#and they were SO chill about it and they signed a shirt for me (rip i still miss that shirt wherever you are...)

[rivianrudolf]

This post is ten years old who in the fuck dug this up lmao

These guys are the some of the most genuinely kind people I’ve had the pleasure to meet! So glad I’m going to attend their panel tomorrow!

[funnyexel]

what if your stalker loses the remaining piece of human decency he has left

okay.

he was scaring you, acting extremely scary and out of character in your eyes. even if that's who he's always been under the mask...

"no. stay longer." he demanded said.

"it's getting late, and I've been with you for a few days." you replied back, still trying to be polite and understanding in some way. you kept a comfortable smile on your face as you continued, "remember what I said about having time to miss me?"

he didn't want to hear that shit. you said this so often that it actually made him not want to hear your voice. even with the rampant thoughts of wanting to grab the nearest fabric and shove it in your mouth to shut you up, he brushed his hair back to express mild frustration with your words.

and with all this conversation, you still didn't make a definite move. you didn't get up, you didn't sternly say you were leaving and you definitely didn't get up to automatically pack up your things.

"stay." the shorter his phrases got, the shorter his temper got as well and your patience was getting worn too. you try to be a patient person but when he acts so entitled and childish, you can't help the awkward yet strained laugh that comes from your chest.

"I can't do it. I need to go back to my house." you were stern and here comes the attempt the remove yourself from the premises.

you got up from your laying position on the bed and closed up your already packed bag, you planned this, you planned to leave today and you were executing it.

you could feel the adamant stare on your back coming from him. you rolled your eyes and shook your head. you have a minuscule understanding of what's going on in his head, quite minuscule compared to what is actually going on.

"I won't say it again." you look over to him and tilt your head, you were perplexed by his word choice.

"oh, don't be so dramatic." you utter as you put on sweatpants and you thought he was simply trying to intimidate you with his harsh tone and odd wording. but you were naïve to the obvious signs.

he considered letting you go but the way you looked in those sweats, his sweats. he couldn't. not this time.

he grabbed you by the neck, his thumb on one side of your jaw while his four fingers are on the other side. with his chest pressed up against your back, he pushed the bedroom door closed. he was breathing heavily.

like breathing uncomfortably down your ear.

you mistakenly utter his name and his thumb that was fitted on your jaw, pressed your lips together firmly.

he was clicking his tongue as you felt his head shake next to yours. as your chest was raising and falling noticeably, his icy hand slithered up your shirt and you felt a chilling sensation from your sternum to the top of your esophagus.

you felt your resolve shattering under him as he ripped the bag from your hands and spun you around. he couldn't even began to forge together any words as he brought your face close to his. your scent intoxicating him once more and he feels that certain emotion snap inside of him.

something that held him back from taking in all of you.

pushing you down onto the bed, it didn't feel like how it usually did, soft and welcoming, it felt hard and stringent. he grabs your wrist harshly and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. but his actions were still full of intent as you felt your wrist binded to the bed.

you don't know how to feel. one moment you are protesting loudly and kicking at him and the next you are moaning when he so much as squeezes and twists your nipple through your shirt.

he refused to prep you and give you that sense of pleasure, like this was supposed to be pleasureful, it wasn't. as he had you on your back—right wrist tightly tied onto the bedframe—he made you put your feet on his chest. sadistically, wanting to feel you push away from him as he pushed into you raw. it hurt. like hell.

your free hand pushed your hair harshly out your face as you threw your head back on the bed and in this specific moment he felt your resistance the most. but at the same time he felt the way you were desperately pulling him in and in. like you were just begging him to touch your cervix.

he was pushing in slowly, slow and shallow thrusts into you and rubbing your clit ever-so-often even if you obviously didn't deserve it. he wants to hear those sweet moans, even if those whiny pleads are ruining the experience.

he can't focus on your walls suffocating his dick when all you're doing is crying your heart out. with a clear irritation he pushes down on your stomach as he leans over to get a piece of tightly woven rope. you didn't get a moment to slap him away as he was already looming over you, forcefully putting the rope over your mouth and around your head. tying it tight enough so it won't come off and it will effectively muffle those loud and annoying cries.

"I don't want to hear you speak."

you were expecting a quaint 'understand?' from him but the question would've been a waste of breath because of the way your body forced itself to relax under him.

at this moment he straightened your bent legs and put them on his shoulders, folding your body in half as he stayed at an acute angle. the tears and snot running down your face shouldn't have egged him on into ramming into you harder, faster, and dry especially.

but by the time he was leg up and full on pounding into you, you were wet enough for it. you were turned on by this, by him and his authority.

at least.

that's what he was getting from this.

you bite down on the rope as you whine through yet another orgasm and you sniffle up the snot as your free hand claws into the bed. its like you were scared to touch him. and that did hurt him a bit when he realized but the warmth. the look of vulnerability in your eyes as he does nothing but bully your gummy walls, is as addicting as drugs to him.

panting like a dog above you, he completely stops for a moment. clearly getting lightheaded as he puts one hand next to your head for stability. your eyes shoot open at the suddenness of his movements and as your eyes lock, he gives you such a conceited smirk.

pleased with his actions.

even when he's clearly overexerting himself from how pussy drunk he is.

he takes a huge breath, sitting upright and running his fingers through his hair. yanking your lifeless legs to his chest, he shifts his technique to quick and shallow thrusts. your body jolting violently against your will. but this is what he wants.

against your will.

this is his will.

this is what he wants from you.

he wants you to cum, over and over and over again until you get it into your thick head.

you have no will.

and because you have no will to control your bodily functions, your bound hand clenched in a tight fist as you cum again.

you had a wicked imprint across your face and your wrist was blood red. you couldn't didn't leave. not until he said so. and he didn't say so.

not yet.

leaning down to your ear, his hand squeezes your arm tightly as you sat in his suffocating embrace. stiff in his arms as you didn't want to engage in any touch with him. it angered him.

"do I need to use the rope again."

the dead tone he used in combination to his slow pace of words sent a sharp shiver down your spine.

with a soft exhale of a shaky breath, you hesitantly shake your head and his draped arm tugs you impossibly closer to his side.

"good." he gave you a small belittling pat on your forearm as he kissed your forehead and he's quite proud to call himself

your boyfriend.

a/n: someone pls take this trope away from me. anyway thats all for now, literally can't stop thinking about the possibilities for this. thanks to the anons that were asking for more! honestly made me more incline to post.

more writing

[surielstea]

A cozy proposal

1k celebration request by @crossfandomslut

Pairing: Eris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eris can’t seem to contain his adoration for reader, resulting in a very sudden question.

Warnings: none, all fluff! :)

Word count: 1k

Eris had reluctantly left me this morning, giving me a drawn-out kiss before slipping from our bed and allowing me to fall back into my slumber.

When I awoke he was gone. It was no surprise, I knew he was going to be preoccupied with meetings all day, but after just a few hours I found myself fighting back the urge to break into that meeting room myself and rip him away from all those advisors who knew nothing more than he already did.

It was far past dinner when my bedroom door finally opened.

I perked up, the book in my hands falling into my lap as I peered at the doorway, my boyfriend leaned against it with a tired expression.

His eyes met mine immediately, a gentle smile gracing his lips. I return it, closing my book with a concluding thud. "Hi," He murmurs and my small smile breaks into a full-out grin, unable to control it.

"Hi," I reply cheekily, getting up from my large leather chair and bounding over to him, the book still clutched in my hands. "You tired love?" I ask, reaching up and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt with my free hand.

He nodded slowly, an obvious sign of his exhaustion— yet his auburn eyes didn't miss a single movement I made.

"How about we lay down and I can read to you? Does that sound okay?" I suggest and his eyes soften into a certain look that only a lover could achieve.

"I love you," He murmurs and I chuckle, grabbing his hand.

"Is that a yes?" I raise a brow, slowly guiding him towards our bed while he finishes unbuttoning his shirt on his own.

"How could I ever say no?" He quips while I settle down onto the large bed, the mattress immediately heating the moment he slips in next to me.

I relished in the warmth, my bones recovering from the cold chill of the winter months.

"You want me to go back to the beginning?" I ask, cracking open the book.

"Start from wherever you are, I just want to hear your voice," He hummed while pulling me into his side, my head coming to the crook of his neck and shoulder, his arm wrapping tightly around me.

I nod silently and then begin to read.

He stays silent the entire time, at one point I thought he had fallen asleep but only a moment later he shifted so his chin was settled atop my head. I wasn't even sure if he liked the book, but he seemed content enough with hearing me talk to let me continue.

After a few chapters he finally spoke up, and the words were so sudden I hadn’t even recognized what it was he said. I close the book and twist my head to look up at him. “What was that?” I ask, adjusting so I was laying atop him haphazardly, like he was a second mattress, my chin propping up on his sternum.

“Will you marry me?” He says, his words so casual I wondered if I heard him correctly.

I blinked, my breath halting as I stared into his golden eyes, always so honest when looking at me. My obvious answer was yes, but instead, I blurted out, “What?”

“Well,” He immediately began explaining himself. “I already started planning an extravagant proposal but, I don’t want to wait, I want you to be my wife now.” The tension between his brows increases as he rambles on.

“Eris,” I say with a soft tone, a gentle smile spreading over my features as I cup his face. This was real. He actually wanted me.

“We can still do a big proposal, it’s just— the orchestra I wanted is unavailable for the next two months,” He explains and my smile grows into something infectious, my grin uncontrollable at how much thought he wanted to put into this. “And I can’t make reservations at your favorite restaurant— and fuck I can’t talk when you smile at me like that.” He looks away and I giggle, leaning in and pecking his cheek, immediately gaining his attention back.

“I just want everything to be perfect for you,” He mutters softly and I swear my heart skips a beat.

“It already is,” I shake my head. “Just us, no fancy gimmicks or ballrooms, just us. There's nothing more I could possibly want.” I reassure and a small smile spreads across his lips.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t give you more,” He argues and I roll my eyes.

“Will you ever realize that you’re worth more than anything you could ever buy me, Vanserra?” I hum, my words slightly teasing but they did hold a twinge of sincerity to them.

He feigns a pout and I scoff, leaning forward and sealing our lips together.

The kiss was foreign, the warmth of his lips and that spark all remained familiar, but it was the silent recognition that this was the next step in our relationship that made it feel so different. We weren’t mates, at least not that I knew of. But there was something so beautiful about picking someone for who they were, not just some cauldron tethering us, but a choice, one made entirely of free will.

I pulled away first, and he slightly bit at my lip in protest of my lips leaving his but he allowed it after a moment nonetheless.

He looks at me, his eyes still having that glossy look of unabashed adoration.

“Well don’t leave me hanging,” He murmurs and my brows crease in confusion. “I still need an answer,” He shrugs and I make a look of surprise in realization.

“Oh, gods, yes Eris. Of course I’ll marry you,” I say with a wide smile and he mirrors it while releasing a deep sigh of relief.

“Thank the cauldron,” He murmurs before flipping us over and crashing his lips back onto mine while I giggled into his mouth, overwhelmed with happiness.

“We’ll find you a ring tomorrow, yeah?” He says while kissing down my neck and I nod, beaming up at him as I sling my arms around my fiancé’s shoulders.

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[scrunchylew]

Atta Boy experience below the cut if you want to read! Warning it’s kinda long. I debated posting this but I saw some other people sharing their concert experiences and I started to write it out but never did until just now. This is what I remember and what I processed. 🙈 (there’s probably too much detail)

My friend and I got there super early. We got in the door and got a drink, then just sat and chilled for a bit. It was a super small venue! My friend knew nothing. She thought the music was country (my bad for not telling her, I just knew that she watched Yellowstone and knew of Eden and vaguely of Lewis so I invited her). So we went back out into the courtyard area and I saw Eden and Dashel hanging out having a drink and a smoke but didn’t bother them.

We go in and buy merch, meet Freddy and Dashel briefly but didn’t really engage except for just buying the stuff (mainly cause I was nervous to approach at the time) and then we went back to a seat and chilled again while we waited.

So The Wonderfools started, and I had no idea they were just hanging around the venue but they were really good and I enjoyed their music. While they were playing I went to the bathroom and as I walked there I went past this tall guy that had a hat on and was looking down at his phone and I thought to myself “I think that was Lewis” but I couldn’t see his face. So I walked back by him slowly and gave him a longer glance and was like yep, that’s him. That’s the dude😅 but I let him be. He seemed to be very much in his own world and he was texting. I was literally buzzing from both nerves and alcohol.

So the Wonderfools set ended and my friend and I are standing to the left of the stage and then Atta Boy comes out. I swear I think that’s likely when I started to black out. He was so tall. And seeing him climb up onto that stage…it was the sexiest thing ever. But I just vibed the entire show! It was so much fun and even though I barely knew any words I still enjoyed it so much. There was one moment I remember I spaced out while Lewis was playing and I probably looked like a freak gawking at him. Freddy was in my view most of the time so it was nice getting glimpses of Lewis 😂😂

Show ended, I told my friend we were staying to meet them and then it got a little wild. All of them were spread out all over the venue. I was trying to figure out where to stand in line while my friend was in line for merch (she didn’t get any at the beginning) and then Lewis was beep booping around meeting people and I think he ran into some guy that may have worked with him? Idk they knew each other somehow and they talked for a few minutes by the bar which is where most people were standing and waiting for him and all of a sudden I turned around and he was gone. My friend was like “your boy moved on you” 😂😂 so he finally settled in at the stage and met people and I was waiting for my friend to get a shirt. She comes back and we’re closer and I think he was also trying to help take down their stuff from the stage from what I recall.

We get closer and I had no idea what I was going to say. I felt like I was going to throw up. By that time a lot of people had already left which was nice. My friend was asking me what I was going to do or say and so I ripped my wristband off and was holding it and when I got up to him he was like “Hey! How’s it going? Whatcha got there?” And I’m holding my wristband down at my side and I swear to you I blacked out. I think he put a spell on me 😂 But I said “well I’m hoping it’s something you can sign” 🙈 and he was like “Hell yeah!” And he leaned down to sign it on the stage and said something but I couldn’t hear him so I was like “pardon?” And he was asking my friend and I if we were from there. So I said yes and that I brought my friend along and he was like “hell yeah! That’s awesome.” And then I asked him if he’s been to Atlanta and he goes “yes I actually lived here for about 4 months” and I had NO WORDS to say to him. So what did I do? I FUCKING WINKED AT HIM and smiled 😭😭 and then I remember asking if we could get a picture and he was like “yeah totally!” and I feel like I yanked him into me 😅 but his tiny little waist is the size of one side of my wingspan. So I’m shaking, my hands are sweating and I’m about to try to take a selfie and I practically threw my phone at my friend to take the picture it felt like. She took multiples and he goes “oh cool you got the multi shot!” Then after that I don’t know what happened after taking the picture with Lewis. Idk if I said anything or if he said anything. Idk my mind was short circuiting.

I do know that we went to meet Eden and she was precious. I love her. My friend told her she got her ass beat in Yellowstone and I died laughing and she was like “yeah…I did.” And I told her I hadn’t seen it before and she was like “it’s definitely a journey if you watch it. You gotta commit to it” or something along those lines. Then she signed my wrist band too and was like “this is something I just did the other night!” So we chat more about their show the next day and she was like “I’m just hoping people show up” because of it being in Asheville and I told her that I knew at least one person that was going to be there! I think she was happy to hear that.

Then we met Freddy and he signed the wrist band too and passed it to Dash. We talked to him (he is the absolute cutest and sweetest thing and I just wanted to talk to him more but i know they were trying to pack stuff) and my friend told him her name was Savannah and he goes “oh like the city!” And then I asked if he has been and he said he had friends that went to SCAD. And we talked about the seasons changing and he goes “yeah growing up in LA you don’t really get the seasons.” Lol such a cutie!

Then my friend wanted her shirt signed and she was too scared to ask so I went back over to Freddy and I messed up my wording but I said something like “she was too nerbous to ask you to sign” and he looked at me like I had 5 heads (my friend told me I had to say nervous like that) then I was like “can you sign her shirt?” And he passed it to Eden and Dash.

So then we obviously had to get Lewis again. And before we did we got Aubrey to sign as well and I hate I didn’t get a picture with her or Dash but I was like “I’m so sorry I hate to bother you but can you get Lewis to sign it too?” He was packing up and everything and she called him over and I said “I’m calling her out, she was too nervous to ask you to sign her shirt.” And he squats down in front of me and was like “it’s ok I get nervous too” and I don’t know what I did or said but then I was asking him if he was excited for Asheville too and he said “yeah I am! I went to school there so I’m excited to see some friends.” And then again, I just stared at him and was like “yeahhhh” as if I didn’t know every public thing about him. Words left me. I could have said anything! But he signed her shirt and I told him thank you and then we left and I think I’ve been both on cloud 9 as well as severely depressed ever since!

[wild-karrde]

In Command - Part 16

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A/N: I HAVE BEEN SO HYPED ABOUT THIS CHAPTER, AND NOW IT'S HERE, SO BUCKLE UP. As always, thank you to the wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me and mutually screeching with excitement with me!

Chapter Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE)

Warnings: canon-typical violence, graphic description of injury, language, explicit sexual content (PiV sex)

Word Count: 7.7k words

The sun’s rays were just starting to creep over the horizon when Senna finally slowed the speeder bike near one of the small outcroppings of mountains that peppered Lothal’s grassy plains. She had no idea how long they’d been going or even how far they were from the city, but the sound of the pursuing speeders had faded hours ago. Still, she’d kept going, trying to put as much distance as she could between the two of them and the Imperials. Her body ached from stiffness and cold and injuries that she had yet to tally, but she hardly noticed as she maintained her connection to Rex through the Force. His life signs were fading, and she was frantic to find shelter. 

Several cave entrances loomed in front of her at the base of the cliffs as she slowed the bike to a stop. Climbing down, she took her lightsaber from her belt, and stepped inside the nearest cavern, choosing proximity and convenience above all other factors. Every second that passed felt like a significant loss, and her fear was spiking as Rex’s life signs continued to weaken. She did not sense any life forms within the cave, but wanted to ensure they weren’t about to walk into some creature’s nest while it was out. Finding the cave entirely deserted with nothing but a shallow deposit of water and a handful of rock formations, she jogged back to the entrance and pulled the bike and Rex inside. 

As soon as they were far enough in for her to feel safe and hidden, she illuminated a glow rod and set out her bedroll from her pack before pulling Rex from the bike, nearly collapsing under his weight and her own exhaustion. After a good amount of shuffling and swearing, she managed to gently lay him on the bedroll in the corner of the cavern, pulling the bedroll’s thin blanket up to cover his lower half as she tucked a bag under his head to serve as a makeshift pillow. Her breath caught in her throat as she finally surveyed the extent of his injuries. 

His face was alarmingly pale and his skin felt clammy. Several trickles of blood had dried on his temple and across the bridge of his nose from his forehead wound, but that was superficial, much to her relief. It was nothing compared to the burn mark in the middle of his chest that had left a hole large enough to turn her stomach. The wound had mostly cauterized from the bolt, but some parts of the charred flesh had reopened, likely from being jostled on the bike, and Rex’s shirt and cloak were soaked with blood. 

Senna fought the urge to burst into tears.

There’s no way that missed all of his organs. 

She closed her eyes and took a deep steadying breath. 

He’s survived a shot in almost the exact same spot before.

But that was with a smaller caliber weapon. And he had immediate care from an actual medic.

Digging her teeth into her lip hard enough to draw blood, she opened her eyes. 

He’s dying. I can’t let that happen. There’s got to be a way.

As quickly as her shaking hands would allow, Senna ripped open Rex’s go-bag, which had somehow managed to stay fastened on the back of the speeder bike, and fished out the meager medpack. Her heart sank as she took stock of the inventory. There wasn’t much inside, certainly not enough to heal him fully. She felt a sob tighten her chest, but she swallowed hard as she tried to think. 

“Calm your mind. Only through calm will you find your way.” 

Her master’s words echoed in her mind as she grasped for solutions, doing her best to keep the chilling feeling of despair at bay.

You’ve got to save him. You can’t let him die. 

Senna could contain the sob no longer, and she finally allowed her fear to burst through in a shuddering exhale as tears began to leak from her eyes. Her mind continued to race, trying to find any possibility of how to save Rex. 

It’s not enough. 

Her hands trembled as she started to consider even the most implausible solutions.

What if I went back? Turned myself in and bargained for his safety? His life for my surrender? 

She almost laughed aloud at the ridiculousness of it all. 

It’s the fucking Empire. They won’t bargain. Especially not Fisk. 

She glanced over at Rex. 

He’d tear me a new one if he knew I was even considering this, even as a last option. 

Senna buried her face in her hands, letting the tears flow freely.

What the fuck do I do?

She wasn’t sure how long she sat like that, but suddenly, a brief memory from her time as a youngling surfaced, a story that they’d been told of a Jedi knight who had healed his padawan by channeling his life force into him, a tale to teach the Jedi way of self-sacrifice in the service of others, particularly future generations. 

Is it even true?

It was barely a glimpse of a memory and, as with many of the Jedi stories, it had never been made clear to them if the story was real or just a fable meant for a moral lesson.

I have to try.

Senna stared down at her trembling, bloody hands. She shuddered as she remembered how she’d allowed the cold to seep into her again the night before, how angry and vengeful she’d felt as she’d charged those two stormtroopers. It had been an act of desperation, her reaching for the only reliable source of power she could tap into. She was ashamed of how she’d done it, but she couldn’t find it within herself to fully regret it, not with Rex here, alive at least for now. 

It got us out of it, even if it was wrong. And now you can still do some good. The right way.

Closing her eyes, Senna steadied her breathing, trying to reach for the warmth of the Force again, focusing on Rex’s dwindling signature. 

You can do this. 

She rubbed her hands nervously together, trying to center herself. 

I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me. 

Gently, she undid Rex’s cloak and peeled back what remained of his shirt so that she would be able to place her hands on his bare skin. The sight of the exposed wound marring his chest, the skin that her fingers had traced so intimately less than a week ago, made her stifle another sob. 

Stay focused. Breathe. 

She gave him one of the few injections of pain killer she had in his neck and placed her shaking hands on the skin on either side of the wound. She tried to not think about how cold he felt. 

I am one with the Force and the Force is with me. My life for his. Please let me be able to keep him alive. 

She felt nothing happening, so she reached deeper, furrowing her brows in concentration. 

Breathe. You can do this. You have to do this. 

Sweat broke out across the back of Senna’s neck. She pictured Rex’s eyes opening, looking into hers. She thought of his smile, of his laugh and how she had come to treasure that sound. 

I love him. 

The thought came unbidden, but she couldn’t stop it, nor did she want to. 

I love him. 

It was as if her internal admission chipped away further at the barriers she’d put in place between herself and the Force. Suddenly, she felt awash with the familiar warmth, her fingertips growing warmer. Her heart began to race.

I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me. My life for his. I am one with the Force. 

She felt the warmth tingle at the points where her fingertips and palms were placed against Rex’s skin, and she desperately wanted to open her eyes to see if anything was happening, but she restrained herself, fighting the surge of hopefulness welling up within her to maintain her concentration. 

NOT YET. FOCUS. YOU HAVE TO FOCUS. 

