Paimon allowed to say that?" covering her mouth, the Traveller gave her a warning look to watch her tongue.

"A little late for that question, don't you think?" Mavuika chuckled, but the tenseness of the Traveller and Paimon left you raising an eyebrow, and Paimon's hurried apologies left you to wonder. What had happened in their interactions with the other nations' archons?

Mavuika's laughter brought you back to reality, catching yourself before you reached out to snuggle into her side. You couldn't, not when you two weren't alone... plus, Chasca seemed to still be mad at Mavuika, judging from the way she was watching you both.

"Becoming the archon doesn't mean you sever ties with your family. The position just comes with a lot of responsibilities, so it impacts how often you get to see them." Mavuika turned her head to look at you, hiding the sad look in her eye from the two outlanders. Instead, she began to recall a memory with Hine from her childhood, noticing how you had closed your eyes, trying to hold back your tears.

"As the Archon, I made a vow to defend this nation, and experiences like that... they remind me of what I'm trying to protect."

"Well, what happened after that? This portrait looks pretty old, your sister must be all grown up by now, right?" Paimon innocently asked, not even acknowledging how you got up, leaving the photo frame alone as you headed towards your older sister.

Mavuika had guessed about what happened to Hine, thanks to your work alongside the Scions of the Canopy, and the previous pyro archons knowledge. However, a lot had been lost to history.

"Hey, what's-" Chasca began, freezing up as you hugged her without a word. Her arms eventually wrapped around you gently, her chin on your shoulder as she stole a glance at Mavuika, who only smiled understandingly back at her.

"It's getting late, Chuychu arranged food for you with Chanca." Mavuika explained, smiling softly as you frowned but nodded, heading out of the door to let the others try to save Kachina. You didn't need to be there, so Mavuika would find you when everything was done.

"I'll tell Chuychu to be ready just in case. She's very experienced with dealing with abyssal corrosion- that face you just made, don't tell me you two got into another fight?" Mavuika spotted how Chasca immediately looked uncomfortable at the mention of Chuychu.

"The last time all three sisters were in the same place, it didn't end well. Chuychu doesn't know I've apologised..." Chasca gestured to the photo frame, while Mavuika sighed.

"You three... I can only have myself to blame."

///

"Hey munchkin." Chuychu approached you eating dinner under the watchful eye of Chanca. The ancient name bearer suspected something the moment your sister had arranged food with her, and tatacos were off the menu indefinitely. You loved tatacos, your sisters would order them from her all the time for you after all.

"Hi..." you tried to speak over your mouthful of broth from your grainfruit meat soup, deciding to hug Chuychu instead of finishing the meal.

"Oh- hey, finish your food." Chuychu tried to tell you off, but the fight with Chasca was still in her mind, no matter how much she'd shoved it back, "you're worried about Chasca too?"

"When am I not? I worry about all of you, all the time. Especially with the abyss getting worse." You admitted, turning back to poke your spoon into the soup for a moment, Chuychu raising an eyebrow as you chewed your lip, looking back at her.

"Um... I love you, I'm proud of you, and I will always love you and be proud of you." Your eyes were glassy as you took Chuychu by surpirse, her stern attitude that worked on Chasca melting away at the look on your face.

"Shhh, I love you too, okay? You're okay, little one. We're... all okay." Chuychu's heart ached as she realised that was a lie. Chasca going to the Night Kingdom, exposing herself to so much abyssal energy... hopefully they should have found Kachina by now.

///

Chuychu ended up persuading you to go to bed, the others would be returning by sunrise, Mavuika had said, and you needed to sleep.

"The photo albums?" you gave Mavuika a look that Chuychu could only raise an eyebrow at.

"Intact and perfect." She nodded, realising you knew what she had done. All her mementos, burnt to ash, all in exchange for power to save the group. It wasn't long after that for your sister to usher you back to Mavuika's chambers to sleep, although feeling her watch you fall asleep made you feel strange.

What happened was replaying in your head. The sacrifices Mavuika had to make for Natlan were piling up even higher...

[lostsyren]

LOVE your writing, i wanted to ask if you can write a story where rafe get jealous of a guy flirting with sofia.

baila conmigo

(dance with me)

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{summary: sofia takes rafe to a party on the cut. he doesn’t like how close she’s dancing to guy who’s not him…}

{a/n: hi lovely thank you sooo much!! sorry for the long wait but i hope you like it!}

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Rafe strained his jaw so hard, his molars pressing against eachother with such force, he was convinced that his bones would fracture.

Sofia wanted to come here– a party on the Cut. A friend of hers had come back from Mexico and Sofia begged Rafe to go with her.

“You’re always dragging me to your parties on Figure 8– so I think it’s only fair if you come with me…”

…She’d said. And Rafe supposed it was true. He was trying hard to be a better boyfriend– be a better person.

“You’re a good boy.” Ward had told him– one of his final declarations to Rafe. (Before he left him and died). But Rafe wasn’t good. Not by a long shot. He still had a long way to go.

So that was the reason he was now currently standing unmoored in a sea of unfamiliar faces, listening to a conversation he didn’t understand, watching Sofia get awfully close to a guy who wasn’t him. He was trying to be better. That’s what he reminded himself.

But the way Sofia laughed at this guy’s jokes– as if he was the funniest person in the world, clutching on to his arm like she was going to collapse. Rafe could feel his mouth ache with how he was chewing his jaw– that was the only way he was stopping himself from saying something he was going to regret.

God, he wished he paid attention in Spanish class– he couldn’t figure out what the fuck they were talking about.

Rafe sulked off to the drinks table, mixing up some tequila with whatever he could find.

He should’ve just stayed at home. He could feel the glances coming his way, feeling like fire dousing his back. He could hear the vitriol in these pogues’ voices, like poison being poured in his ear.

What the fuck is Rafe Cameron doing here?

Is that a kook? Who let him in?

Apparently he’s with Sofia– lord know what she sees in him.

The Sherriff killer? That piece of shit?

Rafe downed his drink, screwing his mouth up in faux superiority. There was no way he going to let a bunch of low life pogues make him feel like shit.

He was going to turn around, head back to Sofia, tell her it was time to leave. But when his vision strayed over to her, he realised Sofia and the man were now way too close. The man was whispering something in her ear, his eyes lidded and mouth curved in an infuriating smirk. Rafe took in Sofia’s flimsy, short dress, the type she always wore to parties. It was ok when he was by her side, but now? In the Cut? Rafe watched the man’s pupils trail lower, his gaze disappearing into the dip of her neckline.

That fucking piece of shit.

Just as he was about to stride over to her and whisk her away from man’s tenacious hold, the song changed, the sound of heavy, Latin music pumping through the speakers.

The atmosphere became electric and heady, as people got up to dance, bodies swaying around Rafe’s.

He’d never been to a party on the Cut before. It was in someone’s tiny house, the lighting moody and dark, the smell of cheap alcohol saturating the place.

Rafe tried to find Sofia again in the ruckus of gyrating bodies.

She was so small though, easily lost in the swell of the crowd. And that’s when Rafe spotted that guy’s head in the horde.

He was tall. Not as tall as him– Rafe told himself, but he couldn’t be sure. With dark curls and dark eyes and a trimmed beard that only served to sharpen his jaw– he looked nothing like Rafe. Yet Sofia seemed so captivated by him for some reason. And there she was again, stuck right beside him as if he was made of glue.

A stinging bolt of insecurity shot through him.

The way they were dancing. She never danced with him, he thought bitterly.

Sofia’s head was thrown back, lithe fingers running through her fawn-coloured curls. She swung her hips, unfettered and firey. He’d never seen her like this before at a party. She usually just floated about aimlessly, her arms hooking on to his, tugging at him, silent saying let’s go home.

And now she exuded a wildness that he only ever saw when she was atop of him, her golden thighs pressed against his hips, her pretty lips letting out a mess of breaths and moans.

The man danced beside her, his gaze, as ever, unwavering. A blinding envy inundated Rafe.

He wasn’t allowed to look at her. Sofia was Rafe’s.

Rafe threaded through the swarm, his green-eyed gaze fixated on Sofia and the man.

“Come on baby, let’s go,” he instructed, placing a gentle, yet firm hand around Sofia’s forearm.

“¿Quien es?” Asked the man, eyeing Rafe with a scaling expression, all the mirth and smugness that previously soaked his visage gone.

“Mi novio.” Sofia answered airily, shaking off Rafe’s hand. The action sent a ripple of hurt through Rafe’s heartstrings. He bit down on his tongue.

Rafe ignored the guy.

“Come on Sof, let’s go home.”

Sofia looked up at him, her golden eyes wide and dilated, her pink lips wet and slightly open. She was drunk, Rafe realised.

“Hey man, she just wants to dance ok?” The man laughed. The sound angered Rafe. A pogue deriding him? Telling him what to do? The blood rushed hotly through his body.

“Who the fuck are you huh?” Rafe scoffed, his lip curling in disgust.

“Rafe, stop– Oscar’s just a friend from back home. He came back with Mia.”

Rafe licked his lips. Friend huh? Sofia was real clever; he recalled her distaste when he introduced her to Hollis. Fucking friend. You don’t dance like that with your friends.

But still he held it together.

Ignore Oscar. That’s what he told himself. Focus on Sofia.

“Sof, we either go right now or imma leave you here and you can get Oscar here to take you home,” he spoke gruffly. Meanly. Meaner than he intended. His heart wrenched at the sight of her eyes glossing over, lips wobbling trying withhold her cries. She instead cloaked her upset with anger, brows cinching, a little scoff escaping her mouth.

Rafe had gotten better at reading her expressions. From when she laughed uncomfortably at some piece of shit kook hitting on her at the bar or the flutter of her eyes when she was about to come– Sofia wore her heart on her sleeve and Rafe made sure to lap up every bit of herself that she gave him.

“Bye Oscar, it was nice seeing you again,” she smiled softly at him before spinning back around and brushing past Rafe with a cold shoulder.

Rafe poked his tongue against his cheek, levelling his fluctuating breaths.

He left the party trailing after her– she was already halfway to the car.

Rafe reached her easily, his long legs matching her waspish pace.

“You mad at me now?” He grumbled, when they were both sat inside the car.

“Of course I’m mad at you! You just embarrassed me in front of my friends!”

“Oh your friends. I saw the way you were dancing with him– dance like that with all your friends do you?”

“Yes Rafe my friends. I have to put up with your friends every other day. Just for once I wanted you make an effort with my people.”

Rafe’s mouth thinned into a line. Sofia looked up to him with big, imploring eyes, her bottom lip pouted, verging on tears.

“And I wanted to dance with you for what it’s worth, but you never ask me!”

Rafe’s nose twitched, jealousy giving way to a sobering regret. He had the greatest girl ever and he was doing the shittiest job of making her happy. It seemed the more he tried to do right, the more he ended up hurting the ones he cared about.

“Let’s just go home,” Sofia muttered, resigned. She sunk into the leather seat, resting her head against the window.

Rafe stared at her profile for a moment. Her slouched body, her downturned lips.

Fuck.

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Rafe was on route to the house, but halfway through, an idea formed in his wandering thoughts. He turned the car around, taking the winding streets up to the cliff sides.

Sofia noticed a moment letter, sitting up in her seat.

“Where are we going?” She asked, glancing around the deserted side roads, lit up only by the knifing headlights and pooling puddles of moonshine.

“You’ll see,” Rafe smirked, giving her a quick glance.

Soon they reached the destination, Rafe parking the car up on a grassy embankment, high up on the island. It overlooked Slavo beach, the crashing waves lapping and ink-like, on the encroaching horizon.

He found out about this place from his father. He used to take him and his sisters here for late night drives in the truck– when he was ten, Sarah seven and Wheezie only five. They’d set out blankets in the back, all lying together, looking up at the carpet of stars in the sky like a sea of scattered diamonds. Ward taught them all about constellations and the mythology of the stars.

The memory hurt Rafe, as if there was a scalding hot iron being pressed on to the walls of his heart. But he suddenly had the urge to drive up here tonight, despite his warring memories. There was something about Sofia that made the burn of these painful recollections bearable. As if her being beside him made everything ok.

