#maybe i’m just a buzzkill but i do not see what’s funny about that

[roseworth]

speaking my truth. i don’t think it’s funny when people post pictures of famous cis men and caption it something like “this is my trans brother, transphobes will say he’s not a man” then post screenshots of people transvestigating him in the replies

[wholoveseggs]

Kinktober - {Day Thirty-One} {<- kinktober masterlist}

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List} {Kinktober}

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ HAPPY HALLOWEEN ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

{Elijah Mikaelson X Klaus Mikaelson x f!Reader} Request {@originals23}: Well, I am all for Elijah, but Kinktober without Klaus must not happen;) I therefore request a Klaus story with a female reader and kinks 15 (m/m/f) and 17. Maybe with some jealousy as Klaus doesn't like to share. ;) Hope you are feeling a bit better! Thanks!!

♡♡♡ Hiii darling @originals23 you know how much I adore you~ And of course the other man in this ménage à trois HAS to be Elijah ♡♡♡

7.3k words - Kinks: costumes, lots of blood drinking, threesome, lots of flirting, a haunted house && Klaus and Elijah competing over you in bed ...

“You’re joking.” Rebekah’s tone was flat as she stared you down in the doorway, her disapproval nearly tangible.

You blinked at her, feigning innocence, and looked down at your outfit as if trying to figure out what could possibly be the problem. “What?” you asked, tilting your head. “Is something wrong with it?”

Rebekah’s gaze didn’t waver, taking in every inch of your ‘vampire’ costume. The short, form-fitting dress, plunging neckline, lace gloves, and, of course, the dramatic collar. 

“Is this supposed to be funny?” she asked, her voice dripping with barely-contained irritation. “I thought you’d have more taste than to show up looking like that.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a buzzkill!” You laughed, waving off her disapproval with a flick of your hand. “It’s Halloween, and I’m here to have fun.”

Rebekah’s lips tightened. “You do realize there will be actual vampires at this party?” she said, her eyes narrowing.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “So... they’ll get the joke then?”

Rebekah sighed, moving over to sit at the edge of her bed as she slipped on the ridiculous hot pink heels she had chosen to complete her Barbie costume. The look suited her in a way that only added to her usual allure: effortlessly beautiful and intimidatingly flawless. “I don’t think you quite understand,” she started, giving you another withering glance.

“Sorry? Didn’t catch that,” you interrupted with a grin, pulling a pair of plastic fangs from your pocket and popping them into your mouth. Turning dramatically, you flashed her your best vampy grin.

Rebekah let out an exasperated sigh, but you saw the slight grin that tugged at the corner of her mouth. You always had a way of making her laugh, even when she didn’t want to. “I’m being serious,” she told you, standing up and reaching for her handbag.

“Ya don tink I can sedu a ampire like tis?” you said, grinning wider, struggling to speak around the fangs. You barely had time to flinch as Rebekah reached over and snatched the fangs right out of your mouth, tossing them over her shoulder without so much as a second glance.

“Hey!” you protested, trying to catch them as they sailed behind her. “I was just starting to get the hang of those!”

Rebekah rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she looked at you with a smirk. “Honestly, you’re hopeless. And I can’t imagine what Elijah and Klaus will think when they see you dressed like… well, that.”

At the mention of their names, you felt a warm flush rise in your cheeks. You quickly looked away, pretending to fix a wrinkle on your dress. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you muttered, hoping the blush wasn’t as obvious as it felt.

“Oh, please.” Rebekah’s grin widened, clearly enjoying your sudden shyness. She had known for a while about the little crush you had on her brothers, but she had never outright called you on it. Not until now.

You gave her a wary look, but she only shook her head, laughing softly.

“That dress is definitely going to test their self-control. Elijah, I suppose, will try to behave himself. But Klaus? Good luck with that. He’ll probably drag you off to some dark corner the second he sees you.” She smirked, leaning in conspiratorially.

The flush in your cheeks deepened, and you turned away, embarrassed. But Rebekah wasn’t finished. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Or maybe you wouldn't mind that. Maybe you're hoping for it." She raised an eyebrow, studying your reaction carefully. "If you had to choose one of them, which would it be? Elijah, or Klaus?"

You swallowed hard, feeling your face grow hotter. Your pulse was racing, and you knew she could hear it, could sense the quickening of your heartbeat. But there was no point in lying to her. She would know if you did.

"Both," you whispered back, meeting her gaze at last.

Your face was definitely burning now, and you bit your lip nervously. The thought of either one of them alone was enough to make you weak in the knees. The thought of both of them... well, it was almost too much to imagine.

Rebekah's grin widened, and she leaned back, looking satisfied.

"That's what I thought," she said, chuckling softly. Then, with a shrug, she turned away, heading toward the door. "Well, come on, then. Let's go. We can't keep them waiting forever."

You hesitated, still flustered from her teasing. But after a moment, you followed her, trailing behind her out of the room and down the stairs to the party happening in the courtyard.

The place was decorated to the nines, just like any other Mikaelson party, with elaborate decor, dim lighting, and an ever-growing throng of guests mingling and dancing to the live music. The scent of alcohol and expensive perfume filled the air, and you caught sight of a few familiar faces, including Marcel and Cami. They both looked like they were having fun, chatting and laughing as they sipped their drinks.

You felt a rush of relief at seeing them, glad that there would be someone else around to help ease the tension. The last thing you needed was to be alone in a room full of vampires, especially in your current outfit.

You followed Rebekah through the crowd, trying to stay close behind her so as not to get separated. As you approached the bar, you saw a few of the vampires look your way, and you quickly averted your gaze, pretending not to notice.

You could feel their eyes on you, and the weight of their stares made the back of your neck prickle. Wearing this costume was so funny when you imagined it, but the reality was far more nerve-wracking.

You tried to push the anxiety aside, focusing instead on the music and the atmosphere. The music was loud and pulsing, with a heavy bass that vibrated through your body, and the lights were dim enough to make everything feel a bit surreal, like you were walking through a dream.

You spotted Elijah at the bar, nursing a glass of wine and talking with Hayley. He looked dashing as always, dressed up as a 1920s gangster. His suit was perfectly tailored, and his hair was slicked back, making him look more like a mob boss than a vampire. It was a very good look on him, and you felt your pulse quicken as he glanced your way, his gaze lingering on your outfit for a moment before returning to the conversation.

Klaus was nowhere to be seen, but you figured he must be around somewhere. He wouldn't miss his own party.

As you approached the bar, Marcel and Cami waved you over, inviting you to join them. Marcel chuckled at your outfit, shaking his head as he took in the whole thing.

"Nice costume. Did you leave your fangs at home?" he asked, laughing.

You blushed, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, Rebekah wasn't really a fan," you admitted, glancing over at her. She had joined Elijah and Hayley, and the three of them seemed engrossed in their conversation.

"I like it, it's very bold," Cami chimed in, giving you a reassuring smile. She was dressed as a butterfly, with big, sparkly wings and a glittery top. It suited her well, bringing out her bright eyes and golden hair.

"It's supposed to be a joke," you explained, a bit self-consciously. "I figured if I showed up looking like a cliché, maybe the actual vampires would find it funny. Guess not, though."

Marcel shrugged, taking a swig of his drink. "I think you look hot," he told you, grinning. He was dressed as a prince, complete with a crown and fake sword. "You're definitely turning some heads tonight."

Cami nudged him with her elbow, rolling her eyes. "You're such a flirt," she teased, shaking her head. "Ignore him, he's just saying that because he thinks it'll get him lucky."

Marcel feigned innocence, raising his hands. "Who, me?"

You laughed, relaxing a bit. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"You must check out the haunted house," Cami said, gesturing across the courtyard. There was a small building, covered in fake cobwebs and skeletons, that had been transformed into a spooky attraction for the party.

"It's pretty awesome, there are some seriously creepy creatures in there," Marcel added, giving you a sly smile. "Some of them might even bite."

Just then, you heard the familiar sound of Klaus' voice coming from behind you. You turned, and your heart skipped a beat as you caught sight of him. He was dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, and the mask accentuated his handsome features perfectly, making him look even more mysterious and dangerous than usual. His gaze fell on you, and he grinned, his eyes darkening with hunger.

"There you are," he said, his voice low and husky. "I've been looking for you."

Marcel and Cami exchanged a look, and you could see the amusement in their eyes. You swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself.

"H-hey," you stammered, your voice cracking slightly.

"Interesting choice in costume," he teased, his gaze raking over you slowly.

You felt your cheeks grow hot under his scrutiny, and you bit your lip, trying not to squirm.

"Do you like it?" you managed, giving him a coy smile.

Klaus' lips curved into a wicked grin, and he stepped closer, his hand moving up your arm. "I think it's perfect," he murmured, his fingertips trailing along the choker around your neck.

You couldn't deny that you enjoyed the way his gaze seemed to undress you, and you swallowed hard, feeling a familiar warmth pooling between your legs. You couldn't remember ever being this affected by someone, and the fact that it was Klaus only made it worse.

"Well, I'm glad someone has good taste," you said, forcing a lighthearted tone, trying not to let him know how flustered you were.

"Mmm, indeed." Klaus' fingers traced the collar of your dress, brushing against your skin and sending a thrill through you. He moved closer, his other hand settling on your waist as he bent down to whisper in your ear.

"But I think it could be improved," he breathed, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "You need a real bite."

Before you could respond, he dipped his head, his fangs grazing the side of your neck, just above your pulse. Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart began to race.

Marcel cleared his throat, and you suddenly remembered where you were. You flushed, pulling back a little and glancing around, noticing that several people were staring at you.

He chuckled and pulled away, giving you a wicked grin. He was teasing you, and you both knew it. But there was no denying the heat in his gaze, or the way his fingers tightened on your waist, as if he wanted to pull you closer.

"Save me a dance later?" he murmured, his thumb stroking over your hip bone.

You nodded, still a little breathless. "Of course," you managed, licking your lips.

His eyes followed the movement, his gaze darkening. "Good." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering against your skin. "I'll hold you to that, love."

With that, he stepped back, giving you a wink before turning and heading back into the crowd.

You let out a shaky breath, your heart pounding. It was almost overwhelming how attracted you were to him, and it didn't help that he knew it, too.

Marcel and Cami exchanged a knowing look, and you rolled your eyes at them.

"Oh, shut up," you muttered, taking a long sip of your drink.

They laughed, shaking their heads.

"It's about time, though," Cami said, grinning.

"I'll drink to that," Marcel agreed, raising his glass.

You gave them a warning glare, but they just laughed harder. "I'm going to check out the haunted house," you announced, turning on your heel and walking away.

Their laughter followed you as you crossed the courtyard, heading toward the small building. Your mind was racing, replaying the way Klaus had looked at you, the way his touch had sent a thrill through you. You knew you were blushing, and you were grateful for the cover of darkness as you slipped inside the attraction.

You immediately regretted the decision. It was dark and creepy, filled with cobwebs and skeletons, and the eerie soundtrack only made it worse. There was definitely a spell or two involved, the entire atmosphere was designed to put guests on edge.

You wandered through the maze of corridors and rooms, trying to find the exit. There was something about the dark corners and flickering candles that made you uneasy, and you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching you.

You reached a dead end and cursed under your breath, turning back. A sudden loud scream came from the speakers, and all the lights began flashing, making your heart leap into your throat. You hurried forward, desperately searching for a way out.

You turned a corner, running blinding for the exit. But instead of finding the door, you crashed into a hard body, nearly falling over. Two strong arms wrapped around you, steadying you, and you gasped as you looked up into familiar brown eyes.

"Elijah," you breathed, clutching his chest. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you."

He chuckled, his hands resting on your hips. "That's quite alright,"

"I-I was looking for the exit," you explained, a little embarrassed.

He grinned, stepping back and gesturing to a nearby door. "You've found it," he said, taking your hand and leading you through.

The fresh air hit you, and you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. Elijah's touch was still making your pulse race, and you couldn't deny that you had been hoping to run into him, too.

"I'm sorry if I startled you," he said, his thumb tracing over the back of your hand. "Need a drink?"

"Please," you breathed, following him as he led you toward the bar.

He ordered two drinks, handing one to you and lifting the other in a toast. You clinked your glass against his and quickly took a sip of your drink, hoping he couldn't hear the way your heartbeat quickened.

"I'm a bit insulted by your outfit." He said, his tone playful. "I've never considered a vampire so... tasteless."

You nearly choked on your drink, surprised by his bluntness. You couldn't tell if he was serious or not, but the look in his eyes told you he was at least half-teasing.

"Hey, now. I'll have you know, I put a lot of thought into this outfit," you told him, feigning offense, though you couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up.

Elijah smiled, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "Did you put glitter on your face? You're sparkling."

"Isn't that what vampires do?" You flashed a coy grin. "Sparkle in the sun?"

Elijah shook his head, his fingers trailing over your jaw. "If we did, we wouldn't do it nearly as beautifully as you."

You felt your cheeks flush at his compliment, and you looked away, taking another sip of your drink. You weren't sure what to say, he was so damn smooth with his words.

"Thank you," you finally murmured, meeting his gaze again. "For rescuing me in there."

He chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink. "My pleasure. Though, I'd say the rescue was a bit mutual."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you've rescued me as well, darling. From a very dull night."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Dull? Hardly. It's a Mikaelson Halloween party, there's nothing dull about it."

He shrugged, his gaze traveling over you again. "Perhaps. But a night spent in your company is much more exciting."

You blushed, looking down. You could feel his eyes on you, and the tension between you was nearly palpable. You had always had a crush on him, and it was surreal to be standing here, with him looking at you like that.

"Dance with me," he said, pulling you closer.

You nodded, letting him lead you onto the dance floor. The music was slow and sensual, and you could feel the beat pulsing through your body, making your heart race.

Elijah's hand settled on your waist, his other gently grasping your own as he drew you in close. You rested your free hand on his shoulder, looking up at him through your lashes. Out of all Rebekah's brothers, he was the hardest to read, and sometimes the most intimidating.

But there was no denying the heat in his gaze as he looked down at you, or the way his fingers tightened on your waist. You bit your lip, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he said, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Did you pick your costume specifically to try and get attention?"

You blinked, caught off-guard by the question. "I, um..." You weren't sure how to answer. The truth was, yes, you had picked the outfit hoping to attract their attention, but you hadn't thought anyone would call you out on it.

"I'm not judging," he assured you, his hand sliding down your waist, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "I'm merely curious."

"Maybe," you admitted, a flush rising in your cheeks. "What do you think?"

"I think," he murmured, his fingers dancing along the hem of your dress, his touch sending sparks of desire through you, "that you don't have to try so hard," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

You let out a soft gasp and your hand curled into the collar of his suit jacket. You knew it was a reckless idea, that getting tangled up with a Mikaelson was bound to end badly, but right now, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"You're dangerous, you know that?" you whispered, looking up at him.

"So are you," he replied, his eyes darkening.

You could see the hunger in his gaze, dark veins rippling under his eyes ever so slightly. You knew that he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

"How much did this little outfit cost?” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

You snorted, rolling your eyes. "What does that matter?"

"Because I want to know how much money I'm going to spend replacing it."

You blinked, your cheeks growing warm. "Elijah," you whispered, a thrill rushing through you.

He smiled, a wide toothy grin, and then spun you around, dipping you back. The move was fluid and graceful, and you clung to him, laughing breathlessly. The alcohol was making your head spin, and the heat between the two of you was intoxicating.

"I must confess I'm a bit jealous," he murmured, bringing you back up. His hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you close as the two of you moved together.

"Of who?"

"Niklaus has made it clear he's interested in pursuing you. I'm afraid that if I let you out of my sight, he'll steal you away." He chuckled, and the sound vibrated through you.

"And what do you intend to do about it?" you asked, a challenge in your voice.

He smirked, his eyes darkening. "Why, I intend to keep you right here, where I can enjoy you for myself."

"You can't keep me, I'm not an object," you teased, even as you felt your pulse quicken.

Elijah smiled, amused, his gaze moving to someone standing behind you. "Perhaps not. But Niklaus certainly thinks so."

You glanced over your shoulder and saw Klaus leaning against a nearby pillar, a drink in his hand and a smirk on his face. He gave you a wink and lifted his glass, silently toasting you.

Your cheeks flushed, and you turned back to Elijah, biting your lip. You were torn between being flattered by their attention and feeling embarrassed by it. You were just a human, after all, and they were two powerful vampires, kings among their own kind.

You felt another pair of hands sliding along your hips, and Klaus' familiar scent filled your nostrils. He nuzzled against the crook of your neck, pressing a soft kiss against your skin.

"Can I have that dance, love?" He murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

Your breath hitched, the proximity of both of them sending your pulse racing. The fantasy that you had built up in your head suddenly seemed very possible and it overwhelmed you. The heat of them, the way they touched you, the way their bodies moved against yours as they danced. You felt like a piece of prey caught between a wolf and a panther, and they were circling, waiting for the right moment to strike.

You saw Marcel watching you, an amused grin on his face. He had seen everything and was clearly entertained by the whole situation. You felt a sudden wave of embarrassment wash over you, and you stepped away, clearing your throat.

"I, uh, I should probably go find Rebekah," you said, avoiding their gazes. "I'll.. see you guys later."

Klaus' brows furrowed, and he reached for you, his fingers brushing against yours. "Love, wait—"

You pulled away from them, mumbling an excuse, and hurried off, disappearing into the crowd. Your cheeks were burning, and you could feel their eyes on you, but you didn't dare look back.

You made your way through the party, keeping your head down and avoiding eye contact with everyone. Searching for Rebekah, you found her in a far corner, chatting with Cami.

Rebekah smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Have you received the attention you were hoping for tonight?"

"Uh, yeah," you muttered, shaking your head. "Perhaps a little too much."

Cami snorted, hiding her grin behind her hand.

"You don't say," Rebekah chuckled, giving you a knowing look.

"I'm not sure what I was thinking, wearing this." You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you, and you looked down at the ground, your cheeks heating.

"Nonsense," Rebekah said, linking her arm with yours. "It's not the outfit, but the girl wearing it. And besides, those idiots have been pining after you for ages, this is hardly news."

Cami nodded in agreement. "They're smitten, and everyone can see it."

You rolled your eyes, not quite believing them. "I guess…”

"Did they bother you?" Rebekah asked, a hint of protectiveness in her tone.

"No," you replied, quickly shaking your head. "I mean, not really. They were just a little... overwhelming. I'm not used to having two guys chasing after me."

Cami nodded, giving you a reassuring smile. "If anything, I think it's a good thing. Gives you the chance to decide which one you're more into."

Rebekah let out a laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Please, if she knew who she was more into, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

You glared at her, trying not to blush. She had a point, but that didn't mean you wanted her bringing it up in front of Cami.

"I don't know," Cami said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You seem pretty torn. Maybe you should just try them both out, see which one fits better."

You blinked, surprised by the suggestion. But before you could respond, Cami held up a hand, stopping you.

"No, listen, I'm serious. There's nothing wrong with trying to figure out who you're more attracted to. It's healthy."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Are you saying I should sleep with both of them?"

"If that's what it takes," Cami replied, shrugging. "You deserve to know what you want, and I don't think you'll find the answer until you give it a try."

Rebekah pretended not to hear, sipping her drink, but the corners of her mouth twitched, as if she were trying not to smile.

You stared at her for a moment, speechless. You hadn't expected such a suggestion, but at the same time, part of you wondered if Cami was right. You did want them both, and they were clearly interested in you. But there was no way in hell you could choose between them. Maybe sleeping with both of them was the only way to make things clear.

"Here," Rebekah said, interrupting your thoughts. She handed you your fake fangs, smiling mischievously. "Go put these back on, and then find my brothers. I'm sure they'd be happy to continue the party in private."

You gave her a look, but she only laughed, patting your arm.

"Just trust me," she said, winking. "I've seen you with them, you are not acting like yourself, all shy and sweet. That's not you. Go be reckless, have fun, and maybe get laid. You need it."

You felt your cheeks grow hot, and she pushed you gently back towards the dance floor. Cami joined her, both of them laughing and pushing you playfully.

"Hey, are you blushing?" Rebekah called after you, giggling.

You waved her off, rolling your eyes. But there was no denying the heat rising in your cheeks, and the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You made your way through the crowd, looking for them. But they were nowhere to be found on the first floor so you headed upstairs.

You found them sitting on the lounge on an ornate looking sofa, discussing something in hushed voices. It seemed heated, like they were arguing over something… But when they saw you, however, their conversation halted, and they exchanged a glance.

"Back so soon?" Klaus teased, his eyes sweeping over you.

You kept your mouth closed, trying to hide the fangs. You sat down in-between them, letting the silence stretch between the three of you.

Elijah cleared his throat, glancing at Klaus, and then back to you. "Is everything alright, sweetheart?"

You have them a wide grin, the ridiculous plastic fangs finally revealing themselves.

Klaus burst into laughter, throwing his head back, and Elijah's lips twitched.

"That's the ugliest thing I've ever seen," Klaus said, snorting.

"And yet, somehow, it looks quite fetching on you," Elijah remarked, a small smile playing on his lips.

You giggled, feeling a bit foolish, but also emboldened. "Why, thank you gentlemen. Now it's only fair you show me yours," you said, waggling your eyebrows and popping the fangs out of your mouth.

