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Interview with Darling28

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Welcome to the first interview of The Dear Writer Project and a massive thank you to the wonderful Darling28 for being so supportive of this whole idea since the beginning!

Darling28 about her writing process, her inspirations, her experiences with writers block and her future plans on writing:

What does your writing process usually look like and is it always kind of the same for every story you’ve written?

Oh interesting question. It's usually the case that ideas come from the simplest things and suddenly a complete plot is in my head within minutes or sometimes even seconds. At least the rough outline. Apart from that, my characters often like to take the plot for themselves and I just watch in amazement at what they let me write. I often suffer as much as the reader when I write because I let it flow out of me and often don't know what to expect. Most of the time, though, I have a specific scene in mind in the beginning, often for the middle of the story, and I can hardly wait until I finally get to the point where I can write it. The end of a story quite often involves a marriage proposal, I realise, even if I don't always intend to, but Louis and Harry in my stories are very stubborn about it.

But other than that, my writing process is pretty simple: get excited about a new idea, start writing immediately, often at a speed that makes my betas despair and end up questioning the whole story until I reread it myself and suddenly love it.

Do you have any sort of structured writing plan before you start writing or do you just write what comes to mind?

I'm absolutely far from structured. I have the problem that my best ideas about what to write next come to me when I'm driving and I have to memorise whole conversations or scenes for the rest of the journey. As soon as I've parked, I write it down as a note. But there's really nothing more than these few notes, no mood board or major characterisations, I just let myself go with the flow. I also think that would take some of the fun out of it for me personally, I love getting to know my characters over the course of the story and I don't want to plan everything in detail beforehand.

You said before that you write a lot, especially after you’ve got a new idea in mind. How much time do you invest in writing in your day to day life?

I actually write every day and usually around 3-4k. I think it takes about 3 hours of my time, but that's really just a rough estimate. I usually write already in the morning at breakfast before I have to go to work and then spread the rest over the afternoon and evening.

Our Souls Intertwined is your longest work at the moment. Was it also the one you wrote the longest on?

Our Souls Intertwined… I wrote this story together with freakingmeout and we took turns writing chapters, each of us wrote one character. Despite the length, I don't think we really needed much time to finish it because the other author is just as fast as I am at writing and often each of us had finished a chapter within a day. It was perhaps a little worrying in hindsight haha.

If it wasn’t Our Souls Intertwined, what work of yours did take you the longest?

Oh wow I think you've got me now and I can't give you an answer off the top of my head.

I'm guessing it might be Calm after the storm because that's my longest story that I wrote on my own. So it makes sense that it probably took me the longest to write.

But when I think about it, it could also be the current one I'm writing that hasn't been published yet. My last few weeks haven't been easy for personal reasons and I haven't had time to write and everything has stalled. I just started writing again a few days ago and am catching up.

She also told me that she sometimes drives her betas crazy with the amount and pace that she writes. On some Sundays she writes all day and sometimes feels a bit empty inside afterwards, she admitted.

What work of yours did come together the fastest?

I would say Men are shit. This story practically wrote itself and I could just let my thoughts, which I put into the story as Louis’, run free and didn't have to think about them any further. It was a great experience and I love this Louis so much!

Do you finish writing the story completely before you start publishing or do you start publishing whenever you finished a chapter?

For my first stories, I posted while I was writing. So I finished a chapter, had it proofread and then published it.

However, my only beta at the time had of course her own life and sometimes couldn't keep up with the speed at which I wanted to update again.

So at some point I started to finish writing and only then published it.

What worked better for you, personally?

Both definitely have their pros and cons. But I really liked publishing in the writing process. You get immediate feedback on what you've written, sometimes even ideas for the rest of the plot from readers' comments.

However, it would have stressed me out a lot, like in my situation the last few weeks where I couldn't write anything and had to make the reader wait for updates.

What inspires you in your day to day life the most?

The story often comes to me really quite by chance, mostly inspired by songs, not so much by the lyrics but by the feelings they convey, what lies between the lines.

Did you ever have a writers block and what helped you out of it / What do you do if you feel unmotivated?

Yes, I've had a writers block for the last few months and I've missed writing so much. But there's no point forcing yourself and for me it was best to wait until it felt right again. Before that, I didn't have anything like that as far as I can remember. Sometimes I just didn't know what to write next and got a bit stuck, but my advice here is: just start writing. Don't think, just do it.

And if I'm just unmotivated then I leave it for the day because I know it'll be definitely easier the next one.

What do you find most stressful/annoying/repetitive in the process of writing a story?

For me it's the hardest thing to end the story because then I'm usually so connected to the characters that it feels like saying goodbye to a dear friend every time and I'm actually really sad.

Oh and one thing that really frustrates me is that my Louis and Harry very often crash the chapter with sex. I love writing smut but sometimes they overdo it (okay it amuses me a bit too).

Darling28 also told me, that one of her favourite phases in writing a story is the getting-to-know-each-other phase. She said that she loves it because that’s when she feels like the characters come to life and the tension between them grows.

Can you tell me something about any future projects you’re working on?

I'm happy to tell you about future projects!

In addition to my many ideas for stories that I haven't started yet, I'm currently writing four open ones. Two with other authors and two of my very own. I hope that I will soon be able to present the readers with something new from me, because for me it is always the best thing to finally be able to share my work with the fandom.

For the next part of the interview, I asked Darling28 more specific questions about her works.

What work of yours is your personal favourite?

It's really difficult to name THE one. But I'll go with the three that come to my mind first, okay?

Calm after the storm, because I love their love in this story and I felt for both of them while writing it. It still touches me today.

Men are shit, because Louis is just chaos but so sweet at the same time. I loved describing his ADHD brain, letting his mind run wild. I wanted to give neurospicy people a story in which they can find themselves and feel understood.

True Colours, because I wrote this story for my friend and beta who wanted me to make Harry really suffer as it's usually Louis in my stories who has to go through everything horrible. I love the development of the two of them in this story. They heal together and I don't think there's anything better.

What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who isn’t familiar with your works and why?

I think that would be Paparazzi. That's the most popular one of mine and it contains a bit of everything but it's not as extremely angsty as others that I wrote. A bit of enemies to lovers, gay awakening, smut, fluff - what more could you want?

A lot of your works are based around complicated and complex topics like having a bad relationship with your parents, mental health issues and homelessness and everything that comes along with it. Why do you specifically choose to write about those topics?

I love the drama and the big emotions.

But also because none of our lives are perfect. Everyone has their own struggles and their own traumas and I love picking up on that. It especially touches me when readers find themselves in it, feel understood and heard. I think for some it's some kind of validation. It's wonderful to turn something very sad into something very good. As much as I love the drama, I also love the happy ending.

And of course it's also free therapy in a way. There's always a part of me in most stories.

The Magic Within You is your only story, that doesn’t really have any of those topics (besides of Louis’ tendencies to panic quickly). Why did you want to write something so different to your usual writing style?

The Magic Within You is a pure, cheesy Christmas story that was set up like an advent calendar when I posted it, but I think it can be read very well throughout the year.

I always find Christmas a difficult time of the year myself. Lots of people come together and I'm often overwhelmed. I especially wanted to give people who might feel the same way a cute story, offer some distraction and sweeten the day. I hope I succeeded.

By the way, I love how you mentioned the panicky side of Louis. So adorable.

Is something like an advent calendar planned for this christmas season too or was it a one-time thing for you?

No, I haven't planned another one, but never say never. Maybe I'll suddenly get an idea in October and start writing like crazy.

Actually, a sequel to The Magic Within You was planned for this summer but unfortunately I couldn't do that for personal reasons that I had already mentioned. But I definitely want to publish the sequel next year!

You wrote Our Souls Intertwined and Bring me to life with freakingmeout. How did that go?

Oh it's a totally interesting experience because here too we only had the rough plot, but because everyone wrote their character in alternating chapters it was always exciting for the other to see what would happen in the chapter of the other. Sometimes I sat there shocked or totally amused and had to think about how I was going to live through certain situations with my character. It's definitely anything but boring and you experience it as an author as well as a reader.

When I asked her if it feels like a roleplay kind of thing she actually confirmed that it does sometimes feel like exactly that.

Paparazzi is your most popular work. Why do you think this one in particular got the most attention?

I have absolutely no idea why Paprazzi is the most popular one. I often ask myself that but maybe it's really because it's not such a heavy one? But instead of looking for answers, I prefer to be happy that so many people like it.

Is there a work of yours that you’d like to get the attention that Paparazzi got or just more attention in general?

Oh yes, definitely. In my personal opinion, Holding On To Heartache has far too little attention. I know where it comes from, or rather I suspect that the tag 'suicide attempt' puts a lot of people off, but I still think it's worth reading. You can always expect a happy ending with my stories.

Is there a work of yours that you wouldn’t publish again in hindsight?

I must confess that I have already deleted my very first story. And I know that my betas and friends will kill me if they read this now. Because they kept stopping me every time I had a crisis about this story but I did it nontheless one day. I guess my secret is out now... oops. If you read this, please don't be mad!

But I'm actually thinking about revising it and publishing it again at some point.

Are there any characters in one of your stories that are inspired by people or animals you know in real life?

Yes... Bree in 'Paparazzi' is my friend and beta. But I don't think I realised until the later chapters that I was using her as a role model for this absolutely wonderful character.

For the last part of the interview, I asked Darling28 some personal questions that are more about the fandom and less about her experiences with writing.

Since when are you in the fandom and what made you become a part of it?

I am a Lockdown-Larrie haha. I was watching Tik Tok videos out of sheer boredom like probably so many others and suddenly a video with two guys popped up. It's this one where Harry is sitting on the armchair, Louis is sitting on the armrest while Harry is looking up at Louis, absolutely enamoured. I was just sitting there and I remember thinking: who the hell are these two guys that are so in love?

I read through the comments and searched the web for more informations. After that, my days were filled with watching all the YouTube videos and then making a Twitter account. I was absolutely down the rabbit hole and I don't regret it one day. At first I was in the lane of LHH (I mean, come on, just look at him) but then I listened to Louis music and he got my number 1 and never lost rank again. Also, the song Just hold on saved me, the lockdown was not a good time for my mental health.

Your favourite Louis and Harry Era?

LHH forever. If I had enough money I would bribe him to let them grow long again. Although I'd have to meet him first. My plan isn't finalised yet as you can see but yeah... I think you know now how serious I am, haha.

And Louis... Hedgehog and FITF. I just love when his hair is fluffy.

Your favourite movie H starred in?

My Policeman. Damn, I was broken after watching it but it's so good.

Who’s your favourite writer in the fandom at the moment?

One of my favourite authors is BoosBabycakes. I especially love their a/b/o stories!

And your all-time favourite fic in the fandom?

Oh, that's really difficult. There are too many good ones and I really need to think about it for a moment. But I would like to name a story that is not one of the fandom's always recommended ones.

Okay... I go with this one, it's definitely one of my favourite a/b/o stories, the nesting is so sweetly described and I think I really need to read it again:

You've Got A Higher Power, You're Once In Any Lifetime by BoosBabycakes

What makes you want to stop reading something?

If the story is written in first person or the plot doesn't make sense to me and I question too much in the story. Some stories are also too artificially drawn out for me. I don't like slooooooow burn. My attention span doesn't last that long.

Your favourite song at the moment?

Call me by Neeve, it's a small german indie band but I like them a lot.

Of course nothing beats Louis music, I hope I don't have to mention that, do I?

Do you have a favourite movie or a favourite series at the moment?

No, neither of them. I haven't watched anything for ages. I prefer to spend my free time writing.

What was the most unusual thing that inspired you at some point?

Erm I hope this doesn't come across as weird but Louis' bum and waist. For some of my a/b/o stories and ideas that I still want to write.

What is your favourite season?

Spring, when everything turns green again and starts to blossom.

She also told me, that she has hay fever and that sometimes it’s unbearable for her until autumn but she still loves spring the most, especially after the darker months.

Who would you like to read an interview from?

I don't have a specific author in mind but I'd like it to be someone with a smaller fanbase to draw more attention to them.

I wanted to make it a little tradition for every interview, that every writer gives every of their works a colour and a season. It’s just a fun little thing for the end of the interview I thought would be interesting. Thankfully, Darling28 thought it was a great idea too, so here are the results:

Captured Ink, Hidden Hearts - pink and black, spring.

Bring me to life - darkblue, autumn.

Our Souls Intertwined - dark red, late summer.

True Colours - rainbow, obviously, autumn.

Men are shit - pink and green, summer

The Magic Within You - ice blue and white, winter (on a sunny day)

Tainted Love - brown, winter

Calm after the Storm - purple, early spring

Tank tops and a phone call - red, summer (a very hot day)

Letters - dark green, last summer days

I'm with you - white and grey, autumn

Paparazzi - yellow, summer

Holding On To Heartache - black with golden sprinkles, winter

Paradise is in your own mind (Sequel HOTH) - dark pink, spring

You Sunshine, You Temptress - green, summer

Careless Whisper - dark blue, winter

A huge thank you again to Darling28. Thanks for understanding my vision and being so open and kind. I appreciate it so much.

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arvensimp · 2 years ago

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Hi uhh your story with the breeding kink really got to me lol. Would you be willing to write a fic where Arven finds out his s/o is pregnant? It can be fluffy or whatever you think would work best. Thank you!! 😊

Hello!!! I'm a MAJOR sucker for baby fics and pregnancy fics. Im a sap and I live a life of sin I'm very sorry. I hope you enjoy this!

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Arven x pregnant!reader, no gendered pronouns are used to describe reader

You've spent the last several days with a cloying ache coming and going from your lower abdomen. It's nothing terribly unusual, as you're expecting your period and some early cramps aren't an out-of-the-ordinary symptom for you.

So you let it go and keep living life.

It isn't until a few weeks later that you realize you never actually started bleeding.

Well...maybe you spotted a little bit? But that hardly counts as a period.

But you cramped up?

Ugh... It wouldn't be the most convenient timing in the world if you were pregnant, but...well, you've always been told that there's never a perfect time anyway.

So with nervous hands you take one of the pregnancy tests you keep in the guest bathroom at yours and Arven's place. Scares have happened before, after all, and it doesn't hurt to have them around.

Two minutes later and a little pink plus is staring back at you.

Your heart sinks.

You take every other test you have in the cupboard.

They all pop positive.

Oof, okay. Well. Maybe you and Arven shouldn't have tempted fate quite so much with all of that dirty talk about him knocking you up...

Before you worry Arven with any of this, you go ahead and set up an appointment with your GP just to get blood work done to confirm it. No need to overcomplicate things too soon, after all.

Still...as the day of your appointment approaches you find yourself getting more and more nervous. What if it really is real? How will Arven really react? Sure you'd talked about kids before...but now? Hell, you were both so busy with your careers. Would you want to pause that now?

Worst of all was keeping it from him for the few days it took.

It wasn't really lying, you don't think. Just...sparing him from needless worry for a few days.

You're a bit lucky that he at least seems none the wiser to any changes in your behavior or in the pokemons' behavior around you. Certainly 'Raidon is less...excitable and less willing to curl up entirely on your lap the moment you sit down on the sofa.

You wonder if maybe pokemon just...have a sense about them?

Mabosstiff certainly seems more protective of you, making sure to perch himself at your feet or by your side the moment you sit down, only to dutifully follow you wherever you go when you get up.

That's actually probably the closest Arven gets to noticing anything strange. He'd been going back and forth to the kitchen a few times that night, while Mabosstiff stayed glued to you, and then as soon as you got up to use the restroom, the dog trailed you all the way down the hall, waiting patiently outside the door for you.

Arven scratches him behind the ears when you both get back to the living room.

"Are you picking a new favorite, buddy?" He asks, light heartedly.

Mabosstiff makes that silly grimacy kinda face at him before boofing loudly.

Arven laughs. "Really, I dunno what's gotten into him lately. He isn't even following me around for scraps."

You shrug. "Maybe it's just a phase..." You offer, scritching Mabosstiff where his tail meets his spine, making him go all limp on you.

Arven lets it go from there, and that's that.

Your trip to the doctor the next day confirms what the tests had told you earlier.

You're pregnant with Arven's baby.

Now you need to figure out what to do. How to tell him.

Luckily, an idea comes to you easily enough.

That week you're picnicking along Socarrat Trail. Some of your pokemon had recently taken to sneaking goodies into your picnic basket. Sometimes it was stones or pretty feathers. You even got a lovely string of pearls at one point from your tinkaton, though you don't want to think too hard about where she may have found them.

Your pokemon will also put their eggs in the basket after breeding, on the rare chance that it happens.

So...that seems like a good place to hide the results.

After the two of you set up the site for lunch and Arven gets started on cooking, you quietly slip the surprise into the basket and quickly set yourself to the task of giving all of your pokemon a bath, as is typically your duty while Arven prepares your meal.

You're sudsing up Slither Wing when you call out to him. "Hey, Arven?"

"Yeah?" He's putting picks in sandwiches as you speak.

"When you're done with that, could you check the basket?" You hope you sound casual as you ask it.

"Uh...yeah. Why?" He looks around the group of pokemon, likely trying to remember if there are any of compatible egg groups. "Are we expecting something?"

"Uh... I just like to check, is all. Never hurts to be sure?"

Arven shrugs. "No problem then. I'm telling you though, we probably shouldn't keep trying for that shiny maschiff pup. I don't think it's good for the environment. Ya know?"

You snort. "I've always found the puppies good homes. Haven't I? Besides, Mabosstiff makes a really good dad!" Inwardly your stomach is tying itself in knots. You finish rinsing Slither Wing and start towel drying it and yourself as Arven goes to the basket. You try to keep an inconspicuous eye on him as he goes.

Arven quickly lifts the lid, glances inside, then closes it.

"Nah, nothing there."

You panic. What? You're sure you put the results there. Was he just not paying attention?

"Uh...you sure?" You say, trying to quell the mounting nerves in your voice.

"Yeah, sweetness. I know what eggs look like."

You sigh as you continue rubbing the towel through Slither Wing's fuzzy body.

"I didn't ask about eggs. Sometimes the pokemon slip other things into the baskets. Like pearls or stones."

"Oh. Uh..." He looks sheepish for a moment. "I'll check again then." Arven goes back and opens the lid.

"Huh. Looks like they brought us a piece of paper..." He takes it out an unfolds it, eyes scanning the page.

"Uh...sweetness?" You watch as the color drains from his face.

"Yes?" You answer, approaching him slowly, not entirely sure how he'll react.

"How, uh..." He looks up at you from the page. "How are you feeling?"

"How are you feeling?" You ask, not entirely cheekily as you slip your hands around his waist.

Fuck, you hope this is okay.

"Uh...Yeah. Good. You, uh. You put this in the basket?" He sounds numb.