Sofia glanced out the car window, gazing out at the vast, velvet night: the black waves of the ocean, the smoky clouds in the sky.

The headlights were left on, it’s golden beams illuminating the swarthy overgrowth.

Rafe opened the car door, glancing over at Sofia, “come on.” He gave her a shy smile.

Sofia looked up at him, amused, squinting her eyes suspiciously, “what are you doing Rafe?”

Rafe chuckled lowly at her inquisitive manner, “I said you’ll see, didn’t I?”

He led her in front of the headlights, leaving a placating hand on her shoulder, “wait here,” he instructed before heading back into the car.

Sofia watched him curiously, as he sat in the drivers seat, a small grin hidden amidst her lips, as Rafe played with the touchscreen console. The lilting sound of guitar strumming flooded from the open doors of the car a moment later.

Sofia’s mouth dropped in surprise, causing Rafe to impart a little smirk. She’d mentioned how much she liked this song and he’d noted it down, adding it to his Spotify playlist.

Walking up to her, he drank her in, her skin bathed in the aureate glow of the headlights, her body lined in gold, her hair shining like fire. He was suddenly very receptive of the scanty piece of fabric she wore. Rafe held out a respectful hand.

“Could I have this dance, Miss Sofia?” He asked, with a teasing grin.

Sofia bit back a giggle, her teeth sinking down into her plush lips. But her eyes revealed a glittering sincerity, “you may Mr Cameron.”

“Está dañada del amor

No siente ningún dolor…”

The lyrics began, as Sofia accepted his outstretched hand, laughing airily, the sound mimicking the dulcet zephyr that enveloped them, high up on the cliff side. He spun her around in a slow circle, realising he was smiling too, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

The music continued, the haunting melody of sweet sounding Spanish spurring them on.

Rafe wasn’t much of a dancer, so he let Sofia take the lead, following her elaborate spins, and her water-like body that rippled against his own.

…Su sonrisa, su carita, sus manitas

{Her smile, her small face}

Ay, qué delicia, ay, qué bonita está tu carita

{Her little hands, oh, what a delight Oh, how pretty your small face is}

Le gusta bailar con sus amigas

{She likes to dance with her friends}

Eso le saca su hermosa sonrisa

{That brings out hеr beautiful smile}

Su hermosa sonrisa, ay, qué delicia…

{Her bеautiful smile, oh, what a delight}

Sofia eventually slowed down, resting her head against his chest, letting Rafe spin them in slow, gentle circles. The song continued, leisurely serenading the two in their floating stupor.

“Sorry for dancing with him like that,” Sofia murmured against his heartbeat, her tone almost tinged with embarrassment.

Rafe’s face rested in the tresses of her sweet-smelling hair.

“Like what?” He teased.

“Like you weren’t standing right there. It was not good of me. I think I just wanted to get your attention.”

“You always have my attention,” Rafe answered quickly.

“Not always. Like at those parties in Figure 8. I think I wanted to make you feel the same way I did.”

The two were silent for a moment. Sofia’s words sliced through him. He never wanted to make her feel like that. Insignificant. She was the most important thing in his life right now.

The distant constellations flickered in the sky. Rafe thought about his family, fractured and apart.

Sofia was whole. She was there. Her warm body in between his arms.

Rafe’s voice rose from a throaty whisper, becoming more clear. “I never meant for you to feel that way Sof.”

“I know.” Sofia mumbled.

“I’m sorry.”

Sofia gently shushed him, running her feathery fingertips across the nape of his neck, “shh it’s ok, just dance with me.”

And so they did. Two bodies clinging on to each other, their shadows floating across the fluorescent glow of headlights.

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[bird-in-the-space]

Echoes of the Unknown

You and Emily wonder about the next steps after dealing with your human body. One close call helps you discover a very useful ability.

Warnings: handling your dead body, some angsty things, Amanda being regretful, hitting your head, and cursing.

(Author note: There are not a lot of good gifs with vehicons)

Chapter 4

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The night went easy with Emily by your side. You were now more glad than ever that you decided to reveal yourself to her. It felt much better to have someone you trusted to keep you company and help you decide what to do next. 

Together you decided to leave your human body to be found by the rescue patrol since it would make no sense for you to keep it. You left your body nearly at the same place in the mountains while Emily convinced them to look there once more. The plan worked and you watched how the rescue patrol pulled your human body out of the cave, packed in one of those body bags and Emily made a show by crying at the sight of your body. 

It felt weird and sad in a way to watch your own body get taken away. It made you wonder how your family would react when they heard that you had died from a freak accident in the camp they so trusted. You imagined the sadness in their eyes. You were not certain but surely they would feel devastated by your death. They weren’t that heartless. 

Emily had to stay in the camp for some time and then on the next day, a mourning ceremony was held, where the camp headmaster kept up a speech about your tragic passing, talked about the dangers of going into the mountains and how the hiking trail that passed the mountains was officially shut down to avoid such incidents in the future. They had speakers so you were able to hear what the headmaster was saying while hiding near the woods. For the first time in years, you paid attention to his words, mostly because it was you who was dead and to see how the people would react. 

After the ceremony, Emily finally came to you. She told the others that she needed time alone and they respected that since you two were known to stay together through stick and stone. You two then walked back to the barn to think about your future since there was no way for you to turn back to normal with your human body now gone.  

The rays of sunlight came through the cracks between the barn wall. You were seated on the ground, leaning against the wall while Emily was sitting on the hay piles. You were trying to figure out what to do after the summer camp. 

“You know my dad has a summer cabin that he doesn’t use very often. It’s away from nearby towns and has a barn that should be able to house you,” Emily said. “It should work as a perfect hiding place for you,” 

“Okay… but would your dad be alright with us using it?” you asked. 

“It will be fine. He had been letting me use it whenever I invited friends over. I’m sure he will let me use it for private time since I’m still working on what I want to do after the summer,” she explained. 

“Okay… I guess we can use that then,” you said. 

“Great. You know, this is like us becoming roommates,” Emily grinned.

 “Well, it's not like I can go home after becoming this,” you looked down on yourself. 

“But Em, thanks again. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t told you,” you looked at her with gratefulness. 

“It’s fine. Robot or not, you’re still my best friend. I will always be here for whatever you need me,” Emily smiled assuringly. 

Your chest felt warm. You nearly didn’t feel like you deserved her kindness. 

An important detail then crossed your mind. 

“How are we gonna get to your hometown without anyone seeing me? Jasper is hours away from here, “ you asked, crossing your arms. 

“Oh, yeah. I haven’t thought about that,” Emily said thoughtfully. 

“Emily!” 

You two froze when you heard the voice from outside. Someone was here. 

“Emily, are you here?!” the voice called out again. You two recognized it as Amanda’s voice. 

“What is she doing here?” you whispered. 

“I don’t know, but you need to hide!” Emily answered as she got up. 

“Where?!” you panicked slightly. 

“Somewhere. I will stall her,” she said as she walked through the small door of the barn. You panicked and looked around for a hiding place. 

“Amanda! What are you doing here?” Emily exclaimed as she shut the door behind her and stared at the girl in front of her. 

“Hey, Em. I just wanted to talk to you for a moment. Is this a bad time?” Amanda asked. 

“It kinda is, but if it's something urgent then go ahead,” Emily replied. 

“Okay… it’s just. I wanted to apologize for what happened to (Name),” Amanda started. “If I had not gone to the mountains and got you two involved, then maybe she wound’t have  fallen and lost her life,” she said. “I know how close you two were and I feel awful for what happened,” she added with regret in her voice. 

Emily looked at her softly. 

“It’s okay Amanda. It was an awful accident and we should have used our heads. We couldn’t have known the mountain would start shaking all of a sudden when we were inside,” she explained. 

“Yeah, but even I should have known better, and now (Name) is dead,” Amanda looked down at the grass. 

Something crashed within the barn. You panicked as you tried hiding in a corner but accidentally knocked a few tools off the wall. 

“What was that?” Amanda questioned as the two stared at the barn. 

“It— was probably one of the tools that fell from the walls. The nails must have failed. This is a very old place after all,” Emily explained. “Me and (Name) came here often when we needed some alone time,” she added. 

“Oh…” Amanda said,  suspicion vanishing from her tone. 

You uncornered yourself as it was not working, but then you banged your head against the floor above. 

“Fuck!” you cursed, but quickly slapped your hands against your mouth. 

Emily froze when they both heard the loud noise. 

“Okay, what is actually going on there?” Amanda said as she began approaching the barn door. 

“No, no, no, don’t go in! It’s a secret!” Emily stopped her. 

“Well, now I need to see what you are hiding there,” Amanda crossed her arms. 

You panic when you hear them get closer. You looked around frantically, desperate to find a hiding place. However, there was no hiding place for a giant robot. You tried to use your head, but when you heard Amanda grab the door handle you freaked out. Hide! Hide! Hide! 

Something within you then clicked, and suddenly you felt your body move by itself. 

Amanda opened the barn door. Emily looked over in panic but then her eyes were filled with confusion when she saw a rather modern purple car standing inside the barn instead of you. 

“Wow. Why is there a car here?” Amanda questioned as she walked around the car, taking in all the details.  

Emily looked around, then realized the purple car must be you. She looked at Amanda and then came up with an explanation. 

“Well… Amanda. This is well… was… a surprise gift for me from my folks,” Emily spoke. 

“A surprise gift? Why would your gift be here?” Amanda frowned, then opened the door, looking inside the car. 

“Well… my folks were supposed to drop it at the end of summer, but there were some complications and they decided to leave it here so I could drive back home myself. Mr. Robin knows all about it and agreed to the arrangement to keep it here,” Emily explained. 

“Okay… What brand is this? I've never seen a mark like this before,” Amanda questioned as she traced the mark on the wheel with her fingers. 

“A custom-made! I wanted to try something unusual,” Emily quickly excused. 

“Well, that sounds like something you would do,” Amanda said as she closed the door.

“I didn’t know you already got your driver’s license,” she said. 

“Oh, I finished my driving school a long time ago. You know, having a family with many car nerds has its perks. I was already driving when I was ten,” Emily explained. “I was waiting for an opportunity to have my own car, and here she is,” she stroked the hood of the car. 

“Well… she is pretty,” Amanda nodded. 

“I was kinda hoping to drive for the first time with (Name), but then… you know,” Emily glanced at the car. “Now that she’s gone… it’s pretty lonely without her,” she mumbled. 

“I believe you… anyway, sorry for bugging in,” Amanda said. 

“It’s okay. It’s fine for you to know. But don’t tell anyone. I want to keep this as a surprise and see the reaction when I leave with this darling,” Emily grinned, patting the car. 

“Okay. I keep my mouth shut,” Amanda nodded. 

“Thank you, Amanda,” Emily smiled. 

Amanda smiled in return. “I will leave you on your own then,” she said, walking toward the barn door. 

“Do that and… Don’t feel guilty about what happened with (Name). It was an accident and she would not have held a grudge over it,” Emily explained. 

“Really? I assumed she never liked me,” Amanda said. 

“She was a silent type and picky about people. But trust me, she never thought ill of you,” Emily comforted. 

“That’s good to hear,” Amanda smiled. 

“Alright… I’m gonna go now. If you feel like you need someone to talk to— you can come to me, Em,” she said. 

“Thanks, Amanda,” Emily smiled as Amanda then opened the barn door and walked outside. 

Emily watched her leave and after Amanda was at a safe distance she closed the barn door and turned toward you. 

“(Name)? Is that you?” she stared at the car. You then suddenly changed back into your robot form, causing Emily to yelp and fall on her bottom. You two stared at each other in shocked silence. 

“Dude! That’s so cool! You can turn into a car!” Emily exclaimed, getting up with excitement in her eyes. 

“Apparently yes… I don’t know what I even did. One moment I was panicking, and then I did something like this,” You explained trying to do the click and succeeding, turning into the car before back into a robot. 

“Way to go with the lie, Em,” you complimented, even though you still felt a bit flustered from the touching and complimenting. 

“(Name), you know what this means? “ Emily looked at you with a smile. “We have now a way to get you to Jasper without anyone knowing you are a robot,” she explained. 

