#and where you were once complaining about how much effort everything took

[thebookworm0001]

Something something the futuristic tech in Alien being very clunky and slow similarly to the tech of the time that it was made is humorous in retrospect but also serves as a genuine point of tension in the franchise

[imagines-all-day-everyday]

friends

summary: *yn* and damon are friends. good friends. just friends. nothing more, nothing less. until elena's eighteenth birthday party and the captain of the waterpolo team comes along, leaving damon wondering how much he really likes that term.

warnings: swearing, drinking, fluff, vampire stuff, cheating (kinda??)

"What do you think?"

"Give me a spin."

*yn* resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she complied, shuffling her body around in a circle.

"Oooh I really like this one." Caroline observed. She shifted on the small couch placed into the middle of the boutique as she took a few moments to run her eyes over *yn*'s body.

"I think this might be the one."

This time *yn* couldn't restrain herself as she threw her hands up in frustration and huffed.

"Care, you've said that about all of them."

"I'm sorry, it's not my fault you look good in everything!"

*yn* groaned in response as she shoved the curtain across the metal rod, concealing herself from Caroline once more.

"I give up." She exclaimed dramatically as she pulled the red dress over her head. "I'm just going to go with the blue one."

"If that's what it takes for you to stop whining." She heard Caroline mumble on the other side of the curtain.

"I heard that!"

The shrill ringtone of Caroline's phone rung out through the store.

"Oh sorry Elena's calling, be right back."

*yn* shook her head as she heard Caroline answer the phone and hurry out of the store. She slipped the blue dress back on over her head just as her shoulder bag began to vibrate.

She couldn't fight the small smile threatening to tug on her lips at the Caller ID.

"Well if it isn't my second favourite Salvatore brother."

"Ouch, why is it that you're always so mean to me?" Damon's amused voice slipped out through the speaker.

"Because being nice is boring." She answered as she slipped out of the change room.

"Using my own logic against me, I've taught you too well." She smiled at his words as she made her way over to the mirror.

"What are you up to? Down for a little road trip?"

"Can't sorry. Helping Caroline plan Elena's birthday party." *yn* twisted around in front of the mirror, scrutinising the dress from every angle.

"Ah yes the big eighteenth how could I forget."

"Why? Where are you going?" *yn* asked as she finally drew her attention away from the mirror.

"Tennessee."

Her brow furrowed at her answer. "Another potential Stefan victim?"

"Yep. The sheriff gave Elena another location."

"She's not going with-"

"No way. Told her I'd take it on myself."

There was a pause as *yn* glanced out the shop window to make sure Caroline was still out the front on the phone, her ears occupied and unable to listen in.

"They're going to be like the other victims, aren't they?"

"Probably."

She felt herself grow nauseous at the thought of what Damon would no doubt find in Tennessee. Even his verbal reports back to her had been enough to make her skin crawl. If there had been any doubts before if Stefan was a ripper, they were long gone by now.

"Are we ever going to tell her?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. She heard Damon let out a sigh.

"If I find him and sort him out we won't ever have to."

"Alright just- just let me know how you go ok?" Despite her best efforts she couldn't hide the concern laced through her words.

"Always do. See you at the party."

"See you at the party."

"Oh *yln*-"

Damon's voice crackled through the speaker just as her finger hovered over the button to end the call.

"Yeah?" She pressed the phone to her ear once more.

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

"Wear the red one." *yn* swore she could practically hear his smirk through the phone before he hung up.

*yn* whirled around, the phone still pressed to her ear. Her eyes darted around the store and then out through the windows that revealed the main street of Mystic Falls.

Her heart was thumping in her chest and a blush was creeping up onto her cheeks. Damon was no where to be seen.

"Ugh god Elena is still complaining about this party, I swear it's like no one wants to have fun in this town anymore- are you ok?"

*yn* turned to see Caroline staring at her, brow raised when she noticed her flushed complexion.

"Uh- yeah fine." *yn* lied, swallowing as she turned to go back into the change room.

"Ok..." Caroline studied her before turning her attention back to her phone.

She glanced up once more after a few moments to see *yn* emerging from the change room, back in her jeans and tank top. Her brow furrowed.

"I thought you were getting the blue one?"

"Yeah I um-"

*yn* glanced down at the red material clutched in her arms.

"I changed my mind."

The bass felt like it was pounding against her skull. Sweaty bodies were brushing against her on all sides. She could already feel the back of her knees start to slick with sweat as she weaved through the crowd.

Apparently this was Caroline's definition of a 'small' party. Bodies occupied every square inch of the Salvatore boarding house. Her eyes slid over the hundred or so faces. Some she recognised from school. Others she had never seen before in her life.

She smoothed down the front of her short dress as she stepped around a couple making out at the bottom of the staircase. She could feel multiple sets of eyes on her as she moved deeper into the house. The waterpolo team bunched in the corner didn't even make an attempt to look away as she walked past.

She smirked to herself. She'd shown up with the intention of looking hot, so far it seemed to be going according to plan. She surveyed the crowd once more. A flash of blonde hair caught her eye, which she instantly made a beeline for.

"Care!"

Caroline swung around at *yn*'s voice, a grin spreading across her lips as she looked her up and down.

"Oh my freaking god you look so hot." She squealed as she lurched forward and wrapped her arms her shoulders.

*yn* laughed and squeezed her tightly back. "So do you."

"Who the hell are these people?"

"Friends of friends." Caroline shrugged. *yn* raised a brow at her before turning to survey the room. Her eyes involuntarily searching for one person in particular.

"C'mon, I need a shot." Caroline announced as she grabbed *yn*'s hand and tugged her towards the drinks table.

*yn* grinned as she let Caroline lead her through the crowd.

"Is everyone here?" *yn* shouted over the thumping bass.

"I think so." Caroline shouted back, her eyes gleaming as she spotted a bottle of tequila.

*yn* turned around, her eyes scanning the crowd once more.

"Oh actually I haven't seen that reporter girl yet, what's her name - Andrea or-"

"What?" *yn*'s neck snapped back around to look at Caroline.

"Andie's coming?"

Caroline paused and glanced up at her. She had just been about to pour the clear liquid into a shot glass.

"Yeah, Damon insisted on inviting her. Poor girl probably didn't have a choice knowing him." Caroline remarked as she turned her attention back to the bottle in her hand.

"Right." *yn* swallowed. She pressed her lips into a hard line. "Yeah."

She felt sick as she glanced down at the tight red dress covering her body. She suddenly felt incredibly stupid. That for even a moment she had let herself divulge in suppressed fantasies, that she'd let herself get hopeful that something might happen with the vampire that was supposed to be nothing more than one of her good friends.

That she had let herself indulge those feelings that she had always worked so hard to deny and ignore.

"Ok here-" Caroline cut herself off, the shot in her hand for *yn* to take suspended in midair.

She studied her friend for a moment. She withheld a sigh when she saw the tears threatening to pool in *yn*'s eyes.

"Ok no." She announced, slamming the shots back onto the table. The sound made *yn* jump, her eyes focusing back on her friend.

"We are so not doing this tonight."

"Wha-"

"You are not letting your night get ruined by Damon Salvatore of all people."

"Care-" *yn* began, glancing over her shoulder quickly to make sure Damon wasn't in sight before turning back to her. "He's my friend."

"Oh please." Caroline scoffed as she folded her arms in front of her chest. "You don't think I can tell when my best friend is crushing on a guy?"

*yn* felt her cheeks redden.

"Although I've been trying to ignore it given it is Damon-"

She ignored the glare *yn* gave her. "- and I've been hoping it was just a little phase, but clearly that was wishful thinking." She sighed as she gestured to *yn* who had opened her mouth to respond.

"I've known for months, so don't even try and deny it."

*yn* clamped her mouth shut. She felt her resolve weaken under Caroline's stare.

"If you tell a soul-"

"-you'll stake me I know. Your secret's safe with me." Caroline insisted.

With that *yn* felt her shoulders slump in defeat as her barriers finally crumbled down.

"I like him. A lot." She admitted.

"I think I always knew there was something there, but I don't think I realised how much until-" She cut herself off and bit her lip as she felt her eyes begin to water.

Caroline's hard gaze softened at the sight. "Hey, it's ok." Caroline comforted her, running a hand down her arm. "Do you want to go somewhere and talk about it?"

"No." *yn* shook her head as she sniffed. "No, like you said. I don't want this to ruin my night. It's been so long since we've actually had fun."

It was true. Before Damon and Stefan returned to Mystic Falls, *yn* was the life of the party, drinking almost every weekend and staying out way past curfew - much to her parents chagrin. But now, she could barely even remember what it felt like to be drunk and let loose.

Her answer made Caroline's eyes brighten. "Exactly, and you look way too hot right now to be crying over a guy."

*yn* followed Caroline's gaze to look around the room of warm bodies. Her eyes flitted over a few guys, her confidence sparking once more when she saw their eyes were already on her.

"You could have literally anyone you want in here."

She could have anyone she wanted, except for Damon. Almost as if she could read her mind, Caroline grabbed her hand.

"Ok, in my opinion you have two options right now." Caroline continued.

"You can go and tell Damon how you feel and let it out, or-" She paused as she raised the cup up to *yn*'s face. "You can get trashed with me and forget all about stupid boys."

*yn* raised a brow, not missing the hint of bitterness in Caroline's voice. It sounded a little bit too personal to just be about Damon. She decided to let it go however, as her eyes flickered down to the red solo cup and then back at Caroline.

"Make it a double."

Caroline's grin widened, "now you're sounding like my best friend."

*yn* watched as she eagerly poured extra into her cup, internally wincing at how free handed she was being with the liquor.

"To being hot and getting drunk." Caroline toasted once she'd handed *yn* her drink.

"To being hot and getting drunk." *yn* echoed, clinking their cups together before pressing it to her lips. She winced as the liquor burned her throat. She definitely had not missed that feeling.

"Ugh, speak of the devil."

*yn* followed Caroline's gaze behind her shoulder. She twisted around to see Elena and Damon making their way down the stairs.

Damon was dressed in black jeans and a blue button down with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. He looked annoyingly hot, as usual.

The pair hadn't spotted them yet as Caroline and *yn* made their way through the crowd towards them.

"Happy birthday!" Her and Caroline chorused as they reached them.

"You look amazing." *yn* grinned as she pulled her other best friend in for a tight hug.

"Thank you, so do you. The red is hot." Elena chuckled as they pulled away from each other.

*yn* could feel Damon's eyes on her but kept her focus on Elena.

"You like?" Caroline asked her, gesturing to the party around them.

"I-" Elena cut herself off as she glanced around the room. "This is keeping it small?"

Caroline didn't answer her, instead shooting her an innocent smile.

Elena couldn't fight the grin spreading across her lips as she let out a dramatic and defeated huff, "what are we drinking?"

Caroline giggled and gripped Elena's arm and tugged her towards the drinks table.

*yn* watched them go, feeling Damon's eyes still on her. Caroline's words echoed in her head. She was right. Just because she had feelings doesn't mean she had to act weird or let it get to her. He was still her friend, first and foremost. There was no reason to change how she was around him.

She took a breath and made sure her face was the perfect picture of normalcy before turning around to meet his gaze.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself." He answered, his eyes dragging down her front before flicking up to her face.

"Nice dress."

"Thanks, I had help picking it out."

A smirk twitched up onto his lips. "Well, they've got excellent taste. They're a good friend."

Friend. The word stung more than it usually did.

She forced a smile onto her lips, "that they are."

"*yn*! Get over here we're doing birthday shots!" Elena called out to her.

*yn* glanced over her shoulder and nodded before looking back up at Damon.

"Sorry, duty calls." She shrugged innocently.

"Please." He gestured for her to go. It was then that she noticed the bottle of bourbon in his hand. "Don't let me stop you."

She shot him one last grin before making her way towards Elena and Caroline.

Damon's eyes followed her the whole way there.

"I am every parents worst nightmare." Alaric sighed. "I am the chaperone teacher from hell."

"I love high school parties." Damon grinned as he jumped up onto the ledge.

"Isn't Andie supposed to be coming?"

"10 o'clock broadcast, she'll be here in a little bit."

"Uh huh." Ric remarked as he took a deep drink. Damon's brow furrowed as he glanced up from his glass.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"What is what supposed to mean?"

"That little face you just made. Something wrong with Andie?"

"With your fake compelled girlfriend? No not at all." Ric drawled sarcastically.

"Hey it's a complicated dynamic ok."

"Or it's a distraction."

Damon's eyes narrowed even further. "Distraction from what exactly Ric?"

"Hey Mr Saltzman!" A loud voice prevented Ric from answering.

They both glanced up to see a tall, muscular guy approaching them through the door that led into the party. He was wearing a Mystic Falls High varsity jacket.

Damon frowned when he saw a flash of red behind him. He froze mid sip when he saw that flash of red belonged to *yn*'s dress.

"Jake." Alaric nodded in greeting.

Jake came to a stand still in front of them, a wide grin on his face. "*yn* told me you were chaperoning."

Then all eyes were on *yn*, who was now standing beside him. Jake's arm wrapped around her shoulders to pull her against him.

Damon felt something twist inside him.

"Had to see it for myself."

"Here I am." Alaric chuckled awkwardly.

"See I told you!" She giggled as she swayed against him. Her eyes were glassy and cheeks were flushed. A bottle in her hand.

"Badass Mr Saltzman." Jake complimented. It was then that his eyes landed on Damon. Confusion flashed across his features as he tried to place him.

"Oh Jake this is my friend." *yn* introduced, "Damon Salvatore."

Friend. It was what he was to her, the correct title to describe their relationship. But tonight, in front of this guy, it prodded something inside him. Unfurling inside him like a wasp injecting its barbed stinger into his veins.

"Salvatore... oh shit so you own this place?" Jake's eyes lit up in recognition.

"Home sweet home." Damon remarked, unable to hide the annoyance in his voice as he took a deep sip of his bourbon.

"It's dope. Sickest party location for sure." Jake complimented.

"Oi Masters!"

The group turned around to see another boy standing at the precipice of the home. "We're about to start another round, get your ass in here!"

"Beer pong." Jake explained to the group. "I'm the reigning champion." He boasted proudly. Damon rolled his eyes when Jake glanced down at *yn* for a reaction who giggled and patted his chest.

"I didn't realise we were in the presence of such a high performance athlete." He remarked earning a snort from Ric.

The liquor swishing around in Jake's stomach seemed to hinder his ability to pick up on Damon's sarcasm as he looked up and shot him another grin.

"Alright, it was nice meeting you Damon. See you in school Mr Saltzman."

Ric tilted his head in acknowledgement and Damon simply shot him a tight lipped smile.

"See you guys later." *yn* waved before bursting into a fit of giggles as Jake eagerly pulled her back inside.

Damon glanced down. His grip on his glass tightened. Jake's hand was entwined with hers.

Ric glanced between the disappearing couple and Damon.

"Careful buddy, you might break that glass."

"I hate high school jocks." Was all Damon responded with as he drained his drink and immediately reached for the bottle.

"What's his deal anyway?"

"Who? Jake Masters?" Alaric queried. He let out a scoff when Damon inclined his head.

"Uh I don't know, he's the captain of the waterpolo team. Not the greatest at history, thinks he's gods gift to women, the usual." Alaric shrugged.

Damon hummed in response. He swirled his drink in his hand absentmindedly as his eyes fixed on the doorway that *yn* and Jake had disappeared through.

"What time is Andie getting here again?" Ric asked him.

"Damon." Ric repeated after a few moments.

"What?"

Ric tried to hide his amused smirk as he studied his friend. "I said what time is Andie getting here again?"

"Oh uh-" Damon's eyes shifted back to the doorway. "11 or something." He spoke dismissively.

Almost as if they had a mind of his own, his legs pulled him up onto his feet. Unable to fight the pull to head inside anymore, he slammed his glass down. "I'm just going to go grab another drink."

Ric raised a brow and glanced at the nearly full bottle of bourbon placed between them. He smirked in amusement.

"You do that buddy."

"Oops sorry!"

Damon glared as another drunk teenager fumbled into him. He pressed the bottle to his lips and tilted his head back. His brow furrowed when the taste of bourbon didn't reach his tastebuds.

He glanced down and cursed under his breath when he saw it was empty. He tossed it to the ground before promptly plucking another bottle out of the hands of a girl passing him who looked like she was about to puke.

"No no, trust me you don't want this." He stared into her eyes, "you want to go outside and puke your guts out on the grass, not on my expensive leather couch."

He rolled his eyes as she nodded numbly and walked past him. He pressed his body against the wooden support beam, his eyes drifting over the unfamiliar faces.

"If you're looking for *yn*, I last saw her in the stoner den."

He glanced to his left to see Elena standing beside him.

"I wasn't. But thanks for the update." He answered as he pressed the new bottle to his lips.

Elena didn't need to know that he'd spent the last twenty minutes trying to find her and had now given up and decided to sulk in the corner.

"Whatever you say."

His eyes narrowed as he glared down at her. She met his gaze with an innocent smile. He resisted the urge to ask her what she meant by that, because a part of him knew exactly what she was hinting at - which had been exactly what Ric had been hinting at - and that was a conversation he wasn't exactly ready to face.

"Have fun sulking." She patted his shoulder and disappeared into the crowd. He watched her go as he took another gulp. What had started out as a fun night was quickly becoming a chore.