Klaus chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “If that's what you wish."

You watched as the veins under his eyes appeared and his fangs lengthened. It looked extra frightening, paired with his phantom costume, and you couldn't help but reach out, touching one of his fangs.

He grinned, and his eyes flashed gold, a sign of his werewolf side, too. "Does this frighten you?" he murmured, leaning closer.

"Not at all," you told him, biting your lip.

He smirked, his gaze flickering to your mouth. "Good."

You turned to Elijah, and found him watching the two of you intently, his dark eyes glittering.

"Well, don't I get to see yours, too?" you asked, batting your eyelashes.

Elijah hesitated for a moment, and then his own fangs descended, his eyes flashing black.

You let out a soft gasp, reaching out and touching his cheek. His skin was warm, the dark veins under his eyes were dancing, and you could feel the power radiating off him.

"Beautiful," you whispered, awed by their supernatural sides.

Klaus chuckled, watching the two of you with amusement. "Our little human has quite the appetite," he murmured, his eyes gleaming.

"Indeed," Elijah replied, a smirk tugging at his lips.

They exchanged a look, and then turned back to you, their gazes heated. You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a bit nervous.

"Elijah and I have a bit of a wager going," Klaus said, leaning closer.

"Niklau-" Elijah started to speak, but Klaus cut him off.

"No, no, no, Elijah. We should get to the bottom of this, once and for all," Klaus said, a mischievous look on his face.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, confused.

"Well, my dear brother is under the impression that he is the one you have feelings for," Klaus explained, his tone playful.

"Niklaus, I swear to-"

Klaus held up a hand, stopping Elijah. "However, I believe it's me you're attracted to."

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. You had a feeling they had been bickering over this since the moment you left them downstairs.

"What if I can't choose?" You asked, meeting their gaze.

"Then you'll just have to spend the night with both of us," Klaus replied, a wicked grin on his face.

"Niklaus. That's enough," Elijah said, his tone sharp. You could tell he was irritated by the way Klaus was behaving. But you didn't mind the teasing, and you knew just how to shut them up.

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your courage, and then you grabbed Elijah's tie and pulled him toward you, kissing him.

Elijah let out a surprised grunt, but quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. His lips were soft and warm, and you could feel his fangs scraping against your mouth.

The kiss was intense, and you were breathless when he finally pulled away. He smiled, his eyes dark with desire, then he looked over your shoulder at Klaus, a smug expression on his face.

"Well, there's your answer," he said, sounding a bit pleased with himself.

You glanced behind you and saw that Klaus was glaring at Elijah, his jaw clenched tight. You giggled and turned to him, pulling him in for a kiss.

He growled, his hands sliding over your body as he kissed you, hard and demanding. You could feel the anger rolling off him, and you had to admit, it was kind of thrilling.

"See, she likes me more," Klaus said, a smug grin on his face.

"Incorrigible child," Elijah scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Both of you shut up," you told them, feeling impatient. "You're ruining the mood."

Klaus smirked, his eyes flashing. "As you wish, love."

They both leaned in, pressing soft kisses to either side of your neck simultaneously. You closed your eyes, sighing, your fingers curling into the fabric of their shirts. Their lips trailed over your skin, their fangs gently scraping against you.

"We should go somewhere more private," Elijah murmured, his hand sliding up your thigh.

Klaus nodded, nipping at your earlobe. "My room, perhaps? I'd very much like to have you alone."

"Oh, no. My room," Elijah countered, his voice low and husky.

You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up in your throat, and you opened your eyes, looking at both of them.

"How about the guest room I'm staying in? Feels like neutral territory," you offered, smirking.

"Agreed," Elijah said, pulling you closer and nuzzling your neck.

Suddenly he scooped you up into his arms and you yelped in surprise. He smirked, and you watched Klaus grab multiple bottles of champagne. He popped one open and began to chug it.

You giggled, holding onto Elijah's neck as he carried you to the bedroom. He placed you on the bed, and you watched as they stripped their clothes off, tossing them carelessly to the floor.

"Why Phantom of the Opera?" you teased Klaus, admiring their toned bodies.

"Because I look dashing, of course," Klaus replied, grinning. "I miss the fashion of that era,"

"And you?" You looked at Elijah, "did you just find an old outfit in your closet?"

Elijah chuckled, shrugging. "More or less. Though, I did take some liberties with the suit."

You rolled your eyes, amused. They were such divas, always wanting to look their best. But you weren't complaining, they were incredibly sexy.

Elijah was the first to move, crawling onto the bed and hovering over you. He captured your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue sliding against yours. His hands moved over your body, gently squeezing your breasts before ripping your costume open. You gasped, and then moaned as his mouth moved down, trailing kisses along your exposed chest.

"Cheap satin, mass produced garbage," he muttered, tossing the shredded fabric to the side.

You laughed, but your laugh turned into a moan as his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking gently. His hands slid over your hips, squeezing possessively.

You arched into him, your fingers tangling in his hair. He was rough, but not too rough, and you could feel the heat building between your legs.

You felt the bed dip, and then Klaus was kneeling next to you, his cock already hard and throbbing. You reached out, wrapping your hand around his length and giving him a slow, firm stroke.

"That's it, love," he groaned, his hips jerking forward.

Elijah chuckled, nipping at your neck. "Impatient as ever, Niklaus."

Klaus glared at him, his eyes flashing gold. "And you're not, Elijah? Look at you, rutting against her like a bloody animal."

Elijah pulled back, a smirk on his face. "Touché."

You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head. The tension between the two of them was palpable, but you couldn't bring yourself to mind. It was thrilling, being the focus of their attention.

You quickly shut Klaus up by leaning forward and taking him into your mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hand tangling in your hair.

You swirled your tongue around the head, and then bobbed down his shaft, taking him in as deep as you could. Enjoying the low moans you pulled from him.

Elijah kissed and nipped his way down your body, settling between your legs. He spread your thighs, and you whimpered as he ran his tongue along your slit, the sensation making your toes curl.

You knew they would be good in bed, but this was... beyond your wildest imagination. The way they worked in sync, almost competing for your attention, left you breathless. It was exhilarating, and you couldn’t help but revel in the pleasure they both brought you.

Elijah's tongue danced over your clit, his skillful movements driving you wild as he circled and dipped inside you. You moaned around Klaus's cock, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure building within you.

“Fuck, love. Your mouth feels incredible,” Klaus groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair as he thrust forward. 

You tightened your lips around him, feeling the heat radiating from both men. Elijah’s grip on your hips was firm, holding you still as he devoured you. The pressure inside you mounted, a delicious tension just out of reach. Your thighs squeezed his head, and you caught a glimpse of his smirk through the haze of pleasure.

Klaus was groaning and cursing, his thrusts becoming erratic. You knew he was close, and the thought made your core ache. With a final, fervent moan around Klaus's length, he spilled himself down your throat, a deep growl escaping his lips. You relished the taste, the raw connection of it all.

Elijah pulled away, and you whined at the sudden emptiness, your body craving more of his touch. He grinned, fangs descending, and pressed his lips to the delicate skin of your inner thigh. His bite pierced your skin, and the pain quickly transformed into a rush of pleasure. You could feel him drinking from you, pulling your essence into him, intensifying your arousal.

Your breath caught as you felt yourself tipping over the edge. Climax ripped through you, leaving you trembling and gasping. Elijah pulled away, licking the wound on your thigh clean, then pressed a soft kiss to your skin, his eyes dark with desire. 

“So sweet,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I could drink from you all night.”

Klaus chuckled, tracing a finger along the bite mark. “Now, now, brother. Let’s not be greedy.”

Elijah’s mouth moved higher, trailing kisses along your hip bones and stomach. You could see the dark veins under his eyes, the whites of his eyes now black. He was equal parts beautiful and deadly. You reached down, tracing the veins under his eyes, captivated by the sight.

Klaus smirked, watching your reaction. “Our little human is quite fascinated by our supernatural side.”

“Indeed,” Elijah murmured, his mouth hovering over the curve of your breast. 

“It’s kind of hot,” you said, breathless with a smile.

Elijah grinned, then latched onto one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. You moaned, arching into him, feeling the tension building again.

Klaus chuckled. “Elijah, I do believe it’s my turn.”

Elijah paused, glancing at him. “Of course.” he muttered, reluctantly pulling away.

Klaus shifted behind you, pulling you into his lap, your back pressed against his chest. “Now, when it comes to you making a decision, it’s all about who’s best, isn’t it?” he whispered in your ear.

You swallowed, eyes fluttering closed as his hand slipped between your thighs, pressing two fingers inside you. “I-I guess,” you stuttered, struggling to focus on his words.

“I’m going to show you why it should be me,” Klaus said, his voice low and husky.

Elijah’s eyes narrowed, jaw clenched. He didn’t like being upstaged, but you couldn’t help but feel amused. They were both so competitive, always trying to prove themselves better than the other.

“Come now, brother. No need to be jealous,” Klaus said, smirking.

Elijah’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m certain I’ll win her favor.”

You giggled, the sound turning into a moan as Klaus curled his fingers, rubbing against your sensitive spot. He pressed a kiss to your neck, nipping at your skin, and you could feel his fangs scraping against you.

Your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin. He groaned, fingers pumping in and out of you, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Elijah watched, gaze intense. You could see the jealousy in his eyes, but there was desire there too. And it turned you on even more.

“Don’t hold back, love,” Klaus murmured, his voice seductive. “Let me hear those sweet sounds.”

Your lips parted, and you couldn’t stop the moans spilling from your mouth. It was overwhelming—the way Klaus touched you, the way Elijah watched. The tension inside you was building, and you knew you were close.

Klaus sank his fangs into your neck, and you cried out, the sensation pushing you over the edge. Your body trembled, waves of pleasure crashing through you. 

Klaus growled, teeth digging deeper, and you could feel him drinking from you. The combination of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, and you found yourself wishing he would never stop.

But eventually, he pulled away, lapping at the bite marks on your neck. You felt lightheaded, a pleasant buzz flowing through your veins.

“Delicious,” he whispered, his voice rough.

Elijah leaned forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He tasted like blood, and you could feel the desperation in his touch.

“Now, now, brother,” Klaus said, amusement lacing his tone. “I didn’t say you could have a turn.”

“Oh, stop,” you chuckled, pushing on Elijah’s chest and turning to face Klaus. Straddling him, you kissed him passionately, then slowly lowered yourself onto his length.

“Bloody hell,” Klaus groaned, his hands gripping your hips.

“You feel so good,” you whispered, biting his lip.

He smirked, thrusting into you. You moaned, throwing your head back, and began to ride him. His fingers dug into your skin, and you knew you’d have bruises later, but you didn’t care.

Elijah pressed himself into your back, licking the bite mark on your neck, sucking more blood from it. You shuddered; the feeling of him behind you combined with Klaus thrusting into you was almost too much.

Klaus’s eyes flashed gold, veins dancing beneath his skin. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his and locking your gaze with his. He looked so damn beautiful, eyes dark with lust, skin flushed.

“Cum for us, sweetheart,” Elijah whispered, breath hot against your ear.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. You cried out, your climax crashing through you as they both watched with rapt attention, intensifying the pleasure.

Your vision blurred, and you felt dizzy. You had no idea how much blood they had taken from you, but it must have been a lot.

“Niklaus,” Elijah warned, voice strained.

“Yes, yes, I know,” Klaus muttered, letting you fall back into Elijah’s arms.

“I’m fine,” you said, breathless. “Just a little dizzy.”

Elijah scooped you up and laid you down, his lips finding yours. “I’m afraid we got a bit carried away,” he said, his expression regretful.

“I’m not complaining,” you replied, giving him a weak smile.

“Here,” he said softly, biting down on his wrist and holding it to your mouth.

You nodded, taking his blood. It was surprisingly sweet, reviving you, clearing the fog from your mind.

“That’s cheating,” Klaus grumbled, pouting.

“We need her in top form for the rest of the night,” Elijah replied, lips twitching with a smile.

You ran your fingers through Elijah’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss as you parted your legs. He smiled, positioning himself between your thighs.

You moaned as he eased into you, filling you completely. His movements were slow and deliberate, and it felt so damn good. You could almost feel the way his blood flowed through you, rejuvenating you.

Elijah’s rhythm was steady, thrusts deep and sure, kissing and nipping at your neck and jaw. You were lost in pleasure, fingers digging into his back.

It didn’t take long for your release to build again, your whole body trembling. Elijah groaned, pace quickening. You felt his body tense, control slipping, and he finally spilled himself inside you.

He kissed you, eyes dark with desire, then pulled out, breathing ragged.

Klaus began to slow clap, a smirk on his face. "Well done, brother."

You couldn't help but laugh, even though you were utterly exhausted. "I guess we're all winners tonight," you said, a sleepy smile on your face.

Elijah chuckled, rolling onto his back and pulling you into his arms. You snuggled against him, feeling safe and warm.

Klaus shifted on the bed, lying beside you and pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "So... who do you choose?"

"Both," you replied, not even having to think about it.

"Afraid that's not an option," Elijah murmured, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your arm.

"And why not?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because," Klaus said, his hand sliding over your hip, "we need to know who the victor is."

You rolled your eyes, knowing this was just another game to them. "Fine. Elijah, then."

"Ha!" Elijah exclaimed, looking smug.

"Actually... No. Klaus," you said, turning your head and smirking at him.

"Don't lie to make him feel better," Elijah said, a teasing tone to his voice.

You giggled, unable to keep a straight face.

"You're not going to make a choice, are you?" Klaus asked, his tone amused.

"Nope," you replied, grinning. "Also, you both owe me a costume,"

They exchanged a look, and then turned back to you, their eyes glinting with mischief.

"We can arrange that," Klaus said, his lips curving into a wicked grin.

"And perhaps," Elijah added, his tone suggestive, "you could wear it for us."

You smirked, your pulse racing at the thought. "Oh yeah? What would you have me dress up as?"

"Hmm," Klaus murmured, his hand trailing over your hip. "How about a naughty nurse?"

Elijah raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Or a sexy librarian?"

You giggled, enjoying their suggestions. "Perhaps a French maid," you said, giving them a flirty smile.

"I think we could work with that," Klaus said, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Agreed," Elijah replied, his expression mirroring his brother's.

You sighed, smiling contentedly. "I love Halloween,"

Below, the sounds of the party continued, music and laughter drifting up to you. But the three of you remained locked away in your own private world, enjoying each other's company, and the promise of what was to come.

{<- kinktober masterlist}

[xo2dee]

NOW LOADING. .

DMC MASTERLIST

BEGUILING

PAIRING: Vergil x (Fem)Reader WARNINGS: None WORD COUNT: 1,622 SUMMARY: He wasn't as subtle as he liked to think he was.

A/N: idk man, i just know he's not as nonchalant as he tries to appear

You watched in amazement as the miniature missile blew the makeshift target to fragments. A small chuckle came from the woman next to you and you moved your eyes to the end on the black rocket launcher, watching the smoke rise from the end before dissipating completely. Once that was over, you gazed at the woman holding the beautiful weapon: Lady.

Lady had been introduced to you by Dante, and while the first meeting wasn’t the greatest and Lady had her suspicions about you, you couldn’t deny the admiration you felt for her. Whether it was down to her fierceness, her ability to keep up with Dante’s wit, or just down to how she even looked, you wanted to be everything that was Lady. She was the epitome of the perfect human Devil Hunter.

You cocked a hip out, your own weapon propped up on the floor in your hand, “I never get tired of watching that.”

The woman ran a hand through her cropped murky hair, her own mismatched eyes turning to look at you, “I’m just glad she’s still in perfect condition. I was sure when Dante decided to just jump into Hell with not just this one but the second one Nico had made, he’d come back with both completely destroyed.”

You hummed, “How did you manage to get both back anyway?”

Lady propped up Kalina Ann much like your own position, leaning on her cherished weapon, “It wasn’t too hard actually… All I really had to do was mention the debt he owes me, I told him I’d cut it by half if he gave me both to me.” You snorted. If it took anything for Dante to find a way out of his debt, he would do it. How the man managed to drown himself in over twenty years’ worth of debt, you weren’t too sure, yet when Lady and Trish complained over his lack of self-control when it came to money and how most of it primarily went to pizza and strawberry sundaes…

How did the man even function?

“He’s been doing better lately though,” she continued, wiping a hand on her pants, “Ever since Vergil came back and somehow Dante got him to stick around, his debt has been swindling down. It’s kinda a buzzkill, Vergil I mean, he forces Dante to keep up with Morrison’s payments.”

Ah yes, Vergil. The frosty elder twin of Dante whose best skill was either standing in the corner staring like he was Nosferatu or sitting on the couch in the main room of Devil May Cry and reading. Sure, Vergil was exceptionally skilled out on the battlefield, but you weren’t about to admit that aloud. You and Vergil had not gotten along from the moment you had met when he principally took one look at you, stuck his nose up into the air, and walked away. After that, you spent most downtime you had glaring at the back of his stupid head and trying to see how far you could test his patience. The man surprisingly got angry quick – a feat showing just how much different he was from his twin – but he had never once really lashed out at you, regularly just throwing dirty looks at you and stalking out of the room. Even when you ‘accidentally’ washed one of his white button-ups with Dante’s red boxers.

Not like he needed to wear it anyway, his chest had been beginning to pop out from the top of it.

However, the creepy half-demon had been acting rather strange as of lately. At times you thought you were alone you’d turn around and he’d be standing there and giving a stare reminiscent of Patrick Bateman from American Psycho. It had been happening frequently, to the point you told Dante, who only threw his head back and laughed. You didn’t know what he found so damn funny when it was no laughing matter when Vergil was looking at you like he was going to eat you.

…Did he eat humans?

Maybe that’s why you never saw Vergil eat. You shuddered.

“You wanna try her out?” Lady asked bringing you out of your horrid thoughts. She was gesturing to Kalina Ann much to your surprise; Lady never really let anyone use her weapons. “C’mon you’ll be fine, the recoil isn’t so bad,” she assured lifting up the rocket launcher for you to grab. You hesitated for a brief moment; you weren’t too familiar with heavier weapons, your own was rather lightweight and the recoil of it only left a small amount of discomfort when you had first started using it that you no longer felt.

Temptation proved too much for you though, handing your own weapon in exchange, you hefted Kalina Ann into your hold and positioned your body in a more comfortable position. You angled your hips once more, setting a leg back, took aim, and fired at the next dummy target. Your body slightly jostled from the kickback, but it was to be expected since you were firing a rocket launcher. Watching the miniature missile hit the bottom of the target and the brutal blow exploding the target much like Lady had done, you let out a huff of a laugh.

Lady gave an impressed ‘hmm’ next to you before you both swapped back to your respectable weapons, “Not too bad… for a rookie,” she teased, poking your shoulder, “how’d it feel?”

“Exhilarating.”

She laughed again moving closer to lean her arm on your shoulder, a fleeting smell of her perfume assaulting your nose, “I think you and I should go out on missions together more.”

Flattered, you opened your mouth to respond, but quickly snapped it shut when a whistle came from behind the both of you. You both turned and Dante stood there rubbing the stubble on his jaw grinning while Vergil stood next to him looking he was on the cusp of suffocating. You frowned, What the Hell is his deal?

“Didn’t know you could handle big guns like that, I’m impressed,” Dante beamed at you, flashing a fanged tooth. You would’ve been a fool to not catch the underline meaning of the words, yet you were too accustomed to Dante’s comments and flirts none of them really fazed you. You snorted, throwing your weapon to rest on your shoulder as Lady and he suddenly engaged in a back-and-forth.

After a few moments of watching the humorous exchange, you snuck a peek at the man still standing at Dante’s side, wondering why he hadn’t fucked off yet. Your eyes traveled from his feet, to the harsh grip he had on his sword, to –

Jesus.

You swiftly turned your attention back to the other two as a sweat broke out across your neck. Looking at Vergil’s face you came to face-to-face with the haughty male giving you his own rendition of the Stanley Kubrick Stare pointed directly at you. His eyes were by far some of the fiercest you had ever seen; one look and you felt as if he was peering into your soul and attempting to murder you with one stare.

Quickly, you sifted through your mind for any possible past actions that would’ve pissed him off that bad. You hadn’t done anything as of lately then, opting to keep your distance when a week prior your mind randomly said, ‘He’s kinda hot’, while you sat across from him in Nico’s van. You wanted to throw your brain out of the window at that because you don’t know why it’d even betray you like that.

You came out of your thoughts when Lady loudly questioned why Dante felt the need to bother the both of you and his answer was enough to make you freeze.

Dante threw his hands up in submission, his expression morphing into something of innocence, “Don’t look at me, Vergil’s been standing here longer than I have. I only came to see what was holding him up and I can see now…” he trailed off, his eyes remaining on you.

…What? He had? How long he had been in the same room as you two? You weren’t surprised really; Vergil made no noise whatsoever ghosting around Devil May Cry, he was able to sneak up on you frequently and scare the shit out of you. Though normally, he would throw an insult at you or clear his throat…

Meanwhile, said half-demon broke his glare and curled his lip in disgust, a barely audible hiss escaping him. He threw an accusing, ghastly glare to Dante before a lingering glance to you, and then ultimately sauntered away out of the back room with the door almost swinging off its hinges with how hard he slammed it. Bewildered, you watched him go, uneasiness beginning to settle into your stomach as you thought back to the probing ‘I’ll eat you alive’ stare, momentarily thinking perhaps that stare was something else…

Next to you, Lady sighed, sounding slightly exasperated, “He’s not as discreet as he thinks he is.”

