#oh well at least it wasn't the arm this time pal

[bbeeohazardd]

Gordon shivered violently as he was moved into a sitting position, a pair of arms hooked under his own, a jolt of pain from his leg making him babble incomprehensibly.

“Whh- where…”

“Now Gordon, I am very strong, but I do need you to remain conscious.”

The easy to recognize voice shook him further into the waking world. Dr. Harold Coomer, his friend and mentor, the only person he could even trust.

He shook his head to clear the fog before he looked around to get a bearing on where he was. An abandoned building, no sign of Tommy or Benrey. He had been trying to do something? Nothing was clear in his scrambled mind anymore. He braved a look down at his leg, only to sharply inhale and wrench his eyes closed.

Oh God, he was gonna be sick.

“Gordon.”

“I-I can’t…can’t get up. I don’t. Help?”

His shivering became more violent, causing more twinges of pain from his mangled limb.

Why was he so cold?

“Gordon, I can get you to your car, but I need you to get up.”

“No, no, no, I can't, I can’t.”

“Gordon.”

He opened his eyes and turned to look at his friend. The man had his mask off, it was easy to see how exhausted he was.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yeah, of- of course I do, man.”

The answer was a no-brainer, Dr. Coomer was the only person he could trust. The man had done so much for him, he’d definitely be dead if it wasn’t for him.

“I’m going to help you stand, and then I’ll pick you up.”

He nodded and prepared himself to stand. He was helped to his feet, breathing in sharply as he held on to the other man’s jacket. Coomer, thankfully, paused to let Gordon adjust.

“Now, this may be…painful, but it will be easier in the long-run! Just let me know when you’re ready.”

Gordon mentally prepared himself for a few seconds. “Alright, I think ‘m good.”

The shorter man nodded and picked him up in a fireman carry, supporting him by his good leg before carefully making his way out of the building.

[seattlesellie]

not about love. (part 4 & final)

read: part one || part two || part three

pairing: college loser!ellie williams x fem!reader

synopsis: after ellie kisses someone else, you run. then, you run again. at the end? she finally fucking chases you.

warnings: some miscommunication, slight angst, alcohol & weed, mentions of homophobia (d slur), smut (mdni), oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), scissoring, top!ellie, bottom!reader, panties kink (?), mentions of strap, first time w ellie, love love love <3

authors note: i had so much fun writing this. i hope you guys like it. i’m still thinking about a short part five, but well see how it goes ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"(The Party & The After Party -The Weeknd)"

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it's funny, how guilt begins with a subtle tickle. it's delicate at first, ignited like a gentle caress down her throat. it is not like jealousy, that dawns on you with a thud right inside. for her, for ellie, it's almost like a whisper. it glides down her body, maneuvers its way around, and then it lands inside the pit of her stomach, making it churn, toss and twist from the insides out, like an ever erupting ticking bomb.

she shouldn't have kissed that girl, that, she knew. the answer to why, she truly doesn't know— don't ask her no stupid questions. she knew it was wrong when she slid her tongue down her throat, knew it was wrong when she took the back of her neck into her palm, and felt how wrong it was when she looked deep into her eyes, panting, with a ruby blush creeping up on her cheeks. it wasn't because you left, god knows she would have felt how wrong it was even if you didn't, but alas, you did. you did leave. and that's why right at this second— her brain was fuzzy, knuckles colored white, legs moving faster and faster with no control.

truly, what ellie did wasn't wrong, neither was it selfish. you weren't a couple, she didn't belong to you, and neither you to her. she was a free woman, and so were you. and yet, your imaginations told a completely different tale. the truest colors of your thoughts— ready to erupt and spill out of you as if tomorrow never came.

she must have bumped into at least twenty sweaty, inebriated bodies. the outside world seemed to move and twist in a blur, but her mind moved oh so slowly. it was as if walking to the bathroom, took her over two hours. in reality, it took exactly three minutes, until she bumped into one extraordinarily tall man.

he rocked a bleach blonde buzz cut, a red bandana on his forehead, and ridiculously tiny sunglasses.

"yo— williams!" he declared, stopping her right in her tracks. she looked up to face him, and he was much, much taller.

"dude, look" he said, pointing right at her face, grabbing the attention of his ridiculous looking, slightly shorter pal.

"that's the girl alison likes!" he shouted, and she could feel the beer stench creeping up in her nostrils, making them twist.

"bro, you must be something special, she almost bribed the shit out of kyle just to make you kiss her"

ellie looked around the corridor, her eyes darting from his face to the floor. people... want to kiss her? it made her feel proud, inflating her ego and making it swell hard in her chest. a second later, it completely wore off. she didn't give a fuck about people— not about most of them.

"yeah, hey dude" she huffed, her lips curling up to a shy smile.

"so tell me, williams— did you scissor on the floor?" he interrogated.

"really gotta go to the bathroom" she voiced.

"no dude, wait... let me ask, i’m fucking interested" he uttered, blocking her path and leaning against the cream-colored wall with his arm.

"do lesbians actually fucking scissor?" his shorter friend questioned.

ellie always had a short temper. it would creep up on her when she least expected it, jolting inside of her brain and making the vein on her forehead pop. lately, she's been listening to some guided meditation on youtube. angela, was the name of the lady who's gentle voice she would listen to every once in a while. "deep breath in, and let it out... think of the rain, pouring and pouring, tickling down your window... and let yourself breatheee..." ellie took a deep breath in, and exhaled.

"y'all should send me a video when you're done fucking"

yeah, fuck angela.

"move out of the fucking way man, i gotta piss" she raised her tone slightly. maybe angela's voice still rung in her ears, because she didn't even consider punching him in the face.

"not fucking moving, williams— c'mon, we wanna fucking know all about it"

ellie might have been shorter by several inches, but god knows she was much stronger. with a firm grip on his bicep, she exerted her power and effortlessly tossed him to the side.

"fucking dyke" he snickered.

"die asshole" she uttered, and flipped him off.

the bathroom seemed to be closer, and her pacing was steadier. she was going to talk to you, that's it.

she opened the door, and exhaled. she didn't even know she had been holding her breath. the coppery scent of cigarettes, and overwhelmingly sweet, citrusy bathroom incense tickled at her nose. four women stood in front of the broken mirror. a blonde one, a brunette, one with braids, and one with a big cap on her head. they either giggled at each other, or to themselves, ellie truly didn't care.

"is there anyone in the stalls?" she questioned in a low voice. they clearly couldn't hear, her words barely audible over the overwhelming music that blared from outside.

she cleared her throat, and tried again.

"are the stalls empty?"

the brunette turned around to face her, a radiant smile spreading across her face, revealing a row of gleaming teeth.

"i dunno" she huffed, and turned around to face the friend by her side.

"but you can—" she stifled a giggle, and then it erupted.

"piss on the floor" she quipped, earning herself the symphony of her friend's breathless, intoxicated laughter.

"great" ellie muttered under her breath. just great.

she turned around to face the stalls, and began.

one knock, two knocks— she felt that guilt twisting in her stomach again.

fuck it, she fully banged on the door. those girls left, after they side eyed her shameless, and walked off. if you were anywhere to be found in that bathroom, it was just the two of you now.

she propelled her foot forward at the door, it swung open, propelled by the force, creating a resounding bang against the wall, echoing twice. the air caressed her face, and she shivered. It was not the chill of the room that caused her tremor. what if you weren't there? what if you left?

the third stall's door she kicked as well, and she couldn't hide her disappointment anymore.

"fuck" she hissed.

the fourth one must be empty as well. she didn't exactly believe in luck. she kicked it, the door budged slightly, but it didn't fly open. it was locked.

you lifted your legs up to meet your chin, holding yourself together in a hug. you felt absolutely embarrassed. you knew you didn't have any right to get like this. the tears swelling up in your eyes and the mascara running all over your cheeks, clinging itself to the delicate skin, making it itch and burn had no right to even exist. she didn't belong to you.

she knocked on the door again.

"you in there?" she croaked. did you hear the guilt lacing her words? it was buried inside of her stomach, after all.

"no... i mean— fuck" you sniffled, bumping your palm on your forehead. "no?" really?

"open the door" she uttered.

silence.

"please?"

you wiped the tears from your eyes, and grabbed a piece of toilet paper to wipe the mascara running profusely, leaving dark, messy spots on your cheeks.

"i’m peeing, ellie— go away"

"no you're not, open the door"

she must have heard you sniff away your snot gathering on the tip of your nostrils.

"i just wanna talk" she quietly said, her voice just above a whisper. ellie stood there, her arm steady on the door, waiting for you to let her in.

"dont wanna" *sniff* "talk"

she took a deep breath. "im not moving. i could stay here all night" you knew she could.

"well..." *sniff* "so can i" you hiccuped.

"cool"

"cool" you repeated.

ellie turned her back away from the door, and leaned against it. three whole minutes of absolute silence had passed, neither of you talking, but so much left unsaid. when the image of ellie kissing that girl flashed inside of your brain, hitting you like a lighting bolt, you giggled to yourself.

"what's so funny?" she questioned, crossing her arms.

"shouldn't you be with your new girlfriend?"

that was it for you. no more hiding. if hurt was the main feeling your heart held just five minutes ago, it mixed around with the tangy, salty taste of jealousy now, laced with the spiciness of anger. you twisted the doorknob, and let it fly open, bumping against ellie's back, making her jump to the other side.

you truly couldn't care if she knew you were crying. what's the point of hiding anymore? who gives a fuck. perhaps— it was sudden wind of courage washing over you. most likely— it was the plastic cup filled with cheap vodka cranberry emptying out inside of your stomach. you placed the cup on the sink, and washed your hands. you didn't even glance at ellie, who stared at you in disbelief.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" she probed, her arms slapping down on her thighs.

"alison, duh"

ellie swallowed deeply.

"or arielle or... whatever the hell her name is" you glanced at yourself in the mirror, you looked like a mess. ellie thought you looked beautiful, she wanted to tell you the moment you came out of the building.

she didn't even know what to say, her eyes staring at the floor, attempting to keep it together.

"was the kiss nice?" you wiped your hand on your skirt.

"it looked nice. so hot!" you nudged her shoulder. every single word that came out of your mouth sounded like you had just run a marathon. they flowed out quick, and even the dumbest person alive would know you were talking out of pure jealousy. maybe ellie was even dumber than him.

"what's gotten into you?" she muttered.

"nothing! happy my best friend's gonna get finally ged laid.. god knows you needed it, el" you patted her head. oh, you were done for.

ellie's eyebrows rose. deep, deep breaths. she stood mute, letting you finish your little speech.

it was as if someone pinned up the apple's of your cheeks together and forced you to smile.

"how long has it been since you fucked?" you tilted your head. you didn't make eye contact, you just stared right between her eyebrows. if you looked at her, you'd have probably burst crying.

"let alone... kissed somebody"

ellies tongue brushed the side of her mouth, and her jaw clenched.

"why are you asking me this?"

you averted your gaze to the side, your breath caged in your throat.

"because were best friends, and best friends talk about these thing! and... you really needed to fucking get some pu—"

she moved closer. you couldn't not face her now. you looked into her eyes and god it fucking hurt. there it was again. dont cry, dont fucking cry.

"how long..." it was as if her eyes were chasing yours. look at me, look at me. "has it been for you?"

your entire face felt like it was fucking itching. your nails dug little crescent moons into your palms. her breath tickled your nose and you swore, you've never been this close to her. you tried focusing on her freckles, counting them inside of your mind, pretending to connect the dots in a thin line. it hurt knowing that she must have seen them this close up too.

"this isn't about me, so" you whispered. you wanted to sound assertive, and aggressive, but you failed miserably. you just sounded ridiculous and sad.

"i think it is" she whispered, too. matching you completely. her lips were so plump and they felt so close and—

"why did you cry?"

"i did not cry" is it really a lie, if she knows the truth already?

"tell me" god, she smelled like the most intoxicating thing in the world. your ellie. or not your ellie, just ellie.

"leave me alone" you mumbled.

"no"

"m'not leaving you alone"

you could kiss her now. you could feel her lips brush against yours and you could kiss her, and tell her everything she wants to know, because god knows she needs it.

you were a coward.

you left, and she didn't chase you. she was a coward too.

she needed a fucking blunt.

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the air felt crisp and biting against her skin. the moon, obscured by thick clouds, offered only glimpses of its pale light. shadows danced and flickered, and the distant howl of the wind rung in her ears. the blunt was delicately held between her fingers, and wisps of smoke curled and swirled in the air around her. she took a leisurely drag, and sighed.

she wasn't new to being alone. she liked bathing in solace, surrounded by her thoughts. usually, it felt nice, and it calmed her down. you, you were anything but calming. being alone was like a sunny beach day. being with you was a storm. you made her palms sweat and her heart beat faster. sometimes, she swore she might have a heart attack. you were her best friend, but it never truly felt like it. best friends tell each other everything, best friends hug and they hold each others hands. best friends dont disappear when the sun sets because they are afraid of what might happen in the dark, and they certainly don't feel like there's no more air left to breathe when they're around each other. they dont touch themselves thinking of each other, and their world doesn't crush upon them when they show interest in other people.

she wasn't your best friend, and neither were you her's.

ellie takes another hit. then, she remembers that one day in tenth grade. you both walked home from school, and you stopped right in your tracks. you asked her if she feels weird around you, if this peculiar feeling creeps up on her from time to time as well. when she asked you what you meant, you told her that sometimes it feels like she isn't your friend. that it feels like the universe has glued you two together, but not for the reason she thinks. when she asked you what you thought it was for, you shrugged, and told her that only time will tell. she felt her insides turn and her ears burned bright red. then, you sighed, and said; "maybe were soulmates" she had to stop herself from grinning, or fucking exploding, and her heart missed a beat. "platonic ones, obviously... maybe were not supposed to be best friends, just two souls who float around each other. you got any snacks? m'starving"

she flicks the blunt and the ashes fall down on the grass. she brings it to her lips again, and shuts her eyes close.

"ellie?"

she opens them fast and turns her head around. it takes her a moment to recognize, as the high washes over her body, but she finally sees.

alison.

"can i sit with you?" she asks while moving closer, and gives her a timid smile.

ellie clears her throat, and drags her body over to the side.

