#I actually didn’t think the dawn drawing was gonna come out good-

[mjtheartist04]

Drawing on Magma with my bby gorl @hypocriticaltypwriter ✨👀💖

Here is the dawn drawing! OMG I LOVE THE BRUSHES ON THERE ITS LIKE SO SMOOTH (and I think I figured out a way to shade better✨👁️👁️)

ANYWAYS HERE YOU GO POOKIE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! SHE WAS SO FUN TO DRAW AGH!🤭💖💖💖

a lil doodle I did on there heheh

AND ALSO MY GIRL @hypocriticaltypwriter TRYNA KILL ME-

LITERALLY SQUEALED ODNDKSJSN🫣

I need this man to bite me in wolf form-

[yourlokalescholar]

I lied guys /: I said I’d post my story if the drawing got three notes but I’m gonna post it anyway.

I realised that the only stories/fics I see on tumblr are oneshots, and OC content is usually in the form of comics, but… there’s no way I’m gonna be able to keep up the motivation to make a consistent comic, so. I’m gonna do a drawing for each chapter to make up for it! (Oh and also for context it’s somewhat based on my survival Minecraft world but I’m not gonna tag it as Minecraft cos I feel like that’s kinda clickbait)

It’s called “Hello, I’m here, I’m living in the wall” (:

When the girl woke up, she was drowning.

This is generally considered an unpleasant experience to wake up to, and was met with much panicked thrashing and flailing and unintentional swallowing of water. When her head finally broke the water (which, upon further inspection, wasn’t all that deep) the girl managed to pull herself together enough to swim inelegantly the few metres to shore and catch her breath. Much more calm now, and with space in her head to think, a terrifying realisation dawned on her:

She had no idea where she was.

This was already enough to send her into another panic, only this time, without the threat of drowning to keep her occupied, she was able to actually think about the situation at hand. This is never a good thing to do when one is panicking.

Okay, she thought to herself, Obviously waking up in the ocean is never a good thing, but there must be an explanation for it. I must have been… staying at a friend's house! Yes, that makes sense! And then… did I sleepwalk? …Do I usually sleepwalk? I… can’t remember sleepwalking before…

…

Oh! It was a prank! That’s a common prank for people to do to their friends, isn’t it?! They… dumped me in the ocean, whilst I was… sleeping?

Unfortunately, as the girl pondered this idea, she had three more terrifying realisations:

1. She didn’t think any of her friends would dump her in the ocean as a prank.

2. She couldn’t remember staying at a friend’s house the night before.

3. She couldn’t remember any of her friends.

These thoughts were not helping with her panic attack.

She felt like she was drowning again. It was as if there was a black hole in her chest and it was swallowing her from the inside out, and she was desperately trying to feed it with increasingly frantic gulps of air, but the hole just kept getting bigger and bigger, and it would keep growing until it swallowed her whole. She thought distantly that she needed to cry, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember how. So she did the next best thing.

Beside her in the sand, forgotten in her panic, there was a large wooden chest. She punched it as hard as she could. Then again. And again. And again, and again and again againandagainand—

She let out a guttural scream as she threw herself against the wooden vessel, laying into it with all her strength until nothing but splinters remained.

She felt better.

Not entirely of course, but enough to push aside her misery and frustration and focus on more important matters. Such as survival.

Sifting through what was left of the chest, she found some useful essentials: a flask full of water, a few carrots, some bread, a packet of beetroot seeds, a sheet of paper, planks of wood in various colours, cocoa beans, and what looked to be saplings. The girl had no idea where the convenient container had come from, but she felt slightly guilty about wrecking it now. She muttered a quiet, “Thank you,” as she stuffed the items into her pockets. (They didn’t bulge with the added items, nor did they feel any heavier. The girl didn’t question this, of course, because it was completely normal.)

Standing, the girl took stock of her possessions. She had food, water and building supplies, plus seeds to grow more food from: everything she needed to survive as long as necessary.

Except a name.

Okay, a person didn’t *technically* need a name to survive, but the girl couldn’t help but feel that she did.

And of course, it seemed she’d lost that along with everything else. Shocker.

She tried to think of any good names that she knew, but the knowledge evaded her like everything did when you actually needed it (or it might’ve been related to the amnesia). The girl looked around, taking in her surroundings for the first time since she’d woken up.

In front of her was the ocean, flat as glass and completely featureless, save for a few large, grassy rocks that could hardly be called islands sticking out of the water, perhaps a few miles away. To her left there looked to be… a forest? No; a swamp, filled with strange trees, heavy with vines and looming over her on twisted roots which held them suspended far above the ground. Mangrove trees, her brain supplied. Mangrove? She considered it. A good name for a tree, but the girl didn’t think it would fit her. There were some flowers growing from the mud, though, and they caught her eye. How about Poppy? Rose? As she contemplated her options, she stuck her bare feet into the water, letting the lull of the ocean soothe her.

She felt less soothed by the brush of scales against her ankle.

She yanked her legs back with a yelp, scrubbing at them with sand to get rid of the feeling as she peered into the water.

Oh!

It was a salmon! The fish was stuck in the sand, writhing frantically as it tried to escape. The girl smiled delightedly, relieved to see an animal when she’d been feeling so frightened and alone only minutes before. She picked it up in both hands, muttering apologies as it wriggled and gaped in indignation. She waded deeper into the sea and set it down gently once she judged it deep enough, giggling as it stopped moving in shock for a few moments before apparently remembering how to use its fins and darting away. She watched until it disappeared from sight.

It was decided then: her name was Salmon.

Feeling considerably lighter with this decision, Salmon waded back to shore. She looked into the sky… and her heart immediately sank. She wasn’t sure what time it had been when she’d awoken, but it was now around noon. She had maybe five hours until nightfall. Now, Sal couldn’t remember exactly what that meant, but the idea of being outside when the sun set filled her with a terrible sense of dread. She needed to find shelter.

She decided to follow the shoreline to her right: she didn’t really feel like wading through swamp at that moment. She hoped she could find someplace better to settle further along- or, even better, some people to ask for shelter. She climbed up the sandbank that was blocking her view inland, standing at the top to scan for any settlements.

Ahead of her lay a barren desert.

…

“Oh FUCK off.”

***

Deep in the realm of dreams where all dead things are, a god stirred.

It had been millennia since they’d heard laughter.

[ashesrebirthed-a]

Dropping back down to the bed when the pill bottle is thrust into her hand, Cordelia doesn’t bother to deign most of Buffy’s rambles with a response. She can't. Even the parts that don’t fly straight out of her overwhelmed mind, the ones that do stick and make her want to snap back - she can’t work up that kind of energy twice. Not in this state.

Maybe you bring out the worst in me. That stings, but Cordelia fights not to let it show. All she does is level Buffy with a flat look, and almost takes two pills out of spite alone. In the end, she only swallows one.

“They always hurt,” she says once it's washed down. “Sometimes, I think they’re getting worse. Doyle, the guy who they were actually intended for - they still gave him wicked headaches for a minute when they happened, but he was half-demon and snapped back pretty fast. It wasn’t like this.”

The weight of what comes next hunches her over, palms heavy against the mattress barely holding her upright. “Then he died. Had to go be all stupid and heroic and sacrifice himself for the greater good, and - well, now I’m here.” Cordelia sinks lower into the bed, leaning back and swinging her legs up and around until only pillows stacked against the headboard keep her torso halfway upright. “I feel them, too. Their fear, their pain, whatever happens to them in my visions…" She looks back up at Buffy then, eyes wide and wet - maybe the most vulnerable she's ever been in her once-rival's presence. "All of it.”

Sighing, Cordelia shifts uncomfortably. Buffy had apologized this time, sure, but they can’t keep going on like this. And even if this one isn't on Cordelia, she has some shit to own up to in the bigger picture here, too. “Look, Owen was mostly just me being a mega bitch to you, so I get it. And I never ‘got’ him anyway, he always wanted you.” Much to past Cordelia’s chagrin, at that. “But Angel and Dawn - they’re so much more than that. I didn’t ‘get’ them. I only even ran into Angel by accident! They’re not toys I'm trying to steal out of your toy box, and I’m not gonna leave them behind just because you’re jealous.” Buffy's right, anyway; even if Cordelia's reasons had been petty, it's still not exactly an excuse. But... maybe Buffy still has the right to know that they're not, too.

“Especially Dawn. Angel and Wes are pretty much the only family I have left - that counts, anyway - but they’re big boys, they can handle themselves while I’m gone. Dawnie is fourteen and, if what I saw actually comes true, might go through some terrible things all alone. If I back off on top of all of that, it’s going to break her heart.” Cordelia knows she would've killed for something like this at Dawn's age: someone who really cared, not just because they had to. Something more than absentee parents and a pack of wolves in sheep's clothing, waiting for the first whiff of weakness to draw blood. “You don't have to like me, but I’ve already hurt enough people who didn’t deserve it to last a lifetime. I won’t do it to her too.”

buffy  knows  that  she’s  ignoring  it,  consciously  so.  maybe  that  makes  her  a  bad  person,  but  it  wouldn’t  be  the  first  time,  would  it  ?  of  course  she  notices  the  fingers  that  press  to  cordelia’s  temples,  the  PAIN  etched  in  her  tone,  the  look  of  exasperation  and  the  𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉  𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆  to  her  words.  for  a  second,  just  a  second  …  she  needs  to  bite  back,  to  prove  something.  ❛  it’s  more  important  than  just  me  screwing  him,  you  know  that.  i  killed  him,  did  you  forget  ?  for  the  greater  fucking  good  or  whatever  you  all  wanted  from  me.  it’s  not  like  i’m  …  like  i’m  not  making  sacrifices,  too.  ❜  but  the  green  of  her  envy  fades  easily,  and  the  rage  is  snuffed  out,  too.  replaced  with  shame,  when  she  realizes  that  yet  again,  cordelia  was  right.  this  wasn’t  1997,  and  highschool  grievances  were  just  that.  petty,  ridiculous,  childish  things  and  present  -  day  buffy  should  have  known  better. 

buffy  swallows  down  the  guilt,  pushes  past  cordelia  and  all  the  truth  that  she  throws  her  way.  she  rummages  around  her  top  drawer,  pulls  out  the  plastic  bottle  that  she  had  been  searching  for.  she  turns  with  an  abrupt  spin,  ❛  i  didn’t  ask  for  this,  for  your  help.  and  i’m  not  saying  i’m  not  grateful,  but  it’s  just  a  lot  to  get  used  to.  clearly  i’m  not  taking  it  so  well.  ❜  buffy  can’t  help  it,  can’t  help  but  argue  even  when  she  knows  maybe  the  better  response  would  be  to  just  apologize  and  move  on.  but  this  was  more  like  cordelia  and  buffy,  she  had  to  admit.  they  always  had  their 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆  𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘  𝒖𝒑𝒔,  and  then  things  would  be  better  after.  or  maybe  that  was  just  what  buffy  was  telling  herself,  to  make  it  better.  ❛  here              ❜  she  thrusts  the  bottle  of  pills  towards  cordelia. doesn’t  ask  if  she’s  okay,  because  if  she  does  …  she’s  scared  she  might  start  caring,  caring  too  much.

❛  look  i’m  …  i  shouldn’t  have  come  in  here,  guns  all  ablaze.  ❜  well  that  was  a  start.  ❛  i  get  weird  about  him,  sometimes.  ❜  it’s  not  an  excuse,  she  thinks  …  but  maybe  it’s  enough  for  now.  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔  𝒊𝒕  𝒂𝒕  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.  ❛  i  know  these  visions  are  important,  but  i  didn’t  know  …  i  guess  i  never  thought  that  the  powers  that  be  or  whatever  would  make  it  so  hard  for  you.  i  mean,  really  …  aren’t  they  supposed  to  be  the  good  guys  ?  ❜  buffy  moves  to  go  to  her  bedside  table,  takes  the  water  bottle  there  and  hands  it  to  cordelia.  ❛  room  temp,  better  than  nothing  though,  right  ?  ❜

and  every time  she  accomplishes  what  could  be  considered  a  kind  act,  she  has  to  ruin  it.  ❛  i  think  maybe  i’m  just  jealous,  okay  ?  i’m  jealous  because  you  got  owen,  and  then  you  got  angel,  and  now  somehow  you  even  get  dawn,  too.  it’s  stupid,  and  i  shouldn’t  be  so  …  petty  about  it  all,  i  know  that  and  i’m  sorry.  ❜  she’s  almost  breathless,  rambling  on  to  hopefully  get  a  POINT  across.  ❛  maybe  i’m  not  as  mature  as  i  should  be,  or  maybe  you  bring  out  the  worst  in  me  sometimes.  ❜  buffy  lets  out  a  breathy  laugh,  ‘cause  that  sure  was  helping.  ❛  it’s  a  lot,  my  whole  space  is  cordelia-fied.  it’s  like  i’m  living  and  breathing  cordelia,  and  i  was  just  with  dawn  ...  she  wouldn’t  stop  going  on  and  on  about  you  so  it  was  like  geez,  what  am  i  ?  chopped  liver  !  ❜  …  a beat. then, finally. ❛ i  am  sorry,  though.  it’s  …  it’s  not  an  excuse.  ❜  she  shrugs,  looks  down  and  picks  at  the  skin  of  her  nails.  ❛  does  this  always  happen  ?  are  they  always  gonna  hurt  this  much  for  you  ?  i  don’t  know  how  strong  those  pills  are,  maybe  take  one  for  now.  just  to  be  safe.  ❜

[majesty-madness]

“Not Alone” - Kakashi Hatake x reader (sfw)

Summary: It all seems hopeless, but Kakashi declares for the others to run away and get as far from the battle as possible while he fights to give them more time to escape. However, Y/N simply won't allow him to do it alone. 

Word Count: 1700+

Warnings: heavy angst, confessions, crying, guilt, arguing, cursing, some good feels

a/n: I was re-watching Naruto and I remembered how much I love Kakashi so here we are with some fluff/angst. Funny enough I was writing this at the same time as “Never Again” and it actually motivated me to finish Part 2 on a strong note.

Sequel: “Still Here”

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This was bad.

At first, it seemed as though they were winning this battle, but one move from the enemy showed just how powerful he truly was.

Now, the only thing they were left with was to try and counter the attacks. Even that was a stretch, and many of them were wounded.

They'd used up so much chakra too. Was there a way out of this?

That's what kept running through Kakashi's head as he’d glance back at Sakura desperately healing Sai's wound while Yamato stopped Naruto from charging back in recklessly.

Y/N sat next to Sakura, letting her siphon her chakra to better heal Sai as he laid passed out.

Every once and a while, Y/N would glance up to Kakashi staring out at the fire wall caused by the enemy in the last attack. She could tell that he was deep in thought, most likely weighing their options of success and by the look on his face none of them were good.

Kakashi couldn't help but think of Obito and Rin. Everytime, when a mission had felt hopeless, he would think of the last time he saw them.

Such different circumstances, yet ending all the same; them slipping from his hands and powerless to do anything about it.

He had a sinking feeling that maybe this was the end meaning he was going to join them very soon.

Kakashi looked over his shoulder again to see his friends injured and exhausted. Something had to be done.

"You guys should get out of here." He'd suddenly said, drawing everyone's attention.

Everyone's eyes were now on him. Naruto was the one to speak first, "What are you talking about, Kakashi sensei?"

"We don't have much time, if you guys can make it out of here maybe you'll be able to get back to the village in time to send reinforcements."

"But the village is days away, and based on the circumstances it might not even be possible to stop that man from destroying this edge of the continent." Yamato explained his voice becoming pinched as the realization dawned on him.

However, Kakashi didn't seem bothered by it.

"Not if you take the thief's pass through the mountains; it's guaranteed to get you to the village in half the time."

Naruto stepped forward, his face looking a bit annoyed. "It seems like you're saying that we can't beat this guy! But if we-"

He was cut off when Y/N spoke. "Why are you talking like you're not coming with us?"

Kakashi looked over to see Y/N staring up at him with an expression of fear mixed with anger.

All he provided was a silent stare of 'you know why.'

There was a moment of silence between them when Y/N very quickly said, "No."

"Y/N you know as well as I do that the best option is the stall for time, and I'm the only one with any substantial chakra left."

Y/N swiftly stood up from the ground and stomped over to Kakashi. "I won't let you do this."

Kakashi shook his head in defiance. "Y/N, this is the only way. We need someone to stall for time, and I am the only one here who can do that now."

"You are out of your mind if you think we're gonna leave you here!"

"This isn't up for debate, Y/N." He turned away, starting to walk away but Y/N followed him.

She yanked his arm to force him back to facing her. "You don't get to decide this on your own. We’re a team."

"That's right, we fight together. No one abandons their friends, remember?" Sakura pleaded, her hands planted on Sai's chest but her gaze centered on her sensei.

"If you’re so bent on going, we'll go with you. To back you up." Y/N suggested, only to have Kakashi grab both of her shoulders.

"No! No matter what, you cannot come with me!" This time it was Kakashi who looked afraid.

Y/N raised her hands to grip at Kakashi's sleeve, her eyes beginning to water. "Why? Why can you go, but I can't?"

"Because that shinobi is astoundingly powerful, and if anyone goes against him they will die. And it's better if that person is me."

Y/N paused for a second, letting his words sink in and before she knew it, tears rolled down her cheeks. All the while, her throat felt like it was closing in on itself.

She gripped at him tighter, even tugging on him a little as she stared him down. "Then I'm not gonna let you die alone."

Then she began to cry; Kakashi watched absent-mindedly for a second before pulling her into him. He wrapped one arm tightly around her waist, and cradled the back of her head with his hand.

"Damn it..." Kakashi gritted out, "Why do you have to say things like that?"

Y/N pushed herself closer in his embrace. "Because you won't listen to me any other way."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to hurt you, I'm just trying to make sure that you survive this." Kakashi apologized, his voice wavering the slightest bit.

"But can't you see? I've never let you go into battle by yourself, and I'm not about to start now." Y/N pulled her head out from the crook of his neck to look up at him, "If you're going to fight, I'm going to fight too."

Kakashi let out a sigh as he wiped away the stray tears falling down her face. At the same time, he shook his head. It wasn't in annoyance, but stemmed from his affection for Y/N.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

"So you don’t get ahead of yourself." Y/N sniffled, the smallest of smiles making it to her lips.

She rested her hand on top of his as he wiped her eyes free of tears. "I need you to understand that I will never abandon you; no matter what."

Her words rung through his head, reminding him of Obito. While the circumstances were much different, it was layered with a similar atmosphere.

Y/N continued, "And if you're still set on going, then I'm going to be right there with you; fighting by your side. To make sure you survive."

Kakashi shook his head, a smile of his own hinted through his mask. “Together then.”

After Y/N decisively nodded, she leaned her forehead against his and he leaned in a little closer as well. They closed their eyes, simply basking in the warm presence of one another.

The moment only lasted a few seconds though before Kakashi turned to face the others. “Yamato, you lead the others through the thief’s pass; Y/N and I will hold this guy off until you get back with backup.”

Yamato took a worried step forward, “Are you sure?”

“We’re sure.” Y/N answered as she wiped away the last of her tears; her expression was now one of pure determination.

He was somewhat surprised by the response, but eventually Yamato settled on it. “Alright, we’ll head back to the village and send reinforcements as soon as possible.”

Naruto then pointed at Kakashi, “You better not go dying out there!”

Kakashi couldn’t help but smirk. “We’ll try.”

Sakura, who had already helped Sai to his feet, stood before them. “Kakashi sensei, Y/N sensei, I believe in you. And I promise we won’t let you down.”

“Thank you, Sakura.” Y/N smiled, patting Sakura on the shoulder.

The pink haired shinobi nodded then began to walk over to Yamato. They all stood facing Kakashi and Y/N.

They all nodded to each in acknowledgement when Yamato and Sakura disappeared before they’re very eyes.

Now only Naruto stood there alone. He turned his back to them then spoke. “You better not go beating this guy up too much, I still gotta give him some payback for earlier.”

Kakashi and Y/N let a light chuckle at the humor in his tone. There was a second of silence when Naruto spoke again.

“You guys won’t have to fight for too long on your own cause we’ll be back in a flash; don’t you worry.”

“I have faith in you, Naruto.” Kakashi said honestly, causing the blonde to look over his shoulder with a smirk of his own and then vanished as well.

Suddenly, the wind let out a gust of air across the land while Y/N and Kakashi stood there in silence; gazing upon the place they’re comrades had just been.

Their presence little more than a fleeting memory.

As much as they had faith, who knew if they were actually going to live long enough to see them again.

Y/N shook her head of the negative thoughts that attempted to take over her mind. If they believed in her then maybe there was a chance here.

Simultaneously, Kakashi and Y/N whipped around to once again face the wall of fire; the enemy visible even from where they stood at the top of the forest cliff.

The heat of the flames was almost unbearable, but the vigorous wind provided some solace.

Kakashi, without looking, took Y/N’s hand into his own and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “One thing before we do this...”

Y/N, also not looking at him, squeezed his hand back. “What is it?”

“I love you.”

If she were normal, maybe Y/N would’ve been surprised, possibly blushed furiously while stuttering out her response like a silly teenager but she didn’t. She had known for a long time how Kakashi felt about her, it was only at the chance of death that he finally admitted it.

That was okay though, she always understood his hesitation after all he’d lost in his life.

All she did was smile. “I love you too.”

Who knew what was going to happen, and who knew if they’d make it, right now the only thing they could do was try.

Try to stall for time, try to win, try to fight for a better tomorrow, because if this was their last day on earth then there’s nowhere else they’d rather be than by each other’s side as they’d always had been.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

August — Chapter Five

pairing: frankie morales x f!ofc (rebecca herrera)

warnings: 18+, minor hints of smut but not really, food poisoning symptoms and talk, just these two being domestic and in loveeeeeee, like no proofreading so expect errors for sure

word count: 5k

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The world felt more romantic than usual as Becca stirred awake. She felt like one of those women in a 1950’s romance film, delicate and dainty as she stretched her arms with a smile on her face. Though she didn’t wake up beside her lover, Frankie having snuck off before dawn, she could still feel him—the satisfied ache between her legs faint but a sweet reminder that last night was actually real.

That Frankie was actually real.

Becca practically leapt out of bed, hurrying out of her room and down the hall to the bathroom. For some reason, she now felt the need to be put together in front of him—to keep herself desirable, perhaps. With only one more day left on their vacation, she felt the pressure to make her mark on him for good. She didn’t want to become just some summertime fling for him, she wanted it to last long after they’d all gone back to their normal lives.

As she stood in front of the mirror, freshly showered apart from her newly re-curled hair—it could either be styled or it could be washed, there wasn’t time for both—she did her face in a light layer of makeup, adding a red lip that Frankie seemed to like. Persistent knocks rang out on the wooden door, Sam no doubt the deliverer, causing Becca’s hands to shake as she applied her mascara.

“Give me a second!” She called out, hating feeling the stress of feeling rushed while doing her makeup. Another set of urgent knocks sounded and she groaned. Quickly finishing up her mascara and taking one last look at herself, she swung the door open, shouting at what she assumed was her cousin. “I said give me a fucking seco—oh. Frankie. I thought it was Sam.”

“You’re fine,” he stepped inside, hands on her shoulders as he switched their positions so that she was now outside the bathroom. He had a cold sweat on his forehead, one hand coming to rest over his lower stomach. “But I think I have food poisoning. So, cariño, if you don’t mind…”

He shut the door in her face, Becca standing there with a mixed look of guilt for taking so long and concern for his state. As she was about to walk away and let him take care of his business, he opened the door again and spoke hurriedly. “Also, you look beautiful today.”

The door was closed before she could smile at him, amused and delighted that he would take the time to compliment her when he was so clearly sick. Becca wore a proud smirk as she walked back to her bedroom, feeling on top of the world until it suddenly hit her too—the churning in her stomach. “Oh, god.”

Becca rushed down the hall with her hand over her mouth, cursing whatever genius decided to put two bathrooms upstairs and only one on the first floor. She practically leapt up the staircase, rushing to the bathroom just in time to vomit into the toilet.

“Becca?” Her mother stepped into the open bathroom, having heard her rushing up the stairs. Becca sat on the floor, letting out everything she’d eaten in the last day, covered in a cold sweat. “You have it too, huh? The twins also seem to have come down with a little case of food poisoning.”

“Frankie too. It’s why I had to come all the way up here.” She sat back against the porcelain of the bathtub and panted, her body covered in an icy chill as she struggled to keep her sickness at bay.