Dante snorted, “He’s still a man, if he likes something he sees he’s gonna act on it. Even if it is in his own weird way,” he placed both hands behind his head after that statement sending a wink towards you.

You were extremely confused.

Lady piped up next to you, her arm curving around your shoulders, “Maybe it’s the shorts, but I could be wrong…”

Your shorts? No way was she implying what you thought she was implying.

Vergil was not staring at your ass…

Was he?

Dante snickered when your expression morphed into mortification.

What the fuck were you supposed to do knowing you had an all-powerful, King of Hell, demon staring at your fucking ass?

[bitchlessdino]

okok i'm here for a request

wonwoo as your coworker who you've been having an office romance with - which you have been taking as a joke. everyone thinks you'll get together, and you play along with that. but wonwoo is very serious.

so late night booty call from coworker!wonwoo? or maybe drunk dial to wonwoo and the aftermath the next day (fucking in the office)

Pairing: wonwoo x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.9k

tags: office au, feturin bartender!chan and coworker!mingyu, mentions of alcohol, exhibitionism, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, pet name

author note: hi bee ily bee, you're messed up for this bee. but im worse for producing it gdjgwkjg. anyways enjoy wonu rot

Tag: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @6969lilithcat @wonuhour @camisun93 @emmmui @toruro

Wonwoo is a handsome guy and it was clear as day to everyone in the office. You like having a bit of his attention. He’s funny and quite friendly with you, but that is perhaps because the first time you met you had the courage to fight with him over the last jam-filled donut in the break room. Since then, there’s never not been a reason to talk as if you’ve known each other forever.

You admit some of the socializing you’ve been having with Wonwoo is more than what you do with any other coworker, let alone friend, but you were just playing along and it was too late to go back. Besides, both of you know what this is. All this talk was simply harmless flirting, playful jokes, and lively banter. You make it clear at the end of it all that there is nothing between you and Wonwoo, that things are as platonic as two subordinates can get.

You can’t say the rest of the office believes that though, seeing as so many of them with jealous glares in your direction or the nudges from the suspecting coworkers that ‘lowkey ship’ you two together as if you were some characters in television. 

“Ugh, you two make me sick. Just get together and have beautiful children already.”

You and Wonwoo shared a harmonious chuckle together, one louder in humor and it wasn’t the man dashing in a silk silver necktie.

“I wish I could, but they like to sleep on the left side even though I also sleep on the left side and I don't know how that would work,” Wonwoo knocks against your shoulder

“Not to mention he likes cats way more than dogs and the fact that we could never really be together because we’re just good coworkers.”

“Right,” he lightly punches, indicating agreement. “It’d be a really bad idea if we were actually together.”

You raise your brows, almost offended. “Woah, woah. I never said it was really bad.”

“But you were thinking about it.”

“Lover quarrel I hear?” Mingyu butts in after getting his morning joe. “They’re always at it at this time of day.”

You roll your eyes at the giant. “All I’m saying is. I and Wonwoo are good together at work. Just work. Dare I say he’s a good work husband, even if he steals the last of the pastries—“

“Will you ever let that go—“

“No—and that’s all there is everyone. Sorry to disappoint.”

The crowd gives their share of snide smirks before dispersing. Mingyu is the last to stay behind, a Cheshire smile on his face. “Sure, you two. Just keep your hands to yourself around here…if you can help it.”

You were about to throw a light kick at the man before he started scurrying off, leaving you and Wonwoo in your lonesome as always. 

“They mean no harm by the way,” Wonwoo points out, “but if it bothers you that much, I can tell them to lay off.”

“Nu-uh,” you reply, shaking your head, “and make me look like a buzzkill? I don’t mind the back and forth. Just don’t anyone get the wrong idea that our jokes are actually serious?”

“Yeah, because it’d be just awful to be caught dating someone like me.”

You groan at his choice of words. “That is not what I said. Stop putting words in my mouth. This is why we wouldn’t work together.”

Wonwoo shrugs, a smile on his face that truly does brighten up a whole room. God, no wonder people think you’re dating him. What single man smiles like that? “Alright, sweet face. Fine. Who cares what they think? We know left from right, okay?” There’s a hint in his tone that says otherwise but you decide to ignore it.

“Okay, good. Anyways, what are your plans tonight? Up for another night of Valo queue?”

“I actually have plans tonight.”

“Oh?” You say wiggling your eyebrows. “Hot date?”

“Maybe? Haven’t met them yet.”

You’re playful expression fades. “Oh, actually? Wow. You must be…excited.”

He shrugs, freshening up his mug. “It’s nice to have plans outside of binge-watching TV at home, so a little bit.”

Your smile can’t seem to reach your ears until you’ve found a way to find the humor out of it. “That sounds nice. I wanna be set up—Wonwoo don’t you have any hot friends?”

Wonwoo feigns thought, clicking his tongue, now noticing the watch on his wrist. “Well, would you look at the time? Back to work.”

You sneer at him leaving you unanswered, following after him to continue the rest of your day. This is how most days went. Outside of work, you shared your personal interests with him, such as video games—perhaps adding to the assumption that you both seem very couple forward—but otherwise, that was all. There was nothing else that made you more than people who work in close proximity together, and not by your own fault either.

Despite this dynamic, Wonwoo is a private person and you only know what he lets you know. Perhaps, that’s why you are so dead set on keeping the formality the way it is. Who knows the type of person he is behind doors?

You try not to be curious about him for the sake of your circumstance, but the thought of Wonwoo and his date stays in the back of your mind, pestering you like an insect well into the afternoon until after work. That’s when you decide to hit up the local bar, grab a drink—or 5–and catch up with your favorite bartender, Chan, to see what he’s up to. He’s normally a good distraction, seeing as he can talk circles around any subject while jumping from one to the other, and you think it starts to make you forget why ever you came in the first place.

However, ‘drunk you’ does whatever the fuck they want, even if ‘sober you’ says otherwise. You seem to forget that every time you go out, perhaps because you think you’ve overcome that part of you after a while of not drinking. Truth was you haven’t.

“Hellooo…”

The dial tone plays on the other end and you continue your incessant greeting until you’re met with a familiar and confused sound. You automatically grin, clutching the device close to your ear in hopes of hearing his voice again.

“Wonwoo…are you and you having fun…”

You hear shuffling in the background, unaware it was Wonwoo checking caller ID to make sure it was you. “Are you doing okay?”

“Me? I’m great…how are you bud? Buddy? Companion? Bestie?”

“Okay. Where are you right now?”

You chortle, glancing back at Chan who is preoccupied with other customers but watching you from the corner of his eye concerned. “Hehe, I’m with a friend. A very handsome friend…”

Chan lets out a light chuckle before finishing up the drink and handing it to the person waiting. He strolls out to you, listening in on the rest of your call as he pretends to clean up glasses.

“Handsome friend?” Wonwoo repeats.

“Very handsome.”

You aren’t sure what’s going on with you, but you feel the urge to simply narrate everything around you, making sure the man on the other line hears every word. 

“Is there a reason you’re calling me, Y/n?”

You hum against the phone in pondering. “Just…because. It’s you.”

“Me?”

“You.”

Chan lightly scoffs at the scene, almost seeing the pink in your eyes as you speak to whoever is on the other end and politely asks for your phone. You pout at him, denying him the device, but with a stern look, you melt into mush and soon obliged.

“Hi, you must be Y/n’s friend right? They’re at the Carat Club right now and it looks like they’ve had enough to drink.”

Wonwoo hums into the phone before responding back cautiously. “Are you the handsome friend?”

Chan grins hearing the hint of jealousy. “Why yes, I am.”

“You don’t sound that handsome.”

“Well, you can judge for yourself because I’m also the bartender here. If you aren’t too busy, I’d really appreciate you getting them home. I’ll keep an eye on them but I can only do that for so long with the rush we’re having.”

There’s a moment of silence on the phone that makes the young bartender think the calls have dropped until the gravelly voice on the other end begrudgingly agrees, quickly hanging up right after. 

Chan sets the phone back to your side, doing what he’s promised to do. After some time, he recognizes Wonwoo right away by his frantic arrival and the bartender waves him over. Wonwoo scans your current state with a frown creasing his eyes. He tries shaking your sides, and see how little effect it makes.

“How much have they had to drink?”

“A couple of cocktails but by how early they’ve gotten here I assume they haven’t eaten. Best to take them home before it goes right through them.”

“Thanks,” Wonwoo, picks you up by your limp arms and supports your side in the direction of the door. When he’s out of sight, he quietly curses to himself about the accuracy of the bartender’s appearance before settling you in his passenger seat.

His goal is to get you rested and safe. Seeing as your driver's license is doctored from the city several hours from where they are, he assumes it is in need of an update, and tries to pry your address out of you. To no avail, nothing useful comes out from your drunk slurred lips and he ends up taking you to his home, dumping you on his bed, and tucking you in. 

You don’t remember anything after the third drink: making that call to Wonwoo, or the debacle of trying to get you home, or his persistence in climbing up the flight of stairs in his own home with the extra body weight. You can only assume the worst when you wake up the following day in a foreign bedroom; your internal alarm was clock accurate as always. You jump from the sheets in pure fear, scanning your surroundings for an owner, when you realize you still have the clothes you wore to work the day before.

Promptly, Wonwoo walks towards the bedroom you occupy from the wide open door and greet you, a smile on his face. “Good, you’re up. Work is in an hour, I’ll get you there.” “Wonwoo, where am I?”

“My place. I would’ve taken you home if you had been more cooperative.”

It takes your eyes some adjusting but you soon realize the lack of clothing on his body, warranting the smooth, broad, and muscular appearance of a Jeon Wonwoo you wouldn’t dare dream of. You gulp at the sight taking it in before hearing him chuckle as he crosses his arms to obscure the view, forcing your eyes on his face that was bare of the thick pair of metal frames you are used to. Instead, you see his eyes, overflowing with warmth you worry you’d stumble upon seeing them. “Extra bathroom at the other end of the hall. I can lend you a shirt.”

“T-thanks.” You say before he disappears in order to get ready for another day.

You quickly finish what needed to be done, taking advantage of the oversized shirt Wonwoo left you behind and somehow making it work. Soon enough you’re off to the office, in his passenger, only time sober and a lot more self-conscious.

“Did I do or say anything weird?”

He lets out a deep, familiar chuckle. “Depends. What’s your definition of weird?”

You try thinking of an answer but none would come up, having you change your mind about getting his prompt response.

“If it’s any consolation, you didn’t get sick like I thought you would, and you were mostly asleep.”

“That just means I was a mess,” You whine.

“Perhaps, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Wait, what about your date? Don’t tell me you—“

“She canceled and I had nothing going on. You called at a good time.”

“I called you?” You question him in bemusement.

“Like I said, nothing I couldn’t handle.”

His repeating that phrase does something the chemical in your brain, retracing the dents of his torso as if they’re right in front you, glistening against the sun rays peaking out of the windows. The smile on his face makes your heart pound a little harder than you’re used to, and now you’re noticing the veins on his hands as he grips the wheel.

You feel yourself swallow. Hand to heart, you pat down as if trying to manually regulate it, but ultimately fail as Wonwoo continues to speak. This must be the embarrassment talking.

“For a second, I thought you called me to confess your undying love for me or something.”

“What?” You ask laughing a little too hard, for once grasping the humor in the situation with difficulty. “Why would you think that?” 

“For one, you were drunk. It seemed likely.” He clears his throat, trying to focus on the road. “And maybe that’s what I wanted to hear.”

Those words settle into you like hot cement, frustratingly slow, and before you finally answer, you’re already back at work, following Wonwoo as you leave the car. When both obviously arrive together, the usual attention has multiplied by tenfold, and the treatment feels different than normal. More flustering a suffocating after the night you’ve had. Wonwoo is the only one to notice as he calmly escorts you to your cubicles, leaving the questions of your coworkers unanswered.

You aren't sure why they’re comments are getting you like this now, making you feel hot, hands clasped against your cheeks like a bashful child, but it bothers you throughout the day, forcing you to keep mostly to yourself. Its then Wonwoo, sends you a note, meeting him for lunch alone knowingly while everyone else planned a meal out. You hesitantly oblige to his request and when the time came around, it’s unexpectantly timid, awkward, and nerve-wracking. That’s not how monets with Wonwoo are supposed to go.

“You’ve been quiet.”

You bow you head. “Sorry.”

“Why are you being sorry?”

“I didn’t think I was bothering anyone.”

You don’t see it, but he rolls his eyes.“Well, you were bothering me. Talk to me, joke around with me, be mean to me I don’t know. The silence is annoying me.”

“...I’m sorry.”

“Apologizing again? Look at me.”

It was difficult given the predicament you’re in, but he forces you to anyways by lifting up your chin between his fingers. You watch a dark storm brew in his eyes and now you can’t bare to tear away.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?”

You don’t get it. For the past year, you’ve known him, there's only ever been amicable looks or gregarious smiles at a maximum, but in the deep pit of your stomach bubbles a new sensation that has finally festered enough to rise to the surface. You clench your legs in instinct, eyes fluttering back at him as you let each breath take a slow turn.

Intuitive as always, Wonwoo sees that shift in your eyes. It’s disturbing, daunting, and tempting all at once and he decides he can’t take it anymore.

With the break room wall behind you, he pushes you against it, claiming your lips and body until there is no way of escaping. His lips are soft against yours, but moves languidly and impatient, and the grip of his hands on your hips drains the energy out of your lower body. You attempt to chase his vigor, hands against your neck as you suppress your moans at how he kneads your flesh through your slacks only to press your thigh to his side.

“So I’m what’s wrong?” He asks in a low rasp against your lips.

You naturally hold him by the back of his neck, his nose nuzzling against yours. Wonwoo feels your lips part to speak, but he is in a daze by how soft they felt only seconds ago. “You are far from what’s wrong,” you finally answer.

Ridding of inhibitions and doubt, Wonwoo opens the storage closet behind you and shoves you in to lock you both inside. His hands run up your body needily, desperate to taste the skin underneath the shirt you’ve borrowed. You help him undress the same way he does to you, and your pristine pressed Van Hausens fall near your feet like rubble.

His lips then fall underneath your chin, trailing your neck, he refrains from leaving too much pressure but is almost swayed by your natural scent mixed in with his shampoo. He roughly plants you against a mostly empty shelf, the ice cold metal somehow burning your skin. He helps you tug off your slacks finding that sopping cunt that’s been dying to have him discover them since this morning.

“For me? Just for me?” He wastes no time shoving his hand down the frail fabric of your underwear and gliding his thick digits over your wet slit. “I don’t know if I can keep my hands to myself this time.”

Your voice reveals itself, saying his name in a way you wouldn’t dare let another person hear as long as you lived. He repeats the action, watching you crumble in front of him like award-winning cinema.

“I never heard you speak like that to me. I could get used to it.” He find your ear, his cat-like smile forming before his lips closes around your skin and his whispers cause the ripples of chills down your spine. “Say my name like that again for me, darling.”

You tremble under his touch, feeling his fingers dip into your heat enticingly. “Won…wooo…”

He lets out a soft and gentle moan, and the heat of his breath fans your pebbled skin. “Such a pretty little thing. I’ve dreamt how you’d be like this for me so often.”

“You…have?”

He presses a lingering kiss on your neck. “More than I can be proud of.” He curls his digits before taking light jerks, his thumb rubbing your arousal around the circumference of your clit. He drinks in your pretty pants, teeth grazing back at your skin. “You like me touching you? Aren’t I being such a good work husband?”

Your eyes screw shit, mouth etching open to give him a well-deserved praise, “So goo—“

“Where are my keys,” a voice breaks outside the door.

Wonwoo seizes his fingers from you and clamps them over your mouth, your arousal basically coating your lips and his eyes staring back at you intently.

“Where did they go anyway?”

Wonwoo shushes you with pursed lips. “Better be quiet.” His tone is stern but his actions say otherwise as his zipper comes down in a fraction of a second. “It’s in our best interest not to get caught, right?”

His name muffles under his palm, squeezing the life out of your cheeks as he exposes the bulging cock that’s been fighting away at him since he kissed you. Your eyes dart in their direction, beading perspiration across your forehead, and you feel yourself clench around nothing as his cock draws closer to your fluttering heat.

Your eyes double their size and then shrink to half the size once he’s inside you. His raw, long heat pushes into your core inch by inch, and you feel the necessary evil to bite down his palm. If Wonwoo was bothered by it, he doesn’t show it as he claims you with deep strokes, having your hands rest against his firm pectorals in reluctant trust. His low grunts can only be heard by you and the slight fog in his glasses is apparent the closer he thrust into you, even in the dim closet lighting,

Outside these walls still is a confused Mingyu, not foreseeing the event occurring behind a door mere feet away. “Maybe, they went somewhere else for lunch.”

You audibly squeak within the tight space and Wonwoo shushes you again, knocking back into with a curt but harsh slam before forcing your walls to hold his cock inside you like a natural plug. “You’re gonna get us in trouble, darling. I’m not done with you yet.” An accumulated thrill runs through your veins at the thought of being caught, taking every thrust with pressure and liquifying at the devious smile on your rumored boyfriend’s face. 

“No they’re not here,” the intruder says to a voice unheard from their distance. “…Coming!”

His footsteps noticeably scan the perimeter once last time before they retreated further and further away.

“Finally,” Wonwoo breathes out, “now I have you all to myself.” Although he states that, he doesn’t let go of your mouth, in fact, you swear his hand is getting tighter and now his face closer, finally processing the spearmint on his breath “We should still be careful. Can you be quiet for me?”

You quietly nodded, grasping at his body desperately, gesturing for him to keep going.

He scoffs. “My darling being impatient?” He pulls out almost his entire length before shoving back into you, earning a feeble tremble. “My. Cock. Making. You. Needy. Hm?”

You nod back at him, holding back your tears, nails digging into his shoulder blades.

“Eyes on me, darling. Your work husband is need of your attention while I fuck you senseless.”

Shallow breaths escape your nostrils, finally meeting his eyes, which seemed to have lost the thick barrier of his glasses somehow already set on the shelf behind him. “Would you like for me to cum in you?”

You gingerly nod.

“Will you listen to everything I say when I let go of your mouth?”

Like a glitch, you nod the same exact way.

“Such a good little darling.”

His cock fills you up as naturally as breathing does. While his lips are home against yours, tongue entangling to the point it becomes sex itself. Your hushed moans are music to his ears and bear motive as his cock plunges deeper and harder inside you. He doesn’t mind how you bit his lips, nor how your nails drag against his back, rather he revels in it, doubling over you to push his cock inside you deeper until you're unable to contain your screams and he’s forced to silence you again.

You whisper how you’re close and it’s a natural drug, encouraging him to only ram inside you and claim the sweet sound of your orgasm coating decadently around his cock. He handles it rather gentlemanly, fairly as his cock is next to ripple in climax, shooting his thick over churned honey until it fills your heat until the point of fully occupancy. His arms come around you in a firm grasp, bruising your lips until you’re imprinted with the memory of him. 

You let out light pants, awkwardly thanking his promptly done tasks before you’re whisked away again by his perfect, salvia-sheened lips. “That was very…superb.”

Strange adjective but it’s done the job, you think.

“I’m glad you think so,” he chuckles in a way that tells you things are far from over and you’re proven correct when he brings up your legs, thighs crushing his cheeks that splays the most impish smile. “But we still have 15 minutes of our lunch and a man’s gotta eat.”

Part of my 3K Follower StayCation!!!

[venomwrites]

I’d love to see a Caitvi fic that explores Vi’s trauma. Maybe her time in stillwater or the events of s2

Warnings: Season 2, Act 2 spoilers. Takes place pre-act 3. Mentions Stillwater trauma, panic attacks and injuries.

“I thought you might be here.”

The rasp of Caitlyn’s voice makes her insides twist, even though Vi clings desperately to the idea that it’s the least of what Caitlyn deserves. The Kiramman banners are hanging all around them like some sick joke. Vi knows she’s ripped these ones in particular down several times. She wants to do it again. 

She can’t stand seeing the Kiramman Crest dangling near Vander’s face. 

“Someone kept tearing down the banners here and setting them on fire,” Caitlyn continues. 

“Couldn’t take the hint then, can’t take it now,” Vi says, clinging to the dull ache of her anger to turn around. Caitlyn’s wrapped herself in a blanket to hide her face, “you forget your dictator cloak?”

Caitlyn immediately looks offended which is borderline funny, considering she looks more like a drowned rat than a dictator or even an Enforcer. She looks like a dumb Topsider. Like everything Vi wanted her to be these past months. Something in Vi curls in shame at the thought but she beats it back. This is how it is. 

“We need to get inside,” she says. 

“I’m good, thanks,” Vi retorts, turning back to the statute. 

She’d heard rumors of it when she was in Stillwater. People protected it, it was where you went after a long night so your friends could scrape you off the sidewalk. It was safe. If you found Vander, you were safe. The thought makes her throat burn as she tries to shove out the sound of that roar. 