"sure"

the ginger sits next to her, and she relaxes her face.

they sit in silence for a moment.

"t'was a nice kiss" she whispers, and ellie looks at her from the corner of her eye. she should feel shy, and nervous being around the girl she had just kissed. for some reason, she doesn't.

"yeah..." ellie affirms.

"t'was"

the girl looks at the ground, and then looks at ellie again. she smiles, and breathes deeply.

"i wasn't the one you wanted to kiss though" she remarks, and lays her back comfortably against the bench.

"mmph— what do you mean?" ellie feels it now. the nervousness. it wasn’t there before.

"your friend" she bites her lip. she's not looking at ellie anymore, she's staring at the ground.

"what... friend?"

"the one who ran off"

ellie doesn't speak, just brings her lips to form a tight line. was it that... obvious?

"i mean... did you at least go after her? she asks, and she says it kindly, like she cares. weird.

ellie takes a second to respond. she considers denying it, running off just like you did. fuck it, she's high enough.

"yes" is all she mutters, and its quiet. she thinks this is the first time she ever talked about it out loud. only her journal knows, her brave soldier holding on to all of her little secrets, and now, alison knows too.

"and... did something happen?"

she wishes something did.

"no she— she ran off. again, so" she takes another drag, and it burns in her throat. she needs a glass of water, a cool one. maybe she needs a bucket to fall on her head too.

"and you didn't chase her?" the girl questions again. ellie feels like she's being interrogated. for some reason she doesn't even begin to understand, she feels relieved in a way, too. who knew talking could be so... nice. maybe its the high, she wonders.

"she clearly... doesn't want me around so— why would i chase her" that sentence carried a sadness to it. her voice broke when she spoke, and she feels like slapping herself across the cheek. she offers alison the blunt, and the girl takes it in between her fingers, and nods.

"so you just... let her go?"

ellie doesn't respond. she wants her blunt back. talking isn't nice, she decides.

"can i ask you a personal question?" alison takes a drag before ellie responds.

"you already sort of did so, be my guest"

"are you in love with her?"

ellie's breath hitches inside her throat, and she feels like digging a hole in the ground and burying herself inside. she knew she was, but it didn't fucking matter. you weren't in love, and that was that.

"people in this college are fucking weird, man" she comments, and in one second she has the blunt right between her fingers again. finally.

"yeah... heard this crazy girl banged up on all of the bathroom doors and started kicking the stalls"

"ah" she huffs.

"touché"

its silent for a second before she asks her again.

"what do you feel when you're around her?"

"are you a psych major by any chance?" she questions, narrowing her eyes.

"yep. so, let me psychoanalyze you. pretend its for my... project or something. i ask you questions, you respond... and then i get a super good grade thanks to you"

she bites her lips, and looks to the side. she considers hiding herself inside of the bush till the girl goes away.

"i'm your therapist, go 'head"

ellie rolls her eyes, and considers. fucking fuck it. maybe writing this shit on paper isn't enough.

"i feel like i can't breathe around her, sometimes. like... there's this fucking thing"

"what thing?"

"fucking... god... thing it’s a fucking thing. i have to stop myself from doing shit... s'fucking stupid."

alison smiles. and she nudges ellie on and on till she speaks again.

"its like— every time i'm fucking around her, it physically hurts me... that I ca— that I can't fucking have her. or that... it like, tingles in my fucking hands. and my fucking heart starts beating and my brain goes all foggy and I feel like I'm going to fucking faint. I want to be around her, I fucking want to— but every time she's next to me I feel like im gonna vomit. and she makes me fucking sick and I just wanna hold her and..."

she's never breathed so deeply in her life.

"that's... a lot" alison mutters.

"yeah..." ellie takes another drag, and barely exhales.

"doesn't fucking matter anyways. she doesn't see me that way."

alison's eyebrows rise up, and she looks at ellie like she's fucking stupid.

"ellie... she saw you kiss me and she fucking ran away. like, she physically ran away. are you blind? or are you stupid?"

"did you just call me stupid?" ellie huffs. was she? was she stupid?

"listen to me" she begins, and forces ellie to look her in the eyes.

"it's like..." the girl takes a peak at her iphone screen.

"1:30am."

"okay?" ellie huffs. her stomach's turning again.

"you're in love with this girl, and if you don't go after her right now it's gonna be too late"

"i can go tomorrow" ellie whispers. she won't. shed go back to her old habits of hiding and pining till her brain burns.

"you won't"

"fuck" she mutters under her breath.

"go!" the girl yells, and nudges ellie's arm.

"okay like— right fucking now?" ellie says loudly, and she feels her feet fucking lifting her up off of the bench, like she again, has no control over her body.

"right now, go!"

she curses herself out under her breath. fuck. it.

ellie starts running, and running, and running, and her shoes are meeting the ground with loud bangs, flopping up and down against her ass. she didn't to track in high school, but if coach charlie saw her now, he'd sign her up and shed get a full fucking athlete's scholarship. she feels her heart thudding in her ears, and she has no time to even think. what the fuck is she doing? where is she going? what if you'll tell her to go the fuck away? what if she's delusional, completely braindead, she wonders to herself for a tiny second, as she catches her breath.

and then— the image of you, mascara running down your cheeks flashes in her brain.

you cried, because she kissed another fucking girl.

"m'not— fucking" she pants,

"delusional"

she's standing right in front of rockefeller housing. brown cobblestone, as if each brick and mortar had witnessed countless stories unfold within its hallowed halls. she gets a hold of herself, before her heart punctuates in her chest, and stands still, chest heaving up and down. she looks up at your room's window, and its standing lit. you're still awake. she feels like she just won the fucking lottery.

she almost whoo hoo's! but she's way too "cool" for that. so she walks slowly, pats herself on the shoulder, and yells a loud;

"fuck yes!"

"shut the fuck up!"

oh shit. she just woke someone up.

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how corny was it to lounge inside of your room, alone, the mellow tunes of lana's "ultraviolence" playing from your antique turntable?

very corny.

but you didn't mind. your tears had dried up already, and you were comfy in pretty white silk pajama's, a bowl of cheddar popcorn and that same goddamn boxed wine.

someone just screamed a terrifyingly loud "shut the fuck up!" from outside of your window. you'd have laughed, usually, but your mind was occupied. you felt tortured, and sickly, and why the fuck did you leave like that? it was embarrassing, truly, she watched you cry, and you interrogated her with bizarre, passive aggressive questions that would make the calmest man alive want to bash his head against the wall.

"breakfast at tiffanys" played on the television, and cat just ran away. you pouted, and sighed deeply. you were too tired now, and your eyelids felt heavy. you lifted yourself off of the bed, and made your way to turn off the lights, and drift away.

knock knock knock.

who the fuck is knocking at your door at 2am? it must be your roommate, jen, returning from the party.

you twist the doorknob, and yawn.

oh god.

"ellie?"

she gulps. she looks down on the floor, and up at you again. she looks absolutely panicked, and her bangs are sticking to her forehead. three of her hair strands formed a sweet little heart shape filled with sweat. her hand is shaking and she would have pounced right on you and fucking kissed you already if she had the fucking courage—

you step back.

"what are you doing here?" you quip, and your voice is so small and sweet that it truly kills her inside.

"i would've—" she takes a small step and enters inside of your room. she looks around, and the candles and the fucking lana playing in the background and she's sure she's gonna be sick because you're so fucking cute and your eyes are puffy and lips all swollen like they had been stung by a bee, and she wants to be your medicine and kiss them so hard you fall on the floor, but all she can mutter is;

"fucking brought you something... but it was all closed— all the fucking stores were closed because its the middle of the fucking night"

"what stores... wha— what are you talking about?" you whisper as you take a step back, you want to offer her a glass of water because she's sweating but you just can't.

"fuck— fucking flower shop or something, or those fucking chocolate covered fruits you like or—“

"what?" you mutter, breathless as if you were the one who just ran a marathon.

"you cried" she points a finger at you. you back away, taking a small step to further yourself away from her.

"you cried because i kissed another girl" she huffs, and her eyebrows scrunch together.

"I didn't—" you try and interrupt, unsuccessfully.

"you cried and that means that you fucking— you dont want me to kiss other girls"

you bite your lip so hard it feels like it might start drawing blood and run all over your chin. oh no.

"you want me to kiss— fuck it"

a supernova. as a dying star unleashes its final act, igniting in like a cosmic firework, it paints the galaxy like a canvas. shades of ruby red, sapphire blue, and shimmering gold intermingle together and create the most beautiful piece of art the universe has ever witnesses.

that's what it felt like when her lips were on yours.

they brushed up against you as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and perhaps it was.

when you imagined your first kiss with ellie, convinced you were indulging yourself in pure delusion, you thought it would be soft, and gentle. it felt as if her lips were running away from yours, and you had to chase them to meet against you again.

this kiss, was anything but. so perhaps you were delusional, but not in the heartbreaking way.

when her tongue first met yours, intertwining itself so perfectly, swirling around fervently inside of your mouth, bumping into your teeth and pulling you in, her lips sucking on it like she'd die if you ever pulled back, gentle was the last word you could use to describe it.

hungry, and ravenous, it was.

her knees felt like the were going to give up beneath her, and leave her a crumpled mess on the floor. if she thought that being around you felt like her heart was thudding out of her chest, kissing you was much, much worse. kissing you made her feel like her heart left her already, and leaped right into your being.

she broke the kiss first, refusing to open her eyes. so did you, you couldn't believe it was actually happening.

"you..." she whispered, and her breath tickled your nose.

"i..." you whispered in response. there were no words you could mutter, they would never come out coherent enough.

"ive..." she huffed.

"wanted to do this for so fucking—"

you brought your lips together to meet again. this time, it was softer, and gentle, but you didn't have to chase her away, because she stayed.

"me too" you whispered, or fully whined, you truly didn't know.

"no you dont..."

"you dont understand" she cupped your cheeks between her palms, she wouldn't even open her eyes, afraid of what she might do if she opened them and realized it was only just a dream.

"i do" you plead. her hands were warm and your cheeks were scorching hot against them.

"i need you"

"you need me?"

"it hurts"

"what hurts?" she whispered as she brushed her finger on your cheek. it was delicate, and soft.

"my heart" you hiccuped, a broken sob escaping your lips. you couldn't hold it in anymore, and a fat tear streamlined down your face, like a little river, rolling down inside of ellie's palm.

she wanted to kiss you again, but she had to hear you say it.

"when i'm... not with you— when i can't... and when you kissed her" you sobbed. "it hurt so bad"

"it hurt me too"

"please kiss me aga—“

so she did. again, and again, and again, till your throat felt dry and you kept seeing stars erupting inside of your brain.

chest against chest, heaving up and down on each other, she caressed your waist, and pulled you closer. when the kissed deepened again, you moaned, and it got swallowed inside of her mouth.

"you can't do that or i won't... fuck— won't be able to fucking stop"

"do what?" you asked, your bottom lip still brushing against her top one.

"can't make those sounds"

"w— why?" your chest caressed her's, and it was ellie's turn to let out a deep grunt.

"because ive thought... ive wa— i think about you all the fucking time like this"

"me too..." you admitted, breathing in her scent.

she wanted to ask you exactly what you thought about. she wanted to hear you say it, in exact, firm sentences. do you touch yourself thinking about her too? that would make her fucking lose her mind. instead, she took you in her arms, and banged you up against the wall.

thud "oh god" you hiccuped.

"yeah?" she teased, breathless. she wanted to do it better, wanted to sound more firm and stern and make you beg and tell her and whine on the floor but she was too fucking desperate for that right now.

"m'gonna— fuck" she hissed, when your tits grazed her's again.

"is this happening?" she whispered, and held your waist so tight in her arms. her body heat against yours made you completely shiver. she traced small circles on your hips but when you bucked forward her hands started shaking. she traced squares, or squiggly lines, or full on octagons.

"it's happening" you whispered back, and every time her lips brushed against yours it reminded you of how real everything was.

"can i touch you?"

"please" you whined, and you felt the saliva gathering and pooling on your bottom lip, mixing with hers.

ellie brushed her forehead against yours. she caressed it up and down, she needed to feel how your skin felt against her's because god knows she's truly spent so much time thinking about it and it didn't feel real, she needed it to feel real, so she begged;

"open your eyes"

you did. they fluttered open as your lashes flickered up and down and she chased you with her eyes again, until they directly met her's.

"tell me how bad you need this"

you gulped harshly, and it made a soft little sound. you felt absolutely limp against her, like you could crush down on the floor at any given moment.

she never thought she'd hear those words, outside of her dreamworld, sound asleep at 4am.

"i need— ellie i need it so bad" you whimpered, and she felt it twitch inside her fucking boxers, but felt it tug at her heart even more. how could have she been so fucking blind?

she opened her mouth, and she almost kept her eyes open whilst she kissed you because she needed to fucking see everything. she needed to see your eyebrows squint and your eyes close shut, your breath hitch and your hand drop from her shoulder, and then go up to grab her shoulder again and squeeze.

ellie, ellie couldn't help it anymore.

she caressed her hand up from the navel of your stomach, slowly grazing her finger up and up and up, till they met your breast and fuck she wanted to ask you if it was okay but the way you moaned inside of her mouth when she gave the cup a little squeeze, signaled her that she could do whatever the hell she wanted because you've always. been. her's.

as her tongue swirled with yours, warm saliva practically running out and streamlining from the corner of her mouth, she grazed her finger on top of your clothed nipple.

she separated her lips from yours, and moved her head back to look at you.

"you know how fucking crazy you drive me?" she pecked your lips forcefully and they made a smacking sound. you smirked, your eyes still glossy from the previous tear that escaped, and she nearly lost her damn mind.

"dont fucking smirk at me like that..." she kissed your jaw, making your entire body clench. "always fucking teasing me" kiss "always making me think..." kiss "i'll never fucking get it" kiss "driving me fucking crazy with those little fucking tops" kiss "those short fucking skirts" kiss

fuck.

"just wanted you to s— see, ellie..."

she tilted her head, and smiled so big and blushed so hard you nearly cried again.

