#This is happening to me because my favorite song came on & i gasped uncontrollably like it was the second coming....

[i-c-u-p]

Tomorrow at work i will have no choice but to act normal and not say anything to anybody so if anything posting these is like a BRAIN EXERCISE!!! Like that of a "run" (US) or "jog" (EU).

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weatherman

at first, you loved the words on your body that connected you to your soulmate, your one and only. but the older you got, the more annoying and mocking they became. what weirdo sings rhianna when they first meet their soulmate, anyway?

steve rogers x fem!reader

soulmate au!

word count: 1.7k, she’s a baby :,)

warnings: none besides the fact that this was written in an hour and a half, flufff!

By the time you were old enough to read, the song wasn’t out yet. At the time, you had no idea it was a song, of course, and the words were still cute. It sounded like you had a sweet soulmate. You thought of your soulmate coming to you in a million different ways in your imaginative little brain every single time it rained.

But when you were eight years old, the song came out. And then, you were teased for your words relentlessly. They started to hum the song when you walked by. Someone drew you a picture of a raindrop. One kid was even bold enough to laugh right in your face and tell you that Rihanna herself was your soulmate.

And every morning, you would turn on your side, lift your arm up, and look at the words inscribed in semi-neat cursive, your soulmate’s writing.

You can stand under my umbrella

Who even said that? It was so… cheesy. As the years went by, you doubted that it was rain at all that made the words come out of your soulmate’s mouth. By the time you were in high school, you were certain that it was a pick up line. You no longer longingly stared at every rain shower that happened.

Even though you had a certain, tiny disdain for whoever was behind the words, you knew that you missed them in a way that you didn’t understand fully yet. Perhaps the reason was that everyone else around you was happy with their other halves, living perfect lives with the person destined for them, but you knew that wasn’t their fault that you didn’t have yours. By the end of high school, most people already met their soulmates. You didn’t have yours yet, and it was your second year of college. Naturally, you started to worry.

What if they didn’t exist at all?

The possibility of not having a soulmate and just having filler words in the form of a Rihanna song plagued you every day, and the thought only got stronger when it rained. When you were younger, rain meant good luck, and it was your comfort weather. Now, all it brought was the cold and negative thoughts.

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It was your lucky day, because it was quite literally pouring while you served the drenched customer her coffee. You watched her yank the door open and rush towards her car through the glass windows, and you swore under your breath when you remembered something.

Your car was in the shop, and you were supposed to be walking home from work. That meant walking home in the torrential downpour.

You sighed and shook your head, leaning over the counter and already anticipating getting ultimately drenched on your short walk home.

Your boss let you go home early and started closing shop, and you didn’t know if you wanted to thank her or send her the bird for not letting you wait out the storm. She had never let you go home early before, not once in the entire history of you working there. It was unusual. You had full intentions of asking her if she had a hot date, but she started to turn off the lights before you could ask her what made her want to do something nice for once.

You shook your head again as you realized that you didn’t even have a hood or jacket or even worse, and umbrella. You sighed and braced for the cold, yanking the door open and folding your arms, pushing through the uncomfortable feeling of the cold, wet rain with your head down.

You got caught at a crosswalk and had to watch cars fly by. Of course you did. There were footsteps behind you, and you sighed and regretted the second that you stomped your foot, looking up to the sky and letting the rain hit you right in the face. “This is the worst fucking day of my life.”

There was a gasp from beside you and you didn’t even open your eyes. You assumed that whoever it was, was offended by your language. “Sorry,” you said, but you didn’t sound apologetic at all.

Someone cleared their throat from beside you, and you turned your head to the side to see a handsome blonde man with a dark blue umbrella and a pink flush on his face smiling at you, already moving the umbrella your way. Your heart raced. This couldn’t be it. Was it? Your hands were suddenly shaky as you waited for the man to say something, anything. No, not anything, you were waiting to hear the predestined offer (or pickup line) that you now loved again.

“Here,” the man said, and the sound of rain hitting the roof of the umbrella was almost as empty as you felt in the moment. You mustered up a smile at him and said a small thank you, trying to mask the disappointment that came with being so close meeting your soulmate after all.

The man held the umbrella for as long as he walked in the same direction as you, and then he apologized for not being able to hold it for you any longer. “It’s alright, thank you” you said, and hoped that the sound of the pounding rain was enough to hide the tremor in your voice. You were not about to cry.

You went to stand under the roof of a building on the side of it, hoping that the wave of rain would be over in a few minutes. It was better than running for two minutes, you supposed. You saw another blonde man with large strides walk past, with an even darker blue umbrella in his hand, and he was dry.

You groaned. “How am I the only one who didn’t know about the rain?”

The man stopped in his tracks and turned around, looking at you with wide, blue eyes as you stood nonchalantly under the roof, arms crossed and still a little hurt after the universe teasing you with the first umbrella man. When all he did was stare at you, you have him a harsh look and looked away. Staring men always meant trouble, and the meaner you were, the faster they would leave you alone.

“You can stand under my umbrella,” the handsome man said, and slowly, your head turned back his way. Your eyes locked again, and it was your turn to stare like an idiot. “I-I mean, if you want to.”

You leaned off of the wall of the building and took a step towards him. “Did you really just say that?”

A grin lit up on his beautiful face, and you already decided that his smile was your favorite thing on earth. Screw churros from the fair. “Depends, did you just say something about being the only one who didn’t know about the rain?”

You threw yourself into his arms, and he nearly dropped the umbrella just to hold you. His embrace was warm and strong, and he used just enough pressure for you to feel he was there. “I didn’t think you were real.”

It truly did felt surreal. You were in your soulmate’s arms after all that time wondering, worrying, and losing sleep, and now it all felt like it was going to be alright. You could see the happiness in you near future coming your way, the questions and the subtle and uncontrollable bitterness towards others fading away quickly. You already held this man high in your mind, and just like that, he was a priority. And you didn’t even know his name yet.

Instead of asking him for the name that you so desperately wanted to know or saying any of the cheesy words swirling around in your mind, you decided to talk about the words. “Because, who quotes Rihanna?”

“Who doesn’t look at the weather before leaving the house?” He retorted, pulling back a bit to study your face. You were glad that he was able to do it, because you discovered that his face was just as comforting as the warmth of his arms.

“Shut up, weatherman.”

He smiled down at you, blue eyes giving you a fond look that only soulmates could give each other after meeting so suddenly. He poked you right on your nose, a fluttering touch that made your heart skip a few beats.

“I can walk you wherever you need to go.” Your heart warmed at his kindness. It turned out the younger you that hoped that your soulmate was a sweetheart was right, after all.

“No, it’s okay, it’s probably out of your way,” you said anyway, disregarding the way the inner you was screaming at the part of you that had control over your mouth.

“I’m not even supposed to be all the way over here right now, and I think I already missed my appointment.”

“Where are you supposed to be?”

“The barbershop.”

You frowned at him. The barbershop was all the way on the other side of town, and he didn’t seem like he was lost. “How’d you find yourself over here?”

He paused for a second, like he was debating on whether or not to tell the truth. “Something told me to walk this way.”

You could have fallen apart, and you believed that without even knowing you, he would have known how to put you back together again. “Looks like you listened,” you breathed out, in awe of the man before you, who was staring at you with the same look of bewilderment.

“How could I not?” He took one of your hands in his after asking for permission with his eyes, and you felt the tingling build up at the connection. “I’m Steve.”

You told him your name, and he repeated it once, and then twice, and then a smile was on his face, like that was the one word he needed to hear. You resisted the urge to touch his face now that you could see the subtle stubble growing in. “Don’t wear it out, weatherman.”

You took a step forward, and his long legs only took half of his normal stride to match up with you. He walked you home while you talked about anything and everything with him, every now and again talking about the words on your respective wrists and how glad you were that you found each other.

It felt so right.

You met him the next day at the park, and it was as sunny as it could be. He was carrying a tackily designed gift bag that he put red tissue paper in, and from then on, you knew he was a big goof. He handed you the bag with a huge, dopey smile on his face, and you cackled when you opened it.

It was an umbrella, an poncho, and a copy of Weather for Dummies.

******

omg omg not my first soulmate au lmao and many more to come in different shapes and sizes bc-

i’m obsessed

hope y’all liked it!!! <3

[morosemagick]

Meet me by the River Bend | Finan X Reader One-Shot

Warning: None

Words: 3919

Tagged: @osferth (thanks for that prompts list!!)

It's your favorite place in Wessex. This hidden river bend behind your home in Coccham. Most of the townspeople here don't realize it's back there. Deep enough for you to bathe, and hidden enough for you not to worry about men coming to spy on you.

It's your small touch of paradise.

You've been coming here for years now. When your daily chores are done and you're certain no one will need you, you sneak off to your special place. Sometimes you don't even bathe, just going by to dip your toes in and listen to the river's song. It's the best in the summertime when the water is its warmest and you can dress in your bare minimum while you waste your day doing whatever you choose.

You rather this simple life over anything else.

Until one day you notice someone has found your secret spot.

It takes you a moment, but you recognize this face. He's a warrior for Lord Uhtred, the Ealdorman of Coccham. You've seen him before in town, usually walking around with the Lord's other warriors or drinking at the alehouse.

If you're correct, he's the one they call Finan.

Afraid of being seen, you hide behind a tree to spy on him. It's probably wrong, but you're curious to see what this man is doing in your place. You can see him approach the river, squatting down and putting his fingers into the water to perhaps check its warmth. After a moment or two, he rises, shaking off his wet finger, and then wipes it on his trousers.

What happens next makes your jaw drop.

He starts to strip away his clothing. Starting with the belt that carries his blades and then his shirt. You can't help but gawk as he works at every button till the end, then pulling the shirt off his body. As he bends down to drop his on top of his blades, his body turns till his bareback is facing you.

And the sight of it makes you gasp.

Finan snatches the shirt up and puts it back on, and you manage to hide behind the tree. You try to cover your mouth with your hand, but you're certain you've been caught.

You can hear him pick up his sword, and then you hear the sound of footsteps approaching you, "I know you're out there," he calls out as he creeps closer, "Come out now, and I swear I won't hurt ya."

"I didn't mean to spy on you, Lord, I swear it," You tell him, still cowering behind the tree.

"I'm not a Lord, darlin', no need to hide," Finan is smirking when he comes face to face with you, "If you wanted to watch me bathe, all you needed was to ask."

He's much more handsome than you realized now that he's in arms reach, and suddenly you're blushing uncontrollably, "I was not-"

"I'm only kidding, I swear it," He smiles, holding his arms up in truce, "What is a good Christian woman like yourself doin' alone in a place like this?"

"I was going to ask you the same question," you say, straightening yourself to seem more confident, "How did you find this place?"

"I usually bathe more up the river, but it seems others found my space so I came more down for some peace," Finan crosses his arms, and your eyes can't help but look at his bare chest and the blade you almost forgot he was carrying, "And you?"

"I, uh," You point behind him and chuckle, "Live not far from here. This is my secret place."

"Is it now?"

"It is," You tell him, and he smirks at you, "And I would prefer if you bathed somewhere else."

Finan chuckles, and takes a step forward, "And if I choose not to?"

You're already backed into the tree, so there's nowhere else to go as he hovers over you, "I.. I'll-"

Finan’s smirk becomes a full smile as he laughs and backs away, "I am teasing, darlin', I'll get out of your hair. I wouldn't want anyone to think anythin' of us being alone back here."

"I will not tell, if you don't," The words come out of your mouth so quickly you barely have time to register what you've just told this man.

Finan's brow raises as he crosses his arms again, "Are you propositioning me, lady?"

"No, of course not!" You argue and he smiles again, making your knees feel surprisingly weak, "I only mean to say, if you do not look my way then I will not look yours. We can share this place."

"You wish to share this place with me?" He questions.

"As long as you promise not to look and you stay on your side of this tree," As soon as the words come out you realize what you've asked of this and it's probably the dumbest thing you've done but it's too late because the words have already been spoken, "We keep our eyes to ourselves, deal?"

You put your hand out for him to shake, and a second later he shakes it, "Deal, Lady-"

"Y/N," You tell him with a faint smile, "I am not a lady, I'm just… Y/N."

"Well you have yourself a deal," Finan smirks as he lets your hand go and starts to make his way back to his things, "Just Y/N."

It's the way he looks at you as he walks away that makes you realize you've probably made a very big mistake.

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It rains for the next few days, so you do not return to the river bend until the sun has risen again. You head down at midday to get away from your family for some time. It's hard, being the eldest child. You feel like so much is expected of you, especially in a family of only daughters.

You expect talks of marriage will be in your very near future.

When you arrive at your secret place, Finan is already there. You can tell because there are clothes all laid out neatly as well as a belt with two blades close to the water. As per your pact, you do your best to keep your eyes ahead of you and not spy on the man you've decided to let into your space.

Though you would very much like to look.

You sit by the edge of the water, taking off your shoes so you can stick your feet in the water, and just as you lay back onto the grass you hear water sloshing around and the sound of a certain Irish accent in the air.

"Y/N," You hear Finan call out, and you try your best not to look his way, "Nice seeing you here."

"I'd say the same, but I plan on upholding the promise I made," Finan laughs at your comment, and a smile forms on your face, "I am a good Christian woman, after all."

"Aye, so polite," He laughs some more and you can hear him moving through the water, probably making his way out, "Thank you for not tarnishing my pure reputation."

"I assure your pure reputation will continue to go unscathed," You chuckle and you can hear him getting out of the water, and the sound of swords in sheaths clanging lets you know he's probably getting dressed.

"Do you not wish to bathe today, Y/N?" He asks you, and you can hear his belt clang again.

"No…" You told him in a soft tone, your mood sobering up, "I only came here to escape, that's all."

"Escape what?" When you don't answer you can hear Finan moving around, and before you know it he's standing above you fully dressed, "Escape what, Y/N?"

You smirk at the sight of him, "You've crossed the tree."

"Aye, but my clothes are on," Finan smiles walking to your right and then sitting down next to you, "So are you going to tell me what has happened?"

You sigh and then sit up, pulling your knees to your body as you look out to the water, "I believe my family wishes me to marry soon."

You glance over to Finan, who is also staring at the water when he replies, "Ahh."

"My family is… well, we could use the silver," You explain as you put your arms around your knees and rest your chin on top of them, "I am the eldest, it's my duty to be married into wealth."

"But is being married what you wish?" Finan asks you in a tone that makes you glance his way.

It almost sounds like jealousy.

"I'm not sure," You tell him honestly, "What if he's awful?"

"What if he's hideous?" Finan jokes with brows raised and it makes you laugh, "I'm sure your father will not marry you to a cruel man."

"It's my stepfather who wishes to marry me," You explain, trying to maintain your smile but it's getting hard, "I think he tires of caring for me. I'm almost certain he wishes to be rid of me as soon as possible."

"Sounds like a bastard," Finan mutters in anger, and it catches you off guard. When he notices what he's said, he turns to face you, "I did not mean-"

You can't help but smile, "No, you are right. He is a bastard." Your smile maintains as you turn back to face the water, "I just wish I was free to choose, that's all. It might sound silly but I want to fall in love with a man, not just be forced upon him."

"That doesn't sound silly at all," Finan tells you with a soft voice, "Nothin' wrong with wanting to be loved, Y/N."

"Have you ever been in love?" You turn to ask him and you can see the expression on his face shift, "Finan? Did I say something wrong?"

He looks at your and his lip curls up, and something about the way his eyes stare into yours gives you butterflies like you've never felt before, "I have… a long time ago. Almost another life, even."

"What happened?"

Finan shrugs, looking back at the water as he answers, "I suppose.. it was not meant to be."

"I'm sorry," You tell him sincerely, "That sounds awful," he doesn't answer you immediately, and you wonder if you've maybe struck a nerve with your question. In hopes of redeeming yourself, you add: "Perhaps you will find love again," That catches his attention and it makes you smile, "A better one."

"I hope so as well," Finan answers with a smile much different than the others he's given you during this conversation. Something about it just makes your heart beat double time.

You wonder if perhaps these are the feelings you've been searching for.

You continue to meet Finan daily by the river bend, as long as the sun is out and there is no rain to stop you from leaving your home. You talk about everything and nothing, and over the next few months, you learn so much about each other. Finan tells you about his travels, and what it's like to be a warrior serving Lord Uhtred. Of his friends and fellow warriors, Sihtric and Osferth. You tell him about your family, how your father served in King Alfred's fyrd and did not come home after one battle. How your mother, now a widow, chose to marry a farmer to support her family and had many more children with him. How the man she married treats you more like the help than a daughter.

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Of all the things you speak of, Finan's family and his life in Ireland is never brought up.

You didn't want to push it.

He did, however, tell you of his life as a slave and how he met Lord Uhtred aboard a shave ship. All the things they overcame to be free, and the friends they lost trying to get home. It's how you learn why he chooses to bathe in private.

"There are scars… scattered all over my back," Finan tells you during one of your meetings, "Every time someone sees them, they ask how I got them. I hate talkin' about it… so I bathe alone."

"I didn't mean to-"

"I don't mind telling you, Y/N," he says with a smile, "You are good at secrets, surprisingly enough."

You laugh at his comment, and you stop when you realize Finan is staring at you, "What is it?"

"May I tell you another?" Finan asks in a quiet voice.

"Another… secret?" You question him with a raised brow. Finan nods, his face seeming more serious than you've seen it, "What is it, Finan?"

"I would very much like to kiss you, Y/N," His words make you gasp and you realize he's leaned in closer to you, "May I?"

"But your pure reputation," You smirk but your body is leaning in closer anyway, "We are good Christians, remember?"

"I will not tell, if you don't," Finan smiles as he puts his hand on your face to pull you in.

You glance at his eyes then down to his lips right before you lean in to kiss him, "Deal."

It's not your first kiss, that's for certain, but you've never had someone kiss you with so much passion before. Finan puts his other hand on your face and leans your head back to deepen the kiss. Your hands reach out for his shirt to pull him as close to you as you can, and the two of you fall back into the grass as the kissing intensifies. Finan's tongue slips in your mouth and you moan, his hands moving from your face down to your waist.

He's about to go lower, but you stop him.

You pull away from him with a worried look on your face, "We shouldn't..."

Finan looks a touch embarrassed as he gets up off of you, "I am sorry, Y/N,"

"No, it's not that I don't wish to kiss you," You are quick to explain as you sit back up, "It's just…" You don't wanna tell him, but you know you need to tell him soon before it's too late, "My stepfather has someone coming tomorrow… a potential husband."

"You're to be married?" He looks hurt, more than you anticipated and it hurts.

"I have no choice," Your lip quivers because the look on his face is just killing you, "He wants me gone before harvest."

"Perhaps I should go," Finan says as he jumps to his feet, and you jump up to follow him.

"Finan, Finan wait!" You call out as you chase after him, "I do not want to marry this man-"

"I will bother you no longer, Lady," he cuts you off as he keeps going, but you reach out to grab his arm and make him stop.

"Finan, please," Your voice cracks and you feel your breath starting to stutter, "I will never love this man," Finan doesn't look fully back, but his head is turned enough for you to know you have his attention, "my heart already belongs to you."

"I have nothing to give you, Y/N," Finan explains, keeping his face away from you, "No land, no home... I am just a warrior, loyal to my Lord. Every time we leave there is a chance I will not come home. It is not an easy life."

"I do not want easy," Your eyes start to water as your hand drifts down his arm to his hand, "I want you."

Finan turns back and you find he's also been crying, but there's a slight smile on his lips and it makes you feel a bit better, "Do you now?"

"I do," You smile as the tears fall, "Always."

Finan moves back in to kiss you again, his hands moving frivolously across your body as he backs you up until you eventually hit a tree. His hands are making their way down your skirts as he starts to lift them up, and eventually, they find themself between your legs.

What he does to you next, here by this river bend, is far from Christian.

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You get back home later than you usually do, the sun setting as you walk through the door, and to your surprise, your mother and stepfather are waiting for you, along with another man you do not recognize.

"Where have you been!?" Your stepfather demands before you can even put down your things, "You have been gone for hours!"

"I went to bathe," You explain but your response is only a half-lie; you were indeed in the water… with Finan… and neither of you actually did bathe, "I did not realize how long I was gone."