“You are right. But if I can turn into a car, then does that mean all those other robots can turn into cars as well?” you questioned. 

“Oh shit! Does that mean we have literal alien robots living among us?” Emily asked, thinking about it. 

“Well, whatever it is. I’m not exactly excited to meet them soon,” you stated. 

“Then let’s focus on the plan. Once the summer camp is done. We go to Jasper. You just need to learn how to drive us there,” Emily said. 

“Fine by me. You know, I never imagined learning to drive as the car itself,” You remarked, thinking how to do it. 

“You will be fine,” Emily patted your knee. “It can’t be that difficult. Oh, what kind of other things can you turn into?” she asked. 

“I think I can only turn into a car at the moment,” you frowned. 

“But wound’t it be so cool if you could turn into a jet or a truck? Or maybe you could turn into one of those race cars!” 

“Let’s think about that later. I need to worry about when to come outside to learn. I think I can do it during nighttime,” you stopped her from getting overly excited. 

“Great, then we have a plan. I make sure no one comes here during the summer and you will learn how to drive as a car,” Emily stated. “Then we’ll drive to Jasper! Oh, this is going to be so exciting!” she exclaimed. 

You nodded, even though your mind was bothered by what other kinds of robots lurked as everyday vehicles. You can only hope the summer will go smoothly without further issues. 

[cecystrange]

Just because you're a Harkness doesn't mean you're evil

type:fluff with a bit of sadness

Hello everyone this is my first fanfictions, it will be Stephen × Y/n, I apologize already for my english,because I'm not a native speaker and nothing I hope you like it

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You are a Harkness, to be precise the daughter of Aghata Harkness, and you have been on the blacklist for people since birth.

You are her second child, Y/n Harkness, you are 27 years old, and your relationship with your mother has its ups and downs, it is not stable at all, but lately it has gone even worse, she has started to hate you and you think it is because you were becoming stronger than her, yes you had the same power but you had perfected it more than her.

But during an argument you attacked her out of nervousness and she took most of your power, but as soon as she took it, your purple disappeared but at least you were alive.

You ran away from home, without your power you felt like a fool, your power was everything, you got in your car and that's what you thought was "I have to look for some magical monasteries or shrines"

So you started the machine and began your search.

After a couple of months

nobody wanted you, because you're a Harkness, you're the daughter of Agatha Harkness, you were desperate, your last stop was the Sanctum Santorum.

now you never lost hope but no one ever died trying right? at least...

You go to knock and an Asian man opens the door with a little smile and it's strange to see a person who smiles at you on purpose to tell you that you are the daughter of a monster...wow one step forward, then the man opens his mouth and starts saying "nice to meet you, miss, what do I owe this visit to? My name is Wong but what's yours?"

Damn you should have told him my name....shit if he's been nice now as soon as I tell him my name he wants to kick me out or burn me.

"Nice to meet you Wong I'm here to recover my lost power, my name is Y/n Harkness, and I would appreciate it if-"

he didn't let me talk he told me with disgust

"no sorry we don't help monsters"

he was closing the door but you put your foot in the middle and start begging him to let you in and that you're not like your mother that you can be good,he was adamant.

...

It's been half an hour if not more that you were there in front with Wong, but a second man came that you recognized that it was Doctor Stephen Strange, your mother had told you about him, like all the others like Wanda, Lillia and others that you don't remember. You see that he looks at you and says seriously to Wong "let the girl Wong in" he turns around "but sir she is the daughter of-" Stephen stopped him "I explicitly said let her in" he said more hard and serious and Wong finally let you in.

You look at Stephen with gratitude and see that Wong runs like a dog "to what do I owe your presence, young lady" he says sweetly inviting you to follow him into the main room of the sanctuary,you sit on a sofa you are in front of him sitting "so I'm here because I lost my power, because of my mother" he says seriously and with a hint of melancholy "and I say...I'm not like her selfish,evil...I want to be good..." you sigh "but no one understands me", in all this Stephen looks at himself with understanding "I know, children don't have to be the same as their parents...I imagined that you were an exception, it doesn't mean that you're a Harkness you're evil, for now don't be sad ok Y/n? with me you're safe".

you smiled sweetly at his understanding "thank you Doctor Strange" "oh Y/n don't call me that, just call me Stephen",he smiled, got up from the couch and said "you will live at Sanctum Santorum under my protection, we will start tomorrow morning at 9:00 and I swear you will recover your power, word of a sorcerer" he says jokingly a little and says with great gratitude "thank you Stephen really also for understanding me",he approaches the door that divided the living room from the relics "you're welcome, ask later and then ask Wong about the room and if he gives you any problems tell me" he winks at you "see you later Y/n" he leaves the room, finally someone has understood you and also you think it will be cool to stay here...well finally maybe you will be able to live peacefully.

[mvltisstuff]

Hi

I got this cute Buck fic idea and thought I send it to you.

Reader is best friends with Buck and has a crush on him but he has a girlfriend. Reader relates to "You belong with me" and thinks of Buck. Hen knows about readers crush and told reader to sing the song on the karaoke night with the team. While reader is singing Buck begins to realize that he has a crush. When everyone goes home he talks with reader and they talk about there feelings.

Thank you 💖

you belong with me - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @livelovecaliforniadreams

the shift had been long, and the round of drinks had taken the edge off. y/n had been craving a drink all day, awaiting the moment where she could knock them back at the bar. it’s a common routine for the team. they stop at the bar at night and spend some time decompressing there without any weight of their job on their shoulders.

y/n had been working with buck all day, being partnered up with him on calls and running into buildings together. it sounds like heaven, but it quickly turned into a hell for her.

y/n’s been bucks best friend since the start of their time at the 118. they clicked instantly, becoming an infamous pair at the station. she was there for buck through everything, all his injuries and all his heartbreaks. she was the one to mend him back together. it wasn’t time or anyone else, it was y/n.

now, it’s her heart that needs fixing whenever buck pulls up a photo of taylor on his phone. at first, it was just an simple hookup after she first came around, but it evolved into something bigger.

y/n could tell by the look in taylor’s eyes that she wasn’t fully in it. it’s almost like she used buck as profit, trying to work every story she can out of him. buck needs someone who loves him as much as he deserves, and y/n knows taylor can’t give him what he needs.

it was a minute thought in the back of her head, but it’s grown to be the first thing she thinks of in the morning. y/n knows that she can give buck what he needs. she knows how to love every part of him so he never has to doubt himself again. she wants to make him feel like the man of the world, but that’s been stripped from her reach.

buck took note of how many shots she had along with the cocktails she ordered. he watched her tense shoulders droop with each one she downed. he could sense that something was hitting her hard, but he couldn’t place it.

he knows y/n like the back of his hand. he spends incredible hours with her, but he never noticed her slip away when he started dating taylor. she stopped coming over, she stopped texting and calling, and it almost felt like things had become strictly professional. without a doubt, that’s never how buck wants it.

the music from the speakers was blaring through y/n’s ears, her hoping that it would drown out the image of buck and taylor in her mind. her drunkenness pictured what she would be like in her position, being able to kiss him and hold him every night. but she was too late, and the only thing to ease the pain was the liquor in front of her.

“hey,” hen scoots up, sitting in the stool next to y/n. “you’ve had a bit tonight.”

“i guess so,” y/n mumbles with a weak chuckle, spinning the straw of her drink around. the brightness in her mood had died down, and hen could tell exactly what it was that had caused it.

every single time buck uttered taylor’s name, her smile was wiped away in the blink of an eye. the way she always looks at buck can’t be described as anything but love, and hen is all too familiar with the feeling to let it pass by.

“i think i can guess what’s got you so down,” hen leans her forearm on the counter, turning more toward y/n to get her to crack open.

“i’m not down, hen,” she shakes her head humorously, but hen knows that there’s nothing remotely funny about what she’s feeling.

“i know you wish you had him.”

y/n looks back into her eyes, mixed with an expression of pity and sweetness. she’s never been one to root on a couples downfall, but hen knows how perfect buck and y/n are together and the potential they have. plus, it’s not completely wrong to say that hen doesn’t love taylor.

“i’ve tried to be his friend, but i don’t think i can take it anymore to watch him fall for taylor when she doesn’t love him,” y/n complains, throwing one of her hands up and letting her jaw rest on the other. hen can smell the tequila coming from her true words, and it only makes them hit harder.

“you need to say something before it’s too late!”

“it is too late, there’s nothing i can do,” y/n sighs, looking back down at the drink and not at her friend.

“you are the best thing for buck, and if anyone knows it, it’s us at the station. we’ve all heard the way he talks about you and the look in your eyes when he arrives. it’s no secret that you’re destined. but, don’t let one girl ruin something amazing.”

glancing back at buck, y/n sees his bright smile and shining eyes laughing with eddie and bobby. y/n almost feels a type of envy, sad that she can’t be as carefree as buck is right now. she wants to be the one to paint that smile on his face every single day.

the music continues ringing through y/n’s ears as the song slows to an end, the people coming off the stage from karaoke night. maddie and chimney stand trying to figure out a song, but hen has a plan. she grabs y/n’s hand, swooping her out of the chair and jogging with her to the front.

“hen, don’t even think about it-“

“c’mon, just trust me!” hen begs, still leading the stumbling girl up to the stage. she lets y/n stand to the side as she leans into chimney and maddie. “operation buck and y/n starts now!” she gleefully passes by and whispers a song title to the DJ.

y/n stands awkwardly on the stage, hen instantly coming up to start the song with fearless energy. she tries to focus on henrietta, and just them having fun on the stage but she can feel bucks eyes burning through her. she attempts to avoid eye contact, but she catches a glimpse of his smooth smirk.

she’s brought back to the times where buck gave her comfort, and eased any anxiety she had. the pit of worry she had in her stomach slowly became lighter the longer she looked into his eyes. she couldn’t manage to pull away, not even when hen started singing.

“you’re on the phone with your girlfriend, she’s upset…” hen starts, placing a hand on her hip and still noticing y/n’s mind is somewhere else. she notices the pair staring each other down, each with a faint grin on their face. “but she doesn’t, get your humor like i do.”

hen moves over and points the extra mic toward y/n’s lips, letting her take over the verse after. “and she’ll never get your story like i do,” y/n breaks off, the sweet music of her laugh coming through the speakers before hen continues.

as the song moves on through the lyrics, there’s an undeniable tightness in bucks chest with every word that comes out of her mouth. the way her hair moves with her body in the most luscious way, and how she manages to look perfect under any spotlight.

he quickly breaks himself out of his thoughts, remembering his girlfriend. he shouldn’t be thinking this about another girl, he’s spent too much time drooling over the wrong one. he just wants it to be perfect, but the more she sings, the more he feels directed to.

“and you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town,” y/n shoots a quick finger at him, and he’s unable to break the cheesy smile that’s on his face. he watches her happily run and jump around and she looks the most at ease than he’s seen in weeks. at least, he realizes, since he started dating taylor. “i’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re about to cry, i know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams think i know where you belong, think i know it’s with me.”

her voice trails off, suddenly becoming aware to the resurfacing tension between her and buck. his face has somehow turned into a scrunch, listening to each line and finding a way to apply it to their relationship. it’s at that moment when he realizes that it’s not the same with taylor. there’s no magic, but there’s a whole show for him and y/n and he’s been missing out on it.

when the instrumentals come to a stop, the lack of comfort in bucks demeanor makes the hole in her stomach return. she just wants to run out of the bar, feeling like she just embarrassed herself in front of the man she lives for. she slowly wobbles down the steps of the stage, handing the second mic off to hen as she reveals herself to the cool air of los angeles.

she lets wind bite at her cheeks, somehow managing to let her feel something again other than hurt from the look on bucks face. she curses him for being so easy to fall for, so easy to love and so effortless to want. a part of her is tempted to go back in and order another drink, but the jingle of the door snaps her mind out of its thoughts.

buck stands in front of her, his thick steps crunching on the concrete. his distinct feeling that y/n always cherished only makes her want to run and hide. the only things that were heard were the speeding cars and the busy city of LA. the thoughts screaming inside her head alongside those, but were soon silenced by bucks small voice.