“I think it was those fish tacos your uncle made.” She frowned and knelt down beside her, stroking the sweat from her forehead.

“Why isn’t everyone else sick?” She groaned, her stomach aching.

“Luck of the draw, I guess.” She stood up and walked over to the sink, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it before handing it down to her. “Both your uncle and Sam decided to go to Tijuana for the night, and I was supposed to come and invite you but it looks like you’re gonna have to stay home today. Oh, and me and your dad are going on a little sleepover of our own for the night, so that kind of makes you a babysitter for the twins.”

“And the bad news?” She mumbled, tone thick with sarcasm as she winced in discomfort. “Go, I think it’s gonna get ugly in here.”

“Okay, call us if you need us. Make sure the girls are okay, as well. I’m sure Frankie can tend to himself.” She kissed her forehead as Becca hurried her out so that she could handle her sickly business.

An hour or so later, dehydrated and exhausted, Becca made her appearance downstairs. Her uncle and cousin had already gone, as well as her parents. The first of the twins, Carla, was asleep on the couch, a trash can resting beside her just in case. Becca walked further into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, only able to down it in small sips due to her still uneasy stomach, her hands shaking as she lifted the glass to her lips.

“You survived,” his voice made her jump, her water spilling on the counter. Frankie weakly stepped closer to her, grabbing a dish towel and wiped it up for her. “You somehow still look great. A little jealous of that.”

“I do? I feel like shit, which is funny because that’s all I’ve been doing for the last hour—“ She interrupted herself, wincing at the overshare. “That’s not a very sexy thing to say, was it?”

“Everything you say is kinda sexy.” He flashed her a smile and wink as he reached up into the pantry cabinet to find something bland and bread-y. “Looks like we’ve gotta make a run to the market. We need soup, saltines, and some fuckin’ Gatorade if we want to survive.”

“We?” Becca scrunched her nose at him, giving him a guilty smile as she hoped to silently convince him to let her stay here in bed.

“You don’t wanna come along with me?” He frowned and filled the space between them, his knuckles lightly brushing across her face, eyes flickering between hers and her lips. Becca halted her breathing, thanking god that she found mouthwash in the upstairs bathroom. “I heard we have the house almost to ourselves tonight.”

“The twins are gonna be here, but…yeah, it looks like it.” She bit her lip as she watched him smirk at her. His palm flattened to hold her face as he leaned in for a sultry kiss, neither caring about their sick state as their lips moved slowly together, stirring their already mounting lust for one another.

“Oops—my bad.” Carla walked in, her blanket thrown over her shoulders as she froze in place, watching the scene in front of her. Becca blushed and smiled, eyes assuring Frankie that she didn’t mind being caught with him.

“You’re fine, C.” Becca chuckled and lightly pushed Frankie away, a smirk on his face as he watched her wipe her lips before speaking again. “You feeling okay? Frankie’s about to go to the market. Do you want him to pick up anything?”

“Uh, yeah. I need some tampons.”

“Oh,” Frankie turned to Becca with an awkward, surprised look before turning back to the teen. “Yeah. No problem. Uh, what…size?”

“Just the regular will do.” Carla chuckled lightly as she watched him nod and look at Becca.

“Alright, just send me a text if you think of anything else, baby.” Frankie tested out a pet name in front of her cousin, earning a blushed smile and nod. Carla waited until Frankie left the house to look back at her older cousin, grinning at her.

“Since when are you and my dad’s friend a thing? Is that even legal?” She joked, making Becca chuckle as she poured her a glass of water, forcing it into her hands in hopes that she’d hydrate a bit.

“Yes, it’s legal. I’m almost 25, Carla.”

“And he’s what? Like 40?” Becca nodded in confirmation, amused at her teenage cousins shock. “Do your parents know? Does my dad?”

“No, and let’s keep it like that for now. After we go home tomorrow and we’re not all stuck in one house, I’ll tell them.” Becca carried her water over to the sectional in the living room, sitting down and grabbing the remote. “What do you wanna watch?”

“Watch? I wanna hear about this little romance!” She came over, suddenly full of energy as she pestered her cousin for information. Becca grinned like a smitten school girl and shook her head, determined to keep their relationship private and sacred. “Come on! At least tell me how long it’s been going on.”

“We met the first day of the trip.” She gave in, watching as Carla gasped. “What?”

“Then it’s new. Like super new. And you’re all sick.” Becca chuckled and shrugged. “You don’t care that he’s going to hear you…puking? Or the other thing?”

“I mean, I wasn’t.” She took in a sharp breath, now hyper-aware of the fact that she’d be sharing a very vomit-filled night beside the man of her dreams. Then she realized it—she’d be sharing a night beside the man of her dreams.

“Have you two had sex?” Becca was pulled out of her fantasies of the night ahead of her, nearly choking on her spit.

“Woah! Okay, let’s put on a movie!”

By the time Frankie came back, it was already noon. Becca and the twins laid on the sofa in the living room, Pride and Prejudice on in the background. Frankie stepped into the room with a smile, feeling better now that he’d taken some medicine.

“Alright, ladies. I’ve come back with the goods.” He stepped in front of the TV, earning a groan from the three girls.

“Can you—“ Becca gestured with her hand for him to move out of the way. Frankie obliged and turned around to face the screen, gasping as he realized that they were watching one of his favorite films.

“How dare you. This is one of my favorite movies and you’re watching it without me? ” He turned to Becca with a playful smile, watching as she quirked an eyebrow at him in amusement, holding her hand out and grabbing at the air to ask him to come sit with her.

“Come watch with me, then.” Frankie softened his smile and flickered his eyes the the twins, neither of them caring much about anything but the way Mr. Darcy was looking at Elizabeth. He set the bags down on the coffee table and bent down, lifting Becca’s legs and sitting down close to her before resting them on top of his again.

“They’re so hot.” She commented, the twins nodding in agreement as their eyes remained glued to the screen. Frankie looked over at her, his eyes glued to her concentrated ones, loving how domestic she looked today. “You’re not watching your favorite movie.”

“I’m distracted,” he whispered to Becca, but Carla apparently heard the sentiment too.

“Ew, please…get a room. You’re going to make me sick again.” Frankie chuckled at her comment, keeping his eyes on his dream girl rather than anyone else in the room. Becca snickered at her disgust and pointed her finger in his face to mockingly scold him for his sweet nothings. Frankie grinned as he leaned over at lightly bit her digit, earning another laugh.

“Come on, show us what you bought.” She sat up, taking her legs off his lap and lifting one of the bags onto the seat in between them.

“Okay, so, I got Carla her tampons.” He tossed the box over to her before turning back to the bag. “And I know we’re all dying but I figured a little ice cream wouldn’t hurt, so…I got this giant fuckin’ tub.”

Frankie proudly held up the container of Neapolitan ice cream, Becca’s heart fluttering inside her chest at the sight of him being so domestic and sweet.

“And for lunch, I got us soup and crackers. And then for dinner, I got us more soup and crackers. Gonna be a real soup and crackers kind of day.” He placed the bag filled with soup cans on the floor, noticing Becca reaching into the other one out of the corner of his eye. “And that’s just a shit ton of gatorade.”

“Well done, very responsible.” Becca congratulated him, watching him stand to go out everything away. When he was out of earshot, she leaned in to the girls. “Don’t worry, we’re for sure having ice cream for dinner tonight.”

“Bex, can you come help me figure out the stove?” Frankie called out from the kitchen, Becca practically springing up in response. She walked into the room with an amused smile, chuckling at his lack of cooking skills before being cut off with his mouth pressing against hers. Frankie walked her back against the counter, his hands hoisting her up onto it so that he could stand between her thighs.

She hummed against him as he held her close, his lips quickly reminding her of what she’d been thinking about off and on all morning. Frankie pulled away, smiling and chuckling breathily as he took in her flush.

“I don’t actually need any help. Just wanted to do that.” He tucked her hair behind her ear and beamed at her, watching as she bit her lip and chuckled.

“You know what I realized earlier?” She tugged him back to her with her hands fisted in the hem of his t-shirt. Frankie tilted his head as though to ask her what she was thinking about. “We’re going to get to sleep in the same bed tonight. Actually sleep, too.”

“Yeah, I realized that too.” He grinned, eyes falling to her lips before flickering back up to her brown orbs. “Maybe I can redeem myself. Last longer than a minute this time.”

“I was counting on it.” She smirked up at him and silently dared him to make the first move, watching as he started to lean in to do just that before being interrupted by Ruby.

“Oh, ew.” She scrunched her face and covered her eyes as though she’d just walked in on something crude. Becca pushed Frankie back and scooted off the counter with a laugh, her cousin quickly grabbing a gatorade before retreating to her bedroom.

“Have you—well, I was just thinking about this, and I just started to wonder if—what, uh,” Frankie fumbled over his words, heating a couple cans of soup and avoiding Becca’s eyes. She chuckled and turned his face to hers with a finger on his chin, smiling at him as he turned pink in the cheeks. “I was just wondering when I’m going to see you next, you know? After we go back home tomorrow morning.”

“Well…when would you like to see me?” She asked, heart beating increasingly quick as she studied his nerves.

“Tomorrow night?” He smiled bashfully and shrugged, Becca’s worry turning to delight at his response. She nodded with a bitten lip grin, chuckling at her own fluster.

“Your place or mine?”

“We can stay at mine.” He decided as though it was a complete toss up, though it was the obvious choice given your roommates. “And then you can stay the next night too.”

“Oh, yeah?” She giggled and watched as he gave a nonchalant smirk and shrugged. “And what about the night after that?”

“I think we might be able to make that happen, let me check my very busy schedule that I totally have.” He spoke sarcastically before chuckling. “All the nights. Or, a good chunk of them, at least.”

“Let’s start with tomorrow night.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “On another note, I need to go vomit. Been fighting it for an hour now, but it’s time to admit I’ve lost the battle.”

Frankie laughed at her formalness, turning to watch her as she exited backwards awkwardly. “Have fun in there, cariño! I’m not far behind ya.”

Becca spent the majority of the second half of the day curled up asleep on the couch, her uneasy stomach returning but thankfully not as intensely as in the morning. Frankie sat beside her on the sectional, fully cured from his bout of sickness and studying his flight schedule for the coming month now that he actually had someone to see on his off-days. The twins remained watching TV, though Frankie was long past being able to tell what was playing. Some show with a lot of sex and Victorian gowns—normal teenager stuff, he supposed.

“So you and my cousin are together?” Ruby asked out of nowhere, pulling Frankie’s eyes from his tablet. He smiled shyly at her question and nodded, Carla now becoming interested in the conversation as well. “Since when?”

“Since the trip started, I guess.” He shrugged and looked down at Becca, her head using his thigh as a pillow, her blanket pulled up and covering half her face. He reached over and rested his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it through the blanket and smiling softly.

“Do you guys love each other?” Carla asked, watching as Frankie chuckled and looked back at the twins.

“I’ve only known her for a week.” He chuckled at their persistent looks, sighing and shrugging. “I like her a lot. Does that work for you, detectives?”

“What’s her favorite color, then?” Ruby asked with sass, earning another laugh from him.

“Her favorite color?” He asked cluelessly, amused that at their age, that was the definition of knowing someone well. Though, he began to realize he actually didn’t know that about her—what did that mean? Was he not asking enough questions? Did he know anything about her?

“Yellow.” She looked smug as she watched Frankie start to sweat a bit. “What do you know about her?”

“Uh,” he scratched the back of his neck and raked his mind for Becca trivia, coming up short due to the pressure.

“Are you guys harassing him?” Becca stirred awake, stretching her arms and lifting her face from his lap. She smiled sleepily at him when she sat up, lines on her face indicating she slept well. Frankie reached to smooth back her wild mane, his anxiety rushing away as soon as she looked into his eyes. “Also, my favorite color is red. They’re just giving you the famous Herrera gaslight treatment.”

“Red, huh?” He asked, his eyes dropping to her lips, the faintest hint of this morning’s red lipstick staining their plumpness. Becca blushed under his stare and stood up, wrapping her blanket around her shoulders, gesturing her head towards the hallway.

“Come take a nap with me.” She demanded delicately, holding her hand out for him. The twins made their disgust at the affections known as he took her hand and stood up, walking with her out of the room. Before they could disappear, she remembered she was in charge of the girls. “Oh, yeah. Don’t leave the house, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and if you need me, just knock. Okay?”

“Are you guys going to have sex?” Frankie turned pink and shook his head in embarrassment, leaving her alone and walking to his bedroom to wait for her. Becca chuckled in disbelief at the question, shaking her head.

“No! I’ve been throwing up all day, do you think the first thing I want to do when I wake up from a vomit coma is have sex?” She asked, hearing Frankie’s laughter from her bedroom. The girls began to laugh too, shrugging their shoulders in cluelessness. “We’re just napping!”

When Becca stepped into her bedroom, she chuckled again, shaking her head in disbelief as she crawled up next to Frankie on the bed, nestling her head against his chest. “Those two….anyways, let’s have sex.”

“What?” He nearly shouted, laughing and wheezing at her casual demand. “You just made some very good points as to why we shouldn’t, cariño.”

“What, I’m not sexy because I’ve been throwing up all day or something?” She sat up and put her hand on her hip, pretending to be appalled at his rejection all the while wearing a smirk. Frankie reached for her, pulling her down to his lips, his head shaking as it leaned in to kiss her lightly.

“No, but you are sick and haven’t eaten anything all day. How are you supposed to have sex if you’re running on nothing?” He watched as she rolled her eyes and tossed her leg over his body, now straddling him as he laid flat on the bed. With a raised eyebrow, she shrugged, her hips making circles against his.

“It’s not hard. Just gotta lay back and let you do all the work.” She smirked at him as he slid his hands up her thighs, gripping her hips and pulling her down so that she was completely flush against his bulge. Becca bit her lip and smiled at the feeling, her eyes closing as he guided her against him. “See? You want me too.”

“I always want you, cariño.” He clarified, trying his best to remain rational even though the swelling of his cock was making it difficult. “We should wait until the girls are in bed, though.”

“Boo!” She opened her eyes and frowned, Frankie chuckling at the sight, reaching his hand up to cradle her perfect face.

“I promise, the second the girls are asleep in their rooms, you and I will go at it until we’re dead.” She rolled her eyes and begrudgingly agreed, climbing off of him and cuddling into his side. After a couple moments of comfortable silence, Frankie parted his lips to speak, his fingers lightly trailing up and down her bicep. “They got in my head a little. Started to think I didn’t know you at all.”

“Well, we don’t really know each other like that.” She spoke in a gentle voice, as though she was nearing another satisfying slumber.

“What do you mean?”

“Like,” she rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up in her elbows so that she could look at him. “Like we don’t know each other’s favorite colors, or lucky numbers, or favorite food. But I know everything about the day your mom died, or that you consider your friends family members and treat them like it. I don’t know what your favorite band is, but I know that you’re not afraid to cry at movies. I don’t know trivial shit about you, but I know the shit that counts.”

“Yeah,” he smiled at her, his heart overwhelmed with affection as she spoke so poetically. “But I want to know everything about you. Even the trivial shit.”

Becca studied the sincerity in his eyes and felt another blush coming to her cheeks. She’d never been with a man so interested in knowing the intricacies about her. It was new and exciting to be able to have someone who wants to study her and walk around carrying pieces of her everywhere they go. She wanted to be that for him, as well.

“My favorite color is red, lucky number is 22, favorite band is The Beatles.” She finally spoke, eyes darting between his as she smiled bashfully. “Your turn.”

“Purple. Don’t have one. And does Prince count?” She chuckled and nodded, unable to resist leaning in for another kiss. “I have this layover next weekend, in New York, gonna be there for three days. I was thinking…maybe if you wanted to come along, it could be fun. Or at least more fun than it would be if you weren’t there.”

“I’ve never been to New York.” She tried to hide her excitement over him wanting to claim her so publicly by distracting him with more trivia.

“It’s nice this time of year. Early September in New York is like the perfect time to visit for the first time. I can get you a free ticket. And it’ll give me extra motivation to not crash the plane and all.” He sat up, eager to start planning their future.

It had been years since he felt like this for anyone, the idea of romance having changed so much over the span of his life.

For a while, it felt too out of reach to have someone he could devote his life to—the cost of following this career path—joining the military, and then special forces, and now being a pilot—leaving him with hardly any free time to find someone worthy of such devotion. But here he was, laying in bed with this beautiful, thoughtful, romantic woman who seemed to be on the same page was him about everything. Was it too good to be true? He hoped not.

“What’s your dream place to go visit? If you had your pick of anywhere in the world?” He asked, voice full of interest as she sat up and mimicked his positioning. Becca looked up at the ceiling and hummed, twisting her mouth in thought.

“Croatia. I always thought it looked so pretty there.” She shrugged and turned back to him, his smile bright as he nodded in agreement, internally making a note on where to take her for their first vacation. “What about you? You’ve probably been to all your dream destinations.”

“I don’t have any time to go to my dream destinations anymore. Even if I’m flying somewhere cool, there’s no time to enjoy it. But,” he took in a breath and hushed his complaining. “I think Japan would be pretty cool. Haven’t been there yet. Or South Africa.”

“We could go on safari and see the elephants and shit.” She raised her eyebrows at him, watching as he chuckled in shock.

“Did you know I liked elephants?”

“You’ve got them tattooed on you.” She pointed at the tattoos on his leg.

“For a second I thought you were either a stalker or my soulmate.” He chuckled, watching as she shrugged.

“I could be both, who knows?” She laid back down and tugged on his shirt until he was doing the same, her face nestled in the crook of his neck. “Let’s take a nap and hope that when we wake up, the twins are asleep.”

“Okay, baby. Whatever you say.” He smiled and kissed her temple before turning off his lamp, the two of them drifting off into another round of sleep. It felt good to be able to drift off in each other’s embrace—like it was how it always was supposed to be.

When Becca stirred awake, she was all alone in her bed, a frown appearing on her olive toned face without much thought. Her stomach was still in shambles, the harsh reality that she’d most likely not be able to defile Frankie in all the ways she wanted to bringing another frown to her face. She tossed off the mountains of blankets and scratched her head, stumbling out of the room and down the hall, only met with the sound of dishes clanking in the sink.

“Baby?” She called as she walked past the living room, her hand on her stomach.

“Yeah, cariño?” He called back over the running water. Becca stepped into the kitchen to see him scrubbing away at the dishes that piled up over the day. Cracking a weak smile, she walked up behind him and hugged his back, Frankie beaming even though she couldn’t see it.

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to rock your world tonight.” She croaked out from behind him, making him chuckle and drop his sponge, wiping his hands on a towel before turning around, her arms still holding him in a soft hug. He held her face in his hands, poking out his bottom lip at her, still half smiling.

“I tried to tell ya,” he chuckled and leaned forward, pecking her forehead.

“But I really want to.” She groaned and cursed whatever bacteria that got into her food and cockblocked her. “It’s not fair.”

“Baby, there’s going to be plenty of chances for us to sin together. Just not tonight, okay? You haven’t kept anything down all day. You should focus your energy on eating, not sex.” He advised, though he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about getting her undressed all day long—even when he himself was doubled over in sickly pain.

“Can I drive back to LA with you?” She asked after a beat, surprising Frankie, but not in a bad way—he was just shocked he hadn’t thought of it first.

“What do you think I’m gonna say? No, Rebecca. I would hate your company on my four hour long trip back to our shared city.” His sarcastic tone earned his behind a playful swat, making him chuckle. “Of course you can ride back with me. How are you gonna convince your parents?”

“I’m not. I’m just gonna get in your car, and if they ask, I’m just going to tell them we’re dating.” She shrugged, sounding nonchalant about the whole scenario.

“Oh, yeah?” He smirked and squeezed her close. “Don’t you think they’re gonna have some questions?”

“They can have all the questions in the world. Whether or not I give them an answer, that’s up to me.” She flipped her hair in mock sass, earning another laugh. “I really don’t care anymore. You’re not something I want to hide away.”

“Good.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. “You’re not something I want to hide away either.”

“Okay, I’m gonna go puke my intestines out. Have fun with the dishes.” She quickly shuffled off, making Frankie smile like a little boy in love as he watched her. Turning back to the sink, he shook his head, sighing.

“She’s the one.”

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Happy Halloween (Terrance Swaino x f!Reader)

"Your history with Terrance Swaino is mostly the history of constant flirting and occasional sex from time to time. You’ve never really considered him boyfriend material, but something kept drawing you together every time you visited your hometown. The thing is, you’ve always been good friends with his sisters, so he always knew when you were around."

Warnings: semi-public sex, cursing, oral sex f receiving, awkward situation, fluffy ending

Words: 1361; gif by me (an old one so no watermark); AO3 link if you prefer reading there

A/N: I didn’t plan to write anything about Swaino any time soon, but my hand slipped. Also ughhh why do i feel like my writing is so... clumsy? -_- Anyway, it’s past 2 a.m. and I apologize for possible typos.

You could definitely tell Swaino liked your Halloween outfit. It’s a rather simple one this year - you didn’t really have time to invent much, so you just dressed up as a witch. A hat, dark dress that flatters your curves and those stockings with spider webs and cute lacy garters with little black ribbons.

This detail in particular caught Swaino’s attention the most - the way he stared at your thighs when you played charades with his nephews, well… You could swear he was about to drool, and actually you really enjoyed yourself.

Your history with Terrance Swaino is mostly the history of constant flirting and occasional sex from time to time. You’ve never really considered him boyfriend material, but something kept drawing you together every time you visited your hometown. The thing is, you’ve always been always good friends with his sisters, so he always knew when you were around.

Swaino’s family is big and loud. The party is held in his elder sister’s house, and as always it’s a lot of fun. You’re happy to be here, but still hanging out with so many people and children is a little overwhelming, especially considering the fact you didn’t have much time to have rest after a long drive from the place you currently live. Standing in front of the mirror in the guest bathroom you drench your flushed face a little, trying not to ruin the makeup completely, and close your eyes, enjoying this moment of privacy. A sudden creak of the door almost causes you to jump.

“Happy Halloween, princess!”

“Shit”, you let out a shaky breath as you turn to see Swaino standing in the doorframe. “You scared the hell out of me, you know that?”

“Oh, really?” Terrance cocks his brow. Tonight he’s wearing a Dracula costume. Well, basically he just put a black and red cape over a white shirt and black jeans and combed his hair back. Something about this outfit makes him look like a cartoon villain, especially when he looks at you like that. “And I got a feeling you’ve been waiting for someone… Since the door wasn’t locked.”

“What?” you snort a laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, I just forgot to lock it up, that’s all. That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Well, shame,” he smirks, as he approaches you, his large hand finding your waist and slowly moving down the curve of your butt. His fingers brush against your cheekbone as he slides his other hand to cup the back of your head, pulling you into a suddenly urgent and needy kiss. And you really hate to admit it, but you know you actually missed him. Otherwise you’d never let him kiss you like that or knead you like that. But oh - his lips are so soft, and the way he licks into your mouth makes your head spin as if you’re drunk. You almost allow yourself to get lost in all these sensations when it suddenly dawns on you.

“Swaino, are you fucking crazy?!” you hiss against his mouth, trying to push him back. “We are NOT doing it here. No way!”

“Huh?” he frowns in confusion, meeting your gaze. “Why the hell not?”

“Because there’s plenty of people over here, you dumbass! Someone can see or hear us… And there’s children…”

“Okay, now you’re being ridiculous, darlin’” Swaino raises his eyebrows. “No one’s gonna see us, come on. I locked the door now. And those kids are so fucking loud, I don’t think they’d hear anything even when I make you scream…”

“Ugh. Don’t flatter yourself, T,” you giggle as he kisses down the side of your neck, his beard tickling your skin. “There’s no way I’m gonna scream here in this bathroom, with your entire family right beneath us.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles wickedly. “You wanna bet?”

You almost yelp as he swiftly seizes your hips, urging you to sit on the bathroom counter, and drops on his knees between your legs.

“Been thinking of those pretty thighs the whole goddamn day,” he murmurs as he nips on the tender flesh right above the hem of your stocking.

“Oh gosh,” you mewl quietly as he dips his head down to your center, and you feel the warmth of his breath through the thin fabric of your panties. “Oh fuck!..”

