#and i blindly stepped on the ride with no clue where it was taking me. But omg when it started i was sat.

[sophistired18]

No one talk to me. I fell in love.

[svndaysaweek]

Aftermath — {Feat. Kazuha}

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A/N: After math is science. Hope y'all like this one too,, Also thanks to everyone for 200 followers and big big support on e^(iπ)+1=0!! I hope I've improved a little. Inclined words are scientific terms so google it if look unfamiliar!!(Certainly will help you understand this)

Tag: Science (?), Loving sex, creampie

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The ride's finally over. Even before you turn the car off she eagerly hops off. Kazuha opens the door for you.

"Zuha–Owff!"

Now she hops on your arms.

You are suddenly burdened with her body, but not the weight. As if she is violating the law of universal gravitation. Although you weigh her much more than the Earth you two are stepping on—in fact Kazuha isn't—this time Earth just lets her go.

"Carry me inside,"

That famous position—arms around your neck, both legs on your arms, face right in front of yours—and that cliché progress, which is to carry the girl inside and then make love. You follow just that, but with a kiss it's clicheic no more.

You were wrong then, to allege that Kazuha violates the law of universal gravity. You are now pulled into an absorbing kiss, like the light and a black hole, like an apple and the Earth. A kiss that does nothing less than force your eyes shut.

Almost blindly you open the main door to enter her house.

"Which one?"

You detach from the kiss and gaspingly ask her.

"First,"

Inertia—Newton's first law. There's no turning back from here. Even if there's extrinsic force it's from Kazuha, and it only adds positive acceleration to you.

You open the first door you see as told, carry Kazuha to the bed and toss her onto it. Accelerated, you hastily take your shirt off. Kazuha successfully gets rid of your pants and boxers while you take your bare torso out.

A supernova itself—a breathtaking explosion to leave the core only. Kazuha takes her own clothes off, to leave the cruelty of her body only. As she brings her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra, you stop it.

"Let me,"

Chest unlocked.

Without anything to hinder the observation, you now get an immaculate visual on the pulsar. Heat beaming in tandem with her heartbeat is the clue notifying you of her anticipation.

Then the formation of a black hole—your hands are driven wildly toward those breasts. This close to her beautiful mounds, time doesn't make sense. You touch eternity, immortality, permanency, to tip yourself over the event horizon, into oblivion.

Her hot breath steams your face up, and you feel the ultimate need to devour her tits. The inclination to Kazuha's breasts is far above scientific explanation.

It's a lunar globe, you would say, faced with how her spit-glistening tits reflect the dim moonlight. Not so big, not too small. One in your mouth, another grabbed firmly by your hand. You thoroughly clean them both by dirtying them with your saliva, which is flooding with your instinctive intention full of filth.

"Baby, I need you down here."

Kazuha takes your hand softly down to her hot crotch. Her both pairs of lips have their energy right on you. You kneel on the floor to find her gushing core. Kazuha eyes you approval with her lower lip tucked in by her teeth.

Newton's third law—action and reaction. Your tongue presses on her third nub to draw such a raw response. An agonizingly addictive taste blesses your nerves, as Kazuha makes a wild reaction to the electric action you take. She pulls you in and she is definitely being pulled in, too.

Even the slightest actions of your tongue make her reactions go crazy. Her squirming even almost feels like struggle not to reach the wanted high—or the opposite.

"Fuck, baby just like that…It's so good,"

Like the Moon orbiting around the Earth. Like the Earth rotating around the Sun. Your tongue draws an imperfect circle around the very centre of her system. Not too far, not too close—you've found the Goldilocks Zone on her clit.

And as you remember, Goldilocks Zone is where liquid water can exist–

"Haa, I-I'm cumming…!"

Kazuha herself proves it, as she proudly waters your face with her cum. Ironically it tastes fatal. You lap up the remnant of her godly liquid, readying to truly fuck her.

You detach your mouth from her pussy and raise your hand to wipe your mouth but, no.

"Give me a taste,"

She holds your arm from going further and calls you in for a kiss, a wet one. Kazuha needily licks over your mouth with a long, low, satisfied moan, which turns you on too much to let her continue.

So you challenge her.

"Mmm…"

During the kiss you bring your dick to her waiting pussy and rub it on her entrance, collecting the wetness needed. Kazuha's arms slowly lock behind your neck, simultaneously with her legs around your hips.

She bites your lower lip, pleading you to push inside her.

"Mmm–!"

As you smoothly push in your cock, her animalistic response hits back.

Kazuha's entire body is becoming an undeniable proof that Earth is round: Her tongue curls inside your mouth, around yours. Her back arcs upward to form a sexy curve you can't unsee. Just like what Magellan did, you could wrap your arms around her body.

There's only space for you to fill up, but you are pulling back—same reason why Mars retrograde occurs, how heliocentrism was invented. Nothing in the universe works straight, not even light. Things curl, get absorbed, go back, and those are the most basic, the most natural things to happen, even when written rules carry straightness only.

(Besides, to such a perfection of a body, who wouldn't dare to break the rules?)

You gradually up the pace of your pistoning, in the second time of asking—Newton's second law: F=ma. With your accelerated, massive cock making love inside Kazuha, she is forced to cum.

And you've experienced it so, so many times. Tachyon flies slower than you, as you travel back to every night you shared with Kazuha. You are fucking her until time runs backwards, not giving even the slightest bit of fuck to the theory of relativity—actually, you are giving all the fuck to Kazuha right now.

Oh, Be A Fine Girl, Kiss Me. Kazuha's lips always remind you of this phrase. You can't just let them stay idle. She already came once so the main sequence starts now. Like protons undergoing nuclear fission, you two in bed are tangled, synthesized, fused into one—into a totally new individual.

"Come on, baby. You need to cum, too."

Your body that once was over Kazuha's is now reversed and under hers, but again, you feel no weight at all. Like she is the light itself.

With almost no mass, she feels light—maybe that's why it was named that. That however, is not the only reason you compare Kazuha to the light.

The horny side of Kazuha, sexy, hot, wet and curvy. That's a wave. The lovely side of Kazuha, on the other hand, cozy, comfy, cheerful and straight. That's a particle, a photon. The duality you love, you adore. Whenever you notice the deviant changes in her eyes in bed it enlightens you, makes you wonder what her real nature is—that's what even Einstein wouldn't be able to discover, of course.

"God, Zuha… You–"

You bring your hands to her ass to start your thrusts, but then Kazuha stops you by pressing your arms down on the bed.

"Let me."

Hypnotized, you let your arms down in compliance with her direction. She then puts her hands on your heaving chest, readying herself to start riding you.

"I can feel your heart,"

You too. Your head is thumping loudly at your heartbeat, as if your brains are now working as another blood pump. And Kazuha raises its rate so easily.

"How does it feel?"

You ask, putting your hands softly on hers, on your chest.

"I don't know,"

The last thing you see is Kazuha's divine smile, before your eyes are forced shut by her sudden tightness descending to the base of your cock.

You feel her fingers dig into your chest as she gradually accelerates the speed of her ride.

"You, maybe."

You smile and look at her. What a cheesy girl, you think to yourself. And at the same time the lust-filled look on her face is so cute—opposed to what's going on down there.

"Baby…"

Kazuha breathes out her word then halts.

"Go ahead,"

You give her the knowing smile.

"I love you."

Yes. Love. Love is the only correct word to be spoken right now.

Because, as always, you feel how wonderful, how powerful it is. Within just a night you've witnessed so many examples of how easily love ignores laws of physics like they're nothing.

After saying that she never loses eye contact with you as she almost hazardously rides you out. Her tightness is fatal, fatal enough to vitalize your throbbing dick inside.

"I'm close, Zuha… Keep going,"

She knows you are. You try to sit up to kiss her but her arms sternly deny it.

Let me make you cum, her eyes tell you.

You can just stay there, let me serve you, her lips whisper.

Let me pay your love back, Kazuha's love speaks for itself.

You can even hear it, as your ears go numb. You see the ecstasy itself, as your eyes slam shut. You breathe loving words out, as you stop breathing.

"Zuha, I'm cumming…!"

You grab on her ass and begin to pour your seed into her.

"Go on, baby. You deserve it."

Kazuha doesn't stop grinding on you for a little more until you ease down completely. She then climbs down and lies beside you.

That is when you again admire her presence. Her black hair, dark enough to absorb any light except herself. Her blushed face and even redder lips perfecting the angelic façade of hers. Her perky breasts heaving up and down to indicate the intensity of the love between you two. Her toned, tight abs, wet crotch and both silky legs that are on yours.

How did I even end up next to this girl?

She deserves much more love than I can possibly give her.

"Zuha, I–"

Lack of strength out of the aftermath haze blocks you.

"Go ahead,"

This time she throws a knowing smile back to you.

You can only laugh at this moment. Kazuha being such a perfect partner, you can't help but say–

"I love you, Zuha."

Beside her is the best place on the planet, you could proudly announce.

You look at her in awe, and she turns her head to you with a grin.

"What, wanna go for another round?"

[hischeapcigar]

strawberries and cigarettes part 2

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader 

Part: 1 2 3 4

Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most  

Word count: 4.1k 

Warning: none except your father is a bit deranged so maybe that's all, and a little angst  🚬

a/n: it was supposed to be cute little one shot but i think it's gonna be series lolol. reblogs and comments are appreciated. love you mwah. AND OMG thankyouuuuu all who showed love to the first part but as a gift I got some angst oops. 🍓🍓

“What place?” you were confused,    

“Y’gonna love it, trus’ me” a small smirk growing in the corner of his lips   

-  

The rest of the ride was silent, unlike your mind. And probably unlike Joel's too. He was nervous as if this was gonna fix what he damaged.  

You were hyper aware of the situation; it was the first time ever that you and Joel were alone without anyone passing by. It was dark with the truck’s headlights pouring light on the road ahead.   

You should be scared, you should be unsure, you shouldn’t trust him. But you do. You feel safe, you feel warm, you feel protected.   

There’s only anxiety about the unknown place you’re headed, about the things that Joel’s gonna talk to you about. While you were still contemplating, knowing Joel would turn the wheels if you told him to, but a part of you, the bigger part of you, wanted to listen him out.  

Joel was silent beside you, and you were looking out the window. It was a different area, you had never been there before. It was almost laughable how blindly you trusted Joel that you let him take you anywhere. You knew you’d follow, even your broken heart didn’t matter.   

Why did the universe have to put you in such a position? Your dad dislikes him so much that you can’t even look at Joel in the presence of your dad. It was too painful. Just a small fight over a stupid job, that did not even include you, was pulling you away from Joel.  

Joel took a turn in between two wheat fields, the rain hadn’t slowed down, or the wind was too strong. The field was illuminated by the faint moonlight. He drove between the fields until it opened to a boundless empty field accompanied by a small hut in the middle.   

Joel parked a little distance away from the fence surrounding the hut. There was a yellow bulb lit outside the small shed. You had not a single clue why you were here in the middle of nowhere. You hadn’t even let your parents know but they still hadn’t called so it was safe till’ now, you guessed.  

Joel calmly pulled you out of your thoughts, “We’re here”  

You still looked around, not sure what exactly what you were looking for,   

And as if Joel read your thoughts,   

“I- uh, well this is my friend’s place,” he scratched the back of his head, nervous,” he showed me ‘round and well if it wasn't rainin, ya woulda adored it-”   

He paused abruptly, taking in the confused look etched on your face not knowing where this was going,   

“Can you give me minute,” he asked, not really seeking your affirmation because he was already opening the lock to his door,   

“No! Joel-” he opened the door, wind spraying rainwater inside the car as he got out, quickly shutting it  

 “Joel!” Panic settled in your body as you watched him cross the truck and walk further on the left. He took a big step, obviously stepping over border, but it was dark enough to see what laid there   

You watched him, his hair ruffling with the wind, he bent down and did God knows what. He sat there for a few more minutes as if plucking something before he got up and ran his way back.   

You were prepared to scold him for his reckless behavior, but the words fell short as soon as he got in the car, surprisingly he wasn't dripping wet like you expected. Your eyes were wide, not because of his state but what he held in his hands.   

Strawberries   

“Joel-” you spoke softly, eyeing the strawberries in his hands  

You hastily produced a tissue from your purse, placing the strawberries between both of you.  

He just looked at you with adoration, a streak of water falling from his hair down to his face, smile ghosting over his lips   

Suddenly you looked up at him, displaying small frown, “you can’t just go out like that, it’s dark and raining and what if-”  

“‘s mostly the wind not the rain, and ‘m just tryna make it up to you, darlin” he sighed as your eyes locked  

Darling   

It slipped off his tongue before he could stop himself, surprising both you and himself. Both staring at each other with eyes slightly wide.   

You closed your eyes, supporting your head on the headrest, suddenly remembering why you were there at first place,   

The flashbacks playing over in your mind. Instantly, you realize that you're sitting with the man who broke your heart a week ago. Disappeared without explanation, leaving you to worry about the worst. The way you cried your heart out when you missed him at night, or how you had to keep your voice from shaking every time a coworker asked you about Joel. How you had to resist the urge to go up to Sarah and ask her about her dad.   

You opened your eyes again, they were glossy and held so much pain, that Joel winced internally. You shifted your gaze to the window behind him, watching the droplets of water falling. The rain had eased off  

“I-” he wanted to comfort you, but he forgot every sentence he practiced of his monologue,   

“Why?” you asked, barely a whisper, bringing your eyes up to meet his again. Guilt was flowing in his warm brown eyes.   

“Your father showed up at my house, he uh-” unable to choose the right words, but there were no right words, “he gave me a black eye” he shrugged, letting out a dry chuckle,   

Eyes wide, your mouth opened and closed like a fish, not knowing what to say, but Joel beat you to it,   

“The day after he showed up at the cafe, I went to your place, to resolve things with him once and for all, brought wine an’ all, but he wasn’t home so I told your mom to give him my message,” he formed air quotes “‘let’s start off again and put the past in the past’”  

“He showed up at night, screaming at me, grabbing my collar, threatening me not to be around you. That if I was seen ‘round ya, he would make it miserable, make you leave the job and ground you-”   

You couldn't believe your ears. If you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t accept Joel’s words. But you did. You knew what your dad was capable of.   

“-I tried to tell him that you were a grown up and completely capable of making your own choices and that’s when he,” Joel mimicked punching his face   

“Black eye”   

Your throat was dry as you tried to adjust to the new information, tears welling up in your eyes  

He showed up at my place to make peace with a maniac like dad for my sake. Knowing damn well how dad is, knowing dad beat up a man on the counter only because he wasn't working fast enough, Joel still tried to give him a chance.  

 He got beaten up because of you.   

For you.  

He avoided the cafe because of you.   

For you  

You were ashamed. Guilt-ridden. You felt responsible.  

You tried to find your voice, to keep the tears at bay, to tell him how much you’re sorry,  

“Joel I-” even you couldn't recognize your voice, so small, like you had a barbed wire tightened around your throat.    

He took a deep breath, “look I'm only tellin’ you all this, so y’know the reasons why I did what I did, I’m sorry I left without lettin’ ya know but, I-” he sighed, “I’m sorry,”   

After all that happened, after he took a hit for you, he’s the one still sorry?   

Your vision was glossy, Joel’s figure was nothing but a blur. You blinked and tears broke through your eyes, falling freely down your cheeks,   

Joel didn’t see your silent tears, too busy avoiding eye contact until you whimpered ever so softly, and his eyes shot up at your frame; shaking your head, looking down, tears staining your cheeks. You lifted your hands to wipe but he was quicker,   

“Hey, hey sweetheart, don't cry, don't cry” he whispered as he gently cradled your face and wiped the tears with his thumb. His other hand supported his weight as he slightly inclined his body towards you.   

You would've frozen at the close intimacy, at the feeling of his warm skin on yours, but the information in your head was haunting.   

You leaned in his hand without thinking, letting yourself find calm in his warmth,  

“Should’ve told me, Joel-” your words were muffled, your throat was tightened, you were disgusted with your own father, “-woulda fought him,”   

“No, no, I wouldn’t let you,” he shushed you, wiping every fresh string of tears, your hand holding his wrist.   

You looked up at him, Joel thought he could stop breathing, your eyes carried a storm of guilt and sadness mixed with anger   

“Woulda told him you weren’t at fault” your voice was still small though the tears had ceased.  

He bought you closer, resting your forehead on his.   

“Listen to me darlin’, it woulda caused more trouble. He hates me already. Imagine seeing his daughter defend the same man? Watcha think he’d do? Hmm?”   

“He’d kill me” he said a bit dramatically, widening his eyes, obtaining a sniff followed by a chuckle out of you, his favorite sound in the whole world.   

You shook your head as you pulled away, you sat back in the seat, back against the window, body facing Joel’s who was mirroring your position.   

You both sat there facing each other, strawberries in between both of you. He cocked his head, urging you to grab a strawberry, you reached and grabbed one. You took a bite, and it erupted in your mouth. It was so sweet and juicy that you took the whole strawberry in your mouth.   

You opened your eyes to see Joel looking back at you with admiration, you were flustered under his gaze.   

“It wasn’t washed, y’know?” he said   

“What do you mean, rain didn’t wash it?” You shot back, reaching for another one after Joel took his.   

A moment of silence as you both ate strawberries  

Joel took out the packet of cigarettes from his pocket, putting one between his lips before lighting it up. He rolled the window down to save you both from exhaustion. He exhaled out, and God did he look so divine covered in smoke.  

“So,” you broke the silence, “what do we do?” you gestured towards the both of you. Before you extended your hand for Joel to hand you the cigarette,  

I don't share my cigs. He wanted to say, but he passed it wordlessly, as he watched you put your lips on the cigarette, something stirring in him watching you like that,  

He sighed, “I don't know, I mean I tried talkin’, didn’t work, and uh, I really don't wanna let ya go, not again, it was hella depressin”   

“Can we meet somewhere else?” you suggested   

“This could be our place; we could meet at nighttime if that’s okay for you-”   

“It is. It is” you assured him. Because your parents didn’t care enough to note the time you return home, judging by the fact they still hadn’t called, like usual.   

“You sure?” he hesitated, but you knew he was only looking out for you  

“Yes Joel, I mean it’s only a couple of months before I move to Los Angeles, once I move out, they won’t dictate me, I can choose who I spend my time with,” you nodded as you dragged another hit, passing it to Joel.  

 before I move to Los Angeles  

 before I move to Los Angeles  

 before I move to Los Angeles  

His brain stopped working after those words left your mouth, but he tried his best to recover. It had only been a few weeks since you both started seeing each other. There wasn't even any label to your relationship, still it tugged at his heart.   

He didn’t let any emotion give him away and just hummed in response, taking puffs from the cigarette  

You both sat there, munching on strawberries and taking turns with cigarettes. His truck was filled with the fruity aroma and smoke, along with the faint, musky, earthy smell of rain.   

“Ready to go back?” he asked  

No. I want to spend the night with you while I can.   

 You nodded, “yes,”   

You sat back, facing the windshield,   

—------  

The next night he showed up at the cafe, a few minutes before your closing call. You quickly wound up and locked the doors. He was leaning against his truck just like the night before. You walked up to him, he pushed himself up and met you halfway.   

He hesitantly held your waist; he was unsure if he could greet you the same way after the distance. But when you didn’t pull away, he wrapped his arms around you, your arms flew around his neck.   

He nuzzled his face in your neck, inhaling deeply your scent. You shivered at the closeness, engulfed in his musky smell of cigarette and whisky. Something like home. Something natural. Something real.   

There was something so intimate about this. Enveloped in his big arms in the dark, when no one is looking at you.  

You both stayed there caged in each other's arms before you pulled away. Joel helped you get in before he got in.   

Getting in the vehicle, he drove to the same spot but this time you both got out of the truck to see the small garden of strawberry vines.   

Joel followed you, a small blanket in his hand which he laid out in the mud beside the garden. He sat down, extending his hand for you to take, which you gladly did.   

Joel looked so beautiful in the faint light of streetlights and the yellow bulb of the small hut nearby. Under the starry sky, surrounded by cool breeze and no one else. You could be yourself again, just like you did in those moments in the cafe with Joel. Though this was better, away from prying eyes.   

You both sat across from each other as Joel lit the cigarette and passed it to you before taking a drag.   

Your heart danced as you saw him pass the cigarette without you asking. Your lips wrapping around where his were.   

“How long before your closing shift ends?” he asked   

You exhaled the smoke, “next week” you replied,  

He hummed  

“How’s Sarah's school? Haven't talked to her in a while…” you inquired  

“‘S okay, exams comin up, gettin stressed,” he puffed out the smoke, before asking, “how’s everything in the cafe?”   

You both talked for hours about his friend owning fields, about the weather, about cows, smoked a few cigarettes together, content in each other’s company.   

Before it was midnight, you both cleaned the mess and got back in his truck. Drive back was silent but Joel’s thoughts were loud,   

 before I move to Los Angeles  

He wanted to ask you what the relationship meant to you but always bit his tongue.   

before I move to Los Angeles  

He shook his head to get rid of the aching thought, grabbing your attention.  

“You okay, Joel?” you had Joel tattooed in your brain. You were always thinking about him, he made the flowers, in your chest, bloom.   