He stiffened when his ears detected a laugh that he knew like the back of his hand. Sure enough, it wasn't long until his eyes fell on *yn*.

He clenched his jaw when he saw that she was following after Jake Masters. He was still holding her hand, and was now leading her towards the centre of the room where a dance floor had formed.

Jake turned to *yn* and leant down, whispering in her ear as he encircled his arms around her waist. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck as the two began to move to the heavy bass.

As Jake moved, a vein in his neck pulsed out. Damon felt the veins stir under his eyes. All he needed was to sink his teeth into that vein and he could rip his head clean-

"Hasn't anyone ever taught you it's rude to stare?"

Damon ripped his eyes away from the couple, turning his steely gaze to Caroline.

"What do you want blondie." He muttered as he turned his attention back to the dance floor.

"Nothing. Just here to remind you that you are in front of hundreds of people so now is not really the time to get your dracula on."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm fine."

"Really? Because to me it looks like you're about to go rip Jake Masters head off."

Damon's gums ached at he mention of his name.

"Don't you have other things to be worried about blondie?" He sneered.

"Not really."

"Not even your little wolf boy getting it on with a leggier version of you over there?"

Caroline followed his gaze to see Tyler and none other than slutty Sophie of all people grinding on each other in the middle of the room. Caroline ground her teeth and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Doesn't bother me." Her voice raised an octave.

"You sure about that? I think that bottle is suffocating." Caroline glanced down and huffed as she loosened the grip on the wine bottle.

"This isn't about me." Caroline hissed as she turned to face him.

"This is about you admitting that seeing Jake and *yn* together is driving you crazy."

"Why would it?"

"Uh gee Damon, I don't know let me think, maybe because you have feelings for her?"

Her words were like a slap in the face. It was the first time anyone had said it out loud. Had dared to voice what they had all been thinking. All of a sudden it felt very real. Very much a possibility that Damon did indeed have feelings for his friend. He felt like the room was closing in on him.

Damon shook his head and forced a chuckle out past his lips, "sorry blondie, but you don't know what you're talking about."

"Really?" She raised her brow, "so that doesn't bother you in the slightest?"

He turned his head and his eyes found *yn*'s figure instantly. His jaw clenched and he pursed his lips.

She had turned around to press her back against Jake's. His hands were roaming her side, brushing the red fabric higher up her thighs. He was placing kisses along her neck and muttering into her ear which was making her giggle.

That single wasp inside him had now spawned into a hive, stinging him from the inside out. Right then and there, he could have ripped the heads off every single person in this room. Tear them limb from limb. Anything to get rid of this sick feeling in his stomach.

A feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, perhaps ever.

A feeling you most definitely did not have towards a friend.

"Oh is that Jake Masters with *yn*?" Elena had reappeared beside him.

"Good for her, he's so hot-"

Damon didn't hear anything else after that, because in that moment Jake had leant in and whispered into her ear once more.

"What do you say we go find somewhere quieter to talk?"

His pulse was ringing in his ears, Jake's smarmy voice slithering around in his head. His legs had moved before he had even decided to. Making a beeline for *yn*.

He had no idea what his plan was. All he knew was that if he didn't get her away from his guy, he was going to murder someone. Jealousy had never agreed with him. It made him even uglier than usual.

"I need to talk to you."

*yn* twisted around in Jake's arms, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Damon standing in front of her.

"I'm a little busy."

Damon glared at Jake behind her before his eyes flickered down to her.

"It's important."

"I'm sure it can wait." She shot back.

Jake glanced between them, his brow furrowing as he tried to understand what was going on.

"Jake-" Damon began as he locked eyes with the teenager. "Why don't you go do us proud and win another beer pong championship." He cocked his head and grinned, "and don't come back."

Jake's eyes clouded over momentarily, before he blinked and his eyes focused on *yn*.

"Will do!" Jake grinned.

"Damon!" *yn* protested. It was futile as Jake's hands slipped from around her waist. They watched as he marched towards the kitchen with a determined pace.

"What the hell." She growled as she glared up at him. "I was having fun."

"Of course you were, who wouldn't be with the reigning beer pong champion of Mystic Falls." Damon drawled as he gripped her elbow and dragged her through the crowd.

"I wasn't planning on marrying the guy." She snapped back as he led her up the stairs. "He's hot, it's a party. You do the math."

He gritted his teeth at her answer as he guided her into his bedroom.

"You're drunk."

She huffed as she stormed into the centre of the room.

He shut the door. The noise from the party underneath them was immediately dampened. Now only a dull roar, background noise that occasionally seeped in through the floorboards.

"I don't want you making a decision you'll regret tomorrow."

She inhaled sharply before swivelling around to face him. Her fists clenched at her sides.

"That's not your decision to make."

"You're right. It's not." He nodded as he stalked towards her, "but I'm the one who's going to have to pick up the pieces if you get hurt."

She let out a bark of laughter. "Get hurt? I was dancing with him not running off to get eloped."

"Well we all know where it was heading."

Her eyes narrowed at his response.

"Last time I checked you're my friend, not my parent."

Friend. There it was again. That one little noun that was causing so much heartache. So much turmoil inside him.

*yn* knew she should leave it at that. But anger and liquor never mixed well inside her. And she was hurt and confused. All she had wanted to do was distract herself from him and her feelings, yet now it seemed like she couldn't escape him.

Now she felt like she was going crazy because if she didn't know any better, she could have sworn he was jealous.

"Don't you have anything better to do? Isn't your girlfriend supposed to be here?"

Damon didn't miss the way her lips almost curled into a sneer as they formed the word.

"She's working late."

His answer made her stomach drop. Of course they were still together. How stupid could she be to even let herself think for one moment that they might have broken up, that he might-

"Right." She nodded. "Well, I appreciate the whole friend intervention thing or whatever this is." She gestured to him as she took a few steps forward. "But I'm going back to the party."

She had made it all the way past him when she felt his hand curl around her forearm, rooting her in place.

"You seem to be really enjoying using the word 'friend' tonight."

Silence fell over the pair. Her eyes fluttered shut as she inhaled shakily. She opened her eyes once more and stared at the closed door. She could feel Damon's eyes burning holes in the back of her head.

His hand was yet to leave her bare arm.

"Well that's what you are."

She remembered Caroline's words as she tried to control her nerves. She exhaled as she tried to calm her beating heart as she turned to face him.

"Right?"

She kept her gaze defiant and determined as they locked eyes. He searched her eyes, seemingly looking for something in particular.

"I don't know." He began as he took a step toward her.

His ring band was burning into her skin. Her heart hammered.

"Do friends get the urge to rip the heads off arrogant jocks who touch their other friends?"

*yn* swallowed as she held his gaze. Her mind was going at a million miles an hour. She could barely process what was happening.

"Do friends feel physically ill when they hear the word friend being used to describe their relationship?"

Another step forward. His piercing green eyes flickered down to her lips and then back to her eyes.

"Damon-"

She cut herself off as Damon's hand cradled the side of her face. His teeth captured his bottom lip as his eyes once again fell to her mouth. The pad of his thumb glided over her bottom lip.

"I don't think I want to be your friend anymore *yn*." He murmured, his voice causing goosebumps to rise on the back of her neck.

"In fact, I don't think I've hated the word as much as I do right now." He whispered as he pressed his forehead against hers.

The alcohol running through her veins was clouding her reasoning, not even giving her a chance to think about Andie or Jake, or what the implications of this in the morning would be.

But in that moment, she didn't care. All she could think about was the smell of his cologne invading her senses and the feeling of his fingers running along her hot skin. About how desperate she was to have his mouth on hers.

All it took was the slightest tilt of *yn*'s chin to connect their lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as he finally let go of her arm to bring his other hand up to her cheek, cupping her face in his hands.

Their lips moved in sync as she pressed herself against him, nearly letting out a moan at the feeling. Her hands threaded themselves through his hair as he moved one hand to ensnare her waist. His hand travelled down just as she-

"They're kissing!" The muffled voice on the other side of the door made them pull apart in surprise. She glanced over her shoulder.

"Caroline?" *yn* asked as Damon ran a hand over her lower back. Damon nodded.

"And Elena."

*yn* let out a breathy laugh as she turned back to look up at him.

"Moment ruined?" He asked, a rare smile spreading across his lips as he studied her.

"Kinda." She grinned back as she leant up to capture his lips in another kiss.

They pulled apart after a few moments, pressing their foreheads together as they caught their breaths.

"I have to say *yln*." Damon murmured, a smirk twisting up onto his lips.

"I love not being your friend."

I love this fic, it's been so long since I've just done a stand alone fic!!! As always, feedback is always appreciated. Please give it back here x

[thegoldencontracts]

Too Late!

You and Azul are texting each other one day when he accidentally sends you some more honest texts.

Note/Warnings: Azul/Reader, fluff with a smidgen of angst (specifically Azul insecurities, he gets comforted tho)

You loved Azul. A lot. You'd been dating him for quite a while now, after all. But you couldn't deny that it felt like he was a bit- formal with you, to say the least. Sometimes, it felt like he was playing the role of a perfect boyfriend in a Romance Novel's screen adaptation. How did he really feel? Was he happy to be somewhere, or was he just playing along so that the other students in his dorm could see how attractive and understanding he was while they seethed in envy at the fact that they were single and he wasn't?

Which was why when Azul slipped up one day when you were texting, you were very, very happy about it.

It was a boring evening, like always. You were texting Azul, complaining about your homework while lounging in your bed like always. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Zuzuuu <3: You know, if you'd like, I'd be happy to assist with your homework. It'll even be on the house, just for you.

Me: cant believe im dating a capitalist mf /lh

Me: really tho, tysmmm for helping <3 I don't deserve u bbg...

And then, something completely out of the ordinary happened.

Zuzuuu <3: how could you say that you're literally so perfect? I love you so much I keep doodling you bc you're so. Pretty. I simp so hard for you plz never say that again <3

At first, you wondered if Floyd wrote the text as a joke. It was pretty in character for him, after all. But that didn't make sense. This wasn't Floyd's way of texting, nor did it even attempt to imitate Azul's. When Floyd was in the mood to prank someone, he put in the effort to make it good.

Whatever. You took a screenshot of the message so you could treasure it forever. And lucky you, because right after you did, the message was deleted.

Zuzuuu <3: Please don't say such things about yourself, even for comedic purposes.

He was not being slick with that. You sent a text in response, giggling all the while.

Zuzuuu <3: Regardless, would you like to come over later today?

Me: Real slick hehe... Plz show me ur doodles of me they probably look so good bc you're good at art just like everything else somehow

After a while, Azul replied.

Zuzuuu <3: I don't know what you're referring to. Regardless, would you like to come over?

As much as you wanted to press, you decided not to. Too much pressing would just make Azul clam up more. You'd just have to get him in person, where it'd be harder for him to run away when you showed him the screenshot.

Me: Sureee! Heading over right now

And so, you set out for Octavinelle, evidence in hand. You were going to make him admit he sent that text.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By the time you got to Azul's room, you had everything planned out. He wasn't usually so candid with you, and he was clearly ashamed of it when he was. You were going to figure out why.

You knocked on the door, and Azul opened it, letting you in.

"Come in," he said, tone even more formal than usual, by some miracle.

"Thanks," you said, taking a seat.

"So, about that text-"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Azul said, quick to cut you off.

"So quick to interrupt, Azul!" You said with a mock-pout, before grinning as you pulled up the screenshot on your phone. "But I think you do."

First, Azul's mouth hung open in shock. Then, his whole face turned red, lip quivering as a high-pitched whine left his mouth. Then, he moved to snatch the phone from your hands.

You narrowly dodged, and you couldn't resist sticking out your tongue at him.

"Too slow!" You laughed as he tried to grab the phone from you again, only to fail even more without the element of surprise on his side, because for all of Azul's many strengths, speed wasn't one of them.

"Delete that at once!" He shrieked, voice cracking in the middle.

He kept trying to grab it for a while, before finally giving up.

"Fine, fine," he grumbled, pouting like a kid. Cute. "You win. Are you satisfied now?"

"Very," you said, "because I get to see you. Your actual thoughts. Not just the ultra-filtered version."

Azul scoffed at that, seemingly in disbelief, though you saw the way he stifled a smile.

"Don't flatter me," he said. "My 'true thoughts' are not something you'd want to see in the slightest. Merely a more pathetic, messy version of what I already tell you."

"And that's precisely why I want to hear it," she said. "You sound so perfect all the time that I wonder whether you're really being honest with me, you know. It's just so refreshing to see you be gushy and candid about things. And pretty cute."

"How odd," he said, before turning to you with a face more genuine. "Thank you. For what little it's worth, I'll try to be a tad more honest with you. I can't promise anything, though."

You smiled.

"That's all I ask."

And really, truly, that was enough.

Bonus:

"So, how'd you learn so much internet lingo? Never took you for that kinda guy."

"I'm in the board games club with Idia Shroud. What did you expect?"

[gay-dorito-dust]

If your requests are open, I would like to request Koby x reader where Koby confesses and the reader accepts (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Koby, my sweet sweet boy. Kisses and cuddles for my pink haired sweetheart. 💕💐

Once Koby comes to terms that no, it’s not normal for friends to get shy with each other, sweaty palms, flustered cheeks, have constant daydream about holding their hand and going on cute dates together and that he was in fact 100% in love with you. The poor boy becomes even more flustered -if that was even possible- and it certainly doesn’t help when Helmeppo teases him whenever your nearby, driving his elbow into his pink haired friends side, before gesturing to where you were standing once he had got Koby’s attention; Not bothering to hide the growing smirk across his smug face upon seeing how obvious it was that Koby liked you beyond a platonic sense.

‘It’s cute.’ Helmeppo said to Koby one day, catching his attention, the pinkette could clearly hear that there was something more in Helmeppo’s words.

‘What’s cute?’ He’d ask, brows pinched.

‘Your obvious infatuation with our dear y/n.’ Helmeppo responded smugly when he saw how quickly Koby’s cheeks become cherry red, that Helmeppo swore it had to be the fastest he’s ever seen in his life to the point where he couldn’t help but laugh much to his friends expense.

‘Is it that obvious?’ Koby asked in a state of panic, a sense of dread overtook him as his mind began to dangerously overthink every interaction he ever had with you leading up to this very moment, searching for any possible indication where he might’ve accidentally slipped up and gave you a hint about liking you. But nothing came up and yet that only made him panic even more. ‘Do you think that they know I like them?!’ Koby added.

‘Keep this up and I’m certain they will if they haven’t already.’ Helmeppo retorted sarcastically, but upon seeing the state that his friend was in because of some lighthearted teasing, he sighed and decided to offer him a little bit of advice. ‘If you like them as much as you claim, then why are you over complaining this for yourself?’ King remained silent and Helmeppo took that as his cue to continue. ‘Love shouldn’t have to be this complicated and if even the mere idea of y/n possibly knowing you like them causes you this much distress, then do you truly have what it takes to be in a long term committed relationship with them to begin with?’

Helmeppo’s words had give Koby a much needed wake up call as he decided then and there that he wouldn’t allow himself to be the reason he didn’t try to make an effort and confess to you, for if he were to loose you to someone else then the pinkette would have no one to blame but himself and therefore proving Helmeppo right. So instead of wasting any more time waiting for the perfect moment to confess like he wanted, Koby decided that if he were to pick a time to confess, then it would have to be now whilst he still had the courage and determination flowing through his veins.

So off Koby went, cherry red cheeked and all, to find you and when he did finally find you, you were all on your own and without warning the poor boy felt his chest tighten, his hands sweating, his uneven breathing as every aspect of his body told him to go back the way he came and try another day. But Koby promised himself that he would stop running away when the things that lie ahead of him felt too big for him to overcome as Helmeppo’s words came back to haunt him as he stared at you like a lovesick puppy.

‘Love shouldn’t have to be this complicated and if even the mere idea of y/n possibly knowing you like them causes you this much distress, then do you truly have what it takes to be in a long term committed relationship with them to begin with?’

Koby steeled himself, taking a deep breath in then exhaling it, before making his way towards you as he mentally battles himself from overthinking everything and potentially ruining a good thing before it even began. ‘Hey y/n.’ He greeted a tad stiffly but you smiled at him softly none the less, making his cheeks heat up once again.

‘Hey Koby, what can I do you for?’ You asked and Koby almost forgot his words for a brief moment upon hearing your voice, before finally recomposing himself by coughing into his hand and straightening his posture. ‘May I take a moment of your time and get something that I’ve been meaning to get off chest?’ He asked meekly as you immediately stood up to close some distance between you and Koby -causing him to squeal internally at the close proximity- before resting your hands reassuringly upon his arms.

‘Of course you can Koby, you know you can come to me if anything is bothering you because I’m your friend remember?’ You told him.

‘That’s part of the problem y/n, I don’t want us to just be friends anymore.’ Koby stated as he watched your face drop and felt you remove your hands from his arms, when his hands instantly went to hold your face as to keep you from moving further away from him out of the hurt you were feeling and smiled softly at you. ‘What I meant by that was I can’t continue pretending that I’m keeping my feelings at bay for the sake of preserving what we have as friends.’ Koby started. ‘When what I really want is for us to be more then that, because what I feel for you goes well beyond the boundaries of what’s considered a platonic relationship.’

‘What do you feel for my Kody?’ You asked, already having your answer prepared.