You lean into him and nod against his chest, starting to get a little choked up.

He doesn't return your hug immediately, and that has your heart sinking like a stone.

"It's real?" He asks.

You nod again, squeezing him a bit tighter.

"You're...?"

You nod.

"So," He swallows audibly, "We're...?"

You nod again, trying to force back tears that threaten to fall.

"Please don't be mad." It comes out much smaller and weaker than you'd imagined. Your brain knows he shouldn't be mad. At the very least this isn't just your fault even if he were to be mad, but he shouldn't be mad anyway. But you're still suddenly scared now as you cling to him.

You feel Arven rest a warm and gentle hand on your lower back.

"Hey. I'm not mad." He pulls you away just a bit with his other to get you to look in his eye.

"Promise?"

Arven kisses your forehead. "Promise. I love you."

And the dam bursts. All your fear and anxiety from the past week and however long come flooding to the forefront and out of your face in an absolute mess.

You apologize for keeping it from him for the past few days, for not telling him sooner, and he shushes you with kisses at your cheeks, nose, and forehead.

"What're we gonna do?" You finally allow yourself to ask.

"Well..." Arven starts, guiding the two of you to the picnic table to sit. "We've talked about..." He clears his throat. "About babies before. We can do this... Parenting. If you want! I don't want to force you. I'm here no matter what you choose, but... I'm ready to try my hand at being a...a dad, if you'll let me?" He squeezes your hands reassuringly.

You sniffle miserably.

"I... I want that." You admit.

"Then that's settled!" He says, pulling you into a massive (though not too tight) hug. He speaks into your hair as he lovingly strokes at your lower back. "We don't have to have all the answers right now. I think. We can figure more out later. Yeah?"

You nod against him.

"Thank you."

"Me?" He snorts. "What're you thanking me for? I should be thanking you!" One of his hands slips over, warmly covering your lower abdomen in a way that has your tummy doing somersaults.

"You're doing one of the most incredible things in the world...and you're letting me be a part of it."

Arven kisses you softly. "C'mon. Let's eat and then go home. I, uh..." He laughs a bit. "I suddenly don't feel great about dragging you out to the corner of the region where some of the strongest wild pokemon are?"

You laugh back. "Please. I can at least handle myself for a bit longer. Besides, we have two champion level teams with us. I think we're safe."

Arven looks back at your combined pokemon and between the massive dragon, your fire crocodile, a tiny fairy with a massive hammer, and a living bug dinosaur he suddenly feels like he's the one who needs to keep from panicking for a minute.

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runningfrom2am · 1 year ago

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achilles heel - VI: i. cheated. too.

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Grace is the very opposite of her brother in every way. when she finally moves onto campus at UNC Chapel Hill, she feels like she gets to be her own person, make her own friends, and hopefully start a promising career in the museum industry, and maybe, one day, get married to her high school sweetheart and live the American dream for herself. Rafe Cameron however, upon their very first meeting, throws a wrench in her very perfect plan.

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rafe cameron x fem!oc, rafe is giving very much homewrecker, fanon!rafe (kinda), college!au, friends to lovers, slow-burn (maybe?), minimal oc description, drug and alcohol use, mostly unedited, violence, fighting, (these tags are not exhaustive, lmk if i should add anything!)

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February 3rd, 2019

Rafe and Grace didn't lose contact again after that, he wasn't about to let that happen. She did still go to class, but he missed that smile he'd seen on Sunday- that side of her that was so carefree, so happy. He hadn't expected that vandalizing Nate's car would cure her heartbreak, but part of him hoped it would. He discovered that he would do anything to help, and he spent his free time throughout the week either texting her or thinking of what to do the next time they hung out. They didn't have plans, but he couldn't wait. And for once, he was almost completely free on a Saturday, so now is as good a time as any.

R: gracie, any plans today?

He sends the text and goes back to making lunch, trying to ignore how nervous it made him. It wasn't a risky text by any means, what was he scared of? Her saying she's busy? It's not a date, he knows that. It's just friends hanging out to keep her from spiraling back into a pit of depression, he didn't want to let that happen.

G: Just the usual, I'm trying to get some reading done but it's hard to focus

G: how about you?

Rafe's phone buzzes twice on the counter as the messages come in and he quickly grabs it, abandoning his sandwich-making efforts.

R: same

R: I'm thinking about going to the driving range later, want to come?

G: golfing? by yourself?

R: not if you come with me?

G: I don't know how to golf but I promise I'll be a good spectator

R: you'll just make me look like a pro 😎

G: 😐😐

R: i'll pick you up at 2?

G: See you then, Tiger Woods <3

Grace was surprised when Rafe showed up with a truck instead of his bike, but it would make sense if he had to bring his own clubs. The weather was nice that day, there were hardly any clouds in the sky but it was still crisp enough out for Grace to wear a sweater without the intentions of taking it off again until she got home.

By the time they arrived at the driving range, there was a decent amount of people there. With minimal snow and mostly friendly weather, a lot of people golfed year round in North Carolina, and Rafe was no exception.

He jumps out of the truck after parking to grab his clubs, and Grace grabbed her tote bag and slung it over her shoulder before following after him.

"You ever been here before?" Rafe asks, golf bag over his shoulder as they walk up to the entrance.

Grace shakes her head, looking out to the green and all the yard markers scattered over the lawn. "I think Nate came here sometimes. He likes golfing."

"Well, welcome, then." Rafe replies, holding the door for her and ignoring her second comment about her ex.

"Thanks, I'm excited." She smiles in response, passing him to enter but waiting for him to talk to the employee at the counter.

"Welcome in! What can I do for y'all today?" The young girl asks, Grace following her friend up while he places his clubs down and leans against the counter.

"Hey, yeah, can I get two twenty baskets please? And a club for her?" Rafe asks, Grace quickly shaking her head as the employee is already turning to grab the supplies he asked for. "What? You don't want to try?" He turns his attention to Grace now, slightly laughing.

"No, I'm not a golfer." Grace smiles nervously, pulling the sleeves of her sweatshirt over her palms.

The girl working pauses, looking between the two of them. "No then?"

"Nah, I'll take 'em. She might change her mind." Rafe insists, winking in Grace's direction before taking the baskets and club, handing it over to Grace.

Rafe paid, and then the girl buzzed open the door out to the driving platform for them to enter. Down at the end there was three open spots in a row, and Rafe lead Grace down all the way to the edge so they weren't surrounded on all sides by other people.

Grace placed down the one basket she carried over for Rafe, and sat down in a chair against the wall, ready to watch.

"C'mon, Gracie, you're not even gonna try?" Rafe chuckles, watching her as he's in the process of pulling out his club.

Grace shakes her head, smiling up at him. "I'm more than content to watch. Thank you, though."

"You'll change your mind- I know you will." He says, a smug grin crossing over his face.

Grace rolls her eyes fondly, then watched as Rafe tee'd up to make his first swing. Grace doesn't know much about golf, but she could see the confidence in Rafe's posture and his subsequent swing, and the way the muscles in his arms flexed and made his veins prominent. The ball flew off onto the green and landed somewhere she didn't see- her eyes were trained on him.

"Good hit!" Grace smiles, clapping for him and crossing her legs.

"Thank you." Rafe turns to her, taking a dramatic bow which makes her laugh. "Alright, your turn." He's already placing another ball on the tee.

"No!" Grace's laugh continues, shaking her head.

"What if I fumbled a few times first?"

"No, then people will definitely be watching." Grace giggles.

"Oh, come on. No one cares. You gotta start somewhere." Rafe pleads.

"Are you just going to bug me until I agree to try?"

"Yes ma'am." He nods in response, leaning on his club now.

"Okay, just one." Grace relents, standing up and placing her bag on the ground.

"That's what I like to hear!" Rafe grins, taking a step back as she grabs her driver, smaller than his so she can actually reach the ball from a decent distance. "Just, uh, try not to out-do me, that would be kind of a hit to my ego."

"Ha, ha, Rafe." Grace replies sarcastically, smile glued to her cheeks as she rolls her eyes, awkwardly adjusting the grip in her hands.

"Need help?" He offers, making an effort to not laugh at her obvious discomfort. Not that the laughter would come from a place of maliciousness, but just that she looks really cute. It would make him a little more comfortable if he could, but he's not sure which is worse; making her feel embarrassed, or having to explain himself.

"Maybe, yeah..." She agrees hesitantly, and he's already reaching out to adjust her hands.

"So just hold it like this..." He explains, placing her fingers in the right places. "And stand with your legs shoulder width apart." Rafe steps over next to her now to demonstrate in a way she can easily reflect. "Yeah, like that, then, line up, pull your elbow back and up like this-" He explains, holding an imaginary club and lifting his arms back, before swinging them down and forward, making a popping sound with his lips and then pretending to watch the ball fly with a hand over his eyebrows. "Got it?"

"I think so." Grace smiles, nodding slightly and looking down at the white ball again, lining up as Rafe takes a step back.

"Don't forget to imagine it's Nate's dick." Rafe adds.

"Rafe!" Grace laughs, turning to him and relaxing her posture again.

"No, you're right- sorry." He raises his hands. "That would make it like, a lot smaller and harder to hit."

"Oh, god- don't." Grace laughs as she looks away, an embarrassed pink flush coating her cheeks.

"Am I right?" Rafe teases her, his sole intentions being in making her glance at him with that slightly embarrassed but extremely genuine smile again.

"Rafe, I'm not telling you." She insists, trying to line up again.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"I'll hit you with this- how about that instead?" Grace turns to him, and yes, there it is. She's threatening him, sure, but not seriously, and if that's what it takes for her to look at him like that, he'd take the risk of being hit with a golf club every time.

"Okay, yup. Subject dropped." He agrees, smiling back at her. He just can't help it.

"Thank you..." Grace mutters, head shaking fondly at him. She's grateful now that she can talk about Nate without crying, but maybe that's just the Rafe effect.

After a moment of silence and a deep breath, she swings and misses- chipping the club onto the turf just next to the tee. "Oh- oops!"

"Just warming up?" Rafe chuckles, sitting down in the seat she previously occupied.

"Yeah, that was a practice swing. I've got it now." Grace agrees, lining up again. "Pressures on now for real."

"You're good." Rafe reminds her, trying not to stare too intensely. If she could feel his eyes boring into her skin she might mess it up again, so instead he sticks to her clothes, and the way her blue sweater is so clearly oversized but somehow fits her just right, tucked into the waistband of her jeans.

She swings while he's distracted, actually making contact with the ball this time. It wasn't a perfect hit, it flew off to the side but not very far. "I did it!" She grins, turning immediately to Rafe to see his reaction.

"Hey, not bad, Gracie!" He smiles, standing up again and reaching out instinctively to run his hand over her shoulder. "You're a natural."

"Okay, that's a bit dramatic." Grace laughs.

"Few more swings and you'll be perfect. Trust me." Rafe smiles, grabbing another ball for her.

They take turns for a while, and Grace only misses several more times before she actually gets the hang of it.

She's lining up again, feeling confident now as she stares down at the ball, swaying her hips back and forth to adjust her stance. Rafe, once again is watching with a proud smile on his face, arms crossed as he stands a few feet away. He happens to look up when he hears the buzzer for the gate open, a group of boys filing in. Standard, of course, and nothing to take note of until he recognizes one of them as Nate. Not only that, but Nate with his arm draped over a girls shoulder as she laughed at something he said. No doubt in Rafe's mind that it wasn't funny.

He had to get Grace out of here before she saw him. She swings which draws his attention again, and he's quickly gathering their stuff. "Hey, uh, I'm pretty hungry. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, actually, I could go for a coffee." Grace nods, turning to him and he's already holding her bag out to her. "Thanks.." She chuckles, dropping it back over her shoulder and grabbing a basket before turning towards the way they came in.

"Just go around that way." Rafe stops her, standing in front of her and taking the basket from her hands. "I'll drop off our stuff and meet you at the truck in a few, yeah?"

"Are you sure? I can come with you, you'll have a handful." Grace says, reaching out for the basket again.

"I'm sure. Just go around that way." He nods, pointing behind her to the emergency exit.

"Oh, okay. I'll meet you outside." Grace agrees, smiling at him thankfully before turning and taking the other exit which, thankfully, wasn't far.

Rafe turns as soon as the door shuts behind her, dropping the basket on the ground and picking up his club again.

He's pacing quickly over to where the boys and Nate's arm candy decided to set up, scowl clear as day on his face. "Nate!" He calls out as he gets closer, only allowing a moment for Nate to recognize him before he's tossing the driver into his left hand and swinging with his right, connecting his fist directly with that jerks nose.

Everyone in the immediate vicinity gasps as Rafe shakes out his fist, already cramping from the tension and impact. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" The girl asks, immediately reaching out for Nate who pushes her off.

"Don't touch me." He mutters, wiping his nose with his wrist, blood staining the crisp folded edges of the sleeve.

Rafe is staring at him as all his friends look between the two of them in shock. "I knew it was you who fucked with my car. I fucking knew it!" Nate says, raising his voice now as he glared at Rafe, staring him up and down.

"Maybe it was someone else who can see how much of a shitbag you are, have you ever considered that?" Rafe spits at him. "I bet you haven't, actually, because the only thing you can literally think about is yourself. You're a selfish prick."

"No, I know it was you." Nate shakes his head, scoffing. "What did I even do? You're the one who she cheated on me with! I'm innocent in this, not that either of you can get that through your thick skulls to realize that I am the one who was wronged."

"I've never touched her." Rafe says through gritted teeth. "If you knew her or cared about her you would have believed that when it came from her."

"Bullshit." Nate replies. "Anyway, tell your new girlfriend that we're even now."

"What does that mean?" Rafe ticks his jaw at this, knuckles white as they're wrapped around the grip of his golf club.

Nate laughs, shaking his head. "God, of course I'd have to spell it out for you..." He mutters. "Okay, fine. Tell her I... Cheated... Too." He says it slowly, mockingly, and Rafe sees red.

Before he processes anything, he's swinging the club at the boy in front of him, taking him down and then swinging again as he stands over him. He's quickly shoved back this time, dropping the club and catching a glimpse of one of the employees coming out to intervene just has he feels something hit his face. He's quick to pick up the club and run back, looking over his shoulder as he approaches his bag. He grabs it, throwing it over his shoulder and bolting out the emergency exit after Grace.

Grace is standing by the truck, reading a book she had in her bag, thinking to herself that she's glad she brought it just in case when she looks up at the sound of feet pounding into pavement. Rafe is running towards her, looking frantically over his shoulder.

"Rafe? What happened?" She asks, brow furrowed as she quickly closes her book. He throws his stuff in the bed of the truck and heads to the door.

"Hurry, just get in." He never intended to lash out on Nate like that, in all honestly he didn't even expect to throw the first punch- but that asshole made it impossible for him to resist.

"Are you okay? Oh my god, you're bleeding!" Grace exclaims, looking away from him to dig through her bag.

"I'm fine, I'm good." Rafe says, backing out of the parking spot and driving off quickly.

"No, no, it looks bad. Pull over somewhere." Grace tells him, pulling a couple napkins out of her bag and reaching out to hold them up to the cut on his jaw.

"I'm fine." Rafe says again, turning his head away. "I'll get you home and I'll deal with it."

Grace sighs, dropping her hands down again.

For the whole drive back to campus, it was silent. Grace didn't know what to say, despite having several questions, and Rafe didn't know how to say he was sorry or even explain what happened at all. He knew she wouldn't like it.

They pull up to the dorms and she gets out, grabbing her bag again and staring at him expectantly. "Get out."

"No, no I've got to-"

"Rafe, get out and come with me. We've got a first aid kit in our bathroom."

Rafe knows from the look on her face to not argue, sighing to himself and turning off the truck before getting out and following her upstairs.

She quickly uses her keycard to open the door, and pushes it open wide to let Rafe in with her. "Hey, Grace! How was your-" Her roommate starts to ask, stopping as she lays eyes on Rafe. "Oh! Holy shit, are you okay?"

"Olivia, this is Rafe." She introduces her quickly before Rafe can once again insist that he's fine. "Is the first aid kit still in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, I haven't touched it." Olivia stammers, looking shocked now.

"Thanks." Grace nods at her, dragging Rafe down the hall and into the bathroom by his hand. The way her palm is stretched around his is tense, he wished it didn't have to be that way.

She shuts the door behind them, digging around for the kit and pulling it out and opening it quickly. "I don't think you'll need stitches." She tells him, unwrapping gauze and alcohol wipes.

"I'm sorry." Rafe mumbles, surprised even to hear it from himself.

Grace pauses, looking up at him. Her eyes are soft again, she looks like herself, though the crease in her forehead has morphed from one of worry to one of confusion. "What? Don't be sorry."

"I am." Rafe replies, avoiding eye contact with her now.

"Well... What happened?" She asked, hesitantly continuing what she was doing.

"I, uh, Nate came in, and then I just-" Rafe explains and winces as Grace wipes off his cheek with a clean cloth. "I don't know... I didn't mean to, I guess."

"Is he okay?" Grace asks quietly.

"He'll be fine." Rafe clenches his jaw and she just nods a little bit. "Why do you even care?"

"He's a person, Rafe." She replies, delicately as possible trying to clean up the wound. "I mean, I know he hurt me, but that was superficial. I've loved him for years. I'd never want to see him in pain. But it happens, I suppose."

Rafe chews on the inside of his cheek as she talks. "You still love him?"

"Of course." She mumbles, almost embarrassed. "For now. One day that will change, I know that, but it's difficult to move on from the only love you've ever known."

"I'm sorry." Rafe says again. "I... I didn't know, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to try and talk some sense into him but he was with another girl and-"

"It's okay." Grace gives him a small smile. "Just... don't make a habit out of beating up my ex boyfriend, yeah?"

"One and done." Rafe promises, relaxed immensely by the forgiveness on her face.

"Thank you." She grins to herself, grabbing the alcohol wipe and brushing it over the area. "It's stopped bleeding, which is good. Now that it's cleaned up it doesn't look too bad."

"You should see the other guy." Rafe jokes, a slight tinge of pain in his tone as the alcohol gets into the cut.

"Oh, I'm sure." Grace chuckles, shaking her head. "Can I be honest with you for a sec? And you have to promise you'll never tell a soul."

"Of course." Rafe nods, smile fading as he's not sure what she'll say.

"You were kinda right." Grace blushes, giggling as she places a bandage over his cheek. From the confused expression on his face, she knows she'll have to explain. "It's... It's kinda small, I think." She whispers, face red now.

Rafe laughs, dropping his head back. "I knew it! I could just tell. And I knew you wouldn't have been embarrassed like that if I wasn't right."

"Shh, okay- never tell anyone." Grace giggles, holding a finger up to her lips. "I didn't tell you that, okay?"

"Nope, I didn't hear a thing." Rafe says, mock zipping his lips at that as he smiles down at the girl in front of him.