"It's impolite to make your betrothed wait, Y/N," Your mother explains, and you give her a confused look.

"I do not have a-"

"Y/N, meet Oswald," Your stepfather cuts you off as he turns back to point to the other man in the room, "He has agreed to marry you, and for a mighty fair price might I add."

You look at the man, and then your stepfather with a worried look, "I do not wish to marry him."

"He's already paid the bride price, Y/N," Your mother tells you with a somber look on her face, "You leave for East Anglia in the morning."

"East Anglia?!" You take a step back in your shock.

"I have a lot of land, and plenty of space for all the children we will have," The man… Oswald smiles and it makes you shiver, "I promise you will enjoy being my wife."

"I don't want to marry you," You say again, because the first time was apparently not enough, "I refuse!"

"You cannot!" Your stepfather snaps, "You have been sold, you get no choice!"

"I will not marry this man, and you cannot stop me!" You yell, turning for the door and rushing out before anyone can stop you.

It's pouring now but that doesn't stop you as you make your way into the heart of Coccham in search of the man you much rather be betrothed to. Your first stop is the alehouse, where you know Finan frequents often with his fellow warriors, but he's not there. Instead, your eyes come across the other warriors he's usually with, Sihtric and Osferth.

They are drinking and laughing when you approach them, and you know you must look crazy with your body drenched but you do not care.

The monk-looking Saxon is the first to notice you, a kind smile on his face as he looks your way. He must be Osferth, "May we help you, lady? You seem troubled."

"You are Osferth and Sihtric, yes?" You ask as you look between the two of them, shaking in your soaked clothing, "Do you know where Finan is?"

"Ah, you must be Y/N," The Dane warrior, Sihtric, smiles as he turns to face you, "You just missed him, he's gone to meet with Lord Uhtred."

"Please, can you find him for me?" You ask out of breath, hoping they recognize the panic in your voice, "Tell him to meet me by the river bend, he will know what that means."

"Is there something wrong, Y/N?" Osferth asks as he and Sihtric exchange worried looks.

"I have no time to explain, please, promise me you'll tell him," You tell him and they both nod to each other and rise.

"We will, lady, we swear it," Sihtric tells you as he taps Osferth's shoulder and the two of them leave the alehouse with haste.

You only hope they find him in time.

It's still pouring, but it doesn't stop you from waiting in the rain for Finan to arrive. You wait behind a tree, the same one you hid behind the first time you saw him. You have been alone for a while, and part of you is starting to worry he will not show.

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Perhaps you have made a mistake?

Perhaps he does not love you as you thought?

The fear makes you nauseous. You had just given this man all you had to give, your womanhood slipped through your fingers to the sound of his soft words and even softer fingers. Now you wonder if all that happened was only so he could find his way between your legs.

Tears form in your eyes, and now you feel silly for waiting out here in the rain for a man who probably doesn't love you.

You want to move from where you're leaning against the tree, except you can't because your body slides down to the ground and you can help but sit there and cry. Crying like a child, as the tears on your face blending in with the rain hitting your face.

"Y/N?" The voice you hear calling out for you makes you jump for your feet, hiding behind the tree in hopes not to be seen. It's your stepfather, and he has found your secret place, "Y/N you show yourself this instant!"

You cover your mouth so he doesn't hear you crying, or breathing for that matter, and pray to God that he doesn't find you. You can hear footsteps walking nearby and your heart is beating double time as your eyes shut tight in fear, but then you feel a hand across yours.

"Do not fear, Y/N, it's me," Finan's voice whispers as your eyes open quickly. There's a serious look on his face, his eyes peeking around the tree, "He's leavin'."

You both stand there in silence for a while, Finan's eyes watching your stepfather and yours watching Finan. Sometimes passes, and then Finan sighs as his eyes drift back to you.

"He's gone," Finan tells you as his hand moves from over yours to over your cheek, "Are you alright?"

"You came for me," You tell him in shock as your hand lowers to your side.

"Of course I did, Y/N," Finan smiles as he rubs your cheek with his thumb, "I love you."

"You do?" Your eyes are watery again but this time your tears are joyous.

"Aye," He nods as he leans in for a quick kiss, "I do, and I will not let you marry the man that bastard has chosen."

"His name is Oswald," You explain to him with a frown, "He's already paid the bride price…"

"And I plan on offering more," Finan explains with a smirk, "I have borrowed silver from Lord Uhtred. Whatever that man had paid, I will pay double."

"I cannot possibly be worth that much," You chuckle in disbelief over what he's told you, but Finan just smiles, "I am just Y/N."

"No," He shakes his head as he leans in to kiss you again, "You are everything, Y/N."

It must be true because you return back to your family's home with Finan where he offers just that for your hand in marriage and your stepfather and Oswald agree for the exchange. You do not return to that house again, because that place is no longer your home.

And the next time the sun shines again, you and Finan return again to the river bend. Where you share this special place with those you both care for the most, as they gather together to watch you two marry.

Here, in this place, special to you always.

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White Tulips - Cut Chapter

Hey Everyone. I hope who ever reads this is happy and healthy. So I wrote this idea for my Han Seojun x Kang Sujin fanfic but it didn’t really fit the story at the time, even though I had set it up in the published story twice, so I cut it. But I still loved this idea so I wanted to share it here. 

I would have shared it earlier but I was trying to get the Joseon Era AU started before that but man, have I been struggling with that story. Writing historic fanfic is HARD! Anyway I still wanted to leave this here. Hope you all like it. 

Pairing: Kang Sujin x Han Seojun

Word Count: 1.7k 

Rating: Slightly Mature... or maybe PG 15? I dunno. I am bad with ratings

i.

For all of his flaws, Han Seojun had one thing going for him. He was unashamed. Unashamed of his slight lack of academic intelligence, unashamed of his troublemaker persona, and definitely unashamed of losing to Kang Sujin at everything imaginable.

“Ah-nee, how could you get so good at basketball?” He panted, pulling up his shirt to wipe his brow, not because he was sweaty, but because he wanted Sujin to stare at his abs.

“I was always good, Han Seojun.” Sujin said proudly, holding the basketball by her waist as she unabashedly eyed his abs. “I told you, I was just off my game that day.”

“You were distracted by my face.” Seojun smirked.

“Of course, I was. I had a massive crush on you.” She grinned, kissing him.

“Ooooh, chagi, you had a crush on meee.” Seojun teased like a school boy who had discovered her most embarrassing secret.

“We’re practically married.” Sujin pointed out dryly, the fact that they had been together for over a year now.

“Still.” Seojun grinned.

“Doesn’t change the fact that I finally did beat you.” Sujin countered.

Seojun didn’t tell her that he had let her win today. Her loved her competitiveness and the giddy way she grinned when she won. If Seojun could, he would let her win everything her heart desired. But this he would never tell her, mostly because she would kill him. And Seojun really wanted to live, especially now that he had someone else to live with.

“Technically, we’re at a draw. You only cancelled out your win from back then.” He stated. The two had started packing their things. Sujin dumped her water bottle in their gym bag.

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m about to win this argument.” Sujin grinned an evil grin, leaning closer. She spoke in a sing-song voice, “I know your big secret.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Seojun smirked. He was an open book, there was nothing he ever hid from anyone. And even if he did, there was nothing he was ashamed of.

Sujin took out her phone and pressed play.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Really? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Say la la la la la la la la la la la

“Told you I would find out.” Sujin’s evil grin spread wide as Seojun’s smug smile wavered.

Oh no.

It turned out that here indeed was one thing that Han Seojun was ashamed of.

“Ya, Kang Sujin!” Seojun went for her phone but she bounced out of his way, skipping backward.

“What’s wrong, Seojun-ah? Don’t like this song?” She asked in mock innocence.

Oh God, the horror. The pain, the anguish! The embarrassment!

“Ya! Come here!” Seojun ran after her and she sprinted away from him, running around the court. “Stop playing that!”

“No way. This is my new favorite song.” Sujin shouted back breathlessly as she ran full speed. Seojun caught up with her and she squealed and laughed as he held her by the waist.

“Are you not going to stop?” He didn’t lunge for her phone. Instead opted to tickle her, making her squeal some more, laughing uncontrollably.

“I cave! I cave!” She said, her eyes tearing up from the laughing.

Seojun took her phone and turned off the song. Sujin was red from laughter and Seojun felt an ache to kiss her then and there. But he didn’t want to encourage her triggering the PTSD he had from that embarrassing incident in high school.

“Lim Jukyung is such a traitor. I can’t believe she told you.”

“I’m your girlfriend. Of course, she told me. Shouldn’t I know you were dancing around half naked in front of another woman?” Sujin wiped the tears from her eyes, still shaking from the aftershocks of laughing.

“Aish! That was so embarrassing. I never want to remember that happened.” Seojun admitted, going red as he thought back to when he had been dancing around in his house, wearing nothing but his underwear and had failed to notice that Lim Jukyung had been there with his sister the entire time.

“Waeeee? I find it funny.” And then she burst out laughing again. Han Seojun walked away in a huff. He couldn’t face the embarrassment any longer, especially not in front of Sujin.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Sujin chased after him.

Han Seojun would have buried the incident again, along with his memory of that song but then there it was again.

That dreaded song.

They were having lunch with everyone; Jukyung, Suho, Taehoon, Suah and his squad with Chorong, when suddenly, he heard the tune faintly.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Seojun thought he was imagining it. But then Sujin took out her phone and the song played clearer. That damn woman had set it as her ring tone.

That dreaded song.

“Oops, getting a call. Be right back.” Sujin said with just enough pretend innocence that it passed off as sincere to others, but he knew. He knew.

Han Seojun glared at Jukyung accusingly and she made an apologetic face. Luckily, no one else seemed to pick up on Seojun’s discomfort. Suho did give him a pointed look but Suho knew that he did not have the privilege of making fun of Seojun the way Sujin did. And that wasn’t a matter of Seojun getting mad at him. It was a matter of Kang Sujin destroying anyone who would say one syllable against her boyfriend.

“Sujinnie,” Seojun pouted like a child that night as they made dinner, “I don’t like your ringtone.”

Her phone had been ringing all day. A little too frequently, Seojun had noticed. It was almost as if Sujin had scheduled all of her calls to today just to mess with him.

“Oh, should I change it?” She asked causally, “Okay, you pick something you like.”

Seojun grinned and padded over to the counter, setting her ringtone to one of his songs.

That night Seojun had gone to sleep thinking that chapter of his embarrassing event was over. He dreamed peacefully of being on stage and serenading Sujin with the songs he had written for her. But then his dream was interrupted with that jingle again.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Seojun woke up with a gasp. No, it wasn’t just his dream. The song was actually playing. Sujin stirred and shut off her alarm.

Her alarm that was set to play Okey Dokey.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooo! Seojun screamed in his head, cursing the storm he imagined himself drowning in. He loved Kang Sujin. He could never deny her anything, even if it led to his own torment.

But why, why out of everything she had to choose this.

Sujin got up, and didn’t even notice Seojun stuff his head in his pillow as she went to the bathroom.

“Hyung, are you okay?” One of his bandmates asked upon seeing Seojun’s dark circles and dead expression.

“Huh? I’m okey, dokey.” He responded dreamily. The band member backed away in concern.

ii.

Ever since they had gotten close, Seojun had stopped challenging her. True, they would still tease and play the push-pull game but it wasn’t like it had been before. Before they had felt like equals. Now it felt like Sujin had all the power and oddly enough, she didn’t like that. She worried it might get too boring for Han Seojun. She worried it wasn’t good for him to coddle her so much. He needed to have just as much of a say in things as she did.

She had meant the song to just stir some new challenge between them. He would respond with embarrassment and demand that she gets rid of the song. He would finally set a line for her; a restriction and she would comply to and balance would be restored. No longer would she be the one dictating everything.

But it had the opposite effect. Sujin hadn’t realized how it was torturing him till she saw him jump when they passed by a store that had been coincidentally playing the song.

“It’s following me.” Seojun had hissed. Sujin became worried she had gone too far. She hadn’t realized how much the incident had affected him.

Fortunately, Sujin knew what to do.

Come home early tonight. Sujin’s text came.

“Is everything okay?” He asked the second he entered. Sujin never asked him to be home early, knowing his busy schedule. He was lucky that his other band mate had gotten ill, and practice had been cancelled.

“Yeah, gimme a minute!” Sujin called from their bedroom.

Seojun threw his jacket on the sofa and unbuttoned his sleeves, getting ready to make dinner. But then he froze.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

He groaned, “Aaaaah, chagiiii! Geuman-hae already.” He turned and then froze again, dropping his phone on the floor.

In the door frame of their bedroom stood Kang Sujin wearing leopard print camisole and a blue bathrobe, striking an exaggerated dancing pose. The camisole reached just below her thighs. The rest of her long, long, long legs were available for him to gawk at.

Seojun gulped. Good God.

You ready?

I'm ready

Yea, okey dokey yo

Sujin began dancing to the song just like he had, singing along as she moved through the hallway with the graceful movements of a more practiced dancer. It was funny but all too captivating at the same time.

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo,

Is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo

She came in and danced her way to the fridge, taking out a water bottle, and pouring it over her head.

Really? Yes! Okey dokey yo

Say la la la la la la la la la la la

She didn’t have the chance to continue as Seojun picked her up in his arms. She squealed in joy as he kissed her.

“Ah, Kang Sujin that’s the sexiest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” He said, leaning her over as she laughed.

Seojun forgot all about the song as he bridal carried a squealing Sujin to their room. They both fell down on the bed, laughing. Sujin ran a hand through his hair.

“Hey, Sujinnie. Guess what underwear I’m wearing today.” Seojun grinned.

[honeypirate]

Congrats on the 420 honey! You deserve it!!!

For your 420 event could I pretty please get Tanaka with She/Her pronouns?

Date idea #6 Reality #5

Can you also put edible #6?

Okay I love you and congrats again!

Oh my god thank you so much for this I had so much fun writing it!!

Event Masterlist

Tanaka x fem!reader + theme park + soulmate au + scarf kiss

Okay so for this soulmate AU I couldn’t choose which one I wanted so I choose both of these hopefully you like it haha

1. Colors of things or places your soulmate’s been/touched are brighter and more vivid.

2. Whenever you lose an item (like a sock), it ends up in your soulmates’ possession somehow

For spring break you and your friends decided to take a group to a theme park a couple towns over. It was perfect except for the fact the fact that it was a cool spring day.

“Hey Yui! Have you seen my scarf?” You were searching your room frantically. Since it was a little chilly you wanted to wear your scarf instead of a jacket since you’ll be outside all day.

“I haven’t. When was the last time you saw it?” She asks from her spot on your bed doing her makeup.

“Just a few days ago! I had washed it because it fell in the mud, remember?”

She nods putting the mascara wand back and twisting it closed “maybe your soulmate has it now”

You groan and flop backwards on a pile of clothing “you’re probably right. It was my favorite too.”

“Don’t they also have your favorite daisy earrings, your tamagotchi, and the left shoe of your favorite heals you wore to prom?”

You chuckle “yeah they do. I hope they’re taking care of my tamagotchi baby”

“Those things are so old I can’t believe you still took care of it religiously”

“It was my baby! It was my job to take care of it!”

She laughs and rolls her eyes “what do you have of his?”

“Uuuhhh” you look around and start grabbing random things “this little volleyball charm I keep meaning to put on my keys. This sweatshirt that has a bleach stain but is obviously super loved. And this water bottle” you take a drink from it and Yui looks at the bottle, feeling that she’s seen it somewhere.

She shakes her head “anyway. Are you ready? We have to go soon if we want to meet the rest of the group”

You sigh and pull yourself up to sitting again “yeah I’m ready. I’m just gonna go with no jacket or scarf and hopefully the thrill of the theme park will keep me warm”

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“Is this yours?” Tanaka asks Saeko and she shakes her head “nope!” She says with a pop on the p sound “must be your soulmate’s again” Tanaka felt his stomach fill with butterflies. He wraps the scarf around his neck as he heads out the door, noya and the other guys waiting for him on the doorstep “see you later little bro! Do what I would do and have some fun!” Saeko calls out with a laugh

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“Who else is gonna be here?” You ask as you slip the volleyball charm on your keys, the water bottle in the side pocket of your backpack as you walk towards the theme park gates from the car

“The boys VB club, the rest of our club, and a few guys from other schools that the boys invited” Yui says as you get to the line

“Are we meeting them somewhere?” You ask and she nods

“For lunch we are all supposed to meet up at the pizza place by the dragon ride. Or at least that’s what Noya told me”

You smile “so then we have a few hours to do what we want!”

You ride the crazy rides first, screaming beside Michimiya as they twist and turn and make you feel dizzy. “This is the best day” you say after you stumble off the dragon ride, dizzy and not able to walk in a straight line. “But the pizza place is right there so let’s go claim a table before it fills up”

You were the first ones you guys knew at the pizza place, claiming the largest table as you waited for the rest of the group.

Asahi and Daichi came first, Daichi sitting right next to Yui and chatting like usual. Part of you hoped they would be soulmates but Yui said the things she has don’t belong to him and the yellow flip flop he had wasn’t hers.

Boys you didn’t really recognize came next, filling in around the table as some went to order. Noya and Tanaka came next just as a chill from the breeze went through you. “Y/n how come you don’t have a jacket?” Noya asks as he sits beside you. “I wanted a scarf but I lost mine today so I decided I’d rather be a little cold than have to carry around a jacket all day”

Tanaka’s ears perked up. You lost a scarf? He wanted to rush over to you and ask if you also lost daisy earrings and a shoe and a tamagotchi? But he controlled himself and sat across from you, his hands messing with the ends of the scarf around his neck.

You noticed Tanaka’s scarf, but that couldn’t be yours, it was too vivid of a red to be yours. Yours was plain red, a muted color you liked.

When you all got up to finally order, Tanaka pulled Noya aside “switch me seats” he said and Noya raised his brows “okay. Why?”

“Because she lost a scarf. And this” he holds out the ends “isn’t mine. It just showed up today.”

“She could be your soulmate?!” Noya exclaims and places his hands on Tanaka shoulders, jumping in excitement “that’s amazing!!”

Tanaka hushes him “keep calm bro. This might just be a coincidence. I need to do some recon” noya grins “oooh right right right okay okay. You got it! Let me know if I can do anything”

Tanaka sits beside you at the table and you raise your eyebrows at Noya across from you. He just grins and takes the biggest bite of pizza you’ve ever seen, making you laugh.

Tanaka places a bottle of water next to your plate and you cover your mouth, still chewing a little as you ask “is that for me?” You meet his eye and he nods, a blush on his ears.

“Thank you Tanaka!“ You say place your hand on his forearm that was on the table, giving it a light squeeze.

“No problem y/n” he takes another bite of his pizza.

You pull out your water bottle from your bag and unscrew the top, pouring the water he got you into your bottle, empty from the first half of the day.

“TANAKA!” Noya shouts and you look up at him with a confused look “yes? Noya?” Tanaka says stiffly, trying to get him to shut up and calm down. His eyes said ‘yes. I see it. Be cool dude’

“Uuuh I was thinking we should uhhh GET COTTON CANDY!” He tries to cover it and nods proud of himself, you look to Tanaka and he looks a little nervous but responds with the same amount of excitement “yea!! I agree!! I love cotton candy”

You chuckle softly, pushing your empty plate away “I like the pink kind best” you say with a smile and Tanaka’s heart starts to race at how cute you looked.

“No way! The blue kind!” He says back and rocks his shoulder playfully into yours

“No the blue kind tastes like it’s just trying to hard to be better than pink. It’ll never win”

“Wanna bet?” He asks and you laugh

“What are we betting?”

“How about we decide that after we see who wins?”

“Ooh I like it. More of a risk” you say with a laugh “you’re on” you hold out your hand and he takes it with a firm shake.

“What ride should we hit next?” Yui asks and she pulls out the park map, unfolding it and placing it on the table.

“How about we go in a huge circle around the back that way we can hit the cotton candy stand here” you point to the back of the map “then we can hit all the best ones on our way out”

Tanaka watched as your finger traced a path on the page, watching as the colors of the paper changed with your touch, becoming more vivid and bright. He gasped softly and you looked over to him

“Did you have a different idea?” You ask and he shakes his head, you thought it was weird that he was being so quiet but you didn’t pry.