‘Love.’ Kody replied simply. ‘I feel love towards everything you do and everything that you are, so much so that I can’t go to sleep without thinking of the tender smile that graces your face, nor the sweetest laugh that leaves your lips but remains firmly in my mind. Just so that I may never forget it’s beautiful sound if I ever were to find myself lost within the chaos of my own mind.’ He finishes, feeling good that he was finally able to get everything off of his chest but that quickly changed to worry when he looked for your reaction.

You didn’t give him one as you were quick to press a kiss to his cherry red cheeks that felt warm beneath your lips before pulling away with a smitten smile that mirrored his. ‘I love you too Koby.’ You said softly but that was all the pinkette needed to hear for his heart to sore. A simple confession was enough to sweep him off his feet, had you added more onto it and Koby would’ve sworn he’d pass out if that kiss wasn’t going to.

Needless to say Helmeppo was happy that his advice helped push Koby in the right direction but did you guys really have to be all cutesy whilst his single ass was right there? The audacity. He helps his mate get the person of his dreams and this is the thanks he gets?

He’s kidding, he’s really happy for the both of you.

[makemeimmortalwithahug]

How Could You Think, Darling, I'd Scare So Easily?

Painland Week Day 2 - Myths/Legends

Charles/Edwin - post-canon

y'all remember how I said a few days ago that day 2 for @painlandweek was almost finished? Yeah,, when I went to bed two nights ago, this fic had 500 words. When I woke up again, I thought, hey, just write another 500 words and get back to it to flesh it out sometime later. Yeah, I finished this at 3am and it turned out to be *checks word count* almost 4000 words! Whoops?

Word count: 3726

ao3 link will be added

Title is from Hozier's "Francesca"

TW: body horror (Charles changing forms)

summary:

Hell has made them stronger together, Edwin is sure of that. It has, however, also made Charles anxious to leave Edwin alone for longer periods of time. When Charles doesn't return home for hours and neither Crystal nor Edwin know where he might be, everything leads to a familiar witch who wants to find out how strong the bond between the two ghosts really is when tested.

It had been exactly two months, three weeks and five days since they escaped Hell, found and lost enough to last another lifetime or two and realised the possibility of relative peace existed for them in the form of a trans-dimensional being who had never learnt what “tranquillity” even meant. Edwin agreed that most times, there was too much paperwork to be done to even try to achieve some peace of mind. 

For the most part, though, it was just an excuse. In reality, Edwin struggled with the idea that he could stop running now. After decades of looking over his shoulder, it took an immense amount of effort to direct his gaze at what’s in front of him.

Looking ahead now, all Edwin could see was the empty office, dust dancing over the furniture. The boxing gloves lay forgotten on a table near the entrance door and the football Charles always played with inside despite how much Edwin complained haphazardly rolled under the couch. Everything was still and that was only the beginning of the long list Edwin formulated in his mind of Things That Were Wrong.

Exhibit B: Charles was nowhere to be found. Which, while not particularly sitting right with Edwin, was not an unusual occurrence these days. Charles spent a lot of time with Crystal, helping her get used to her new flat or just keeping her company, watching movies. Crystal always made sure to extend her invitation to Edwin as well and he agreed every once in a while, sitting next to Charles on Crystal’s small but cosy couch, thighs touching. He also enjoyed his time spent with Crystal. She had grown on him and he was quite glad to call her his friend. Edwin lent her the detective novels he loved and in return he listened to what she called “podcasts” about psychology. 

But even so, he knew that the needling to “come over to hers with me, yeah, mate? The movie’s s'posed to be aces” was solely Charles’ doing because he did not like letting him out of his sight ever since Hell. This resulted in Charles excessively checking in on him via mirror every few hours, which most times was met by Edwin with a fondly annoyed eye roll. Edwin was quick to give in when confronted with Charles’ pleading eyes. It was not like he was any different in that regard. Spending time with them was no hardship whatsoever and Edwin had to admit that he found it quite sweet how Charles would look after him.

Which brought him to exhibit C: Charles had been gone for more than five hours and had not checked in on Edwin once in this time. Which had Edwin more worried than was probably warranted. Charles would be just fine, he was sure. He would just take a quick trip to Crystal’s and then he could calmly get back to his work for the Night Nurse. 

Edwin stood up and put the files under their paperweight. Mirror travel had been one of the most fascinating aspects of being a ghost. It required to be precise and focused while not putting any strain on his energy. It took just a fraction of a second until he found himself standing in the middle of Crystal’s living room.

“Holy fuck!” The resounding thump alerted Edwin to their psychic who was clutching her shoulder that she probably hit against the door frame she was currently leaning against, mouth twisted in pain and eyes wide with shock and irritation. “Edwin! How many times do we have to have this conversation until it sticks?”

“Yes, yes, no sudden mirror jumping into your room. I know.” Edwin pursed his lips, looking around. Better get to the point quickly.  “Is Charles here?”

“No, he isn’t. I don’t know where loverboy is, why?”

“He is not home either, has he said anything?”

Crystal flopped down on her couch. “Well, he said he wanted to come ‘round today to help me fix the sink but he didn’t show.” Reaching onto the coffee table for her phone, she checked the time. “Yeah, Charles said he’d be here around two.”

Edwin felt his stomach lurch in anxiety. It was half past five. A chilled silence filled the room as they looked at each other in question.

“Let me grab my jacket.”

“Doesn’t seem any different, right?” 

The agency lay completely untouched, nothing out of the ordinary. Normally, this would ease Edwin’s nerves, seeing as it was his sanctuary, his safe space along with Charles. Now, though, this also meant that there were no clues as to where Charles had gone. 

“Quite,” he agreed. Walking in circles around their desk, he eventually walked up to the window and peered outside. “Maybe there is something outside, he didn’t leave through the mirror.” 

They made their way downstairs, Crystal barely holding onto the railing to not slip on the steps in her hurry while Edwin simply opted to let himself fall through the floor to get to the entrance door as soon as possible. The night creeped in steadily, the shadows growing longer, twisting at their ankles. Their office was located a little off the beaten path, but not too far. When they first started flat-hunting, they were conscious that they had to balance on an incredibly fine line of finding a place just secluded enough to not bear the brunt of the daily London tourism but also don’t attract anyone who might be searching for lost places to scout out. 

This resulted in a beautiful view from their window but dark alleyways that led to seemingly nowhere, cobblestones streets with missing stones and cracks in them. The walls towered over them here, making it harder to distinguish the darkening sky from the roofs and edges. Their living neighbour had hung their bed sheets on the washing lines on the balcony and whenever Edwin blinked and tried to bring his eyes back into focus, they reminded him of David the Demon when they first exorcised him. 

It was dark, dirty and daunting. Nothing looked to be amiss. Except, of course, for the backpack that was sloped against the gutter. Edwin snatched it up and true enough: Charles’ bag of tricks. The straps showed various scratches and the top was stained. Decidedly not a condition Charles would leave his most prized possession in. Crystal was aware of this as well and carefully reached out to read it.

The few seconds that passed while Crystal’s eyes turned white and she stared into the distance were the most agitating of his existence.

Crystal gasped, letting the bag fall to the floor again, supporting herself on her knees. Edwin crouched next to her with his hands fluttering around her, not exactly knowing what he was supposed to do to help her. 

Resurfacing, she stood up again, shooting Edwin a small grateful smile that quickly blinked away again.

“Esther’s back,” she announced and tucked her jacket tighter around her. “She ambushed him here and took him.”

And Edwin’s world broke into pieces, shattering from the sky onto the puddle-ridden street and breaking the moonshine.

He didn’t say anything at first, every word vanished from his mind.

“I might know where they are, though. Or, I can find out.”

“How?” His voice sounded rough - harsh, but Crystal didn’t get angry. She knew that this was not borne of anger but sheer gripping despair.

“She had a business card on her and when Charles tried to defend himself, he caught a glimpse.”

This, more than anything, gave Edwin the determination needed to hoist the backpack onto his shoulder.

“Let us not waste any time, then. Do you think this internet you have might be of help?”

“For sure, Edwin,” she answered, petting his shoulder.

If Edwin hadn’t been out of his mind worrying about Charles, leaving him with sparsely any mental capacities to think about anything else, then he could have admitted that Coupeville, Washington was a tranquil but charming little town. With its little art stores and cafes, it gave a delightfully unassuming appearance.

Edwin hated every moment. For the sake of not leaving Crystal alone - he tried to silence the voice in his head that whispered you couldn’t take care of Charles either -, he had suffered through another flight, a ferry and multiple train rides. 

Crystal huffed as she dragged her suitcase up the stairs.

“She couldn’t have been less creative, huh? Relocating one ferry-ride away.” Which was true. Port Townsend could be reached in less than an hour. 

Personally, he could not care less whether she called this town or the bloody Empire State Building her home. All he cared about was getting Charles back as soon as possible.

They quickly checked into a hotel to get rid of the suitcase. Insisting that she had slept enough while travelling, they immediately headed to the address that Crystal had found out using the business card - a brewery. 

It must have been well visited only a few weeks ago, the dust had not properly set yet. But the lights were out and the doors were barricaded. Quickly nodding at Edwin, Crystal got on the way to find a window she could climb through while Edwin seized the opportunity to phase through the doors. Darkness enveloped him and he could not hear a single sound. 

He slowly made his way across the reception area, trying to get a feeling for how big the building really was and where Esther might have been hiding in here. If there was actually any connection to Charles’ disappearance and this place, anyway. But Edwin couldn’t stop and think about this very real possibility. 

Focusing on his surroundings, he noticed suspicious lines behind a grandfather clock on his left. And sure enough, upon examining them up close, there was a small door hidden behind it. Anxious excitement coursed through his body and he waited impatiently for Crystal’s arrival. 

“Searched for the entrance for celebrities, did you?”

“Shut it. Let’s move this clock.”

Despite taking a few tries, at last they found themselves faced with the entirety of the door. The handle was made out of iron, but Edwin didn’t hesitate to grab it despite the pain and the indignant screech Crystal let sound. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind? You might still need that hand.”

“Irrelevant and inaccurate, I won’t lose it by touching iron for a few seconds, do not be silly. And regardless, Charles does matter more right now.” He tried to hide the red swelling on his palm but he was not ignorant enough to think that Crystal actually hadn’t noticed.

“A plan is needed. I would suggest you wait here, in case Esther is not here and tries to surprise us.” 

“Alright.” Crystal nodded. “Don’t do anything stupid, yeah? Charles wouldn’t forgive anyone if you got hurt.”

Least of all himself went unsaid but they both heard it all the same. 

Edwin inclined his head, opened the door and went inside.

The room unfolding in front of him was surprisingly spacious but shockingly empty except for the enormous carpet. Sliding onto his knees, he felt the cloth and without a doubt: laced with magic. It was easy enough to counter the spell that acted as both a means to soundproof and seal without a lock whatever lay underneath it. 

Moving it aside, he was faced with a basement and without a second thought, jumped down.

Like a moth to a flame, Edwin’s eyes immediately found Charles in the completely dark room. 

“Charles,” he breathed, the name echoing off the walls like a prayer. 

Charles was slumped against the far wall, hands in cuffs mounted next to head which was lolling unoriented. When he finally looked up, Edwin was met with a disbelieving smile. But before Edwin could reciprocate, a look of blinding terror coloured Charles’ face pale.

“Edwin!” he hissed, pulling at his cuffs which brought tears to his eyes in pain. “Please, please leave, Edwin, she’s after you.” 

Edwin didn’t even think about leaving without Charles. All it took was the span of a blink and Edwin fell to his knees beside him, trying to find magical leeway for him to put the cuffs out of action, but to his dismay he realised that Esther had reinforced her strategy, not just opting for simple iron but also a curse. 

“What? What do you mean by that?” he asked, only half listening as he mentally flipped through all the knowledge he had on this kind of magic.

“She,” Charles began, coughing, “She said she was impressed that we escaped last time. She wants to get rid of me first and see how much it’d raise your pain level to drain you again. Put a curse on me too, in case you showed up.”

That got Edwin’s attention. “What?! Do you feel alright? What kind of curse?” 

“Eh.” Charles’ head lolled to the side again, as if he was losing consciousness. “She wants to try sacrificing me and if you tried to rescue me, I’d turn in all kinds of horrible beasts. Wouldn’t want to hold onto me then, she said. Wants to see how far you’d go.” 

“Charles, Charles!” Edwin held him by the shoulders, careful not to jostle him. “I’d go anywhere for you, do you understand? A curse is not going to stop me.”

But Charles was barely there anymore, teetering on the edge of oblivion. “S’ planned for t’morrow. I won’t blame you for letting go, mate, you were scared for so long, don’t need any more of that, yeah?” And then he fell into something close to sleep but what most likely resembled unquiet rest.

There was nothing he could do against the cuffs, not with no grasp on what exact kind of magic he was dealing with and no idea how much time he had left until Esther would show up.

Edwin put a hand to Charles’ cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold onto you, Charles, stay strong.”

With one last glance to his love, he began climbing back out of the basement.

Upon reading up on locations with magical and sacrificial history in Washington, Edwin concluded that their best chance was a secluded part of coastline, the stony beach along with the clear view of the sky providing the perfect atmosphere. 

Edwin and Crystal were hiding in the underwood, watching Esther where she was standing near the shore, when suddenly, something moved right in front of them. 

Crystal gasped. “Did- did the path just move?”

Quickly, he shushed her. “No, there is no path,” he whispered, “there is only the beach. That is a snake.”

True enough: a black snake slithered up to the ritual circle Esther had set up. This snake was even bigger than the one in Esther’s house in Port Townsend and tied to its back, there was Charles.

“Okay,” he said softly, “wish me luck.”

Consolingly, Crystal put her hand on his shoulder. “You don’t need luck. Go get him. I’ll deal with Esther.”

They stood up and sneaked closer. From a safe distance, Crystal started tapping into her powers. Edwin trusted her, therefore he turned to Charles straight away. 

Edwin had also found a remedy for the cuffs’ curse, which made it easy to pull him off, hugging him close and making it just far enough away to give Crystal the opportunity to handle the snake.

Tightening his arms around Charles, who was panting against his neck, it didn’t take long until he could feel Charles’ body morph. 

When Charles told him that he’d turn into various beasts, Edwin had thought about what he had been afraid of when he was still alive. After seventy years in Hell, any scary children’s story he had heard lost its appeal. When he was ten, his neighbour’s children had told him a story about Spring-heeled Jack who’d haunt the streets of London but also other areas of Britain. They told him about his terrifying looks with his claws, jumping at passersby to scratch them and then back into the night. 

Thinking back now, though, Edwin would gladly face a hundred variations of Spring-heeled Jack all alone if it meant that Charles would be safe and sound in their office come next morning.

“I’ve got you, Charles,” he mumbled. He didn’t respond and as Edwin looked up at him, he came face-to-face with a doll version of Charles, his eyes unseeing and mouth twisted in a numb smile, a hollow feeling to his body. Edwin could see his own face reflected in Charles’ eyes, unease boiling slowly under his skin. Where Charles’ hold on him had been strong and desperate only moments ago, now it was stiff and felt like porcelain. Edwin’s fear of dolls was real and tangible but he was far more scared of letting Charles go and shattering him on the stones.

He pressed Charles closer to him.

He stayed in this form for a while until Edwin felt a shift again. This time, Charles resembled the demon that had dragged Edwin to Hell. He was a familiar sight albeit an unpleasant one, so Edwin just put his forehead to Charles’ shoulder and waited it out, the haze around them slowly dissipating.

Next was the thing one of his demons had traded him to. He maintained that it was worse than a demon, for the simple reason that there were characteristics one could apply to a demon, it was possible to create a definition and know what to expect when one encountered a demon. This thing, however, was less a physical form and more a foreboding. The feeling deep in the bones that something horrible was imminent and no matter how hard one would try to work against it, failure was predestined. A looming presence - a threat. There was a voice in the back of the mind, whispering knowingly about every mistake he ever made and it was all your fault, right? Niko dying, Charles getting hurt, Crystal being dragged along to all of this, having been in Hell? But you don’t need me to tell you that, you already think so.

It was a sick trick and his only enemy in this was his own mind. But Edwin had grown, he had realised that thinking something didn’t have to reflect reality. And while he did blame himself for all these things from time to time, it was a passing sorrow. None of the people involved in these thoughts would want him to condemn himself and after his second time in Hell, Edwin had understood that he needed to show himself self-respect as well. Hell was an error Edwin had had no control over.

He did, however, have control over not letting Charles fear that he would be afraid enough to leave him. Because he was quite sure that underneath these appearances, Charles was conscious of what was happening and scared out of his mind.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “It’s alright.”

The fourth form was the spider-doll-demon. Its many arms were gripping Edwin’s back, the dolls’ heads pressing into his chest and neck. Edwin tried to slow his breathing. He spent more than seventy years running away from this demon and being so close to it was associated with blinding pain, being torn apart over and over again. 

Maybe now was the time to finally stop running and face his fear head-on. And so he looked straight at it, staring lovingly beneath its surface where he knew Charles was.

One second to the other, the demon was gone. There was no other figure, but Edwin still felt Charles’ presence and he tensed up at once, realising what this particular fear resembled: Charles was invisible, gone from his sight. No means for him to see him again, the only thing left for him to do was anxiously grip where Charles’ shoulders were supposed to be and not let Charles jerk away if he saw the horror on Edwin’s face. This was the only shape that compelled Edwin to screw his eyes shut. 