“you looked upset at the end of the song,” buck says, breaking the uncomfortable quietness between them.

“i’m not upset,” she laughs, dryly. buck can tell she’s far from sober, but she’s never failed to say whatever she wants.

“then why are you out here all alone?”

“can’t a woman be alone for a few minutes?” she asks, trying to reel in the pettiness.

“i don’t know if i did something, but we haven’t been the same for a bit, since… you know.”

“since you started shacking up with taylor?”

“if you want to put it simply like that,” he tilts his head, looking at y/n who refuses to let her eyes land back on his. “i don’t know what i did.”

“you didn’t do anything, buck,” she sighs, leaning her head back against the brick walls of the bar, trying to calm the spinning. “i just- i can’t sit here and pretend with you anymore.”

“then stop pretending!” he replies. “you don’t have to put up a wall between us, i want you to let me in. i care about you!”

“i want you to love me, buck!”

he pauses, finally stepping in front of her instead of besides her. he forces her to make eye contact with him, locking his bright eyes with her mesmerizing colors. “i do.”

“not how i want you to.”

“well why didn’t you say anything?”

“because i was fucking scared! you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in years, and i’m not going to ruin it because i can’t help but fall in love with you!” y/n shouts, steadying herself on the ground before she runs her hand through her hair.

“we’ve never been just friends, and you know that.”

she chuckles, but in the most painful way. “so you’re telling me, i just made a fool of myself and i’ve been ripping myself apart these past few weeks for you to say we were never friends?”

“friends don’t love each other the way i love you!” he exclaims back, throwing his hands up in frustration. “i thought, i thought that taylor might be different, and i’ve been trying to convince myself but she’s not the woman i want.”

“she’s like, the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen, what’s not to like?” y/n pretends, thinking of the woman in her mind and how she’s able to get buck so simply.

“she’s not you. she’ll never know me the way you do. even if i wanted to, there’s no one that compares to you. it’s not over between you and i, trust me.”

y/n managed to suck the tears back in her eyes, fighting them until their failed to fall. she missed the buck she used to have, the version of them that once was. the joking, the happy version of them. “i’d wait for you, buck. only you.”

he nods lightly, allowing the corners of his mouth to curl up into a smile, breaking the blank expression he formerly had. “come back in, please?”

“fine,” she says, pulling herself off the wall and walking back inside with him. “swifts the better taylor, by the way.”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” buck smirks, being reminded of her shining personality that’s been hidden by the clouds.

[by-speaker]

Rivals

Prompts by @raven-cincaide-words

Also, Chapell Roan's song "Good Luck, babe!"

The booming sound of the speakers and the screams of the fans really got him excited, the adrenaline coursed through his veins and the excitement made him want to jump in place. 

‘Missa! Missa!’ he could hear them chanting from their place backstage, shouting his name, eager for his presence. 

Come on Missa, you're the best, he encouraged himself a little before putting his presence on stage, ‘Good night, Quesadilla Island!’

It was the final night of the singing competition being held on the main island, Missa was originally from Karmaland, a small island near Quesadilla, from a little town called ‘Minecraft Extreme’ this was his chance to succeed. 

‘Are you ready for the best night of your lives!’ shouted Missa. 

The crowd went wild. Missa loved that power he had over the audience, how he could get excited so easily, but he knew this wasn't going to be easy. Philza was also in the competition, and despite his public belittling, he knew how talented Philza was. 

Missa smiled as he heard the soundtrack to ‘Good luck, babe!’ And he smiled even more as he saw Philza standing in the audience, this was his chance. 

With a dramatic gesture, Missa approached the edge of the stage, her eyes fixed on Philza. The audience followed his gaze, and a murmur of anticipation rippled through the crowd. Everyone knew the history between them, the romance that had blossomed and died so publicly.

‘This song,’ Missa announced, her voice charged with emotion, ’is for someone special. Someone who used to know me better than anyone else.’

Missa rested his gaze on Philza, the blonde tensed, he was sure he could feel Kristin's surprised gaze beside him, looking at Missa as if she'd just solved a puzzle. 

Missa wasn't going to lie, he was enjoying it, he was enjoying it a lot, he was wallowing in Philza's discomfort, and he couldn't be happier. When the bridge came, she intentionally moved closer to Philza, an almost macabre smile on her lips. 

‘When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night.’ She said walking down to the stalls, ‘With your head in your hands, she's nothing more than your wife’ Missa turned his gaze to Kristin, ‘And when you think about me all of those years ago, You're standing face to face with “I told you so”’ Missa was standing in front of Philza, ‘You know I hate to say it, I told you so, You know I hate to say, but I told you so’ he said in a whisper to Philza. 

Philza pursed his lips in annoyance, but could not find the words to respond to the one he thought was the love of his life. His mind swirled between anger, humiliation and something else he couldn't identify, something buried under layers of pride and resentment. But before he could react, Kristin intervened.

‘This isn't just about the competition, is it?’ She told him, looking at him as her best friend almost pityingly. ‘It's about him.’  

‘No,’ Philza muttered, ’I'm not going to let him humiliate me, I'm THE Philza Minecraft, a little boy from Karmaland isn't going to make fun of me.’

Kristin frowned, recognising the determination in her friend's voice. ‘Phil, don't do anything rash. Remember why we're here.’

But Philza didn't seem to hear her. With a sudden movement, he turned around and began to push his way through the crowd, heading for the backstage area.

‘Where are you going?’ Kristin asked, raising her voice to make herself heard over the music and the shouts of the crowd.

‘To prepare for my performance,’ Philza replied without turning around. ‘It's time to remind everyone who I am.’

[readerhead]

Hits different

summary: it has never been so difficult getting over a guy

pairing: Matt x reader

warnings: some angst? idk, maybe if you have abandonment issues can be a little triggering (let me know if you think I should add any)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: okay, I'm really excited because it's my birthday! I wanted to gave you a gift because of that (I don't care that they should the other way around, I'm a giver <3). Now that I'm of legal age in Thailand, I want to communicate you: ANOTHER ONE BASED ON A TAYLOR SONG. Sorry, it's just midnights always makes me think of Matt. It's my first time writing "angst" so I hope you have an enjoyable time reading this :)

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The reflection on the dirty mirror of Josie's was judging you. You were a complete mess, from your hair to your makeup. The long hours taming your hair, quickly went to the trash. All frizzy and disheveled now. The burgundy lipstick, blurred. The mascara, smudged and dry under your eyes. Your dry throat made you gulp and the acid on your taste buds reminded you of how you were throwing up in a stranger's shoes moments ago. A stranger you briefly made out with. Not that you really wanted, but your friends told you you needed this. Finally, you finished washing your hands of your vomit and decided it was time to call it a night. Why was everything feeling so wrong?

Someone called a cab for you. Was it one of your friends? Josie? Perhaps the stranger? Once inside you started weeping, trying to not make any sound. The driver gave you a sad look from the rearview, as if your emotions were contagious.

You remember clearly why your stomach had that reaction. While kissing that guy, you started wondering if he was also kissing others. Did he like another? Was that the reason he disappeared? Was he in love with another? Did he even think of you? The image of him kissing a random woman, being there for her, loving her was what made your insides turn around, leaving a disgusting gift near the bar's door.

“If he’s the one, you’ll know” your friend started comforting you when you started shedding tears at the song that played on the radio on your first date which was blasting through the speakers.

“But he treated me so well. I love him. I’m so in love with Matt that it hurts.” you didn’t remember how you started talking about him, but you also didn’t remember talking about anything else.

“What hurts?”

“My heart. It’s like a little rodent is gnawing it bit by bit, after being sanded down with sandpaper and then burning every piece in the sun. And the worst is that I can't do anything to stop it.”

“Come on, girl. Love’s just a lie. A trick from companies, lawyers and the government to take your money.” another friend tried to cheer you up.

“You’re literally gonna get married in two months.” she shut up knowing you were right. “I wanted him to move in, even gave him a key, and he ran away.” you took another sip from your drink. “He was so perfect. Like out-of-a-Jane-Austen’s-book perfect.”

“He wouldn't be so perfect if he let you go.” you were quiet, thinking. “You know what you should do?” You look at her hopefully. “You should flirt with other guys, maybe kiss a few and if one of them’s lucky enough bring him home. That always made you get over any guy before.”

“Exactly. You used to switch from boy to boy like they were toys. Always saying you needed space or ghosting them. That the freedom felt like a beach breeze.” you were so disgusted. Matt wasn’t a fleeting random guy, he was the man that made you want to settle down. “Always shunning commitment.”

A couple weeks had passed. You woke up from dreaming of him. This time you blamed it on the movie you watched last night. ‘This ending is more realistic, otherwise he had left her’ this was what you said to the screen with your mouth full of popcorn when the love interest died. You found one of his blue shirts in your closet. Damn, you loved how those fit him. You took it and when the scent of him started invading your nose, your eyes started watering like a reflex, without your permission. That morning, every time you closed your eyes you remembered something about him.

“Do you think I can do it?” with his head in your thighs, you were massaging his hair while insecurities about your work were eating you alive. The feeling of his locks and his relaxed face were the only thing easing up your stress.

“Of course you can. You are the most capable person I’ve ever known.”

“But do you believe in me?”

“The faith I have in you could make the big guy up there jealous.” the outside of his eyes wrinkled. The reason? Easy, the sweetest smile you have contemplated in your life. All your self doubting was gone at those words accompanied by that view.

That’s the memory that popped up to your head when you passed the couch in your living room. The next one happened when you were waiting for the coffee to finish.

“That can’t be true! It’s not fair.” the wooden spoon pointing at Matt.

“Yet it is.”

“Bullshit.” he laughed.

“I doubt Columbia taught me wrong.”

“Maybe your professor lied to you.”

“And he took all the time to learn braille so he could change what was written in my books?”

“Maybe. There are a lot of creepy crazy people out there.”

“Could you just stop arguing and give me a kiss?” he said, grabbing the wrist that was still threatening him, getting you the closer he could.

“Only if you agree with me.”

“I agree that it ain’t fair.”

“It works for me.” you gripped his shirt, sealing the conversation with a kiss.

Before him you would have argued that injustice was inherent to human kind, however he made you believe in the good, in people, in this world.

You looked at your phone, killing time scrolling to social media. You saw a post of your friends, they went to a bar last night and you didn’t blame them for not inviting you after the little show you put up on the last night you went out.

Taking your mug you sat in the stool nearest to your fridge, the one that gave you a better view of your hall. Perhaps he would show up. At least that's what you told yourself every morning when you had breakfast sitting there, boring your eyes in the door as if it was going to make him materialize.

People usually talk about opportunities as trains and you were more than willing to take it, but you were waiting in a disused station waiting for one that never came again. You were exhausted from all these metaphors in your life, reminding you how you lost him. You had enough with literal events. It wasn't easy seeing him in the news a couple days before when his firm won a big case against some big fish called Fisk.

You were so immersed in your thoughts that you almost didn't hear it. What was that sound by your door? You didn't want to get hopeful, it could be just your neighbor. Was that a dingling in your lock? The only one with your house keys was… It couldn't be him, could it? Were you still dreaming? The expectation had you holding your breath and, when the door finally opened, you didn’t know how to feel.

“I know you probably just want to kick me out,” did you? You had daydreamed hours and days about this, how would it be like the next time you see each other, if he would be the one reaching out for you, if he would really want you back. “you have every right to do it, but at least I think you deserve an explanation. Then, if you want me to leave, I’ll understand.”

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a/n: am I a bad person for leaving an open ending?Maybe? Anyways, the song is 'Hits different' by the genius Taylor Swift. I know it's in the title but I put it here in case someone doesn't know it :)

[therantsofawriterrr]

91221

Chapter Seven: I've Lived Before, Jagiya

Summary: Kang Hyunyul has had a good life since he left the Jindo gang. But when he finds out that Do Jin is going to be temporarily released, he's stressed and the return of an old flame triggers familiar feelings and with them, the old memories of the only real thing of his complicated past.

All while she was saving his life, literally putting her life on the line.