She doesn’t even hear Caitlyn coming until her hand lands on her shoulder. 

When she twists to strike back Caitlyn’s other hand is there, easily blocking her. Anger ignites at the insulting ease of it. She doesn’t even fully think before she cracks her head into Caitlyn’s arrogant cheek. Whoever’s trained Caitlyn is good because she doesn’t reel back, she turns and twists and Vi has to sink to keep her feet on the ground. Her chest aches as it tears but she doesn’t give a shit. She’s had worse.

“Hey!” There’s a loud clap of a voice that makes them both freeze, “no fighting at Vander’s Statute!”

Caitlyn’s touch burns worse than her chest. Vi rips herself free and staggers back. The big hulking guy looks at her and his face contorts in confusion before it settles on a glare Vi would love to knock off. He folds his arms and waits to see what she’s going to do.

“Yeah we’re done,” Vi snarls.

“The rules—“

“I know the fucking rules! Fuck off!” 

“Melting bitch.”

Vi starts after him. Forget Caitlyn, forget the statute, it’s going to feel great to beat him until her knuckles split. And then beat the bag at home. Until she’s too exhausted to think straight and the ghosts can’t find her. It’ll be so fucking great. 

“Vi,” Caitlyn’s face swims in front of her like it always does when she’s about to make a good decision. 

“Move, fucking buzzkill,” she says, waiting for it to turn into someone else. 

Except Caitlyn doesn’t, she just clucks her tongue in a way that only actual Caitlyn manages to do. Vi realizes the guy is gone. It’s just her, Caitlyn and the stupid statute. There’s no fighting here but she can’t quite stop herself from jumping up, grabbing one of those stupid banners and yanking it down so it falls on top of Caitlyn’s stupid head. 

“That’s a great use of your time,” Caitlyn scolds, yanking the banner down, “you’re bleeding again.”

“Like I give a shit,” Vi snaps. 

“Well, I do,” Caitlyn says like it’s somehow easy to say that. Like that undoes the past months and all the shit that came before that.

“Well sucks to be you,” Vi snarls, “I’ve been down here for months. Wasn’t a problem for you then. So go back to the safe house or wherever you’re going and fuck off.”

Caitlyn doesn’t retort and Vi wishes she would. Vi knows how to fight. She’s good at fighting—at all of it. Including getting her ass kicked. She doesn’t want to be standing out here in the rain with Caitlyn and hear her sorry attempt at amends. She keeps staring at Vander’s statute and thinks abut his letter to Silco. About how things could have been so much different. 

Caitlyn is still there when she turns around. 

“Where’s the stupid safe house?”

She hates asking but her head is starting to swim. Caitlyn gives her a look and then turns. Thankfully not saying anything as she leads them down several alleyways. If it had been months ago Vi would have been mildly impressed. Now it just pisses her off. Caitlyn gets them indoors and discards her cloak as Vi tries to get her head to catch up with her feet. 

“You’re burning up,” Caitlyn mutters. 

“I’m fine,” Vi says, wishing her voice didn’t sound so breathless, “it’s just a cold—“ Caitlyn slaps her hand on the back of her forehead and fuck that feels good, “m’fine.”

Maybe if she’s agreeable Caitlyn will keep her perfect hand there. Just for a moment. But life’s not fair so it goes away leaving Vi reeling. A different hand presses against her chest and the ocean threatens to swallow her again. They’re going to hold her down, hold her against the chair—

“Vi,” Caitlyn’s face swims into view as the hand shifts to grip her shoulder, “we’re going to go to bed.”

“Don’t tempt me,” she says. 

Caitlyn rolls her eyes and Vi stays conscious just long enough to see the concern in them.

Next thing she knows, she wakes to the soft sound of sobbing. 

Vi pries an eye open to see Caitlyn sitting in the chair, face buried in her hands and shoulders shaking. She’s weeping in a way that feels like someone’s reached into Vi’s insides and knotted them. She tries to tell her to stop but her sandpaper mouth won’t let her form words. Just a thready sound that makes everything hurt worse.

“Vi?”

Well it’s fucking effective at least. 

Caitlyn ineffectively wipes her face and then one hand is under her neck and another is tipping water down her throat. She gently lays he head back and it makes that funny thing happen to Vi’s insides again. Caitlyn peers at her anxiously, which would be adorable if it wasn’t so fucking weird. Vi’s used to curling up in a dark hole when she’s sick, not having someone tipping water down her throat. 

The next time she opens her eyes she’s much clearer in the head. Caitlyn is by the table laying out things and jumps up when she sees Vi is awake. 

“That for me?”

“Yes, for your chest.”

Vi can’t stand the idea of laying down and makes her way over to where Caitlyn is standing.

Catilyn opens the bottle of antiseptic and it smells like safety. 

Caitlyn glances up at her and then immediately goes back to her chest. It stings like that shit always does but that’s a small price to pay. She barely hears Caitlyn mutter a swear with her still raspy throat, but it’s enough to make her glance down to see her eyes are full of tears. Again. 

“It’s not that bad,” Vi says, wishing she would stop, “this is nothing.”

Caitlyn drops the antiseptic like she’s been struck and gets up. 

“This is weird, even for you,” Vi says slowly, “Cupcake?” She tries. 

“I had to wave that bottle under your nose to get you to calm down,” Caitlyn says, “and I realized—“ she looks like she might be sick, “the infirmary was the only place that was safe for you.”

Vi’s mouth goes dry at the accusation and the truth. Caitlyn’s a crack shot and makes stupid choices and Vi’s been reminding herself how much she fucking sucks for the past few months. But Caitlyn figured out so much without even setting foot down here. She’s smart. In the same way Powder is, though Vi knows she’d get slapped by both of them for even thinking it. Smart in a way that Vi has never fully been able to comprehend. Though she’s got no problem comprehending how much she hates the look on Caitlyn’s face. 

“It’s in the past,” she says.

“Don’t—“

“Don’t what?” she demands, “talk about this with you? What do we have to say? You’re the one in charge here, you’ve got everything from Stillwater,” Caitlyn turns away. It’s a cold, awful feeling that Caitlyn probably now knows more about her time in Stillwater than even Vi does, “there’s nothing to talk about,” and because Caitlyn opens her mouth Vi throws in, “nothing to talk about with you.”

It’s not like it’s the first time she’s patched herself up. Sure as hell won’t be the last. But it’s easier to focus on this than Caitlyn’s beautiful, stupid face. It’s just the first wrap that’s the hardest. And the weird trouble she’s having focusing isn’t making it any easier. When hands touch the bandages she has to remember the smell of antiseptic to remind herself she’s safe. 

“Hold still,” Caitlyn says, “this will be faster if I do it.”

Vi wishes she wasn’t right. But she stands still as Caitlyn winds the bandages around her chest. She tries not to touch her but it’s bandages and skin. Every time her nails brush her, Vi feels pinpricks. Like getting tattooed all over again. She can’t even imagine what the state of her tattoo is. She starts when Caitlyn brings the bandages over her shoulder. 

“What are you—“

“They won’t stay otherwise,” she says and Vi wishes she didn’t have a point. 

Even though she’s angry, it doesn’t feel bad to have Caitlyn behind her wrapping her up. It feels so not-bad that she almost starts talking when she feels her pull away. It’s for the best, the farther Caitlyn is away the less it’ll hurt when this inevitably happens again. 

“Here,” Caitlyn appears in front of her with a handful of cloth.

“What’s this?”

“A shirt.”

“I’m good,” Vi says.

Even red eyed and snot nosed, Caitlyn manages to look prim and offended at her refusal. 

“You cannot walk around wearing bandages for a shirt.”

“No,” Vi says, clinging to the spark of anger Caitlyn is so fucking good at igniting in her chest “you can’t tell me what to do.”

“You’re being ridiculous. You cannot shoot down everything I say because I am the one saying it,” Caitlyn says hotly and Vi wishes she would shut off that brilliant brain of hers for five seconds and let her have the win, “just wear the stupid shirt!”

“Make me!”

“You sound like a child!” Caitlyn erupts and there’s something viciously triumphant about managing to piss her off finally. 

“Well you killed enough of them to know!” 

“And who helped me?!” 

The next thing Vi knows they’re both on the ground. She’s straddling Caitlyn with her stupid precious shirt balled in one fist and the other is buried into the wood next to Caitlyn’s eye. Of course there’s already drops of blood on Caitlyn’s cheek but Vi knows it’s her own. She can barely feel the burning of her chest wound anymore through the fire in her veins. 

“Do it!” Caitlyn barks.

Gods Vi wants to. Caitlyn wants her to. She deserves it, she fucking does. But that thing in Vi’s chest that sounds like Vander and his regrets is screaming. And she just—she fucking can’t. Angry horror paints Caitlyn’s face when she drops her shirt and suddenly Vi finds herself on her back, Caitlyn on top of her panting. She looks down at her limp hands and a strangled, frustrated noice that Vi’s never heard comes out. 

“Come on damn you! Do it!” 

Caitlyn’s desperation is more cutting than anything Vi could have imagined. In her mind, Caitlyn is always laughing and towering over her. Always just out of reach of any punch she might throw. And every fucking time she throws one and her fist hits air or someone else, she feels something sickeningly close to relief. No, relief is the word for it, it’s what she feels with her fist aching from the wood instead of Caitlyn’s soft skin. Caitlyn makes a wordless, wounded noise of disappointment and goes to shove off her. 

And Vi doesn’t let her. 

For a moment Caitlyn looks hopeful Vi’s going to hit her but then she realizes she’s just not going to let her go. Yeah Caitlyn’s got her fancy Noxian training but she has yet to learn the thing that saved Vi’s life more times than she’s proud to admit. Dead weight. Her ear rings when Caitlyn yells again and she has just enough in her to clap her hand over her mouth. 

“You’re going to get us both killed,” she mutters and that at least kind of shuts Caitlyn up. 

“Get off me,” Caitlyn spits. 

“Not until you calm down,” Vi snaps. Caitlyn bucks and tries to shift her off but it’s useless. Finally she stops struggling and just lays there panting, “there, was that so hard?”

“You’re unbelievable,” Caitlyn spits, pushing herself up. 

“I’m not the one who was just begging to get punched,” Vi counters. 

“How am I supposed to make this right if you won’t even punch me?” Caitlyn demands. 

“You’re asking me?” Vi demands incredulously. Caitlyn rolls her eyes and it might be the first funny thing Vi’s heard in a long time. She doesn’t fully mean to laugh but she can’t quite help herself at the idea of Caitlyn asking her for advice on making things right, “you might as well ask me for dinner party advice.” 

That gets at least a slight smile out of Caitlyn and for some reason, that makes her laugh harder. Vi knows it’s not that funny but it actually is. Tear-inducing funny, actually, if the wetness from her eyes is any indication. And the way she can’t quite catch her breath. 

“I mean, I couldn’t even make things right with Powder and that was like the one thing that kept me going,” she says, “Powder found me. After all that—can you believe it? Isn’t that just the funniest fucking—“ 

Actually it’s so funny she might be sick. 

She thought she was off the ocean. 

“Vi,” Caitlyn’s voice swims to her from somewhere far away. Her fingertips are more calloused now as they brush under her cheekbones. It’s a lifeline, though it’s probably going to cut her hands open. But she grabs it, feeling air back in her lungs as long as she follows the breathing she can feel, “that’s it, come on, another one.” The smell of the infirmary hits her nose, she’s safe. Right, she’s safe, “that’s it.”

When she’s aware again Caitlyn is crouched in front of her, one hand on her cheek and the other with the bottle of antiseptic shoved under her nose. Vi jerks back and Caitlyn lets her. Right, they’re in the safe house. And she’s managed to rip open her chest again. The red matches the hair she sees swimming in her gaze.

“What happened to my hair?” 

Caitlyn seems to sag with relief but bristles under her accusatory glare. 

“Did you—“

“No!” Caitlyn says, “you didn’t dye it properly. It washed out.”

“Shit,” is all she can think to say, “hey I ‘dyed it properly’, the stuff was just crap. Fucking bartering.”

“Why didn’t you wait until you had money to do it properly?”

The anger almost ignites but it’s a dull, angry spark instead of the inferno that’s comforted her. Of course Caitlyn would think she was changing her look because of some reason like that. Probably what everyone thought.

“Everyone was looking for a red headed Enforcer,” she says. Caitlyn stares at her, “did that not occur to you when you left me there?”

“No, God—“ Vi braces for more explanations and excuses. Maybe those will get the anger going and they can get back to rolling around on the floor, “I wasn’t thinking of anything,” Caitlyn looks queasy, “I was out of my mind.”

The anger’s not coming and the weariness is also back. It’s comfortable on the floor though, so she doesn’t try to move. Her fingers turn over the antiseptic bottle. It’s weird to think it’s the first time she’s ever held something that smells so comforting. It blows her mind to think how many bottles they probably went through. And even then wounds were underrated. 

“Not anymore.”

Shit, Vi realizes she must have said some of it aloud. She glances over at Caitlyn who is staring down at her hands. 

“What—“

“I ordered all prisoners to be treated promptly for everything,” she says and Vi can’t quite believe her ears, “I forbid anyone from using the bottom levels.”

The mention of them makes Vi’s breath catch. She focuses on the bottle, only the bottle and shoves those memories where they belong. She can usually keep herself out of the cell but she’s bad at keeping herself out of the hallway. And the jeering voices as she was dragged there over and over again. The idea of that corridor being silent is unfathomable. 

“You shut it down?” She says, not believing her ears, “why?”

“No-one belonged down there,” she says. Vi still finds it hard to wrap her head around what she’s saying, “Except Dr. Reveck.” 

The name makes Vi want to vomit. She doesn’t want to think about him or what he did to Vander. How Vander got from Vander to that—that thing. Because if she thinks about it, then she starts to feel like she’s going to cry. And she can’t fucking do that right now. 

“Good,” she says, scrubbing her face. She looks down at her chest, “can you—“

“Yes, yes of course.”

Caitlyn looks almost relieved at having something to do. Vi feels so spent, she knows she shouldn’t but she lets herself focus only on where Caitlyn’s hands brush her skin. Caitlyn’s too focused on what she’s doing anyway to notice. It feels—almost nice. Maybe she can just have this moment. Before she’s sure everything’s going to go to shit again. 

“Pass me the shirt,” she says finally. 

Caitlyn lets out a shaky breath and hands her the fabric. It was definitely cleaner however long ago that was, but it works. Of course it’s expensive, soft and feels nice against the skin. Vi wants to rally against it but it feels nice. And Caitlyn looks so fucking sad. So she just gives her a nod of thanks. 

“Let me see your throat.” 

Caitlyn’s head whips towards her. Vi rolls her eyes at the surprise on her face and motions when she opens her mouth. Caitlyn looks around as though struggling with the decision but ultimately relents. She walks over slowly and sits in font of her, reaching up and undoing the cravat band with a wince she thinks she hides. 

The bruises are spectacular, even by Vi’s standards. 

“Robo fingers did a number on you,” she says. Caitlyn shrugs as Vi gets up and over to the icebox. There’s little in there but there’s enough for her to toss some into a spare towel. She can see the objection on Caitlyn’s face.

“I’m—“

“It’ll make this all better,” she challenges.

Caitlyn goes red but takes the ice. Vi goes to the cabinets. 

“You’re going to use that a lot, aren’t you?” Caitlyn asks quietly. 

“Only when you’re being stupid,” Vi says. 

“I am—“

“I said being, not that you are,” she replies, “that’s what makes it so frustrating. Here.”

Caitlyn stares at the spoon of honey. Vi gives it a wiggle and Caitlyn huffs but takes it, putting the syrup into her mouth. Vi knows shit about taking care of people, but something feels not awful about Caitlyn sitting there with the spoon hanging out of her lips and the ice pack pressed to her neck. 

Despite everything she doesn’t want to see Caitlyn hurt. 

It’s an odd comfort but the truth of it seeps into her bones. Like a pulse. Like the thing Vander always used to say. Protect the family. Protect. For so long the only things Vi had to protect were herself and the hope that Powder was out there somewhere. Everything has gone upside down and then somehow back to that again and now to whatever this is. 

“The antiseptic thing was smart,” she says. She hears Caitlyn suck in a breath, “I don’t want to fight right now,” she looks around, “I’m—I’m going to Vander’s statue again.”

The air feels nice as she climbs up. It’s not raining anymore, just overcast. It’s almost nice. Vi hesitates for a moment and then realizes she’s waiting to hear if the door is going to open behind her. It’s so stupid. She shoves her hands into her pockets and glances around for landmarks before heading back out. Waiting was so stupid. 

Though not nearly as stupid as the relief she feels when she hears Caitlyn’s stumbling feet. 

“You still navigate this place like a Topsider.” 

“Shut up. It’s the blanket.” 

Vi can’t help the snort at the threadbare blanket Caitlyn’s using as a cloak. There’s a twitch of Caitlyn’s lips in response before she shakes her head and tightens the knot. It’d be safer for her to be back in the safe house. Or for Vi to be there with her. 

But they press on anyway and somehow, Vi thinks, the road ahead seems less daunting then it did a moment ago. 

The statute is harder to see in the daylight. But Vi forces herself to look. It’s hard to think that Vander is laying twisted somewhere far away. It makes this statute feel wrong somehow. And also right. Vi doesn’t understand if this is how she is supposed to remember him or should it be the beast below who recognized her. Who turned into that snarling, lava thing that roared and screamed and makes her head spin to think about it. 

The ripping sounds draws her attention. 

There would be something funny about this situation if it wasn’t so weird. Caitlyn doesn’t need to jump nearly as high to get the banner and rip it down. Vi watches as she yanks it down and balls it up. Now it looks like Vander is just tilting his head up, not looking at Caitlyn’s banner. 

“Thanks,” Vi says. Caitlyn nods, “they’re not as bad—“

“They’re horrible,” Caitlyn says, “I didn’t want them,” she elaborate, something mournful in her tone. 

“We’ll get them down,” Vi says. 

Caitlyn looks at her with surprise and Vi shrugs. Sure it might make more sense to keep lines drawn. But it’s one of the first things she’s said that she doesn’t want to immediately take back. Caitlyn opens her mouth and then closes it, nodding before Vi can prod an answer out of her. 

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t—“

Vi shuts up when she realizes it wasn’t her Caitlyn was talking to. She has no idea where Caitlyn got a candle from. Vi thinks for a moment that seeing fire near him is going to cripple her, but it doesn’t. It’s not the fire he died in. It’s like the fire he used to light their home. Or his pipe. No-one around here knows what happened except them. She watches as Caitlyn lights the candle and puts it near his feet, stepping back and lowering her head. 

Because Caitlyn met him. 

The realization brings her to the ground. All the shit that happened and the second Vi said she was there to protect her dad, Caitlyn was on board. When Caitlyn got those bruises she was protecting her dad. They met and somehow that means more to Vi than she can put into words. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—“

“No,” she cuts her off and tries to wipe her face away, “it’s nice. It’s—“ she doesn’t know how to say what she wants, “at least you got to meet him.”

“I’m so glad I did,” Caitlyn says and the sincerity in her voice unlocks something deep and yawning in her chest. 

“He wasn’t a monster.”

“I know,” Caitlyn assures her.

“They’re going to find him and think--“ she gasps, “Cait—“

“It’s alright,” Caitlyn’s voice is steady as she touches her face, “we’ll find him first.”

“But—“

“We’ll go back,” she says, “I’ll send out search parties and we’ll find him.”

“It’s too late—“ Vi starts, shaking her head. 

Something hardens across Caitlyn’s face and before Vi can stop her she shoves back her hood, sticks her fingers in her lip and lets out the loudest whistle Vi’s ever heard. Immediately two Enforcers are running at them and practically trip over themselves at the sight. 

“General Kiramman!” They both immediately salute. 

“We need immediate transportation topside,” she says, blocking Vi from them as she tries to scrape together something resembling control.

“Yes, General.”

“And assemble two garrisons for immediate dispatch,” she glances around, “and see these banners are removed from this square.”

There’s more Enforcers coming. Caitlyn can’t hide her forever. Vi looks up at Vander and his hope and the candle Caitlyn’s left. She finds her feet and steps besides Caitlyn. The confused look the Enforces give shouldn’t bug her nearly as much as it does. 

“General? What about her?”

“I’m with her,” Vi says.

Caitlyn stares at her for a moment and things seem to go soft and quiet. Again, Vi finds the words easier to say than she expects. They feel right. Even though she’s got snot coming out of her nose and Caitlyn is standing there making a blanket look like a fashion statement. Caitlyn ducks her head and then her eyes narrow. 

“What are you all staring at? You have your orders! Let’s move!”

So Vi lifts one foot and, with Caitlyn by her side, she moves. 

[olderthannetfic]

I do think the disclaimers from authors about NOT ENDORSING!!!! certain behaviors in fics is pretty funny, but I’ll admit I do it too. Oddly I only put warnings for abuse of the self, not the abuse of others. I write a fair bit of fic that “romanticizes” (or seems like it does) suicide/self harm/eating disorders to the point where it can almost be a tutorial of how to do it if I’m graphic enough. So in those I normally just add dead dove tags and put a disclaimer about how the trigger warning is no joke and you shouldn’t do the things that the characters do in the fic. It’s not like a Lifetime Movie end credits where the authors note is filled with hotlines and stuff, just a quick little note that, hey, yeah, if you’re considering this, don’t do it.