The rides on this side of the park were slower and more interactive. You had fun shooting lasers through one ride, then number cars the next, feeling special every time Tanaka wanted to sit beside you.

you get to a teacup ride and Tanaka takes your hand when the gates open, leading you directly to the blue one in the middle. You laugh as he pulls you along.

“Are you ready for this?” He asks with a grin and you laugh, nodding as the music began and the ride started. His hands move to the wheel in the middle and for a moment you think it actually changes colors. His hands moved the wheel as fast as he possibly could, making your world spin and making you laugh uncontrollably. The wheel he was turning was such a vivid shade of blue now but you didn’t know if it wasn’t always like that.

Tanaka loved the sound of your laughter, it was beautiful, like a song just for him. When the ride ended he took note of your messy hair and the tears from the corner of your eyes from laughing so hard. You looked like an angel. His angel.

As you wait for the ride to stop completely you just look at each other, panting from laughing so hard with smiles on your faces. It was like the world stopped and gave you two this special moment.

“Come on kids! Cotton candy time!” Noya shouts as the doors to the teacups open and everyone shuffles out.

Tanaka exits first, holding his hand out to help you which you gladly take. Smiling and feeling your cheeks heat under his soft gaze.

“Ready to lose this bet?” He asks and squeezes your hand but doesn’t let it go as you walk behind your friends

“I don’t know Tanaka, are you?”

He laughs “I’m ready to win” he says with a goofy grin and you felt your heart race.

You didn’t really know what was happening. You and Tanaka were friends but you hadn’t been this flirty before. He’s told you that you were gorgeous but most of the time he was all over Kiyoko asking her if she’s got any of his lost items. (She hadn’t. Her soulmate wa someone from a different school who she’s already met)

“You get blue. I’ll get pink. And then we will share and compare” you say as you wait in line at the stand

“No lying. Say what you honestly think” he adds and you laugh

“Of course. No cheating”

Noya behind you speaks up “but they also have green and yellow. What if those are better?”

You and Tanaka speak at the same time “they’re not”

Making you laugh and making noya wanna vom at how cute it was.

You get your cotton candy and drop his hand to open your bag, humming in delight when you popped a bit in your mouth. “Pink is definitely better” you say and offer him some but something beeps in his pocket and his hands are a little occupied with holding his blue cotton candy and fishing around in his pocket he just opens his mouth with a little smile and sparkle in his eye.

You don’t miss a beat, placing the bit of, to his eye vibrantly pink, cotton candy on his tongue and accidentally brushing his bottom lip when you pulled away your hand.

“Yeah” he says “pink is amazing. But just wait for blue” he pulls out the thing he was looking for in his pocket and it was a pink tamagotchi. “Sorry. Gotta feed it too” he says and you laugh

“it’s fine. I had one of those before but I lost it. I think my soulmate has it and I just hope they are taking care of my little guy” you watch as his thumb presses the buttons. That couldn’t be yours. It was too bright of pink. You had a lighter pink version.

“Hey what’s that?” Yui asks when she comes to chat with you “he has a tamagotchi too isn't that cool?” You say and she nods “that’s pretty neat. Yours is pink too” you shake your head “not that pink though! It’s vibrant and mine is lighter than that” Michimiya gives you a look like you’re the stupidest girl she’s ever met and you raise your eyebrows “what?” She shakes her head with a laugh and changes the subject

“So what color is better?”

You gasp and turn to Tanaka who has a mouth full of blue already and you laugh at him, cheeks flushing s little because of how oddly adorable it was.

“Let me try” you say and he pulls off a piece, raising it to your lips and you smile and let him feed you, feeling your face heat even more.

“Pink is better” you say just as he says “Blue is better” making you laugh and making Yui give you a smile before she quietly left you guys to figure it out.

“I don’t think you had enough pink” you say and he shakes his head “I think your taste buds are broken” you gasp “hey!” You say and playfully slap his shoulder. He smirks and you watch as he places a vibrantly blue piece of cotton candy into his mouth.

“Try some more pink” you say and hold your bag out to him, finally beginning to realize that the colors aren’t just random.

He takes a piece of your candy and you withhold a gasp from the way it changed from normal pink to vibrantly pink.

“Okay okay” he says after a few more bites and then comparing them side by side “I think you’re right. Pink is better”

He looks up to you, finding you wide eyed and staring quietly at his hands “are you okay?” He asks and you shake off your shocked feelings. Warmth and excitement taking their place in your heart.

“So since I won that means you need to do something for me, right?” You ask and he nods

“What can I do for you, malady?” He asks and you chuckle at his goofy ways.

“Maybe you could give me back my scarf” you say softly and he gasps “you figured it out” he said and you nod with a laugh

“It took me almost all day but I finally realized”

“That we’re soulmates” he finishes for you with a dopey grin and you nod “yeah. That were soulmates”

You don’t know when all your friends abandoned you but you weren’t really worried. You take your backpack off one shoulder and open it, storing your leftover candy as well as his.

“So. What now?” You ask with a laugh and he shrugs “I. I don’t know. I didn’t think past this.”

“How about..”

You reach up and take a hold of the scarf, he assumes to take it off him but he gasps when you pull him down to your level with it “how about this?” You suggest and bring your lips an inch away from his

“Yes. Yes I like this” he says and cups your cheeks as he connects your lips together.

The moment his lips touched yours it was like the sky exploded. Your body tingled and you saw vibrant colors behind your eyelids as he kisses you, quick peppering of pecks across your lips to make you chuckle before you wrap your arms around his neck and melt into him. Your tongues and lips moving together as the rest of the world melts away.

“Okay.. gross” a small child said in passing and you break apart to start laughing with him. “It wasn’t gross” he says with a hurt expression but you just guide him back down to give him one last peck. “Come on, soulmate. Let’s go meet back up with our friends so we don’t miss out on the dragon ride”

“So you should have my vb keychain and my hoodie as well” he says and you nod “and you should have my daisy earrings and my shoe” he nods “amazing” he says softly and you return his smile. “I’m glad it’s you” he says and you raise your eyebrows “really? You’re not sad it’s not Kiyoko?” You look down and he reaches out to tilt your face back up to look at him “I’m so glad it’s you. Kiyoko was a crush. But you, everything is so much brighter now. I feel like my world has changed”

You spot Noya first and he runs up to Tanaka “so?” He asks and you laugh “did you know?” You ask and he nods “the water bottle” he says and you laugh, forgetting all about that.

You spent the rest of the day holding his hand and flirting, watching as colors of things changed when he touched them and experimenting with it. You rode the crazy rides one last time as you held his hand as he sat next to you. When it came time to leave, him and noya ask to ride back with you guys and you can’t hide your excitement.

Noya takes the passenger seat while Yui drives and you sit in the back with Tanaka. Within ten minutes you’re both passed out and cuddled into each other and Yui can’t help but smile. She couldn’t wait to find her soulmate and couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy she felt that you found yours first.

[thechangeling]

Out of our heads Out of our minds

So evil writer brain decided to cook up and incredibly toxic kitty fic because apparently I'm a terrible person lol. Blame @ilikebooks8 for letting this see the light of day.

The title is based on the song Out of this world by Bush.

Cw: slightly nsfw, violence, cheating, incredibly toxic behavior, beloved characters making bad choices, and implied sex.

Kit returns.

He returns to Ty with the same dazzling smile and charming witt, only now he seems to have grown even more impossibly beautiful as time has passed.

Now he's all hard lines and defined muscles and piercing sinful blue eyes that make Ty so angry he could scream.

Kit laughs and Ty wants to tear his insides out. Wants to rip Kit's heart right out if his chest just like he did to Ty. The painful gnawing rage of a betrayal that still stings after all this time. And yet still, Ty heard Kit was in danger and he came running like a man obsessed.

Ty knows deep down now matter how angry he is, he could never let anything happen to Kit. Nothing permanent anyways. Sometimes when the ache becomes to difficult to bare, Ty imagines punching that stupid smirk right off of his face. Or choking him hard enough to leave bruises. Of course Ty would never actually do such a thing. The sight of Kit in pain, any sort of pain is just too unbearable.

And that's the worst part. No matter how angry Ty gets he knows it can't last. And no matter how painful it is to be near Kit again, he still feels this unexplainable pull. This whispering in his ear to get closer and closer. To reach out and touch.

But it's stupid, and it's wrong anyways because Ty already has someone. Anush who was by his side the whole time at the scholomance and has never betrayed him. Anush who is sweet and thoughtful and gorgeous. Ty should be happy. After all, wasn't this what he always wanted? Someone to be there for him?

So he tried to distract himself from Kit by throwing himself into spending time with Anush and working the case. That's all Kit was now, just the latest problem to solve. A supernatural disaster. They would save him and stop the oncoming war and everything would be fine.

And then Kit would be gone. Blind panic teared at Ty's insides at the thought. There were these moments with Kit where they would make eye contact, or they would bump into each other in the kitchen and their fingers would brush and Ty would just desperately want to wrap Kit in his arms again.

He wanted to ask if Kit had really meant what he said that day on the beach. Sometimes when Kit stared at him with that soft sad smile on his face Ty wondered if they were going through similar things. Sometimes Ty wanted to tell him that he wished he had never met Kit either.

Kit Herondale was dangerous and unpredictable and loving him was like holding a live wire. But funnily enough the same could probably be said about Ty. Especially lately.

He felt like he was constantly in pain. Like his body ached with invisible wounds that made it impossible to breathe. The world was brutal and unforgiving, berating him with constant noise and blinding lights jabbing hot pokers into his brain. And the people with their sickly sweet smiles as they demanded he bare his soul.

But what if there was nothing left anymore? What if his soul had died with Livvy? Ty tried to cling onto the things that made him feel better. He hid away in his favorite spot, listening to his favorite music and pouring over Sherlock. Repeating the words to himself over and over again like they could pull him out of this tailspin. Ty distracted himself with Anush's sweet kisses and wandering hands as he tried to turn his brain off for once in his life.

But his soul was screaming out for another person to be the one touching him. He wanted Kit and that was infuriating. It made no logical sense. Not only was Kit responsible for breaking his heart but he also was notorious for playing fast and loose with his own life. Ty couldn't spend all his time constantly feeling like his heart was living outside of his body. Constantly in danger of being ripped open by some dark and evil thing.

Ty had everything he thought he wanted. But it still wasnt enough.

During another sleepless night, Ty found himself wandering the institutes halls. At this point he was simply just overtired. Too many nights spent worrying or studying or reading instead of sleeping. Now his body doesn't remember how to rest. Ty was far too exhausted to operate on logic or reason so he found himself standing outside of Kit's door, wondering absentmindedly how he got there.

Ty placed his hand against the door, fighting the urge to open it and walk through. He can remember the first time he waited outside of Kit's door, just like it was yesterday. He had no idea at the time why he was so drawn to the mysterious boy who had shown up at the institute after Ty had threatened him with a knife. The boy who turned out to be a lost Herondale. And honestly after all of this time Ty still couldn't explain it.

This is a bad idea, He thought to himself as he slowly turned the doorknob. This is a terrible idea. Ty, driven by pure need like fire under his skin, pushed the door open.

Kit was awake as Ty suspected he would be, sitting by the window and staring out into the night sky. Under the moonlight he was glowing. He turned around to stare at Ty, first with a look of shock, and then that same hallow desperation Ty had been seeing on Kit's face lately.

He also looked angry.

"What the hell are you doing in here Ty?" He sounded exhausted. Ty almost felt guilty in a sense. He stared at Kit for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"I don't know," he whispered, staring at the ground. "I suppose I was compelled." Ty let his gaze slowly rise up Kit's body, drinking it in.

Kit scoffed harshly. "Compelled? By what exactly, Tiberius?"

Ty looked up at Kit's face in surprise. He rarely called Ty by his full name. Ty really didn't like how it felt. Cold and distant. Ty sighed, pushing his fingertips against his collarbone and tracing it slightly.

"I don't know. I guess I just needed to know. I need to know why you left me." Ty tried not to let himself sound desperate or weak, but he had become worn down by this point. He couldn't keep up his defenses much longer.

"Why didn't you want me?" He muttered. "Why wasn't I good enough?"

And there it was. The painful truth that Ty had been avoiding. The fact that Kit had tossed him aside just like so many had before. Like Paige. Like his father. He had always tried so hard to make people happy. To live up to their expectations. But in the end it didn't matter how hard he tried, sometimes there was just no pleasing certain people.

Sometimes it seemed like there was no point in being good and following the rules if nothing ever changed. If Ty always ended up in the same place. If people always saw him as a problem or an inconvenience or worse, then he could just live up to their expectations. Be selfish and cold and cruel because no amount of begging and smiling was going to earn him respect.

Kit glared at him in shock. "Who the hell do you think you are? Coming in here to play mind games with me?" Before Ty could register what was happening, Kit was storming towards him and shoving him up against the wall with a loud thunk.

The feeling of Kit touching him again after all this time was dizzying. Kit was shorter then him so he needed to crane his neck a little to look up at Ty, which meant that his throat was completely exposed for Ty to stare at.

"I told you how I felt and you did nothing! You ignored me!" Kit cried. "I wanted you more then I've ever wanted anything Ty! I still do!" Tears were streaming down his face. Ty stared at Kit, completely frozen. His wrists were pinned to the wall by Kit's hands and their faces were inches apart.

Ty struggled to collect himself. "I didn't know what was going on," he gasped out shakily. "I was a mess Kit. I just had to get her back. But-." He cut himself off. It was all for nothing. Ty had lost Livvy in the end and he had lost Kit as well.

Ty shook his head. "Does this mean that you love me?" His voice sounded so far away. Like the words were being pulled from some unexpected place within him. Kit let out a soft gasp and squeezed his eyes shut before fixing his expression into a blank slate. He leaned forward slightly so that their lips were just barely touching, then gently trailed his mouth across Ty's cheek to his ear.

Ty felt him smirk slightly before Kit whispered in his ear. "Go to sleep Ty. Go back to your boyfriend."

And before Ty had time to think, he was lashing out. He shoved Kit backwards as hard as he could with a snarl. Kit went flying across the room and slammed into the opposite wall. If Kit had been human it probably would have knocked him out. Ty stared in horror at what he had done as Kit clutched his ribs and groaned.

"You seriously have some anger management issues!" Kit snapped at him, glaring pointedly. Ty knew that. When he was younger he used to have fits of uncontrollable rage all the time. Words didnt come easily to him so he would hit, scratch, bite or throw whatever was closest to make people realize he was in pain. When he wanted to say "don't touch me" or "you hurt my feelings" but he just could make the words form properly, he would get angry. And then he would lash out.

Ty thought he had been getting better at managing his emotions and communicating. But there was something about Kit Herondale that just evaporated every last bit of logic and reason he had until all that was left was the urge to scream.

Ty gaped in shock, searching for the right thing to say. "By the angel Kit, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that I swear!" He pleaded. His fingers were beginning to shake and flutter at his sides. He tapped desperately against his thigh, scratching at the material of his sweatpants to try and calm himself down.

Kit just shook his head and laughed humourlessly. "Honestly Ty, we should just tell the Seelie Queen not to worry. And Janus, and all the other people who want the first heir dead. You'll destroy me just fine on your own." He gaze was piercing and ruthless.

Ty's breathing was frantic and erratic as he shook in agony. He could feel he was on the urge of a meltdown.

Kit pulled himself to his feet. He stared at Ty longingly and then smiled slightly. A genuine smile. "But honestly what a way to go. Does that answer your question sweetheart?"

Ty gasped soundlessly, his hands shaking at his sides. He fought to get a hold of himself. Kit studied Ty for a moment, then slowly began to approach him.

"Why are you here Ty? Why did you come here exactly?" Kit was speaking in a soft lulling voice as if he was trying to hypnotize Ty.

"I'm here because I miss you," Ty admitted. "It's confusing. Because I'm still mad at you. But I can't stop thinking about you." Ty felt as though he was close to crying, which was concerning because he rarely ever cried.

Only for Kit.

Kit scowled at him slightly. "You're with someone else, remember?"

Guilt instantly pierced through Ty's chest. "Yeah I know, I'm a terrible person," he said bitterly. He didn't want to admit to himself that he had been trying this whole time to distract himself from Kit. That he was using Anush. But that was technically true. Ty saw the opportunity to lose himself in a pretty boy with an honest smile who loved him wholeheartedly.

Ty thought he could forget but then here he was. All roads led to Kit Herondale.

Kit sighed and reached for Ty, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. "You arent terrible. You're spiraling. And you come to me like I can save you from yourself? Please," Kit chuckled. "I can barely save myself."

"I don't need you to save me."

Kit stared at him with an expression that was hard to place. Then he smiled, but it wasnt a kind smile. It was a satisfied, knowing smirk. Kit traced his thumb under Ty's chin then back up to his lips, forcing them to part slightly.

"You think I don't know why you're here love?" He cooed in a voice that was both soothing and alluring. You think I don't know what you're after?" Kit sighed, sounding a little worn down. "If I was a better person, a stronger person. I would tell you to leave." He dipped his hands down underneath Ty's shirt.

Ty shivered at the cold feeling against his skin. He dropped his forhead down to lean against Kit's, revealing in the contact. "Lucky for you," Kit whispered against his lips, "I'm not."

Ty felt the last string of his self control snap as he kissed Kit roughly, grabbing onto his torso and pulling him closer. Kit responded to the kiss eagerly, parting his lips for Ty and laughing deliriously as their lips met again and again.

Kit was tearing off Ty's shirt as he walked him backwards, closer to the bed. As soon as he had slid it off if Ty's body, Kit tossed the shirt aside and went back to kissing him. Ty felt his knees hit the bed frame and he fell backwards onto the soft welcoming mattress, pulling Kit down with him.

Kit kissed a line down Ty's neck to his pulse point and Ty groaned, burying his fingers in Kit's curls. He was lost in a sea of pure desperation.

"Tell me to stop," Kit whispered between kisses. Ty froze for a moment. Then he understood.

Kit was giving him an out.

Ty responded by pulling Kit even closer and letting his head fall back against the pillows.

He closed his eyes and let Kit Herondale ruin him.

The morning after was the hardest. Ty pulled himself from Kit's arms and forced himself not to look back.

And that was when he finally cried.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

WHAT THE HELL FAE! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS OMG 😭

[queenofspades20]

Every Time You Leave

Synopsis: Steve Rogers and Reader are engaged. Steve has been on a longer mission and Reader misses him.

So, been thinking about writing this for awhile. This was inspired by Every Time You Leave by I Prevail. I just love this song. This was supposed to be something short and ended up as over 3k words (whoops). This is not suitable for those under 18. This is my first time writing smut, so sorry for any awkwardness. Did not originally intend on writing smut, but it just kinda happened.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, cursing

Word count: 3.2k

This is the song: https://youtu.be/5KDR0M-Edrg

Y/n and Steve were sitting on the couch together, watching a movie. They were at their home about 15 minutes from the compound. They had moved there a few months ago after Steve proposed. Steve wanted them to have their own space. Y/n was cuddled up to Steve, his arm around her shoulders. They had a blanket draped over their laps. Steve had just gotten back from a 3 week mission a few hours ago. Y/n had missed her fiancé fiercely. She couldn’t stop looking up at his face, still not believing he was finally home.

Steve had a soft smile. “You’re staring, Sweetheart.”

“Can’t help it. Missed you so much. I always feel like a piece of me is missing while you’re gone on missions.” Y/n felt tears burning in her eyes. She placed her head in the crook of his neck and hugged him tight.

Steve felt his heart break. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

Y/n quickly looked up, sensing his distress. “I don’t say it to make you feel bad. I know it’s your job and I am so proud of all the good you do. And, as long as you love what you do and it makes you happy, I support you 100 percent.”

Steve placed a kiss on Y/n’s forehead. “I know. And I want you to talk to me when you’re feeling like this. I just want to know how I got so lucky as to have such a wonderful woman like you.”

