#if you want the blank of this chart just ask since I had to make it

[lcgacyofages]

It's still Sunday where I am, so here is a handy guide on if my muses are more dom or sub and then more kinky or vanilla

this obviously waters the dynamics down a lot but this is the vague idea

[elanorpam]

it's been way too long since i last did wildly self-indulgent fanart, so of course i did it for an SVSSS AU that doesn't even have any actual fanfiction written of it yet. but what can i say! it's a compelling scenario! Just check the original post for details!

here's a workplace doodle for his mess of an outfit, too:

Xin Mo is floating behind his back, wrapped in talismans. the collars are meant to be vaguely inspired on a flower bud.

Some notes i came up with for this version, copied straight from a month-old discord convo:

he may have protagonist halo now, but he's for sure not a stallion protagonist. he literally exchanged fates with his favorite person in the world in order to spare them a hellish trial-- that's romantic as fuck!! damn!! this is old CLAMP shoujo and no mistake!!

binghe may no longer be the protag, but he's still a half-heavenly demon. power-wise, heavenly demons can't be topped, and all the remaining heavenly demons are accounted for. so, SQQ can't be a heavenly demon, even in part.

HOWEVER, as a protagonist, there's a factor more important than power! it's the CHUUNI FACTOR. what's more CHUUNI™️ than being part demon?

one option is being part demon and part angel.

how would that even fucking work??????? IDK man, you can either pull from chinese folklore for fairies or heavenly beings or spirits, or you can blame Airplane and go "he accidentally implied the existence of christian elements by means of importing unexamined anime tropes"

Shen Jiu conveniently has a big fat blank on his parentage. We as fans can and have put whatever the hell we wanted there.

SQQ would jump into the abyss still under the impression SJ was a shallow villain. If his trip through the abyss involves recovering SJ's memories somehow, that sure would be fun times, huh?

so he awakens a mysterious ancestry and survives the abyss and takes Xin Mo, but he probably takes longer than Binghe did due to being squishier.

but Xin Mo isn't ACTUALLY his! so he papers it over with sealing talismans, and to battle the temptation to wield it he takes to wearing these longass sleeves. they're probably covered in talismans as well.

guessing Xiu Ya stayed behind to be mooned over by the clown trio in Cang Qiong. let's go full sparkle-sue here and say he's now fighting almost entirely via musical cultivation. i like swan-necked konghou harps so let's go with that, it'll look dope.

why is he barefoot? why WOULDN'T he be, is the question. fragile!! suffering!! dainty!! he's a shrinking flower, tormented by the weight of the One Sword To Rule Them All!!

also for extra pathos, his constant mental struggle against Xin Mo means he can't spare energy to front. it takes constant focus! he's still a bit in his delusional shit, but even when he's going "oh no, binghe is only latched throat-deep onto my dick because he's a good boy who's concerned about me and the danger i could pose by losing control" he'd probably… well, he'd probably say that out loud to anyone who asked. he's in a half-trance, mentally battling the crazy-making sword. lying is too much work.

Wouldn’t resisting Xin Mo’s influence be the mental and spiritual equivalent to training under 400x gravity or something? his wife-beam is going to be off the charts when he puts it down.

also also: who the hell dressed him like that? fucking shang qinghua, of course, after SQQ showed up in the northern palace to punish MBJ for hurting binghe in the conference. did the system explain shit to SQH? on the one hand, extremely funny if it updates him on the role change out of nowhere mid-alliance. on the other hand, extremely funny if he only finds out because Binghe is crying safely in Qing Jing while the scum villain apparently jumped into the abyss.

Here's another link to the original AU post! I've had it open on a tab all this time just so i could point to it when I was done, so make sure to check it out!

[suckerfordylansstuff]

Not a date - Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Summary: Dustin is certain you're dating someone. You, on the other hand, are not so sure.

Word count: 2.5k

Notes: As you can see we're changing the style with this new post. You could consider this kind of a small prequel for "A date like no other", but mostly, I just wanted to write more of Dustin and Y/n's relationship (more will follow, inspiration has hit me). Plus, it was fun playing detective. Hope you enjoy! 💕

!This piece goes along my Steve Harrington series "New Journey", but can also be read as a standalone!

Timeline: After the winter dance, but before their first date.

“I have gathered you here today on an important issue.” Dustin was pacing around Mike's basement while all the rest of his friends followed him with their eyes “It is crucial that we take upon this matter with focus and determination. Not to mention stealthiness since a bit of spy work is going to occur.”

“Dustin, why are we here?” his dramatics had Max over the whole thing very quickly.

“It has come to my attention that my sister, my own blood, has been seeing someone behind my back and simultaneously lying to me about it.”

“And?” Lucas asked, not understanding his friend’s anger.

“What do you mean and? This is it!”

“You’re mad your sister has finally found someone?” Will was trying to understand Dustin’s motives.

“I’m mad she hasn’t told me about it. I mean, why would she do that? I certainly tell her everything.” his pacing hasn’t stopped from the moment he entered the basement.

“Maybe because she wants to focus on the new relationship and not on her little brother’s obnoxious opinions?” Max told him with a smile, making Dustin stop in his tracks.

“You’re new, you don’t get a say.” he pointed in her direction and continued his pattern on the floor.

“Dustin, what do you want us to do?” Mike sighed when he saw Dustin place large papers on top of a chair, opposite to them, a pen in his hand as he settled beside them. It reminded him of their teacher, and not in a good way.

“I want you to come with me and spy on her.” he removed his first blank paper, revealing a calendar with colorful dots on certain days “It all started a month ago. I realized she began going out a lot more than usual. I mean I love my sister, but let’s be honest, she doesn’t have many friends.” he pulled out another paper, this time a pie chart with all the colors they had previously seen on the calendar “So, I began tracking her behavior. When she would go out, when she would return, and try to figure out with whom. So far, I’ve noted 14 outings in the span of 29 days… She went out with Jonathan twice, once with Nancy, once with you, Max, and you, Eleven, for girl’s night. Three times with all of us and another three with me. That all makes 10. The other 4 are a mystery to me.” with each sentence, each ‘clue’, he was pointing the pen at every chart so the rest wouldn’t get lost

“When she hangs out with friends, I have noticed Y/n coming back at a decent hour, say around 10:30, at least 11:00. However, when she’s ‘on her own’ those hours defer.” the new paper showed the said hours with a big question mark at the end “I have caught her sneaking into the house well after 1:00 am! Clearly, she’s not out there on her own. But I haven’t been able to figure out with whom. I checked with both Nancy and Jonathan telling me that they had not seen her those specific days. She’s clearly with someone doing something, but when I ask her about what she did and where she went she outright lies to me, saying she was with Jonathan and/or Nancy.” he let the last paper fall flat on the chair, the pen rhythmically hitting his other palm “It is our mission to figure out who she is meeting on these days, so I can evaluate if I need to step in and help her.”

The kids all looked at one another, trying to see if they wanted in on this. His thinking could be correct, but the thought of him being wrong and giving them the chance to mess with him is what sealed the deal.

“Alright, we’re in.” Mike announced for all of them. Dustin’s face immediately lit up.

“But how do we know when their next meet-up is?” Lucas asked him.

“Already ahead of you my friend.” he began organizing the papers he had used, stacking them into his bag before putting it on “I overheard Y/n talk with my mother, saying she’s going out. Again, wouldn’t outright tell me with whom. So that’s why I came here, to find out if Nancy had any plans. As it turns out she did. But not with my sister, with Jonathan. Right?” his eyes fell on Will.

“Yeah, they are hanging out at ours.” Will confirmed Dustin’s words.

“Okay, so that excludes them from this ‘secret meet up’.” Max thought out loud.

“Precisely.” they were now getting out of the house from the basement’s door, making their way to their bikes.

“So… Where is she?” Eleven asked, her small voice was now loud enough for all to hear, turning their heads at once to look at Dustin.

Dustin wasn’t sure at the beginning where his sister would be. She had mentioned she would leave around 8:30. Now, he had left earlier to check on her small lie at the Wheeler’s, so their first stop was at his house to check if her car was still there. It was, which meant either of two things. She either walked to their meeting place (which was unlikely of her after everything that had happened to them, walking somewhere alone was a no-no for his sister). Or the person she was meeting picked her up. It left a lot of options open so he decided to head inside with the rest and look for more clues.

His mom greeted them, chatting a bit with the kids while Dustin looked around for any indication as to where she went. He noticed that her sneakers were missing, telling Dustin that they weren’t going somewhere fancy, so maybe their destination was the theater or maybe grabbing a bite somewhere.

“Hey, mom. I was thinking of eating the leftover pizza from last night after I come back. Y/n didn’t eat it, right?” he looked over at his mom, Tews on her lap as always.

“Oh, no, Dusty, she specifically said that she didn’t want to have anything since she’ll be going out to eat with her friends.”

Bingo.

Dustin excluded from the options list the diner where you used to work. Too many people knew you there and the secrecy wouldn’t last. So, they began roaming around the town trying to get a glimpse of you. They succeeded after a couple of tries. Lucas had caught a glimpse of your figure inside the burger place. You were sitting in a corner booth in the back of the store, your face bright, not only by the lights of the place but by your present company as well.

“Holy shit. Dustin was right.” Max climbed out of her bike, staring at the older sister of her new friend.

“Of course I was. Can you see who she is with?”

“No, his back is turned.” Lucas tried to wiggle around in an attempt to see who was with you. They couldn’t go  

We’re gonna have to get inside.” Mike noted and Dustin agreed.

“Not all of us, we’ll draw attention. Will, you’re coming with me.” the said boy wasted no time and followed his friend toward the entryway.

“Why him?” Mike called out, annoyed he wasn’t getting in on the action.

���Because he’ll be quiet, unlike you.” Dustin whisper-yelled.

They get inside and make their way to the end of the front counter. When they peaked at the back, they had a clearer shot at the two figures. Dustin could clearly see your big, bright smile, but the guy you were with was sitting opposite of you, meaning they could only see his back

“We still can’t see his face.”

“Wait… I know that hair.” Dustin’s eyes squinted as he focused on the person in question. The waiter had approached them, his lips moving, probably asking them if everything was okay. It was then when the mysterious guy turned his head, making him visible to him, a relieved sigh falling from his lips  “Oh, it’s just Steve.”

He and Will went outside without alerting you, joining the others once again.

“Okay, people, crisis averted. It was only Steve, just a friendly meet-up.” he announced to his friends before he grabbed his bike, ready to return home.

“Sure.” Max smirked his way, suddenly making a frown appear on Dustin’s face.

“Uh… Dustin? I don’t think this is very friend-like.” Mike was pointing to the restaurant. Dustin turned and met the horror. Steve had now switched his seat, joining you on your side. His arm was around your shoulders, your faces way too close for his liking. And then it happened. Steve kissed you.

Dustin was waiting for you to return back home. He was in the dark, his mother fast asleep, not realizing her own son was stewing hot. He was ready. Ready to tell you he knows your secret and ready to express his anger. He liked Steve, he didn’t like showing it, but he did. He was funny and honest with him, and a guy. He had a guy friend. Someone whom he could rely on when seeking advice. He knew he could come to you about everything, but sometimes he felt too embarrassed to say certain things. He was getting older, more ‘mature’ as his mother had said, and Steve had been through those things before, therefore could give him the advice he needed.

He liked Steve, but now he was afraid he was going to lose him… and you. You always wanted to be in a relationship and now that you were in one, you were going to spend all your time with each other, forgetting all about the party and mainly him. Or you would eventually break up and he would have to choose your side, his sister’s, and forcing him to say goodbye to his friend.

It all felt unacceptable to him, so he had to tell you about it.

Finally, he heard a car stop outside. After a couple of minutes, your keys were daggling as you opened the door. He watched you come inside, a lingering smile on your face as you took off your jacket and placed it on the hook beside the door. You were in the process of taking off your shoes when he decided to intervene.

“Hello, sister.”

He startled you, a small yelp coming from your lips as you squinted your eyes to see where your brother was hiding “Dustin? What are you doing in the dark? Do you know what time it is?”

“Do you?” he countered back, catching you by surprise

“What?”

“How was your night?”

“Oh… It was really fun actually, thanks for asking. But this still doesn’t answer my question as to what you’re still doing up.” your arms were now folded in front of your chest, thinking you had the upper hand here.

“Oh, I just had a simple question really. Who were you with?”

It took you a second to form your question, confusion rising inside you “What?”

“I was over at Mike’s today and I stumbled upon Nancy.” Dustin stood up from the armchair and walked closer to you as he explained “I asked her if she was on her way to come get you, but she told me she wasn’t meeting with you. She was actually going to meet up with Jonathan for a date at his place.”

“Oh…” was all that came from your lips.

“I know who you met tonight. I followed you and found out you are secretly dating Steve.” his finger was accusingly pointing at your figure. He didn’t know what reaction he was really expecting from you but it certainly wasn’t what you said next.

“I’m not dating him, Dustin.”

“Wait, what?”

“We’re not dating.” you shrugged your shoulders and sat down on the couch.

“But he kissed you. I saw it!”

“I don’t know what to tell you, okay? It’s all very confusing.” your head your resting on top of your palms. You looked defeated, confused, sad, a whole different side of you than the one he had seen at the restaurant. He slowly approached you, sitting next to you. You looked up and saw him looking at you, a silent invitation to explain “It all started after we dropped you off at the ball. We happened to dance a little and it ended in a kiss. After that, we’ve been hanging out as much as we could and, yes, I admit, some kissing has gone down, but I don’t know what we are.”

Dustin noted that your voice was small but your feeling big “Do you like him?”

You looked up and locked eyes with your brother. You hadn’t been able to tell no one this, and you had no idea how much it was eating at you to get it out before this conversation “Very much.”

“Then I’m certain it will all work out.”

And just like that Dustin had forgotten all about his speech. He could still remember the way you smiled at him, thanking him with a big hug. It was the same smile when you picked up the phone, a couple of days later, Steve’s name falling from your lips. It was a soft one, your focus entirely on the voice coming from the phone, from his friend. When you finally hung up, a small shriek sounded all around the room. After just a moment he found out you were excited, beyond excited because he had asked you out on a date.

“Didn’t you go on one like yesterday?” he had asked.

“This is the first time he uses the word date, Dustin. The first time!”

He secretly smiled at your antics, even if in front of you he called it gross. When you returned home after that so-called ‘first date’, bliss was written all over your face. The next day, you all were meeting with the party for a campaign, the first time you would include Steve in your game. The first time he would see you two together officially for the first time. It was funny seeing him make all the wrong decisions and getting himself killed in the first thirty minutes. It was hilarious seeing you and him bicker about what you should do next. Steve making it his business to judge you all based on your actions. And it was certainly sweet when he would cheer with you after a successful roll. It didn’t seem all that different to him; your behavior.

It was after the campaign when Steve was talking his ear off on the way to their house about what movie you should see at the next movie night with the kids, that it truly hit him. Nothing would change. You would still be his sister and Steve would still be his friend. It couldn’t be that bad. Especially, if he saw his sister so happy every day.

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[wrathofrats]

Caged and always provoked (By prey left unattended)

4k, explicit, Dewdrop/Rain/Aether

Merry Christmas freak @divine-misfortune ily and I hope that all the insanity I’ve been talking about for weeks now makes sense

Read under the cut or on ao3

Warnings and tags: medical examination, medfet, trans rain and tits cunt clit and all the other stuff used for his anatomy, gill fingering, virgin rain for religious reasons, a lot of religious fuckery, groping, breast exams, dew and aether are awful medical practitioners ok, pretty dubious consent but rains cool with everything and says that, it’s fuckery ok it’s 4k of fuckery and I’ve warned you

“We have to, we can’t just let you-“ Dew rambled. He set his clipboard down with a frustrated sigh before Rain interrupted him.