"can i... can i take your shirt off?

you nodded up and down and fervently, like if you didn't show her exactly how bad you needed her she'll never fucking get it. old habits die hard.

she pulled the strap of your tank top off, and it slid down your shoulder. she let out a shaky breath. she's thought of seeing you bare in front of her way too many times than she'd like to admit. she saw the tip of your hard nipples poking out of the material and her breath hitched, borderline on wheezing. she delicately grazed her finger on it, stopping herself from pinching it and twisting and pulling like she always fucking wanted to. she had to go slow, she had to savor this moment.

you couldn't go slow.

you lifted your top off and ditched it on the floor. she was faced with your tits and she nearly damn went cross eyed. holy fucking shit.

"holy fuck" she hissed, her chest heaving up and down. her boxers were entierly drenched by now and she hasn't even touched them, until now.

she grabbed them with her calloused hands and squeezed them together, making them meet and form a natural cleavage. when she exhaled, a soft sound escaped her throat. it sounded like a quiet howl, or a harsh whimper.

"need to fucking taste" she growled, and your panties felt warm inside, and it tingled, that familiar yet completely different feeling washed over your cunt, as soon as her drooling, wet mouth was on your nipples, twisting and swirling her tongue against the sensitive buds, sucking and taking them out of her mouth with plop sounds, and every time she felt you squirm she moaned against them, her mouth fully vibrating on your nipples.

she detached her lips, just to look up at you with a lovedrunk smile adorning her face. she looked absolutely high on your body and you didn't even notice... that you started grinding up against her, bucking your hips inwards and backwards every time her head bobbed up and down on your tits.

"what am i..." she pulled your nipple in her finger, twisting it from side to side, making you nearly scream. you slapped your hand on your mouth, because if you didn’t— you’d fully get a stern note from the other residents tomorrow morning. "going to fucking do with you?"

"i think you know... ellie" you hiccuped.

"say my name again" she groaned, forcefully grabbing your tits now. she shook them up and down, and parted your thighs with her leg.

"ellie..." you whimpered, completely gasping for air.

"again"

"ellie!"

"fuck yes..."

her ongoing imaginations of you whimpering her name had absolutely nothing on the real deal. she picked you up, her hands grasping your thighs, and laid you on the bed. laid, would be a gentle way to say it. she practically tossed you on it, making the mattress jump up and down and creak slightly. she laid her body on top of yours, and her chest felt strong and steady, except for two perky mounds that connected directly with yours.

"please take your shirt off" you pled.

"take it off of me" she hissed, planting another sweet, sweet kiss on your breasts. she was fucking obsessed with them, and she wasn't afraid to show it now. it’s funny, how a only a week ago, she had to contemplate having her eyeballs surgically removed because she couldn’t stop her eyes from darting up and down. she could actually adore them now, and she felt it deep in her lower abdomen.

you tugged at the bottom of her top, hastily attempting to take it off fast because you yearned to see her so bad it almost hurt, but she palmed your hands and stopped you fully.

"nuh uh" she warned.

"slowly..."

you look up at her, doe eyed and begging. your breath caged in your throat, because this is real. it fucking hit you again.

when she saw you look up, it tugged at the strings of her heart.

she kisses you, and it feels like something you've never felt before. it feels warm, and it feels like fucking love. it was as if you became liquid, what was once solid, and hard, melted into a sweet puddle of warm honey.

she wants to take your shorts off already, but she stops herself. she looks you deep in the eyes, and her cheeks bloom red. she's in love.

and she knows you are too.

would it be awfully corny if she told you she wanted to make love to you? it probably would. for some reason, she didn’t need to vocalize it.

now, it was her eyes who turned glassy, making the emerald green glisten and twinkle.

"i need to..." you dont respond, you just do what she needs you to do.

you take your shorts off, and ellie simply stares down, panting, as her heart thuds inside of her chest. the way she looks, like she's absolutely famished, makes your clit pump inside of your panties that it terrifies you if she actually sees.

you shyly cover up, and she smiles gently as she grabs your wrists to peel them off of the soft, now sticky fabric.

"dont be shy..." she whispers, and when she see's the wet patch that formed, that pooled down just where your tight hole is, her face twists and she bites her lips. when she looked up at you, you turned your head to the side.

"look at that..." she chuckles, and it's fucking hypoctirical, the way she's mocking— because she has a spot even bigger on the bottom of her boxers, except she's fucking dressed and youre not.

"need to kiss it..." she desperately says, her voice low and raspy.

"need you to tell me..." she kisses your tummy, softly, as it heaves up and down. "to kiss it..." with every breath that leaves her, she kisses it again, her tongue now poking out of her mouth.

"mm— cant" you whimper. when did you become so shy?

"please" she begs, as her kisses become more wet, leaving little trails and puddles of saliva on your stomach.

"ellie..." you hiccup, feeling as if you could cum just by grinding your crotch back and forth against the air. her words are more than enough.

"say it..." she pleads, and it gets absolutely ridicilous— who's begging who now?

"please kiss— god" she simply palms your cunt, right on your panties, her warmth mixing with yours, and an incredibly loud, high pitched moan, closer to a screech leaves your mouth. the sound makes her groan into your stomach, moving her kisses further and further down. with each kiss, your body grows warmer, a certain tremor adding to your sudden jolts.

when she's face to face with your cunt, directly gazing at the wet spot, she closes her eyes shut, and plants a soft kiss upon the wet material. she's thought about doing this so many times, she has to stop herself from sneaking her hand down her boxers and start grinding up and down on it, and cum simply from just smelling you, as her nose bumps directly on your clit.

she wants to see it bad, those slick beautiful folds she had imagine so many times, the little bud poking on top, but she can't help but notice how greedy and eager you get when she teases you. she can't help but notice those cute little sounds that escape your throat, the way your eyebrows squint together and a small v shaped line forms on your forehead.

she gives a soft, kitten lick over the material, and you completely jump upwards. "ellie! fuck!" you moan, and she swears its the most heavenly sound she's ever heard. "that's it... grind yourself up against me... just like that"

you grind against her eager mouth, her tongue making the fabric transform into almost full sheerness, clinging and sticking to your cunt, every time ellie drools on it a little more.

"fuck m'gonna!— cum... ellie!" you hiccup and wheeze, and she can't help but pull your hips, move you closer to her mouth, as your thighs completely close and clench around her neck. but she doesn't fucking care.

she's going to make you cum all over your fucking panties.

she needs it. she yearns for it.

she bumps her tongue harder and flattens it against your clit, grinding you down, completely controlled by the very movements of her hands, guiding your through it and forcing you to keep moving against her.

it's closer, and closer, the white pleasure taking over your entire body, and you start shaking against her—

"cum for me... that's it" she whimpers, "cum hard all over my— fuck, my fucking face"

you barely even have time to recover, still completely sensitive, your entire body shaking when she takes off your panties, sniffs them shamelessly, and shoves them in her pocket.

"what are you d— doing?" you hiccup.

"dont worry about it" she mutters, and her entire face flushes red.

you dont, so instead, you beg for her to let you come again. she doesn’t, for now, and it was pure evil.

ellie's jaw clenches when she's face to face with your weeping pussy. her breath caged in her throat, and she lets out a high pitched, animalistic moan, followed by an adorable twist to her face. she's imagined it too many fucking times.

she'd tell you, but she's afraid to come off as pathetic.

slowly, agonizingly slow, with the intention to savor this moment, she places a soft, sweet little kiss on your cunt. you jump, and call out her name. she places another one, and another one, right on your achy clit. before she indulges herself in the first taste, she looks up at you.

"you're so beautiful" she whispers. and you know how bad she means it, because it comes out shaky, and you can taste how sweet those words are and really they’re just words.

you nearly die.

"and so fucking wet"

you nearly cum.

"mmph— ellie, please" you breathe. "pleasepleaseplease"

she doesn't need to hear any more of it, before her tongue laps up the sweet nectar of your pussy, starting with your hole, collecting the juice with the bottom of her tongue, curling it, and swallowing. "taste so fucking good"... she mutters. "knew you would"

she truly, truly did.

ellie slowly begins circling your clit with her tongue, in soft, little motions that focus right on your aching bud. one of her hands is squeezing your thigh, as the other creeps up slowly to grab your breast and toy with the nipple. its so fucking soft inside of her mouth that she can't help but grind herself down on the bed, the cream that formed inside of her boxers making it easy to slide backwards and inwards, and she releases sweet, desperate moans inside of your pussy every time it hits her clit.

when ellie feels you clench your hole in and out, she spreads your pussy lips apart, spits a big glob of saliva on top of your clit, making it slide all the way down to your hole.

"need to fill you up, fuck" she growls, and before you know it, her tongue is on you again, and her finger is teasing and begging your hole to let her in.

"baby" she coos, "let go for me"

"c— cant!" you cry out. its all too much, and you feel so embarrassed that you won't stop clenching, till she looks up at you again.

"breathe... it's okay" she whispers, "i'll be gentle, i fucking promise"

when you breathe in for her, she grits her teeth. fucking finally. she slides her finger inside, so slow you regret ever making her think you'd want it gentle, so you grind up on it, bringing your body forward so it swallows her finger whole.

"god damn" she hisses, and her voice is higher pitched because she can't fucking believe it.

she wants to whore you the fuck out, but she needs to be gentle for now. she considers… for just a mere second, to sprint to her room, grab her strap and split you whole, but she stops herself. she genuinely needs to grab her fucking knee so she doesn’t move away and lose control entirely.

she pumps it inside, lost in the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing her in, over and over again, lapping up on your clit, and when she feels you clench again, coming closer and closer to the edge, she adds a second finger.

"so fucking tight... you're so fucking tight" she says, and pushes your thighs up to your chest, your entire body shaking against her. you whimper and squeak and cry, babbling incoherently while she's scissoring them inside of you, grunting deep inside of your pussy every time your moans grow louder and louder.

the mattress seems to bump on her clit harder now, and ellie completely stops.

she hastily pulls her pants down, alongside with her boxers, and before you even have time to react to the sight of her cunt or her thighs or the abs that you're now exposed to (you honest to god, have no idea when she even managed to take her shirt off), she pulls your thigh high up, and places your leg on her shoulder.

"you're gonna cum on me— you hear that?" she hisses, when her weeping pussy meets yours. "yes ellie!" you hiccup, "louder"

"mmm—ellie— can'— need to cum on you"

"you wanna fucking cum on me?" she babbles back, and it comes out so messy and pussydrunk that she doesn't even reply back when you cry out with your forehead against her shoulder, biting on it hard, too intoxicated by your little moans and the feeling of your weeping, sticky pussy against hers, bumping her clit and it almost fucking burns inside of her.

she separates your legs further apart, and her gaze burns through you. her eyes are still green, and its still fucking ellie— but they turn a shade darker. she grinds against you forcefully, making your clit bump on her’s, your love-fluids mixing together and creating the most absolutely obscene noises that little dorm room has ever heard. when you close your eyes, because it’s all too much and she’s grunting and whimpering against you, she takes your cheeks in her hands and squeezes.

“look at me. look at me” she begs, and you keep blurting out tiny little squeals of pleasure that she cant help but let out a breathy laugh, and she wants to slap you and hear you squirm even harder but fuck— she’s gonna cum and she can’t even make her hands fucking work, so she just grabs your tits together as she grinds harder and harder, her ass jiggling up and down as she takes you.

“you’re so fucking— goddamn— so fucking cute you’re so fucking pretty��

"m'gonna cum!" you blabber, you brain entirely empty, only filled with the image of ellie's mouth hung completely open, letting out a beautiful symphony of moans, screaming and grunting your name and begging you to fucking take her, and when the tears stream down your face she can't help but wonder... how needy you'd look with her strap buried deep and when the thought hits her— when she imagined the way your hole would take her right inside, the way it would gape after she'd take it out, makes her cum so hard against your pussy that she almost, almost passes out.

when you cum, a second after she does, you tell her that you love her.

when she hears it, a small whimper escapes her lips, and it sounds almost like a sob.

"ive always fucking loved you"

[kylie-writes-stuff]

Protector

pairing: Nick Miller x reader word count: 1.8k summary: y/n goes to the loft to find jess, needing comfort after a recent breakup. she's surprised to find that nick's the only one home warnings: mention of a breakup, needing comfort. fluff. toxic ex + messages from said ex. jealous/protective!nick. not really proof read. a/n: hi!! i've really been wanting to get back into writing and Nick Miller's recently infested my brain. this is my first time writing for him so i hope you enjoy it as much as i do :) not my gif!

You walked down the streets of Los Angeles, the bright afternoon being a stark contrast to your current mood.

You couldn't trust yourself to drive right now. Not with your vision so blurry from the tears building in your eyes. Luckily, you knew the way to your friend's loft like the back of your hand.

You kept your head down and your hood up, carefully weaving between the many strangers that shared the sidewalk with you. You ignored the world for the time being. You couldn't even spare a greeting to Outside Dave when he began spouting nonsense.

You needed to see Jess. She was always there for you and she knew how to comfort you. You talked to her about everything, but you hadn't really been able to for the last few days since she's been so busy at school. You had tried to deal with everything yourself as you patiently waited for today, knowing she'd be home soon after school let out and free for the rest of the weekend.

Of course, you knew Cece was there for you too. But you couldn't go to her right now, not with this. Not yet, at least.

The elevator doors opened and you took a sharp right, making a beeline towards the apartment. You took a breath and opened the door.

They really need to start locking it, you thought.

You quickly glanced around the loft, only to see it empty. You were about to turn to knock on the door of Jess' room, before you heard the one across open.

"Finally, someone's home! So I had this idea, right, and- Oh!" You quickly turned your face back towards the floor, not wanting him to see you with your eyes all puffy. "Hey, (Y/n)!"

You knew the guys, as you were over at the loft all the time. You got along with all of them well and you enjoyed their company. You didn't want to ruin Nick's perception of you by showing a weak side of you.

"Hey, Nick. Uh, is Jess home?" You asked him.

"Nah, she's in like a staff meeting or something... (Y/n), are you okay?"

"Yeah, I-I'm fine. I just needed to talk to Jess, you know? Um, I'll get out of your hair, though, sorry I dropped in unannounced."

You turned back towards the door before a hand on your arm stopped you.