Y/n snorted. “I think I’m the lucky one here. As that guy at the Apple store said,” Y/n leaned back to gesture at Steve. “Specimen.”

Steve started uncontrollably laughing. “I wish I never told you that story. That was so awkard.”

Y/n’s eyes sparkled at Steve’s laughter. “Seriously, Steve, you are kind, smart, funny, and just all around wonderful. Part of me wishes to go back to the 40s to slap some sense into those girls for never giving you a chance. But, their loss, my gain.”

“You’re just saying that because you love me. I wasn’t much to look at before the serum.”

“Uh, Steve, I saw pictures. You were gorgeous. Your smile and eyes are my favorite features of yours. Those girls were too stupid to see the amazing guy you are.”

Steve felt his cheeks heat up. “Yup, I’m the lucky one, Doll.” He quickly pulled her close and started placing numerous kisses all over her face. Y/n squealed and squirmed.

“Steve!” Y/n yelled, laughing.

The blanket fell to the floor as Steve maneuvered them to laying down on the couch, with Steve hovering over Y/n. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head. He looked down at her with a smile. Y/n moved her leg so it was hitched onto Steve’s hip.

“Kiss me,” Y/n said with love in her eyes. She was smiling softly.

“With pleasure.” Steve leaned down and touched his lips to Y/n’s, softly at first. The kiss quickly became heated, Steve still holding her hands above her head with one hand. He moved his other hand along her body. Y/n let out a little moan and ground her hips against his.

Steve gripped Y/n’s hip and let more of his weight fall onto her. He broke the kiss and started kissing down her neck. When he found her sweet spot, Y/n started to let out a loud moan. She quickly bit her lip to keep the noise down. Steve moved his hand to cup her jaw, his thumb pulling her lip from her teeth. He looked deep in her eyes, his desire darkening his eyes.

“I want to hear those moans, Baby girl. Don’t hold back.” He quickly went back to her sweet spot, determined to make her come undone. His hand made its way down Y/n’s body and moved to her ass. Steve ground his hips into Y/n’s, nipping just under her jaw.

“Fuck, Steve.” Y/n moaned. “I need to touch you.” She tried pulling her hands from Steve’s steel grip, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Not yet, Baby. I wanna make you feel good,” Steve asked, his lips next Y/n’s ear. His hand moved to the front of her shorts and slipped in, reaching down into her panties. His finger slipped into her folds, feeling her wetness. Steve groaned. “Already so wet for me.” His pointer finger teased her clit, sending electricity through her body.

“Steve!” Y/n panted. Her hips bucked up into his hand. “More, please!”

Steve slid his finger into her heat. His palm rubbed against her clit. “More? How many fingers can you take?” Steve asked as he slid another finger in.

“Oh fuck, Steve!”

“So tight around my fingers.” Steve started to pump his fingers in and out. Y/n’s hips moving with his hand.

“Steve please! I need you.” Y/n begged. Steve’s scent filled her senses. He kissed her while rubbing against her G-spot. “Please! I can’t wait for you.”

Steve let go of her hands, reaching down to take off her shorts. Y/n immediately put her hands in his hair, pulling him close for a desperate kiss. One of her hands reached down and undid his pants, reaching in to pull his cock out. She ran her thumb over his tip, spreading the precum that had dribbled out. Steve ripped her shorts and panties off quickly. Y/n gasped at the action.

“Steve! I liked those shorts!”

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He hitched her leg over his hip and guided his cock to her slick heat. His cock nudged against her clit. They both moaned at the feeling. With one quick thrust, Steve sheathed himself into Y/n.

Y/n’s back arched into him, her fingers clawing down his back. “Oh my God, Steve!”

Steve stayed still for a few moments, letting Y/n get used to him. She clenched her walls to let him know he could move. Steve started a slow pace, quickly gaining speed.

“Harder, Steve! Please!”

Steve started thrusting harder at her pleas. “Like that, Baby?”

“Oh God, Steve! Just like that!” Y/n threw her head back in pleasure. She moved her hips to take him deeper. “You feel so good!” she moaned out.

“Am I filling you up, Baby? You missed my cock?”

“Yes!” Y/n could feel tears filling her eyes, overwhelmed by how good Steve felt in her.

“Fuck, Y/n. I’m not gonna last long. You feel too good.” Steve reached down and harshly rubbed circled on her clit to bring her to her high. His pace stuttered slightly, signaling how close he was.

Y/n could feel the pressure building. “I’m not gonna last much longer either, Baby.”

With three more thrusts, they came together, Steve’s cock shooting hot spurts of his seed deep inside Y/n’s womb. Y/n could feel him twitching inside her. Steve crashed his lips to Y/n’s, his tongue immediately entering her mouth. He slowed his hips down to draw out the pleasure. They broke the kiss, looking into each other eyes.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Steve. I feel bad for asking this, but maybe no more missions for maybe a month? As much as I enjoy our reunion sex, I would like to have more time with you, especially since we’re supposed to be planning a wedding.” Y/n felt shy in asking.

Steve felt guilt settle in his stomach. “I’m sorry, Darling. I know I’ve been called away a lot lately. I’ll make the request first thing tomorrow.”

“I don’t want you to get into trouble and I know you’re valued. I just, I’ve missed you so much.”

“I won’t get in trouble. This last mission was pretty hard on me. I think with how hard I’ve been working, I deserve some time to spend with my amazing fiancée.”

Y/n threw her arms around his shoulders, her face in his neck. “Thank you, Steve. As long as it won’t be a problem.”

“Of course it won’t. They’ll understand. Now, let’s head to bed, shall we? I think I need a few more rounds of reunion sex.” Steve nipped just below Y/n’s jaw.

“You read my mind.”

Steve pulled out of Y/n and stood up. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to bed, where he made up for his absence several more times.

The next morning Steve walked into the compound, looking for Tony. He had a speech ready to explain why he was taking time off. He had figured since everyone knew he and Y/n were getting married, taking some time to just stick with training and not going on missions for awhile would not cause any problems.

As he walked into Tony’s lab, Tony looked up from where he was sitting. “Hey Capsicle. I hope you brought your suit, we leave for a mission in 4 hours.”

“What are you talking about, Tony? I just got back yesterday. I can’t go on another mission right now.”

“Sorry, Fury’s orders. Last minute thing. We’re all ordered to go.” Tony paused, seeing the distress on Steve’s face. “I know you just got back. If it makes you feel better, this mission is only supposed to be a few days.”

“No, it doesn’t make me feel better. When was anyone going to tell me about this mission? Am I really needed?”

“Unfortunately yes. And Fury told us about it last night, but we knew you were home with Y/n and didn’t want to disturb you. Give you at least one night uninterrupted.” Tony approached with a manila folder. “Here’s the mission brief.”

Steve wiped his hand down his face and took the folder. “How am I supposed to do this to Y/n? I promised her I would take a break.” He flipped through the pages in his hand, seeing that he was, in fact, needed for this mission.

Tony looked at his friend. While he normally would make a sarcastic comment, he didn’t feel like kicking Steve while he was already down. “We’ll try to keep the mission as short as possible. I suggest you run home to get your suit and break the news to Y/n.”

“After this mission, I’m done. No more missions.”

Steve felt his stomach drop. He couldn’t get Y/n’s face from last night out of his head. He knew she wasn’t going to be happy. Steve made his way home. As he walked up to the front door of his and Y/n’s home, Steve felt nothing but dread. He didn’t want to disappoint her. Steve opened the door, hearing Y/n in the kitchen.

“Steve? Is that you?”

“Hey, Baby.” Steve walked to the kitchen. Y/n was placing a tray of cookies on the counter.

“You were gone less than an hour. Did you decide to take the day off altogether?”

“I, um. I don’t know how to tell you this, Baby.” Steve couldn’t look Y/n in the eyes. He felt so horrible.

“What is it?” Y/n looked at Steve with concern. She moved near him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I leave for a mission in a few hours. I walked in to tell them I was taking time for us and got handed the brief. I have to go.” Steve felt miserable.

Y/n blinked away tears. Trying to keep her composure, she looked at Steve’s face. She could see how upset he was. “Oh.” Y/n tried not to sound too disappointed. She didn’t want to make this harder for Steve than it already was.

Steve felt his heart break. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. “I’m so sorry. I know we had that talk last night and I’m already disappointing you. I’m so sorry.”

Y/n could feel Steve’s tears drop onto her head. She hugged him back. “It’s the life of a superhero. Sometimes your life isn’t your own and you have to save people.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.” Y/n lifted her head. Steve still couldn’t look at her, so she put her hands on his cheeks and moved his head so she could look into his eyes. “I can’t say I’m happy you’re leaving so soon after just getting back, but I know it’s part of your job. I know you don’t want to go.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Steve, it’s not about deserving. I love you. And like I said last night, I support you. How long will you be gone for this one?”

“Tony said a few days. We’ll try to get it done faster.”

“Well, as much as I want you back with me sooner rather than later, please be safe. Don’t be reckless because you want to come home. As hard as it is when you’re away, I don’t know if I could handle it if you never came back. I’d lose a piece of me that I could never get back.”

Steve smiled softly. “I’ll always come home to you, Doll.” He kissed her softly. “I gotta get my stuff,” he said sadly.

They let go of each other. Steve went into their room to pack his bag and suit up. Y/n turned to the cookies she had made as a surprise for Steve that night and put some in a container. As she was finishing up in the kitchen, Steve appeared in the doorway. Y/n stared at him, trying not to cry. She made her way over to him and pulled him into a hug. Steve buried his face into Y/n’s neck.

“Promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I promise.”

“Just a few days?”

“If not sooner. I’m so sorry.”

“Steven Grant Rogers, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Y/n said as she looked into his eyes. “You have a job, a very difficult job. All I want is for you to be safe and to come home to me.”

“I will.” Steve pulled her in for a dramatic kiss, a tradition they started after Y/n had commented that she loved the idea of a big Hollywood-style kiss. Steve started doing a dramatic kiss when he left and when he came home. As always, when he pulled away, Y/n had a big smile on her face.

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Steve left and made his way to the compound. He boarded the quinjet with his teammates.

 Two weeks later, Steve still had not come home. Y/n was worried. Since the whole team was on the mission, she had no one to call for news. And Steve also didn’t have access to his phone, per usual.

“A few days my ass. I swear, I’m going to punch those assholes for lying.” Y/n had taken to pacing in the living room. Even though she had work to keep her busy during the days, at nights, she couldn’t help her thoughts running wild. She had no idea if Steve or the team were okay.

Though she had been okay for the first few days Steve was gone, the longer it went without word from him, the harder it was to sleep or even eat. Y/n knew she had probably lost a couple of pounds. She would eat what she could but just couldn’t eat a full meal. Her stomach was in knots with stress. Looking at the clock, Y/n saw it was late. She decided to just go lay down, even if she couldn’t sleep. Y/n grabbed one of Steve’s shirts to sleep in and crawled into bed. She pulled Steve’s pillow closer to her body and spritzed some of Steve’s cologne on the pillow. It helped having his scent near her, even if it wasn’t anywhere near as good as the real thing. Y/n felt the tears come, as they did every night. She was so caught up in her crying, that she failed to hear the front door open.

Steve was exhausted and pissed. He couldn’t believe that the mission took so long. Luckily, the mission was successful and the worst injuries were some cuts and bruises. But all he could think about was getting home to Y/n. He had already spoken with Fury and Tony, who agreed to give him two months of guaranteed no missions, so he could spend quality time with Y/n. When he walked into their home, he could hear Y/n crying in their bedroom. Steve never felt so horrible as he did in that moment. He set his gear down and started stripping off his tac suit as he made his way to the bedroom. He was so determined to get home to Y/n, that he didn’t shower or change. He walked over to the bed and sat down, startling Y/n.

“Steve!” Y/n sat up and moved to pull him into a hug. “What the hell?”

Steve held her tight, moving her body to straddle his, so he could hold her as close as possible. He could feel her tears on his chest. “The mission went sideways. Our intel wasn’t good. We got what we needed done, but we had to get the proper intel first before we could move in. I’m so sorry. We couldn’t get word out.”

“Were you injured? Was anyone injured?”

“Just a few cuts and bruises, but nothing serious.”

Y/n cuddled as close to Steve as she could. After a few moments, “Steve?” Y/n sounded hesitant.

“Yes, Darling?”

“I, um. I was wondering, did you, um, did you ask to get some time without missions?”

Steve pulled back slightly and smiled at her. “I have a guarantee of at least two months without missions. They will have to do it without me. And I’m taking the next week off so we have time together. No work. Even if you can’t get that time off, I’ll be here, waiting for you every evening.”

Y/n smiled and leaned in for a kiss. “Good. I can at least take tomorrow off. I’m sure we both need some rest. I couldn’t really sleep without you here.”

Steve’s face fell, which Y/n rushed to assure him not to feel guilty. “Baby, don’t feel guilty. You couldn’t help what happened with the mission.”

“Still…”

“No, Steve. I’m just happy you’re home. That’s all I really wanted. What do you say we take a nice hot bath, cause, Sweetheart, you kinda smell.”

Steve looked a little sheepish. “I just wanted to get home to you. I didn’t shower.”

Y/n laughed. “I kind of guessed, as you’re still wearing your tac pants. So, what do you say? Bath?”

Steve just stood up, supporting Y/n in his arms. He carried her over to the bathroom. He set her on the counter and turned to start the bath. Y/n reached around his waist and undid his pants, helping him out of them while the tub filled with steaming water. Y/n grabbed the lavender bath bomb from the jar she had on the counter and dropped it in. Steve then helped her out of her clothes. Once the tub was filled, Steve stepped in and sat down. Y/n stepped in and settled with her back against Steve’s chest. Steve’s arms came around her and held her close.

“I missed you, Y/n.” Steve placed a kiss on Y/n’s temple.

“I missed you too, Steve.” Y/n leaned her head and kissed Steve’s jaw. “My missing piece is home.”

[inkedstarlight]

Nesta and Cassian are at war. They won't admit they like each other, and are playing a game to see who can get the other more worked up and sexually frustrated and eventually break. Nesta wins by flashing Cassian

This was WAY longer than I intended it to be, I got carried away. Who doesn’t when it comes to Nessian?  I hope you enjoy this! I also posted it on AO3 here.

It began two weeks ago.

They were at Rita’s. The night was young, and the alcohol was flowing. Nesta had been looking forward to going out; she’d spent endless hours editing books throughout the past week. She desperately needed a break, and it couldn’t have come at a better time.

Most of her friend group went out that night, sans Feyre and Rhysand. They took ‘PDA’ to a whole other level. A level that Nesta did not enjoy watching.

She’d been doing shots with Amren when her favorite song began to play over the speakers. Nesta gave her best friend a knowing look.

It’s dance time, bitch, Nesta communicated silently to Amren.

And just like that, the two girls were rushing to the dance floor, stilettos tapping on the wooden floor.

Amren resembled a siren in a deep blue dress that clung to her long legs, the neckline plunging to reveal her impressive assets. Strands of silky black hair framed her dark face, and her plump lips were tilted into a perpetual smirk. Next to her, Nesta was clad in red satin. The dress flowed to her ankles, a long slit revealing the entirety of her bare leg, teasing what lay beneath. Both women were forces to be reckoned with, unrelenting and strong. But together? They could dominate the goddamn world.

Amren had crooked a finger toward Nesta to usher her closer. Nesta happily obliged, a laugh bubbling in her throat as she drunkenly placed her midnight acrylic nails on Amren’s waist. When the chorus played, Nesta and Amren started moving. Their hips swayed in a tantalizing dance, teasing any man or woman who dared to watch them. This was a typical night for Amren. But Nesta? She had never danced like this before, at least not in public.

Then again, she’d never been this drunk in public.

Thank you, Svedka.

A laugh escaped her as Amren twerked right in front of Nesta. Amren was infamous for her dance moves, especially the ‘booty clap.’ Nesta remembered when Elain finally convinced Amren to teach her. They had all laughed at her. So it came as a bit of surprise when Elain nailed it on the first try, her ass shaking more than Amren’s did. Azriel’s face was priceless; he didn’t think anyone noticed, but Nesta saw everything. Including the telling look in his eyes.

He’s been on her radar since.

Inhibitions thrown out the window, Nesta joined Amren, the pair giggling uncontrollably as they bumped into others on the dance floor. It was packed with people. Nesta’s skin sheened with sweat, her golden hair sticking to the back of her neck.

At that moment, Nesta had felt a pair of eyes roving up and down her body. She didn’t even need to look to see who it was.

Cassian and her had become friends. He was the only person (besides Amren) who she hung out with individually. Those instances were few and far between, though. Cassian worked when Nesta was off. Nesta worked when Cassian was off. She couldn’t remember the last time it had been just them.

After Nesta had broken up with Tomas just a few months ago, things between her and Cassian were… taut. He’d never been a fan of her ex-boyfriend, especially when Tomas had told her she could no longer talk to Cassian. It ended pretty quickly after that.

Nesta was always aware of the touch of his gaze on her. She sensed it, whether they were at the bar, drinking wine, playing games, or eating dinner. It had become difficult to control the urge to stare right back at him. Not only because he was a sight for sore eyes but also, she loved the way his expression changed when he gazed at her.

Nesta finally looked up to find Cassian watching from the bar, nostrils flared. Undressing her with his eyes.

Jesus fucking Christ, Nesta thought to herself, nearly fanning her face to compensate for the heat that was rushing to her core. He didn't need to know that though.

Nesta simply blew a kiss at him and continued dancing. Now that she knew what was on Cassian’s mind, Nesta faced away from where he stood and began grinding against Amren, who encouraged her with catcalls.

Take that.

Gods, she sounded like a child. Someone needed to stop her.

Just moments later, he approached them. Amren spotted him first, smirking as she took a step away and said, “I’m going to get another drink.”

Before Nesta could ask for another gin and tonic, a strong, familiar hand grabbed Nesta’s arm, and she whipped around to find herself face-to-face with Cassian. Why wasn’t she surprised?

Nesta’s cheeks were flushed as she looked up at the towering man with bright eyes. The smirk on her lips was a challenge in and of itself.

“My turn,” Cassian rumbled.

Nesta didn’t argue as she was pulled against his hard body. She clasped her hands on the back of his neck, his hands reaching to grip her lower back. She inhaled his intoxicating scent. She didn’t get the chance to do so often. It was like she was getting drunk on an otherworldly drug. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

Neither of them said a word.

Cassian looked down at her, heat flaring in his eyes. Then, he twisted her in his arms until her back was flush against his broad chest. She nearly melted against his warmth. It was like he’d put her under a spell.

A new song started to play. It was seductive, slow, and wicked. The bass reverberated through Nesta’s chest, amplifying the beating of her heart. Cassian slowly ran his hands down her sides, his face burying into her exposed neck. Nesta gasped when she felt his teeth gently sink down on her skin. Goosebumps formed on her arms.

She heard him chuckle into her skin. Laughing at her. At the reaction he so easily got out of her.

Fine, she thought to herself smugly. Two can play this game.

Nesta pulled even closer as she began grinding her ass against his growing hardness. She drifted down his body as she sunk to the floor seductively, slowly bending up to rub her ass in circles against him. She pulled his hands into her own, guiding them down her waist, past her hips, to the large slit that barely covered her leg. Cassian circled his thumb over her upper thigh.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he whispered into her hair.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for months,” Nesta said before she could think.

He turned her around in his arms.

“Is that so?” he murmured, a cocky grin on his face.

Shit. Nesta groaned inwardly as she unintentionally inflated his enormous ego.

“Maybe when we first met. But then you opened your rutting mouth, and any desire quickly vanished.”

He growled. “You’re not a very good liar.”

“Who says I’m lying?” she further goaded him. Their chests were pressed against each other, both of them breathing heavily from the tension. Nesta couldn’t pull away even if she wanted to.

“You want this,” Cassian stated. It wasn’t a question.

“I bet you want it more.” Nesta couldn’t help the words leave her lips. She was a competitive person at nature, but Cassian? There wasn’t a word for how far Cassian would go to win a fucking game of ping pong.

“Hardly, sweetheart,” he murmured, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. He was confident.

“Please,” Nesta rolled her eyes, slapping his hand from her face. “I could go my entire life without laying a hand on you.”