“I don’t have sex.”

Aether peeked his head up from his own sheet about reviewing Dew to look down over his glasses at Rain. Sure, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, and certainly not abnormal, but considering Rain was a ghoul Aether wasn’t sure if he fully believed him.

“You’re saying that you’re a virgin?” Aether asked, before looking back over at Dew.

Or rains summoned as a virgin for his papa and his doctors want to see how far they can push him

“He seems easy enough. Could’ve sicked that new multi on you, looked like a handful” Aether slid the chart over to Dew who was pulling at his scrub top. The name Rain was scrawled at the top along with his summoning date and element. The rest of the spots were blank, meant to be filled in at his first appointment.

“Didn’t think I could handle it?” Dew clicked the pen a couple of times, scribbling in the corner of the paper to test the ink.

“Actually now that you mention it, I probably should’ve let you take him since you were such a menace for us when you were summoned. It took 3-“

“2” Dew interrupted with a scoff

“2 nurses to hold you down. You’re lucky I picked the quiet one for you.” Aether flipped open his own packet of paper meant for his notes on how Dew was doing. He wanted to train to be a nurse, a better and more meaningful job for him as he learned to use his new fire element. This would occupy him for the time being, and keep him useful considering they were down some staff as the siblings were taken for other clergy needs.

Dew rolled his eyes, plopping the clipboard onto the small table haphazardly. He didn’t know what time this ghoul was supposed to show up, barely even caught a glimpse of him during the summoning. Usually the new ghouls were thrown into the arms of those who were more trustworthy, such as Aether and omega, before being whisked away to check in on their new bodies and elements top side. The rest of the pack usually didn’t get to meet them until there was an all clear from the medical staff.

Which, now included Dew. He loved messing with new summons when he got the chance. Mountain was easy to lure right into his bed, teasing the poor guy until he just couldn’t stand it. And now being placed at the front lines? Even with Aether keeping a close eye on him, he had to admit the idea of thoroughly checking up and down this new summons body was tantalizing.

“You know what to do right?” Aether snapped Dew out of his thoughts with the throw of a tongue depressor that hit him in the shoulder.

“Got the check list, besides you’ll be here to remind me. Even if you gave me a very detailed lesson the other ni-“ Dew snickered before another tongue depressor whizzed past his head.

“You’ll treat him with respect Dew” Aether closed the glass jar and pushed it away from him. He crossed his leg in front of him, staring at his watch to check the time.

“Whatever, I’m a professional, remember?”

“Yeah a professional idiot maybe”

Dew barely got through his eye roll as the door knob turned. A sibling opened the door, gesturing for the ghoul in front of her to walk in the room. He was shy, keeping his head down as he sat down in one of the chairs by the exam bed.

“This is Rain, already got him checked in” the sibling handed Aether a couple papers before closing the door with a soft click. Aether was right, the new thing was quiet. Easy, if he really wanted to go that far already. The water ghoul barely lifted his head up to look at them as Aether started to quickly glance over the papers he was given. Simple things like height and weight, just to rule out any more obscure problems.

He was pretty, Dew had to admit. Blue skin and silky gills along his neck, the lingering thought of Rain even knew how they felt to be touched yet, and if he could send him home with the desire to do so. Delicate fins along his ears with a mop of dark hair. The poor thing was already blushing, looking properly scared even though they hadn’t done anything to him yet. Maybe it was Aethers size, or the perpetual resting bitch face Dew seemed to carry. The cherry on top was what was in his fist, a long string of black knots and beads, ending in a wooden inverted cross.

Aether raised his eyebrow at Dew who was properly staring Rain down, motioning down to his paper that was already all sectioned out for him.

“Oh- uh, I’m going to ask you some questions Rain, just routine in case there’s anything we need to know, is that alright?”

“Yeah, that’s ok” Rain shoved the rosary into his pocket, folding his hands in his lap and watching Dew nervously. He fiddled with his fingers, eyes darting between the two.

“How was your sleep the past couple nights?”

“Slept well, it’s new but my room is comfortable. Maybe 7 hours?” Aether gave him a smile while Dew scribbled down his answer.

“What has your diet been?”

“Small fish, been craving shrimp I think,”

“Ok, sounds good uh-“ Dew squinted at his paper, reading down to make sure he had recorded what he said properly and if there was anything else to take note of before he moved on. “Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s apart of the protocol, is there any chance at all?” Rains face flushed deeper as Dew looked between him and Aether expectantly. He hesitated, biting his lip while he tried to think of what to tell them.

“No. None”

“Good, that’s fine, uh.. any chance of an STD?” The only sound in the room for a moment was the scribbling of Dews pen on the paper. Rain once again hesitated with his answer.

“No.” It came out more tense this time. Something a little more impatient about the answer.

“Perfect, what kind of protection are you using?”

“I’m not.”

Dew looked up at him with his brow furrowed. What did he mean he wasn’t? Maybe it was one of those things, where the siblings would come in and be adamant about not practicing safe sex even after Aether begged them and wonder why their tests all came back positive. If there was another rampant case of chlamydia papa would have their asses. Maybe he was just naive, nothing an awkward pamphlet couldn’t help.

“Well- if you’re not using protection then we do need to test you”

“It’s fine, trust me”

“We have to, we can’t just let you-“ Dew rambled. He set his clipboard down with a frustrated sigh before Rain interrupted him.

“I don’t have sex.”

Aether peeked his head up from his own sheet about reviewing Dew to look down over his glasses at Rain. Sure, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, and certainly not abnormal, but considering Rain was a ghoul Aether wasn’t sure if he fully believed him.

“You’re saying that you’re a virgin?” Aether asked, before looking back over at Dew.

“Yes.”

“Any reason or“

“Dew” there was a scolding tone to Aethers voice. The question was inappropriate, even if it was burning in both of their minds.

The room went silent for a second once again. Dew looked at Rain expectantly, waiting for some kind of answer. It didn’t truly matter but the curiosity was eating at him. The pretty little thing had never been touched before? What was he saving himself for?

“The Church.” Rain continued to pick at his fingernails, “was told to, they said it would make me a better servant for the clergy. For papa.”

Summonings were a fickle thing. Some of the ghouls were plucked from down below at random when needed in an emergency like Mist or the anomaly that was Cowbell, but others were chosen for it. Brought up to serve the church, practically handpicked for the band.

“Would there be any other reason for us to give you an….” Aether looked over at Dew, grabbing his papers to take his own notes, “exam of that sort?”

“No”

“Fingers? Toys? Maybe even a pillo-“ Dews leg was promptly kicked from under the table. Aether threw him a shocked look, mentally noting needing to go over how to talk to patients at a later time.

“I’m not allowed to. It would only distract me to give into those ….. desires”

Dew finally shut his mouth. The idea of asking “what kind of desires” edging their way into his brain. He couldn’t, at least not here. Aether was still staring at him, the frustrated shock of his words melting into something more curious about the ghoul who was sitting in front of them. The idea of being completely untouched was more than tempting for Dew to explore.

“Ok, that’s perfectly normal. It’s still part of protocol to give you a full physical, but in this case we won’t do any tests, just a look to be sure” Aether grabbed a pair of gloves before sliding the box to Dew, “do you mind fully undressing and putting on the gown on the table while we step out?”

It was Dews turn to look shocked. Aether was blatantly lying through his teeth, not only was a vaginal exam not necessary anyways, it especially wouldn’t be in this case. He’s not complaining, no, but the idea of Aether having his own plans about this made his heart beat even faster.

Rain nodded while Aether opened the door and motioned for Dew to step out. He still looked shocked, brows furrowed and eyes wide as he stared at Aether.

“A virgin?” Dew exclaimed once Aether finally had the door shut. “I didn’t know they did that in the pits. Keeping himself pure to please papa?”

“It’s not unheard of. River stayed untouched until he retired. In Omegas chart he mentioned having to be extra careful with him during any full body check ups” Aether watched the clock on the wall tick away, giving Rain ample time to undress and hopefully calm down a bit from being so nervous. It was cute, the bashfulness in his explanation, if Aether had half a mind he would’ve let Dew continue questioning him.

“Must be a water ghoul thing. Do you think he knows about his gills yet Aeth?”

“You’re a professional, remember Dew?”

Aether raised his eyebrow at him before giving a quick knock to the door, opening it slowly once Rain gave a meek ok. He sat up on the exam table. Ankles crossed and gown bunched awkwardly behind him in an attempt to cover himself. His clothes were folded in a neat pile on his chair, rosary sitting right next to his shoes on top.

Dew hastily snapped a couple gloves on his hands before walking up to stand between Rains legs, a little too close to be entirely clinical.

“Do you mind if I perform a bodily exam on you? we are just looking for any abnormalities we should be concerned about after your summoning” His tone was a bit quieter, something less harsh than his usual bravado.

“Please, go right ahead”

Rain reached up to undo the tie behind his neck, keeping the gown right under his breasts in order to not expose more than he needed to. His chest was small, a cute tiny pair of breasts with dusky little nipples that Dew was trying hard not to completely gawk at. He was a pretty thing, lithe body with a couple curves.

Dew pulled down the gown completely, letting the front section sit in his lap with his arms tight to his body. His cheeks were flushed a deep purple, eyes darting around to anywhere besides Dew.

“Going to have to ask you to lift your arms over your head for me, I need to see the gills on your abdomen” Dew reached beneath the bed to pump a small amount of lubricant on his fingers, rubbing them together to spread it evenly. The gesture looked, felt, dirty. Even if Rain was still in the assumption that it was completely innocent he couldn’t help how his mind wandered as he watched the blue latex shine.

There was a second of hesitation before Rain reached his arms over his head. Dews warm hand pressed down against his stomach, moving inch by inch to his side. Gloved fingers glided delicately over the soft fragile skin of Rains gills. Practically petting over them before dipping just the finger tip in as Rain gave a quiet gasp. He twitched Into the touch before quickly pulling away again.

“Are you alright Rain?” Aether looked from Dew to Rain, noting how he almost looked flustered. Lip between his teeth and the flush creeping down his chest. Dew turned and gave him a knowing look, pushing just a millimeter further in to watch him struggle.

“I’m fine, his hands are just … a bit cold” Rains lips turned into a tight line. He hoped neither of them would push back against such a bad lie, hell Dews hands were probably just on the uncomfortable side of too warm if Rain was being honest. Something sparked in his abdomen as Dew slid his fingers from side to side beneath the thin skin, eyes focusing intently as if he were looking for something.

“No pain? They seem fine otherwise. Nice color, not too loose, some amount of lubrication.” Dew mumbled in Aethers direction for him to write down, “I’ve heard of other water ghouls gills getting dried out from summoning, yours are slick though which is good”

Aether scribbled a couple notes down on his paper while Dew shot him a cocky look and pulled his fingers out of Rains gills, wiping his fingers off on a paper towel. Rain could see whatever came off of his hands shine in the white light of the room, embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. Sure there was the thought of what would happen if he pushed his fingers into his gills himself but the thoughts always came with a night of prayer and maybe a cold shower afterwards.

He didn’t need to be thinking like that. He was healthy and he should be happy, not letting Dews words make him feel light headed. What would papa think?

Rain brought his arms back down to rest his hands in his lap. The air was cold even if Rains body felt impossibly hot. Goosebumps prickled at his skin while Dew put on a fresh pair of gloves. His instinct was to cover himself again, no one had ever seen him this vulnerable, especially not two people at once.

“Still with us? You’re quieter than most of the other ghouls we have in here” Aether spoke up after a second of watching Rain stare intently at Dews hands while he put on his gloves. Rain jumped a little, looking back at Aether with wide eyes.

“Just don’t talk much, I’ve always been told I’m quiet”

“But you’ll speak up if you’re uncomfortable right?”

Rain gave him a solid nod. Aether pushed his glasses back up his face and crossed his legs in front of him to rest his clipboard on. Even beyond Rains racing thoughts he looked devastatingly clinical, Dew as well who was dressed in blue scrubs. Something to keep him grounded, remind him why he was there.

Dew stepped in front of him once again. His hands grabbed along his arms, pushing at his shoulders. They practically rubbed down his sternum in a way that made Rain shiver. Warm hands pressed into his ribs looking for any signs of pain or discomfort.

He took a deep breath as Dew finally made it up to his breast, palms kneading into the supple flesh with a careful eye. Rains fingers dug into the paper on the table with a sickening crunch. Aether immediately noticed how he practically stopped breathing, going entirely still with his lip between his teeth.

Dew tried to pretend he was being entirely professional, every pull and knead being necessary even if the pressure lingered until Rain finally squirmed under his touch, making Dew move on to the next area he was supposed to be examining.

“Seem sensitive” Dew practically hissed through his teeth. The professional demeanor was slowly coming unraveled the more he was able to see what his touch was doing to Rain. A blushing virgin practically losing his composure beneath him just from groping his tits. It was taking all of his self control not to just push him back onto the table and hike the gown over his hips.

Dew was getting ahead of himself. A particularly rough grab as he got lost in thought had Rain writhing off the table.

“Jus- just a bit- ah!” Rains thighs clamped together, chest debating on pulling away or pushing into the rough sensation. Dew was properly pulling at his nipples now, rough calloused fingers pinching the pretty buds just to keep drawing small forced noises from the back of Rains throat.

The gown had fully slipped down and threatened to slide off of his lap if he wasn’t careful. Small neat trail of hair along his navel with a couple dark curls peeking from behind the plastic. Rain knew he was about to be exposed if he made one wrong move, but couldn’t bring himself to grab the gown to cover himself again, not when Dew was touching him like this.

Rain shot a look towards Aether in a small plea for him to do something. Aether looked shocked, pen sitting idly in his hand as he stared blatantly at Rains chest while Dew worked. He should probably step in, pull Dew off and let Rain catch his breath but god he looks like he’s thoroughly enjoying himself and he puts on such a nice show that Aether doesn’t think he can intervene.

“Soft, probably feels so good, doesn’t it Rain?” Dew was almost impossibly close to him by now, both hands groping him and breath hot on his neck, “really never done this for yourself, never let yourself feel good?”

The words made Rains bRain turn off for a solid couple seconds. Whatever air of keeping things chaste and clinical now unraveling as Dew tugged on Rains nipples. He couldn’t deny the small sparks of electricity that ran through him with the pain of Dews pinching and pulling, couldn’t deny that it made his head feel fuzzy and stomach feel hot even if he wanted to.

“Not supposed to” Rains voice was meek. Sure he wanted to, but it was wrong. Sinful. Body dedicated to his papa but oh being touched like this was absolutely delicious. Even if it was just his breasts, something he had done in the shower more than a couple times with the excuse of making sure he was healthy even if his hands lingered, much like what Dew was doing now.

“You’ve never thought about it? Never considered giving into the desire?”

“I have” the admission struggled to come out. Like saying the words out loud were enough to damn him completely. “It’s wrong- not supposed to need or want anything more than papa”

Dew felt a little bad at the laugh that got forced out of him. A bit cruel especially as he pushed Rains tits together just to thumb at the cleavage, more just for the sake of doing it and to see Rain squirm than any other reason. The whole persona of medical professionalism had been thrown out the window the second he was even allowed to touch him there, and hell, Aether didn’t seem like he was going to stop him.

“Afraid you’ll just become addicted? Won’t be able to keep those hands away from this pretty little body of yours?” Dew gave another squeeze to Rains tits before skating them lower and lower, hovering over the only thing still covering any amount of modesty Rain had left.

Rain let out a shocked gasp as Dew pushed him down onto his back, legs maneuvered to be fully spread in front of him. The flimsy gown fell haphazardly onto the floor along with Aethers pen that had been dropped as he watched the scene in front of him. Rains legs pulled apart and cunt practically on display, slick coating him in a way that could only be described as obscene. Even for a water ghoul, it was more than a bit surprising to see how wet he had gotten from Dews hands on his gills and chest.