"Whoa, hold on. (Y/n), you already came all this way, just wait here for Jess to get back. C'mon, hang with your ol' pal Nicky!"

"It's okay, really. I don't wanna bother you."

"Hey, you're never a bother. Plus, when am I ever busy?"

You chuckled, "Got me there. Alright... Nicky."

"Yes! You want a beer?"

"God, yes please."

You made your way to the couch as Nick went to the kitchen. He kept his eyes fixed on you as he opened the bottles in his hand.

You were hurting and he could tell. He could see it in your slumped shoulders, your wavering voice, your leg currently bouncing up and down. He could tell by your red eyes that you tried so desperately to hide from him. You never realized, but he noticed a lot about you every time you were together.

Even if it wasn't just the two of you, you'd be the only thing he could focus on. In the loft with all his friends around, he'd immediately be drawn closer to you the second you walked through the door. He could spot you easily in a crowded bar.

It's like you had him under a spell and he couldn't break free.

He absolutely hated seeing you like this. So even though talking about emotions made him feel... weird, he'd do what he could. Even if it was just having a beer together and trying to make you laugh, he wanted to be there for you.

Nick sat next to you on the couch and handed you the ice cold bottle. The two of you sat, drank,and talked. Conversation with Nick always flowed comfortably. There was something about him that made it so easy to talk to him without getting bored. You were also very curious about his idea he had mentioned when you first arrived.

That made him feel good. He was able to, hopefully, get you mind off of whatever was bothering you. But you also genuinely cared about what he had to say. It was nice.

It seemed to just be getting later and later as the two of you opened more bottles.

Eventually, your mood had dropped again. You tried to hide it as best as you could. I mean, surely Jess couldn't be gone that much longer, right? But Nick noticed right away.

"Alright," He tapped your knee with the bottle in his hand, your attention snapping back towards him. "I'd say we got a good buzz goin'. Talk to me, (Y/n). What's wrong?"

You took a deep breath and sighed. "You know that guy I've been going out with? Derek?"

Nick nodded.

How wouldn't he know? You had met Derek on a night out a few months ago and you hit it off well. You looked so happy, immediately rushing to tell Jess and Cece about the date you had set for later that week. Nick remembered watching from behind the bar, wanting to be the one you talked about that way so badly.

You slowly circled the rim of your bottle with the pad of your finger.

"I broke up with him."

"You did?"

"Yeah. You know how people talk about, like, toxic relationships all the time? That's what it was. He wasn't good for me, and Cece had tried to warn me. But I didn't listen... I never listen."

"Hey..." Nick started, trying to find the right words. "You did what you had to. It's hard losing someone but you don't wanna get caught in a cycle that constantly hurts you. Trust me, I've been there. You did what was best for you."

"I know I did, but... it hurts, you know?" You looked up at Nick and he nodded in understanding.

His heart broke seeing the look on your face. He thought for a moment before asking, "Do you have your own Dirty Dancing, or something like that?"

You knew exactly what he was asking. Ever since you've known Jess, she'd watch Dirty Dancing after a breakup. It made her feel worse and better at times, but no matter what it let her get everything out.

"Something like that, yeah." You smiled.

Nick grabbed the TV remote off the back of the couch and held it out to you.

"Oh, no, it's okay. You wouldn't like it."

Nick merely shrugged and gestured towards the remote again. "Eh, put it on anyways," he urged you.

You gave in and searched for the movie of your choice, Nick going back to the kitchen because he insisted on making popcorn before it started. He also grabbed a few more beers.

You enjoyed sitting there with Nick, sharing snacks and listening to his commentary on one of your favorite movies. He'd make fun of the movie sometimes but you could tell it held his interest.

Even when Schmidt came home and started making fun of him, he intermediately told Nick to shut up. He wasn't bothered being seen watching a movie like this.

Halfway through, though, you heard your phone buzz. You glanced at it, wondering if maybe Jess or Cece were texting you. You hadn't realized how much time had passed since you first arrived...

"For fuck's sake," you mumbled to yourself.

"What happened?" Nick asked, his eyes flicking towards you rather than the screen in front of him.

You handed Nick your phone.

New Messages! Derek Leaving me is the worst decision you've ever made You're a fucking idiot if you think you're better off without me Fuck you I hope you die in a car wreck, you bitch

"It's been messages like this everyday for the last, like... 3 days," you explained.

Rage clouded Nick's mind as he scrolled up to see the, even worse, messages from the days prior. How could such vile things be said to someone like you?

Nick stood up from the couch quickly and made his way towards the door.

"Wait- What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna call him," Nick said furiously.

“Nick, c'mon. I'll just block him, it’s really not that serious—”

“No, but it is! It’s exactly that serious! He doesn't get to call you an idiot! That’s reserved for me only, damn it.” He exploded, focusing on the lighter part of the message. He didn't know what he'd do if he let the worse parts linger in his mind.

You couldn't say anything as he had already hit the call button on Derek's contact. Before stepping out into the hallway, he told you to pause the movie, making you smile despite everything else going on.

The door muffled the words leaving Nick's mouth, but you could hear his tone. He was completely enraged.

He came back in a few moments later, a proud smile on his face. "Well, that's taken care of," he said as he handed your phone back to you.

You blocked Derek's number and tossed your phone to the side.

"Thank you, Nick," you said sincerely.

"No problem, no one should talk to you like that. If he tries anything, you tell me."

You nodded at his words. No one had ever really stood up for you like that...

You pressed play on the remote and leaned against him.

Jess finally came home about 5 minutes from the end of the movie. She noticed you and Nick on the couch and her gaze shifted to the TV. She looked back at you.

"Oh, (Y/n)... I'm so sorry," she said, her face dropping.

"It's okay, I'm... okay. Let me finish this and we'll talk, yeah?" You asked. Jess nodded with a sad smile, and made her way to her room.

As the movie ended, you looked at Nick. "Well?" you asked expectantly.

He tried to hold in his smile as he shrugged and said, "It wasn't that bad, I guess."

You helped him gather the empty beer bottles and he told you to go talk to Jess after.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, taking him by surprise. He paused for a moment before doing the same.

"Thank you, Nick." You looked up at him. "For everything."

He smiled down at you. "You don't have to thank me, (Y/n). You know I'm here."

"I know," You said. You leaned up and quickly kissed his cheek before leaving the embrace and rushing into Jess' room.

She immediately patted the spot on her bed next to her, urging you to talk about what happened.

"Well, let's start with the most recent thing first," You started, looking down with a soft smile. "That crush on Nick isn't going away anytime soon..."

[morihaus]

Breath

"I thought it would make for a good story!"

A son of Skyrim sits on a log far, far away from the snowy shores of his birth. Beside him sit two fellow warriors, one from this land of dragons in the East, and the other from a land of swords even further East than that. When Njorri bellows out his explanation, the Yokudan cracks a small smile, while the Tsaesci's eyes bore into him.

"It's a lovely fine country you have here. It's hot! But not as hot as Morrowind, so it suits me more! And I ain't got any ash in my beard, like my cousin Holf is always complaining about."

"That's why you're interfering with our sacred hunt?" Siek-Shirue asks, eyes sharp like her tongue.

Njorri laughs and waves a massive hand. "Oh, nooo, I wouldn't say 'interfere!' I'm fit to help you! My da use to hunt dragons all the time."

A laugh bubbles up from Ensaf, the third who has merely played the spectator up til now. "Quite the name to live up to."

"Ain't nothin' special. Not like traveling all this way out East-- across that cursed ocean no less!"

The armored Akaviri turns to Ensaf now. "And why are you here?"

The trained fighter can recognize an itchiness about her 'host's sword-arm, the way her hand sits on her opposite thigh, inches from her scabbard; she knows that, even without any apparent weapon, Ensaf could produce one out of thin-air with only a breath.

"Me? Well, I'm looking for a story of my own." She adjusts herself on the log, easing up on her posture to try and relax the other woman. "You see, in the land where I come from, just about every swordsman's done something incredible. There's nothing left to make a name for yourself. But here... I can do something no one else has. At least no one from Yokuda." Leaning back, she tears her eyes away from her host and looks up at the clear skies of the steppe where the day is giving way to nightfall. "I'd heard rumors from sailors about an island full of dragons to the West... wasn't sure they were true until today."

"You've got no dragons back home?" Njorri asks, leaning over Siek to do so.

Ensaf shakes her head. "Afraid not. Plenty of serpents, but none that fly through the air like that... I would've picked a better opening if I had realized how fast they move."

"No dragons??? Skyrim used to be lousy with dragons, and so did this place, I hear, before Sek here and her pals--"

At this junction, Siek shoves the tall Nord back with a sudden burst of force, barking out a single syllable as the thrust of her hand sends him spilling across the grass of the camp. "Siek." She affirms, curling her lip up at the boisterous foreigner. Her fellow blades look over at the commotion, hands at their swords before she waves them off, assuring them things hadn't broken down... at least not yet.

Ensaf narrows her eyes in the split second it takes place, perking an ear and trying to tune in. As Njorri's dusting himself off, she leans forward again and looks to the Tsaesci. "That was the same technique you used to disarm my Shehai, wasn't it?"

Siek turns to face her, but defensive walls are clearly still up. After a moment of eyeing her up, she replies. "Yes. The Kiai is the greatest power we wield as Tsaesci."

"It's a lot like the Thu'um!" Njorri remarks, unbothered as he returns to his seat.

Siek whips her head around to him, riled up by that notion. "NO, it is not!

"You shout, things happen, sounds like Thu'um to me."

"You are a moron and an interloper! Your know nothing of what you say!"

Ensaf interjects. "Care to explain what it is then?"

"Ooh, please! I'd love to hear a story from a Tsaesci!" Njorri enthusiastically chimes in, the two warriors looking to their interrogator with inquisitive eyes.

She stops and takes a breath to center herself, finding it important to tell this story right, even if it's only for the benefit of two strangers who meddled with their hunt.

"Long ago... these lands were ruled by dragons. Our ancestors worshiped them as gods, fearful of their power, but in truth, their power came from the spirits of the world itself. Our arbitrary masters had stolen it with their domineering language. Our Mother, Tserida-Shak, learnt this from the Teacher, Boesha, who taught her the path of Tsaescence and the secret language of creation. Using the world's alphabet, Tserida-Shak spoke the first Kiai into the world, using it to kill the word in the dragon's throat. With our new martial art, we began our hunt to destroy all dragonkind and our duty to defend creation."

Njorri and Ensaf listen intently, poring over the words of this legend.

Predictably, the affable Nord replies first. "Not a bad story, but, it's a little tired, ain't it?"

"What?" Siek asks, disgusted.

Njorri waves his hands to and fro as he talks. "Men ruled by dragons, someone teaches them how to fight back, they do-- I mean, we Nords for example, we learned it from Paarthurnax, since Kyne told him so--"

"'Paarthurnax?'" Siek grows suddenly inquisitively, as well as revolted. "A dragon??? You were taught by a dragon???"

"Well, sure! How else do ya expect a man to learn dragon’s talk?"

Siek suddenly regards Njorri with an odd mixture of pity and loathing, wondering whether his people were still living under a different sort of tyranny, or if they were all-too willing servants who traded their dignity and humanity for power over other mortals.

Ensaf cuts through the tension. "It's actually not too different from how we learned sword-singing..." She offers, successfully distracting Siek from her disgust. With both of the other warriors looking at her, she elaborates. "Our people have always had many enemies, without and within, and many gods of the sword took pity on us. Onsi taught us how to make them, but it was Leki who sang us the secrets of mastery. She made the sword our soul. From there, we learned to make our souls to swords."

The Yokudan stretches out her open hand and begins to speak, or sing, her own language, belting out a few syncopated notes. A bright glow emanates from her whole body before beginning to coalesce, traveling down her arm and taking shape in her hand. With a flash, she now holds a long, curved sword that seems to shimmer like the surface of a pond. Even as Ensaf stops singing, Njorri and Siek can still hear the blade humming the tune.

"That's..." Siek begins, her voice fallen to a hush.

"Shor's Bones! You're doin' that all on your own???" Njorri interjects, leaning in closer to inspect the weapon. "That right there's some clever craft if I've ever seen it! Never thought of usin' the Thu'um for somethin' like that!"

Ensaf laughs, taking the Nord much more lightly. "I'm not sure it's all too similar to what you two do with your voices... I'm not communing with any spirits. Put simply, this is all me." She takes a moment to admire her Shehai, a great point of pride for her as a Sword Saint. Even if the battles she's won or the quests she's gone on pale in comparison to many of her illustrious peers, this sword still stands as her one grand accomplishment, totally unique to herself.

"You're right..." Siek is still quite amazed at the display. "We use our own spirits in the Kiai as well, but we don't... at least, I have never heard of a Blade who could call upon such a well of power from within." She manages to tear her eyes away from the still-singing sword and look Ensaf in the eye. "That aerial slash of yours-- I thought Ilni's winds had carried it for you, yet it was this 'Shehai' of yours?"

Ensaf nods. "Though now that you mention it, I suppose I could've used some help in landing it. Maybe next time I'll ask them." She offers Siek a smile along with this well-meaning jest. In all honesty, the woman's story had piqued her curiosity. It could be interesting to bring a few of her tricks back to Yokuda with her.

Njorri loudly concurs with Siek's observation. "I've heard rumors-- tall tales and all that, not so trustworthy as they are entertaining-- that some Tongues can use the Thu'um to change themselves, the way we can change the Qethsegolle by arguin' with 'em."

"Arguing?" Siek interjects, glancing back at Njorri as he once more leads her to question his morals.

"Aye, arguin'. Y'see, we Nords can't go about it exactly like dragons. With dragons, they just shout so great and loud that the Qethsegolle go 'alright, alright!' and do whatever it is they want. Blast this mountain over there, blow these clouds away, set that man on fire-- that sorta thing." The way he describes the interaction so simply, like a children's game, rubs her entirely the wrong way. Whether Njorri is blissfully ignorant of this or simply affords fellow men the same irreverence as he does the spirits, she does not know, but he continues speaking nonetheless. "We men ain't as loud as dragons by nature, so we've got to be a little more subtle, eh? Persuade the spirits! It's all about spinning the right words with the right tones, making this-do-that or you-go-here or whatever it is you're tryin' for! The Qethsegolle aren't a prickly sort-- 'least most of 'em aren't. They're busy keepin' the house Shor built standin' upright, so they're distracted most of the time. It's easy to slip things by 'em if you say 'em right."