Time passed until he felt Charles change one more time. This was the only one not tailored specifically to one of Edwin’s fears and it showed him that he had been right in assuming where Esther had drawn her inspiration for this act from.

Charles resembled a burning coal, the heat licking at Edwin’s skin. He embraced him tightly, stood up with him and dragged him into the water. Below the surface, he could see Charles turning back into himself, his bright eyes the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Nothing had ever felt as right as holding Charles in his arms.

Bubbles appeared in front of Charles’ mouth even though he didn't need to breathe and Edwin erupted spontaneously into laughter at the ridiculous sight of Charles trying to speak underwater. Despite being in the water, he felt himself get teary-eyed. He didn’t even try to fool himself into thinking that they would not both be sobbing messes as soon as they resurfaced. But for now all he needed to do was drink in Charles’ smile.

Back on the shore, Crystal was busy brushing off her jeans.

“Boys!” she yelled as soon as she saw them, running towards them and pulling them both into a hug at the same time. “Esther’s gone, let’s hope for good.”

“Yeah,” Charles whispered, putting one arm around Edwin’s hips. 

Crystal pulled back, smiling knowingly but in a comforting way. “So glad you’re both alright. I’ll go check to make sure no one here accidently saw me fighting a huge snake and a witch. Meet me at the hotel, yeah?” With that, she walked back in the direction of the trees. 

Charles turned to Edwin, smiling shyly. “So, you kept holding me,” he stated.

“Nothing has ever been easier, Charles.” He put his hands on Charles’ shoulders again. They fit so well there.

They hugged once more.

“You know,” Edwin mused, playing with Charles’ hair, “it was like Tam Lin.”

“Mhh?” Charles mumbled, he sounded tired. “What’s that?”

“A legendary Scottish ballad. Not letting your love go, no matter what.”

“Oh.” Charles’ eyes were wide. “Does that one end in tragedy too?”

Edwin smiled. “No, it ends precisely like this.” And Charles’ smile was brilliant as he leaned in and kissed Edwin.

[imahinatjon]

Maintenance

Chuuya x Reader

Sensitive topics heavily implied!!!

As a member of the port Mafia, you were no stranger to loosing friends, comrades, though it was usually a result of the job.

In your personal life though... yeah, it was pretty much the same situation, with a few tweaked details.

You've always had a hard time making friends, and keeping them. You always assume its your fault.

It could be a number of other things. Poor choice in friends, you not doing enough to keep the friendship going, them not doing enough to keep the friendship going, drifting apart, personalities that just don't mesh, among other things of the sort.

Even when you find all these reasons, you still arrive to the same conclusion. It's all your fault.

But, you found a solution, a way to stop your friends from leaving you.

Over the years, you found that acts of service help. Doing things for these people, agreeing with these people, letting them dump their emotional baggage on you, buying things for them (even when you weren't in a good enough financial situation for it)

Ultimately, you found, the only way you could keep your friends around was to do whatever they wanted you to.

If only you hadn't been so wrong.

When Chuuya first joined the Mafia, he didn't know you, and you didn't know him. You were just some other underling, you worked for so and so doing such and such, he'd only occasionally pass you in the hallway.

Still, he had the biggest crush on you. You were just so beautiful, to pretty, so sweet. You seemed out of place in the Mafia headquarters.

The more he thought about you, the more you started appearing. Like that strange phenomenon when you first notice someone, and then suddenly you see them everywhere.

He wasn't complaining.

He saw how you were with some of your comrades, woman and men, you were always running around, doing things for them, following them wherever they wanted you to go. He didn't think much of it until he got brave enough to approach you and the group of 'friends' you had made a few years later.

"Ah, damn, I don't have enough for lunch! And I was really craving a pizza today too!" One of the woman whined, that's when you perked up, meekly raising your hand, as though you needed permission to speak, their attention went to you.

"I-i could always go and get you something if you like? I have enough on me"

That was nice of you.

"Really?! That would be great! Seriously, your such a life saver YN" she accepted your offer and praised you. And you ate it up with a bright smile and ran off to god knows where.

Once you were out of earshot, he heard the woman snicker

"See, if you want her to do anything, just make her feel bad for you! Pretend your injured, or sick, or that you have no money! Hell, she'll do anything if you so much as say you've had a bad day"

Chuuya froze. What? It was like some teen drama show - the overly kind, energetic friendly girl being taken advantage of by the meaner more callous popular one (Not that she was popular, Chuuya didn't even know her name, nor did he want to)

Well, if that's what it was gonna be like- he'd just become your Knight in shining armor!

If only it was that easy.

You'd come back rather quickly, almost like you'd ran, and handed the food over, the group thanking you, patting your head like dog before they up and left you standing there. You didn't have anything. Left on your own to go hungry for the day because you spent what you had on someone else.

So chuuya introduced himself. And he took you out to lunch.

It was the start of what should have been a beautiful friendship. But you were incredibly dense, and you treated chuuya the same way you treated everyone else, albeit with more effort because he never asked for anything.

And that made you nervous. You didn't know what you could do for him. So you did everything, to the point that everyone knew, and you eventually got assigned to become his 'secretary' of sorts. His personal lackey. Why bother giving anyone else the position when you were there doing it all anyway?

And Chuuya HATED this arrangement. But he couldn't say anything, not when you looked so happy to be working with him.

It takes a few more years before he's ready to tell you that he has feelings for you. He doesn't know what's been stopping him. Perhaps he was worried you didn't feel the same. He wouldn't put it past you to agree to date someone just because they asked, because you felt like you had to.

But then - then you got a boyfriend. Some guy he didn't know, and didn't really want to know.

You'd talk Chuuya's ear off about this man all day long, not singing his praise, but... complaining? It was refreshing, to see you not speaking so highly of someone, but it was also concerning as to the state of your relationship.

Your boyfriend disregarded your feelings, ignored what you said. But you'd tell Chuuya it was okay, because sometimes he just 'forgot'. He never spent much money on you either, which was fine, you didn't expect it. But chuuya distinctly remembers one day in the office watching you pace back and forth because you didn't have enough money for your boyfriends birthday gift - he'd been asking for it for months now, and you couldn't afford it.

Of course chuuya gave you the money for it. And of course you paid him back when he asked you not too.

After a few months Chuuya told you that you had to break up with him, for your own good. But you refused.

"You have no right to tell me that"

He didn't see you much after that. It broke his heart.

But not as much as it did weeks later when you came crying to him in his office. It was about your boyfriend - ex boyfriend now.

Chuuya once spoke about the future with you, where you saw yourself- married? Kids? You said you never wanted kids.

But now you come to him, a small white stick in your hand and tears running down your face. He sits you down and asked what happend.

"H-he didn't want to use... he didn't want to use protection. I asked him too, but he said it felt better without it. He said he'd leave me. So I - I let him..." Chuuya understood what you were saying, and it made his blood boil, he was ready to comitt murder in your name. But then you said something else that worried him.

"Then I..." You couldn't finish the sentence as you handed him the stick you came in with. Chuuya wasn't stupid. He knew what this was. It was the last thing you wanted.

"What are you going to do?" He finally asked.

You didn't answer him, instead leaning and resting your head on his shoulder.

You were tired. So he would let you sleep.

You left after a few hours, and came back a week later. A happy go lucky smile on your face as you ran around doing all the tasks you needed to do plus a few extras on the side. You weren't all there of course, smile faltering ever so slightly when you thought no one was looking. When no one would notice.

But Chuuya noticed. Of course he did. He was always looking. He always has been.

He let's you settle back into life, before he even considers thinking about you romantically again. He's cautious, he doesn't want to hurt you.

But eventually it gets too much. Your acts of service, you keep buying him things. It's too much! He should be the one doing that for you. And he tells you as much.

"But why? That's not... you job?" You asked him.

"It's not yours either"

You think you understand, and you panic - have you been doing too much all this time? You thought that was how friendships were supposed to work.

"You don't... you don't need to keep doing things for me. I want to be the one doing things for you!" He exclaimed, infront of many onlookers. "I want to be the one spoiling you, buying you presents, taking you out to eat, be someone you can lean on, talk to, tell all your problems" he continued further.

"I want to hold your hand. I want to see your face every day, I want to be close to you, and I want you to stop thinking you have to do things for me because you don't have to do anything other than be yourself"

"I didn't fall in love with what you could do for me, I didn't fall in love with the material items you brought me, I just fell in love with you, everything else be damned"

"You...fell in love with me?"

"Of course I did. How could I not"

"Well... i could think of one or two reasons" you tried to joke

"Just shut up. You have no idea how much it hurt, how much I hated myself for not being able to stop others from using you, how much it felt like I was also using you. And I don't want to use you, I just want to be with you... that's all"

"I..." You couldn't hide the shy grin coming to your face. It was out of character for Chuuya, especially infront of so many people to say such things, it was also cheesy. But... it meant to world to you. Chuuya loved you. And a part of you, the part of you you had been trying for so long to push down loved him too.

"You said you love me..." You whispered "you really said you love me!" You said a little louder

"I mean... well... yea, I guess I did"

You couldn't stop yourself from rushing forward to hug him, hiding your face in his shoulder

"You have... no idea how happy that makes me"

"I'd like to tell you how much i love you every day... if you'll let me?"

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Ehhhh, the endings not really doing it for me I'm afraid. I wanted so badly to write a bad ending, but that wouldn't have been very comforting.

Not that Chuuya did a whole lot of comforting until the end... sorta.

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Wedding Bells (Vash x Bride!Reader)

Plot: You didn't really think too hard about your wedding day, planning to perhaps sign a paper and then go celebrate with drinks, but both you and Vash had made a promise to Lena and Granny to include them and once Meryl and Milly found out, the event took on a life of its own.

Series: [prequel - Wedding Bells], [Part 1 - Little Feet], [Part 2 - Pitter-Patter]

Pairing: Vash x Bride!Reader

Raiting: Everyone

Tags: post-Trimax (no major spoiler), fluff, happy ending, wedding, found family, love of your life

Word count: 3k

Author's Note: I went with a slightly "nontraditional" approach, mixing different wedding customs together as that's partially how I imagine things on No Man's Land to be (a blend of different Western (sorry) traditions), but I did lean more pagan and Celtic since I am self indulgent.

This has gotten a bit out of hand. You think to yourself as you look out the window at Kasted City. You can't believe how much the city has changed since you were last here. Repairs have been made, and everything looks as good as new. The last scars left by the bandit infestation have been wiped away completely. The city is thriving once again. You stand in the middle of the room on a chair, and the narrow window only reveals a small glimpse of the landscape. You lean forward, trying to see more, but immediately get pricked by a sharp needle.

"Ow!" you complain before settling back.

"I have told you time and time again to stand still! Stop fidgeting so much!" Granny scolds you as she makes the last alterations to your dress. "I'm almost done with the hem."

This was supposed to be just a little homecoming to fulfill your promise to Lena and Granny. Vash had sworn that when the time came for the two of you to finally tie the knot, they would be included. In your mind, it meant that you return to the toma farm, perhaps sign a piece of paper, and go to have a drink, but it turns out that word travels fast. Especially when it comes to the Humanoid Typhoon and his companion, who have touched many people's lives. Meryl made quite a fuss when she found out about your plan, and Milly was close to tears when she got the impression that they weren't welcome. So you assured them it would be nothing fancy, but if they wanted, they were more than welcome to join. You get the feeling that's where the cat got out of the bag.

When you got to the city this morning, you were greeted with a buzz of excitement and anticipation. You brushed it off as just something unrelated to your arrival, but as you made your way to Granny's ranch, it had been decorated with streamers and bows. Lena and Meryl were hanging up a giant sign adorned with both your and Vash's names, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. You knew this was going to be a day to remember. While a hint of tread creeped into your soul, you turned your head to see your beloved fiance's face light up at the sight before him. A smile crossed his face, and you knew that whatever happened next, you would face it together. That's when Granny appeared, and after a warm welcome, you were separated from your dearest.

Granny and Lena had been working on a dress for you. It's simple but elegant and made with love. There are no extravagant embellishments, but you could see the care and effort put into every stitch. They also showed you the tiny pocket on the inside of your dress at the back of your neck that had a 5 cent piece in it. They did not, however, elaborate further.

From Granny's care, you move on to Meryl's, who makes you sit by the window to do your makeup. She chatters about all the preparations for the wedding as she carefully applies your lipstick. The others come and go, busy with preparations yet desperate to catch a glimpse of you.

"Done!" Meryl proudly proclaims, but she tilts her head and looks at you thoughtfully. "Something's missing…"

Her piercing gaze makes you nervous as you try to figure out what she is talking about. Suddenly, her eyes light up, and she reaches to remove her earrings.

"Here! These will work well! But I want them back!" She grins as she hands you the long golden earrings. You take them hesitantly as you look at them.

"Thank you, Meryl!" You smile up at her as you turn to the mirror and put them on.

"I see you have something borrowed. How about something blue?" A new voice speaks up from the door behind you, and you whip around in your chair.

"Luida!" you exclaim in surprise. She smiles her signature calming smile at you.

"It's good to see you again," she says and comes closer. "My, you look gorgeous!"

A slight blush colors your cheeks as you thank her for the compliment. Your eyes trail downward slightly, and you see something in her hand. Before you can ask, she lifts it up and removes some paper from around a brilliant blue bouquet made from the flowers she grows on Home.

"I meddled a bit with them; they should be preserved in time as they are, and hopefully they will never wither," Luida says softly as she hands you the beautiful flowers and you take a whiff. The scent is sweet and fresh, filling you with a sense of calm and happiness.

"I too have something for you," Milly says, coming closer with a slightly nervous look. "Or rather, Livio sent it with his apologies since he couldn't make it today."

"Oh, that's okay. Someone had to stay with the kids and birds." You smile, but then look at the little box Milly puts in your hand. "What's this?"

"Something old. Livio wanted you to have this since you and Mr. Priest were so close. He said he had this since the orphanage; apparently, it's the only thing he had from his birth parents. After he passed, Livio held on to it but always intended to give it to you." You hear the tears threaten to roll down her cheeks in Milly's voice. She has always been the emotional kind. You open the box, and inside you find a small cross pendant with no chain.

"Thank you, Milly! And give my gratitude to your dear husband too!" You smile at her reddening face as she tries to keep it together. You pick up a safety pin from the vanity and carefully fasten the cross to the inside of your dress's neckline, close to your heart.

"So, we have something old, something blue, something borrowed, and a 5 cent piece! We're only missing something new!" Granny said with glee, and before you could start to protest against any more gifts, Lena appears with a giant box.

"Lucky, we received a parcel a few days ago, and it's addressed to you!" She announces happily as she holds the box towards you. You hesitate for a moment, your fingers hovering at the edge of the box, before you remove the lid. The inside still doesn't give you a clue as to what this could be, as the item is carefully wrapped in paper, on top of which lays a small card. You pick it up to read it.

My dear!

The wonderful news has reached us here at Misdon! We are all so happy to hear that our two biggest heroes are getting married! You saved our lives and our livelihood! The whole town will forever remain in your debt, even if you didn't save the rest of the world too! We wish we could attend, but times have been busy, so we send you this gift. I hope you like it. Everyone pitched in and did a little bit!

Your friend,

Adeliene

You are reminded of your adventures in the mining town of Misdon, where bandits tried to take over the crystal mine. You and Vash had your hands full driving them out, and you had to personally protect Adeliene, the daughter of the mine owner. You even took a bullet for her. You carefully remove the paper to be greeted by a blinding shimmer. The sunlight from the window hits the content of the box and sends dots of light dancing all throughout the room. Everyone gasps at the sight. You touch the delicate translucent fabric and let your fingers run over the hundreds, if not thousands, of small crystals sown onto it. They look like constellations.

"This is gorgeous!" you whisper in awe as you continue to admire the intricate design.

"Alright! I can't wait to see it on you!" Lena seemingly shakes with excitement. "But first, we need to fix your hair!"

The young girl puts aside the box before quickly moving on to grab the hairbrush.

"We should get back! Let's make sure everything is perfect for the big day." Meryl announces and drags Milly away by the elbow, Luida quietly following them. You remain in the room with Granny and Lena, who fill your head with hairpins and finally fasten the veil to your hair.

"You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen in my long life. We are truly blessed to call you part of the family, my love!" Granny squeezes your shoulders as you sit in your chair and gives you a kiss on the cheek. Gratitude swells in your chest as you thank Granny for her kind words and embrace her tightly.

"The big goofball is wholly your responsibility now!" Lena chuckles, giving you a playful nudge with her elbow.

As you are left alone in the room, you stand up and take a long look in the mirror. You can't help but feel a rush of excitement for what the future holds. Your face is covered by the light fabric, and as you let your fingers run over the delicate lace, the room is filled with sparkling lights dancing on every surface. This is not how you imagined the day going—to be surrounded by your friends and family, turning this day into possibly the most magical one of your entire life.

It doesn't take long for the music to start sounding from the parlor, signaling for you to make your entrance. So you head out through the backdoor as instructed and walk around the building to the large saloon style doors at the front of the house. The music sounds more clearly now and you can hear the chatter of the guests inside. You're not sure if Granny saw you from where she sits behind the piano or if someone else spotted you and signaled her, but the music changes. The beautiful melody has a different rhythm, and everyone knows to quiet down.