“See? Cunts just aching for it isn’t it?” A gloved finger slid between Rains folds, practically gathering the arousal and letting it drip down the latex, “Can feel you twitching. Give in, ask for it.”

Rains body was trembling. Legs shaking as Dew dipped the tip of his fingers inside of him for him to clench around. That’s all he had ever done himself. A couple of slow pets and maybe just the tip of his finger before he could come back to his right mind and stop himself. A night trying to deny what he really wanted, how he craved for something to be inside of him in a way that prayer just couldn’t take the edge off of.

“Papa wouldn’t allow it, my bodies for him”

“But it feels good doesn’t it Rain?” Dews fingers fully pushed inside of him. He was hot, beyond tight as he clamped down and let out a strangled sound. His thumb pressed against Rains clit earning a gasp that was forced from the back of Rains throat.

“So good-!”

Dews fingers pumped in and out of him slowly, scissoring apart to see if he could get him any looser. Dew could pass out if he thought about it too hard, his fingers being the first to open up the water ghouls virgin cunt? The thought had him about to shove down his scrub pants and be the one to fuck him first as well. He tried to maintain his composure, looking back at Aether who had a hand on top of his bulge, palming himself through his pants.

“Let yourself feel good, come on baby, give into those sick desires I know you have” there was an awful wet squelching sound coming from Rains cunt, slick dripping down onto the exam table as Dew rubbed fast circles into his clit.

“Please- need more” Rains hips canted off of the table, practically trying to hump Dews hand as he pumped his fingers in and out of him “don’t tell papa please-“

“Oh but Dew, it’s not supposed to feel good, it’s just an exam” Aether had gotten up to stand by his side, white coat discarded on the chair and clearly still hard.

What was he even getting at? He pulled apart Rains cunt to get a look at how Dews fingers slid in and out of him with ease, cold air of the room only making Rain feel more exposed while Aether practically gawked at him.

“It’s not?” Dew stalled his movements, Rain giving a small noise of protest beneath him.

“No, its entirely medical remember? since we are supposed to be keeping him pure, papas orders” Aether said like it should’ve been obvious. Maybe it should have been honestly, Aether pushed a finger of his in next to Dews making Rain arch off the table with the stretch. With the way he clamped down he was surely close already, never been touched and now being stretched wide on three fingers, “maybe the poor things just too far gone if he’s feeling this good. If he was truly devoted he would be still, wouldn’t ask for more. It’s a shame that we will have to inform papa”

Dew pressed a bit harder on his clit, fingers crooking up against that sweet spot he wasn’t sure if Rain even knew he had. Before he could stop it, Rain was spasming around Aether and Dews fingers, a small cry leaving his lips as he completely soaked the paper on the table

“Oh well that’s certainly not normal” Aether removed his hand, disposing of the glove in the trash can without another beat while Dew debated licking his clean, “a true disciple wouldn’t do that, would they?”

[perfectlovevn]

Can you do the understand my ship thing for Posion, Ryan and Eris

I’m going to jam these two asks together since it’s easier to categorize them. Here’s my notes on each of them.

Eris is kind of difficult since they are still a self insert character so really you can make the sliders however you want since I never really gave any specific detail on most of them. The only thing I really confirmed is that they have had previous relationships and that they use pet names (specifically with Milo). That’s also why all the “levels” are blank. That and I quite literally don’t know, Eris is that much of an enigma to me. Their portrait didn’t have enough space to really show off their hair though which is unfortunate.

Poisons general thing for PDA is pretty much just fighting, so it will be a lot of outdoor fights. Also I’m just eyeballing their height because once again I’m really bad with heights.

Ryan is supposed to be shorter than Milo since I think this giant boy being bullied by a smaller guy is kind of funny, however once again I am bad at heights I was staring at that one height comparison chart for like a solid 10 minutes. I still think that his way of showing affection is just like berating or backhand complimenting people though.

I almost forgot how to draw Ryan and Poison, I’m sorry about that.

[leviosally]

2024 Fic Roundup / AO3 Ask Game

Thank you for the tag @gaiaseyes451 ! Sorry it took a bit to get around to this 💜

What fandoms do you write in?

Good Omens currently, but have written for The Witcher, and a bit for Legend of Zelda

How many words have you published in 2024?

459,251...that's not including my other account. Wahoo!

What is your greatest achievement this year?

I'm just so happy (and a little wistful) to have finished my long fic, Play for Me the Music of Your Heart It's been a long time in the writing (since 2022) and I'm so pleased to have crossed the finish line.

What are your favourite top three fics you've written this year?

(I technically have only written/added on to 2 fics this year 🙈)

Play for Me the Music of Your Heart- My 31 ch. Good Omens university music school AU that I finally finished!! May I offer you violinist Crowley? Or pianist/conductor Aziraphale?

Sweet Things - My short post S3 kinky fic from The Art of Yelling server's Valentine's Kink Calendar event. (CW sex with snake form Crowley)

( I wrote an rpf on almost this exact day a year ago though)

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

I worried myself several times (unnecessarily, but anxiety gremlins) that I would draw a complete blank on the final ch. of my long fic and fail to complete it. I gave the gremlins the finger.

What have you learned?

Tell the story you want to tell. Better to write for yourself and the handful of people the story will resonate with than to force a story you think will appeal to the masses. If it's pulling at you, it's pulling for a reason.--wise words there by gaia that I'm going to leave.

And also, just continuing to learn more about writing, art and the creative process in general.

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

Nothing that I started that didn't make it, plenty on the idea pile that I want to write.

Did you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out?

I did! I've looked at fic for @dat-carovieh, @nightgazings, @tawnyontumblr, there might be others that I'm forgetting and I'm so sorry, but all of you are wonderful writers and it was a pleasure working with you!

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

The Squire's Wife by @copperplatebeech - Good Omens. I have had it marked for later for forever, because 24 hours/day is criminal. It's wonderful! Copper's signature snappy, crisp prose, her wonderfully witty sense of humor and the absolute sorcery she invokes in her dialogue use make this a wonderful read. And of course, she had me at 'music au'.

The Red King's Consort by @okamiwind - This one is Legend of Zelda (BotW/ToTK) and the pairing Link/Sidon. It is one of the most beautiful fics I have ever read, pairings aside. It is scorching hot, evocative, and just lush. It's like eating a particularly rich truffle, and the pining and longing is off the charts gorgeous.

I did a lot of re-reading of comfort fics as well, as this year was quite stressful, so @mia-ugly Slow Show, @sevdrag, Old Vines, I will always love these from the bottom of my heart.

What ideas are percolating for next year?

Let's see...I want to write my own Link/Sidon if the right idea hits. I also have a shorter kink fic in mind for GO as well as a meet-cute that's art student Crowley and figure model Aziraphale. Longer GO fic includes a wildland firefighter Crowley and forest service ranger Aziraphale fic (not 31 chapters again, Someone willing) and we got pretty jazzed about a drum corp AU on The Serpent and the Saint server last night, so...maybe a collab? 👀

I've also been told I need to get cracking on a historical original fic for Liszt/Chopin 😆😏

Who do you want to thank?

Oh godddd, so many amazing people: @ajconstantine, and @tybalttrouble my wonderful betas, and @dawn-the-rithmatist for yelling with me and cheering and also helping beta. WE MADE IT. Everyone on the Art of Yelling discord server, really, y'all are awesome.

@wingsofopal for your amazing art, your encouragement, and for reaching out and prodding me to open The Serpent and the Saint pub discord server to all the amazing people reading and supporting Play for Me the Music of Your Heart. @gaiaseyes451, @paperclipninja, @hermiola, @notalostcausejustyet (and special shout out to you, my dear, for helping me navigate formatting for print) and everyone else I didn't tag who is there, or that I can't find here, I LOVE YOU ALL TO ABSOLUTE BITS AND I DON'T DESERVE YOU 🥹😭🙏🫂

No pressure tags: @dat-carovieh, @badwolfbadwolf, @ambrasue I have no idea who hasn't been tagged yet, if you're mentioned above, also please take it as a tag. If you see this and want to play, please do!

[splendsay]

COD FIC // Callsign: Sunshine // Ch. 34: Normal

bruh. this one was a beast. I'd originally written like 3k words of an entirely different plot progression and I was just not happy with it (IT WAS TOO SAD I COULDN'T DO IT) and then this one just kept goin' and goin' and goin' and welp here we are.

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Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 34: Normal

!!MDNI!!

Chapters: 34/? WC: 85,582 Pairing(s): TF141 x F!Reader (You) Chapter Warnings: Explicit language, reference to/implied previous non-con and torture Chapter Excerpt (ft. big time spoilers):

You can't not tell Simon. You just can't. 

You hate yourself for taking this long to realize it. Another tick in the column of 'Reasons You'll Never Be Good Enough For Him.'

It'll be awful. He's going to flip his fucking lid. And he'll blame himself. 

But you can't lie to him. Can't keep a secret like this. He's your -- he's...well...you don't know exactly. 

You love him. You do know that much. And you'd never willfully cause him harm or heartache. You'll help him see -- help him see that it's not his fault. 

You need to tell him. You want to tell him. You're ready to tell him. 

Unfortunately, the doctor insists on quarantining you in his office -- his little makeshift med bay -- while you undergo what he's calling 'testing and observation.' 

It starts the usual way. He picks up a small clipboard and pen, jotting things down as he weighs you. Measures your height. Takes your temperature. Quizzes you about your health status. Date of birth, family medical history, current symptoms. You rattle off answers to each inquiry, mind-numbingly practiced. Rehearsed. 

But then he asks you what the first day of your last period was and you draw a blank. It's...it's been so long, you haven't a clue. You tell him as much and he pauses his scribbling to look up at you, eyes boring holes through those little spectacles. 

"Explain," he says.

"I...I haven't had a regular period since before the Rift. Haven't had one at all in months."

His frown deepens as he notes it in your chart. "Can you remember roughly the last time you bled?"

You scan your memories. It's been ages. Since shortly after the rebels took over Temecula. You'd had such a hard time finding supplies, you'd ended up using bunched up old socks to spare your only pair of jeans the worst of it. 

"Late January, I think..."

He purses his lips and looks back down at your chart, humming thoughtfully. "Had you been regular prior to the Rift?"

"Yeah, I was. Before."

He makes a small harrumph noise. "Malnutrition, probably. Lifestyle. But we should keep an eye on it."

You snort at his use of the word lifestyle, as though you'd been given a choice in the matter, but you don't argue. 

"Are you sexually active?"

Your face heats. You can't help the sideways glance you give Soap, but he's not looking at you, he's looking at the floor. 

"I...yes."

"Number of partners in the last six months?"

You clear your throat to subdue the wave of nausea that roils through you. "Um...two."

"Are you using protection?"

You clench your teeth together. "Not at the moment..."

The doctor sighs. "You're not trying to conceive, are you?"

"I...no."

"Then you should probably be on something. Especially with your irregularity. I think I've a few IUDs in here somewhere."

"That's...really okay. I'm good."

He eyes you up and down. You feel every inch of it, like he's painting your skin with a brush made of judgment. "Very well," he says finally. "I've got Mifepristone too."

Soap sputters out a choked cough, but the doc just goes right into his next question. 

It goes on like this a little while longer. He peers in your eyes and ears, inspects the skin of your body in places beyond your wrist. Makes you stick out your tongue so he can look at your tonsils. Everything is normal, he says. 

Normal. Your mind gets stuck on that diagnosis. Normal. 

You don't feel normal. Your body does, you guess. Except for the part where your lungs feel a little too big for your ribcage. Or where your heartbeat feels like it's in stop and go traffic -- speeding up only to inexplicably slow down again seconds later. Your hands are perpetually damp. You keep having to wipe them on your legs. But those, at least, are feelings you're accustomed to. 

Normal.

If the abnormal is normal, then what good is the word to begin with? What the hell does it mean?

Eventually, the doctor handcuffs your left wrist to the long aluminum table he's sat you on, which is bolted to the cement floor. Just for safety's sake, he insists. You don't particularly care for it, but you also don't know for sure that your little group's theory is sound -- and God forbid you actually are infected and do turn. Soap protests plenty on your behalf, anyway, growling at the old man like a belligerent little bulldog. 

But, the doc, cold and aloof as ever, merely waves him off without so much as a word. 

You're freezing, likely un-helped by the cool metal biting into the bare skin of your thighs, the pajamas you'd brought down to the showers not quite appropriate for the frigid, sterile nature of this room. It's a complaint you've yet to voice, for fear that Soap will leave you here alone with the doctor to hunt you down a blanket. 

He's a strange man. Not creepy, per se. But he's difficult to read. Abrupt. Clinical. You don't like him. And he definitely doesn't seem to like you. You don't want to be stuck in silence alone with him. 

For whatever it's worth, he has managed to turn this space into a genuine infirmary. It came equipped with the table, of course, but also a small sink and several empty bookcases that he's now using for storage. The overhead lights are unlike that of any other room in the house -- and you wonder if they're his doing. The bulbs are fluorescent -- harsh and unpleasant. They feel like something a doctor would jive with. The house's power has always been intermittent, hence why most rooms come equipped with an oil lamp, so they flicker every now and again, which is decidedly atmospheric. Not in a good way.

But, it's a fitting backdrop to a situation so fucked up, you don't even know how to begin unraveling everything -- each problem its own cord, all tied up in a giant, tightly wound knot from hell. 

Let's see: you were bitten by a zombie on a mission gone awry, where you willingly placed yourself in harm's way to get your lover out of trouble and bury the bones of people who were important to your -- friend. Said lover is mad at you for disobeying an order, even though said disobedience saved his ass from certain death. Said friend is now caught in the middle of your fight with your lover because you decided to involve him in your stupid little zombie secret first. 

Oh! Also, said friend happens to be a man for whom you are harboring secret feelings of love even though his best friend is your aforementioned lover. And, is this your first brush with a love triangle amongst military pals? No! Your fucked up demon brain has a habit of this. You love Simon. You love Soap. Your love for both men grows on a near hourly basis -- twisting and twining together like some sort of grotesque fun house ribbon candy. You've no idea how to approach it -- how to be honest about your feelings without hurting one or both of them. You don't even know the extent of their feelings for one another, but a little voice in the back of your head tells you it's worth exploring. How the fuck does one broach that topic?

To make no mention that the parallels between this triangle and the last are drudging up a whole host of nightmarish memories that you've spent the last three years attempting to bury. Images of your former lovers' dead, unseeing eyes flickering on the back of your own eyelids any time you close them for too long. The feeling of Mod's shoulder pounding into your ribcage as he tries to escape with you not unlike the feeling you get now when you remember what happened after you were separated from him. 

And on top of it all -- you're not turning. You aren't turning into a zombie like you should be. The most likely culprit? Your beloved father, Inventor of the Zombie Virus That Continues to Plague the World, and his covert inoculation efforts cleverly disguised as an old man slowly losing his mind over the powers of tea.  

Yeah. Normal. Everything is super normal.

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[bananaofswifts]

BY RACHEL SONIS

It came to her in a dream (an embarrassing one, at that), Taylor Swift recalled about the origin of her song, “All You Had To Do Was Stay.” On the cusp of her ascent into stratospheric superstardom with the release of her fifth studio album 1989 in 2014, Swift explained to TIME that in the dream, her ex had come to her front door to get her back, and all she could say back was a high-pitched “Stay.”

“It was almost operatic,” Swift said. “I woke up from the dream, saying the weird part into my phone, figuring I had to include it in something because it was just too strange not to. In pop, it’s fun to play around with little weird noises like that.”