It sounds like just another deceit to Siek, but Njorri, of course, views it all in good fun.

He turns back to Ensaf and guffaws. "Guess your sword-singin' cuts out the middle man, eh?" The Nord bellows out a laugh.

Ensaf joins him, but she also notices Siek still hasn't quite come around to the two strangers just yet, fascinated as she may be by her Shehai. If they were going to have any chance of sticking around and seeing this hunt through, they'd need to find some more common ground.

Her spirit sword still singing, Ensaf looks up at the stars above them. "We have a lot in common... but there's an old saying in Yokuda: 'you can't see the view from atop his feet.'" She gracefully turns the point of her blade down to the ground, resting it against the earth. "No two people can really, truly see the same thing the same way. Right now, we can't see the same stars, because I can't sit where you're sitting. I don't know anything about dragons or earthly spirits because we couldn't be farther apart when we were all children. We could spin yarns all night and we'd still be no closer to understanding it all."

Njorri easily accepts this treatise on subjectivity given his cultural proclivity towards tale-telling, though Siek waits to hear where the Yokudan is going with this.

"But different as we may be, I've always seen two things that all us folk have in common." Ensaf smiles. "We breathe, and we sing."

"Sing?" Siek raises a brow.

"Oh yes! We Nords love to sing! I s'pose I should've guessed Yokudans do, given the sword and all!" Njorri cranes his neck down to look at their captor. "What of you, Siek? Do the Tsaesci sing?"

"Well of course." She replies almost defensively. "But I don't see why that--"

"Go on, share a song with us." Ensaf urges. "All this talk of your great hunts and dragon-slaying, you must have some raucous ballads."

At the continued insistence of these two interlopers, Siek-Shirue relents. She begins to regale them, softly at first, with some anthems of war, rhythmic lyrics that sing to the glories of Tsae and the noble cause of the Tsaesci. Njorri begins to slap his knee to the beat, while Ensaf nods her head and taps her foot. The two even start to pick up some of the words.

Their impromptu and largely unintentional revelry does not escape the attention of the rest of Siek's unit, who become easily gripped by the infectious songs of their people. Before Siek knows what's happened to her, she's leading her whole company plus two foreigners in the devotional ballads of Boesha 1-13.

It's only natural that a Tongue and a Sword-Singer would take to song so easily, learning more, perhaps, from the joint fervor of this merry ritual than they ever could have through idle conversation. As the night wears on and tensions subside, they even share some of the songs of Skyrim and Yokuda with their new fellows, and just as they had learned, now the Tsaesci learn of their new companions through the most expedient method: their breath, and their songs.

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Can't think straight when we are together Pt. 2 [Nessian smut]

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A/N: Don't mind me, I'm just posting a second part to this a year after because I think I know what I want to do with this fic. It's been a year, so if you want to be removed or added to the tagging list, let me know, I just copied the one I had.

He had played well enough to celebrate the victory and mean it. It had been a great game. Tense, to say the least, but in a good way. The type of tense that pushed Cassian to do better. He was not the captain of the football team, Rhy was, but Cassian had been named MVP of the college league the last two seasons, and he planned on keeping the title this year as well now that graduation time was approaching and the draft peaked on the horizon. Preassure to give his all on the field was always welcomed. And if a certain pretty brunette showed up to watch, even if she was accompanied by some other dude, then his teammates could count on Cassian pushing himself to the limit.

Cassian slurred each syllable when he spoke, even if he wasn't drunk yet. "It's too hot in here, I need some air." Az only nodded. Not that the music being blasted through the speakers would have allowed him to be heard anyway. 

The crowd dancing in Feyre's basement, drinking and making out in the darkest corners of the room, forced him to use his elbows to push people in reaching for the stairs. Circumventing these college students proved as challenging as dodging some of his rivals hours earlier. Cassian tightly secured his red cup as he made his way up. Although Feyre's house was not their most frequent meetup place, Cassian had been in there enough times to know where each room was. To know the basement had a door to the garden behind the house, but if he instead used the stairs, he would find himself in the entry hall at the top.

So he went up, and just as he emerged in the predicted space, the front door was being opened by one of his best friends. Mor gave a squeak and jumped to hug him. "Congrats on the win, big boy!" Cassian hugged her back, and she had to go on her tiptoes so her arms could reach around his neck. He thanked her with a shit-eating grin. Both knew this had been one of his best games this season.

"Where were you? I was starting to think I would have to drain the keg all by myself." He joked, momentarily postponing his planned trip for this quick chat. 

"The cheer team had a pre-party I couldn't miss." Mor explained. Cassian didn't believed her, though, as most of the cheer team had arrived before him at the party.

"Excuse me." The soft voice behind them was followed by an even softer touch as Gwyneth Berdara slightly pushed his arm.

Only then did Cassian realize Mor and he were blocking the front door. He quickly let go of his friend's waist and took a step back, leaving enough room between the blond cheerleader and himself for Gwyneth to walk out. She did so without a word or a second look at them. The sudden panic taking over Cassian was enough to block the shame he should have felt instead. He saw the redhead reach for her phone as soon as she stepped outside, right before the door closed behind her. His widen his eyes went back to his friend, who seemed oblivious to the gravity of what had just happened. Only then did he notice who the varsity jacket Mor was wearing belonged to. A siren went off inside his head. Shit. Cassian hadn't noticed she was wearing his name and number. He had assumed it belonged to whatever player she had been screwing before coming to the party.

Surely Gwyn had noticed as well.

Shit.

"It that my jacket?" Obviously, it was. 

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I was cold and kept it. Do you want it back?" She offered it, but didn't take it off. She pouted, knowing he would let her keep it. It would be useless to ask for it now, anyway.

"I thought you gave it to Nesta. Like I asked you to." 

How tight had he and Mor been hugging when Gwyn appeared out of thin air? He wasn't sure. He tried to remember if his name on the back of the jacket had been visible to the girl, but soon discovered that he couldn't. A message had probably been sent from Gwyn's phone to Nesta's describing what she thought she had seen. She would be wrong in her assumption, but it kind of made his planned trip to the second floor redundant now, nevertheless.

"She didn't want it, Cass. I promise I offered it to her, and she said she already had a jacket. Now, I don't know if she meant hers or the jacket that guy besides her was wearing."

Cassian closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Shit Mor, you should have told me. I thought she had taken it."

"Hey, don't be upset with me. It's not my fault." She protested, her pouting lips now more exaggerated. "To be honest, I think this was for the best. Please, Cass, I am begging you to put two and two together and realize that she didn't want your name on her back because she simply doesn't want you. Or else, she wouldn't have gone to the game with a date."

His head snapped at that. "So it was a date? How would you know?" Cassian had always trusted Mor's intuition in this area. She understood girls' behavior way better than he did.

Taking the red cup from his hand and sipping from it, Mor rolled her eyes. "Listen, I don't want to hurt your feelings, especially not tonight, but Nesta Archeron doesn't give a fuck about football, so if her pretty ass was there, it had to be that guy's idea. And she must like him a lot to agree to the plan. Did she tell you she would be there?" He said no with his head. "And why is that? Because she..." Mor pushed a finger against his chest. "Doesn't. Care. About. You."

Cassian just stood there, unconvinced. He wished Mor had insisted more.

"But I still went up there to their seats and offered, like you asked me to, because I do care about you." She kept going. "As does Rhys. Do you think he would like to find out you are trying to get into Nesta's pants?" She arched an eyebrow. "You know he is not precisely fond of her."

The silence, Cassian hoped, let Mor know he was not in the mood to get deeper into that conversation right now. "Yeah, you are right." He considered taking his cup back, but decided not to. Mor could keep his cup and take it downstairs with her advice and opinions. He had to go up, he was now determined. "Az was asking for you down there." The cheerleader's face lightened when he changed the subject, suddenly reminded that there was, in fact, a party waiting for her in the basement.

"Shall we go?" She offered.

"I was actually looking for a bathroom." Cassian excused himself. "I don't trust the one downstairs." He joked. She didn't push it, she simply gave him another quick hug and headed towards the music.

He gave himself a second to clear his head. To mentally curse himself, Mor and this night that had seemed so full of potential until five minutes ago. The stairs to the second floor of the Archeron's house were right there. I should go to her room, Cassian told himself. To explain myself. And so, with the confidence only a guy like him could have, he resumed his original route towards Nesta Archeron's bedroom.

Unknown territory.

It would be easy for him to pitch himself tonight. Pitching both of them, actually, presents Nesta with the idea of what they could become. In a perfect scenario, Nesta would listen. In the case that Gwyneth had misinformed her of what she thought she had seen in the hall, it might require a little more convincing. But Cassian made his way up, truly believing this would be the night he told Nesta what he wanted.

Loud and clear.

The hallway he ended up in was silent, as if there was no party happening in the basement at that very moment. It was pitch dark, and wanting to be as sneaky as possible, instead of turning on the lights, Cassian used his phone's flashlight to find Nesta's bedroom door. A decorative piece of wood in the shape of a perfect "N" hang from the door. Knowing all the residents of the house except Feyre —downstairs— and Nesta herself —at the other side of the wooden panel— were away, he knocked, not allowing his confidence to slip away.

Yes, Nesta had refused to take his jacket when Mor offered it in his name, but not once had she said no to fucking him. If she knew he was on the other side of the door, she would open it for him. When she didn't answer, Cassian knocked again. "Nes, it's me." He had to wait again, but this time he heard the muffled footsteps getting closer. Then, the door opened, and Cassian's grin returned to his face. "Hey." He leaned on the door, knowing from experience that women found the way his muscles flexed to be sexy.

Nesta's half-closed eyes didn't really react, though. "What do you want?" She asked bluntly.

"Were you sleeping?" The question was a courtesy. He could smell in the thick air of the room what she had been up to, despite the open window by the bed. The red eyes were proof as well.

"Yes." She lied. "Did you get lost?" Her sexy lack of patience was amusing and just what he had wanted to be greeted by.

There was soft music playing from her phone on the bed. "I'm almost where I want to be, actually." Cassian said, his eyes wandering through the room behind his girl.

The eye contact that followed was intense. Cassian wouldn't break it, he could stare at her annoyed frown for ages and never get tired. And Nesta wouldn't either, as she simply couldn't stand to lose. She had her hair up in a ponytail that had been perfectly neat maybe an hour ago and now struggled to contain a few pieces of hair that were too short in the front and framed her face. Although Cassian was sure there were a pair of shorts on her legs, they weren't visible under the big t-shirt she used as pajamas. The band logo was unrecognizable after so many trips to the washing machine over the years.

Knowing very few people were allowed to see the perfect Nesta Archeron looking this disheveled, but he was, only filled his chest with excitement. Because not only was he allowed to see it, he was also allowed to take her out of those clothes and make an even bigger mess of her.

"Are you going to stand there forever?"

"Until you invite me in." He retorted.

She rolled her eyes, but stepped to the side and opened the door enough for him to enter. He walked to the middle of the room and heard the door close behind him. "I don't think I've ever seen your bedroom." She didn't answer, nor did she address his presence when she walked back to her bed and jumped in. Cassian just stood there, taking in the empty white walls, the blue stripes of her sheets, and the fluffy rug in the middle of the room.

"I hate shoes inside the house." Cassian needn't be told twice. His socks were stark white, and Nesta took notice. Hers were as well. "Matching," she mumbled distractedly.

The only light came from a round lamp by her bed. It was warm and threw yellowy shades across the walls, the bed and her face. She looked relaxed, and Cassian wondered if he had ever seen her like this. So calm and comfortable. He absolutely hadn't. He would remember. Like he remembered the first and only time he had made her laugh out loud —and actually chuckle. Cassian felt like he should have, though. Hadn't he made her feel good in his arms? He had. Six times, no less.

But Nesta hadn't looked this at ease. Almost the opposite, he realized. She had wanted to get out of his embrace as soon as they were done. She always ran from him.

Well, not anymore. Tonight, he would demand she give him more —at least a chance—, or else they would be done forever.

Please, prove them wrong, he begged her. Prove you do care about me.

From the bed, Nesta stretched her arm to open a drawer. "Do you want some?" An untouched joint was offered to him.

"I've been told I am insufferable when I am drunk and high." He joked. Nesta's lips curled up, remembering the moment she spoke those words.

"You really are." She scouted to the side, leaving room for him on the bed. "But you are not drunk, though."

Absolutely not. He needed his mind to be clear for this. Nesta's parted lips were distracting enough. Her smell. The skin of her thigh hot against the back of his hand when he sat down. Their eyes met, and Cassian cursed himself for accepting the silent offer and getting in her bed. This was not what he had come up here for.

Had she not leaned in, Cassian might had found in him the strength to get up again. But she did lean in, and his body followed suit. She kissed him. He kissed her back, and Nesta was quick to make it deeper, to make it hungry and needy. His hand cupping her face was meant to steady them, as surely were Nesta's on his hair. And his arm finding its place around her waist, or her legs now straddling him.

Yes, when his hand left her pretty face and met its double on Nesta's other hip, his goal was to make sure she was comfortably sitting on top of him. The grinding it caused was collateral damage. The seam of his jeans rubbed the right inch on her body, and soon Nesta was moaning in his mouth.

Hadn't she leaned in, Cassian would be standing on the fluffy carpet, pouring his heart out for her. But she did. And so he was now stripping her of her t-shirt and delighting himself in the realization that Nesta had not been wearing any kind of shorts under it. Just some lovely black panties he was quick to pull aside.

"Fuck!" She let out when his fingers pushed inside her. She was soaking wet just from making out.

There was no excuse for that.

"Tell me what you want." He demanded.

With her mouth open in a silent exclamation, Nesta rode his hand like she should be riding his cock. He curled his two fingers inside her, making her tremble. To keep her balance, Nesta's palms came to rest on his chest, supporting her weight. With her arms at her sides and her back arched, Nesta's tits were pushed right to his face. Not wanting to disrespect his host, Cassian's mouth was on them in an instant.