You take a deep breath and clutch the bouquet of flowers tightly. Two men push the sides of the doors and keep the doorway open for your entrance. All eyes turn to you, and gasps of adoration fill the space. The people standing on either side of the aisle are all people you've left a mark on. You have saved them in one way or another, and today they are here to pay their respects and celebrate with you. If you looked at them, you would see people from Kasted City and the neighboring villages, people from far and wide, but your eyes are on the dark haired man waiting for you at the end of the red carpet.

Vash's eyes are wide, and you can see the moment his lips part for a gasp. His gaze is so filled with love and adoration that you feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You can't believe this is happening to you. You have found such a wonderful man, and you're about to vow your everlasting devotion to each other in front of all these witnesses. And as you look into his eyes, you know that this is just the beginning of a beautiful journey together, despite everything you've been through already.

He wears a dark burgundy suit jacket, and you are sure Granny had a hand in his attire. From the chest pocket, poke out a few crystal flowers and small silver stars, catching the light and sparkling at you, mixed together with the blooms of red geraniums. He looks magnificent and handsome, and you can't help but smile at the thought of Granny and the others conspiring to make him look his best for this special occasion. You see the tears well in his eyes as he looks at your approach, and he takes half a step forward as if wanting to run towards you and lose the distance as soon as possible. However, he holds back, his emotions overwhelming him, and he lets out a small sob before brushing the tears away.

The tall windows on either side of the parlor cast light on you, and the warmth stroking your skin makes everything else fall away. In your mind, there is only you and him. Together, as always. As you reach him, a smile is painted on your face, so wide it almost hurts. He reaches out his hand, and you gently take it, feeling the electricity between your fingertips.

"My beautiful Stardust! You make the night sky jealous!" he says as the two of you stand there, basking in each other's presence, knowing that you are each other's forever.

Meryl, who has taken in her position as officiant, lets out a small cough to wake the two of you from your trance. You take another step forward without letting go of the man you love, ready to start the next chapter of your lives together.

Meryl begins the ceremony, speaking with a warm and calming voice that fills you with joy and excitement. She thanks the guests and begins to share heartfelt words about the love and dedication you both have shown towards each other. But you can barely hear her as you steal glances of the man standing beside you. His handsome silhouette and glimmering eyes as they meet yours fill you with butterflies. You can feel your heart racing with anticipation as he gently squeezes your hand.

"My dear friends, the bride and groom, I ask you to look into each other's eyes," Meryl speaks, and you turn to face your soon-to-be husband. The love and adoration in his eyes overwhelms you, confirming that you are about to marry the person of your dreams. He still holds your hand, but lifts it up a bit as he faces you. "Will you honor and respect one another and seek to never break that honor?"

"We will," you both say devotedly.

"Will you share each other's pain and seek to ease it?"

"We will."

"Will you share the burdens with each other so that your spirits may grow in this union?"

"We will."

"Will you share each other's laughter and look for the brightness in life and the positive in each other?"

"We will."

"Dear bride and groom, as you bind your souls together here, in front of people who adore you, may your spirits be joined in a union of love and trust. Above you are the stars, and below you is the earth. Like the stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, it should be a firm foundation from which to grow. Let your love guide you through the darkest of times, and may it always be a beacon of hope in the storm. Do you have vows of your own you would like to share?"

"Yes," Vash speaks as his eyes stay on yours. "My love, you are the one person with whom I can share all that I am. I promise to trust you and to be honest with you. I promise to listen to you, respect you, and support you. I promise to laugh and play with you and grow and bend with you. I promise to cherish every day we have together. I promise to do all of this through whatever life brings us—richness or poverty, health or illness, through good times and bad—until the end of my days. And beyond this, I will cherish and honor you through this life and the next."

Lena steps forward with a small pillow, and Vash takes a golden ring from it. He releases your right hand, and you take your flowers into it so he can gently slide the ring onto the ring finger of your left hand. He bows down and places a small kiss on the band. You have Lena take your bouquet so you can tightly hold onto both of Vash's hands, feeling overwhelmed with love and joy.

"My love, I choose you. We shall walk side by side, through sunshine and storms, health and sickness, good times and bad. We will meet whatever comes together. Under the starry night sky and in the scorching desert heat. I promise to love you forever and a day. My love, I choose you to be my partner in life and always. Our love endures, forever and a day." You make your promises while looking into his tear filled eyes, your own vision blurring from the emotions too. You pick up the golden ring and slide it on his prosthetic hand. You whisper, "I will never leave your side, no matter what challenges come our way."

"And with that, I pronounce you husband and wife!" Meryl's cheerful voice sounds over the room. "You may kiss the bride!"

Vash carefully takes the edge of the veil between his fingers before he lifts it up, revealing your face completely. He lets the veil fall over your head and gently takes your face into his hands, planting a soft kiss on your lips to seal your marriage. You feel overwhelmed with love and happiness as you realize that this is just the beginning of your life together. The whole room erupts into cheers and applause, celebrating your love and new journey as a married couple.

As he pulls away, you look into his tender face, and he mouths a silent I love you. Lena hands back your bouquet, and hand-in-hand, you walk through the room again, now with Vash by your side. Feeling like the luckiest person in the world, you head out of the parlor as the people gathered throw colorful confetti at you. Further away, from the city's chapel, you hear bells echoing over the desert.

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let me feel you | agatha harkness

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synopsis: All you wanted was for Agatha Harkness to being you the towel you forgot. How could you know that your night would end with her magic strap-on inside of you? You wouldn't trade it for nothing else. [1K]

warnings: smut. bondage. penetration. strap-on. fingering. breeding kink. mommy kink. rough sex. spit. cum eating. praises. degradation. possessiveness. kinky use of magic. gp!agatha harkness. mean!dom agatha but also soft!dom agatha. she's a woman of layers. female!reader.

Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times...

You didn't even get out of the shower. The hot water continue to fall on you, relaxing your sore members, a thin fog dominated the bathroom. You just opened the box's door. "Babe!"

"Towel", you heard Agatha yelling back from your shared bedroom.

She was right. It's the forth night in a row you forget it folded on your bed. Getting that she was waiting for you in bed, you're pretty sure Agatha noticed and waited to see if you would remember to get it. Of course you didn't.

You heard when she opened the door. You got out from under the hot water, wishing that somehow your temperature wouldn't change. With goosebumps rising on your skin, you shook the excess water out of your hair.

Agatha opened the box's door, a smirk decoring her face. She looked you up and down, admiring the way water runned down your body. It seem like don't matter how many times she sees you, it always feel like the first time. "That's such a bad habit of yours. What if one day I'm not at home?"

You reached out for the towel, but Agatha held it away from you. "It isn't a habit. It's a constant silly accident."

"So that's how you prefer to word it?" Agatha crossed her arms. You tried to get the towel again, but she took a step away from you. "'Cuz that sounds like a lie, sweet thing."

You extended your hand with your palm facing the roof. "Gimme that."

Agatha held your waist, not caring about the water. All she wanted was to feel your warm skin against her. Her thumb caressed your tummy, while her other fingers grabbed part of your thigh. "Don't think I should. I pretty much prefer this view."

"Than stop complaining", your nails scratched her forearm, fingers following the veins until you reached her hand. You closed yours over hers, making Agatha use more strenght to hold you. "And I promise to always forget my towel."

Agatha response came in a electric feeling against your wet skin. She was doing it again. You watched the purple strings circling your body, enclosuring your feet and hands. Agatha walked away from the bathroom, and her magic made your follow her.

You giggled, enjoying that feeling of being throw around without having to put on any effort. It feels so good when Agatha just put you were she wants and take everything she can from you. You feel like a doll. Like something precious.

"Let's seal the deal", Agatha dropped the towel on the floor and you on your bed at the same time. You couldn't care less about the bed sheets. "Open your legs for me."

She could have opened them. Agatha knows you like to give up control, just as you know she loves to take it. But she wanted to see you revealing yourself. To make you show her where you wanted to be touched, where you needed her.

She crawled and held your thights, pulling you closer to her. She bit your delicate skin, marking it with her teeths. "I won't ask twice."

You did as she ordered, and Agatha licked the bite as a reward for your good behavior. Agatha stayed there for some time, provoking you by being so near where you wanted her and still so far away.

"You'll ended up marking me", you tried to argue with her. To use your logic to make Agatha do what you wanted. You rolled your hips, but Agatha moved away from you.

Agatha kneeled between your legs, and it filled you with a sweet rage to see that you were naked and wet while she was wearing so many clothes. So unfair. "You're mine, aren't you? My dirty girl, my sweet princess, my pretty slut."

"You know I am."

Agatha caressed your cheeks, and that normally pure act of affection never felt so depraved. She kissed your shoulders, licked your neck, pushed her nose against your skin. When her lips were about to touch yours, she grabbed your chin and held you in place. Her nails scratched your face. "Then I can do whatever I want to you."

You put your hand on hers, stroking her skin while looking deep into her eyes. You kissed her thumb, scratched gently her fingers, pulled your face against her skin. You kissed each finger of her hand, then licked them. You kept eye contact, moaned with her fingers on your mouth, and let them go with a dirty pop.

"Please", you whimpered. "Touch me, please. Pretty please."

Agatha slide her fingers through your body, so slowly that for a second you thought she wouldn't do a damn thing. Then she smiled, and her fingers finally laid on your needy pussy.

While her fingers played with your lips, the speed changing whenever you were almost getting used to the feeling, Agatha finally kissed you. It was so rough, filled with a burning desire for one another. It made you feel hers. It made you want to be hers until the finish line.

Agatha moved to suck your nipples. Her tongue was made for you. The way she knew your body, doing exactly what you wanted her to do, made you moan her name.

Agatha groaned against your breasts.

So you did it again. You whimpered her name, whispered it, screamed. Her name was the only word your mouth knew.

"Such a good girl", Agatha moaned against you. You didn't even touched her, but you were doing exactly what gave her pleasure. You praised her, you begged for her, you treated her like your owner. Because she is. You're hers. You will forever be hers. "Doing exactly what mommy taught you."

Before you could even react, she penetrated your pussy. Her pussy. Two fingers, wet with your own saliva, made their way into you. They felt so right, so perfectly made for you. She curved them inside you, and with your eyes closed the pleasure expand into you as waves.

When her tongue rubbed your clit, not even her name was something you could say. You made inhumans sounds, so lost in pleasure. When she was fast, you felt your eyes turning. When she was slow, it was such a great torture you felt like anything would be enough to make you scream. Don't matter what Agatha gives you, it's always what you need.

When Agatha noticed you weren't breathing, she bit your tight and got next to your face. She kissed you, making even harder to breath, and made you taste yourself.

Agatha loves to feel you breathless against her.

You were being so good for her. So docile. You gave up control to her. Many would think that this means you're weaker, but those people aren't worth your attention. You trust her. You want her. Agatha can do anything to you but not because she owns you, but because she knows you.

And for being such a sweet thing, Agatha will do whatever you want. No games, no edging, just you and your pleasure.

"What do you want, pretty girl?" Agatha fucked you even harder. She didn't wanted you to think about it, to imagine what would make Agatha happy, she wanted the truth. "Mommy will give it to you."

Between lossen moanings and her rough kisses, your mind was reduced to something else. To something animalistic. "I- Want", your words didn't felt right. Were they even words? You don't remember. You can't remember. "I want... you. You filling me up. I want to feel you coming into me."

Agatha froze.

When the lack of any movement endured, you opened your eyes. Looking at Agatha, you understood what you have said. "Oh, no", you whispered. "I didn't mean to- Look it wasn't... I swear I wasn't imagining you're a man or anything I just... Dear lord, please kill me or I..."

But this time what shut you wasn't the cacophony of thoughts. It wasn't your fear that Agatha may think you want something more than her. It wasn't the shame of saying something and feeling judge. It was Agatha's fingers deep into your mouth.

"So my dumb slut want mommy to cum inside of her?" You blinked and unsure of what to do you nodded. It was such a pathetic view. You, clearly embarrassed, nodding with her wet fingers into your mouth. "Than that's what mommy will give to her."

A electric wave went throught your body, but this time it wasn't meant to you. When you looked down, you saw Agatha's magic doing something you never imagined that was possible.

Agatha has a dick. Not a strap-on, not a sex toy, but a purple member. And it was exactly how you like it. The exactly measurements you like the strap-on you use the most. The veins, the rounded tip. Have she ever saw it? Does she knows you uses it?

Without warning, Agatha entered you. It was so perfect. Just what you wanted. It felt so good inside you. So made for you. And when you thought it couldn't get better, Agatha moved her hips.

From there you couldn't think anymore.

But the best part was to look into Agatha's eyes. To see her almost whimpering for you. You knew she could feel everything. You could see it on her eyes. So you made your pussy get even tighter, torturing her on such a good way.

"Fuck", her breathless moans made you so wet. How could she never did that before? You will never want something different from now on. "I'll never get out of you. I will fuck this pussy until you can't take no more. I will be inside you forever."

Agatha kissed you, but both of you felt so sensitive. She couldn't close her mouth, so you licked her tongue. It made such a nasty sound. "You do me so good", you whispered.

Watching you licking whatever you could, so hungry to have Agatha on your mouth, she felt that you would do anything for her. That just as Agatha would turn every wet dream of yours into reality, you would make anything that could possibly make her feel good.

So Agatha decided to test her theory. "Open you mouth."

You did just as she wanted. You put your tongue out, almost as if you knew what Agatha wanted. As if it was your thought, your desire, and Agatha was just doing as you wanted.

She spat on you tongue, and you took everything she had for you. Agatha couldn't look away from your eyes. They were teasing her, begging for more while also demanding. You moaned as you drank her saliva.

That was her limit.

Agatha groaned against you, and slapped your thight. The sound you made was so perfect. She put your ankles on her shoulders, and fucked you like her life depended on it.

And at that moment, it was true.

Feeling your insides welcoming her, Agatha gave you everything she had. She went harder against your pussy. For a second she was sure you could see stars. That even herself would.

And when you closed your eyes, your legs shaking and pussy aching, Agatha reached her breaking point.

She came into you.

And for the first time in your life you felt complete.

Agatha buried her head on your neck. "I gonna burn every single towel on this house."

You laughed, or at least you tried since you hadn't been able to breathe in a while. You kissed her temple, and just then you realized that your nails were deep on her back. "Deal."

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[peachtarto]

A Hundred Golden Urns - part iii

Pairing: Luke Castellan x unclaimed demigod (Alexandria)

Summary: Luke takes it upon himself to mentor an unclaimed camper

Warnings: none I think, if you find any please do let me know!

Part 1 here! Part 2 here!

Summer faded quickly, replaced by a brisk orange autumn. The camp stayed temperate, much to Alex’s surprise; the only hint that winter was on its way was the view of the forest beyond the camp boundary, turning more brown each day. She was grateful for the good weather, sparring would have been even harder in the rain and snow.

Luke had stayed true to his word; they’d trained every day from sun up to sun down, until they were both exhausted and cramping in every possible muscle. They’d do their chores in the evening, whilst the other remaining campers had their down time. He would keep her occupied with stories from his first years at camp, or tell her about the quests he hoped to go on one day. Most of his stories involved him narrowly escaping something thrown by Clarisse, or him just making it back into camp before the harpies found out he’d snuck off to the city.

The campers that remained had teased him endlessly at first. He’d been spending every hour of the day with her; Chris had even complained that he’d hear them talking way into the night on the steps of cabin 11, ruining his ‘beauty sleep’. He knew they were confused as to why he was putting in so much effort for an unclaimed camper who may not stick around and he’d tried not to let it bother him.

But it had stopped bothering him after two weeks.

Luke had risen early and realised he’d slept through the night. With a start he’d leaped from bed and out into camp, noting her bed laying empty in the cabin. He’d been about to call for Chiron and report a missing camper when he heard the sound of laughter, her laughter, from the pavilion.

There she was. Sat at table 11 peeling an orange, like it was something she did every morning. The Stoll brothers sat beside her, telling her some outrageous tale from their childhood that had her giggling into her peel. She looked up and caught his eye, and he tried not to let the surprise show on his face when she beckoned him over. He’d sat down on the bench to her right and they’d shared her orange for breakfast.

They did the same the next day, and the next, and the next. His worries about her not settling in seemed to disappear in an instant. Alex appeared at every breakfast, lunch and dinner; except for the rare times he found her asleep in the cabin after practice. He never woke her, just covered her with her blanket and slipped some bread rolls onto her nightstand.

The following week she started spear training with Clarisse, who had taken a liking to her at once when she’d realised she could teach another camper everything she knew from scratch, without that camper ever arguing back. She also took up archery with the Connor, who had come to Luke to make sure it was okay for him to ‘steal his girl’ in the afternoons. He found himself finding it hard to say yes, but had anyway; which is how he found himself as a spectator at the edge of the shooting range almost every day, trying to stay out of sight.

When he watched her train with the other campers he’d think on the little things she’d revealed in their weeks of conversations. He knew her favourite books, the music she liked to listen to, what dinners she preferred and which she’d happily chuck in the fire. He’d snatched up each bit of information and tucked it away for safe keeping. He’d tried to press for more useful things, things that might reveal where she’d come from. Things that might reveal who she might’ve come from. But she was still holding those cards close to her chest; when he asked a more probing question she’d shut him down instantly, or suddenly have somewhere else to be. The days he’d press too much were the days he’d hear her up in the middle of the night again, and he’d lay awake in his guilt until the morning.