It’s how some of our greatest pop songs have come about: making music out of the weird or the strange. That's why it is all the more surprising that “All You Had To Do Was Stay” has never gotten its due. With the release of Swift’s rerecording of 1989 bringing Taylor’s version of the song, nine years after the original, the time has come to reassess the long underappreciated track.

There’s a science, of course, behind “All You Had To Do Was Stay” and its placement on 1989. The song falls into what Swifties call the “Track Five” factor. If you look at Swift’s albums, the story goes, the fifth track of each one is the saddest and most cathartic of the project—and typically best captures its mood and message. On Fearless, it was “White Horse.” On Speak Now, it was “Dear John” and on Red, “All Too Well.” The list goes on, and for the release of her seventh studio album Lover (with “The Archer” as track five), Swift acknowledged the clear pattern.

Contrary to popular opinion, this is also true of “All You Had To Do Was Stay.” It’s one of the saddest songs in Swift’s discography, but it’s created in a way that feels foreign to those who have been following her music since she cried tears on her guitar. In fact, it’s worth asking if it’s a strategic move for the self-proclaimed “mastermind” of subtext.

Saying so long to the country darling we once knew, 1989 marked Swift’s entry squarely into the pop arena. We heard inklings of this in Red two years prior, but this time, the shift in sound was unmistakable: Swift was charting a path toward a kind of pop stardom where her music was going to become ubiquitous and permeable—heard in your bedroom, your mom’s car, or even on the dance floor.

In many ways, this album was meant to be a light-hearted pop forward soundtrack to Swift’s life. “Shake It Off” and “Blank Space” were devil-may-care responses to the media circus and Swift’s romantic throes while “Welcome to New York” was a gleeful proclamation of young adulthood and finding one’s footing in a world that is electric and full of possibility. Even the most pointed of songs, “Bad Blood,” still feels coy and playful. But as any Swiftie knows, you can never have fun without the pain. And that’s where “All You Had To Do Was Stay” plays its critical role.

Perhaps that’s part of the brilliance of 1989, but also of Swift’s mastery. Behind the pulsing synths, drum pads, and processed backing vocals, lyrically, the story she’s trying to tell is just as vulnerable, relatable, and cutting. “People like you always want back the love they pushed aside. But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye”—a line that lands with a sinister calm before an explosive “stay!” carries us into the chorus. There, with brutal honesty, Swift battles how complicated breakups can be: how you might hate someone and still want them back. How people inflict their deepest wounds on each other despite their best intentions. And how you can dance through the sadness and feel release—from that person and sometimes, even, from yourself.

Catharsis comes in many forms and from places where you’d least expect. Sometimes it’s tender and quiet. But it can also be loud and raise hell. With “All You Had To Do Was Stay,” Swift made clear that catharsis in the form of the latter was OK—that loudness and spectacle is OK. The song’s drama, sharp storytelling, and dreamlike quality are unmistakably Swiftian. At the same time, it shows the beauty of how pop music works: How weird and crazy sounds and your most embarrassing stories and dreams can be operatic and accessible. If only you give yourself enough room to lean into it and dance.

[u3pxx]

yooo i didn’t know you were playing dgs2! how far are you and what do you think so far? :o

oh god, it's been such a long time! i was playing it with some of my friends long ago and i'm afraid we're stuck somewhere in the middle of the first case and we haven't been able to continue bc of our wildly different schedules 😔

i am enjoying the first case a LOT though, i love the immediate focus on susato (i love the ryutaro disguise I LOVE HER it's such a funny contrast to see someone like her who's usually calm and knowledgeable about the law as co-counsel be as much of a nervous wreck like ryuunoske was when she's the one leading lolll [ALSO HER SPRITES! her eyes darting everywhere is so charming and funny])

i think it's a clever way to ease us in a tutorial again without like having ryuunosuke or susato be like oh no! i have amnesia! and/or i forgot how the law works for no reason! she needs help because she's so NERVOUS her mind blanks and man, isn't that real pfttt

and i also really like who the victim was in this case (which did make me gasp out loud when i saw the opening cutscene bc i did not expect that frankly.) i feel like they're building up to a bigger reveal/story and i'm excited bc ohhh that person killed an important character in the first case and now that they're dead we're never gonna know their true motives... for now! (it's actually also been a while since i played the first game and i can't remember if there was any mention of the victim of 2-1's motive on that one ASKSKS)

I LOVE REI I LOVE HERRRR such a strong personality, best friend energy off the charts, unashamedly in love with her best friend what more could you ask for

ok the things i want to say are escaping me bc im pretty sleepy FDGHD but i just remembered when i finally got what the pun was in rei membami (it wasn't even in our own let's play i was watching an lp on youtube lol) i had to get up and leave bc fuck off localization team don't ever speak to me again /lh ASKSKDGHJD

dont know much about menimemo yet bc i think we stopped in his 2nd testimony maybe but also fuck off with his name pun DFGHJD

[wheelin-after-midnight]

06.

Is your closet disorganized?

No.

Have you ever been to Times Square?

No, I really wanna go to NY though. Babe is originally from there.

What TV shows do you watch on a regular basis?

I feel like since getting rid of cable and just streaming there's nothing I watch on a regular basis. I'll find stuff and binge it all at once. The last show I can think of that I watched again after seeing it already is You, Me, Her.

Have you ever accidentally left something valuable at a shop before?

Yeah. I accidentally left my purse in a Tim Hortons when I was there several years ago with my dad. Had my ID and debit card and everything. I didn't realize til we got halfway back to my house. We turned around and went back and the girl working in the front was an angel and took it and tucked it under the counter with her so no one would steal anything.

What makes your life remarkable?

I think my life has been the furthest thing from remarkable, honestly. But the love and connection I try to extend to others and a conscious decision to be/do different than a lot of folks around me and certain things I grew up around, that offsets some of the struggles and darkness and makes it meaningful.

Are you putting off doing anything that you really need to get done?

Not at the moment, no.

What is the last thing you scribbled down on a Post-It note?

I have no recollection of the last time I even used a post it note.

What are you currently listening to?

Whitney Houston's cover of Stevie Wonder's Love's in Need of Love Today live in Durban South Africa

How would you react in discovering your best friend was seriously obsessed with you?

Uh. That would be disappointing, to say the least. I'd either confront her or get her some professional help, depending on the gravity of the situation. Likely distance myself and cut off the friendship, too.

Do you care if your produce is organic or not?

No.

Do you have any children? If so, how old were you when you had them? If not, do you think you ever will?

I don't and I can't. It's a sore subject and I'll probably never truly get over it.

Do you eat meat?

For now, yeah. I'd like to go back to being a vegetarian eventually.

Do you get enough calcium?

Yeah. Even if not from food, I take a multivitamin.

Do you think before you act or speak?

Absolutely.

Do you have a SwagBucks account?

I have no idea what that is. << me either, sis.

Are you nosy?

Not in the least.

Do you always try on clothes before purchasing them?

No, as I never really get to go out and if I do I need help in the fitting room. I'm not always comfortable asking that depending on who I'm with. I use size charts online and usually order that way.

Is there anything in your closet with the tags still on?

Nope.

Are you happy with the size of your bedroom?

I live in a studio. No actual bedroom.

Do you add people you don’t actually know on Facebook?

I don't even add a good chunk of the people I do know on Facebook. I haven't even made a post since 2019.

What’s your favorite condiment?

Sirracha mayonnaise, regular mayonnaise, sour cream, soya sauce.

Would you even want to know how much of your life has been spent online?

Ugh, no. The digital well-being app that breaks down time spent on different apps on my devices is bad enough. I avoid looking at it as much as possible.

Do you shop at American Eagle?

No.

List 5 things you’re afraid of:

My living situation changing next year, something bad happening to my cat, my disability further deteriorating my body and affecting my ability to be independent and still have decent quality of life. Those are the big ones. I'm drawing a blank on another two.

Have you forgotten anything important recently?

Not recently, but like a month ago I forgot my keys and a neighbour had to let me into the building. Thankfully I hadn't locked the door to my actual apartment.

Would you say you’re an honest person?

Generally, yeah. I lie by omission sometimes when people ask me how I'm doing and I don't feel like going into the actual response, and I do keep a lot about myself and my personal life from my family that I don't want them to know or don't feel like I can open up to them about for various reasons - I've hid a whole entire relationship from most of them for years - for example. But yeah I don't lie for no reason or to be malicious or hurt people.

The last Facebook message you received from the opposite sex, what did it say?

It was some dumbass video my brother sent me lmao. He finds the weirdest shit. His sense of humour is.... Somethin' special, that's for sure, lmaooo.

What does the nicest message in your Facebook inbox say?

Probably Brittany saying something really sweet the last time I was sad and venting to her or my girlfriend asking what she can do the last time I was having a terrible day.

Is your best friend single?

Neither of them are. One is married. One has a boyfriend.

What color was the ink of the last pen you wrote with?

I think it was blue.

What does your pencil-case look like?

I don't have one. I found these cool ones with Whitney on them that I kind of want, though.

Where was the last place you went that was totally new to you, as in, it was the first time you’d been there?

I'm pretty sure I've not been to the Walmart we went to after we last went to the theatre. I could be wrong though.

When was the last time you used someone else’s computer?

Not in years.

Who do you dislike the most? Explain what you dislike about that person.

I don't wanna get into this right now. I'm just gonna get upset and unnecessarily raise my blood pressure, lmao.

What’s the longest you’ve liked someone without doing anything about it?

Like a year.

Do you use straightening irons on your hair? What brand?

I have some, but I hardly use them.

What’s the relationship status of the last person you talked to?

We're dating each other.

Is there anything you would like to complain about?

I'm dreading having to move next year, y'all. I do not feel good about this situation at all :/

What’s the first line of the last song you listened to?

"Don't make no difference if I'm wrong or I'm right, I got the feeling and I'm willing tonight, well I ain't nobody's angel, what can I say? I'm just that way, ehheyyy, say it, say it again."

Think of the person from your past that hurt you the most. Is there anything you would like to say to that person?

Yeah, but she wouldn't genuinely listen or care or change anything, so it doesn't matter.

Does your mom like the last person you kissed?

She doesn't know her.

Now your cell phone, what color is it?

No cell. This tablet is black and silver.

What was so special about today?

Nothing. One of my favorite podcasts drops episodes every Thursday, if that counts.

If somebody tried to steal your best friend’s boyfriend/girlfriend, what would you do?

Tell her/ask if she knew about it, then commiserate/bitch about the audacity people together/laugh it off because we know it's never gonna work out for the person trying to steal them in the end.

What was the last thing you said to your mother?

"Rubber bands for tying trash."

When was the last time you cried?

I cried myself to sleep last night.

Has anyone made you upset lately?

My mum has.

What are you looking forward to?

Seeing Wicked with Brittany next Saturday.

Does anyone completely understand you?

My Nan did, but I don't have her anymore.

Ever stayed up all night on the phone?

Yeah.

Do you miss your past?

No.

Do you have a reason to smile right now?

My cat always gives me a reason when I can't find one.

Are you a forgiving person?

It depends on the person and the situation but not usually, no. I used to be.

Do you say sorry first?

I used to, even if I didn't do anything wrong. I've gotten a little better at only doing it when warranted

Do you like cats?

I love cats, but I love mine the most. I'll see if I can figure out how to insert one of my favorite pictures of her right here.

Has someone promised you something and broke it?

Multiple people. My mother is particularly bad for getting my hopes up and crushing them just because.

Did you kiss or hug anyone today?

Nippy.

Does your phone ring in the middle of the night? It hardly rings in the daytime.

Is there anybody you’re really disappointed in right now?

Kind of.

Have you ever lost someone you wish you didn’t? .

I'll never be okay with having to do the rest of my life without my Nan.

Are you anything like you were a year ago?

Yes and no.

Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?

Many times.

Would you rather spend a day outside with friends or inside alone?

Outside with friends. I'm alone all the time.

Think back to this time last year, were you happy?

No.

Has anyone upset you in the last week?

Yes.

What should you be doing?

There's nothing I need to be doing. Anything that needed doing was done before I started this.

Describe how you feel right now in one word.

Ehhh.

What would you do if you found out one of your friends was going for the person you liked?

This would never happen, but I'd confront them about it and probably not be friends anymore. Might break up with my gf too if she had so little respect for me that she genuinely entertained being with my friend.

Do you prefer drinking water from a bottle or a sink?

Bottle. We're advised not to consume our tap water here.

Will you ever run away and get married in Las Vegas with no notifications to either of your families?

I won't be getting married, but if I could, something like that wouldn't be off the table tbh.

Have you ever thrown your iPod in anger?

I've never had an iPod.

Who did you last have a heart-to-heart conversation with?

Brittany or babe.

Do you believe that there’s good in everybody?

Absolutely not!

Has anything happened to you within the past month that has made you mad?

Oh yeah.

Would you ever get a tattoo?

I have two and want at least two more.

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

Possibilities

Keegan Russ Fanfic

TW: Mentions Death, Delirium, Depression, Starvation. Mentions Blood.

Angsty Fanfic

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"It's been approximately 2 months since they gave me the news of your death. Now I sit in my room looking out the window. I was put on medical leave for the time being until further notice."

"Why do I do this to myself?"

"Oh yeah that's right because you promised me you would come home."

"At least now I can be alone and not have everyone on the fucking TF ask me if I'm okay and if I want to talk about it."

"it"

"Fucking It"

"Just leave me alone Keegan"

"You're not real. You're dead"

"You died two months ago."

"You're just a figment of my imagination"

"Don't talk like that Kid, I'm here with you."

Keegan walked towards her kneeling down in front of her chair. Reaching out to touch her face, he stroked her face.

Tilting his head he gazed at her with a confused scowl on his face. Retracting his hand he sighed loudly.

"Please look at me kid. I promised you I would never leave you alone."

"yeah, you promised.........but you're dead."

"leave me alone. Go haunt someone else."

"don't talk like that kid"

Shuffling in her chair she continued to look out the window. Sighing softly wiping away the tears that fell onto her cheeks. Sniffling softly hiding her face with her sleeves. Pale cheeks, dry mouth, her weak frail body recovering slowly from the bruises she had from her past injuries.

In her delirious state she started to sing softly.

"so if you really want to know"

"when I'm away from you"

"I'm happier then ever"

"wish I could explain it better"

"please don't talk like that."

Keegan sighed heavily with tears falling down his cheeks onto his mask. He stood up balling his fist up walking away he passed a mirror only to catch his reflection.

"This can't be"

Touching his chest he saw the blood that covered his chest and stomach. His mask covered in tiny speckled burns.

"what happened to me"

"you died and it was my fault. I didn't make it in time. If I had turned back I would have stopped the RPG from hitting the house you were taking cover in."

"I lost you Keegs. It's all my fault."

"You promised me that we would walk away from this life and start new away from all the fighting and gore. Just me and you."

"why did I have to live. I should've gone with you."

"My wings have been clipped."

"Now look at me. I'm wasting away sitting in my room watching meaningless TV while they buried you."

"Why does it hurt so much when you fall in love.

Keegan looked down at his gloved hands. looking back to her. Those beautiful eyes that held her heart of gold was now replaced with emptiness and darkness.

"why can't I remember that day."

"I don't know Keegs."

"leave me be. Go haunt someone else."

"I can't watch you leave, not again."

"I don't want to watch you leave. But I can't promise you that I'll not starve myself."

Looking down at her bandaged hands she couldn't cry anymore. She had been crying since day one. Now it's been two months. In her vegetative state she had an IV line connected to her left arm. Feeling the cold shivers running up her spine that gave her comfort in a way that she couldn't explain.

"Sparrow.....baby please look at me....... Please"

"Please look at me...."

"Leave me alone!"

"You're Dead! Its All In My Head!"