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soloroleplaystory · 1 year ago

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The next Friday arrives. I've been playing my online games more during the week, while still getting my work done.

"Hello little bunny. May I have the pleasure of escorting you to the party tomorrow night? I will not begrudge you if you want to dance with anyone else, but I would be honored if you'd stay on my arm all night. I'll provide anything you need, so long as you allow me to care for you. ~The Wolf."

How am I supposed to reply to that? I want to dance and have fun with anyone, but it's comforting dancing with him. After a long time, I finally reply.

"I am flattered that you like me so much. I enjoyed dancing with you very much. I've never really been in a relationship... Would you be upset if I ask you to allow me to have some fun before I dedicate to one person?" I type, breathing deeply. "You make me feel nice, but I don't want to lead you on."

A reply doesn't arrive until just before I start to get dressed. "I am willing to let you explore your desires. I simply hope you'll give me the chance to be the answer to those desires." The Wolf replies. "I will meet you at the door."

Something about that makes me shudder in excitement.

I put a little more effort into this outfit, with a black button up and some black skinny jeans. How long have these actually been in my drawer? Now's as good a time as any to wear them, I guess.

I'm less nervous as I reach the house holding the party. Knowing someone is actually waiting for me is really nice.

The door opens before I can knock, the wolf standing over me. I can't see his face, but I can tell he's smiling at me. He takes my hand and brings it to his lips, as if kissing it.

I hardly remember the night. Dancing, playing beer pong, true college stuff. The music was always too loud for conversations, which is why a lot of people come here.

I won a game of beer pong, but it was only because the Wolf helped me. Feeling him press against my back, his arms wrapping around me to position my shot, it was magical. It got me... Well, very turned on.

After the game, I was very tipsy. Some of the cups had shots instead of beer, so I'd had a lot more than last week. The Wolf takes my hand, guiding me to a slightly quieter room on the other side of the house. He keeps smiling at me, but I haven't really stopped babbling since the 3rd tequila shot I had.

The room is dimmed, with a massive pile of pillows and blankets inside. The parties are so consistent that they have these items for any guest sleeping over. Something in my head wants to be scared, but it's really hard to be with the Wolf.

I wake up, nestled in a pile of blankets. The room is unfamiliar, and my head is aching. What happened? Aside from the hangover, nothing is hurting. Well, except where I smashed my knee into the pong table.

I look at the nightstand, where my phone is plugged in along with a bottle of water and two travel packs of Advil. Beneath the bottle is a note.

"My dear bunny,

It was a joy to spend the evening with you. When I noticed you were starting to fall asleep, I brought you up to the guest room. The door is locked to give you the space to rest. When you are feeling ready to leave, send a text to this number #000-000-0000. I will be there shortly to escort you back to the main campus.

~The Wolf."

How had I gotten this lucky? But... I also don't want to burden him. After putting myself together as best as I can, I quietly slip out of the frat house.

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vforvadersbitches · 2 years ago

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“Thanks buddy,” I give him a smile, “go get some rest.” I nod for him to leave, waving when he does.

A week and a half later, since Ahsoka delayed her shipment, I send another letter with Zip to Virgil.

Ben,

I am sorry for not writing immediately back, Zip is only fourteen and it’s a hard trip for him.

I’ve enclosed a picture of Juliet, she’s not smiling yet but I figure her cooing face is as close as needed. She has green eyes, by the way. I have no idea where she gets them but I’m going to pretend they’re Qui-Gon’s. He would have loved her. She hardly cries, but always settles when I read to her. Reminds me of you.

I cannot come, I hope you understand. It’s a tricky situation. Do you have the clones? Cody? I would feel better if I knew there were under your jurisdiction and not some random General from the war sign-ups. No one understood them like we did. They would treat the boys badly. I miss them very much.

I’m sure it’ll thrill you to know, but I don’t watch the news. So tell me about your days. I want to hear about you. Please. I miss you dearly. If I can read your words just so it’s almost like you’re sitting next to me and talking.

Even if you had looked for me, you would not have found me. I am well hidden. Try to alleviate that guilt from your shoulders, please.

I love you too, with everything I have. I am excited for your letter in return.

Yours,

Lili.

Ps. I am sorry for only one photo, I only had one thing of film and figure you’ve seen my face plenty.

Finally able to purchase new shoes with the credits you let him keep, Zip makes it across the city a bit faster this time, knowing the Emperor will have been looking for him anyway. Yikes. Don't let him get chewed out because it's later...

He makes it to Virgil's office and walks in, slowing his pace as he sees a Commander in there. Not just a Commander. The Commander. Cody. Fuck.

He gulps as Cody turns to address whoever's coming in and raises a brow at the tiny kid in the doorframe. "Yes?"

"H-Hi- uhm- hi," he waves, already sweating, "I'm- the Emperor?"

"You're the Emperor?" Cody drawls.

"No I'm- I'm looking for him," Zip nods a little. "Is... he here?"

Cody looks past him and nods as Virgil comes through the doorway, his crisp white uniform and cape absolutely drenched in blood. Zip makes a quiet noise of surprise and takes a deep, shaky breath, praying this isn't the day he dies. Why does he even agree to this stuff? Because he has a big heart. That's why.

"Kid here t'see ya," Cody murmurs, knowing Virgil's absolutely oblivious at this moment.

Virgil turns, his eyes widening a little. "Oh- hello again. Leave us." he says to Cody.

Cody gives a nod and walks out, deciding to stay in the hallway to wait for the next available chance to talk to Virgil.

"Don't be frightened, child." Virgil holds his hand out. "I am fine. You're probably the only messenger I won't shoot," he jokes. "Or... kill you any other way." He notices Zip's gaze stuck on the bloodied clothes, "Just a bad day, child. Give me the letter please." Something tells him using the Force to take the letter would make the kid piss himself right about now. "What is your name?"

"Uh- uh- Zip," he moves forward, shakily holding out the letter. "Zip s-sir." He looks down as blood literally drips off Virgil's cape onto the floor.

Virgil starts to open the letter, pausing when he realizes Zip is... still here. "You can... come back. It would be less of a wait than previously. I'll be faster this time."

"Okay... yeah..." Zip backs toward the door, trying to ignore the bloody footprints throughout the office space. "I'll- uh- like- like 1 you think?"

"Sure," Virgil nods. "One." He watches Zip go and then continues to open the letter, spending just an hour alone staring at the photo of Juliet and letting his emotions go for the day. Which means... closed door, locked. No Cody conversation. Just him alone in his office, staring at his beautiful daughter, sobbing until he can't breathe. Why has he done this? Why has he ruined everything that he had with you? You can't share where you are... so clearly you don't trust him.

He sets the photo where he can see it the whole time and begins writing, so lost in his words he doesn't realize the small smear of blood along the side of the page whenever his glove brushes against it.

Darling,

Qui-Gon would love her, you are right. And he would be so proud of you. So very proud. I have no doubt about that whatsoever. I am so sorry he could not be here to help but I do know he is watching over you right now. I wish I was doing something that also made him proud, but every lineage has a screw-up, I suppose.

I've failed you. I've failed you in so many ways. I have failed so badly that even now you don't tell me where you are. I want to come find you. I want to be with you. I cannot handle the loneliness anymore, especially now knowing you're out there somewhere. Is Zip your only friend? Is he your only source of conversation and human connection these days?

My days... I don't know what to say about them. They are long, and cold. I am always so cold and tired. At night I shiver no matter how many blankets I pile on top of me. The weight is nice. The warmth is not noticeable. Cody works for me. Directly for me, no one else. He helps me train the inquisitors. They have started to become friendly, though they all fear me. I used to think that was a good thing.

I used to want people to fear me. To freeze up with terror every time they saw me or heard me coming. But... I don't know if that is what I want anymore. I don't know much of anything. Cody helps, when he can. He has his own issues to deal with. I don't blame him for such issues. I only blame myself. I have single-handedly inflicted this pain on... every single person I have ever loved. I see him and hear him break apart at night when the Palace gets quiet. Some nights, it's almost like we take turns. I cannot stand his screams. I don't know what to do. How to help him. He misses Rex more than anything. I have torn two twins apart and I have torn us apart.

Juliet is so beautiful. I will never stop looking at this photo of her. Thank you for sending it.

I once again beg you to tell me where you are. Please. I just want to see you. More than anything.

I love you endlessly. No matter what you hear about me, please know that. It will never change.

~ Ben

Zip returns about an hour or two earlier than the last delivery, since Virgil didn't take as long, and silently walks into your room. No amount of fake shopping could have shaken that bloody image from his mind.

He looks over at you and hands the letter over with a nod, whispering, "It was a really bad day..."

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evilovesyou · 2 years ago

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Hey Evelin,

I hope you're doing okay! A bit of lengthy message coming up here. Please bear with me - I hope you get a chance to read to the end...

I wanted to write to you to give you a bit of update of where things are at currently, and why I haven't been as active as usual on social media over these past few weeks.

I feel like I can be honest with you guys, and so I will be - I'm feeling pretty burnt out at the minute. I need to take a break.

It's been the most insane year - juggling touring the world with Louis Tomlinson's band alongside keeping a handle on the producing, mixing, releasing and touring of my own music. I feel like the luckiest person in the world to do any of this - not just one, but two, of my dream jobs at the same time. It's been such an important and special year. I love what I do so much that most of the time it hardly feels like 'work', but that comes at a price - you find yourself forgetting to take time off and look after yourself.

So, after recently realising I hadn't really taken a proper day off since January, I'm going to do exactly that. I'm going to take myself away for the rest of the year and give myself a bit of a break; give myself some time to relax; spend time with my friends and loved ones; immerse myself back in the world again as best I can. I won't be back on social media until next year - as much as I love using it to keep in touch with you guys, I've found it to come with a pretty heavy mental price tag recently.

I'm also so excited to get back to writing and creating again. I've finally got some time to assemble my thoughts and feelings into new music and I've never felt more confident as a singer and performer after everything this year. I've already started work and it's gonna be so good.

As an independent artist it's very easy to get caught up in the hustle culture of feeling like you have to always be present online and always have the next thing ready to go. You're warned of ever having a break, should your burgeoning career falter and die out before it really starts. But I know things are different with us - I know that you understand and aren't going anywhere, and I feel so grateful for that. I wanted to be honest with you, Evelin - I massively value the relationship we've built and feel like you deserve to be kept in the know.

It took me a while to admit to myself that I needed to take a break, and this time of year can be difficult. Make sure you're looking after yourself too, Evelin. Nothing's ever so important it's worth jeopardising your mental health!

Thank you so much if you've seen me live this year - whether it was as a support at one of the Only The Poets shows, at either of my headline shows or even through the stream last month. I can't wait to do so much more and get around to more of you next year.

Thank you so much if you've supported me by buying merch this year. Our Black Friday Weekend sale ends today if you fancied picking something up. My lovely new merch team will help out with any merch related questions you might have from now on. As an independent artist, the support has been invaluable - thank you.

Thank you so much if you've bought tickets to the tour in January/February. It's gonna be unforgettable and if you're coming, I can't wait to see you.

If you've managed to make it this far - thank you so much if you've supported me or my music in any way this year. It means more than you know. I'll be keeping an eye on this email, and you can reach me through here if you need to.

Stay safe, look after yourself and I'll see you in 2023!

Lots of love

Isaac

Isaac making me emotional in a fucking email newsletter wasn’t on my bingo card this year

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freedomfireflies · 2 years ago

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Insatiable | 2. Sparks Fly (Dylan & Kingsley & Chris)*

Summary: What do you get when you give Dylan, Chris, and Kingsley jumper cables as nipple clamps?

Well...a very dented Lamborghini.

Word Count: 9.2k (listen, can you blame me?)

"Are you even pushing?"

"Of course I'm fucking pushing, are you pushing?"

"Yes, I'm pushing but it's not fucking moving."

Aggravated, Kingsley rolls her eyes as she and Dylan struggle to push her tired, old car towards Chris's mechanic's shop.

He's already waiting for them, leaning against the garage door, arms crossed and smirking as he watches his two friends bicker.

He could probably go help them but... truth be told, it's much more amusing this way.

They continue grumbling as they shove the hunk of junk towards the shop, slowly but surely, and once they got close enough, Chris steps up to investigate, laughing at their tired and aggravated faces.

"What's the damage?" he calls as Kingsley huffs her way to a stop.

"Flat tire, engine won't start, and just overall a piece of shit," she tells him before glaring at the car. "And while you're at it, can you fix Dylan, too?"

Dylan scoffs and sends her a sour look while Chris just smirks. "I can help with the car, but as far as Dylan goes, I think you're better off just getting a new one."

"Fuck. You. Both," Dylan grunts before leaning on the hood of the car, while Kingsley sticks her tongue out at him.

Chris shakes his head at the two before crouching down to inspect the car, eyeing it carefully and with precision. "Dylan, can you go grab the air compressor? It's on the left. Next to Arthur's office."

Dylan lifts himself off the hood and drags himself into the garage, eyes raking over the different tools and parts until he finds the rather large item.

He picks it up off the floor and gets ready to turn around when he notices something that catches his eye.

There had already been a car parked inside the shop, which is why they couldn't roll Kingsley's car all the way inside, but Dylan hadn't really paid it much attention.

It was covered by a large tarp and didn't really attract much focus but as Dylan is getting ready to pass it, he notices that the front bumper is uncovered.

Stepping closer to investigate, he identifies a very familiar emblem that immediately has his heart racing.

Lamborghini.

His eyes widen as he sets the air compressor down, grabbing the edge of the tarp and flinging it over the rest of the car.

Holy fucking shit, he thinks as he takes in the magnificent vehicle.

A 1971 Lamborghini Miura. A rare 1971 Lamborghini Miura.

Dylan can hardly believe it, his eyes unable to focus on just one thing as he takes in the glorious ride.

It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life and that's including the time he got to ride in an actual DeLorean from the Back To The Future movies.

What it's doing in Chris's shop, Dylan has no idea, but his wonder filled gaze slowly turns to his friends who are still waiting just outside the garage.

"What the fuck is this doing here?" he calls, voice loud so it carries.

Both Chris and Kingsley turn to look, Kingsley confused by Dylan's new excitement, while Chris just laughs knowingly.

"That's Arthur's," he explains while Dylan looks back at the car. "Got it as a gift a couple weeks ago and we're working on restoring it."

Dylan's jaw practically drops as he finally bends down to grab the air compressor once again and bring it outside.

"So... does that mean there's a chance he'll let me drive it?" Dylan asks hopefully while Kingsley smirks.

"You?" she taunts as Chris motions for Dylan to bring the compressor over to the flat tire. "No way in hell."

Dylan passes off the machine to Chris before turning to her. "I don't know where I got this reputation for being a shitty driver but it's not true."

"You crashed into a light pole," she reminds him.

"Crashed into the McDonalds drive through," Chris adds.

"You even crashed into a parked car," Kingsley finishes. "I mean... how did you even get a license?"

The truth is, Dylan aced his driving test. The written and the physical. It wasn't that he didn't know how to drive... he just liked to go fast, and who could blame him?

"Fuck you," he retorts. "You're just jealous cause I get to drive a Lambo and you don't."

Chris just shakes his head as the two begin their bickering before kneeling down by the tire to begin filling it with air.

It's a hot summer day, the sun now beating down on the three friends as they work on the crappy car. Well... as Chris works on it, and Kingsley and Dylan lazily wait for him. There's not a lot to do in Boston in the summer, except find air conditioning, and that's the only thing on Kingsley's mind.

Tired from just standing there, she stoops down so she can sit on top of the air compressor and rest until Chris's finished with his work.

The machine has a slight vibration to it, but she hardly notices, instead more focused on the fact that she doesn't have to stand any longer.

Chris, however, is finding the tire to be difficult to work with and with a huff, turns up the power in hopes that more air will help.

The machine starts to vibrate at a much greater power and now Kingsley begins to notice the movement beneath her.

Subconsciously, her eyes widen as the tingles spread up through her body, and she clears her throat as if that'll somehow calm her down.

But the vibrations aren't stopping and the more aggressive they get, the more distracted Kingsley becomes.

Slowly, she pulls her propped up legs together in hopes that it'll aid in the feeling beginning to form in the pit of her stomach.

Unfortunately for her, though, it only seems to make it worse, as the shorts she had decided to wear today seem to be working against her, the seams adding friction in the very place she doesn't want it.

She should stand up. That's the obvious solution to her problem. She can stand up, and the feeling will go away, and everything will be fine.

So why isn't she standing up?

Her brain is telling her to do just that but yet her legs don't move. They keep her right there, sitting on top of that air compressor as it continues to worsen the torture.

But that's just it.

She likes the torture.

And what's so wrong with that? After all, it's a harmless vibration and all she's doing is sitting... it's not like she's breaking any rules. So, what's the problem?

The problem is that it's beginning to feel too good, her eyes flickering shut and legs squeezing together so hard she's sure she'll pop a blood vessel.

As long as Chris hurries up and finishes with the tire and they move on to something else, she'll be just fine, and can pretend like this never happened.

But Dylan can't pretend.

Dylan can't pretend like he hasn't noticed her beginning to squirm or that he didn't see her snap her legs shut.

He hadn't been sure but the second he saw her take a shaky breath and close her eyes... he knew.

And he can't look away. Can't look at anything else except the way she's digging her nails into her arms and biting at her lip to keep any sounds from coming out.

It feels forbidden to watch her like this. Feels strange to enjoy it.

But he does. He enjoys every second of the struggle she's putting herself through. Every second of the way she's teasing herself and the way he gets to witness it.

Is Chris doing this on purpose? he wonders to himself, glancing over at their friend, whose focus remains on the tire.

He can't possibly know what she's doing. He hasn't looked over at either of them since he started and yet he continues to increase the level of power in the air compressor, forcing Kinglsey to work that much harder at containing herself.

It's incredibly intriguing to see her suffer like this, almost entertaining, and he wonders if she realizes he's watching.

Dylan bets if she did realize... she'd love it. He imagines she loves to be watched and admired. After all, why else would she be so willing to do this only two feet away from her friends?

Finally, Chris powers the machine down and begins to stand back up to his feet, indicating he's finished with the tire while Kingsley quickly scrambles to her feet as well, a very hazy expression on her face.

Dylan simply crosses his arms and leans against the car as he looks her over, amused that she doesn't even notice he's looking at her. But she can't seem to look at anything else except the dirt under her shoes.

Sly little slut, he smirks to himself. She could act as innocent as she wanted, but now Dylan knew better.

"Alright, that should do it," Chris declares as he reaches down to pick the air compressor up.

Kingsley backs away from it, cheeks heating up as she watches him grab the machine and begin carrying it back into the garage.

Now that the moment has passed, she begins to relax, exhaling a deep breath as she watches Chris collect a few things from his shop.