Hadn't she leaned in...

Nesta tried her best to contain her whimpers, and he did his best to steal new ones from her lips. "Tell me what you want." He repeated, now that Nesta was approaching her climax.

"I just want to come." She pleaded. Her gray eyes found his and gave him that look that almost had him coming in his pants. "Please, Cassian, make me come."

"And what do I get?" He teased, freeing her nipples from the pleasure and torture of his tongue on them. She shuddered, probably feeling the cold now that they were wet with his saliva.

Nesta didn't answer, so he had to be tougher on her. She was lost in her thoughts, bouncing on his hand and enjoying the feeling of his thumb on her clit. With his left hand, Cassian halted her movement just so he could slip his right from under her. Nesta whimpered again, but this time it was unsatisfaction what lingered on her pouting lips. An unexpected swat across her butcheeks made her jump slightly. It had taken her by surprise, although it shouldn't have. She knew what would come when she didn't answer him the first time. "What do I get, Nes?" Cassian was getting tired of repeating himself. She knew better. He spanked her again, just because he wanted to see her tits bounce in his face when she felt it and reacted.

Like a cat, Nesta stretched her body and rested it flat on top of his, gaining access to his neck and covering it in kisses. It was Cassian's turn to groan, more so when she nibbled his earlobe, and he practically melted when Nesta's plump lips sought his again. She was such a smooth kisser, so good at it, Cassian almost forgot she was the one supposed to be begging for his touch, not the other way around. He rolled over, pressing her against the bed now, and grabbed her tits with perhaps more force than needed. Not that Nesta ever complained about sex getting a bit rough. He kneaded them and pulled her nipples to his will, enjoying how hard they got against his palms and how she arched her back for more. When her tongue entered his mouth, Cassian knew she was desperate.

"Anything you want." She promised, thinking she knew exactly what he would take as compensation. "You can have me any way you want, but please," A pause to let out a moan right by his ear, "please, make me come."

Cassian was quick enough in taking down his jeans that Nesta didn't complain about his warm body leaving hers. He wasn't quick enough to put on the condom she handed him from the bedside table, though, so Nesta got on her knees in front of him, matching his pose, and started kissing him again whilst he opened the silver square and wrapped himself in the rubber. When he was done, Cassian wasn't able to tell who was hornier. He only knew one second his hands were in Nesta's ass, taking her in the air, so she could wrap her legs around him, and the next he had slammed their bodies against the mattress again and was fucking her for all he was worth.

It would have been great to say she came quickly and repaid the favor by sucking him, but after all that grinding, Cassian was as close to coming as she was. She squeezed him so tightly he stood no chance, and soon they were both panting, Cassian all the way in and Nesta holding on to him like her life depended on it, needing him even closer. When the climax ran through them, Cassian didn't pull out, nor did she urge him to. Instead, her fingertips started dancing through his back. Making circles at first, then more complicated shapes. Something like triangles, then curves, and more sharp angles right after.

Cassian thanked his past self for staying sober tonight, so he was conscious enough to understand the meaning of the lines she drew.

"Come on a date with me." He whispered against her ear.

"No." Her answer came immediately. Not harshly, at least not with the intention to be harsh. She said the wordas a matter of fact. Empty of feeling.

He closed his eyes. Why? Wasn't this what she wanted? For him to be blunt with his expectations? "You said anything I wanted." Cassian reminded her. He didn't move. Their bodies were still tangled over her bed: him inside her, her legs caging his waist, and her arms hugging his neck. How could Nesta reject him while holding him with such care? 

As if she had read his mind, Nesta let go of him completely, and he had no choice but to sit up. Somehow quicker than Cassian had been when he took them out, Nesta gave him his underwear and jeans back for him to put them on. "I meant something like a blowjob and to swallow." Her coarse words hurt his ego more than his feelings. He didn't answer.

Cassian got up and pulled up his pants, then seated himself again and stared at her, a question in his eyes. She could read it—she in fact did—, but didn't answer. Cassian wondered, had she not leaned in, would he have been brave enough to ask her out with the words he had carried from the football field? Would the result have been the same, or was the fact that they always fucked first, talked later what made them go in circles?

"It was a good game. You did good." Her suddenly bringing that up only made things more awkward. 

"Yeah." Cassian would rather leave now than sit through the silence that followed. He stayed, though, waiting for who knows what to happen and fix the atmosphere, to turn it into... what, exactly? She must have felt it too —the lack of appropriate words to end this night.

Cassian ran a hand through his hair. Nesta fixed it, her touch a ghost. He looked at her and demanded an explanation with just a stare. Nesta didn't give him that either.

"You should go down." She told him. There was no sharpness in her tone, and maybe that was her way of saying she was sorry.

Accepting his fate and just wanting to leave on a good note, Cassian raised a teasing eyebrow and eyed what was between her legs.

"Not that." There it was: the eye rolling, the cute annoyance. "I meant downstairs, to the party. They are probably looking for you."

Indeed.

"You are saying a lot of things you don't mean tonight, Nes. It's kind of confusing."

The accusation finally woke her up from the post-orgasm haze. She jumped out of bed, leaving her t-shirt behind, and going for the door. "You are confusing." Her voice told Cassian she meant it.

"I think I've made myself pretty clear, though. Haven't I?" He took his shoes in one hand and followed her.

"Haven't I?" She retorted, turning around to face him. The defiance in her eyes burned bright, giving her an intimidating glow that compensated her lack of a top. Cassian didn't even look at her tits.

She opened the door for him. He closed it before the gap was wide enough for him to go through.

"Would it kill you to give me a chance?" He finally spat. 

"A chance for what, Cassian? What exactly do you expect? To continue with the fucking, but once a week, grab dinner together?" 

"Well, yeah." Cassian still couldn't understand what was so awful about spending time with him outside their bedroom, a small bathroom or an empty classroom. Be seen out in the open, grab her hand and kiss it just because he feels like it. For Nesta to wear his jersey to his games and celebrate with him and his friends afterward. Grab dinner when their schedules allow, and then go home together.

Nesta held his stare, and this time he couldn't read it. Which could only mean she didn't want him to. Cassian sighed.

"Okay, so whatever I want?" He brought up Nesta's sex-induced promise again. "Just give me a reason I can understand." When she opened her mouth, Cassian's finger sealed it again. "If you want a guy to get you drinks at a party, why can't it be me? If you want to hang out with a guy on a Friday night and go watch a game together,  why won't you let it be me? And don't give me an I don't like you, because you clearly do. What is so awful about me that you don't want to even try?"

When she closed her eyes, unable to look into his, Cassian's heart sank, understanding that there was a reason after all.

"I've tried." She confessed. "I've seen what spending time with you is like, and I don't want it." Not only didn't Cassian interrupt her, but he urged her to keep going, curious to see where she was going. "I've been in a room with you and your friends and remember what was said to me for even looking in your direction a little too long." She started counting with her fingers. "I've spent the afternoon with you guys and been completely ignored by every single one, including you, although I was invited to be there. We've had lunch, I've been trapped at one of your dinner parties and on Feyre's birthday, and there is nothing you can possibly offer me in a relationship to make up for how awful I've been treated every single time and how you did nothing to stop it from happening. How stupid do you think I am to sign up for that again?"

Cassian was equal parts offended on his friend's behalf and his own. Had it been anyone else in front of him, he wouldn't have bitten his tongue at the insult to his friends. They had never spoken ill of her to her face or purposefully tried to exclude her. She simply didn't fit in with the group, and that was okay. They could spend time alone.

"If that is what I'm getting myself into..." She corrected herself, saying, "If that is what you can offer me, then I don't want it."

"Don't you think a relationship is a little more complicated than liking my friends or not?"

"I am in Pre-Med, Cassian, I don't have the time for complicated. I want easy. This..." She signaled between the two, "This is easy. And I like it a lot."

It was his time to be cold. "Sorry, but this won't do it for me." Cassian took a step back, putting much-needed physical space between them. "Obviously, I can't be with someone who thinks that about my friends."

She agreed and stepped to the side, making room to open the door for him. "And I can't be with someone who would let their friends say exactly the same things about me." It was the brief silence as the words sank in what pushed her to keep going. "To be honest, and I am not saying this to be hurtful, you don't deserve more."

Cassian only nodded, not necessarily in agreement, not fully differing either. He understood.

"Have a good life, Nes." He just walked away.

[dayseedrawz2]

What if Caine accidentally bites Pomni instead of ‘Trying’ to give her a kiss? Like he’d freak out like she broke a bone or something extreme and he’d try and beg for forgiveness, while she’s just standing there confused lol

(Just a tiny idea for a one-shot?

Oh goodie!! My first request!! Thanks!!

Now let's see here...

*cracks knuckles*

Accident - Showtime (C×P) One-shot!

REQUESTED BY: Anon

ASKBOX/REQUESTS: OPEN

☆Caine☆

♧Pomni♧

The adventure was over. Most of the cast had already gone to their rooms to sleep. Or... try to at least. Except for Pomni. She was the last to leave. Instead, she was alongside Caine. Why? She didn't know!? To get answers, maybe? She's still a bit shook about the whole "being stuck for eternity" thing.

On the other hand, Caine was rather content with the situation. More than that, in fact. He wasn't sure what it was exactly, but something about her gave him this overwhelming feeling. This would be the day he finally sucomed to it... But first, he'd need permission from his beloved good buddy 'ol pal, Pomni!

☆Pomni...? ...Pomni!!☆

Pomni snapped out of her episode

♧Huh!? Wha!? What's- oh... It's you...♧

☆Apologies, dear. I was hoping to ask you a quick question...☆

He seemed a bit more tense than usual.

♧Uhh... alright, shoot.♧

☆So... I've been doing a bit more research lately, and I was wondering if I could try something..?☆

Although hesitant, Pomni decided she may as well let him. I mean, she's already been tortured to the limit. But at the same time, she didn't really care at this point...

♧Uhh... sure. But if this is some sorta scheme, I swear-♧

☆Mwah!☆

He was so unaware of himself that he didn't even realize he had actually bit her ceek until-

♧OW! CAINE WHAT THE F#@& WAS THAT FOR???♧

She clutched her face where the bite was

Upon realizing what he'd done, Caine grew frantic

☆P-pomni!! Oh my goodness a-are you alright?? You're not hurt, are you?? Oh, what have I done?! I-I'm terribly sorry!! Please forgive me, dear! I didn't mean to! I don't know why, I just-☆

Pomni could only stand there in confusion as he wrapped his arms onto her leg, begging for forgiveness.

♧Wh- I- but you- WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO!?♧

He continued sobbing on the floor

♧... It's fine... I- I forgive you... Just- tell me what's going on??♧

Caine couldn't find the words for her question, but that didn't matter. He was more extatic at the fact that Pomni was okay.

☆Oh, thank you, my dear!! Thank you!! I couldn't bear the thought of hurting any of my members, especially you!!☆

He wrapped her in a tight hug

♧Y-you're welcome... I guess...?♧

He quickly let go, realizing his unawareness

☆Oh- uh- right... no touching... again, my apologies...☆

Pomni managed to crack a soft smile

♧No worries... At least you remembered...♧

And... I think I'll end it there!! Boy, that took longer than anticipated!

Thanks again for the request!!

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send  💬  for  an  angsty  starter . — Soupmates. Coward. :3

oooo im gonna Getcha oooooo~

"Heya Shades, I'm hoooome!" Singsonged with a backwards kick to shut the door as he shucked off his coat. "Beartrap is stayin' over at Trixie's, so it's just you 'n me tonight!" A stumbling pair of thuds as shoes were removed. "Man, you should'a seen her today! She was awesome! We-" Wait.

Something wasn't right.

"Uh...Rick? You home?" Gio knew he was home, his coat and scarf were still hanging by the door. He never went anywhere without them. "Ricky? Buddy?" Nothing. Rick always greeted them at the door no matter how long they'd been gone. "Riiiick?" Not a sound.

Okay, he was starting to panic now.

Giovanni checked every single place a grown man could hide, behind the couch, under the sink, in the bathtub, under the bed...only place left was the closet in their bedroom.

"Ricky? You in there?" Pressing his ear to the door, he was met with the distant, muffled sound of crying. "I'm...I'm gonna open the door now...okay?" No answer.

With the slow squeak of hinges, the door was pulled open, the dim light emitting from the closed curtains across the room revealing the trembling visage of Rick where he was curled up in the corner on the floor.

"...Ricky?" Quiet, scared, worried, met without even a twitch.

Giovanni lowered himself to his knees and shuffled forwards just an inch at a time.

"Buddy? You okay?" Only the barest touch of fingertips against the icy skin of Rick's arm pulled forth a reaction, that being a sudden jolt backwards with a startled shout from the trembling man as his head hit the wall.

"Woah! Woah woah, it's okay! It's just me! It's Giovanni! Your bestest pal!" Hands held up in a placating manner, Giovanni shot his friend a shaky grin as he watched Rick's breathing grow painfully quick, that being the only sound between them for several agonizing minutes. Then, quiet, disbelieving:

"...Giovanni?" Gio didn't get to answer, the air being knocked frm his lungs as he was tackled into a bone crushing hug. "Itwasgoneitwasgone!!! Itwasthereandthenitwasgone!!!!!"

"Wait, hold on-" Any attempt to pull Rick away from his chest was futile with how tightly his arms held on. It's like...he was afraid that if he let Giovanni go, that he'd just...disappear. "Rick, you gotta breathe for me, okay? Can you do that? In and out, try to match mine....there ya go...." Slowly but surely, Rick was able to get a hold on his breathing. He was still overflowing with sobs and half formed words, but it was something. "It's okay, I got you...." Soft reassurances paired with the soothing rub of a hand between shaking shoulders was able to quiet those sobs, at least enough for Rick to get out-

"I thought you were dead!" Everything froze, everything except Rick's sobs now back near full force. "You were there, and then you were gone!"

"You...you thought I was dead?" A nod was pressed into his chest, Gio's mind trying to piece together this puzzle as more tears soaked into his shirt. "Wait...are you talking about our bond? It...you felt me there, and then you...didn't?"

"Yes!"