Keegan stopped calling to her. He stood in silence. Looking down at the white tile floors he exhaled loudly.

"I'll be here. I'm gonna be here when you need me"

Meanwhile Outside Her Room.

"Captain here's her chart."

Doctor Adams handed Captain Price her chart.

"How has she been Doc?"

Price look over her chart reading line for line. Her psychiatric evaluation was blank. She's unresponsive to all the test and refuses treatment.

"Not good, she's progressively getting worse in this state. She stopped talking. She's becoming more and more delirious. She is starting to have an ongoing conversation alone."

With a heavy sigh Doctor Adams pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Looking into her room he saw her sitting in front of the window with her IV stand beside her chair.

"She finally snapped Captain. This kind of loss in soldiers is very common."

"Does she have any family."

Looking to Captain Price he waited patiently for him to answer.

"No, the TF is the closest thing she has to family."

Exhaling silently Price watched her sit in her room. Looking back to Doctor Adams he chewed his inner cheek thinking what to say. He thought carefully about what to say.

"Captain this isn't gonna get any better anytime soon, she needs to be on constant round the clock care. Dealing with this kind of trauma isn't easy."

"Look Doc, I'm gonna say this as polite as possible."

"People like us put our lives on the line for people like you to go home to your loves ones and go to bed without fear in the world that what ever war that is happening out there doesn't come through your door or windows."

"Men and Women like her make those sacrifices."

"Stick to what you know Moppet"

Price entered the room. Looking around her bare white room. The only color that stood out was dead wilted flowers and her comforter that covered her bed.

She sat in her chair in front of the window staring outside. Clearing his throat she didn’t a knowledge his presence.

“Sparrow”

“Don’t call me that, Please”

Holding back her tears, and sobs biting down on her fist she swallowed thickly and harshly. Her sniffles echoed in the room.

“Okay”

Price took his hat off looking down. Thinking about what he was gonna say to her. Licking his lips he exhaled softly.

“He use to call me that. It’s just Mara now”

"Mara"

"It's been a while since I called you by your real name."

Price walked towards the window. Looking outside before him is the hospital court yard full of flowers a few nurses and patients.

"Why are you here Captain?"

"I don't want your condolences. I can't listen to another person say his name or talk about him."

"Nothing you guys say to me is new. Nothing New."

"Spare me the memories of him. I can't go through that again."

Mara stood up quickly tears filling her eyes. Taking a step forward she grabbed Captain Price. Her feeble body shivered with pain. Price held her frail body in his arms. Feeling her body tremble she started to cry in his arms. Feeling her tears soak into his shirt he held her close to his chest. Patting her back he consoled her till she fell asleep in his arms.

"Mara I will do what I can to help you."

"Sparrow, look at me please. I promised you I will always be with you. I'm not going anywhere."

"Baby please for me. Please let someone help you. I can't stand by while you're wasting away and I can't help you."

"Sparrow my girl please"

"You'll always be my girl."

[onemeangreenbean]

Anything Ch 5

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering  and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of  “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC 

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: violence, gore, murder (maybe), eventual smut, panic attacks, Namjoon being an asshole, handsy bath time, Yoongi being soft

WORDCOUNT: 7,882 words

A/N: The next chapter is here! It's a bit steamy but this is supposed to be a slow burn and this is as slow as I can go. Thanks for all the love and support y'all have shown me it means a lot. I'm gonna start a taglist so feel free to reach out if you would like to be included! Also if anyone is interested in being a beta reader please let me know cause I could use the help 😅

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The first thing that Wynter notices is the desert that is the inside of her mouth, like she had been eating cotton. Also the fact that it taste like something died in her mouth made her want to vomit. Though she did begin to recognize that she herself felt as though she had died, again. Taking stock of her limps starting with her feet and moving up everything ached but still worked. Wynter racked her brain to try and recount what happened and where she was. Faintly she remembered seeing Yoongi and him telling her she was safe and that he wouldn't leave her. Her location was a mystery to her but there was only one way to find that out.  

Slowly she opened her eyes, expecting to see the last bit of sunlight coming through the window only to be greeted by the darkness of night and a small light coming from a lamp in the corner of the room. Yoongi came into view before she can see anything else. Perched on the floor next to the bed she was laying in. His hair hung down obscuring his face, making it hard for her to gauge his expression but Wynter could tell that his body was tense.  “You stayed,” she managed to rasp out, her voice shot. 

The demon spared her a glance from the floorboard he was staring at, “I tend to keep my promises.” 

“How long was I asleep for?”

Running is hand through his dark hair Yoongi huffed out, “About two hours but you need more rest. Your body’s been through a lot.” His deep voice was soothing to her as his eyes took in her state searching for anything that seemed off, but she looked fine. 

“Where are we at,” mummering Wynter looked around the traditional Korean room. Taking in the various shelves and cabinets. 

Before Yoongi could respond someone cleared their throat. “You’re at our ancestral hanok.” The sound of Namjoon’s voice startled Wynter snapping her attention to where he was sitting at the desk. Wynter would venture to say she was pretty good at reading Namjoon’s face and the level of anger she was reading was off the charts. 

Swallowing hard she squeaked, “Joon!” She attempted to sit up so that she could face him properly, but Yoongi gently pushed her back down. Which was probably a good thing since the room started spinning when she sat up. Seeing Namjoon did nothing to clear up what was happening, but if the way Namjoon eyes narrowed where Yoongi touched her then it was not good. 

Yoongi looked just as agitated by Namjoon, his face as blank as the day Wynter met him. He was trying to keep his composer after sitting in awkward silence for over two hours with a shaman sending him death glares. The tension was palpable in the room and Wynter was sure Namjoon had a lot to say and questions to ask. Shifting her gaze to Yoongi she cleared her throat, “Do you mind giving us a moment?” If looks could kill she’d be a dead woman with the glare Yoongi threw her way. “Please.”

Yoongi was in the mindset to deny her, not wanting to be away from her after such a close call, but those big brown eyes and tiny pout got him. While Namjoon’s thoughts had been filled with nothing but  interesting ways to kill him for the past hour or so, when Wynter woke up his thoughts changed to something more questioning. Yoongi could also see that Wynter wanted some time to explain what was happening if her thoughts were anything to go by. 

Resigning himself, Yoongi scratched at the spot right under he scar and  hauled himself off up the floor and dusted his pants off, “I’ll be right outside.” The statement was more for the shaman than Wynter.

The door softly clicked shut, leaving the two friends in a silent standoff. Wynter didn’t even know where to begin. “So, I see you met Yoongi,” the sentence sounded weak even to her own ears. All Namjoon did in response was to quirk his eyebrow, jaw tensing. Slowly Wynter pushed herself to sit up ignoring the dizziness, leaning back against the wooded headboard.“I can in fact explain. Long story short, that day a few weeks ago when I wasn’t feeling well, turns out Jiyeon placed a death curse on me and I was in real bad shape like almost dead bad shape. So I did the only thing I could think of and that was to summon a demon to make a deal. I didn’t know it would be him. I thought it would be some low level demon who would want my first born or something.” 

Wynter’s small chuckle died off when she saw that Namjoon didn’t appreciate her small joke. “Besides the point, either way he came and made that deal with me, saved me, but you know in order to reverse a curse fully you need to be able to send it back but we needed to find out what curse it was first. Which is what I wanted to be able to do on my own before I brought it to you. I’m wanted to prove to myself that I could at least do that before I asked you to help me.” 

Wynter’s chest heaved once she was finished with her word vomit. She just felt as though if she didn’t get it all out then she would never be able to explain to Namjoon before he started lecturing her. She waited with baited breath for his response but his face gave nothing away but she could see that he was thinking. “How completely reckless could you be?” Out of all of the things she was expecting him to say calling her reckless was not on that list. 

“What?” she whispered.

“You heard me. How fucking reckless could you be! You promised him anything! You know better than that. You family taught you better than that. I taught you better than that. There were a number of rituals, spells, potions that I know you have on hand which would have given you enough time to call me or Jin or Tae. But no you did the one ritual we don’t do and now there is a high level demon running around unchecked. My shop is wrecked because he came in there and tried to kill us to get to you! What did he take?”

Wynter was stunned into silence. She had never seen Namjoon raise his voice, let alone yell. His voice was still ringing in her ears and she was sure everyone who was in the home could hear. “Joon -”

“What did he take!”

“My power, and technically my soul too.” Wynter had never felt as small as she did in that moment under Namjoon’s ever narrowing gaze.

He looked as though he was at a loss for words, or that the words he was going to say at the very least were going to hurt. So he just shook his head and placed it in his hands.  “Look I understand that you’re upset,” his scoff interrupted Wynter. “But it truly was the only thing I could think to do. Based on my current condition you saw first hand what it does.” Wynter was trying her best not to let her voice shake with emotions as she tried not to burst out into tears. “I didn’t ask to be cursed.”

At that Namjoon looked up and really seem to take in Wynter. How while she looked fine right now less that three hours ago she looked dead. Skin ashen and eyes open and vacant. If she was even the slightest bit aware of what was happening when the curse initially took place then her reaction was warranted. Namjoon knew that in that same situation he was sure all of his training would also fly out of the window. He was stubborn though, what was really bothering him was that she didn’t trust him enough to tell him. 

“I wanted to tell you because I was terrified of this happening,” Wynter spoke softly. Swiftly wiping a tear the escaped. “Then you seemed so worried about Yoongi being out and how you were going to have to also take out whoever summoned him and I got even more scared.”

“We would never hurt you. We’d find another way.” Namjoon’s voice was low as his tried to rack his brain on how to get Wynter out of this contract and situation. 

“But I had no clue to know that!” Wynter could feel herself getting worked up. He wasn’t seeing where she was coming from, and if he did he wasn’t acknowledging it. “I was going to tell you eventually when I got a handle on the situation.”

“And when the fuck was that going to be! Because from where I’m sitting you don’t have a handle on shit.” Wynter could felt like her chest was collapsing on itself. She could tell that a panic attack was creeping up. She never took being yelled at well, and anger combined with disappointment always got to her. “You should have told me as soon as it happened. This is too big for you to handle alone!”

“If I could go back and change time I would but I fucking can’t!” She shouted between gasps for air. Slowly she sucked in some air and blew it out, trying to regulate her breath the way the Yoongi had a few nights ago. The door opening drew both of their attentions and Jin walked in holding a tray. 

“That’s enough of that,” he stated as he leveled a stare at Namjoon. “You’re upsetting my patient and if you’re going to continue you can leave.” When he got no response from Namjoon, Jin sat on the side of the bed with a tray that had a bowel samgyetang soup, some rice, kimchi, and a glass of water on it. The smell of the ginseng and chicken soup filled the room wrapping Wynter in what she could only describe as a warm hug. She realized that she hadn’t really eaten at all that day. 

Taking her hands into his Jin got her to follow his breathing until she had calmed down. The sound of Wynter’s stomach growling filled the room but she was too hungry to care. “Glad to see you still have an appetite.” Jin laughed. 

“Jinnie, I’ll always have an appetite for you cooking,” Wynter pouted as she reached out to grab the tray, only to have it pulled just out of her reach. 

“Ah, ah,” Jin scolded. “If I let you feed yourself you’d eat to fast and probably get sick. You have to promise to eat this slowly.” He quirked a brow until Wynter nodded in agreement. Whatever it took to get the delicious smelling food in her belly. He must have deemed it a satisfactory answer as he handed over the food. The first mouth full was everything Wynter could ever dream of and more. Wanting to inhale it she forced herself to wait a moment in between bites, lest the chef take it away. 

The only sound filling the room was Wynter eating. Venturing to take a peek at Namjoon over Jin’s shoulder his face looked as though he was still deep in thought clearly not done with the conversation. She had never been more glad to have oldest Kim sitting between them creating an effective wall. “I finished setting up the guest bedroom so you can move there whenever you’re ready.” Taehyung poked his head into the room. A white bandage wrapped around his neck. He was gone before Wynter could even ask what happened. 

Pausing mid bite she glanced at Jin, “What happened to Tae’s neck?” The room seemed to grew with a sense of unease. Jin growing oddly quiet, face moving down into a scowl. 

“Ask your demon.” Namjoon scoffed. 

Wynter’s eyebrows furrowed together as she looked at where Yoongi had slipped back into the room. Leaned against the wall opposite of her, eyes trained on her like the predator he was. She then remember Namjoon mentioning that Yoongi had tried to kill them to get her. Gasping Wynter stared at him.  Yoongi merely shrugged and spoke nonchalantly, “You were dying. I needed to get to you. They were in the way.” As she just continued to stare at him, Yoongi rolled his eyes, “I could’ve just killed him but I didn’t.” Turning to look at the two brothers puling his lips into a flat smile, “You’re welcome.”

He didn’t want to mention that he didn’t kill him because it would make Wynter upset. The feeling of guilt an old and foreign concept to him that he was going to have figure out how to suppress at some point. 

“How kind of you to not kill my friends,” sarcasm dripped from Wynter’s throat. Draining the last bit of broth from her soup she placed the now empty tray of food beside her. “Also, thank you guys for the hospitality but I just really want to go home.”

Both Namjoon and Jin started talking over each other before she could even express why she wanted to go home. Spewing about how she was safer with them and that they could oversee her recovery better. Wynter knew better than to interrupt, understanding that she wasn’t going to get a word in edgewise with them both going. She waited patiently for them to finish before she cleared her throat and quirked a brow, “Y’all done?” When she received no answer she continued, “I understand that what everyone just experienced was traumatic in some way but I really don’t want you guys hovering over me.”

Holding her hand up she stopped Jin before he could get going again. “Like it or not I’m bound to Yoongi and he’s hovering enough for the both of you. I want to shower in my own bathroom, want my own clothes, want my own bed. Truly the comfort of home will help a lot. Besides,” clapping her hands loudly, “I refuse to let this slow me down and I suggest you all do the same.” Was Wynter going on blind optimism? Yes. But if she let them baby her and treat her as fragile then she would have a complete breakdown so she needed them to trust her with this even if she knew them trusting her right now was faltering. 

The three men in the room just looked at her as if she had grown a second head. Wynter knew that they would lock her up in a room with no way out if it kept her safe. Turning her gaze to Yoongi she mentally pleaded with him to back her up, giving him the biggest pair of puppy eyes she could. Letting out a heavy sigh, “She’ll be perfectly fine with me.” 

“You expect us to trust her with you?” Namjoon sneered. The air in the room beginning to charge with magic as he started getting worked up. 

“The fact that you haven’t sent me back to the underworld is telling enough. You don’t know what’s going on with Wynter, you don’t know why I’m top side and you don’t know the connection between the two of us. All of those question make you curious enough to put off banishing me.” Yoongi knew that he had Namjoon. The shamans quest for knowledge a dangerous flaw that can be exploited. 

Namjoon knew this too which is why his eyes narrowed at Yoongi but he gave no response. Wynter watched as Jin heaved a sigh of defeat. She tried to suppress her smile of victory as he rattled off what each pill he made was and when she needed to take them. Threatening Yoongi that if even one was missed that going back to the underworld would  be a like dream. For the most part Yoongi’s face was indifferent but Wynter could tell that he was listening intently from they way he easily repeated Jin’s instructions back to him. 

While this was happening Namjoon seemed to have finished enchanting the amulet he was working on. A pretty necklace, a simple gold chain with an oval shaped selenite pendant. Walking over to Wynter he had the intent to place the necklace on her himself, only to be stopped by the demon placing himself between the two. “It would probably be better if she put it on after taking a cleansing bath.” Yoongi could see the argument brewing in Namjoon’s eyes. “The remnants of the curse may cause the amulet to not work in expected ways, and we do want it to work as you intend it to, correct?” The smile the Yoongi dawned seemed anything but friendly as he held his had out to take the necklace. 