He snorted with amusement. “I doubt it.”

Nesta tilted her head up to look him directly in the eye. “Try me.”

“It’s on.”

Nesta knew it was a mistake to say it. She knew he would accept it as a challenge.

And thus began a war between two impossibly competitive, horny friends.

What could possibly go wrong?

A lot. A lot can go fucking wrong.

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Nesta learned this the next day.

Nesta was roommates with Amren and Elain. Feyre and Rhysand lived next to them, with Azriel and Cassian living across from them. Mor was the only one smart enough to find another apartment complex nearby where she lived with her girlfriend.

Nearly all of them resided in the same apartment, something Amren and Nesta found insufferable. Some days, Nesta seriously questioned the logic of that decision.

Today was one of those days.

She had just returned from work. It was about seven o’ clock in the evening, the sun setting in the clear sky. The apartment was quiet with Amren still at her job and Elain studying in her room. Nesta let out a deep breath, exhaling all the stress she had been carrying.

Just as Nesta was about to get in her pajamas and make pancakes for dinner, someone knocked.

Are you kidding me?

Nesta groaned, her slippers tapping on the floor as she went to greet the person who so rudely interrupted. Nesta threw her hands up in the air when she saw Cassian in her goddamn doorway.

“What do you want?” she asked with a frustrated moan.

I mean, really. Who the fuck lives next to all their closest friends?

In all honesty, Nesta had forgotten about their conversation last night. Perhaps it would be considered a debate. Either way, she had been too hungover this morning to even process what had happened.

But now, with Cassian standing in her doorway, she remembered.

Nesta didn’t bother to invite him inside as she returned to the kitchen.

“It’s good to see you too, Nesta.” Amusement laced his voice, trailing behind her until he reached the kitchen island. Nesta watched as he leaned back on the counter with ease. He shot her a casual grin. As if he was welcome in her apartment.

Asshole.

“Seriously, what do you want?” Nesta retrieved the pancake mix from the counter.

“My shower’s broken.”

“And?” She began whisking the batter, barely glancing at the man in front of her.

“I need to use yours,” he told her.

Nesta’s head snapped up. “No way. Go to Rhysand’s.”

“He and Feyre are on a date,” he said matter-of-factly. Peering into the bowl, Cassian asked, “Are you putting in chocolate chips? I love pancakes with chocolate.”

“Use your spare key,” Nesta rolled her eyes as she stated the obvious, ignoring his question.

“I lost it.” Cassian shrugged his shoulders as if to say, ‘What can you do?’

Nesta stopped whisking the batter and looked up at the arrogant bastard standing in her kitchen. She crossed her arms. “Isn't that convenient.”

“Please, Nesta. It will only take five minutes.”

Nesta checked the oven clock. If she kept arguing with him, she wouldn’t get to eat until eight. And she knew from experience that Cassian didn’t give up easy.

“Fine,” she stubbornly relented. “There are extra towels in the linen closet. Don’t use Amren’s shampoo or she’ll kill you.” She shooed him away before he could thank her.

Thirty minutes later, and Nesta was satisfied after eating a shit ton of pancakes. She didn’t bother walking to the bathroom and yelling at Cassian, who did not take five minutes. He was still in the damn shower.

Now, with a full stomach and clean dishes, Nesta headed toward her bedroom to finally change out of her work clothes. When she opened the door, she stopped dead at what lay in front of her.

Cassian was in her bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was lying against her pillows, hair still damp from the shower. A book rested in his hands.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Cassian smirked as he took in her expression.

Nesta willed herself to say something, anything. But the sight of a half-naked Cassian lying in her bed was a sight to behold. One that she wouldn’t mind capturing with her camera.

That’s when Nesta noticed what he was reading.

No, no no.

“Why the fuck are you reading my book?” Nesta fumed, beelining to the bed to snatch it from his hands.

Cassian was too quick, though. He held the book out of reach, tsking her. “But I’m just getting to the good part."

His grin was wicked as he showed off the cover of an explicitly smutty romance book. It was probably the worst book he could have chosen. It was certainly the most adult book in her collection.

“Give it to me,” Nesta gritted her teeth, blood boiling.

Cassian didn’t break eye contact when he slid the book behind his back, hands surrendering in the air. Then those words left his mouth.

“Make me.”

And that’s when Nesta tackled her half-naked friend in her bedroom.

She didn’t know whose limbs were whose as they wrestled with each other, rolling around on her queen-sized mattress, no doubt getting her comforter wet.

It was only thirty seconds into the match when Cassian had her pinned beneath him, their breath mingling with each other.

“What a compromising position you’ve gotten us into, sweetheart,” Cassian murmured quietly. His hazel eyes scanned her face as if he were trying to read her thoughts.

Nesta’s entire body was flush beneath Cassian. Her pink lips were parted as she stared up at him, golden hair fanning the pillow she laid on. She didn’t know what to say... or do. Should she throw him off her and kick him out? Or pull him down and kiss those full lips until the Earth stopped spinning beneath them?

She chose the former.

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Four days had gone by since Nesta’s last encounter with Cassian. She’d pushed him off her, grabbed her book, and told him to get the fuck out. She had been quite aggressive.

She had no idea where they stood. What were they even doing? What was this sinfully delightful game they were playing? And most importantly, was he only acting like this because of the little challenge between them? Or was it real?

Nesta didn’t have the answers to any of her questions. She did, however, know this: If Cassian asked her to go on a date tomorrow, her answer would be yes.

Gods, I’m knee-deep in shit.

Elain had been quite curious as to what exactly happened that evening in their apartment. She claimed she heard the occasional yelling, but she certainly didn’t want to risk going to Nesta’s room and witnessing something she would never be able to unsee.

Nesta’s explanation? “Cassian is infuriating and sexy as sin and I hate him.”

Technically, it's the truth.

Today was Friday, meaning it was Feyre and Rhysand’s turn to host potluck. Meaning Cassian would be there. Meaning Nesta didn’t know what the hell was going to happen tonight.

Elain, Amren, and Nesta didn’t bother knocking as they invited themselves into the apartment. At this point, they had a tradition: Elain baked dessert, Amren supplied the wine, Rhysand concocted the main dish, and Cassian made ‘second dessert.’ The latter was established when Mor ate six cupcakes during a dinner several months ago. Six cupcakes. All by herself.

Nesta couldn't help but be impressed.

Everyone had already arrived when they entered. They all greeted each other, placing dishes on the counter top. They all sat down at the dinner table when Nesta realized who was missing.

“Where’s Cassian?” Nesta blurted out before she could think twice. Amren smirked at her from across the table.

“He said he’s going to be a couple minutes late,” Feyre explained as she passed the heaving dish of mashed potatoes to Rhysand. “Something about his asshole boss.”

Everyone filled up their plates with delicious, homemade food and immediately began to dig in.

Nesta didn’t listen to their conversations, instead staring down at her phone as she waited for Cassian to arrive. She didn’t bother touching her food, at least not until he sat down with a full plate.

Ten minutes later, the door shut as a tall figure entered the dining room. Cassian bowed sarcastically as their friends applauded his late presence.

Nesta couldn’t help but notice the exhaustion that shadowed his face. Deep purple bags hung from his eyes, but he smiled nonetheless.

Then he caught sight of Nesta.

Her heart raced in anticipation, waiting for him to acknowledge her. That, or ignore her for the rest of the night.

His smile only deepened as he took her in. Her cheeks flushed with rouge, returning the gesture.

Their friends continued their conversations as Nesta watched Cassian fill his plate to the brim. He approached the table and placed his dinner right next to Nesta. Her brows furrowed.

“The empty chair is over there,” she pointed to the other end of the table. Cassian didn’t acknowledge her as he walked to the other end of the table, picked up the only empty chair, and slid it to the spot next to Nesta.

Everyone watched curiously as Cassian settled down next to her. He shot her a grin, ignoring the fact that he just made quite the effort to be next to her. And it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Hi,” he greeted her casually, voice rough from hours of working. Cassian nodded to her untouched plate. “Not hungry?”

“Not particularly,” Nesta lied, just as her stomach gurgled with noises of hunger. Cassian raised his brows.

Great.

Nesta sighed. “I was just waiting for you to get here before I started eating. But now that your grumpy ass has arrived, I'm ready to devour this meal.”

She stared down at her food, poking asparagus with her fork as she took her first bite. When she reached for her wine glass, she noticed that Cassian hadn’t moved. That he was staring directly at her.

“What?” Nesta asked confusedly. “Is there food on my face?”

Cassian simply shook his head, and Nesta looked closer to see the softness of his expression. The tenderness that lay behind his eyes.

“Nothing,” he murmured, and continued to eat dinner quietly.

Just ten minutes later, people were grabbing seconds. That's when Cassian leaned down to whisper in Nesta’s ear. “You look gorgeous tonight.”

Nesta nearly burst out laughing. She wasn’t wearing a trace of makeup, and her hair was in a haphazard ponytail. She'd finally learned to practice self-love after years of depression. She could confidently say that she wholly appreciated her body, her curves, her uneven skin tone. But to be called gorgeous when she didn't make any effort into her appearance? Men simply did not function like that.

“You’re beautiful, Nesta. When you’re wearing that red satin dress or you’re in your work clothes or in your pajamas. Even in a fucking paper bag. You’re a beautiful woman,” Cassian whispered to her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He seemed to read her mind. Nesta was at a loss for words.

Then, he added, “Also, you’re incredibly fuckable.”

Nesta’s head snapped up to see if anyone heard but no one was looking their way.

“You think I forgot about our little game?” Cassian’s hand disappeared under the tablecloth and rested on Nesta’s thigh. “You think I’d give up that easy, sweetheart?”

Nesta grabbed her wine glass, trying to conceal the shakiness of her hand. She took a large gulp. And another one.

Cassian chuckled deeply in her ear. “You like when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?”

Nesta bit her lip as Cassian’s warm hand travelled further up her thigh, the thin layer of her leggings providing little to no barrier between their skin.

“I wonder what would happen when I talked to you like this - " His hand was just an inch away from her heated core “ - and touched you like this?”

Cassian’s hand cupped her, and Nesta barely held back her moan. Elain shot her an odd look, and that’s when Nesta jumped up and pushed herself from the table.

“I, uh… “ she stuttered as all her friends looked at her confusing outburst. “I forgot that I…  need to fix my toilet. I should go work on that.”

“Can’t that wait?” Feyre asked quizzically. She gestured to the chair. “Don’t worry about that now.”

“Yeah, and I didn’t notice anything wrong with the toilet,” Elain piped up, confusion riddled on her freckled face.

Nesta froze. Gods, this was not going well.

“I used it before we left and there’s definitely something wrong… uh, Cassian?” He looked up at where she stood. “Can you help me?”

He didn’t even hesitate (Gods bless him) as he got up and strode to her side. “Yeah, that sounds serious. Wouldn’t want the bathroom to flood.”

The pair stared at each other, entirely baffled at the horrible performance that they were somehow executing.

“Cassian doesn’t even know how - “

“Okay, bye. Thanks for dinner!” Nesta said loudly, dragging Cassian behind her before Azriel could finish his sentence.

They reached the hallway and let out a deep breath. Nesta looked at Cassian. Cassian looked back at her.

And they burst out laughing.

“Your toilet? ” Cassian choked out.

“I didn’t see you coming up with anything better!”

Their laughter died down and they remained just inches away in the hallway.

Nesta didn’t even have the time to process what was happening as Cassian crossed the short distance between them and backed Nesta into the wall.

“Fuck the game,” he growled roughly.

Cassian cupped her cheeks, tilted her chin, and crushed his lips against hers. Nesta moaned in response, gripping his long black hair to tug him closer. She wanted nothing more than for him to carry her into his apartment and fuck her until she could barely move.

Nesta felt Cassian smile against her lips, and the corners of her mouth lifted up. Cassian then gripped her thighs and wrapped them around his waist with ease. Nesta pulled herself into his chest and squeezed her legs around him. He growled into her mouth. They didn’t stop kissing.

“I win,” Nesta whispered as Cassian led her to his bed.

[calumance]

We really are hoes for dad cal aren't we🥺🥺🥺

Y’all are most definitely hoes for Dad!Cal, but I am too. Here’s some more dad!cal to prove it.

           You’re not sure how it happened, but it was officially the first day of preschool for your little one. Out of you and Calum, he was the one who was the most emotional. He stayed up the entire night trying to decide which outfit was going to look the coolest for her first day. He even packed her backpack and made sure she had the perfect lunch, and the perfect snacks. When you finally got yourself out of bed, he had already gotten her up and was helping her get ready. You followed the noise into your daughter’s bedroom and peeked through the door.

           She was giggling uncontrollably as Calum brushed through her hair and sang a song to her. When he finished singing, he bent down and kissed her cheek. You leaned against the door frame and Calum reached forward and grabbed a little hair tie, pulling her hair back and putting it into two little pigtails. Calum loved doing her hair, and always tried to take the time to learn new hairstyles. He’s even gone as far as teaching the other guys how to do their daughter’s hair. He came home beaming that day, saying that he should start teaching a class. Calum kissed the top of her head and looked at her. “You’re absolutely beautiful, baby girl.” He said while smiling down at her.

           She turned towards him, her pigtails swishing in the air. Her shoulders reached towards her ears as she smiled and her cheeks turned a rosy pink. “Thank you, daddy.” She said through a quiet giggle. She jumped off the little chair she was sitting in and wrapped her arms around Calum’s legs, holding them as tightly as possible.

           Calum reached down and picked her up, placing her on his hip, then kissing her forehead. “I love you,” he said while rubbing his nose against hers. She giggled again and told him that she loved him back. “Let’s go show mama how pretty you look for your first day of school!” With that, you walked away from the door and made your way to the kitchen as quickly as possible.

           Just as you opened the fridge and began to pretend that you had been there all along, they rounded the corner into the kitchen. You closed the fridge and gasped at the first sight of your little girl smiling from ear to ear, her Olaf backpack strapped to her back already. “My goodness, aren’t you just the most beautiful little girl, ever!” You exclaimed as she blushed and twisted in shyness, holding on to the polyester pulls of her backpack straps. “Are you ready for your first day, baby?” You leaned towards her and tickled her stomach. She giggled and nodded furiously. “Okay, let’s go then.”

           Calum turned the radio up in the car and sang along as your daughter belted the lyrics in the backseat. You laughed, not because it was uncommon for Calum and her to sing together, but because it was always so cute. Calum turned down the radio as he pulled into a parking spot in front of the school. You got out of the car just as Calum did, holding onto your coffee mug. You were one hundred percent that mom that drops her baby off at preschool wearing pajamas and holding onto a coffee mug. Calum was one hundred percent that dad who dressed in his Sunday best to drop his baby off at preschool. Both of you held onto her hands while walking her towards the front door.

           Once inside the school, all three of you found her classroom. It was decorated like a thoughtfully planned out preschool classroom. Better than any preschool classroom you could’ve ever imagined. As you were looking at all of the cute posters that lined the wall, Calum called your name. You turned your whole body towards him and he nodded towards your daughter who had found her teacher and immediately became enthralled by her. The teacher grabbed her hand and walked her over to her little desk and her little face immediately lit up. She took her backpack off as slid it into the little slot in the desk. Just as your daughter made herself comfortable, the teacher walked up to you and Calum. “You must be Mr. and Mrs. Hood. I’m Miss Larsen, I can assure you that my classroom is an incredibly fun and safe place. If there are any concerns I will call you immediately.” She smiled sweetly and you looked over at Calum with a grin on your face.

           Calum had tears lining his eyes, and you stifled a laugh by looking at your feet. He loves that little girl so much that leaving her for a few hours just absolutely kills him. “Can I say goodbye one last time?” Calum asked as Miss Larsen nodded.

           “Mama, look!” Your daughter held up a pink ruler with her favorite snowman on it smiled as widely as she good.

           You raised your eyebrows and widened your eyes, “Wow, that is so cool, baby! Did daddy buy that for you?” You took the ruler from her as she nodded furiously. You mouthed a ‘wow’ at her as you handed it back to her.

           Calum squatted down in front of her, holding his emotions in. “You let Miss Larsen know if you need me or mama and she’ll call us right away, okay?” Her brown eyes stared intently at her father and nodded. “You have a good day, mama and I will come get you after school. I love you, baby.” Calum opened his arms and she lunged forward, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. After she let go of him, you squatted down and squeezed her as tightly as you could, giving her a slight shake, earning a soft giggle from her. As she let go, you kissed her cheek and stood up, grabbing Calum’s hand to pull him out of the classroom.

           He stopped after the door shut and peaked through the window. You watched him for a second before wrapping one hand around his waist, resting your chin on his back. “She’s going to be okay, my love.” You mumbled into his back.

           “I know,” He said, still looking through the window, “She’s just growing up so fast.” He turned around in your arm and wrapped his own around your neck.

           He placed his chin on the top of your head and you chuckled against his chest. “You’re going to stare at the time until it’s time to come get her, aren’t you?” You looked up at him and cleared the tear off his cheek.

           “You know me so well.” He said, a smirk pulling at his lips, then leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

[notenoughscotty]

So Bad, Yet So Good S.S

Hey, could you write an imagine about scott where him and y/n hooked up a while ago (while him and kirsten broke up) and when she finds out she hates y/n and doesn’t let scott and her to still be friends and everything between them is awkward even though they secretly have feelings for eachother but now that him and kristen aren’t together they could actually express their feelings (they end up doing the nasty again lol).

Warnings: Angst, swearing, SMUT

Masterlist

     Scott let out the most attractive moan as he came, he took a moment to recover before pulling out, as he did he groaned. My legs were still shaking, it was undeniably the best sex I had ever had, he wrapped his arms around my torso and just held me, both of us still out of breath. Then in that moment the guilt washed over me, I felt horrible, he had a girlfriend. I was in the bed that they shared, the bed that she would come home to tonight and sleep in. His arm suddenly removed from my body, I turned to look at him and I knew that it had just hit him as well, what we had done, his hands were covering his face. I knew that if I felt as horrible as I did, he must be feeling one hundred times worse. I gently laid a hand on his shoulder, he placed a hand over mine.

     “Scott...” I wanted to say something, I wanted to make him feel better, but there’s nothing you can say in this situation to make it okay. “I should probably leave...” he only nodded still not looking at me. I quickly got dressed and fixed my hair, he got dressed as well, and walked me to the door, I stopped and turned, again wanting to say something but decided against it, that was that, once I got to my car, I couldn’t help but cry. I had feelings for Scott, I wanted to be with him but nothing could make what we just did okay. 

     Once home I decided I needed to talk to Scott, I wanted to make sure that if nothing else that our friendship would be okay. 

     “Hey, I just wanted to check in and make sure you were okay.” I pressed send, and shakily set my phone down. He responded almost immediately 

     “Yeah, I’m okay, but can we just forget that happened? I really cherish our friendship and I don’t know how else to deal with this.” As much as it hurt, I knew that’s what we had to do, I wanted to be able to call him my boyfriend, but Kristen already owned that title.

     “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing” I responded back to him and decided that I just wanted the night to be over, so I took a shower and got into bed. I tossed and turned all night, but come 6am I was awake and not falling back asleep, so I turned to check my phone to see I had a ton of missed calls and text messages from last night. 

6 missed calls from ‘Kristen’ my heart sank, I looked at the text messages she had sent as well

“Are you fucking kidding me? You fucked my boyfriend?”

“Now you won’t even answer the phone? Fuck you!”

“You are the most disgusting bitch known to man, I fucking hate you” 

There were more but that was the gist of them, I looked at the texts from Scott next.

“[Y/N] I’m sorry, she knows, and she’s pissed, but listen it’s not your fault, it’s mine, but she doesn’t want us to be friends, I have to block you, I hope you understand” 

     Tears filled my eyes, this felt worse than heartbreak, I decided not to respond to either of them. I couldn’t help but let it out, I cried for hours, the kind of cry where you can’t breathe, and your heart physically hurts. Once I was able to calm down, my face was red and puffy, and my lips were swollen. 

     I cleaned myself up and checked my phone once again, to see David had invited me over, I decided that I didn’t want to be alone right now so I agreed, I got makeup on and got dressed, I still looked as if I had been crying though, on my way to his house I thought of excuses as to why I had been crying, but when actually confronted with the question, all I could think to say was. 