Thankfully Swaino’s smart enough to realize you don’t have that much time for teasing, and your panties are quickly pulled down your legs so that he can plunge his tongue between your folds without any barriers. Breathing raggedly and biting your lips, you throw your head back, fingers tangling into his hair, as he devours you like you’re his last meal. He’s a bit messy, but damn, his eagerness is incredibly hot. And when he adds fingers to the mix it’s getting even harder to stay quiet. No, you don’t scream, not really, but the string of gasps and whimpers that escapes you as you come brings a shit-eating grin on his face.

“There ya go, baby girl. Love to hear that.”

Grabbing the strings of his silly cape, you pull him into another heated kiss and he groans into your mouth when your hand finds his crotch

“Sure hope you got some protection on you,” you whisper as you keep massaging him through the coarse fabric of his jeans.

“You know me damn well, sweetheart,” he grins, reaching his back pocket to get the condom.

“You’re such a slutty bastard,” you laugh breathlessly.

“You love it though, huh?”

You don’t answer that. Who the hell needs words right now? When he pushes all the way inside you, it feels so good. The stretch, the pace, the way he grunts into the crook of your neck with each thrust… You already feel this familiar pressure building within your core, your fingers find your clit as you chase your release, Swaino’s cock is throbbing deep inside you, and you’re so, so close!... When someone knocks on the door.

“Uncle Terry?”

Swaino shudders, startled, almost losing his balance, bottles of shampoo, liquid soap and something else fall on the floor with a loud thud.

“Shit, fuck!” he curses.

“Uncle Terry, are you there?..” you hear his niece’s high-pitched voice. “You promised to help us carve that huge pumpkin!”

“Yeah, uh… Just give me a sec here, sweetheart! I-I’ll be right back, okay? Just-just go back downstairs, okay? I’ll be right back!” he shouts in reply, clearly trying not to sound annoyed - you know very well that he doesn’t want to upset the kid.

“Okay!” you hear the girl reply, and for the next few seconds you both don’t move, practically don’t breathe.

“You think she’s gone?” you whisper very quietly.

“I guess,” he shrugs. “You uh… You okay?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Uh huh. I… I think I came though, so uh-” he stutters, face slowly turning red. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like that, but all of a sudden you feel a wave of inexplicable tenderness towards this man.

“It’s fine, T,” you smile. “Really. You already made me scream after all.”

“Okay,” he lets out a small laugh and helps you get back on your feet with an unexpected gentleness.

“Shit, I think I ruined your Dracula hair,” you snort, as you take a good look at him. “Here, let me fix it…” you bring your fingers to comb through his dark mane.

“T’s okay, I look even sexier like that, right?” he chuckles. “Hey um… You’re in town for… How long?..”

“Planned to stay for a couple of weeks. Why?”

“Just wanted to take you out for dinner or something.”

“Dinner, really?” you raise your eyebrow. “I mean… You really mean dinner, or it’s just a more elegant way to say you wanna fuck?”

“Look, I actually don’t mind both… But yeah, I really meant dinner,” he smiles suddenly softly. “What you think?”

Shit. It’s still Terrance Swaino. He’s still not boyfriend material. Absolutely not. And yet… One dinner won’t hurt, right?..

“Okay, T. I’ll think of it,” you smile as you grab his hand and give it a gentle squeeze. “Let’s go get back now. The pumpkin ain’t gonna carve itself.”

Thanks for reading!

[aetheternity]

Answer your damn phone. (NSFW)

Synopsis: Hange keeps calling while Levi's fucking his S/O so his S/O picks up and tells Hange to call back later cause Levi is, "Currently getting his cock drained." Levi responds by fucking his S/O into the mattress. "You know how much Hange's gonna annoy me later?" He grunts completely sheathing his cock. "Scream my name louder." He huffs "I don't think the neighbors can hear." He leans in closer to her ear. "You better make them think I'm killing you after the shit you just pulled."

Levi's teeth were gritted as he leaned his head forward, eyes shut tight. The prettiest tinge of pink bloomed against his cheeks. His fingers creating a permanent mark in your skin.

"Levi, Levi.." You shuddered over his cock.

His knees were bent against your sides as you roughly slammed yourself down on his cock. His hips coming up to greet you. The heat in your stomach heavy as Levi continued to hit your sweet spot on every thrust.

His hair bounced against his forehead, face covered in sweat. Beautiful grey eyes fluttering open a little when you let out a breathless gasp fingers digging into his chest as you leaned close. Your thighs squeezing together as you called out your impending orgasm.

You pleaded his name like a chorus off your lips. Fingers kneeding at your clit begging to push you over the edge. You grunted out some curse words and just as you were getting ready to burst Levi's phone illuminating the darkened room pausing your movements.

You both groaned out in unison. The rough press against your waist moving up to grip at your back. You weren't exactly counting the amount of times Levi's phone had gone off but it was definitely more than two and beyond annoying.

"Why don't you just turn it off!" You grumbled

"She'll come here if it just goes straight to voicemail. The stupid thing's on mute and she'll eventually tap herself out and stop calling." Levi replied, already moving his hips again.

"G-god.. j-just tell her to stop c-calling.." You tried over the heat reclaiming its place in your core.

"She'll come here. It'll b-eee a whole long c-onversation.."

Levi's eyes fell shut again and his lips parted over the word "shit". Breathing labored as you squeezed his thick cock inside your walls. And it was almost like nothing had stopped. Your fingers pushed their way over his forehead, brushing aside the strands of hair covering his temple.

"Almost there.." He gasped, his hands ran up your back to pull you close by your shoulders.

His hips were unrelenting and the bed creaked as your moans grew louder once again. He breathed every noise in his mouth onto your lips. Biting and sucking the already swollen flesh.

"Finish.. c-come on."

This time when Levi's phone went off he didn't even bother to pause. Still ramming his dick into your tight hole. But at this point you'd pretty much had enough. You wrenched the phone off the nightstand and only then did Levi pause in his movements.

"Yeah, Hange?" Levi stared up at you. Eyes wide, still darkened with lust. Hange's voice was elated though confused as she quickly came to the consensus that Levi wasn't the one who picked up.

"Where's Levi?" She questioned

You looked down at Levi with mild irritation. "Well, he can't come to the phone right now because he's busy getting his cock drained." Before Hange could even begin to reply you quickly hung up, turning Levi's phone off, placing it face down on the nightstand.

"Problem solved." You huffed

Levi didn't move, surprisingly enough Levi didn't say anything either. His lips slightly parted and his eyes narrowed. You felt yourself gulp as you let out a little confused murmur of his name.

He didn't say a word, quickly yanking you off his cock. A gasp falling off your lips as he slipped out. He placed your feet on the floor and at this point your actions slightly dawned on you.

"Levi.." You tried again an apologetic glint in your eyes.

He repositioned himself grabbing your hips from behind. In seconds a harsh hand was glued to your nape forcing you down onto the mattress. And in the same amount of time his dick was pressing all the way back into your taut pussy.

You let out a loud moan that honestly would've been embarrassingly loud if not for the accidentally edging over the course of about an hour.

When Levi's hips snapped into yours it made your knees buckle. Fingernails practically tearing the cotton sheets below you. It wasn't like Levi was never rough but it felt so different this time.

"You know how much Hange's gonna annoy me later?" He grunted as he spread your thighs further so he could be right in between them.

"I-I.." You let out a choked moan, head swimming with drunken pleasure.

His fingers so tight around the back of your neck probably drawing blood but you couldn't even begin to care. His dick so deep you felt like it was actually in your stomach. With his free hand he pressed down on your stomach making everything feel so much more compressed.

"Scream my name louder Y/N." He said "I don't think anyone can hear just how good you're getting it."

A tremble rode down your spine as you cried out his name over the heavily shaking furniture beneath you. That all too familiar heat pooled in your stomach and you felt your eyes shutting. You pleaded and begged, pussy tightening like a vise dangerously tight around his cock.

He was keeping it in pretty well until that point. Every noise on his lips beginning to fall like a crashing crescendo. Your toes curled against the floor and your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

"L-Levi! Levi!" You cried out

His growl so close to your ear drum it had you practically weeping. "Come on babe, make the neighbors think I'm murdering you."

It hit you in more than one way and when you came it hit hard. Your back arching up into him, legs shaking but he was still holding your neck in place. You sobbed his name out, immediately feeling sensitive after your orgasm but he kept his pace up.

The combined noises of your skin slapping together and the gasps Levi couldn't keep hidden echoed over the smooth paint of your bedroom. His cock twitched inside of you, whimpers falling off your lips as you knew what was coming.

"Fff-uck I'm cumming." The hand that had been wrapped around your nape fell next to your face and now the sheets actually did rip.

You glanced back as his hard grey eyes rolled upwards. Face awestruck at just how white his lip was between his teeth. Hair shiny where it molded to his face thanks to the sweat. Levi groaned, huffing out breaths against your head.

His hips stuttering forward as he came, abs contracting and expanding on your back. The ache in both of you finally filled.

"Fuck." You moaned as the last of his cum fed your clenching hole.

You were almost glad when he pulled out. Your body flush with so much heat you could barely breathe. His hands came up to your waist flipping you around and at first it seemed innocent until he was pulling you to the foot of the bed. Legs forcibly opened as he unabashedly slid back inside.

"L-levi?" You couldn't help how greedy your moan was.

The way he was shoving his cock into your pussy coupled with his rough fingers massaging your clit. He pulled himself up closer to your face, hips so merciless and swift you could already feel yourself cumming again.

Your head fell back and you screamed in time with the bed angrily banging against the wall.

"Pl-please Leeevvvii." Tears streamed down your face but he ignored you.

His free hand ran over your face to press a sweet kiss onto your lips as he pressed impossibly deeper. Incoherent noises wrenching from your throat. His fingertips burned and you craved something anything to cool your skin.

Your fingernails dug long grooves into his back and he hissed in delight. With one swift motion he quickly had both of your knees bent into the bed sheets.

When he leaned in again your heart practically froze. "Don't. Ever. Touch. My. Phone. Again." He grunted between every thrust.

"N-never."

"Hange'll be blowing up my phone for different reasons now." Levi groaned "It's your f-ucking fault."

You screamed an apology when his teeth sunk into your sweat soaked skin. Toes clenching as Levi's name left your lips for probably the millionth time tonight.

"Mm soooooo sorry.." You moaned breathlessly

"Not yet you aren't." He muffled his own moan by kissing your ear and it went straight to your already sopping wet pussy.

You threw your head back as he surprisingly sped up, head completely empty as you clenched and came around his cock. Quickly coupled with his own loud orgasm his thighs shaking uncontrollably.

You let out what had to be all the oxygen currently in your lungs with a loud exhale. Both of you practically jumping out of your skin as the headboard clattered to the ground behind you. Though Levi's shaky form stayed pressed tight against your body.

"Levi.. I'm sorry." You quickly apologized again.

His eyes stayed dark and his lips were tugging into a thin line. "I'm not done yet."

A couple hard knocks coming from downstairs made you both turn your head. "Please don't let it be the cops again.." You sighed your head flopping back on the mattress.

[skulljackxiii]

Dramaronpa: Star Struck-Geoff

*sees guy waving and calling you out excitedly*

"No way!... What's up man! I can't believe you're here!"

"I see that you're just as sunny and energetic as always..."

"It's been ages since I last interviewed you, how's your bud Brody?!"

*both laughed and talked about what's been going on in their lives*

(This is awesome, I finally have someone that I know already on this island, I guess it won't be that lonely after all. Well...I can't say that for sure, given his personality he's bound to  make new friends quickly.....unlike me.)

(...........)

(......But man, I can't believe that he's actually here, his name just became known last year, and yet he's already recognized as an Ultimate, the best of the best in his field. This makes him the newest Ultimate out of everyone here.....OOh that should be a topic in my next video!)

(Geoff, you were just like any other guy I would typically see in school. When I first heard about you I though you were just another guy that like to play around and didn't care about putting effort into things....But I was glad that I was wrong. In fact, I never knew that after giving it your all with setting up just one party, would cement yourself in media forever.)

(Not much I could dig up about his past since he's so new and background info couldn't be traced yet. All there was was info about a police report on a supposed small get-together in a quiet neighborhood that evolved into a massive city-scale blowout that just kept drawing in more people.)

(Last year, on the day that it happened, my sources started blowing me up and trying to get a hold of me to say that something big was happening over at the next town near me. They told me that a massive party was going down and that the whole city was part of it. )

(At first I didn't think much of it since I believed that it could've been like a parade or festival that the city planned for, but that thought was immediately erased when I was told that it was actually a birthday party being organized by a single teenager.)

(For the first time ever, something special happening was actually so close to me. I sprung into action and my body just went charging on its own. When I finally got there, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.) (All the lights and buildings were illuminating , music was echoing throughout the whole city, and people just going crazy and having a good time. Then when I took a closer look of who was there, I just shook me to my core.)

(It wasn't  just the citizens or just high schoolers, but also celebrities, city council members, the major himself, little kids, their parents, senior citizens, gangs, cops, and so much more since I saw all sorts of cars and vehicles keep showing up.)

(With so many people here, I though things were gonna become a mess. But surprisingly things were organized and still had high energy. I didn't know how it was possible, but that changed when I heard a voice coming from me.)

(The voice was loud and full of energy, and yet it was welcoming and friendly. The voice was greeting others and directed them to other people, it was like guiding pieces into groups and spreading them out in open areas. When I turned around to see where the voice was coming from, that's when I met him. The man that was soon to be endeared as the "Partyin Angel" throughout the entire web.)

(When I first made eye contact with him, a thought was dawned on me. This was going to be the first time that I interview someone that was going to be a topic in one of my videos. My mind just went blank because no one knew that I was "Moist Code" back then, even now I'm pretty sure that Geoff still doesn't now who I secretly am. He probably just thought that I was just a guy with a lot of questions.)

(When I was freaking out, Geoff just started talking to me out of now where. It caught me off guard, but as we continued to talk, everything just felt casual and refreshing. Immediately I thought that this guy's  peoples skill and abilities to read the mood, are out of this world.)

(As we continued to talk, I was able to finally ask important questions about the party; like how it all started and how are things so in order. He looked at me for a brief moment and, with a smile, shockingly he started spewing out answers that I would never had though of.)

(When he started explaining how he was able to organize this party, even with its increasing amount, it was all based on calculations. I honest to god couldn't explain it any better, but from what I could remember Geoff would casually go over any new guest coming by, quickly greet them, and observe them.) (He already took account of the total surface area of the city partaking in the party and dividing them into quadrants, each quadrant had a certain max capacity for each certain individual. He saw the guests as variables and divided each one by height, weight, age, and demographic. Obviously he couldn't keep all of them in the same spot for the entire time, so he set a schedule to swap different people after a certain time has passed.)

(It shook me to my core to hear all this complicated stuff coming from a guy that looks like he was born in a frat house. But what shocked me more is how casual he was when he had to act this out, he didn't look bossy or commanding like a organizer, but more like a close friend that was making a suggestion without losing any of the party's vibe or momentum.)

(As for the purpose for this party, with a straight face, he casually says that this whole thing was for his best friend Brody and wanted to give him a happy birthday that he won't ever forget. Hearing something so simple, yet so compelling, really just moved me—even made me kinda jealous.)

(After a few more questions, I decided to call it quits and enjoy the party. Insane as it is, the party lasted a few days than I expected, but it looked like no one really cared.)

( Man~ that was one helluva party...) (After throwing the biggest party ever that year, people on the web started searching and finally got ahold of the name of the mastermind behind such a event, Geoff became a household name whenever someone sets up a party.)

(Since then, he's been requested to plan all sorts parties all over the World— social gatherings, events, festivals, celebrations, and even small get-togethers from cliental that are higher up in the totem pole, from upper government officials to foreign royalties.)

(Though despite his massive success, he always says that no matter who it is, where they come from, who's paying, or even how much is being offered, in the end he just wants everyone to come together and have a good time.)

*both continued to happily chat* "Hey, since we're gonna be here for the next few years, how about making the most of it and do our best...."

"....And we can get to know each other even better....maybe..."

"........or not." *embarrassed*

(Goddammit.....)

*guy smiles and vigorously handshakes to agree*

(Heh, you really are a nice guy~ I hope by hanging out with you I can get to better understand and communicate with everyone else. By the end of this, I hope I have really good friends by my side, like you.)

[aquamarinescarlet]

Don’t give up just yet

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~3.6k

Warnings: two curse word (I think), brief mentions of sex and cheating, angst (bare in mind these warnings don’t apply the way you think they do, you’ll have to read to understand)

Summary: The classic soulmate AU, sentences written on each other’s wrists, but with a twist.

Author’s note: This was basically an excuse for me to reinvent the soulmate AU with the wrist tattoos thing. It’s sorta angsty, but I just thought the ending was too funny. Just experimenting here, tell me what you think.

PSA: Dividers are the count down till the day: black is reader focused, red is wanda focused, gold/yellow is also reader focused, but I thought it deserved a little spark.

“You should call her, y’know.”

“Why would I do that? She made her point very clear.”

“It’s her wedding day, Y/N,” Mia reasoned, “and this fight was months ago, you have to get over it.”

You rolled your eyes at her insistence. This discussion has been happening every day for the past two weeks.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, why am I the one who should get over it?” You emphasized.

“He is her soulmate, and she is your sister, the least you could do is pretend.”

“Ugh,” you let out a guttural scream, “I can’t do this anymore Mia, I stand by what I said. That man is an asshole and this soulmate thing is stupid. I don’t trust him, no matter what the words on both their wrists say, and I’m not gonna watch her go down with this and not do anything about it.”

Mia didn’t respond, she knew she’d reached your last nerve. You watched as the woman left your office, sending a last sympathetic glance your way before walking into the hall. 

Mia was right in some points, and you knew that. She was right about it being your sister’s wedding day and that you should be there to support her. She was wrong about you needing to be the one to apologize though. The way people manipulated their lives to fit this whole twisted Soulmate Theory made your blood boil.

The Soulmate Theory was quite simple: everyone was born with a sentence written on their wrists, popular belief is that those are the first words your soulmate will say to you. It was cute, and it worked most of the time, not for your sister though. Or at least you thought so.

Oli's soulmate was Isaac. They had met three years ago and eventually started dating. Oli was a firm believer of the Soulmate Theory and had never dated anyone before, so it was all new and exciting.

You started noticing the patterns roughly one year after they started dating. He was controlling her, discreetly, barely noticeable, but it was there. 

First with clothes, Oli had made it a habit to always ask for his opinions on her clothing, and he would tell her he hated something, regardless of her telling him over and over again she had liked it. You made little comments here and there about his actions, mostly jokes but with some truth behind, she didn’t notice.

Second was friends, Isaac would always want to meet Oli’s friends, and if she went out with one he didn’t know he would make her feel guilty. You started giving more serious warnings, pointing out what he was doing more clearly, she didn’t care and called you crazy.

Third was her feelings, he had his mind set on what her role should be in his life. He praised Oli endlessly when she cooked or cleaned. Other than that, he didn’t care, didn’t pay attention to her stories, didn’t appreciate her paintings and drawings… 

It got to the point where she wouldn’t want to paint anymore, when she was telling a story it would be without her usual excitement. Her smile no longer reached her eyes, she was constantly tired. 

You confronted her about it, several times, but it was of no use. You’d point out the facts and she’d retort with ‘he is my soulmate, the universe bound us together, he wouldn’t do this to me!’

Three months ago was the last time you two talked. She told you he asked her hand. She knew you would be against it, she tried to ease you into the idea of her being with Isaac for the rest of her life. You weren’t having any of it. 

After hours of screaming, arguing and loads of tears, she told you not to come to the wedding, and you said you wouldn’t. 

It’s now four days from the date and you’re not going as long as he’s the one she’s marrying.

You stared at the words on your own wrist. ‘It’s you’. That sentence haunted you for years. What a stupid set of words for your soulmate to say.

As a kid you adored the Soulmate Theory, you paid meticulous attention to the first words you’d exchange with anyone, you made new friends nearly every day in hopes of hearing those words, but they never came.

Until they came. At first it was exhilarating, but the ones you said didn’t match the ones on the person’s wrist. You were extremely disappointed. And then you heard them again, and again, and again… It became almost routine. Every single person you met would say ‘it’s you’ or some variation of it. 

You being who you are certainly didn’t help. During college you had started a tech company and now it had grown to be one of the biggest and most important in the field. The new inventions did win you several prizes and a lot of money. You were also stupid famous, being the young brilliant CEO and all. 

Ever since, you gave up on looking for your soulmate. It seemed counter productive to get yourself all worked up just for it not to happen every single day. You made your peace with it, although a small part of you just wanted to meet said person.

The situation with Isaac and Oli helped. Seeing that it could end up hurting you made it easier to not fixate on finding your soulmate. Nonetheless, the desire was there; hidden, pushed to the back of your mind, but still there.

You just wished your sister could see it too, that the Soulmate Theory is not the solution to all her problems. 

“Relax Steve, it’s all taken care of.” 

“What about the flowers? Did you book the buffet? Did you check with the band? And the decorations? I saw some people didn’t RSVP yet, should I redo the seating charts?” Steve rambled on as Wanda just laughed.

“The flower problem is solved, the buffet confirmed, so did the band, the wedding planner is working on the decorations and redoing the whole seating chart seems… unnecessary, they still have three days to confirm their presence.” She reassured the man who was more stressed than her about the whole situation.

“Okay, sorry, I just want to make sure everything is perfect.” He huffed, taking a seat on the couch. 

“It’s going to be perfect, don’t worry.” She couldn’t help the weirdness that surged upon uttering those words.

“How are you so calm?” Wanda just shrugged, not really sure how to answer. 

Steve took a deep breath and gazed at the red head, offering her a smile. 

“I’m going to sleep, all this wedding stuff has been stressing me all day.” 

“Okay,” Steve made his way to his bedroom but she called him before he reached the hallway, “thanks for the help Rogers.” 

“No worries.” He shot a last smile before disappearing. 

Wanda found herself alone in the living room, the silence only making her thoughts scream louder.

She would be married in three days. It seemed unbelievable. After losing her parents, being experimented on at Hydra, fighting along Ultron, losing her brother and becoming an Avenger, she never thought she would have time to fall in love.

Yet, here she is. Although the feeling wasn’t quite what she thought it would be. It wasn’t exciting, or nerve racking. She felt no different than any other day of her life. Steve seemed like the one who was getting married, not her. 

Vision is sweet and caring, she feels so happy around him. Then what is causing all these doubts to haunt her?

She knows what it is, she just doesn’t want to admit it.

Those words. Those stupid words painted forever on her wrist. ‘Don’t do this’. Ever since joining the Avengers she started using several bracelets to hide them, but they still burned on her skin every single day.

She’d heard of the Soulmate Theory at a very young age. Her parents had explained how those were the first words she’d hear from the love of her life. She would spend hours daydreaming all sorts of scenarios in which someone would say those words to her and they’d fall in love.

After her parent’s death, that stopped being her priority. At the Hydra base she’d only see her brother and a couple dozen different Hydra soldiers, too old and mean for a soulmate. 

Gaining powers was a game changer. She was older then. Stronger. They finally allowed her and Pietro to leave the base and create chaos in Hydra’s name. “Do good” in Hydra’s name. She believed she was doing the right thing. She truly did. 

Hearing her first ‘Don’t do this’ made her question everything. It came from a little kid nonetheless. A scared little kid. It must’ve been a mistake, she thought at the time. But that mistake happened, again, and again, and again… 

When she joined the Avengers her eyes were opened to all the pain and terror she had caused. All the people she hurt. Then it dawned on her, what if one of those ‘Don’t do this’ came from her soulmate? What if she had hurt them, or worse, killed them?

The idea terrified her. So she hid those words on her wrist. A reminder of the evil she’s done and the love she’ll never have. She promised herself to never look for her soulmate, she already caused them enough pain, they didn’t deserve to get tangled in the mess that was her life.

And then Vision was created. Him and Wanda got along greatly. He made her happy. They fell in love, or at least that’s what Wanda told herself, that she fell in love with him. It was possible, there’s no rule on the Soulmate Theory that says you can only fall in love with your soulmate. Plus, Vision is not human, so he doesn’t have words written on his wrist, he doesn’t have a predestined soulmate, technically he doesn’t even have an actual soul for this sort of thing. They could be each other’s soulmate. A loophole on this stupid theory.

Why didn’t it feel like that though? Why was she questioning it so much? And why now? Three days before her wedding?

She took off the bracelets and stared at the ink, brushing her fingers lightly over it. She loved Vision, she affirmed to herself. She wants to marry him. This is what she wants. And she believes in these words, for a while. Long enough for her to fall asleep, turning off her brain from overthinking the situation too much.