Chapter Summary: Sujin and Hyunyul find themselves in a similar situation, only this time, it's way earlier.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, mention of blood and stuff, makeout scene, tell me if I missed something A/N: Alright, I want theories. What do y'all think the code means?

A stretcher.

Hospital.

Hyunyul leaning over Sujin in panic, begging her to be alright as the doctors took her to some operating room, his hand clutched in hers.

Same scene. Same cause. Only the year was different.

It's too similar.

It was the only thing she could think of as darkness clouded her vision and her hand loosened around his.

And it was the only thing they could think of as he was told to stay back and wait, having to feel her hand slide out of his.

It's all the same.

Earlier that day.

"What's going on with you these days?" Yojun asked as she wiped a table clean in the evening. The afternoon rush had just died down, leaving them an hour or two to rest.

"Nothing," she said, even as her heart fluttered. "Why?"

"You have the stupidest smile on your face," he said suspiciously. "Are you seeing someone?"

"Maybe," she teased, shrugging a shoulder just to rile him up. In her periphery, she saw him jolt and shuffle to follow her as she worked.

"Who is it? What's his name? Where's he from? Did you look into him-" he batted a hand with a firm shake of his head. "Doesn't matter, I'll look into him anyway."

"Gosh, I was just joking," she said with a chuckle. Yojun looked at her with a pointed finger.

"You better tell me when that joke turns true," he said. "People aren't trustable these days."

"In that case, I should be looking into you too," she muttered. "You're dating my friend."

He slapped a hand on his chest, feigning offense. "You've known me longer than you've known her."

"So? She's still my friend."

"You're impossible."

"That's why you love me."

"Can't deny that," he said with a sigh.

She smiled as she went into the kitchen to deposit the dirty dishes into the sink. When she came out, Kyungmi was talking to Yojun all, smiles and blushes.

When she noticed Sujin, she turned, her face all red. "But then, who's the guy you've been hanging out with, then?" She asked, obviously having heard the previous conversation.

"He's just a friend," she said, earning a side eye from the older woman.

"Yeah, okay," she said, having a silent conversation with Yojun.

Had it only been a year since they started dating? They were already acting like a married couple.

She'd been able to pay off the debt somehow. She knew that Hyunyul was only helping her because he felt guilty about what happened when they were young.

But she wasn't so sure anymore. He'd been asking to hang out with her even after that.

On one hand, she was cautious, she was careful about opening up around him. But on the other hand, her heart got faster every time she thought about him.

So, basically... she wasn't cautious at all. But she was still confused why he called her now and then, asking her if she was free.

Her phone rang at the moment, and she got it out to see his name.

"Hey, are you free right now?" He asked, his voice soft as it filtered through the speaker.

"I guess," she said, looking around at the empty spaces. "For an hour, at least."

"Nice," he said enthusiastically. "I've been needing the coffee."

And just like that, they both were sitting at a table, drinking their coffee.

Hyunyul liked the silence he had with Sujin. He'd been craving it every time he was at work.

Though, it wasn't just the silence he craved.

He craved her.

Her company. Her food. The conversations. Just her, in all her glory.

Her hair had gotten longer, now reaching till her upper back. His own hair was reaching till his neck, just blindly following whatever trend was going on at the moment. The way his barber styled it was nice though.

Her sigh brought his attention back to her. He followed her gaze to the couple at the end. Then, he couldn't help but watch her, as her face lit up, because god help him, that's what her smile did.

Had he somehow missed her so much in the two days he hadn't seen her? So much that he couldn't help but think that she'd somehow gotten prettier?

Nahh, she's been like this since that last payment, remember?

That was true. She'd put up an offer on the coffee that evening. She'd probably been sleeping better since then.

It was when he'd felt that he was in too deep. That he needed to put some distance. For her and for himself.

He couldn't let it play out like last time again. Not this time.

But then, he couldn't stay away either. Every time he decided that he wouldn't meet for a week, it was like his eyes itched from the inside to see her.

Memories flashed through his mind again, the stuff that he had nightmares about.

...

"You played me, didn't you? You used me for my money."

"No! Just listen to me, Jagiya-"

"I've heard enough, Sujin. I don't even know why I trusted you again. It was you who told Dojin it was me, wasn't it?"

...

91221.

"Hey! Get away from her!"

"Sujin! No, no, no, please, no, Sujin, stay with me, okay?"

"Jagiya... I'm sorry..."

...

"You have to stay outside, sir, you can't come in here!"

...

"We tried everything we can, I'm very sorry for your loss..."

...

"Hyunyul," Sujin's firm voice broke into his mind. She was peering at him with concern. He just pasted on a smile and nodded, gulping down his coffee.

Her head tilted in suspicion, but she didn't push further.

He looked at her again, wondering what the numbers meant. She never did tell him.

She was busy dying, you dumb idiot.

He let out a chuckle, even if it was barely funny. And then, with a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair.

He finished his coffee and stood up, wanting to exit, but, he stopped when he felt Sujin grab his wrist. He looked back at her and was surprised to see her so... uncertain.

Hesitant.

"I... wanted to tell you something," she said, her palm getting clammy around his wrist.

They both went up to her house and sat beside each other on the couch, as she fiddled and he waited.

"What is it?" He asked softly after ten minutes went by. Her anxiety only worsened, her knee starting to bounce.

He placed a hand on her knee, prompting her to stare at it, and then at him. And he was caught in the dark depths of her eyes as his breath hitched.

He didn't know who moved first. But someone did, because their lips were joined. Her hand clutched his hair as his hand on her knee went to her other thigh, pulling her on top of him.

It was heavenly, getting to touch her like this again. To get to kiss her like this again. Like they both had the oxygen the other needed to live.

Their hands roamed as their kiss got intense, tongues clashing against each other. Then, it got slow. It got intimate and lazy, the way they'd kiss when they had time, just soft lips devouring each other.

How could he ever think he could stay away from her? He couldn't even think of parting for breath.

When they finally did part to breathe, there was a grin on both their faces. Sujin's was a bit more shy, as she touched her fingertips to her lips in disbelief.

Again, he watched her, as she started to debate internally and gave her a peck on the lips. She looked at him with surprise in her eyes.

"Oh, come on," he whispered against her lips. "Just let it be. Don't ruin it for yourself."

After some more time of just kissing, he started to leave.

It was very reluctant, but it was important. They didn't talk about it, they didn't stop to think just how the dynamic had changed.

They just let it be.

♬♩♪♩ ♩♪♩♬

That night, his phone let out a loud ringtone just as he had started to lull into sleep.

He picked it up, his eyes groggy. At first he didn't really understand the message, but when his mind finally processed it, his blood went cold.

No. No. Not again.

The numbers on the screen were the same as last time.

91221.

He flew out of bed and put on his shirt, running to the door as he tried to call Sujin.

He wasn't going to lose her again.

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[et3rn4l-r3turn]

Interrupted Gaming

My first post…

Stan and his gang are playing video games before Wendy comes over. She’s got a hole inside her that only Stan can fill, and Wendy doesn’t take “no” for an answer.

On a sunny afternoon, Stan and his crew were all on Terraria, playing a multiplayer server together. They had been playing for most of summer, and school was just around the corner, the leaves on the trees around town turning brown as they died off. The air was still warm, and Stan’s house was even warmer. It didn’t help that his room was on the second floor.

Stan was relaxing in his room, chilling on call with his friends. It was how he liked to spend his weekends. His overhead fan spinning round, making subtle white noise to accompany the relaxing sounds of Terraria’s elite soundtrack. He was flying around in the game, mainly hanging around Kyle’s base. He sat heavy in his gaming chair, focused on his main monitor. He had a second one with Discord pulled up, displaying the call with the four boys.

“Does anyone have any stone? I ran out,” Kyle’s voice came through the headset Stan was wearing.

“Uh, yeah, I do,” Stan replied, stretching his back for just a moment as he got back in the game, pressing buttons on his clacky keyboard, searching for stone in his chests.

“You guys, I am so bored. We should do a boss fight or something,” Eric groaned, his cheap mic peaking. His was almost as bad as Kenny’s. Almost.

“No one asked, Cartman,” Kyle retorted, which made Kenny snort.

“Stop attacking me, Kenny!” Eric started to squeal as his character was attacked in-game. Kenny was laughing on the other end.

Stan threw the stone Kyle requested on the floor of Kyle’s base, before he heard his squeaky door open. He looked up from the monitor, expecting to see his dad, but was shocked to see his girlfriend instead.

“Hey, Stan,” Wendy’s casual voice came muffled to Stan, causing him to slip off his headphones so he had one ear to listen to the game and one ear to listen to Wendy. 

“What’s up?” Stan asked with a hint of confusion, raising his eyebrow. Wendy never came over unannounced, and he thought that she had some workout program on Saturdays. His eyes widened when he looked her up and down, seeing how she was only wearing short, short black spandex, and a tight shirt that had ‘Fly High Volleyball’ written on it.

Wendy closed the door behind her, noticing how Stan was on some video game she didn’t know of. “I just got done with volleyball practice.”

“Yeah, gathered that,” Stan nodded as he turned in his chair, his body language open to her. “But… Did you need something?”

“Kyle said he needed stone,” Eric replied, his voice slightly confused.

“Stan, who the fuck are you talking to?” Kyle’s annoyed voice came through the speaker on his right ear, slightly distracting him.

Wendy only got closer to Stan, taking off her shirt with one fluid motion that had Stan sit up straight immediately, his eyes widening. He looked back over to his computer, wondering if he should leave the game and/or the call.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all practice,” Wendy cooed, getting closer to him.

Stan shook his head. He was feeling conflicted. He wanted to keep playing with Kyle and his friends, but he also didn’t want to make his girlfriend upset. He was having a lot of fun with his friends, and he wasn’t really in the mood to do anything at the moment anyway.

“Uhm, Wendy…” Stan sheepishly mumbled, trying to not crack any eggshells as he began his endeavor. “I’m on the game right now…”

Wendy simply got under his desk, swiftly maneuvering herself between his legs. And before he could say a word of protest, he already felt her hands on his waistband. He started to blush furiously, the sounds of his friends talking to him slowly started to be drowned out by his tunnel vision on Wendy.

“Just relax,” Wendy murmured as she massaged him, stirring his limp dick to life. 

He held his breath, leaning back in his chair as he did as he was told. He felt her warm breath on his sensitive skin, unsure what to do. His attention was brought back to the game as his character started to take damage.

“Hey, Stan?” Kyle’s voice came through his headphones. He was throwing spikes at Stan, making him take minimal damage.

“Y-Yeah?” Stan replied, trying to speak normally despite the blood flowing south.

“I thought we lost you,” Kyle replied before he ran off the screen.

Stan sighed a shaky breath before he felt Wendy’s warm mouth on his length, causing him to gasp it right back in.

Eric laughed slightly, “Dude, is Stan jacking off right now?” 

Stan’s blush only got worse, and he felt a little horror hearing Eric’s words. He definitely knew what was going on. They all knew. But no amount of shock or horror could pull Stan away from the pleasure his girlfriend was giving him.

“Yeah, why are you making those sounds, Stan?” Kyle added to what Eric said. His voice sounded annoyed, jealous even. 

“I-it’s--” Stan let out a strangled moan as Wendy started to move her head faster, her sloppy tongue sending shivers down Stan’s spine. His hands went to grab the armrests of his chair, gripping so tight that his fingers started to cramp. It was all too much, and it was going so fast that it made his head spin. He tried desperately to focus on coming up with an excuse, but it was futile. “I-I don’t, I… a-ah, god, f-fuhck,” he bit out, his mind going completely blank. He could barely speak past the pleasure, damn Wendy for being so good at her game.

Kenny and Eric started to laugh on the other side, and Eric took the opportunity to rip on him further. “I didn’t know you were the loud type, Stan.”

Kyle simply left the Discord call, but Stan was nearly too far gone to even hear the notification. Wendy put one hand on Stan’s member, and one went down to soothe her aching cunt.

Eric and Kenny kept laughing and talking to each other, but Stan couldn’t be bothered to even try to listen at that point. He ctrl-W-ed out of his Discord and left the Terraria server, directing his attention to Wendy.