     “Oh, you know, it just be like that sometimes.” Which actually worked out well, everyone just laughed and nodded. We had a good time talking and hanging out, I helped film some stuff with David. Then suddenly the door opened and there he was, Scott, I figured there was no way Kristen would allow him to leave the house, but after Scott entered, I realized that she was behind him, I immediately felt a panic attack coming, which was only worsened because I knew that I had no right to be upset in this situation, not only had I betrayed Kristen, but her own boyfriend of more than 5 years had as well. I quickly went to the bathroom, desperate to breathe, it felt as though my throat was closing, the bathroom felt as though it was getting smaller by the second, and my chest was tightening. I heard a knock at the door but I couldn’t respond, I knew whoever it was had opened the door but I couldn’t even get myself to look up to see who it was. They began shushing then I heard the familiar sound of my favorite song, I knew from that, that it must have been Scott. He was the only one that knew that I play this to calm myself, he also knew not to touch me when I was having a panic attack. 

     “Look at me” his voice was so calming, I looked up and he guided my breathing, helping to regulate it. It only took a few minutes for him to calm me down. Once I was calm, I wiped my eyes of tears.

     “What are you doing here? Won’t she be mad?” I whispered, barely audible.

     “Yeah, but I just needed to make sure you were okay” He smiled, I could tell that he had also been crying and he looked as if he hadn’t slept last night. “I should get back though, are you okay?” I nodded and he left, gently closing the door behind him. I stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes, trying to get the courage to go back out there, also trying to decide if I should leave or not. I figured it would look really bad if I did leave, so I sucked it up and walked back out, the air in the room was thick, the tension radiating, no one was really talking. Once I stepped back into the living room, everyone looked at me.

     “Hey, you alright?” David spoke up, I nodded, then I noticed that Scott and Kristen were gone.

     “Where’s Scott and Kristen?” I looked around and everyone looked at each other, finally, Zane pointed to the glass sliding door and I saw that they out there, it looked to be a heated argument, I realized that’s why it was so tense. I watched as Scott sat with his head in his hands and Kristen flailed her arms wildly, then dropping them, Scott stood and spoke calmly, I couldn’t look away and it seemed that everyone else was doing the same as I was, just watching this unfold, then Kristen began hitting Scott, punching at his chest, he didn’t even flinch, it didn’t seem like it effected him at all. She then stormed off and Scott ran his fingers through his hair, and turned, he saw that everyone was staring, we all tried to turn away and act like we hadn’t been but he obviously knew. He then sat down on the couch outside, I didn’t know if I should go out there or not but I found myself doing it anyway.

     “Hey... Are you okay?” I asked quietly, he looked up at me, he wasn’t crying, he just looked, blank.

     “Yeah, I am, actually” He spoke through a sigh “We broke up” He said it as if he was stating the weather. I wish I didn’t feel as happy as I did, but I was, I was happy. I tried to contain it and maintain my composure. 

     “Oh, I’m sorry” I tried to sound sad for him.

     “That’s okay, I’m not... because now, I can do this with a good conscious” He then stood and pulled me into him and kissed me. We then sat together for a moment before going back inside for him to explain the situation. We walked in together and everyone was talking quietly, but once they saw us the murmurs halted. All eyes on him, I sat down, so that he could explain. 

     “Well, we broke up” Everyone was surprised most likely because he fought back a smile while saying that. Then the group began apologizing, he just nodded and announced that he was going to leave. I wanted so badly to go with him, but I knew it wasn’t the time and everyone would become suspicious, but after another hour, I couldn’t wait any longer and announced my departure, and said goodbye to everyone. Once in my car I texted Scott that I was leaving Davids and asked if I could come over, he of course was totally okay with that. 

     I lifted my fist to knock, but before my hand could make contact, the door swung open and Scott pulled me inside. Shutting the door quickly, then slamming me against the door. Kissing me with so much need, I pulled at his hair, making him groan. His hands were all over my body, grabbing roughly at my ass, then at my hips pulling me into him. I began kissing down his jaw to his neck making him moan. He lifted me up without any notice. He brought me to his room, dropping me on his bed, he then pulled his shirt off before crawling on top of me, pushing me back, so that I was now laying. I pulled my shirt off and the way he reacts to my body just makes my confidence sky rocket. I could tell that he was genuinely so turned on by me. Before I knew it I was fully naked, he trailed kisses and hickeys down my torso, building the excitement. Once he was finally down there, he continued teasing me, kissing down my thighs. I uncontrollably bucked my hips desperate for him at this point. He finally planted a kiss onto my clit, he then took a finger sliding it up my entrance.

     “Damn, you’re so wet, baby, who made you this wet?” his voice was deep, deeper than usual.

     “You, Scott, only you could get me this wet” I breathed out, he hummed, liking my answer, he started with just his tongue, flicking it against my clit, then flattening it and licking up, he then began rubbing circles against it, I couldn’t contain the noises I was making. Then he slowly entered a finger, making me gasp. I was in complete ecstasy, but I really wanted to make him feel good now. Once he finished and came back up, he place two fingers to my lips, I gently sucked on his fingers, tasting myself. “I want to make you feel good now” I smiled sweetly, he raised an eyebrow and smiled, he stood up and I dropped to my knees, palming him gently through his jeans. Then unbuttoning them, he helped me pull them off completely with his underwear, and even though this wasn’t the first time we had done this, I still was in aw of his size. I started by licking a stripe up the bottom, then, gently sucking on his balls, he gathered my hair in his hands, pulling it out of my face. His breathing was already labored, I then moved on to sucking on the tip, allowing my teeth to graze it ever so gently, swirling my tongue around as well, then taking in more length each time. He began guiding me, pushing my head down, I took in as much as I could, deep throating him, the best I could. He pulled my hair, stopping me, then pulling me to my feet, before turning me around and bending me over the bed, in a swift movement, catching me by surprise, but it only turned me on more. 

“Fuck, I want you to beg for it” His tone gruff. 

“Please, Scott, please, fuck me, I need you inside of me” I whimpered, genuinely pleading, he pushed into me slowly, I let out a cry, as he did, he picked up his pace quickly though. I was moaning like crazy, it didn’t take long for a knot to form in my stomach, I was practically screaming. “I’m gonna cum” I was able to get out, between moans.

“Cum for me” He spoke softly, out of breath, most likely also on the verge. I came hard, he began groaning as well, cumming at the same time. 

We recovered while holding each other, cuddled in his bed. “This probably isn’t the best time to say this, but I think I love you” his voice was gentle, and it sent butterflies to my stomach.

“I think I love you too”  

[blackgirlfandomwriter]

I Still Love You (Daryl x Reader)

Y/N's POV:

"Y/N...Y/N.....Y/N!"

I jolted up from my once peaceful slumber looking around frantically. My eyes soon fell upon Michonne looking at me with her hands rested on her hips. "Ughhh it's too early," I said as I plopped back down onto my sleeping bag. I heard Michonne smack her teeth before I felt a slight tap on my calf. I didn't react knowing that it was one of Michonne's annoying attempts to get me up. Soon another kick came but this one was followed by a sharp pain causing me to wince in pain. "Ok ok, I'm up" I whined finally rolling out of the warmth of my blankets. "Why did you wake me anyways" I grumbled as I started to get dressed.

"We need you for a run," Michonne said, smirking at her victory. "We" I questioned changing my shirt. "Me and Daryl," Michonne said as her smirk grew and I froze, turning to look at her. She happened to be one of the few people that knew about my long time crush on the 40-year-old redneck. I could feel the blush rise to my cheeks as I thought about him but those thoughts were interrupted by Michonne's laughs of entertainment. "We leave in 5," She said, finally exiting my tent leaving me to my own thoughts. "This should be fun" I sighed as I continued getting dressed.

When I finished getting dressed I took a good look at myself in the broken mirror I had in my tent. "I look good," I said admiring my reflection. I wore a pair of black ripped jeans, a white crop top, and black combat boots. After I brushed out my hair I grabbed my machete and headed outside. When I stepped outside I took a deep breath of the warm breeze that flew past my face, surprisingly it was a nice day. I looked around smiling at everyone at camp when I spotted Daryl and Michonne taking among themselves by the pick-up truck we used for runs. I quickly made my way over causing them both to look in my direction. " Hey guys," I said cheerfully while Michonne gave me a nod as if to say 'hey'. "It's about damn time," Daryl said, giving me a look that I couldn't read. "Shut up Dixon" I spoke rolling my eyes as I walked to the passenger side of the truck. "You betta watch your mouth sunshine," Daryl said with a slight growl which sent a tingle down my spine.

The drive to our destination was completely silent and It was me driving crazy. Without thinking I started digging around in the glove box looking for some type of CD. "Hey! What are you-" Daryl started but didn't finish as he saw me pull out my favorite CD with a wide grin on my face. "Don't. You. Dare" Daryl said already knowing what I was implying. I quickly slipped the CD in as my favorite song started to play.

Seasons change and our love went cold Feed  the flame 'cause we can't let go Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away I dare you to do something I'm  waiting on you again, so I don't take the blame Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away, run away

I sang as I playfully caressed Daryl's face with the back of my hand. He scoffed, turning his head but I could see the slight blush that he tried to hide. I smirked as a light-bulb went off in my head.

I said so, I knew that this was doomed from the get-go You thought that it was special, special But it was just the sex though, the sex though

As I sang those lyrics I let my hand travel down to his thigh inching closer and closer to his groin. He quickly grabbed my hand stopping it from moving any further as he swerved the truck nearly driving off the road. "What the hell" Michonne yelled from the back seat as she held on for dear life. Looking at Daryl's face, I couldn't contain my laughter as I could tell he was still processing what had just happened. When we made it to our destination we all got out and grabbed our weapons and duffle bags. We were at some type of grocery store that was definitely zombie territory but nobody seemed to care as we walked towards the glass doors. Before I could open the door I was yanked back causing me to yelp. I turned to see it was Daryl and Michonne gave him a look of confusion. "Daryl what the h-" I started but was quickly interrupted, "Wait," Daryl said banging on the dirty store window. I looked at Michonne who just shrugged until we were greeted with the loud moaning of walkers pressed against the glass.

"Doesn't look like there's too many of them. You guys ready" Daryl said looking back at us before swinging open the door. Five walkers came limping out and I smirked unsheathing my machete. I ran up to the first walker I saw as I sliced off the top of its head with no effort. "Y/N behind you" I heard Daryl say as I turned around stabbing a walker that was creeping towards me. When we took out all the walkers we each gave a nod as we entered the store. After seeing that the coast was clear, we each went our separate ways looking up and down the isles for supplies.

Daryl's POV:

When I was finally alone I let out a huge sigh that I didn't even know I was holding in. 'What the hell was that back in the truck? Why the fuck did Y/N-' "You ok" Michonne said stripping me from my current trance. "I'm fine" I mumbled making my way around her but she quickly grabbed my arm causing me to look at her. She was..... smiling? That was new. "You like her" she simply said with a devilish smirk. My eyes widened and my breath hitched. "I-I don't know what you're talking about" I stuttered uncontrollably. This caused her eyes to go wide "I knew it" she laughed shaking her head as she walked away. Now it was my turn to grab her. "Listen. If you say a word about this-" I started to threaten but she quickly put a hand up. "I won't but you will," Michonne said escaping my grip and walking off leaving me a bit confused. 'What did she mean by that'.  

Y/N's POV:

My bag was almost filled with supplies when I came across an aisle that had packs of ammo scattered across the floor. "Oop bingo," I said to myself smiling as I started tossing them into my bag. In the midst of me doing so, the back door of the store slammed open as walkers started piling in out of nowhere. "WALKERS!!" I yelled, grabbing my machete swinging it every which way. "C'MON" I heard Daryl yell as we started running towards the front of the store. Before I made it out the door I realized I left my bag, we needed those supplies. "I have to go back for my duffle" I quickly said, not giving anyone a chance to stop me. " Y/N NO" I heard Michonne scream but I didn't care. I ran back to where I left my duffle bag making it there with no problem, getting back to the front was gonna be the issue. I looked around and started to slowly panic. I was completely surrounded by snarling walkers and they were all making their way towards me.

"I ain't going down with a fight," I said once again pulling out my machete. Just when I was about to start attacking, I saw a smoke bomb roll towards me as it started to dispense. "RUN!" I heard someone yell. It was Daryl! I wasted no time as I ran out the front doors of the store with Michonne slamming the door behind me. I crumbled to my knees trying to catch my breath feeling proud of myself. "What the hell were you thinking?" I heard Michonne scold as I started laughing a bit. She looked at me like I was crazy until I showed what was inside my duffel. "We needed this stuff," I said looking up at her and Daryl. She looked at me and then opened the bag causing her eyes to widen at the stash. "Woah" was Michonne's only response as she dug around the duffle bag full of supplies and ammo. I had a huge smile of accomplishment on my face until I made eye contact with Daryl who was clearly pissed.

"What kinda stunt were you trying to pull huh? YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN YOURSELF KILLED" Daryl yelled causing me to flinch. 'What the hell was his problem?' Before Michonne and I could respond to his outburst he stormed off towards the truck mumbling something that I couldn't hear. I looked at Michonne confused and she gave me a soft smile. "Go talk to him, I'll finish sorting through this," She said gesturing towards the supplies. I gave her a nod in response and ran towards the truck to see Daryl doing something with his bow. "Daryl..." I spoke making him look at me as he gave me an eye roll. "What the hell do ya want" He spat with venom laced in his tone. This is what ticked me off. "What do you mean what do I want? What the hell was that back there" I questioned getting closer to him. He balled up his fist and flared his nose as he looked at me with such hatred.

We stood in silence staring each other down for at least 2 minutes before I had the nerve to speak again. "I'm waiting" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. Daryl ran his hand over his face and he laughed, still clearly angry. "YOU wanna know what my problem is? The problem is YOU. Because YOU made me fall for YOU. YOU MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU" Daryl yelled swinging his arm around in agitation like he always does.

Shock overcame my body and I just stood there. 'In love?' He looked like he wanted to say something else but I quickly stopped him by pressing my lips against his. At first, I felt him try to reject me but he soon kissed me back with just as much force. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist and I had never felt so safe, this felt right. The kiss started to get a bit heated but before anything could progress, we both heard a laugh making us jump away from each other. We were both blushing like crazy looking up to see Michonne holding all three duffel bags. "If y'all are done sucking each other faces off, I would love some help with these," she said setting the bags on the ground. Me and Daryl made eye contact and quickly looked away from each other as we started to load the truck again. When Daryl wasn't looking Michonne grabbed my arm with a smirk. "Looks like someone getting fucked later" she whispered in my ear causing my cheeks to burn. I gasped and playfully slapped her arm making her laugh. "What's so funny," Daryl asked when he was done putting everything in the truck. "NOTHING" I yelled before Michonne could speak and I quickly hopped back in the passenger seat. Daryl and Michonne joined me a few seconds later as we pulled off driving back to camp.

Once again the ride was quiet leaving me to my thoughts. I smiled as I looked out the window at the passing trees as I thought about today's events, then I remembered something. I slowly grabbed Daryl's hand in mine and to my surprise, he squeezed it gently. "I love you too" I whispered just enough for him to hear. I saw him smile a little at my words as he kissed my hand gently, never taking his eyes off the road.

"I know Y/N"

[halequeenjas]

Superstars || Alejandra & Jasmine

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @alejandra-solano & @halequeenjas SUMMARY: Jasmine takes Alejandra to Siren’s Serenade for a night of karaoke. They leave as very inspired divas.

Jasmine had always been a social butterfly. Ever since she was a kid, she found she loved having a large circle of friends and people to hang out with. Even more so, she loved being the center of attention but that was neither here nor there. When it came to a girls night, all that mattered was a good time which usually entailed wine, good music, and occasionally acting as wing women. After chatting with Ally online, Jasmine decided could use the town’s ultimate gal pal. She did move here from across the pond and all. A karaoke bar seemed like a fun place to get to know each and was a little more laid back than the jazz bar she usually frequented. Even from outside, she could tell this spot had a good energy going. When she saw a woman approaching that looked like Ally’s profile picture, she waved and smiled eagerly. “Hey,” she greeted excitedly, “I hope you like cocktails and karaoke because this place seems to have a great crowd tonight… and admittedly I love karaoke.” 

 Ally had a nervous excitement about hanging out with someone outside of work. Jasmine seemed so cool, and easy to talk to, and fun. It felt like a first date, and Ally wanted to impress. She fussed with her hair more than she was used to, and took a few deep breaths in the mirror before she headed out. When Ally pulled up to the bar she noticed a microphone by the name on the sign. Before she could really think about it she was out of the car and walking toward Jasmine who was waving her down. She smiled excitedly until the word karaoke fell from the other girls lips. “Yeah, great crowd, and I love a good cocktail.” she said, folding her arm. “So when you say karaoke is it like an open mic night type deal or am I like...singing. Because let me tell you, it’s not good, my voice.” she explained. 

 Jasmine swayed in her seat to the sound of some middle-aged white man singing that one Journey song that always seemed to get people going. It wasn’t a bad song though his voice left much to be desired. That was half the fun of karaoke though. When the bartender approached, she smiled widely and asked, “I’ll take a raspberry margarita, and whatever my friend is having.” She gestured to Ally to put her order in. There was definitely an upbeat energy in the place and she was ready to get their names on the karaoke list. She could tell Ally wasn’t as enthused by that part. She laughed and assured, “Oh, it’s definitely us doing the singing. But no one expects karaoke to be good. I mean, look at wannabee Tyler whatever up there. It’s all about having fun. It’s actually more fun when it’s bad… not that I can relate, but still.” Once their drinks were in front of them, she added, “I’m thinking of starting my night off with some Mariah Carey. Or maybe Beyonce. What about you?” 

 Ally looked at Jasmine, seeming so comfortable, and felt jealous. She felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb wherever she went. Maybe that’s what she liked about being a cop, when she was on the clock, she could blend in. Ally smiled at the bartender, “Just a beer please.” she said. She heard the whine of the man singing on the stage near her and winced. “Let’s do two beers.” she amended. When Jasmine made it clear that she was a good singer, Ally noted that she should probably go first. She watched the current singer leave the stage, looking more confident than when they approached. Maybe it would be good for her. “I spent my childhood singing JLo, so I guess I should do her justice.” she said, taking a big gulp of her beer. There was silence as the podium was abandoned. “Rip the bandaid off Solano.” she said, standing up and walking to the podium, about to give the worst performance of her life.  

When she was done, she felt different, like she wasn’t just Ally Solano. She was someone bigger. Brighter. She motioned wildly for Jasmine to come up and join her.

Jasmine couldn’t help but laugh as Ally ordered herself an extra beer to get her through the prospect of karaoke. Plenty of her friends were inclined to grab a shot of tequila before karaoke. That’d never been her go to… unless there were shots of Don Julio or Patron, but she was more than happy to go up on stage sober. In fact, she relished in being in the spotlight. “I’m sure you’ll be great. It’s all about having fun anyway,” she assured as the bartender handed them their drinks. At the mention of JLo, she perked up. “Oh, good choice. Have always had love for my girl JLo. Who doesn’t love good ‘ol Jenny from the block?” As Ally made her way to the stage, Jasmine took her drink into the crowd around the small stage and cheered as Ally got on stage. Her woops were the loudest and inspired some of the others to cheer as well. As Ally sang, she seemed to get more and more into it. Her voice wasn’t bad even if she was no song bird and everyone enjoyed singing along to JLo. She smiled brightly as Ally motioned for her to come on stage, seemingly more confident than she was moments ago. Once she was on stage with mic in hand, she said, “Give it up for my new friend, Ally… Or should I say, Jenny from the block. I’m going to keep up the 90s classics and give you my rendition of Mariah Carey.

When the music started, Jasmine confidently sang along to Always Be My Baby as she knew every word by heart. She moved and swayed along with the music and she swore as she kept going, she felt more and more empowered. Important. When she finished, she ate up the applause and thanked the crowd goers. She very specifically felt ready for a VIP lounge now. After all, she was Mariah Carey. “Jen,” she exclaimed as she got off stage and joined her fellow songtress, “What do you say we find a VIP club and make a whole night of this? Maybe another song or two first… we can’t disappoint the fans.” 