Work has had you occupied all week. With back to back meetings and loads of paperwork to fill out, you’ve barely had time to think of anything else.

But now it seems like everything is done and you have more free time than you’d like. 

You left the office early, not having much to do there anymore, and, instead of spending all afternoon home alone, you decided to go out for some coffee.

You were sitting on your usual table in the small coffee shop close to your place. It was calm, quiet and homely, a nice contrast between the places you frequent. The warm cup on your hands did nothing to distract you though.

The book you’d brought was long forgotten on the table as you glanced at your phone every few seconds. It’s two days till the wedding and, even though you tried not to think about it, you hoped your sister would text you saying she broke it off. It was unlikely, but wishing she could get some sense knocked into her wouldn’t kill.

You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn’t notice a woman glancing at you until you caught her trying to call your attention.

“It’s you!” She said, astonished, pointing to the cover of a magazine showing a picture of you.

Recognizing that issue as being a rather old one, you just nodded and offered the woman a friendly smile. She took that as an opportunity to approach you.

“Hi. Sorry,” she sounded excited and also nervous for bothering you, “I just wanted to say what an inspiration you are to women all around, to me especially. I’ve been opening my own business and seeing what you do has been such an encouragement to me. So, thank you!” 

You were surprised by how nice she was. You’d expected her to ask you to invest in her business or something, like everyone who approaches you does, but she didn’t and it was a nice change of pace for once.

“What kind of business are you opening?” You asked. Listen to her talk would be a good distraction, plus, you could use the company.

“Oh, no, that’s ok,” she said, “I don’t want to bother you any further.”

“Please,” you urged, “I have the rest of my day off and I could use someone to talk to. Unless you’re busy, then I wouldn’t want to be a burden to you.” You laughed to ease the woman’s nerves.

“Sure?” You nodded and gestured to the empty seat across from you. 

She accepted it and you spent at least an hour talking before she had to leave. It was a pleasant conversation, she praised your work but didn’t refrain from giving some interesting criticism on your business. The topic of an investment or a partnership never even came up. 

It got your sister out of your mind for a while, although it didn’t last long.

Laying on your bed, your eyes fought to stay open, your mind swirling with all possible scenarios regarding Oli. She would be miserable if she went through with this, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

You love your sister, you care so much about her, but she refuses to listen to your warnings. You could swallow your pride and go to the wedding. You could try and support her. But that would just make an accomplice to her stupidity and you’re not going to just stand there and pretend that that’s ok.

You thought about texting her, way too many times. But your relationship is already rocky as it is, the least you could do is hope she gets some clarity on her own.

One day till the wedding. She’s 24 hours away from the happiest day of her life. Why is it, then, that Wanda doesn’t feel as happy as she should be. 

She didn’t have to fake a smile, she was happy, but that smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

None of the others seemed to notice it. They just thought it was the nervousness of having everything set so the day could run smoothly. Vision even brought up the possibility of her having cold feet about it, but she denied it thoroughly, assuring him she wanted this.

And she does. She wants to get married, have kids and build up a family of her own. She wants it all. 

It still seemed weird though. Like something was off. 

“Steve just called,” Nat interrupted her thoughts, walking back into the room, “everything is set, prepped and organized for tomorrow.”

“Let’s try on the dress then.” Carol urged the girl to put on the piece of clothing for the millionth time.

It did her justice. Slim at the top and flowy at the bottom, accentuating all her curves perfectly. It wasn’t big and puffy but light and delicate. She smiled at her own reflection as the other women crammed around her to take a look.

“You look beautiful.” Pepper said in awe. 

“She does, doesn’t she.” Laura agreed, even though she’s the one that helped her choose it.

Wanda didn’t say anything, just smiling and appreciating her own image, excitement growing on her chest from wearing it in front of everyone the next day.

The girls spent hours planning how they would do her hair and makeup. There were so many ideas, disagreements and arguments that Wanda was completely drained by the end of the day. She was happy though, to see her friends being there for her, eager to help and make sure everything was perfect.

It was nice to have people around since she lost so much throughout the years.

After the women were gone and she found herself alone, Wanda’s thoughts from the beginning of the day came back, hitting her like a train.

Was she really more excited about wearing a dress than about getting married? Was this a sign of her actually getting cold feet? 

She shrugged them away, affirming to herself these are just stupid uncertanties people always get before their wedding day. At least that’s what happens in movies, so nothing to worry about... right?

Thankfully your work slump had subsided as now a gigantic pile of papers sat on your table. Some contracts had to be restructured and a set of stores had to be chosen to distribute your newest technology. 

You thrived in that scenario, with countless reports and 2D drawings of the prototypes scattered about the room. Your mind was going a thousand miles a minute, seemingly unaware of the events that would take place later that day.

That peace, however, was short lived. Your brain short circuited for a second when you checked what had caused your phone to buzz.

Two voicemails. 

From none other than Isaac. 

It was right then that it dawned on you: Oli was marrying that asshole today. In only a couple of hours actually.

Before listening to the messages you started to record your phone screen, maybe he would try to threaten you or something and you could use that to convince Oli to break things off with him. It wouldn’t kill to be precautious.

The first one was sweet, although it almost made you gag, it was sent with good intentions. Isaac was asking you to go easy on Oli, regardless of your feelings towards him, you should be supportive of her and her decisions. Too pretentious for your liking, but sent with good intentions nonetheless.

The second one started awfully weird. Some muffled sounds, things you couldn’t quite make out. Until you heard a loud moan, your eyes going wide as you pushed your phone away from your face. Isn’t it technically ‘bad luck’ to see the bride on the wedding day? You didn’t have time to dwell on those thoughts as the voice on the phone started to moan each other’s names. The woman didn’t sound anything like Oli, because it wasn’t Oli. Isaac was cheating on your sister? And on their wedding day!?

Oh you weren’t about to just let that go. You stopped the recording, thanking your intuition, and quickly ringed Oli.

It rang once… twice… three times… and then voicemail. You tried at least four more times until you figured she just didn’t want to talk to you.

“Marie can you come in here please?” You called your secretary.

A few seconds later she popped her head inside your office.

“How can I help?”

“Can I use your phone!?” You sounded more exasperated than you wished.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to call your sister today?” Damn, that woman knows you too well. You sighed loudly.

“Please… I just…” You trailed off, sounding desperate this time around.

Thankfully Marie gave in and lent you her phone. You typed Oli’s number and rang it, several times, she didn’t pick up once. You were starting to get truly desperate now.

“Do you have the address?” You handed Marie her phone back.

“Here.” She handed you a piece of paper from her pocket. 

It was on the other side of the city, at least a one hour drive. You quickly grabbed your coat, purse and phone, rushing out of the office, only being stopped by a hand wrapping around your wrist.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” You gave her a reassuring smile and a quick nod before making your way to your car. Marie has been working with you since the beginning, she always knew when you were up to nothing good. She also knew that when you set your mind to something, there was no stopping you.

The drive was excruciating. You kept making stupid mistakes and taking wrong turns. Everything seemed to work against you, being it: accidents, red lights, slow drivers, pedestrians. Even the birds chirping around were pissing you off.

You finally reached the venue and stopped the car messily in the front entrance. You quickly ran up the stairs, and almost tripped and fell when you heard the officiant was already performing the ceremony.

You reached the doors and yanked them open, hopefully interrupting the wedding before it was too late.

“Don’t do this!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, nearly breathless. 

The guests all turned towards you, surprised. So did the couple on the podium.

Except those people weren’t Oli and Isaac. You recognized them, Vision and Scarlet Witch, or at least that’s the names they went for on television. You’ve seen them before, doing business with Stark had its perks, but had never been introduced.

You could’ve felt bad, but your stomach was a turmoil of faith and nausea. You were either really early or really late to stop Oli.

“Sorry,” you said, trying to catch your breath, “wrong wedding, carry on.” You turned around to leave, but not before noticing the bride glancing at her own wrist.

You didn’t get the chance to take a single step out the door before her voice filled the silence that had settled.

“It’s you.” You stopped dead on your tracks. Your wrist burning slightly, not the kind of pain to cause discomfort, just enough to be noticeable.

Those words. 

Her looking at her wrist.

Your’s burning now.

You turned back around, earning all kinds of confused glances from the guests. Your eyes fell on the woman, a smirk plastered on your lips.

“Seems like this isn’t the wrong wedding after all.”

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Darkness - UNTIL DAWN REWRITE Chapter Two

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Summary: After meeting up at the cable car, Chris and Synthya made their way up the mountain and reached the lodge. Synthya wasn’t too hyped about the whole thing, having kind of a bad feeling but she was doing this for Josh. It seemed important to him to get everyone reunited on this day and she would give Josh the world, so she didn’t really think twice before agreeing to come back here... despite her apprehensions. 

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Warnings: Until Dawn spoilers (chapter 2 specifically), flirting, fluff, fears, angst, chase, lots of dialogues

Mount Washington’s Lodge, 10pm

NINE HOURS UNTIL DAWN

Synthya and Chris walked down the trail, the sole of their shoes sinking slightly into the snow, leaving their footprints in their path. She really couldn’t wait to get into the lodge and settle on a couch, maybe even take a hot bath to chill out a bit cause the uneasiness she felt while walking through this god forsaken forest was getting a little too much for her to handle, although she managed to keep up the appearances. She knew she didn’t actually need to pretend with Chris, but it was almost like she needed to make herself believe she was fine and as they approached the small gate cutting off the path leading up to the lodge, she noticed Matt, his arms crossed, seemingly upset for some reason and just standing to the side and Ashley was sitting on the porch stairs. Synthya let Chris open the gate and they were welcomed by Josh who walked up to them and at the sight of the latter, a sweet smile appeared on her face. He smiled at her and greeted her with an affectionate and soft kiss, drawing her towards him with a hand in her lower back. Chris cooed and whistled to tease them. Josh simply laughed as he stepped back.

“Man, I feel this mountain gets bigger every time I climb it.”

“Oh yeah? Feels the same to me.” Josh said nonchalantly with a cocky smile. He just had this overall laid-back and cool vibe coming from him, as always. She couldn’t help but be worried about him all the time but seeing him so calm and composed made her wonder, but she knew better. His behavior in public did fool her when she had first met him. She’d never thought he wasn’t doing so well and that’s why now, she tried to have a constant eye on him, but some things slipped from her watchful eyes. One definitely couldn’t tell that a year ago he attempted suicide. Only her and Chris knew about that incident.

“Oh come on, you grew up here. It probably feels like it’s shrinking.”

“I guess that’s true.” He glanced down, nodding.

“When are you gonna install some cell towers up here? I’m getting withdrawals already.” Chris complained lightly, lifting his phone up in the air. Synthya rolled her eyes, subconsciously adopting the same pose as Josh as she watched Chris acting all tech-savyy.

“You got a spare million lying around and I’ll fix you right up.” Josh retorted ironically, shrugging.

“Funny you should say that… Ah, I think I left it in my other jacket.” While Chris was being the comedian he is, Josh put his arm around Synthya’s shoulders and they walked the last feet separating them from the porch, approaching Ashley and Matt.

“Hey guys… Get up here, okay?” He greeted the two with his free hand.

“Yeah… well, more or less. But it’s so good to see you!” Ashley said.

“ ’Sup with him?” Josh wondered, looking at Matt and nobody knew the answer so there was a brief silence. Matt even eventually went a little further from the house and stood in the shadow of the trees, ruminating in silence. Josh let his arm slip down her back as he and the moment his hand left her back, she suddenly felt quite nervous and she looked into the dense forest, narrowing her eyes as if she was trying to see something. “Oh, hey, you all right, Syn?”

“Uh, yeah… yeah, don’t worry. I’m fine. Just… just a bit nervous. That’s all.” She cleared her throat, staring into the dark and Josh rubbed her back and climbed the porch stairs along with Chris.

She went the opposite direction and slowly came near the small gate and leaned on it, staring straight ahead at the forest path she had just walked up with Chris. Alone in front of it, it seemed so much scarier. She had this pending feeling of being watched and followed and this ever since she got off the bus almost a couple hours ago. Something didn’t feel right but she shook it off and took a deep breath. She stayed still for a second, her heart pounding in her ears and shallow breathing, she swallowed harshly and grabbed her phone and headphones from her bag and put music in her ears. The silence in which the forest was plunged did not help to soothe her. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly, her hands now gripping onto the gate. But the nightmares came anyway, mocking her attempt at keeping her shit together. These same images kept haunting her mind. She was standing there by the gate but as the imaged flashed in the dark of her shut eyelids, she felt her legs moving as if she ran through the forest, as she did with Hannah and Beth, freezing, the cold biting her bones, and in panick at they reached a cliff. Right at the moment she saw herself fell, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she opened her eyes abruptly, letting out a sharp scream. She cut it off, putting her hand on her mouth for a second as she turned around, only to see Josh standing next to her. She had never told him about what had happened, not in details anyway. She only ever really told her therapist about it and the latter eventually diagnosed her with PTSD. She cleared her throat, taking off her headphones. Her hands were shaking slightly.

“Hey, it’s just me.” He tried to give her a smile, speaking lightly, squeezing her shoulder. 

“Where did Chris go?” She asked, trying to compose herself, avoiding his gaze.

“He went to look for a deodorant to open the door from inside.”

“A deodorant?”

“Yeah, I gave him a lighter, so he can go all flame-thrower and unfreeze the lock.” He gestured, mimicking a flame thrower with his hand, making the crackling sound of the fire with his mouth and she flinched, her eyes blinking nervously as she took a step back reflexively, but she sketched an amused smile, nodding, to cover up her reaction, in case he had seen it. She never forgot about that man with the flame-thrower who at first chased her and his sisters down before actually saving her from a deadly fall and letting her run away, for some reason. It was still something confusing to think about. She was still unable to rationalize that event. And she never said the whole story to Josh because he had already hit rock bottom, she didn't want to upset him even more. “You all right, Syn?”

“Huh? Sure, I—” She was about to tell Josh how well she was when she suddenly heard a branch crach in the distance and she turned around, checking behind her instantly, startled. When she saw a deer just running across the path she cleared her throat, passing her hand in her hair, letting the hood of her jacket fall down her head, making her shiver when cold air blew down her neck, despite the scarf she had tied around it. She felt Josh wrap his arms around her waist, leaning his head against hers and she put her hand onto his. “I’m fine, really. Just a little on edge…”

“I know, but you’ll see, we’re gonna have a great weekend.”

“Oh, really?” She smiled at the smirk on his face and turned her head towards him. The way he pressed his lips against hers, sharing a soft and sensual kiss, made her think he had probably some making out in mind for the two of them, in order to make this the great weekend he promised her. They only broke their embrace when they heard a loud ghost-like noise coming from inside the lodge and Ashley letting out a gasp, jumping. Synthya smiled, amused and Josh and her walked to the door. “Hey man, shouldn’t be getting the lock open?”

“On it!” After a minute, he lit the lighter and sprayed the deodorant on the flame, melting the ice inside the lock of the lodge's front door. He grabbed the handle and opened the door quickly letting go, waving his hand with a quiet grunt from the heat. He then bowed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all   week—” He suddenly screamed when a little furball came out of the blue and rushed out of the house. Ashley, Josh and Synthya stepped aside in surprise. “That thing freaked me out.”

“What was it? Are you okay?” Ashley asked, laughing.

“It was like a… bear or a tiger or something—”

“Aww, it was just a little baby Wolverine!” Synthya joked. Unlike Josh and Chris, she wasn’t much of a jokester, but this seemed like the ideal occasion to make a pop culture reference. Josh gave her an amused smile.

“Baby?”

“Don’t worry buddy, you’re gonna be a big boy soon.” Josh teased with a smirk. They then walked in, joined by Matt, who was still sulking, walking behind them without a word, and went into the living room. All the sofas and armchairs around the fireplace were covered with plastic sheets. There was an eerie silence floating in the air until Josh spoke up, looking around. “Home sweet home.”

“Sweet is not the word I’d use.” Matt finally spoke, while putting down Emily’s bags near the wall. It had to be Emily’s bags because she was the only one who owned designer bags and stuff like that, and Jessica was now dating Mike. 

“Oh my god, it’s so good to be inside. Even if it’s still kinda freezing in here.” Ashley sighed in relief.

“I’ll get a fire going.” Josh walked up to the fireplace.

“This place barely looks any different.”

“Yeah, like it’s frozen in time.” Synthya added, glancing at Matt with a nod.

“Nobody’s been up here.” Josh told them, crouched in front of the hearth.

“Even with all the police coming in and out?” Ashley wondered.

“Not a lot of action here lately.” Chris concluded, glancing at Josh.

“Nope.” Josh added. Synthya nonchalantly shuffled her feet, walking around the living room and she went near the windows, parting the slats of the curtain with her fingers, looking out. It took her a second to realize that she was looking outside as if she was awaiting a monster with that same anxiety that made her stomach heavy and she took a step back, startled, almost letting out a loud gasp when Mike came in, casually yelling to greet the rest of them.

“What’s up party people!” Synthya swallowed harshly, staring at the newcomer, trying to compose herself, ignoring the fact that Josh glanced at her. She used to be better at keeping her shit together but being back on that mountain was fairly triggering, but she would do anything for Josh so if it was important for him to bring everyone back up here, she wouldn’t say no to the invitation and the fact that he was there too made it a little easier. She didn’t like how Mike took things so unseriously.

“Heeey!” Jessica waved her hand at the five of them standing there in the lodge as they joined, with a high-pitched voice. Josh greeted them back, still busy near the fireplace and Synthya noticed Matt raising his head and glaring at Mike, for whatever reason. She thought that maybe Mike had something to do with how upset he was a moment ago when they were stuck outside the house.

“Make yourself at home, bro.” Josh told Mike. Synthya kept an eye on them, silent and she pulled the sheet covering an armchair next to the large sofa and slumped in the chair, sitting sideways on it, throwing her legs over the arm, facing Josh.

“Will do.” He gestured at his host and joined Jessica on the sofa.

“Yeah. Come on in.” Matt’s tone of voice was overly bitter, which only confirmed Synthya previous thought about the reason why Matt was so troubled, now he looked like he wanted to throw hands and have a beef with Mike right there right now. “Take a load off. Have whatever you want. You just take whatever you want anyways, right?”

“Woah, easy there, cowboy.” Mike seemed genuinely confused, or at least he was acting well. Synthya was watching them, as if she was watching some reality show on TV -which she actually never did- but it felt like it.

“What the hell were you doing with Em out on the trail, huh?” Matt inquired.

“What?”

“I saw you and Em. Through the telescope.”

“Before? We just ran into each other. It’d been a while, so we hugged, and I said hello. Is that against the law?” Matt looked away, clearing his throat, nodding, seemingly a little embarrassed to have gotten carried away. He ran ran his hand through his hair.

“Right… yeah... Duh. Sorry, it’s been kind of a long day. I overreacted.”

“Nah, man, don’t worry about it.” Mike said softly before joining Jessica on the couch and Matt went to sit down on the other end of the sofa. Synthya let out a quiet sigh and rested her head against the back of the armchair. She bent over to grab her phone in her bag on the floor. She let it fall right back inside upon seeing that it was dead already and returned to her previous position on the chair. That’s when Emily arrived. Synthya already knew there would be some drama between her and Jessica and no one had even said anything yet. She wasn’t really thrilled to see them again, after not talking to them at all for a whole year. Synthya had only kept in touch with Chris, Ashley and obviously, Josh.

“Oh. My god. This is so gross.” Emily chuckled, looking at them in a judgmental manner, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you trying to swallow his face whole? Seriously can she be any more obvious?” Matt stood up while Emily just kept going. This time, the fight would escalate, because Emilly was much more impetuous. “No one wants in on your territory, honey.”

“Excuse me, did you say something?” Jessica took a few steps, rising from the couch.

“Oh, did you not hear me? Was your sluttiness too loud?”

“Sounds like someone’s bitter she didn’t make the cut.” She said, looking at Mike still casually seated behind her. Synthya rolled her eyes and looked at the windows, watching the snow falling outside.

“Yeah. It’s all big cattle call with that dreambot. Congrats, you’re top cow.” Emily laughed.

“Cuts real deep calling Miss Homecoming a cow.”

“Em, come on—” Matt tried to defuse things, but he got told off by his very girlfriend.

“Shut up, Matt.”

“Stay out of it, you dumb oaf.” Jessica added and from what Synthya heard, because she got tired from looking at them, Emily didn’t like that one bit.

“Hey, watch it!”

“Oh, you’re the only one who can put him down? No one else can play with your toys?” Jessica rose her voice.

“You’re such a bich.” Emily complained.

“Whatever. I don’t give a crap what you think.” Synthya heard Jessica stepping back to the couch. She glanced at Josh, still working on getting the fire lit. He would probably put a stop to this fuss as this was surely not what he had in mind with this little winter get-away for the anniversary of his sisters’ disappearance.

“At least I can think. 4.0, bitch, honor roll. Suck on that when you’re trying to sleep your way into a job.”

“Who needs grades when you’ve got all the natural advantages you can handle?”  Jessica retorted with pride, spreading out her arms in a manner to show off her figure. “You couldn’t buy a moldy loaf of bread with your skanky ass.”

“Are you serious? Do you think that’s insulting?” Emily giggled at the attempt.

“Emily, stop! This is out of hand. There’s no reason to fight like this.” Matt spoke up, trying to play peacemaker once again.

“Yeah, Em! Why you pickin’ fight over your ex boyfriend, huh?” Before Emily could retaliate, Josh stood up and rose his voice. Synthya straightened up, bringing her legs down from the arm of the chair and looked at the latter.

“STOP IT! This is not why we came up here. This is not helping. It’s not what I wanted. If we can’t get along for ten minutes then maybe we need a little bit of a break, right? Mike, why don’t you check out the guest cabin. The one I told you about.”

“Yeah… Yeah, all right.” He got up, and invitated Jessica to come along with him, to take her away from Emily. “Want to go do that?”

“Any place without that whore…” Jessica sighed, one hand resting on her hip, she took Mike’s hand and followed him.

“It’s right up the trail.” Josh added.

“Phew…” He mimicked an explosion of his head with his hands and sighed in relief. “Glad that’s over.”

“Yeah.” Josh whispered back as he returned to the fireplace, which was still unlit after a few minutes already.

“So, Josh, uh… should we get this fire going?” Matt asked.

“Where’s my bag?” Emily inquired out of the blue. Matt turned to her, confused. “My bag! The… the little bag with the pink pattern! The one I got on Rodeo! Matt, are you listening?” While Emily talked about her stupid bag, Synthya stood up and walked over to the Grand piano. The top was closed, and it was covered with a sheet as well. She grabbed a corner of it and pulled it over before she pressed a key on the piano, and it made a sharp noise. She winced and brought her hand back to her.

“You can't play us a masterpiece today, Syn.” Josh joked. “The cold surely ruined it.”

“That’s sad.” Synthya observed. She couldn’t even really play the piano anyway, but she saw the beauty in these big instruments and loved them.

“Not as sad as my missing bag.” Emily whined. “Matt, I need my bag!”

“Oh my god, Em, maybe you just forgot it—”

“Do you seriously think I’d forget my bag?” She exclaimed, as if it was crazy of him to suppose that.

“Well, I—”

“Do you?” She cut him off again. She had been doing that ever since she joined them in the lodge.

“Guess not.” He said, shrugging.

“You must have left it down by the cable car station.” Matt grumbled at her insistance. “C’mon, hun. We’ll be back soon.”

“And then we can get warm?” He asked softly.

“We can get very warm.” Emily cooed. Synthya smirked slightly, looking around the room. It made her think of the similar lusty offer Josh implied in the sensual kiss they shared outside. She played with her septum piercing, walking in circles as she didn’t know what to do know after the storm finally calmed down after Josh’s ultimate intervention. She shivered slightly and the image of a nice hot bath came to mind.

“I think I’m gonna take a bath. I dream of some hot water right now.” Josh stood up, turning to her and she looked at him after taking just one step towards the huge staircase, on which Chris and Ashley had been sitting in silence for the last few minutes of mayhem.

“Hey, wait for me upstairs, I’ll be there in a minute. Just gotta give some directions to Mike and Jessica, or they’re gonna get lost in these woods.” He told her in a low voice, almost whispering and he chuckled. She smiled before he gave her a soft kiss and left in the direction taken by the other couple.