“B-Baby,” Stan whined out, his head clouded over with lust now. He kept feeling tingles of pleasure, so many conflicting emotions were bubbling up inside his chest. “..Let's go to the bed.”

Wendy pulled off of Stan pushing his rolling chair back and getting out from under the table. She was only wearing a bra now, she had somehow lost her shorts and underwear when she went under the desk. If she was even wearing underwear. Stan knew that she liked to go commando--it made him shiver.

They moved to the bed, Stan kicking off his pants as she laid down for him, spreading her legs by holding the backs of her knees up to either side of her face. Stan blushed harder, seeing just how wet she was. Her long black hair strewn out on the mattress, smooth pale skin. She was beautiful.

And she smiled up at him, “Babe, I need you to wreck me.”

Stan paused at that. He’d never heard those words come out of her mouth before, but for some odd reason, they turned him on. He wanted to wreck her. He was more than willing to use and abuse her. He didn’t dwell too hard on that, deciding to ignore his morally-troubling train of thought.

He got closer to her on the bed, stroking himself before he pressed his tip to her folds, they were pretty and light pink--glistening in the fading light from the window. He smacked his meat against her clit a couple times just for good measure, biting his lip as he looked down at her. She nodded, as if she knew what he was asking just by looking in his eyes.

Stan slowly pushed his hips closer, her tight heat clenching and squeezing around him. It felt so nice to be fully engulfed by her walls. But, at this rate, he wasn’t going to last long.

“F-fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” He gasped through clenched teeth. “You gotta relax…”

Wendy shook her head, arching her back just slightly, eyes already fluttering with pleasure. “Agh, no, please~ Just fuck me…”

Stan didn’t have to be told twice.

She was begging for him, her beautiful, smooth, clean love wrapping around his neck in an infatuating choke-hold, he felt like he couldn’t stop. Not if he wanted to. He huffed out, a primal chord being stuck deep inside him.

He began to move his hips, wasting no time to start picking up the pace. Each time he went down, he stretched her a little further. She was nodding her head, body instinctually squirming as Stan started to slam his hips down.

“Fuck,” Stan whined, his hands going down to hold her legs still. She was squirming too much, trying to get away from him. He knew what she wanted, even if her body didn’t agree. He leaned over her, head dipping down as he tried to catch his breath. Each time their hips met, a loud, wet, clap rang through the bedroom. 

And each time he slammed into her, her body shifted on the mattress, causing the bed to shift and the headboard to hit the wall. He couldn’t stop staring at her body, the way her tits moved and jiggled, the way her bangs were messy and askew. 

Stan pushed all the way into her, causing Wendy to gasp out. Stan knew he was filling her up, stretching her right. He huffed in a low tone, digging his hips into her.

She arched her back, her hands going to grip the pillow beneath her head. “Yes, oh God, right there~!” 

Stan only whined in response, feeling the edge looming closer. Her warmth was driving him insane. “Yeah, baby? You like that? Wanna cum on my cock?”

Wendy nodded, a fucked out expression on her face, biting her cherry red lip. 

This only encouraged Stan to start slamming into her again with a brutal force, he couldn’t think of anything but Wendy and the pleasure she was giving him. He quickly got into a rhythm again, pulling out slow and pushing back in fast. Wendy started to nod her head, her grip on the pillow getting tighter. 

His brain was getting foggier, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Still, he wouldn’t stop until Wendy got her fix, and he continued to rock his hips into her until she started to make more noise.

“Ah, yeah, fuck.. I’m close,” She whimpered, her hands leaving the pillow behind her to reach for Stan’s back. Stan got closer and she dug her nails into him. Her eyes rolled back as she let out a loud cry, her walls squeezing Stan tight as she came.

Stan let out a grunt at that, not pausing his thrusts, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm. She started to squirm more, which Stan couldn’t help but find adorable. He slowly came to a stop, pulling out and jerking off over her flat stomach, spilling his warm white seed onto her pale skin.

///

But after the afterglow faded, and the only sounds in the room were their combined panting and the ceiling fan spinning, Stan couldn’t help but feel some sort of emptiness in his chest. He wiped himself off with his hand, and got up to go get the tissue box. He came back over to where Wendy was laying, splayed out in her naked beauty, and wiped his sperm off of her. 

Somehow, Stan felt gross. He couldn’t explain, but in the room, he felt alone. He just did the most sacred thing he could with his girl, but he felt like shit. He shook his head, deciding it wasn’t worth thinking about.

[girlinlotsoffandoms]

day nine - survivor’s guilt

notes: here's day nine! sorry its up so late but the upside, you'll get 2 stories in the same day pretty much.

read on AO3 or below

“Hello?”

A familiar voice flitted through the speaker, instantly energizing everyone in the room. “Stella.”

“Oh my God, Kelly?!” Stella grabbed her phone and pulled it closer. “Wha��but…the plane—the plane crashed. Your plane….what?!”

“I wasn’t on it. I’m OK.”

The emotion in his voice told them he was the exact opposite.

“The airline called, they told us your boarding pass had been scanned!” Stella couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Brett rubbed her back comfortingly and Stella took a breath, knowing she was getting worked up. “God, Kelly, we thought you were dead. What the hell happened?”

A sigh came from over the line and everyone could hear the shudder Kelly tried to hide. “I uh, I was on the plane at first. I made it all the way to my seat… but turns out the airline double booked a few seats including mine. The guy who also had my seat, his name was Bryan—his  wife had gone into labor with their first kid and he was trying to get home before the baby was born. So I gave him the seat.” 

“They managed to get me on a different flight that left about half an hour later so it didn’t seem like a big deal. We didn’t even know about the crash and then all of a sudden, our flight was being grounded in St. Louis. I guess American Airlines is grounding certain flights until the cause of the crash is determined. They’re trying to get everyone on different flights but there’s no telling how long that will take.”

“You weren’t on the plane,” Stella said quietly, sighing in relief. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t think any of us are okay right now, Stell.”

“Right, I know,” Stella said, sniffling. “I just…. god Kelly.”

“I know.”

Stella was crying again but this time, the tears streaming down her face were tears of relief. Stella was too emotional to keep talking but no one was ready for Kelly to hang up.

“Kelly, it’s good to hear your voice again,” Boden said. “Now is there anything we can do to help you?”

“Thanks, Chief.” Kelly paused and there was a commotion on his end of the phone. “I have to go. Make sure Stella’s okay for me until I get back?”

“You’ve got it Kelly,”

… … …

Three hours later, Kelly Severide was finally back in Chicago. The flight was easy but after the day’s events, tensions were running high for staff and passengers.

It had been the longest day of Kelly’s life. His brain wanted nothing more than to go home and sit in silence, away from everyone else, but his body and his heart wanted nothing more than to hug his wife.

Getting an Uber was next to impossible, the line wrapped through the arrivals area. Thankfully, one of the guys who sat in Kelly’s row offered him a ride and Kelly jumped at the chance.

If he got a strange look for asking to be dropped off at a firehouse, he didn’t care.

Kelly had texted Stella on the ride over, making sure she was still awake. Even though she’d said she was, he wasn’t expecting her and the rest of the crew to be waiting for him on the apron when the car pulled up to Firehouse 51.

He had barely made it out of the car before Stella had rushed to him and wrapped him in the tightest hug she could manage. It was a hug Kelly returned just as fiercely.

After a day of unimaginable loss and trauma, Kelly and Stella could both finally take a breath.

… … …

The days following the plane crash were rough. Stella was dealing with the trauma of thinking Kelly was dead by not letting her husband out of her sight and Kelly? Well, he wasn’t really dealing with it.

As more details came out about the crash, the more withdrawn Kelly became. The list of passengers and crew members who died had been released and with that came the sorrowful stories from the loved ones left behind. News stations had gotten word that there were a few original passengers on the flight who had given up their seats, narrowly avoiding the same fate as the 248 passengers and crew members, but thankfully those passengers’ names were kept under wraps.

The last thing Kelly needed was a media circus surrounding him. 

Boden gave Kelly a few days off, all but ordering him to talk to the CFD psychologist and get his head on straight. As good as Kelly was at hiding his emotions, Boden knew the man well and could read him easily. It was clear Kelly was struggling; how could anyone come that close to death and not be shaken up?

Stella took a few days off to stay with Kelly. Her nightmares about the plane crash were reason enough to take a few days off but Kelly wasn’t sleeping at all. He’d go through the motions and, even on the nights when he didn’t get out of bed for hours at a time, Stella would see the dark circles under his eyes grow darker every day. 

After the emotional comedown of learning Kelly was alive, Stella started researching survivor’s guilt. Kelly Severide wasn’t great at sharing his feelings (though he’d gotten exceptionally better in recent years) but he still felt them and Stella knew he’d be feeling this for a long time.

Survivor’s guilt was something they saw all the time as first responders and Kelly was showing a lot of the signs. 

He’d met with the CFD psychologist once already but nothing changed. He needed help, he needed to talk about everything, but Stella knew pushing him to talk wouldn’t end well. She just had to be there for him and hope he’d come to her when he was ready to talk. 

That day came the day of Bryan’s funeral. National news had been covering the plane crash exclusively and that extended to the funerals of the victims. They showed footage from Bryan’s funeral, including parts of the eulogy his widow, Vanessa, gave, and put pictures of the once happy couple and the newborn son Bryan never got to meet on the screen as her words played in the background.

It was the pictures of the baby that broke down the carefully constructed walls Kelly had put up. 

Stella had run into the living room at the sound of breaking glass. She saw Kelly’s hands shaking, glass from his broken beer bottle on the floor beside him. She hurried over to him and cupped his cheeks. “Hey, talk to me, please.”

And he did.

Like word vomit, Kelly told Stella everything running through his mind. He talked about how happy and thankful he was to be alive and home with her but those feelings were always accompanied by crippling guilt that he had survived when so many others had not. The biggest thing bothering him had been Bryan.

“I gave him the seat because he needed to get home and be there for his wife and their new baby. The backup flight would’ve gotten him to the hospital in time, or at the very least alive.” Kelly said quietly. “But I let him have the seat and now his son has to grow up without a father.”

“Hey, look at me.” Stella waited until Kelly’s weary eyes were on her before she started speaking again. “What happened to Bryan and the others was tragic and unimaginable but you are not to blame. You gave him a chance to get home to his family and I’m so sorry that wasn’t able to happen. You did a good thing and I know Bryan was grateful you gave him the chance.”

Kelly sniffled and ran a hand over his face. “I’m tired Stella. I don’t want to feel like this forever.”

“I know,” Stella answered softly. She played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “And you won’t. We’ll get you some help, get you someone to talk to, and you’ll be okay. I’ll be here with you, every step of the way. I promise.”

Despite the overwhelming and conflicting thoughts and emotions crashing over him, Kelly found himself believing what Stella was saying. She always saw the best in him—always believed in him—and if she thought he could get through this then maybe he could. 

[uncannysam]

PARTIES: @2fast2furyous @uncannysam TIMING: Early December SUMMARY: On a chance encounter in Gatlin Fields, Gia and Sam experience just how bad the fog can be at midnight. WARNINGS: None!

It’s late at night at a mysterious and creepy wishing well that is inhabited by a demon - what could possibly go awry? 

Growing up, Gia always heard the strange stories of the local Wishing Well. Kids, herself included, would go out to the fields and dare one another to do outlandish and risky shit near the well. It never seemed to happen when she had been out there, but people would talk about seeing eyes at the bottom of the well peering up at them. One time a kid died out there. Most people said it was the stupidity of trying to do a handstand on an old well but the people that had been there, the ones willing to talk about it that is, told a different tale. 

Gia hadn’t really thought about that place in years, but with the way she was feeling lately she had been going back through her mental list of dangerous thrill-seeking behaviors and had been trying to recreate them. She was truly growing so desperate to feel adrenaline pump through her veins, so desperate to feel anything except the building anger she felt every day. 

It was late, and possibly very stupid, but she decided to head out towards Gatlin Fields to try and find the well. If she couldn’t get her blood pumping and her heart beating out of her chest, well fuck it maybe she could toss in a coin and wish for things to go back to the way they used to be. It had been a clear night, but as she headed towards where she remembered this place to be the woods gradually became blanketed in fog. Even just that - being out there in the middle of the night with nothing but the darkness surrounding her, Gia didn’t feel anything. Not even a second of fear. 