I AM ONE WITH THE FORCE AND THE FORCE IS WITH ME. 

“Come on, Rex. Don’t leave me.” She didn’t realize she was whispering to herself immediately, but her pleas grew louder, echoing in the quiet cavern. “Please don’t leave me.” 

Sweat trickled down Senna’s brow as she resumed her silent vigil, repeating the mantra in her mind as she anchored her thoughts on Rex. She wasn’t sure whether seconds or minutes or even hours had passed, but finally, she felt him shift underneath her hands. Her concentration shattered, and her eyes snapped open to see him mouthing the mantra with her, his eyes still closed.

“Rex?” she choked.

There was no answer, but when she placed her fingers against the pulse point on his throat, she thought she felt his heartbeat grow ever so slightly stronger. Squeezing her eyes shut, she reached out through the Force and found him once more. His signature seemed to shimmer a little brighter. Her breath caught in her throat. 

Please don’t be wishful thinking.

Her eyes fluttered open again, watching him carefully for any apparent sign of improvement. Of course she didn’t expect him to open his eyes and suddenly start speaking to her, but that didn’t stop a small part of her from hoping for it. She stared at him a moment longer, barely daring to breathe. 

The wound doesn’t look any better, but his pulse was definitely a bit stronger, and he seems a little less pale. 

I have to try again. 

Her hope renewed, Senna calmed her mind, her determination hardening her against distractions. 

I can do this. I have to do this.

Hours passed. Senna kept trying, straining and focusing as hard as she could. It was clear her connection still wasn’t completely unhindered, sputtering and slipping through her fingers at times, but her resolve was unshakeable. She was too stubborn to consider any alternatives but success, denying all outcomes where Rex didn’t survive. 

As the sun was sinking back below the horizon and the shadows in the cave were growing longer, Senna managed to get a bacta patch placed over Rex’s chest wound before she finally collapsed from exhaustion. She’d never spent so long attempting to channel the Force, and had never tried to do so in this way. Her connection still wasn’t fully repaired, and she suspected that made things even more physically taxing. Every cell of her body felt heavy, and she could barely keep her eyes open. The hard, coolness of the cave’s floor hardly phased her as she allowed herself to relax against it. 

Please let it be enough.  

She managed to open her eyes one more time to look at Rex and saw his chest rising and falling evenly, his breathing more steady and deeper. Some of the color had returned to his cheeks, the ashen pallor returning more to the warm brown tones she was used to. Despite her fatigue, she was certain the edges of the wound had been looking less angry and red as she’d bandaged it, that it appeared as if it was starting to heal. It wasn’t perfect, but it seemed to be enough for now. He’d still need medical attention beyond what she was capable of performing, but death at least seemed to be off the table for the immediate future. 

Senna knew she should stay awake to keep watch, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. Making sure her lightsaber was within reach, she scooted closer to Rex and curled her knees into her torso, resting one hand on his chest so she could feel the rise and fall as he breathed. His heartbeat felt stronger under her fingertips, and as she drifted off, her final thoughts brought a slight smile to her lips. 

He’s going to live.

—

Senna awoke with a start, struggling to remember where she was. Her scraped knees were stiff and stinging as she straightened her legs, and her back and shoulders ached from the hardness of the stone she was lying on. The glow rod she’d illuminated had faded, but the cave entrance was bathed in moonlight, cascading across the shallow pool and sending light dancing over the walls. As her mind fully awoke, the memory of the last rotation slammed into her at full speed. 

Rex.

She whirled to find him looking at her, his warm, brown eyes piercing her in the dim light. 

“Rex!” she gasped, scrambling closer to him. “Are you alright? How do you feel?”

He gave her a tight smile, failing to hide a wince. His voice sounded raw and gravelly from lack of use, but just hearing him speak was enough to almost make her cry. “I’ve had better days, and a few that have been worse I suppose.” He propped himself up on his elbows, and Senna carefully helped him sit up against the wall, pulling the blanket up further. Rex slowly turned his head, grimacing at the stiffness in his neck. 

“How long have we been here?”

Senna’s mind was still foggy from sleep, but she managed to croak out an answer around the emotion that was threatening to overwhelm her. “Assuming I haven’t been asleep for more than a few hours, it’s been a full day. We got here just before the sun came up this morning.”

“And the Imperials?”

“Lost them for now. We drove all night to find this place.”

Confusion rippled across his features. “How…how did you…how are we alive?” 

She laughed a little as her voice cracked. “You almost weren’t. I managed to handle the other two speeder bikes after you were shot.” She swallowed hard, pushing away the memories of how Rex had looked only a few hours ago.

Rex glanced down at the wound in his chest, carefully prodding at the bacta patch on it experimentally. He sucked a sharp breath in when he hit a painful spot before looking at her again. 

“I thought I was a goner for sure. That bolt hit me square in the chest.”

“Yes, it did.” She couldn’t think of what else to say. The memory of Rex’s grip loosening around her waist as he’d lost consciousness sent a chill down her spine. She clenched her fists to hide the tremble in her hands. 

“Senna, then how-“

“I’m not sure,” she said slowly, “but I think I was able to heal you a bit. With the Force.”

“With the Force? I didn’t think it had healing properties? That would have been handy during the war,” he joked dryly.

“No, no. I think…”

Oh, he’s gonna hate this.

She gave him a small, somewhat sheepish smile. “I think I transferred some of my life force to you. Using the Force.”

It took a moment for Rex to realize what she was saying, and when he did, his eyes widened in horror. “Senna, you can’t do that anymore.”

“Rex, it’s fine.”

“No, absolutely not,” he insisted.

“I didn’t transfer that much. You’ll still need to heal.”

“I’ll do it the old-fashioned way then.” He tried to sit up straighter, sucking a sharp breath in as the pain from his chest and leg shot through his body. He reached down to check the damage on his thigh and knee.

Senna’s face burned with embarrassment. “Oh, your leg! I completely forgot about that.” She realized she hadn’t even wiped the blood from his face before she’d passed out earlier. 

You’re not a medic, but you could have at least cleaned his face off before taking a nap.

“Yeah, well I didn’t, somehow,” he said flatly as he shot her a pained smirk to let her know he was teasing.

She returned the snark reflexively. “I’m sorry. I was a little more concerned with the gaping hole in your chest.”

He nodded in concession. “I can see why that’d be the priority.”

She noticed he was shivering, and she chided herself even more harshly internally. 

Karking hells, Aven.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t set up camp or anything. I just… I’m sorry.” 

Rex didn’t say anything as she hurriedly pushed herself to her feet, but she could feel his eyes on her. She tried to ignore the protest of her joints as she strode over to her retrieve pack, which she’d left next to the bike with Rex’s. Limping back to him, she set both packs down and began digging through them for rations and water. Of course, Rex had packed more than she had, and it was much more organized. She quickly found two ration bars and water packets, handing one of each to Rex and setting the other set aside for herself. Rex was still watching her as she shifted uncomfortably, his eyes flicking down to the bloodied and torn knees of her trousers.

“Your knees–” he tried to protest.

“Are in better shape than you are,” she cut him off, gingerly squatting down to get more med supplies out of the medpack. Rex apparently saw no point in arguing with her. He drained the water she’d handed him in seconds, tearing into the ration bar with a hunger that made her gut twist with guilt. 

How long was he lying there awake, hungry, and cold while I slept? 

Senna prompted Rex to sit forward, grabbing the other bedroll’s blanket and wrapping it around his shoulders and across his chest to keep him warmer. It seemed to help a little. She’d found a few sterilization wipes and another bacta patch in the medpack, and she tore one of the wipes open with her teeth as she tilted Rex’s face towards her. The moonlight reflecting off the shallow pool flickered across his face, illuminating his eyes as he watched her. She tried to ignore the heat rising to her cheeks again as she carefully cleaned the blood off of his face. He winced when she swiped over the cut. 

“Sorry,” she said softly. 

“S’alright,” he chuckled. “Told you you’d get the opportunity to patch me up before this was all said and done.” 

Senna’s chest clenched at the memory of the two of them sitting across the kitchen table from one another, Rex gently examining the wounds on her wrists that Fisk had left. Meeting Rex’s eyes briefly, she could see he was thinking of that moment too, of a time where they hadn’t been at odds. 

Are we still though?

She’d kissed him. 

She didn’t regret it. She’d thought they were probably going to die. But she still hadn’t torn that barrier down between them, not fully. There was a lingering awkwardness, some lingering doubts as to where they stood with each other that hung in the air like a thick fog. 

He said we’d talk about it later. Not sure when later is. 

She moved to crouch next to Rex, taking out a penlight to examine the injuries on his leg. The wound in his thigh was more of a graze, and the hit to his knee hadn’t landed as directly as she’d thought, skimming along the joint, but mercifully leaving it intact. 

He may need to surgically repair any tendons or ligaments that were damaged from the bolt or the fall, but he’s incredibly lucky. 

Working quickly, she cleaned both wounds, cauterizing where she needed to before smoothing bacta patches over both of them. 

“Would you be alright if I checked your chest wound?” she asked. 

Rex nodded at her, still chewing at his ration bar. He turned his head away as she moved closer to him, not looking as she opened the blanket and braced one hand against his skin while she peeled the patch away as gingerly as she could. Senna could still see Rex’s face twitch slightly from the pain out of the corner of her eye, but overall, he remained silent as she pulled the bandage the rest of the way off. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the wound before her. 

It was definitely starting to heal. The redness had faded completely from the edges, and scar tissue was already visible around the outside, pink and shiny. The inner portion was still angry-looking, but compared to how it had looked when they’d first arrived, anyone would have thought he’d have been soaking in a bacta tank for a day. 

Rex shared her look of awe as he carefully examined the wound. 

“Sen,” he said softly. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t let you die,” she replied, her voice breaking slightly. “I-I couldn’t.” 

The silence stretched out between them, all of the implications and questions that simple statement raised waiting to be reached for. After a few moments, Senna wet her lips. 

“So what do we do now?” 

Rex’s brow furrowed as he thought. After a few moments, he shifted awkwardly, trying to reach for something in one of his pockets. 

“What are you looking for?” Senna asked. “Can I get it for you?”

“No,” Rex grunted before he finally managed to get his hand into his pocket. “I just… ah good, didn’t drop it.” He pulled out a small device and immediately began fiddling with it.

“What’s that for?” Senna watched as he punched a button on the side. A bright red light illuminated, blinking steadily, and the sound of static filled the cave followed by a regular beeping. 

“It’s the emergency beacon I mentioned,” Rex replied. “Was worried I might have dropped it in the fray, but looks like our luck held for once. This is our ticket out of here.” 

The static and beeping ping suddenly ceased, replaced by a brief crackling and a familiar voice. “Rex? That you?”

Relief spread across Rex’s face, and Senna couldn’t help but smile to see him finally relax a little. “Yeah, it is. Glad to hear your voice, Echo,” he chuckled. “Listen, we’re in a bind on Lothal and need a pick-up. Are you able to home in on my beacon’s signal?”

Echo paused, and Senna could hear the distinct clicking of control console buttons being punched in the background. “It’s pretty weak, but once we get into your system, I should be able to pinpoint your location. How fast do you need us there?”

Rex looked at Senna and she shrugged. “Not sure, but sooner rather than later. The Imps raided our dwelling last night, but we managed to get out and blow the place up. We’re a good distance out from the city, holed up in a cave somewhere out in the grasslands. Haven’t heard any patrols passing by yet, but I have to imagine they’ll make their way out here eventually. I’m pretty banged up, so I don’t think we’ll be moving anywhere new soon without help.”

“Understood.” Senna could hear Echo speaking to someone briefly, a man with a matter-of-fact tone that she didn’t recognize. Echo replied with something unintelligible that sounded like an affirmative before returning to the line. “We can be there in a rotation, two at most. Can you hold out that long?”

Rex’s eyes met Senna’s, and she nodded in confirmation. “Sounds like we’ll manage.”

“Roger that. I’ll get the boys spun up and we’ll head your way ASAP. Keep the beacon on and stay safe.”

“Will do.” Rex clicked off the comm and set the blinking beacon next to him. “Well, that’s one thing sorted. You really think we can do a day or two?”

She poked through their bags, mentally inventorying their supplies. “Yeah, we’ve got enough rations in here for that I think. Might have to go hunting if we get too hungry, but we won’t starve to death. The water in here is pretty convenient, although it’ll need sterilization. I think I’ve got enough tabs for two rotations. Overall, I think we’ll be fine.” She shivered. “I’ll go find something to make us a fire with. It’s cold in here.”

“You don’t think that’ll let the Imperials know we’re here?”

“I’m more concerned about keeping predatory animals away that might want to sleep here and keeping us warm. Let’s worry about the immediate threats, and then when the Imperials become one, we’ll worry about them. Plus, there are plenty of hunters and nomads out here. I don’t think campfires are anything out of the ordinary.”

“Maybe not, but they’re not always looking for someone.”

“We’re so far from where we started, Rex. And you and I both know they didn’t have many vehicles good for a large search in the city. If it was me, knowing you were hit in the escape, I’d assume we’d have stopped much sooner to try and fix you up or rest. I’d start the search in a much smaller area as I waited for additional resources and troops to arrive. Then I’d expand the circle methodically.”

She expected more pushback, more arguing, but instead, Rex shrugged, seemingly accepting her logic. Doing her best to hide her surprise, Senna ventured out to find something to make a fire with.

An hour later, they had a small fire burning towards the back of the cave. With the better illumination, Senna went to work on re-patching Rex’s chest wound. Even with its apparent improvement, Rex still swore loudly when she cauterized the few spots that still needed it. 

“Is this payback for when you were shot?” he hissed as she examined her work.

“Now, Rex, I’m hurt that you think I would be that petty,” she teased. Even with her joking, she still took extra care to be gentle when placing the bacta patch over the wound, and soon she could see the tension in his shoulders easing as the pain began to subside.

“You need another injection?” she asked. “We’ve got three more.”

“Nah. I’d like to keep my head about me.”

She nodded, packing the supplies back into the medkit. “I’ll take first watch then.” 

“You’ve done enough,” he grunted as he shifted himself around to get more comfortable.  “I’ll do it. I’ll need your blaster since I dropped mine.” He held out his hand for the weapon. When she hesitated, he waved his hand at her insistently. “Rest a while. I’ve got this.”

Senna shook her head, pulling out the other bedroll and placing it on the ground a respectable distance from Rex. She saw his eyes note the space between them as well. “Thanks, but I don’t think I’ll be sleeping much more tonight,” she said quietly, unable to meet his eyes. “I’ll watch.”

“Senna.” 

Her breath hitched in her throat as his warm hand closed around hers. 

“Senna, look at me.” 

She finally raised her eyes to meet his. He was silently pleading with her, wanting to comfort her, but not wanting to push her. He wanted to help her, but he didn’t know how. 

“I thought you were dead,” she whispered, her voice quivering. “And then I was so sure you were going to die, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.” Emotion was beginning to overwhelm her again, and she swallowed hard, sitting down on the mat next to him. Rex released her hand, but he stayed quiet, clearly wanting to allow her to speak her piece. “I… I thought I’d lost you, Rex.”

“I’m right here, Sen.” The nickname shattered her, and she unleashed a shuddering sob, covering her face with her hands. 

What do I even say? 

She heard Rex take a deep breath, sighing gently. 

“You didn’t lose me,” he said quietly. “You won’t ever lose me, Senna. Regardless of where we stand with each other. I won’t leave you. Even if we’re not…” his voice trailed off.  

“You can’t make that promise,” she rasped. 

“You’re right,” he conceded. “I can’t, not with what we do. But what I can promise is that I will do everything in my power to try. Just to try, Sen. That’s all I can do.”

Senna let her hands drop away from her face, meeting Rex’s gaze again. He gave her a gentle, sad smile. The firelight flickered across his warm brown irises, still so comforting to her even though he was the injured one. He loved her, it was so obvious now when she saw the way he was looking at her. Of course, he’d said as much, but the way he was looking at her was such a resounding confirmation that he’d meant it.

Even now, he’s giving me an out. He’s not pressing me. Even after I kissed him. Even though he feels that way. 

It was as if someone threw a switch in Senna’s brain, and suddenly everything was so clear. 

I don’t know if I’ll endanger him more being what I am, but I can’t be without him anymore. I can’t. I almost lost him tonight. And if I had without telling him, without him knowing… I’d have never forgiven myself. 

Rex was still watching her, clearly trying to gauge her reaction. 

What we do always will be dangerous, with or without each other. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep him safe. But maybe I can do that better with him. Maybe we do things better together. 

Maybe it’s worth the risk. 

“Senna.” 

Don’t we deserve this? her mind whispered. 

The question was apparent in his gaze. 

Where do we go from here? Tell me what you want. 

Slowly, she crawled over to him, kneeling next to him and ignoring the stinging of her bloodied kneecaps. She stared at him for another few moments as the last holdout in her mind finally surrendered to her heart. Rex was quiet, but she could feel the nerves rolling off of him, the concern, the love, and suddenly she realized how she was feeling those emotions from him. 

She closed her eyes and reached out through the Force. 

He’s warm, like sand on a beach when the sun’s starting to finally set. He’s solid, unwavering, so sure of himself. I can feel it all. 

A warm, calloused hand rested against her cheek and she let out a stuttering breath, bringing her hand up to interlace her fingers in his. “You were right, you know,” she whispered, her voice quivering.

“About what?” He sounded devastatingly hopeful, but also reserved, as though he was still trying to withhold every emotion until she was certain. 

And she loved him more for it. 

Her eyes fluttered open as she took a deep, shaky breath. “I do love you, Rex.”

Saying the words felt like a weight had lifted from her. It felt right. The last day had served as a violent reminder that tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed, and she wasn’t going to waste another moment fighting the way she felt. Not when Rex, the man she loved, was staring at her like that. Not when she’d been lucky enough to have another opportunity to tell him exactly how she felt. 

He studied her, his eyes searching hers as if he wanted to be absolutely sure he understood what she was saying. 

“Yeah?” he rasped.

She leaned closer, pressing her forehead to his, giggling softly. “Yeah.”

“Do… do you want…” He wasn’t sure how to ask the question, but she understood anyway. She stroked his cheek reassuringly.

“I almost lost you last night, and in that moment, all I could think of was how much time I’ve wasted over the last year. I didn’t feel like I was allowed to be happy or want for anything because I survived when so many did not. This felt like penance, and if I allowed myself joy or any other emotion that wasn’t tied to the rebellion’s success, I wasn’t doing that penance correctly.” She chewed her lip, searching for the right words. “But you were right, Rex. We do deserve happiness, and I didn’t realize how much I was going to regret not having you until I almost didn’t. So, yes. I want this. I want you.”

His breath was warm against her lips.

“Say it again, Senna. Only if you mean it.” 

“I love you, Rex. I love-”

He cut her off, crashing his lips against hers and kissing her hard. Those three words had been all the confirmation he needed.  

She surrendered to him. 

Rex’s hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her on top of him to straddle his hips. The blanket slipped from his shoulders, pooling on the cave’s floor.

“You’re hurt,” she tried to protest.

“Don’t care,” he insisted, pulling her mouth back to his. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer against him. She felt his hands slide under the edge of her shirt, pressing against her spine with enough force that she was forced to rest her hands against his chest. 

“It’s fine,” he muttered against her lips. “Stop worrying about me.” His fingers tangled in her hair as he kissed her desperately. Senna let him take the lead, shrugging out of her jacket and flinging it off to the side. Her fingers wrapped around the back of Rex’s neck as she began to grind her core against him. She needed him, needed reassurance that this was real, that he was here with her and safe and that they loved one another. Rex was giving her all of the permission she could ask for to do so. She ran her hands down the side of his neck, one hand wrapping around the back of his head while the other one trailed down his chest. She felt him shudder under her touch. 

“I love you,” she breathed. Now that she’d finally said the words, she wasn’t sure she could stop. Every time she said them, she felt Rex’s heart rate leap beneath her fingers, felt his mouth draw into a smile against hers. It was intoxicating. 

Rex’s lips worked along her jaw to her neck, and Senna granted him access, arching into his touch and letting her head fall to the side so he could nuzzle at the tendons of her throat. He pushed the neck of her tunic aside to expose the scar on her collarbone, gently placing a kiss on it. Senna let out a small gasp at the intimacy of it, remembering how he’d kissed the same place that night in the inn. 

“You survived for a reason,” he whispered against her skin. “You’re going to do so much good in this fight, I truly believe that. But I also have to believe you survived so that you could help me. So that you could show me how to love someone in a way I never thought I would.” He cradled her face, pressing his forehead to hers again, his breath stuttering against her lips. “You deserve the galaxy, Senna. The least I can do is offer you myself. All of me for as long as you could possibly want me. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but I want to find out. With you.”

“I love you, Rex,” she whispered again, quivering in his grasp. “I love you so much.”

“I know. And I love you too.”

Heat raced through her, pooling between her legs. His hands were on her skin, holding her firmly and yet so gently, and electricity licked up her spine as he lifted her shirt over her head. She allowed him to fumble with the bindings on her breastband for a few seconds before she swatted his hands away and removed it herself. 

“Can I have you again?” he rasped, and the words sent arousal coursing through her like lightning searching for the ground. 

“Are you… sure you’re up for it?” she panted, already awkwardly wriggling out of her pants. 

“I’ll manage,” he muttered, shimmying his own trousers down just far enough to free his cock before pulling her back into his lap. 

“I’ll be gentle,” she whispered teasingly in between panted breaths. 

“I can’t guarantee I will be,” he rumbled, winking up at her. 

Senna felt the head of his cock notch against her entrance easily, and another shiver rippled through her. Rex threw his discarded blanket around her shoulders before resting his hands on her hips, slowly guiding her down onto him with a groan. 

Senna’s head rolled back and her eyes fluttered closed as she felt her walls stretch around Rex’s thick cock once more. Every cell of her body was screaming at her to go faster, to bury him as far inside of her as he could go, to let him claim her in whatever way he desired. She needed to feel every inch of him, needed to be coupled with him like this. The sex they’d already had paled in comparison to this. Every barrier she’d put in place between her and Rex, between her and the Force was gone, and she felt him, every piece of him, physical and otherwise. She was vulnerable, but she was with him, the person she trusted more than anyone else. She was safe. The connection was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, overwhelming her in every way. She didn’t realize she was crying until she felt Rex’s thumbs swiping against her cheeks. 

“Sen, we can stop.” 

“No. Please don’t,” she whispered. “I need this. I need you.”

“You have me,” he said softly, kissing her cheek. His voice was taut, and it was clear he was holding back, waiting for Senna to adjust to him. “All of me, Sen. I’m yours.” 

Her hips finally rested against his, his thighs warm underneath her. She ground against him experimentally, and they both moaned quietly. Her clit dragged through the dark curls that haloed his base, and she clenched, ripping another gasp from Rex. His hands found her breasts, cupping them gently as his thumb brushed over her nipple. Senna whined, pressing against Rex more insistently, and he pulled her closer with one hand splayed against her back. 

“Tell me what you want,” he asked, just like he had at the inn. 

Senna was ready this time, her misgivings and worries abandoned as she relinquished herself to him fully. “You,” she gasped. “Only you.” 