Alex had seen Luke watching her practice sessions each day. Though he tried to stay out of sight, he wasn’t exactly subtle. He’d eye her footwork with such scrutiny during her sparring with Clarisse that it was almost impossible to ignore. She could sense him itching to get down into the ring and point out all her wrong moves.

Archery practice was no better. She could practically see the holes he bore into the side of Connor’s head, and she could feel them in the back of her own.

‘Don’t let him distract you.’ Connor had whispered in her ear when he noticed her lack of concentration. ‘He’s no good at archery, he’s coming down hear to see how badly you’ve got him beat.’

She’d laughed at that, loud and unrestrained; and Luke had found himself wishing that Connor didn’t exist.

October came and went, and though Alex showed promise of becoming an excellent camper, there had been no signs of her being claimed. Not that Luke really even knew what he should be looking out for. The gods tended to act on impulse, with little regard for the feelings of their children. He’d tried to tell her as much, but he knew it was hard to hear. She’d nodded and given a little ‘sure’, then taken herself off to the lake.

He rarely followed. He tried to give her space unless she’d made it clear she wouldn’t mind his company. On the days he did accompany her to the jetty, they’d sit in comfortable silence ; or at least she would, whilst he talked about his day or counselling duties. More often than not he’d just stay in the cabin, lying awake until he heard the door creak open and her feet tiptoeing in. That day however, he’d found it impossible not to go after her.

‘It’s normal you know,’ he said, plopping himself down beside her. ‘This stuff can take years. There’s no rush to become a Hercules. Most hero’s meet tragic ends anyway, you’re safer staying as you are. At least no one can send you on some doomed quest.’

She didn’t take her eyes off the lake, just replied, ‘And how do you know that’s what I’m thinking about?’

‘I don’t, just a wild guess. I know if I was unclaimed I’d be thinking about it everyday- hell, I did. But if not, then do enlighten me, what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?’

She kicked water at him from where her legs dangled, sending a shower of droplets onto his lap. He couldn’t help but notice the water had travelled in a perfect arc, when she’d barely skimmed the surface.

‘Flattery will get you nowhere Castellan.’

‘Is it flattery if it’s true?’ He grinned, kicking water back at her. His splash went nowhere, landing harmlessly on the wood of the jetty. He edged slightly closer, hoping she wouldn’t notice his movements.

She caught them immediately, and he was relieved to see a little smile on her face. He lifted one leg from the water so he could turn and face her fully.

‘What are you thinking about, really?’ Luke dared.

He didn’t think she’d reply as she pulled her legs up and tucked them beneath her; he had his arm ready to reach out and grab her ankle in case she tried to get up. But she just tucked some hair behind her ear and sighed, ‘I’m thinking, this might be my home for a long time.’

Her Home. He hadn’t expected that, and it must’ve shown on his face because she was looking at him strangely. He righted himself quickly. ‘And would that be so bad?’

She let her body turn so she was facing him, and he had to hold his breath at the look she was giving him, assessing. ‘No, not bad.’ She smiled, and he hoped it was him she’d thought of when she came the that conclusion. ‘It’s just different, I miss things from my old life.’

‘Like what? Tell me something you miss and I bet you we can get it in here. I’m a very good smuggler.’

She laughed, ‘I don’t mean things in that sense Castellan, though I don’t doubt you could smuggle a giraffe in here if you tried. I mean I miss things I’d do or places I could go, I even miss the bad weather, I miss seeing normal people doing normal things.’

He understood her more than he’d like to admit. Camp was wonderful, it was his home and it had protected him at a time when he thought everything was lost for good; but he also knew it could grow stuffy if you never left, it was hard not to get restless when you saw the same people everyday for years. Every now and then he’d reach boiling point and would beg Chiron to let him leave for an hour, or two. He’d never go far; just far enough to stop hearing Mr D’s voice ringing in his ears.

He turned a gave her one of his signature smirks, a true son of Hermes smirk. ‘I have an idea.’

‘We should prepare some funeral pyres then, if you’re thinking at least 3 campers are going to die.’

‘Oh very funny,’ Luke mocked, and reached down into the lake far enough to send an entire handful of water at her. It didn’t hit the jetty this time. ‘Would you like to hear it or not?’

Alex brushed water droplets off her cheeks, laughing, ‘okay I’m sorry, go ahead.’

‘Me. You. The big city. Tomorrow. I’ll ask Chiron tonight, I’ll say I’m picking up some camp supplies for Christmas.’

‘Don’t we just get everything magically delivered anyway?’ She interjected.

‘And this is why you make a terrible accomplice, much too honest.’ He sighed, ‘live a little pretty girl, try not to be such a good person for just one day, I promise it’ll be worth it.’

She blushed at his words but replied, ‘alright pretty boy, let’s get out of here.’

[ateezscupid]

1 in story prompt + 6 in smut with yeosang? ty!!

1. Yes, you used to be in love with a vampire, but you were just seventeen, and emotions were running high. You broke it off with him before you left for college, and although it was weird to go back to the real world, you knew it was the right thing to do. But then students at your college begin to go missing. Bodies are found on campus drained of blood. You've had enough when your roommate and your new boyfriend disappear. It's time to put on some garlic, grab a stake, and end this relationship. You just hope you can resist his irresistible charms.

6. “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

desirable ✩ yeosang 𝗑 f!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

ATEEZ PROMPT FEST

plot - your ex-boyfriend will try anything to get you back—even if it means killing people.

genre - smut, yandere!yeosang

warnings - mentions of death/killing, dom!yeo, sub!reader, neck biting, choking, mentions of blood, possessiveness, obsessiveness, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), begging

wc - n/a

tags - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna check pinned for tag list info!

college was way different than you imagined it to be. Cliques filled with the popular kids and filled with the football and soccer kids, but they weren’t mean, so you didn’t complain.

it was weird being back on earth after so long. it’s a long story to explain, so let’s summarize. you fell in love with a vampire during a trip with your family, and ever since then, you’ve been in what looked like a completely different world from your normal one. it was filled with vampires, which wasn’t surprising since your boyfriend told you he would take you to his home.

oh right, your boyfriend. or your ex-boyfriend, yeosang. you met the day you went on the trip for your birthday. a trip to the mountains with a few of your other friends, jennie and san. you didn’t expect to meet such a handsome man in the mountains; your parents always told you it was filled with rednecks.

everything about him had you falling in love. you loved his curly black hair and his pretty golden eyes, or red eyes. they’d always change color, and with every color they were, you loved them. he wasn’t that much taller than you, but you still loved how your head would fall on his chest whenever he’d hug you.

that was another thing about yeosang, his bear hugs. for a vampire, his hugs were terrific. his strong arms around your body, his chest against your head, and his body entirely warming yours. you could’ve hugged him forever.

yeosang convinced you to leave everything behind and join him in his world; a world without drama like yours. a world where you would be accepted for your who you are and a world where you’d be with him forever. being 17, you didn’t realize the risk of this but agreed to leaving with him anyway. of course, he waited for your trip to be over so you still had time to spend with your family and friends.

once your trip had ended, he took you to a cemetery you were unfamiliar with. he brought you to his grave, one of many, and told you to place your hand on it. hesitantly you did so, and felt yeosang’s hand above yours. what felt like a few seconds, but was really hours, you opened your eyes to a completely different world.

you assumed it was a world for people, or beings, like him with powers that would confuse the average human. obviously in his eyes, you weren’t the average human.

he showed you around his home. beautiful wasn’t enough to describe this place, it kind of resembled story book villages in a way. it was small and quiet, but the sounds of laughter and people made you want to stay here. yeosang loved how your face lit up upon seeing his world, and he hoped in his heart that you’d stay with him.

but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

by the time you had turned 18, you felt extremely homesick. yeosang tried his best to make you feel at home, but it didn’t work. his efforts didn’t do much. you missed your parents, your friends. you didn’t know if you had just gone missing or if there was someone replacing you in the human world. either way, you wanted to leave.

you went to the same place you before when you first came to this world, and placed your hand on a tree nearby. you made sure to leave yeosang a note explaining why you were leaving him, which you knew would probably make him confused but you didn’t have time to explain.

just as you were about to leave, yeosang was running up the hill trying to reach you. he grabbed your hand and begged you not to leave, but you couldn’t stay. you couldn’t stay in this place with him anymore without your family and friends. and not only that, but it was only a matter of time until yeosang decided to bite you. you didn’t want that.

you take your hand out of his hold and sag your last goodbyes before leaving and returning to your world. surprisingly, it was like you had never left. everyone acted as if you had been here the year you were gone. you didn’t want to worry too much about it.

you were home. finally home. you could start college and you could get your life back together and not worry about yeosang.

you were free. but not for long.

it was 7:00. san should’ve been here by now. he promised he’d pick you up at 5:30, but he was nowhere to be found. and jennie wasn’t answering your calls? what was going on?

they seemed perfectly fine during class, alive and well. what could’ve happened in the past four hours that caused them to not answer any of your calls or texts? it was odd. you tried brushing it off and thinking they were busy with something, but this was unusual even for them. they’d never ignore your calls for this long.

you walk over to your window and look out to see if you could catch one of them walking to your dorm. maybe their phones died and they weren’t able to reach a charger? that’s believable.

maybe your suspicions were right and they were hooking up behind your back! even though both jennie and san denied it, it could always happen. even though jennie and san hated each others guts, you were allowed to have your suspicions.

as you looked out the window, you saw a pair of eyes staring back at you. it was weird how you could see them so clearly considering it was dark outside. you became more uncomfortable when they started moving toward the doors of your building.

immediately you closed your window and shut the blinds, running out to your kitchen and grabbing a knife. if this was the person who was taking all of those students then you needed to be prepared if they tried coming for you. on any other day, it would’ve been some random student but it was different. those eyes were staring directly at your window as if they were waiting for you to look.

you could only assume it was the person who was doing these things to the students, or it was yeosang. his eyes would turn red sometimes. it had to have been him. it didn’t make sense for it to be anyone else? you’re nice to everyone and nobody has a reason to make you their enemy, so why would-

“knock knock.” a voice rang from outside your dorm. you whipped your head over and tighten your grip on your knife. looking to your right, there was an unopened bag of garlic. vampires didn’t like garlic, right? you could use that. you snatch the bag off of the counter and slowly move toward the door, reaching a hand out to grab the door knob.

“it’s me, y/n.” the voice spoke. it was yeosang. maybe he was visiting and it coincidentally was around the same time students at your college were going missing and their blood was drained from their bodies? no biggie!

you open the door. there he is, standing in all his glory. his gorgeous black orbs and his pretty black hair, then his outfit that actually resembled the victorian era nicely.

god, he looked delicious. wait, you have a boyfriend. why are you thinking about things like this?

you try shutting the door but yeosang caught it quickly, digging his nails into the wood and forcing the door open. that alone caused you to drop everything you had in your hands. he saw the garlic drop on the ground and started laughing.

“did you really think garlic would get rid of me? darling, i’m a vampire, not a storybook character. garlic doesn’t hurt me.” he caressed your cheek gently.

“why are you here? i said i was breaking up with you and i meant it! i’ve already moved on so we can’t date!”

“oh, you’re adorable.” yeosang slams the door behind him as he enters.

“you don’t seem to understand, my love. you’re mine. your body is full of me just like mine is full of yours. everything about you is mine. dating or not, you belong to me.”

“i belong to no one,” you take a step back, which triggered yeosang to step forward. “you need to get over me.”

“i licked it so it’s mind.” he blurted out, your cheeks turning pink. “you can’t get away from me now. we mated, don’t you remember? you can never get rid of me.”

“y-you’re fucking insane, cant you hear yourself?! who would want to date someone who acts like you?!”

he narrows his eyes and takes a deep breath. “i know you’re a bit startled, so i wont get mad—”

“startled doesn’t even begin to—you went around my fucking college kidnapping people and killing them! why the hell would i—in what fucking world—” you paused, closing your eyes and trying to calm yourself down. “in what universe do you believe i’d ever get back with you after the shit you pulled?”

“in this universe. you cant resist me baby.” out of nowhere, his hand is wrapped around your neck and he’s pinning you against the door. as much as you want to fight back, you couldn’t help but get turned on.

“my tongue still remembers the way you taste.” he lifted your chin and forced you to look at him. those words alone made you want him even more.

“i-it does?” you mumble, avoiding eye contact. “can you prove it?”

“of course—”

“after you tell me what you did with jennie and san. i know they couldn’t have just disappeared out of nowhere, you did something to them!”

yeosang’s lip twitched, and he tightened his grip around your throat. you were being choked and you could care less. he leaned closer, his nose poking yours. his lips were inches away from yours and you desperately wanted to feel them again. you wanted to feel his soft ones against yours. you needed him so bad.

it was like he was going over your mind. he smashed his lips against yours, and you kissed back, his hand leaving your neck and moving to your midsection. he leads you away from the door and toward the sofa, sitting down and pulling you into his lap. he kisses up and down your neck, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your skin.

“yeosang,” you whine. his aroma was so intoxicating. he smelled like whiskey, flowers, and candles. it was an odd mixture but a favorable one nonetheless.

“i love your body so much,” he rasps against your neck, nestling into it. “i missed it so much.”

“show me how much,” you rumor against his lips. he drones and clutches your shirt, pulling up and over your head and tossing it on the floor. he gazed at your chest, bringing one nipple into his mouth and massaging your breasts.

“love,” he murmured. “your body is amazing. get these off,” he messes around with your pants, and you undo the knot, standing up for a second to remove them. they pooled at your feet while yeosang gaped at your body. so ravishing, all for him.

you posed back on his lap, rolling your hips on the bulge growing in his pants to feel friction. his hands went across your body while yours dragged down his, tugging at them before pressing your hand underneath. a groan left his lips when he felt you palm him. you grin at the noise he made.

“fuck, you’re so hard….” you whisper. “were you holding off for me?”

“very much so.” he huffs, lips shifting back into your nipple. “i missed you so much, words can’t describe it.” he licked and sucked on your nipple, resulting in your wetness pooling in your delicates. yeosang notices the dampness on his pants, and he can’t help but chuckle. getting yourself, all worked up for him.

“on your knees,” he instructs, and you do so without reluctance. you unbuckled his pants and yanked them down. he raised his hips to aid you, and his cock sprang into your face. you were sure he wasn't this big before.

“did you get bigger?” you glance at him. yeosang chuckles and tangles his fingers in your hair.

“don’t ask questions. get to it.”

“demanding much?” you grinned as you lower your head, opening your mouth and welcoming his cock inside. you closed your lips around him, tasting the saltiness of his precum on your tongue. yeo groaned loudly at the warmth of your mouth and began thrusting his hips at a steady pace. he didn’t want to overwhelm you since he assumed you hadn’t blown anyone since the last time you two had been together. and he was right, you hadn’t.

“fuck, you’re doing great.” he’s going down your throat little by little. you didn’t realize how easy it would be, but it felt nice. it was nice knowing you could please him after so long. you place your hands on his thighs and hollow your cheeks. that one action made his hips stutter.

“your mouth feels so good.” he tangles his fingers in your hair and pushes your head down further, causing you to gag on his length. he felt your nails dig into his thigh as he hit the back of your throat. he was worried about hurting you, but you knew to tap him when it became too much.

“fuck, yes…” yeo’s head falls backward, his hips moving at an erratic pace. his head felt like it was spinning as he neared his high. just when he was about to release in your mouth, he pulls your head off of him. you gave him a confused look.

“why’d you—” your sentence was interrupted when he lifts you and throws you onto the couch, a hand trapping your wrists together and pinning them above your head as he got in between your legs.

“i haven’t seen you in years, i couldn’t wait.” his tip brushed against your clit. “tell me what you want.”

“y-you should already know.” his hand finds its way back to your neck, wrapping around it and squeezing tightly. his face was now inches away from yours.

“don’t act stupid.” yeosang whispers into your lips, goosebumps appearing on your skin as his hips rolled against yours. his mouth makes its way toward your neck and he bites down gently. not enough for his fangs to go through, but enough to pinch.

“yeo, p-please.” you grip his shoulders. “please f-fuck me, i’ll do anything.”

without words, he lined himself up and eased inside of you. his hand which was on your neck was now sliding up and down on your thigh. you hissed being stretched out by his length. it had been so long since you’ve felt like this, you felt like you were floating.

“let me take care of you.” he smiled against your neck, opening his mouth and pressing his fangs against your skin. “you’re mine. nobody else can have you.” you felt them pierce through your skin as he began thrusting, a mix of pain and pleasure courting through your body.

“i-i…love you so so so much,” you whine. he groans as blood pooled in his mouth. he pulled back and looked you in the eyes.

“i love you too, pretty.”

@cup1dtiny ✯✧✯

[buckyownsmylife]

Hands to Myself - Harry Styles smut

The one where Harry's your boss and likes to be called daddy

Warnings: employee relationship, spanking, daddy kink, jealousy, blowjob

WC: 1k

A/N: This came from a request that I fulfilled but didn’t think I did a good job in doing so, so this is my second try. I hope you all like it!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Come here.” 

No “Miss Y/L/N”, no “Would you…”, not even a “please”. He hadn’t asked, that much was clear. It was an order, and one I would be stupid not to follow - especially since he was my boss.

“You called, sir?” His green eyes held that mysterious glint I still was unable to determine. Sometimes I called it mischief. Other times, I was afraid it meant anger. It wasn’t rare that it would lead me over his lap and with my skirt raised to my shoulders, so I knew I wasn’t necessarily wrong.