Without a clear sense of where she was going it had started to feel like she was simply wandering, but then she saw the top of the well peeking out from the fog. As Gia approached it she heard something strange. “Hello?” She called out without thought, wondering if maybe she wasn’t actually alone in this darkness. 

---

It wasn’t that Sam was out looking for trouble. No, she had just decided to take a trip out to Gatlin Fields to see about getting some fresh milk and other produce from the local farms around. She had been going with her father since she was a little girl and had carried on the tradition herself as an adult. Plus, Mr. Rivera sold some of the best chocolate milk she had ever tasted. It was something she had turned Zach, her best friend since childhood, onto as well. In fact, the last time she had been out here was with him, but tonight, she was riding solo, except for Scout, who was close by her side in the 1976 fully remodeled Ford Bronco Zach had helped her rebuild. A passion project shared between the two after her beat up, junker of a car was on its last leg. They had finished merely months before his death.

“Scout, you ready to head home? I think we’ve been out long enough, and it’s creepy when it gets dark here.” Sam ran her hand through his soft, orange colored fur, as she started the engine. Grabbing her phone, she pulled up Spotify and put on a random playlist as “Come and Get Your Love” by Redbone blasted through the speakers. Putting the truck in drive, she started moving down the gravel road headed back towards town.

“Come and get your love! Come and get your love!” Her voice carried through the car as Scout looked up at her confused, “What? You don’t like my singing, Boy?” She laughed and set her eyes back on the road in front of her, but the further she drove, the more the fog had settled, and before long, Sam found herself pulling off at the next turn and putting her truck in park. As many times as she had been out here, she knew where she was going, but something had felt off. And even Scout could sense the worry and change in her demeanor.

As Sam went to grab her phone, she noticed the music had cut out and stopped playing and when she pulled up Maps, there was no service. Fuck. Looking around and trying to peer through the fog, she couldn’t see a damn thing, “I don’t like this, Boy. Maybe we can sit here a little while and see if it clears out some.” It was the last place she wanted to be, but the doors were locked and she had extra blankets in the backseat that she had always kept on hand.

Reaching back and snagging a couple, Sam pulled them over her and Scout and shut off the engine to save gas, and after looking at her phone for a few minutes, put it down and without much effort, dozed off.

The voice had cut through the silence like a familiar whisper and had woken her up from a dream she had been tangled up in, “Zach?” Sam looked around letting her eyes adjust when she realized her and Scout were still out in the middle of nowhere and the fog was now just as heavy. Quickly grabbing her phone, she glanced down at the time, “Fuck! We’ve been here for several hours!” The clock was pushing midnight, and as she went to start the engine to try and press on, Sam heard a voice calling out to her again.

“Scout, stay here. I’m gonna go see if that’s somebody who can help us.” Against her better judgment and pulling the keys out of the ignition, Sam pushed the blankets off of her and zipped up her coat. As she climbed out of the Bronco, she glanced back at her dog, “It’s okay. I’ll be right back.” With the doors locked tight and Scout safe inside, Sam disappeared into the fog trying to follow the mysterious voice for answers.

---  

Out this deep in the fields, this late at night, Gia hadn’t expected to hear the distinctive creaking of a car door opening in response to her call. Granted, she didn’t really know what she had expected to hear. That was followed by the sound of a voice coming from the same direction but it was so soft-spoken that she couldn’t make out any of the words. Then she heard the car door shut and her body tensed up and her fists clenched as she prepared for the worst. The fog that surrounded her was so thick and unforgiving. The noises she heard weren’t that far away yet she could hardly see beyond her outstretched arms. 

“Who’s out there?” Not wanting to be a sitting duck, she kept moving through the fog hoping to find the well or the other person - people? - out there before they found her. Not that she didn’t think she could handle herself, shoutout to grandma Phuong for putting her in martial arts classes since she was old enough to walk. Gia just didn’t want the trouble. “It’s late. You should just … get back in your car and head outta here.” Just as she finished that sentence her back bumped up against something, or maybe more accurately someone? She turned around quickly, ready to react, only to find herself face-to-face with a brunette. Whoever she was, she was the type of familiar face that Gia couldn’t really place. “What are you doing out here?” 

---

By the time Sam had taken no more than a few steps forward, she had already lost sight of the truck and Scout through the dense fog. “Great. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.” With a sigh, she pulled her phone out and turned on the flashlight, but it was no use; only creating a wall of white haze in front of her. Shutting it off, she shoved it back into her jacket pocket, until she heard a voice. Follow the voice. Just follow the voice. Get out of my head, Zach, with your creepy fucking ideas. Though she knew the imagined voice was probably right, since it would at least lead her forward to someone who might be able to help.

As she continued deeper into her mission to find the mysterious person out in the fog (probably not the smartest idea), she heard the voice again, a little clearer now, and without realizing it, she felt herself hitting something before a person – a woman – was standing right in front of her, which caused her to jump, “Shit! You scared me…” It took Sam a minute to adjust and process the question, “Huh? Oh, I was out here getting some vegetables and got lost in the fog. Thought I might find someone who could help me and my dog find our way back to town. What are you doing out here?” She had only seen Gia when she was with Zach, but then it hit her, “Gia? Is that you?”

---

If her heart had been capable of doing so, Gia knew that it would be beating out of her chest right now. She had built up in her head that the owner of the mysterious voice in the fog was going to be a threat but instead … she knew her name? Well this was a bit awkward, she thought, trying to rack her brain for how she knew this woman. Her first thought was the other daredevil minded people she used to hang out with out in these fields, but that wasn’t right. Then, almost as if she could sense the lingering pain, it clicked. “Sam?” She responded, hoping that she correctly remembered the name of Zach’s friend who had always hung around. She hadn’t seen her in a few months, not since Zach died. 

Gia felt like she could understand the anger that was radiating off of the other woman. It was a painful anger, diluted only softly by the passing of time no doubt. Death wasn’t something that Gia had ever been uncomfortable with, given her family’s necromancy, however she never quite knew what to say to someone who lost a loved one forever. “I went to the funeral.” Was that a weird way to breach the topic? “Lotta us did. Some of the crew, I mean. It’s all competition on the pavement but… racing community’s small and he was a real stand up.” She never really knew how Zach had died and despite wanting to know, Gia knew this wasn’t the time or the place. 

“Dog?” Gia finally asked, looking down and not seeing one nearby. “Please don’t tell me your dog is lost in this fog.” As she looked around, the fog had completely warped her sense of direction and she no longer had any recollection as to where the sound of Sam’s car door had come from. She didn’t know if it was irony or, perhaps, fate that her intention had been to come out here to be alone and now she had run into someone she knew who clearly needed help. “Why on earth were you gathering vegetables in the woods this late at night anyway?” 

--- 

Since Zach had died, it was as if most days hadn’t been real. Sam was merely moving day in and day out just trying to take things slowly, but the thoughts and guilt that raced through her mind often left her struggling. And the few months of grief therapy she had done seemed to help for a little while until her new found “mutant abilities” had popped up. Of course, she was still trying to decide if it was all in her head, and she was losing her mind or if this had all been real. But everything had seemed like a blur now anyways, so did it honestly matter? That’s your depression talking, Sam. Snap out of it. 

When Gia finally recognized her, it was a relief confirming that she had gotten Zach’s friend right. But at the same time, the mention of his funeral and just his life in general had caused the woman to get quiet. To feel like she was sinking into a void, just like the fog the two had currently been surrounded by, as guilt tried to creep in on her, “Uh, yeah. He was a great guy, and I loved him like a brother.” Sam couldn’t help but chew on her bottom lip out of nervousness, just grateful for when the subject had changed to Scout, “Yeah, Scout. And no, he’s not. He’s back in my truck safe and sound. I wasn’t about to bring him out into this…whatever this is.” She glanced back in the direction she thought her truck had been in, not too sure anymore. “I wasn’t gathering them. I bought them and some fresh milk from a couple of local farmers and got lost when the fog started rolling in earlier. Thought it would clear out if I waited and ended up falling asleep. But you never answered my question. Why are you out here?”

---

The silence that fell after Gia’s mention of the funeral made her feel distinctly uncomfortable. It was as though the mere mention of it caused a palpable response in Sam, not quite one of true anger but something distinctly adjacent to it. It was, ultimately, still a complete mystery to Gia as to why she felt so linked to deeply angry and vengeful emotions ever since her own death. Not only was it practically all she could feel herself, but it was also something she could feel coming from others. She hated it. All she wanted to do was ease that anger when she came across it but it felt like such an impossible task. “Sorry. I - I don’t know why I said that. I just… I’m real sorry for your loss.” 

“Oh, yeah, that’s good.” In all honesty, Gia had no idea if it was better for the dog to be lost in the fog within a locked car or if it was better for it to be lost but out in the open. The latter option would at least lend itself to some call and response shit. “Fog out this way is wicked heavy. Always has been. It’s disorienting for sure.” Sam’s reason for getting stuck out here at least made a bit of sense, Gia’s was objectively foolish. “I just come out here sometimes. Or, I used to. Ya know - dumb kids just running around town looking for something exciting to cut through the everyday bullshit. Stupid I’m sure, but I was just, I dunno…” she sighed and shook her head softly, an acknowledgement of the ridiculousness of what she was saying. “Just wanted to feel like I did back then.” She knew that there was no real need to add that last sentence, and in doing so she felt a bit exposed. Maybe it was because Sam reminded her of the people she used to do dumb shit like this with. “This shit isn’t gonn clear up any bit before morning. Any chance you brought your car keys with you?” 

---

Sam nodded softly at Gia’s apology. Coming to Wicked’s Rest as a child and leaving everyone you ever knew behind – aunties, uncles, cousins – only to have your parents with you had been hard. Everything Samantha had ever known had been taken away, and while she didn’t quite understand it as a child, she had grown to understand it when she was an adult. But in that time, she had also come to know a little boy and his family who had taken her in and made her feel welcome and wanted in such a strange and unfamiliar place. And as the years passed and they grew closer, Sam started to find that Wicked’s Rest was like a home to her now. She had still missed her family greatly, but life didn’t feel so hard anymore, and on the days when it was, there he was waiting for her. But she had failed him and in doing so, it felt like she had broken one of the number one rules of what she was taught. Loyalty and to be there for those you loved. So when Gia had unexpectedly brought up Zach, it had both struck a nerve, but also evoked an immense sadness that she had worked very hard to suppress each day.

“Yeah. I can’t lose Scout. I’ve been coming out here for years with my dad, but I don’t think we were ever here past dark. He had a strict rule of us leaving this place, before the sun went down. Something about the vibe of it didn’t set right with him, and still doesn’t.” She knew exactly what Gia had meant though. There was a desire in wanting to be a kid again and feeling what you felt when you were little. Sam felt that most days, especially now that it was just her again, besides her dog and her parents, “I get it. Childhood seems easier in retrospect.” She let out a soft sigh, before digging around in her pockets, “Yeah, why?” Holding up the keys, she revealed they were basic. Nothing special. No keyfob. Just a set of keys to an old, suped up remodeled truck from the 70s.

---

“Scout, that’s a cute name.” Gia always felt a connection to animals, even though her parents never let her have one growing up. A lot of the dead things she would bring back to life in the early days of her necromancy practice were pets - people so willing to trade the life of one animal for another. Sometimes her brother would say that bringing pets back to life was a waste and that people should just get another one instead of going through the strain of necromancy. Gia didn’t really agree, she saw the way some people’s pets were parts of their family. 

“Well, nighttime is when things go bump,” Gia joked with a smirk, hoping to relieve any of the tension that seemed to be building. “But, uh, I’ve been out here at night more than a few times. Always make my way back home.” Her gaze fell on the old school keys that Sam pulled out of her pocket, scrunching up her face a bit as she tried to think of a plan B. “Shit, was hoping you’d have a fob so we could just follow the beeps and flashing lights back.” Gia definitely had a guess about which direction she had come from but she’d also been out in this fog before - it twists and turns in unexpected ways. “Well, we’re def not gonna find it just standing here. I say we walk that way,” she said as she pointed to the right, “until we hit something. You down?” 