“Are you questioning my abilities?”

“Not at all, but we both know that I’m correct.” Wynter wanted to laugh at the two of them trying to intimidate the other but she could feel herself getting more exhausted by the second. Reluctantly Namjoon handed over the amulet to Yoongi. It was beautiful crafted and enchanted. Even Yoongi had to admit the work was impeccable. The shaman living up to his reputation. “You ready?” Wynter met his gaze and nodded her head as she tried to get up off the bed. 

“Stop.” Yoongi’s command stunned Wynter causing her to pause mid pulling the blanket off herself. Walking over to her, Yoongi carefully lifted her up bridal style, even if she insisted that he put her down and that she was perfectly fine to walk. He could see through the bullshit. Wynter was a moment away from collapsing from the sheer strain her body was under even if she was trying to put up a good front. She may be small but in her opinion she wasn’t the lightest woman  in the world. Her protest and complaints to put her down was seemingly falling on deaf ears as she tried to wiggle her way out of the demons grasp. “Stop.” Yoongi dark eyes bored into her own causing her to freeze in his arms. Wynter felt a shudder shoot down her spine at his tone. “Your fine.” 

Feeling thoroughly reprimanded Wynter settled into Yoongi’s arms. “You have a portal I presume?” The question was directed to Jin who had been watching the whole interaction with express interest. 

“Yeah. It’s right this way.” The older man lead the way to a mirror just as ornate as the one they had at the shop. Gaudy and pretentious much like the Kim clan itself, Yoongi noted. “You know how to use it right?” Yoongi cut his eyes over to Jin conveying just how stupid he thought that question was. 

Raising his hands up on surrender Jin chuckled, “I only ask cause I know how fond you demons are of apparating everywhere.” Yoongi couldn’t really argue with that since it was easier to apparate then to go and find a portal and use it. Humming he stepped through the portal and into Wynter’s cozy living room. 

She watched as Yoongi eyed her cheap floor length mirror that she had purchased to act as her portal. She also used it to get ready in the morning so it was multi use. “Look we don’t use portals a lot back home and I only had so much money when I moved here,” she mumbled. Pouting as she avoided eye contact with Yoongi. The apartment was as she left it that morning put together just enough to have company but still looked lived in. She also noticed that Yoongi had put his bedding away somewhere. 

He moved around the studio with ease, as if he had been living there for months. Nudging open the bathroom door, he placed her on the counter as he started the bath up for her making sure that it was a good temperature. The silence was deafening to Wynter because unlike Yoongi she couldn’t read he mind. His body language had been tensed since he had picked her up. In her opinion he had every right to be upset with her. Yoongi told her explicitly to stay home and don’t get in any trouble and what did Wynter do? Almost die again. 

Yoongi spared a glance behind himself as drew the bath. Her eyes vacant as she stared at the spot on the wall in front of her. The yellow dress that Yoongi had thought she looked so pretty in was ruined. Covered in dried blood and black bile, much like her sweat crusted skin. Exhaustion exuded from her bones as she tried to stay present. He could hear Wynter’s thought going a mile of minute, and even if he didn’t know what she was thinking he could tell she was spirling. 

Picking up a orange colored bottle which seemed to be filled with a bath oil, he poured oil into the water. The scent of orange blossom and myrrh filled the steamy room. Knees cracking as he got up, he turned to see her starting at him as she tried to rack her tired brain for what to say to him to apologize. Thankfully he seemed to have taken pity on her, as he spoke first. “You’re not dead and that’s all that matters,” his low voice mumbled. Wynter followed his movements as he stopped right in front of her. Placing an large hand on either side of her thighs. Caging her in much like that first time they met, entering her space in a way that made her self conscience about her utterly horrible she knew she looked and smell. 

Wynter held her breath as Yoongi took in her appearance, his feline eyes flittering around her face. The air suddenly feeling more charged than before. “You are one of the most stubborn people I’ve met in a while,” he chuckled. “You’re going to get yourself killed if you don’t start actually listening to me.” He leaned into her a bit more, his face coming close. Trying to place some space between them she leaned back. “Get undressed. I’ll help you bathe.”

“Excuse me,” Wynter snorted unattractively. “I don’t need your help to -,”

“You do,” Yoongi leveled with her. “You’re too exhausted to even stand on your own.” Wynter sputtered trying to come up with reasons why that wasn’t true but she could feel by the way her muscles spasmed that it was true. The thought of Yoongi seeing her naked was enough to cause an involuntary shiver to climb up her spine again. She watched him turn his broad back to her, “Promise not to look.” 

Scoffing, she carefully climbed off of the counter, her legs shaky as they try to hold her weight. It felt like she was standing on pin and needles as she tried to turn around to view herself. “Don’t look.” Yoongi’s words had her pausing. 

“Thought you said you weren’t looking,” she questioned. It didn’t look like he was but she didn’t know what type of weird demon power he had. For all she knew if literally had eyes in the back of his head. 

The sound of Yoongi’s quiet laugh filled the small space. “I don’t have eyes in the back if my head. You just have a vivid imagination. I may not be able to understand what you’re thinking most of the time but I can see what you imagine.” 

What the fuck. She thought she was free from his mind reading. “Get out of my head.” Her dress plopped on the ground around her ankles. Taking a look at the fabric if the ruddy brown and black stains where anything to go off of maybe it was best if she didn’t look at herself. Wynter could feel that her hair was a birds nest. After she had stripped she carefully got in the bath. Dipping her toes in first to make sure that it wasn’t too hot. Once satisfied she slowly sunk down into the water letting the warmth enveloped her. 

A bath had never felt so good before and she soaked for a moment. Tipping her head back she dunked her hair making sure to saturate the strains. Yoongi could hear her moving around in the water while he tried to burn a hole in the wall he was staring at. “You can turn around I guess,” her voice was just loud enough for him to hear. Turning slowly he saw the expanse of her back. The dark skin dewy and smooth. Free from blemish, barring the birthmarks clustered together near her the middle of her back. Why the fuck did he agree to do this?

His steps were slow as he made he way over to her naked form, her legs tucked securely to her front blocking his view of her. Wynter’s hair hung in wet coils down her back the ends splayed across the water surface contrasting with the rust color the water was taken. “You have to start from the crown and move towards the feet,” she whispered to scared to disrupt the silence. Wynter could feel Yoongi’s eyes on her as he kneeled by the side of the tub. She didn’t even know why she said it, she knew he was well versed in magic and rituals so he would know what to do. 

Instead of responding back he just proceeded to grab the bottle of shampoo and wash her hair. The only people who had ever washed or touched Wynter’s hair was her mama or maternal elders. Her granny reiterated to her that their hair was magic and that she couldn’t let just anyone mess in it. It was a sure fire way to get yourself fixed. Yet, here Wynter was again going against everything she was taught and letting a demon of all things play in her hair. As his fingers gently messaged her scalp, making sure to not knot her hair up. She felt her eyes flutter shut and she bit back a moan as he continued. 

She felt his hand gently tug at her roots tipping her head back slightly. Tightening her arms around her legs she used the pressure to ground herself.  Wynter was like putty in his hands as she allowed him to manipulate her into whatever position he needed it to be. The trickle of water ran through her strands as her rinsed the gel-like shampoo out. Wynter didn’t know where he got the cup from but she didn’t care at this point. 

The conditioner came next, and she could feel as his lithe fingers worked softly to detangle her curls. Making sure to work the product through from the bottom. Sandalwood mixed with the orange blossom from the bath oil pulled her deeper into relaxation. When his hands left her hair she felt herself missing them. “Can you move your hair to the front?” Hesitantly she reached hand back and swept the long strands out of the way and into the front of her chest.  It wasn’t until the rough texture of the washcloth dragged across her back did she realized why he asked. 

They stayed in comfortable silence as he meticulously cleaned her back. Only really pausing at the spot she knew her birthmark sat. Clearing her throat, she felt the need to explain, “Um, we don’t know what it means. My gran can’t figure it out.” All birthmarks on magically inclined folks meant something, from the mundane to the extraordinary really just depended. All Yoongi did was hum in response before he continued his task. Wynter had never felt shame around it before, and still didn’t, but she somehow felt vulnerable now that Yoongi had seen it. 

The sounds of Yoongi wringing out the soiled rag filled the tiny space. “Lower your legs,” he asked, his hands squeezing the rag harder than he needed to as she looked over her shoulder at him. 

“Why?” The hesitation and exhaustion was clear in her voice. Wynter’s eyes met his as she awaited his answer. 

“To clean the rest of you. Unless you are not to exhausted to do it yourself?” Yoongi challenged. Wynter took stock of her body and while her muscles had loosen they were still fatigued. It felt as though she was weighed down by a ton of rocks. “I thought so,” he smirked. “Promise I still won’t look. Just put you legs down.” 

Wynter was not convinced that he wouldn’t look but the sooner this was done with the sooner she could put clothes on. It wasn’t as though she felt uncomfortable perse it was that she didn’t. Vulnerable for sure, but she knew that Yoongi had been a demon of his word so far and if he said he wouldn’t look he wouldn’t. Slowly she let her legs slip into the water, until they disappeared in the now murky liquid. A shiver racked through her body as the cool air reached her breast. Her nipples hardening. 

It took everything in her to not grab Yoongi by the wrist and stop him from running the washcloth over her soft tummy. The tops of his thumb grazed the underside of her breast, before moving up the wash her chest. Wynter would like to say that she felt nothing as this happened, but it had been so long since someone had touched her that her body acted on it’s own. Her skin tingled along the path his hands took, moving the soapy water around the tops of her breast and across her chest.

Wynter released a shuddering breathe when the rough material of the cloth grazed her left nipple as he made his way up to her neck. His veiny hands loosely wrapping around her neck, making her wonder what it would feel like if her squeeze harder. Wynter knew that what she was feeling was just her as Yoongi was professional and methodical, even medical, in his movements. Being sure not to linger to long in one area. Taking a centering breathe she tried to think of anything other that his hands roaming her body. Definitely trying to not think about how his hands looked gliding over her thighs. 

After what felt like an eternity to Wynter, Yoongi moved from behind her to grab one of her fluffy towels. Turning his head so that she could lift herself out of the warm water and wrap herself in it. “Did you spell the water to keep it warm?” Her voice came out breathier than she wanted and she cursed herself internally for getting so worked up. 

All Yoongi did was hum in affirmation as he helped her step out of the tub and walk over to her bed. The soft mattress dipped slightly under her weight. Wynter watched in horror as Yoongi got down on his knees in front of her. Did he notice how flushed she was, or that she was at all affected by what just happened? Before her mind could finish spiraling, she jumped at the coldness of the lotion he had started applying to her leg. He mumbled a quick sorry as he continued. 

She was proud of herself for keeping her thoughts under control as he made sure that he lotioned her skin. Confusion racked her brain as she tried to reconcile what she knew about demons and what was actually happening in front of her. Wynter would have never thought that a demon, especially one of Yoongi’s rank, could be so…soft. Obviously it was bad to stereotype anyone but this was in uncharted territory. Maybe he just felt bad that she almost died again or maybe this was just who Yoongi was as a person before he became a demon. 

It was fascinating if she was being honest. It made her think about what else they didn’t know about demons. If everything they did know was even the whole story. Probably not, but what pieces were missing. “You think to loud,” Wynter looked up to see Yoongi holding a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized shirt. After she took it, Yoongi left her to get dressed on her own while he went and cleaned up. It wasn’t long before Wynter was in bed and Yoongi was in his spot on the couch.

With the lights off and the quiet that came with Seoul at night, Wynter stared at the shadows on her ceiling as she tried to drift off to sleep. Tried being the operative word since everytime she closed her eyes all she saw was an inky black void that unnerved her. It wasn’t quite like the last time where she had a panic attack but it did make her scared that if she closed her eyes she wouldn’t open them again.

 She took a peek to where Yoongi was laying on the couch. Wynter didn’t want to wake him, but she was getting desperate. “Yoongi,” she whispered. When she got no answer she called his name again a little louder. 

“What.”

“I can’t sleep,” she admitted as she sat up, softly rustling the comforter. 

“What does that have to do with me?” Yoongi mumbled out just loud enough for Wynter to hear. 

She huffed not wanting to actually have to ask him directly. Wynter was hoping he would use his little mind reading power to see. Quickly she mumbled her request. “What did you say?” She stated her question a bit louder this time but Yoongi still couldn’t understand. 

 “Do you mind laying in the bed until I fall asleep?” She huffed out and lips pouting a bit. Wynter felt embarrassed for even having to ask, but she didn’t want to be forced to sleep since it seemed like a bad habit to fall into. She knew herself and that if she at least had someone beside her she would be able to fall asleep. Usually when Wynter’s fear of the dark would take over she would climb into her momma’s bed, but she clearly wasn’t here so she needed to make due with what she had, which was the demon asleep on her couch. 

Silence fell over the room as she waited for Yoongi’s reply which didn’t come. After a while she figured that he wasn’t coming so she laid back down and tired to fall back asleep. A moment later she heard rustling from across the room as she laid there, and then a dip in the space on the bed beside her as Yoongi got in. She tried to hide her victorious smile as he grumbled about there not being enough space. 

Wynter turned her head to look at him in the pale moonlight that came in through the windows. The way the moonlight seemed to make his skin glow and make his dark tresses inker - to say he looked ethereal, even with the scar, would be an understatement. To be honest the scar made him look more vulnerable, human even. She could see how it would be easy to fall for someone who is so presummable cruel, but how it would be impossible not to fall once you see how caring they could be. 

Not that she that she thought Yoongi was caring for her because he cared, since he made it perfectly clear to her that Wynter was nothing more than and “investment” on his part. “Close your eyes,” the low draw of his voice had her snapping her eyes shut pretending as if she just hadn’t been caught staring. It was also enough to get her mind to stop going down the dangerous path of falling for him. It was even more stupid than her calling on a demon for help. Wynter made the decision to take his kindness and caring with a grain of salt and to keep a wall between them. She couldn’t owe him her soul and heart too. It would be too much. 

Yoongi stayed awake with his eyes shut tightly as he listened to Wynter’s breaths even out and deepen as she fell into sleep. He was finding it impossible to relax lying next to her, muscles tensing at any fleeting contact between them. Helping her bathe was probably the stupidest shit he could’ve done because he had a boner that he could do absolutely nothing about as Wynter got to lay there and sleep peacefully next to him. He could still see the imagines and scenarios she conjured up about his hands and chocking her. He could still feel how soft her skin was under his hands as he removed as much grime and dirt as quickly as possible while thinking about Jungsoo naked in battle. A truly terrifying thought. 

It didn’t work though his body so in tune with every stuttering breathe she took but tried to hide. Yoongi knew that the soul bond grew stronger in that moment. He was never this soft, even when he was human, and he surprised himself with how much he felt the need to take care of Wynter. The night passed slowly but when Yoongi saw the first rays of sunlight peeking through windows he got up, taking care not to jostle that bed and wake her. 

She sighed and then turned over on her back. The covers riding low on her hip and her shirt raised just enough to allow the deep color of her skin to glow in the morning sunlight. He needed to convenience her to get some fucking curtains cause this, seeing her in the soft morning light first thing in the morning, was not going to fucking work. 

Padding his way over to the kitchen he decided to make her some breakfast per Jin’s annoying instructions. Luckily her kitchen was stocked with what he needed to at least make her a light meal to take with the tinctures and pills she needed to take. He made her kongnamul guk with some ginseng tea. It was his mothers recipe. He hadn’t cooked in decades but the skill had always come easy to him. It was one of the few things he missed. The days of running behind he mother and peering over her shoulder as she cooked in the palace kitchens. 