"Feeling better?" a voice suddenly murmurs behind her and she nearly jumps out of her skin as she whirls around and sees Dylan.

He's got that arrogant look on his face as he studies her and her hand rests over her rapidly beating heart.

"Uh... yeah, I guess?" she replies with a sigh, assuming he's referring to her newly fixed tire.

However, his head only tilts. "Are you alright? You seem a little... on edge."

Her face begins to flush as she averts his gaze, shrugging casually. "No, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" he pushes, now stepping closer, and making her eyes widen. "Couldn't help but notice that you're looking a little flustered."

I'm gonna kill him, she thinks to herself before shrugging again. "No, it's just kind of hot out."

His smile grows at her horrible lie before he leans closer, his lips ghosting her ear as he whispers, "Do you really think I don't know what you were doing?"

Her jaw nearly drops once she realizes what he means but doesn't get the chance to scold him or ask any questions as Chris begins strolling back over, forcing the two to act casual.

Chris notices the odd expressions on his friends faces and raises a brow, looking between them. "Did I miss something?"

Kingsley is quick to shake her head, hoping that Dylan will do the same, but of course... he just grins.

"Actually, you did," he answers casually, grabbing at Kinsgley's waist the moment she tries to walk away.

He keeps her planted firm in front of him, his head leaning to the side so he can peer over her shoulder.

"Would you like to tell him? Or should I?" Dylan hums in her ear, eyes flicking up to Chris's face.

She begins to grit her teeth together, now incredibly annoyed with Dylan's condescending attitude, and need to always be in control.

And who is she to let him have control over her?

"You missed me sitting on the air compressor and nearly coming in my fucking shorts," she says bluntly, eyes fixed on Chris's.

Both boys are surprised by this confession, Dylan rather shocked she admitted it herself while Chris is shocked to learn it had happened at all.

But Kingsley simply stands her ground, expression flat as looks over her shoulder at Dylan. "Happy?"

Dylan's amused smile only grows. "Delighted."

She rolls her eyes in response before they both look to Chris, who still hasn't said anything.

She begins to feel a little bad that her innocent friend is now caught in the middle of their game. After all, he doesn't seem to be a very sexual guy, at least not that she's ever seen. He's shy, quiet, and from what she can tell, gets embarrassed just from looking at a girl.

She offers him an apologetic smile in hopes that they'll be able to just change the subject and Chris steps closer.

"Wow," he finally muses, looking between the two, and she anxiously waits for him to scold them. "Well then guess it's a shame I didn't let you finish, hm?"

A silence falls over the group as Kingsley's eyes nearly pop out of her head.

That was the last thing she had expected him to say but Dylan isn't surprised. He'd always figured there was more to their shy friend then they knew.

And he's happy to discover he was right.

His fingers get a little tighter around Kingsley's waist as he dips his head down again. "It is a shame, isn't it?"

She can feel her heart rate picking up as Chris takes another step closer to them, his eyes beginning to darken in a way she's never seen before.

Dylan's grip is relentless, even when she begins to squirm from the tension forming between the three of them, and she begins to mentally curse him to hell.

"I don't think it's fair we leave you like this," Chris adds, now so close, she can see the specks of green in his eyes. "And we're not cruel... are we, Dylan?"

Dylan can't wipe the look of smug superiority off his face as runs his tongue over his bottom lip. "Not unless we have to be."

Both boys are watching Kingsley closely, her eyelids fluttering as the pressure begins to build.

She wants to say something, wants to speak up... but she can't seem to. Not with them looking at her like this, not with them taunting her, teasing her.

She might have been able to if it was just Dylan... but Chris's looming presence, his broad shoulders, and lustful expression are throwing her off.

She's never witnessed him like this before and she's more than intrigued, wanting to know how far he'll go, and hoping if she stays quiet, she'll find out.

Thankfully, this plan seems to work in her favor as Chris closes the distance between them and reaches up to run his thumb down her bottom lip, pulling at it as he watches.

"Should we leave you like this?" he asks, his tone silky but deep. "Leave you a squirming, pathetic mess?"

Dylan can barely contain his glee as Kingsley's eyes grow wider, filled with wonder as she breathlessly looks up at the man before her.

She can only shake her head, the words still stuck in her throat, but Chris doesn't mind.

He smiles at the gesture, loving the way she's practically shaking under his simple touch.

He wonders how far he can push her, how well she'll behave.

How well they both will.

For a brief moment, he has to pause, reminding himself to go slow. He can't let himself go too dark because if he does... he might not be able to pull back.

But here they are in front of him, practically begging him to take control, and he can't find the willpower to say no.

"I think he asked you a fucking question," Dylan's low tone rings in Kingsley's ear, his lips brushing her neck.

Chris smirks at this, gaze trained on Kingsley as she slowly swallows.

"Please," is all she mumbles, practically in pain, and both boys seem to be satisfied with this.

Dylan and Chris lock eyes, eager to get started, and Chris finally offers her a smile.

His hand moves from her lip and down her arm where he grabs her palm between his fingers and begins pulling her forwards. "Let's go inside," is all he says before leading her into the garage.

Dylan is right behind, hands shoved in his pockets as he watches the two of them, the anticipation growing.

The three of them come to a stop just in front of the Lamborghini and Dylan's interest is peaked as Chris begins to smirk at him.

"Sit down," he instructs Dylan, who just raises his eyebrows.

But, nevertheless, Dylan does as he's told, moving to the hood of the rare car before leaning back against it.

Now, Chris looks down at the mesmerized girl in front of him, letting go of her hand as he nods his chin towards Dylan. "I want you to sit between his legs, okay?"

Nodding quickly, Kingsley gently takes a couple steps back, her eyes still on his as if waiting for his approval.

Dylan scoots back on the hood and grabs her hips to help adjust her, pulling her back until she's pressed right up against his chest.

Satisfied, Chris looks at the sight in front of him, Dylan's hands resting on her thighs, while Kinglsey anxiously bites her lip.

Stepping closer and crouching down, Chris's palms begin to smooth up her legs, watching the way her eyelids flutter at the feeling.

He brings them up to her thighs, ever so slowly, and she has to hold back a satisfied sigh from his touch.

His fingers move to the button of her jean shorts before he undoes them and begins pulling them down her legs, swiftly discarding of them.

Kingsley can't contain her wonder as she looks down at him from between her legs and he doesn't dare look away from her, either.

He likes that he has her attention, likes that she's desperate for him, and likes that there's power in their eye contact alone.

"Show me how soaked you are," he demands, his voice about two octaves deeper.

Dylan's head tilts as he looks over her shoulder, watching as she slowly brings her hand between her thighs, and grabs the lace of her underwear.

Pulling it to the side, her eyes flutter, the cool air adding another sensation to her already sensitive skin.

Chris's gaze moves down, taking in the magnificent sight in front of him, and he can feel his jaw clench.

She feels his fingers digging a little deeper into her thighs, maybe in an attempt to ground himself, and the pain makes her gasp.

His eyes flicker back up at this sound, now desperate to hear more before he looks towards Dylan. "Hold her open."

Gladly, Dylan wraps his hands around the top of her thighs, forcing her legs open.

Breathlessly, she begins leaning against him a little harder, but he doesn't mind or even notice. He only watches Chris, eager to see what he has in mind.

"You wanted to get yourself off," Chris now says to Kinglsey, whose heart is pounding inside her chest. "Wanted to do it right in front of us, yeah? So do it."

Her pupils get a little wider at this request, feeling the way Dylan's grip tightens around her legs, and Chris continues to stay crouched below her.

She wants to beg him to touch her, not to make her do it herself, but the way those blue eyes drill through her... she can feel what it does to her willpower.

She does like to be watched and to be watched by him, the way he is now... she doesn't waste another moment.

With one hand holding her panties to the side, she uses her other to feel her soaked little hole.

The slight contact is enough to have her whimpering, the buildup of tension almost unbearable. Just feeling how worked up she is, how wet, how fucking needy... well that's reward enough.

She drags her fingers through her soaked folds, teasing her clit for a moment as she squirms against the hood, trying to squeeze her legs shut.

But Dylan is much stronger, forcing them even further apart as he tsks in her ear disapprovingly.

At the same time, Chris's head tilts, his expression disappointed as he raises an eyebrow.

"You know better than that," he warns. "Are you gonna be good?"

Panting, she flicks her clit, causing her to gasp again instead of answer.

"You heard him," Dylan adds, his tone almost threatening.

She cusses under her breath as the pleasure begins to build, wondering how they expect her to think, let alone actually answer.

"You will," Chris finally decides for her. "You will because if you don't, we don't let you cum."

The worst possible punishment, especially with the way she's feeling right now, and all she can do is look at him through hazy eyes, practically begging him to go easy on her.

But that was never his plan, and he simply looks right back, unrelenting and she whines.

She continues touching her soaked cunt, her fingers teasing her dripping hole as her body begs her for that feeling. The feeling of being full, of being fucked, of being abused.

She lets one finger slide in but it's not nearly enough and when she finally slips in a second, she feels Dylan's hands dig deeper into her skin.

His lips graze her exposed shoulder, moving up to her neck as he kisses where he can reach, and she sighs at the feeling.

And Chris watches. Watches the two of them, the slight sting of jealousy beginning to nip at him, but he doesn't acknowledge it.

No, instead, he wants to see how far they'll go. How well they'll obey him.

And there's something mesmerizing about watching Dylan hold her open, kiss her, bite at her skin.

He can tell he's getting hard just from the sight and it's painful but it's so fucking good.

They watch as she adds a third finger, filling herself until she's squirming even harder, the sound of her soaked fingers practically music to their ears.

But she needs more, and Chris stands by the statement that he isn't cruel, so his eyes flick up to Dylan.

"Help her out," he instructs to which Dylan grins.

His large hand releases her thigh before coming up to her desperate clit, pinching it between his fingers as she drops her head back onto his shoulder.

"Don't fucking move," he hisses but she couldn't stop even if she tried. The sensation is much too powerful and she's much too sensitive to ever be able to stop.

And Dylan is determined to force her to take as much pleasure as he can, playing with her clit like it's nothing but a toy, pinching it, pressing it, and then telling her to suck his fingers before he does it again.

It's wonderful to watch but Chris isn't done, instead eyeing the two before adding, "Feel her. Fucking stretch her out for me."

Knowing just what he means, Dylan happily obliges, moving his fingers down besides hers as they both slide them inside her dripping cunt.

It's almost too much but the pain of being stretched is too good and she whimpers when she feels it.

Her back arches and she tries to close her legs again, but Chris is quick to make sure she can't, raising that same eyebrow as a warning.

She decides right then and there that they were wrong, they are cruel, and she doesn't know how much longer she can stand it. Not with Dylan pumping her so slowly. Not with Chris pressing a kiss to her inner thigh and teasing her with what might have been. And not with the way she's forced to keep going.

Chris almost feels bad for her until he notices the way her nipples are straining against her tiny tank top. He wonders if she wore that on purpose, just for him, just for him to see her.

And if that's what she wanted, then he might as well give it to her, reaching up to grab the neckline before ripping it down, exposing her aching tits.

She gasps at the aggression and then at the way the air hits her, the noise turning to a moan as she continues to squirm against Dylan, who still doesn't budge.

And Dylan lets himself admire her, looking down at the sweet flesh before him, a little upset he can't touch it, tease it, lick it. He'd love to get her nipple between his teeth, would love to see her whimper for him, or feel her pulling his hair.

But something else might have to do for now, and the second he sees it, that mischievous grin is back.

Chris notices his change in expression and gives him a quizzical look, but Kingsley doesn't notice either one of them as she continues abusing her tight hole and soaking both their fingers.

Dylan nods towards the object as Chris glances over his shoulder to see.

And when he sees it, his own grin appears.

Standing up, he walks over to retrieve it, wondering if maybe this will be too much, but deciding he'll let Kingsley decide.

At the loss of his hand, Kingsley's eyes flicker open as she watches him walk back over, her gaze falling over the items in his hands.

Surprised, she looks back up at him, but he just gives her a reassuring smile. "Do you think you can take it?"

The rhythm of her hands begins to slow as she considers it, debating just how much she's comfortable with.

But she can't deny she's intrigued, and she knows if she should trust anyone with it, it's Dylan and Chris.

So, she nods ever so slightly. "Yes," she forces herself to reply verbally, although her voice is barely a whisper.

"That's our girl," Dylan smirks to himself and Chris has to agree.

Nervous, but incredibly turned on, Kingsley watches as Chris holds the jumper cables, one in each hand before sparking them together. Little flecks of light fly out from the contact, falling onto the ground, and disappearing. They make a very electric sound as they're struck together, and her eyes get even wider, but Chris just breathes out a laugh.

"Don't worry, baby, the power is on the lowest setting," he assures before crouching down beneath her again, his expression hardening. "Are you sure you're okay?"

She nods quickly, the idea new but enthralling, and she knows he wouldn't put her in any danger.

Besides, she thinks. They're basically just... fancier nipple clamps.

That doesn't really make it any better, but she couldn't care less, instead focused on the way Chris holds them in his hands and gets closer.

"Attagirl, stay still," he commands before gently placing the clamps around her hardened nipples.

Instantly, she sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes nearly rolling back as he squeezes the handles to make sure they're on just right.

He was right, there doesn't seem to be any power in them, but that isn't her concern right now. The sensation is one she's not used to but it's making her ache like she never has before.

And Dylan can tell, continuing to finger fuck her the way he had been, but she doesn't join in, still breathless from the jumper cables, so he whispers, "Did he say you could fucking stop?"

She shakes her head briefly before resuming the pace, but she knows it's useless, she can't hold out much longer even though she wants to.

But she does her best, struggling to do that and hold her panties to the side, and she can feel her body growing weaker as the pleasure courses through it.

And she's doing such a good job, that Chris thinks it's only fair to turn up the heat, so to speak.

So, reaching for the power source, he gently adjusts the dial and Kingsley's back arches as she moans with ecstasy.

It's not a painful feeling, rather a sharp sting, but it feels so fucking good. She can't really understand it herself but it's exactly what she needs, her body unable to hold off on the pleasure any longer.

She writhes against Dylan's chest, whimpering pitifully as the feeling overpowers her, but he doesn't stop. He holds her open with one hand and fucks her with the other, mercilessly.

And it's Chris's new favorite thing; watching her cum. He wants to watch it on a loop, over and over and over again.

Her sweaty body, her glistening skin, the way her chest heaves up and down. It's addicting and he decides he needs to see it again. Needs to hear it again. Needs it.

He stands back up to his feet and places his hand under her jaw, forcing her head up as she wearily looks at him. "So fucking good for us, aren't you?"

She nods, unable to do anything else, and Dylan laughs to himself.

"I know, baby. Gonna do exactly what I say, aren't you?" Chris adds next and her heart begins to thump before she nods again.

He lets go of her jaw and takes the jumper cables in his hand, taking them off and tossing them to the ground, while the other two slowly get down off the hood.

Her tits are now a deep red, her nipples still swollen and hard, but still so fucking beautiful and he can't help but admire them for a moment.

Then, he looks to Dylan. "You're gonna fuck her."

It's not a question or a suggestion and Dylan's eyebrows raise as he looks at him.

"You're gonna fuck her on the hood of this car and I'm gonna watch," Chris continues before looking to Kingsley. "I'm gonna watch him ruin this tight little pussy and I'm gonna watch you fucking take it."

His demand goes straight to her aching cunt, her mind hazy as she can finally squeeze her legs together now that Dylan has let go.

But Dylan doesn't release her for very long, now reaching over her shoulder to wrap his hand around her throat, adding some ever so slight pressure.

Then, with his nose pressed to her cheek, he inhales and whispers, "Say please."

She's breathless as Chris watches them, amused by Dylan's little show.

"Come on," Dylan urges. "Beg me to fuck you."

"Please," she whispers back quickly. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me," she corrects. "Please, Dylan."

She never thought in a million years that she'd be moaning Dylan's name but there's a first time for everything.

And Dylan is fucking thrilled to hear it. To hear his name on her lips and he grins at the sound.

Then, he spins them both around and pushes her down, her exposed tits pressed against the metal of the hood.

Her head spins at his animalistic behavior but can't help loving it, even if she shouldn't.

He doesn't waste any time in dropping his own jeans and pulling out his cock, fisting it a few times before ripping the delicate lace panties down her legs.

With her cheek against the car, she takes a deep breath as she feels him tease her, the feeling of his hard tip alone sending a shiver along her spine.

Bending her over the hood of a Lamborghini and fucking her senseless has to be Dylan's greatest accomplishment and he wonders how anything will ever compare.

But that's a problem for a later day, his focus now on the beautiful sight in front of him, grabbing at her hips as he lines himself up.

Her hands ball into fits as she feels him, her jaw dropping at the sensation, and the way even stretched, it's still overwhelming.

She whimpers when he stills, knowing it won't be for long, but wanting to scream at him to move so she can feel him.

Eventually, he does, pulling back so he can thrust into her again, a rather easy task to do with the way she's dripping down her thighs.

And she's so fucking tight, practically gripping his cock in a way that makes it hard for him to think straight and feeding his urge to completely ruin her.

He's holding her hips in his hands, gripping them. He knows he's leaving bruises but that just makes it better. He fucks into her relentlessly, the pressure building deep in his spine, his grunting practically echoing in her ear.

He loves watching her bent over in front of him. He loves reaching forward to keep her down, body against the hood, tits aching.

But he loves that he can grab a fistful of her hair and hold her still while he fucks her. That he can control her in more ways than one.

"Is this what you wanted?" he taunts after a moment, thrusting into her after he says it. "Sitting there, practically coming in your shorts? Did you want us to see you?"

Well, no, that hadn't been what she wanted but right now, she's so glad they did. She nods her head, cheek scraping the hood as she tries to answer him.

Dylan smirks at this. It's not often she's speechless but he's glad to fuck the words right out of her.

"Tell me, princess, do you like being fucked like a dirty whore?" he asks with a quick pull to her hair, forcing her head up. "Huh? Or do you just like being one?"

She struggles to breathe as she hears this question, the idea of hearing Dylan degrade her not one she had expected, but one she learns to need. "Fuck."

He's unrelenting, however. "Use your fucking words, dollface. Do you like Chris watching me fuck you? Watching me fucking split you in half?"

She nods, leaning on her forearms as the car windshield before her becomes fuzzy. "Yes, yes."

But Dylan isn't satisfied. He needs more. "Give me your fucking hands."

Gingerly, she reaches only one arm behind her, but Dylan decides he'll make her if he has to.

Forcing her head back down to the hood, he grabs her other arm and secures her wrists between his fingers, holding tight.

Whimpering, she feels herself clench at the pain and aggression, and Dylan feels it, too.