"That's....I was only at Trixie's." They all had made a habit to tell Rick if there was even a chance they'd be going too far for him to feel them, none of them wanting to repeat the incident that happened after the Neo Trio went on a field trip a few towns over.

It had taken hours to calm Rick down.

"You can still feel Trixie, can't you? And Molly?" A pause, Rick holding even his breath until he gave a slow nod in confirmation. "Well then why..." Oh.

Oh-

"Oh, Shit! Ricky- We...Molly's epithet, we wanted to see if she could dumb down someone else's, s-so I let her dumb down mine. It...it must have...Fuck, I'm so sorry Rick! If I had known I would have-" ...called.

"Rick that...that was hours ago! Have you...you've been sitting here this whole time, thinking I was dead?! Why didn't you just call me?" It was far from accusatory, the question hardly above a whisper.

"I...I DON'T KNOW!" Yelled into Gio's chest, a new wave of tears soaked into his shirt as stuttered apologies tried to break through the sobs. "I-I I'm s-s-sorry! I should have helped! I should have- I-I- I'm sorry, I was t-too scared to- t-t-to leave the cage-"

Everything came to a stop.

"What?" Rick couldn't breath. "What do you..." He was breathing too much. "Rick...look at me?" But he couldn't, his head shaking as he held Gio even tighter. He was afraid if he looked up, his fears would be true.

"Hey...It's okay...Rick, it's okay. I'm right here, I'm not goin' anywhere. You can even hear my heartbeat, see?" Soft spoken as a hand gently carded through dual colored locks, sobs quieted long enough for Rick to press an ear to Gio's chest-

Before crying even louder than before.

Gio didn't push, arms holding Rick tight as he cried himself out, only soft spoken reassurances whispered into the sweat and tear slicked hair stuck to Rick's forehead. Eventually, when wails mellowed out to just hiccups between breathes;

"Rick...what did you mean cage?" A question he regretted as soon as he asked, Rick hands holding onto the back of his shirt so tightly Gio thought it might rip. Before he could take it back, to tell Rick that he didn't have to explain if he didn't want to, Rick...started to talk.

And talk. And talk.

By the end, Giovanni was the one buried into Rick's chest while the wizard pet through pink locks, half sobbed rambling of how they were going to 'overthrow the aquatic government' the only thing he was able to really get out between stuttered hiccups. They stayed on the floor for what felt like hours, simply holding each other tight until tears eventually ceased to flow between the two of them, and breathing was only hitched with the occasional hiccup.

"Hey, we... we gotta redo the pact!" A sudden grasp at normality, a hope to move past all this, but Rick could only respond with a look of pure confusion.

"You...still wish to...but...am I not harmful to your image?" He as broken, pathetic. He'd hid in a closest instead of helping Giovanni in what he thought was his final moments.

He didn't deserve his friendship.

"Uh, yeah? Why wouldn't I? You're my minion! A good boss can't go around abandoning his minions for no reason." Said so confidently, like it was indisputable fact. "And you have the most epic supervillain backstory!" A bit of cheer found it's way back into Gio's voice as a palm wiped at his eyes, something that Rick was able to reflect in a shaky smile. "Not to mention you have a bitchin' villain name! Rick Shades! It's awesome!" Even as Rick laughed, he still felt...hollow. Giovanni had said he'd wanted to be his friend, but...nothing had happened.

Did...did he not mean it?

"Think about it! With how strong you are, and how awesome I am, we'll make the most epic team! The wORLD WILL COME TO FEAR US!!" Rick could only blink at first, Giovanni sounded so sincere, but...

"y-Yes! HAHA! EXACTLY!" Grabbing Gio's hand, he held it up between the two of them as he tried to grin back. "All the world will come to know of our names! And with such awe-inspiring POWER at our disposal, none shall be able to decline the mighty hand when extended in FRIENDSHIP!!"

Friendship that Giovanni didn't feel back anymore.

"Hell yeah, Odi! Oh wait, can I call you Odi?" A perplexing question, seeing as Rick Odi had said only his friends tended to call him that.

"Of course! Why wouldn't you-" Cut off by a gasp as an unexpected force gripped at his heart, Gio mirroring the same as they watched that familiar string reconnect between them. "...what just happened."

What?

"What do you mean, 'what just happened'! It's your epithet!" Hadn't this happened several times by now?

"Yes, but...it...has never worked that way before..." The hand not holding Gio's came to rest over his heart, Odi's brows knit tight with confusion.

"Wwwhaaat do you mean? You said you bonded with Bear Trap after she called you Odi, right? Because it meant you were friends? You said I could call you Odi, soooo..." A gesture between the two of them, something that only deepened Odi's confusion.

"But...you asked me." Oh.

OH.

"You asked me, and it...I've....never had anyone ask me to be their friend before..." Did...that mean it wasn't just a hollow connection? That...that the 'friendship' had to be mutually felt with those he connected with?

His friends...loved him just as must as he loved them?

"Oh..." More tears, but happy this time, a smile plastering itself to Odi's face as his free hand wiped at his eyes.

"Ooookay, I have no idea what's going on, buuuut I assume it a good thing?" A nod, Odi too busy laughing now as he gave up on drying his cheeks.

"Yes. It is...a very good thing." They all...they all really did care about him...

"Cool! Uh...weee should probably get off the floor, my back's kinda starting to hurt?" He was still pinned to the floor with Odi sprawled on top of him, not that he seemed to mind beyond his aching spine. "We can order something from that pizza place you like? And you can tell me all about this really good thing?" Shifting off of Gio, Odi gave a nod as he held out a hand to help his friend off the floor.

"First you must tell me about this 'special training' Molly partook in. Is she as strong as we believe her to be?" To his surprise, Giovanni took hold of his hand once more as he led them towards the door.

"Even stronger! You should've seen her, Odi! She was like 'Bear Claw'! And my epithet went 'whoosh'!" As he listened to Giovanni retell such a grand tale, neither of them seemed to realize Odi had only grabbed his scarf where it hung by the door. If he put on his coat, he'd have to let go of Giovanni's hand and...

He never wanted to let go. And Giovanni didn't either.

[theshimadaslovers]

IBA - INSPIRED BY ART

(BLACKWATCH X YOU FEM!READER)

Summary: You're the newest support of Blackwatch team, earlier, Mercy's assistance and student. The were all insecure about your staying in Blackwatch, cause you look so...nice.

Art by: hittower on tumblr

*After a long reunion with you, planning how the job is done and meeting everyone for the first time*

Gabe- Well...*sighs* That's it. I'm still pretty unsure about that, but...be welcome.

Cassidy- *looking at you*... how old are you again?

You- Hm? I'm in my 30...*confused*

Moira- Gabriel, are you sure that she should stay in Blackwatch?

Gabe- *shows a paper* Is on the paper...

You- Guys, I know...I look innocent and nice, not strong and rough...kind emo, like you guys, but I promise, I'm here to help anyway! *smile*

Cass- You were a Mercy student, aren't ya? Nanobiotic tech?

You- Yes, sir.

Moira- *roll eyes* At least is not gonna be all in my back... I almost died last mission trying to save a suicide ninja...

Cass- *chuckles* Yeah...Moira can't keep up with Genji, right buddy? *look at him beside him*

You- I can keep up, don't worry, I'm a former military and worked in a short period of time in a"ninja" experience project.

Genji- *frowned face* Ninja project?

You- Yes, trained by Asa Yamagami sensei. *smile and Genji eye went wide open* at the time, before Overwatch, the military was training to make some spys, ninjas, something like that, to infiltrating important establishments, like Talon, for example.

Gabe- Yeah, I remember that, Morrison denied... *sighs* He was thinking in doing that with Overwatch, but...we don't have "ninjas" enough and we don't have time to recruit.

You- Well, I'm in. Anything, I'll be here.

Genji- Asa Sensei?

You- Hm? Oh yeah, I imagined that you could know her.

Genji- She trained me and my brother since little...*sighs* Is a surprise that you knew her.

Cass- I wanna be trained by her too...*smirk*

Gabe- Right! The reunion is over... *gets up* And y/n...y/n, right?

You- Yes, sir.

Gabe- Later, show a little bit of your skills, all of them *left the room*

You- *smile* Sure!

Moira- I got some dirty experiments to finish...*vanished*

Cass- And I! Need a beer *gets up* You come, Genji? I bought the one you like.

Genji- *gets up* I rather stay today with y/n...

You- *surprised* Oh...you can go, Genji. It's ok~

Genji- I...wanna talk a little bit about normal stuffs.

Cass- Normal stuffs? Right *laughs hugging him by the shoulder* Heey...is just me or I'm feeling a different tension coming from my pal Genji?

Genji- Hm...*getting annoyed*

You- Ah...I...*laughs* What?

Cass- You know, come on, girl! The way this emo guy here is...he would never rather talk to someone.

Genji- Cole...shut...up.

Cass- Since you got here he have being acting a little weird, ya know? I swear I saw him blush! I swear! And I'm a man of word...!!!! *picture; elbow on the face* OW...! OUCH! *Hands on the face* MY NOSE!

Genji- *look at you* Stupid cowboy...

Cass- WHY THE METAL ARM?! Fuuuck! Ow!

You- *scared* Oh God, Cass, let me check! *runs to him holding his face* Look up, sweety...

Genji- *jealously air* Hm...wasn't that strong.

You- Well, depending where you hit him...*checking his noise* 1 to 10 how much is hurting?

Cass- Fucking 20...! Ow! Careful, pumpkin...!

You- Genji, you broke his nose...!*look at Genji a little annoyed* Why did you do that?

Cass- Again...!

Genji- *feels embarrassed* I...! It was...! Automatically...!

You- Hold yourself! *sighs still holding Cassidy's face* I need to take care of this... Genji, please, do not do this again.

Genji- I'm sorry...

You- Do not apologize to me, but to Cass.

Cass- Yeah...do it, kid.

Genji- *roll eyes* I'm sorry, Cassidy...

Cass- Good boy *smile* Ow...!

You- Ok, Cass, I'll take you to Mercy's lab, I'll take care of you there.

Cass- Sounds nice...

Genji- ...*left alone* ... *take a deep breath* Dammit Cassidy...! *look at his good arm* Should I break something too...? *look around and chuckles* At least I would be alone with her...

*Depressed Genji cannot find another way of thinking to stay alone with you, understand him*

It's possible to turn this into a whole story...I want that now lol

[xx-just-c-xx]

Prologue [ Welcome to the Villains' World ] Chapter four

“What is going on here?” the headmaster come and saw the 2 on the ground.

"Mr. Crowley" Florida said and pick up Grim into her arms "You see, one of your students came and make fun of us to the point that Grim couldn't handle and shoot ember at him but nothing bad happened since I already stop those two"

"Ah I see Miss Lumia, it's great that you stop something happen" Crowley look at the Ace "State your name and grade. Young man" Crowley demand.

"Ace Trappola... Freshman"

"Then listen well, Trappola. Your detention will be clearing 50 windows after class tomorrow"

Ace make a frown face. Than Crowley look at Florida.

"You can counting the cleaning Miss Lumia"

"Hai hai Mr. Crowley"

"Also can you please look to see if Trappola is clearing 50 windows"

"Of course Mr. Crowley"

At that Crowley is already disappear.

—Time skip— (I'm slowly losing idea)

|At the cafeteria|

"So now we have to wait for this dude to come" Grim said slowly falling asleep.

10 minutes pass...

...

..

.

20 minutes pass...

"Ace ain't even here yet! To make us wait, after what he did" Grime said in annoying voice.

"I left all my pokemon back at the dorm since I don't think anything will happens" Florida said didn't think that thing will be like this.

30 minutes pass...

"Ok that's it!! we gonna find him now!!" Grim and ready to find that ginger.

|At the hallway in the school|

While they trying to find Ace but they have to stop as well because of Florida's body.

"Hey! Ace! Get over here! Huh... Maybe there's really no one here?" Grim said while looking at the wall.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that, I'm here" the painting on the wall speaks.

"Bwaaah! That painting just talked!"

"Oh? I never though this school would have something like this" Florida said so normally about this.

"b-but it can talk!!" Grim said in a surprised voice.

"Don't call them it" "Don't call me it!!" Florida and the painting on the wall said at the same time.

"At least someone know how to respect a painting" The painting is quite happy about this. "Now, you seem to be searching for someone"

"Ah yes we looking for someone he has messy hair and a heart drawn on his face and his name is Ace" Florida answered.

"Ah, I know the one. A new student, I believe? Today was his first day at school. I think he went back to his dorm a while ago" The painting said.

"Myaaah! So it's true! He's tryin' to ditch us! Do you know which way he went?" Grim is angry about Ace just ditch them.

"The door to the dorms is in the eastern building" The painting tell.

"Let's go Florida" Grim said and run out.

"I hope I won't collapse" Florida said and try run after Grim.

|At the hall of mirrors|

Ace is there about to out back to his dorm but...

"AHA! GOTCHA, PUNK!" Grim said making Ace knows.

"Oh no! They saw me!" Ace run away.

"Stop right there, pal! You have to come back and do your punishment!!"

A boy with dark blue hair walking. "Outta my way!" Ace said while pushing the boy away.

"Hey! What gives?!" The boy turned away and saw Florida who just arrived but look like she about to collapse.

"Miss!! Are you—"

"Please... stop him... He's shirking... his cleaning... responsibilities" At that Florida sit down on the floor as her body can not take it right now.

"What? That's not right! But how to stop him? Like, freeze his legs? Or bind them with a rope? Or maybe I could... Hmm... No..." the boy with dark blue hair thinking but Grim can not wait anymore.

"I don't care how! Just do something! Anything!"

"Anything?! Anything, huh...

All right! Here goes anything! I summon thee... something heavy!" At that the boy summoned a cauldron on top of Ace.

"Bwaaah?! Wha?! A pot?!" Ace said in surprised. Grim laugh at Ace being squashed by a cauldron.

"A cauldron?! I wasn't expecting that. I may have overdone it this time..." the boy said.

"Ow... What are you bothering me for? You two didn't have to do so why bothering" Ace said, still under the cauldron.

"Headmage's orders" Florida said, still on the floor.