His head remained still, no, the thought of you leaving is eating me alive. What do I mean to you? What does this mean to you? He knew if he looked at you, he’d come undone  

“Yes, of course sweetheart,” his heart warming at you worrying about him  

Your eyes fell to his hand gripping the steering wheel so tight, you were scared he could pull it out. The free hand on his lap was slightly trembling.   

You knew something was bothering him, but you knew better than to push him. But you wished he’d let you in completely,  

Carefully, you approached his free hand on his lap, tracing your index finger on the side before covering his big hand with your petite one.   

You held your breath, waiting for him to pull away,  

Head spinning to the connected hands, his breath hitched. He felt goosebumps running down his spine.  He felt like he couldn’t move, like if he took one wrong move, this all would shatter.   

With calculated breaths, he calmed his body down and carefully turned his palm around, interlacing your fingers with his.   

You let out a small sigh of relief, as you peeked at him. Both his hands were at ease, there was a ghost of a smile dancing at his lips. His lips. They looked so plump, you wondered how it would be like to just kiss him? Just have his lips on your own.   

You wanted to reach out and turn his head and kiss him.  

You just wished the ride would never end, but of course like waking up from a good dream,  

 He parked at a distance from your house to be safe from nosey neighbors. You pulled back your hand, immediately missing the warmth. He watched you as you unbuckle the seatbelt, you looked up at him,   

“Same time, tomorrow?” you asked   

Can I kiss you? His heart was screaming. Unintentionally his gaze fell to your lips, and he physically resisted himself to jump out the car, grab your face and kiss you.   

He closed his eyes tightly, nodding,  

“Same time, tomorrow.”   

He stayed until he was sure you made it to your house safely.  

-  

The next week went like this. He picked you from the cafe to the haven as you’d like to call it, smoked a cigarette or two, plucked a strawberry or two, talked for hours, and dropped you back home.   

Somedays you would pack a small pastry, or cupcake or any snack for Joel that you would share in the night.    

On your way back, his hand would silently make its way over to you, so you could interlace your fingers.  

-  

It was the first day of your morning shift in the cafe. The day was usual, except that you met Sarah after a long time. You packed a butter vanilla pancake for Joel and handed it to Sarah.   

You were home by evening. Your dad had thrown a tantrum about some guy in work, how he was not the ‘right person for the job’, but you felt bad for the unknown man. You locked yourself in your room, daydreaming about long nights with Joel.   

Nighttime fell, you were nervous as to how you would leave your house. Daylight was too risky for the haven, so you had to stick with the nighttime. The clock strikes 11:30 and your phone chimed, it was Joel,  

J- “I’m here”   

You ran to your window to see the silhouette of Joel getting out of the car at the corner of the street. You put on your shoes and rushed downstairs. Your parents had already gone to their bedroom, and you had a clear way out. Adrenaline rushed in your veins, it was thrilling to be this old and sneaking like a high school girl.   

You walked up to him but instead of falling into each other’s embrace, he opened the door for you right away, eyes skimming around for any creeping neighbors.  

And the routine began again. Talk, smoke, eat, leave and of course silent small touches during the drives.  

Each night you both silently fight your inner selves, keeping yourselves from reaching out to the other and stealing a kiss. Each night he stared at your lips when you weren't looking and you stared at his’ when he looked away 

-  

The next day, you were busy with orders when Sarah showed up with a box in her hand which she placed on the counter,   

“For you,” she smiled her cheeky smile  

You raised your brows as you reached for the small box, “what do we have here?” you started unpacking it  

“You know Mrs. Ivy, right? she visited us last night, dad wasn’t home, said he had something important to do,” you bit the small smile that crept up to your lips, he was with me, “she was obviously very disappointed, so she left the cake,”   

You hummed and nodded to her explanation as she continued, “I told dad about it the morning, he saw it was strawberry flavored, so he packed half of it for you,” you swore your face was dipped in a shade of scarlet color, your heart fluttered at the act  

You couldn't help but smiled at the girl, “thank you, Sarah” you said before putting the box away in the mini fridge   

   Sarah hung out with you for a while as she ranted about Mrs. Ivy’s constant visits. A punch in your gut but you didn’t let it show 

-  

“And Mrs. Ivy?” you asked, jerking the ash off the cigarette.  

You both were sitting on the small blanket, a few cigarette butts scattered with leaves of strawberries.  

“What ‘bout her?” he took the cigarette from you, a slight annoyance in his tone  

You smirked, getting exactly what you wanted, “Well,” you sang, “Sarah mentioned she’s throwing herself on you,” you reached out for the cigarette, but he pulled it away from your reach, as he stared at you with an unamused look,   

You pushed yourself up and closer to him, to get the cigarette from him, he kept pulling away with you chasing,  

“What? Why don’t you give her a chance- Joel gimme the cigarette,” you leaned in on him, your vision zeroing on the burning end of the cigarette as you tried to reach out again,  

“What do you mean by ‘chance’?” he asked,   

Do you really don’t think of him as anything more than a friend? Why else would you sneak out with him? Did you really want him to be with someone else?   

Caught up with his thoughts, his hand supporting him gave up; he lay back on his elbow. His other arm pushed out from both of your bodies, still not letting you take the cigarette until he gets the answer  

The cigarette had your full attention. It felt like a competition of him pulling away and you chasing, nothing else. And you were determined to get the cigarette, not caring about what position you ended up in,  

“Apparently she’s been showing up at your house in the broad daylight, bring you cakes” you pushed his torso, so he was laying on back. One of your hands on his chest while the other reaching for his hand that he stuck out.   “And god knows what-”   

And in the split second he grabbed the tiny detail he was missing, the hint of jealousy in your tone.   

You looked at him when he didn’t respond, suddenly becoming aware of the situation you both were in.   

He caught you stealing a glance at his lips, because when you met his eyes again, there was an inkling of glint and mischief. Your cheeks were a deep shade of scarlet that were visible even in darkness  

You thought about pushing yourself up, embarrassed, but Joel’s free hand, the one without the cigarette, reached up and settled at your waist.  

You didn't miss the way his calloused skin accidentally brushed the sliver of your skin of your waist that showed because of your shirt riding up when you pushed yourself on him,   

Shiver ran down your spine, heart thundering in your chest. But you felt the same fast beating heart beneath your fingertips on Joel’s chest.   

Joel brought the cigarette to your lips, which you inhaled keeping heated eye contact with him.   

“Darlin’ you don't get it, do you?” he smirked, eyes falling to your lips, before looking back up,  

You gulped, everything around you slowed down, and when you saw him staring at your lips for a second, you trembled.   

“Get what?” you whispered    

He wet his lips with his tongue,   

“That you drive me crazy,” his hand slowly moved up from your waist with every word he spoke,  

“That the thoughts about you have consumed my mind, wholly and fully, that you make me want to take a hit and not regret it,” his hand rested on the back your neck,   

His breath fanned your lips. You were taking your time wrapping your head around his confession, staring at his lips and the way you or him inched closer with every word,  

“Kiss me, Joel-”   

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[markosmate]

to the dark side

Pairing; Marko x Emerson!Reader

Summary; Moving to a different state with your younger brothers and mother just to live with your grandfather was hard enough, but falling in love with a vampire and then watching your brother do the same thing? Much different story.

Warnings; strong language + mentions of blood

au:// Part 5 losers, have the whole thing mapped out from here hehe I’m excited for y’all to read everything :))

Part 4   -   Part 6

“Be one of us.” David’s words echoed a couple of times through my head. My eyes flickered between Marko and Michael, wondering why drinking from this bottle initiated someone into the group - yet also wondering if Michael was going to accept this invitation they were giving him.

David held the bottle up and out towards my brother, in a silent sort of offering. As Michael stood to make his way closer to David, the other three boys started softly chanting his name in a mocking fashion. My brother grabbed the bottle from David’s hands, and slowly turned it in between each of his own. Star came up right behind him, and began speaking to him in such a low voice that I could barely hear her from where I was sitting.

“Don’t. You don’t have to, Michael.” She pleaded softly and I could my eyes roll involuntarily. Was this her way of trying to tell him not to be peer pressured? It sure didn’t seem like she cared about pressuring him when she was letting her boyfriend lead him to the edge of a cliff.

“Michael.” David whispered along with the boys, eyes piercing into the side of Mike’s head.

“It’s blood.” Star’s voice was louder this time, like she wanted everyone to hear what she had exposed to him. But, after the whole maggots and worms play - he didn’t seem to want to fall for another one of the group’s tricks.

He chuckled nonchalantly and nodded his head in a sarcastic manner. “Yeah, sure. Blood.” And then he raised the rim of the bottle to his lips and took a few big gulps of whatever it was. The boys let out a few scattered cheers, Paul even pumping his fists into the air in celebratory manner.

But the celebration was short-lived, as the four boys’ gazes turned back to me. Marko moved forward quickly, snatching the bottle away from Mike’s grasp before he could chug down all of it and moving towards where I was sitting. He crouched down in front of me before offering the bottle to me with a sly smirk creeping up on his lips.

“Drink some sweet thing. Be one of us, just like Michael.” I still hadn’t the slightest clue what that was supposed to mean - why would drinking some cheap alcohol out of a home-made bedazzled bottle make you automatically apart of the group? The way they were putting things wasn’t making any sense, but I could overlook that for right now. Because in this moment, Marko was looking at me with such hopeful eyes that I almost couldn’t pick up on the deceit hidden underneath it. But I felt like I’d do anything he asked me to, so I reached forward to take the bottle from his hand.

The boys watched on with excited eyes, eagerly anticipating my next moves. I glanced over towards Star, who had Laddie by the shoulder and was leading him away as she watched Michael with a disappointed gaze. Maybe it was blood? Maybe that’s why she looks so shaken right now? Because Michael had drank some even after she warned him not to? I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind - I was probably just overthinking - and raised the rim of the bottle to my lips.

The substance came pouring into my mouth and it burned it’s way down my throat. It tasted nothing like any alcohol I’d ever drank before - it was so much stronger, but at the same time so much more addicting. I wanted nothing more than to keep taking swigs of whatever it was but before I could even process what was going on, the bottle was tugged gently from my lips.

The boys all cheered, their shouts echoing through the cave, as Dwayne and Paul began chanting Michael and I’s names. All of my previous rational thoughts of staying far away from these boys and any of the trouble that came along with them were long out the window by now.

The substance I had drank gave me a drunk sort of feel and all I knew was there was a hot dude giving me what seemed to be alcohol and all of his friends cheering my brother and I’s names around us. David yelled out a “Bravo!”, reaching over to take the uncorked bottle from Marko to hand back to Michael.

Paul let out a loud laugh and momentarily stopped his cheering to lean over and clap me on the shoulder. “You’re one of us, girl! Let the good times roll.”

I wanted to be by Marko’s side, but David had beaten me to it. “Give me a ride, Marko.” The curly blond sent me a quick, mischievous grin before standing up and making his way behind David, beginning to push him around the fountain on the wheelchair.

I didn’t know what they meant by that, but they all kept saying it over and over so it had to mean something other than a cheesy initiation. I ignore the feeling in my chest that I had somehow just made a horrible mistake, and continue on partying with the others. I’m just overthinking it after all, these dudes are cool, what could go wrong honestly?

-

The answer was a lot. A lot could go wrong. David announced that we all had somewhere we needed to be, and Michael and I blindly followed the boys out of the cave and back up to the top of the bluff. I’d gotten on the back of Marko’s bike without a second thought, and soon the five bikes were racing through the slim trails of the woods once more.

It didn’t take long before they pulled up next to some train tracks - David, Dwayne, and Michael parking their bikes on one side and Marko and Paul parking their bikes on the other. I climbed off with a little stumble, still feeling the tiniest bit dizzy from drinking whatever alcohol was in the bottle that they gave me. The boys began walking on the tracks, out and over the bridge. 

“Perfect timing.” David led in the front and Marko grabbed one of my belt loops to pull me into his side as he threw his other arm around Dwayne’s shoulders.

“What’s going on?” Michael’s voice echoed.

“Michael wants to know what’s going on.” David teased the slightest bit. Paul laughed a bit as we walked farther out onto the bridge. “Marko,” He spoke again. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” Marko grinned. “What’s goin’ on, Paul?”

“Wait a minute, who wants to know?” Came Paul’s genius reply - quickly followed by,

“Michael wants to know!” From Dwayne, who had finally spoken up for the first time that night.

“I think we should let Michael, and Ivory,” David paused slightly to begin including me in on their hazing. “Know what’s going on.” The platinum leader stopped a few feet ahead of the boys and turned with Michael at his side, before leaning forward the slightest bit to wrap a cold hand around my wrist. He tugged me gently away from Marko’s hip, bringing me to stand next to him and my brother to watch the three others of the group.

“Yeah.” Paul sung out, body practically buzzing with what I could only assume was excitement for what was to come. David tilted his head with a small mischievous smile and spoke once more.

“Marko?” I turned my head back to look at said boy once more with furrowed eyebrows.

He wasn’t looking at me however, instead opting to stare only at my brother. He lifted his hand and twirled his fingers in a small sort of wave before grinning wickedly. “Goodnight Michael.” Before he dropped with an echoing “Bombs away!” I gasped, my head whipping around to look at David yet his expression hadn’t changed a bit.

Michael’s jaw hung open in pure confusion, only confirming that he too had seen what I had. Paul stepped forward with a similar grin and looked between Michael and I quickly. “Bottoms up, man. Yeow!” He dropped just as suddenly, and was quickly followed by Dwayne who only shot us silent finger guns before dropping down the same opening in the bars that the previous two had. I stared, absolute shock and fear cursing through my blood. Had they just literally jumped to their deaths right in front of us? They couldn’t have, how would that make any sense?

David moved to step in front of us, and with a hand on Michael’s shoulder he leaned in the slightest bit to speak. “Come with us, guys.” Before he, too, stepped off the edge and dropped through the bars. With one short glance at my brother, who was too busy staring at where David had just fallen to notice I was looking at him, I rushed forward and kneeled on the edge to stare down into the fog. A huff of relief left my lungs and I laughed breathily as I stared down at the four boys hanging from the support beams.

The four cheered a bit, finally making some noise once Michael leaned down next to me, curiosity ultimately getting the best of him. “Hey, Ivory!” Marko called up with a grin on his lips, attention then momentarily taken from me as Paul swung his legs up to kick at the shorter boy.

“Michael and Ivory Emerson!” David’s rough voice cut through the other boy’s cheerful shouts. “Come on down!” He taunted, his laugh afterwards cause the nerves in my body to go haywire. I never thought I’d genuinely come face-to-face with the expression about all of your friends jumping off of a bridge, but here we were now.

I grinned at Michael and clapped him on the shoulder teasingly before moving to climb down onto the bar across from Paul. My arm strength wasn’t nearly as good as Michael’s, but adrenaline was coursing through my body at such a rate that I didn’t care. “There ya go, girl!” Paul laughed loudly kicking at my legs this time instead of Marko’s. I reacted just as quickly, kicking back at him in a competitive manner as the grin on my face grew. I saw Michael climb down in front of David out of the corner of my eye as Marko began to shout once more.

“Yeah, let’s play a game! Let’s play a game, baby!” He dragged out each syllable of the last word and my stomach flipped a few times at his voice, but I needed to focus more on not falling to my death than whatever it was he was getting at.

Paul laughed along with his friend. “Welcome aboard, Michael.”

David’s chilling laugh echoed once more, and the wind carried his voice to me though I could tell he was only really speaking to Michael. “Fun, huh?” Suddenly the tracks above us began to vibrate, and not long after they began to viciously shake as the horn of a train blared through the night. I felt my stomach squeeze uncomfortably as the boys continued their obnoxious shouts. I glanced over in Marko’s direction for some reassurance only to see him pulling himself up once through the bars before dropping down to hang once more with a mocking grin on his face. He wasn’t looking at me though, his attention was over towards Michael who I could vaguely hear shouting, “Jesus Christ!”

“Yeah!” Paul laughed, suddenly letting go of the bars and falling into the fog below. As if this entire thing wasn’t insane enough, I felt my heart drop. “Oh my God!” I cried, looking down to see if I could spot him but there was still only fog below us. My arms were burning, and I knew there was no way I’d be able to hold on much longer - never-mind try and pull myself up and over the bars to safety once the train passed.

Marko caught my eye and he sent me a wink, eyes sparkling as if he knew something I didn’t. “Don’t be scared, Ivory!” Then he let go as well, yelling out as he fell the same way Paul did.

“Jesus Christ!” Michael’s voice met my ears again, as suddenly Dwayne fell from my side as well, yelling on his way down.

“Guys!” David yelled to the both of us. “You’re one of us! Let go!”

“And do what?” I shouted at him incredulously, was he fucking serious? Were the other three dead right now? And now he was telling us to let go too?

“You are one of us, Ivory.” He assured once more before falling into the fog as well.

“David!” Michael screamed after him. The train finally passed, and the bars stopped shaking in our grasps. I looked over at my brother with wide eyes, how the hell were we supposed to get ourselves out of this one? I watched as he tried to pull himself up to no avail, and right as I went to speak to him I heard shouts from below us. It was the boys - they were alive! How the fuck were they alive?

I glanced over to Michael who was trying to pull himself up once more and felt my grip begin to slip drastically. “I’m gonna let go.”

“What?” His voice was strained and he glared straight into my soul. “No, are you insane? You’ll die!”

“I can’t hold on anymore, Mike. And they survived somehow, there’s gotta be water or something below.” And before he could even begin to protest more, my hands slipped from the bar. I screamed as I fell, the thick fog enveloping me completely and all my senses seemed to be blocked out.

I could vaguely hear my name being whispered over and over again and I was almost completely positive that I had blacked out and was just hallucinating this excruciatingly long fall. Right before everything went dark, a pair of arms cut my fall short as my eyes fluttered closed.

[jovnie]

Artificial Intelligence | Namjoon

Summary

Namjoon after wondering the internet, came across a website Ad for a personalized A.I made for him and only for his viewing pleasure.

Words 3k

Cyber namjoon au! College namjoon! A.i reader!

Warnings: smut, masturbation, virtual reality, moaning and heavily, medium amount of plot, kind of vanilla, riding, dirty talk, muscular joon. Oral (f), heavy whining, begging, dom joon, verbal joon.

With his eyes glued tiredly to the computer, his hand moved the curser to press play. This was his third year in college, being who knew what at the end. After years of tiredness from research papers to fieldwork, being a chemistry major wasn’t paying off one bit. Not his student debt either. Yawning, his arms stretched up and then out before returning them back to the slightly chipped computer to type the URL in.

With each little tap and click, he answered the questions before being brought back to the previous page. Groaning in utter frustration, he closed his computer and put his head on the computer before meantly screaming. He was half way through the questions and it took him out and how knows if he had 200+ more to do. Sighing, he lifted his head uttering, “at least its not the actual test”

With slight relief, he lifted the mac screen and saw he exited everything on accident. Giving up, he searched for a virtual teacher. With no luck, he stumbled across and Ad for an A.I. with an obvious lack of how the cyber world was or knowledge on A.I, he opened a new tab. With searching the key word. ‘A.I’ a small little text box appeared.

A.I ( Artificial Intelligence )

is an intelligence demonstrated by machines, as opposed to the natural intelligence displayed by humans or animals

After looking up the word and its definition, he thought he had a solid idea of what it was. Therefore he exited the tab and searched the subject and then Ai. After doing so he scrolled and clicked what he assumed to be a cite and looked at what it had to offer.

“This is neat. Ah, Let’s see where this goes! Maybe if I do this I can study with a human, I think?” He spoke aloud, looking at the options. Waking up a bit from the sudden excitement, he stretched his body and looked around for a notepad and pen. While doing so, a pop up appeared.

Stacy is single and is 65 miles away from you, wanna interact

Once namjoon returned, he saw the women and clicked off. He figured this wasn’t an appropriate or free ran website. Itching the back of his head, he continued until another pop up this time an ad appeared.

Create your own human A.I with unlimited uses here

Curiously he clicked the ad and saw you had to buy it, immediately he got up from his desk. Legs numb a bit from the lack of moment, he grabbed his wallet and took out his student card. Shopping he looked at the computer than a card. “Yeah no,” he laughed to himself, knowing he could catch a case he didn’t want so he grabbed his credit card before swiveling the chair to sit down. After blindly trusting the site, he was taken to the tutorial and saw a fully naked man on the screen. In shock, he shut the computer down to realize it wasn’t that A. I he needed. Sighing, he flipped the top back up and immediately felt hopeless with the exam. Seeing there’s a female version, he looked around to make sure none on the body was there. He knew he had the room to himself, but it’s still worth it. You never knew, who could be watching.

From there he closed his blinds, turned off the lights, and got back to the computer. He started to create your body down to the smallest detail. He had time as his classes for the week were canceled for finals and other school-related activities like college tours etc.

“Finally, you’re done and now we give you a name!” he smirked softly, rubbing his palm over his jeans on accident. With a few glances and searches, he named you y/n. Smiling, he pressed continue and saw there was an outfit room and spent a few more moments picking something cute, casual and sexy for your body frame. After that was done, he pressed continue. Suddenly there was timer and another pop up.

TIME REMAINING: 23hours 59mins and 23seconds

Thank you for ordering “Y/n” the A.I, everything is processing as you read. While you wait, please pick from the available voices and chose which one suits your needs “Namjoon!”