“Not sir…” He started, eying me up and down before beckoning me closer. “Daddy.” The word had me shivering, and I automatically bit my lip as I followed his unspoken order, approaching him with cautious steps. I had no idea what had earned me this sort of behaviour, or if it would entail punishment or a reward, but I was about to find out.

“What did daddy tell you about letting other men flirt with you?” The question seemed so absurd it took me a while to figure out where it had come from, especially since his hand has made its way under my skirt, quickly finding my nude ass cheek and palming it harshly.

He had a strict no-underwear-in-the-office policy, and he liked to take it home too.

“You know I don’t like it when others flirt with you.” Suddenly, his thumb met my nub and I was overwhelmed with many conflicting emotions, starting with anger. It was true, he had teased me countless times before about his friends wanting me, but I thought it was just his way of jesting. How could I be expected to stop someone else from doing something that was actually really uncomfortable for me?

“Too bad,” I decided to say. “You might be my boss and I might let you fuck me, but you don’t own me, Mr. Styles.” I was prepared for him to just leave me there, and stop touching me altogether, but surprisingly, that’s not what he opted to do. Silence filled the room, interrupted only by the sounds of my wetness as he kept playing with me, and I trembled in his arms in expectation or desire, I didn’t know.

“Mr. Styles,” he repeated, and the term sounded foreign on his tongue, almost heavy. Hearing him refer to himself was arousing to me, making my clit throb under his thumb, but I already knew that. He did it quite often, but not with that title. “Not daddy, Mr. Styles…”

The disappointment was clear in his tone, and I shivered at the prospect of what was to come.

“Baby, if you wanted to be spanked that badly, all you had to do was ask.” Before I could understand what was going on, he had pulled me over his lap, leaving my head hanging in the air, the blood rushing to it as he exposed the lower part of my body to the empty room.

“Why do you enjoy being such a brat, hm?” His hand fell down on my ass without any prelude, and I cried out in surprise before I remembered I shouldn’t be making any sounds.

Just for that, the second slap was much harsher, leaving a stinging sensation behind - as if he wanted to see if I would break again, but I didn’t. I remained silent, even at the cost of my lower lip, which I bit in an effort to keep my cries inside.

“You were supposed to be taking care of me,” he reminded me of my shame as he assaulted my behind. “But instead, I’m having to put you in your place.”

Oh, how I loved to be put in my place - this place where I belonged to him completely and fully, where everything ceased to exist save from the both of us and the need for one another.

We shared a quick kiss once he was done teaching me a lesson, and then he pushed me on my knees between his stretched legs, the indication to suck him obvious even despite the lack of words.

I was drenched, but I didn’t complain. I liked it when he hurt me, and he knew that. If he still didn’t want to touch me, it was because he wasn’t done teaching me my lesson.

I was a patient student. I could wait and delight myself on his cock in the meantime.

“I will never share you,” he mumbled as I lapped his dick, my still fuzzy brain rushing to understand where this possessiveness had come from. “I hope you know that by now.”

I did, which is why I was so confused, sucking on his cock while he continued with his speech. “They can never have you. They never will.”

I eagerly nodded at that, desperate to make him proud, and when he smiled, I knew I’d achieved my goal. “Keep looking at me, sweetheart. Keep sucking my cock and looking at me with those pretty eyes.”

It didn’t take long for him to cum, and I cleaned his cock with my tongue like the good little submissive that I was for him.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. “I wanna see it.” I showed him what he wanted to see and earned his satisfaction as a reward.

“What do you want, my love?” Excited, I climbed on top of him in his chair, grinding my lower half on his erection and showing him what I wanted without saying a word.

“Go on, then,” he incited, and I lowered myself on his still hard dick only to pull myself up and fall back down again and again.

“I know I can trust you,” he whispered as his hand came up to the back of my neck and he pulled me to stare into his eyes. “But I love you way too much to let other men think that they can have you.”

By now, I knew that he was jealous, but what he didn’t know was that there was no reason to be.

I’d be forever his.

[toriwritesstories]

No one tagged me in one of these but I saw the questions and wanted to participate hehe

20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

53 total, technically 1 of those is under a different pseud because it's the only fic I ported from FF.net onto Ao3 and I used my FF username as the pseud for that reason.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

Just checked and apparently it is 2,416,967 .... sooo that's totally normal right?!?!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I struggle to write for more than 1 fandom at a time so right now I'm pretty much only writing Shadowzel from BG3.

BUT the others I've written for are, in order of recency:

Hosie from Legacies

Deanoru from The Runaways

Choni from Riverdale

Clexa from The 100

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

Pretty sure that they're all going to be Clexa but lemme go pull the list...

1) Pristine (Clexa)

2) Come With Me (Clexa)

3) Lift Me, Catch Me (Clexa)

4) Still Made of Gold (Clexa)

5) Online Lifeline (Clexa)

Yep, no surprises there. But actually my 6th is Choni: She Didn't Know It Then but seems like my older fics from the fandom that was probably the biggest I've been in have the most kudos, makes sense to me hehe!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond to as many comments as I can while I'm posting. Unless I feel the urgent need to respond to a comment, I only respond when I'm at my desk about to update. So I don't usually respond once a fic is finished unless the comment really compels me to. This is simply a time and effort kinda situation, I read them in my email and they always make my day, and I'm always happy to respond on social media if anyone ever wants to chat about any of my fics!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The angstiest ending?! Uhhh I'm a happy ending girlie. I guess technically it's probably one of my Hosie oneshots in my A World Where I Was Yours series, just because it's my version of post canon of Legacies!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

There are too many happy endings in my fics for me to decide aaahhhh. Ummmm. Maybe it's hard to breathe (when you're in the air) which is one of my favorite Hosie fics that I wrote?? but idk seriously they're all happy endings in terms of the pairing so it comes down to which characters in which fics had the happiest overall life situation and there are too many to think about it lol!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten negative comments for sure but I dunno if I'd call it hate exactly. The negative comment that I remember the most was on a Choni fic and they complained that the characters were too OOC, and it was nooooot done constructively at all and someone else (possibly same person different guest user) piled on even more rudely... so that wasn't fun (and also yeah all my characters are kinda OOC because that's what happens when you write AU?)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, yes I do. I feel like it's fairly vanilla. I used to mark everything rated M before I was informed that perhaps I've been writing E smut without realizing it lmao. So now I rate new fics with smut as E.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't ever posted any crossovers, but I did start one that was a Legacies/The Runaways crossover because of an idea that seriously amused me, but once I wrote the premise I got bored and stopped lol.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not a whole fic but back in my FF days someone took a Halloween Party chapter (wow I write those a lot actually, I'm not even a Halloween party girlie) and used it as a flashback on their Wattpad fic and someone kindly let me know and I had to message them to take it down.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Yes! I had a few fics back on FF.net that were translated into French :) but the deal was that I wanted to post them because I wasn't comfy with someone else doing the posting of my ideas. And now I typically turn down offers of translation just because I'm less comfy with it now then I was when I was younger.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

I haven't, but I'd be open to doing so if it was for an idea I felt like me and the other author(s) were really vibing with!

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? 

Impossible question. Whichever ship I'm currently obsessing over is my all-time favorite. Which would be Shadowzel rn. But probably in a few years I'll feel differently lol. I strongly feel that all the ships I've ever shipped are the best ever and I cannot choose a favorite.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Sooo many. I have a ton of Choni WIPs that I never finished, including one that got to like 20-30k words but just sits all dusty in its word folder. I once started a Part 3 to my Clexa travel fic (Come With Me linked earlier) that I couldn't get into but the vision was soooo cute. I also started a Part 3 to my Choni travel fic which also had a great vision but I'm just not as into Choni anymore so it feels hard to go back to now.

16. What are your writing strengths? 

I think I'm good at dialogue and characterization, those are my favorite parts of my own writing at least!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? 

Dude. I apparently cannot get enough of adverbs. I have to prune so many when I'm editing fics. Ugh. And I have some repetitive phrases that I also end up having to prune out.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

I've done it before with google translate and made modifications when people who spoke those languages corrected me haha. But it's not something I do often just because it hasn't really been super relevant to most of what I write.

19. First fandom you wrote for? 

Glee. It was Glee. I was 13. We don't need to talk about it.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

My favorite?!!? It's always my latest fic, I pretty much always feel like the latest thing I'm working on is the best and so it's my favorite right now for sure. And that would be Reignited (Shadowzel).

Anyone who sees this and wants to participate, feel free to copy the questions, I know this is a tagging game but I don't do that kind of thing, I just saw these questions in another post and felt like talking about my fanfic lmfao.

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Entry #51 Oct 04th '23

#YurasLife #WholesomeWednesday #SelfCare

𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 - 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞

Hello, hello! Yura's back today with a new post~. And who'd have thought? It's a wholesome Wednesday!

It's been a second since my last of these, hasn't it? Well, it's been a second since my last of anything! I am around, just doing a lot more in real life than online. It's getting difficult to balance some of the things going on, work, life, love. But, I'm not complaining! It is what I chose for myself.

What I love, really.

I thought it was a good time for one of these, especially with everything going on in my life, I like sitting back sometimes and reminiscing, analyzing, and realizing how far I've come. Sometimes, I forget to actually appreciate my efforts because I wouldn't be where I am without myself, really.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡

My thoughts tie onto today's quote, "The deepest for of self-care is building a life you're in love with", because what's the point of living a life you hate and can't handle?

I'm not saying it's easy, or it happens overnight, but working on ourselves and working on building a life we love... Shouldn't it always be the goal? I spent a while working on surviving. Day to day, paycheck to paycheck, foreseeing the next setback, preparing for the worst. And it was awful. You end up dreading, expecting the worst for the future.

One of my greatest acts of love to myself was to stop working towards survival and start building the life I want. So I can love it, enjoy it, and grow from it. The thing about staying in a place that's hurtful and negative for the soul is that you get familiar with the feeling of losing yourself, and then it's too late to find us again when we realize we're not the person we once were, or we hoped to be.

It wasn't easy. It took a lot of hits and falls to stand where I am, but unlike when I was just surviving... Standing back up made me stronger, not weaker. I believe it takes a lot of bravery, courage, and a good support system to just turn your life upside down. But it's also about selfishness, wanting better for oneself. Being selfish isn't always bad. That much I've learned.

So tell me, or think to yourself, do you love the life you lead? Are you working on something that'll make you great? Or are you surviving.

The first step before growth can happen is always recognizing our weaknesses. Can't figure out something we don't know, can we?

Ah, I'm a little soft again! Aren't I? Haha! It's the season! Fall is all about giving room to new beginnings, did you know? So maybe, if you want, do give it a try. Try and make this fall bring something new for yourself and your future. It might seem a little scary in the beginning, but there's never a loss in wanting better.

I'll go now, because besides new beginnings, October also brings... HALLOWEEN! Spooky season is here, and I can't wait to share all the exciting things I have prepared this year for it!

Will I see you around to celebrate? Haha! Stick around! You won't want to miss out ♡

All the love, my sweet angels! I'll be back soon~ Don't miss me too much! -Yura ♡

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Silk & Cologne (4)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC series - link on AO3 (X)

Chapter 4: Society - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 2.9K+ 

Rating: G - No warnings here! A side for one more barf at the beginning. 

Summary: Peter B. gives Lisa a tour of the Spider-Society before Miguel debriefs her regarding the situation with her universe. 

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I ended up barfing three more times in the last hour. My throat was burning from the acid that was left over, and it pulsed every time I took a deep breath to calm myself. By then, Miguel decided he’d prepare something for me to help further explain why I was in another dimension. 

“That bracelet will help you keep from glitching during your time here,” He explained briefly before turning to leave. “Peter will escort you to my lab once you’re well enough to move around,”

Before I could even get a question out, he was already gone. Both him and Peter had briefly explained the Spider-Society to me. An elite task force of multiple other Spider-People from other dimensions. I had asked Peter how many Spider-Men and Women there were in the multiverse. He said there were too many to count, but that didn’t stop him from trying. 

“Let’s see, that I know of, we got Me, Peter Parker, Peter C. Parker, Scarlet Spider, Spider-Punk, Spider-Ham, Spider-Noir, Jessica Drew, Spider-Woman, Spider-Gwen, Spider-Girl, Cyborg-Spider, Spider-Cat–”

I became immediately overwhelmed as he continued to list the names of all of the Spider-People he appeared to know at the top of his hand. There was a bubbling sensation in my stomach. That was when I barfed the third time. 

“Oh geez, sorry!” Peter B. cringed at the display as he gently used his washcloth to clean my mouth. “I guess I’ll leave the rest of the explaining to Miguel,” 

Spider-Doc checked my vitals once more before putting me through some physical exercises to make sure I could stand and walk on my own. When he was satisfied, he cleared me from his office. 

“Alright, you’re good to go!” He proclaimed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a Spider-Man themed lollipop. 

“Thanks, Doc,” I took the treat in my hand, hesitating briefly before taking off the wrapper and putting it in my mouth. I was pleasantly surprised that it was strawberry flavored. 

“Now from what it looks like to me, you’ve made it through the worst of the transformation side-effects. You’ll just feel a little sore and now with your throat, a little rough to speak for a while,” The Doc explained as I sucked on the candy. 

“Transformation. . . meaning I’ll have Spider-Powers now?” I asked him with a curious gaze. 

“Most likely,” He nodded. “it’s how pretty much all of us got our powers, with a few exceptions,” 

Me? Spider-Powers? Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline when I fully processed it, but my brain immediately went to that scene in Hannah Montana where Jackson was complaining about working in the basement of their house, having gotten bitten by a few spiders and was anticipating getting “Spidey Powers” as he called it before doing the web sling gestures with his hands and making the sound effects. 

Peter B. placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Easy now, don’t want you fainting on us again, or barfing for that matter,”

“Sorry I zoned out there,” I rubbed the back of my neck in embarrassment as I popped the lollipop out of my mouth. “Everything is just so–”

“A lot?” Peter finished the sentence for me. “Well, it’s only going to get a lot more from there,” He chuckled, snorting at his joke. 

I gave him a perplexed look before he immediately shook his head, waving it off. “Okay, that was awful, I’m sorry,” 

“Hey, an effort was made,” I reassured him as my expression turned sympathetic. 

“So, this is only a tiny taste of what the rest of HQ looks like. We’ll stop by the food court and get you some food before meeting up with Miguel,” He explained as he motioned for me to follow him outside. “Come on, I’ll give you the grand tour!”

I watched as he walked forward, the automatic doors opening as he stepped through and I could see the brisk white and red hallways. Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I cautiously followed him, raising my hand to shield my eyes from the bright lights of the room as we entered the main hall. 

What I saw made my jaw drop, my lollipop falling out of my mouth. The main hall was a giant room with walkways and pillars, allowing Spider-People to swing, crawl, and walk pretty much anywhere. I saw a Spider-Cop directing traffic, a Spider-Woman walking her Spider-Dog, I was so entranced by it all I almost didn’t notice a Spider-Janitor web shooting my lollipop from the ground and straight into a garbage shoot. 

“This is insane,” I gasped as I craned my neck to take in absolutely everything I could. 

“Come on, the food court is this way,” Peter tugged me along gently as I followed him down the hall.

He was kind enough to show me the normal route without needing to swing webs or wall crawl, taking a longer route. As we walked, it was hard to not notice all the stares and whispers from the other Spider-People around us. I hunched my shoulders as I tried to hide my face, shuffling closer towards Peter B. 

“I take it this doesn’t happen every day?” I asked him. 

“It has been a while since we got a new recruit to the team,” Peter B. answered as we walked, waving to some other Peter Parkers. “It’s definitely surprising seeing someone from your universe here,” 

I remembered in between my barf sessions, Miguel had mentioned that the dimension where I’m apparently from, Earth-1218 is one of if not the purest dimension in the multiverse. Superheroes aren’t supposed to exist in our world other than as fictional entities. 

I wanted to ask him further questions, but still feeling embarrassed about him seeing me so vulnerable, I didn’t pry on it. In that moment, I felt he was being patient with me, whether his intention was true or I was making things more difficult. But there wasn’t anything mistaking the sympathetic look in his eyes as he talked to me. 

If everything about my dimension is true, does he blame himself for what happened? 

Peter B. and I arrived at the cafeteria. He treated me to a Spider-Man 2099 decorative cheeseburger, fries, and a soft drink. I couldn’t help but smirk at all the themed items. So far this was becoming the most pleasant part of all this madness. The food did smell pretty good. Peter ordered the food to go so we wouldn’t keep Miguel waiting too long. 

I unwrapped the paper from the burger and took a bite out of it. It tasted pretty good too. 

“Like it?” Peter B. asked and smiled when I nodded passionately. “That’s good, that’s good. They’re some of my personal favourites to chow down here, but my favourite burger I’ve eaten is over in another buddy of mine’s dimension,” 

“Another Parker?” I asked him as I ate and walked alongside him. 

“No, no, Miles Morales,” Peter corrected with a soft smile. “He’s a really good kid. He’s been the Spider-Man of his dimension for a while now,” 

“Is he a member of the Spider-Society too?” I asked, smiling at the man. It looked like he cared for Miles quite deeply. 

I saw the look in Peter’s eyes as he paused, almost hesitating in his response before speaking, “Actually, no, he’s not. That part is a little complicated,” He suddenly became uncomfortable at the subject, his expression hanging low. 