“All right, I’m off. Get cosy.” She said at Chris and Ashley’s attention as she climbed up the stairs. Ashley giggled nervously. Synthya walked past the bathroom, and she noticed a door ajar at the end of a small corridor on the side of it. It was either Hannah or Beth’s bedroom if she remembered correctly.

The lodge was so enormous that it was fairly easy to forget where everythign was, or where you were even going in the first place. She even wondered if she had really seen all the rooms of that big house. She looked down the railing before entering the bedroom, climbing the few steps at the entrance fo the room. Everything had been left untouched, like the last time anyone ever came in. Synthya found an old tattoo artist card on a desk and behind was a date “March 18th 2013” and the time of the appointment along with the tattoo design she wanted, the little butterfly she had gotten tattooed on her shoulder. Synthya frowned, letting out a heavy sigh as she walked to the other end of the room to a busy cork jumble on the wall beside the chimney with various papers and photos pinned on it, she noticed a large rectangular blue box with Hannah’s initials painted in gold on the top. She carefully opened it and a soft smile stretched her lips as she saw a ballerina spin around and realized it was a music box, and given the inscription she found inside, it was an old Christmas gift from Josh and the smile quickly turned into a sad one. It made her heart sink in grief, and she closed the box quietly. On the cork jumble, she took a look at everything Hannah had put on it, trying not to get overwhelmed by how it made her feel; she was, along with Beth, her best friend after all and the trauma she got from watching them fall to their deaths was hard to come to term with. She swallowed harshly and lifted a pinned party invite to one of Hannah's birthdays and beneath was concealed a polaroid picture of Mike in a suit.

“Oh, Hannah…” Synthya mumbled under her breath. She entered the dressing room on her right and noticed a torn magazine paper lying on the carpet. She crouched down and picked it up. On the back of it were results of some love test and Hannah got the result telling her it wasn't going to work, and to try something daring to get his attention. Mike's attention. She shook her head, put the paper back down and walked out of the room, giving a sad look around as she closed the door behind her and went near the guard railing and saw Josh climbing the stairs.

“Sent the porn stars on their way.” He said jokingly.

“All right, cause I’m dreaming of that hot bath so now’s your time to shine, big boy.” She teased and chuckled when he picked her up, kissing her languidly as he carried her to his old room further down the hallway.

Mount Washington’s Lodge, 10:44 PM

Synthya leaned over the tub, her knee pressed against the edge as she turned the switches to open the water supply and take a nice hot bath in which she could bask for a while after this little hooking up session with Josh. The latter had then joined Ashley and Chris in the living room and continued to try to light a fire in the fireplace. She let the water run for a second and passed her hand through and frowned at the cold water sending a chill through her arm. She kept turning the switches around, trying to get the water to warm up but after a minute, she sighed. As she walked out of the bathroom, she heard a strange noise and looked around, freaked out and fastened her pace as she went to climb down the stairs to join the three others. She chose to ignore the noise she had just heard. It must have been her imagination. She needed to calm down, because nothing could hurt them. They were safe in the lodge and hopefully, the bath would help her chill out.

“How long do you think it’ll take him?” Chris’s voice echoed a little in the high-roofed room. He was probably talking about Josh still struggling to get the fire going.

“My money’s on blankets for everyone!” Ashley laughed.

“You can do it, man. We believe in you.”

“Yeah! Totally! Woo-ooh!” She cheered. “Let’s go Jo-osh, let’s go!”

“All right, peanut gallery, you know what? I got an idea for you two.” Josh said, seemingly giving up on the idea of getting a fire started in the chimney.

“What?” Ashley inquired.

“Okay, well, I am pretty sure that somewhere in this crazy place we used to have… a spirit board.”

“Wow, you have a “spirit board”?” Chris asked.

“Yeah yeah. They’re fun right?”

“Wait, are you saying… we should have a séance?”

“Those things are a joke, man. They don’t do shit.” Chris declared. Synthya descended the last step of the stairs and walked towards them.

“No way, bro. We used to do it all the time. Me and… well…”

“Hey, josh.” He turned his head to her upon hearing her voice. “There’s no hot water.”

“Oh yeah, just gotta fire up the boiler. It’s in the basement.” He looked at Chris and Ashley. “You guys see if you can find the spirit board.”

“Chris let’s go find it! It’ll be like a scavenger hunt!”

“Ummm… okay… guess so.” Chris was apparently not as excited about the idea, but he followed Ashley anyway.

“Rad. You’re not gonna regret it.” Josh assured. “You up for a ride along?”

“Let’s go fire up that boiler.” Synthya followed him past the main staircase, and they climbed a couple of flights of stairs to reach the basement. He opened a drawer and got a flashlight out.

“Hey. You notice how I gave Chris and Ash a mission together?” He had a cheeky and mishievious grin on his face. “Yeah, I was thinking they could use some “alone time”.”

“That’s very clever.” She smiled and nodded. “They are sweet together. I wish they’d just freaking get on with it already.”

“I swear they just need like… something to bond over, y’know? Some sort of traumatic event to send them into each other’s arms. I mean at this rate they’ll be in the geriatric ward before Chris makes a move.” She laughed, agreeing with the statement. They needed a little help to get together finally after dragging this flirt situation on for years. Synthya looked around as she walked after him. He opened a door, and they entered a corridor where he stopped, waiting for her. “You know, Syn…”

“Yes, Josh?” They resumed walking.

“I just wanted to say…”

“What…?” He came to a halt and turned around to face her.

“It really means a lot to me that everyone came back this year and you know, that… you came, Synthya.”

“Oh, Josh… We’re here for you. I’m here for you. Always. Whatever you need. Whenever. We’re all gonna make it through this.” She paused, looking away for a second. “I should have been there for you more. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.” He said softly and Synthya cupped his face in her hands, gently caressing his cheeks with her thumbs and they rested their foreheads against each other for a few seconds. She softly kissed his lips and drew him into a hug and eventually they kept walking down to the basement. “Hey, watch your step.” He warned as they climbed down a flight of stairs.

“I think I can handle a little old set of stairs.” Synthya chuckled.

“Uh-huh.” He smirked, pointing the flashlight in front of them to light their way into the basement. He opened a tall metal cabinet and bent over, taking a look at the boiler. “Sorry to drag you down into the bowels.”

“Ugh, just get me some hot water and I’ll be super-fine.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t want you coming down here on your own, you know?”

“Well, it’s definitely creepy down here.”

“Yep. Not a place to be on your own.” He straightened up and walked to a board with switches and buttons to the side of the cabinet. Synthya looked around them. She really had no intention of coming down here again once the hot water would be turned on and she could chill in the hot bath she longed for so dearly. As her eyes wandered, she noticed something inside the cabinet, leaning against the side and she took a few steps towards it. It was an old baseball bat. She picked it up and turned to Josh.

“What’s that doing here? Is that yours?”

“You bet it’s mine.” He smiled, taking it in his hand. “I used to play ball with my dad all the time. Of course, that was before he got too busy to hang out with me… oh well, save it for the couch, right?” She gave a compassionate look as he put the baseball bat down on the ground and got back to fixing up the boiler. “Okay, lemme see what I can do with this old hot water machine.” He turned a switch, but an empty click sound was all he got so he walked back to the cabinet and handed the flashlight to Synthya. “Here, can you… can you hold this?”

“Sure.” She took it and was about to bent over to light up the interior of the cabinet for Josh when a noise echoed around the basement and she instantly stiffened up, glancing around worriedly, moving the flashlight to the side. “What was that?”

“What was what?” He asked, one knee on the ground, before moving on. “Just shine it here so I can see what I’m doing.” After a moment, he straightened up. “Nice one. Ok, first things first: we gotta increase the water pressure before we get the boiler fired up.

“Uhm… sounds kinda complicated.”

“No, it’s actually pretty simple.” He said, now standing in front of the panel with the buttons and switches. She approached it as he returned to the cabinet. She turned the switch, waited a couple of seconds and pressed a button with a little flame symbol on it when the red light right above it lit up. She looked up at the huge boiler sitting behind as a loud noise sounded throughout the basement.

“Whoa!!”

“That’s more like it! All right! Five, girl.” She smiled with a laugh, and she high fived him as he held up his hand. Josh closed the boiler cabinet and came back next to her when another strange noise suddenly caught her attention and she turned around, frightened.

“What the hell is that…?” She asked in a whisper, glancing at Josh and he shrugged.

“Could be a lot of things… and none of them nice.” He teased, with an overly dramatic tone, tickling her arms to mimick spiders crawling on her. She turned around instantly. “I’m just… just “joshing” ya.”

“Ha-ha-ha.” She faked laughed and ended up chuckling for real, shaking her head.

“You were really freaked out.” He observed, a smirk on his face.

“I was not scared.” She protested, knowing damn well that she was totally scared, scared shitless.

“No, no, you just jumped because you wanted to squeeze in some aerobics?”

“Totally. You didn’t know your girlfriend was into fitness nowadays?” He shook his head with a chuckle. Then, there was another noise, followed by another and another, like something was hitting on the pipes. “Okay, so you hear that too, right?” He stepped past her, frowning. “Josh…?”

“…What?”

“The rhythm’s like, weirdly regular…” She noted.

“Not… no… nothing “regular” about it.”

“I’m gonna check it out.” Synthya declared, swallowing harshly. She was freaked out but somehow not as much as in the forest.

“What? Why?” Josh inquired.

“I’ll be fine.”

“It’s probably just like, not anything.”

“Why don’t you hold down the fort while I make sure?”

“Okay, whatever you say, madam.” She held tight onto the flashlight as she walked down a hallway towards where the noises were coming from, her free hand hanging down her body as she fidgeted her fingers anxiously. She might have been a brave person, but she was still pretty scared. She swallowed harshly, taking one step at a time. Suddenly, a masked man came from behind the corner of the wall and jumped, screaming as she ran out of the basement with Josh. In the panick, she pushed a mattress on the ground. The mysterious man tripped over and grunted. Her breath was quickening, and her face was distorted by fear. She felt like when she and the twins had been chased into the forest by this scary man. It was almost as though the muscle memory kicked in and she ran as fast as she could. In her mind, and whether or not it was true, her life was in danger right now. Synthya ran into the door, feverishly forcing on the handle, trying to get the door to open, letting fearful cries out along with some swearing in various languages, a mix of russian and greek, mostly. When she saw that the man had stopped down the flight of stairs leading to the door, she stared at him.

“…What?” She caught her breath, only feeling now that her cheeks were wet, and she had cried a little. She cleared her throat, wiping the tears, staring at the man who started laughing and booing like a ghost. “…what the hell?”

“Boom! You just got monked!” He lowered the hood, revealing his face and she made an annoyed face upon finding out it was Chris. She had gone through such intense up and downs in the last minute that she just stood there, not really knowing how to react.

“Nice. Nice one. That was good.” Josh giggled behind her.

“Why w… why would you do that?” She inquired.

“There’s all this old movie crap down here. What, was I… was I not supposed to take advantage of the opportunity?”

“Are you… are you serious? I—” She had almost snapped and unpacked what had happened to her in that forest, a year ago but she let the words die in her throat as she sighed and turned to Josh, slapping him on the chest, pushing him lightly. “Were you in on this putz?”

“Nope. But I wish I was! That was too good.” He laughed. Of course, if he knew what she had went through and what this stupid prank had reminded her of, he wouldn’t be smiling and laughing like that but still, she didn’t say anything. It didn’t feel like the right time to trauma dump. She took a deep breath while the two boys high fived and she followed them, silent. Josh locked the door behind them and put the flashlight on the piece of furniture by the door to the cinema room before catching up with them as they climbed up the stairs to the living room. Ashley walked up to them, looking at Chris in disbelief.

“What… in god’s name… are you wearing?”

“I found my true calling.” He joked, pretending to give her a blessing. Synthya chuckled, shaking her head and climbed up the stairs to go to the bathroom. She could hear Ashley, Chris and Josh chatting downstairs, talking about the Ouija board but she had had enough for the night. She desperately needed that hot bath, to calm down and relax and maybe, enjoy a moment on her own, without anyone’s company.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (08/24/2022) by Andrea

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ukai keishin - grumpy

amy!!!! ty so much for the request- i really admire your writing and i hope you like this!!!]

Summary: just a snapshot of your relationship with keishin

Contains: NFSW, 18+, no reader pronouns, reader has a vagina, new relationship/established relationship, soft smut, slight mention of relationship issues.

ukai x reader

word count: 4k

cross posted: ao3

The woody vine digs into the pad of your thumb as you pluck another pepper. The repetition has dug a noticeable indentation into the skin, one that makes you wince every time you harvest a vegetable. In the low light of pre-dawn, sun still tucked behind the mountains, you can't see the bruising on your fingers, but you can feel how it pulses. Popping the digit into your mouth, the warmth of your tongue is automatically soothing, so much so that you can ignore the soft taste of soil on your skin.

“I told you to bring gloves.” Keishin chides, barely looking up at you. He’s squatted a couple feet away, elbows resting on his thighs as he works. The rubber boots, with his oversized overalls crammed into the top, squeak every time he shifts. Pick, squeak, pick, squeak. You open your mouth to tease him, but the way his eyes meet yours, steeled and firm, tell you he’s not in the mood. Cinching his teeth around the worn leather, he pulls his hand from the glove and leaves it dangling from his mouth, lips curled to avoid touching the dust directly. Even in his goofy attire, there’s something about his focus- the downward cast of his eyes, the hint of his canine over the leather, the steadiness of his hands- that makes your heart flutter. Wordlessly, he takes the glove out of his mouth and tosses it your way. You catch it with a fumble.

“Are you sure?” you ask as you pull it on. The tips of the glove gap above your fingertips, bending outward as you clench your fist.  “What about you?”

He shrugs and returns to work. Even in the darkness you can see his scowl. “I guess I’m not as delicate as you.”

You didn’t blame him. He doesn’t mean to be this… grumpy. This was the worst time of year for Keishin; harvest season overlapped with volleyball preliminaries. The late nights he had been pulling with the team after work on top of these early mornings at his family’s farm had to be draining. It was no wonder that date nights had become nearly nonexistent. It didn’t help that your work schedule often led to you working on the weekends, meaning that between the two of you there were no free days. Sleepovers are far and few between; both of you still live at home and, despite the fact you are both well into your twenties, your parents weren’t too keen on your sleeping next to someone while unwed. No free days, no free nights.

Again, you didn’t blame him. It wasn’t like he was trying to avoid you, three jobs was a lot for anyone. It was hard to ignore your concern for his well-being, but he was always quick to dismiss your worries. ‘I’m an adult.’ he always insisted. ‘I can balance myself.’ 

Was it selfish to miss him? Was it selfish to wish there was an extra hour in his day for you? 

“You didn’t have to come.” Ukai says, matter-of-fact. “You should be sleeping right now.” 

“I want to be here.” you insist. It’s almost a lie. Do you really want to be here, squatting in the dirt, picking vegetables at 5:30am? Of course not, but you wanted to be here for him. With him. 

The metal thermos at your feet wobbles as you adjust, the deep squat you’ve been sitting in starting to ache deep in your thighs. Dropping forward onto your knees, the gravel of the path digging into your kneecaps, you wrap your hands around the metal, pressing it against your chest to feel the ambient warmth. The blonde doesn’t turn from his work, but he does tilt his head towards you, a small sign of his attention.

“You gonna hold it or drink it?’ 

You huff before taking a delicate sip, trying to avoid burning your lips. “I’m savoring it, ‘Shin.”

“ ‘Savoring it.’ ” he repeats. The grit of sleep still clings to his voice. He sounds weathered, tired. “Are you gonna let me ‘savor’ some of that?”

“Maybe.” you take another sip before placing the cup back down, this time closer to him, a silent invitation. It’s like trying to feed a stray cat, luring him in with the promise of something tasty. “If you’re good.”

A long moment passes and he doesn’t move, he just studies you. There may have been a flicker of a smile, a hint of a good mood hiding underneath the surface, but it's gone before you can process it.

“You know.” he says, “I don’t know how you do it.” he continues working with bare hands and, even without protection, he works so much faster than you. You can tell he’s been doing this for years; every twist of his wrist seems practiced. It’s something you try and emulate each time you’re here with him, but it only slows you down more. 

“Do what?”

Keishin finally stops. He chews his cheek for a moment, eyes flickering across your features. He opens his mouth, then shuts it with a sigh as he weakly gestures to the thermos at your feet. “The coffee. How do you make the coffee?”

You can’t help but sigh as you fall back onto your seat. You cross your legs as you grab the thermos, taking a deep pull. Again, you savor it with a hum and Keishin snorts at your antics. He picks from the row of plants once more before standing. Hands on the back of his pelvis, he stretches slowly, popping his back with the same care an old man would. It reminds you of his grandfather, but you keep that remark to yourself. 

“ ‘Shin, you make yourself coffee every day- probably the same way I do.” you say as he plops himself next to you. The cup is already waiting for him when he reaches for it.

“But yours is always better.” he doesn’t say it with the sweetness of a compliment- he says it like a fact. It shouldn’t make you smile this wide, but it does. He blows over the lid of the mug, watching the steam twist into the air for a moment before taking a drink. It was your coffee, but  you had made it for him- just a splash of cream, a crazy amount of sugar: just the way he likes it.  The crinkle at the corner of his eye as drinks tells you that he notices. 

“Are you savoring it?” you ask. He just closes his eyes and sighs.

"I guess I am."

Even without looking, his pinky finds yours, looping together gently. It's the gloveless hand, finding yours. Bare skin against bare skin, warmth against warm. Your body prickles with warmth as he squeezes; something about him pulling you closer, even if it’s just a finger’s width closer, makes your heart jump.  It’s funny how the smallest gesture makes you melt. Keishin didn’t always have a lot to give you; your relationship was a collection of these small moments together, settled between his jobs and yours, but it was enough. 

Every moment together is restorative.

“Cinnamon.” you press a kiss into his shoulder as you snag your cup back. He peeks at you through one open eye,  “I put cinnamon in the coffee.”

Keishin leans into you, resting his head against your shoulder. He nuzzles into your sleeve, drawing in a deep breath, before pulling away to sit up straight again. Reaching back into the row of plants before you, he plucks one carefully before dropping it into the bucket. “Nah, that’s not it.”

You blink. “Uh, yeah. It is.”

“Nah. It’s because it’s made with love.” he smirks.

You pretend to think for a moment. "Actually, I didn't make this cup with love- so you're wrong."

He rolls his head back to watch you. "Oh yeah?"

"I made it with hate." 

"Really." he tilts his body, chest pressed against your shoulder.

"You didn’t taste my loathing?" you tease.

The tip of his nose grazes your ear, nudging you softly. His breath warms the side of your face, lips just a moment from your skin. He’s patient, waiting for you to come to him. You try and resist for just a moment, but he nudges you with a huff. 

You can’t help but crumble.

 There’s a hint of a chuckle as you finally turn to meet his lips. The kiss is off center, connecting at the corner of your mouth. You try to pull back to correct it when a leathered hand grips on to your jaw and he holds your face steady, squishing your lips with sheer force. Ukai doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping your lower lip before dipping into your mouth. He tastes like coffee and cinnamon, sweet and bitter. With every movement, he savors you, pulling you deeper and deeper until the both of you are twisted into each other's embrace. 

When he pulls away, it’s too soon. It’s not until he’s panting against you that you realize your own lungs are burning for air, almost as if your hunger for him had outweighed your need to breathe.

He hums thoughtfully. “I dunno, tastes like love to me.”

You roll your eyes, trying to bite back your smirk as you lean in for another kiss. “God, you’re the worst, Shin.”

This time, he doesn’t connect. Instead, he pulls away, mouth downturned once again as he stares back into the sea of green. It’s an unfocused stare, focused more on his thoughts than his surroundings. 

“Yeah, I kinda am, aren’t I?”

“Hey, what-” you struggle with what to say. “Don’t be like that.”

“I mean, it’s true.” he shrugs. “This is our first date in, what? 3 weeks? And we’re working on my fucking grandpa’s-”

Your elbow cracks against the soft of his ribs, a bit harder than necessary. He wheezes slightly as you knock the air out of him. “Negativity be gone.”

He whines a bit too dramatically. “Oh my god, what’s wrong with you? Did you learn that from Sugawara? I’m never letting you watch a game ever again.”

It’s hard to hold back your smirk. “I mean- it worked! I’m not going to let you ruin the moment with your nega-!”

“Shut up for a second!” he says and this time he’s the one throwing an elbow. “I’m trying to apologize for being a shitty boyfriend!”

“You shut up!” you mirror him, but he’s ready this time. His response is quick, catching your arms against his. You two continue, poking back and forth roughly, laughter bubbling up. “You don’t need to apologize for being busy!”

“Well, I’m going to.” he grabs the edge of your shirt, leaning into you once again. “Come here and accept it.”

The gravel shifts under your feet as you scramble to stand, pulling out of his grasp. He watches you in confusion as you back away, but his look quickly transforms into something playfully predatory. The shift is wordless, but both of you understand the game that’s about to unfold. 

“Come. Here.”

“No way.”

You turn on your heel and run. Keishin’s quick, grunting with effort as he throws himself forward. The sound of his shoes, squeaking against the rock, is faster than you anticipate and you have to force your legs to pump quicker. The  cool morning air burns your throat as you barrel down the row, the dew covered leaves brushing against your arms and leaving wet stripes. Something about the simple act of moving dissolves all your tension, all your worries. 

You turn your head to check in on your pursuer. Keishin is behind you, running with just as much force as you, but he’s grinning ear to ear with breathless laugh. It’s not his usual mischievous grin, but a soft one. A relaxed one. His baseball cap is halfway off of his head, caught by the wind, but he doesn’t reach to save it. He’s too busy reaching for you.

Everything is quiet except the two of you, laughing breathlessly as you chase each other like children. The sun has just started to crest the mountains, illuminating the sky with a blur of pastels. The pink of the sky reflects in his hair, catching in the glint of his eye as his gaze meets yours, and something in your brain tells you that you’ll remember this exact moment for the rest of your life.  You want the moment to freeze, to stay  in this childish bliss forever-

-but, of course, it doesn’t.

The rubber toe of Keishin’s boot catches a rock, sending him tumbling forward into a slow fall. He stumbles, catching himself for a moment before falling onto his knees, then his face. With a wince, he rolls on to his back, arms and legs spread eagle in defeat. Oversized pants, chunky boots, a stupid baseball cap: he looked more like an exhausted toddler than an adult. You slow to a jog, trying to pretend his fall wasn’t absolutely hilarious, but your stomach is clenching with the repressed laughter. Backtracking, you join his crumbled form.

“You okay?” you’re panting much harder than you should be. God,  shouldn’t the smoker be less athletic? 

“No, I think I’m really hurt.” 

“Where? Your knees?” you drop to your knees immediately and reach for him, taking his hands in yours. The palm of his non gloved hand is scraped, but there’s no sign of blood. 

“My ego.” he groans, “I think I bruised it.”

You  let out something that isn’t quite a sigh or a groan. “You jerk.” you lean down and place a kiss on the bridge of his nose, right over where it crinkles when he smiles. “You had me worried for a second.”

He cranes forward to press his lips against yours, but only going as far as to brush his lips against yours. Every movement of your lips is a ghost against his, each breath more present than the feeling of skin. Each kiss is just a tease, barely a taste, and it makes you feel hungry. His hand circles your waist before drawing a line up your spine and your hunger deepens, burning deep into your core.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately.” he says against your skin, hand guiding you closer to him. You lay down next to him, resting your head on his bicep. It should feel silly, to be laying in the dirt, in the middle of the field, but there’s something so natural about being with him that makes you forget about your surroundings. There’s something natural and unadulterated about being quiet with each other.

“It won’t be like this forever, I promise.” he’s the first to break the silence. “One day, we’ll see each other every day. Just- be patient with me.”

You kiss his shoulder. “You’re worth the wait.” you place another one a few inches upwards. “I miss you, but you’ll always be worth the wait.”

Ukai rolls, throwing a knee over your hips to loom over you. His bangs tickle your forehead as he kisses you. It’s short. “I miss you.”

He places another peck on your lips. “Every day.”

Another kiss catches you off guard. “Every night.” 

Another one. This one is long enough for you to kiss back. “Constantly. I miss you constantly.”

You hook a leg over his ass, fingers starting to fiddle with the buttons holding his overalls up. “Prove it.”

He hesitates. Tilting his head up, he holds his breath as he scans the row, searching for any signs of movement in the distance. Until now, you had forgotten that other people even exist. The air is still, only the distant sound of crows cutting through the silence. His muscles relax against you after a moment, gaze returning to study your features. 