He had no clue what to expect, but it was worth the wait. Meanwhile, he spent an hour going through the types of voices he wanted you to have, till he could find your voice a perfect match for his needs. After pressing finish, he plugged his computer in and left his computer on as he got out of the chair and brought himself to his bed to sleep. Thankfully, he took a shower hours ago and was already more steps to sleeping than ever. Soon after, his head laid softly on the white pillow and his eyes began to close asleep.

The next day, around 5minuets, until it was time to see what he had gotten himself into. He moved his viewing location to his bed as it was simply more comfortable. Beforehand, he ate and cleaned out items he thought might me helpful with what he thought he’d get into in any minute now. While waiting with pain, he watched the minutes drop one by one until it was less than a minute and he grabbed his seanna drift, a virtual reality set made for his computer and recommended from an email sent to him earlier. He figured it came with more than just the yearly plan he paid for.

As his wallet cried, he read the direction of the screen ok how to connect the device to the website and began following the video instructions. As they told him where to find things and hook it up, he saw that it needed to charge and groaned loudly in annoyance. So he spent that saddened hour, cleaning his room till he saw green and followed the instructions once again.

“Okay ready!” he said, as the Vr headset and earbuds sat softly on his head. With wow and o’s he saw you in this basic room with the lights off and sudden shoe-making noises. Turning his head, he saw you turn on the lights and sat on the bed in front of him. Looking around he took note of his virtual surroundings before grabbing his flashlight and pouring lube he had trouble finding on the table and poor it inside the toy.

Waiting for you to make a move, he got up and placed his computer on the bedside table, and laid on his back. As shirtless and gray sweatpants he was, he still felt clothed. In that moment he took off his sweats, leaving his boxers on he noticed the screen changed onto the bed and it spoked him slowly. With you laying on his chest, he grabbed a free pillow and hugged it as if you were there.

“You feel warm” you chuckled, as namjoon blushed in the shock.

“Thanks, I guess you can see and hear me?” He asked, rubbing you “the pillow softly”

“I can, my system works like an actual person” you mentioned look g him in the eyes. Confused, he hummed in agreement. Whining, he was very pleased with how human you were and a bit concerned as well. He was amused and amazed at how advanced society had become.

After small talk, he warmed up to your very realistic body, voice and actions. Not to mention his hands moving slowly up and down his length as he watched you shower and how cute you looked when you did. Moving a bit faster, you looked and the system told you he was jerking off.

In a surprise you turned around and looked at him, covering your body. With him in tune with idea, he smirked. “what’s wrong baby? You don’t like when I view your body like this?” He asked, grinding his hips against the pillow.

“Well, um I do. Its just new to me okay” your system lies, as it registered grunts from namjoon.

“Well can you turn around for me?” He adds, taking his toy and liking it up to his actual length. Nodding, you turned around and bent over. As namjoon said his movements as listed in the tutorial earlier, you opened your legs as if he was spreading them for you. Holding onto the wall, he said more commands, and eventually, it looked like he was fucking you and it caused an involuntary grunt from his mouth.

“Fuck!” He cursed, sliding the toy up and down in a slow pace as he watched how his camera was moving. Looking at you he got up from a lying position, to his knees and moved the pillow into a u shape and placed his toy so it could feel more real to him.

Hearing your soft moans and a good view of your ass, he began to thrust faster into the toy, holding the pillow down as if he was your back and began moaning curse words. Luckley his head gear caught that and made your moans shift to match his rhythm.

“Ah! Ah! Please don’t stop!” You moaned, griping the shower walls looking back as his eyes wondered your body and all heard from him were grunts. Keeping your ask, he tried pacing himself so he wouldn’t cum too soon as the feeling was slowly building the more he got more into it.

“God! Fuck” he cursed again, as his head went back imaging you bounce back on him. Moving the toy to the desired speed, he kept going closing his eyes and listening to your moans as he reached his end. Jerking forward once more, his cock twitched as his cum spilled inside the toy. After coming down from the slight high, he looked at you who was hard breathing, body slightly shaking and a stream of cum laced your ass with grace.

After today’s use of the A.I he unplugged the device and let it charge. Shortly after, he exited the screen you were on and went to take a shower. Reflecting and thinking how could he make this experience even better and with that thought, he googled the company and saw they made Bluetooth connected toys. Browsing he found a torso toy and paid the extra $15 for the next day delivery. Smiling, he closed his computer and went to beg shortly after.

The next night, he had the box that contained the sex toy. He took it out and realized he picked the right color and body for you. As he read the directions he plugged it to charge and went to do some light reading verire coming back. Seeing the full bars on the side of the torso toy, he grabbed his headset and plugged everything in and made sure the section was secured.

You have connected toy 1251819, your system will now function off of movements from the toy and vr audio. Please speak select the place you wish to be in

After reading namjoon said “library” soon after, you showed up in the same outfit as he picked, sitting in the chair.

“Oh hi namjoon! What are you doing here?” You asked, smiling and putting the book down?

“Well I’m light studying for our test, mind if I join you?* he tells, as the vr moves his view next to you. While he looks around in his vr set, he notices your in a secluded area. As his hands move around the half thigh it registers and you blush slight.

"Sorry” he apologized, looking you up and down. As you told him it was okay, the screen of consent popped up and he knew it was okay to touch you. In that moment, he got on his knees again this time with a body like toy underneath. He instructed you to strip and as he watched you take off your clothes he rubbed his length in his bare hands.

“Good girl now gets on your back for me on the table,” he praised, watching you as your legs reminded closed. Opening them on the toy, you followed. He rubbed his hands around your thigh and rubbed around your lips till he found your clit and gently rubbed you in circles as you began moaning for him.

“You want me to stop?” He smirked, nodding no he stopped.

“Then tell me what you want” he adds, rubbing and teasing the area slowly. After explaining that you want him badly and would do anything, he removed his hand and rubbed his tip around your entrance.

“Please, please namjoon. I want it badly. You felt so good the last time” you told whining softly.

“Oh, you liked that?” He smirked chuckling softly under his breath. Nodding, he lubed you up hearing you moan to his touched, and soon began softly thrusting into you. Griping your shoulder softly, he stuped down your breast. As he began sucking on them soft, he moved in deeper feeling the toy clench on him. Surprised he jerked forward and went faster. It really felt similar to phaycal and actual human body. He continued thrusting, leaning over the you and the sting harder as grunts and your moaning filled his ear.

“S-so big namjoon, it feels-” you interrupted with a moan and he groaned feeling the toys warmness and the wetness of the amount of lube in you.

“Mm keep talking baby, tell me how good it feels!” He demanded, groaning and curing as he went harder. After a few words, his body started going faster as it started to feel too good on him. He told you to just moan and take him as he began chasing his high, which was beyond what he knew. As you moaned his name and reacted to his length and speed, namjoons grunts turned into soft whines and moans as he enjoyed himself with you.

“Oh you feel so good baby” he breathed out heavily. “Ah don’t stop cumming for me” he added, as the system didn’t stop cumming on him causing namjoon to thrust harder as the machine started releasing water already put in the toy on him. Feeling even more organic, he rubbed your clit getting you to choke on your moan as he went harder. Groaning deep and now at an animalistic speed the bed started speaking and his body kept going as he became more vocal with the feeling.

“OH GOD IN CUMMING!” he announced yelling, cumming so hard he started feeling sick and breathing so deep it made the feeling even more unbearable. Coming once more, he fell on top of the toy and laid there till he was able to come down from his high and plug his stuff back up. Looking he saw that not only did his toy break, but his computer was also malfunction with errors on the screen.

With not a lot of energy, he closed his computer and sat the now broken toy beside him as he breathed heavily. Not to mentioned the multiple knocks at his door, he assumed where from one of his neighbors.

“Just his luck” he whispered as he softly passed out sleep.

[your-wings-of-freedom]

Thunderstorms (Reiner x Reader)

Authors Note: First AoT & Reiner fic! I am always generally confused about the geographic layout of things so just overlook the details that doesn’t line up with the anime. Pretend it’s okay. Thx. With my Reiner, we pretend he’s not the armored titan (shh). I have no idea where I’m going with most of my fics. I write blindly and it ends up with verbal diarrhea. I’m sorry if nothing makes sense. But if you’re still following me after my first fic, then you’ve signed up for my chaotic writing and I make no further apologies. Also, I never edit any of my stuff so expect a lot of errors. If it’s out of character, honestly - let me know! I feel like I’ve not written him well, to be honest. He’s a lot harder to write than I thought! Warnings: None. First fic though so - goodluck reading it! Words: 3,168

The weather forced everyone to take cover in one of their many base camp buildings set up in areas outside the walls. Whilst it wasn’t ideal when they were outside of the walls and in Titan territory, they really had no choice. With the heavy torrent of rain and the darkened sky, their vision was limited – and Levi had experienced such a situation before and it didn’t bode well. Had his rage not fueled him at the time, he probably wouldn’t have made it. It was not something he was putting his soldiers at risk. 

Hence why they rode a little further and took cover the evening. It was just a basic set up, enough to house them to give enough rest; a kitchen area, dining area and two rooms – usually set up for medical attention and the other for supplies. In these situations, the dining tables are moved to sit against the wall so the group can make camp for the night on the floor. Usually it wasn’t as disgusting as it sounded because Levi would have had everyone clean the area top to bottom. But some key factors prevented Levi from putting his squad to work; they were in titan territory, there were no cleaning supplies for such a trivial task – except, perhaps medical supplies, but their priority lied with the priority of his soldiers.

Whilst there wasn’t a stable set up, there was something similar to a ‘supply shed’, so everyone placed their horses in there, tying them up to whatever they could find and improvised a stable with what they had, before heading inside the building opposite. 

You, and your team mates stood around in the room, shivering slightly from the cold as the Captain addressed the group. “I know our current condition is not ideal, but we’ve been through worse. This is titan territory and we’re currently sitting ducks, but the weather will likely hold the titans off. It’s more risky riding out in the weather like this. I suggest you get whatever sleep you can while you can. As soon as the rain lets up, we’ll make continue onwards. I can’t say whether it’ll be an hour, a few hours, or until the morning. Everyone move the tables against the wall and make do on the floor.” “Sir!” voices called out in unison as they accepted their last order before bunkering down for the evening. There didn’t seem any point in having someone as spotter since you couldn’t see past the pelting rain. Levi, however, sat himself near the window regardless. The man never slept. The boys, mostly Reiner, helped move the tables to the side while the others chose their spots to rest for the evening. You watched as Mikasa, Armin and Eren set up together in their little group. It came as no surprise to you. It was at that point you could hear the sound of thunder rumbling. Your eyes widened a little in fear, you could feel your heart beginning to beat in a fast rhythm. You looked around for a safe place to set up and found an area little off to the side in a corner, away from everyone. The room murmured with hushed tones as people were mindful to keep their voices down for those who want to rest. You sat with your back against the wall, knees pulled up to your chest and arms wrapped around your legs. Your eyes glancing around the room, trying to focus on your teammates rather than the sound of the thunder that seemed to drawing closer as the rumblings became louder. Mikasa, Eren and Armin were lying on their stomachs, facing each other and just talking. Armin was smiling, Eren was giving a small smile, Mikasa’s eyes had softened, so they must have been talking about something nicer than the subject of Titan’s and future missions. Sasha and Connie and Jean seemed to be resting together, hoping to catch a few moments of precious sleep. You weren’t going to be getting any sleep soon. Or at all. You never did sleep when thunderstorms happened. You knew it stemmed from your childhood, from when your parents weren’t around when you were little, and you had to deal with the loud noise by yourself.

 Reiner and Bertholdt were finishing up moving the last of the tables. They didn’t really need to as there were already plenty of space to accommodate everyone, supposedly they were too busy quietly talking to realise. They were always together, those two. You never minded. But sometimes, just sometimes, it would have been nice to be able to speak to Reiner alone. In those times, it felt awkward to have Bertholdt there, and you can see that Bertholdt seem to feel uncomfortable being there too. But he never seemed to take the initiative to go and do something to leave you and Reiner alone. You never resented him for it. He treated you like a friend so you can hardly feel any resentment toward him for it. He seemed to have a shy streak to him, so perhaps it was that? Who knew. A loud clap of thunder had you flinching violently, and a strangled whimper-ish sound caught in your throat as you tightly shut your eyes, willing for the sounds to stop, quickly catching Reiner’s attention as he glanced over to the person he had come to care about in a much different way to how he cares about his comrades. “Hey Y/N. You lonely over there? Come and sit with us.” Reiner whispered loudly enough to be heard by you but not enough to disturb others. You didn’t respond. You couldn’t respond. The fear trapped your words and you were desperately trying to make the sounds stop. “Are they asleep?” Bertholdt asked as he glanced over at your curled form, looking as though you fell asleep sitting up, your head ducked so your features were half-hidden. “No, I don’t think so.” Reiner murmured, brows narrowing in concern. “Hang on.” He quickly excused himself as he stood up from where he was sitting with Bertholdt.

 He crouched down in front of you, “Hey. You alright?” “Yeah.” But the waver in your whispered tone betrayed you. “Really?” Yeah, Reiner was not at all convinced by your answer. Why would he be? He’s seen you sad, he’s seen you angry, he’s seen you happy… but he’s not seen you like this before. “Seriously, Y/N. What’s going on?” you didn’t have verbally answer. The sound of a loud crack of thunder gave away what was ailing you right now. You tried to muffle your fear but with Reiner being so close to you, it was hard to get away with it. He was quick to put two and two together. Particularly when your hands flung up to grip the sides of your head. You hated this. How pathetic you must look to the one you seemed to like and, perhaps, even found yourself flirting with. “You’re scared of the thunder?” You didn’t answer. God, you couldn’t answer. You couldn’t even look at him. You were rendered weak. Pathetic. You had no right being in the Scouts, let alone riding as Levi’s second team if you were scared of something so trivial such as thunderstorms. He seemed to have picked up on your distress. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re all allowed to be afraid of something you know.” Another loud crack of thunder that had the windows shaking, caused you to cry out in pure fear and lunge at Reiner. You heard him grunt in surprise, body tensing because he hadn’t expected to suddenly be holding you in his arms. The shock wore off as quickly as it came, and he wrapped his arms around you without another moment’s hesitation. It wasn’t the cold that had you shivering, it was the fear that had you trembling. You gripped the front of his damp shirt in the balls of your fists, burying your face in his chest. If there was ever a time to humiliate yourself, tonight was the night. You knew those who were still awake were watching, particularly when that last cry tore from your throat before you could even muffle it. Even Levi glanced over from watching the rain outside with his stoic expression. He didn’t say anything, nor did his features give anything away. Whatever it was, Reiner seemed to have it under control, there was no need for Levi to intervene unless a matter was brought to Levi’s attention.

 The tips of Reiner’s ears were red from being flustered at having you throw yourself at him the way you did. He had been trying to summon the courage to ask you out for weeks now but never seemed brave enough to do so. And when an opportunity arose like this, for him to step up, he still hadn’t a clue what to do. Perhaps if it was anybody else, it might have been different. He can act as that ‘big brother, pat-on-the-head, you’ll be alright kiddo’ guy. But with you – no. He really wanted to be there for you, he really wanted to make an effort, get you to notice him – particularly when he’s struggled to open up and say things. He’s low-key hoping you would pick up on the subtle hints he’s dropped. But you hadn’t. Either you weren’t interested or you were completely oblivious. If it were the latter, then it only makes Reiner fall in love with you even more; you’re still able to carry such an innocence about you in this grim world. It’s an adorable trait.

 Selfishly not wasting an opportunity, and to also generally help you too, he did what he thought was best, and he hoped he wasn’t overstepping the line by doing so. Holding you a little tighter, he maneuvered himself in two swift movements so that he was the one with his back to the wall, though his torso twisted to the right because you were still clinging to him like a frightened child. With his frame, it helped shield you from curious eyes and grant you that small piece of privacy. His arm came around your lower waist to anchor you to his side, his other arm dangling off the top of his bent leg. He glanced over at Bertholdt who was watching curiously and helplessly, Reiner simply gave him a nod of acknowledgement, hoping his friend would get the message that Reiner might not be moving from this position tonight. As uncomfortable as it might be, the aches and pains would be worth it if it meant being able to hold you, though preferably if it wasn’t under such conditions as this. Even with Reiner beside you, protectively holding you into his side, you still trembled with fear from the sound above you. Reiner eased the loneliness you felt, but he couldn’t ease the sound. The thunder was right above them, there was no reprieve between the loud claps and cracks, it was a constant low rumble threatening to erupt in a loud crack above them.

 Whenever it did, your breathing hitched in your throat and you pressed yourself harder into his side. “Hey, it’s alright. I got you, okay? ‘M right here. It can’t hurt you. It’s just noise. That’s all it is. Just noise.” Reiners voice was enough to calm you down from the hysteria rising in your chest, ready to break forth into a panic attack. He seemed to have realized this when you weren’t trembling as violently as you had been before. He couldn’t seem to calm you down by physically reassuring you, so perhaps he could distract you by talking? It would seem you wouldn’t be getting any sleep regardless. “Why are you so afraid of thunder?” He did his best to ensure that his tone didn’t come across as ridiculing or patronizing; again, he really didn’t want to mess up this opportunity to form a deeper connection with you. Your hands still gripped your head, palms covering your ears in an attempt to block out the thundering sound, but your attempts were futile. But Reiner’s voice made its way through the sound you found frightful of the night, and it pulled you from that scared place. “Um…” you started, voice wavering as though you were on the verge of tears. “I-I just remember being scared one night… and no one was around… I don’t know where my parents were… and… I was just so scared… I didn’t know… I remember getting out of bed to go look for them, calling out to them… but the thunder got louder and louder until …” You recalled that night quite clearly. You were scared of the loud rumblings. So you got out of bed to find your parents and as you were helplessly calling out to them, a loud crack of thunder had you screaming and running for a safe place to hide – which ended up being closed in the pantry. You sat there, knees drawn up, small fingers gripping your hair as you cried helplessly. You just wanted the noise to stop. You just wanted your parents.

“…I guess it just never went away? … Pathetic isn’t it?” Reiner listened quietly, his heart sinking a little at imagining how scared you must have been at such a young age. The thunder never scared him, but even as a kid, he was still scared of things. And he stood by what he told you earlier, “No, it’s not. We’re all afraid of something. If it’s not these titans, then it’s something else. It’s alright though. It’s what it means to be human.” “But thunder? Of all things?” “Hey, I’m afraid of bugs so…” He felt you smile against him and then heard a faint little laugh. His heart skipped a beat hearing this, trying not to smile knowing he made you smile and laugh. Proud of himself that he was able to do so considering you looked and sounded ready to breakdown at any given moment. “Reiner?” Oh god, the sound of his name falling from your lips – ‘No. Stop it.’ “Yeah?” “Are you really afraid of bugs?” “No… Spiders though… Anything that’s got more than four legs.” Again, he heard that little laugh emit from your lips. He longed to glance down and see you smile and laugh again, but with your head ducked out of his view, he couldn’t see a damn thing. But, as fate would have it, the loud crack of thunder had the windows rattling violently, even disturbing those that were sleeping. You couldn’t take it anymore, and in that moment of pure fear, you broke. The scared cry of a little girl muffled behind hands that were trying to hold back the sobs. Your eyes tightly closed as you do your best from breaking down any further. Your Captain’s awake and on the other side of the goddamn it! But here you are, trembling violently and crying out for the man sitting beside you, “Reiner!” it was a helpless cry, one that actually really tugged painfully at his heartstrings. “I’m here.” He murmured as the hand that had been resting on his knee came over and guided your head down onto his chest. Immediately you could hear the steady sound of his heartbeat and your eyes flung open, the couple of tears you were holding in quietly escaping but nothing more. The violent trembling ceased to a mere shiver, but that was something Reiner couldn’t fully help with. He took most of the struggle away already. His other hand wrapped around the curve of your waist as he continued to hold you. Your small banter aside, he’s just only now realizing the seriousness of your fear of thunderstorms. Every single person in this room had a trauma of some sort; whether it related back to their childhood, or as of recent. Your trauma had become apparent to him, and he wished he knew sooner. He could have kept an eye on you as soon as the thunder began rumbling from a distance. He could have done something to prevent you from curling into a frightened ball, thinking you had to suffer through this alone despite being in a room full of people that are supposed to have your back; not just on the field, but off the field too. They weren’t just colleagues. They were comrades. Brothers-in-arms. Family. “If there’s ever another thunderstorm. You come to me, alright? ‘M not letting you go through this alone. Don’t care what time of the night it is, you come to me. Got it?” “Yeah, promise.” You murmured, your muscles already beginning to relax against his form. “Thank you Reiner. For everything.” “Don’t sweat it.” Had it not been for your Captain sitting across on the other side of the room, you would have leaned up and given Reiner a kiss on the cheek. Perhaps it was just as well because you would have put that poor boy in such a flustered state. For now, you were content where you were. You felt Reiner shift slightly so he could, at the very least, get semi-comfortable for the rest of the evening. His hand still remained clasped over the side of your head, holding you to his chest in an attempt to keep you grounded and block out the rumbling sound outside. His thumb absent-mindedly stroking your temple (honestly, he probably doesn’t realise he’s even doing this); between his firm hold, gentle caress, steady heart beat and the even rise and fall of his chest, you were easily lulled to sleep. This might have been the first time in over a decade or two that you managed to sleep through a thunderstorm. Reiner couldn’t sleep. How could he? He had you cradled against him! And, oh, how gloriously right it felt. He was too nervous to move. What if he woke you? He was even more nervous that his heart would start beating wildly in his chest and disturb you, so he forced himself to keep calm with deep, steady breaths and hope that would keep his heart beat at a normal, steady pace. Eventually, though, he must have succumbed to sleep, because Bertholdt found you both asleep together; you, curled up in his side, basically using his chest as a pillow, and him still holding you protectively against him – even in his sleep. It seemed almost cruel to disturb you both. But the rain let up, the sun is out, it’s best they move. There’ll be other moments like this to look forward to. At least, you hope so. You hoped this wasn’t just a ‘pity one-night-stand’ kind of thing. Not that you knew this, but for Reiner it certainly wasn’t. He said you weren’t alone, and he meant it. You had him. So long as you want him by your side, he’ll always be there. He’s got your back. Just come to him. Whatever you need, he’s there. | Tags: @commanderserwin

[a-simple-imagine]

Let Me Show You

Synopsis: Elsa makes friends with a lonely girl in the forest and decides to introduce her to the spirits

Pairing: Elsa x fem!reader

Words: 1.1k+

The fog had finally lifted but the idea of leaving hadn’t even occurred to you. This place was all you had ever known so there was no desire to see what lay outside anymore; your curiosity had died years ago. Growing up in an enchanted forest was a story few others could tell. Doing it alone was another story altogether but you had adopted almost instantly. 