“You have me.” He tugged at her nipple experimentally, and her nails dug into the back of his neck, drawing a grunt from him. “Now, tell me what you want, pretty girl. I’ll give you anything.” 

“P-put your mouth on me,” she begged. 

“Atta girl,” Rex praised, pulling her breast to his lips and sucking her nipple lightly, flicking his tongue over the hardening bud. His hand cupped her other one, squeezing gently and massaging her other nipple. It was ecstasy when his teeth gently scraped against her flesh. 

Senna picked up her pace, pressing herself closer to him as she rode him. “Maker, Rex. More.” 

His lips trailed across her chest, sucking marks into her skin as his hands guided her hips against him. Desperation took over, a need that made the world around them disappear into a muted, out of focus afterthought. All she could see was Rex, brow furrowed as he watched her, lips slightly parted in pleasure. She was acutely aware of every place their bodies touched, the way his fingertips were digging into her skin, the way his chest heaved against hers, the way his cock twitched inside of her, the feeling of his lips against hers and the taste of his tongue. It was all so much and not enough at the same time. 

Senna almost laughed to herself, remembering the club in the capital and how she’d been warring with herself then, how she’d denied what was so clearly there. This time, she let herself go, whispering Rex’s name and spurring him on with whimpered pleas. Despite his injuries, Rex was persistent and attentive, studying her every reaction, searching for the places that made her moan and the touches that made her come undone. 

This was so different from any other time that they’d been together. The club had been rushed, desperate, frantic. Even back at the inn, there had been space between them, unspoken concerns and worries that kept them at a distance even while they were coupled. None of that existed now. There was no hesitation, no fears, nothing stopping the two of them from giving themselves to the other as fully as possible. The intimacy was staggering to Senna, and looking at the way Rex was watching her, she could tell he felt the same. 

She’d never get enough of him. She was certain of it. 

Her knees were screaming in protest as the wounds rubbed against the bedroll beneath Rex, barely cushioned from the hard stone of the cave floor, but she didn’t care. Not as Rex coaxed an orgasm from her and then another, pulling her close and kissing her sweaty skin until she recovered enough to keep going, silencing any of her worries or protests with insistent kisses. It was awkward at times, Rex trying to find ways to meet Senna with his bad leg and failing, the two of them falling into one another in fits of giggles and apologies before one of them would pull the other back under. 

It wasn’t flawless, but it was perfect. 

The fire had died down to glowing embers by the time Senna felt her final climax starting to edge forward. Her fingers dug into Rex’s shoulders as she felt her body beginning to tighten once more, signaling her impending orgasm. It was going to be devastating, she could tell by the rate at which the coil within her was tightening, the way her head was swimming as though she was drunk on him. She was almost sad, knowing she wouldn’t have another in her, understanding that her exhaustion was going to claim her once they were done. 

She never wanted to stop. 

But he’s yours. There’s more time. You have time. 

“Rex, I-” A gasp cut off her whimper as the head of Rex’s cock brushed the perfect place inside of her again. 

“I know. I can feel it,” he rasped. “I’m close too.”

“Cum with me,” she pleaded. Her vision was blurring with tears as he nudged her closer to the precipice, his cock striking the same place inside of her with every stroke. “Please.”

“Anything for you,” he groaned, his voice taut again as he dangled over the edge with her. She could feel the muscles in his thighs tightening as he chased his own orgasm. She allowed her forehead to rest against his again, staring into his eyes. His fingers dug into her hips as he increased their pace, thrusting up into her with grunts caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. Like her, he couldn’t be bothered to stop, no matter how much his body ached. 

“I-I love you, Senna Aven,” he stuttered. 

“I’m yours, Rex.”

One of Rex’s hands slipped around the back of her head, keeping her face pressed to his as he finished with a punctured gasp. Senna felt his cock twitch within her as his warmth flooded her, dribbling out between her legs. That sensation alone sent her hurtling over the edge after him, and she buried her face in his neck, crying out as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her. 

Senna had no idea how long they sat like that, molded against one another with Rex’s softening cock still nestled inside of her. Finally, Rex wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her firmly as he leaned over and grabbed the other bedroll, yanking it closer with a grunt. Sitting back up, he brushed the hair that had come loose from her braid out of her face. His fingers lingered against her skin, and Senna turned to press a kiss to the inside of his palm. 

“Still love me?” he asked quietly, the beginnings of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“After that, how could I not?” she joked, kissing him gently. “Yes. I do.” 

Rex finally allowed himself a full smile, one that nearly split his face in two. “Good.” 

Maker, he’s handsome, Senna thought with wonder. And he wants me.

She finally slid off of him, taking care to mind his injuries. She didn’t bother to put her clothes back on, finding the blanket surprisingly warm as she wrapped it around herself.

“Will you let me fix your knees?” Rex prompted.

Senna giggled. “Yes.”

Even with his injuries, Rex was quick, pulling her legs across his lap and cleaning the abrasions thoroughly before smearing bacta over them. Senna winced at the sting, but Rex leaned down to gently blow on the damaged skin, soothing it with cool air before he gently bandaged each knee. When he was finished, he met her eyes, placing a light kiss to each bandage. 

“Better?” he asked. 

“Much.” They’d just made love, but she couldn’t stop herself from blushing at the tenderness of the act. 

This is what we do, she thought as Rex wriggled down to lay next to her. We fix each other up. We take care of one another. 

Because we love each other.

Senna noticed Rex was holding out his arm in invitation. She took it, snuggling into the crook of his shoulder as he pulled her close. 

“Is this alright?” she whispered. 

“It’s perfect,” Rex replied, playing with her hair. “When I wake in the morning, you won’t be gone this time, right?”

Senna’s heart clenched with guilt. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “But yeah, I’ll be here.” She snuggled closer, listening to the rhythmic beat of Rex’s heart as her cheek pressed against his chest. Her eyelids were already fluttering closed with a sudden drowsiness that she hadn’t felt in a long time, one that came with relief and allowing herself to not be on guard constantly. The voice in the back of her mind that usually would have been screaming at her to keep watch was silent. Just this once, she tossed caution to the wind.

Just for tonight. 

I don’t think either of us could stay awake if we tried anyway. 

Just this once. 

She smiled as she inhaled deeply, smelling Rex’s skin. 

“You’re stuck with me, Rex. Hope you know what you’re signing yourself up for.” 

He interlaced his fingers with hers, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “Oh believe me, I know exactly what I’m getting myself into.” She was already snoring softly against his chest, so Senna never saw the way he looked at her in that moment, hardly felt the kiss he pressed to her forehead. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Rex said quietly before drifting off himself.

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[ameagrice]

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chapter twenty-six | actions have consequences

percy jackson x fem reader

“What is it, Mary?”

The house’s quietude was knocked off-kilter by Travis’s words, his whispering. The bubblewrap around your heart threatened to pop.

Nothing. The word sat on the edge of your tongue, and you wanted nothing more than to let it fall off. But that wasn’t true.

A summer in a different country would have once been your dream. But this summer had killed it, and hurt you, and you wished more than anything in the world you could just forget it all. The events of the last six weeks wrung your organs out in one uncomfortable, painful, bloody mess.

You felt empty.

In typical Chiron fashion, he’d taken to get a hot drink for you. The night had turned cool, and in your denim shorts and a t-shirt, you’d been feeling the chill for too long. Your backpack sat by the coffee table, slightly ripped on the side from where you’d fallen, but otherwise unharmed. The same could not be said for your poor, scratched legs.

You’d shocked Chiron by your sudden, unexpected arrival into camp in the dead of night. You’d scared Travis by asking for him. Percy still resided in Manhattan with his mom, and you hadn’t wanted to bother them. But you’d needed someone, and you couldn’t think of anyone better at the time.

The blanket around your shoulders weighed heavily on you. You could scarcely speak, though you’d been trying.

“It’s just…”

Travis’s patient, brown eyes were riddled with sadness, and you hated it.

You sighed and said quietly, “I don’t know. I’m so tired.”

“You’re here, now. You’re okay.”

What you hated the most was the way his words got choked at the end. You’d upset him.

“You don’t have to stay with me. I’m sorry for waking you up. Go back to bed, Travis.”

“If you think I can sleep knowing you’re here like this, think again.”

You appreciated his concern. But you felt like a fake. Had your summer really been that bad? Compared to some peoples’, no, it hadn’t been. But thinking logically, it wouldn’t have hurt if it wasn’t bad. And it had hurt.

Things with your dad never had been simple, or even somewhat good. But they’d been manageable, and without a mom, and before camp, it had been your normal. But you’d experienced camp and overheard things, and knew now that being pushed around and treated the way you had been was not acceptable.

Somewhere in your backpack was your dad’s business credit card, most likely now cut off. But it had helped while it could.

“Hot cocoa,” Chiron announced gently, setting the large mug down on the coffee table in front of you.

The mug he set down sent your mind into a frenzy. All you were capable of thinking about, and all you could see were glass shards splashing up your legs as it they bounced up from the floor, and your stepmom’s flowers being walked all over.

You’d worn leggings for weeks after.

“Thank you,” you uttered, but didn’t pick it up straight away; there wasn’t much fancy in being burned.

The clock read three o’clock. Exhaustion filled every part of your body.

“Can I stay here tonight?” You asked nobody in particular, pulling a thread on the blanket. “I cant go to my cabin yet.”

“Of course, child,” said Chiron.

You didn’t leave that house for three days.

—

You woke up with a crick in your neck, and the most embarrassing thing since you fractured your ankle…

Drool on your cheek.

You sighed, wiping it away with a grimace. You didn’t have to look at Percy to know he had a grin on his face.

“Stop it,” you said.

“I’m not doing anything!”

But then he snickered, and you knew that was a lie.

“Where are we?” You looked around. Whenever you’d arrived, the animal had stopped, and the others were climbing off. It swung its head and chewed on a cactus.

Percy turned around. In the middle of nowhere, you seemed to be. The buildings were run-down and empty and dark inside, and the signs on the fronts were worn with the paint chipping away.

“Gila Claw, Arizona,” he said.

You watched the boar take a sip dirty water and belch, then it turned around and took off running towards the mountains in the distance.

The mountains…

“Am I hallucinating?” You said, turning everyone’s attention on you. “Or are the hills…not hills?”

“What are you…?” Thalia narrowed her eyes, coming to stand beside you. She shifted on her feet when she realised. “Oh my Gods.”

“They’re cars!” You flayed your hands, palms-up. “It’s a mountain of shi—”

“Something tells me we’re not going to find a rental car out here,” Thalia said. She looked at Grover. “I don’t suppose you’ve got another boar up your sleeve?”

Grover tilted his head back, and sniffed the wind that blew. He put his hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out a fist-full of acorns, and promptly threw them to the desert floor. In the very dim light from the stars and moon, you had a thought, and slung your bag down from your shoulders to dig around.

You flicked on your flashlight when you found it, and Grover nodded in appreciation.

“That’s us,” he explained. You shone your light on the acorns. “The six of us are those acorns there.”

“Which one am I?” Percy asked.

You couldn’t help it. “The little deformed one.”

He elbowed you in the side and you shone the flashlight in his eye.

“That cluster right there,” Grover through another handful. “That’s trouble.”

“A monster?”

Grover looked uneasy. “I don’t smell anything, which doesn’t make sense. But the acorns don’t lie. Our next challenge…”

Grover leaned over and placed his hand on the end of the light, shifting the beam. It highlighted the mountains of rubble and scrap metal in heaps around you.

You decided to camp for the night and explore in the morning. It wasn’t safe in the dark, and your admittance that something was making you feel off wasn’t helping the situation.

Out of their backpacks, Zoe and Bianca pulled out sleeping bags and pillows from their backpacks. You watched from the ground, cross-legged, gob-smacked and utterly confused. How did all that fit in there?

It got cold pretty fast, so Grover and Percy took it upon themselves to collect scrap wood from the old buildings and put it all in a heap. Thalia zapped it with her spear and started a fire.

Despite the peaceful company from your friends, and the warmth from your sleeping bag, it was a struggle to ignore the weird feeling down your back, and the feeling of something settling in your bones. Something wasn’t right…

Despite the slight fear that you might accidentally cut yourself in your sleep, you left your knife beside your sleeping bag just in case, and your backpack on the other side.

“The stars are out,” Zoe said.

She was right. You tilted your head back to look up at the sky; cloudless, and scattered with stars so bright you were for a second breathtaken.

“It’s pretty,” you muttered.

“It’s amazing,” Bianca agreed. “I’ve never actually seen the Milky Way.”

“This is nothing. In the old days there were more. Whole constellations have disappeared because of human light pollution.”

“You talk like you’re not human,” Percy said.

Zoe scoffed. “I am a Hunter. I care what happens to the wild places of the world. Can the same be said for thee?”

Her words, for some reason, sparked memories of your summer, before you’d ran off to camp.

Grass so brightly green it almost looked artificial, warmed by the sun. You’d lowered your head to lay and watch an ant on the edge of a blade of grass.

You thought of the small cove you’d found in a desperate bid to get away from the house, and the way the sea splashed up the sides of the rock, completely in your own little world.

“For you,” Thalia corrected. It brought you to the present. “Not thee.”

“But you use you for the beginning of a sentence.”

“And for the end. No thou, no thee, just you.”

Zoe threw up her hands. “I hate this language! It changes too often!”

Grover sighed. A look at him confirmed he still looked lost, and a little like he was longing. “If Pan were here, he would set things right.”

Zoe nodded and hummed sadly.

“Maybe it was the coffee,” Grover said. “I was drinking coffee, and then the wind came. Maybe if I drank more coffee…”

“Grover,” Percy’s voice brought you to clear attention, as he always did. Listening to his voice was like listening to your favourite song. “Do you really think that was Pan? I mean, I know you want it to be.”

“He sent us help. When we needed it most. I don’t know why or how. But it was his presence. I just know it. And after this quest, I’m going back to New Mexico and drinking a lot of coffee. It’s the best lead we’ve gotten in two thousand years. I was so close.”

Your heart ached for Grover. And you had no idea where the words came from, but you let them come anyway.

“You’ll find him, Grover.”

Said boy looked over at you, shocked. “You think so?”

You nodded. “I know so. If anyone can do it, it’ll be you. You’re in touch with all this nature stuff more than anyone I’ve ever met.”

He smiled a little, leaning back to look at the sky again.

And then, the moment was ruined.

“What I’d like to know,” Thalia said, her voice pushy. She looked to Bianca, trying to hide in her sleeping bag. “Is how you destroyed one of the zombies. There’re a lot more of them out there. We need to figure out how to fight them.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. I just stabbed it and it went up in flames.”

“Maybe it’s something to do with your knife?”

“It is the same as mine,” Zoe said. “Celestial bronze, yes, but mine did not have that effect on the warriors that way.”

“Maybe you have to hit the skeleton in a certain spot,” Percy suggested, sitting up.

You leaned on your elbow, watching the exchange. Bianca looked extremely uncomfortable.

“Never mind,” Zoe told her. “We will find the answer. In the meantime, we should plan our next move. When we get through this junkyard, we must continue west. If we can find a road, we can hitchhike to the next city. I think that would be Las Vegas.”

“No!” You jumped. “Not there!” Bianca said. She looked insanely freaked out, like she’d witnessed something she couldn’t explain. And maybe she had.

“Why?” Zoe frowned.

“I think…I think we stayed there. Me and Nico. At least for a little bit. And then…I can’t remember.”

“Bianca,” your eyes shifted to Percy. He spoke slowly and carefully. “The hotel you stayed at. Was it called the Lotus Hotel and Casino?”

Your heart skipped a beat, eyes widening. You remembered that place too well.

Bianca’s eyes widened. “How could you know that?”

“Oh, great.”

“Wait,” Thalia said. “What is the Lotus Casino?”

“We got stuck in there a couple of years ago,” you said, gazing around the group. “Me, Percy, Grover and Annabeth. It felt like a few hours but actually it’d been five days. It speeds time up without you realising.”

“No,” Bianca said. “That’s not possible.”

“I used to think a lot of things weren’t possible,” you sympathised. She stared at the ground. “But look where we are now.”

“You said somebody came and got you out,” Percy urged. “What did he look like? What did he say?”

“I—I can’t remember. I don’t want to talk about this, please—”

Zoe sat forward, eyebrows pulled in concern. “You said that Washington D.C. had changed when you back there last summer. You didn’t remember a subway being there.”

“Yes, but—”

“Bianca,” Zoe said. “Can you tell me the name of the president of the United States right now?”

“Don’t be silly,” Bianca said, and gave the right answer. But you knew where this was going.

“And who was the president before that?” You prompted.

Bianca thought for a while. “Roosevelt.”

You felt the line between your brows. “Theodore or Franklin?”

“Franklin. F.D.R.”

Zoe looked lost for words, and you just couldn’t understand how this had happened.

“Bianca, F.D.R. was the president, like, seventy years ago.”

“That’s impossible,” she said. “I’m not that old.” She turned over her hands like they should have shown her real age.

Thalia’s voice was sad. “It’s okay, Bianca. The important thing is you and Nico are safe. You made it out.”

You made it out. Your stomach churned.

“But how?” Percy continued, oblivious to the internal pain in you. “We were there for only a few hours and we just about made it out. How could you have escaped after being there for so long?”

“I told you!” Bianca looked about to cry. “A man came and got us out.”

“But who? Why did he do it?”

Before she could answer, a blazing light so bright it burned your eyes came from down the street, the headlights of a car. You all moved out of the way as it stopped in front of you. You had your dagger in hand at the ready.

The back door of the slim, white limo opened right in front of Percy. As he went to step back, the point of a sword was suddenly at his throat. You immediately jumped into action, shoving the door wider and drawing your dagger against the flat edge of the sword the way Travis had shown you, pushing it away slightly.

With a fierce face—or, what you hoped was fierce—and hard eyes, you stared down the very man who got right under your skin.

“You,” you spat. If looks could kill.

He smirked. “You,” Ares replied. He pushed the sword against your dagger with little effort, and you couldn’t help but move back slightly. From the corner of your eye, Percy drew his own sword, standing right behind you.

“What’s the matter, Jackson?” Area taunted. “Need your girl to protect you?” His eyes moved behind you. “At ease, people.”

Wraparound shades hid the god’s eyes, but for that you were thankful. He looked the same as he had the last time you saw him: tall and broad-shouldered, visibly and physically stronger than you. In a leather biker’s jacket, black pants and combat boots, he wouldn’t have usually been somebody who you messed with. But something about Ares continually struck a match in you, and you couldn’t help yourself. There was no fear with him, only anger and determination.

He snapped his fingers, and everyone’s weapons fell to the ground. Instantly, his sword shifted under Percy’s chin, lifting his head tilted.

“This is a friendly meeting,” Ares declared. “Of course I’d like to take your head for a trophy, but someone wants to see you. And I never behead my enemies in front of a lady.”

“What lady?” Thalia voiced from the back.

You felt the change in attention. “Well, well. I heard you were back. Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus. You’re not hanging out with very good company.”

In any other situation, you might have spoken out about what Ares thought of you and your friends. But with his sword at Percy’s throat…

“What’s your business, Ares? Who’s in the car?”

Ares smiled, like he enjoyed the attention. He pushed Percy away, sword point now at the ground. “Oh, I doubt she wants to meet the rest of you. Especially them,” he nodded in Bianca and Zoe’s direction. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was in the car. “Why don’t you all go get some tacos while you wait? Only take Percy a few minutes.”

“We will not leave him alone with thee, Lord Ares,” Zoe said firmly.

“Besides,” you snapped, waving your hand to the broken building. “Are you blind? Taco place is damaged beyond repair.”

Ares snapped his fingers again, and behind you the taco shop sprung to life. Neon signs lit in the windows, and a warm smell began to drift from it. Boards flew off the door and the ‘closed’ sign flipped to ‘open’.

You were unable to see his eyes, but knew he was looking right at you. “You were saying, miss attitude?”

“Go on,” Percy said. You met eyes. “I’ll handle this.”

“You heard the boy,” Ares teased. “He’s big and strong. Go on. He’s got everything under control.”

Grover caught your wrist and pulled you with him.

You looked over your shoulder. Ares pushed Percy inside the limousine.

“This is awesome,” Thalia said. Inside the taco shop, tables were set up and some song played quietly.

“Believe it or not,” you said, walking around the counter. “I’ve never tried tacos before.”

Thalia’s jaw dropped. “What’s wrong with you?”

You huffed a laugh. Bianca and Zoe were looking at pictures on the walls, while Grover munched on a piece of…was that tablecloth?

“My dad just never let me try anything like that. He didn’t like it, so I couldn’t like it either.”

“That’s…weird.”

“You’re telling me.”

All of a sudden, the music cut off, and the air grew cold and dark. You were suddenly outside again, amidst all the junk and piles of trash.

Grover bleeted in shock, and you stumbled on air.

“What the…?” Thalia turned in a circle.

Bianca and Zoe shared looks with you.

Everyone was confused.

“What did she want with you?” Bianca said. You frowned, until he stood beside you.

Percy’s eyes were shifty. “Oh, uh, I’m not sure. She said to be careful in her husband’s junk yard. Not to touch anything.”

Your eyebrows knit together. “Why would she give us a warning? The gods never give us warnings.”

Zoe hummed in agreement. “The goddess of love would never make a special trip just to tell us to be careful, Percy. Just…watch how you go. Aphrodite has led many heroes astray.”

“For once I agree with Zoe,” Thalia said. “You can’t trust Aphrodite.”

“So,” Percy said. “How do we get out of here?”

“That way,” Zoe pointed ahead. “That way is west.”

“How can you tell?”

“Ursa Major is in the north, which means that must be west.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, yeah,” Percy nodded along. “The bear thing.”

“Bear thing?” You frowned.

“Show some respect!” Zoe said. “The bear was a worthy opponent. A fine bear.”

“You act like it was real.”

“Guys!” Grover interrupted. “Look!”

Between all the walking and talking (and staring at your feet because the dark was giving you the heebie jeebies in all the rubble) you’d come to the very front and tallest pile of rubble. Piles upon piles of metal objects glinted in the moonlight before you; tons of shields and broken swords, stray metal sheets and bronze chariots. More modern stuff sat between the older pieces, like washing machines and computer monitors.

“Woah,” Bianca said, “that stuff looks like real gold!”

“It is,” Thalia said grimy. You didn’t get why she was looking so tentative of it all. The feeling you’d felt for a while now got stronger. “Don’t touch anything. This is the junkyard of the gods.”

“Guys,” you said. “Can we just go?” Maybe getting out of the place would help your feeling to go away.

“Junk?” Grover ignored you. He knelt down and picked up the prettiest tiara you’d ever seen, the diamonds on it glittering like you’d never seen before. “You call this junk?” The tiara was cut in half like someone had hacked it with an axe.

Just looking at it made you want to pick something up, stuff it in your bag and take it home with you.

Grover bit off a piece of the tiara and chewed. Your jaw dropped. It was like a crime to humanity. “Delicious!”

Thalia swatted it from his hands and hissed, “I’m serious! Put it down!”

“Look!” Bianca raced through the rubble and down the hill. “A Hunter’s bow!” The picked it up. The second she did, you saw as you walked closer, it shrunk into a tiny hairpin. “Like Percy’s sword!”