 Ally heard Jasmine’s whoops from the crowd and appreciated the support. Was this what it was like to have a best friend. Ally had a hard time making really good friends. She had coworkers and her books, and that was all she had needed. When Jasmine called her Jenny from the block she realized she was Jenny from the block. It was as if she was realizing something she should have known the whole time. Jasmine sang, her voice ringing strong and beautiful throughout the bar. People were turning their heads and swaying along. “Is there a good VIP club around here? I’m amazed the fans aren’t swarming. Super cool of you all!” she shouted, laughing uncontrollably. “Have we ever done a duet? It’ll make headlines.” she gasped. A part of her mind wondered who this was, but a part of her liked who she was. “Mariah Carey and Jennifer LOPEZ!” she announced into a mic, walking back onto the stage. There were a few disgruntled girls waiting their turn. Didn’t they know she was a celebrity. She winked at them, “I’ll sign something later for you girls.” 

 Jasmine knew a club up the block that had a good VIP section and happened to have her favorite champagne. Normally, she didn’t switch from margaritas to wine, but champagne felt necessary. However, her attention was caught at the mention of a duet. An eyebrow raised and there was a devious smirk upon her face. “Jenny, you always have the best ideas,” she exclaimed dramatically. The crowd of course seemed to cheer them on though she was not sure what was with the weird looks. She shrugged it off before getting back on stage with her girl JLo and doing a rendition of No Scrubs by TLC. It was a good song for a duet and forever a mood. The pair sang and danced along happily until the song was over. They got a good applause though not what she would expect given their level of stardom. As promised, they stopped by a group of young girls and gave them their autographs. The girls looked confused. They were younger, but her and her friend were timeless. They’d realize the gold mine they just got soon enough. She walked back up to the bar and looked at the bartender expectantly. “Be a dear and get our checks for us please. The club needs us.” 

 Ally sang alongside Jasmine, dancing and winking to members of the audience. This new confidence surged through her. When Jasmine asked for the checks Ally laughed and looked at the bartender, “Do you know who we are?” Why should someone of her caliber have to pay. Think of the PR that the bar was getting. “That performance is worth several thousand dollars. Easy.” she said. In the back of her mind, a nagging voice asked why she was acting like this, she was never like this. Around her, she heard some of the other karaoke singers making the same proclamation. This little bar really attracted the stars. “The club needs us.” she reaffirmed and turned to leave.

Jasmine shook her head. More often than not, bars covered her tab seeing as she was an international superstar, but alas, that wasn’t always the case. “Jenny, don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.” She flashed the bartender a flirtatious smile before handing him her American Express card. Given this poor guy was working as a bartender in what was frankly a sad little town, she decided to use her Mariah Carey bank account to leave an obscenely large tip. “The club awaits,” she exclaimed, linking arms with Jenny to leave for their night on the town. Their shoes, after all, were made for dancing and so were they.

[thinking-outside-the-giftbox18]

A Pill In Time - Giftbox Studios

Summary: An alternate universe where ‘A Hat In Time’ [by Gears For Breakfast] is set in a psychic ward, and anyone non-human in the game are human now.

Notes: The writer has done research of the mental disorders yet has trouble understanding and memorizing them, please don’t harass or insult them as they have tried to be empathetic and avoid spreading misinformation.Perspective of the main character changes to the next character to show what the main character is really doing.

TW: Mental disorders [Autism/Autism Spectrum, PTSD, OCD, Anxiety, Schizophrenia, etc.], the perspective of a child can be dark too, self-loathing, mentions of physical abuse [not kids fighting each other, we were kids who fought our own siblings before, unless it was physical abuse on your perspective…nevermind…], mild swearing, might be boring depending on how I write this story, some important characters from in-game are OOC.

Come at me, @doodledrawsthings!!!

JK, Love your work, you’re the reason I made this fanfic! 

The art’s done by me! ^^

Chapter 3: The High-Risk Floor

I remained patient in the elevator as it took me to the final floor, the doors opened to the perfect horror movie setting: a long corridor with doors, dimmed lights with a few of them flickering because of the stormy weather outside the hospital, add lightning and thunder into the setting; I didn’t notice my legs shaking but I woman-ed up and marched forward into the almost dark corridors. I scanned each passing door as I strolled, keeping a close eye on anything peculiar, just as I reached to the second last door, I found my no.1 favorite toy: My Music-Hat, a music box in the shape of a purple hat, with the yellow band having a small turnkey!

But when I finally got my hands on it, I heard a loud banging from the door in front of me, I froze in my tracks and watched the formally locked door to break at any moment, I take a few steps backwards with my toy close to my chest, the shaking came back and I was truly scared. Suddenly, a velociraptor screech boomed across the floor, followed by the door breaking open loudly that it could’ve flew off from the hinges, behind the door was a long haired lady, because of the dark, her hair color was not clear, but I definitely saw her cold red eyes glare at me when she turned her head, like she’s some kind of beast in a fairy tale.

I trapped my gasp before it could escape from my mouth and bolted to the opposite direction, in hopes of reaching the elevator before that…thing can catch me. She screamed louder and ran faster than any other lady her age, whatever her age was. Her screeches and my screams deafened my ears. I clutched my toy and bagpack tight, everything flashed around me and then I tripped on my knee when I was so close to the elevator, I hissed in pain and looked back at the lady. She was getting closer and my heart raced in panic, this is too much!!!

I have never screamed so loud in my life, nor cried so hard that I failed to notice what was going on in my surroundings, time slowed down as the lady got closer and I curled myself into a ball and cried like a baby.

A few minutes earlier

The sound of thunder woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes to see rain droplets hitting the window and a calm sigh was my only reply as I got up, stretched my back with a moan and rubbed my eyes awake. I brushed off my long brown hair away from my face, I could’ve got a haircut but…no. No need for that, I stood up and felt the chill in my room, or cell. I head to my small cupboard and picked up my favorite sweater- a deep plum colored wool- and wore it above my white cotton t-shirt. I yawned while fixing my sweater sleeves and made sure that the sweater didn’t show my skinny frame when suddenly, two loud shrieks were heard from outside my room. I jumped and my heart started to race uncontrollably, I didn’t have time to calm down. I recognized one of the shrieks, but the other sounded… younger and shrill. I reached for the door handle- I’ve never opened it myself, unless Dr. Timothy tells me to, yet I knew that something was wrong and I have to see what had happened.

I opened the door enough to peep through. I heard two set of footsteps rushing to the direction of the elevator, I looked to the other side and saw a small girl wearing a purple-yellow hoodie and carrying some kind of gadget and a bagpack, probably 8 or 9 years old, with tears streaming down her terror-filled eyes and I can see why she was running to the elevator. HER. I felt my heart stop when the little girl tripped and fell to the ground, making her scream more loud, God knows what she’ll do to that girl, I ignored my mind that was screaming to hide or my deafening heartbeats as I dashed and grabbed the girl. It was like as if the time froze when I turned to face those red soul-piercing eyes…again, I hoped that hag didn’t recognize me as I ran back to my room and shut the door, clutching the small girl tight. She definitely didn’t like what I did as she started to bang on my door. My heartbeats got louder and faster which made my breath short and fast. I hyperventilated and begged for her to leave me…and the girl alone. The chill became worse as fear overpowered me and made me shiver with the girl, who was curled up in my lap and clutching my waist tight.

The security and staff finally arrived and took her away to be pacified. As silence returned aside from the occasional thunder, I didn’t stop shaking but it lessened. I looked up at the door which thankfully didn’t fly off its hinges and then looked down at the girl…Poor thing was still shivering and weeping as she buried her face on my sweater. I was about to pat her back when I noticed her bagpack which looked like a big blue marshmallow if it wasn’t for her badges on it, one of which had the infinity symbol in rainbow colo- Oh… I stared down at the girl for a while, thinking of ways to calm her down when I noticed that she dropped her gadget on the thankfully carpeted floor. I picked it up and observed it, and twisted the turnkey more than thrice. What ensued was an odd yet peaceful moment…

The top-hat shaped gadget produced a music-box sound, the top part opened like a flower blooming in spring time and small dots of light reflected from the top created a kaleidoscope effect that covered my sweater and the wall in front of me with more than dozens of stars in a galaxy, changing colors from white, purple, blue, yellow, green and back to white. This isn’t an ordinary toy, isn’t it…? I didn’t notice that my heartbeats had calmed down as the girl’s head peeped up to look at the toy and the small stars. She uncurled and leaned on my sweater as she stared blankly at them, eyes red and puffy from the tears. I listened to the music and recognized the song…It was a lullaby from a movie I watched a long time ago before being in this cell. I sighed and sang with it, my voice being a bit rusty and off-key as I began to sing, but it went smoothly along with the notes. I gently rocked the girl with my body as I continue to sing and wiped off her tears instinctively. I watched her eyes slowly close as she drifted into a deep sleep and her calm breaths indicated that she’ll be alright. I kept singing just in case till the song finished and picked her up and put her on my bed, covering her with a weighted blanket from her bagpack and tucked her in, she smiles calmly, feeling safe and secured. I can only smile as I watched her sleep before I quietly walked to my desk drawer to retrieve some emergency anti-depressants. As much as the moment calmed me down, my heart still panicked after dealing with the b!@#$ that had ruined my life…

Hana’s P. O. V.

I opened my eyes slowly and got up, stretched my back and looked around the place. I was sleeping on a bed in a small room, my blanket and toy beside me and my bagpack below the bed. I looked up and saw a man sleeping on a rolling chair, a big book covers his face and muffled his snores. I didn’t know what had happened but I do know that I’m not supposed to be here. So as quietly as I can, I stuffed both my blanket and toy back into the bagpack and crept towards the door, my tiny hand almost reaching for the handle…

“No ‘thank you’? That’s kind of rude if you ask me, kid…”

I froze, how did he know I was about to leave…? I turned slowly, just to see one golden eye peeking out of the book, looking directly at me. I was flustered and scared, what’s with this guy…?? He sat up straight and crossed his arms, “Now, would you kindly explain to me why a little girl like you was waltzing around in a psych ward…? And in the ‘high-risk’ floor where the deranged are kept against their will for society’s sake?” He asked me like I should know the answer to the last question, and I just remained silent. He’s a stranger, and Grandpa taught me to never to talk to one…But I don’t remember what had happened before I arrived here. “Well?” He spoke again, patiently waiting for an answer, I looked at my shoes, “What happened…?”I shyly asked.

“I don’t know, you tell me? You came to this floor.” He replied sarcastically, I looked at him a bit annoyed. “I was looking for my toys…” I mumbled, but he heard it as he let out a short deep chuckle. “Your toys? What kind of kid carries twenty-eight toys in her marshmallow bag?” He replied smartly, as a cat-like smirk crept through his lips. I pouted and blushed with annoyance. “An Autistic one, that’s who!!” I yelled and his smirk disappeared…Too far, I guess…I looked away from him and stood there in silence, he did the same, scratching his head that has long brown hair that reached below his back…He kinda looks like a girl…He cleared his throat, “I found you running away from…Vanessa. You were experiencing sensory overload, so I used that Top-Hat toy you were carrying around…” he said in an awkward yet polite tone, still looking away. I tilted my head, “Who is Vanessa…?” I asked, was it that lady’s name?? He frowned more and scrunched his face, he seemed to not want to answer that question…Did she chase him down and make him scream too…? I thought of the scenario, it would’ve been funny if it didn’t happen to me, so…I reached to my bagpack to retrieve my top-hat toy. “…I am looking for the rest of my toys, they don’t seem important but to me they are, and many others tried to take them away…This toy…was made by my dad…before he and mom left me with Grandpa…”

Robin’s P. O. V.

When she mentioned her parents, I can tell that she blames herself or her disorder…either way, I know how she felt as I used to blame my disorder whenever she would get mad at me. I looked at the toy, it looked like no other child toy I can think of, so maybe her dad did make it himself and it showed how skillful he was…But it doesn’t explain how and why the kid was basically an orphan, aside from her Grandfather as her guardian… ”So…How many toys do you think are left…?” I see her blink after being lost in her thoughts, “Hm? Oh! I think twelve of them.” Her answer surprised me and my tone showed, “Oh? Did you search everywhere for them? That’s really impressive, kiddo!” I gave a calm smile at her and chuckled when she blushed but she smiled back a bit. I saw the confidence coming back to her and she tied her boots properly before she turned to the door.

Yet she paused…I don’t have to guess, “Want me to help?” She turned and had an embarrassed frown, she nodded her head. “But you don’t have to…um…” I realized that I forgot to tell my name, “I am Robin, I did help you escape from a lunatic.” I introduce myself and offer my help, she looked around for a while, humming to herself as she thinks, “Okay, but only for being by my side in this floor and till I reach to the ground level.” I looked at her and smiled, “You’re quite the contractor…aren’t you, kid? ~”, admittedly, she does have a good deal, yet I just fear for her coming back… “Alright, it’s a deal!” I clapped my hands once and got up, which startled the kid as she stepped back, she never saw a tall person before? I cracked my back and ruffled my hair more to hide my eyes, she was still looking at me in awe and she walked closer to me. I looked at her curiously, what’s in her head now?

“C-Can I…Um…?” She nervously asked, while hesitantly reaching a hand for my hair, I thought for a minute and nod, she carefully grabbed a tuft and used her thumb to stroke it, her sky-blue eyes gleamed in amazement, finding some unseen wonder in my mane. “Are you a boy?” she asked with uncertainty and such innocence, I did a double take and laughed heartily at her question. It has been a while since I laughed like that and this kid had just made my day. I controlled my laughter and wiped off an imaginary tear from my non-hidden eye, “Now is not the time to debate whether my long hair makes me look like a girl, kid! We have an objective to accomplish!!” I watched her face change from embarrassment to realization as she secures the bands of her bagpack. Then I realized that I agreed to leave my room…for a kid I barely knew…My heart started to beat faster again and I stared blankly at the door. I breathe quietly yet quickly as the thoughts of the unexpected events that are yet to happen raced in my mind, then a small hand held mine and I looked at the small girl, “Ready to go, Mr. Robin?” She asked with an innocent smile, oblivious about how I am feeling. I inhaled and exhaled heavily, gave a fake smile and held her hand. I reached for the door, fingers on the handle, ‘Try to not think of dying of a heart attack on the spot, alright?’ I thought to myself and opened the door. I looked around to see if the coast was clear, and stepped out of my room in my socks as I lead the girl to the corridors of the floor. “What’s your name, kid?” I asked, I don’t mind calling her “kid” or “kiddo”, but that would be rude to not call her by name, she smiled and said that her name is Hana…That’s a really nice name.

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End of the Dadtcher chapter of ‘A Pill In Time’. This is a testing chapter to see if I can continue on writing this fanfiction. I hope you enjoyed as much as I enjoyed typing it; if you have any thoughts or suggestions, please let me know as I would want to make this chapter friendly and well-researched with no misinformation. Terms and Conditions apply.

[dragonrajafanfiction]

First Day of School

This is just something that came to my head and I figured I’d write it down before I got it... Ru’Yi’s first day at Cassell College. Please enjoy.

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Ru’Yi pulled her shoulder bag a bit higher and she took a deep breath. Her parents stood side by side in the doorway of the cozy Chicago Townhouse.

“Okay... I ... guess I’ll see you on spring break?” Ru’Yi said, shrugging.

“Call us when you get there.” Her mother gave her a kiss on the cheek. 

It was January 10th, the official start of Spring 2020 semester. Her father, Chu Zihang, and mother, Bai Meixiu, had enrolled her this year even though her dragonblood had been awakened all her life and she already knew her Soul Skill. She wasn’t going there to learn Dragonslaying or to become the hero of the world. It was just that her father and mother wanted her to have the best possible education among people like her. 

Hybrids.

Unlike most hybrids, she didn’t grow up feeling the Blood Cry. She knew exactly who she was. Her father, Chu Zihang, was an A-rank powerhouse who had mastered the notoriously uncontrollable Jun-Yan - Royal Fire. He could summon flames so hot they could melt glass and metal. 

Not only that, he knew the secret technique of Blood Rage, that could forcibly increase his purity to dangerous levels. He was a near unstoppable force. Not only that, he was peerless in martial arts and hacking. He was also very handsome, with dark hair, pale skin, and mysteriously golden eyes.

Her mother, Bai Meixiu, was even higher, Rank-S with three Souls Skills under her belt. She could Teleport anywhere she could visualize, summon blades of light and control them with a thought. But most terrifyingly, she could control the dragonblood purity of other hybrids. No Hybrid could ever stand before Ru’Yi’s mother without express permission. But looking at her, she was a petite black woman, well dressed and polite, who loved to dance.

To Ru’Yi, they were just mom and dad.

“One more thing...” Chu Zihang looked at his daughter, his expression serious.

“Yes, Dad?”

“If you ever meet a boy...” His eyes seem to glow behind the dark glasses. “I need you to tell me right away.”

“Zihang!” Meixiu protested. “Can you not! She’s old enough to make her own decisions!”

“It’s not that I want to influence your decisions... I just want to know about him. What’s his name? Where is he from! I want to know everything about this boy!” Zihang looked into her eyes with a sense of near desperation.

Ru’Yi gave a nervous laugh. “Don’t worry, Dad, I don’t think boys will be a big issue...”

Ru’Yi sighed to herself. Her father and mother were quite famous. Even while they toured the campus, most of the boys took on a ‘look and don’t touch’ posture, practically saluting in reverence to her father and not even looking at her. Who wants to date Chu Zihang’s daughter?

“Anyway, I’ll call you when I get there!”

The cab blew the horn, signaling his arrival. She gave her parents one last wave before heading away.

She got into the cab and looked up at the driver. “Subway station please!”

She put in her earbuds and started listening to her favorite song. She looked out the window. Her parents were waving her good bye. They kept waving.

She smiled, chest filling with excitement, she started to bounce and sing, giving finger guns to people out on the street. For the first half of her life, she lived isolated in Thailand. Her family lived far away because they wanted to get away from the life they had before, full of conflict and violence. Her father and mother only told her a little about how her life began, in chaos, filled with evil people who pursued them.

But things were different now. The evil was vanquished and the people running the school were their friends. They could finally live in peace. 

But once Ru’Yi turned 14, they realized that living on an isolated island wasn’t good for her so they returned to the city.

Ru’Yi loved it. She could go shopping every day, there was a neighborhood of kids her age instead of just a few. And there were burritos and sushi and ramen! So much good food! She never wanted to go back to living on an island again.

The cab stopped across from the entrance to the station and she paid the fare and got out, still humming to herself. She waited for the light to turn and stepped off the curb to cross.

The sudden sound of screeching tires made her turn and look. Her vision was full of the radiator and bright headlights of a truck. It was too late to get out of the way. The driver looked into her eyes and realized what was about to happen.

Ru’Yi closed her eyes, waiting for the impact.

But the impact never came. She opened her eyes and she was off her feet, in the embrace of a stranger.

She looked up into a pair of brown eyes who looked down at her.

 “Oh my gosh! That was close! Thank you so much!” She gasped.

“No need to thank me.” His voice was deep. He was taller, with brown hair and was wearing a camel colored coat. “Are you alright?”

“Yes... thanks to you.” 

He set her down safely on the sidewalk and quickly started to walk away.

“Wait! What’s your name!” She ran after him as he descended the stairs to the subway. When she reached the stairs, he was gone.

She kept looking for him, scanning her fare card and wandering the platform. But he was nowhere to be found.

She had to catch her train.

She turned and made her way back to the platform to wait. She sat down on the bench, feeling her heart rate return to normal. She could have died! He must have been really fast to get her out of the way of the truck. She had frozen like a... well... like a deer in the headlights!

She heard the squeal of a train’s brakes. A short train, sleek like a bullet and displaying the World Tree symbol of Cassell pulled into the station in front of her. A man in a corduroy green uniform and formal top hat stepped out and bowed deeply. “Miss Chu. Your train has arrived.”

“My train?”