"Hey, little guy," The small little blue and purple lizard came speeding through the trees. Running straight up to you, climbing up your arm and onto your open palm. "Long time no see. Where have you been hiding, huh?"

The adorable lizard was nothing new but the woman that came trailing after certainly was. Tall and fair with the most beautiful blue eyes and white-blonde hair. As pretty as she was, however, new people often meant danger. You jumped to your feet and backed away from her slowly, readying yourself in case of an attack. You had dealt with the northuldra before but you had never seen her before; you definitely would have remembered if you had. The fire spirit jumps down and runs up to the other women and that in itself is intriguing. "What do you want?"

"Nothing," She insisted, stopping in her tracks. She had a certain level of sophistication in her speaking voice. "I was simply following Bruni."

"Bruni?" You question, head tilting just a little.

"The lizard," she strokes it's little head. "that's what I call him."

"The fire spirit is never normally so friendly with other people." You speak slowly, eyes drifting to the lizard. The fire spirit as with all the spirits used to aid the Northuldra until they turned against them or so the story goes. This was different though. Bruni trusted her and seemed happy in her presence. There was a connection.

"Are you Northuldra?" The blonde asks and you shake your head, a huff of a laugh passing your lips.

"No, never." You blindly trust the fire spirit's judgment and so relax a little; retaking your spot on the ground by the fire. "I don't really have anything like... that. Just me and occasionally Bruni when he's in the mood to play."

"So you're out here alone?" She takes a cautious step closer and then another. "And you're friends with the spirits."

"I'm friends with the fire spirit much like you seem to be but not the others." You explain. A soft smile settling your lips.

"I can introduce you to others if you like?" She asks politely. "I am que- I am Elsa and who might you be?"

"Y/N." You state, looking up to her. "And I would love to meet the other spirits."

"Do you mind if I join you?" Elsa asks and you shake your head allowing her to sit beside you. "How long have you been out here?"

"You shrug a little. "Long enough."

"Must get lonely." Elsa hums.

"Sure, sometimes but it's fine." You shrug. "I like the quiet, I'm used to it. I enjoy being out in nature and I have bruni to keep me company."

She had stayed with you that day. Talking to you about your life within the forest. It was the first time in a long time you’d had a decent conversation with another human being. 

It was early morning when Elsa came to visit again. She was just so eager to introduce you to the spirits. You were excited too and appreciated what she was doing but could it not have waited a few hours? "You said you wanted to meet the other spirits and there is no better time than the present."

After making her breakfast, you set off into the woods. You had no clue where she was leading you. Bruni was stood on Elsa's shoulder as she guided the way. "First up, is the wind spirit." As if on cue, a gust of wind blew against you; swirling under your clothes and out the other end. "We like to call them Gale."

Your smile instantly brightens, a soft chuckle leaving your lips. You'd always been interested in the spirits. They were so different and magical. Bruni has been an odd occurrence, you never expected to make friends with but this was something else entirely. The wind grew stronger and soon enough you were hovering above the ground, unable to stop the giggles. "It's nice to meet you too, Gale."

The wind stops abruptly, sending you downwards and right on top of Elsa. Collective groans are head and you scramble up. Your cheeks flushed with heat out of embarrassment as you offer her a hand. "I'm so sorry- I- sorry."

"It is fine." Elsa declares with a soft chuckle. Taking your hand, you help pull her to her feet where she brushes herself off. "Not your fault. Gale can be quite playful."

“Are you hurt?” You feel a tinge of guilt for landing on her.

“I’m fine, Y/N. Please do not worry yourself.

A few days later and Elsa finally returns. She's been busy she tells you and there’s a part of you that missed her company. However, you don't question her. Today, the intriguing woman leads you towards the sea. You never come down here. It’s too risky for someone who can’t swim. Nobody had ever taught you and there was no way you were getting in that death trap to teach yourself.

"Scared of the water?" Elsa wonders, clearly noticing your reluctance to walk any closer to the water's edge. "There is really nothing to be scared off."

"I... beg to differ." You mumble meekly, eyes fixated on the way the water flowed in and out.

"You wanted to meet the water spirit, right?"

"Does that mean I have to go in the water?"

“Not at all.” She shook her head and out the water jumped a... horse? Only it was made of water? 

"Nokk the water spirit. Helped me on more than one occasion."

You're so in awe at what just happened in front of you, you don't even seem to register the rumbling from behind until a giant shadow blocks the sun. Turning slowly to see a giant made of rock. The fear of water is forgotten as you rush to Elsa's side, hiding just behind her. She takes your hand in hers; they’re soft and warm. "These are the earth spirits. Giants. They know this forest better than anyone."

She tries to take you forward but you pull her back. She glances back at you with a gentle expression. "It's okay. They won't hurt you, I'll keep you safe. Promise"

You take a deep breathe and walk along with her towards the giant creature who could so easily crush you. He leans down and Elsa reaches out to pet him on the nose. You're surprised by how gentle this all seems. You meet her blue gaze and she nods a little encouraging you to reach out. You’re cautious and slow. You don't know what you expect but he feels like stone which makes a lot of sense.

"Would you care to go for a ride?" Elsa wonders. It’s a question that takes you by surprise.

"A ride?"

Elsa points to the water spirit who was stood so elegantly on top of the water's surface. "On land?"

"If that would make you feel safer than sure." Letting go of your hand, she heads back towards the water horse. Placing her hand softly against its nose and before your very eyes the entire horse... crystallized? Your mouth drops open

"Did you... was that... magic?" Never had you heard of a human doing magic before. This was... amazing.

"Did I forget to mention I was a spirit too?"

"What?" You yelled a little too loudly but you were surprised by the revelation. "Since when were there five spirits?"

"Since I was born, I guess? Don’t think too much into it, it is a complex story. Maybe I’ll tell you one day.

"I... okay... what?" You didn't understand what or why but she was living proof you couldn't deny. The ice horse trotted onto dry land, sparkling in the midday sun. You cautiously approach, placing your hand against its nose. "You're cute huh?"

Elsa climbs up on top and offers you her delicate hand. "Well?"

There was no way you would turn down such an extraordinary and frankly weird offer. Climbing up, the horse shifts and you immediately wrap your arms tightly around Elsa. This was scarier than you thought it would be. When you realise what you’re doing, you let go. “I’m sorry-”

“It’s okay to be scared,” she assures you, taking both your hands she wraps your arms around her waist once again. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you, Y/N. You have my word.”

 "This seems dangerous? I’ve never ridden a horse before.” You tell her quietly. 

“It’ll be fun,” Elsa replies happily. “Have you ever seen Arendelle before?” 

“Should I know what that is?” 

“Allow me to show you.” With a flick of the reins, she made out of thin air the water spirit starts to move. Your grip on her tightens out of fear of falling off but other than that, Elsa was right. This was fun; you were glad you had decided to trust her. 

[kilyra]

You Gotta F*ck Dead Guys?

A/N: My apologies right off the bat because Eric doesn’t actually make an appearance until towards the end - but until then, there are a few fun cameos! This follows immediately after “You Work for Him?” Like essentially a Pt 1, Pt 2 situation. 

After Eric’s display at Merlotte’s, you decide to head out outside and find him. That turns out to be a very, very bad idea.

Warnings: Bad language and violence. No spoilers though (I myself am only on S3 or 4, so this is an early Eric style fic…also, please don’t send me any spoilers).

If you want to be on my tag lists, (all or just a character) just let me know! (Credit for this amazing gif goes to @bonniebird​​​. Thank you SO much!)

Pressing your back against the wall, you were trapped by Lafayette's knowing stare when all you wanted to do was get back to your table. Finally, you raised your eyebrows in a silent question – what?

“You gonna tell me what that was all about or do I actually have to ask what the hell it is you got yourself into?”

“I didn't do this,” you snapped as your eyes darted to the side.

The adrenaline had yet to subside from your veins even more than an hour after Eric had left Merlotte's. Every time you calmed down, the scene would replay in your head and your anxiety spiked all over again. Taking a moment in the washroom and splashing cold water on your face didn't snap you out of it.

Your string of drinks almost had but...

Lafayette's voice dropped as he pointedly tilted his large metal spatula in your direction. "Girl, I'm not playing here. Eric fucking Northman would never come all up in this place for no good reason.”

Your mind skipped over why he had such strong opinions about the vampire and went straight to his accusations. Waving him off, you continued side-stepping along the wall – this was the last thing you needed. "Why don't you ask Sookie?"

“Well, honey, that's hard to do when she's a no show.”

Although he never tried to block your exit, his blunt statement stopped you just as effectively. As you swallowed back the new surge of panic that scrambled up from your chest, he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. He was clearly waiting for you to come back to him with an expectant quirk of his eyebrow.

Running your tongue over your lips, you took a deep inhale. It didn't help. “She...didn't show up today? As in she's...missing?”

Taking a long moment, Lafayette's eyes dropped over you, making no effort to hide that he was searching you, head to toe, for visual clues of what was going on. “As in she called to say she couldn't make it. Again.”

A small glimmer of relief settled over your fear. It still wasn't good, but at least she wasn't dead. The fact that your mind went straight to death was something else you couldn't deal with. “I have to go.”

“Mmmhmm," he hummed in an irritated tone but didn't try to stop you. He had always been good at reading you and especially at knowing when it was pointless to push.

Hoyt and Jason immediately stopped their conversation as you approached the table and scooped your jacket from your side of the booth. Softly, Hoyt tapped his knuckles on the table to get your attention. “Oh, what? Sick of us already?”

You needed to find out what was going on, and Eric obviously wasn't coming back to the bar.

Scoffing lightly, you plastered a relaxed grin on your face. It came shockingly easily to you. “No, no, my ride's here is all. So thanks, it was fun...and hopefully tomorrow won't be such a shitty day.”

Rolling his eyes with a half shrug, Hoyt let it go. But Jason shoved himself from the booth and immediately stood in your way after you downed the last of your drink. His dark brown eyes were filled with deep-seated concern as he leaned towards you. "You sure it's a good idea to be alone right now? If you wait just a minute, I  can pay up and come with you."

Letting out a long sigh through your nose, you couldn't help the slight aggravation that swirled into your chest from his sweet gesture. Having him with you wasn't going to help. Finishing your sigh with a chuckle, and hoping that was a good enough cover, you added a nose crinkle to your ongoing smile. “Oh, come on now, there's nothing to worry about. I'm not in any danger.”

Jason's lips pinched together as he quietly thought everything over. “I don't know, Y/n. That didn't seem very friendly like.”

Resting your hand on his solidly toned arm, you gave a reassuring squeeze. “Seriously, Jason, it's fine. Besides, you have to invite a vampire into your home and you can't possibly think I'm that dumb.”

Because that would be dumb...

Glancing down at your hand, he rubbed the back of his neck before he finally nodded. “Aw, hell, of course I don't. I just...look you got my number, alright? Make sure you use it is all.”

After repeatedly promising, you were still shocked that he let you go without following you out. All it would have taken was a single glance outside to see there was no ride. But as you hurried out of the parking lot, no worried shouts came to try to stop you.

Although you had only walked to Merlotte's a time or two before, you were confident you knew the way back home. What you didn't count on, however, was how different everything looked in the dark. While it was unimposing during the day, the shadows from the trees seemed to reach out for you with clawing hands at night. You quickened the pace.

It didn't take long before the alcohol wore off enough that you started questioning how good of an idea it was. Truthfully, you hadn't expected to make it much past the bar before Eric turned up to confront you. But, as you made your way along the deserted rural road, the little voice of reason...the one that spent way too much time being quiet lately...spoke up.

Get back to Merlotte's. This was a stupid idea.

But, just as you paused to turn back, there was a rustling in the bush.

And, just like that, your doubts disappeared in a wave of anger – partly for confronting you like he did and partly for letting you walk alone as long as he did. Huffing forcefully, you spun on your heel. “Well holy shit, about time. You wanted to talk so badly, so come out of there and lets fucking talk.”

Silence.

Clenching your jaw, you scanned the trees, waiting for Eric or even Pam to emerge. After a few long moments, a figure finally came out of the brush. Flanked by a few other figures. None of them were the tall, slim silhouettes you were expecting. Your pulse raced just a little faster.

As they came onto the road, the silver moonlight lit up their faces and you recognized them immediately. The mouth-breathers from Merlotte's with the suspiciously clean trucker hats.

Your heart dropped.

“Bad news, you fangbanging bitch but it ain't your pretty boy vamp out here.” It was too dark to see which one said it. Not that it mattered.

“You think she was really just planning on talking?”

“No. What's a matter baby, is a real man too much for you? You gotta fuck dead guys?”

Their sneering comments back and forth flooded you with the horror of your situation. You were out there alone and severely outnumbered. Not even Jason's training could help the odds. Through your panic haze, one clear thought came to the surface.

Run.

Darting to the side, you scrambled headlong into the treeline, leaving them yelling after you as though it would stop you. Following their chorus of swears came the crunching of leaves and twigs as they trampled the ground behind you. Trying to part the way with your forearms up over your face, you ignored the thin vines and branches that scraped your skin.

Blindly running, you had no idea where you were going and sharply veered to the side to take a less predictable path. Stumbling forward, you caught yourself with one knee on the ground and your hand braced against a rough tree trunk. Holding your shaking breath, you listened for your pursuers but it was hard to hear anything over the rushing in your ears. It sounded like they had gone straight, that your turn might have helped...

Carefully, you pulled yourself to your feet, attempting to be quiet. Your chin quivered as the adrenaline caught up to you, railing against the painstakingly slow movements you were taking. As your heart hammered violently against your rib cage, you kept your panting to shallow sips of air and crept forward.

Your efforts didn't matter. Just as you came close to a clearing, thick arms wrapped around you from behind. Everything inside you screamed out, but you stayed silent as he growled. “Got you now, bitch.”

Dropping one foot back, you grabbed his elbow and bent forward, throwing yourself as hard as you could. He was too stunned to fight it as you pulled him with you, catching his side on your hip. His foot tripped on your shin, taking away his last chance of staying upright and he flipped onto his back in front of you, letting out a pained grunt.

It worked. Jason's relentless training worked.

The surprising victory was short-lived as you dropped your grip and started running. Suddenly, your face met the ground.

Blinking away the stars dancing over your vision, you turned back and saw his hand clamped over your ankle. His teeth seemed to glow in the dim light as he grinned and roughly yanked you back to him. Your body went on autopilot as you kicked your free leg at his face, grinding his nose under the heel of your boot.

Once. Twice. Three times.

Blood sprayed with each stomp, followed by the crunching, squelching sound of his broken nose being split open. His teeth didn't glow so much once they were coated in his dark blood.

Getting your feet under you, you didn't care how loud you were as you raced into the clearing. As you ran, you starting pulling a long, silver chain from around your neck. It was thicker than a decorative necklace so you kept it under your shirt, but it had been a good idea that Jason came up with. Or had gotten from Sookie, more likely.

Even though the assholes chasing you weren't vampires, the chain was solid enough to at least hurt if you whipped it hard enough. And you planned to.

Reaching the small clearing, you realized you didn't hear lumbering footsteps behind you. Not slowing, you scrambled to cross over to the trees on the opposite side. But before you dashed back into the bushes, an odd sound caught your attention. You couldn't help but freeze.

A rustle followed by a loud thud. And again. The sound got closer until the last one was just at the edge of the clearing where you kicked the man off you. But that time, you could hear a loud groan of pain. Something was very, very wrong.

Run.

A whooshing kicked up from behind as your feet came back to life and you dove forward. But the safety of the trees didn't get any closer. Distantly, you realized you weren't moving, your feet were just sliding on the grass. Something was holding you back.

Wrapping one end of the chain around your hand, you swung wildly as you turned. There was a blur and a hand caught your flailing wrist, the chain bouncing harmlessly off the sleeve of a leather jacket. The long, honey-blonde hair that framed your attacker's face didn't even stir at the unnatural motion. Looking up, you found yourself staring into piercing blue eyes before they dropped to the chain still swinging against the fabric.

Snapping back to you, with a high arch of the eyebrow, the memorizing eyes dulled with irritation. It took your scrambling mind a few seconds to realize who was holding you, frowning as though you were a child having a tantrum.

Pam.

Her grip was unyielding as she spoke over her shoulder. “Eric, if your pet burns me with silver...we won't have to worry about saving her anymore.”

“S-saving me? From...from those guys?”

Snorting, Pam finally let you go as she rolled her eyes. “Oh please. Like I'd waste my time saving you from idiot, drunken locals.”

“Speaking of those idiot, drunken locals, Pam...you didn't kill any of them, did you? Because we can't afford an incident like that right now.” Eric's cool voice seemed to drift to you from somewhere behind the vampire staring you down.

Shrugging, she turned towards the voice. “I wasn't trying to.”

“Pam.”

“What? They'll probably be fine. Hell, I couldn't have hurt them any worse than Y/n did. Did you see him? He hardly had a nose left...”

Your insides clenched as the image of his blood-covered face flashed through your mind, and Pam's grin made it worse. When she glanced down at you, there was even a hint of pride in her stare. It took everything you had left to force the bile back down your throat.

"Go get Chow from Y/n's house and bring the car here. We need to get back to Fangtasia." Apparently, they expected you to get a ride home as well.

Pam's smirk dropped, but she didn't argue. In a blur, she disappeared, leaving Eric standing before you. His eyebrows rose as he frowned. It almost looked apologetic, but you knew that couldn't be right.

Swallowing heavily, you desperately tried to stop your mind from reeling. Everything was a frenzied mess and you couldn't tell if you were relieved or angry to see his icy eyes drinking you in as he stood a few feet away.

“I suppose you expect me to be grateful or some shit?”

Your fire carved out a deep grin on his lips and...unless you were delusional..a similar look of pride to Pam's. But when he spoke, his voice was as dispassionate. “I only expect you to get in the car. As I said, we need to get back to Fangtasia.”

“A-as...as you said? Y-you haven't said anything! You cause this entire shit storm and then just start bossing me around?” The words sputtered out as you struggled to grasp any of your racing thoughts.

Blinking, Eric spread his hands apart, looking the part of the confused and innocent man. "I've spent this entire night trying to help you, at a great personal inconvenience I might add."

The chain rattled lightly as you balled your hands into tight fists. “None of this would have happened if you hadn't just shown up like that! What did you think would happen if you singled me out in front of a bunch of small-minded bigots?”

Stepping closer, he titled his head as a faint furrow traced a light line between his eyes. “And so you expect to keep this a secret? How well do you think that will work?”

Taking a subconscious step back, you thought you caught a fleeting look of disappointment flashing across his features. It stabbed at you. "I-I...this...This? What even is this​?”

Straightening, he turned his head slightly, as though he caught a distant noise that you had no hope of hearing. “At the moment? More of a problem for you than you realize.”

A thin layer of confusion rolled through you, forcing you into a sudden stillness. It wasn't the answer you were expecting. Even your voice grew softer. “Look...I'm sorry for how I reacted at Merlotte's but-”

His face snapped back towards you, cutting you short with just his hard stare. “While I'm sure it's tearing you up inside, that's not what I'm talking about.”

The sarcasm cut as deeply as his earlier look of disappointment, but you stayed quiet.

“It seems the declaration I was pushed into, claiming you as mine, has painted a target on your back.”

Your mouth went dry, and you stumbled back another step. Within that second, all the bolstering strength you found in training to defend yourself simply dissolved. What were you in his world but a lamb being led to slaughter?

“I...I don't understand?" Had there been even a slight breeze in the air, it would have swept your soft words away entirely.

Eric's cold features seemed to take on a mild hint of warmth as he moved towards you. His eyes bore into yours as he carefully set his hand on your arm. “I'll explain everything. But we need to go.”

Your gaze drifted past him, looking over the clearing. Somewhere in the trees laid several unconscious men. Bad men who were ready to do worse to someone they didn't even know. And yet, anyone passing by would have no idea. The world was still and calm. A quiet, deceptive lie in the soft light of the moon.

“Y/n, we need to leave. Now.”