“Leave it, Bianca,” Zoe said grimly. “Everything here is here for a reason. It is defective or cursed.”

“I don’t like this place,” Thalia said, coming up beside you.

“You think we’re gonna get attacked by killer refrigerators?” Percy joked, laughing with Grover.

You’d learned, being a demigod, not to underestimate anything, and if you were warned about something to always go by the rules. But…there were just so many pretty things amongst the trash, that eventually you couldn’t help yourself, and neither could Thalia or Percy.

Thalia found a shield she liked, and Grover ate some leftover rubble. Percy picked up a guitar, and you plucked up a silver, gem-encrusted crown on your head. You kept it on your head even as the end of the rubble piles began to come to an end, and the road was right ahead.

But…between you and the road was a huge mountain that stretched lengthways, bigger than the other piles of thrown away belongings you’d walked through.

“What is that?” Bianca gasped.

It looked like rows of silver columns.

“Are they…feet?” Thalia asked, narrowing her eyes. Everyone exchanged looks. “Let’s go around. Far around.”

“But the road is right over there,” Percy pointed out. “Let’s just climb over.”

Ping.

You spun around, hand tight on the handle of your dagger. You pointed it at Grover. “What are you doing?” You hissed.

“I don’t know. I…uh, don’t like fake feet?”

“Come on,” Thalia groaned. “Around.”

After several minutes of walking away from the yard, you reached black asphalt, and could take a deep breath.

“We made it out,” Zoe breathed. “Thank the gods.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

A sound like something was crushing all the metal together filled the air, and goosebumps ran the length of your body. The awful feeling you’d felt for so long now only got worse.

You spun around. And couldn’t believe your eyes.

Your mouth was agape as you looked it over. A giant, hundreds of feet tall, had risen from the junkyard. Half of his face was melted off, and the bronze giant wore full greek body armour. He was as tall as a skyscraper, and you swallowed. Hard. His joints squeaked with disuse and rusting.

“Talos!” Zoe gasped.

You whipped your head in her direction. “Who?!”

“One of Hephaestus’s creations,” Thalia answered, but didn’t take her eyes off the giant. “But it can’t be the original. A prototype maybe. A defective model.”

Something you’d never heard of before.

The giant didn’t like the word Thalia used: prototype.

He lowered his huge hand to the sword belt it wore and drew his sword. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard and your stomach clenched.

“Someone took something,” Zoe turned. “Who…”

Her eyes lifted to your head. To your hair, specifically. Where you’d forgotten...

The crown you still wore.

You’d been wearing it for so long, you hadn’t even felt it.

“I’m sorry,” you rushed. “I just forgot.”

Thalia pulled a face. “You just forgot?! After I said not to take or touch anything!”

“Yes! Okay, I’m sorry!”

There was no time to do anything other than run. Talos took one large step toward you, making the ground shake under your feet.

“Run!” Grover yelled.

Against any other enemy, running might have helped. But this thing covered miles in one step.

So you split up.

Thalia held her shield up as she ran down the highway. The giant swung his sword, taking out power lines that sparked as they were cut and fell.

Zoe shot arrows that whistled as they flew by the giant, but it made no difference to the situation. He advanced, and you were frantically thinking of anything you could do. Surely there had to be a way to dismantle the thing, or something?

You ended up hiding behind a chariot with Percy and Bianca, three of you breathing deeply. Percy turned his head to look at you and made an exasperated sound.

“Why are you still wearing that thing!” He reached up and pulled it from your hair. It snagged, and you reached up to untangle it. You didn’t think he meant to hurt you, but he pulled it and pieces of your hair flowed off with it. Percy launched as far as he could in the giant’s direction.

It kept advancing.

“Someone else must have something!” He said. “Otherwise it would have stopped there. Bianca, that bow?”

“No!” She said. But her voice quivered.

“Give it back!” Percy exclaimed. “Put it down!”

“I…didn’t take the bow. Besides, it’s too late!”

“What did you take?!”

A massive creaking noise sent horror skyrocketing through your body, and you all moved instantly. Percy tore down the hill, Bianca in front of you and you at the back. The giant’s foot smashed where you’d been hiding.

“Hey, Talos!” Grover yelled from somewhere in the distance.

The giant paid him no mind, and simply stared down at you and Bianca.

Grover played a song on his reedpipes. The downed power lines began to flick and shift on the ground before rising in the air. One of them wrapped around the giant’s ankle and roped up his leg, shocking him.

“Come on!” Percy yelled to Bianca and you. Only you moved.

You slowed to a stop, unable to find your words. Bianca pulled her hand from her jacket pocket, tears in her eyes. A tiny figurine sat in her palm. “It’s the only one Nico doesn’t have!” She explained.

“How could you think of mythomagic at a time like this? Throw it down, maybe it’ll leave us alone.”

She dropped it reluctantly, but nothing changed.

The giant carried on after Grover, stabbing its huge sword into the ground. Grover danced around it to get away in panicked movements. Scrap metal made an avalanche over Grover, covering him completely, and your heart ached in your chest.

“No!” Thalia yelled. She pointed her spear and shot pure electricity at the giant. He collapsed, knees buckling where he’d been hit. But it rose almost immediately. He raised his foot to stomp, and that was when you noticed it.

“For maintenance only…” you muttered. “Guys, I’ve got an insane idea.”

Percy’s wild gaze met yours. “Anything.”

“There’s maintenance sign on its foot. I’m thinking if I can get in there, there might be a way to disable it.”

“How?” Bianca said. “You’d have to stand under its foot. You’ll be crushed!”

“Distract it,” you ordered. Percy looked at you like you were crazy. “I’ll just have to time it right.”

“No.” Bianca’s jaw tightened. “I’ll go. It’s my fault we’re in this situation.”

You threw your arms out in front of you. “I didn’t realise I had a decades-old crown on my head! If anyone’s at fault here, it’s me, and I’m going to fix this!”

Bianca kneeled down. You took the chance to run after the giant, a million thoughts going through your head. Something clasped your ankle and you met the ground hard. Percy yelled something behind you. Your chin burned and your eyes watered, and Bianca pressed something into your hand.

“If anything happens, give this to Nico,” she said, eyes watering. “Tell him…tell him I’m sorry.”

Your face dropped, and you could only watch as she stood and started to run. “What…? Bianca! Hey! Hey!”

She charged at the monster without a second thought. Everything in your body screamed at you, aching in a way it never had before. It was painful and unbearable, and you scrambled to your knees. Hands came under your arms, pulling you up. You could only watch after Bianca. She jumped at its foot, hanging on for dear life. Zoe yelled at her, and she responded to Bianca’s orders by shooting an arrow at the giant. It simply flicked it away, unbothered.

Percy ran next. He stabbed it, creating a gash in the metal, and it raised its foot.

It was like you couldn’t look away.

Even though it hurt terribly.

Bianca got inside. Percy was thrown across the road into a pile of metal. You walked towards them, praying and praying and praying to anyone up there for help. You muttered it, begged for it.

And nothing came.

“Go Bianca!” Percy yelled, as the giant hit itself.

He staggered around, and that excruciating feeling got worse. Bianca was still inside. The giant’s ankle hit a power line, and he was electrocuted. And if he was, Bianca was.

It fell back, and bit by bit, fell apart.

The giant crumbled from the top down. When it was completely apart, you all screamed for Bianca. You shredded your hands pulling pieces of metal apart in search of your friend, and you looked until your eyes burned with the morning sun.

You’d given the directions.

You’d set her there.

You’d stolen what wasn’t yours, and brought this upon yourself.

“We can keep searching!” Percy urged. “We’ll find her!”

The sunlight burned your skin and your eyes, and you narrowed them to watch your best friend. Standing on a pile of metal, you wanted to throw up. There was no way to explain how you felt. Only that you hoped to never feel this way again.

“No we won’t,” Grover said quietly. “This is how it was supposed to happen.”

“What do you mean?”

Grover looked up with big, watery eyes. “The prophecy. One shall be lost in the land without rain.”

What had you done?

You looked out over the desert.

In your eyes…

You’d killed Bianca di Angelo.

It’s midnight here and I’m tired. How do you guys feel about this chapter? Poor Bianca :(

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[spamtoon]

DCRC PKNA Week 11--Silicon Time!

thankfully our little book club break has meant i've had enough time to rest, get into what is potentially a new hyperfix, and feel motivated to read paperinik! ...and um ducks on the road. at some point that's not now.

you know what. im feeling ultra relaxation for this issue let's go to the cove. nevermind i got distracted and entered the pizza parlor

angus fangus cosplay

starting off and first of all i have to say dear lord. the airport experience is indeed horrendous as someone who has been on an airplane recently the sign "clogged toilets delay flights" baffled me. like i understand why but im also like okay. the toilet is clogged. there are two toilets per plane surely the line woudlnt get that long

im gonna be real i thought big nosed human guy was gonna be exclusive to silicon. like i didnt think he would just. also show up here

the idea that angus fangus hasn't had a day off makes me wonder like. was the new zealand thing last issue technically a work trip despite the fact he was there to save his tribe. because if so that rules

it's nice getting to see scrooge again despite the fact he's probably gonna be written out of the story. i missed him

thought he was wiping his sweat with his money for a second here i'm goign to be so honest. and in the second panel he's sillouetted for no reason it amuses me. i mean i know why hes threatening to ruin donald and uno's situationship but he doesn't know he's doing that

i love you chilling in purple shirt donald

i love their little dumb mirco-bickers. they're so domestic

rip to whatever italian pun was lost in translation here. unless there was no pun and donald is just like ughhhhhhhhhh because he does not care

hi little drink serving robot... these things did exist in the 90s but they were very very basic and mostly for flash. which is why it would absolutely get on the news when the only other news is its hot. donald's pose and uno's response is also so cute im. who would have expected comic silicon would have Uno Content

ohohohohoho... oh no, how tragic! how tragic it would be if a certain robot enjoyer skipped to the next town over for this specific day--nevermind he's on vacation too he's at the supervillain convention in florida (SORRY)

cog these car panels are cool... i am once again praising paperinik action moments

rest in peace all the computers at duckburg technofinancial im glad they at least got a viking funeral

it feels so werid to see angus fangus in a tank top and shorts. he belongs in a trenchcoat. and i just

the way he gazes into the distance makes this panel feel so much more contemplative than it actually is i love it

i love how the evronians have a whole division that's job is just. to deal with xadhoom. who is presumably killing evronians off camera all the time

i hope its a story where its the computer in the tower that did it like we saw in the start but he's just messing around. he's just like hi uno!!! :) remember when ducklair made you i was there when you were born uno and he's like oh BROTHER this guy STINKS !

:// i know the computer literally said the evronians might be useful but like i saw computer wanting to use the spore hatchlings and i was so dissappointed. especially disappointed that he wants to shut uno down. i think. at least i assume its a computer hence the name silicon if it was silicon and it wasnt even a computer there was a guy in front of it i would be SO dissappointed but im pretty sure its the first ducklair sentient technology at this point

i have absolutely zero thoughts about this robot rhyno thing its just an important enough detail i have to bring it up. actualy i do have a thought and its look at him. he's so fucking stupid looking. neutral connotation ITS FUCKING DUE AGAIN? FUCK OFF DUE. i gaslighted myself into thinking we were gonna get a different computer but no. okay. alright

of all the villains to figure out donald's secret identity im so. two. of course. not that he's going to get it i dont know if they'd go that route but

im gonna be so real after his introduction issue i fulyl expected them to never use due again

this panel si so dramtic (i LOVE the rainbow windows) but out of context its just like TWO !!!! im so mad

i know its the 90s but i like how it was confirmed later in ducktales 2017 if due did launch donald like that it wouldn't have done anything as long as he thought about the triplets (or maybe uno in this case) hard enough. our bravest man on two worlds... (yes i know they're different donalds)

IM SO MAD donald just kinda handwaving away the duck avenger's inveolvement. they hate each other so much

im so mad the way he's just. at channel 00 news now. due and the evronians deserve to be fighting each other for a while i think

and that was silicon!! i enjoyed seeing more of uno but i was disappointed the computer turned out to be. due again. but maybe im just a little loser who always wants a new robot OOPS i miss lyla lay hopefulyl we see her next issue considering we're going back to channel 00. hoepfully she had a really good vacation while this was all giong on

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

Stepping Stones: Chapter 6

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” 

Raine gasps out the words between strides, careening through the snapdragons and flinging themself down beside Eda on the crest of their hill. They scan her face for any sign of irritation, but all they find is fond amusement.

“Meeting ran long?” she asks, pulling open the basket beside her and handing them a sandwich. Part of them wonders when she became someone who makes sandwiches, but the rest of them is far too ravenous to care, barely tasting the food as they cram it into their mouth and spray crumbs all over their shirt. It’s lucky, they reflect, that Eda is probably cares the least about manners out of everyone they know. 

“You could say that,” they sigh when the sandwich is demolished and the burning in their stomach is satiated. “Terra barged in after fifteen minutes.”

Eda groans. “Again?”

A sharp ache pounds at Raine’s temples, and they massage them, nodding. Back during their days as a coven head, Darius used to bug them constantly about how far they leaned into headaches as a symptom of the memory-altering potion Terra had been feeding them. Raine had always told him the same thing— headaches were the one symptom of altered memories they didn’t have to fake, because just the thought of Terra was enough to start one. 

Eda gently pulls Raine downwards, situating their head on her lap, and tenderly rubs their temples. “What did she want that made you—” she glances at her watch— “two hours late to our weekly dinner?”

Raine moans. They suspected it had to be a couple of hours, but it deeply irritates them to have it confirmed. “I’m so sorry, Eda. You must have been worried.”

“Rainestorm. It’s fine. What happened.”

“Oh, she tried to poison everyone.”

Eda snorts. “I don’t know why I’m surprised. Can’t we just lock her away already?”

“We don’t have the authority. No one on the Isles does, until—”

“—We hold an election,” Eda finishes, understanding dawning in her tone.

“Exactly. Once we got Terra subdued, that was the rest of the meeting. I really wanted to let you know I’d be late, but everyone just kept talking, there wasn’t even enough of a break to send a message.”

“I figured it was something like that. Did you finally figure out the details, at least?”

Raine nods. “Most of them. We want there to be five councillors, one for each region of the Isles: arms, legs, torso. The hope is that eventually we’ll have one councilor for each region, like Luz talks about, but right now…”

“…There are few enough qualified people that we need to take what we can get?”

“Uh-huh. Anyone who wants to can submit themselves as a candidate this week, and we’re thinking we’ll do a sort of rehearsal election that the end of the month where everyone votes on fifteen people to make it to actual candidacy. Then we’re thinking about four months of campaigning before the real deal.”

“That sounds well-thought-out,” Eda says. “I’m assuming Terra intends to apply?”

“Of course. But Darius does, too, so at least there’s that. Lilith tried to talk Steve into it, but he says once things are settled, he wants to ‘take some time to chill and figure out what Steve wants to do’.”

“A man after my own heart,” Eda says approvingly.

“What about you? Would you consider applying?”

Eda laughs so hard she knocks Raine off her lap. “Oh, that’s a good one,” she cackles, wiping her eyes as they sit up. “What about me makes you think I’m an authority figure in the making?”

“You have a good head on your shoulders, Eda. Better than most witches.”

Eda rips her head off and raises it above her shoulders. Raine sticks their tongue out at her. 

“I’m serious! Everyone on our committee joined a coven, let themselves become complacent with what Belos was doing at some point in their lives. You never once bought into it. You understand better than almost anyone what magic is supposed to be.”

Eda smiles, a little sadly. “Thanks, Rainestorm. But making up rules and telling people to follow them isn’t me, whether I believe in them or not. I have different ideas for how to leave my mark.”

There’s a note in her tone that makes Raine think that’s not just a throwaway line; she has a plan. They open their mouth to ask about it, but Eda cuts them off.

“You want to apply, though.”

Raine chokes, heat flooding their face as they fix their eyes on the flowers. “Wh-what?”

“Oh, come on. I know you. You have a million ideas for how to fix this place up. That’s all you’ve been talking about for two months.”

“Having ideas isn’t the same as being able to implement them.”

“And what would stop you from doing that?”

“Being a leader isn’t just about making laws, it’s about—“ Raine runs a hand through their hair— “it’s about making speeches and connecting with people and getting them to like you.”

“Name one person who doesn’t like you.”

“Terra.”

“Someone with a soul, Raine.”

“Okay. I’m good at talking to people I know. This is crowds of strangers, all the time. Strangers are scary, Eda!”

Eda smiles a little. “A very wise witch once said you can’t run from your fears forever. That’s why you have to get the jump on them, and—”

“—Punch them in the face. A wise witch who doesn’t think anyone they don’t know is scouring them for flaws every time they open their mouth.”

“Well, an even wiser witch, who does project their insecurities into the thoughts of people they don’t know but is good with people anyway, said not to give up so easily.” Eda reaches for Raine’s hands, weaving her fingers through theirs without breaking eye contact. “They probably need you more than you realize.”

Raine lets out a breath, their eyes falling shut.

The thing is: they want to believe her. They have three notebooks and counting crammed with ideas for how to improve the Isles, everything from education to justice to media. They’ve seen what it’s like from the bottom to the top, all the gold and all the rust, and they’ve spent their whole life trying to improve it. They don’t want to stop now. 

But after years of lying to the most ruthless witch in the realm to his face, days of holding that witch in their body, months of leading a rebellion and risking their life, watching people they love risk theirs— they still break out into a sweat at the idea of all those eyes on them. All those people scrutinizing their every choice, their every move. All those people they want to make everything right for, who they could never fail more badly. And beyond that…

“Do you think anyone would even take me seriously?”

Raine opens their eyes to find Eda’s face creasing in confusion. “What do you mean? You were the head of a coven—“

“The bard coven. You saw how many people dismissed that magic at Hexside, and I can tell you plenty of them did in the covens. What if people just see me as a performer? Someone who makes music, not laws?”

“Well, then this is the perfect opportunity to change their minds. To show them the leader of the Covens Against the Throne, the witch who held Belos in their body and forced him out, the witch who stomped Evil Emperor Jerk-Face into the ground.”

A smile tugs at Raine’s lips despite their best efforts. “Eda—“

“Raine. Do you want to run or not?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do. Take yourself out of other people’s heads for a second. Stop wondering if other people think you’re capable, or ready, or likable, or anything else. They’ll decide that during the election. You are the only person who can decide if you want to give them that chance. Do you?”

Raine closes their eyes and tries to find the place inside themself they went during their speeches on the streets of Bonesbourough, their strategy sessions with the CATTs, their final race to the emperor’s throne room. To find the witch they want to be, rather than the one they try to pull together for other people.

“Yes.”

The word is so quiet they barely even hear it, so quiet they’re not even sure it’s true. 

And then the palisman staff they took with them to the meeting and up the hill, the palisman staff that for the last month has sat wooden and unmoving no matter how many wishes they’ve spoken to it, shrinks and bends until it’s not a staff at all but a soft, beautiful fox, who runs up their arm and wraps around their neck. Raine lets out a delighted laugh as its tail tickles their nose, blinking back tears as they relax into a warmth they haven’t felt in decades.

“Hello, Fiddlesticks,” they whisper. “It’s nice to meet you.”

They look up to see Eda grinning, her expression conveying all the things she doesn’t have to say. 

...

When they get home a few hours later, it’s to find Eber already asleep and Darius and Hunter in their pajamas, bent over a sweater patterned with pink, purple, and blue stripes. “I think I sewed the right sleeve higher than the left,” Hunter is saying. 

Darius raises a finger, beginning to draw a glowing ring in the air. “That’s an easy fix—“

“No, wait! I want to show you how Camila does it. She has this thing called a seam ripper.” Hunter pulls a tiny but unnervingly sharp-looking hook from his pocket.

Raine smiles to themself. This is Hunter’s fourth night back on the Isles, and he’s been doing better each time. The first night, he didn’t sleep a wink, and Raine had to stay up with him teaching him how to play every instrument they had on hand to keep him from frantically pacing the house. The second night, they were able to get him to go to bed, and the third night, he actually slept all the way through. Looking at him now, he seems almost at ease. 

Almost being the key word. He still jumps when he hears Raine’s footsteps, but immediately relaxes when he sees that it’s them. Then his eyes land on Fiddlesticks, and he jumps up, knocking the sweater to the floor.

“Your palisman! They’re awake!”

Raine grins. “Their name is Fiddlesticks.” They scratch underneath Fiddlestick’s chin, and the palisman nuzzles their finger before racing down their arm to curl around Hunter’s leg.

Hunter bends down to pet them, his smile equal parts delighted and sad. When he looks up at Raine, they open their arms and cock their head, a silent question. Hunter nods and steps into the embrace, hugging Raine tightly. Darius pats him awkwardly on the back.

After a few seconds, Hunter steps back. “Thanks,” he mutters, then clears his throat. “I’m glad they’re up and around. And it looks like the lopsided legs aren’t giving them too much trouble.”

“None at all,” Raine promises as Fiddlesticks runs back to them and returns to staff form. 

“So I guess you finally figured out your wish.” Darius eyes Raine shrewdly. “It wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with all the talking we did about the election?”

“You already knew I wanted to run,” Raine realizes.

“I don’t know why you’re so surprised,” Darius groans. “Remember when you were so painfully and obviously in love with Eda, and she was so painfully and obviously in love with you, and you were the only person at Hexside who didn’t realize it? This is like that.”

Raine glances down to hide their blush. “Well, do you think it’s a good idea?”

“Don’t tell anyone I said this, but you are the only person considering candidacy who I could tolerate as a coworker. If you didn’t run, I would forge your paperwork and put it in for you.”

“That’s not… really the example we want to be setting.”

“Well, it’s not like anyone would ever know.”

Raine opens their mouth, debates the worthiness of replying, and turns to Hunter instead. “What about you? What do you think?”

They find themself tensing preemptively and realize that inexplicably, Hunter’s opinion might be the one that matters the most. 

Hunter takes a long moment to consider, then says, “as long as you don’t break up with Eda.”

Darius snorts and Raine chokes, putting a fist to their mouth in an attempt to cover their coughing fit. “Okay?”

“I mean—“ Hunter runs his hands along his face and through his hair. “Like, if the relationship isn’t working, that’s fine, but… okay. I think you’d make a great leader. You have great ideas, and it’s clear you really care about making people’s lives better. But you can also be a little intense about it. You’re willing to sacrifice a lot if you believe it’s justified. And that’s not bad right away, but it can… become bad. Eventually.”

As usual, the thought of Belos seems to drop the temperature in the room.

“But I don’t think that will be a problem if you have someone you love to keep you in check. It seems like Eda might be good at that.”

Eda, who refused to give up on Raine no matter how many times they pushed her away. Eda, who was willing to turn herself in to the Emperor’s Coven if it would keep her kids safe. Eda, who doesn’t want to be a leader, because she’s better at the small picture. Better at protecting the people she knows, the people she loves. Like Raine. 

They find themself smiling. “I don’t see myself ending things with her again any time soon.”

“And even if you do, you just have to keep letting people get close to you. It helps,” Hunter says, ducking his head.