“I missed you.” he leans in and breathes into the shell of your ear before sinking his canines into the lobe. The sharpness sends you keening in surprise, pressing yourself farther into him. He takes the opportunity to tuck his arm under the arch of your back, using the angle to hold your hips against his, his forming bulge pressed right against your core. Your hands are still twiddling with the clasp on his overalls, your proximity to him making the simple task much harder than it should be. Every one of his movements is pulling you into him, like he can’t get you close enough to be satisfied. He sucks on the soft on your neck finishing the hickey off with a bite.

“Why’d you wear these stupid, ugly pants?” you huff as you finally free a button. Ukai breaks away from your neck to laugh before tracing his tongue across the bruise. The warmth surprises you and you can’t stop the whine that escapes you. 

“Fuck off.” his free hand easily unclinches your pants before shoving them down. The denim digs into the plush of your thighs as he struggles to place himself between your legs. The ground is cold and coarse against your bare skin, but you can’t focus on anything other than the heat of his breath trailing down your neck.

“Fuck- I missed you.” he repeats as you finally unclasp his overalls and slide them down. They hang off his hips, just low enough for his erection to hang over the fabric, his dooling cockhead resting against your stomach. Firmly, he taps his cock against you with a soft thwack, watching the translucent strings of precum connecting you stretch and break. It dribbles on the hem of your shirt and you want to admonish him for it, but when your eyes meet, his blown out pupils take your words away. The way he watches you, eyes hazed over with lust, is borderline feral. All you can do is kick down a pant leg, freeing your leg and allowing it to fall farther open for him.

Keishin slides further down you, greedily dragging the spongy head of his cock through your folds, gathering your slick. Each pass across your clit makes you twitch, thighs squeezing around his hips.  With a wolfish grin, he splits your cunt with his free hand and whistles at the sight. 

“I missed this pretty little pussy.” he pressed forward unceremoniously and the head of his cock squeezes into you with a pop. The stretch aches, but something deeper in you is burning for more. “Fuck, look how wet you are… “

He’s quick to bottom out, slamming his hips into yours as if he can’t hold back any longer. His eyes are struggling to stay open as he rolls his hips against you faster, struggling to continue watching your poor pussy struggle to take him. The weeks without him have left you desperate, hips uncontrollably bucking against his. The rhythm is off, your bodies struggling to keep up with each other and just ending up slamming against each other unevenly. It’s wild,  it leaves you breathless but your approaching high is so painfully close, neither of you can slow down to gather yourselves.

“You’re so good, fuck, so tight…” his head lolls forward, eyes fluttering closed, “You… so good… so hot… fuck, I missed you.”

Your hands wander up the front of his shirt, nails scraping against his chest. “Ple-ase, Keishin.” you beg, too breathless to say anything else. The sound of your voice makes him crumple over with a whine, fingers digging painfully hard into the fat of your hips as he struggles to pull you impossibly close. His cock twitches, spilling pulse after pulse of hot cum deep inside you. 

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” he murmurs, hips dragging out of you slowly. The movement makes you feel sloppy, the mixture of his cum and yours spilling down the crack of your ass. The sheer lewdness of it makes your core clench with desire, but the fading heat in your core makes you feel borderline nauseous. 

As you begin to untangle yourself, trying to hide your disappointment, he pulls you back in.

“Don’t.” he whispers into your chest. “I’m not- I’m not done with you.”

Ukai’s headband has slipped backwards, barely hanging on to the back of his head. The mess of blonde, half of it plastered to his forehead, tickles your cheek as he kisses your cheek. The edge of desperation is gone, replaced with something gentler, as he rolls back into you. Every bit of friction has been replaced with the slick, warmness of his cum. 

“I wanna wake up next to you every day.” Something about cumming has made him sappy. His hand dips low to circle your clit, tracing those practiced patterns you love so much. This time, instead of a fast, dangerous rise, the heat inside you pours slowly, like magma flowing through your core. 

“I’m going to buy you a big ol’ house.” he mumbles into your chest, looking up at you through his eyelashes. “And a pretty little ring. And -oh fuck you feel so good-  and, and you’re never gonna miss me again.” 

God, the term making love is corny, so impossibly cringey, but as he whispers those promises into your skin, you understand it. It’s more about the need to feel closer, the need to hold and be held. It’s three weeks of emotions that neither of you can vocalize.

Fuck, you feel so full. Physically, emotionally. Every caress is tender, delicate and appreciative. Your thumbs trace over his crow’s feet and for the umpteeth time this morning, you savor the moment. 

“I wanna be with you forever.”

Everything feels in focus- the friction of his jeans against your knees, the fabric clinging to your stomach, prickled with sweat, the ministrations of your lover’s lips against your skin as he whispers sweet nothings into you- but everything fades as you cum. Your orgasm hits slowly; you don’t even know you’re there until your legs are kicking out uncontrollably. Fingers tangled in the cotton of his shirt, you keen one last time. In the blur, you’re faintly aware of him joining you, his words dissolving into whines.

It takes a heartbeat for everything to still again. Keishin tilts his head up, studying you for a moment before speaking. 

“‘M so tired.” he essentially collapses on you, knocking the air out of your lungs. The lay he goes immediately slack in your arms would have been cute if whte weight of his body wasn’t pressing our bare skin into the gravel under you.  “I’m gonna nap.”

After quickly ruffling his hair, you press him up, gentling encouraging him to get off. “Come on, sleepyhead, your grandpa’s gonna start looking for us if we’re gone for too long.”

Keishin grimaces, propping himself up onto his elbows as he withdraws from you. The air against the mess on your thighs makes you shiver. “Please don’t mention the old man while I’m still inside you.”

He falls back into his heels and leaves you laying there. Before adjusting himself, he takes your bare leg by the ankle and tries to slip your pant leg back on. The hem gets caught on your heel and he fumbles.

“I can dress myself, Shin, you don’t have to.” you sigh, even as you adjust to make it easier. Denim sticks to your wet skin and he continues to work, completely ignoring your protest. As you lift your hips, letting him slide it past your waist. “Did you mean it?” 

He hums a question, buttoning your pants.

“You really wanna spend the rest of your days with me?”

Ukai looks up at you. “Well. Yeah, of course.” he smiles, “Who else is gonna put cinnamon in my coffee?”

[inkdemonapologist]

[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

nEW SESSION (summary here!), where there’s been an unexpected development to the music issue and its time to [checks my notes] taLK TO THE PROPHET AND BREAK INTO SUSIE’S APARTMENT??? Also, the Prophet and Joey have made.... a truce(???), Prophet is concerned Sammy isn’t going to stay on task now that music is returning and has left him a sort of alarming note, and Jack is uh, trying to hold, too many things, maybe some things he shouldn’t be holding, Jack please put those things back,

anyway heres a stack of out-of-context quotes from our session under the readmore:

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Jack] My favourite thing is, there are so many reasons that Henry could've avoided things that I have no idea WHY Henry isn't affected. [Jack] Like, is he not affected because his art isn't a performance? Is he not affected because he warded his house? Is he not affected because he'S FILLED WITH GLOWING BLOOD?!?

[Jack] He got as far as feeding his cat, and I feel like feeding cat isn't a performance-- [Sammy] Not usually, not unless you sing a song to your cat, which-- [Jack] Awww! [Sammy] -- which, now that I've said that, sounds like something Jack would do actually,

[Sammy] Ohhhh, that's right, Joey just heard some people play some bad notes and start panicking, and then he stood up and passed out, [Jack] Which is probably how Sammy feels every time he hears people mess up music!

[GM] He finds news on the radio, but they’re not talking about that right now. [Joey] What are they talking about? [GM] Something mundane; business or sports or something. [Jack] The, the sportsball team, got a…..uh….. a, a point. Congratulations, sportsball,

[Joey] If the sportscasters sound normal, then Joey is instantly VERY ANGRY.

[Henry] Henry’s not very musically inclined, but he knows some songs, [Sammy] Like, can you hum Twinkle Twinkle Little Star -- [Jack] “Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”

[Jack] Jack has made a vague list of the kinds of people who seem to be affected. [Jack] There’s also “NOT HENRY?????” with a bunch of question marks in this list.

[GM] He’s told that Peter is out of town for a week. [Jack] Hmm. [Sammy] PETER WHERE ARE YOU GOING? [Jack] Hmmmmmm. [Sammy] Jack, is Peter coming here, to check on you, [Jack] HMMMMMMMMMMMMM,

[Sammy] *exasperated* NPCs Stop Getting Involved In The Occult Challenge [Henry] Stop Getting Involved In The Occult Or Draw 25

[Joey] Peter had never seen a Bendy cartoon, and this needed to be fixed. [Joey] The premier is this weekend, and he sent tickets to Pete to correct this, error, in his ways. [Jack] ...I think it is very slowly dawning on Jack, that this means that Pete has been pulled directly into yet another… supernatural nonsense... [Sammy] WE DIDNT DO THIS ONE!!

[Sammy] I CAN’T BELIEVE PHONES ARE THE ANTAGONIST OF THIS ADVENTURE

[Henry] Oh wait--! oh, no, nevermind, I forgot he and Allison probably aren’t together yet. [Sammy] Yeah, I think they just met; they had a meet-cute where they found out they both like Frankenstein and that’s it. [Jack] They actually got married today, since nothing else was happening at the Studio, [Sammy] That’s why Allison hasn’t shown up, she was busy getting married!

[GM] Bendy might’ve been keeping tabs on Henry, but it depends I guess on how distressed Joey is seeming. [Joey] Joey is probably just going to bury his sorrow in studying magic. [GM] Okay! That’s fine and normal Joey behaviour!

[Sammy] Sammy will note that nothing got done in the music department, because he has good priorities.

[Jack] I like the idea that it’s just like, when the teacher isn’t in, and nobody does the work the substitute teacher gave you, [Jack] Everyone’s just playing pokemon in the back, [GM] I thought you were going to say “poker,” but I like the way you ended the sentence better.

[Jack] HMMMMMM. I wonder if we know, any suspicious women, who were around on that specific day, who are known to have, skill and interest in magical things,  [Joey] And also were aware of the cutouts, [Sammy] *cheerfully* Yeah, weird! Anyway!!!!

[Jack] Sammy was acting weird about Allison. Far too agreeable for a Sammy!

[Sammy] *talking about Prophet* If you want to lock him in somewhere, or restrain him, I’ll cooperate. [Jack] Just handcuff him to Jack! [Sammy] SAMMY IS UNEASY WITH THAT PLAN, [Jack] *laughing* What could go wrong! It’s not like Jack is significantly less strong or anything!!

[Jack] Not everyone makes up their entire self, Joey!!! (Affectionate)!!

[Sammy] I give my word, my sheep! [Henry] How good is your word? [Sammy] I mean. It’s pretty good.

[Henry] Henry’s trying to decide if it would be rude to doodle during this very serious conversation. [Jack] I mean, Jack is taking notes, so I feel like-- [Joey] --you can get away with fake note-ing. [GM] No one will know! [GM] Well, Bendy will know, because he’s up high. [GM] Ceiling Bendy

[Sammy] He’s not gonna give you a grade afterwards, like, this isn’t a lecture, [Jack] Time for Prophet Pop Quiz!

[GM] What’s Prophet writing? [Sammy] Um, I gotta think about this... [Jack] “Dear Frightened Shepherd, that Allison person sure is nice, isn’t she?” [GM] “What’s up with everyone ragging on her?” [Joey] “I think I have finally found a way to bridge the gap between us!” [Jack] “I think you need to replace your sheep, they seem kind of suspicious for no reason,” [Jack] “To Do List: Get Better Sheep”

[Sammy] Does this feel like something that’s trying to take his focus, like, very compelling creative ideas? [GM] Yes. [Sammy] ...Prophet will write “don’t get distracted” five more times.

[GM] His mind is abuzz with thoughts of dancing and actoring, [GM] Ideas to be the best Joey ever! [Jack] Oh no.

[Joey] He will wave at the cutout and make a “come here” motion. [Joey] Though also, he’s looking at the cutout like, I’m not quite sure how this works, but I’m going to trust you that it works! So I’m going to do this and see if Bendy shows up! [Jack] Like someone trying to learn how to do phone video calls for the first time, [Joey] YES. Joey’s actually like really close to the cutout, and the motions -- you can make them out, but it’s really awkward,

[Sammy] They’re in no danger. I will take care of the Shepherd’s sheep. [Jack] ...JACK’S BEEN DOWNGRADED!! He’s no longer PROPHET’S sheep!

[Joey] I like how everything Prophet says really just feels like, Knife Cat face.

[GM] You could probably make a Mythos roll to figure it out. [Joey] *rolls* Oh! Extreme success! [GM] Joey’s back!

[GM] Bendy will lead Joey back to the room, where hopefully there are three alive, non-fighting boys!

[Jack] Part of me was like, “What if Jack DOES turn into a cat…?! It’d be pretty hard to write things!” [GM] *laughs* We’ll keep that in our back pocket, in case Jack ever fails a Mythos check. [Jack] Meowthos check…

[Henry] I’m going to have Henry look, look with his Special Eyes.

[Sammy] *failing a roll* Prophet is just, NOT on the ball today, in any way shape or form. [GM] Really hard not to think about music. : ) [Sammy] Ohhhhhh boy, [Jack] Prophet just writes a note to Sammy that says “HOW do you LIVE like this???”

[Henry] Henry’s gonna try to scribble what he remembers of the symbol!  [Sammy] Didn’t we learn, from the last scenario, about reproducing weird symbols, [Henry] No.

[Joey] Did Joey get burnt? [GM] Make a dexterity roll! : ) [Henry] *mumbling* Y’all this entire building is made of wood. *Joey fails* [GM] 1 point of damage, you singe your hand -- on the plus side, you kind of were holding it as it burned up, so it doesn’t fall on the wooden floor. [Sammy] OH GOOD, we’re not LOCKED IN A CLOSET that’s about to burn down? GREAT!

[Joey] We could head over to the infirmary -- [Jack] Jack is already pulling the burn ointment out of his bag. [Jack] He’s prepared this time! [Jack] He’s been practicing, he knows what you’re all like,

[Joey] Joey will give him a smile that’s most recognisable as the “I know you will do good!” smile. [Sammy] Prophet will also smile! It is not a friendly smile. [Jack] It’s a “smile” in quotation marks, but it’s like, baring your teeth as an act of aggression. 

[Jack] Jack lets him go to do the call, but just before he picks up the phone, he says, “Don’t call him Petey.”

[GM] The phone rings, and is not answered. [Joey] Okay! Joey hangs up, says Peter checked into his room, but is not answering. Most likely asleep. [Jack] Half of my brain is going, “what if he’s just stood outside Jack’s house?” The other half of my brain is concerned about manias. I hope he’s not decided that now is a really great time to do more writing, and now he can’t stop, and this could go wrong-- [Jack] This is what Jack’s mind is doing, thinking of all the terrible possibilities. [Joey] While humming. [Jack] ...yes. He’s writing some very troubling lyrics.

[Sammy] *talking about Jack’s compulsive humming* Like Cornifer, [Jack] *starts humming Cornifer’s theme* Dangit, now it’s in my head, why would you do this to me? [Sammy] It’s in character! [Sammy] Method acting. : )

[Joey] Joey’s going to grab supplies to make sure Bendy can… hang around with them! [Joey] Sleepover supplies! Let’s grab your sleepover bag! :D

[Sammy] I don’t know why the idea of a wild Bendy running around across the rooftops is so cute to me… [GM] Probably on all fours, [Jack] Scampering,

[Jack] It’s a good thing Henry’s around because I don’t think Jack can… carry??? An entire Sammy??? [Jack] Like he’s good at holding but he’s not strong at holding.

[Joey] We’ve all been acting terrible for the last 24 hours… [Joey] WAIT. We’ve all been acting terrible for the last 24 hours!!!

[GM] Bendy hides under a blanket or something. [Jack] Comfey… [GM] Cozy boy, [Joey] Bendyrito. [Sammy] BENDYRITO,…….. [GM] Rolled up… snug...

[GM] Is everybody coming into the apartment, or just the two? [Jack] Hmmm….. Jack isn’t fond of either of these options. Going in is suspicious and weird; staying outside makes it look even more like they’re breaking in, to steal things, as opposed to, y’know, breaking in, for,,, “good” reasons(???) [Sammy] We’re not breaking in, we’re just walking into this apartment! What’s so weird about that?! [Jack] That’s breaking in. That’s what breaking in is, Sammy. [Sammy] They don’t have to know that we don’t belong here, maybe Susie gave us a key! [Jack] ...they heard us knocking. [Sammy] [Sammy] We’re BEING POLITE!! SHUT UP!!

[Henry] Jack, did you pick up kleptomania.. [Joey] I thought Jack picked up Being Prepared! [Jack] H-he’s just hoarding a little bit!! It’s fine!!! It’s very, useful, see, already Joey got injured!! It was useful to bring lots of things with him okay!!!!!!!!!

[GM] They do not have the police called on them, so that’s nice. [Sammy] Oh good! [Jack] Thank GOODNESS. [Henry] Love when that happens! [GM] If you guys got arrested, the Lurker’s just out in the car all night, [Henry] oh NO, [Jack] Worse punishment than jail… [Joey] Lurker learns how to drive for fun. [GM] *laughs* Gets curious, [Joey] “I said I wouldn’t leave the car, but--”

[Joey] WAIT. There’s a very important factor that we just decided but didn’t say. [GM] Oh? [Joey] If we have Henry heading home, and everyone else sleep over at Jack’s…. [Joey] ...the Lurker finally gets to meet a cat. *everyone gasps* [Jack] Oh that’s SO important

[Henry] And Henry will probably look at these, while in the car, to make sure they don’t have any gold writing on them-- [Sammy] Isn’t Henry driving??? [Henry] ……Henry is not going to look at them in the car,

[Sammy] We’re all going to bed, Sammy, you don’t need a banjo to sleep! [Joey] You might sleep worse if you have a banjo, actually. You might not stop.

[Sammy] Jack you wanna join us? We’re gonna just jam all night! [Jack] It really is Jammy… [Sammy] *laughs* TRUE Jammy!! Real Jammy Hours… [GM] That makes it a pyJAMa party… a real jammy jam…

[hobbitsnapes]

YOU GUYS ARE DATING

Corpse x MGK!sister reader

(Found this image on Pinterest so all credit goes to artist, if you know who it is please comment below so I can credit them)

A/N: this was requested by @heyitssab

Tree is tall of sex in this, but it’s more in a joking matter, plus corpse has stated he doesn’t mind as long as you are not a minor or send or tag him. I’m literally 2 years younger than him, and have no intentions of ever tagging him or sending him any of my work XD

Summary: how many idiots does it take to tell the brother and friend they’re dating? Apparently takes 2 very forgetful people, who kept their relationship secret without knowing it.

It had just been by chance, a small chance that he had been scrolling through his tags. liking and reposting art, when he saw a tag from someone he followed. He wrecked his brain for when he had followed her, coming up empty. She was cute, no denying the beauty she had as she laughed in the video. It was a clip from a stream that he didn’t know she had, as he couldn’t even remember her name, wearing his merch as it fit her snug. It fit her perfectly in fact, the large hood covering her face, hiding the flush to her face from her rather large chuckles that left her body. He couldn’t help but like the photo, and he couldn’t help but to press message either.

It was first only small likes to posts, an Occasional message, and a view on their livestreams, but that all changed when he spoke of the song he was working on with her older brother.

It all started that night, when both lay in their beds as they talked, laughed, and felt their hearts flutter each time they heard one another speak.

Her phone rang violently in her bag, nearly making her drop the to go bag all over the ground as she walked. “Hello?” She asked, as she held both bags with her hands as her shoulder gripped the phone as if it’d fall down a cliff. “Hey bug!” He exclaimed, making her chuckle as she heard the booming sound of his voice. She had always detested the nickname, as he gave it to her as kids due to her horrendous fear of the creatures. But, it brought more joy to her, as it reminded her of their youth. Having been adults for years, it was fun to hear such a childish name that’s stuck.

“Hey mopey.” She chuckled, as that was the name she gave him when he was in his emo phase that he never outgrew.

Both talked as she walked towards the elevator, mainly about how his day had gone as she silently listened.

She had always been this way, always the shyer of the two, the one to listen to others first before she said a word. He had teased her for it most of their childhood and teen life, but he had grown to love it, as he could let loose or rant to her about anything, and he knew she’d be there just to listen to him.

“So what’re you doing right now?” He asked, as she got into the elevator. “Just grabbed some dinner a few minutes before you called and nearly made me shit.” A smile painted on her face at his boisterous laughter.

“Are you at home?” He asked, as he heard the sound of the elevator beeping in the background. “No, I’m spending the night with my boyfriend.”

She had mentioned about a month prior that she was seeing someone, the joy it brought him to hear the excitement and joy in her tone as she gushed about their first date.

If this was 7 or 8 years prior, he would be bombarding her with questions about the man, who he was, where he lived, where he could meet him to find his intentions with his baby sister. But, in the last few years, he found himself feeling calmer whenever she’d mentioned her love life. He knew she was smart, and would never date a man who treated her poorly. The few breakups she had, they always ended amicably, her head still high as she told him. So, he never asked her any questions about the man, as he could tell from the few times she mentioned him, he could feel the love this man had for her, and Vice versa.

The strong barreling of her phone alerted them awake, both groaning out as she reached for her phone without lifting her head from his shoulder. “Hello?” She mumbled, voice slurred as the saliva was thick in her mouth, barely awake as she fought to listen in on who dares to wake them up.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, making her equally exhausted lover groan. She shifted off of him, laying on her back as he turned away from her, as to hopefully shut his eyes and fall back asleep. She was used to her brother's large voice, as it hardly phased her after growing up with him. “Colson, why are you calling me this ungodly hour?” “Oh come on, it’s not that early.” “Col its-“ She pulled her phone from her ear, eyes shutting violently as the bright light blinded her “5 o’clock in the morning. So again, I’m going to ask you, why did you call me at the asscrack of dawn?” “You don’t remember?” He asked, making her irritation grow. “No, that’s why I’m asking.” She says, as she rubbed her sleep crusted eyes. “You were coming up today to hang out with casie, remember?” Her hand stopped rubbing her face, as she felt her heart stop momentarily. “Wait, you mean today? I thought I was coming Friday?” “No, both of you settled on today, remember I told you that’s perfect because I have a day off?” She felt her heart pain as she heard the sadness in his tone, knowing he’s expecting her to bail. “Yeah sorry, I thought you meant Friday so I mixed it up, let me get ready and I’ll be out the door okay? Love you” she said, as she hung up the line.

Before she could even move, she felt his arm wrap around her body. A tired groan leaving his lips. “Nooo stayyyy.” He groaned, pulling her body to his. She smiled as she looked down at him, wrapping her arm on his chest and the other behind his neck. “I wish I could live, but I can’t.” Planting a soft kiss against his lips. “Stay in bed for a few more hours, please?” Her heart pulled at his tone, hearing just how tired he was. “I can’t, casies wanted me to come up for weeks now. And it takes a good 3 hours to get there. I wanna spend as much time as I can with them before it gets dark so I can get back safely.” He groaned at this, wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah but it’s only 5, it wouldn’t be safe to drive since we went to bed like, 2 hours ago.” “Yeah, and whos fault was that mister?” She teased, “hmm, sorry but I just couldn’t keep my hands to myself after not seeing you for a few days.” He mused, pulling her body closer to his, planting his lips against hers. A small hum left her lips as he pulled her thigh over his, grabbing the flesh harshly as their lips cascaded together. “Mm, no no no, you’re not gonna convince me to stay here just to go another round.” She said, as she got off from his warm body, throwing his large hoodie over her bare body. “Oh come on babe, are you sure about that?” He said, making her turn around to him. A small gasp left her lips as her eyes took in his milky white complexion. His honey brown eyes looking back at her with a small smile etched onto his face. His hair a tousled mess that resembled a bird's nest, some pieces falling onto his face. “Honey, I’ve been wanting to see my family for weeks now, I see you almost everyday and practically live here. I’ll be back tomorrow so I can grab more clothes from my place okay?” She placed a kiss to his lips, both holding one another in their arms. “I don’t know why you don’t just say fuck that place and just move in.” He mumbled, making her chuckle and heart warm. “Don't you think it’s a little soon though? I mean we’ve only been together a few months love.” “Yeah, but you’ve practically lived here since we got together, you literally just go there to get more clothes that you end up leaving here.” She looked into his eyes as she thought about his words. “Hm, I’ll think about it today okay?” She mused, planting a kiss to his lips. A soft okay leaving him as she got up.