Oddly, I don’t think that behavior comes from fandom itself but rather from a completely different corner of the internet — when I struggled with the same stuff that I write about, it was pretty common for everyone’s bio to say that they “don’t promote” or they’re “not pro” and I guess old habits die hard. (Whether or not certain types of depression/SH/ana blogs etc really DONT promote or those words are just a please-don’t-ban-me card is a completely different discussion.)

It’s pretty ironic actually because when I’m on the other side of things (as the reader), reading about it is really cathartic in fic, but triggering (not in a fun way) in “real” books. Like there’s several books I had to DNF or shelf because it got to be too much, but oddly enough fic actually helps me a lot.

WOW that was all way heavier than I intended to get when I first started typing this ask! But yeah, that’s my own personal relationship to “I do not endorse” and I didn’t realize how odd it actually is until I started reading some of these other asks! I don’t think any type of “this is bad, actually” authors note is ever necessary honestly, but I also don’t think they’re that big of a deal — if a note from the writer about how they’re ~totally against the “bad” thing they’re writing about~ really takes you out of the fic that much, I don’t understand that either…it’d be one thing if they rambled on and on but even then I don’t think it’s that big of a deal 🤣 Annoying maybe but no one is required to read the AN.

My general threshold is “would a movie/podcast/real™️ book have a similar Viewer Discretion Adviced notice? If so, your A/N is likely fine and not virtual signal-ly or OTT at all.”

--

Heh. I think you're assuming a very different type of PSA from what other people are.

From what I've read, self-harm, suicide, and disordered eating are some of the topics that are a bit Monkey See, Monkey Do. Even support group discussions may increase the desire to cut, for example. It's still not 1:1, and we should be able to make art about serious topics, but a PSA doesn't feel totally absurd here. There are plenty of scientific studies showing measurable increases in people hurting themselves IRL after consuming certain material. Even if you did include a hotline, most people's objection is like "That number isn't valid for where I live", not "No one should ever do this".

I think if you polled people, you'd find that many of the PSA-haters are actually totally fine with "Hey, this fic contains serious depictions of mental illness. Make sure you're up for that today." and similar warnings.

But what people are actually talking about in 99% of "PSAs suck" discussions is rape fantasies.

Some clown writes a fic that is blatant fap material for people who like bodice ripper ravishment, and then they plaster it with "Rape Fantasies Bad" commentary that shows that they're judging themselves and their readers in a puritanical way that's a mega-buzzkill, completely out of keeping with the tone of the fic, and completely out of keeping with the actual scientific evidence.

Rape fantasies are commonplace and not a big deal, and to the extent that any depictions are demonstrably harmful, it's things like mainstream Hollywood movies reinforcing very standard cultural narratives, not somebody's sex pollen fic that's probably full of "It's so wrong, so why is it so hot???" anyway.

[loserscanwritetoo]

Starman

Chapter 4

“Wait, so you’re telling me Ghostboy was just sitting there, speaking to a candle?” Luke laughed loudly. Will couldn't see what was so funny.

“Not in a creepy way, I mean, he’s new here, and he does speak with an accent. Maybe he lost someone back home?”

“Not to be a buzzkill, but speculating isn’t gonna make it make more sense,” Leo sighed. “Will, you guys are kind of friends, talk to him if you’re so concerned.” Will was about to reply when he was distracted by the distinct sound of the car he had come to recognize as Nico’s, or maybe his mom’s. 

He looked up to see Hazel and Nico jump out of the car, laughing to themselves. Will found himself wishing he would laugh like that with him, and found himself longing for a friendship with the older boy. He watched Nico fish out another cigarette, and hated himself for finding it attractive when he lit it.

“All your smoking will kill you one day” Hazel told her brother, but he just rolled his eyes at her. Will had at least 50 arguments that would surely get him to quit if he really wanted, but this was not the time, nor place, for that. 

“Yo, Ghostboy!” He heard Luke yell. Will dramatically facepalmed.

"Ghostboy! I’m talking to you!” Nico looked around confused, but Luke was clearly speaking to him, “Talking to candles? Hanging out in graveyards? Coming to school pale as a ghost and smelling of ancient furniture? I’m starting to suspect you actually are a ghost!” Nico’s eyes flashed with anger, and Will felt his own heart rate starting to speed up. Luke clearly wanted a reaction, and Nico didn’t get that.

“That’s what you get off on? Teasing random guys in the yard, hoping maybe it will compensate for your tiny dick?” Nico replied with a grin.

“My dick is not small, thank you very much.” Luke boasted, louder than necessary. 

 “Are you hitting on me? Man, I’m sorry, but assholes really aren’t my type.” The raven haired boy quickly replied. Luke’s reaction was instant. He threw himself at Nico, who quickly stepped away, leading Luke to eat dirt. 

“I get that you feel like you have something to prove Luke, but I am really not in the mood for it. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. Leave me alone.” Nico walked off and Hazel just stood and watched in astonishment for a moment before laughing and following her brother. Will himself had to suppress a giggle. No one ever stood up to Luke, and honestly this was about time. 

Luke got up and wiped himself off, before muttering a quiet ‘faggot’ under his breath. Any joy Will had felt drained out of him at the comment. He reached out a hand to Will, but he didn’t take it. Instead he walked right into the school, ignoring his friends. He had always suspected that Luke had some homophobic traits, and had therefore never technically come out to him, but hearing him openly say a slur? That was different. He needed to think. Or maybe not to think. The music room it was.

He had been getting lost in the music for what felt like seconds, when his phone vibrated. It was a text from Leo.

Leo

dude

what the hell

luke needed us

Will

Did you not hear him?

Leo

we already know he sucks at roasting people

what's the problem

Will

He called Nico a faggot

Leo

no

legit no

luke can be a bit of an ass but hes not like homophobic

Will

Isn't he though?

Leo

Idk

what do u want me 2 do

Will

I don't think i can spend any more time with him

Leo

oh

well

okay

let me think

Will wasn’t the type of guy to skip class, but he didn’t feel like he had a choice today. He wouldn’t be able to face his friends, and what if he ran into Nico, and he hated him now? Will wasn’t sure what to do, so he just left the music room and exited the school. His brother Lee had called a few times, probably wanted to chat about whatever girl he was obsessed with this week, and usually Will wouldn't mind, but today? He was just not feeling up to it.

Will strolled the streets for hours, just walking and thinking, thinking and walking. He wasn't even listening to music. His mind wandered from the interaction in the park (should he have said anything? Done something differently?) to the topic of his own sexuality.

He had known he was bi since he even knew liking boys too was an option. He’d dated girls, and it was fun, but between relationships? Guys were just as interesting as girls. 

He’d never actually dated a guy. He had kissed a guy once, a huge mistake when he was 13 and confused, and that guy had just been right there. He hadn’t liked it, had pushed Will away and never spoken to him again. Will was lucky that the guy had never told anyone, he had been able to cowardly stay in the closet at school.

At home was a different deal. Back when his dad was still alive Will had told his parents, and luckily both were supportive. His dad went on a long dialogue about how he was queer too, but never labeled. Apparently he’d been with both guys and girls in the past, and based on Naomi’s reaction, this was something she’d known about, and honestly didn’t care about. He loved her, that was all that mattered. 

On Will’s 14th birthday his parents had gifted him a pride flag. He never hung it up, but he kept it stored away in the wooden box under his bed, along with other reminders of his father. 

They had always heard stories about families who lost fathers or brothers in the military, but no one was prepared for it to be him. He was kind, and caring. He never minded Naomi’s bipolar disorder, and he had always done what he could to help. Will knew that his mom never thought she deserved him, but Will disagreed. They were perfect for each other, bringing out each other's best sides. He took care of her through depressions and manias. She made his face light up in a way that almost burned. Will had often been compared to the sun, but he was just the moon, reflecting his fathers sunlight. 

That’s probably what had hurt the most when he had passed. Have you ever read about what would happen if the sun stopped shining? Everything would go cold, ecosystems would collapse, Human civilization would struggle to survive, and eventually earth would be inhabitable. That's what it felt like when he died.

The family had lost everything. Naomi had fallen into the deepest depths of depression, and Will had to become the adult in the house, taking care of all of his siblings, as well as his mother. 

Eventually he realized how exhausted he was. He had been walking aimlessly for hours, and he really needed to sit down and have something to eat and drink. The bell above the door rang as he walked into the nearest store. Somewhere from behind the register he heard a muffled ‘coming!’, and Will froze as he recognized the voice.

Nico di Angelo came to the register carrying a mountain of chips, which he dropped on the nearest empty-ish surface. He looked up to see a frozen Will, and his customer service smile didn’t falter.

“Hello, what can I do for you?” Will just stared, before gathering himself and managing to get out an answer.

“I- ehm, I’m sorry about Luke,” Nico raised an eyebrow and replied with an ‘okay’. “I should’ve said something”

“Yeah, you should’ve, but I don’t blame you. The dude looks like he could beat us both to a pulp without breaking a sweat.” Nico shyly smiled, and Will smiled right back at him.

“Speak for yourself, I’m super strong.” He playfully flexed his muscles and cringed at himself. Since when could he not flirt?

The boys broke out into a laughing fit, and their conversation continued for almost an hour before Will headed off, but not before giving Nico his number. When he got home he immediately checked his phone, finding a couple of texts from Leo, which he chose to ignore, and a text from an unknown number, obviously from Nico.

Nico

Ghostboy here!

It was nice seeing you

You aren’t as much of an ass as I assumed

Will

Yeah, yeah whatever

You’re cool too

Nico

I’ve been meaning to ask

You said you know everyone

Will

Yes!

It’s one of my hidden talents

Nico

What's Percy’s deal

Like, do you know if he’s single?

I was going to ask Hazel but it felt weird

Will’s heart sank. This was just his luck. He finds an amazing guy, who turns out to be queer, but he’s interested in someone else. Fuck. He was just going to have to repress his feelings as much as he could, and forget all about his silly little crush on the new italian guy.

[wherefancytakesme]

Salty Ask List

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?* /W/anDom! It just feels really heteronormative to me, and the art I’ve seen looks far too lovey-dovey for those two.

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?* /S/ylander. Wander and Sylvia are one of the very few male/female duos that are really close purely as friends. It should honestly stay that way, if not just to show how close you can be to your friends too. Also /S/keleton Dance. Wander is asexual af to me.

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? Nope, I only follow crew and art blogs. But I’ve defs blocked artists who were homophobic.

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?* /B/lack Eye. I just think of those two as they gayest of all 5 mains, so there’s no way I could possibly be comfortable imagining them together.

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?* I almost had Sylava ruined for me. Almost. Because of... uh... a certain someone I think we all remember.

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?* I started coming around to Tumblesquid. It counteracts with my headcanon, but I love the idea of Wander being subtly married to Jeff the whole time.

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?* I didn’t mind WOY nsfw before, but now all it ever is is Dominator or one of the female characters made to look sexier than they are. People who think Dominator’s hot should actually take a look at the series as a whole, dammit. It’s good.

Have you received anon hate? What about?* Nope! I don’t allow asks.

Most disliked character(s)? Why? Lil’ Bits maybe? She’s a little gimmicky for me as a villain. At least Awesome is fun to hate... Sort of, lol.

Most disliked arc? Why? The arc that got teased in The Robomechabotatron, but ONLY because we never got a 3rd season to develop it. Now it just looks like, “Haha jk we’ll never team up again, we learned nothing.”

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? The only I can think of are the sexy princesses from The Hot Shot. I think it’s funny that the staff wanted to joke about Disney princesses who are conventionally attractive and look nothing like their cartoony fathers.

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? I guess no one’s a big fan of Hater crushing on Dominator, but while it IS a little typical, I really loved watching Hater be a dork when we know that Dominator WILL NEVER LOVE HIM.

Unpopular opinion about XXX character? Dominator’s not that hot? Just because she has an hourglass figure doesn’t make her automatically attractive. That said though, I’m not usually into those types anyway. Goth OR femme fatale.

Unpopular opinion about your fandom? Are there any opinions on us at all? We’re so small, haha. Um, I guess that we’re more determined than some think. I bet Disney’s like, “Look, see? They’re quiet now, they forgot about #SaveWOY just like we thought”. Bitch nah.

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show? Um, the old dA beta comics? Um, I guess I don’t like beta Sylvia. Maybe everybody didn’t like what a buzzkill she was, but I also found her super ugly.

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change? I’D GIVE IT A THIRD SEASON, OF COURSE.

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen… Instead of only getting queer rep past with little jokes, I’d put in as much blatant rep as possible. WOY’s in space, there’s no such thing as human sexuality/gender standards.

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased? In denial, not really. Biased, it depends on the situation.

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom? That it’s getting smaller and smaller.

What is the purest ship in the fandom? Demurra and Drake! That’s canon, but still. They are so healthy and wholesome and defy all expectations!

What are your thoughts on crack ships? They’re usually pretty fun, purely for the sake of messing around with characters that would never interact.

Popular character you hate? Awesome. I just... wanna friggin’ curb stomp him whenever he’s onscreen. (But I do like watching him get wrecked.)

Unpopular character you love? Was there ever anyone unpopular? Frederick the worm faded into obscurity pretty quick I guess, but I still love thinking about him and Ryder teaming up and the latter working out his issues through the former.

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not? OF FUCKING COURSE I WOULD! Who the hell DOESN’T support SaveWOY?!

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX? Oh no, I ain’t touchin’ that one. All I want is to know the intended ending. THEN I will tell you what I might have wanted.

Most shippable character? Wander, dude. He’s the fandom’s shipping bicycle. But for me personally, I ship Peepers with most everybody. Everyone male at least.

Least shippable character? Brad. He’s eventually happily married, but the dude did not deserve anyone before then. And I mean, now that he IS married, he’s off the market anyway.

[jadedxrealityw]

-Meeting The Family- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

    ☼-🐍-☼

     Request: hi darling, how you doing? can i request a draco x reader where is draco going to her house on christmas break to meet her parents? maybe she has a younger brother who is quite jealous of her and draco together? just something very fluff and funny !! thank you, i love your work btw ❤️

     Kody: YESS. I’ve been waiting for something like this for the sole purpose that i’m going to make the reader a Weasley!

     Year: 7th

    House: Gryffindor

    Possible Triggers/Warnings: Fred and George being the best siblings, Molly being Molly, Draco being literally terrified of the Weasley’s, a little bit of the spice spice at the end. 

    ☼-🐍-☼

   “will you stop pacing? Your making me nervous” you grumble, watching as the platinum blond hair boy walked back and forth in your dorm room “Your nervous? Your not the one meeting your girlfriends whole bloody family today” he snaps at you. 

    he walks over to the edge of your bed and sits down, putting his face in his hands “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you” he sighs deeply. You crack a smile and walked over to stand in front of him and take his hands into yours “It’s alright, but i’ll be there so there’s nothing to worry about. They’ll love you”

   Draco scoffs, leaning his head against your stomach “They have every right to hate me, my father is a horrible person to them and they’ll think i’m just the same as him” he spoke. You had never seen him so worked up over anything before, except for maybe when you got injured by a werewolf in the woods. 

    you purse your lips before sitting comfortably on his lap “Draco. You are nothing like your father and you will show them that. So stop moping okay?” you watch his eyes for a moment as he nods his head “Okay darling. I won’t mope. I just hope your right about this”

   “I’m always right”

    ☼-🐍-☼

    today was the day, you had put on a blue, burnt orange, and brown striped sweater with blue jeans. The Weasley aesthetic really while Draco wore a emerald green sweater with black jeans (ik hawt). You stood in front of the burrow, holding his hand “Here we go” you spoke.

   you reach up to knock a couple times and the door swings open. It was Fred with a candy cane in his mouth. He looks at the both of you and nods once “Hey Y/n and Malfoy. I’m Fred by the way, not George. Just so you know” he sticks out his hand and Draco takes it. They shake hands. That’s a good start.

   he takes the candy cane out of his mouth and points behind him “Let’s head in shall we?” he says and you smile. As you both step in, you could hear everyone talking “Is Charlie here yet?” you turn and face your brother. Fred’s face drops and he shakes his head “He said he got busy with work.”

   you nod slowly, your expression dropping “Oh, okay” you shrug. “Y/n!” you hear a familiar shout and watch as Molly and Arthur come from around the corner. You let go of Draco’s hand and walk up to them. They both embrace you tightly. You pull away from them and walk back to Draco.

   you could tell how tense he was when he saw your parents. “Mum, Dad. This is Draco” you say and slowly brought him up to them. Draco cleared his throat before speaking “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. Thank you so much for inviting me” he spoke. So polite. 

   your mother smiled warmly at him as well as your father “Well, were glad you came. Seems like our girls like Slytherins” Molly let out a laugh. You raise a brow “What do you mean?” “Hey Draco” you both turn to the right and see Pansy Parkinson come out of the hallway. Oh right, Ginny’s girlfriend.

   Draco smiled kindly, she was his friend after all. “hey Pans” he replies. Pansy waves before disappearing into the living area. “Now, you two join your siblings in the living room while we finish dinner” Molly spoke and leant down to kiss your forehead before leaning with Arthur “I think that went well”

    Draco nods “Me too”

    ☼-🐍-☼

    “Percy, don’t be such a buzzkill and take the candy cane” George sat next to Percy, jabbing him in the side with the peppermint treat. Percy just rolled his eyes and continued to read the book we was holding. You chuckle as you sat on the sofa with Draco, his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

   It was certainly a full house tonight. Molly, Arthur, George, Luna, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Pansy, Bill, Fleur, Ron, Hermione, you, and Draco. You wondered where you would all eat considering your family table could barely fit the kids who already lived in the house. “Your family is much different than mine” Draco whispers to you.

   you turn your head to face him with a smile. “Yeah, we’re definitely stranger then other families” you laugh quietly, a grin forming on his face. “I like it. I’m so used to the quiet that i forgot that actual families talk and hang out with each other” he spoke, his eyes glossing over a bit as he looks at the tall christmas tree.

   you reach into his lap and grab his hand, bringing it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles. “I hope i don’t make you feel as alone anymore” you spoke with a small frown on your face. Draco shook his head and with the arm wrapped around your shoulders, he grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss.

   it was sweet and loving. To bad you had shit for brian brothers. “Hey hands off Malfoy! No snogging my sister while i’m here!” Ron shouts, causing you to pull away from the kiss. Hermione seemed annoyed with her boyfriend and pushes his shoulder “Y/n can do whatever Y/n want’s get over yourself Ron”

   George and Fred both choked back laughter then actually choked on candy canes. Idiots. Ron grumbled something and crossed his arms. What a child. After more talking you had the urge to go to the bathroom and laid your head in the crook of Draco’s neck “I’ll be right back. I have to use the bathroom. Okay?”

   Draco nods and places a hand on your thigh to squeeze it gently before unwrapping his limbs from yours “I’ll be back. Be nice. All of you” you gaze at all your brothers because Ginny at least knew how to be nice to Draco. You give a sharp glare to Ron before you leave the living room.

   Fred watches as you walk out of the room and like a pack of dogs, every single Weasley sibling crowded Draco. He thought he was going to be murdered on the spot as his grey eyes widened. Bill smiles lightly and holds out his hand to shake “Hi, i’m Bill. Anyway as you probably know were missing a Weasley tonight”

   Draco grabs his hand and shakes it “Charlie, right?” he says and all there heads nod. Oh this is so creepy. “Right. Well you see Y/n is really close to Charlie, but she hasn’t been able to see him for almost three years and such, so Fred told her he’s not coming, but we plan on surprising her when we open gifts”

   a small smile graces the Slytherins face- wait. “Why are you telling me this?” he questions and Percy speaks up surprisingly “Because you make our sister happy and considering you both are graduating next year, we figure your  going to be around more often and- so welcome to the family Malfoy”

   Draco was in complete shock as Percy spoke, considering he thought Percy hated him the most. Y/n was right. “Thank you. I also want to apologize for my fathers behaviour towards your family as well as mine in the past. It took me awhile to see you guys the way Y/n does”

   the twins shake their heads “Don’t worry about it. Your dad’s a real piece of work. Y/n tells us your mum’s nice enough though” they spoke in unison. Draco nods “yeah, she’s not judgemental” he reassures. “Anyway, we hope your having a nice night though. Right Ron?” Bill turns to face the younger Weasley.

   Ron looks at Bill and shakes his head, but Bill hits his shoulder “Yeah yeah whatever. We hope your having a blast” Ron then tore away from the group and went back to sitting with Hermione on the other sofa, mumbling something along the lines of ‘snogging his sister’ 

   a couple minutes later you came back into the living room and were pleasantly surprised to see Bill, George, and Fred chatting with Draco who seemed to be smiling brightly. What a sight. You lean against the doorway and watch as he interacted with your brothers. 

   you watch as they all went to sit on the floor so Percy, Ginny, Hermione, Luna, and Pansy could sit down and chat as well. Who would thought the Slytherin prince would get along so well with your family. “You guys seem to be having fun” you say as they turn to look at you. 

   you look to your left to see Ron sitting alone on the loveseat with a scowl on his face. You wave the group off before going to sit with your brother. He looks at you then the floor “Y/n” he spoke and you smiled lightly “Ron” you say in the same manner. “Why aren’t you sitting with the rest of them?”