Raine smiles at him. “You’re a wiser witch than any of us were at your age.”

“Thanks. It’s the trauma.”

“Hunter, I’m so sorry—“

“I know. We’ve been over this. Let’s just get you closer to making sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Raine turns to find Darius returning from a shelf by the door with a stack of papers as tall as his torso. “I brought them home just in case,” he explains. “Have at it.”

He drops them onto the table with a resounding stack, and now the papers are taller than Raine.

It’s going to be a long night.

[shanks42]

Shanks: The ancient prophecy of the missing millennia

Part 7 of the story. Straw hat finds shanks

Chapter 7: The Red haired Pirates alliance meets up

Whitebeard and his crew sat on the beach with the Red Haired pirates when Yassop yelled from a tree “I spotted the Straw Hats and Mihawk!!!They’re headed this way now”. “It’s about time, I hate to think what they are doing to Shanks right now” impatiently exclaimed Ace. Just at that moment, Luffy jumped off the ship screaming Ace’s name and jumped in his arms giving him a huge hug. “Ace, I missed you so much. How have you been? What have you been up to?” asked Luffly excitedly. “Honestly not much, but we can catch up later, we have more dire issues right now.” exclaimed Ace. 

At that moment they received a call on the transponder snail “I was wondering how long it would take you guys to get here and try to save Shanks. Don’t worry we will hand him over to you no struggle Bahahahaha” bellowed Blackbeard with Kaido being heard in the background. 

“Where is Shanks, Put him on now” yelled Luffy “I don’t think he will be able to answer right now, he’s a little preoccupied bahahahaha” laughed Kaido putting the phone near Shanks “Do it” said Kaido. “What is he tal-” “AAAAAAHHHHHHH GGGGUUUUUHHHHHH” bellowed Shanks in agony and pain. “SHANKS!!!!!!” Screamed everyone all at once after hearing a series of blows. 

“What did you do to him!!!” angrily exclaimed Luffy with Whitebeard fuming beside him. “Oh don’t worry, you will soon find out what we did to the Red Dragon Yonkou. Come and get your boy, we will be waiting bahahahahaha” click. “We need to go now. Hongo, Chopper, Luffy, Ace, Law, Robin and Nami come with me. The rest of you stay back and wait for us. Jinbe, Marco be ready in case anything happens. Yassop, Ussop be long range in case we need support fire” said Beckman “Right!!” yelled everyone as they took off towards the island on the Thousand Sunny.

They arrive at the dock with no problem and no sign of anyone nearby. “I don’t like this very much. It’s too quiet and where is everyone? " said Ace looking around at the scrap metal everywhere. “I have no idea but keep your eyes peeled for anything” cautiously exclaimed Nami feeling a bit uneasy. Just as they said that a black mass in the sky appeared and Kaido, and Blackbeard appeared holding a badly beaten Shanks covered in blood barely breathing from the looks of it by the throat. 

Everyone looked frozen in horror at the Beaten red haired Yonkou not believing what they saw. He had deep cups and holes all over his body, his shirt and shash were gone and every part of his upper body was badly bruised and cut up. His face was covered in fresh blood and they could hear the light wheezing coming from the red dragon. 

“SHANKS!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOO YOU CAN’T DIE!!!! NOT NOW!!!!” screamed Luffy and Ace at the same time “Bahahahaha, you can have him, but first a little magic trick with the God Devil Fruits bahahahaha” bellowed Blackbeard as Burgess showed up with 4 fruits glowing blue, white, black, gold and green. “What the hell are those?” said Beckman. Meanwhile everyone else watched from the ships not far and Whitebeard gasped at the sight of the fruits. “He can’t, They will tear him apart and kill him!!!” exclaimed Whitebeard.

They all watched in horror as Kaido held Shanks spread eagle in the air while Blackbeard put all 4 fruits up the man’s chest. Everyone watched as the fruits started to fuse themselves into the red haired man’s chest “What the…” said Luffy frozen in shock and fear. “AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH” was all they heard as a blood curdling scream ripped through the air sending chills through everyone. “SHANKS!!!” screamed Beckman and Luffy seeing as it came from him. Everyone looked up to see Shank’s head thrown back, jaw open in a silent scream, eyes rolled in the back of his head and body convulsing in pain as nothing came from his mouth.

[hours2hours]

THE HAWKINS PARADOX: CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Hold on, I’m going to get help.”

My arms hang loosely over the windowsill. A breeze blows through the plants but the sun is so warm the chill isn’t bothersome. No, what bothers me is the voice that comes after that line, the words that Mateo’s killer mumbles over and over. The mystery of it all could drive me mad. Could it be a clue, or just deranged ramblings? When dad showed the police I thought something would come of it. Days have passed since then and nothing. Maybe Annie and Joel are right about the cops out here, maybe they really don’t care.

The only way I could think of another lead is through Mateo himself, and the way he was acting before he disappeared. But recollecting those mundane days now feel like a red-hot stick of iron. Remembering feels like a memorial, like admitting he’s dead and gone forever, but I still have to try.

Mateo was away at a friend’s place for two days straight, but I knew it was a lie. Mateo never had friends in Matlock Beach, and almost as few back home. It wasn’t something I thought about much, just didn’t click with others like with family. He always seemed one step out of reality, took any chance to escape with his drawings and stories. When others went out to party he’d escape to the woods with nothing but his spirituality and a sketchbook. I think it scared a lot of people off, but he never seemed to mind. We had each other. He’d make me come outside and I’d be his connection to others. We were messed up but covered each others weaknesses, we were company and inspiration, brothers. 

The other sign was his state when he finally stumbled home one morning, one week before he disappeared. His hair and face were caked with dirt and grime, cargo pants torn at the knees, shirt ripped from the collar. He sat at the dinner table, I awaited an explanation, but he only stared through the window. I tried to tell him that Dad and I were worried, but he didn’t even seem to hear me. Mateo whipped out his sketchbook and scribbled with black pastels, mumbling some half-hearted excuse and a made up friend’s name. 

I didn’t want to push force an answer, because if something was wrong he would tell me. Mateo told me everything, first kisses, nightmares, dreams, to depressive thoughts he still had.

Or maybe I just needed an excuse not to ask.

“What're you drawing?” I eventually asked. “New cave-dwelling monster?” He stared laser-focused at the page and didn’t answer, not so subtly shifting his arm to block the image. 

As time went on and I assured our father he was alive, Mateo eventually pulled out a pencil and began writing. Sometimes he would scribble little notes or stories when the idea struck. But he just kept going, on and on and on. When I stood to ready myself for school, he’d almost filled the page with writing.

Five quick knocks pop my focus like a bubble. I sigh quietly and wipe my eyes, exiting my room for the first time today.

After carefully fixing my hair, I prepare myself to wave away the missionary or salesperson. Instead, I’m face to face with Joel, who carries a cup of coffee and a forced smile. It’s hard to say if it’s the slight tilt to his right, the fading bruises, or slight redness to the eyes that tips me off. But something’s wrong, something new.

“Brought you a coffee,” he holds out a grey cup from the Cafe, “Double-double right?”

I take the cup and thank him, surprised he remembers how I like it.

“Sorry I didn’t text first just…” He trails off. “Just wanted to see if you felt like hangin’ today.”

“Yeah,” I smile. “That sounds great, you wanna come in?”

“Actually, I was hopin’ to get you out of that room. It’s been a few days.”

A deep sinking feeling fills my stomach, the same one that plagued me back when Mom died. “Old habits are a bitch. Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

After a quick change out of sweatpants and two full minutes managing my mess of hair, I decide the wind will mess it up anyway. I double, then triple check the locks, biding my time before I have to leave to the outside world.

But then I see Joel waiting for me, a genuine smile through all that stifled pain, and suddenly it’s easy. “I’ve got a place I bet even you haven’t found.”

“That’d be impressive,” Joel answers. 

We make our way out of town, walking along the ditch into sunflower fields. We’re out of town limits now, out the West side this time. This area has few crop fields surrounded by dense woods abuzz with insect life. Even at the side of the road the bugs are everywhere; the honeybees working hard accompanied by butterflies, grasshoppers, crickets and spiders. Joel distances himself from the wall of flowers, walks in the very middle of the road. The instinct against things that buzz is understandable. I myself couldn’t stand the things for most of my life until I stopped to observe. “Hey, check this out,” I allow a centipede to crawl between my fingers, tickling me with its tiny legs.

He takes a moment to focus, then steps back. “Get that demon away from me.”

“It won’t bite, c’mon.”

“I heard those things spray cyanide.” He shivers.

“Maybe if you give the little guy a chance, he’ll spare you.” Just as I’m about to put it back, Joel takes a hesitant step towards me. “Happy?”

“Very,” I smile. Joel snickers.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re so damn weird, man.” He smiles and walks closer to me again. 

“I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“Good, ‘cause it is.”

We’re approaching the point where the fields end and forest begins, so I hang a right down a dirt path between flowers and woods.

“Still haven’t told me where we’re going,” Joel kicks a rock into the trees.

“It’s something I’ve been meaning to show you. Trust me you’ll like it.” At least I hope he does. “Mateo and I found this spot after we moved here, before I met you guys.” Joel doesn’t say anything. Soon the sun hides beneath the canopy of trees, sunlight only penetrating the gaps. Joel catches me lingering though, and stops as I gaze through the spaces in the trees. “What’re you lookin’ at bud?” 

“Nothing,” I reply instantly. 

“Been staring at nothin’ a lot lately. You sure?”

“Well are you seeing anything? Cause the ‘quiet kid’ finally snapping seems more reasonable.” 

“No, but…”

“But what?”

Joel bites his lip. “Everytime you’re seeing things, I’ve been hearin’ odd noises. A creaking that gives me chills.”

“It’s not just the trees?”

“That’s the thing. I’ve heard creaky old trees all my life, but they sound nothin’ like this. I dunno. At least you’re not the only one losing it.”

A long pause, and I think I hear what he’s talking about. A squeaky tree? Maybe. But when wind flows through, the sound comes after like an echo. We continue.

Joel stands close to avoid scratching himself on the branches, so much so our bodies are nearly touching. An arm grazes here and our hands skim each other’s unexpectedly. “Hope you’re not taking those mumblings to heart. They’re all brainless, and in a few weeks we won’t have to see ‘em ever again.”

“I’ll try not to take it to heart.”

“‘Cause anyone who gets to know ya knows how kind, and creative, and funny you really are. It’s their loss.” 

Thank’s Joel,” I reply. 

If something’s wrong, would Joel tell me? In the year I’ve known him he's never come to me about serious matters, for a while I figured it was the casual relationship we had. But now we’re investigating a killer with connections to both of us, we were nearly busted for drugs, broke into a restaurant, and it still feels like he’s keeping things from me. Then again, I didn’t exactly ask. Maybe if I hadn’t been so afraid to check up on my brother he’d have told me, then I could have done something to prevent this mess.

“So… shit’s been crazy huh?” I blurt. Normally I’d plan a conversation like this, and this is why. “How have you been holding up?” “Ehh,” He mumbles, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

“I hope you know you can talk to me about stuff, if you want I mean. I’m not the best at advice, but I’m a pretty good listener. I’m really glad I met you, otherwise I’d really have no one right now. And if we’re gonna be friends, I want us to talk about the real stuff, I wanna help if I can.”

“The same goes for you.” Joel snickers and looks me in the face. “You’re a good friend, too good for a guy like me.”

“Wrong,” I chuckle.

He pauses, gust of wind blowing shaggy brown hair into his face. “Alright, caught me. Parents kicked me out, took my phone, it’s why I didn’t text first.”

“What happened?

“They got a few emails, ‘bout how I’m failing classes, among other stuff. It’s nothin’ I don’t already have coming.”

“So they just kick you out for the day when they’re mad?” I ask.

“Yeah, you know. The ol’ ‘Go spend the day outdoors because we can’t stand to look at ya’ Schtick. It’s the only way Mom can deal with me nowadays.” My hands fumble around the sides of my pants, feeling for the lone cigarette I had left in them, but no dice on the lighter. Luckily Joel hands me one, then takes it back to light a joint.

Joel sighs, stepping over the emerging roots of an oak tree. “I’m just a screw up. Everyone knows it.”

“Well, you’re there when I need you, and Annie, and Otto.” I take another drag and look away into the trees. “I’d have no one if I didn’t have you right now. I might have lost my mind a lot sooner if you didn’t have my back. So don’t say you’re a screw up, okay?”

“You’d have Annie at least.”

“I only met her because you thought I needed more friends. That was an awesome thing for you to do.”

“I guess.”

“And I like hanging out with you. You’re the only one in the world who I can ramble to about neutron stars or black holes over the phone at two am.”

“Even though I fell asleep last time.”

“You stayed awake for me even when you were gonna pass out. That’s what a good friend does.”

My eyes find his, and they’re just as red as before. He smiles sadly and moves just a little closer to me. After a moment of silence, he whispers, “thanks”.

We arrive at a dead tree on the right side of the path. It’s branches stick out like daggers, bringing me back to the day we found it. It was summer of last year, about a month after moving to Matlock. Mateo and I had been trying to get away from the house because Dad was throwing a fit. He had caught me smoking and flipped out, saying some hurtful things in the name of helping me. Mateo told him off, but I’d already locked myself away for the remainder of the night. Unlike Joel’s family, our parents always sent us to our rooms when they couldn’t deal with us. Until Mateo appeared, tapping on the glass of my bedroom window. We snuck out to kill some time in the great outdoors. He was quite the nature lover, so he took me to the woods where we explored for a few hours. When we found the tree I couldn’t shake its significance. The dead oak felt like an arrow pointing to something no one has found before, and to pur mutual shock, it was.

Joel and I push through sticks and leaves that scratch our faces. Since we’ve gone off-path, we need to walk single-file. It’s a short walk before we arrive, but I still think about bringing up what happened at school the other day. We talked a little with Annie while she dodged detention, but it didn’t really do anything for our investigation. If anything it would point more evidence to Wendy, which doesn’t really help us right now. All we know is that whoever messed up Joel’s car was thinking ahead, which is more than Joel thinks Wendy is capable of. Until we get any other leads it looks like we hit a dead end, and bringing that up now doesn’t seem helpful.

So I make sure to emerge first so I can see Joel’s face as he sees it for the first time. I find it difficult to rely on people’s words to know if they appreciate something the way I do, so many people act polite. But it’s all there in the way Joel’s face lights up in awe. Right in front of us is a deep lake with large and small rocks across the shore, but the rest of the clearing is tall grass flattened by months of private hangouts and smoke sessions away from home. The area is about twenty feet in diameter, and everything about it is perfect. It’s the spot where Mateo and I would come to drink coffee and talk about what was bothering him that day, it’s where I would come to have alone time on the bad days. It’s where I spend my time when I need to draw and be alone, but I know I can trust Joel with it. In a way, it’s a bit more personal than showing him my room.

“What do you think?” I ask.

Joel gazes up into the clear blue sky, at the pine and oak trees that tower over our heads. “It’s like I walked into one of your paintings.”

The current is slow and inviting today, a fantastic spot to sit and study or draw. I quickly find myself at its side to hide my hot face. Joel takes his overshirt off and spreads it out over the grass. He takes a smooth rock and skips it across the water. He smirks at me but there’s something else to his expression, like a bit of pride mixed with embarrassment.

“Saw some woods like those in one of your paintings, with your brother. You take him here too?” He asks. 

I douse the embers on my shoe and place the butt in my pocket. “We found it together, actually. I thought the trees were pointing to something, and they were.” I only realize how insane the sentence sounds after it's said out loud.

“Maybe the forest wanted you to find it,” He says with only a sliver of irony.

“You don’t strike me as a spiritual type.”

“Hell no,” He pauses with another rock in hand ready to throw, but doesn’t. “Why, are you?”

“Religious you mean?”

“Yeah, all that crap.”

“Sort of,” I answer truthfully. “My father held respect for the dead, he builds shrines for my Mother and other family we’ve lost. I don’t believe in it I guess, but it helps me feel close to her, so I understand it.”

“Sorry Miles, I didn’t mean to sound like a total ass just now.”

“From your experience I don’t blame you. The fact that our universe exists at all is pretty much as unexplainable as it gets. Some higher power doesn’t seem so impossible.”

Joel jumps up, stretching his back when I know a bug just landed on him. “‘Nuff of that. I see somethin’ over thataway and I’d like to check it out.” 

“Perfect, that was our next stop actually.” About ten meters south stands an elm tree rising far into the sky. It’s base about five feet in width with branches spiraling around. An old bench circles the bottom, swallowed by centuries of growth. It sits in the perfect spot, surrounded by lush green yet shaded and cool.

Joel stares above at the canopy above our heads and steps up the bench. “Seems you’re not the only one who enjoyed it.” He says, hopping down and taking a seat. 

“C’mon,” I take Joel’s wrist in my hand and pull him off the bench, “There’s more.” I guide him to the rear side of the tree, back in the deep of the woods. Several meters away sits a heap of rotten wood, blanketed under dirt and moss.

“I think this was a house at some point, but I have no idea what happened to it. Mateo and I sometimes made up stories.”

“You should tell me your stories.”

“Maybe another time.”

Joel follows to the rear end of the rubble, testing the unstable ground with my feet. Sweeping away leaves with my feet reveals a grey trap door.

“Don’t tell me-”

“It isn’t a sex dungeon.”

He nudges me with an elbow, “So artsy, yet you lack imagination.”

Butterflies shoot through my body where we touched, I try not to let it show. “I’ve actually never been inside. Mateo checked it out once, turns out it’s full of dead things and maggots.”

Joel swallows hard, visible dread crossing his face. “Maybe just a peek…?”

Suppressing the urge to heed Mateo’s words, I place my fingers into the dirt and lift with my legs. The door is heavier than I’d expect, or sealed tightly. Joel shines a light into the murky basement, walls lined with rotten shelves, rat droppings, and of course, lots of bugs. Joel shudders, yet seems delighted at the find. He begins to dust himself off, but he spots something that silences him down to the breath. Joel illuminates a crawlspace in the far corner, leading into a long dark hallway extending beyond the light. Looking deeper, almost mesmerized by the darkness, two points of white light appear. I shoot up from the ground and slam the door shut. Joel eyes me questioningly.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say.

Joel zips his lips shut, heading back towards the main clearing. He dusts off the bench around the elm tree and takes a seat, I sit next to him.

“Thanks for showin’ me this,” He says. His tone changed since he arrived at my house, subtle, but there’s a little more life in it.

“I’m glad I could finally show someone. Do you want to leave? I know the bugs freak you out.”

He taps my knee with his palm, smiles, “This time, I think I’ll tough it out.”

***

It’s getting late by the time Joel and I are heading back, I can’t help but hope he leaves feeling better than when he came. The sun is hanging low over fields blowing softly. Though the forest is long behind our backs, I find myself staring back, at the silhouette of trees against pink sky. The stars peeking through seem so eerily like eyes.

At some point Joel switched on music, by the time we reach sunflower fields Joel’s playing air guitar, I join in with the drums. “God, when are we starting a band bro?”

“Unfortunately I have zero musical skills whatsoever. In another lifetime maybe.” Things continue this way until we reach my house again. “I don’t suppose you wanna come in again?”

“Thanks Miles, but I’m ‘sposed to meet with Ruby soon, figure out this family mess.” Joel smiles warmly. “But thanks for today. I really needed it.”

At the door I turn to him, “I hope you figure things out soon. Let me know if you need a place to crash, or if you wanna lose at more videogames.” 

Joel pats me on the shoulder, “I will. Night man.”

The door shuts to a quiet house, as it will stay for another endless night.

[enchanted1waters]

intoxicate me

steve harrington x femreader

mostly teasing, underage use of intoxication, sexual content if you squint, if ya ask ill do a pt 2....

It was 1984, of course everyone had decided they wanted to show up at "king Steve's" party. Me being the lovely Munson I am, knows when and how to cut a deal. Especially how to make sure the customer keeps coming back. Little did I know this customer in particular wasn't gonna become addicted with this kind of drug.

usually I walk out of my double wide with a cigarette between my lips, gold between the other pair, curled and fresh waves of brown hair. Ripped jeans, a scandalous t-shirt for a woman in these times, smudged eyeshadow that just looked too good fucked up to fix.

Tonight was different. My "lovely" brother was sick. Laid out on the fold out couch.

~flash back to earlier this morning~

"HEYYYYYY," a grumbly, sick as a bitch voice had woken me up from my pantless, sprawled out, hungover mess of a self slumber. As the voice sounded again except whinier from the other room, I realized I would have to actually get up. Groaning and dragging my hand down my face as the sun beamed through my blinds. I drug myself out of bed, carefully avoiding the records and band shit on the floor as I pulled on a pair of shorts.

I swung open the door, "What the hell do you want, Eds?" His miserable looking face turned into a mischievous shit faced grin. "Oh look at my sweet, loving, caring, loyal sister I just love soooo-"

I rolled my eyes, "yeah, cut the shit we both know we would sell each other for a one night stand with slash, Get to it." He nodded in agreement, "should've left out the loyal huh? Anyways, I need you to do me a favor."

I pushed my hand through my hair as I crossed my arms, "what kind, you know I'm planning on getting shit faced in my hippie van later, ALONE. Listening to my lovely records, not having to work tomorrow at the music shop. So unless-"

Eddie quickly cut me off, "There's a party tonight, I was supposed to supply the new macho man in town with a couple grams and a keg. Clearly I'm not gonna be able to do that."

I sighed and pinched thebridge of my nose, "Eddie HUNNY, get to it. I get it, you wanna set the new meat up with something, what's so special about this deal, you can easily screw around and get twice what it's worth from a cheerleader."

"SHUSH VI, damn. Chill, anyways like I was saying." He pushes his curl out of his face and behind his ear. "It's Harrington's place, and I know you enjoy tormenting him and his jock strap friends. So, this customer in particular is the perfect way to do it. Plus you get to do whatever kind of evil bidding your evil ass wants to."

I raise an eyebrow, "I do love parties, and I do love causing chaos in the square's life." I pause for a moment, "this all seems a little too good for me and not enough for you. Don't bullshit me Ed, I'll cut your hair in your sleep if I find out your signing me up for some dumb shit." He immediately grapes his curls, "ouuuu if I wasn't sick RightNow I would cut the strings on your bass. As for the benefit on my side, time will tell."

I squint my eyes and smirk, "deal."

So as fate would have it, I pulled out of the driveway with my van filled with a keg, 4 grams and a devilish smile.

~Steve's Pov~

I knew most of the people who had showed up, from it to the easyer bunny, they were all here. I had decided to dress up as Danny from grease, I had the hair already. The black muscle shirt, tight black pants and belt, cigarette behind the ear. It was simple but effective. My night was gonna go completely normal, that was until I met my maker.

~Violet's pov~

Pulling up making sure to park in the grass to piss the spoon fed owner off, as well as make sure no one scratches my shit when driving off shit faced. It also made it easier to open the back as a curly headed, (macho man as my brother had described) walked up with swagger, the asshole radiating off of him. I hated to admit it, but as the stranger with tan defined abs with a leather jacket, took a puff from his cigarette. I felt a flutter in my stomach I'd rather choose to ignore.