Although his words had a trace of his usual, commanding tone, there was something subtly different. Almost like there was a plea buried deep in there. You both knew he could snatch you up and take you anywhere whether you wanted him to or not. And yet, there he was, asking you to see reason and make the choice to go with him.

A quiet confidence trickled through you, melting what was left of your anger. Things were changing and trying to keep fighting it was draining you to your core. Letting out a long sigh, you lowered the chain and stepped towards him, bumping your forehead against his chest. His heavy arm wrapped around your shoulder as you pulled yourself against him and finally nodded.

He gave a gentle squeeze before you pulled away and let him guide you from the clearing. “Good. Because we also have to get you cleaned up. You're a mess and we just can't have that.” 

That time, you were certain you saw a faint grin tug at the edge of his lips.

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[desire-to-write-fanfic]

Blindsided-Part 7

A/N: It has been 2 YEARS since I updated this pic. Two freaking years. I’m not even sure if the people who enjoyed it are still invested, but I am determined to finish this series this time. I hope you enjoy! 

Steve hadn’t gone back home after going to a bar last night.

Nat and Tony had both called you to ask if he was at your place when they realized he wasn’t at HQ.

And then he was late. Steve was never late.

You sat on the training mat in the gym, gripping your coffee and scrolling through missions when he made his appearance, stuffing his clothes from yesterday into his duffel.

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. You refused to let him know you’d been worried something bad had happened to him, but after three unanswered texts in which you’d been left on-read, you’d stopped bugging him.

“Good night?” you asked casually, sipping your coffee.

He dropped his bag on the bench with a thud, wrapping his hands with tape. “Not in the way you’re implying.”

You held up a hand to ward off any attack, heaving yourself to your feet. “I wasn’t implying anything.” you finished your coffee, setting the mug on the other end of the bench as he turned to face you.

He set his hands on his hips, staring you down with those intense blue eyes. “Yes, you were.”

You shrugged. “You were gone all night. What you did isn’t my business.”

And it wasn’t.

You didn’t care.

That was a lie. You did care, even though you shouldn’t have.

Your feelings were like a tornado and you couldn’t make sense of them. This jealousy at the possibility he spent the night with a woman was ridiculous. Not only had you just ended your engagement, but you’d also agreed to go on a date with Pietro, so you shouldn’t have been thinking of Steve that way at all.

“Y/N, did you hear me?” He probed impatiently and your head whipped up.

“I’m sorry, what?” you asked, meeting his gaze.

“I stayed at Sam’s place,” he replaced the roll he was using on his hands back in his bag and sat down lightly on the bench, his fingers curling over the edge.

“Is this because I agreed to go on a date with Pietro?” you asked, hugging yourself lightly. “I know you see him every day and if it’s too weird for you two, then tell me. I don’t want to make anything awkward.”

He shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes until he brushed it back, retaping his left hand. “That had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me,” he sighed.

“So it is because I told Pietro I’d go on a date with him?” you asked, staring down at your empty coffee mug like it was the most interesting thing you’d ever seen.

“Yes.” your head snapped up as he continued, dragging his hand over his face. “No. I don’t know,” he mumbled, his words muffled by his palm. “Things are complicated.” his jaw snapped together as he stood, zipping up his bag aggressively.

“How?” you pressed, crossing your arms.

“You’re my best friend, Y/N.” He slammed his bag onto the floor and you flinched at the violent action. “It can’t be more than that. I told you I wouldn’t lose you, and I meant that.” He sighed raggedly. “I’m gonna go hit the bag. You don't need to spar with me,” he muttered, brushing past you.

You stood there, dumbfounded, unsure what to do or say.