   Ron scoffs under his breath “Why should i? Malfoy will never be friends” he comments and you reach up to lift his face, making him look at the group laughing and talking. “Look at Percy. He’s the most stuck up person i know and he is having a blast talking to Draco and Pansy. Why do you have a problem?”

   Ron sighs and pushes your hand away “Because your my sister. Yes, i know Ginny is to, but we’re the same age you and i. I can talk to you about anything, but ever since you and Draco got together. It hasn’t been you and i. It’s been you and him. What’s gonna happen when your married? I’ll never see you”

   you frown. You didn’t know Ron felt this way at all. It wasn’t as surprising though to be honest “Ron. Your my brother and i love you dearly. I’ll never forget about you or George, Fred, Percy, Ginny, Bill, and Charlie. Your my family. If your ever feeling alone. Just talk to me, okay?”

   your words seemed to cheer Ron up. He nods and looks over at the group once more “Let’s do this.” he said and stood up.

    ☼-🐍-☼

    after dinner the whole family including the lovers were in the living room again, passing out gifts. You watch as a square shaped box decorated with orange wrapping paper and a red bow floated from out a room and into each and every ones laps “oh wow, i wonder what these could be” 

    George spoke sarcastically before getting wacked on the head by Molly. You chuckle and look over at Draco who stared at aw in the christmas gift in his lap “Are you alright my boy?” Arthur spoke up. Draco looks up and nods eagerly “I’ve never gotten a real christmas gift before. My mother snuck me sweets and such, but never anything like this”

    Molly gave Draco a look of solace before smiling “Well, i hope you enjoy this one! Now kids open them up!” she shouts and you all start to rip open the wrapping paper and you saw a deep red sweater with your first initial on it. Every year. The Weasley kids slip on there sweaters “Thanks mum!”

   after slipping yours on, you look over at Draco who had a emerald green sweater in his hands with the letter ‘D’ on it. He looked excited as he takes off his quidditch sweater to put on Molly’s. “Do you like it Draco?” you spoke “i absolutely love it” he a wide smile spreads across his face.

    Luna got a baby blue sweater

   Hermione got a deep red one as well

   Fleur got a white sweater

   Pansy got a emerald green sweater as well as Draco.

   Pansy slipped hers on and nods smugly “i look awesome. I’m never taking it off. You’ll have to kill me first!” she exclaims as Ginny laughs beside her “She’s not joking either” Luna pulls the sweater over her head and wraps her arms around herself “So warm” she mumbles in her soft voice. 

   George smiles brightly and wraps his arms around her “Your so cute” he says before kissing the side of her face. Fleur looked down at the sweater on her and smiles warmly “I adore it” she spoke in her thick accent and Bill nods before grabbing her hand to kiss her knuckles.

   Molly clapped happily “I’m so glad you all like it. Now me and Arthur are going to get the christmas cookies from the kitchen. We’ll be right back out!” she announces before leaving the room. Everyone began to talk amongst each other and while you were distracted Draco snuck off into the kitchen.

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   “Um hello” he spoke up. Molly turns around and places the icing bag she was holding on the counter. “Ah Draco! Did you need something?” she asked, waving her hand for him to step closer. Draco walks over and immediately felt a cold shiver run up his spine. He was nervous.

   “I wanted to ask you both something?” he says, gulping. Arthur and Molly look at each other before smiling “Sure, go ahead” Arthur spoke. Draco takes a deep breath to calm his nerves “Me and Y/n have been dating for three years now and i know we only just turned 18, but i wanted to ask for your blessing to marry her when the time is right”

   Molly gasped loudly, before covering her mouth “Oh Draco! We would be more than happy to give you our blessing. She talks about you all the time and you had been nothing but kind to her and our family. I know you are much different then your father. you’ve learn to accept and adapt”

   Draco felt as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he smiles “Thank you so much. Uh- can i help ice those? If you’ll teach me how?” he laughs nervously and Molly nods.

    ☼-🐍-☼

   ten minutes later Draco came out holding a tray of cookies with your parents. You smile lightly at the sight. How cute. He places the tray down on the floor where the group sat and everyone began to much on cookies, except for Fred and George. Where had they gone off too? Draco takes a seat next to you.

   he hands you a cookie and you smile, taking a bite “You snuck away to ice cookies with my parents?” you ask, laughing a little. He nods with a smile and pecks your lips quickly, “Seemed fun” he replied nonchalantly. You roll your eyes and continue to eat your cookie in piece.

   after everyone ate one Molly shot up from the sofa and gasped “Godric! We forgot Y/n’s present outside!” she exclaims, causing everyone to look at her. You tilt your head “What present?” you ask. “We all pitched in and got you a present. It’s so big we have to show you outside” Arthur spoke.

   you were now thoroughly confused as everybody made there way to the front door and walking out. Draco grabs your hand and lifts you up from the ground. You both walk outside and see George and Fred on both sides of a tall present, wrapped in orange paper with your name written in red ink.

   you laugh nervously. What was going on? “Um- do i open it?” you ask and Ginny nods, pushing you forward “Go on! Open it!” she shouts. You watch as George and Fred walk away from the present and behind you. “we suggest to pull the red ribbon then step back” George points out.

   you chuckle with a confused expression before taking the end of the ribbon and tug it once. You hear a couple clicks and step back quickly as the box falls apart. A tall male with orange hair and a red sweater with a ‘C’ smiles at you. Charlie. You watch as he steps out the box and opens his arms.

   “Hello my little dragon” he smile brightly as you ran up and tackled him into a hug. He lifts you off the ground and spins you around as you cling onto him. After a couple seconds he lets go and eyes you up and down “You’ve gotten so tall! and your hair is different. I also hear you have a boyfriend” he teases.

   you smile widely and nod “Yeah. He’s hear. Um- Draco!” you turn around and call for your boyfriend who steps towards you, holding out his hand “I’m Draco Malfoy” he says politely as they both shake hands “I’m Charlie! I hope my little sister hasn’t annoyed you too much. She’s mental this one”

   you huff and wack your older brothers arm “Hey! Don’t scare him off!” you shout, making Charlie laugh. He shrugs his shoulders “I don’t think he’s going anywhere. Your in for the long hall Malfoy. Welcome to the Weasley’s!” he exclaims and Draco smiles as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

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   the party came to an end and everyone made there way to there perspective rooms. There was surprisingly enough room for everyone, to be fair your pretty sure that your father used a spell to add some extra rooms of some sort. You put on black and white flannel pants with a black crop top, as well as a dark grey jacket.

   Draco had on a black t-shirt and his boxers. You yawn as you began to fold up your sweater and place it in your trunk. You feel hands wrap around your waist and pull you close to his chest. “I had fun tonight” Draco mumbles against the skin of your shoulder since your jacket had slipped down your arms a bit. 

   you smile and lean your head back to look at him “You did? I’m happy. I’m also happy i got to see my brother” you spoke with a warm smile. Draco hums in response and slowly begins to pull the jacket off of your arms “I promised my mum no funny business while were here Draco”

   he smirks and begins to place sweet kisses on your neck “You may have promised that, but i didn’t darling” he rasps. You feel one of his hands run across the exposed skin of your stomach as his thumb traces the hem of your pants. “Why are you always horny?” you asked.

   “I don’t know? Have you seen yourself?” he chuckles as he spins you around to face him “Come on darling~” he coos and dips down to kiss your collar bone. “I-” “-Goodnight Y/n. Goodnight Draco!” you heard Charlie, Percy, and Fred shout. Oh those little shits.

   you flush in embarrassment and sputter out a goodnight back as Draco growls in frustration. “Cockblockers” he snarls, making you laugh. “Don’t worry, there going to do it to every couple in here. Didn’t expect Percy too though, just listen” you say and Draco keep quiet to listen.

   “Night Ginny. Night Pansy!” 

   “Go away were busy!” Ginny shouts

   “Sleep tight Fleur and Bill!”

   “You all are insufferable!” Bill yells making you snicker a bit

   “We don’t have to worry about Ron and Hermione. Ron has got like zero game” Fred speaks and they all laugh.

   “Hey i heard that!” Ron shrieks in offense.

   “Sleep well George! Sleep well Luna!”

   “You guys can’t pull this shit on me! Shove off!” George shouts and you hear a door slam.

   “Goodnight” Luna says. What a sweet girl

    ☼-🐍-☼

   Kody: I hope you enjoyed this one. I really liked writing it! Anyways peace.

[captainimprobable]

Here’s a very messy first draft of a fic I’m working on! There will be five parts, which I’ll post together on Ao3 once theyre all done.  This is the first part!

I’ll edit this for ao3 but I was too excited about it and wanted to post it here first before I did RIP

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There are many things Luz admits she doesn’t understand.  She can’t figure out how cars work, and she’s not so sure about long division.  But, she thinks, as she watches her girlfriend chop up vegetables in the fading light of the setting sun, some things she does understand.  

“How did you get so good at this?” Luz asks, stepping closer to peer over Amity’s shoulder.  Every cut is perfect, each individual piece almost exactly like the one before.  It makes sense.  It is so Amity.

“Don’t get excited,” Amity warns, tipping the vegetables into a pot of boiling water.  “This is all I know how to cook.  I had a chef growing up.”  She blushes brightly, and Luz grins.  Amity blushing has become one of her Top Five Favorite Things, right under Azura and above Hexside.  

Amity herself, of course, is above them all.

“Sorry,” Amity says sheepishly.  “I didn’t mean to sound spoiled or anything, it’s just- my parents don’t cook, and they don’t have time to-”

“Amity.  It’s fine.”  Luz laughs, and Amity’s blush intensifies.  Luz is about to say something about it when Eda bursts into the room with all the subtlety of a hurricane.  “Look what I foooound,” she sings, proudly presenting something extremely dusty and unidentifiable.  Luz and Amity raise their eyebrows in unison.  

“Uh, what is it?” Luz asks.

“It’s a human-” Eda pauses.  “Okay, I’ll admit, I have absolutely no idea what it is.  But it’s cool looking and I like it.” “Another human treasure? Lemme see!”

“Suit yourself,” Eda says, and hands it over.  

The thing is heavier than Luz expected, and she grunts as she puts it down quickly on the kitchen table.

“Dang, Owl Lady, you’ve got strong arms,” she says.  

“I work out,” Eda responds, flexing her muscles.

Amity and Luz look at each other, and then at Eda.  They blink.

“Fine,” Eda says.  “Buzzkills. I don’t work out. You caught me, congratulations.”  She stalks out of the kitchen, muttering something about “dumb kids and their dumb honesty”.

Luz snorts and turns her attention back to the thing on the counter.  “Let’s see what we’ve got here,” she says, and blows the dust off.  Once the cloud clears, the thing begins to take shape, and Luz squeals.  “A record player! With a record on it!  This is amazing! My mom has one of these back home!”

“Record player?” Amity says.  “What does it do?”

Luz grins, always happy to show off her human knowledge.  “I’ll show you,” she says, and sets the pin on the groove of the record.  It’s silent for a moment, but then a slow tune echoes through the room.  There are no words in the song, and Luz has no idea who wrote it, but she’s in awe.

“Wow,” Amity says, echoing Luz’s thoughts.  “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Luz agrees, completely entranced by the melody.  Once the song fades away and the next one starts, she gets an idea.  She regards Amity out of the corner of her eye, gathers her courage, and says “Amity Blight, may I have this dance?”

Surprise flashes across Amity’s face, but she recovers impressively quickly.

“I thought you’d never ask.”  

She reaches out her hand and Luz takes it, gently guiding Amity to the middle of the kitchen.  Amity hesitantly puts her arm around Luz’s waist, pulling her closer, as Luz puts a hand on Amity’s shoulder.  It feels familiar, and when they start swaying around the kitchen, Amity starts to laugh.

“What? What’s so funny? Did I do something?”

“No, no,” Amity says, tightening her hold around Luz’s waist.  “It’s just...this is so different from our first dance together.”

“Our first...oh, you mean Grom!”

Amity takes a step backwards, and Luz follows, trying not to trip over her own feet.  

“Yes I mean Grom!”

They dance in silence for a moment, moonlight shining through the window.  

“Hey,” Luz starts, not sure if she wants the answer to the question she’s about to ask. “Who did you wanna take to Grom, anyway?”

Amity stares blankly at her for a few seconds, and for a moment Luz is worried she said something out of turn.  But then she smiles softly, so softly that Luz’s heart does a funny thing in her chest, and she’s pretty sure that, for a second, she can’t breathe.

“It was you, Luz,” Amity says quietly.  “It was always you.”

Luz stops dancing.  She stops blinking.  She stops breathing.

“Uh, Luz?” Amity says, sounding worried.  “Are you okay?”

Luz blinks, comes back into herself, and says “YOU WERE GOING TO ASK ME TO GROM????”

“Yes? Why is that a surprise? You know I...like you.” Amity blushes again.  They’re still not used to saying these things out loud to each other.  It’s a process.  

This time, Luz blushes too.  “Yeah, but like..that long??? You’ve liked me since Grom???”

“Since before Grom, actually,” Amity admits, looking down at the floor.  “It’s...it’s been a long time.”

Luz’s grip on Amity’s shoulder slackens, then tightens again.”Wow,” she says, breathless.  “Me.  You’ve liked me for months.  You!!!”

Amity giggles.  “Me,” she agrees.  

Luz knows that the smile on her face is sappy, but she can’t help it.  She just likes Amity so much it’s overwhelming sometimes.  

They begin to sway again, and Luz feels like she’s in a trance.  She can’t believe that one person can make her feel this happy.  It’s like magic.

“So,” Amity says, cutting into Luz’s inner monologue, “When was it for you?”

“Huh?”

“When did you start to like me?”  

Amity manages, with what looks like supreme willpower, not to blush this time.  Luz does not manage the same.

“O-oh,” Luz says, thinking back to all the times she made a fool of herself in front of Amity before they’d started dating.  “I don’t know? I mean, I realized it that time you saved my life, but I think I’ve probably liked you for a lot longer than that. Maybe even before Grom.”

“Which time?”

“What?”

“Which time?  I save your life a lot,” Amity smirks.  Luz rolls her eyes.  “Okay, fair,” she says.  “But I mean that time at your parents’ presentation.  Right after you...when you called me “my Luz.”

“Oh, no, you heard that?” Amity looks extremely embarrassed as she leans forward and hides her face in Luz’s shoulder.  Luz tries not to smell her hair.  She fails.

“Of course I heard that!” She says when she’s done.  “You practically screamed it out loud to a room full of strangers!”

“I did, didn’t I? Wow, I was so obvious!”

Luz rubs the back of her neck sheepishly.  “I didn’t notice.”

“What??? How???” Amity asks, picking her head up to look Luz in the eye.  “I was a complete mess in front of you for months! What did you think was happening?”

Luz shrugs.  “I just thought you were cute, that’s all.  In hindsight, though, maybe I should’ve picked up some context clues.”

Amity snorts.  “It’s okay.  You being oblivious saved me a ton of embarrassment.  Until I kissed you on the cheek.  That..uh….that was not planned.”

Luz can’t stop the smile that takes over her face.  She remembers that day well.  She was so focused on finding Phillip’s diary entries and also not making a fool of herself in front of Amity, that she was taken completely by surprise when Amity kissed her.  She’s pretty sure she literally fell to the floor afterwards, overwhelmed with the fact that Amity had just kissed her and suddenly realizing that maybe, just maybe, her crush liked her too.  

“Well I’m glad you did,” she says gently, twirling Amity around once, twice, three times.  “I think it’s time for me to return the favor.”

“What do you-”

Before she can think about it long enough to stop herself, Luz leans in and kisses Amity on the cheek.  

The world freezes.  

Amity looks at her, and she looks at Amity, and Luz’s eyes are so wide, and Amity’s mouth is hanging slightly open, and suddenly Luz is completely, entirely unsure of herself.  Her confidence is gone, and suddenly she can hear the ghost of laughter and “Ew, why would anyone want her?” And she realizes she’s made a horrible mistake.  

“U-um sorry I-” She stutters, but can’t get a sentence out, until finally she manages “I’m gonna leave now.”

She backs up slowly until her back hits the door, and is about to turn the handle when Amity says “Luz, this is your house.”

“Drat,” Luz says, slapping a hand to her face.  “You’re right.”

Amity giggles, hand covering her mouth to stifle her laughter.  She’s bright red but so is Luz, and suddenly Luz is laughing too.

They laugh together for what seems like hours, until finally they manage to subdue themselves, tears in both their eyes.

“Hey,” Amity says softly, once the giggles have stopped.  “Come here.”

Luz complies, stepping around the table and over Ghost, who has an unidentifiable animal in her mouth.  When she finally reaches Amity, she finds herself pulled into a bone crushing hug.  Startled but pleased, she squeezes back, marvelling at the fact that she has the most perfect girl in the world in her arms.  

“Look,” Amity says, still wrapped up in the hug.  “I know we’re both new at this, and it’s kind of scary, but you don’t have to run away every time you kiss me on the cheek or something.  You have nothing to be afraid of, okay? You’re my girlfriend, and I’m not gonna stop liking you.”

Luz sniffles a little and squeezes harder.  “You don’t...you don’t think I’m too much?”

“Luz,” Amity says.  “I could never get enough of you.”  

They stand there like that, swaying slightly in the single stripe of moonlight that comes through the window.  When they part, it’s with a sigh, and a silent promise that they’ll come together again.  

“Thanks,” Luz says, eyes rimmed red.  “You’re a pretty awesome girlfriend.”

Amity smiles.  “I know.” 

Then she shrugs shyly.  “And if you ever want to kiss me again...I wouldn’t be opposed.”

“Noted,” Luz says weakly.  She thinks her knees might give out, actually.

When it’s time for Amity to go, Luz walks her to the door, like the gentleman she is.  “Goodnight,” she says, trying to ignore Hooty loudly digesting a mouse.  She doesn’t want to think about where his stomach even is.

“Goodnight,” Amity says.

They smile dumbly at each other, neither wanting to be the first one to leave.  But Amity needs to get home, and the night is moving quickly, so they reluctantly part ways.  Amity turns to wave at Luz when she reaches the end of the Owl House’s property, and Luz waves back, stars in her eyes and a breathless wonder at the fact that this girl, this amazing, brilliant, perfect girl, is hers.  

There are many things Luz doesn’t understand.  

But this, what she and Amity have, the bond she feels growing stronger and stronger every day they spend together; this she does understand.

She closes the door.  She doesn’t know what tomorrow will bring, but she knows that as long as she has Amity by her side, everything will be okay.

[fandom-imagines-stories]

The Great Outdoors

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 1275

Summary: In an attempt to relax and leave the stress of your jobs behind, you convince your boyfriend to come with you to a cabin in the Black Hills. 

Notes: Okay, I spent a weekend in the Black Hills and I couldn’t resist. Since the last two were really dark, I thought this little bit of Spencer fluff would be fun. Plus, writing steamy Spence is really fun. (Ha, get it?)

Warnings: A whole lot of *suggestive* material and a sprinkle (more like a bucket full) of fluff. 

More Spencer: HERE

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You held the two plane tickets up with a wicked grin on your face. You’d been waiting to surprise him all day, but he’d been filling out paperwork and you had to get the vacation days approved by Hotchner. His reaction wasn’t exactly what you’d expected. 

“South Dakota? Why would we go to South Dakota?” 

“I rented us a cabin up in the Black Hills. I already got Hotch to give us the vacation days, so don’t worry about that. I figured we could just get away for a while. Away from serial killers and D.C. and everything else. We can just be out in the woods and forget about everything but each other.” You draped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Spencer pushed back with a confused expression. 

“You want me to stay in a cabin for a whole weekend? Out in a forest?” 

“I’m not asking you to scale a mountain or anything Spence.” You laughed. “I just thought getting out into the great outdoors would be good for both of us.” Spencer just gave you an uncomfortable look. Morgan walked by with a stack of files he had to work on. 

“Why don’t you take Morgan?” Spencer blurted. He stopped walking, having no idea what he just got dragged into. “He likes mountains and camping and trees, right Morgan?” 

“Uhh, sure?” 

You put your hands on your hips. 

“Well I can’t have hot hot-tub sex with Morgan, now can I?” You snapped. Morgan smirked. 

“You can sure try, sweetheart.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you smacked his chest. He laughed and went back to his desk, eyeing the two of you with an amused smile. You turned back to your reluctant boyfriend. 

“Come on, Spence, please? I used to go up there all the time when I was a kid and I really need an escape right now.” You pouted your lips, imitating the puppy-dog look he was so good at. “Don’t make me go by myself.” You used the most powerful tool you had- guilt tripping. And it worked. 

“Okay, okay just stop doing the sad face with the eyes and the lips!” He surrendered. You squealed happily and threw your arms around him. You whispered in his ear. 

“I’ll make it worth your while, I promise, Dr. Reid.” Your voice was low and seductive and when you pulled away to finish up some last minute paperwork, his face was turning red. 

Spencer walked slowly to his desk, keeping a calm exterior when on the inside he was dying to grab you by the shoulders and kiss you in a way that would make even Morgan blush. Packing up his bag, he looked up to see his coworker shaking his head. 