"and you are?" I ask as I slowly walk up to him, taking the cigarette out of this mouth with my deep red nail covered fingers, suggestively wrapping my plump velvet lips around the cig. Maintaining eye contact as I do so, I know I just entered the game to play out of boredom in hopes of stirring some fun, little did I know what it withheld.

Continuing the tension filled stare, he licked his bottom lip. "Hopefully the bastard who takes you home tonight, babe. My name is Billy. And who do I owe the pleasure?" I smile flicking the cancer filled stick to the ground before stepping on it with my black heeled boots.

"The bitch with the good shit." I open my van back doors to reveal the goods he was looking to be supplied with. I looked back leaning on the door, "think you can help a "babe" out? Go on, Help yourself big boy." He hummed delightfully at the que to grab the keg and grams.

as I passed him I lightly touched his leather covered jacket, I leaned into his ear. "Leave the money in the glove box, and don't think twice about touching anything. Save your pretty hands for the other"babes" inside, I'm sure they're just Dying to be touched."

At that, I walk pass the mindless men who were clearly watching and waiting for the macho barbie to snag another chick.

~Steve's pov~

As the alcohol starts to set in and the music blares a motley crue song, I assume I'm hallucinating at the sight I see at the door. I take a double glance, completely zoning out from my conversation and my eyes find their target.

Starting from the leather and spiked black heeled boots, with red nailed feet sticking out at the bottom, my eyes tracked fast up the smooth fish net ripped legs, to the leather skirt, a slit revealing a tan thigh, begging for my mouth. Her waist dipping in before going back out. I swallow hard as my eyes find a fish netted top, ripped in several places, a bright red lacey bra with perfect fucking tits almost spilling out. I could see her chest rising everytime her lungs filled with air. Suddenly my eyes darted to her red nails, my body craving them dug into my back. My vision then darted to the chocker, causing me clench my jaw at the filthy that flooded my mind. Then the hair, the perfectly curled and teased hair. My hands begging to grab for, then there was those sinful, daring eyes. God damn I could feel myself being sucked in. Then her lips, deep red begging to be smeared. A devilish smirk pulled at them. She was a damn siren, and I had already heard her song.

~violet's pov~

As I walked into the house, music swam through the air, the smell and taste of bad decision landing on my tongue. Then my eyes locked on one of my favorite targets, I swayes my hips slightly as I strode over to the area he was in. I knew he looked insanely good, something I hate about the bastard. The way his arms flexed from a slight movement, the way they looked in his muscle tee. The way his hair flowed like honey, his eyes like a sweet candy all so tempting, his scent fresh yet inviting. A mix between man and beast. The sweat shining the slight chest hair from the deep v-cut. The way he continued to look over me although I was taller than some girls.

so, I strode past him. Paying him no mind I found myself a mysterious punch I was praying contained some type of cancer causing liquid. I dipped a cup in and licked from the bottom up to clean the spilt drops making sure not to waste as I held a intense stare with Harrington. I watched his jaw clench and him blink as his friends started to shake him. Asking him if he even listened to a word they were saying. Another wicked smirk pulled at my lips. Not that I tried to conceal it, it was all too fun to cause the dick to fluster.

~Steve's pov an hour later in the bathroom~

I sat on the counter as my best friend paced back and forth. "I jus don't understand how I can even be attracted to her, I mean shes the COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF NANCY. She smokes, she plays bass, sings, parties, skips class, deals, SHE EVEN SET THE NEW ASSHOLE UP WHO KEEPS TRYING TO WIN THIS POPULARITY THING OVER ME, she wears eyeliner and dark clothing. has a van, I mean shit." I anxiously smoothed my hair.

"Steve, Steve, STEVE!" Robin yelled cutting me off, tonight was supposed to be a no robin advice night. Where we don't bother each other and just have a good time instead it came to me trying to calm down after 50 minutes of being flustered from just eye contact. "I'm not saying it's a good thing, but it's also not a bad thing. Sure you had a type with the goody two shoes, weird corruption kink going on for a while."

"ew Rob, don't say it like that." She rolls her eyes, "right cause I like it any better, if it weren't for Vickie I would be slobbering, begging just for that women to step on me. Luckily I'm in love, but anyways besides the point, it's normal to have multiple types. Admit you like being pushed around some times, new adventures. You're the one everyone calls King Steve, so as much as I hate to say it. Act like it. Get some confidence Steve."

I took a deep breath and released it. we nodded as I hopped off the counter. As I walked back into main room, I scanned the room trying not to break my jaw by how hard I clench it at the sight of Violet bent over acting as though she was getting fucked by another girl, apparently hinting at the couple who just went upstairs. She started to laugh at the way her friends seemed to topple over or blush at the sight.

I needed water, THEN ILL TRY.

~Violet's pov~

After a couple shots, I heard a couple yells about truth or dare. So me being the person I am, followed my friend over to the circle. There I found Robin Buckley, The macho barbie, some dick heads, some girls, Jonathan byers who looked like he hated it here, Nancy wheeler who had clearly dragged him there, and never the less Steve harrington.

as it continued they spun a bottle to land on someone to choose. Then suddenly it landed on me,Tommy the dick head asking. "Truth or dare Munson, or should I say SIXX for the evening." I scoff at the fact he actually knew who I was dressed up as, "Dare, and Whatever isn't your wet dream." He makes that sick smile, as he walks slowly between Billy and Steve. "I dare you to kiss both kings for 5 seconds each, and tell the crowd who's the best kisser. Munson." His smile dropping as Billy's raises, Steve's look has changed from in a trance to a new strong emotion behind his eyes. His pupils dilating.

"Since you confirmed your fetish for Nikki SIXX,"I laugh throwing my head back, "I'm game, that is as long as the boy toy's ego can handle it.

Everyone's eyes drift to the two men. They nod, Billy smiling like a psycho licking his bottom lip like something dripped from his chin, "my pleasure to show what you can have." At that Steve's eyes narrow. Almost looking as if he was angry.

I roll my eyes as I walk over to Billy. He wraps a strong arm around my waist before jolting me closer to him, hoping to see me flinch. I hold eye contact. "Remember, he dared a kiss, not a groping session." With that he laughed, I quickly cut him off by grabbing the collar of his jacket and pulling him to meet my mouth in a power hungry kiss."5!" The crowd yelled. His animal like behavior increased As I bit his bottom lip causing a low groan from him into my mouth, tightening his grip on my waist. Next thing I knew the count was over.

"Oh king Steve, your turn with the slut." Tommy said. Steve immediately grabbed his collar, "the fuck did you say?" Tongue poking in my cheek, as I walked over "Steve it's fine, let it go." Steve looked at me, this was the first time I couldn't read him, he had looked like he was going to rip the guys head off, but then as his eyes found mine, he had something different in his eyes, his eyes almost softened, it had to of been the drink I had, right?

~Steve's pov~

I didn't even catch myself feeling angry, it was like I saw them kiss, then I heard the dick say shit about her after HE DARED HER, and he is constantly sleeping around. Next thing I knew my body reacted, anger from both incidents. My nostrils flared, my lip curled, and my chest heaved. Begging for him to say it again so I could smash his head in. That's when I heard her voice. "Steve it's fine, let it go." When my eyes found her's it's like I had completely been hypnotized. She had just called me by my actual name, rather than random yet creative insults she's been throwing for years. She didn't look like she normally did, her eyes weren't challenging, there wasn't a smirk. There was compassion in her eyes, and a soft 'its gonna be okay' smile. Then I felt a push, and I was on the floor. Tommy then caught me by for surprise giving a good right hook or two to my eye.

Suddenly he was pulled back by his hair, "Act like a bitch, get thrown out like a bitch. Bad. Fucking. Dog." She said as she kicked his back with her heel. "Get the fuck up." She said as she dragged him, him halfway crawling outside through the door. I saw people following, I did as well. Not even feeling the blood run down my face.

This sight shouldn't have made my south twitch, but fuck was she mean. My eyes found a whining Tommy, face pushed down in the grass, her boot on the side of his face, his arm turned behind him as she slowly pulled it back more. "Don't you EVER fucking touch another person at this party, whether it a girl or a guy. And listen here you're the fucking slut, begging for someone to take your two inches for a ride every night, maybe try to the Collums with your daddy's money next time. Not picking on people here, kay? Now I'm gonna go inside, and I'm gonna get shit faced, the second you step foot in there again," she pulls back on the arm again, "This won't be the only weak, small, thin thing I break." She says pushing his head farther into the ground.

And with a sigh, she throws down his arm and pushes past the crowd. Everyone silent, "The keg still have something in it?" People nodded, "well how about we let Billy here try it, hmm?" They all immediately started to cheering. Billy rolling his eyes at her before heading inside to the challenge.

She started to pull out a cig before she saw my eye, "Oh my god, Steve." She immediately started towards me, assessing my wound. "Jesus, I'm sorry you didn't have to do that, you're such a dumbass." She half smiled, "no I didn't, clearly. But I didn't even realize I was doing it." "Sounds like a drunk husband says to his wife after he cheats. Now stop bullshitting your reasoning, let's go out some ice on this. 'kay?" I nod at her command.

Then she grabbed my hand. Her leather finger gloves, her dainty, red painted fingers interlocking with mine. Then I started to feel the butterflies in my stomach, I once felt with Nance. I was a little boy all over again. Big crush. God help me.

Thanks for reading!!

[woozyhere]

Something about Jamie Lee Curtis' tits always got him sweating. At least that's what he'd told Tatum as a joke, flinching immediately after just in case she swung out to smack him for his comments. In reality, the AC unit in the house was just on the fritz and he was a growing boy! Maybe he was a bit too hot from the blanket they'd had over them while watching their flick, or maybe he was sweating over her being in his lap the whole time, who knows.

What he did know was he needed a shower desperately, and Tatum had been over enough times to know his place inside and out. He excuses himself to shower - takes a full twenty minutes before he actually goes to shower because he's decided that a shower would feel phenomenally better after a couple of bong rips, and then makes his way to the bathroom with a parting kiss to Tatum's forehead.

He's totally zoned out, singing to himself quietly when the pounding on the door pulls him out of it. He parts his lips to respond, but she's yelling again and this time it sounds a little more frantic - angry. Stu shuts the shower off quickly, only a small drip of panic setting in. The only time he expected to hear this level of panic from her was later - much later. When Billy was around. When they followed through with their plan. A chill runs through him - maybe Billy changed his mind and decided to re-arrange the scene schedule.

Wrapping a towel around his waist and nearly slipping on the wet floor when he steps out, Stu throws the door to the bathroom open quickly, dripping wet and towel clinging for dear life around his hips. "What, babe!?" He barks the words, maybe a little more aggressive than intended, but he's in panic mode and he's already reached out to grab her shoulders, looking behind her frantically for any sign of Billy. Seeing the coast is relatively clear, Stu leans back a little to catch her eye - but she's damn mad and she's got something in her hand.

She has the vocoder in her hand.

His heart skips a beat physically in fear - the stuttered pounding makes him drop one hand off her shoulder to place open-palmed on his chest above his heart. The air punches from his lungs, the exhale shaking and anxious. He'll play it off as relief that she's safe and well, and not the panic attack edging him. "Fuck, babe. You scared the shit outta me. Thought there was an emergency." He side-steps past her, making his way toward his room - his face falls into a fearful frown the second his back is turned to her, mouthing curses to himself silently as he walks briskly.

Entering his room to see sweaters thrown about, the black fabric to the side and open floorboard makes him hold his breath - but he pretends not to notice right away, only forcing a playful laugh and stepping over some of his sweaters. "Whatcha got, anyway? What is that?" He glances over his shoulder and then to her hand where she holds the voice modulator, bright and curious smile on his face despite the fact it's forced with everything in him.

"And what the Hell happened in here? Atomic Tatum bomb went off in here with my sweaters, or what?" Another chuckle, and he turns back around to dig through his dresser for sweats and a t-shirt. He doesn't dress quite yet - his mind is reeling. He takes his time to look through clothes. He comes up with fifty different options to avoid this whole situation or manipulate it to his advantage. Stu settles on a couple in particular: seduce her, fuck her, clean up when she falls asleep and find a new hiding spot so he can gaslight her in the morning, or straight up kill her himself.

Swallowing hard, Stu finally turns around, playing fingertips at the edge of his towel at his hips. "You coulda joined me in the shower, you know. If you were cold, baby. Want me to warm you up now?" Cue sly smirk, quirked brow, flirting... a distraction from the obvious shit-storm that is most likely to come his way with Tatum's discovery.

Plotted starter for @woozyhere

It all started with a harmless hang out, in which Tatum was expecting to have to sit through whatever horror flick, it was the same old recycled crap to her. Some gore, and tits. There were a few movies she could get on board with, but they had to have a certain interesting storyline to it. Besides her complaining, she'd still happily oblige and watch them though-that is if nothing else peaked or stole her interest over the television.

As soon as Tatum was left alone for Stu to pop in the shower, she headed of into Stu's bedroom for an extra layer of warmth, having knowing the layout of Stu's house like the back of her hand, she could have walked there blindfolded. Nose scrunching up as she flicked through the options she had, getting wound up simply because they all would clash with her outfit. And if that didn't wind her up, the floorboard she hit her foot on was bound to do the trick, cursing to herself in discomfort.

It caught her attention at least, crouching down to analyse the pesky floorboard herself, too curious for her own good. Huh? Seemed pretty loose to her, like it was lifted up and placed down on multiple occasions. So, that was exactly what she did. Turning it over, black material being the first thing she could make out, lifting it up and out of the way. Seeming to be some kind of cloak. That's when she came face to face with the mask staring right back at her, leaving the blonde playfully rolling her eyes with a scoff. That was Stu alright. Having some kind of replica outfit, probably for some fun, she noticed some of the guys in school had the same. Oh well, Tatum truly didn't mind, or care.........As long as he kept the thing away from Sidney.

But something wasn't adding up to her, Stu was shameless, he wouldn't just hide something he would find absolutely hilarious to show off. That's what she gathered from him anyway. That's when her hand came back under the floorboard, in hopes to find something else. Pretty confident of her; to rummage through a teenage boys secret hiding area. Was that....? Was that some kind of monitor?

Which brings her to present time, kneeled at Stu's closet, his sweaters, jackets, anything of the like sprawled and scattered around her stuck frozen figure. The mask and voice changer in hand as she stared at the broken into floorboard. It daunted on her that this was not one of Stu's sick jokes. Christ, there was a gun, hidden no less, which made it all incredibly suspicious. Did she want to cry? Run home in terror? Give Stu a good back hander? She was, for once in her life, unsure of her own decisions. Stu couldn't, no. Sure he was incredibly insensitive but she defended him everytime in that he never means any harm from his annoying, yet to some extent mundane shenanigans.

Before she could even control or put her thoughts together, she found herself getting up to her feet, blinking back any unknown tears and swallowing the lump in her throat. Simply unaware she had started getting emotional, storming to the bathroom in which she heard the shower run, pounding on the door, the voice changer in the other hand. "Stu! Hurry up and get your ass out here. Now!" Her tone coming out as sharp snaps, regardless of the now spiked and heightened adrenaline and fear. This felt like an utter nightmare, unfortunately for her, this boiled her blood, and she had trouble keeping her temper in check, especially when a certain special brunette was no doubt affected by it. "I swear to God Stu, cut that shower short before I break open the door myself."

[sister-lucifer]

Invisible Man

Ghost!Idia x Male Reader 

Reader uses he/him and has a penis 

Summary: A drabble about how ghost Idia would treat his unwanted guest 

Content/warnings: ghost fucking ig, dub con/non con elements, Idia being a creep

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Idia had done everything in his power to keep this house from being sold. He had managed to scare out every human who so much as took a step in, so how to the hell did YOU manage to buy the place?

He was fuming. Absolutely livid. So mad that the lights would flicker when he stomped by. 

But then he saw you. 

If he had a heart, it would be fluttering. If he had blood, his face would be bright red.  The moment he laid eyes on you the entire house filled with an icy chill, one that you promptly brushed off as a draft. 

How desperately he wanted this human. How suddenly he realized that being all alone for this long had really gotten to him. How pent up he suddenly felt. 

But he couldn’t just go up and talk to you. You’d be terrified! You’d leave and never come back, just like everyone else!

But he didn’t need to. 

It would start small: Clothes going missing, doors opening or closing on their own, waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and not knowing why. All things that could be rationally explained. Nothing to be concerned about. 

Then it started getting worse. You were sure you fell asleep on the couch, how did you wind up in bed? 

Did you really feel hands on your hips, or did you imagine that?

And if you did, did you imagine feeling someone laying in bed next to you as well? 

You really started panicking when you found out where all your missing clothes had been going. By total chance you stumbled upon a secret compartment in the wall only Idia knew about. You were at first intrigued, but that curiosity turned to horror when you opened it and countless pairs of your underwear fell out(and some of them were definitely sticky). 

Idia couldn’t help but laugh to himself as you shrieked and stumbled back in a panic, almost as if you’d been burned, and promptly fell flat on your ass. You scrambled away quickly, running to your room and locking the door. Good thing Idia wasn’t at all inhibited by solid barriers. 

He watched as you frantically dialed your friend, practically screaming into the phone. When you finally finished and stopped hyperventilating, they advised you to look to the police. Unfortunately, this idea didn’t sit well with you. There was no sign of a break in, and without definitive proof of an intruder, what could they do? Nonetheless you told them you’d think about it, but in reality you had no intention of doing so. 

On top of that, you didn’t want to lose this house. It was expensive although completely worth the price, but you didn’t have enough money to buy another house and no one to stay with. Remaining was your only choice. 

For Idia this was a godsend. For you it was a one way ticket to Hell.

Day after day he only got braver. Day after day it only became more and more obvious that you weren’t alone, and as much as you didn’t want to submit to the childish idea of ghosts, you had no other option. 

How else could you explain the tugging on your pants and shirt when there clearly wasn’t anyone there? 

How else could you explain having the blankets ripped off of you in the middle of the night? 

How else could you explain the touches and gropes and grabs from invisible hands? 

The more apparent it became that you weren’t going anywhere, the bolder Idia got. For a long while the worst he did was the occasional grab to your bulge, maybe even a small spank, but he soon wanted more. 

You had just been sitting on the couch reading a book, jumping at every creak or thump. You were trying to keep a sense of normalcy, but that went out the window when Idia slapped the book from your hand. You panicked, looking around frantically despite knowing that you wouldn’t see the culprit. 

This was the first time he really got to see you, the first time he worked up the courage to tug down your shorts. You tried to pull his hand away, but you simply phased through him. How were you supposed to stop something you couldn’t see or feel? 

You had no choice but to let him strip you, your shorts and boxers falling to the floor. Of course you tried to cover yourself, but a bit of ghostly magic easily pinned your arms to your sides. 

Despite your whines and pleas for mercy, there was no denying that you were already half hard. Your cock twitched in his cold, unseen hands that sent shivers down your spine, and soon your protests dissolved into nothing more than pathetic moans. 

That was the first time he made you cum, right there on the couch. And when he was done he simply redressed you, giving your bulge a playful pat and then went about his merry way.

You stayed on that couch for a long while, pondering. For so long you’d been afraid of this mysterious force, but now something felt…different. You looked down at your cum stained shirt, your quivering legs, reminders of him. There was no denying how the memories of his unseen touch made you shiver with delight, even when all rational thinking should’ve had you running for the door. 

This was only the start, of course, but every time Idia snuck up on you like that you became a bit more pliant until eventually you weren’t fighting him at all. 

You wanted him to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you in close.

You wanted him to wake you in the night by spreading your legs wide and generously pleasuring you with his mouth. 

You wanted him to slip a hand down your pants every chance he got, feeling up every part of you. 

If you got to spend eternity being pleasured by such a tireless lover, how bad could it really be?

[sinnerdolly]

Sex toy — Sanzu

ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ꜱᴀɴᴢᴜ. MDNI

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ⇢ 1608.

ᴘʟᴏᴛ⇢ You find your husband cheating on you, and you decide to take it out on your annoying partner.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ⇢ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx, ʜᴀᴛᴇ sᴇx, ᴄᴀʀ sᴇx, unprotected sex, creampie.

English isn't my mother language so, if you see any error, you're welcome to correct me.

A chill ran through her body as her bare feet made contact with the icy marble like a glacier. Not knowing what she was up to, she took her papers for her husband to sign and hurried up the stairs to her room, assuming that being night he would be there.

As she neared the room, and she heard the sounds coming from it, her steps slowed, until she stood motionless in front of the door. The rain and lightning drowned out the noise of the bed slamming against the wall, but they couldn't drown out the strong beat of her heart.

Most of the time she felt empty, with nothing to be happy or sad about... but at that precise moment an outbreak spread like a virus within her being. Pulling the blindfold off her, showing her the miserable lie she was living in, as her tears rolled down her cheeks, competing with the raindrops on the window a few feet away from her.

Embarrassed by her dire situation, she stepped back to leave, but she remembered what she had come for. So she wiped away the useless tears from her, she resumed her upright posture and edged countenance, and made her way into the room.

She didn't wait for her husband to stop ramming the woman in their marriage bed, and threw the contract on it. He didn't know how to react to Y/n seeing him, but that wasn't necessary when she handed him the pen in hand.

“Signature, I have to get back to work.” Her eyes were icicles as he tried to find a shred of emotion in them, as always, he found none.

[ ... ]

Sanzu watched the thick drops of rain fall on the windshield of the car, waiting for the obnoxious Y/n to return with the papers for the deal. In the distance he saw her leave her huge house, with a bottle of bourbon in her right hand and the briefcase in the other, he frowned at her when he saw her go up half wet and without her umbrella.

She took a long drink from the bottle, the liquid burning her throat, but she ignored her gagging. Her wild eyes watched him as he fell silent. She placed a hand on Sanzu's thigh, getting quite close, her wet shirt clinging to her breasts, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra, and several drops of water fell from her hair onto his vest.

Y/n delicately took the cigarette from Sanzu's lips, taking a slow drag without moving an inch away. She releasing the smoke practically in his face, without taking her penetrating eyes off him.

“Drive, I already have his signature” she ordered, settling into the passenger seat and redirecting her gaze to the window.

Sanzu was a little taken aback by the sudden change in personality of his co-worker. But he decided not to say anything and just start driving.

The drive to one of Mikey's mansions, the one designated as Bonten's office, was long and quiet. Something quite everyday between the two of them, because they got along terrible. Y/n did not tolerate Sanzu's irresponsibility and emotional instability; and Sanzu was repulsed by the boring and prudish Y/n, so deadpan and socially silly. But... seeing her in that state aroused a bit of interest in her, as if someone had struck a match and lit up a certain hidden desire in him that hadn't existed a few minutes before.

Ever since Y/n had gotten into the car he couldn't stop watching her, admiring her smooth legs, imagining ripping off her shirt and fucking her against the car window until she was left speechless. He wanted to explore this new woman next to him, because she clearly wasn't the same anymore. He also wanted to find out what made her change. “What did you see inside that house?” Sanzu's eyes found the briefcase She said the idiot signed, did he say something to him? Maybe he asked for a divorce… she took another gulp of bourbon No, Y/n is too useful to be thrown away like that. And she wouldn't let him because she likes to play house. So...