He then moves his foot to help shift her legs further apart, forcing her open so he can go deeper.

He'll go as deep as he fucking has to and he doesn't plan on stopping.

With his other hand, he reaches around to tease at the very clit she can't reach, resuming his work from earlier.

It feels so good between his fingers and knowing how much power it has over her makes him grin.

A simple flick of his thumb has her reeling, the feeling of both him and his fingers just what she needed.

She's panting and squirming against the hood, her back arching every time he hits just the right spot, and wishing more than anything that she could touch him.

"Please, Dylan," she whines after a moment and his attention is caught. "Please just..."

She's not entirely sure what she's asking, after all, she couldn't really touch him even if he released her, but she needs him, needs something to help her.

Dylan only smirks as he keeps her arms taught. He releases her clit but only so he can grab her hair again, force her head to the side, and whisper, "Say my fucking name."

So she does. She moans his name immediately, so consumed with lust that she knows this orgasm will be the best of her life.

And Chris watches. He watches how Dylan grits his teeth in pleasure, how Kingsley's tits slide against the hood of the car with each thrust, and how her ass fits perfectly in the palm of Dylan's hand as he gropes her skin.

He watches as she soaks him, watches him disappear into her, watches her moan his name at the feel.

And he can't fucking stand it.

That jealousy he'd felt before is much more prominent now, making him see green, his jaw clenching every time Dylan pulls back and thrusts back in, his hips slamming against her ass.

He'd wanted it, he'd wanted to see it, wanted to hear her scream... but not because of Dylan. He can't bear to hear her whimper his name again or watch him cum inside of her.

Fuck, the idea of Dylan coming inside her is the last straw, and Chris angrily steps closer to him.

He reaches for the back of Dylan's neck, his fingers weaving through the roots of his hair before tugging his head back.

"Do not fucking cum," he grunts in Dylan's ear.

Dylan sucks in a sharp breath but doesn't say anything as Chris continues to keep a tight hold on him.

"Do you fucking hear me?" Chris repeats. "You do not cum inside her."

Dylan does his best to slow his movements and keep himself from coming, but the slower he goes, the worse it gets.

And Chris notices. He hears the way Kingsley begins to whimper a little more pathetically and hates the way she's enjoying it. The way Dylan is enjoying her.

With another tug to his roots, Chris growls, "Go, you're done."

"Fuck you," Dylan seethes, the idea of stopping out of the question, but Chris reaches around and grabs his jaw, forcing his head to the side so he can look at him.

"The fuck did you just say to me?" His eyes are dark, his expression angry, and his grip on Dylan's jaw almost too tight. "You're lucky if I let you cum at all."

Dylan just glares at him, digging his fingers into Kingsley's skin as if to prove a point, and trying to jerk his head out of Chris's grasp.

But Chris doesn't let go. "Is that what you want? Wanna watch me fuck her while you get to watch? Knowing you can't fucking do anything about it? It hurts, yeah? Well I'll fucking make it hurt."

Dylan doesn't want to stop, doesn't want to let Chris have this, have her but he knows right now, Chris is the one in control.

And while on a good day, he'd have no problem telling him to go to hell, there's something about looking at Chris that makes him feel submissive.

He knows he can keep him from getting what he wants, and he decides at least this time, it's not worth it.

When he doesn't respond, Chris takes this as a sign of obedience, and scoffs. "That's what I fucking thought. You're gonna stand right over there and you're gonna fuck your hand. And while you do, I want you to watch her."

Dylan's annoyance grows as he glares at the taller man who still hasn't let go of his jaw.

"You're gonna watch as I fuck her," Chris continues, a smirk beginning to form. "You're gonna watch as I cum inside her and then? You're gonna fucking clean it up."

The idea is both sinister and appealing to Dylan and finally, Chris releases his grip rather aggressively, shoving his head to the side as he does.

"Go," Chris barks again and Dylan eventually slows his rhythm and pulls out.

Confused and so fucking on edge, Kingsley whines as she pushes herself off the hood to assess the situation.

Her breathing is shallow, her skin hot, and cunt throbbing as she looks from a very annoyed Dylan with his dick in his hands to Chris, whose expression is hard and determined.

He doesn't say anything as he reaches for her and spins her around until she's in front of him. Then, he leans back until he's resting on the edge of the hood, placing her between his legs.

Her eyes are wide as she waits for his next move, hands falling onto his shoulders to brace herself.

He almost wants to smile at her flushed cheeks and hopeful gaze but chooses instead to reach up to her throat and squeeze.

"Take my belt off," he instructs as he applies a much harsher pressure than Dylan had, and she quickly obeys as her head begins to spin.

Her hands move from his shoulders to his waist where with shaky fingers, she begins to undo the buckle.

He smirks at her frazzled movements but doesn't release her delicate throat, instead using it as a way to make her move faster.

She does, pulling it from the loops as quickly as possible before tossing it to the ground.

"Good girl," he coos, now bringing her down closer to him. He ghosts his lips over hers while watching her eyes flutter shut, head tilting as he whispers, "Now take my cock out."

Her eyes open again as she looks at him, the familiar yet handsome face leaving no room for discussion.

She does as asked, pulling down the zipper of his jeans and reaching her tiny hand into his boxers.

The second her fingers graze him, Chris wants to take a deep breath, but he doesn't. He just watches her expression, her eyes growing at the feel of him and lips parting as she wraps her hand around his large cock.

She pulls it out and looks down, mesmerized by the sight in front of her and wondering how the fuck she's meant to survive this.

Chris would make it work, no matter what, she was gonna fucking take him. And he could hardly wait as he glanced down as well, seeing the way he looked in her palm, it was fucking perfect, made to fit.

His eyes move back up to hers and she looks at him as well, waiting with anticipation.

"You're gonna fuck me," he says simply, putting the power in her hands. "You are. You're gonna fuck me and cum around my cock, gonna fucking soak me. And I'm gonna let you. And then I'm gonna fucking fill you, gonna cum inside you so deep that you don't leave this garage without my fucking baby inside of you."

Her pupils practically double in size as she nearly whimpers from his words alone, but he doesn't notice, he only looks over to Dylan, still pouting by the wall.

Bringing Kingsley a little closer to him, Chris smirks at the pitiful excuse for a man beside them. "And Dylan's gonna watch, isn't that right? Gonna watch me fill you and then clean up whatever's left. Look at him, go ahead. Look how pathetic he looks with his tiny little cock in his hands, missing your cunt."

Kingsley slowly glances to the left as she watches Dylan scoff to himself, his head resting against the wall behind him as he fists himself.

"He's gonna watch you fuck me," Chris whispers into her ear with a wicked grin. "So give him a show, yeah?"

Overwhelmed with lust and need, Kingsley turns back to him and kisses him hard. He hadn't really told her she could, but she can't seem to care right now, all she wants is to taste him, to feel what it's like to kiss him.

And he considers punishing her for this, but deep down, he'd been wanting to kiss her, too. After all, Dylan hadn't, and he was glad he didn't, because if he had... well, Chris might never have forgiven him.

So, he lets Kingsley sigh into their kiss, lets her tongue explore his, and lets her bite at his lip as her fingers begin to thread through his hair.

He likes the feeling of her touch, maybe more than he'd like to admit, but he simply drags his hands up the back of her thighs until he can feel the way she's dripping.

His eyelids flicker shut at this feeling, an indulgence he hadn't given himself to before, and curses under his breath.

He grabs the back of one leg and hoists her leg up until her knee is resting on the hood beside his hips.

This brings their bodies even closer and his exposed cock is pushed up against her aching clit.

She nearly collapses at the sensitivity, her forehead dropping down to rest on his shoulder as she whines miserably.

How is she supposed to take charge when she can barely stand up? She decides for the second time that Chris is wickedly cruel for this but even still, finds pleasure at the idea that the power is all hers.

"What did I say?" Chris reminds her lowly although he doesn't discipline her quite yet. "Be our good girl, yeah?"

With a shaky breath, she nods and straightens up, Chris's large hands helping to steady her as she does so.

With determined focus, she trails her hand down his chest, mostly to feel his large muscles before taking him in her hands.

They both watch as she guides him to her soaked opening, straightening up before sinking down with a gasp.

He exhales deeply through his nose when he feels her, eyes flicking up to her face immediately so he can watch the way her eyes shut, and her head drops back.

She thought she'd reached her limit with Dylan, but nothing can ever compare to this.

Sure, size doesn't matter and all that shit, but Chris is more than enough.

There's no way she can fuck him, she can't possibly figure out how she'll find the strength, but Chris doesn't let her hesitate for even a moment.

His fingers dig into her sides as he looks up at her, rolling her hips against his cock as she makes noise after uncontrollable noise.

The whole garage is echoing with his name on her tongue, and he couldn't be happier about it.

And Dylan watches, fisting himself as he watches the way Chris disappears into her, the way her tits move when she moves, and the way his nails are scratching down her back.

He's not happy about it but it is nice to watch.

Kingsley doesn't notice anyone or anything but this feeling that she's been kept from for what feels like eternity.

She does her best to use her leverage to rock against him, to bounce on his cock, and fuck him the way he asked.

But her strength is fleeting, and her mind is fuzzy, and Chris is so pretty. So fucking pretty, his scratchy beard, his colorful eyes, and his strong jaw.

And the way he's touching her just makes him that much more beautiful in her mind.

He'd watch her forever if he could, but all he wants to do is stimulate her everywhere he can think of, including her soft tits that are currently in his face.

He brings one hand up to squeeze while his tongue attacks at the other, smoothing it over her swollen nipple.

His fingers leave a grease stain behind on her skin from when he was working earlier, and he's worried for a moment until he sees how fucking pretty her tainted body looks.

It's beautiful, like paint, and proof of his touch. A physical reminder that her body belongs to him.

And so, he does it again, smearing her skin with the black substance as he gropes another moan out of her, her movements staggering as she struggles to keep consistent.

He wraps his other arm around her lower back to help guide her, making sure she can't stop, because he needs to keep feeling her, needs to cum inside her, it's all he wants.

And he's so fucking deep, he's never loved anything as much, and with his other hand, grabs her wrist and places it on her stomach.

He presses her palm flat against her skin before growling, "You fucking feel that? That's how fucking deep I am."

And she can't believe it, but she can't keep herself from gasping at the feeling of his hand pressing down on hers, the pressure that she feels inside.

She's so close and he knows it, but he won't let her cum until he is, so he reaches behind her neck to grab her roots and tug her head back. "Not fucking yet," he hisses before thrusting up into her. "Do you hear me?"

She nearly screams at the feeling, the power he holds over her being possibly the best part, before whimpering her answer.

He's making it impossible, however, for her to hold off and she knows it, just adding it to her list of reasons why he's a fucking sadist.

He doesn't release her hair, instead wrapping it around his hand so he can force her to look over at Dylan.

"Fine, you wanna cum?" he taunts. "Then you watch him. You watch him while you cum."

Another pathetic noise leaves her lips before she pants, "Please."

"Please what?" Chris sneers in response. "Don't wanna watch him fuck his hand, is that it?"

She shakes her head, and this makes him smirk.

"Wanna watch me fuck you, don't you?" he corrects. "Yeah? Wanna see yourself drip down my cock? Is that it?"

Nodding eagerly, she gasps again, and he loosens his grip on her hair so she can look back at him.

He doesn't release her though but she doesn't mind, she likes the feeling.

"So fucking watch me then," Chris hisses. "Watch me fuck you so hard that you feel for me a week. That every time you move you fucking feel me inside you. That you remember how fucking pathetic you look on top of me."

She breathes out a string of curses as her hands scratch down his shoulders, trying to ground herself, although it doesn't help, and she feels just as powerless as before.

He continues thrusting his hips upwards, fucking into her mercilessly, and forcing her to take every ounce of pleasure as she rolls against him, trying to match his pace.

And they find a rhythm that works well, maybe too well, and he knows he won't last much longer. The visual stimulation is already enough.

They both hear Dylan begin to grunt beside them and Chris uses his grip on Kingsley's hair to force her eyes back over.

"Watch him," he instructs in her ear, and they both do.

Dylan cums all over his hand, eyes screwed shut, and body sliding down the wall as if he can't fucking take it anymore.

And Chris scoffs, a look of disgust on his face as watches. "See how fucking pathetic he looks? You think he can fuck you like I can?"

Kingsley shakes her head no but still can't find her voice, eyes growing weary as Chris's grip tightens.

"Huh?" he pushes, tugging a little harder to force her to keep watching Dylan. "You think he could fucking fill you like I can?"

"No," she breathes out, body growing weaker.

Pleased with her response, Chris releases her hair so he can finish the job, thumb flicking at her clit until she writhes against him.

"If you wanna cum so fucking bad, then do it," he leers. "Do it, soak me. Right fucking now."

His words alone send her over the edge, and she finally, finally gets that sweet relief.

And feeling her clench around him, feeling her cum around his cock is enough for Chris to decide he can't wait any longer.

With a final thrust inside her, the warm feeling spreads throughout her body, filling her exactly the way he said he would.

They both surrender to the sensation, the power, the control. Mind numbing and jaw dropping.

Chris swears he's never fucking cum so much in his life, never felt so connected to a person, and never been so fucking hard.

In fact, he's tempted to go again, his cock still aching for more of her, maybe this time from behind.

But it'll have to wait till next time, when Dylan hasn't tired her out first.

He grunts to himself at the thought but soon turns his focus to the girl on his lap and the way she's clutching onto him for dear life as she struggles to breathe again.

Feeling her arms around him and her face pressed into his neck makes him smile, his hand smoothing up and down her back in an attempt to comfort her.

"So fucking good," he whispers, kissing down her neck. "You're so good for me, yeah?"

She nods lazily.

His grin grows. "We're almost done, baby, but Dylan has something to do first."

She tries to move, but whimpers pitifully at the way her body rejects the idea. She's sore in almost every muscle and her poor cunt is ready to call it quits, but Chris only laughs as he helps lift her off and set both feet back on the ground.

Then, he turns her around and places her back between his legs, pulling her against his chest as he looks at Dylan.

Dylan, now a little less agitated, eagerly walks in front of them, eyeing Chris as he waits for his instruction.

Chris nods his chin. "On your fucking knees."

Shaking ever so slightly, Kingsley watches as Dylan slowly kneels down before her, hands gripping her legs as he gets closer.

Then, with his eyes locked on hers, he drags his tongue up the inside of her thigh.

Both she and Chris drip down her skin and Dylan takes every last drop on his tongue, lapping at her like she's a fresh glass of water on this hot day.

His grip is tight on her leg, bringing it closer to his mouth as he grazes his teeth up until she shivers, and finally taking his tongue up to her dripping hole.

From top to bottom, Dylan doesn't leave anything behind as he takes her in his mouth. He nips, sucks, and licks like it's his job and thanks to Chris, it is.

Kingsley's hand flies to his hair as she feels him, her other hand digging into Chris's thigh as she leans back.

It's quite entertaining to Chris, but his jealousy is yet to be tamed, and he finally decides Dylan has had enough.

He clears his throat and gives Dylan a stern look, and Dylan, who could have eaten pussy all day, begrudgingly stands to his feet.

Kingsley sighs contently as she's finally allowed to relax, head resting on Chris's chest as she works to steady her heart rate.

The boys exchange a knowing and satisfied look before Chris reaches around and pulls her tank top back up, covering his greased-up masterpiece.

"You did good, baby," he praises and Dylan rests his hands on the hood beside Chris's legs and leans forward.

"Our good girl," Dylan whispers with a smirk which only makes Kingsley laugh herself. Then, he kisses her.

A very gentle kiss, not deep, but just enough so she can taste herself on his tongue, resulting in a satisfied moan.

Chris wants to be annoyed, but after everything he decides to allow it. After all, if anyone is gonna kiss her, he guess it should be Dylan.

Eventually, the kiss breaks, and Dylan adds, "Aren't you glad your car broke down?"

Chris laughs as Kingsley groans, now slapping at his chest. "Fuck you."

"Maybe next time," he retorts, and she hits him again. "Well, are you at least glad you sat on the air compressor?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"What? It's a serious question?"

"I'm never speaking to you again."

He shakes his head with amusement as the two push off the hood of the car and Chris retrieves her clothes.

He crouches down in front of her and helps her slip them back on, making her blush, before reaching up and brushing her sweaty and tangled hair off her shoulder.

He cups her chin, brushing his thumb down her lip once again, before grinning. "I'm glad you did."

She grins at this and he gives her a quick wink before Dylan exclaims, "Who the fuck chipped the paint?!"

Their heads turn at the outburst as Dylan angrily points to the hood of the car. "This is a priceless car! Oh, I knew you two would fuck this up for me. You fucking chipped. The paint. And this is the original paint job. Oh, Arthur is gonna kill you."

Chris just rolls his eyes as he throws his arms over Kingsley's shoulder and leads her back outside.

Dylan just keeps ranting.

"Do you know how rare it is to find this specific black?" he yells to them. "Very rare. And Chris's fat ass might have left a dent! Oh this is not good. Do you see this?"

They continue to ignore him as they head out, but Dylan doesn't notice.

Once they finally reach the driver's seat of Kingsley's car, Chris instructs her to pop the hood so he can get a better look at the engine and see what's going on.

She opens the door and gets ready to do just that, when Chris's eyes travel to the backseat.

"Huh, got a lot of room back there," he muses, and Kingsley's eyes begin to sparkle at his tone.

"Yeah," she agrees with a coy smile. "Very comfy... you should check it out."

Laughing, Chris shakes his head and looks forward. "Nah, I need to check the engine, gotta make sure you can get home."

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, Kingsley gives him an innocent look. "Well... maybe that's the thing. Maybe the engine is fine."

Confused, his head tilts.

"Maybe the engine was always fine... and I just wanted an excuse to come see you," she admits and a wicked smile bursts out across his face.

"Is that right?" he hums and she nods.

"It is."

Shaking his head with amusement, he glances around as he wonders how he got so lucky, before finally looking back down at her with a grin.

"Meet me in the backseat."

~ Insatiable | 3. The Prism (Harry & Dylan & Kingsley)*

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ryosmne · 4 years ago

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Tattoo Artist! Sukuna x reader (part 3)

Hey there again, I had a few ideas of where i wanted to take the third part, I'm very happy with what I came up with, it's very very fluffy, I hope you have a good time reading 💜.

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Warnings: Language, suggestive tones, alcohol consumption (everyone is of age here, around 21/22), nudity? Not really described, that's about it.

Saturday was slow for Sukuna, he doesn't really like working away his weekends, but here he is, finishing up a chest piece that looked good if he had to say so himself. Everything was luckluster to him compared to the project he was still drafting for y/n.