“And babe, remember if you live here, we can have all the sex we want and not have to worry about driving to get one another.” He exclaimed, laughing at the loud honey she screamed from the bathroom.

She couldn’t help but laugh out as she watched, as her niece tried her hardest to braid her fathers grown out hair. It was near impossible not to, as pieces would fall out, resulting in her pulling them harsher, nearly pulling his eyelids back due to the tension from his temples. “Okay okay you’re gonna fuckin scalp me.” He chuckled , as all three bursted out in large laughter.

“So how’s school going this year?” She asked her, as she delicately painted her nails. Both of the girls had found themselves on the floor in front of the nice coffee table, as colson sat and chatted with them. “It’s going really well.” “Oh yeah? Make any new friends?” She teased. “I mean, kinda.” She couldn’t help but hear the wavering in her tone, spotting the faint blush dusting her skin. “Ohh, so there’s a someone eh?” She teased to her, making the preteen hide her face as to conceal the flush. “His names Garrett, and we both take social studies together. He always sits next to me at lunch, and we’ll draw on my notebook.” She gushed, making her smile. “Soo, do you think he likes you?” “I mean, that’s what everyone keeps saying.” “Yeah well don’t worry about it to much cas, you’re not dating anyone for many more years. You’re still a kid.” Her das said, making the young girls face fall.

Y/N knew he was only saying this to protect her, as he said the same thing to her growing up. “Hey, don’t be bummed out about it. He is right, you both are only 12 and should focus on school. But don’t worry, he’ll come around. He was just like that with me up until my current boyfriend.” She whispered, making the young girl chuckle.

“Speaking of which, how are you guys doing?” He asked, as she hadn’t mentioned hun to her in a while. He didn’t think it’d hurt to ask. “Great actually, we’re thinking of moving in together actually.” “That’s great! I’m really happy that y’all met.” “Yeah, I am too.” She hummed, a flush dusting her cheeks.

Both men laughed as they chatted on the phone, talking about anything that would come to mind. What was once only a collaboration for a song, turned into an amazing friendship that caused both of them to call at late hours just to shoot the shit.

A yawn left his lips, as he listened to colson ramble on about another song he was making. “Woah, you tired man?” Colson asked, shocked to hear the sound. “Yeah sorry, was up most of the night last night.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Were you feeling alright?” He asked, worry laced in his tone. He knew all about his friends illnesses, even once being on the other end of the phone during a bad spell one day.” “Oh yeah yeah yeah, was just, up with the misses last night.” He chuckled, a flush blooming on his cheeks. “Ohhh yeah? And how was it?” This shocked him, nearly feeling his heart stop. Like, does he usually know about his sisters sex life? He didn’t think much of it, as he knew just how close both were. “It was absolutely fucking amazing. Like I thought we’d be done for the night, fully tapped out but after like 5 minutes she’d be right back on me for another round.” He chuckled, his flush even worse than before. “Ayyyeee good for you corpse, glad to hear that puss is bussin.” He laughed at this, throwing his head back. “Yeah, it’s bussin bussin.”

Both men talk as they read from their phones, eyes wide in absolute awe of the love they received from the song. They had just dropped it a few days prior, not expecting the cry of joy from both fan bases.

He didn’t even look up from it when she walked in, until she bent down to plant a kiss to his forehead. “Sorry I had completely forgot about the tea I made you an hour ago, but I put it back on the stove to heat it up so if it’s twisting funky just tell me okay?” Before he could even thank her, both their heads whipped towards the loudness from the other line. “Y/N? Is that you? What in the hell are you doing there with corpse!” He didn’t sound angry, more shocked than anything, both of them looking at the phone in confusion. “I, I love here? Remember I told you like a month ago I was moving in with him?” “WHAT!” Both jumped at the loud scream. “Wait so you guys are dating!?” Both we’re even more perplexed, until it dawned on both of them. Their eyes wide as they turned their heads to one another slowly. “Wait you didn’t tell him?” “No? He’s one of your best friends so I thought you did!” “He’s your brother! So I thought you did!” Both whisper, until all three lay silent. That was until, the large cry of laughter that leaves the two, leaving colson even more confused. He wasn’t mad, not at all actually. More shocked and confused than anything. Until he started thinking, it does make sense, all the times they spoke about one another without him knowing, all the times they mentioned-“OH GOD!” He yelled, gagging violently, making them stop their laughing fit. “What's wrong? Why are you yelling?” She asks “like a month ago corpse was talking about how he was tired cause he was up all night having sex AND I HAD NO IDEA HE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU! OH GOD WAS THAT WHY YOU WERE LIMPING THAT DAY WITH CAS AND I!” Both laugh even harder, as they listen to his ever growing gags.

“So yeah,. That’s literally how we had no idea we were keeping the relationship secret from her brother.” He laughed, as he red the comments and listened to his friends' laughter. She sat beside him, head laying on his shoulder as he told the story. She couldn’t help but to look back up into his eyes, as he glanced down at her, planting a soft kiss to her lips. “Keep it pg guys.” Colson said from the other line, making them chuckle.

[mypoisonedvine]

Can u pls write something like dark!reader x steve rogers high school AU , where R is rich spoil brat & she always had a crush on steve but she always bully him by calling him skinny and all and Then yrs later, time changes her family discarded her from will and she becomes poor and need job, got hired for PA by dark ceo!steve rogers who she bullied her all school lifee😈😈

okay this is a lot for a headcanon but I don’t have time to do a whole oneshot BUT I also really like it so we’re gonna just make a longass headcanon here we gooooo

warnings for heavy dub con, choking, slapping, degradation (by steve), bullying (by the reader), abortion mention, brief mention of/implied assault.

“heyo pipsqueak” you called out to get steve’s attention, laughing when he frowned.  “looks like you grew a whole inch over summer, be sure to have your mom draw a line in pencil on the doorframe.”

he just rolled his eyes and got back to chatting with his friend.  not friends, friend, cause he only had one: bucky, who snarled at you as well.

“pick on someone your own size, if you can find somebody with as big a head as you,” bucky shot back, making you scoff.

“you know, it’s a shame you hang out with this deformed freak, you could’ve been popular.  you’ve got the looks for it.”

“I’d rather keep my brains, thanks,” bucky explained as you walked away with your posse of fellow popular kids.

you didn’t used to be so mean to steve.  it was sort of a comedy of errors, really.  you two had been friends in elementary school-- you, him, and bucky were the rambunctious trio up until middle school.  

things change for boys and girls in middle school.  guys just get along with each other and don’t think about it much.  girls, though... girls need to be sharp.  it’s eat or be eaten.  and you wanted to eat.

you were lucky that you developed early.  it meant that girls respected you and boys feared you-- not just for your attractive features but for the fact that you loomed a foot over most of them.

you started to take advantage of it.  and by the time you realized you had feelings for your best friend steve, it was already too late-- he was at the bottom of the food chain and you were at the top.  

you told your new girl friends that you wanted to take steve to the sadie hawkins.  they laughed at you.  for a moment, you felt what it was like to be outcast and you never wanted to feel it again.  so, you told steve and bucky that you’d grown apart.  and you were happy to just be former friends...

it was steve that started it.  he called you out.  he told you that you were nothing like who he used to know-- you had become vapid and cold and narcissistic.

“you’re so busy worrying about what other people think, you never take the time to think for yourself.”  that was what he said.  and it fucking hurt.

“saw you talking to your boyfriend steve the dweeb,” your friend tanya announced at lunch just a few minutes after that conversation.  and you were angry, and hurt, and truly friendless despite being surrounded by other popular girls.  so you said some things you could never take back.

“steve?  as if.  did you know he still sleeps with a security blanket?  and he has his friend bucky fight for him every week cause if he took a punch he’d crumble to dust?”

and so, mortal enemies were formed.  it only got worse in high school, as you fought to secure your title at the top while steve and bucky’s presence filled your heart with guilt and your gut with anger.

if only you’d known how quickly you could fall from your high horse.

it started when you dated tanya’s ex, brock.  she was made so she spread a rumor that you would fuck any guy on the football team, even all of them at once.

apparently, a lot of people believed it since tanya had been your sidekick since 6th grade.

two football players believed it.  and when you wouldn’t follow through on it, you got yourself a black eye.

that meant you missed school for a week because you couldn’t possibly show up looking like that.  tanya told everyone it was because you got grounded and sent away to church camp after your parents caught you in bed with one of the neighbors.  so now your reputation was ‘sleeps with football players and old men.’

only brock had been there for you.... but it turned out he had motives of his own.  you had originally planned to wait until college, but brock was clearly wanting something in return for putting up with dating pariah #1... so you let him take your virginity.

the condom broke.  when you dashed to the trash can to hurl in the middle of history class, you knew something was wrong.  (and lost that many more social points in the process.)

brock dumped you the second he found out you were pregnant.  didn’t even help you pay for the abortion.  he got back together with tanya and told her the real reason for your ‘medical absence’.  and that was the last straw for the former homecoming queen.

the humiliation drove you to some.... poor choices, for the next few years.  you tried not to think about them now, but it was hard not to when their consequences were staring you right in the face: no money, no job, nearly homeless, and desperate.

over a hundred job applications later, only one had called you back and scheduled an interview.  and you only needed one.

so there you were, waiting in the chilly lobby area while the receptionist typed away and chomped her gum, tapping your toes and glancing out the window occasionally.

you were surprised when you had been told your interview would be on the 51st floor.  you sort of assumed it would just be some random manager interviewing you, not somebody important enough to have a waiting room like this, or a view like this.

when a man stepped out from the nearby hallway, your eyes went wide.  he was tall, and handsome, and obviously muscular underneath the exquisite suit.  you suddenly felt underdressed in your hand-me-down business clothes.

then he called your name.  and you realized he was going to interview you.

you stood up and nodded.  “you can follow me to my office,” he instructed with a smile, leading you down the hall to the corner office.  you were in awe of the grandiosity of it all.  you were dumbfounded when you saw CEO on the door.

“there must have been a mistake,” you explained as he shut the door behind you.  “I... I’m just interviewing for an entry-level position.”

“no, there’s no mistake,” he shook his head, “I have you exactly where I want you.  take a seat.”

he circled his desk and sat on the other side of it, resting his elbows on the desk and giving you an oddly smug smile.  an awkward silence was finally broken when he realized, “you must not remember me.”

“I... have we met?” 

“I don’t blame you, I look pretty different,” he shrugged.  “I must’ve grown a whole inch this summer.”

you gave him a confused look before realization dawned on you, along with shame, and fear.

“oh... oh my god, Steve?!” you squawked.  he just grinned.  “you look... you look...”

“taller?”

sexy.

“you look great!” you said aloud instead.

“yeah,” he agreed, “wish I could say the same for you.”

you swallowed dryly.  “so that’s what you want,” you sighed, “to get back at me.  I understand.  I deserve it...”

“I don’t want revenge,” he denied.  “I’m just sorry to see you haven’t been... thriving, since high school.  your job history--” he scanned your resume briefly-- “well, you don’t have one.  have you been slumming it all this time?”

“without my parents’ money?  yeah,” you admitted.  

“surprised you applied here, instead of turning tricks on 5th and Columbus.”

your back straightened and your eyes went wide at that comment.

“I mean, you’re already dressed for it,” he smirked.

you stood up and crossed your arms.  “if you’re just going to insult me, then I’ll leave now.  I’m sorry for everything I did to you, steve,” you announced, voice shaky with oncoming tears.

“can you really afford to leave?” he pressed.  “if you have a chance at a job?”

that, unfortunately, got your attention.  “you... you might actually offer me something?”

“I will offer you something,” he corrected, “if you just sit down and listen.”

you relented, returning to your seat.  you could stand a lot more insults if there was money on the line.

“to be honest, there’s no way I can hire you for the position you applied for,” he sighed.  “you’re just underqualified.  but I think I can create a position for you.”

you liked the sound of that.  “what kind of position?”

“well, that’s tricky, seeing as you don’t have any skills,” he frowned, “except one.  so that’s the one I plan on using.”

the look in his eyes made it all too clear what he was referring to, but as you shrunk into the leather chair he went ahead and clarified.

“I’ll pay you whatever salary you saw in the ad.  but you won’t be doing data analysis or office management or anything like that.  all you’ll be doing is spreading your legs for me whenever I fucking want.”

fear shot up your spine; his eyes were devouring you, pinning you to the chair, and you tried to process that.  “I--”

“before you say anything,” he interrupted immediately, “let’s just be perfectly clear that this might be your only shot at a real job.  what I’m offering has better pay than stripping, and better benefits than hooking.  and unless you have any education or experience I don’t know about, you’re totally fucked.”

“seems like I’m fucked either way,” you mumbled, making him laugh.

“see, you’ve still got that sharp tongue,” he grinned.  “can’t wait to put it to better use.”

maybe it was just desperation for cash.  maybe it was because he was good-looking and you could do a lot worse.  maybe it was because, on some level, you felt like you deserved his punishment after how horribly you’d treated him.

“I’ll do it,” you sighed.  “when do I start?”

he stood up and reached across the desk to grab your neck, glaring at you.  “right now.”

his free hand was already fumbling with his belt, the one on your throat guiding you downwards.  “on your knees,” he instructed, and you slipped out of the chair and onto the floor.

he let go of your neck and you figured he was going to come to you, but instead he stood still and demanded: “crawl.”

debasing as it was, you crawled on your knees to his side of the desk, and he laughed at you bitterly.  when you reached his feet and popped back up, you gasped at the sight of his hard cock right in front of your face. it was bigger than your face.  and it was dripping precum.

“don’t get so bug-eyed, you can handle it,” he grinned.  “if your mouth’s as big as I remember...”

you didn’t want to hear any more.  you just wanted to get this over with, so you quickly took his head between your lips and started to suck.  you were shocked when he slapped you, hard enough to knock his length from your mouth and to make you reach up and clutch your stinging cheek.

“fucking whore,” he grimaced, “did I say you could put it in your mouth?  god, you’re so fucking desperate.  just open your fucking mouth and I’ll show you what I want, okay?”

you nodded and stammered an apology, looking up at him with watery eyes and an open mouth.  he swiped the latest drop of precum on your tongue before gliding his cock over it, grabbing your hair to keep you steady as he pushed himself to the back of your throat.

“fuck, that’s better,” he sighed.  “so much better when you just do what you’re told.  I remember how you used to be so cruel with this mouth.  now you’re being so welcoming...”

you just sat there and let him use your mouth, trying not to gag when he hit your throat.

“look up at me,” he instructed, “yeah, that’s it.  can’t have you forgetting who’s doing this to you, now can we?”

that went on for a bit longer until mascara-stained tears streaked your face, which he seemed rather proud of.

“damn, wouldn’t mind having you swallow my come right now,” he admitted, “but I have bigger plans.  get up, bend over my desk.”

you coughed briefly when he pulled out, but did as you were told.  he instantly yanked your skirt up over your ass and spanked you several times roughly, making you sob and whine.

“wanna see this ass all bruised up in the shape of my hand,” he explained.  “so we can both remember how hard I fucked you.”

he tore your panties like they were paper, chuckling when he found you already wet.

“dripping already, just from choking on my cock?  poor baby...”

you spread your legs slightly, though you were sure nothing was going to adequately prepare you for his size.

“you figured out how to use birth control since graduating, right?” he asked, and you nodded quickly.  “good.  cause I’m not using a condom,” he continued as he let his cock glide over your folds, groaning slightly, “and there’s no way in hell I’m pulling out.”

he pushed forward in one brutal stroke, making you cry out loudly.  you really hoped these rooms were mostly soundproof.

“shit, you’re tight,” he hissed, already pulling back and thrusting back in.  “clearly you recovered from your years of slutting it up in high school.”

“that-- that wasn’t true,” you defended.

“oh, just shut up,” he growled.

he fucked you fast and deep, his hips pushing yours into the edge of his desk with each thrust.  his hands pinned you down at your shoulders, another reminder that you were entirely at his mercy.

“fuck, this is just what you needed... somebody to put you in your place.  makes sense that it should be me, since you hated me so much.”

“I didn’t h-hate you,” you hiccuped. 

“yeah, you wanted me, didn’t you?”

“always,” you admitted.

“wanted my fat fuckin’ cock to tear up your pussy?  is that it?”

“yes,” you moaned, “yes, steve, wanted to be yours.”

“even when I was skinny and short?”

“even when you hated me,” you added.

he growled slightly and you felt your walls tighten around him suddenly.  he chuckled, clearly aware that you were enjoying this.

“you want more, baby?  want me to fuck you harder?”

“whatever you want,” you answered instead.  “just use me however you want.”

he moaned and leaned down to cage your body in with his.  “fuck, baby... you’re taking this better than I thought you would.  such a good girl for me, huh?  such a good little slut.  want me to use you, baby?  take all my anger out on you?”

“yes,” you whispered, sobbing when he began to fuck you more brutally than you thought possible.  but it felt good.  so good that your legs were shaking, so good that you felt even better when he tugged your hair.

“yeah, gonna come on my cock, aren’t you?” 

you nodded and bit your lip.

“m’ close too,” he admitted, “you’re gonna be so full of my come, it’s gonna be dripping down your legs when you walk out of here...”

your orgasm made your body shake and your eyes roll back.

“fuck, I can feel you coming,” he groaned, “fuck, just like that-- fuck!”

you felt his warmth fill you as his cock flexed against your walls.  you were busy trying to catch your breath when he slumped down on top of you and pushed the air from your lungs.

“damn... didn’t think I was gonna come that fast,” he sighed.  “see what you do to me?  fuck, I knew this was a good idea.”

sure, it felt good, but you were sure he was only going to get rougher and meaner the longer this went on.  you couldn’t imagine how you were going to get out of here without somebody noticing your wrinkled clothes, messed-up hair and, as he’d pointed out himself, come all over your thighs.

“guess I’ll see you at 8am tomorrow, huh?” he chuckled, giving you an unexpected peck on the cheek.  you couldn’t answer, though, interrupted by the phone on his desk ringing.  “oh, sorry, gotta get this.”

he reached for the phone and picked it up, bringing to his ear all without pulling out of you or even lifting his body from on top of yours.

“bucky, hey,” steve grinned as he spoke into the phone, looking down at you and stroking your hair, “you’re not gonna believe who I ran into today...”

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11x09: No Other Way - Analysis

Okay, how did everyone like episode 11x09? I really loved it. And there's a ton of stuff to unpack here. Today, I’ll talk about the plot and some of the bigger arcs. Then over the week, I'll go into more detail about various scenes. So, let's get started. This is gonna be long, so settle in.

***As always, spoilers abound for the episode below. Don’t read until you’ve watched! You’ve been warned!***

We start right after 11x08, with the Hwatcha blowing walkers up. Mostly we saw walkers exploding (very gnarly) but at least one of the reapers was hit and exploded as well. The one Maggie fought with. I just want to draw attention to that, and I'll come back to it in a few days.

As soon as Maggie goes into the building, we her pass by a bell. That immediately caught my attention because the bell symbolism that me and my fellow theorists talked about just a couple of weeks before.

This is why I made sure to post the bell symbolism a couple of days ago, so that you would see the importance of this bell. We haven’t really picked up on bell symbolism in particular before, but we think it's super important now. In fact, we think bells, horns, whistles, and other loud noises, especially those that are giving a warning of some kind, are all synonymous symbols. And per the bell symbolism post, given where we’ve seen the bells (around Leah and at Grady) we do think they're tied to Beth. So, the bill immediately caught my attention.

One thing I keep forgetting about Meridian is that it was originally Maggie's community. So, Angela Kang says during the Insider portion, that the bell and the sand was something that Maggie set up. When her people lived there, it was there basically as a fire alarm. The sand to throw a small fire and the bell to alert people if a fire started. It's just good planning and leadership skills, but think about those symbols and how we've always tied them to Beth. I'll come back to this.

Maggie then runs into Negan and Elijah. Elijah is injured and she takes him to the medical area, to a hidden room behind a wall. I didn’t notice this the first time I watched it, but after watching a couple of times and also watching episode 10, there's a real hidden room motif going on here.

We actually see two different instances of a hidden room in this episode, and one in the next episode. I'm not saying I have a massive theory about it, except that it always seems to be the good guys that are hiding in those rooms. So, hidden rooms might represent sort of a hidden defiance or insurrection.

While in that room, Maggie says that she wants to wait until dawn to do anything else. Negan disagrees with her. Small potatoes, but it was still an instance of the dawn theme. Carver comes looking for them and Maggie hears Leah saying that she's not gonna let anyone get out alive.

The next thing we see at Meridian is that Gabriel is almost killed. He doesn't realize someone is pointing a gun at him, but Daryl knocks the guy down and fights him, saving Gabriel. This is the part where we get Daryl fighting this guy in the classroom. The symbolism in this room is freaking huge. Every single thing that's in the background — the pictures and words, paper animals hung on the walls, even the blackboards, are chalk (see what I did there?) full of symbolism. I won’t go into all of that today. I just encourage you to look around at all of it.

This is also where we see Sam's drawing again. Did you catch it? It's on the wall, near the ceiling. Again, I’ll talk about what I think all this means, but I'm going to stick mostly to the plot today. Daryl fights the Reaper guy and wins. While he's busy finishing him off, Carver and Leah come to the door, but it's locked. They have to break the glass to get through, and by then, Daryl has already killed their buddy and hidden.

This is the second instance of the hidden room I mentioned above. It's not hidden room in the same sense as the one Maggie’s group hides in, but it's hidden by a chalkboard and Leah and Carver walk right past it, not realizing that it or Daryl is there. So once again we have the good guys hiding in the room who are opposing the evil (the Reapers).

We then have the part where Gabe meets the priest. This whole thing will do with Gabriel is very interesting to me. I don't pretend to know exactly what it means or where they're going with it, but it's definitely worth keeping an eye on.

Especially as this is the Reapers’ church, there are a lot of symbols in this room. Red walls, and altar, diamond patterns behind the altar, three-pronged symbols that are reminiscent of the plate-glass windows hanging from the tree in 8x16.

Gabriel has been going through a crisis of faith for several seasons now. Back when they captured one of the Whisperers, Gabe went in and very brutally killed him. That was pretty disturbing in and of itself, and nothing's really been done to resolve his state of mind from that. Now, because he's the Sirius character, he is a Beth character.

Lately, we’ve seen him being a lot more brutal than Beth generally was. I think there's a very good chance that this was Gabriel's “Dawn” moment. In the past, Gabriel probably would have given most people the benefit of the doubt, especially someone he saw as being like him, such as another priest. But in this moment, he realized that appearances can be deceiving, and some people, no matter what they show outwardly, are still evil. They need to be killed, even though it's unpleasant, to save the good people.

Another way I think we can see this is in the fact that the walls are red. It's very odd for a place like a church to have red walls. But I think it’s symbolic of things not being what they seem here. Despite it being the church, it's a place of death and evil, because this priest, as Gabriel said, is serving people who slaughter entire civilizations, including children. So, Gabe made the right choice in killing this man. And I gotta say, when he goes up on the roof, kills the sniper, and save Daryl and Co., that was pretty badass. Go Gabe! I have no doubt that as Gabriel had done as the other priest wanted and taken his hand, the other priest would have found some way to kill him.

The other thing of note here is we keep seeing a sign that says, “roof access.” Part of that was to set up the fact that Gabriel was going to go to the roof and save everyone, but the other time I remember we specifically saw something that said “roof access” was in season one, when Rick and Daryl and their group went back to the city looking for Merle. We saw the roof access sign as they ran up the stairs and found Merle gone. So, we can sort of tie this to a missing person arc.

Next, we see Carver chasing Maggie. Again, some really interesting symbolism going on here. The gist is that she, Elijah, and Negan basically try to ambush him. Elijah in particular wants Carver dead because Carver killed his sister. Carver, as it turns out, is a stellar fighter. Which isn’t surprising since were pretty sure that these people are ex-military. But Carver has definitely kept up his skills. Even though all three of these characters are good fighters, despite Elijah’s injury, Carver still manages to best all three of them at once. That's impressive.

This is the part where Negan gets the bell. The bell becomes a weapon, and AK talks about it during the Insider part. About how they specifically wanted to use the bell as a weapon. So, they’re drawing our attention to it. Remember, bell = Beth. If Negan had simply approached Carver with the bell, Carver probably would've kicked his butt again. Negan needed the sand to distract Carver and then the bell became a weapon that could prevail.