“Yes. You have been ruled a preliminary S-Rank hybrid. Therefore, the S-rank train has come to pick you up.” 

She looked at it. It looked to only have two cars, the engine and the passenger car. People were staring at her, wondering who she had to be to get her own train.

Ru’Yi stood up, stunned. She carried herself and her luggage, following the man in the uniform. She stepped into plush surroundings. The train was wood paneled on the interior, full of fresh flowers and potpourri. There was even a bottle of wine waiting for her in the cooler.

She sat down in the red velvet seat, her mind still reeling from her close call and the mysterious man who saved her.

“Can I get you anything else?” The man asked.

“Oh... are there any other hybrids coming today?” She asked.

“Oh, quite a few! But you’re the only S among them.” He gave her a kind smile.

She nodded. “Okay...”

The train took off silently increasing to incredible speed out of  the station. They disappeared into the tunnel, blazing down the usual route all trains took until it split off into its own track, aiming directly for a dense forest specially planted as cover for the route to Cassel College.

The trees were a blur of brown, black and green. She gathered her bags to herself. Her dad and mom had taken this same route and now she was going too. Like generations of Hybrids before her, Ru’Yi would be taking her own journey.

She burst into blinding light and the campus came into view, stately buildings up an artificial hillside split by canals and bridges. She was finally here!

The train squealed to a halt and the doors slid open.

Ru’Yi stood in confusion as hundreds of students milled everywhere, looking down at applications and up at signs pointing them where to go.

She patted her pockets. Right, she would need her application! She pulled the white sheet of paper out. “Please report to professor Miranis in room AB5 of the Hall of Valor...” She said to herself. She turned to walk and look for a sign for the sign of the Hall of Valor. 

She immediately collided with someone, falling backwards.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” came a distraught voice.

Ru’Yi gathered herself up, “It’s okay! Are you okay?” 

The dark haired young man was patting around the ground. His sunglasses were resting nearby him. She quickly gathered them up before someone could step on them.

“Here. Here you are.” She handed them to him. 

He reached out blindly. His eyes were a gorgeous violet hue that Ru’Yi had never seen before, the color of lavender. But they stared blankly into the distance.

He was blind.

She quickly got him to his feet. “Are you looking for Valor Hall?” She asked him.

“Yes. Actually. Can you help me find it?” He laughed a bit nervous. “Sorry for the trouble.”

“Not at all.” She put the glasses in his hand. 

“Someone said it was this way.” 

She looked in the direction he was facing and saw the sign.  “They were right. Are you here by yourself? Shouldn’t someone be with you?” She took his elbow and walked slowly but steadily.

He stammered, panting with exertion. “Well... I mean, yes but... like... it wouldn’t matter really. I have to get used to being blind on my own. It’s... kind of a long story, but ... my Soul Skill allows me to see. Without it, I can’t. They don’t let you use Soul Skills here so.. it’s kinda hopeless.”

“Wait... you could see before you got here?”

“Yes. Well... yes...” He frowned a bit. “I knew my vision would be affected but not this much. “

“Then you can’t read braille or anything? How are you going to study?”

“Books on tape?”

“Oh my goodness.” She put her hand on her face.

“My name’s Tom by the way. Thomas Allman. And you?”

“Chu... Chu Ru’yi.”

“Chu...” He suddenly stopped. “Wait. Chu Ru’Yi? Is your dad Chu Zihang?” His eyes widened.

“Yes...” Ru’Yi sighed. 

“Oh wow! I... I’m so sorry I ran into you but... I’m so happy I ran into you! I’m a big fan!” An excited grin wreathed his face. “I’ve admired him ever since I was little. The unquenchable Golden Pupils!”

Yes, the golden light never left her father’s eyes. It was more of a burden than an asset though. Many people found his eyes terrifying, and for hybrids especially, those eyes had the effect of recalling to their minds the sacred words of the Dark King, Imperium, which gave people the urge to kneel before him. It was an unsettling feeling. Chu Zihang wore sunglasses and contacts to prevent people from feeling discomfort around him.

“See I kind of have the same problem.” Thomas explained.

“What do you mean? Your eyes aren’t yellow.”

“They are when I use my Soul Skill and I use my Soul Skill to see!” He explained.

“Oh... that’s right!”

“I have to wear contacts and sunglasses and things but... the contacts dry my eyes out so bad! Can you ask your dad what he wears? … Which brand?”

“Sure, I can do that.”

He started to blush bright red. “I still can’t believe I met you on my first day. I’m really super lucky!”

Ru’Yi gave a little laugh, unsure of what to say.

[katelinartjoker]

Haven’t made on of these in a while heh.

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50 Shades of Joker! (pt 1)

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(Most of the NSFW will be in part 2 which I’m working on now)

Here you go!

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You walk out of the store with a bright smile on your face after saying thank you to the clerk, who’s still laughing from your conversation. You like the fact that you can make people laugh. Even if they’re just strangers.

You laugh quietly, shaking your head as you put your headphones in and start to walk with a little pep in your step as you listen to your latest favorite song by your all time favorite band, Paradise Lost by The Used. It’s a song that’s got a lot of energy and you can’t help but start to dance and sing along to the lyrics while you’re walking down the street. People give you strange looks as you pass them by but you really don’t care. You’re having the time of your life, feelin’ higher than cloud nine when you turn the corner and suddenly your entire

Maybe it’s because you weren’t paying close enough attention earlier, you were having too much fun, but now you notice someone following you. At least, you think so. You’re pretty sure that’s the same guy that kept looking at you while you were at the store, and you started to panic then but quickly told yourself not to be so paranoid.

You start walking faster. You turn off the music and take out your headphones so you’re aware of your surroundings. Suddenly the van pulls up beside you and a masked man runs up to you and grabs you.

“What the FUCK?! Let me go, asshole!” You scream as he opens the door to the van and climbs in. So many things are racing through your head. So many BAD things. Things you don’t want to think about but you feel like you have to so that you’re somewhat prepared for whatever this fucker is going to do to you.

He still hasn’t said anything. Other than calling you a bitch when you tried to kick him in the nuts. But come on, really? You were pretty justified for it. This strange fuck has the nerve to try and kidnap you, and then has the balls to call you names? He should be happy that he even still has his gonads in the first place, seeing as you were dead set on squashing those dried out raisins as hard as you could but you fucking missed because you never finished your damn taekwondo class. Damnit. Maybe all of this really was all your fault... but NO! No way in hell!

“Get me the FUCK OUTTA HERE, buddy!” You scream at him again.

“Sure thing, the sooner I get rid of ya, the better!” He says, and picks you up, throwing you roughly over his shoulder and starts walking down a dark corridor. The pain is excruciating, but you’re trying to distract yourself.

“Aahhh, so the asshole does have a mouth, or is it still the same hole? Tell me, do you shit where you eat, turd biscuit?!” You chuckle, laughing at your own lame joke. Probably not the best thing to say to a guy who sounds like he’s gonna kill you, but hey, if that’s the case, you might as well have a little bit of fun before you’re impending doom.

“I’ll tell ya one thing, lady, my mouth is way cleaner than yours! I probably shouldn’t even be callin’ you a lady, after all the filth that came from your pretty lips.” He says, bringing you into a room and throwing you onto a bed. A bed. Fuck. No. NO! This is NOT HAPPENING! You would rather DIE than have that idiot touch you. But... what... what do you do?!

“Aw, well thanks for the compliment, Limp Dick!” You start laughing uncontrollably, sounding like a maniac, mostly because you’re panicking and you think you’re losing you’re mind. Hopefully this guy doesn’t like taking advantage of the crazy ladies. Who knows. But you were going to do whatever you could to get out of here, and if that wouldn’t work, you were going to make sure he didn’t enjoy himself like he was planning to.

“Jesus, you’re crazy. No wonder he likes you!” The guy says and starts walking to the door. Wait.. what did he just say?

“Who? Who are you talking about?” You ask him, still struggling to sit up straight. You have an idea, but... that... that would be crazy!

“You know who! Don’t play games, lady. The two of you were meant for each other! Anyway, I’ve done what he told me to do. Now I guess you just gotta wait until he comes to see you. Part of me is curious to find out what the hell a guy like that finds interesting in the bedroom. But the smarter part is telling me to get the hell outta here while I still can. Oh well. Enjoy your night with the Joker, lady! Hope you survive it!” He says and wobbles his way out of the room.

“Joker...” you say, an excited smile spreading across your face. Even saying his name feels intoxicating on your lips. You take a deep breath. You were right. This was all set up by Joker. You know you’d discussed this of thing with him before but... neither of you officially made any kind of agreement. Then again, this is Joker you’re talking about. He’s never been the kind of guy that does things by the book.

You lie back down and try to calm yourself, but as the panic and fear subside, you get excited by all the thoughts of what he’s going to do to you.

You don’t have to wait long, though, because you can hear the door opening, and footsteps walking casually across the floor.

Your entire body tenses, you hold your breath, and you can feel your heart about to burst from your chest.

He doesn’t say anything, but you know it’s him. You can just sense him, smell him. You recognize the way he moves his body around, or the way he breaths.

And then you hear him laugh quietly to himself, and oh god, did it make you want him more than ever. You could feel your lady parts pulsating and soaking up your panties. You started moving your hips up and down, gasping for air and wishing he would just hurry the fuck up and get over here already! But you didn’t want to say anything. You didn’t want to run his good night to what was probably yet another bad day.

No, you were going to let him do whatever he wanted, at the exact time he wished to do so. You’d let him take all the time in the world, even if you ended up wriggling in a puddle of your own juices, whimpering his name, in desperate need of his attention.

Yes. This was his night, and you were his choice of entertainment.

He begins to hum to the tune of “That’s Life,” and you smile as the sound of his voice travels across your body. You feel your body start to move, swaying back and forth, almost like you’re dancing to his music.

The sound of his voice gets louder as he walks closer to you, and finally you can sense him standing over you. He takes a deep breath and you feel his hand on the top of your head, running down through your thick hair. You try not to show just how much you need him right now, but it’s almost impossible.

“Hey there, pretty little thing,” he said with a laugh as he moved his hand to your face. Caressing your cheek and running his fingers down to your lips. “I hope you’re ready for what I have planned for us.”

Oh, god YES! You squirmed just a little bit as you heard him speak, even the anticipation was getting you all hot and bothered.

“And what is that, exactly? Do I get to know? Or are you gonna surprise me?” You ask him in a seductive tone as you bite your lower lip and stare into his gorgeous eyes with a seductive look on your face. You could tell he absolutely loved it.

“Well I can’t spoil all the fun now, can I?” He said while he started to tie your wrists to the bed frame, taking extra care of your delicate skin as he continued humming softly. “Let’s just say I’ve been planning this for a while, making sure I got every detail just right.”

“Well I wouldn’t expect anything less from you,” you said as you giggled and squirmed under him. You giggled once he tied your arms and legs to the bed frame, and took a step back to admire you. Suddenly you felt extremely nervous, which would make sense, considering how helpless and exposed you were now that he’s got you right where he wants you. He could see all of you, every single inch. No wonder he had such a big smile on his face.

“Like what you see?” You ask while staring up at him, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“You have no idea, kitten,” he said, staring back at you with his mesmerizing green eyes filled with lust. “You really are something else.”

“Well come and get me, Joker,” you said, biting your lower lip. Neither of you could contain yourselfs anymore. He threw the keys to the handcuffs on the table beside the bed and crawled up to you. You watched his painted face and green hair come closer ever so slowly. Paying close attention to that red smile that seemed to be growing bigger by the minute.

“Oh, Kitten,” he exhaled slowly and ran his hand through his hair before grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. “There are so many things going through my mind, I don’t even know where to begin!”

(to be continued)

[xchaosandmagic]

Moments. A Handon Story.

Written for my best friend (@naturesloopholed) for our discord verse with prompts from https://sentence-prompts.tumblr.com/. Prompts are both in italics and bold print.

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Hope has a lot of moments in her life that she remembers. Good moments and bad moments. Moments.

Moments she wants to remember forever, moments she wishes she could just forget.

Funerals and parties and fights.

Moments of joy and moments of sorrow. Moments.

Some of her favorite moments are with her family, some with her friends, and some with him.

Out of everyone she shared moments of her life with, the moments she spent with him were the most varied. Most of them were happy, but there was a lot of sad ones and frustrating ones too.

As she stood there, dressed in black, screaming out at the wind, their moments together flashed through her mind.

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She reminded him of a lightning storm, beautiful but dangerous. He told her that once, right after they’d made love. She was pregnant and knew it, but hadn’t told him yet. They were in love, but that was yet another secret that was kept tucked away at this moment.

There was a bit of sunlight creeping in through the window, highlighting the red in her auburn hair, making his green eyes shine bright.

She was curled in his arms, partially laying on her stomach and staring up at his face. He was laying on his back, his shoulders and head propped up by the pillows against the headboard. He drew absentminded shapes on her skin, heart and swirls and stars.

“You remind me of a lightning storm.” He told her, looking at her lips before bringing his eyes up to meet hers, only to find her frowning at him. “Beautiful, but dangerous.”

She grinned, of course she would, both of those words were compliments to her. “Well thank you very much, Mr. Kirby.” She told him before shifting so she was sitting alongside him, she kissed his cheek. “I have to go now, I’m meeting my aunt Bekah for brunch.”

“Have fun with that.” Landon smiled softly at her, cupping her cheek to bring her in for a soft and slow kiss.

“Mmm.” Hope hummed when he pulled back, her eyes staying shut for a moment before only opening halfway. “Keep doing that and I might forget about brunch completely.”

“And then your aunt will know we were...you know.” Landon replied, his cheeks flushing slightly.

“So? I’m a big girl.” Hope told him, despite still being a month from turning 18. “My aunts both know that I do what I want.”

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“No I’m not being creepy! I’m staring at you with a sketchbook. That’s universally deemed uncreepy.” Hope had told him one afternoon as they sat in the park, Landon playing his guitar and writing down a few unspoken words here and there, they must’ve sounded good with the chords in his head or something.

“You are being creepy, Hope.” Landon chuckled at her, not looking up from his notebook. “You are silently staring at me.”

“With a sketchbook.” Hope reminded, speaking slowly to make a point. “And if you would pay a little more attention to me, maybe I wouldn’t seem so creepy.”

“I am paying attention to you.” Landon finally met her eyes. His seemed bright, and happy. She made a mental note about that, reminding herself of how she could always tell his emotions by how his eyes looked.

“You haven’t said two words in the last half an hour.” Hope pointed out, it might have seemed like she was trying to start a fight if she hadn’t been smiling.

“I’m trying to write a beautiful ballad about your beauty.” Landon tried to say it with a straight face but failed miserably, he was writing her a love song but how he said it made it sound so corny.

Hope laughs softly and pushed him backwards, grabbing his guitar and setting it off to the side, along with her sketchbook, before she leaned down and kissed him.

Landon stared up at her like she held the stars in her eyes. “You know there are kids around, right? This just makes us both seem creepy.” 

Hope laughed and swatted his arm lightly. “You can be such an asshole, Landon Kirby.” She was teasing him. They hardly ever had real fights, or at least not over stupid and petty stuff like this.

“Hmmm...Can I? I did not know this.” Landon joked sarcastically back, sitting up when she finally stopped leaning over him. “So you have my attention, what now?” He asked, his eyes shining even more, if that was even possible.

“I’m pregnant.” The words fall out of her mouth before she can stop them, and she feels a tightness in her chest, a new fear falling over her suddenly. What if he was upset? What if he decided he didn’t love her anymore? Or that he didn’t want the baby? They could very easily get rid of the baby girl.

“You...are pregnant…” Landon said slowly, the shock evident on his face and in his voice. “Well, I always dreamed of us having kids together, of course I thought we’d be older, but we can do this...right?” Landon asked, an unsureness in his voice.

Hope smiled at him and nodded. “We can.” She said softly, reaching out to take his hand in her. “Together.”

“I just hope our child isn’t as creepy as you are.” Landon grinned at her after saying that.

Hope gasped, a small giggle escaping her lips. “You are such a jerk!” She shrieked at him, pushing him back down and kissing him.

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“If I didn’t love you, I’d beat your ass for that.” She’s angry because he put himself in harms way, but he was only trying to protect her and their baby from getting hurt, and he always comes back.

“Phoenix, remember? I die, I come back.” Landon said, looking up at her from the pile of ash they he had yet to fully stand out of.

“But what if one time you don’t come back?” Hope was obviously very emotional and scared, maybe it was from the hormones or maybe it was because she was honestly scared.

Landon was quick to get up and go to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him. “That won’t happen.” He whispered reassuringly.

“You don’t know that.” Hope said quietly, her head resting on his chest as she cried softly.

Landon rubbed her back. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t bear the idea of something happening to you or our baby.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Well can you do that without dying?” Hope begged, if she wasn’t still so scared she would hate how weak she sounded. But it was him, and she didn’t mind him seeing her weak, as long as no one else did.

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But this was one moment she wanted to forget. Because, now came the saddest part of any relationship, the goodbye.

He was wrong. It did happen. He died and didn’t come back. A phoenix doesn’t have many weaknesses, but there was one. And one weakness was all it took. Gold. More specifically, a golden tipped arrow straight to the heart.

He was dead and not coming back. Stone cold. Pale. Lifeless.

And Hope never felt such pain before. Not when she lost her mother, not when she lost her father, not eve when she thought she had lost their baby girl. This was different. It was like someone completely ripped her heart out. He was her soulmate, she was more convinced of that in his death than she ever had been when he was alive.

She blamed herself, even though it wasn’t really her fault.

A supernatural headhunter, someone who had a kill list that contained one of every supernatural being on it, except for a phoenix. Which he got right before Hope proceeded to rip his beating heart from his chest. That gave her a small sense of gratification when she plunged her hand into his chest, hearing and feeling how his heartbeat quickened at the knowledge that he would soon die. She took pleasure in ripping it from his chest. Screaming out as she clutched it, crushing it as the headhunter’s body fell to the ground.

She stood there a moment before screaming, dropping the heart as she fell to her knees in the October mud. They were out enjoying a beautiful day with their little girl. Enjoying the early fall weather, it was crisp but not cold.

He would never see his daughter grow up.

The day of the funeral, the temperature dropped and a sudden wind chill came in. Hope, as the young widow, had to go to the funeral even if all she wanted to do was stay home and cuddle her baby. She left Addy with Rebekah for the day, deeming it too cold for the almost three year to be out.

All throughout the funeral, she held it together. Didn’t shed a tear the entire time, forcing herself to just keep it together.

She stayed until everyone else left, staring at the casket at the head of the church, she had insisted on his having a proper funeral. And a proper grave, so that Addy could visit his grave.

Hope didn’t know that Lizzie had stayed behind to make sure she was okay, not until the blonde followed her out of the church. “You can’t just hold it in like that.”

“He’s gone, like really gone, Liz.” The raw emotion in Hope’s voice was almost enough to make Lizzie break down in sobs.

“You need to grieve, there’s nothing wrong with grieving, go ahead and let it out.”

Hope was silent for a moment before screaming and letting her magic wreak havoc on the ground and trees in front of her, her scream quickly turned into a wail, and she stopped her magical assault on the trees as she fell to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Lizzie was at her side as fast as the siphoner could be, dropping to her knees beside her friend, not caring that her white tights might be ruined by mud or dirt or torn up by twigs. She carefully pulled Hope into her arms as the tribrid sobbed.

Hope clung to her friend like the blonde was a liferaft, keeping her from drowning or drifting away. Like Lizzie was the only thing currently tying her to life.

“You’re not alone.” Lizzie whispered to her, holding on to the auburn haired widow. “You are not alone, Hope.” She placed a kiss to the crown of her best friend’s head and held her until they absolutely had to get up to go to the burial spot.

Lizzie walked beside Hope through the cemetery, watching as the pallbearers carried Landon’s casket to the grave sight. If it hadn’t been for the blonde, Hope might’ve collapsed and not been able to walk to the grave.

“Goodbye my love.” Hope whispered, tears brimming her eyes as she took a handful of dirt in her hand, letting it fall into the grave as Lizzie squeezed her other hand and Rafael gently rubbed her shoulder, both trying to offer her their support.

The end.

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