Speaking of her she hadn't texted him all day, neither did Sukuna. He told himself he wasn't clingy like that, she texted him before she would do it again surely. Y/n didn't pay much mind to him not making contact, perhaps he was busy. She wasn't wrong, she also had initiated most of their text conversations, she didn't want to seem desperate. Sukuna was going to contact her when he was free.

On the other hand Sukuna was stressed, passing in the hallway between the reception and his work booth, checking his phone every once in a while, he was a bit snappier than usual, not letting Gojo's or Megumi's remarks go, he would answer back, his voice almost dripping with venom, he was very much pissed and it showed.

When closing time finally came he was ready to blow up, Gojo teasing him, only made him more agitated. Gojo knew something was bothering him and he wasn't planning on dropping the subject.

"Hey 'kuna, tell the truth, you took her out and she left because she couldn't stand you, that's why you're so mad."

The white haired man joked, you could see the smoke coming out Sukuna's ears.

"Don't call me that. For your information, me and y/n had a great time, quit being an bumbass I'm not mad." Y/n did enjoy herself right? It sure looked like it. Was Sukuna getting insecure? Yes. Could everyone tell he was lying about not being mad? Also Yes.

"Oh so it's 'you and y/n' now? You were right Geto, he's got it real bad, he's not even calling her 'some girl' or something."

Gojo continued to laugh, he was enjoying every single second of torment he was putting Sukuna through.

He had enough though, he grabbed his jacket and his keys, but just before he left the rest of his crew and Yuuji, who came to eat with Megumi to close, he called to the most rational person inside. "Geto, come on I'll drive you home." Sukuna needed someone to talk to, he needed to know he was in the right and not going totally insane. Nanami was really close to him but relationships wasn't a topic he would really touch on. Gojo was out of the question, the man was a womaniser, not that it was a bad thing but he wouldn't even take Sukuna seriously, he only wanted to annoy him for the time being. Megumi was also a no. He would spill the beans to Yuuji, he already had Gojo on his ass he didn't need two more idiots making fun of him, one was barely tolerable. That only left Geto, who has at least had a few solid relationships and he was trustworthy enough not to give him too much shit.

Geto grabbed the chance not to have to clean for one night, but he was very curious about Sukuna's sudden move to give him a ride home, he has never offered that before. Yuuji had tipped him off, he knew his brother wanted to get all of the attention, if y/n didn't make a move, his brother would go insane. He was surprisingly right, so Yuuji told Geto to try and get his brother riled up. Now Geto didn't exactly agree, but he wanted to give Sukuna a friendly nudge to the right direction.

Sukuna had already been driving for a little while, he couldn't find the courage to open his mouth and talk. Has he gone mad? Its not like he's clueless about girls, he's had many. Why was it different this time?

"So how come you wanna drive me around at night?" The raven haired man asked, eyebrow raised, ready to hear what his friend was so on edge for all day, even though he had an idea. Sukuna wasn't one to share feelings, he never did, he couldn't really tell anyone the reason why not a single word from y/n all day irked him so damn much. "Look, so let's say there's this girl right? You take her out, you have fun, everything is cruising perfectly, but then she doesn't really talk to you the next day." He said with a small pause "hypothetically speaking" He added, just to avoid further questions.

Geto looked at him with a blank face, although he couldn't really believe in his ears, Yuuji was right, he knew his friend was falling face first, it still surprised him. He saw the day that Sukuna was stressed for a girl, if someone told him even two weeks ago that this was going to happen happen, Geto most definitely would've laughed straight in their face.

"Well it depends really, for example did you text her and she didn't answer? Then yeah, she's not interested, but maybe she's busy, or she started texting first and she wants you to initiate." Sukuna blinked "You're right she's busy, she has a test too, maybe she has been studying, she'll come around." He said, the words came fast out of his mouth. Geto looked at him again more serious this time. "Look man, I know for a fact, you haven't texted first, you seem to really like her, don't be a pussy and send her one text." His tone was equally serious. "I'm just fond of her, that's all she's good company." Sukuna tried to brush him off, Geto wouldn't budge. "Call it what you want, I know you like the feisty ones, so do many people and you know how college kids are, one party is all it takes to lead to who knows what. Man up, when you do you can bring her around the shop too, you know we all would love to meet her." By the time Geto finished his sentence, Sukuna had already parked outside of his apartment to drop him off, they shared their good nights.

For the rest of his lonely drive home Sukuna couldn't help but think of that party his brother mentioned a couple nights ago, was y/n going to be there? And Geto's words kept replaying in his head.

Geto was smiling to himself walking inside his apartment knowing he did the right thing giving his friend a slight push.

With her hair just the way she liked it, her make-up done and an outfit that extenuated her best features, y/n was making her way down the street to meet up with Mai outside of Todo's place. The walk wasn't too long and y/n caught a glimpse of her short haired friend, who was also dressed to impress, standing right out of Todo's door.

"You didn't wait long did you?" Y/n asked, Mai smilled and shook her head, she was the late one most of the time, she did make it just a second before y/n arrived.

"Let's go, my sister and Nobara are waiting" she informed y/n, who nodded. "Really, I haven't seen Maki in a while, Nobara rarely shows up in class too." She said full of excitement, the girls were friends for a long while, even before college. Mai and y/n ended up forming closer friendship.

"Yeah they're about to remind us of how single we are." Mai loved her sister with all her heart, she was very competitive though and when Maki got with Nobara before Mai could strike up a boyfriend in college, she took it a bit personally. Then she focused her attention on finding someone for y/n, but that never went well. Hopping right up the stairs both girls were talking about what they would see tonight, more accurately who. "So Yuuji is probably going to be here, I asked Todo" Mai said her eyes hopefull, y/n rolled her's and her companion didn't let it go unnoticed. "I really don't get you, he's cute, you even said so." There she goes again, but y/n wouldn't let it slide this time. "You seem way more giddy to see him, than I do." She said, knocking on Todo's door who was waiting right behind it, answering in seconds. Mai was still dumbfounded, she hardly acknowledged Todo at the door and made her way inside with y/n.

Thankfully the sofa on Todo's living room they usually sat on was only occupied by Maki and Nobara. "Wow sis you made it on time for once without someone dragging you out the house." Maki hugged her sister tightly, "I didn't really have a choice, y/n said she would go home if I was late again." Mai, said with a bit of a whine. Nobara went for y/n. "She's giving you hell huh?" Her comment made the girl laugh. "Nah she's fine, she can be a bit of a baby." That line made Mai slap her arm playfully, even when they made digs at each other, it was all in good fun.

Y/n could see Mai out the corner of her eye scanning the room, it wasn't unusual for her to do that, but it was the fourth time the past 30 minutes they've been here. Something was definitely up with her, and when she raised her hand having finally spotted the one she was looking for, y/n was a hundred percent sure of what was going on.

"Yuuji, over here" Mai called hand in the air, a very friendly smile on her face. Yuuji eagerly walked over offering his greetings, his attention was on y/n "Hey, has my brother texted you at all?" That was an out of the blue question. Mai gave her a look "His brother?" She questioned, then looked back at Yuuji "You've got a brother?" Why did he have to say that infront of Mai, she wouldn't leave her alone until she told her everything about the guy, she was at least thankful he didn't mention a date, Sukuna probably hadn't mentioned anything to him. "Oh yeah, he's the one I went to last week and no Yuuji he hasn't, did something happen?" Mai stayed silent, so did the other girls, they planned on interrogating her later, judging by the looks they exchanged. "Oh it's nothing" Yuuji let out a breathy laugh, knowing he plotted with Geto to get under his brother's skin. Payback for the bagels he baked at 4 am was going to be sweet.

Yuuji took a seat next to Mai, who introduced him to her sister, Nobara already knew him short of and the two of them begun chatting casually. Y/n could see the chemistry between them as he complimented the dark haired girl on the way she looked tonight. She could see their eyes meeting, something more than friendliness resided in the looks they shared.

Y/n let her friend have her fun, at this point Maki and Nobara had adopted her taking shots, talking about the annoying situations that have occurred in the time they hadn't seen each other. Nobara in particular, was sharing her frustrations about men not taking her seriously as Maki's significant other and continuing to make moves on her partner. "I shut them down" Maki said proudly snaking an arm around her girlfriend's waist. "I know you do, I just want them to feel a bit threatened" Nobara's eyes drifted to the floor . "What are you talking about? Remember the time you just looked at that guy eyeing her and he mouthed 'sorry'? You're very threatening." Y/n took another shot laughing with the two girls. Her comment was quite comforting to Nobara and Maki knew that things always went Nobara's way, she just liked complaining sometimes, she was the jealous type.

Todo with Takada in hand, who arrived right after y/n and Mai, answers his door again for the multipluth time this evening, seeing the last person he expected. "I thought you were too old for house parties" he taunted at the grumpy man infront of him. "Screw you I'm 26, and I didn't come empty handed" Sukuna spoke, his tone getting a bit friendlier at the last words in his sentence. He passwd the two bottles of vodka he held to Todo. "Well come on in, Yuuji's brother is also mine" he said giving the pink haired man a friendly hug.

Sukuna's eye scanned his living room untill his eyes landed on the back of y/n's head, he headed straight her way.

Y/n heard a few girls around her making a fuss over some apparently really hot guy who just entered, but she didn't bother turning around. That was until she heard it "Huh, who would've known, you actually have friends" That voice was unmistakably his. Sukuna was here. Y/n's heart was fluttering in her chest but the alcohol in her system made it easy to come up with a comeback. "At least I don't pay mine to hang around me." She said, her voice laced with sarcasm, she still didn't turn to face him, she was frozen in place. Mai's, Maki's, Yuuji's and Nobara's eyes were wide and dancing between the two. There was for sure something going on here. Sukuna took a seat beside her casually draping an arm around the back of the sofa. "You're hurting my feelings doll, I'm not that bad" he spoke so softly, she almost got lost looking into his eyes. He looked way too good for her liking, same jewelry and eyeliner as the last time she saw him, his pink her strategically messed up, a silk black button down with the top two buttons undone, exposing his defined collarbones and the tattoos that extended to his chest and neck, black pants framing his thighs perfectly as he sat. Y/n was staring at this point, her friends were silent, taking in the image that was displayed before them. They had never seen y/n flustered or having difficulty forming words. Even Yuuji was surprised, seems like he was wrong about y/n's taste.

Sukuna was enjoying the look on her face a little more than he cared to admit, he would've taken his teasing further, but he didn't want to embarrass the girl anymore and her friends were already shocked. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" He asked her poking her cheek, and y/n could see Nobara was about to blow up.

"Right, Mai, Maki and Nobara this is Sukuna, he's um my tattoo artist?" What was she even supposed to say at this point? The guy she went on a date with and had the best make out session of her life?

Sukuna gave his hand out to the girls greeting them, he noticed his brother a few seats over who was concealing a laugh "you're here too brat" he briefly egnowledged him, Yuuji hummed back a hello in return, turning to Mai who was very eager to hear the details of y/n's and Sukuna's relationship, he sure as hell didn't look like just her tattoo artist.

"Tattoo artist? Really? you don't even have tattoos y/n" Nobara spoke, she just wanted her friend to be honest with her, if she had someone special, she could have said so, they've known each other for years. Sukuna wasn't surprised to hear that y/n hadn't shared that she got tattooed, he could tell she was a bit of a private person.

Y/n took off her jacket that she still had on from when she arrived, to show off the design to Maki and Nobara, Mai had already seen it and she was busy gossiping with Yuuji anyways. "Right, I forgot to tell you" she said, as Maki and Nobara scanned her upper arm with their eyes, so did Sukuna. He couldn't help himself, y/n looked so beautiful in his work. He wanted to cover every inch of her skin she was willing to give him, she could be his personal work of art, she already was one, but he wanted to decorate her in the best way he could and with the most beautiful art he could make. "That looks so beautiful" Maki spoke in awe, Nobara gave a little laugh "it's creepy, but it's really you. "

She took a look at Sukuna then back at y/n "It's very fitting, I don't know how to explain it." She continued.

Sukuna never took compliments that seriously, but hearing y/n's seemingly bitchy friend praise his work and the perception he had of her made him grin widely.

The four of them continued to speak, Maki and Nobara were very interested in Sukuna's line of work, Mai and Yuuji also took their turns in talking when they weren't too busy with one another. Y/n's friends were doing great with Sukuna, she thought he would be really difficult, he has a very explosive personality. Sukuna was putting in all the effort to make a good impression, both to y/n and the ones around her.

"So, did you miss me that much you came to find me?" Y/n asked once the attention was taken off of them. Mai looked to be having a deep conversation with Yuuji whereas Maki and Nobara got up to dance. "And if I did?" Sukuna spoke, his face dangerously close to hers, when did he manage to get hip to hip with her? Then again y/n had grown so comfortable around him, she didn't notice.

"Well, if that's the case, I'm glad you did come." She replied, Sukuna could tell she was a bit tipsy, else he would be making out with her on that sofa not caring who was watching.

Y/n poured herself another drink, thank god she didn't have to get up to get a refill, but Sukuna's voice stopped her movements. "Maybe you should ease up there" he said watching her fill two cups.

Y/n raised a brow at him "since where are you a party pooper? come on it ain't a party without a drink" her voice was playful as she tried passing one cup to him. Sukuna liked this y/n too, she was a bit more giggly, she smiled a bit more, "I'm driving sweetheart". Y/n was satisfied with his answer and proceeded to gulp down on both the cups she filled before Sukuna could stop her. She laughed pointing at him with her tongue out "too slow". Sukuna could only smile and pat her head. She was something else.

Somewhere along the night, Maki and Nobara disappeared and so did Yuuji and Mai. "You better tell your brother to take good care of my friend" y/n's state was getting worse, or more hilarious, it depended on how you looked at it. Sukuna would straight up laugh with some of the things she said, and he was trying his best to keep all forms of alcohol away from her, for her own good. "I don't think you should worry, Yuuji is much better than me in these kinds of things." He replied honestly, but y/n didn't necessarily see it like that. "There's no way he's that smooth" she trailed, the corners of her lips tugging upward. "Well if I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked me, didn't you think I was a dick?" Sukuna asked "Still do" her smile only grew wider.

One thing was for sure, y/n was very demanding when drunk, Sukuna left her side for the first time all night to get her some water, cause she felt 'like SpongeBob under that lamp drying out'. Not even slightly bothered by her request, Sukuna was on his way back to her, that's when he saw some guy standing infront of her trying to talk to her. Y/n even in her not very conscious state didn't tolerate people who didn't respect her "Just one song, come on it won't hurt, you're alone after all" the guy, y/n didn't care to catch the name of said "look, I don't dance, not unless the company is worth it, and I'm here with someone, leave me alone, this is getting annoying" Sukuna observed laughing to himself. He didn't feel the need to intervene yet. Y/n didn't like getting bossed around that's for sure, nor did she need a knight in shining armour to protect her, not that he would mind doing that. Sukuna casually sat down beside her again, ignoring the guy who was still standing there for some reason. That irritated him, it was enough that he tried to make a move on her, but not leaving while he was right there rubbed him the wrong way, "Here you go sweetheart" He said handing her the glass, praying that she won't drop and break it, he threw a glare at the guy who finally took the hint and left. "Thank you 'kuna." Y/n spoke, in a tone totally different from the one she had moments ago.

The nickname alone made his heart jump. Gojo was quite annoying when he called him that, but hearing the same word rolling out of y/n's tongue was completely different. Sukuna couldn't tell why he was feeling that way, he didn't care though, all he knew was that even the air smelled sweeter, when he was around her.

"You don't dance unless the company is good?" He asked, genuinely curious "well yes, if I feel comfortable I'll dance, but I don't really do it that much" she said, eyes heavy looking all over Sukuna's frame. " I see, how about we dance?" Sukuna suggested, he rarely danced himself, y/n made him want to get out of his comfort zone, hell he's already at a house party thanks to her.

"Only if you take some shots with me." She smilled at him malevolently. "You're playing dirty, who's going to take you home if I'm drunk?" Sukuna just wanted to hear her drunken logic "It probably takes a bottle for you to get drunk, you're clumsy, drunk or not, you're probably going to kill me if I get in your car".

Sukuna was full blown laughing, but she was right, her head was still not gone, she could walk and talk fine, she was just more talkative and cheerful, couple of shots wouldn't hurt, he could walk her home after since she lived close by, he remembered the way and then walk back home himself. She also gave him the cutest look he'd ever seen, how could he deny her?

"Ok you win" he raised his hands in defeat and y/n couldn't be happier. She poured 4 shots for them, which they quickly consumed and they were off to dance.

She never pictured him as a dancer, y/n saw Sukuna as the very cool looking dude standing on the bar, probably drinking whiskey with a bit of ice.

Looks can be deceiving, Sukuna was spinning her around, their bodies were pressed together, guiding each other to the beat. Eyes were meeting, body heat was exchanged, they fit like puzzle pieces even like this. Y/n kept looking at the exposed skin of his neck, why did he have to look like that and be this close, her face only grew warmer once her eyes met his and then dropped to his lips. Its not that Sukuna didn't want to kiss her, he would most certainly prefer her to be sober and remember it clearly the next day.

Those last two shots y/n had, in addition to Sukuna's body against hers, made her vision a bit blurry and her knees weak. "Hey doll, everything ok? You with me?" He shook her lightly by the shoulders, he could tell she was growing tired and he noticed how her demeanor changed. "Mhm, I'm sleepy 'kuna" there she goes again, making his heart skip beats. Y/n would be giving him so much shit had she realised she made him feel like that. "Ok then, how about we take you home ?" Sukuna's voice was so mellow, almost like he was talking to a toddler.

He guided her out of the crowded house, Todo was nowhere to be found, so Sukuna couldn't really let him know he was leaving.

Y/n was leaning on him, walking slowly down the street towards her place, but she abruptly stopped and sat down.

"What's wrong?" Sukuna asked, his sound as mellow as before. She was down right adorable, sitting there with a pout of her face .

"My feet hurt" y/n complained, dramatically throwing her arms around, if it was any other person Sukuna would've droped them to fend for themselves. "Really? That's sad" he replied, dropping down to her level, she only nodded, women's shoes are the most uncomfortable thing in the world. Sukuna scooped her up in his arms and carried her bridal style the rest of the way, he couldn't have her complaining and it wasn't like she would remember much either. With her arms wrapped securely around his neck, y/n could feel the warmth creeping up her neck all the way up to her ears, she didn't see the satisfied smile Sukuna wore.

Today went a lot better than he expected. So well that the tiredness got to y/n before they reached her apartment. Sukuna watched as she fell asleep in his arms. What a strange girl, she had both shyness and attitude, she was dancing her heart out no more than 15 minutes ago yet she still managed to fall asleep as he carried her.