The royal cook hated it cause he thought the Queen was going to put him out of a job, but Yoongi mother just enjoyed the peace that came with the task. It was where he found his own peace when the weight of war would get to heavy. Yoongi would sneak into the palace kitchens and make baechuseon, his favorite. It was a way for him to calm his mind and feel closer to his mother. It was also his secret for coming up with strategies and solutions to the problems that only an emperor needed to solve.  

Yoongi heard her mind wake up before he heard her make her way out of the bed. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and images that flowed nonstop. He tried his best to block them out cause he could tell that she didn’t like when he was in her mind. It was hard though - she was a loud thinker. “What’s this?” she inquired as he watched her rub the sleep from her eyes. 

He looked down at the food that was now placed on the little table barely big enough for two in the corner, “It’s kongnamul guk. It’s good for recovering strength.” He waved at her to sit. When she did he placed her tea and various tinctures and pills for her to take. Wynter took them without complaint, her face scrunching cutely at the gross aftertaste of the medications. Yoongi took the seat across from her, a cup of black coffee in his hand. He tried not to stare as he waited for her to take the first bite of the kongnamul guk. 

Yoongi watched her eyes flutter close has she hummed in appreciation. “I didn’t know you could cook.” The question coming out more like a statement as she continued to eat. 

Scratching the side of his neck he averted his gaze to peer out into the small studio, “Yeah. I don’t do it often.” 

“Well,” Wynter swallowed her bite. “You should do it more often. It’s really good, gives Jin a run for his money but don’t tell him I said that.” Her soft laughter trickled out into the morning air. Yoongi sipped he coffee to hide the smile that was playing on his lips, but from the way that Wynter smiled at herself let him know that she had seen it anyway.

“So,” Wynter slowly started as she pushed the now empty bowel aside and picked up her still warm tea. “Do you mind giving me a run down of what happened last night? My minds a bit fuzzy on the details.” 

“What do you remember?” 

“Um, well, I remember talking to Namjoon and then getting yelled at by Namjoon. I kind of remember you helping me last night get to bed but it’s mostly foggy.” Her doe eyes were wide with innocence reminding him to much of Jungkook. Yoongi couldn’t tell if he was relieved that she didn’t really remember him helping her last night, or if he was more annoyed that he would remember. 

Ruffling his hair he took a sip of his coffee. “The curse came back worst than the first time. Namjoon and Seokjin were attempting to help you when I showed up. Needless to say they were not happy and I can’t say that I was either, but we’ll get to that later.” Yoongi’s eyes narrowed as Wynter cast  a bashful glance into her tea. 

“After fighting for a bit we were able to come together for a moment to stabilize you. Jin gave you some medication for you to take and Namjoon made you this amulet.” Reaching into the pocket of his sweatpants Yoongi pulled out the necklace and held it up for her to see. Sitting his coffee mug down, he made his way around to where she sat. Her brown eyes following his every move from her seat  until his stood behind her. Fingers grazing the curve of her neck when he brushed her curly hair to the side. 

The necklace glistened in the morning light as he placed it on her and clasped it. Yoongi tried to make his touch as minimal as possible. Everytime he touched her it felt that sparks erupted over his skin and he wondered if she felt the same thing too - or if him knowing about their soul tie made him more prone to it’s effects. Wynter looked down at the selenite that sat squaring on her chest. 

“What is it supposed to do?” She asked as she grabbed the stone examining it. 

“It will act as a small shield around you. Keeping the curse at bay. Though for a more in depth explanation you should ask Namjoon.” The name of the shaman tasted rancid as Yoongi said it - still annoyed by the mans thoughts of Wynter. He knew he shouldn’t even be as annoyed as he was since he had no real claim over Wynter, barring her soul and being her soulmate. But if he had his way she would never know that latter. The implications of a demon having a soulmate too great a problem currently. 

Wynter’s curls bounced as she nodded her head and started collecting the dirty dishes. Yoongi quickly grabbed her hand to stop her, a jolt shooting up his arm at the contact. “Stop. I’ll get it,” he stood up and took them from her grasp, going to the sink and dumping them in the soapy water. “Just go lay down and rest. Seokjin will kill me if you don’t get enough rest.” 

He glanced back at her. Full lips in a soft pout as she just stood there staring at him. Yoongi could see that there was a rebuttal on the tip of her tongue but that she thought better of it before going and settling on the couch. The sounds of the movie she turned on filled the space and he focused on washing the dishes that he had used. 

After making her another cup of tea and bringing over a blanket he made sure that Wynter was cozy before her set about straightening the apartment. He was unused to having to clean but the medial task was easing his mind. Yoongi knew that he needed to get over whatever was going on in his head right now. He was allowing his, honestly, unwanted feelings determine the way that he was treating Wynter. He usually couldn’t be bothered to care what happened to the humans associated with the contracts he made with them. 

If they ended up getting themselves killed that was better for him because it meant that he could collect early and move on. Yet here he was fretting over if she was too cold or if she was hungry again, when he should be focused on the rebellion he had so foolishly started below. “Can you stop picking up? It’s already clean and you walking about is just making me nervous,” Wynter was looking at him, body turned so that she was facing the back of the couch. Patting the spot next to her she said, “Come watch this movie with me!”

Heaving a sigh Yoongi made his way over and plopped down in the spot. Allowing himself to sink down into the plush cushions. He watched out the side of his eye as she spread the blanket he got for her over his lap so that he was warm. Once she seemed satisfied that he was comfortable she turned her attention back to the movie that was playing. Yoongi didn’t ask what it was and Wynter didn’t offer a title. From what he could gather was that it was some historical romance drama. 

The day went on like this with Yoongi only leaving his spot to make them lunch or refill Wynter’s tea. The domesticity wasn’t lost on Yoongi as he looked as Wynter. She had fallen asleep halfway through her movie marathon. Her curls falling in her face and lip slight parted as she snored softly. He decided that he would allow himself this day, this moment, to fantasize about what could be. What it could be like to have Wynter? To wake up to her knowing that she was his mind body and soul. To know what it was like to hear her laughter or have her listen to his thoughts. What it would be like to hold her? To kiss her. To imagine what life could be if they were both human and he had the luxury to love. 

Yoongi hadn’t thought of love often, as he found the emotion too easy to manipulate. But as he stared at this woman who he knew was his soulmate, he wondered what it would be like to love her and have her love him. Yoongi realized two things in that moment. One was that he was falling and he was falling hard, the other was that he could never allow Wynter to know that they are soulmates. Either way Yoongi was fucked. 

[tactlesstala]

Tala Intro

[ Shay Mitchell, female, she/her ] - was that Tala Cruz i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the thirty-four-year-old who has been in nightrest for 24 years and works as a Dean of Nightrest High and boxer has a reputation of being intelligent, but also tactless. they reside in low point & people in town usually associate them with marking every error in red ink, boxing in the gym every night, permanent resting bitch face. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. 

BELOW HERE YOU WILL FIND DEATH, VIOLENCE, HOME INVASION.

STATISTICS.

NAME: Tala Cruz

GOES BY: Tala for most Star for family and like 2 friends

AGE: 34 years old

BIRTHDAY: August 26, 1989

ZODIAC CHART: Virgo sun, Sagittarius moon, Taurus rising  

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisfemale, she/her

FACE CLAIM: Shay Mitchell

OCCUPATION: Dean of Nightrest High and a Boxer  

PLACE OF BIRTH: Salem, MA

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Low Point

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

HEIGHT: 5′7″ (171)

BACKGROUND

Tala was born in Salem but most of her memories are in Nightrest, Ma. Her mother was from Salem and her father was from the Philippines. They met when she went to visit for spring break in college and the rest is history. They fell in love but she couldn't leave her hometown so he joined her.

Tala was a happy child who always had a smile on her face growing up. She was named after the stars in the Philippines so that's what her family called her.

That smile faded when she walked home from school in 7th grade to see cop cars in front of her home. Apparently, it was a home invasion. Her parents didn't fight back, they thought that it would be better. That they would take what they wanted and leave, but that didn't happen.

After that Tala lived with her aunt in Nightrest. It wasn't all that far from home but it felt like another world. Her smile was replaced with a blank expression that didn't lead to her making many friends in her new school. She came home with gum in her hair one afternoon and her aunt wasn't going to tolerate it.

Her aunt put her in martial arts and told her that if someone pushed then she pushed harder. If someone slapped then she would punch. She had learned the hard way that there's no peace or beauty in not fighting back.

Tala got into boxing by the time high school started and was in competitions by graduation, all while keeping a 4.0 average. Colleges all over the country wanted her, but she didn't want to go far. She took the full ride to Salem State and kept her nose in the books. She went straight from her BA to her MA, while training every night and doing competitions on the weekends.

She worked as a Math Teacher for 5 years before shifting her focus and working her way up the ladder until she became dean of the public high school. She loves her job but really just loves having the balance between strengthening her brain and body.

PERSONALITY.

Tala is a bitch more often than not. She has a really bad case of resting bitch face but she isn't sorry about it because it keeps people from talking to her. She has a LOT of walls, but when she does let someone in she is painfully loyal. Her romantic life is complicated because she didn't have a glow up until adulthood and with how aggressive she is it's not often that she's asked out. She doesn't like feeling vulnerable, so she would rather argue with you than cuddle on the couch. Getting in a really good argument does get her hot and bothered, though so she has basically only experienced hate sex. (Totally healthy I know)

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Friends ish people where she tolerates them but her walls are up Maybe 2 or 3 friends that she's actually close to. Ones who put in the effort to get past her walls and now they call her star and she loves them?

Enemies with benefits? iiidddkkk

Enemies without benefits too is a vibe.

She has been here since middle school so I'm down to chat about whatever connections <3

[bardofavon]

For the writer's ask game: 2, 5, and 15

asks for writers

YEAHHHHHHHHH

2. Do you ever hand write any part of your story?

In my heart of hearts I'm one of those pretentious girlies who handwrites the story and then types it out, but in reality I have dysgraphia and my writing process HALTS anytime i have to handwrite. I am a teacher so sometimes I've had moments while monitoring state testing where I've been like......ok wait an idea came to me...and then I've handwritten a scene on a kleenex or blank seating chart to copy down later. I used to type things on a typewriter and then retype them (I collected antique ones but just sold them all last week, sobs). Nowadays since my google doc with my story on it is so chonky if an idea comes to me when I'm not at my laptop I write it in the notes app of my phone, so so so many scenes have come to me via the notes app of my phone.

5. Do you plan or jump right in, and if you plan, how much do you like to do before you start a story?

I don't outline or anything, I'm not one of those people that does like a chapter by chapter breakdown or anything I am VERY much a pantser, but I do think a lotttt during the process. So I'll get an idea in my head and start pounding it out, but also while I'm writing I'm making spotify playlists and pinterest boards and thinking about the characters constantly and plotting what's going to happen next and blowing up the DMs of people who have no idea what I'm talking about to go "do you think this would work" and writing out scenes 5-10 chapters ahead because I get excited about certain storybeats.

I used to do NaNoWriMo every year, and starting in April I would start thinking about what I wanted my story to be. I would spend from April until November figuring out the characters, knowing everything about them, making my silly playlists, coming up with ideas, fleshing out the world, sinking my teeth into it and then as SOON as November 1st came it would be right out of the gate with me starting to write scenes I'd been thinking about for MONTHS.

For fics the instant gratification monster comes out and wants me to post something as soon as I've written it, so I usually write the first chapter of something having no idea what I'm doing and then figure the rest out later.

Sometimes I start writing the week's chapter with a blank google doc like "i actually have no idea what's going to happen next week" and sometimes (like right now) I have the next 10 chapters written and I'm doing weird experimental shit in the docs to see what feels right ahaha.

15. What is your favorite detail to include while writing?

Very typical of 'Meg Writing' is that I like to dig deep into a character's head and tell you like...every single detail of what they're thinking about...I love writing about characters' thoughts. Idk if "everything the main character is thinking at all times" counts s a detail but it's there.

I love slipping in references to Shakespeare, sometimes on purpose and sometimes it just happens subconsciously.

generally speaking though sometimes details are my kryptonite...

[helldustedstories]

@madefate asked: “Is it okay if I touch you?” / blitz @ stolas!

dissociation starters // accepting

Stolas was focused, trying to get caught up on some of the duties, some of the paperwork he'd missed while he was in the hospital. Unfortunately, his work didn't stop just because he'd been injured. Some of the things he'd been able to push off or reschedule, but the star charts couldn't exactly wait. Which means he's been at his desk for hours, his mind elsewhere as he documents and creates charts and projections, offering advice when requested, about the best time for certain projects, when the stars suggested a favourable outcome.

Each lunar cycle offered different meanings and energies into the cosmos, and it was his job to gather and interpret those so the people who relied upon such information would be able to proceed or postpone items as needed. He usually enjoyed his time among the stars, touching things far greater than himself, but he was just so tired recently that all he wanted to do was curl up with a good book to wait for Blitz to come visit or bundle up on the couch to watch a movie with Via.

The complete fixation on the task at hand, coupled with how tired he's been means that he doesn't notice someone come into his study, not until he feels a hand on his face, coupled with call of "Hey, Feathers."

And he's not in his study anymore; he's laying on his back, wrapped in blessed rope, feeling it tight against his feathers as every inch it touches feels like it's burning. The rope keeps him bound, saps his strength, his powers, keeping him at the mercy of the assassin his wife had ordered to torture him.

The pain of barely-healed wounds flares up all at once, and it's like each wound is freshly opened, the worst ones at his shoulder weeping black blood. His feathers immediately pop up, trying to make him look bigger than he is, in a desperate attempt to defend himself as he goes reeling backwards, eyes unseeing and blank as he knocks over his office chair, both chair and owl falling heavily to the floor.

For what feels like ages, he just lays there, breath coming in quick, shallow pants, each one shaky, as though he can't get enough air into his lungs. Stolas hears Striker's voice all over again, the contempt in it plain as the day of the actual attack…, but he can also hear other sounds, the usual sounds of the palace, another heartbeat near his.

And it's that that starts to draw him back into the present, enough for him to realize that he's not in the cave; he's in his study. It was Blitz's heartbeat he'd heard, who was there with him, must have come over to check on him. Stolas realizes that he hadn't answered his phone when he'd gotten a message, which had probably been worrisome, considering, and he feels a wave of guilt wash over him, for that, for reacting like this…, for making everyone worry in the first place.

It's another moment before he registers Blitz's soft words, seeing the clear concern on his face as Blitz asks, “Is it okay if I touch you?”

Stolas nods, his feathers finally starting to shift, to lower back to laying flat against him, even as he practically throws himself into Blitz's arms.

"I'm sorry," he says, voice muffled against Blitz's shoulder, fine tremors traveling the length of his body. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Stolas repeats as he clings to Blitz, each injury throbbing once more, aches threatening to overwhelm him. All Stolas wants is to hold on to Blitz as he fights back the panic, grounds himself in the present. He's okay……, Via's okay….., Blitz is okay…..; he should be able to breathe.

But his heart is still racing, and he still feels like he's on the verge of hyperventilating. It's been a long time since he's had a panic attack this bad….., but usually, he was on his own to deal with them. Maybe this time would be different.

[wellsayhelloaagin]

Rookie Mistake, Part Three

Summary: Jane was angry, that much you could tell. Now you just had to figure out how to apologise.

Pairing: Jane Banner x female reader

Genre: Action/Crime, Smut (18+)

Words: 3.7K

Warnings: explicit sexual scenes, fingering, face riding, praise kink, edging, mentions of violence

Part One Part Two

“Hey, how are you feeling?” You hear a soft voice and you look up to see your doctor walking into the room.

“Fine,” you reply from where you sit in bed, back resting against the pillows as you flick through the channels on the TV in front of you.