The car braked violently in the middle of the road, causing the small body next to him to rock forward, being held by the seat belt. Y/n looked at him in surprise, questioning the reason for such an action, but Sanzu spoke before she could ask.

“You found him cheating on you.” Cynicism reflected in Sanzu's light blue eyes. Y/n's sour countenance told him that he was right, but he still continued to rub salt in her wound. “Isn't that right?”

“Shut up” she demanded furiously.

Sanzu just laughed and took a drag on her cigarette.

“So you're boring even in bed. Poor guy, having to put up with you and not even being able to take it out on your pussy.”

Perhaps it was the long and repeated drinks of alcohol, perhaps the bitterness of finding out that her husband was cheating on her, and her life was a disaster. For an instant, Sanzu looked attractive to her frustrated self, someone she could take out all the anger she had built up in that intense hour.

That fleeting thought in her head told her it was a good idea to cover Sanzu's mouth with one hand and pull the lever on her seat so that it fell backwards. He frowned in confusion at her sudden action.

“What...?” He stopped speaking as soon as he saw Y/n's legs placed on the sides of his waist. As she hiked up her skirt to show him the black lace panties she was wearing.

“Shut the fuck up and at least be useful as a dildo.”

And those words were enough for Sanzu not to say anything else and just watch. He relaxing in his seat as Y/n's small hands quickly undid his fly, freeing his already erect cock from it. She gave him a serious look, with little interest, as if he wasn't even there and he was just a toy. He couldn't deny that such an overbearing attitude quite attracted him, the fact that a woman saw him as a muscle relaxant seemed entertaining to him.

“Use me all you want” he whispered in her ear, bringing the cigarette to Y/n's lips, and she accepted it by taking a drag.

She gently dropped her hips, stretching pleasurably around his thickness. Letting out cigarette smoke along with a satisfied sigh. Two large hands caressed her thighs to encourage her to continue, digging his fingertips into her tender skin.

The windows began to fog between groans and lunges, while some occasional lonely car passed by the side on the road. Those intense eyes of hers watching him with desire, all her feelings coming to the surface with the alcohol wearing off her. The hips of Y/n increasing the intensity of the thrusts.

Sanzu simply dedicated himself to appreciating the spectacle of desperation that this ardent woman offered him. He licked his lips thinking how delicious she was and what an idiot he was not realizing it before.

The pressure in her gut began to intensify, making her more sensitive to the pleasure. She needed it, she needed that orgasm, as much as Sanzu was the one to give it to her, she wanted to cum on his cock and squeeze it dry. After all, he allowed her, though… What kind of pleasures would she ignore? He was clearly a junkie gangbanger who enjoyed anything that took him away from reality, so he was probably a nympho too.

Y/n closed her eyes so as not to see Sanzu's face, trying to concentrate solely on her enjoyment, as if he didn't exist and she was in her room alone. But, despite having a lot of imagination, the essence of that man penetrated all her senses and he did not let her ignore him.

She felt her breasts crushing against Sanzu's torso, and his large hands roughly cupping her bottom. A thrust, which she didn't encourage, made her shiver as it touched a couple of pretty sweet spots deep inside her.

“Ah!” His eyes rolled back at her, her toes flexed, and her walls drenching him like an inexperienced virgin schoolgirl. His thrusts hardened the pace, driving her partially insane.

“Do you think I'm going to let you close your eyes?” Sanzu laughed out loud, watching her squirm in his arms with satisfaction “No, no, no, no. I want you to know the mistake you're making...” he growled with pleasure “I want you to look me in the eyes while you cum like a slut”.

Inside, Y/n would have liked to reproach him, but her pussy had other plans. With her priorities set, she decided that she didn't care about her pride enough to reject Sanzu. After all, what had her pride done for her so far?

Each time she was closer to it, her eyes clouded with tears, while Sanzu continued to charge against her walls without mercy. Giving her continuous spasms that helped her skim the sky. Until she couldn't take it anymore, and she came all over him, wetting his expensive outfit in the process. Electricity coursed through her entire anatomy, causing her to moan openly from the rooftops.

Sanzu wasted no time joining her, taking advantage of her moment of vulnerability to cum around her smooth, warm walls without protest. Y/n was now in her arms almost unaware of it, while he combed her fingers through some tangled strands of hair. With a very clear thought sailing through her mind This won't be the last time.

“Apparently I'm a good dildo, right, Y/n?”

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[wonijin]

FROM DUSK

all the secrets and promises yuna tried so hard to keep toppled over and now she face the consequences.

tags: yuna/fem!reader, mafia au, angst, 2.8K words

warnings: violent themes, kidnapping, bombs and explosions, guns/weapons, de4th, k!lling, implied abuse, swear words.

tonight was nothing new. just another date added to the long list of plans she had forgotten or was too busy to attend to or just didn’t know. god were you excited to find out which of the three she’d use an excuse this time.

the digits on wrist taunted ‘11:45’ as if mocking you for waiting three hours. a sigh left your lips as you stood up and exited the fancy restaurant yuna dare reserve.

shin yuna was a woman of many things, being busy was one of them. and you knew that from the moment you met her. of course, you had always understood and you still are. but that doesn’t mean it pains you any less every time she forgets something you were looking forward to or something she promised or something you both planned.

as you basked in loneliness through the dim-lighted streets, you thought how her alibis always have something to do with work. but funilly enough you know little about what she does for a living, she refused to spill.

you checked your phone for a message. none. no surprise.

as you were about to return the device to your bag, you feel a presence behind you. before you could turn around, somebody had put something in your mouth, cutting off the scream tearing through your throat.  your wide eyes dart around for a clue to what was happening but you feel yourself getting lightheaded until the street lights were the last thing you saw.

“my name is yang. don’t worry, i already know who you are. in fact, i know a lot. your address, school, schedule, friends and families.” yang ripped the tape of your mouth but pressed the weapon harder into your skull. a lone tear slipped past your lips but you didn’t try to make a sound.

“my name is yang. don’t worry, i already know who you are. in fact, i know a lot. your address, school, schedule, friends and families.” yang ripped the tape of your mouth but pressed the weapon harder into your skull. a lone tear slipped past your lips but you didn’t try to make a sound.

“my name is yang. don’t worry, i already know who you are. in fact, i know a lot. your address, school, schedule, friends and families.” yang ripped the tape of your mouth but pressed the weapon harder into your skull. a lone tear slipped past your lips but you didn’t try to make a sound.

“look, you got the wrong girl. no matter how much money you want for my head, no one can gonna give it to you.” you plead.

“oh we got the right girl all right. you’re shin yuna’s new toy, aren’t you” yuna? where does your girlfriend fit in all this ?

“what? y-yuna? what d-does she have to d-do with this?” he paused at your words and stepped in front of you, the few lights catching his expensive looking suit.

“well, you see little toy. your little girlfriend owes us. she stole one of our most priced cargo. you’re here to pay the price.” you stared at his eyes, and you can’t help but draw similarity in him and your lover. maybe it was the intimidating aura or the sinister shine on the eyes or the coy smirk on the lips.

a chill ran down your spine. what attack? the man stared at your visible confusion and threw his head back laughing. “don’t tell me you’re not aware. yuna has been lying to you, fool! where do you think she got all that money from?”

as far as you know, yuna’s lavish upbringing was because of her father was a well-known doctor and her mother runs a successful law firm . “her parents–”

“ran an underground mob organization and yuna inherited it.” yang finished your sentence, chuckling. “you can’t seriously be this naive.”

you weren’t. the signs were there. the hidden red flags under her crescent eyes and bubbly smile. but you ignored the stains on her shirt or how her body guards have a visible dent in their jacket. no daughter of a doctor and a businessman need that much protection around her. and no one at her age should have ridiculous amount of money on hand.

shock paralyzed your whole body and emotions flooded every inch of your senses. suddenly, everything made sense and you’re force to swallow the fact that you’re girlfriend is a criminal.

overwhelmed at the revelation, the sound of the phone ringing escaped past your ears until the screen was shoved to your face.

before you could ask, you heard a familiar voice. “who is this?” yuna sounded calm to everybody else but you weren’t just anybody, you were her girlfriend. you picked up on all the hints of panic and stress in her voice.

“yuna.” her name spilled from your lips coated with anxiousness and sorrow. at the other side, yuna clutched her phone tighter at the sound of your pained voice. for a split second, relief filled her entirely. you weren’t safe but at least she knows you’re alive.

“i love you.” there’s a high probability this might be the last time you can profess your love. so you took your chance with a sob.

in the other line, yuna’s body was filled with agony. there’s nothing more yuna wants than comfort you and say her love for you. it hurts to restrain herself and deprive you of what you needed to hear but she knew how the world works, how the enemies work, how yang works. showing how much you value something would just end up getting it destroyed.

yuna knew something was wrong the moment you stopped picking up her calls. at first, she thought it was because you were mad at her for missing your date. but you weren’t in your house when she came to apologize. you weren’t in your school or your favorite place either and nobody she contacted has seen you.

now, all she wants is to hold you again, tell you everything and apologize until ‘sorry’ is the only word she knows.

before she can let her concern slip, a voice rang at the other side. “hello, yuna. it’s been a while.”

“yang, you bastard. what do you want?” the man only laughed at her in reply. “well, this is a surprise. i never thought you’d actually be willing to negotiate for a past time.”

you weren’t a past time to yuna. you were her home, the one she comes back to after every mission. fail or succeed she’d be in your arms at the end of the day. she’d be damned if she let something happen to you.

“meet me at the warehouses near the port. and don’t forget to bring me what’s mine. try to do something and i’ll personally send her skin to you.” the call ended, leaving yuna to picture your lifeless body. the image made her slam her desk. there’s was chance it could become a reality. yang wouldn’t hesitate to kill you even if she agrees to his terms or not.

yuna stood up and prepared.

yuna admits that she was far from a perfect partner. the times she stood you up were times a many. all the secrets she kept from you eat her away everyday but more so now than ever. she prays that fate let her have another chance.

she had all the money and power she could ask for. and yet she failed to protect the only innocence in her world of chaos. ‘how did ever come to this.’

“everything’s ready, boss. waiting for next orders.” the infamous leader nodded and continued to peer inside the building through the scope of her sniper rifle.

they were on standby at the rooftop of the highest building in the block, overseeing the warehouses. somewhere below, you were there waiting for her. she chuckled bitterly at the thought, she remembered how you hate feeling helpless.

“green.” authority dripped in yuna’s voice. all of her assets and power were mobilized for this mission, a proof of her dedication. this mission would end in nothing but you back safely in her arms.

footsteps moved lightly against the cement at her word. the sound of guns cocking and men swiftly moving towards the ground.they reached the warehouses and assumed their positions.

yuna marched through her ranks and lead her men, clutching a briefcase. it was the passcodes for a high security bank. the same passcodes she stole from yang’s mob. yang’s mob was fairly new to the game, their little organization is an ant compared to yuna’s empire. but she made the mistake of underestimating them. if she knew crossing him would led to this, she would’ve gone a different path.

yuna was about to step out of the shadow. she was about to negotiate, hand the passcodes and get you back in her arms. but a huge boom shooked the whole vicinity. and before she could even register what’s happening, red filled her vision as everything around her burned. shrapnel and debris flied everywhere. but amidst all the chaos, she could only think about your well-being. she ignored her surroundings and screamed your name with glistening eyes.

the bombing continued and her troops scrambled to retreat. seeing yuna’s state, her second in command yelled for everybody to find cover and get back to their last position.

meanwhile, yuna rushed forward. despite her ears ringing and her head pounding, she tries to find you. “y/n? where are you? its me, yuna! i’m here”

even when she tripped and fell down, even when she got scratched and hit, her search for you continued. everything’s falling apart but all she could think of is you.

she was about to move again when somebody held her back. it was chaeryeong, her second in command. “yuna, we have to go. it isn’t safe here.” yuna refused and tried to yank her arm back but chaeryeong held tighter.

“please, yuna. come on.” the sound of burning flesh hit their nostrils. building in from left and right collapse in piles of rubble and ashes.

“no. i have to get her back. she’s in there. she might be scared or hurt or worse.” tears flowed freely from yuna’s face. “she needs me.”

chaeryeong lossened her grip at the yuna’s despair. she followed yuna towards another warehouse, the only one yuna hadn’t checked. but just like earlier, it had exploded before she could even take a step forward.

desperation filled yuna her. she lunged towards the fire but chaeryeong held her. “yuna. she’s gone.” she fell on her knees as reality sinked in. “no. she can’t be. she isn’t. i was just with her a week ago.” yuna shook her head, maybe then she’ll wake up from this nightmare.

“ i was supposed to save her, chae. i promised myself i’d do her better when i get her back.” sobs shook her entire body. as the world collapse around her, her own world fell apart

yuna stared at the file before her with empty eyes. it was the latest news regarding the organization responsible for that day. she pondered the use of reading it, she’s aware that you’re gone and no file could bring you back.

yang wouldn’t bomb his own place. she had felt that an outside force interfered that night, a situation she had not thought of. and she was right. after digging and digging she found the real perpetrators. the lims.

a sigh escape her red lips before opening it. years have passed and it has been long since she gave up on seeing your face once more but that doesn’t mean she has not stopped trying to serve you justice.

she wonders if this is her coping mechanism. a way to ignore all the sorrow and suffering still present. or maybe this is just a pathetic excuse for all her lacking when you were together. a way to make up for the promises she never got to fullfill.

after skimming throughs rows and rows of paragraph, she arrived at the last page where a picture rests. the small figure dressed in black was almost unnoticeable from the dark surroundings. the image was taken too far away for her to see the person’s features but they stand next to a window of a high building, holding what seems to be a telescope.

a sticky note clings miserably at the side, nearly falling off from the corner of the photo. looking at the neat albeit seemed rushed handwriting, no doubt this additional information is from chaeryeong. ‘i thought you might be interested in the last sighting of our friend’.

‘friend’ isn’t the term she’d used for the pest who’d been ruining her plans lately. the ‘friend’ in question is a rogue who’d appeared from nowhere just a few months ago. yuna ordered a background check but it bear fruitless, there were no past or current records found and no one seemed to be familiar with the new player in town.

yuna took another glance at the photo and she realized where the telescope was pointing at. it was aimed towards the same building she was planning to attack a week from now, the presumed lim headquarters. the blonde let out an strangled grunt at thought of the unnamed one-man party striking first.

bullet rained and blood spilt everywhere but yuna along with a handful of her men ran past the chaos and towards the door at the end of the corridor. the huge gold-plated double doors are the only thing separating her and sweet revenge.

she readied her gun and and moved to the side to let her henchmen kick the entrance with sheer strength. the door hit the floor with a loud thud and no sound followed after, aside from their light footsteps moving to fill the room.

her brown eyes fell in the middle of the room and widen at sight the familiar black cloth standing behind a swivel chair. a man sat at the leather seat, his eyes dart towards them silently begging for help while his hands claw weakly at the hand locked firmly at his throat. the rougue ignored the man’s whines and attempts, if only to tighten her grip.

“you aren’t suppose to be here.” yuna gritted out, aiming her gun straight at the rouge’s head. it was her first time seeing the new challenger and she was surprised to see a feminine build. all rumors and stories were of a ruthless man.

no response was given to her and she took the time to address the man. this was supposedly the head of lim’s office, jun. but the man in the chair and those in her intel reports did not match. it was the face of lim’s second in command, jimmy. “hand him over, nameless. i need to know where his boss is.”

“you were too late. i already got it out of him. isn’t that right, jimmy?” yuna stood frozen at the reply. meanwhile, the woman prod jimmy’s head with the barrel of her gun. but yuna wasn’t focused at that. her mind was stuck on how the person if front of her sounded like you.

the woman sounded like you in every way and it was heart clenching to remember you in this kind of time. but she was used to reminiscing your memories suddenly and it never fails to fill her with sorrow every time.

the young boss’ gaze clashed with the nameless rouge’s burning ones. yuna’s hold on her gun loosened and her aim faltered the more she observed the eyes before her. too many emotions swirled in yuna’s eyes but the ones she’s staring at held none.

it didn’t shine like yours but it reflected the moon the way yours once did. it was the worst time to relish in pain but she let herself get lost in the nostalgia and sorrow of you. until the sound of a gun rang in her ears.

the man’s blood and guts covered the wooden the desk standing between her and the shooter.  “what the fuck?” yuna rasped.

but when yuna looked back she wat met with a barrel pointed at her face. if her men weren't aiming at the woman’s head then they surely are now.

before yuna could get another word, another shot echoed in the room but it didn’t go through yuna, instead at the ceiling. this time when she looked back down it wasn't a barrel she was met with but your face. you stand were the rouge previously was and dressed in rouge's clothes.

yuna would’ve blinked or scratch her eyes to confirm but she’s too scared to let herself lose sight of you once more. she can’t bare the disappointment when she opens her eyes and you’re gone. if she was hallucinating, then she’d never close her eyes again.

but before she could verbalize her confusion, you turned around and jumped out the window wordlessly. yuna ran after you but you were nowhere to be found. once again, you disappeared before her eyes.  but this time she knew you were out there somewhere into the night and not in the afterlife.

yuna stared at the city lights below her, the image your soulless eyes and empty smile searing in her head.

[erodasfishtacos]

Not Your Charity Case

prompt: Harry is a frat boy - who doesn’t need sympathy from anyone. He makes Y/N feel a sense of home when they’re together. But is Harry just like every stereotypical frat boy?

word count: 6.2k 

warnings: minor violence, language, deaf!harry, smutttt

other: when Harry is talking to Y/N or any other characters - it is to be noted that he is signing. When Y/N talks to Harry - she is also always signing

Let me know if you’d want to see anything else from this verse:)

+++

You were rushed - you really shouldn’t stop at the local coffee shop for a sugary, delicious mocha chip frappuccino.

Despite what people say, professors are much more lax and carefree in college.

It was about two weeks into the new semester, - your third here- and the seasons were changing - becoming autumn.

Chilled breezes, falling leaves, and vivid colors of nature made you happy.

When you arrive in line, there are two people ahead of you. A girl currently in front of the cashier and a tall male with a red and black flannel on behind her- typing away on his phone.

When she moves to the left, the broad man steps forward. His snapback facing backwards, brown curls dancing around his neck. You can’t help but notice how tall and lean he is, shoulders broad and straight.

You definitely haven’t seen him before on campus. You’d remember.

From what you can see, he shows the young girl behind the counter the screen of his phone without saying anything at all.

The raven-haired girl’s face pinches in annoyance. “We don’t accept orders like that. You need to tell me what you want.”

You’re a little surprised by both the rude cashier but also the man who doesn’t respond right away.

He attempts to show her his phone again but she shakes her head - annoyed.

You become interested in the situation when I watch him sign, a few gestures before pointing to his ears. In the most obvious form of saying “I can’t hear.”

The clueless girl gives him a blank look, “Listen, there’s a line. I don’t have time for this.”

You hoped you weren’t overstepping your boundaries when you slide up next to him, tapping him on his shoulder to get his attention.

It is a bit startling how gorgeous the boy is. He was tanned with bright green-eyes and a defined jawline that was currently clenched in frustration.

You sign, “What are you trying to order?”

He studies you for a second with hesitance before his long slim fingers begin to move, slowly as if he thinks you may be inexperienced in the form of language.

He replies, “Large coffee with a little cream and two sugars.”

You squeeze in front of him, “It is not only rude but illegal to not serve based on disabilities. Refusing an order from a deaf person isn’t moral or acceptable.”

The girl has enough decency to mumble an apology and turned bright pink, “Sorry, he doesn’t look deaf. “You roll your eyes - how can you tell that someone is deaf based on solely appearance? This girls a fucking idiot, you think.

You repeat his order to her, along with yours - sliding your debit card towards her and give her your name for the order.

The man trails behind you to the small waiting area. “Thank you,” he signs simply. You nod and return the pleasantry. The. hand him his steaming hot coffee.

“Thank you again. I’m going to be late to class, so I have to go,” he tells me, seeming a little out of place signing with a stranger.

“Go ahead, I’ll see you around.” It was the first time in a long time you’ve signed to anyone outside your family.

+++

Sipping your drink as you are only five minutes late and the class hasn’t even started yet. The man you just helped was sat in the back of the classroom, unloading his laptop.

With a little bravery, you wriggle your way through and plop into the wooden chair easily. Letting your backpack fall to the ground. Curly looks over at you with a frown, he signs, “Why are you sitting next to me?”

You blush, “I don’t know? Thought it’d be good to have someone to talk to.”

His hands are tense as he replies, “I’m not a charity case, so you can leave me alone.”

“Never said you were,” you huff when you tell him. Not appreciating how rude he was being. Signing had its own tones and expressions so to speak. For example, when someone is happy their signs and movements are different than when they’re sad or frustrated.

Harry seems to be the latter. You wrestle out your laptop to the PowerPoint that was going to be discussed today in class. You noticed Harry stared very intently at the professor to read his lips and expression.

You was surprised he didn’t have an interpreter with him but you’re sure he got special accommodations elsewhere. Even though that was absolutely none of your business.

His shoulders are tensed and he makes sure your arms don’t brush like you have cooties for the entire two hours. The nameless boy is up and out of his seat as soon as the professor shuts off the projector and turns on the lights - signaling class to be over.

Well fuck him then.

***

You don’t make the mistake to sit next him again. But that doesn’t mean you could ogle his strong muscular back and big hands.

It wasn’t your place to care but you felt twinges in your tummy when you noticed him struggling to keep up with the fast-speed class on certain days.

You were in the large, rustic library that smelled of old books and damp wallpaper. It was dead silent as people furiously studied or worked on papers due.

As you paced the shelves, you could not find the book you needed for your American Literature class. Fuck the Dewey Decimal System.

Part-time uni students probably just stuffed returned books in any open space they saw fit. But you need this book in particular, a discussion board post due by midnight and it was currently eight-thirty. They had ran out of copies at the on-campus bookstore.

After a valiant effort, you trudge up to the checkout counter. A little sign reads, “ring me if no ones here!”

You impatiently ring the silver bell. But no one comes. You give whoever is working a minute or two but nothing. Another ring it is.

Silence. No one. Of fucking course, luck is not on your side tonight.

You dramatically clunk your head onto the high counter top in front of you - groaning at the fact you may fail the assignment.

A tentative pat on your shoulder makes you snap your head up. To see the boy you’ve been constantly avoiding standing behind the checkout desk.

“Are you okay?” He asks. He had a name-tag on - Harry. He honestly looked a bit out of place. Harry appeared to be a frat boy. He was still had a boyish air about him but an intensity that was unmatchable.

He didn’t look like he would work in the library. He looked like...well he looked like he would be a beer pong referee or something.

You couldn’t see below his torso but he had a plain black snapback on and a vintage Elton John concert tee. A cross necklace dangling over the worn shirt.

You smile, embarrassed, but reply, “Just being dramatic. I can’t find a book and I was waiting here.”

There’s mirth in his eyes when he points to the bell,”Did you ring the bell?”

Your brows furrow, “I did.”

“Well I can’t hear it, I’m deaf,” he deadpans with a straight face and a dry sense of humor.

You roll your eyes, laughing nervously, “I didn’t know you were working!”