Reaching her building, luckily the main entrance was unlocked. Sukuna took a peek at her, he couldn't bring himself to wake her up, she looked so peaceful, but unfortunately he had to. "Hey, which floor are you on?" He whispered softly, that was enough to shake y/n awake. "Third" she whispered back. Sukuna took the elevator up, and he finally reached her hallway, he only wished she didn't get her floor wrong or it would look like he was trying to break into someone else's house. "Doll, can you point your door for me? I'll put you down for a bit, where are your keys?" Y/n pointed at her door, handed Sukuna her keys and groaned as he set her down to unlock it for her. "You're such a brat" he pointed out swinging the door open, her annoyed face looked even cutter under the barely lit hallway.

Lord knows how Sukuna managed to find the light switches in the dark but he made it, y/n looked completely out of it now. He picked her back up and tried a few doors to find her bedroom. He gently layed her on the mattress. Y/n groaned again and said something about being uncomfortable. Of course she was uncomfortable, with her clothes still on from going out, there's no way she wasn't.

He shouldn't care right? He should just let her be and go home, but Sukuna could already tell she would have an awful nights sleep and he wanted her to rest properly. "Were do you keep sleep clothes" he asked, y/n pointed lazily at some drawer. After briefly digging in the drawer, he took out a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie for her.

He reached her frame again, undoing her shoes, sliding them off, next he prompted y/n with her side resting on the headboard so he could have her sit up with her legs dangling of the side of her bed. His hands found the rim of her shirt, her voice stopped him "don't look ok?" Her voice was hardly above a whisper. "I won't look"

"Promise?" She asked holding out her pinky

"promise" he stated locking it.

Sukuna averted his eyes from her body and helped her into her comfy clothes. Only one thing remained "Now come on time to get your makeup off"

"Nooo, I want to sleep" she complained loudly, dropping her body backwards on the bed. "Come on, it's not good for your skin, it will just be a minute, just be good for me" he said grabbing her hand, but y/n turned her head away. That's when Sukuna threw her over his shoulder, the most she could do was weakly hit his back and tell at him to put her down.

Sukuna sat her somewhere in her bathroom, while she still mumbled about being sleepy. He got a washcloth wet, and took a look at the products in her cabinet, she surely had an oil cleanser he just had to find it... bingo.

He pushed her hair out of the way and gently applied and massaged the product on to her skin, giving her instructions to keep her eyes and mouth close, he was extra careful not to cut her with his nails, then he used the washcloth to remove all the make-up that melted off. Sukuna also wore liner, not all the time but often enough to know that some things didn't come off with soap and water. He takes care of himself, his skin, his hair, his nails, everything. He knows a bit more than he's willing to share. Next he followed the same steps with her cleaner, y/n was enjoying herself, half asleep under his touch. He finished everything by applying a serum and a moisturizer on her face. "You've got the cheap stuff." He joked. "Hey it works" y/n defended as he picked her up once more.

This time he layed her under the covers, he pulled them up over her body, looking at her with plain adoration, he leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep tight, I'll text you." He whispered in her ear, turning around to leave. A hand tugged oh his wrist, the same way he had done to her a couple days ago. Y/n was looking at him with pleading eyes "please stay" she almost begged, "are you sure? Its really late" he said, y/n nodded patting the spot beside her, he couldn't say no to those eyes. He quickly got rid of his shoes and dress shirt, he disappeared to the bathroom to take off his eyeliner and got under the covers with her.

Y/n curled up next to him, laying her head on his chest, taking in all his warmth and scent while listening to his heartbeat, his arm was wrapped securely around her.

" Can I ask you something?" Y/n's voice broke the silence. "Didn't you want to sleep?" Sukuna teased, and y/n took the opportunity to ask anyway. "Why do you like me?" What kind of question is this? Sukuna blamed the fact that she was a bit out it. She had no reason to be insecure, she was stunning and she also had a personality to back up her looks. "Let's see... you're kind of a badass, no one really talks back to me like you do, you're quite easy on the eyes too" what he said was very true, but he was falling for the little details too. The way she picked mindlessly at her food as she talked when he took her out, or the way her eyes sparkled when something peaked her interest. Even her drunken self had him feeling things he never did.

"How come you were single? Judging by your friends it's been a while" The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, but y/n didn't give any signs of being bothered by his assumption. "Honestly, I don't want someone to fall out of love and leave me behind" Drunken words are sober thoughts. Sukuna didn't want to ask if that had happened to her before, he didn't care, he would do better than whoever hurt her.

More moments passed with him rubbing comforting circles on her back, he was sure she was asleep, her breath was slow and steady against his chest. "I wonder, what would you say if I asked you to be mine?" Sukuna whispered, staring up at her ceiling. "I'd say yes, airhead" y/n mumbled. Sukuna's eyes widened, she wasn't supposed to hear that. "I'll make sure to ask you soon then" he said, y/n looked up at him, this time he couldn't help himself and captured her lips in his, in a very slow passionate kiss. It didn't last long but it was enough to keep y/n's head spinning around with him running through it. "Sleep already, brat"

"okay 'kuna".

The light coming in, beaming through her curtains, woke y/n from a very peaceful sleep, now all she felt was the vodka she consumed the night before. Her head was pounding hard, she reached for her phone on her nightstand. Instead of her phone, her hand made contact with a piece of paper.

Good morning doll.

You're most definitely feeling like shit, but don't worry you didn't do anything too embarrassing. Unfortunately I had to go to work early and you looked cute sleeping, I didn't want to wake you. There are pain killers next to you, you must have a hell of a headache. Don't forget to eat, I made breakfast for you in the kitchen (with all I could manage to find, you should go grocery shopping more often). Text me or I might think you died in your sleep. Have a wonderful day y/n.

- Sukuna

PS I took a peek in one of your notebooks. I was right, your handwriting is really fucking bad.

Of course he had to be his usual smug self, y/n found herself laughing at the words scribbled on the paper that was obviously ripped out of one of her notebooks. His handwriting was as pretty as his drawings, so aesthetically pleasing. He had even taken time to doodle coffee cups, and some trees at the bottom of the page.

The events from the previous night were starting to flood back to her head head. She took the pain killers Sukuna left out for her, he was kind enough to place a glass of water on her nightstand too. Y/n couldn't believe Sukuna not only stayed over, but he also put in so much effort for her, he certainly didn't look like the type to do so.

Walking in her kitchen, what she witnessed, exceeded all her expectations. When she read breakfast she thought he made her a sandwich, which she would've been extremely grateful for. Sukuna had gone all out, from pancakes, to French toast, an omelet and even her coffee served. She just stood there looking at her table, mouth almost hanging.

Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her sweat pants.

You should've told me you were going out with Yuuji's hot brother. I would've never guessed that's your type.

Mai seemed to be in a mood to tease her.

You're right I should've told you, your turn, where did you and Yuuji run off to last night?

Y/n laughed knowing it was going to take a while to get a response. She sat down looking at all the choices she had, wondering what to pick. It's safe to say everything was as delicious as Sukuna.

I'm impressed. You draw, you cook AND you didn't burn down my house, I'm very thankful for that (breakfast was delicious too).

Sukuna, stared down at his phone, all the stress he had two nights ago long forgotten. Only thing that remained was to get y/n right back in his chair.

Happy to hear you're alive and kicking and you enjoy my cooking. I've got to go through, some dickbag wants me to do a cover-up. I'll talk to you later.

He dealt with this client in an unusually polite manner. Y/n had brighten his morning from the moment he woke up next to her.

Bonus Domain shenanigans: "Yuuji was right, I had to push him" Geto said to an agitated Gojo, who wanted to get under Sukuna's skin for a little longer. "Then hopefully he will bring her over, that would for sure be fun, he's going to get so worked up if we give her any attention." Gojo was rubbing his hands together at the thought. "I don't think that's a good idea. I'm not that worried about what Sukuna will do to you, we've both seen y/n, she doesn't even take his shit, I think she'd hit you." Nanami pointed out ."Well I haven't yet seen her, Yuuji said she was nice to him." Megumi joined the conversation remembering his friend talking about the girl, he had zoned out for half of it though. "I haven't seen her either, I did hear her though, she doesn't sound like she would let you pull something like that to him" Geto spoke again. "Nah she looked friendly, we can for sure make him foam at the mouth" Gojo plotted. "I can guarantee, she will rip of your head of if you try your shit." Sukuna was sure of it too.

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dourpeep · 3 years ago

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OKAY time for a college au!!

You 3 know each other from before college

You and kazuha were seating next to each other during your first year of high school you became close enough to greet each other whenever you guys pass by each other

And you and Xiao were best friends from kindergarten to 2 grade but unfortunately you had to move suddenly you two tried to keep contact but the two of you made new friends and kinda lost contact with each other

So when you go to college you meet kazuha at the front desk when you're trying to get your schedule and yall are like "omg I'm so happy to see someone that I know here!" and when you guys check your schedules it turns out that the two of you have the same class during the first period

And you're like "we've got 30 minutes wanna go grab a cup of coffee and get lost together?" and kazu knows that you playfully flirt with your friends so he jokingly says "are you asking me out for a date? Because if you are then I accept!" and you guys talk on the way to class and the two of you barely make it on time

Class ends and you're sad to say goodbye to the only person you know on campus but then all of a sudden he hits you with a "by the way can I have your number?" so you two exchange numbers

Later you're going to your last class and it turns out that this class doesn't have many people you go sit in the back and someone comes up to you and is like "can I sit next to you? " you say yes obviously

But the thing is... there is something very familiar about this guy and you just can't put your finger on it so you kind of stare at him without realizing it

Of course he noticed how hard you've been staring at him and turns around and is like "what? Is there something on my face?" that's when it finally clicks

And you're just like "XIAO??! IS THAT REALLY YOU?!!" but the teacher comes in so you two can't really talk

But the moment class ends you tell him who you are and take a few minutes to catch up

Though I say catch up it was mostly you teasing him saying shit like "I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!" (he's starting to think that maybe he should have sat somewhere else)

So you're like "hey how we go actually catch up I've got some coupons for this café I went to this morning with a friend"

He doesn't have a reason to say no so he just accepts the invitation

When you guys get there who do you meet? KAZUHA! This man actually works there!

When you see him you're like "kazuha why didn't you tell me that you work here?" but he pretends not to know you and is like "oh? Well who might this fine customer be?" you can tell he's joking by the way he's trying not to laugh so you decide to play along

Poor Xiao is starting to regret coming with you (but don't worry he got 2 plates of almond tofu as an apology)

-no primogems (I'll make another part later where you 3 become roommates)

YES I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS-

dhfaeiahe I realize now that I should've just posted this as is since I wasn't planning on adding to this but might as well add in some thoughts I've had about this lovely trio eh??? tbh I didn't add much I just slipped in a few little things hehe

Can you guess the roomates?? Also the bio professor is Albedo ehe

Anyway!!

Considering it's the first semester of college, you haven't yet decided on your major. Luckily, you have quite a few general education classes to take, so you register all in one night.

You'll have the time to figure it all out as time goes by, no?

The rest of summer is spent juggling moving into the campus' dorms, working, and keeping up with some friends from high school. While you've kept contact with a few friends, you definitely kicked yourself in the ass for forgetting to ask Kazuha for his number...how could you forget one of your best friends?

But, you suppose that he's far off in a whole other city with his wish to experience more. You can't help but wonder what he's up to.

Then, the first day of classes starts.

How did you not figure out where everything is first? Instead of moping, you trudge to the administrative building early to ask for directions and, even better, a map of the large campus.

Instead, you find a familiar head of cream-colored hair.

Immediately, you gasp and he turns around in confusion, only for a soft smile to spread over his features. It's only been a summer but it's a relief to see that you know another person. Comparing schedules, he points out that you both have Communications 1301 together.

For once, you're glad you have to take these mandatory courses...

But with an abundance of time (as Kazuha just so happens to know where the class is), he accepts your jokingly firtatious proposal to head to the cafe just across campus to grab a morning drink.

It's hardly been long since you've last spoken to him, but there's still so much to talk about! It turns out he opted to rent out a small studio apartment just a few blocks away from campus! Naturally, he invites you over sometime.

He's also admitted that he decided to major in English--something you're not surprised to hear. After all, Kazuha's a natural at the subject, exceeding the assignments and always so eloquent.

If you recall correctly, he used to tote around a little notebook full of little musings and poetry during high school. You wonder if he still does that.

You talk about how you've just moved into the dorms a week ago, how you're lucky to be rooming with two musically inclined (if not a bit rowdy) people. You're sure that he'd take a liking to them once everything is calmed down a bit. Kazuha just raises a brow in half-doubt.

Before you know it, it's been an hours and, to your horror, your first class starts in five minutes. Not to mention that it was back closer to the admin building and you were on the opposite side of campus.

But it's still fun, Kazuha laughing as you jolt up and tug him to stand, the two of you running to get to class on time. With heaving breaths and flushed faces, you make it just a few minutes late. Luckily, your professor didn't mind because it was the first day...

Following class, you have to make your way to Bio 1301, Kazuha having a major-specific English course to get to. Before you can speak, though, he offers his phone to you. It's newer than his old flip phone you'd tease him about all the time, the screen clean save for a few stray fingerprints.

After you put in your number, he beams and quickly sends you a call so you can have his too.

"Call me after you're done with classes, alright?"

You promise to and the two of you set off.

Biology proves to be uneventful, a full hour and a half of the (rather attractive) professor going over what to expect as well as passing out lab waiver forms. A necessary precaution, he said with a reserved sigh. You wonder what happened.

When the hour ends, you have some time before World History, followed by a Trigonometry course.

By the time you find your trig class, most of the seats are already taken, making that feeling of dread fill the pit of your stomach. Nothing is worse than being forced to take whatever seat is left. But, noticing a seat by the windows, it's not so bad.

You're in the back, though, settling your bag beneath your chair and picking out a pen and schedule book.

At some point, someone walks in and asks if the seat in front of you is taken. You don't bother to look up long as you fish out a notebook, letting him know it's free.

As class goes on, you realize that the guy in front of you most likely hasn't been paying attention. Considering that the professor has been rehashing stuff from Algebra...you're not surprised. But something about his dark hair catches your eye. Not to mention his striking gold eyes...hm.

It's not until you catch his profile as he stares out the window that it clicks.

"Xiao."

His eyes dart to look at you, a confused look washing over his face. You repeat his name.

"Yes?"

Part of him is just about ready to leave as recognition floods your expression, smile wide. How could you possibly---

"I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!"

The tips of his ears turn red fast, something that you remember very well about him, and his gaze quickly flicks over to the professor still dragging on. When gold settles back on you, they're practically begging for you to lower your voice.

"It's been forever--I can't believe that you-"

"If you're going to talk, do it outside of class."

Ah. Oopsie.

Time seems to drag on while you buzz in your seat, excited to see your childhood friend after loosing contact. You've missed him over the years, always wondering what happened to him, how he's been. And finally, when class ends, he gets up and waits for you.

Naturally, you want to catch up, so you invite him to go to the cafe with you for a late lunch.

"You still like almond tofu right? It's all you used to eat when we were little." Laughing, you nudge his shoulder and the color returns to his cheeks as he mumbles a yes.

When you step into the cafe, a familiar voice greets you.

"If I knew a cute customer would be coming, I would've gone on break."

Kazuha leans on the counter, mirth in his eyes and you gasp. It makes sense now, why he's so well acquainted with the campus and why he'd already known what to order when you arrived for drinks-

"What can I get for you today?"

"Your number."

Xiao's face pales at the blatant flirting, wondering if he should've just declined the invitation to the cafe until the two of you burst into laughter. Though, it's hardly better.

"Sorry, sorry- This is Kazuha, one of my friends from high school. Kazuha, this is my childhood best friend Xiao."

With a day so filled with nice coincidences, you doubt that life can get any better than this.

Oh, how wrong you'd be.

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dragon-kazansky · 4 years ago

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

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Part 2

Race day. The whole track was buzzing with excitement. Over the last two weeks, Zemo had been working hard and improving his car. Between all that, he was thinking about you.

It was strange how someone you met once, and hardly knew, made such an impact on your life. He wondered if you got the ticket. Would you even come?

He stood by his car. People had come to see him, but his eyes were only looking for one person. You had yet to make an appearance. Disappointment hung heavy in his chest.

Tony Stark stood across the way from him. He was chatting to his fans, smiling smugly and relishing in all the attention he was receiving.

If Zemo knew one thing, he wasn't going to let Stark win today. He glares at him as he takes a seat. He sighs. He had hoped you would have come. The thought of you helps cool his thoughts of the other driver.

It won't be long until they are called to the starting lane.

Zemo gets up and grabs his helmet, thinking to make a few last minute checks before they're needed. He would deal with the fact you were a once in a lifetime meeting and get on with the day. The disappointed had settled hard.

He turns his back and was about to make his way to his crew when a voice stopped him.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

He turns around quickly, relieved at the sound of your voice. He grins when his eyes land on you.

"You did, but you're here now. Though, I think you owe me for keeping me waiting."

You smile. "I'm sorry. Getting here was a hassle. I was worried I was going miss the race entirely."

He couldn't stop smiling.

"I'm glad you made it."

The cheering behind you caught your attention. You turned to see Stark climbing into his car. The crowd around him was being asked to disperse.

"I won't let him win today."

You turn to see Zemo looking at you, completely ignoring what's happening behind you.

"He really riles you up, doesn't he?"

"How could you tell?" He asked, not meaning for a reply, but surprised by your response a the same.

"You're clenching your fists and jaw. Is he, like, your enemy?"

Zemo gives a heartless chuckle.

"Something like that."

You stepped closer to him and smiled softly. This closely, he could smell the fragrance you had put on today. You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"A good luck charm. I'll be cheering for you."

You're not sure where your bravery had come from, but you wanted to do something to get his mind off Stark. He looked a little surprised, but he looked more smug than that.

"My own little good luck charm? Perhaps things will be different today."

You smile as you step back. The drivers are being called to the start line. Zemo doesn't quite want to leave you yet, but duty calls.

"That's your stand," he says, pointing to the seating area above him. "I'll be back here when the race ends, meet me."

"Alright."

Zemo has someone help you up to your seat in the stands. He gets into his car as you go, looking up once before driving his car over to the start.

You don't take your eyes off his car.

That tense atmosphere seems to fall over the whole racetrack. It was just like last time. Only there was something more here for you. You were here for Zemo this time, at his request.

The silence was thick. All you could hear was your breathing, and then that beautiful sound. Those engines revving. It was as if at that moment you forgot how to breathe.

They were off.

You were already clutching your seat.

You had a little bit of research on Helmut Zemo. He had won a couple of races before, but had never beaten Tony Stark. There was a rivalry there. This had been going on a few months. Zemo was insistent on beating him at least once.

Maybe, just maybe, today will be that day.