“Man, that woman has got you eating out of the palm of her hand.” Morgan chuckled, making a whipping motion with his hands. 

“Very funny.” 

“I’m serious. If my girlfriend tried to drag my ass to a cold and dreary cabin, I would have made her work a little harder. Y/N barely even begged before you caved.” He teased. Reid knew exactly how to wipe that smirk off his face, even if it was a little out of character for him. 

“Don’t worry, Morgan.” He closed his bag and smiled. “This weekend, she’ll definitely be begging for something.” 

He walked away, leaving a flabbergasted Morgan gaping at his desk. You joined him at the elevator. 

“What was that about?” You snickered, lacing your fingers with his. While you hadn’t heard their conversation, the look on Derek’s face was a strange combination of proud and mortified.  Spencer just blew out a content breath and smirked. 

“Remind me to tell you at the cabin.” 

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Spencer’s enthusiasm could not be more forced as you unlocked the door of the cabin. He rushed inside to escape the frigid air, trying to keep his teeth from chattering. How you were still so warm and chipper, he had no idea. His little Los Vegas body was extremely uncomfortable with this environment but you seemed to be thriving in it. The freezing wind made your cheeks and nose a reddish pink color and your bright smile only grew as you explored the inside of the cabin. 

“This place is so great!” You gushed. “The kitchen is amazing, there’s a huge fireplace, and the hot tub is just outside.” 

“Do you have any idea how many germs are in that thing?” Spencer shuttered. You just rolled your eyes.

“Buzzkill.” You shed your giant coat and plopped down on the sofa, watching snow outside the window. It was beautiful- the snow covered trees to the endless hilly horizon- it all made you forget the horror of your job. Spencer saw the way your eyes sparkled and couldn’t help but feel guilty about being such a downer about all of this. 

He sat down beside you, draping his arm around your shoulders. You cuddled up beside him and he lifted your lips to his. When you pulled back, you were grinning. 

“What was that for?” 

“I haven’t actually said thank you for doing all of this.” He said. Your grin spread wider. 

“Is this a good time to say ‘I told you so’?” You bragged. Spencer rolled his eyes and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and slowly laying you back on the couch. You smirked against his lips and wiggled out of his grip. 

You backed away from the couch with a mischievous sparkle in your eyes. You motioned for him to follow you, slowly unbuttoning your blouse. 

“Where are you going?” Spencer gulped, his eyes following your fingers. You just giggled and took off down the stairs, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake. 

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You winced, feeling the hot water against the cold skin of your feet. Taking a few seconds to adjust, you sank down into the jet-stream water, feeling all of the tension still trapped under your skin melt away. You ran your fingers through your hair, letting thoughts of serial killers and gruesome deaths vanish from your mind. 

“That’s so unsanitary.” Spencer complained, appearing in front of you. He was still fully dressed, but he was shivering in the below-zero weather. 

“You know you won’t be so cold if you just get in.” You crept towards him, the bubbling water concealing your body but still leaving little to the imagination. Spencer shook his head. 

“Do you know how many germs are probably-”

“Spence, I made sure that there’s plenty of chlorine and that the water was switched out before we got here, okay?” You started with the puppy dog face again. 

“That’s not going to work this time.” He crossed his arms defiantly, but you could tell you were wearing him down. He just needed a little push. 

You stood up, the freeze breeze contrasting with the hot water dripping down your bare skin. Spencer’s eyes widened. 

“I told you that I would make this trip worth your while, Dr. Reid.” You untucked his shirt from his dress pants and lifted it over his head. You watched his eyes darken as his long fingers traced up your sides and over your arms to tangle themselves in your hair. The sound of his shoes hitting the deck was lost under the sound of the jets. 

Spencer stepped into the hot tub, pants and all, sinking down into the water with you. The trees created a perfect wall around you, the snow silencing the world’s noise. With you in his arms and your lips against his, maybe he could get used to being an outdoors guy.

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[isitbussinjanelle]

so im not sure if you do requests but if you do can you make a raya and the last dragon fic where raya is like at namaari's place and she gets her period and she gets all embarrased and namaari is just like its fine and super chill and raya isnt used to it

idk why but my heart longs for a cute fic like this

I don't know why I struggled so much with writing this because I didn't know how to set it up...But I still love the idea of Raya being all embarrassed and flustered with something like this. I hope you enjoy. :)

Understanding

Word count: 989

Warnings: None

Raya Tossed a hacky-sack up and down, it is gaining momentum every time it tapped against the sealing and darted back down to her.

“Can you not?” Namaari sighed as she shuffled papers in her hands, a pair of glasses resting on her nose.

“I will not ‘not’. I’m bored and you won’t do anything with me so this is what you get.” She threw the ball harder, making sure it made a thud against the ceiling.

“We can do something when I finish this work…” Namaari trailed off while reading something.

“So never?”

Namaari didn’t respond, instead skimming through a short paragraph.

“Sorry what was that?” She jerked her head at Raya

“You always work. You never have any fun. In fact, you’re like a fun-killer.” She tossed the ball again. Namaari gasped.

“I know you didn’t. ‘tons of fun.” She put down her papers on her lap.

“I did, and not you’re not. Buzzkill. Im gonna to start calling you princess buzz kill.”

“Shut up.” Namaari side eyed her.

“What was that princess buzzkill?”

“I said shut up,” Namaari chuckled as she took her foot and pushed Raya off of the bed with it She yelped as the rolled off the side, laughing on the ground, Namaari was too.

“Uh…Raya?”

“Hm?” Raya got up from the floor to see Namaari pointing to the spot where Raya was sitting. There was a patch of red. Blood.

Raya’s eyes widened as she looked down at herself to find a drop of blood making its way down her leg.

“Ohmygoshimonmyperiod.” She said in a hushed voice to herself, a blush of embarrassment creeping onto her cheeks.

“Yeah I think so,” Namaari chuckled, only because Raya looked adorable when she blushed, and seeing her horrified face was amusing to.

Although Namaari laughing only made Raya feel worse. She grabbed her bag from the floor which hopefully had pads or tampons in it, and walked hastily to the restroom, locking the door behind her.

Namaari giggled at her franticness still. She didn’t get why she was making a big whoop about it. It was just a period.

But to Raya it was more than that. Especially considering that her crush just witnessed her bleeding in that certain way, looking like a fool afterwards, all while laughing. Namaari didn’t mean any harm though.

She would never laugh at Raya for something like that.

~*~

“Ugh…” Raya groaned into her knees, curled up on the toilet on the verge of tears. That might have been the most embarrassing thing she has ever had to endure.

She had already changed underwear, thankfully there being an extra one in her bag, and put a tampon in. But she couldn’t go back out there. Namaari’s smiling face at her embarrassment replaying in her head.

She might just die in that restroom.

After a while, Namaari stopping scanning over her papers, realizing that Raya had been in there for a bit. She got a little worried. Then her thoughts traced back to her reaction of Raya getting her period and staining her bed. Of course, Namaari didn’t care about Raya’s period, or the bloodstain, because she understood what that kind of stuff was like.

But maybe Raya wasn’t that at ease about it.

“R-raya? You okay in there?” Namaari took to knuckled and knocked on the door. She heard a small sniffle.

“Yeah I'm good.”

“Hey I’m really, really sorry about laughing. I-I wasn’t laughing at you, I just that it was funny, how frantic you were and stuff.” Namaari explained. “It was kinda cute,” She said, but only to herself. Not aloud.

She noticed the handle jiggle. The door unlocked and flung open.

“Its okay.” Raya responded. “I know you would never laugh at me for something personal like that…just…I was super embarrassed…”

“But why? You know I'm a girl too, right?” Namaari joked.

“Duh. But still…you know…I didn’t want you to think I was gross or something…” Raya rubbed her arm.

“Why would I think that? Periods are normal. I would be an idiot to think that you wee gross for having one when I get one too.”

“Yeah I guess but…I'm so so sorry for staining your bed sheets too I-“

“Nope nope nope,” Namaari pulled Raya into a hug. It looked like she needed one. “no apologizing.”

“I just feel really bad...” She muffled, crying into her chest.

“Don’t. Please don’t feel bad. I’m not mad at you.” Namaari planted a very light kiss atop her head, hoping she didn’t feel it.

“Really?”

“Trust me, if I were really mad, I would fight you right here right now.” Namaari chuckled Raya did too.

“Like you’d win.” She answered, backing out of the hug and clearing her face f wetness. Namaari grinned back at her.

“Alright so…Are you okay physically? Like do you need pills for cramps or anything?” Namaari walking into the restroom and shuffled through boxes of medicine brands and bandages in the top cabinet.

“No I’m good. For now at least.”

“Awesome. Alright let’s head downstairs. We can hang out on the couch or do something else.” Namaari opened the door.

“What why?”

“Well I know you probably don’t wanna lay in your spot on the bed. I would let you take my spot but then where am I going to go?” Namaari chuckled.

“I could just lay on top of you…” Raya barely mumbled, loud enough for Namaari to ear, and for the tops of her ears and her whole face to go red.

“W-what did you say-“

“NOTHING- I -uh nothing I was just agreeing with you lets just head downstairs or whatever,” Raya breezed past her through the door.

Namaari stood there for a minute, analyzing what she thought and knew Raya said, not at all turned off by the idea of Raya on top of her…

“Yeah- yes um…Downstairs,” She nodded quickly before closing her room door and following Raya.

[sirrriusblack]

dialogue prompts

hi, here’s a list of prompts that vary very extremely in content but like also get kind of violent? and i have no explanation so,,, send a character (or a ship, or a collection of characters, you get the gist) and a number?

“you realise this is an extremely, terribly, beyond description shitty idea, right?”

“how am i? how am i? i’ll tell you how i am! about a bee’s dick away from punching your stupid twat face!”

“hey, so, don’t get me wrong, still wanna kill you, but i also need you to come over. why? well... i need uh... toilet paper.”

“what’s the end goal here, *character*? because right now, all i can see is your ass being hauled to prison and while that would be great for me, i’m pretty sure that’s not your ideal outcome.”

“no! i don’t think you realise that you really fucked up this time. like, a lot.”

“i am done with being your punching bag, *character*. now get out of my way before i do it myself.”

“did you pick them up from school? good, and they’re safe? okay. hey, *character*? thank you. really.”

“i’m not kidding. it’s not a trap, or a ploy, i just... i really need your help, okay?”

“don’t say that name. just don’t.”

“i think that you, my dear, need a stern talking to.” “i mean i wasn’t expecting to be seduced today but i’m all for it!” “oh for god’s sake!”

“be quiet. be really, really quiet.”

“i don’t see a way out of this, okay? this... killing you is my only option. i don’t have a choice.”

“put the knife down.” “but i’m having fun!”

“don’t you think we’d make a great team, you and i?” “no. no, i really do not.”

“i am so tired, ugh.” “what did you even do today?” “evaded two murder attempts and succeeded in shaking off the cops in a high speed car chase downtown.” “you’re kidding, right?” “...uh...yes?”

“what’s for breakfast?” “homophobia, apparently.”

“i think you are the most arrogant, stupid, ignorant, ass rat face bitch in all of this disgusting fucking world.” “can i kiss you?” “oh—um—yes? yeah.”

“i can’t stand when you look at me like that!” “like what?!” “like you love me!” “i do!”

“don’t fucking touch me, oh my god!”

“what do you think is out there?” “stars. space rocks. maybe some dead astronauts.” “fucking hell you’re such a buzzkill.”

“is that my sweater?” “no, uh, funny story, i actually... stole it. off an old man. who had fallen in a gutter. i didn’t even help him up. i’m so cool and masculine, y’know. as if i would—pfft—wear your sweater.” “oh, stop it. just make sure it’s clean by the weekend.”

“you’re going out?” “yes i’m cheating on you.” “oh, are they taller than me?” “yes.” “well then, i really can’t blame you.” “they’re also a much better cook. how do you manage to screw up toast?” “get out. i love you” “love you too.”

[thran-duils]

I Crave Annihilation (P.3)

Title: I Crave Annihilation (Part Three) Summary:  Fem!Reader x Mafia!Dark Tony Stark. Tony works for the reader’s very influential politician father moving guns and drugs. She starts flirting with him and he is returning the vibes. She moves into her own place out of her parent’s house and texts him to come save her from a house party. Smut ensues. Words: 3,069 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, HUGE age difference, angst, violence, infidelity, possessive behavior

Part Two || Part Four || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

“He’s here,” your mother whispered in your ear as you rinsed the dishes from the counter.

You had gone immediately into the house instead of into the back yard, Gabriel following you inside. He had held out the food he had brought to her and she thanked him. The two of you got under her skin when you two got together at these things but she loved him deeply. He was one of your best friends still. He had walked off towards the liquor cabinet when your mum approached to whisper to you.

“I know,” you told her, not taking your eyes off the dishes.

“Have you seen him?”

“No. I came straight in here. Jackson went out there though. I’m sure Steve will be all too ready to point out to Tony who he is.”

Your mother looked at you worriedly, “Has Steve been bothering you?”

“No. I just know he’s keeping tabs.”

“’Keeping tabs’…” she muttered, shaking her head. “You cannot let him get back underneath your skin.”

“Mum, he’s always been under my skin. I feel I’ve just been trying to fill a void.” You noticed the way she was looking at you and you shrugged, “It’s why I don’t want to go out there. Because I’ll see him… And…”

She shook her head and said crossly, “I told you… I warned you.”

“Are you really going to blame me for feeling this way? You still ended up with dad.” She faltered and you said, “No, I put that together a long while ago. Dad is twelve years older than you!”

“That’s different.”

You reached forward and turned the water off, to stand up and face her fully. “That’s different? Then why did you bring it up that night when you found us?”

“He’s almost twenty years older than you!”

“And?”

“Don’t you love Jackson?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then why would you even entertain the idea?” she sounded exasperated.

“You and dad are more similar to me and him than you are giving me credit for.”

Your mum snapped, “No, I know that. You just have a chance with Jackson.”

“You seem perfectly fine,” you hissed back at her.

“Money softens the blow, Y/N. It doesn’t solve everything.”

“I’m sorry for you that you’ve been miserable for so long.”

“I’m not miserable.”

“You are sure sounding like it!”

“I just… Jackson is good. Jackson treats you like an equal! Yes, I’m happy with your father but I wish he would also treat me like I was his partner rather than just his wife. Jackson gives you that. Tony wouldn’t!”

You paused before asking, “Is that why you were gone all the time?”

“What?” she asked, giving you a shocked look.

“You were always gone. It was always just me and dad. Or me and the nanny.” She opened her mouth to say something but apparently she could not think of anything and she closed it again. You sighed, “It was always me and dad… you were always gone. On some trip. Just at a spa retreat. I never had you around until suddenly in my teens when you realized I had blossomed.”

“Because I had to protect you.” She sounded so self-righteous.

“And you did for years. From the sidelines. Since I was what, 14?” You straightened up seeing Gabriel was coming back from the other room and said quickly and quietly, “I’m going to steer clear of him as much as I can, mum. If that’s what you’re worried about. I do love Jackson.”

Gabriel said, “Mom, I found your favorite rum! Should we make daiquiris?”

Donning a perfect mask and pulling away from you, your mum said, “That sounds lovely, Gabriel.”

With a wink, Gabriel said, “That’s what I always try to be for you. You’re my favorite.”

“Suck up,” your mother teased, shooting another glance at you before walking away and following him to the blender. “There are strawberries in the fridge, love.”

<><><>

“Well, she’s here,” Steve said, before taking a long drag of his cigarette. “At least somewhere because Jacksons here.” He pointed in the general direction quick. Tony looked Jackson over and simpered. Steve smirked in return and said, “Yeah, that’s the competition.”

“He makes her happy though according to you which is pretty big competition,” Tony replied, bringing his own cigarette up to his lips and taking a long drag.

The two of them shut up as Bucky and Sam came back to the table. Bucky had been in prison with Tony as well as Thor and he had not had to confide to them about the relationship because Steve had been on the outside keeping an eye on Y/N for him. They fell back into conversation sans her for a while.

Then Y/N walked out with another guy. He drank her in slowly. She had aged, obviously. But she was still as gorgeous as ever. His eyes ran up her body, trailing over her short, high waisted shorts. He saw she was looking at him and she quickly looked away, turning her attention to the guy at her side again. Tony cocked his head, recognition coming on.

“Is that…” he said to Steve under his breath. Steve looked at Tony for an explanation and Tony said, “That guy from that bar. That one time.”

“Yep. Gabriel. They’ve been friends since college. You think Jackson is gonna be the problem to get her alone? No, it’s going to be Gabriel.” He stopped for a moment before chuckling and saying louder so Bucky and Sam could hear to not arouse suspicion about their whispering, “And Rebecca is already on them.”

“How do you mean?” Tony asked, watching Rebecca stop on a dime and turn back to stare them whispering between each other.

“They always get into trouble,” Steve explained. “One year, she asked Y/N to help her with the food and she was already too drunk to do it and she paid one of her friend’s to do it because her and Gabriel had already been day drinking. They took Molly another year. Gabriel fell off the table he was dancing on and rolled his ankle. Last year… they took some shrooms and disappeared for hours and Rebecca found them in the far back lying amongst the rocks, still high off their asses watching the stars.” He snorted seeing her point at the two of them threateningly. “Yet, she coddles the shit out of him and loves him to death. Look at them and their matching daiquiris.”

<><><>

He had sunglasses on but the way his head was pointed, you knew he was looking at you. Fuck. He had an undercut now, nice glasses, and his shirt unbuttoned, leaning back in the chair without a care. You made sure you did not linger too long on him before turning your eyes away. But you knew it had already been a couple seconds too long no matter how long it was because as soon as he had you in his sights, and he knew he had you, that was endgame.

Gabriel was there and tugged on your arm. He pulled you towards the covered area with the grills where your dad and Thor were cooking. He looked in his element, fresh out of prison and enjoying doing this again.

“I got some…” Gabriel caught your attention again. He gestured snorting and your eyebrows rose in response and he grinned. “When do you wanna?”

“I don’t know if we should though….” you said trailing off, shooting a quick look and finding Tony still watching you. You should be on your toes tonight… but maybe it would make it that much easier to just brush it off if something did happen…

“What? Come on! This is the perfect time! There’s a lot of people around and it’s not like—”

“What are you two whispering about?” your mum asked, startling the two of you. She saw you two jump too before looking at her and she leveled the two of you with a threatening glare. She was carrying a plate of cut vegetables in one hand, her drink in the other, obviously about to go put them out on one of the tables.

“Nothing, mum,” you and Gabriel said in unison.

“What?” you asked innocently when she was still silent after a couple moments.

“I don’t trust either of you. Not after last year.”

Right. The shrooms. And she had found the two of you lying between two of the rocks in the back part of the garden, giggling, half naked.

“I sincerely apologize for that. Still. Can I send you a third bouquet of orchids?” Gabriel said, giving her a curt bow, smiling sheepishly. He held up his drink at her in surrender.

Your mum’s mouth twitched ever so slightly, holding back a smile. She adored Gabriel but she did mean business. She did not want to babysit again this year. Her finger left her glass and she pointed between the two of you and said, “No funny business this year. Especially you, Y/N. Keep your head on straight.”

You held back a scowl at the comment. Gabriel looked confused for a moment and you said as she walked off, “She’s right. I should just stick to drinks.”

“Bitch, I—”

“I’ll do it with you next weekend, Promise! We should give her a break for one year.”

Gabriel groaned and took a long drink of his daiquiri. “Fine! I’ll go ask Jackson to share his bud. Buzzkill! Both of you!”

<><><>

In your old bedroom that you and Jackson were going to sleep in, you tore your shirt off and your swim suit top, tossing them carelessly on the bed. It was getting cold outside and you were ready to change into your pajamas and a sweatshirt. You heard the door open and close behind you as you reached for your pajama top. Without turning around, you said, “I thought you guys were going to stay in the hot tub for a little bit longer.”

“Your hair is different.”

Whipping around, holding your shirt up against your bare chest, you found Tony standing there, hands in his pockets. He was blocking your way to the door, looking confident as ever. Prison had only given him time to work out, as you could plainly see from his open shirt, and apparently had done nothing for his domineering personality. He was still bold as ever, showing up here in your room knowing you were changing when your husband was outside.

“Tony!” you hissed, mortified. “Get out!”

He smirked at your attempt to shield your nudeness from him. “I haven’t seen it in a very long time, but still, is there really any reason to be modest around me? I mean, I’ve been in every hole—”

“Shut up!” you told him furiously – embarrassed, really –, turning away from him, and throwing your shirt over your head. You heard him move and you turned back around quickly finding him closing the space between the two of you and you stood your ground. “You shouldn’t be in here!”

He cocked his head, his face scrunched in vexation. “So, you’ve only been teasing me all night?”

“’Teasing’? What are you going on about?” you said, trying to play dumb.

“Sweet pea, your sneaky glances and putting yourself in my line of sight did not go unnoticed. You’re not subtle, not to me. We played that game for years if you care to recall. Almost three to be exact. The only thing I regret is not going in for you sooner so we would’ve had more time together in the sack. I had a plethora of memories to dive into while I was incarcerated but shit, I would’ve enjoyed more.” He stepped closer and this time you did take a step back and you did not miss his fleeting amusement. He leaned in closer and said, “I know your games and your little tantalizing behaviors.”