The sand immediately put me in mind of something else. Back in 6x07, right before Tara fell off the bridge he discovered Oceanside, there was a huge pile of sand that walkers came out of it. So, we've definitely seen sand before in conjunction with Beth symbolism.

One of my fellow theorists also pointed out that sand can also point to beach symbolism. Remember Abraham's line to Sasha, "Alpha to Omega, battlefield to beach." And then at the beginning of season 10, we saw Daryl's group doing battle maneuvers on the beach near some shipwrecks. So, I'm thinking the sand and the beach represent a battle of some kind. Perhaps war.

And again, the bell represents Beth. The point here is, Negan needed a distraction that would help him win against Carver. The group attacking him head-on was simply not working, and it really looked like he was going to kill them all.

And this is exactly what we've always thought would happen with Beth. She's not gonna be some Clark Kent savior that will just sweep in and save everyone. That would be stupid. And it would nullify everything TF has gone through. But we've always believed that she will come with some tactic or piece of information TF needs to win the war against the CRM. I think that's what this sequence foreshadows. TF fights the bad guys are basically getting their butts kicked. Negan finds the one thing they need that turns the tide. And we think that's what Beth's role will be in the war against the CRM. (And yes, it probably is significant that it’s Negan who finds it.)

 The other thing of note is that there were there was an octagonal window above them during this sequence. It seems like we've seen similar windows before, though I can't remember when. Certainly, we’ve seen plenty of stop signs. I think the point of the octagon as a symbol is just the eight sides, and there was a huge 8 beside Beth in 5×09. So, the octagonal window is another way we can connect 8s to her.

Maggie then gives Elijah a weapon, as if telling him that he can kill Carver to avenge his sister. He returns it to her, essentially telling her to do it. He's injured and not someone who needs to take the kill for himself. He just wants Carver dead. Maggie is about to do it when Daryl stops her, saying they can use Carver as leverage.

Maggie then asks if he's doing this, "for her." That was interesting, because we haven't been clear yet on how much Maggie knows about Daryl and Leah's relationship. And she still doesn't know much, but she was under the floor in the green house and heard them talking, so she probably surmised some things. Daryl says he's not doing it for her. What's interesting is they’re basically talking about a prisoner exchange here. Using Carver as leverage to make Leah let them go. Negan is not a fan of this. He says it can go wrong 800 different ways. (There's that pesky 8 again.)

Still, they decide to do it. They go out and meet with Leah. She has a sniper on the roof and threatens to shoot Maggie, so Daryl lets Carver go. There are a lot of interesting things about this scene. As I said, because it's a prisoner exchange, it’s something of the callback to Grady. Behind Daryl, there's a defunct fire truck, which was also at Grady.

There’s a part where Leah runs her hand through her hair. It seems very intentional and as though they focus on this a lot. I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe to call attention to her blonde hair. She seems to be thinking over Daryl's proposal, and then she tells the sniper on the roof to shoot them. So, she reveals that she has a hidden man. And that basically she's going to kill them all get what she wants. There’s such an interesting amount of deception going on with Leah. They focus on her running her hand through her hair so much, that I feel like we were supposed to notice it.

Kind of a side note on the hair, but this is something my fellow theorists and I talked about. We noticed that in the last couple of episodes, if you look at Leah's ponytail near the bottom, it does look vaguely reddish. Closer to the color that it was in Find Me. So before, we thought her hair was that reddish auburn color and that since that time she dyed it blonde. And that makes no sense. because where would you find blond hair dye in the apocalypse?

Now we're thinking maybe it's the opposite. Maybe she's a natural blonde, and she dyed her hair darker in Find Me, almost as if to hide from someone or pretend to be someone she's not. We already know she was deceiving Daryl in a lot of ways in that episode, so it makes sense that her hair color there was fake. Now, since then, it has simply grown out, showing its natural color. Again, not super important or relevant to this episode. Just something I thought I'd mention.

So then, Elijah walks forward toward Carver, still wanting revenge. He’s so badly injured, he simply falls over. Carver does an evil laugh and makes as if to kick Elijah in the ribs, but this is when Gabriel has already killed the sniper and gotten the gun. He saves everyone from the roof.

Once again, this is very interesting. We have a fire truck and a prisoner exchange, much like at Grady. We have Leah who we’ve compared countless times both to Beth and to Dawn. We have Daryl involved. And as I said a moment ago, Leah had a hidden third man that nearly got TF killed. The thing is, Daryl’s group also had a hidden third man (Gabriel) that Leah wasn't counting on. He saved the day. And once again Gabriel is the Sirius, a.k.a. Beth character. So once again, I think this represents Beth being TF’s ace in the hole that the CRM won't be counting on and will turn the tide of the war.

Of course, it doesn't end there. Once Leah realizes she can’t win, she is suddenly interested in taking their deal and walking away. She wants to take Carver with her, but Maggie says no. Leah finally agrees. I will point out here, much like with Gabe and the priest, I don't think Leah was truly taking the deal. 

She would walk away right then so she could live, but before she does, she whispers to Carver, "I'll see you soon." She had to know Maggie was planning to kill Carver, so if she was going to see him soon, she had some sort of plan to come back and get him out alive. She was already planning on being duplicitous.

Daryl wanted to let them go and Maggie use the gun he gave her earlier to shoot them all. She killed both male Reapers and shot Leah in the shoulder, not killing her. Then she went back and killed Carver. She was out of bullets, so she used a scythe.

Couple things about this. I found it really interesting to watch Negan watch Maggie. Part of him watching her leads to the conclusion that eventually she would kill him, just as she killed Carver. Maggie is being quite vengeful right now, and I think he is right about that. That's why he leaves.

The other thing is something AK says at the end. She says that watching Maggie actually makes Negan very nervous. Not only because he and Maggie have a history and he killed Glenn, but because people who watch their leaders kill people like that tend to get nervous about it. They know people like that can turn on them and it doesn't make for a very tranquil existence. So, Negan is realizing now that this is what he used to do to his own followers. When he ran the Sanctuary, and killed people to establish his authority, it made them all very uneasy and was not a peaceful existence. So basically, this is making Negan do a lot of soul-searching and it's changing him because he realizes mistakes he made in the past. I thought that was super interesting.

The other thing to point out here is that in terms of Leah being a Beth proxy, we have a prisoner exchange, followed by her being shot, but not killed. Of course, Leah wasn't shot in the head, as Beth was, but still, we’re talking about a gunshot that she survives. Daryl then goes to talk to her and lets her go. Again, obviously very different than what happened with Beth, but in a general way, after the prisoner exchange and her getting shot at surviving, she and Daryl separate for the time being. Just have a lot of proxies going on here.

After that, they take all the food and head back to Alexandria. Maggie's going to go get Alden. Maggie's pretty upset by the end of the episode. Daryl walks past her, and she tries to talk to him, but he's mad at her for the way she handled things with the Reapers. And it's clear she's upset that he's angry with her. Then she goes to get Alden.

Let's talk about Alden. I will admit this didn’t end the way that I wanted it to. Not only because I like Alden's character, but I feel he would've been a stronger Beth proxy if he had been simply gone when she arrived. Instead, he died in turned into a walker. It doesn't nullify the parallels between his arc and Beth’s. In fact, it's very interesting to analyze the way they did this.

Watch this scene carefully and notice all the weirdness in it. First off, when Maggie gets there, the door is securely closed. So, it's not swinging open in a way that would suggest a walker could've wandered in. Yet, when she gets there, there's a walker — not Alden, but a different one—that she kills. We see this person only briefly and they seem to be wearing dark clothes.

At first, I assumed it was one of the Reapers who got in and killed Alden. Make no mistake, Alden did not die from his wounds. He was killed. First off, they shut the door securely so that Alden would be safe in there until they got back. I do not believe a walker could've gotten in. But even if somehow it did, the door would not have been securely shut behind it. A walker cannot secure door like that. And then there's Alden himself. Even if he died of his wounds and turned into a walker, he still should have been able to get up and walk to Maggie. He was hurt, and I think it was his leg, but he was walking before was just a bit of a limp and some help from the others in his group. As a walker, an injury like that shouldn't have bothered him.

That's not what happened. He was crawling toward Maggie on the floor as though his leg simply didn't work or had been crushed. So, even from a plot standpoint, something really weird went down here that they didn't bother to explain. Either a Reaper or someone else got in and killed Alden. But the man in black was dead too. Which probably means that Alden killed him in self-defense before dying himself.

One of my fellow theorists suggested that maybe this wasn't a Reaper at all. Given the black clothing, it could've been a soldier from the CRM. There's just no way to know because they don't focus closely enough on it for us to make a distinction. But it's interesting either way.

Here's the thing. Maggie left Alden in the church. And we pretty much know that's what happened with Beth. Or at least, they were trying to bury her in a church when a horde came through and then they ended up leaving her behind somewhere. It might have been in the church itself, but perhaps in a car somewhere close by. So, it was probably difficult for Maggie to leave Alden there to begin with because she and Daryl had been through something similar before with Beth. 

But Maggie was so hell-bent on getting the food from the Reapers and getting her revenge, she felt confident she could leave him there and come back to get him and he would be fine. But he wasn't. He died. And really, that's kind of on Maggie. If she'd given up at that point and just taken him back to get the medical help he needed, he would still be alive. And once again, he didn't die from his wounds. Not directly. He died because he was left there, injured, and someone came in and killed him.

I did notice that at the end of the episode, when they returned Alexandria, Aaron asked Gabriel about Alden and Gabriel says, "he's gone." Now, we usually hear that particular phrasing about people who are presumed dead, but who are not. I'm not saying Alden is secretly alive or that he can come back. We saw him as a walker, which means he's definitely dead. But I think they used the “gone” phrasing because he was a Beth proxy. I said before that he would've been more of a Beth proxy if when Maggie returned, he was gone. And he wasn't, he was there, and had reanimated as a walker, but then Gabriel describes him as “gone.” That’s purposeful.

Maggie believes that they left Beth behind, and when they came back, she was gone, and Maggie believe she's dead. So, even though she had Alden's body to bury, which she didn't have with Beth, from Maggie's point of view, she believes the exact same thing happened.

And what's up with the walker in black? We don't know, but if it is meant to be a person from the CRM, that actually might back up some of the things we figured out recently about Grady and the missing 17 days. We've always figured that Beth either woke up or someone came and got her and took her back to Grady. But if Grady was part of the CRM, then symbolically, if not literally, the CRM really may have gotten her from where TF left her and taken her back with them. So, this walker in black might symbolize that in Beth's narrative. And if the CRM are responsible for making Beth be "just gone" then it works in Alden's arc to have this person be responsible for killing him. Super interesting stuff.

Maggie buries Alden and then Negan shows up, saying that he knows she'll eventually kill him, so he's gonna leave. I have to say, I was very happy to see Negan leave. Not because I don't like his character—on the contrary—but because we’ve sort of been waiting/hoping for this to happen. I'll talk about this more later in the week and in conjunction with why Sam's picture might have shown up here, but there are several templates I've looked at from previous seasons that lead me to believe that Negan and Beth will meet at some point. I've thought for a while that in order for that to happen, Negan would have to leave TF and strike out on his own.

We hoped it would happen at the end of 10x22, Here’s Negan, but it didn't. Now, suddenly, he's in the wind. So, it makes me happy, because I think it may be leading to things I've been looking out for long time. But again, I'll get to that more later in the week.

There was a really great little Beth mention (sort of) right after this. Father Gabriel and Daryl are sitting by the fire and start talking. Gabriel repeats some of what the Reaper priest said to him about how doubt is important, but it doesn't make you wrong. Daryl then looks at him and says, "are you telling you have faith?"

That is most definitely a Beth reference. She's the only one who ever told him that, and it's important that he's talking to the Sirius character when he says it. I also think that especially in his mind, it shows the contrast between Leah and Beth. Leah would never have told him to have faith, and Beth would never have done what Leah did in Meridian. It’s something that's weighing heavily on Daryl's mind. He's clearly thinking of her and the scene.

Then Maggie returns, bringing the sad news of Alden and she tells them Negan left. Gabriel and Daryl exchange looks, as though they wonder if she's killed Negan, which I suppose is a natural thing to think. In this case, she actually is telling the truth.

At the end, they finally return to Alexandria. There are happy reunions for everyone. And of course, Daryl and Connie reunite. As expected, if found this reunion to be sweet, but also utterly nonromantic. I get that people think it is, because he drops the barrel of apples. 

As though he's passionately happy to see her. And truly, he is. He's very happy that she's returned because they’re friends. But dropping the barrel of apples doesn't automatically equate with romance. He hugs her and says is happy to see her, but he also hugs Carol, Lydia, Kelly, Judith, and RJ. 

And of course, it’s a little different with Connie because she's been missing and he's been looking for her. But my point is, you can't equate an emotional hug from Daryl with romance automatically. It just doesn't work that way with him.

In terms of tech similar dialogue, he even says, "no way," when he sees her. I do think this is indicative of something, but in a very literal sense. He said “no way” to both Carol and Leah in Find Me. And clearly neither of them are his ongoing soulmate. I know that’s a technical detail, but we've proven over and over again that the writers are very specific in the dialogue they use. If he’s saying that to Connie, I feel like it's proof that Donnie is never going to happen. He definitely cared for both Leah and Carol, and has deep relationships with them in one way or the other. The same is true of Connie. But that's different from him from her being his soulmate.

Now, as to what this is indicative of. At some point after Find Me, I think I talked about this. I thought the whole sequence where both Leah and Carol caught fish that Daryl didn't believe they would was a foreshadow of Beth being alive. This reaches clear back to season 4 in the Governor’s episodes, where there's a dead lake with no fish. But that means that the fish is symbolic of life (it also functions that way biblically).

If there are fish in the water, that represents life and a healthy ecosystem. So, we literally have both Leah and Carol pulling fish out of the water and Daryl saying, "no way. As though he shocked to see the fish. I see that as fish =s Beth or anyone he believes is dead. And when they show up alive, he says, "no way,” which indicates he’s shocked to see them. He really didn't think he would.

So, the same is true Connie here. The “no way” fits with how they use that phrase in the past. And of course, he’s very happy to see her, just as he smiled when the fish came out of the water and just as he will be ecstatic to see Beth when she returns. It's also important that we saw both Leah and Carol pulling fish out of the water that way. Most people equated that to similarities between Carol and Leah’s characters, which isn't untrue. There are definitely similarities between them, and you could even say that they are two women in Daryl's life that play an important role and that, you know, have shipping fans in the in the fandom, LOL.

But for me, I see that more as being about how Beth will return and who she’ll interact with. We’ve thought for some time now that she’ll see Carol before she sees Daryl. But the fact that we see Leah in an identical scene suggests that Leah and Beth will have some sort of interaction as well.

Now, Leah is in the wind, the same as Negan. They didn't kill her, so obviously she’ll be back. And now Daryl and TF have killed her entire family. There are no other Reapers left that we know of. So, when she comes back, it's going to be with a vengeance. I don't know how she’ll feel about Daryl at that point, but I'm sure she'll be trying to kill Maggie at the very least.

All this is to say I'm still not worried about Donnie. Overall, I believe Daryl and Connie's reunion is a template for him reuniting with Beth. The only difference is that here, it’s a platonic reunion. With Beth, it will be more than that. I do believe him dropping the barrel of apples is meant to show how shocked he is and how passionate he is at seeing her, but again, here it's just a template. And it foreshadows his reunion with Beth.

My fellow theorists and I actually had a lot of discussions about apples this past week. I'm won’t go into all the details, but we believe the green apples =s Beth/life/resurrection, where red act apples =s death/separation. We had both kinds here that fell onto the ground together. Anyway, I feel like it shows that the whole death and resurrection thing will finally be transcended when Beth returns.

 (Apple/Snow White Post HERE.)

@wdway​ also pointed out something that really resonated with me. Back when Coda aired, Norman talked about sitting on apple crate and crying his eyes out to prepare for it, so Daryl looked exhausted with his grief when he carried Beth out. I have no doubt that the story about the apple crate was purposeful. Crafted and put out by the writers for the sake of the symbol.

So, we can relate apples back to Beth and Coda because of that. A crate is something that holds the apples, just as the barrel did here. In fact, you could compare it to at @frangipanilove​’s trunk symbolism. Something that holds or encapsulates someone. Basically, like a tomb or coffin. Beth was left in a car, so the trunk symbolism becomes coffin symbolism, and we see that played out very obviously in 5x10 when Maggie opens the trunk and finds the walker that reminds her of Beth.

So here, especially if green apples = life/resurrection, then the barrel dumping out is very literally a resurrection symbol. The apples coming out of their enclosure, or the dead rising from the grave. And it's juxtaposed with Daryl having reunion with someone he lost, looked for, and may have presumed dead. So again, this is one big template for Beth’s return.

Overall, I did feel like this episode—or the arc of the last few episodes—did mirror 5x10. There was a big storm, and Aaron tells Gabriel that after the storm they had nothing left. But then Daryl and co bring food, and a new community (the Commonwealth) show up, which pushed us into the next major arc.

Same thing happened in 5x10 when they had no water, but Aaron bought them some, and then there was a big storm. Afterward, Aaron showed up, representing the new community (Alexandria).

They use this template a lot before introducing a new group of people. But the point is, the music box woke up in 5x10, and now they’re heading to the Commonwealth and I think it's very possible that we see Beth in conjunction with that storyline somehow.

This is already long so I’ll stop there. Tomorrow I’ll talk about the people who were in Alexandria for this episode and more about the classroom Daryl fights in.

What did you think of the episode?

[nightswithkookmin]

chile i'm so glad i came across your blog, the amount of "i'm not going to assume they're dating" or "we can only draw certain conclusions but i can't say for sure" "we don't know their sexuality, BUT" type blogs i follow is getting kinda wack lmao. while i appreciate their perspective and nuanced takes i need to strike a balance. like let's get a lil delulu every once in a while. 💀

lol the im-not-a-shipper-but-call-jikook-boyfriends-every-other-post blogs are the funniest to me. the shipping hierarchy, so to speak is so weird. maybe just because im not a "shipping real people is bad" person i don't see the big deal. gonna get called delulu anyway, might as well go full out. they is gay/queer and they're fucking. i'm so sorry.

*also can we touch on the fact that shipping in this type of fandom (kpop) is kind of inevitable and unavoidable??! these boys are the other people we see them with day in and day out, interacting with each other and no one else. i feel like it's natural to ship when there's no other people around to break up everything, idk maybe someone can articulate this better than me. and people who are made to feel stupid for thinking that 2 members could actually be dating is so dumb. like is it really out of the realm of possibility that two people (jikook, cause all them other ships are....😬) who spent almost every waking minute together for like 8 years could fall in love. really?

/rant

It's the delulu hat for me

Lmho.

I guess for me being queer, I feel it's gaslighting for these people to be saying things like that. As silly as it is, it inadvertently deny and invalidate the existence and queerness of gay individuals and so I struggle with it.

This is the consequences of straight people in gay people business. They like defining gay parameters for us and it's like who asked you?? I feel people who say things like that are just plain ignorant or tone deaf or willfully homophobic.

I don't think everyone in BTS is gay but it makes me feel safe to see half the community assume them to be and celebrate them in that way. They are not cussing at them and threatening to leave the fandom or cancel them for this assumption and that is huge inspiration to me.

Those parts of the fandom are a safe space to be in as a queer army.

When people assume a person's queer sexuality they are simply admitting to themselves at the very least that LGBTQ EXISTS. This is important to me because I grew up in a community where LGBTQ didn't even exist in the collective consciousness of the people and EVERYONE IS AUTOMATICALLY ASSUMED TO BE STRAIGHT AND EXPECTED TO BE.

People read people's sexuality all the time and have done so since time immemorial and a lot of the time when they have had a sexuality read it's in the lines of straight, cis, rich, poor, superior or inferior. And that is a problem for some of us too because that discrepancy in the assumptions is as a result of homophobia and heteronormativity.

That whole don't assume a person's queer sexuality debacle sounds to me like a boujee way of denormalizing and preventing the normalization of queerness disguised under care, disguised under intelligence and disguised under wokeness. Especially when straightness is the default setting in this giant blue bulb.

We need to radicalize that. We need to change the cis straight default setting and if you are perpetuating this narrative you really aren't helping the situation. SIT DOWN.

I'm rarely assumed to be queer in certain circles and while that makes me feel comfortable within those circles it often times make it hard for me to admit my queerness openly in those circles too because I fear I will lose that comfort and respect and love and privileges that comes with being percieved straight in those spaces.

When I started my blog, I noticed some people assumed I was white and would use certain black descriptors as slurs when describing other people to me. I quickly had to switch the formal way in which I wrote to a much casual tone so my blackness would show through. Don't get it twisted. She black. She blackidy black black.

Then on the other hand, I was hesitant to let my queerness be known too because being black, I was marginalized as it is- you is black, or sound black💀 you know how it is- it's that intersectionality of oppression at play. Double double homicide.

When certain people realized I was black POC minority, their attitude towards me changed. I had those who didn't so much understand what black language is or perhaps wasn't used to being in black spaces and were uncomfortable with my blackness- these would take offense at me saying certain things in certain ways. Like chilee relax Karen, all I said was these motherfukkers gay as shit and they gay. Why you acting like I called them twinks or sommin. Right there, I'm cancelled for calling Jikook motherfuckers. They get sirens and everything😭😭😭😭😭😭

Same vein, I struggle destraightening myself or correcting people who assume I'm straight because I fear they will treat me differently if they knew I wasn't.

Straight privilege exists in the same way as white or even pretty privilege may exist and because these exist there's that automatic conception of queer, poc, ugly, fat disemfranschismet to run along side it.

People treat you differently based on how they perceive you. That's a fact. And for queer people, perceiving us as straight is the only way we get to be treated as human by the masses. And a lot of us embrace that- straight until proven gay am I right 🤣🤣🤣🤣

It's the duper's delight for me. Untill you catch me with a 5'8 melanin skinned silk pressed auntie on my left nipple good luck proving I'm gay.

It can be fun, I akekeke when some people around me are totally oblivious to the fact and even sometimes defend my straightness with their dying breath when nasty friends throw them shades or try to out me unprovoked.

A lot of us don't want to admit we are gay because we don't want to be disenfranchised.

I speak for myself when I say this.

But 'Don't assume someone's sexuality' is a double edged censorship used for and against queer people. It seemly offers protection on the surface of it for queer people but underneath it promotes heteronormativity and standardizes straightness and it is also used to promote closet culture, under the disguise of care and concern for the autonomy of queer people but that is a fallacy because our autonomy has never mattered to anyone since the dawn of homophobia.

And I don't know where this interpretation comes from. Why do people not want to assume queer people's sexuality but it's ok to assume straight people's???

It feels like a hijacked movement to me.

THIS IS THE ACCURATE MOVEMENT AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED.

Don't assume all people are straight. It's ok to assume some people are queer because queer people exists too.

It is wrong however to assume queerness based on how a person talks, walks, dresses or even on their body type. That is stereotyping. And stereotyping is wrong.

When it comes to Jikook, Jimin is often stereotyped as gay more so than Jungkook because they have different body structures. Jungkook is stereotyped too solely because of the way his wrists hang, or based on moments he's femininity shines through.

But I don't think shippers stereotype Jikook in that way at all. I dont think shippers believe Jikook are dating eachother simply because Jungkook applied setting powder to his face that one time. They assume they are gay only because they believe those two to be dating eachother. That is not stereotyping. If those two were heterosexuals I don't think people will accuse their shippers of stereotyping.

It's one thing to assume Kai is gay because he looks skinny and dances well. It's another to assume he is gay because in a relationship with Gdragon. And if people can't tell the difference between the two, they should get some education and stop talking about things they know nothing about or only know because they stumbled across user69 on Twitter. They are not helping.

Untill people get offended when people assume others are straight, that rhetoric doesn't matter in its inequality. If you ask me, everyone is gay until proven straight.

Yet how many people will take offense at that?

Assuming people can be gay is not delulu.

It's ok to assume people can be gay. It's wrong to stereotype them as gay. If you can't assume they are gay, don't assume they are straight and don't assume at all. Run with this sis.

Wait, they don't ship Jikook but they call Jikook boyfriends???????👀👀👀👀👀

The fake woke syndrome will kill people in this fandom with these mentally confused thought crisis bunch💀💀💀💀

Jikook themselves are shippers💀

Smh

GOLDY