Your eyes flick to the screen where the cars will be picked up now they're out of sight. You can feel your stomach dropping as you watch eagerly. Zemo and Stark are once again locked in battle with each other. They are ready so far ahead of the others and you wonder how they do that so fast. You bite your lip as you watch the purple car.

This would mean so much to Zemo if he beat Stark. It would put Tony down a few notches, maybe then he wouldn't be so high and mighty.

You have no idea what happened. It was as if you suddenly zoned back in to the race. Attention brought back to the screen at the sound of screeching tyres.

You tense up.

Luckily no damage had been done, but both Stark and Zemo had spiralled out of control, both cars now facing the wrong way. You could see them on the screen.

The others will catch up soon. They don't have much time to keep their places if they're going to get back into the race.

Stark's car sparks to life. You feel your heart drop as he takes off again.

Zemo cannot get his car to start again.

Banging his hand against the steering wheel he glares after Stark. Another race he will not win. No doubt Tony will have something to say later.

You can only watch as Helmut climbs put of his car and walks off the tracks. All the other cars speed past him. His car won't be crossing the finishing line today.

You don't care about the rest of the race, you leave tour seat and hurry down to the barricade. You would wait for Zemo like you said you would.

He doesn't return to the stop until the race is over, Stark's name being hollered from every direction. He comes over with a hard look on his face, jaw clenched in anger. His helmet was in his hand, hair slightly messy from it's removal.

He stalks over to where you are waiting. He doesn't even look at you as he drops the helmet and sits down, head in his hands.

"Zemo?"

He doesn't say anything. He just sits there and sighs. Your lucky kiss didn't bring him much luck.

There was no way you could be impressed with his skills after that. He had wanted to impress you today. He had wanted to cross that finish line for you. He failed.

He swears it's Stark's fault they collided like that. Now his team had to go fetch the abandoned car and fix it.

One day. One day he would beat that man.

"Zemo?"

He lowers his hands and turns his head to the side, looking at you with gentle eyes. He has a little smile on his face, but you could tell he was utterly defeated.

"I'm sorry."

"What for?" You ask, confused by the sudden apology.

"For wasting my lucky charm."

You chuckle softly and sit down on the tarmac by his chair.

"It's not a big deal. I'm just glad you're alright. I know how dangerous this can be."

He nods. People can die in this job.

"You have been doing some research?"

"Yes. I wanted to understand your world better." You look down sheepishly. It felt strange confessing that to him.

"My world is fast," he says, voice dropping in volume.

You both ignore the cheering happening in the distance. Tony was receiving his reward as his team parks his car opposite you.

"I like the fast lane, I found out. I'd like to stay in it a little longer."

Zemo's gaze landed on you.

"Would you like to join me for a drink?" He asks, wanting to take his mind off the race.

"I would love to," you smile up at him.

"Wait for me by the gate, I'll pick you up once I've changed."

You nod and stand up. You make your way to the exit of the racetrack, waiting by the gate. Zemo goes to get out of his racing gear.

As you wait, Stark makes his exit. He spots you, grinning.

"Waiting for someone?"

"Yes," you reply curtly.

"You're wasting your time on him. You know that? Not only is he a danger on the track, but off it too." Tony peered at you over his shades, "consider that a warning."

"I think I can judge him for myself, but thank you."

Tony shrugs and drives off.

The nerve of that man! Granted, he didn't sound he meant ill feelings as he said it, but that fact he even felt the need to say that angered you. Sure, you hadn't known Zemo all that well, and everything you did know you got off the internet, but you felt more than capable to make a judgement yourself.

Tony was out of sight now.

You turned when you heard another car approach. It was a different one from the one he had two weeks ago. You smile as he pulls up in front of you. You climb in.

Zemo drives you both away from the track.

"What happened to the race car?"

"My crew will take it back and look at the damage. I'll check in with them tomorrow. I have some changes to make to it."

"What happens now? I mean, since you didn't cross the line," you ask, wanting to know more.

"I'll be set back a bit, but I'll overcome it. One day I will beat Stark. His winning streak will have to end at some point, and I would very much like to do it before the racing season ends."

"How long do you have?"

"There are three more races before the season ends."

"I believe in you."

For some reason those words set off something inside of him. He glances at you briefly as a smile spreads across his face. Perhaps it was fate that brought you to him. He would like to think that.

Zemo knee exactly where to take you. A good quiet place for drinks.

The bar was nice. Nothing flashy or loud, just a casual place for drinks. Zemo and yourself sat in the back, out of immediate eyesight of everyone else. He wanted to spend this time with you, and only you.

"What else did you learn in your research?" He asks, wanting to kick off the conversation.

"You've only been racing a handful of years, only being racing professional a few months, and yet you're super talented on the track. I had to look up some of the racers, most of which have been racing professionally for years. Yet, you're up there with them," you say, sounding impressed.

"I'm good at what I do, no doubt about that."

"How did you get into racing?"

"I love cars. Back home, I have a collection of classic models. You have only seen two of the cars I own. One day I decided to give racing a go. The thrill that runs through your veins when you're speeding around that track, it is unlike anything I've ever felt before. Adrenaline takes over once your foot is on the pedal. All you see is the track ahead."

You smile as you listen.

"I could get used to going to races."

Zemo looks at you with soft eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I would very much like it if you would."

"I can't guarantee I can be at them all. I have to work too. My job isn't nearly as cool as yours though."

"How about this, for every race you come watch, I take you out for drinks after," he offered.

"Are you... asking me out?"

"Only if you attend the races," he states.

You look down at your drink.

"I'll see what I can do, I suppose."

He chuckles, "I'll take it."

"So, there's only three races left, right?"

"Yes," he confirms.

"You have to win all three to beat Stark this season?"

"Yes."

"Can you do it?"

Zemo looks at you with focused eyes. His lips pulled into a smug grin.

"I'm going to do it."

"When is the next race?"

"Two weeks. They are two weeks apart each."

"Right." You read that online. "What's the plan from here. How do you spend the time between races?"

"Improving. Tomorrow I will meet with my crew and see the damages done to my car. I will do whatever I have to do to get it back in top form. I will improve it and test it. Over and over if I have to. I will beat Stark."

You smile.

"I know you can do it. You can."

"Well, if you keep saying it, then I know I can too," he winks at you. You chuckle and try to hide your smile by sipping your drink.

This was nice. You would get to do this again as long as you attended the rest of the races. You made a silent promise to do whatever you could to attend the remaining races. Work be damned!

When you finished your drink, Zemo drove you back to your hotel. Much like last time, you both lingered in the car before you went inside.

"Would you like to come to the garage tomorrow? I could show you what we do behind the scenes," he offers. If he was being genuinely honest, be just wanted to spend more time with you.

"Sure. I'm free tomorrow, but then I'll have to catch the next train home."

"I'm honoured you went to all the trouble to come see me race again," he smiled.

"You invited me. I wasn't going to pass up the chance to see you again," you blurted out.

You sit there in shock. Zemo looks extremely proud and smug.

"I mean-"

"No, no. Don't say any more," he laughs.

You're a blushing mess as you climb put of his car.

"See you tomorrow then?"

You just nod and head inside, embarrassed beyond belief. You can't believe you said that.

Zemo drives away with a smile.

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(Y/n) stands in the kitchen of her mother and step-father's apartment, making the bean dip Smelly Gabe liked so much.

(Y/n) fixes her gaze on the counter but then she lets out a yelp as something hits her in between her shoulder blades.

"Hurry it up, girl!" Smelly Gabe snarls.

"Yes sir," (Y/n) murmurs.

A few minutes later, Gabe stalks into the kitchen, takes the dip without so much of a thank you.

(Y/n) fixes her gaze on the shoe on the ground before she moves to her room. She climbs into her bed, getting under her covers. (Y/n) turns, facing the wall.

She closes her eyes, falling to an uneasy sleep.

(Y/n) watches, disconnected from the others in the dream, as one of her brother's teachers turns into something that reminded her of a demon, or something similar that she'd read books about. The woman had bat wings, claws, and a mouth of yellow fangs.

Then (Y/n) looks around, her eyes widening in shock as she sees her brother holding a bronze sword.

Percy swings the sword, the demon exploding into yellow powder, vaporizing on the spot.

A hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder has (Y/n) jolting awake. "Honey? Are you okay?" Sally Jackson asks.

Catching the wide-eyed look of horror on (Y/n)'s face, Sally wraps her daughter in a hug.

(Y/n)'s breathing steadies, and she breathes in her mother's familiar scent - chocolate, licorice, and all the other things she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central Station.

"Did you get all your work done?" Sally asks softly, her thumb brushing over a slightly visible bruise that had appeared at the base of the back of her neck.

(Y/n) hums in reply.

. . .

The next day, (Y/n) is once again lying in her bed, not wanting to have to deal with Gabe throwing more shoes or glass bottles at / near her.

. . .

Percy walks into the apartment, dragging his suitcase behind him, hoping his mom would be home from work. Instead, Smelly Gabe is in the living room, playing poker with his buddies. The television blares ESPN; chips and beer cans are strewn all over the carpet.

Hardly looking up, he says around his cigar, "So, you're home."

"Where's my mom? (Y/n)?"

"Mom's working," Gabe says. "The girl's in her room. You got any cash?"

"That's it. No Welcome back. Good to see you. How has your life been the last six months?

Gabe had put on weight since the last time Percy had seen him. Gabe looked like a tuskless walrus in thrift-store clothes. He has about three hairs on his head, all combed over his bald scalp.

"I don't have any cash," Percy replies.

Gabe raises a greasy eyebrow. Gabe could sniff out money like a bloodhound, which is surprising, since his own smell should've covered up everything else.

"You took a taxi from the bus station," he says. "Probably paid with a twenty. Got six, seven bucks in change. Somebody expects to live under this roof, he ought to carry his own weight. Am I right, Eddie?"

Eddie, the super of the apartment building, looks at Percy with a twinge of sympathy. "Come on, Gabe," he says. The guy just got here."

"Am I right?" Gabe repeats.

Eddie scowls into his bowl of pretzels. The two other guys pass gas in harmony.

"Fine," Percy says. He digs a wad of dollars out of his pocket and throws the money on the table. "I hope you lose."

"Your report card came, brain boy!" He shouts back at Percy. "I wouldn't act so snooty!"

Percy slams the door to his room, which isn't really his room. During school months, it is Gabe's 'study.' He doesn't study anything in there except old car magazines, but he loves shoving his stuff in Percy's closet, leaving his muddy boots on the windowsill, and doing his best to make the place smell like his nasty cologne, cigars, and stale beer.

Percy drops his suitcase on the bed. Home sweet home he thinks.

Gabe's smell is almost worse than the nightmares about Mrs. Dodds, or the sound of that old fruit lady's shears snipping the yarn.

Percy sits, lost in his thoughts.

Then he hears his mom's voice, "Percy?" She opens the bedroom door, and his fears melt. "Oh, Percy," she hugs him tight. "I can't believe it. You've grown since Christmas."

Sally had brought Percy a bag of 'free samples' the way she always did whenever he'd come home.

The two sit together on the bed. While Percy attacks the blueberry sour strings, she runs her hands through his hair, demanding to know everything that he hadn't put in his letters. She doesn't mention his getting expelled. She doesn't seem to care about that.

Percy tells his mother that she is smothering him, but secretly, Percy is really, really glad to see her.

From the other room, Gabe yells, "Hey, Sally - how about some bean dip, huh?"

Percy grits his teeth. My mom is the nicest lady in the world. She should be married to a millionaire, not to some jerk like Gabe.

(Y/n) pads into Percy's room, and the dark haired boy brightens at the sight of his younger twin.

"I've got the dip, Mom," (Y/n) says softly. Sally gazes at her daughter for a moment, her gaze sad.

"Wait, (Y/n)," Sally says, and (Y/n) turns back to face her mother. "I've got a surprise for the two of you," she says. "We're going to the beach."

Percy's eyes widen. "Montauk?"

"Three nights - same cabin," Sally replies.

"When?" (Y/n) asks, looking excited.

She smiles, "As soon as I get changed."

(Y/n) can't believe it. Mom, Percy, and I hadn't been to Montauk in the last two summers because Gabe had said that there wasn't enough money.

Gabe appears in the doorway behind (Y/n) and growls, "Bean dip, Sally? Didn't you hear me?"

Percy wants to punch him, but he meets his mother's eyes, and understands that she is offering him a deal: Be nice to Gabe for a little while; just until she's ready to leave for Montauk.

"I've got it, Gabe," (Y/n) says.

"Sorry, honey," Sally says, looking at her husband. "We were just talking about the trip."

Gabe's eyes get small. "The trip? You mean you were serious about that?"

"I knew it," Percy mutters. "He won't let us go."

"Of course he will," Sally says evenly. "Your stepfather is just worried about money."

(Y/n) turns to face Gabe, smiling as kindly as she could. "What if I make a seven-layer dip that'll last the whole weekend?" she asks. "Guacamole. Sour cream. The works."

Gabe softens a bit, then turns back to face Sally. "So, this money for your trip . . . it comes out of your clothes budget, right?"

"Yes, honey," Sally replies.

"And you won't take my car anywhere but there and back."

"We'll be very careful."

Gabe scratches his double chin. "Maybe if the girl hurries up with the seven-layer dip . . . and if the boy apologizes for interrupting my poker game."

Maybe if I kick you in your soft spot, Percy thinks. And make you sing soprano for a week.

"I'm sorry," Percy mutters. "I'm really sorry I interrupted your incredibly important power game. Please go back to it right now."

Gabe's eyes narrow. His tiny brain is probably trying to detect the sarcasm in my statement, Percy thinks.

"Yeah, whatever," Gabe decides; he goes back to his game.

"Thank you, Percy," Sally says. "Once we get to Montauk, we'll talk more about...whatever you've forgotten to tell me, okay?"

For a moment, (Y/n) can see anxiety in her mother's eyes, but then her smile returns, and (Y/n) figures that she must've been mistaken.

. . .

An hour later, the three are ready to leave.

Gabe takes a break from his poker game long enough to watch (Y/n) and Percy lug the bags to his car. He keeps griping and groaning about losing her and (Y/n)'s cooking - and more important, his '78 Camaro - for the whole weekend.

"Not a scratch on this car, brain boy," Gabe warns Percy as he loads the last bag into the car. "Not one little scratch."

Like I'd be the one driving. I'm fourteen, Percy thinks.

Watching Gabe lumbers back towards the apartment building, Percy gets so mad that he does something he can't explain. As Gabe reaches the door, Percy makes the hand gesture he'd seen Grover made on the bus, a soft of warding-off-evil gesture, a clawed hand over his heart, then a shoving movement towards Gabe. The screen door slams so hard it whacks him the the butt and sends him flying up the staircase as if he'd been shot from a cannon.

. . .

(Y/n)'s POV

Our rental cabin is on the south shore, way out at the tip of Long Island. It is a little pastel box with faded curtains, half sunken into the dunes. There's always sand in the sheets, spiders in the cabinets, and most of the time the sea is too cold to swim in.

I loved the place.

Mom, Percy, and I had been going ever since Percy and I'd been a baby. Mom had been coming even longer. She'd never exactly said, but I know why the beach was special to her.

It's the place where she'd met my Dad.

As we get closer to Montauk, Mom seems to grow younger, years of worry and work disappearing from her face. Her eyes turn the color of the sea.

We get there around sunset, open all the cabin's windows, and go through the usual cleaning routine.

Mom, Percy, and I walk on the beach, feed blue corn-chips to the seagulls, and munch on blue jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy, and all the other free samples Mom had brought home from work.

I guess maybe I should explain all the blue food.

Gabe had once told Mom that there was no such thing. They had had this fight, which had seemed like a really small think at the time, but ever since, Mom went out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes, mixed blueberry smoothies, bought blue-corn tortilla chips, and brought home blue candy from the shop. This - along with keeping her maiden name, Jackson, rather than calling herself Mrs. Ugliano - is proof that she isn't totally suckered by Gabe. She did have a rebellious streak, just like Percy.

When it gets dark, we make a fire. We roast hot dogs and marshmallows. Mom tells Percy and me stories about when she was a kid, back before her parents had died in the plane crash. She tells us about the books she wanted to write someday, when she had enough money to quit the candy shop.

Eventually, it seems that Percy gets the nerve to ask about what is always on our minds whenever we come to Montauk - our father. Mom's eyes go all misty. I figure she would tell us the same things she always did, but neither Percy or I ever got tired of hearing them.

"He was kind, Percy," Mom replies. "Tall, handsome, and powerful. But gentle too, like you, (Y/n)." Mom says and I soften. "You have his black hair, Percy, and you both share his green eyes.

Mom fishes a blue jelly bean out of her candy bag. "I wish he could see you two. He would be so proud."

I wonder how she could say that when I'm the girl who cowers from her stepfather. The girl who hides in her room to get away from said stepfather.

"How old were we?" Percy asks, pulling me from my thoughts. "I mean . . . when he left?"

Mom watches the flames. "He was only with me for one summer, Percy. Right here at this beach. This cabin."

"But . . . he knew us as babies."

"No, honey," Mom replies. "He knew I was expecting twins, but he never met you. He had to leave before you were born."

I try to square that with the fact that I seem to remember . . . something about my father. A warm glow, maybe a smile.

Percy and I had always assumed that our father had known us as babies. Mom had never said it outright, but still, I'd felt that it must be true. Now, to be told that he'd never even seen us . . .

I feel angry at my father. Maybe it is stupid, but I resent him for going on that ocean voyage, for not having the guts to marry Mom.

"Are you going to send me away again?" Percy asks. "To another boarding school?"

Mom pulls a marshmallow from the fire.

"I don't know, honey," her voice is heavy. "I think . . . I think we'll have to do something."

"Because you don't want me around?" Percy says and I flinch, avoiding both his and Mom's gazes.

I glance up to see that Mom's eyes had welled up with tears. "Oh, Percy, no. I - I have to, honey. For your own good. I have to send you away."

"But you never send her away," Percy says and I look up, eyes wide with surprise.

Mom looks at Percy, eyes wide with shock.

Finally she says, "I have to keep both of you away from each other as much as possible. I thought you'd finally be safe."

"I tried to keep you as close to me as I could," Mom says. "They told me it was a mistake. But there's only one other option, Percy, (Y/n) - the place your father wanted to send you two. And I just . . . I just can't stand to do it."

"Our father wanted us to go to a special school?" I ask.

"Not a school," Mom replies. "A summer camp."

My head spins. Why would my dad - who hadn't even stayed around to see me and Percy be born - talk to Mom about a summer camp?

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," Mom says, seeing the look in my eyes. "But I can't talk about it. I - I couldn't send you two to that place. It might mean saying goodbye to you for good."

"For good?" Percy asks. "But if it's only a summer camp . . ."

Mom turns towards the fire, and I know from her expression, that if we asked any more questions, she would start to cry.

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