The drunker you had gotten throughout the night, the more you found yourself slipping into your old ways. He was correct about that history between the two of you. That first night you had seen him when you were in the pool and since then, you had always tried to be in his sights and it had paid off for you. Tonight, you had found yourself drawn back, adjusting your swimsuit where you knew he could see and sitting in the chairs where he could keep his eye on you. It had been a conscious decision. You hated yourself for it, how much you craved him and his attention still. You were stuck between the life you currently were leading and being dragged back into your relationship with him. Stealing those glances to see if he was looking had only fueled the fire more because he had been watching you like a hawk. Every time you had looked his way, especially when it had gotten dark and his glasses had come off, you caught him always watching your movement. He had looked hungry, just like he looked now.

What your mother said came back to you then, remembering how Jackson treated you versus how she believed – and you knew deep down – Tony would. You hated you wanted Tony so badly and simultaneously craved the partnership you had with Jackson.

“I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea, but Tony, I’m married now,” you said, mustering more calm in your tone than you actually felt.

Tony looked tickled by that response and you gritted your teeth, knowing he was going to brush you off. And he did. “Yeah, I’m happy he was keeping you well and safe for me. You look amazing. I am beyond impressed.” He raised his hand, his hand ghosting down your side to grip at your waist. You tried to flinch away, but his other hand shot up and held you on your other side, preventing you from moving back. His thumbs caressed as he told you, “But you’re still mine, don’t act like you’ve forgotten.”

“You can’t just order me to divorce my husband!” you told him defensively.

“Who said anything about divorce so soon?” Tony chuckled. It was foreboding the way he said ‘so soon’. It was all too clear where he wanted this to go. “I was just starting out with the courteous approach of inserting myself into the situation. Letting it play out.”

God, you hated his ego but fuck if you were not responding in like. Still, you fought against it and tried to hide it. “’Courteous’. Cute, Tony.” You leaned in and said, “If you want tits and pussy, you can go on the Boulevard. It’s about twenty minutes away.”

You pushed his hands down away from you and started to turn away, to reach for your sweatshirt. But his grasp was tight on your arm, yanking you back roughly. You gasped as your noses brushed, before he let you go back a couple inches. You smelled the bourbon on his breath, something you used to relish in.

“I’m not fucking around, Y/N. You’re coming back to me,” he growled. He pulled away even more and looked at you disappointed. He shook his head slightly and said, “You didn’t even come visit.”

That cut deep, unexpected by you. He actually looked hurt.

“I couldn’t! You know I couldn’t leave the state without—”

His demeanor changed in the blink of an eye, again.

“No, this is where you zip it. Okay? The adult is talking,” Tony snapped, his fingers digging into your arm. He melted you right back down to the naïve girl you had been. “You’ve had your fun. Seven years of it actually while I was rotting away in a cell. I’m glad you got to make house and have good dick. And by glad, I mean I am monumentally fucking pissed off.” The words spit like venom. “I had to sit there day after day thinking about how you just threw it away, so easily. I was so disappointed in you, precious. How you could just leave me there like that, after all I did for you?”

Pitifully, you started, “Tony, you’re scaring—”

“Oh, don’t use that as an excuse! Don’t play victim! It’s not cute, Y/N. Stop wasting both our time. You know you want it as bad as I do. I get you feel guilty about your little husband but he was just a placeholder until I got back.” His eyes flashed and his hand left your arm, wrapping around your waist to hold you close. His eyes ran over your face and he leaned like he was going to kiss you and you blinked, watching him closely. He stopped himself at the last second though, running his tongue along his lips. His hand slipped down to your ass, cupping. “I want you around me so badly. So badly. I’ve dreamt about that cunt for years.” Your heart picked up pace. “I’ve dreamt about having you for so long, precious. Don’t deny me this. Not after everything I went through. Especially without you there for comfort.”

You were quiet, your lips parted in surprise, staring at him. His fingers flexed on your back after a few moments at your silence. His tone was firm when he told you, “You’re getting in that Uber with me. You understand me?”

An Uber? He was going to make you leave here?

“We can’t just leave. My mum—”

“Yeah, your mom is passed out. Or should be soon.”

“What? I--”

“She likes her daiquiris way too much and opioids.” Tony snorted and added with a laugh, “Giving you shit for having sex and she can’t even stay sober.” He got closer  again and said, “And your husband is way too high, he’s gonna pass out soon. I’m sure we can make a story up between now and whenever his ass wakes up. I have a lot of time to make up for, so the longer you stand in front of me like a fish gaping at me, the more time you wasted. I’m already ordering the ride as soon as I can take my hands off you.” He squeezed his hand once more on your ass before telling you, “What you craved in us you won’t find in him. If you did, you wouldn’t still be standing here.”

~~~

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[sinnergetreadymp3]

CHAMERON FIC CHAMERON FIC CHAMERON FIC

Uhhhhh I feel like I should give this a title but I have no idea what to call so uh, nevermind !!

Anyways,I finally finished the fic I said I was writing like,a month ago lol. All my Chameron stans out there this one's for u,I rlly hope at least one person enjoys this,I rlly enjoyed writing it !! Ok sappy stuff outta the way,here it is:

As rain pounded against the window Charlie sent what was probably the thousandth crumpled ball of paper across the room.

"Jesus Charlie,is your arm not getting tired?"

Charlie smirked at that, clearly preparing to make a dirty minded joke,but a thoroughly exhausted Richard Cameron was already one step ahead.

"You know what,forget I asked, you're gross."

Getting up from the seat at his desk and ignoring an indignant retort from Charlie, Cameron thought of the rest of his friends,out for the weekend. Todd and Neil celebrating their one year anniversary, Meeks and Pitts embarking on a two day road trip,for what they still claimed to be, entirely platonic reasons (although the rest of the poets were all too aware of the almost palpable romantic tension between them). Even Knox had found something to do with himself on this miserable Friday night.

And here Cameron was,stuck in his dorm with nothing but stacks of extra homework and his obnoxious roommate to keep him company.

Speaking of that obnoxious roommate, "Oh come on Cam,you're not seriously going to bed already,it's barely eight!"

"Shut up Dalton,I'm tired."

Refusing to admit defeat, Charlie sprung from his own bed into Cameron's, attempting to wrestle the poor boy from his comfortable position.

"Charlie,get off you psycho!" Cameron managed to get out, already laughter threatening to give away just how welcome his friend's childish antics were.

After a few more minutes of "fooling around" as Charlie insisted on calling it (mostly because of how profusely it made Cameron blush),the two boys lay breathless beside each other,trying desperately to think of something else to do that would ward off impending boredom.

After a few moments of comfortable silence,Charlie suggested,looking expectantly towards the ginger, "Wanna go to the cave?"

With extreme,mind numbing boredom as motivation, it was inevitable that Cameron would say yes. It certainly helped that Charlie was gazing at him with those oh-so convincing doe eyes of his. Charlie Dalton and his stupid,gorgeous eyes. And his stupid,gorgeous smile,which Cameron was abso definitely not thinking about as he got up and grabbed his coat.

The two boys trudged through the woods,bickering lightly when Cameron complained of the cold that Charlie apparently couldnt feel at all,but always with an unusually friendly air between them. Before long they were sat together in the middle of the cave,sharing an apple that Cameron had managed to salvage from somewhere (a feat Dalton was of course impressed by),and trading stories of girls and parties galore. In Cameron's case, the stories of girls were few and the parties were from years long before even middle school,so Charlie did most of the talking.

After a while though,the boys came to discussing their friends,and the luck they all seemed to have in finding each other so easily. Charlie, ever the romantic,made no waste of his extensive vocabulary,tediously lamenting on all the opportunities of love he had missed and the everlasting loneliness he was doomed to,all because his dashing knight in shining armour would never come to find him and-

"Why dont *you* just find somebody?"

Charlie,still sprawled dramatically over a rock ,and mildly offended at the interruption,indignantly questioned "What do you mean?"

"What I said? You dont just have to wait around for somebody to come find you and fall madly in love. Why don't *you* just find somebody?"

He thought for a moment,taken aback by the ginger's harsh words,but eventually decided to humout him for a moment.

"And where exactly do you suggest I find him then, hm?"

Cameron shifted in his seat,not expecting to be taken seriously and certainly not prepared to be giving advice. Especially not *this* kind of advice. Especially not to *charlie*.

"Well,uh," he looked up to see the other boy looking at him expectantly,with that ever-present smirk on his face that, oddly enough,made Cameron feel a little more comfortable.

"Maybe,you could,I don't know, consider that the guy you're looking for has been here the whole time?"

"Wow Cam,Pittsie and Meeks' radio must've really gotten to you. All those love songs have turned you into a big softie." Charlie joked,grinning and nudging Cameron playfully.

Through a soft laugh,Cameron continued, "No I'm serious man,I think you're making this whole love thing way harder for yourself. I mean- and be honest with me, what's actually wrong with the guys at our school?"

"Other than the fact that about three quarters of them are raging heterosexuals?"

Laughing again,Cameron replied "yeah,other than that."

After about zero seconds of careful consideration,he had come to a conclusion, "Well,I guess nothing,but I dont know? Cameron, I don't see how this changes-"

"It *changes* things because clearly you don't anything about half the guys at our school. And you can't write off people you don't even know." At some point, Cameron had gotten up and started pacing around,but with the end of this triumphant speech,he finally sat down,a little closer to the other boy than he had been before.

Charlie looked across at Cameron and was suddenly met with a wave of fondness. Weird,how all it took was to sit and talk for a while before someone you thought you near hated,started to feel like your favorite person in the world. And,was he going completely crazy or Cameron at his most comfortable, without the fear of a teacher lurking nearby,without the stress of constantly trying to prove himself,was he... A little..... attractive??

All at once,Charlie made a decision,partly to try and prove himself wrong,but also because hey,if Richard Cameron was the surprise love of his life,what better time to figure it out than right now?

"So how,sir Richard Cameron,do you propose I get to know all these charming suitors?"

Cameron, completely in the dark about Dalton's recent epiphany,was still stubbornly trying to explain how much easier Charlie's love life could be,if only he would let it.

"Well,maybe by actually talking to them? Y'know,kind of like,What we're doing right now."

"So,what you're saying is,*you* could be my knight in shining armor," he said with a smirk.

"Well,that's not what-"

"No,no it's fine,as long as we're talking about this version of you. Regular Cameron is kind of a buzzkill but Cave Cam is actually a kind of.... And I can't believe I'm saying this but,in here,like this...well. You're actually a little hot."

After this, overwhelmingly romantic confession, Charlie was certain he had completely stuffed it,and sure enough,

"Gee Charlie,thanks. Really makes me wanna ride into the sunset with you." To say Cam's ego had been hit was an understatement,but before he could make a swift exit from the cave and lock himself,alone,in his dorm for the rest of the weekend,of course Dalton kept talking.

"God,I'm sorry,that was, I have no idea why I said that. I thought I was being funny but out loud- god I'm so sorry," while he had initially been mad,seeing Charlie fucking Dalton blush (and because of *him* no less) was rather funny. And sure,a little cute. So Cameron decided to hear him out.

"Can I start over? You're not saying anything so I'm gonna start over. I,uh, I really do think you're hot. Like really hot. And not just right now,all the time,like that time we were at rowing practice and I started pushing you around and we ended up on the floor and I saw like,a single sliver of skin because your sweater had ridden up,and I couldn't stop thinking about it all day,which I thought was a little weird but then-"

"Uh,I think I get it,Charlie." Now Cameron was the one blushing.

"Uh,sorry. What I meant was,that I *do* think you're hot l-"

"As you've said"

"Yeah,yeah,but it's more than that. Like,when I realized we'd basically be spending the whole weekend alone together,I was actually sorta excited for that,even though I knew I'd just be sitting by you while you did homework the whole time,I like,wanted to do that. And tonight,I haven't talked like this with anyone who isn't Neil like,ever. What I mean is,I guess,is that,I think that uh,"

Deciding to lighten the mood,Cameron tried for a little sarcasm, "Wow,Dalton, stuttering? I must be superman or something."

"I'm trying to be romantic here Carrot top," Charlie said with a grin,

"Listen,I don't really know what I'm doing here,but I think it might be kinda nice if we tried having a little romantic weekend of our own. Just to try it. If it totally sucks we can pretend it never happened and the others don't have to know about it and-"

"Charlie."

"Yeah?"

"Relax," Cameron said with yet another laugh ,he didn't think he laughed like this since... Well,he couldn't even remember.

So with a radiant smile on his face,he said,"A romantic weekend of our own sounds amazing. Gotta warn you tho I'm not a great kisser."

"Well, lucky for you I am a great teacher," Charlie replied,with a somehow even bigger smile on his face than Cameron's,

"Why are you laughing,I *am* a great teacher!" Unfortunately for Charlie,his indignance only made Cameron laugh harder.

"I'll believe that when I see it."

"If you shut up and stop laughing,maybe you'll get to." After this was all it took to get the ginger to sober up, the look on his face pushed Charlie to make his final,but (in his opinion) most important decision of the night.It was high time he flirt with Cameron way more often (which was *very* difficult to explain to the other poets,at least the first time).

[wellimaginethat]

Double Trouble

Pairing: Jay Halstead x (female) Reader

Requested?: Yes

Word Count: 1649

Author’s Note: So I played around with different ways to go with this one. I’m not a huge fan of the ‘incapable dad’ troupe, so I tried my best to avoid that while still fulfilling the request.

Trigger Warning(s): Mention of Drinking, Mention of past Partying

Disclaimer: I don’t owe nor am I affiliated with any of the Chicago shows, I just like to play with the characters

Summary: You and Jay are married and have twin daughters. You go away for a bachelorette party, leaving Jay to take care of the twins by himself and let’s just say that they’re a bit of a handful...

Y/N = Your Name

“Alright, are you sure you’re not forgetting anything?” Jay asked you, worried that you were forgetting something for your weekend trip.

“I’m sure, I got everything packed. You sure you and the kids will be okay?” You asked your husband gently, not wanting to seem like you didn’t think he was capable of taking care of your twins, you knew he was, at least for short periods of time, but you were the one that took care of them for the most part given the hours Jay worked.

“We’ll be fine.” Jay assured you, placing a kiss to your cheek.

You furrowed your brow. “You better give me a better kiss than that to say goodbye, you won’t see me for two days.” You huffed.

Jay chuckled and gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him and kissing you passionately.

When the two of you finally broke away, you smirked. “Much better.” You kissed him once more before pulling away from him and walking out the door to your apartment, pulling your suitcase behind you.

Jay had wanted to help you but he needed to stay behind because of the kids, so he watched you as you walked down the hall before shutting the door and heading into the living room. “Who’s ready for a fun weekend?” he asked your twin four year olds.

Ariel jumped up. “Me!” She shouted happily.

But within twenty four hours that all changed.

Jay didn’t want to call you, but with one twin ready to fight him and the other throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the living room, he was at his wits end. He didn’t want to bother you because you were away on a girls weekend for your best friend’s bachelorette party and he knew that you hadn’t really been out since the twins were born, especially not with all of your best girl friends.

You were about your third drink in when Jay’s call rang through and you picked up the phone. “Hey baby, how’s things going?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I don’t know how you do this everyday. Ariel wants to fight me and Aurora is having a full blown meltdown in the middle of the living room and I don’t know what to do.” Jay told you in a rushed panicked voice, but he was trying to remain calm.

You perked up at that. “Woah, what?” You asked before it registered. “Do you need me to come home? I’m only a couple hours away, I could be there-” “No, just...tell me what to do.” Jay said, not wanting your weekend to be totally ruined.

You took a deep breath. “Okay, if you get Aurora to calm down, then Ariel will stop trying to fight you. All you need to do is figure out what upset her and fix it.”

“How do I do that? I tried asking her what was wrong and all she did was scream and cry more.” Your heart hurt hearing how upset Jay was, you knew he felt like he was failing as a father and you knew it wasn’t really his fault that he didn’t know how to do this.

“You need to pick her up and cuddle her until she calms down enough to talk. While you’re cuddling her, tell her in a soft voice that she’s okay and kinda rock her like you would a baby. It’s the only way to calm her down.” You said softly.

“You sure that’ll work?” Jay asked, unsure.

“I’m certain.” You told him. “I’ll stay on the phone with you while you try. If that doesn’t work then hand her the phone and I’ll talk to her.”

You could hear Jay moving and heard him set his phone down, you could barely hear what was going on in the background but you could hear him trying to calm Aurora down.

Within a few minutes the phone was picked back up. “Okay, it worked but I can’t fix what’s wrong.”

“Well what’s wrong?” You asked softly, worried.

“She misses you.” Jay told you and you could hear the heartbreak in his voice.

“I want mommy!” You heard in the background.

You sighed softly. “Put her on the phone.” You said in the softest voice possible. You heard the phone being shifted and assumed that your daughter now had it. “Aurora? Baby girl?”

“Mommy?” You heard her gasp.

“Yeah, it’s me sweetheart.” You said softly. “Hey, daddy said you were upset?”

“Yeah, I miss you.” Aurora told you in the saddest little voice.

“I’ll be home tomorrow honey.” You said softly. “Can you and your sister be good for daddy until then?”

“Yeah.” Aurora said slowly. “I think so.”

“Okay good. Will you give the phone to your sister?” You asked softly.

“Uh-huh.” Aurora said. “Ariel, mommy wants to talk to you.”

Again the phone was jostled. “Mommy?”

“Hi sweetie.” You said softly. “Can you do me a favor and not fight your dad? He’s doing the best he can.”

“But he upset Aurora.” Ariel told you and you could practically see her pout.

“No, Aurora is upset because I’m not there.” You sighed.

“When are you coming home?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.” You told her softly. “Can you keep your sister calm for me until then?”

“Uh-huh.” Ariel told you with sheer confidence. “I can do that.”

“Alright, hand the phone to daddy please.” You told her.

“Babe?” Jay’s voice came on the phone. “How the hell do you do that?”

You laughed softly. “It’s just that I’m there everyday all day with them.” You said softly, one of the perks of being able to work from home.

“Yeah, I know.” Jay sighed, defeated. “Hey. Don’t do that.” You tell him softly but firmly, knowing exactly what was going through his heads. “Our girls love and adore you, Jay. They’re just not used to it being only you there.”

“I’m trying.” Jay sighed again.

“I know you are, and you’re doing a good job, baby.” You tell him honestly. “I’m proud of you. You’re doing great.”

“Hardly.” Jay snorted, and you could practically see him roll his eyes.

“Stop it.” You tell him, but there’s a smile in your voice. “You’re a good dad and they love you. You’ve got this.”

“I love you.” Jay told you. You smiled. “I love you too. I’ll be home tomorrow night, okay?” “You should really stay for the whole weekend, Y/N.” Jay told you. “You haven’t seen your friends in months and haven’t gotten to really party since before the girls were born, and I think I can handle this now.”

“You sure?” You asked, warily.

“I’m sure.” Jay assured you.

“How about I call you tomorrow and we’ll decide then?” You asked, still worried

“Okay. I love you.” Jay said softly. “Have fun, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“I love you too.” You smiled widely before hanging up the phone.

You didn’t get any more calls that night or the next day until it was time for you to start getting ready to leave if you were going to go home. So you decided to call Jay.

“Hey babe, how’s everything going?” Jay answered in a happy tone.

“Great, I was going to ask you that.”

Jay took a deep breath. “The girls are doing great, we haven’t had any more issues.”

“Really? That’s great.” You were honestly happy to hear that, you knew Jay was completely capable of taking care of your two little ones but you also knew that they could be a handful at times.

“Yeah, so again I think you should stay the weekend, have fun.” Jay told you softly.

You furrowed your brow and smirked a bit. “Trying to keep me away?”

“What? No.” Jay was quick to answer. “I just want you to have some fun.”

You looked around to make sure no one was listening. “Jay, listen, I need to get out of here. I love my friends, but they’re way too wild for me now.” You could hear him laugh on the other end of the phone. “This isn’t funny!”

“You need an excuse to get out of partying? This coming from the woman that, when I met her, could and would stay out until three am every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night and get up the next morning like it was nothing?”

“Shut up, I’ve changed.” You huffed into the phone, pouting a bit.

Jay laughed again, finding your whine adorable. “If you’re not having fun then you should come home. The girls and I miss you like crazy, I just wanted you to stay because I thought you were having fun.”

“Well, I am but I’m not, if that makes sense.” You told him honestly. “I love seeing them, but I feel like we’re at different points in our lives now. Maybe in a few years when they’re all settled down we can get together.”

“When they’re all the types to go to bed at eight?”

“When they can’t drink half a bottle of vodka and still want more vodka.” You told him with a snort. “I feel like I’m being a buzzkill here.”

“Then come home.” Jay told you like it was obvious.

“I don’t wanna hurt anyone’s feelings.” You whined quietly into the phone.

Jay snorted. “Just tell them that there was an emergency at home. That your husband can’t handle your kids and you need to rush home to get the glitter out of his hair.”

You smiled at the idea of that. “Do you really have glitter in your hair?” you asked, suppressing the urge to laugh at the idea.

“Maybe a little bit.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

“Okay. I’ll be home in a few hours.” You told him softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.”