So you did nothing.

~~~~~~~~

Several days passed, and Steve still kept you at arm’s length.

Men could be so incredibly frustrating, and it turned out super soldiers were no exceptions. Pietro had called and texted you some, but you’d yet to go on an actual date. Although you still had plans to go out for dinner on Friday, so it was still happening, angry, moody Steve, or not.

You sighed inwardly. Tony was having a pool party at his mansion to celebrate his engagement to Pepper, and although Steve had offered to drive you, the car ride was still filled with awkward, insufferable silence. You had no clue how to fix it, but mainly because the stubborn man wouldn’t tell you what you’d done wrong in the first place.

He’d made it perfectly clear he didn’t want any romantic relationship, and frankly, you didn’t think you were ready for more. You’d already begun to regret saying yes to Pietro, but what could one date hurt?

You arrived at the tower and took a deep breath. So much had changed since the last time you’d been here. Then, you’d been blindly happy and engaged. Steve got out of the car, and you followed, more awkward silence stretching between the two of you. Normally, it was a comfortable silence, but now it felt like he was building an invisible wall to block you out.

You followed him to the massive backyard, a gust of wind pushing your hair into your eyes. “Hey, there you guys are!” Pietro waved from a nearby lawn chair. He grabbed two beers from the cooler and jogged over to meet you. He only wore a pair of navy board shorts slung low on his lean hips, and dark sunglasses hid his eyes, although nothing could hide his blinding smile. A twinge of guilt shot through you that his smile did nothing to you, but it wasn’t…..

You shook your head to clear the thought away as Steve strode away, not waiting for Pietro to reach the two of you. He held a beer out and you smiled, taking a sip. It wasn’t your favorite, but it was the thought that counted, right?

“How’ve you been?” he asked, pushing his sunglasses up further on his head. You shrugged. “Busy, honestly. I’m super behind on my reports,” you admitted.

He nodded, and after a moment's silence, laughed. “It’s really hot. I’m gonna get back in the pool. You wanna come?” he tossed his thumb over his shoulder at the crystal blue water.

“Sure,” you smiled, grateful for something to break the quiet. You stripped off your tank top and shorts and tossed them onto the nearest lawn chair, having worn your black and white bikini underneath.

Tony’s friend, James Rhodes, occupied one of the lawn chairs as you followed Pietro, and he looked up at you from his phone. “Hey, Y/N, right?” he asked.

You nodded. You hadn’t seen James Rhodes since the disaster last New Year’s. He’d been absent when Brett and Steve got into a fight, but he’d caught you and Brett in a hallway on his way back from the bathroom. Brett had been shouting at you, making everything out to be your fault, and you’d stood there, mute, as you took his verbal assault. James interrupted, cutting Brett down with quick, sharp words. Brett didn’t yell again that night.

“How’ve you been?” he questioned. “Where’s…?” he paused, waiting for you to fill in the blank.

“Fucking someone else,” you replied, taking another sip of your beer. At this point, you didn’t even care anymore.

James winced. “Sorry?”

Your lips quirked into a half-smile. “You said that like a question.” He paused, seeming to search for the right words. “He didn’t seem very nice,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, I’m glad it’s over.” It was the first time you’d said the words out loud and you felt a stirring in your heart at the truth in them. You were better off without him. Bigger and better things were headed your way and when the time was right, you would fall in love again. For real this time.

“I’m happy to hear that,” he smiled. “Hey,” Pietro pulled your attention away. “You ready?” he asked.

You set down your beer, nodding, and followed him to the pool. Stepping into the cool water felt amazing and you let out a breathy sigh as Pietro forgoed the steps, diving into the water.

He swished his wet hair from his eyes upon surfacing, and swam over, grinning. “Some party, huh?” he asked, looking around.

“Tony likes to go all out,” you agreed, scanning the decorations and guests as you swam over to the nearest wall, kicking out your legs behind you. Pietro joined you, mimicking your position.

“How was your mission?” you asked, squinting in the sunlight. He stretched his palms out on the concrete, and you noted the callouses on his hands. Steve had similar ones. They came from all the fighting. You’d asked if they hurt once, and he said it looked worse than it felt.

“Fun,” he grinned. You chose not to comment, stories of what Pietro did after those missions were common, and most included him taking a local girl to his hotel.

“I wish I could’ve gone with you guys,” you muttered, still slightly irritated your team had been sat out.

“Next time,” he winked, his arm bumping into yours as he drew closer. You opened your mouth to respond, the sounds quickly turning into a scream when someone cannonballed into the pool behind you, drenching your upper body. You turned, ready to go off when Steve surfaced between you and Pietro. “Steve?” you asked incredulously. “What the hell are you doing?”  

He shook his head, water droplets flying. “I was hot, so I'm cooling off.”

You’d never wanted to punch him so bad before. You glared, tongue working behind your closed mouth as you tried to form words. “You’re starting to piss me off,” you finally hissed. With an apologetic smile in Pietro’s direction, you pulled yourself out of the pool, ringing your hair out.

You headed for the side of the house, needing a moment to collect yourself before you hit your best friend. His odd behavior the past few days, combined with what had just happened, was more than enough to make you angry.

You’d barely rounded the house when a warm hand caught your elbow. Tiny chills broke out along your spine and you knew who it would be standing there before you turned around.

“Let me go,” You jerked your arm away and he did. You stared at Steve, letting him feel the anger radiating from you. His hair dripped water along his chest, and you followed a bead down his stomach to his red board shorts that hung dangerously low on his hips, disappearing along the trail of dark hair beneath his belly button.

“What are you doing?” you snapped, hugging yourself. “Because you’re being an ass.” He glanced down, having the decency to look ashamed. He ran his hands over his face, letting out a small groan. “I don’t know,” he admitted.

“No. You can't tell me that you don’t want anything more than a friendship and then start acting like a dog marking his territory when I decide to date someone else. This is my life, Steve. Figure out how you want to be in it.” you snapped, staring him down, daring him to try and argue. “I have been going through a lot, especially recently, and I shouldn’t have to be worried about my best friend hating me for trying to put my life back together.”

He nodded, sweeping his hair back. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“Listen, I can talk to Tony and see if he can reassign me to a new team. I’ll be out of your way and things won’t be so tense between us anymore.” you offered. Working with him seemed like it was only aggravating the situation.

“No, don’t.” he protested, shaking his head. “That’s not necessary and I don’t want to derail your career. I’ll get my act together, I promise.”

You hesitated, studying his expression before you softened. Steve had yet to break a promise to you. “I believe you.”

Relief flooded his face and he took a deep breath, offering you a small smile. “Can we just forget the past few days?” he asked. You returned his smile and nodded and he visibly relaxed. He reached forward and tugged you into a hug and you melted against him, feeling the stress of the situation melt away.

“I’m sorry again,” he murmured against your hair. You opened your mouth to respond when a cough surprised you both and you pulled away, Pietro standing awkwardly behind Steve. “I thought I’d make sure you two weren’t trying to claw one another’s eyes out, but it seems like that’s not necessary.” he smiled tightly, looking between you and Steve.

You lifted your hands and wiggled your fingers jokingly. “No claws here, see?” After a moment Pietro relaxed, returning your smile and you breathed a silent sigh of relief. You’d just cleared up the tension, you didn’t need more.

“Shall we?” you asked Pietro, stepping forward to walk with him back towards the pool, his hand landing on the small of your back as you walked. You stole a glance back at Steve, his hands on his hips as he looked at the ground.

He lifted his head slightly, catching your eye and you quickly looked away, focusing instead on what Pietro was telling you, but that brief look from Steve had revealed much more than he’d said and the ache inside you seemed to grow stronger.

[ghostspideys-moved]

We’ll Have Tomorrow

Chapter One

A/N: Okay, look, I know I have a bunch of other things to actually finish, but the nice thing is, I’ve already written the first 7 or 8 chapters of this, so I’m ahead and can keep updating this a little better than anything else I’ve started, but I hope y’all like this. I worked super hard on it.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: None at the moment I think

Pairing: Steve Harrington x OC (eventually)

Summary: River Matthews, also known as 004, was trying her hardest to live a normal life. Or, as normal as that got for her. She’s been hiding in plain sight for years now, when suddenly, she gets dragged back into the weird happenings in Hawkins.

The first thing that told River something was wrong was the screeching she heard from across the street. The game of street hockey she’d been playing alone went completely forgotten the moment she heard it. It filled her with a sense of dread and made her stomach drop. She knew that sound anywhere, and it terrified her all over again. What was worse was when the screeching suddenly grew quiet.

Gripping her hockey stick tightly, she brought herself to walk over and investigate. She didn’t quite know the people who lived across from her, but she’d talked to Mrs Henderson once. She seemed nice enough, as did Dustin.

If that sound was coming from their house, River needed to make sure they were okay. She would hate herself if she didn’t. Part of her also hoped she’d been mistaken. But what else could make such a harrowing sound like that?

River knocked on the door. All she heard from the other side was someone yelling (Dustin, she guessed), followed by a string of curses. When the door opened, Dustin stood in the doorway. He cleared his throat and tried to act casual, for whatever reason, which only made her even more worried.

“Hey. If you’re looking for my mom, she’s not here right now,” he said.

River shook her head. “No. I just heard something, and I thought I’d see if you were okay.” She peered past him, checking for anything unusual.

“Nope. Everything’s fine. You must have heard Mews. He’s my cat.” He frowned a bit as he said it, but she wasn’t quite sure why.

“Are you sure? Because that definitely did not sound like a cat.”

Dustin sighed. “Shit,” he mumbled. “Okay, look. This is gonna sound crazy, but just bear with me for a second.”

River had a horrible feeling she kind of knew where this was going. And if that had been what she thought she heard, how was this kid even alive? She leaned against the doorway. “Try me.”

“Okay, so I may have a weird creature stuck in my cellar right now, and I don’t really know what to do about it now,” he explained. “You’re an adult, right?”

“I’m eighteen, so technically yes.”

“Good enough for me. I need to figure out what to do, and the older kids usually know what to do,” he said. Dustin joined her outside and closed the door behind him. River had no idea what he was talking about, but she knew the screeching had to have been one of those creatures the scientists from Hawkins Lab were so obsessed with, and it must be what he had trapped in the cellar.

Dustin was already taking off down the street. River sighed and followed after him.

“Wait, more people know about those things?” she asked.

Dustin nodded. “Yeah. Wait.” He turned to her. “You know about the Demogorgons?”

If she was going to help, she might as well explain herself. At least a little bit. “Um, If that’s what you’re calling them, yeah. I mean, I don’t know a whole lot, but I know a little.” That was the truth of the matter, because she’d only seen one maybe once before.

The gears in his head seemed to turn as he tried to decide what to make of that. Clearly, he had some questions, and that was what worried her. Maybe she should have stayed out of this. “How the hell do you know about all that?” he asked, leading her away from his house.

“I just do. It’s not really important right now. Where the hell are we even going?” She was blindly following him at the moment with no clue where he was going, or if he had a plan.

“The Wheelers’ house. Nancy and Mike might know what to do.”

While River didn’t exactly know Nancy Wheeler personally, she knew Jonathan was friends with her. Seeing as Jonathan was her only friend, she’d seen Nancy around, though she was usually accompanied by Steve Harrington. How she was going to help, River had no clue, and at this point, she didn’t really feel like asking. It sounded like it might be a long story.

For now, River followed him. Dustin at least seemed to have some idea of what he was doing.

When they arrived at the Wheeler household, she stood behind Dustin as he rang the doorbell. She was going to let him do the talking. He could explain things far better than she could.

“Your line has been busy for over two hours, Mr Wheeler. Do you realize that?” Mr Wheeler sighed and nodded, seemingly used to this kind of judgement from Dustin.

“Yes, I do.”

“Is Mike home?”

Mr Wheeler turned and yelled for his wife. “Karen, where’s Mike?”

“Will’s!” she answered from inside the house.

“He’s at Will’s.”

Dustin sighed and shook his head. “No one’s picking up there.”

River hadn’t been able to get a hold of Jonathan earlier, so she wondered if that had something to do with it.

“What about Nancy?”

Mr Wheeler called out to his wife again, who told him Nancy was at a friend’s house. River sighed. Clearly this wasn’t going the way Dustin had planned it, which meant they needed a new plan.

“Son of a bitch. You’re really no help at all, you know that?” Dustin started to walk away. River waved at Mr Wheeler and ran after him.

“Okay, so what now?” she asked. “Your plan didn’t really work out.”

“Yeah, no shit.” As he seemed to be thinking of a new plan, he looked over when a car pulled up nearby.

River was a bit surprised to see Steve step out with a bouquet. Although he was dating Nancy, it made sense when she actually thought about it. He seemed to be talking to himself (maybe working out what to say), when Dustin intercepted Steve before he could reach the door.

“Are those for Mrs Wheeler?” Dustin asked.

Steve raised an eyebrow. “No.”

“Good. She’s not home.” Dustin took the flowers and threw them back into Steve’s car. River honestly tried not to laugh, but she failed, letting out a snort. Steve rolled his eyes and went back to his car.

“What the hell?” he exclaimed.

“We have more important things than your love life,” Dustin insisted. He turned back to River. “This is my neighbor. River, right?” she nodded. “River, this is Steve. Steve, this is River.”

River waved, not even bothering to explain that she knew Steve. Maybe she’d never talked to him, but everyone knew Steve “The hair” Harrington.

“Now that that’s out of the way, allow me to explain a bit,” he continued. “I thought I had found a new species, so I kept it in my room. But then it kept growing. And now it’s locked in my cellar, and I need your guys’ help.”

“Maybe it’s a lizard,” Steve suggested.

“Dude. It ate my cat.”

River’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry, you kept a Demogorgon in your house?” That part she didn’t know about, but the idea alone made her shudder. How could he keep something like that without either getting killed or freaking out?

“I think it was a baby Demogorgon,” Dustin explained. “I knew Dart was growing way too quickly, but I guess I didn’t think about it.”

“You named it Dart?”

“Yes, Steve. Keep up. His name is Dart, short for D’artagnan.”

River shook her head. She didn’t understand Dustin, but she definitely admired his ability to talk so nonchalantly about something so terrible.

“Do you still have that bat?” he asked Steve.

“The bat?”

“The one with the nails in it.”

“Uh, yeah.”

Dustin started to get in the car. “Good. You’re gonna need it.” He gestured for them to get in the car with him. Sighing, Steve and River shared an exasperated look and followed.

As she should have figured, the car ride mostly consisted of questions. Mainly from Steve.

“Okay, explain to me how the hell you know about any of this,” he said.

River sighed. She anxiously pulled at her sleeve, trying to decide exactly how to tell them without giving too much away. Which was difficult the more she thought about it. She had to give them some sort of answer, didn’t she?

“Trust me. I don’t really think you’d believe me if I told you,” she answered. “It’s a long story, and I’m not even sure if I’m supposed to tell you.” Besides, telling anyone wouldn’t only affect her, but it would also affect her brother. And while Hawthorne wasn’t here, that didn’t mean she could risk anything.

They were already pulling up to Dustin’s house. “We’ve been through a lot,” Dustin said. “I’m sure anything you tell us can’t exactly be more surprising than finding out about Demogorgons and the Upside Down.”

Maybe he had a point, but that didn’t exactly mean River could tell them. “Let’s just say that I don’t know a whole lot, but it might be enough to help you,” she sighed. “In fact, I might be way more helpful than you’d think.”

Steve parked outside the house and gave her a confused look. “Whatever the case, you know about things we thought only we knew.” She could tell he seemed a bit suspicious, and she didn’t really blame him for it.

River sighed and got out of the car, following Dustin across the lawn. “Sorry that I don’t exactly feel like spilling my life story to a bunch of strangers,” she mumbled. He only shook his head and followed along.

Dustin led them out to the cellar. Steve had his bat ready, and all River had on-hand was her hockey stick. It wasn’t as good a weapon, but it would have to do.

“So you trapped that thing down here?” Steve asked.

Dustin nodded. “You guys take a look, and I’ll stay behind,” he said. “Just in case.” Steve shook his head and slowly opened the door. Scared that Dart might jump out at them, River readied her weapon. Steve led the way, seeming to notice how eerily quiet it was just as she did. River was sure they’d notice if there was a Demogorgon by now. When they didn’t spot anything, Steve took a look around and pointed at a hole in the ground.

River paled as realization started to set in. It wasn’t here, and that was somehow a whole lot worse.

Steve crouched down to look at the hole. “I think your little friend dug his way out.”

River heard Dustin rush down to take a look for himself. He cursed, clearly realizing the horrible situation they were in. River let out an exasperated sigh and started to pace around the room.

“Okay, so what now?” she asked. “There’s literally a baby Demogorgon on the loose, which I didn’t even know was a thing. And now I have to help a bunch of strangers find it because who knows what could happen if we don’t find it.” She was mostly rambling to herself.

Steve stood again and placed a hand on River’s shoulder to stop her nervous pacing. “We’re gonna find that thing,” he assured her. “How hard can it be to find a weird-lizard-thing?”

River shrugged. “A lot harder than you think.”

“Actually, I might have an idea,” Dustin cut in.

[protectteamfreewill]

Lost in the Moment

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: none i guess? angst?

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: I wrote this one a while ago.. tonight I figured why the hell not read it again, edit and correct it and post it? So I hope y’all like it, if you do please leave some feedback <3

Also this is inspired by the song Lost in the moment by NF so you might wanna check that out

*I do not own any Supernatural characters and/or gifs I may use*

“Don’t try to shut me out of this. I’ve been here since day one. I’m just as much a part of this as you are,” you whisper, tears threatening to spill as you discretely study his face in the dim light of the increasing amount of shimmering stars. As if it would be the last time you could ever do so. Trying to take in the freckles dusting his nose and cheeks, the emerald green orbs that once carried so much happiness, so much hope, but now had become dull. Both the hope and happiness now brought back to an eventual spark that would light up his entire face but was usually suppressed by emotions such as grief, pain and sadness.

You had known the Winchesters ever since you were a little girl. When you were six years old a werewolf slaughtered both your parents. You would have shared the same fate, hadn’t John Winchester stepped in right when he did. You didn’t have any family to stay with, so that’s why John decided to take you in until he found someone to take care of you. Luckily he never did.

Soon after he introduced you to his two sons. Sammy being just as old as you, Dean a couple years older. At first you didn’t talk. You were timid and distrustful. But Sammy always offered you his toys and both the boys protected you like you were their sister, allowing you to slowly but surely warm up to them, developing a deep and valuable friendship. Even though you were younger, you became especially close with Dean. As you grew up the two of you happened to share the same taste in music, the same love for food, the same kind of humour.. kind of the same everything. When everyone was sleeping the two of you were often still having deep conversations about life or whatever was on both your minds. You were there after he tracked down his first monster by himself, when he got his first girlfriend. You were there every time John thought he had screwed up and he needed someone to comfort him. To tell him he was so much more than a screw-up. Likewise Dean was there the first time you killed a monster, the first time you had a date, the first time you were able to go to prom and got stood-up. He was there every time you had another nightmare about your parents or when the thoughts in your mind got too much to bear. Yes, you got along great with Sammy and you loved him like a brother, but your bond with Dean just went so much deeper. You trusted him with everything you had in you. And he trusted you.

Or at least after everything you thought he did.

You knew there was something going on. Hell you’d known there was something going on ever since the boys succeeded in killing the yellow-eyed demon. Dean had forced you to sit that one out. When both the boys returned they quickly revealed they succeeded, they killed it. Yet they were both rather vague about what exactly happened that night. But you didn’t miss the stiffness in Sammy’s posture or the concealed worry in Dean’s eyes. You had chosen not to say anything about it back then, but ever since that day you knew there was something both the brothers were keeping from you.

Right after dinner Dean had asked you to come with him for a ride in his Impala. Him asking you such thing was nothing special. The two of you often went for a ride together when you had a day off, just pointlessly driving around, singing along to your favourite songs, talking. Most of the times you ended up in your favourite diner, no matter how far away you initially were.

But as you take your usual spot besides Dean in the passenger seat today things feel different. Loaded. After he starts the engine and sets off neither him nor you says anything. The music softly plays but neither one of you sings along.

It’s like the calm before the storm.

This time you don’t end up in your favourite diner. Dean pulls over and stops the car as the sun is beginning to set. Without a word he gets out and runs around the car to open your door for you. You don’t say anything. You don’t get out or even make an attempt to do so. You look at Dean, your brows furrowed and a puzzled look written on your face.

“Would you get out, please?” he asks, begs almost.

“What are we doing here?”

“I thought we could watch the sunset together.”

“Watch the sunset? Dean-“ you exclaim, tilting your head as your eyebrows shoot up. “We never, never, watch the sunset. That’s something they do in chick flick movies, something you claim to strongly dislike,” you proclaim, making sure to emphasise the ‘never’.

“Please?”

For a short moment you scan his face. Noticing the signs of distress, of sadness, of fear, that you know damn well he’s trying to hide. But you know him better than that. You blindly know all his quirks and habits and when and why they surface. So you nod, shortly, taking his hand and allowing him to help you get out of his car. He shuts the door behind you and leads you to the front of the car, leaning against the hood and motioning for you to do the same.

Without another word the two of you view the sunset, watching the yellow ball of fire change to hues of orange, merging with the sky. You watch as the clouds turn to cotton candy, painting the sky a beautiful mix of blue and violet with the occasional pink and still a few specks of orange here and there. After a while the sun disappears behind the horizon, giving way to a thousand of stars. Only to be seen as the clouds slowly drift away.

“Are you ever going to tell me what happened the night you and Sammy killed the yellow-eyed demon?” you silently ask without taking your eyes off of the sky, not yet daring to face Dean. You weren’t sure why you were bringing it up, or why you were bringing it up at this specific moment. All you knew was that the matter, somehow and for some reason, was nagging at you. “I mean we never really talked about it.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. It happened,” he states blankly.

“Okay.. Then are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you?” you try again, getting more cautious with each word you pronounce. Sometimes, much like you, Dean doesn’t want to help. He doesn’t want to be saved, or more so he’s convinced himself he isn’t worth saving. If you didn’t approach the matter in the right manner or approached it too quickly you knew he would instantly put up his walls and there was no chance they’d be going down again anytime soon.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine,” is all he lets on.

You glance sideways, noting the way he’d crossed his arms in front of his chest, as a protective barrier to guard himself, his eyebrows knitted together and his shoulder feeling tense against yours. He is lying, if it wasn’t obvious already.

“Dean..”

“I can’t,” he snaps, turning his body to face you. “I can’t,” he then repeats, softer this time.

You fully turn around now as well, facing him. “Don’t shut me out of this,” you whisper, searching his face for more clues to guide you. To tell you what’s going on so you could help him. So you could save him. “I’ve been here for you during everything, don’t you dare shut me out of this,” you were well aware almost everyone else in your position right now would probably be mad. Mad that he didn’t trust you or hurt even. But you knew the way Dean’s mind worked. He was trying to protect you. Knowing him he had probably postponed this conversation for as long as possible so you’d have to worry about it as little as possible. But he was going to tell you, and he was going to tell you tonight. You just had to show him you cared enough so he actually could tell you.

He sighs in defiance, his shoulders lowering before he nervously licks his lips. “The.. The night we killed the yellow-eyed demon.. Sammy died,” your eyes widen in shock but you don’t dare to interfere, biting back your gasp and watching as Dean struggles to find the words. “The demon, he- he set up this game. This competition. Sam and some other kids like him, only one of them was supposed to make it out alive. When I saw Sammy, when we-, some kid stabbed him. He died.. he died in my arms,” he chokes out, now struggling to fight back tears.

“Oh my god, Dean,” you take a step forward with the intention of hugging him, but Dean takes a step back and shakes his head.

“No.”

“Dean..” you slowly say as you suddenly realize what exactly this might possibly mean. “What did you do?” he doesn’t reply, just shakes his head again. The tears coming dangerously close to spilling now.

“Did you sell your soul for him?” your eyes wide as you watch him, you can feel your heart beating in your chest, your breath stuck in your throat as your thoughts run a million miles an hour, quickly putting all the pieces together.

“I had to,” his voice cracks. “I had to look out for him. It’s my job.”

“How long have you got?”

“Tomorrow.”

“What did you just say?” you blurt out, unable to process the fact that this was his last night with you.

Often when you were reading you’d roll your eyes at the parts where the protagonist’s world was falling apart, the writer often describing it as a ‘shattering of their entire world’. You’d always seen that as bullshit, always figured the protagonist should keep their head up and figure out something to fix it. But right now that’s exactly how you felt. Your world shattered into a piercing mess of a million small pieces that you could never glue back together. You couldn’t keep your head up. There was no solution to this problem.

“I’m sorry, I-” he starts, but you’re quick to interrupt.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner. We could’ve still figured this out, find a way out of this,” you bargain, desperately trying to find a way out of the situation.

“Would you’ve understood?” he asks, looking you right in the eye as he does so.

And that comment stings more than you would like to let on. You’re hurt. Hurt he didn’t trust you. That after years of relying on each other he kept something from you. “Don’t talk to me like I don’t know what you’re feeling. I’ve been there with you back in the beginning. I know the way your mind works, I know how you put on that brave face while at the same time your thoughts are destroying you. I’ve been with you through everything so don’t you tell me I wouldn’t understand.” Dean looks away from you as soon as you start to voice your reply, focusing on something behind you, probably not wanting to hear anything you just said. “And quit looking away when I talk, I’m trying to be honest with you.”

A shuddering breath escapes his lungs. “This would’ve been so much easier if you’d just gotten mad. You should’ve yelled at me,” he murmurs with desperation in his voice.

“Dean,” you sigh, suddenly realising what he was trying to do. “What were you going to do? Tell me you’re fine, hadn’t I asked? And had I asked make sure I got mad? Make sure I’d hate you? Do you really think that was going to make any of this any easier?”

“It might’ve been easier if you just believed I was fine. Or in case you didn’t if you’d yelled at me, cursed me, gotten so mad you would hate me and didn’t even want to see me anymore. At least it would’ve been for you. And I still would’ve seen a sunset with you. Having taken in the setting sun with all its colours, but mostly having taken in the way the colours illuminated the features on your face perfectly. Having the look of complete awe on your face engraved in my memory,” he rambles, trying to explain his motives.

For a moment you’re silent, giving yourself a little bit of time to process what he just said. Though right now is not the moment to figure out what exactly he did or didn’t mean with those last two sentences. While normally your heart would’ve skipped a beat had he let on something like that. Right now you couldn’t allow yourself to let it get to your head. There were more important things to focus on right this instant.

The fact you were never going to see him again after tomorrow, for example.

“I’ve known there was something wrong ever since that night,” you slowly begin. “Telling me you’re fine would never have worked because I know you’re not. And just for the record, I am mad. I’m mad you didn’t tell me, that you didn’t think I’d understand. But no matter what, I could never- I could never hate you.”

For a while not another word is exchanged and neither one of you moves. You want to step closer, wrap your arms around him and pull him as close as your body allows you to. Make sure you memorise the feeling of his body in your arms, the sound of his heart beating against his chest echoing in your ear, the subtle smell of his cologne you can so clearly smell as you inhale. Memorise every single small detail there is about him to remember. But you’re too scared to do so. Scared he’ll step away again or even worse, scared he’ll fade right in front of your eyes.

Meanwhile it has become dark. The sun is now long gone and the few amount of stars you saw before have now been joined by an army of others. The temperature is rapidly decreasing as well, causing you to shiver since you hadn’t bothered to put on a jacket before you left. You wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep yourself warm before you hesitantly speak up. “So what do we do now?”