Your doctor walks toward your bed, picking up your chart to look over your vitals from the last few hours. She nods slightly to herself before placing the clipboard back down.

“Well everything looks good, so we’ll be able to discharge you soon,” she says with a smile which you return.

You can’t wait to leave this place. Sure you had only been there for less than a day but you hated hospitals.

“Is there someone who can drive you home?” your doctor asks frowning slightly, “I don’t want you getting behind the wheel just yet.”

“Yea my colleague is coming by soon,” you reply, swallowing nervously.

You hadn’t seen Jane since the day before and you were honestly a little worried about spending any time with her.

Once you had calmed down enough to leave the room in the haunted house, Jane had helped you stand and you were taken outside. You didn’t look back at the body, not wanting to collapse into tears again. As it was, you were embarrassed by your reaction.

There was a crowd of people downstairs. You wondered what the four of you must look like to them, especially you. You were covered in dirt and blood, your cheeks stained with tears and eyes red and puffy. You were sure your neck would already be turning purple by now, hand shaped bruises letting everyone know what you had been through.

As you exit the building you notice the ambulance off to the side and Jane walks you over to it as the local police arrive and begin to tape off the area. As you reach the paramedics, they help you into the ambulance. Jane clambers in beside you, giving them as much information as she can as you sit staring stoically at the wall of the van.

You hear words like shock being thrown around but you honestly don’t process them. You’re trying to keep your mind blank, not wanting the overwhelming feeling to come back.

You feel a warm pressure against your hand and look down to find Jane’s hand pressed over yours. The weight of it is comforting and you look up to find her smiling gently at you. You squeeze her hand in thanks, offering her a small smile in return.

You don’t speak on the ride over to the hospital and by the time you get there you’re already feeling much better. You get checked over by the doctor who tells you that besides some nasty bruises, you should make a full recovery.

They decide to keep you overnight for observation just in case, worried about the blows to your head. You agree reluctantly and you get wheeled back to your room where Jane and the others are waiting for you.

The doctor informs them all of the good news and you see the relief break out over their faces. They stay for a while, Lawson and Fox joking around with you and you’re grateful for the normalcy.

You don’t miss the look on Jane’s face, however. As the time ticks on, you see the clench of her jaw becoming more pronounced, her eyes darkening in anger. You realise it’s directed at you. Now that she knows you’re fine you assume she’s thinking about your foolish actions that landed you here in the first place.

You had fucked up and almost jeopardised the case, not to mention you had almost died.

You couldn’t look Jane in the eyes, afraid of the disappointment you would see there. You were grateful when they announced the end of visiting hours, Jane’s clipped goodbye almost hurting as bad as your neck.

You’re brought back to the present by the nurse coming in with your discharge papers. She helps unhook you from all the machines and you thank her before going into the bathroom to change and freshen up. You zip your jacket up to the top, trying to hide the purple bruises littering your neck, a reminder of just how close you were to dying the day before. You walk back into your room, sitting on your bed while the nurse does one last check of your vitals.

There is a knock at the door as the nurse is checking your blood pressure and you look up to see Jane standing there. Her eyes soften slightly as she meets your gaze but almost as quickly, the gentle look is gone and replaced by a steely stare.

“Ready to go?” Jane asks as she walks in, her tone still as short as the night before and lacking all of its usual warmth.

You nod, not wanting to speak for fear that your voice would tremble. You hated that you had managed to get yourself on Jane’s bad side. You knew from the talk around the office that it was very hard to earn her respect again and you were already missing the tentative friendship you had built over the last week with the woman.

You grab your things, thanking the nurse as you follow Jane to the exit. She doesn’t say a word to you as the two of you make your way to the car and you almost feel like crying in frustration as you place your bag in the back before sliding into the passenger seat. Jane starts the car up and the two of you sit there in silence as she drives off, the radio switched off leaving you with the suffocating quiet.

You’re trying to form your apology in your mind, searching for the right words to express how sorry you were for your actions. You knew you fucked up but you didn’t know how to fix it. Jane’s anger was radiating from her, her knuckles gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“We have to head to the police station,” she says suddenly, her gruff tone almost deafening after the silence from before. “They want your statement before we can close the case.”

You nod again, fiddling with your hand in your lap as she drives. You open your mouth a few times to talk but each time you catch sight of how tightly her jaw is clenched and you think better of it. Best not to push your luck in such a confined area.

Jane pulls into the police station and the two of you walk inside. You’re met with sympathy from the detectives who had been working with you on the case, their concern washing over you as they examine your injuries, talking about how brave you were for what you did. You can tell their words are only fueling Janes ire, you catch her rolling her eyes as one of the detectives tells you the gash above your eye makes you look badass.

You’re led into a room to give your statement and you sit nervously while you wait to start. You spend the next hour going through the events of the previous day in excruciating detail, reliving the fear that you had felt. By the time you’re done, your hands are shaking slightly as your heart races. You fight to hide your reaction, not wanting the others to see how much it had affected you.

You leave the room to go find Jane and the two of you say your goodbyes to the detectives. You had a flight scheduled for the morning to return to D.C, Fox and Lawson having already flown out a few hours ago. You exit the station, climbing back into the car and driving back to the motel. You look out your window as Jane drives, not being able to stand the tense silence in the car as you watch the sun set in the distance.

As you drive through the main area of town, Jane pulls into the parking lot of a local fast-food restaurant. You realise how hungry you are and the two of you quickly order, eating your meals inside before heading back to the car.

When you make it back to the motel, Jane heads to the bathroom still not saying a word to you. You can feel the tears welling up behind your eyes at her treatment, hating the way she was ignoring you. You knew you messed up but you felt like she wasn’t being entirely fair. You had found the killer after all and you were the only one who had gotten hurt.

You sit on your bed while she showers, staring at the wall as you try to get control of your emotions. You didn’t want Jane to see how she was affecting you so you blinked back the tears. You hear the shower shut off and you flick the TV on, not wanting to spend another minute in silence with Jane. She walks back into the main room, packing things away in her suitcase as you try not to watch her out of the corner of your eye.

“We should go to bed soon, early flight tomorrow,” she tells you as she places her bag on the floor, sitting on top of her covers.

You swallow thickly, shuffling over to your own bag to retrieve your sleep clothes. You unzip your jacket, taking it off to place it into your bag and you hear a soft gasp behind you. You tense up, realising that Jane must have seen the bruises and you’re worried that the physical evidence would just make her even angrier.

Suddenly you turn to face her, sick of feeling like you were in trouble.

“What is your problem?” you cry out, the frustration evident in your tone.

You notice the concerned look on her face as her eyes travel over your neck and you want to shrink under the tender gaze. As your words register though, her face shifts, the mask of anger slipping back on.

“My problem?” she asks, laughing incredulously.

She stands off the bed, walking toward you as her eyes flash dangerously. You take a step back instinctively, feeling as though you had set off a bomb. She stops in front of you, her nostrils flaring as she breathes heavily.

“What the fuck is your problem?” she asks, her voice dangerously low. “Do you have a death wish or something? I told you to fucking wait so why would you go in there?”

“I-” you try to reply but she pushes against your shoulders, your back colliding with the wall.

“Just had to prove yourself didn’t you?” she continues, “Had to be the best and catch them all by yourself. Well, you almost went and got yourself killed. Are you happy?”

She doesn’t let you respond and you jump in surprise when you feel her lips crash into yours. You stand there frozen for a second while your brain processes what is happening before you begin to kiss her back.

The kiss is hard and rough, Jane’s tongue forcing its way into your mouth as she leans her body against you. Her tongue dominates yours as her hands grip your waist, her knee sliding between your legs and pressing against your centre.

You moan into the kiss, desire flooding through your veins as you begin to move your hips in search of friction. Jane pulls back, gasping for breath as she rests her forehead against yours. Her green eyes are almost black, blown wide with lust as you pant against her mouth, your hips picking up speed.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice all those times you were staring at me the past week,” she whispers, hand slipping under your shirt. “I knew you wanted me, you made it so obvious.”

You whimper as her hand travels over your stomach, the muscles contracting under her touch. She presses her knee harder against your core as her hand closes around your breast, the touch making you moan louder.

“Please,” you whine, not even sure what you were asking for. All you knew is that you felt hot all over, the pleasure building inside of you with each rock of your hips.

“So pretty when you beg,” Jane murmurs, her nose skimming along your jaw until she reached your ear. “I bet you’d look even prettier spread out underneath me.”

You can almost feel her smirk against your skin as she moves back to your lips, claiming them with her own. Her hands return to your waist as she spins you around, walking you backwards towards her bed. You stumble a little, too focused on the way her mouth fit against yours to watch where you were going.

You feel the back of your knees hit the bed and you sit down, Jane straddling your lap as her hands fist in the back of your hair, angling your mouth to deepen the kiss. Your hands rest on her waist before sliding around to grip her ass firmly, kneading the flesh there.

“Did I say you were allowed to touch?” Jane asks as she pulls back again, looking down at you with an arched brow, her lips swollen from your kiss.

“S-sorry,” you manage to stutter out, your hands moving to rest beside you on the bed.

Jane just smirks at you, her hands moving to the hem of your shirt before she begins to lift it. You raise your arms without prompting, helping her to rid you of the item of clothing. She throws the shirt onto the floor before standing in front of you. You watch as she removes her own shirt, her bare chest on show as her breasts rest in front of your face.

Your fingers twitch, wanting to reach out and touch them but you remember her words from earlier. She notices the movement, her face breaking out in a smug smile.

“Good girl,” she coos, tilting your face up to press her lips against yours gently, “no touching without permission. Now lie back.”

You follow her command, shuffling up the bed until your head rests on the pillow. Jane drops her hands to her waist, hooking her thumbs into the top of her sleep shorts and dragging them down her legs. You want to groan when you realise she wasn’t wearing anything underneath

She crawls back onto the bed and you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch her move towards you. She settles on top of you and you can feel the heat of her body as her skin touches yours.

“Please,” you beg again, still entirely unsure what you wanted. All you knew is that you wanted more.

“Please what?” she asks, kissing across the swell of your breasts.

You gasp as she pulls the cup of your bra down, exposing one of your breasts to the cool air in the room. She sucks your nipple into her mouth, the jolt of please causing your hips to buck looking for any kind of friction to ease the ache between your thighs.

“Please let me touch you,” you choke out, moaning loudly as her fingers tease your other nipple.

“I don’t know if you deserve it,” she taunts, her hand reaching around to unclasp your bra as you arch into her mouth.

“Please, I want to make you feel good,” you’re too wound up to care how desperate you sound, your hands fisting the sheets beside you.

“So desperate to please,” she hums, leaning up to look into your eyes. “Maybe I can put that pretty mouth to good use.”

Jane sits up on her knees then, shuffling up your body until her thighs rest on either side of your face. You can see how wet she is, her folds glistening with her arousal.

“Do a good job and I might help you out after,” she tells you before lowering herself down.

You stick out your tongue, swiping it through her slick folds and moaning at the taste of her. She grinds her hips down and you lap at her, using your tongue to flick her clit and causing her to cry out in pleasure.

You move your tongue down, thrusting it inside her and feeling her hot, wet walls flutter around you. She grips your hair as your hands find her ass again, urging her to move against your tongue.

“Oh fuck,” she calls out as you help her closer to the edge, “such a good girl. Going to make me come all over that pretty face.”

You can feel her arousal dripping over your chin, coating your lips in the sweet taste of her. You moan against her, the vibrations causing her hand to tighten in your hair as her hips move frantically as she chases her orgasm.

She’s chanting your name, her thighs trembling beside you as your nose bumps her clit with every rock of her hips. You can tell she’s getting close, the sound of her moans growing louder as her walls tighten around your tongue.

“That’s it,” her breathless words reach you, “fuck me with your mouth. God, you feel so good inside me.”

She stiffens above you as her orgasm hits, your name falling from her lips as her thighs clench around you and you feel a rush of liquid coat your tongue. You clean it up as best you can as she rides out the waves of pleasure, her legs slowly releasing you from their death grip.

Once her orgasm subsides she moves to lie beside you on her back, breathing heavily as she calms down.

You wipe your chin with the back of your hand, the action causing Jane to smirk. She leans over you, kissing you soundly and thrusting her tongue into your mouth, tasting herself on your tongue. Her hand plays with your breasts again and you feel the heat creep over your body once more.

You try and rub your thighs together to relieve the ache but it’s not enough. You whine into the kiss, desperate and needy. Jane pulls back to look down at you and you try to chase her lips which causes her to chuckle.

“I think I should return the favour,” she murmurs, her hand drifting down to the button of your pants.

She wastes no time, helping to pull your remaining clothes off your body, her hand dipping between your thighs to find you dripping. She swipes along your slit a few times before sinking two fingers into your entrance, your back arching off the bed at the feeling.

She pumps them in and out at a steady pace, your moans growing in volume as you feel the coil tightening. Your hips are moving in time with her hand, trying to get her deeper. She adds a third finger, her thumb coming up to brush at your clit as she kisses you hungrily.

You can feel yourself approaching the edge, your legs beginning to shake as your orgasm approaches. You grip the sheets again, your lungs screaming for air as you tear your lips from Jane’s, gasping for breath.

“Please,” you whine pathetically, every thrust of her fingers hitting the spot inside of you that made you see stars.

“Please what?” Jane questions, her lips finding your ear. “Use your words. Only good girls who ask permission get what they want.”

“Please, can I come?” you try again, your words sounding broken in your desperation.

“I don’t know,” Jane teases, her thumb slowing down over your clit, the pressure lessening. “You really worried me yesterday, maybe I should teach you a lesson.”

“No!” you cry out as she chuckles. “Please I’ll be good, I’ll be so good. Just let me come.”

“Every time I see these bruises,” Jane continues, ignoring your pleas as her lips trail feather-light kisses over your neck, fingers slowing down to thrust in and out at a much more languid pace, “I’m reminded how close I came to losing you.”

“Please,” you whisper again, your eyes clenched shut as tears leak from the corner of your eyes.

“I guess you did catch the guy,” she muses, her thumb pressing hard against your clit and causing you to jerk against her, “and you do look so good begging for me.”

Her hand picks up speed again and you can feel your orgasm building quickly once more. You whimper, too caught up in the feeling to form words. Your thighs are trembling with the effort to hold back, breath caught in your throat.

“You want to come, pretty girl?” Jane asks and you nod frantically. “Open your eyes for me, I wanna watch your face as you fall apart.”

You obey immediately, eyes snapping open to meet hers, her gaze hungry as she looks at you.

“Such a good girl,” she whispers, angling her hand to hit deeper inside you. “Come for me,” she commands, “wanna feel you grip my fingers tight.”

It doesn’t take long for you to fall over the edge, her words and her fingers causing your orgasm to rip through you. You cry out her name loudly, your hips bucking wildly as your ride out the waves of pleasure.

You feel like it lasts an eternity, the jolts of ecstasy washing over you again and again. You had never come so hard before, your entire body tingling as Jane removes her fingers. Your heart is beating wildly, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

“Beautiful,” Jane tells you, sucking her fingers into her mouth to clean them. Your stomach clenches at the action as you groan loudly. “You look so pretty when you come.”

Jane lies down to rest beside you, her leg thrown over yours as her head leans on your shoulder. She’s tracing patterns on your skin with her fingers as you come down from your high.

“C’mon rookie,” she says after a while, sitting up beside you. “Let’s go get cleaned up in the shower before bed.”

She stands and you watch the sway of her hips as she walks over toward the bathroom door, turning to look back at you with a wicked glint in her eye. You sit up, eager to follow her in the hopes of a round two under the hot water.

“I just want to say,” she says as you follow her into the bathroom, her tone mischievous, “that I can’t wait to work another case with you.”

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