--- 

“Thanks. It was Zach’s idea.” Sam didn’t want to speak much about Zach. At least not right now. Everything had still felt fresh at times and try as she might, getting him out of her head most days was hard. But tonight, they had something else to focus on – this fog. If they didn’t get out, it was going to be a longer night than it already was, and the idea of leaving Scout alone in the truck for that long didn’t sit well with Sam for multiple reasons. And if she didn’t get back to him soon, she knew he’d start howling for her. A possible beacon back to the truck, but considering she had sworn she had heard Zach’s voice earlier, not necessarily a guarantee.

“Apparently daytime too…” It was more so under her breath, but with all the strange things that she had been seeing lately, she didn’t want to have to explain herself, so she had hoped that Gia hadn’t noticed, “Really? Well this shouldn’t be a problem then. You really think I’m gonna have a fancy car with all the bells and whistles? I own a hole-in-the-wall comic book shop and sleep upstairs.” Sam was in defense mode, but only because she was starting to get nervous. “Sorry, I think my nerves are starting to get to me…But yeah, walking is better than standing here especially because it’s fucking –” Sam’s attention was caught by the same familiar voice that had led her out of the truck in the first place, “cold…” Turning around distracted by what sounded like her best friend, she narrowed her eyes, “You hear that?”

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Without even meaning to, Gia had brought Zach up again. Growing up in a town like Wicked’s Rest almost guaranteed that you would lose at least one loved one far too soon. Gia remembered the first time one of her friends died - it was in middle school. She hadn’t been best friends with the other girl but they were close. And then one day she stopped coming to school. The story was that she had drowned while swimming, but Gia’s older sister Tiên had told her the truth; the girl had been killed by a nix. 

Gia knew what the story was about how Zach had died but ever since middle school she had grown weary of believing in seemingly natural deaths. “Oh damn, I don’t think I realized you owned the shop. That’s fucking cool.” Gia shrugged at the implication and laughed a bit, “First of all, it is 2023, a keyfob does not count as fancy bells and whistles anymore. Second, look at the crew you run with. I wouldn’t put it past you to have something with at least a couple’a bells.”  

She had sort of been hoping that they could maybe settle into a conversation about cars after that, maybe talk about what she drove and shit like that. Instead, Sam seemed… distracted. “Yeah. Really cold,” Gia parroted, even though the air around them was significantly warmer than her own skin was. She looked around in the directions that Sam was but Gia didn’t hear whatever it was that she was. “I…I don’t. What does it sound like? If it’s a car we might be close to the road. If there’s someone else out here,” she paused only slightly as her mind jumped to the worst conclusion, “maybe they can help us get back to your car.” 

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Sam heard everything Gia was saying, but couldn’t help but shrug it off. The voice was more enticing than she had realized, especially considering it sounded exactly like Zach. Was he still alive? Had he escaped somehow? That couldn’t be possible though. He was dead. She saw it happen. Watched those things suck the life out of him all while she stood by and let it happen. But if there was a chance he was still out there, she had to find out right? She couldn’t just let this opportunity slip away. No, she had to check. Besides, she wasn’t alone. Gia was with her, and Scout was locked safely in the truck. What was one little detour?

“It sounds like…Um…like him.” Sam couldn’t put into words her disbelief, but maybe he was leading them to safety. Had to be right? Zach wouldn’t play a joke this cruel on her would he? If she did, she’d kick his ass when she reached him. But something seemed off about the whole situation. Her intuition and all the tales she had been told growing up. The warnings and fear instilled in her to keep her safe, “He…Zach…he wouldn’t lead us into trouble. I know he wouldn’t. I think he’s trying to get us back to safety.”

Without hesitating any longer, Sam began to walk forward towards the voice calling her name. The fog was heavy and thick, and with each step she took, she made sure it was with caution. You could never be too careful out here, especially with a wall of haze blocking your path. But the voice was soon becoming much clearer the closer she got to it. Just a little closer, and she would reach him…

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Even though she had a vague sense of who Sam meant when she said him, Gia had sincerely hoped that she was gonna say it sounded like the dog or her dad or … literally anyone other than her dead friend. But then she said the name and she just knew that whatever the hell this was it was very likely to lead them into trouble. Practically a guarantee. “Sam…” she wanted to be gentle, to respect that this could be a part of her grief, “It can’t be.” 

Part of her did wonder, however. After all she had died and yet she was still around, still a person. Well, maybe not a person. But she was flesh and blood and, well no not blood either it seemed. But none of that mattered, because Zach had died for real. There was a funeral and a body. “I really don’t think that we should follow whatever voice you hear. I don’t hear it. Sometimes out here… I dunno our minds play tricks on us.” 

Gia began to worry about what might be out there with them. It wasn’t the kind of feeling she was hoping to feel that evening, but it was something. She stayed close to Sam’s side, trying to figure out how to get out of the fog. Had she not been so preoccupied she may have wondered why exactly Sam seemed so willing to think that Zach might be out there. The fog seemed to reach out for Sam as if it was intentionally moving, trying to pull her deeper and separate the pair from one another. “Sam, look at me! Hey!” She shouted, hoping that she might be able to break whatever trance she seemed to be in. Swinging her arms around, Gia tried to get the fog to dissipate but it wasn’t working. 

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Sam could no longer focus on Gia. All she wanted was to reach Zach. To know that he was okay. If she hadn't just stood back that night, he still might have been around. He still might have been with his family and with her. Sam was too prideful to admit that she was lonely. She was too prideful to admit that she had been scared shitless the night he was killed. She acted tough in retrospect and had always stuck up for him in the past, but that night had been different. And maybe now was the chance for her to make amends and to know that he was okay.

As she continued to move forward, she clung to the hope that the voice luring her further away from Scout and reality was indeed her best friend, but suddenly Sam felt something wrap around her leg and jerk her downward, snapping her out of the trance she was in. Letting out a bloodcurdling scream, she looked around desperately trying to find something to grab as it began pulling her forward, “Gia?! GIA WHERE ARE YOU!?!”

Sam reached out her fingers digging into the grass desperately hoping that whatever this was would just let her go. This was definitely not Zach. But it was something, and with all she had seen within the past few months since gaining her new “sight”, she knew it wasn’t something friendly, “Fuck! I’m sorry! I just wish we were back at the truck!”

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One second Gia was trying to pull Sam’s attention towards her and the next Sam had practically disappeared. Her screams could be heard clearly, though. It was the type of sound that would have sent a chill down her spine if such a sensation was even possible. Her eyes followed the sounds to see Sam getting pulled down towards the ground but she couldn’t see through the fog to tell who - or what - was doing the pulling. It felt like the fog was trying desperately to block Gia out and something told her that if Sam got out of her sight entirely that she may never see her again. 

Without thinking about all of the shit that could hit the fan, Gia dropped down and reached out for Sam’s extended arms. She didn’t know how strong whatever was on the other side was but she just hoped that the muscles she had developed through years of mechanic work would be good enough. The air was thick with a wild swirl of emotions that Gia could practically taste. Sam’s grief was so palpable, having let her be lured in by the mere thought of seeing Zach. There was also so much frustration pulsating around her, seemingly caused by the realization that she had let that grief cause her to walk straight towards danger. 

When Gia grabbed onto Sam’s forearms something happened, something new and a bit terrifying. As she made contact she heard Sam’s words echoing in her mind, I just wish we were back at the truck! Suddenly Gia could see that happening, she saw them out of the fog and santing before Sam’s truck. It wasn’t just a thought though, it was like she was seeing it on a screen projected against the fog. All she had to do was just reach out and touch it… 

After she did, in an instant she stumbled backwards. There was nobody else grabbing hold of Sam’s legs and without that counterforce, Gia fell back onto her ass. The fog was gone and the screams were replaced by the slightly muffled sound of a dog barking. “Sam? Fuck… are you good?”

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Feeling herself being pulled into the darkness, Sam could only imagine that the same fear she had at that very moment, was what Zach must have felt the night he had died. Maybe it was penance for not helping him. Maybe it was her turn; her punishment to be sucked away into the dark never to see the light of day again. But before she could dwell on it anymore and try to make peace with what was happening, she felt Gia’s hands and with a tight grip refused to let go. If this was it, then so be it. Closing her eyes tightly, she waited for the end to come.

Eyes still squeezed together, Sam felt her body plummet to the ground with a thud and the escape of an oof. If this was the end, why did she hear a dog barking? A dog that sounded like…Scout!? Followed by Gia’s voice! Opening her eyes slowly, she looked around to see Gia sitting on the ground, and as her eyes adjusted, she noticed that the fog was no longer blanketing over her surroundings. It was just her, Gia, the truck, and Scout.

“What the…fuck?” Pushing herself up off the ground, she looked around in disbelief, “Gia…are we…did we? Is this the Spirit World? How are we here right now?” Sam couldn’t wrap her head around it. One minute she was being pulled by an invisible force into the shadows and next, she was back at her truck without any fog in sight. Was this a part of her new gift of sight? Or was this something else? Maybe she was dreaming. Maybe she had finally gone to sleep, and just hadn’t woken back up yet. Whatever it was, she was hoping the woman next to her could give her some answers.

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Gia truly had no idea what had just happened, what she had just done. It had to have been her, didn’t it? It couldn’t have been a coincidence that she saw this outcome and then it just happened. The fog had been doing nothing but getting thicker until just seconds earlier and now there was not even a soft haze surrounding them. Sam’s question about a Spirit World caught her off guard, and she didn’t really know how to respond. That seemed… unlikely. Gia would know if she had died a second time, wouldn’t she? She hardly realized it the first time, though. “No.. we’re just,” she paused a bit as she looked around. “The fog cleared.”

She wasn’t certain in her response, and her tone gave that away no doubt. Was it possible that Sam’s truck had been that close the whole time and the fog was just so thick that they didn’t realize? Why hadn’t they heard Scout barking then? Gia stood up, dusting the dirt off the back of her jeans with her hands. She had been taught by her family to always downplay, to rationalize the mystical to those who didn’t know about it. Just as she was about to do that, Gia couldn’t help but wonder if Sam actually fell into that category of people who didn’t know. 

“I don’t know how we’re here. I…,” Gia stopped short of explaining her thoughts about what had occurred. It was hard enough to admit certain things to herself let alone say them outloud. “I don’t know. But I kinda think we should get the fuck out of here. Reaching her arm down to help Sam up, Gia noticed that for the first time in a long time, she didn't feel so tired. In fact, she almost felt… good? Had this been enough of a scare to pump some life into her? She genuinely didn’t want that to be the answer because if someone she knew had to almost die for her to feel alive then she would rather feel dead forever. “Come on, I know how to direct us back to the main roads from here.” 

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Sam’s eyes stayed trained on Gia, occasionally looking back up at the truck and then out to where the thick fog once lay. She was still in disbelief from the whole situation. Whatever was watching out for them both had saved their lives. Though she was pretty certain people would think she was making up everything, she knew what she had heard and even more so of what she had felt. And without hesitating, she pulled up her pants leg to see marks around her ankle where she had been pulled. There was no denying it.

But Gia was right. Staying here any longer was something Sam didn’t want to experience, so when she saw the other woman offering out her hand, she took it without any hesitation, “I agree. Fuck this place. I’m never coming out this way again, if I can avoid it. I knew there was something off. I’ve felt it practically my whole life.”

Sam dug in her pocket for the keys to the truck and moved towards it, “I’ll unlock the passenger's side door.” Once she was in the truck, she was bombarded by an overjoyed Scout who was giving her kisses, “Hey! It’s okay, boy. I’m here. I’m safe, but we gotta let Gia in okay, so we can get the fuck outta here.” When Scout had settled, Sam leaned over and unlocked the door, holding onto the dog to make sure he didn’t try to jump out, “I promise he doesn’t bite, but he may give you kisses. Just let me know when you’re in and good to go.” With her freehand, she put the keys into the ignition and started the engine; the truck with the loud muffler roaring to life.