“I don’t know, “ he shrugs. “This wasn’t exactly how I thought we’d end up so I didn’t really plan this far ahead.”

“Well what’s something you still want to do before.. before- before you know,” you nervously exclaim, unable to say whatever was awaiting him out loud.

“Can we go get a burger?”

You chuckle, unable to suppress your smile at his request. A request that was so incredibly Dean-like. So simple yet so meaningful for both of you. “Of course,” you nod.

With a single look both of you know exactly what your next destination is going to be and as on cue both of you start moving. You towards the passenger’s seat, him towards the driver’s seat. As Dean once again starts the engine, he immediately turns up the heating to warm both of you up, probably mostly you though. The radio softly starts playing one of your favourite songs and your quiet humming soon turns into a full-on sing along for you both. Before you know you’ve reached your destination, the lit neon sign of your favourite diner strongly contrasting against the dark sky.

As soon as the bell above the door marks your entrance you walk over to your favourite spot by the window. You sit down on one of the booths while Dean takes place on the other one in front of you. It doesn’t take long before a servant comes to take your order. She must be new, working one of her first shifts here, since you hadn’t seen her before. Both you and Dean knew everyone who worked there, and they knew you. Everyone always cheerfully chitchatted with you, it was one of the reasons you loved this place so much.

“What can I get you two?” the girl asks, fumbling nervously with her notepad.

“We’ll have two beers and two bacon cheeseburgers, please,” Dean orders for the both of you, smiling sympathetically at the girl.

She quickly writes down the order before returning his smile. “Coming right up.”

Just like the waitress nervously fumbled with her notepad, you fumble nervously with the paper placemat placed in front of you. A bunch of facts explaining why this diner is the best in the area and a few suggested dishes to try printed on there. You don’t even bother to read them anymore, you know them all by heart. The diner was founded in 1955, it almost went bankrupt until they introduced the magic burger that introduced a new public and saved the company. The secret of the burger was garlic, one of the waitresses once told you in passing. You still didn’t know whether she was joking or not. The place is hospitable and clean and child-friendly. A few suggested dishes are the magic burger, of course, the waffles and the grilled cheese sandwich. Dean and you had tried every dish they ever served, but both of you stuck with the bacon cheeseburger.

“What’s going to happen? Do we still have tomorrow or is it over once the clock strikes twelve?” you ask with a small voice, emotion seeping through. It’s not like hiding them will change anything anymore, so why bother?

“I don’t know,” he mumbles, his eyes casting down. “She didn’t say.”

Your head suddenly jerks up as the thought of Sammy enters your mind. Surely he must’ve known, but if these were his last couple of hours here on earth, wouldn’t they want to spend it together? “Why didn’t you stay with Sammy tonight? I can imagine the two of you would want to have a proper goodbye,” you ask him, voicing the concerns running through your head.

“We did, yesterday. He’s known about this for a year and he has done everything to find a way out of this. For his sake I hope now he’s finally accepted there’s no coming back from this.”

“So you’re really just gone after tonight, huh?” you whisper, feeling as if the situation and its consequences are finally catching up with you. As if you’d been numb to it before, but suddenly it found your Achilles heel and took its chances, fully charging at you. Tears are welling up, threatening to spill.

“Hush, baby, my dolly, I pray you don't cry,

And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-by;

Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart,

Then to either you're welcome, with all my heart,” Dean sings quietly, making sure you’re the only one who can hear him. And despite the events that are eagerly waiting to go down you smile at the recognition of the nursery song Dean always sang for you when going to bed or after you had a nightmare. He’d always quietly mumble it for you, calming you down and allowing you to fall into a peaceful slumber. Sometimes, much like right now, he’d sing it when you were sad. All those years ago your problems were so much smaller. You didn’t have to worry about hell or demon deals. People often told you to enjoy the simplicity you lived in, or at least the simplicity children your age were supposed to live in. They told you that time flies. At the time you didn’t know what it meant, now you had to admit they’d been right.

“I can’t believe you still remember that,” you bring out, still smiling.

“Of course,” he smiles back. “I could never forget it, I sang it for you the first time you had a nightmare and it stuck with me ever since. I also remember how you tried wearing lipstick when you were only ten because you wanted people to think you were just as old as me,” he grins, the memory still seared into his brain.

Your embarrassment paints your neck and cheeks a dark shade of red and you hide your head in your hands, as if trying to hide yourself from the memory. “Stop it!” you bring out while trying to supress the chuckle in your voice.

“Or,” he continues. “how you refused to wear anything that was coloured red, just because..”

“Alright I’ve got two beers and two bacon cheeseburgers for you guys,” the waitress announces, interrupting Dean’s little trip down memory lane. She places the two beer bottles and the plates she’d skilfully carried on the table. “Enjoy your meal,” she smiles before turning around and returning to her place behind the bar. You smile at her before she leaves, your face still showing some degree of redness.

Both you and Dean immediately dive into your food, devouring the burger and the fries that came along with it, washing it down with swigs of beer.

“That was good,” you exhale afterwards, Dean nodding in agreement.

“I’m gonna go pay,” he tells you as he slides out of the booth. As you take a look at the clock you realise why; it’s coming dangerously close to midnight., and neither one of you knows what that’s going to bring. A sudden fear evolves itself deep inside of you. You’d known Dean for almost as long as you remember. You barely had any memories he wasn’t in. And after tomorrow he wasn’t going to be there anymore. The memory of him would slowly fade until you couldn’t even remember the sound of his voice anymore.

As Dean returns you quickly push it down though, not wanting to ruin his possible last moments. He deserves better than that. “Let’s go,” he smiles, holding his hand out for you. But you can’t help but notice the fear that’s reflecting in his eyes.

“Yup,” you simply reply, taking his hand and leaving the diner together. One last time.

A cold breeze hits you in the face the moment you step outside, but you ignore it. Together you walk towards Dean’s car and for the second time tonight the both of you lean down against the hood. This time facing each other right away.

“Look,” he starts. “I don’t know how much time we have left, but I want to tell you the same thing I told Sammy; “stop looking for a way to get me out of this. There isn’t. I made my decision and I don’t want Sammy nor you spending the rest of your lives trying to get me out of it. Let me go.”

You smile, sadly. “That might’ve worked for Sammy, but I think we both know I’m never really going to give up on you,” you whisper, fighting to hold back the tears.

“I know, it was worth a try though,” he nods, a chuckle escaping from between his lips. But it sounds strangled, broken. “There’s just one more thing I’d like to do.”

“Name it,” you answer.

Before you know what is happening he grabs your face and his lips crash against yours. The warmth of his lips seem to warm you to the bone and the world falls away as you completely lose yourself in the moment. He kisses you slow and soft, comforting you in ways that words never could,  while caressing your cheek with his thumbs your breaths mingle. You run your fingers through his hair and down his spine, pulling him closer, wanting to remove all space there’s left between the two of you.

And just as sudden as he pressed his lips against yours, he pulls away again. “Do you hear that?” he asks, still holding your face in his hands.

You shake your head. “No, Dean, hear what?” But he doesn’t reply. “Dean?”

His breath hitches in his throat. As he looks at you there’s nothing but pure terror written all over his face. “Close your eyes,” is all he says.

Desperately you try to understand, try to figure out what he is trying to say, but you have no idea what is going on. “What, why?”

“Just close your eyes,” he begs. Whispering one last word as you refuse to listen. “Hellhounds,” he brings out right before he’s ripped away from you.

As you squeeze your eyes shut, feel his hands being ripped away from your body, you hear his body being dragged away. You hear his painful screams piercing through the air right before it goes dead silent.

 Hesitantly you open your eyes, being met with nothing but the darkness of the night, and you can feel the warmth leave your body. There’s nothing but the tingling in your lips and the searing pain in your soul that reminds you of the man that had stood in front of you just a second ago. And you don’t dare moving. Terrified it’ll erase the last traces he left on your body, terrified it’ll leave you with an even bigger hole than when you lost your parents.

After a while, whether it be ten minutes or an hour, you gather enough strength to move without crashing down on the pavement right away. That’s also when you notice the Impala still standing there, the lacquered black car looks duller than before, as if it knows it has just lost its beloved owner and wants to show its grief. As if on autopilot you walk towards the passenger seat, only realising that’s not your place anymore when you find yourself tugging at the door handle. The keys Dean gave you somewhere during your meal at the diner suddenly burn in your back pocket and hesitantly you walk towards the driver’s seat, unlocking the car.

Dean had only allowed you to take place on the driver’s seat one time before. You must’ve been seventeen and he was supposed to teach you how to drive. You almost crashed against a bunch of garbage cans and Dean never allowed you up there anymore. Too scared you’d wreck his beautiful car. Even after Bobby taught you how to drive a few years later, you had forever lost your right. Tonight that had changed though.

You weren’t sure you were going to find Sammy if you went back to the motel. Maybe he’d left. Unable to stand Dean’s unmade bed, his empty beer bottles or his half-packed bag any longer, or maybe just honouring his last wish and moving on with his life.

As you slide down on the driver’s seat, as the coldness of the leather seeps through the material of your pants and as you place your hands on the cold steering wheel, on the place his hands used to lie, you finally allow your first tears to fall.

[space-blue]

The Teacher

I took a long, long break... And returned in July 2020 here.

The teacher scuttles past her charges, her long limbs trailing through their rows, caressing their naked crowns, claws clicking against status sensors in a reassuring ritual, a litany of green, green, green, all green, all students doing well, until she reaches the orange one. She folds herself around his station. It takes some time and a lot of tactful calibrations to recall a child from active training. Abruptly ending simulation would risk neural damage. Once the emergence launches she steps back and watches, squinting her rheumy eyes, a bit worried, a bit fidgety. The nursing cocoon sloughs off the child's back, opening up like some perverted memory of a wilting flower. The synaptic plug retracts first, long blue tendrils coiling out of the nostrils, surrendering the child's mind to his own volition. Then the mouth is freed, the tubes for air and food both retracting with heaving heaps of mucus. The child retches, moans, young hands reaching blindly.

"I'm here!" the teacher exclaims, extending all her forward limbs in a reassuring embrace. "Focus on breathing, remember how you did last time."

The child sobs, struggling to stand on legs that have grown much since he was last out of a pod.

"You're alright. You're doing great," she croons, sorting her organics into a friendly face with a warm smile.

The boy squints up at her, eyes unfocused.

"Teacher?"

"Do you remember your name? Your designation?"

"Val-" he coughs, spits up the last dregs of phlegm, "I'm Valian, designation 45ARNAS0026 of the fighter units."

"And what colour am I displaying now?"

"Purple."

"Very good!" She brings her face closer to his, still smiling, to show her satisfaction, to reassure. "Do you know why you were brought out?"

"I received a general summoning, teacher. No details. Do... do you know why?"

"No, I only received the notification to prepare you for a formal review. It is the training board, so it has to do with your career."

She produces a shift for the boy to wear and helps him into it. Valian's expression is hard to puzzle out, but she figures it is one of worry.

"You will be alright, Valian," she says, caressing his face with a sensory tendril, "I monitor you every day, and I know how hard you work. I shouldn't say this–but you are top of this batch for orbital physics and biomecha engineering both."

The child blushes, pats his clothes and puffs his small chest out.

"If my teacher is proud of me then everything will be alright!"

The teacher keeps her smile immovable and says nothing more. She hates to make promises on things so far out of her power. Instead she gives him directions in a little data pad and sees him off to the door.

She then heaves herself behind her station and peruses data to try to pinpoint what went wrong with her student, to no avail. She broods, unhappy with herself. An orange light is rare. Rarer than a red one, even this far into the ship's breeding stacks. She feels it deeply, this potential failure. Both for herself, for her record, and for the child. Valian. Off to his review without a clue of what failing to please the assessors would entail. But the teacher knows all too well, and she frets for hours, until the door hisses open and Valian walks back in.

"What news, child?" She asks, scurrying over the pods and down to the walkway.

The child doesn't look up, and she feels her gorge rise.

"Valian? Speak."

"They said my combat simulations showed a "tendency for mercy that was outside the acceptable range". They said I'm not suited for attack fighters anymore... They want me to change my career track."

Water floods the child's eyes and flows down his cheeks. Tears, she remembers. The child looks up, as startled as she is.

"It is called crying," she says. “It's a biological manifestation of strong emotions. A healthy parameter. There, it will pass!"

She pets his head, his cheeks, pulls him into a hug, unable to voice just how reassured she is. She feels his arms wrap around her and her heart burns. Everything is so much harder here, the stakes so much higher. She sighs and releases him.

"Have you considered it already?"

He smiles through his tears.

"Maybe, I could become a teacher too?"

"No!" she blurts out.

The child looks up at her, and she thinks, fast, about that no, and about the best way to justify it. She remembers her previous body, and the one before that. The spinal surgeries, the months spent upside down in vifluid as her consciousness slowly learnt to accept her new body map. How she's forgotten the feel of her original form, and the way she thought and felt then too. But that was to be endured. Most placements come with invasive surgeries. It doesn't compare to the decades she spent teaching at the higher levels. That also had to be endured, but for what? She remembers the packed rows of children, too many to name and remember, monitored by software and only vaguely in her care. Though, of course, she was the one who had to disconnect those whose light came red, who had to wake them and lead them out of the rows, not to the door but to the shute, to convince them to take the nice slide, the fun ride to the recycling reactor that would sort them out on a molecular level, give them a better use than the machine space they took. She remembers none of their designations, but she counted them, and it took the last of her humanity and more, she thinks, before she earned her final promotion. What can she say to this hopeful child? That the best he could hope for is to make it to a stack where the fail rate is under five percent? Two hundred years of ship time, and she has nothing to say to defend her job. She is a mediator who turns the children out of the nurseries into young adults ready to commit to life paths she has no experience of. Students don't so much graduate as survive, and every one of these survivors has nothing but great memories of their time with their teachers. The AIs make sure of that. The reality is so different, outside of the simulations, out in the darkness, under the glowing canopy of green lights, her swollen body reclining against her station’s gel pads, the clicking of her many metal-composit joints resonating through the wide chamber as she types out training programs and answers queries from her wards. The sum total of her wisdom lies in meta-calibrations and tweaking of drug compounds. What sort of pride can she take from that? She keeps at it, she must, it's all she's ever known. She can't in good conscience push any child of hers into this career. She worries of course, that being a freighter or an engineer might be just as bad, or worse. Maybe she's about to doom little Valian to an even more terrible destiny, how could she know? It is like a pit opening under her, this realisation that there is nothing she can say that would not frighten, no insight to share with this blank slate of a young man that would not bend him out of ways.

"I think," she says, making her tone conspiratory, "that your kind heart would make you a great teacher. One has to care... A lot. But no teacher needs all this knowledge on orbital mechanics and all that science you are so talented at. It would be wasteful for the ship, for someone like you to become a teacher."

"You think so?"

"Truly. The ship needs engineers too, and freighters, if you'd still like to be made into a flying unit. How about I put you through some extra trials and we'll work out what's best suited? Maybe navigator or charter?"

The child nods, looking happier, almost excited. He disrobes and she lifts him up under her belly and back to where his cocoon awaits. Valian easily surrenders himself to her ministrations. She plugs him back in, each step done by rote, until the pod sews itself back up and the light flashes yellow, for simulation launch.

The teacher waits patiently now for it to turn green. Green to soothe her nerves. Green like success, like life, another test passed, another hurdle cleared. Like another day closer to graduation. When it comes on she sighs, and lifts herself higher into the rows, her long limbs stretching out, carrying her forward through her brood, all studying so hard, dreaming of their future lives in the ship that bore them, so innocently in her trust. She’ll do her best to give them that future. It’s her job, the only thing she knows how to do. She has to believe it’ll be a better life than her own.

~~ July 2020 – Theme : Old (Wo)Man's Tale

[niksixx]

Winter Activities

Requested: Nope! Thought of this on my own💕

*Picture is NOT mine. Found on Google. Credit to the owner.*

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There was a quiet park just around the corner from the apartment you and Nikki lived in. It was especially beautiful in February when it snowed, and one of your favorite things to do was take pictures of the winter wonderland the park turned into. Nikki never minded when you dragged him along because while you were taking pictures of snow covered trees, he was capturing your beauty on his phone camera.

You were taking a close up picture of a bush when you felt a small thump on your back. Turning around, you stared at Nikki suspiciously, who was hiding his hands behind his back. “What was that?”

Shrugging, Nikki stared at you with a deadpan look. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, baby.”

Narrowing your eyes, you slowly turned back toward the bush, only to feel that same thump on your jacket. Whizzing around, you took a step toward Nikki, who you noticed was trying not to smile.

“Nikki, what are you up to?”

Grinning, Nikki revealed his hand which held a perfect sculpted snowball. “Snowball fight?” He said, brows raised in delight.

“Nikki, don’t you dar—.”

You tried to run the opposite way but Nikki had grabbed you around the waist with one arm and smashed the snowball in your face. Wiping the water from your face, you glared at your boyfriend who was laughing so hysterically he wasn’t paying attention to the fact that you had gathered your own snowball.

He did notice however when you took a step forward, a devilish smirk on your lips.

“Now wait just a minute, baby,” Nikki said, taking a step back.

Shaking your head, you lunged forward and tackled him in the snow, shoving your snowball down his neck. Nikki let out the girliest scream imaginable, and you both ended up covered in snow, giggling like five year old children.

There was nothing Vince hated more than the frigid weather between December and March. His lips would chap, his nose would run, and he’d always end up with a cold. Luckily, it was nearing the end of March and the weather had drastically changed from thirty and freezing to fifty and warm but it would only stay that way for two days before dropping back down to normal March weather. While Vince was prancing around the house happy and healthy, you were curled up in bed because the quick weather change had triggered your seasonal allergies.

“Viiiince,” you whined, throwing another tissue into the bin beside your bed.

“I’m coming, pretty girl, I promise.” Vince had been so good to you while you were sick, and you knew you had acted like a brat more than once. Being a diva himself, Vince knew exactly how to handle your situation.

The slightest bit of life emerged from your eyes when Vince rounded the corner and came into your room, two steaming mugs held in his hand.

“Tea?” Sticking your tongue out, you shook your head in dismay.

“No, babe, I know you hate tea,” Grinning, Vince handed you a warm mug of hot chocolate, loving the smile it brought to your face. “It won’t exactly make you feel better, but it will definitely make you happier, and I miss my happy girl, so I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get her back.”

The warm chocolate soothed your throat as you sipped cheerfully. Handing you the remote, Vince slid in bed beside you, slurping his own mug.

“Why’d you give me the remote?” You asked, shaking it.

“I told you I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy again, and I know you’ve been dying to get me to watch Titanic with you, so I will suck it up and watch because you’ll be happy and that’s all that matters.” And with a bright smile, you turned on your favorite movie, sipped your hot chocolate, and curled up beside the selfless man you were lucky enough to call your husband.

Your relationship with Tommy was never anything short of fun. Tommy loved surfing the internet, looking for new adventures he knew you’d enjoy. When he suggested ice skating at a small rink in the middle of the city, you thought he was joking. Tommy was one of the most uncoordinated men you had ever met in your life. Surprisingly, the both of you managed to skate around the rink for a half hour without either one of you falling. That is until Tommy suggested something ridiculously stupid.

“Hey, Y/N, baby, wanna see how fast I can skate?” His lips were curled in a smile, tongue poking out the side, and his eyebrows were high on his face.

“Oh my God, Tommy no—.”

You were two seconds too late. Tommy sped off, gliding quickly down the center of the ice rink, doing fine at first until he crashed into a smaller child. Shaking your head, you slowly skated over to where Tommy and the child were sitting in the middle of the ice.

“Sorry little dude,” Tommy said, helping the younger boy to his feet. “Didn’t see you there.”

“That’s okay,” he said, brushing off his pants, staring at Tommy with admiration. “You skate pretty fast. Can you teach me?”

Your eyes bugged as you looked at Tommy who was already grinning over at you. “Sure can. come on, we can be a team and race this pretty girl right here,” Tommy pointed to you.

For the rest of the night, you sat with the younger boy’s parents, watching Tommy skate around the rink with the smaller child, occasionally joining in to race them across the rink. The pure joy on Tommy’s face warmed your heart, and in a few years you and Tommy would find yourselves back at the same rink. Only this time, Tommy would be skating with your son.

The cold weather always caused Mick’s bones to ache more than normal. Christmas was around the corner, and Mick knew how much you loved the holidays, and he decided early one morning he was going to surprise you. You came home from work a bit later than you wanted, and you trudged into your apartment, ready for a hot shower.

“Rough day, my love?” Mick asked, lightly kissing your temple.

You nodded and buried your face in the crook of his neck, the feeling of his arms around you very much needed. “You have no idea. I am so ready for a shower, a glass of wine, and some snuggles. ”

Chuckling, Mick held you at arms length. “And you have no idea how much I’d love that, but we have something else to do first.” Before you could react, Mick pulled a silk blindfold out of his pocket and carefully tied it around your head. You laughed the whole way to the car and on the ride to this mysterious destination. Mick hadn’t given any clues, either.

“What is up with you tonight?” You blindly felt around until you touched Mick’s hand, clutching it in your own. “Spontaneity is so unlike you, Mick Mars.”

“Take off your blindfold,” He spoke finally, unable to hid his excitement.

Eagerly, you untied the blindfold and your eyes were met with a thousand bright, colorful Christmas lights.

“Mick, what’s this?” You asked breathlessly. Unbuckling your seatbelt, you sat forward and admired the brightly lit Christmas trees. There were a few other cars in front of yours, with children hanging out the windows and mothers taking pictures.

“I know how much you love Christmas,” Mick said softly, tracing shapes into your palm. “I haven’t been able to take you skating or walk around in the snow because of my back, so I thought it’d be nice to take you to a drive thru Christmas Village to see some lights.”

You immediately pulled Mick in for a kiss, smiling the whole time. Mick was by far the sweetest, kindest soul you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, and three years into your relationship, he still treated you like a queen.

[89tczier]

Starlight and Starcrossed [Part One]

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A Promise Made (17)

She could die, right here, right now, and Bev would die happy.

The thought comes to mind as the Losers prance through the woods near the quarry, shouting and hollering about Stan’s early graduation. They’re tipsy, and the the only thing preventing Beverly from tripping over a twisted root or her own feet is Ben. The two of them are bringing up the rear, not quite wanting to get caught up in the playful pushing and wrestling the other boys are currently doing. There’s a shriek as Mike and Richie hoist Stan up on their shoulders,  and their laughter rings through the trees. Bev’s only half paying attention to them, as much as she wants to be present for this, her vision slowly begins to tunnel to Ben.

Ben, who’s grinning from ear to ear as he watches the five best friends the both of them have, has his arm around Beverly’s waist. Ben, who’s very presence is enough to melt through anything that might be weighing her down, keeping her upright. Ben, the boy she’s been in love with for near enough four years now, loving her just as much.

She feels thirteen again, staring at his half submerged face as they swim around. His eyes were so soft, capturing the gleam of the water and shining a beautiful hazel. Something had twisted inside of her, and although Eddie had been calling her name for a while now, she didn’t want to move, didn’t want to look away.

Her first attempt at speech falters as her mouth goes dry, only a mumbled attempt at his name slips out. It barely registers to Ben, but he turns and looks at her, leaning downward in hopes of catching what she says. His eyes shine bright and Bev goes warm.

The words are slow to come out of her mouth, and she has to restart as Bill grunts upon opening the door to the clubhouse. “Ben, can we talk for a sec?”

Ben turns to properly face her, eyes full of a hazy concern because who likes hearing that coming out of their partners mouth. To try and assuage some of his fears –and because she really, really wants to– Bev leans forward and presses her lips to his, blindly sticking her finger up at Richie as he wolf-whistles at them. Ben’s hand is still cupping her face as she pulls away.

“You tuh-two coming?” Bill sounds like he’s smirking.

“They’re fuckin’ gonna be!”

Bev grins ear to ear, “beep beep, Rich! We’ll be down in a minute.”

A joke about Ben’s pull-out game is cut off by Eddie pulling Richie the rest of the way into the clubhouse, their bickering muffled as the hatch-door shuts.

“Everything okay?” Ben asks, pushing a stray curl from out of her eyes.

Her cheeks warm, and try as she might, she can’t not kiss him again. Deeper, as the other boys aren’t around to make fun of them for it.

“I love you so much,” Bev mumbles as they break apart, “you know that right? Like I am one hundred percent crazy about you?”

Ben nods against her, wrapping his arms around her waist, “I love you too, but uh, you’re kind of freaking me out.”

“Can we sit?”

Ben nods, leading her to a large tree stump. It’s not quite enough for them both to fit, and Bev’s right side is pushed close against him. She can smell the beer and cologne coming off of him and it takes a fair amount of effort not to bury her face in his neck and stay there. Their hands are still clasped together, his thumb slowly running over her knuckles.

“This is going to be… a lot?” His brows furrow in worry, “wait, okay, I just realised what this sounds like and don’t worry, this isn’t that kind of ‘thing’, I just want to like… talk through something? Get your opinion, spitball a bit, well okay maybe spitball isn’t the right word because I guess it is a little bit more serious than that–”

Ben chuckles, “whoa, okay, slow down a bit there… I’m all ears.”

He’s still nervous, like Bev’s about to spring something crazy on him (which, in fairness, she kind of is). She kisses his cheek, bringing a little colour back to his face.

“I just… Ben, we’re graduating soon.”

The way his face falls as he connects the dots makes her heart lurch in her chest, “I, uh,” his voice is shaky, “yeah, we are.”

“Okay, no holds barred… I have no clue what the future is gonna hold for me, y’know? Like, ideally, I leave this fuckin’ town in the dirt and go to some cute, artsy college like Rich or Bill; I’ll pass with flying colours and start my own fashion line… live my dream, yeah?

“But that might not happen, money might get tight, my aunt might get sick, I might get sick, maybe no one gets sick but something fucking happens and makes leaving Derry impossible… who fucking knows? The future is a fucking bitch like that.” The thought is enough to make her feel ill. Derry is the rust in Silver’s chains from long nights searching the streets; the pill bottles that line Eddie’s bathroom sink; the looming painting in Rabbi Uris’ office; the scorching heat and smell of ash; the werewolf; the mummy; the blood on the walls; the fucking clown. Even the possibility of Beverly spending any longer than she has to makes her skin crawl.

“Bev, I think I kn-”

“But one thing is for certain,” she continues, riding the confidence buzz from the liquor all the fucking way through. She needs to say this and needs him to hear it, whatever fucking happens from there, she can figure out, “Benny, no matter what road I end up taking, I want you there with me.”

He turns to face her, mouth agape in near awe. She’s teetering ever so slightly closer, having to consciously pull herself back slightly so she doesn’t get lost in kissing him again.

“Ben, right now there are six good things about this town, five of them are doing god knows what right now,” a timely thump and yells from below them pointedly backs her up, “and one of them I have loved for damn near four years now. And every time I look at him, every time I get to hear him talk about his poetry, every time I kiss him, I get little flashes of that white picket fenced house with a golden retriever or some cliche shit like that, and fuck, Ben, I just get so happy…” her eyes are starting to sting. She feels the pad of Ben’s thumb wipe away a tear from her cheek and she turns her head to press a kiss to his palm.