“What do you need?”

He helps you locate the book in two minutes flat before checking you out and you rushing home to finish the homework.

You felt bad ignoring your little sister’s FaceTime calls but you promised to call her back tomorrow. 

***

Though once again, you hadn’t interacted with Harry since last week - you constantly found yourself studying his stoic profile or fast moving fingers.

You would never befriend Harry because you feel bad for him - like he presumed. You enjoyed American Sign Language and it actually made you feel back at home.

You’re little sister was born completely deaf. She was much younger than you - eight years old. Fifteen years apart to be exact. You learned the language along with her and your parents.

When you were at home and your sister was there - you guys tried to only sign so she didn’t feel left out. So Harry felt like home - a little despite his completely off-putting demeanor. It made you a little bit more persistent than with any other frat boy.

***

The bulletin board in your advisor’s office caught your eyes. None of the little tabs ripped off in interest.

‘Student with ASL experience and above a 3.5 GPA needed for tutoring sessions - twice weekly. $16 dollars an hour.’

After your meeting, you tugged the little scrap of paper off and tuck it into your pocket. You couldn’t know for sure if it was Harry but you didn’t know of any other deaf students in the program.

You say ‘fuck it’ and type out an email to the advisor of academic affairs and accommodations to throw your hat in the ring.

***

You don’t hear back for three days - nearly forgetting about it in the mean time. Your eyes scan quickly over the email to grant you the position. They include contact information for no other than Harry Styles.

After psyching yourself out a little and a few paces across your kitchen tiles - you text him.

Hey! I’m your new assigned tutor. Would you like to set up a time and place? As well as what kind of help you’re looking for.

The reply text comes shortly after

Hello, thank you very much. I am just in need of hearing ears. I am deaf and have a hard time keeping up with the my professor. I have begun recording the lectures in hope that you can sign then to me.

Sure thing. That won’t be a problem!

I live in Alpha Sigma on 3rd street. I have my own room. I’d rather not have the tutoring session in public. However, if that makes you uncomfortable - we can figure something out.

You take a minute to debate. You understand why this would be a task too loud for the library and why he’d want privacy. You didn’t feel like I’d be uncomfortable with him.

I saw twice a week so does Tuesday and Thursday at seven work?

Sounds great. Thank you again x

Did he know it was me? Was he expecting it to me?

***

He was definitely not expecting you. You automatically knew that by the way his friendly smile dissipated into a frown when he opened the door for you.

You attempted to look nice today without trying too hard. A loose crop top with the university’s name, a pair of tight black leggings, bulky white socks bunched at your ankles, and white sneakers. Very 80’s.

You try to keep your composure, “Hi Harry, I’m going to be your tutor.”

He slowly nods at you, huffing out a breathe of irritation before inviting you into the frat house.

You’d only been here once or twice for a party so you had no idea what the house actually looked like when there weren’t bodies and booze everywhere.

He’s walking you past a group of boys playing FIFA on the flatscreen in the living room, white claws open everywhere.

“Y/N! Hey babe!” You look over to see Niall - one of your good friends from your part-time job at the bookstore - trotting over to you guys.

The blonde pulls you into an overexcited hug. He reminded you of a cuddly, soft puppy dog most of the time.

“Are you Harry’s little tutor?” Niall coos, leaning over to pinch Harry’s cheek. 

Harry- who was observing the conversation, focusing in on our lips, immediately bats his friend away. A small scowl forming on his face.

It automatically turns into a playful brawl where Niall tugs Harry into headlock. But he has no strength on the brunette.

Harry turns out of it quickly and pushes Niall to the ground. He straddles his stomach and begins to jokingly pinch and slap at him.

Niall hisses, “Ouch! You motherfucker! Big oaf!”

Then you don’t know why you find this endearing but Niall signs the word, “uncle” a few times to signal he’s accepted his lost.

The fact that they wrestle so much that Niall learned to sign how to give up made you giggle more than it should.

Harry crawls off of him, running a hand through his messy curls, his face a little flushed.

“I’ll talk to you later!” You tell Niall as your trailing behind Harry up a flight of stairs.

His room is extremely neat. A fluffy navy comfort decorated his bed with a few photos of flowers and nature on his wall. A tidy desk tucked away in the corner that had all of his school work loaded on top of it.

He chooses to sit in his desk chair, motioning for you to perch on his bed. You look at him expectantly when he pulls out the tape recorder and sets it on the surface.

He pulls his laptop into his lap and begins signing, “I need you to transcribe the lecture for me so I can follow it. We can skip through the bits where he is rambling or off topic.”

You nod, letting him know to begin whenever he’s ready. He presses the side button and the recording starts but it super unclear and garbled.

“Did you record this from your seat?” You ask, the professors words nearly inaudible and fuzzy.

“Yes.”

“You need to bring it to the front of the room. Ask Dr. Morrison  to lay it on his desk before class. I can’t hear anything but static and mumbles,” You tell him.

He laughs and shakes his head. His movements rough and angry, “Of course its fucked up. I get you as my tutor and then the recorder is shit.”

You glare at him, offended as you haven’t done anything to this boy. “Excuse me? I’ve literally been trying to help since I’ve meet you. What is your fucking issue?”

“I’m not a charity case! I don’t need you to feel bad for me. I’m not helpless! You’re probably just a silly little girl who took ASL in high school because it was cool and trendy. Go back to focusing on psych.”

“Fuck you, Harry,” Your gestures getting sharper and your face sour, “You know nothing about me so don’t act like you do. I don’t feel bad for you or think that you’re helpless.” You put up a hand and tell him to not talk.

“I was just being nice because I thought you were handsome and at first, seemed friendly. It turns out you’re just like every douchebag frat boy I’ve met. What a disappointment,” You chuckle, swinging your bag on your shoulder and storm out of the room without another look.

***

The cafe was jammed packed - it was Waffle Wednesday. You had said waffles in your tray and were about to plop down on a stool when you hear your name being called.

“C’mere, come sit with us!” He hollers over the commotion of the crowd. Niall.

You’re about to decline when some dude slips behind you and snags the stool. Shit.

A bit unwillingly you slide into the booth next to Niall, cracking open your sparkling water. “Mates, this is Y/N, we work at the store together and she’s Harry’s tutor,” he tells them. “Y/N, this is Liam and Louis.”

“Hello,” you try your best to come off as friendly even though you can feel Harry’s glare on the side of your face. You ended up falling to easy conversation with the boys. Niall has a very limited ASL vocabulary but tries.

The boys are also trying to talk slower and more pronounced so Harry can watch and understand. A couple of times he taps Niall on the wrist to repeat what was going on.

Your phone begins buzzing and you apologize for the interruption. It’s your little sister, Mazie, FaceTiming.

You answer the phone with a frown, signing “Aren’t you suppose to be in school?”

Mazie looks upset, eyes a little watery. She gestures back, “I left early. I’m sick.”

“Are you really sick or where you getting bullied again?” You asks her.

Your sister hesitates before sniffling, “You already know. I hate my school.” 

Mazie has had other children bully her for her disability since she started preschool and it as still happening in fourth grade.

“What can I do to help?” You frown, never wanting to see your baby sister cry.

You chat for a few minutes to help her calm down. When the phone call ends, you don’t realize that all the boys were watching you in interest. Harry in particular, keeps his focus on you with a wrinkled forehead.

“My sister’s deaf,” You tell them. The whole time you’ve been sitting with them you’ve been signing and verbally speaking to help everyone be able to be included in the conversation.

“That’s sick!” Louis says, smacking Harry’s arm. “Just like our lad Harry.” 

Harry grumbles when Louis shakes him a little. It seems like the boys loved to physically interact with Harry which was endearing.

Harry allows him to for a moment before he flicks his cheek hard and laughs when Louis flinches. The conversation goes back to normal.

***

Harry jogs up to you after your group shares farewells and a few punches. You pointedly ignore him as you trek to the class you two have together so it’s not like he can’t walk this way too.

“Please, wait,” Harry asks. He walks in front of you.

“What do you want?” You huff, keeping my glare firm and directed alley at him.

“I’m sorry. I made the wrong assumption.”

“You made a lot of wrong assumptions. The fact that you think of me so lowly is sad. I’ve been nothing but nice,” You try not to focus on his large palms that curve over the caps of your shoulders.

“I’m not very trusting of people.”

You snort rather unattractively, “No kidding”

“Can we please start over?” He asks, stepping back to give you space. He didn’t realize how close he’d been standing to you until your hair wisps across his nose.

“One more chance, Styles.”

Harry lays a hand on your upper arm and squeeze lightly before signing the simple gesture of ‘thank you.’

***

It turns out Harry is very handsy and physically affectionate. It wasn’t creepy though or something that ever made you feel uncomfortable.

You were still tutoring him but you hung around the frat with Harry nearly everyday. The days you just wanted to lay in bed resulted in a grumpy FaceTime from Harry.

Harry once stated during a tutoring session, “It is easier for me to show how I’m feeling with touch than words. If I ever make you uncomfortable - please tell me and I will stop.”

You smile slyly at his words that sounded more like a question, asking if he can touch you. “I guess I’ll let you feel me up every now in again.”

He giggles and looks down wolfishly - like an entertaining thought is dancing around in his mind.

You tuck your finger under his chin to gaze at you. “In all seriousness, I give you my consent to show your feelings with physical touch. I trust you and know you won’t do anything to make me uncomfortable.”

The curly-haired brunette smiles happily, his hand cupping the side of your neck and brushing over your pulse point.

He hadn’t touched you here before and it seems like it was his first goal to do so once he got permission. You can’t help but take in a deep gasp of air. You prayed he didn’t notice but by the small lift of his lips he did.

The simple touch made a flame of arousal swirl in your lower stomach. You felt like you were about to start sweating.

“Anyways,” You clear your throat and snatch back up the recorder. It now had better quality after Harry listened to you about placement.

***

The frat house was ridiculously full of drunk college students. Everybody on the dance floor was sweaty and sticky with a variety of different substances.

Niall had invited you - so you were searching about for him. Pushing through the crowd and nobody was able to hear you say ‘excuse me.’

You finally found fresh air in the backyard where beer pong and cornhole were set up. Niall was tossing his ball across the table, trying to splash in Liam’s red solo cups.

Harry was sitting on a cushioned patio chair, watching the game commence. Maybe he was a beer pong referee after all. 

He looked so fucking good tonight. He had a yellow snapback taming his curls - backwards of course. A black Rage Against the Machine shirt and his signature black skinny jeans. **

You made eye contact and were about to wave when a girl plopped down in the seat across from him.

Awkwardly you turn away, greeting the other boys and taking a seat in a lawn chair to watch them start their third round of the game.

Your eyes keep darting over to Harry who is staring blankly at the girl. She starts stroking his biceps and tracing across the tattoos like they belong to her.

Harry is attempting to let her know he’s not interested. His signs uselessly as she’s staring at his lips and not hands.

You’re moving before you know it, without another thought, you squeeze in between the two - separating them. You dramatically slide into his lap, funnily enough one strong arm wrapping happily around your middle.

The pretty blonde pouts out her lips, “Is he your boyfriend?”

Before you’re able to reply, Harry signs the obvious signal for ‘yes’ to the girl. Then rudely makes the shooing gesture. She’s up with a huff and stomping back towards the house.

Harry turns you sideways on his lap so that you two can see each other’s hands, “You saved me.”

“You’re just such a stud, have to protect you,” You joke - but not really.

He raising his eyebrows and smiles, “You were jealous.” It was a statement not a question.

You blush wildly, avoiding eye contact which you know he hates. He hates anytime you cut off ways of communication.

Harry taps your lips until you look up at him, “it’s really fucking sexy when you are.” A perk of sign language. He could dirty talk just about anywhere and mostly no one would ever know.

His thumb drags on your full bottom lip, signing clumsily with one hand so you had to use context clues to piece it together “Don’t think I forgot when you called me handsome a few months ago.”

“I don’t remember, doesn’t sound like me,” You boldly lie, snickering and nipping at the top of his thumb

His eyes become a shade darker when your teeth meet his skin. He presses his thumb further in until it’s in-between your teeth. The moment is broken when Niall screams, “Styles! You’re up next!”

**

You and Harry become separated after you spent nearly two hours watching all these drunk boys play beer pong. Harry was ridiculously good at the game and only had to drink two cups from the table.

You had wandered back into the house where the party had died down. There were only a handful of stragglers left but mostly just the fraternity brothers and their close friends.

With a fresh alcoholic seltzer in your hand - you didn’t trust open bottles at parties like this - you gaze at Harry through the back window.

Harry was being jumped by Liam and Niall. He was snarling playfully as Liam toppled them all over into the grass. Niall tries to stand up but Harry’s hand wraps around his ankle and makes him fall right back on his bum with a girlish squeal.

Niall leans over to give Harry a wet-willy but Liam manages to throw a plastic cup directly at Niall’s forehead. Harry and the other boys dissolve in childish giggles. Faces red from laughter and liquor. You feel a smile painted fondly on your lips from watching them.

“Hey, Y/N right?” A voice interrupts from behind.

You spin to face a guy you barely recognize from a previous class you shared. You smile nonetheless, “Hi...”

“Jake, Jake from Social Constructs and Society last semester.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” You smile and allow him to talk your ear off because you struggle to say ‘no.’ He was fine, nothing special, typical business major who thought he was hot shit because his daddy owned a golf course he wanted to take you to.

It was a normal conversation until his voice gets lower as if he’s trying to be more seductive, “Want to head to a room with me?” He nods towards the staircase.

You chuckle in disbelief at his bold and forward question. “No thank you, I’m good.” You really had eyes for one person right now and he was currently cussing out Niall in sign language in the backyard before tackling him once again to the ground.

“C’mon, I can really show you a good time,” He persuades persistently, stepping into your space - causing your nervousness to spike.

“I said - no thank you,”You bite out, starting to feel scared when he blocks your way out of the kitchen and presses himself against you and the counter.

“You’re really something gorgeous, you know?” He asks, ignoring my struggles to get away from him.

“Stop touching me!” You scream, hoping Niall or one of the boys would hear your wail. He puts a hand up to your mouth to muffle you but that only results in you biting him.

“Fucking bitch!” He cries out, pulling his hand back and winding up to either punch or slap you right in the face. You prepare for the impact.

Then in a blink off an eye, it becomes a blur, a muscular figure is crashing into Jake with full force and knocking him straight into the linoleum floor with a loud crash.

It’s Harry. Broad shoulders and thick but lean tattooed biceps. He’s standing over the harasser and drops on top of him. It shouldn’t look as graceful and tactful as it does.

You’d never seen anything like this from Harry before. Once you really got to know him - he was a gentle giant who liked romantic comedies, soft blankets, and vanilla cupcakes with rainbow sprinkles.

Harry’s fist is repeatedly connecting with the dark-haired boy’s jaw with full force. The only noise is from Jake as Harry is dead silent but his eyes zeroed in on the target.

When blood begins gushing from the man’s nose - Niall and Liam decide it times to physically pull Harry up. Harry had a slight red mark on his jaw when Jake had managed one punch before being defeated quickly.

Harry signs to Niall, “Tell him.”

Niall places his foot on the dude’s chest to keep him down, “My mate wants to let you know if you touch her again we’re not going to pull him off and he’ll gladly beat you to a fucking pulp.”

Jake groans, clutching his nose to stop the bleeding, “Fuckin’ asshole.” 

You were still blown away as you watch Harry’s heaving chest as he glares down at the boy. His fist clenched and knuckle bloody and swollen. Harry’s attention turns towards you. His furious expression melts into worry. You can read his face so clearly. He’s afraid he’s scared you off.

It was hard to believe you had this drop dead gorgeous frat boy defending you past midnight on a Friday night. A boy who didn’t need to hear but just to see you needed help to step in.

All your desires and lusts after the man in front of you burst like a rubber-band and the urge to have him felt uncontrollable. “Take me upstairs,” you demand quickly, arousal creeping up your spine.

He doesn’t understand you’re extremely turned on. Instead he looks like a kicked dog who’s about to get in trouble again.

Nevertheless, he takes your hand and maneuvers out of the kitchen and up the stairs until his bedroom door is closed.

Harry lips are turned down unhappily as he begins, “I’m sorry, love. I...” he pauses a moment before continuing. “I just wanted to make sure you were safe. I hope you don’t think less of me.”

You look him dead in the eye and sign, “Kiss me.”

He blinks slowly at you like he just hallucinate the gestures.

So you repeat your motions, slow and with intent, “Kiss me, touch me, do something.” No more time is wasted as he is stepping in front of you and cupping your face in his hands.

Without any hesitation now, he pressing a bruising kiss to your lips - taking your bottom one between his and sucking.

Your hands are immediately tugging at the hem of his vintage shirt, pulling apart to bring it over his head. Dark ink decorates his torso, for some reason something you weren’t expecting. A butterfly on his abdomen, two fern branches, tattoos on his side.

Harry chuckles, “This is new to me.”

Your eyes go wide and you sign, “You’re a virgin?”

Harry snorts and rolls his eyes before telling you, “God no. I mean I’ve never been able to really communicate during sex.”

Then before You can speak, he cuts in a bit frantically, “I’ve always gotten consent - not like that. I mean-“ You cut him off with a kiss - knowing he would never do anything you didn’t want.

You wanted everything from him.

“If you’d believe it, I like a bit of dirty talk when I fuck - but no one understands what I’m saying,” He tries to crack a joke but for some reason seems insecure and nervous.

“Hey,” You take his chin so he shyly meets your eye, “I can’t wait to hear it - you’ve already made me so wet.” His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas.

“You’re such a good girl,” he signs before tugging off your shirt and instantly finding your lips again. His hands are skillful as they unclasp your bra without any struggle and tosses it.

You tugs a bit as his hair to show your enjoyment as his tongue finds your nipple - lapping before taking it between his teeth. As good as it feels, you want him to feel even better.

You push him back until he’s sitting in the edge of the bed, legs spread and hands behind him on either side holding him up. Jaw clenched with arousal and restraint.

He’s pressed against the zipper of his jeans. And all you wanted to do was see him in all of his glory. You’re quick to undo the button and determined to get the finicky zipper down as well.

His fingers come beneath your chin until you’re looking at his sparkling eyes, a look of lust made his lids a little droopier and his mouth slack from heavy-breathing.

“Are you sure you want to? You don’t have to - I want to eat your pussy either way, pet,” He signs, leaning in for a slow, wet kiss.

You sign back with a pout, “Shut the fuck up.” He huffs out a laugh, letting go of your chin and wrapping a hand in your hair to keep it out of your face.

As soon as he’s helping you wriggle his briefs and jeans down his narrow hips, you’re met with the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen.

When you make eye contact with Harry, he raises a eyebrow and grins cockily, “Is it nice enough for your liking, love?”

You nod breathlessly - wasting no more time before ducking down to take him to your mouth, a slight burning in your throat from how big he is.

His hands keep ahold of your hair, thumbs pressed against your temples as you bob down his length with sloppy, warm licks.

Harry’s moaning as you pop off to kiss and suck at the underside of him, hands coming to cup and roll his balls. It is a few moments later when he taps your cheek to get your attention, one hand leaving his hair to sign that he’s close.

Your mouth speeds up, wanting to give him all the pleasure you could. Your hand coming to stroke at what couldn’t fit in your mouth, pumping quickly.

Before you know it, Harry’s rutting his hips upwards and coming with a long, deep moan from the rumbles of his chest. He’s pulling you up into his lap, pressing appreciative kisses to your cheeks and jawline.

Big hands palming at your breasts before slipping down into your leggings, brushing softly over your mound. 

You whine and hitch forward to grind against his palm as soon as he cups you. He smiles widely at your desperation, pressing the heel of his palm harder against you to create more pressure.

You were already so wet and turned on that it wasn’t going to take much. The ball of your climax was burning low in your tummy. However, you wanted him to taste you like he said he would.

You sign, “I’m close. Please, I want your mouth on me.”

With that, he’s flipping you until you’re laid out on the bed. His hands tugging off your leggings and underwear with no further ado. “Holy shit,” He gestures, gazing all over your body and not stopping on one spot for too long.

“What?” You ask, fishing for the compliments you know he’s about to shower you in.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy,” he signs, dimples popping in his cheeks and a curious finger traces your entrance before dipping in.

You lightly kick at his stomach, “Get on me.” He pouts, crooking his finger against your spot before pulling it out. Fucking tease.

Then his face is disappearing between your spread thighs and a strong lick is delivered from your clit all the way down to your bum.

Since he can’t hear you, you grabs handfuls off his hair. Tugging at the roots, scratching your nails into his scalp to let him know how good he is. So fucking good.

When you accidentally buck your hips hard against his mouth, you curse and run a apologetic hand through the locks. He doesn’t look up at you but lift a hand and signs, “Again.”

You absolutely whine, begging to ride him with determination - climax on the brink. He hums causing vibrations on the sensitive nerves. With that, your hips are meeting his tongue and you’re coming. His face dampening with your release - happy as a clam when he pops back up.

You can’t remember the sign for condom, so you sign, “Protection?” Harry understands right away, rustling through the drawer until he finds a stray packets, “It’s been awhile.”

“Same,” You gestures - watching as he slides it down his length and crawls overtop of you. He was pink and swollen - having to be a bit sensitive from just coming a little while ago.

“Ready, love?” He asks, pressing soft kisses to your jawline. You nod, reaching down to guide him in.

And you weren’t lying, it had been a while and he was big. The stretch wasn’t uncomfortable, just a lot. But his wet, open-mouth kisses made you stay grounded.

Harry’s moans were absolutely obscene as he slide all the way in before stopping to give you a moment. His arms strong, holding himself over you. The cold metal of his necklaces brushing against your tight nipples.

When you have him the okay, he begin giving you deep, hard strokes on each thrust. His noises so loud they had to be able to hear them downstairs. They were deep and low - rumbling in his chest with pleasure.

Then his hand is coming to your throat. For a wild moment you thought he was going to choke you but instead he rest it lightly, palm flat.

It takes you a moment - then it hits you.

Holy fuck. He is feeling the vibrations of your moans - erupting from your vocal cords. Feeling out the movement from your throat so he can feel how much you’re enjoying it.

You should be embarrassed but you can’t find it in you when you come again right on the spot. His fingertips nudging into the skin to feel the intensity as it wracks through you.

When you’re done riding out your orgasm, he reaches for the headboard behind you with his other hand, gripping it tightly as he begins to pound in with all his strength.

The bedframe is hitting the wall so loud that the whole house must be able to hear it. Hitting with every directed thrust until his mouth is dropping down into a long, timbred moan and he’s coming.

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Later, when the two are you have settled for the night in the warmth of his bed. Harry seems a little nervous, once again. It takes him a moment to meet your eyes and brushes a strand of hair off your forehead.

“What is it?” You ask, tucked into his side. His body so solid and comforting.

“It’s corny,” Harry frowns, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes flash across your face.

“Tell me,” You insist, bringing his hand to your lips to kiss his fingertips.

“I feel like you were made for me. Like...we were meant to be together,” Harry signs, hesitant to share his thoughts. But it doesn’t scare you away. You can’t help but agree.

“I think so too,” You reply before pressing another kiss to his puffy pink lips.