I dropped the French fry I was about to eat back into the bag as I placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, was I not supposed to–?”

“No, no, it’s okay, no harm done,” Peter B. reassured me as we came upon a large set of doors. “It’s just been a while since I’ve last seen him. I miss him. He’s still learning the ropes and stuff so he just needs a little more experience is all,”

Passing through the doors, we left the bright main hall of the Society and entered a dark, almost gritty hallway. The room was just light enough allowing us to walk across without bumping into any computer consoles or metal beams that held the room together. 

“Ah, there you are!” A female voice spoke up as a small digital figure appeared from thin air. “Perfect timing, Jessica and Gwen are here too!”

I jumped seeing the hologram, clutching my bag of food closer to my chest. “What the?!”

“Whoops! Sorry about that, didn’t mean to scare you,” She apologized with a snicker. “I like a good jump scare, I can’t help myself,” 

“Lisa, this is Lyla, Miguel’s personal AI. She helps manage and run things here in the Society and monitors the multiverse. Lyla, this is–” Peter B. introduced me to her before Lyla zoomed in on my face. 

“Lisa from Earth-1218! I’ve been dying to meet you! Wait, I need to document this historic moment,” Lyla brought out her own virtual phone as she turned the camera to face us as she snuggled in close. “Selfie!”

The camera snapped, capturing a picture of the two of us. 

“Lyla, is that you over there?” A familiar tenor voice called out. 

“Oh, that’s the boss, shouldn’t keep him waiting. Don’t be shy now, he may look intimidating, but he’s harmless deep down,” Lyla winked over at me before flying off forward. “Yep! They’re here, Miguel, I’m bringing them to you!” 

Peter B. motioned his hand out, gesturing me to go first. I followed Lyla’s lead as she flew and zipped about the hall. We turned a corner and my lips parted open slightly as I took in the towering platform above us. 

It was littered with holographic screens and computer consoles and mixed in with it all as Miguel. I watched curiously as he reached over, grabbing some sort of injection device, attaching a green vial. He lifted it to his shoulder where part of his suit dematerialized, showing off some of his skin as he used the device to inject the serum from the vial inside of him. As he turned around, I saw the iris of his eyes change from a glowing red to a calm brown and our eyes met. 

I stopped, initially caught off guard by the gesture. Like I was a little kid getting caught by their parents doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing. My cheeks flushed slightly as I averted my gaze, not meaning to stare longer than I did. It didn’t help that I could feel his gaze still lingering on me. 

“Now that everyone is here,” A new voice caught my attention as I looked over towards Jessica Drew. Her dark hair was puffed out in a perfect afro with yellow glasses and matching hoop earring. She wore a red suit and belt around her waist that highlighted her pregnant belly. “Shall we get started?”

“Yeah, sorry about the wait,” Peter B. apologized as he stepped forward, looking up towards Miguel. “I got her some food, I figured she’d be hungry after, ya know. . .”

Miguel watched him briefly before using his red glowing web slinger to swing down from the platform, joining us all on the ground floor as he stood between Jessica and who I quickly assumed was Gwen. “Are you feeling any better?” 

I nodded gently. “Yes,” 

“Good then,” he nodded back. “Let’s not waste anymore time,”

Lyla appeared beside him as she did a gesture with her arms and suddenly white lines pulsed on the floor like a rain drop causing a ripple effect in a pond. A pure white light tree grew from the floor below us, its branches growing larger and stretching about the room until their structure and design resembled a spiderweb. Multiple webs in fact.

“This is. . . everything. All the dimensions and universes of Spider-Man connected into one giant web. They each go through canon events that push their universe’s story forward,” Miguel began as he reached his hand out and dragged the hologram along, showing us a specific web. “This is Earth-1218. Your dimension,” 

I stepped closer towards the hologram. It was strangely beautiful to look at. While the other webs were highlighted in red, mine was coloured in blue. 

“Your dimensions laws of physics and nature are so pure, that the very concept of a superhuman existing is out of the question. The science is not there,” Miguel went on as he slowly stalked around the hologram and came to my side. 

“What about the Spider that bit me? Did it come from another dimension?” I asked. 

The very question brought the memory of the Doc Ock fight back into Miguel’s mind as he replayed the moment of tossing him towards the Spider containment over and over again. He sighed, seeming tired and defeated. “Yes. Inter-dimensional travel is extremely dangerous unless you have the right tools. The spider slipped into your dimension, and when it bit you, it caused your universe to experience unplanned canon event,” 

He used his hands to zoom in on the web and upon closer inspection I saw that some of the blue lines were pulsing with white light. Like a spark of electricity. “What is it doing?” I looked over towards Miguel with a look of concern in my face. “Is my universe in danger because of this?” 

“Your universe appears to be trying to repair itself. If Peter and I didn’t find you when we did, more damage could have been done. Your universe is deciding whether or not it will accept a real Spider-Woman. Not just from your stories. If it doesn’t, the effects could be irreversible,” Miguel responded with a grim look. 

“What about. .  if I will become Spider-Woman or not?” I asked with uncertainty. 

Miguel looked at me for a hard second before web shooting my empty food bag and tossing it into the garbage shoot. I still had some fries left too! 

Miguel raised a cocky brow at me as he placed his hands on his hips. “There never was a Spider-Woman in Earth-1218, and there never will be,” 

“But Miguel,” Gwen’s voice perked up as she stepped forward. “She’s going to have powers now, right? She can’t just not use them, can’t she?”

“Gwen,” Miguel’s voice hung low as he shot her cautious glance. “Unless she wants her universe to not exist anymore, she doesn’t have a choice in that,” 

“But what if something happens that’s out of her control and they activate?” Jessica asked. “She’d be vulnerable,”  

“Out of the question. She can’t be Spider-Woman,” Miguel stated firmly. 

I coughed loudly into my first, gaining everyone’s attention. “May I say something,” I looked up towards Miguel. “Please?”

Surprised by my sudden outburst, his iris pulsed red briefly before a curious expression showed on his face. “Very well,” 

“If I can’t be Spider-Woman in my universe to preserve its existence, then fine, if it means protecting every life there. But what if I could still be Spider-Woman here?” I asked. 

“I see, you’re on to something,” Peter B. smirked, nodding in approval.

“What is she talking about? Like joining us?” Jessica looked between us all. 

My gaze returned to Miguel, my eyes pouring into his. “Train me. Let me practice here so I can better control these powers so they don’t accidental go off on me while I’m living my life,”

Miguel stared at me with a dumbfounded expression as he sighed, brushing his hand over his face and hair as he turned to the side, the gears in his head turning. 

“I understand that preserving the Multiverse is very important to you, and I want to help you in any way I can,” I stated. “But without all of your guidance, I’ll be going in blind,”

Another sigh escaped Miguel’s puffed lips as his gaze glanced back towards me, sizing me up. “Lyla, ask Margo to construct a gizmo for Lisa, please,” 

“Already did as soon as she came in,” Lyla winked. 

“Gizmo?” I repeated with a bewildered smile. 

“The Gizmo is a watch that will allow you to travel between other dimensions. In your case, between here and your dimension,” Gwen elaborated as she approached me, taking her mask off to reveal her side cut blonde hair with pink dye, eyebrow piercings, and navy blue eyes. “I’m Gwen, if that wasn’t obvious already,”

“Lisa,” I smiled as the two of us shook hands. 

“The fate of the multiverse may depend on your cooperation to this plan of yours, Lisa,” Miguel lectured softly as he stepped closer towards me. “Do you swear to only use your powers within the vicinity of the HQ?”

His stern, intimidating stare sent a shiver down my spine as he towered over me. I sucked in a breath, gulping before I stood firm, nodding my head. “I swear,”

There was a hint of a smirk on Miguel’s face as he hummed before reaching a large hand out towards mine. “Then welcome to the Spider-Society,” 

“You won’t regret this, Miguel, I’ll train hard,” I smiled as I shook his hand. His grip was firm, powerful compared to my smaller hand. I pulled back and silently cheered. “I’m ready to get started, the sooner the better!”

I fist bumped the air and felt a rush of energy course through my arm as something squirted out from my wrist. I looked up to see web fluid shoot out into the air. It hovered briefly before making a harsh descent, right into Miguel’s face. 

The room was silent as everyone looked upon the display, eyes widened as Gwen tried to hold in her laughter. I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands. “I’m so sorry! That doesn’t count does it?”

With a quiet grumble under his breath, Miguel swiftly brushed the web fluid off his face, casting it aside as he shot me a tired glance. “Like you said; The sooner the better,”

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Hi! So I recently replayed both Lucas and Henrik routes in a really long time and there's something that makes me think.

We all know it goes Henrik wanted to pick Priya at the Disaster Recouping and Lucas was Hope. But, Henrik also likes Lottie, somehow he doesn't even glance at her? And you have Lucas suddenly worried about Priya who barely showed interest in. What happened there?

Now the guy who returns saying they would have chosen MC if they had the chance is a whole other thing. But the part that gets to me is the fact they'd make Lucas emphasize more than once that it's MC he was after. Yet, for some reason seemed to put more effort into how "disappointed" he was and how he doesn't like MC much, to the point he comes off as fake and Henrik comes off as more genuine. Does that make sense?

Like what is "You read things wrong" supposed to mean and why are you talking about a "spark" when you were dissing me five seconds ago?

I do think it had more to do with FB's cluelessness and laziness that seemed like an extra effort to emphasize no one is supposed to be happy they don't get who they want, but then go and insert "I knew you were the one I wanted" into his dialogue.

Like not to be biased, but you're making the man say it more than once and if that was his supposed "initial choice" then I don't see why the "no one is happy" was forced onto him as well, especially if you've been nothing but nice. He just ends up looking like he has a split personality.

Hey there!

So I just replayed s2 and I made Lucas get dumped before Casa Amor. I told him on the night it was announced that he was up for dumping along with Rahim and Rocco that I would’ve wanted him to stay. Then when he got dumped a day later I stayed with him (I took the gem choice) and made it clear that I would’ve coupled up with him if I’d had the chance. But I didn’t kiss him or did anything else that would be considered cheating.

I came back single from Casa Amor while Henrik had obvs switched to Blake, then saved Elijah for Chelsea and Henrik and Blake got dumped.

I’m currently coupled up with Bobby so when Lucas re-enters the villa on day 24 I’m acting really happy to see him again. He kissed me on the cheek and made it very clear that he would’ve chosen me to couple up with if he had stayed in the villa. Then he asked me how it’s going with Bobby and I answered that I was still waiting to be swept off my feet. When the date ended, I pecked him on the cheek and he did too and then we went back.

I did take the roof terrace gem choice later on but - again - didn’t cheat on him and later at night during the party I met him up there as well. He told me he really wanted me but didn’t want to put me on the spot and because I STILL didn’t want to cheat I told him I just wanted to chill, so that’s what we did.

Honestly, I really don’t know where he says stuff like “You read things wrong” or tells MC that he’s disappointed/that he doesn’t like her that much. Maybe you can clarify that? Because it never happened on my route.

Now, here are my thoughts/opinions on everything else. I said it in another post but I’ll repeat it here:

We were always supposed to participate in Operation Nope and kiss Noah so that he’d couple up with us during the disaster recoupling

IF it’s Lucas who’s still in the villa while Henrik’s gone, it really makes a lot of sense for Lucas to pick Priya because Hope is coupled up with Jakub and MC is coupled up with Noah by then. Marisol never interested him and don’t even start with Lottie

BUT I honestly think Lucas’s route wasn’t supposed to go like this in the first place. He was supposed to be “the one that got away” and that’s why they make him emphasise multiple times how he’s come back for MC and for MC alone and that he remembers what she told him the night he was voted to get dumped and whatnot

People are always complaining how it doesn’t make sense for Lucas to be so “pushy” about being intimate with MC when they’re forgetting that 1) he’s not pushy because he accepts your “no” without being pissy or sarcastic about it and without trying to persuade you to do something you don’t want to do and 2) he’s watched the woman of his desire crack on with the boys in the villa for two weeks while he was stuck at home having to WATCH her without being able to do anything more. He’s ACHING to kiss her and act out all his fantasies. And that’s so fucking hot, please.

Remember how he tells Gary on day 5 that he “doesn’t bed everything that walks”? And that still stands true. EVEN at this point. That’s exactly why he later on breaks up with MC, too, if she decides to cheat with him. Because MC knew that and she still let him get his way EVEN THOUGH she was coupled up with someone else at that point. Cheating is such a huge red flag in his eyes. And yes, maybe he’s testing MC here who knows? Maybe it’s bad writing or maybe it’s a mix of all three, i don’t know

Now with Henrik, it’s different. Because Lucas - unlike Henrik - will almost always say that MC is his type while you have to put in effort to get Henrik to say your name. You basically have to reject Lucas all the time. That tells me that Henrik wasn’t supposed to re-enter the villa on day 24. Henrik’s route was meant to be more of a slow burn I reckon. But maybe that’s just my opinion.

Also, why is he picking Priya without so much as a glance at Lottie? Well, that’s crystal clear. HE is actually the one to ask Lottie “trouble in paradise?” the day the dumping on day 7 happens. Lucas, Henrik, MC and Lottie are chilling on the lawn when Gary joins them and Lottie asks him to get her and MC the cuppas he had promised, then proceeds to say “I can’t put my finger on him”. Henrik is highly empathetic and he knows there’s unfinished business between her and Gary; and not just from watching the show (he saw their kiss the night Hannah was dumped, don’t forget that!) He probably also realised that Lottie wasn’t an option BECAUSE she was so hung up on Gary. So why would he force someone into a couple who doesn’t want to be there? Henrik is the opposite of selfish so that would be highly ooc for him. That’s why he then chooses Priya if we’re already in a couple with Noah.

Does that make sense for you? If not, my inbox is always open! It might take me a while to respond to your ask tho <3

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hiiii iris!!! how about softer world #23 for rex and talia?

Leo!! Thanks so much for sending this in. I am so obsessed with the vibes of this. Also sorry it took me long to get to my brain just doesn't cooperate with me. also whoops i made it a lil angsty

warnings: nothing except for some reference to PTSD related dreams

We talk in the dark as we fall asleep, and we are objects in the night sky outside of time. (it is the exact opposite of alone.)

The silence of space always seemed the loudest during the 'night' shift on Republic Navy ships. The ranking clone officers had a preference to be off duty, with younger clones taking over posts, and the Jedi would usually retire for the evening alone, using their solitude to meditate or communicate with Coruscant. For Rex and Talia, it was a rare chance to be in one another's company uninterrupted.

They used Rex's quarters most often; the warmth of his presence always helped Talia unwind after a long day and his own space radiated that comfort. Sometimes she felt most at home in this tiny durasteel room than she ever did in her quarters at the Temple. They had turned the lights off over an hour ago, yet sleep was still evading Rex. The drone of the ventilation systems seemed more grating than usual, an incessant hum that wouldn’t leave him be. He adjusted as well as he could in the bed, already a small space for one person but downright cramped for two, not that either would ever complain about sharing it with one another. Talia’s low breaths tickled the back of his spine as she exhaled, her arm draped loosely over his waist after she had fallen asleep holding him. 

Rex shifted slightly again, trying to find a more forgiving spot on the mattress, but even as he closed his eyes once more his mind was too active; images of holomaps and replays of battles in the days before imprinted in his vision. Rex sighed and slowly rolled over, trying to not jostle the bed much as he turned facing Talia. His efforts to not awake Talia failed as Rex could see her face scrunching in the darkness, her eyes slowly opening as she softly yawned. 

“Can’t sleep again?” She asked groggily, her voice husky. Her hand brushed up and down his back as her eyes found his through the dark, “I can make you some tea to help?”

‘Don’t get up for me,” Rex shook his head, already feeling a pit of guilt for waking her up. “I’ll be fine; just go back to sleep.”

Talia frowned, her eyes still locked on him as she sternly said “You’ve barely slept all week.”

“How would you know if you were sleeping?” Rex retorted with the lightest flick of a smirk.

“I know everything,” Talia deadpanned. Her hand drifted up his side so she could softly cup his cheek. Her voice softened, a hint of worry peaking in, “What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing,” Rex replied when in truth it was everything. But he couldn’t put words to his troubles, not easily and not at this hour. He couldn’t talk about the nightmares that plaqueed him whenever he did manage to fall asleep, ones that placed him back on Umbara, or the mines on Kadavo. Or how his dreams replayed moments in battle, where instead of shots narrowly missing Talia they managed to hit her. No, Rex couldn’t let her worry. He knew Talia saw right through him, and he knew if she were more awake she would remind him how bad of a liar he was. Instead she stared at Rex in that way that made him think she was reading his mind, even with all the times she assured she wasn’t, that that wasn’t how it worked. Still, Talia read him better than any book, knew what each subtle expression on his face meant, could hear the tone behind every sigh or long exhale. 

Her knuckles softly grazed along the stubble covered skin of his cheek as she raised her hand to the side of his head, her nails lightly scraping against his buzzed hair before her fingers began to slowly circle over his temple. It was the simplest of motions, but it was the most sedative thing Rex had ever felt.

Was it some Jedi trick she would play on him, or were her hands that calming on their own; Rex never deigned to ask. He just welcomed her soft touch, succumbed to the way it soothed his restless mind. All he knew was that any night Talia performed this simple motion with her fingers against his scalp, Rex slept dreamlessly and calmly, waking up more restful than he would think was possible the night before, with Talia in his arms.

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