“Beverly…” his eyes are wide with vulnerability, shining even in the dim light. He swallows thickly, “you’d really want that?”

She doesn’t trust herself to speak, nodding vigorously as her vision swims.

He pulls her close to him, so close she can feel his heart racing under his shirt. “I want that too… like you have no idea. I think about it all the time, getting to actually live with you… asking you to, um,” he trails off, and Bev’s glad he does, because she knows they’d be beyond regaining composure if he finished his sentence. “I thought I was being naive, like this was just something I’d built up in my head to be more than it was, which sounds horrible, I know. It just,” his voice cracks, and he lets his head slump, “it seemed so impossible. But… if you’re serious about wanting this, Bev, then I’m in. I am so, so, so in.” He loosens his hold around her so she can straighten up and look him in the eye.

“Yeah… holy fuck, yeah! This is happening,”

“This is happening,” he repeats, “I uh… I don’t have a ring?”

She shakes her head, “not right now, or else I might literally die… here’s how it’s gonna go: after our last final, we’ll drive and meet up, I don’t fuckin’ care where, and you can ask me there, yeah?”

“I’ll meet you right outside that hall, don’t care how long the drive is.”

“Fuckin’ perfect, oh my god, we’re gonna fucking do this.” She’s grinning ear to ear, Ben is too.

“I love you so much,” he says, giving her hand a squeeze.

She means to say it back, but what leaves her instead is a snort, followed by, “and you thought we were about to break up.”

Ben sucks in a breath and a strained laugh escapes him. “I did! Oh, holy shit, Bev you really scared me for a second there…” he wipes his eyes with his sleeve.

She giggles, standing up and pulling him towards her, “I love you too, Haystack.”

They stay there, foreheads pressed together for what feels like a second and a whole fucking eternity before Beverly speaks again.

“We should probably get back to the others,” she starts to head for the hatch, but Ben pulls her back and catches her lips in a kiss that makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. His cheeks are still wet and the salt from their tears coat their lips, but Beverly loves it all the same.

She’s breathless when they pull apart, and with a final kiss pressed to her forehead, they make their way to join the others.

“Are you two okay?” Mike asks worriedly as they step into the clubhouse, no doubt startled by their puffy eyes and red cheeks.

“Never better, Mike,” Ben replies.

“Jeez, Ben, were you that bad?”

“Quiet, trashmouth.” Eddie taps his face with a socked foot, hammock swaying slightly with the movement.

“That good?”

Beverly laughs wetly, “beep beep, Richie.”

[thedyingmoon]

🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

~ A V X Reader Fanfiction, by yours, truly. 🖤

~ Set after Nero supposedly beats Urizen that 16th of May in an alternate universe. 🖤

~ V goes on a search for power to keep his mortal flesh from crumbling - a result from his failure to merge with Urizen. With the Yamato at his disposal, he goes to every place he could think of, looking for any clue and any kind of magic to heal him.

However, his search for that elusive power led him back to Red Grave, where a disaster beyond his imagination has already began to claw its way towards its helpless citizens.

Along with familiar faces, he takes on the very reckless job, hoping to atone for all the mistakes he has done in the past, all the while trying his very best to reconcile with the very few people he knew. He is aware that he might die along the way without ever having to see through his search for that different kind of power, but, deep in his heart, he knew he would be doing one last act of kindness towards the people he tried to end in the past.

Until he meets an equally mysterious girl who, like the rest of them, takes on the job. But, unlike them, she looks like she does not possess any kind of power at her disposal to win the war against the Dreadnought. What is her purpose? What is her motivation for going through this dangerous decision? And more importantly, what are those secrets she is hiding from the rest of them, but, particularly, from him, of all people? 🖤

~ As I've said before, the prologue part was an experiment. This is still an experiment. I have no idea how much my very first V X Reader fanfic would be received, so any kind of constructive criticisms are welcome. If you like it, then please, heart it. You can also share them with your friends. It would mean so much to me. 🖤

~ This is dedicated to @acieoj , the very first person who became interested in this tale. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even publish this here. Thank you so much. This is for you, and the 3 people who liked the prologue. 🖤

***

I

For him, it started about a week ago. But, for you, it all started way back since you were little.

You didn't exactly have a normal childhood, as one would experience. Yes, you were poor, and your parents were farmers. You have a little sister about two years younger than you and she was the only one who played with you. You and your family lived in a small village north of Fortuna, away from civilization, away from the bustling crowd. Of course, you never minded. You were young, and you honestly thought that you had the perfect life.

But, everything changed one day when a group of pale people came to visit your family. Behind a closed door, you and your sister listened in on the conversation between them and your parents, hearing your names being brought up occasionally. Then, they were gone. Your life returned to normal after that.

Or so, you thought. About a few days later, some men came to visit your father. You could still remember your mother tending to the wounds those men inflicted upon your father. Then, the next day, you woke up to the smell of burning wood. Your house was burning, and so was the vast field of wheat your parents have been painstakingly working on. All of you escaped. Thankfully, none of you were harmed. Your parents carried you and your sister towards the nearest village, knocking on doors, begging for food, offering labor for a shelter. Your father and mother did everything they could to provide for you, but none of the people from that village dared to even look at you and your family. You could even remember some of them throwing rocks at you, saying you were the "plague", and that they would "perish" should they even try to look at you.

Then, as if by an unuttered prayer, those pale people came back, smiling at you, showing their sickly - looking white teeth, as if they were trying to eat you. Then, and only then, did your parents finally gave you and your sister. Of course, you struggled, not wanting to part from them, but to no avail. They took you and your sister away on a sleek, black carriage, which was being pulled by a pair of dark horses that seemed to glow both purple and blue. You even saw your parents being led somewhere by more of those pale people, down that dusty pathway, getting smaller and smaller until you could no longer see them from the window of the carriage.

The ride was suffocating and fearful. They all smiled at you, reassuring you that you will be safe, when in fact, you felt the opposite. A few minutes later, you arrived at their home - a dark castle that stood on a lone, dark forest. They led you two inside and showed you to your room without even giving you food. You could still remember your sister crying non - stop all throughout the evening.

That was just the beginning of the torture, though, for the next day proved to be too much for the both of your fragile bodies. You were harshly woken up by a pair of maids in pure white. They led you to a huge bathroom, gave you a harsh scrubbing, pulled your hair back and tied them into a severe ponytail, and dressed you in very tight and uncomfortable clothes. Then, you were led outside. A beautiful woman in black made you and your sister, and some other poor girls who, you're sure, were taken from their families, as well, stand in that huge hallway in a perfect line formation. The woman said something about an age old story you can't quite remember, then something about achieving "earthly perfection", whatever that was. A sweet kind of music sounded off, and the woman in black started walking, looking at you and all the girls, appraising you with a scrutinizing eye. Then, she dismissed you, letting you have your meals.

The next day, as you stood in that hallway with your sister, you noticed that five girls were missing. That same woman in black finally opened that huge, ornate door and gestured all of you to enter. You soon noticed that the big, circular room you were led at had multiple mirrors as walls. Everywhere you look, there were those same pale people who smiled sweetly at you. At the woman's signal, that same, sweet music from yesterday sounded off once more, but this time, the woman didn't appraise you. Instead, a much younger lady came forward and started dancing in front of you, her graceful movements making you mesmerized. And as the lady danced, the woman spoke once more of that age old story and their goal of this earthly perfection. Then, all of you were made to follow into the dancer's footsteps. She made you dance for hours, until none of you were no longer able to stand properly. After that, like yesterday, you were dismissed.

And, just like yesterday, a few girls went missing the next day. The lesson went on and on, the dances getting more and more difficult, the story getting more and more complex as the days gone by, as months passed, as years went on.

Blindly, you followed their rules, not wanting to end up missing, like those other girls. They forbade you to cut your hair, you were just taught to tie them intricately. You learned how to curb your appetite, as you could remember one girl going missing right after having too much food for her own good. You learned to walk with a straight back, not once letting yourself slouch for even a second, like that girl who went missing the next day. You diligently studied language and ancient art, not wanting to fail exams. The girls who failed? Well, away they go, not to be seen again. And, most of all, you did your best at dancing, not once letting your weak, starved body fall to the ground in exhaustion. You did the best you could to stay alive, for you knew what fate awaited you should you fail even once.

After six whole years of torture, you knew you were closely getting to the image of your captors' idea of an earthly perfection. That was, until your teacher introduced you to your first ballet shoes. You, and what was left of you girls, were made to wear and stand using them. Half of you failed, including you. You knew from the moment you fell that they were surely going to murder you, but your sister, who once cried herself to sleep for two years straight, who always relied on you for help, who ran to you for support in times of true pain, stepped up and shielded you away from the pale people who tried to take you away. At first, they were mad, unable to stand a slave who had the guts to stand up to them. But, when she spread out her arms like wings, held her head high like a queen, and stood perfectly using those hellish shoes, they were wide - eyed. And not only that. The moment she started dancing to the sweet music that tortured you for years, it was clear that she had already surpassed your teacher.

A fair and beautiful maiden lacking of any visible flaw, your sister has achieved her earthly perfection.

The pale people were beyond ecstatic. But, most of all, you were grateful to her. They would never take you away, for they have acquired your sister. What are you, a failure, to them when they already have her? You stood up to hug her, but she only gave you a sad look.

Days passed, and your sister became more and more distant. She didn't talk to you, and she never even slept on the same room with you anymore. She was being treated like a Goddess, pampered and spoiled and looked after. Whenever you call her name, she would just give you a melancholic look.

Then, on that particularly rainy day, she didn't show up. You tried asking your teacher about her, but of course, she would not answer. Days gone by without her, and you began to really fear for her.

What did they do to her? She was perfect! A maiden born of their ideologies and beliefs!

You had enough. You strode towards your teacher and demanded to know where she was. She only looked at you with coldness in her eyes and plainly told you that your sister had failed. You argued with her, until you were finally taken away by those pale people, throwing you in a dark and cold dungeon, where you saw, in utter horror, some items, a comb, a hairpin, a stained ribbon - some of the personal belongings of the girls who went missing. You knew you were going to die.

For a long time, you stayed there, starving and at the brink of death. Until the door was opened and you were harshly let out. They dragged you further down into the deepest, darkest part of the castle. Your time was slowly coming to an end. They led you into a dark room illuminated only by a single torch from the wall. They practically threw you inside and shut the door. You tried to stand up, but didn't have enough strength. It was then that you heard some movements from the farthest corner of the room. You tried to see past your spinning vision to know what it was, but the moment you saw it, you knew it was all over, for a fearful, demonic being with long, twisted horns approached you, its eyes yellow, its drool dripping on the cold ground.

You knew it would surely kill, or worse, eat you, but then, you suddenly heard a tiny voice inside your head. As the Demon approached you, the voice became louder and clearer, addressing you.

"Mortal who is about to cross fates, why have you summoned me?" It said to you.

You knew you were only having a delusion, and at that point, who cared for you, anyway? Your parents were gone, your sister was gone. What would you do except to accept the fact that your miserable life was coming to an end?

The Demon growled at you and lunged forward for the kill, when you were suddenly enveloped by a shield of warm light. You were shocked upon seeing an entity made of light materialize in front of you.

"Who,... what are,... y-you?" Your weak voice barely made out the sentence.

"I' am the one called - "

The Demon, who was getting angrier and angrier, growled even louder as it tried to get past the shield of light that was conjured up by the being of light in front of you.

"... a. Aspect of future. Protector of the present. Bearer of the past. I have come to fulfill a wish."

"A wish?"

The entity was glowing so brightly, casting the shadows aside, drawing the Demon out, almost melting its tough skin with the radiance. It spoke once more.

"You who are worthy of power, speak my name, and I shall do all your bidding."

You tried to stand up and approach it. You opened your mouth and uttered a single word - the ancient name that bound you to this entity for as long as you lived.

And the moment you spoke its name, a flash of bright light blinded both you and the Demon. The guards outside were startled, and when they opened the door to investigate, they were met by this entity, now taking over your body as its host. They fell on their knees, instantly recognizing you as their savior, but they were gravely mistaken as you held out your hand and disintegrated them with pure light, just like what you did with the Demon before them.

After that, the entity led you up towards the upper level, blasting a door on the sixth floor where the pale people secretly gathered. There, in your complete and utter horror, you saw your sister, or what remained of her, crucified on a steel cross surrounded by wilted roses. Her once beautiful body was mangled, almost beyond recognition. A crown of thorns was placed on her head where blood still dripped, and beneath her, on the bloodstained marble floor, was a form of an intricate circle with unknown writings on it.

The pale people, just like those guards before, fell down on their knees and threw their hands down in worship.

"O great one!"

"We thought we failed!"

"You have come to fulfill our wishes!"

"Take our offering of an earthly perfection as a sacrifice, and we'll do all your bidding!"

"Grant our wishes!"

"Grant our wishes!"

But, you were beyond mad and terrified for what they did to your sister.

So, this was all this is about - them abducting little girls, forming and torturing them to be perfect, only to be offered to an unknown entity who would fulfill their greedy wishes?!

"All of you,..." you said in a loud and unrecognizable voice. "DIE!"

With the new power you acquired, you killed everyone on sight, not sparing a single life. You burned everything down from ceiling to floor, lighting up the night and filling it with unearthly screams of death and despair. You blamed yourself for your sister's death, not being good enough to protect her.

You lost your parents, you lost your sister, you lost everything.

It was all because of those pale people who worshipped a fake god in order to satiate their own greed.

But, you also blamed yourself for not being strong, and perfect, enough to protect your loved ones.

***

"As I was saying," A stunning brunnette was talking to her freckled and energetic daughter. "You can't just go in there uninvited, Nicoletta!"

"Why?! He's my father!" The freckled daughter argued. "Why can't I see my father?"

"Because he had a lot of important things to do."

"More important than coming home?"

"Nicoletta, that's,..."

The mother just sighed. Her daughter was right. Why was her husband not coming home? Was his work more important than them, his own family?

She remained silent as she contemplated for a while until Nicoletta started pulling on her apron.

"What is it now?"

The mother looked at the direction where Nicoletta was pointing at and found, lying on the ground naked and unconscious, a girl with long hair and fair skin. She was there right at the ruins of an old castle and she was clearly not there for a good night's rest.

"Mum, what's that?"

"Oh, my God!" The mother almost dropped the contents of her shopping bag as she and her daughter Nicoletta ran towards her.

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The Guest Ch. 2 “Liam!” (LiamxMC NSFW)

A/N: Ok so i want you guys to know how much I truly appreciate you all!! But I recently got a new job. So I have no clue right now how I will be able to maintain 2 series. But know that I will try (like right now I should be washing my hair). i hope you guys like this one and I hope you all stick around while I work through this thing called life lol! *also this picks up immediately after the last chapter, the link is below.

Rating: It’s not too bad but there is sexual content ADULTS ONLY (Happy Thirsty Thursday) 

Catch Up: Ch. 1 “That’s Not My Name”

Summary: Liam thinks of a way for Candace to remember his actual name...Candace is welcomed to Cordonia....by Olivia

"Liam?"

"Yeah ...again I'm sorry" Liam bows his head in embarrassment, "I just needed another life...and if I wasn't Prince Liam than I could be..."

"Me. You just decided you wanted to be me?" The man beside them splays a condescending smile before reaching out his hand to Candace. "I'm Drake...Drake Walker."

Candace narrows her eyes at her new Drake, she takes his hand slowly shaking it, "Candace...Candace Sutton."

"That's good to know since apparently you're in love with me...Sutton." His flashes a cocky smile taking another sip of his drink.  Seeing that Candace didn't find the joke funny, he puts headphones on, "Well this is going to be a long trip."

Unable to sleep during  13 hour plane ride Candace worried about who Dra-- Liam really was, was she stupid for blindly following him, would his family accept her, would Daniel hold their last checks until they made it back? Through the dark clouds she couldn't see much of Cordonia's landscape but as they arrived to the castle it finally hit her: Liam was a prince ...like a real life Prince!

The palace was bigger than anything she had ever seen before and walking inside seeing gold from floor to ceiling, oil paintings and statues at every turn, never in her life had she ever seen anything so amazing, never in her life has she ever felt so out of place.

"Its pretty late." Liam has his arm around her waist walking her through the the halls. "There 's a room already set up for you. In the morning I will give you a tour." He takes a step closing in the space between them, beaming. "I'm so glade you decided to come...You don't know how happy I am." He takes her lips in his own in a soft caressing kiss, wrapping his arms around her hugging her tight. 

"Well I don't think everyone here agrees with you." Candace motions behind him, where four girls stand at an atrium, scowling. While the other three girls simply stare the red head in the middle cocks a smile and waves. It was meant to look friendly but Candace wasn't sure.

"See they're waving, I'll introduce you to Olivia and the rest in the morning." he states before showing her to her room.

"Wow this is bigger than our apartment!” She exclaims, her broken down luggage looks unsuitable for the room and the throws it into the closet, quickly closing the door. "I could get lost in here, all by myself."

"Well I thought you might say something like that." taking her hand leading her to a door. "My room is right here."

"Explain to me again why we aren't sleeping together. Don't tell me you dad thinks you're a virgin or something."

"Oh god no...but this is a religious monarchy and out of respect we must at least appear to be admirable. But..." He pulls her close to his chest holding her tight "if you keep that door unlocked maybe I can come in and thank you for being the best girlfriend." leaning to kiss her, she kisses him back, the two unwilling to untangle themselves from each other. "I'm seriously considering not leaving this room."

"Go!" she laughs giving him a playful push. "See you in the morning."

"Ok....I love you, Candace"

"I love you too Dra---Liam."

Candace woke up that morning in the strangest position. When she fell asleep last night she was alone, but here she was now: her legs twisted in another's, his hands cupping her breast his wet lips trailing down the back of her neck kissing that spot that always gives her goose bumps.

"Umm...Drake." She calls out before he quickly stops turning her to face his dark eyes.

"It's Liam." He says plainly.

"Sorry...you've just been Drake to me for so long. I don't think Liam even suits you."

Liam's eyebrows raise as he bites his lower lip with a sinful smile. "That sounds like a challenge."

Before she can protest he dives underneath the covers, her sleeping gown being tugged off her body. For a moment all she can see is movement from underneath the blanket, until Liam tosses the blanket onto the floor, the cool air hitting her body making her nerves stand on end.

His eyes trail her body, her beautiful cocoa brown skin against the cotton white sheets makes his cock twitch. "I'm going to make you remember my name."

"Make me?" She teases with a smile opening her legs just slightly so that his eyes would roam in that direction.

"Candy... when I'm done with you you will be screaming my name." Liam wastes no time hovering over her, kissing his love from her lips to her chest, taking attention to her breast, getting his own thrill from the hitching of her breath.

"Say my name, Candy."

"Umm..Dra--Liam...Liam." his eyes have a seriousness she's never seen before in her slip up. He raises to his knees his hands forcefully gripping her thighs.

"What's my name Candy?" 

"Liam." She answers quickly, he smirks, "Good girl." His head lowers to her waiting center, kissing so softly.

"Liam..." she moans priding herself she got it right. Instead of praise he buries his head between her legs his tongue working wonders on her clit, before sliding lower, lapping up her goodness as if it we're his morning breakfast. Candace's fingers tangles in his thick locks, rocking her hips into his mouth letting the organism come like a wave that she named Liam. He holds her down as she squirms keeping his pace until the wave subsides

"Hoo.."  Liam exclaims raising his head smile plastered on his face, wiping his mouth before reaching for a condom. "Now you're going to scream it." 

His enters her, filling her with every inch. "Shit Candy." Liam sucks in a breath trying not to loose control but she's so wet so tight she feels too damn good. "Say my name." He orders before quickening his pace inside her warm sex.

"Liam." she pants letting his ministrations take over her body, her nails dig into his back, her legs wrapped around his waist, keeping up with his rhythm letting his mouth claim every crevice he could as she did the same.   

"Say my name!"

"Liam...Liam!...Oh god Liam... Liam! ...I'm going to..."

"Me too baby..come with me.."

They rock together thrust for thrust the release just withing reach when...

"Good morning!" The voice sends Liam flying off the bed, scrambling to find something to cover them before looking up to see the fiery redhead with an evil grin holding a breakfast tray.

"Olivia what the fuck!" 

"Oh I'm sorry Liam. I thought this was the guest's room." Olivia gives her best innocent look but Candace wasn't buying it. "I thought I would welcome her to Cordonia...you know give her a tour, help her get ready for the homecoming ball tonight, be the welcome wagon. I wasn't interrupting anything was I?"

"Ball?" Liam you didn't say anything--"

"I was going to tell you after ....this. My father wants us to attend the ball just to save face. I thought we could go and I would make my public abdication there. Then we could spend the next few days together before going back."

"Abdicating?" Olivia raises and eyebrow looking at Candace with immediate fault. Her demeanor quickly changes when she looks back at Liam. "Well your father would like to speak with you....and Candace...I'll meet you in the courtyard in 30 minutes." She turns on her heels sashaying her way towards the door, stopping before opening it. "I would never had pegged you to go all vanilla on me Liam...missionary? Your best work has always been The Bridge."

"Liv!" Liam shouts but she's out the door before he can say more.

The room is quite for a second before Liam get up from the bed looking or his shirt. "Leave it to Liv to kill a mood huh?" he chuckles nervously.

"Well I really wouldn't know...I don’t know her, but you two seem to know each other very well. Are you honestly going to leave me to spend a day with your ex?" The thought made her stomach churn another thing she should have considered for before coming on this trip..meeting Liam’s past lovers.

"I wouldn't call her my ex...and I promise you her bark is way tougher than her bite." He gives his love a quick kiss on the forehead before heading out the door. "You're going to love her, just give her a chance."

"Liam. Stop. we need to talk about this...we need to talk about everything." She felt helpless. In the past 2 days she had no control of her world. She didn't like not knowing her next step especially leaving it all for Liam to make the decisions just gave her a foreboding feeling. 

"I will talk to you about everything. About Olivia my family any girl I've ever been with if you want. But I need to see my father. If I play this right we can go back to New York with enough money to start our own life...you trust me don't you?"

He gives her that smile. That damned smile that she has to look away from for fear of blushing. "Sure. But after the ball I want to know everything."

"Promise I will see you tonight."

Olivia took Candace to a boutique to find a dress for the ball. The gowns were gorgeous but the second Candace saw the price tag her stomach churns. 

"Something wrong?" Olivia asks stepping out of the dressing room wearing a long emerald gown, Candace could only imagine how much it cost.

"No it's just this one dress could pay off my rent for 4 months." 

"Oh.. yeah times are hard these days aren't they?" She states while looking at herself in the gown.

I can't imagine this is how Liam lived...he left thousand dollar close to worrying about being evicted." Olivia hadn't seemed to be listening to her so she just vented out her feelings

"Umm...hmm." she mutters before going back to the room tossing the gown over the door onto the floor as if it was nothing. "So how did you two meet?"

"Oh we work together. He's the chef I'm just a waitress...that's if we still have a job...."

" Is that so?" she calls out from behind the curtain

"Yeah he's really a great cook but...for him to want to leave all this something has to be wrong right?"

"Oh you know Liam he takes nothing seriously." Olivia emerges from to stand in front of the mirrors again trampling over the beautiful green dress as she walks by, "Abdicating when he's the only heir left for the throne...typical Liam."

"Only?"  Candace just assumed Liam had other brothers not just one, it didn't seem to phase him to leave his country with no king...there's so much she didn't know and it was starting to make her head spin.

"Hey! Are you going to try on anything? I'm going to get this one." 

"Actually,I'm just going to wear one of my own dresses."

"Suit yourself. I guess I will see you tonight then." Olivia watched through the mirror as Candace left the boutique the poor girl looked dumbfounded and Olivia couldn't help but smile.

Candace felt so insignificant as she made her way to the ballroom. Liam had asked Drake to escort her and no matter how many times he said she looked fine, the light blue gown she bought last year when she was a brides maid for her cousin's wedding, just didn't look fitting with the beautiful gowns the other women wore around her.

Drake lead her to a group of  people. "Hey guys this is Candace...she's in love with me." Drake adds. " Sorry Sutton but I had to do that one last time. This is Maxwell, Hana, Penelope, Kiara, Madeline, and Olivia."

"We've already met" Candace and Olivia nod toward each other. 

"So do you dance? " Maxwell asks "Because I have been looking for someone who can help me get these fuddy duddy parties cracking!" He does a quick spin before sicking his hand out to her.

"Well I will certainly try to keep up." she chuckles.

"Hey they are about to open the doors. So what are you going to be announced as?" Hana asks her voice just as soft as her appearance.

"The guest.." Madeline mummers the other girls  snicker.

"Announce?" he feeling of embarrassment begin to creep over her

"Don't worry Candace." Olivia smirks "I will tell the herald what to call you...what's your last name?" 

"Sutton." Candace and Drake say at the same time. Drake tries to hide his blush by coughing and turning away. Olivia catches and smiles.

"Come on girls we can let Lady Candace go last so she can have a big entrance....she is the guest after all." She winks at the girls behind her. And they walk through the open doors giggles and whispers as they pass.

"If feel nervous...should I be nervous? That's stupid huh?" She looks to Hana and Maxwell. 

"Of course not!" Hana insists.

"Just don't fall." Maxwell adds Hana elbows him into his side. "Ouch it was just a joke. See you in side Candace."

She watches the two go and the doors close again.

"You Ready?" Drake holds out his arm for her to take.

"Guess so.."

The doors open and she almost forgets to catch her breathe at the sight of everything around her.

"Introducing Sir Drake Walker and Miss Candace Sutton a waitress from New York."

If it wasn't for the bursts of laughter from the crowd that followed, she probably wouldn't have even noticed what was said. But the looks were all too much and as the tears started to form in her eyes she tried to turn around but Drake held her tight.

"Hey Sutton never let them see you sweat...that's what they want."  he gives her a look, one that's calming reassuring, it makes her feel like she was in control. She smiles and they continue into the ballroom the laughter soon stops and the music begin to start.

"That could have been worse...Want to dance?"

"Sorry don't dance, I was supposed to just escort you here. I did my job now there's a glass with my name on it somewhere."

Before she could speak the Royal fanfare begins and then she sees Liam. He looks so different, maybe not different, he cut his hair, and dawns a suit...she'd never seen him in suit...never. He looked regal...royal, as if this was his place. She looked around and finally realized she didn't know anyone maybe not even Liam,what was she doing there? She didn't belong and she knew it. 

Liam spots her in the crowd she looks beautiful. He smiles thinking about how much better he could make her life...how much he loved her...how much he would give everything up without a second thought for her. He was so focused on his thoughts of her that he almost missed his father's words.

"Today we celebrate the Homecoming of my son Liam....and I have an announcement. Our country was rocked by the sudden abdication of my first born....we were in peril; unsure of the future. But tonight we celebrate because Liam has come home....to claim his throne. My people I give you your future Majesty...future king...Liam!"

The crowd cheers all but two people Liam and Candace. 

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