"What is his punishment?" the dark blue hair boy ask.

"Have to wash 50 windows, Nya!" Grim answers.

"What the, what did you do?"

"Just screwing with that furball a little and..." Ace said didn't want to continue.

"You insulted me and her!!" Grim said.

"And the fact that you use magic where the statues is, you could do a lot of damage if I didn't stop you" Florida add.

"Oh my!! After you managed to get into THIS school, how could you get in trouble on the very first day?!" The boy said.

"Oh, shut up. Who are you, anyway?" Ace said back.

"My name is Deuce. Deuce Spade. Don't you remember your own classmate? Uh..."

"You don't remember my name either, do you?"

"That's not the point! You shouldn't try to shirk an order from the headmage!"

"Yeah, yeah, message received... Fine, let's bang out the windows already"

|At the cafeteria|

Ace did clean 1 windows and knows that all the windows is clean. "Huh? Hey Florida"

"Yes?" Florida look at Ace.

"Why all the other windows is clean?"

"Oh yeah I just noticed" Deuce who joined as well because want to help Florida.

"Oh I guess Jolteon have cleaned it" Florida answer.

"Jolteon?... You mean that yellow creature thing"

"that yellow creature thing is Jolteon and HE like to clean a lot" Florida answered with annoying in her voice.

"If I know sooner I would come" Ace said.

"That because you are stupid" Grim said.

"Huh?! You want to said that again to my face!?" At that Grim run far away from Ace and he run after him. Florida and Deuce who saw have to run after but Florida stop and ask Deuce to run after them.

What Deuce saw is Ace and Grim use magic against each other and the magic that Ace blocked somehow hit the chandelier making fallen down.

"If the headmage finds out about this-" Ace said but got cut off by...

"If I find out about... what?, dear Trappola?" Crowley appeared with Florida.

"Oh my...." Florida said, didn't think that this will happen while she left all her pokemon back at the dorm.

"Now you've destroyed a chandelier?!

Enough. All of you are expelled"

"Whaaaaaaaaat?!" Ace and Deuce said at the time same.

"Headmage, please! Listen—"

"Then blame yourself for your own foolish behavior"

"I'll pay for the damages! However much it costs!" Deuce said trying so much not to get expelled.

"That chandelier is no mere light fixture.

It is magical chandelier. Its candles are powered by a magical energy source, enchanted so that they will burn for eternity.

It was created for us by a legendary artificer. Possibly their finest creation. It has been here since the school was established, and I imagined it would be here forevermore. Considering its historical value, I would estimate its worth to be no less than a billion thaumarks"

"A... A billion marks?!" Deuce said, feel like his soul just left his body.

"B-But I'm sure with your magical talent, sir, you could snap your fingers and fix it right up!" Ace ask.

"Even magic has its limits. Furthermore, its magestone - the figurative heart of any magical artifact - is cracked. A magestone cannot easily be replaced. I fear the candles of this majestic chandelier will never burn again." Crowley said.

"Is there a difference way like where the stone from?" Florida asked.

"The magestone that powered this chandelier was mined from the Dwarfs' Mine. If you can acquire a magestone with the same properties, it may be possible to repair it" Crowley answered.

"Thanks the 7, we still have a way, Then I'll go find a magestone! With your permission, sir!" Deuce said feeling a bit better.

"I should caution you that I cannot promise there yet remain magestones to find.

The mines were closed quite some time ago. It is quite likely that all of the magestones have already been mined"

"I will do anything to avoid expulsion, sir!"

"Hmmm... Very well, then. I will suspend your expulsion for a single night. But if you fail to return with a magestone by morning, then all of you are expelled"

"I understand, sir! Thank you very much for this opportunity!"

Ace sigh. "Fine, then. Let's hurry down there, find a magestone, and get this whole thing done with"

"You should be able to reach the Dwarfs' Mine instantly by using one of the gates in the Mirror Chamber"

"Yes sir!"

After that the headmage disappear.

"Ace come with me" Florida said, taking ace by his hand.

"Wait, why you need me?" Ace asked.

"I don't trust you with Grim and I need someone to go to my dorm because I don't know if my body will collapse" Florida answered.

"Ok ok"

"Meet you 2 at the mirror chamber" Florida said to Grim and Deuce and left with Ace to the Ramshackle dorm.

|At the mirror chamber|

"Oh!! Look Florida and Ace is here on? something" Deuce said.

"That goat again!!" Grim said.

"Ok, we're all here now" Florida said still on her pokemon and Sylveon is beside Gogoat as well.

"Let's go, Dark Mirror! Take us to the Dwarfs' Mine!" Deuce said.

At that the dark mirror take all of them to..

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Chapter three, Chapter five

[prettiest-ghoul-at-the-party]

I did a little Frantic Fanfic session with @bookwermthings and @calmedgoose-blog yesterday!!! Here’s how the two fics I started turned out 💖💖💖

TITLE: too good to be true

FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: ravaxis starburner, commander cosmo

WRITERS: summer, goose!, bookwerm

RATED ALL AGES

Rav stumbled through the door of the fancy space party he had been invited to. And by stumbled, it was more of a... saunter vaguely downwards. He quickly righted himself, adjusting his cloak and scanning the room for familiar faces. As he observed the situation, he noticed an odd shadow in front of one of the windows. Wait, was it... oh, it definitely was.

"Commander Cosmo?" He asked, smiling lopsidedly as the galactic figure turned to him with a start, clearly not expecting to be noticed.

"Ravaxis Starburner. What

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are you doing here?" Commander Cosmo looked more confused than anything. Rav was slightly disappointed not to see a smile on his old friend's face.

"What, not happy to see me?" Rav teased, smiling big and throwing his arms out for a hug. Cosmo looked uncomfortable and backed away slightly.

"Look man, you can't be here...", Cosmo reluctantly replied, unable to peel his eyes away from the floor. Rav's smile dropped and his arms fell to his sides.

"What.. What do you mean? You'

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re not happy to see me? We're friends, aren't we?"

Cosmo flinched, and Rav wanted to cry.

"What's wrong, old pal?"

"You're dead, Rav."

What? This has to be a joke.

"You have been for a long time."

Cosmo never made jokes like this.

"You keep showing up in my life at different points, always having forgotten that you've died."

No, he'd been invited to this party! ... hadn't he?

" This is an especially inconvenient time. I'm getting married in six minutes. I love you, Rav, but it's time to move on."

Rav fell to the floor sobbing.

Cosmo placed a hand on his shoulder.

I'm sorry.

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TITLE: the sounds of yesterday

FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: the jon, zer0

WRITERS: summer, goose!, bookwerm

RATED ALL AGES

The Jon fell to the bottom of the stairs with a crash, trying to scramble back up before the heavy door closed loudly. He turned around slowly, grateful for his glowing eyes that lit up his surroundings despite the dark. He shivered as much as a robot can in fear, tensing when he heard loud, clanging footsteps.

"Who... who's there? I'm the mayor of Biscuitville, and... and I'll get my guards to come get you! Now, please don't hurt me..." he said, putting up his fists like The Spine and Rabbit used to when they'd argue. Gosh, how he wished they were here. He didn't worry as much with his older siblings.

Eventually, the clanging footsteps came to a halt, before a tall automaton rose from the shadows and into Jon's vision. At least, into his vision before he was tacked into a hug.

"HI I'M ZER0!!! ITS SOOOOO GOOD TO HAVE A NEW PERSON DOWN HERE!!!!!! It get's lonely..." The robot said, turning deathly serious at the end before his childlike demeanor came back.

The Jon smiled, happy to meet his other sibling

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immediately jumping in to match his energy, The Jon wrapped his arms around Zer0.

"Hi Zer0!!, I'm *The* Jon, distinguished mayor of biscuit town.", The Jon pulled away from the hug and grabbed his suspenders, putting on the best mayorly smile he could manage.

"Wow! Thank you for your service." Zer0 responded with a salute. The Jon wasn't entirely sure he knew what a mayor was, but that wasn't important for an automaton anyway. He saluted back then quickly shot his hands to his sides, as a way of showing Zer0 he could stop.

"Things have changed around here..." The Jon looked around curiously at the familiar yet different surroundings.

"Oh, yes! We have all the musical advan

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cements that one might want for a basement, I believe. At least, I thought I believed that. Well, um. Want a tour?"

The Jon thought about it for a moment. It was nice to meet a new automaton.

"I suppose so!"

"Okay!"

Zer0 took his arm and led him around the small dark little area. There was a polished cinder block in front of them.

"This is my sitting step. It's where I sit and um, think."

"Ah," said the Jon carefully.

There was a really old television set up against the wall. It was plugged in, and static played on its screen.

"This is my super ultra HD surround sound TV!"

Zer0 chuckled.

"Get it?"

The Jon did not in fact, get it. What he was getting, however, was sad.

there was a scrap of fabric nailed to the wall. It could have been red, once.

"This is my stage curtain!" said Zer0. "It's where I practice all my singing and dance routines. Want to hear?"

Now this The Jon understood!

"I'd love to!" he said.

Zer0 sang Lyin' Awake, and as he did, The Jon felt tears come to his eyes. HOw long had this robot been down here?

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Wordcount: 1,675

Mic Testing - Chapter Four - Chasing The Feeling

"No, Melvet, you have to stay here!" 

You scrambled around your apartment, chasing your newly acquired spider yokai pal. It dodged under the coffee table as you skidded across the carpeted floor. You landed to a stop on your rug burnt knees. "Melvet! Come here." Reaching under the coffee table, Melvet skittered out and rounded into the kitchen. Where your roommate was laughing hysterically, grasping the countertops so as to not keel over.

You scowled at them as you continued the chase. "You know you could always help me." They continued roaring with laughter as you tripped and fell to the floor. Groaning you got up once again as you swiped at the small white creature. You unfortunately missed as it swiftly ducked into an open cabinet, one your lovely roommate oh so kindly opened for it.

"I'm going to be late at this rate!" Rummaging through the cabinet your digits graze the fluffy critter. "Well maybe you should have picked a different day, it is my day off, I want some excitement." You shoot them a glare as they raise their hands in defense. "I didn't pick the day or time, I wasn't a part of the meeting for scheduling." You quickly shoved your arm into the cabinet, wincing at the jabbing of the wood against your shoulder. You manage to snab the sneaky spider and pull it out. "And you, little guy, need to behave. I'll buy you grapes if I get a good report."

Melvet gave a playful salute, or at least attempted one as you stood up. You carried the small creature to your room and placed it in it's little area that you had finished setting up earlier in the day. You gave it a small head pat as you closed the door of your bedroom and pulled your jacket on. Walking past the now gasping for air traitor, you snatched your keys with a wave. "Alright, I'm out, I'll be back in an hour or two." As you turn the doorknob your roommate pipes up. "Oh, and remember to pick up that book I asked for." 

You gave a teasing shake of your head as you swung open the door. "Of course, anything to earn a favor." They let out a scoff and a smile as you closed the door behind you. You straightened out your carefully picked outfit as you started walking down the stairs. You had planned almost everything, what you would wear, what you would say, how you would get there.

Entering the virtually empty sidewalk, you started your five minute trek. It wouldn't take long and you left just before most workers got off. The breeze was chilly, but felt nice as you quickly closed in on the building of your destination.

It was a small radio station, extremely more listened than your music, but the location was small. You opened the glass door and walked up to the line at the reception desk. There were a few people in front of you as you patiently waited. You noted a pretty mad human man second in line. He seemed to be glaring at the calico cat yokai receptionist. You frowned, wondering what she did wrong.

Well it became that man's turn and almost immediately the yelling started. "Get me a meeting, now!" He slammed his hands on the desk, startling the receptionist. "I'm sorry sir, but you still haven't given me your name or the name of who you want the meeting with." The man slammed his hands again. "Just get me a meeting you stupid feline!"

You're not normally a confrontational person, but you're making an exception for today. You politely excuse yourself to the front of the line and snap your fingers to earn the man's attention. "Hey, this lovely person is working their best to help you. Insults, yelling, and physical actions are not needed." The man seethed as he glared at you, the sweet looking receptionist gave you a grateful look. "But this mutant is refusing to get me a meeting." You sighed and shook your head. "For one, you don't know if they are a mutant or yokai. Second, a meeting with who?"

The man stuttered slightly as his face turned red in embarrassment. He then shot the cat yokai a glare and stormed off. You gave a breath of relief and went to the back of the line. You were sweating with nervousness over the entire situation. But you knew you did the right thing, besides he was yelling so loudly and just being rude.

Eventually came your turn as you walked up to the desk. You gave your name and appointment time, hoping that would be enough as your dumb producer never gave you the name of who you were meeting. Out of gratitude the thankful cat yokai checked the database and managed to find your meeting. They gave you a smile as they directed you to the room you would need to be in. You gave them a smile in return as you started your way to your destination, giving the cat a wave as you left.

You made a few turns, getting lost a few times before you finally made it to the room. Repeating the lines you planned to say, you turned the handle of the door and opened it. Revealing on the other side two separated areas of the room. On one side it had all the equipment used to play the music on the radio station, as well as the accursed ads. On the other, only separated by a wall and large glass window, had a desk with chairs and microphones. You walked into the room as you spotted two people, one blonde human man who was on the shorter side, and one mutant that looked like a chameleon. Giving them a smile, you waved.

Catching the attention of the man he sported a bright smile and gestured for you to join him at the desk as the chameleon pressed a few buttons. You sat down as the man held up a hand and started what appeared to be a countdown. Once all his fingers were down he started talking excitedly. "Well hello there listeners, we have a special treat with us today. As one of you has persistently requested, we got one of our very own local singers to join us for a little interview. So tell you about yourself." He motioned for you to talk into the microphone in front of you.

"Oh, um, hello. I write and perform my own music." You nervously gave your stage name as the man gave you a thumbs up. "Now, the locals call you Superstar. Mind telling us a bit more about that?" You blushed and let out a groan of embarrassment, earning light chuckles from the two people in the room. "It started when I first began performing at a shopping district. I tend to perform from seven in the morning until about six at night. So naturally over time I got to know the shop owners pretty well." The man nodded as he gave a slight hum. "Very interesting, the kind listener that asked for you did have a list of questions they wanted answered. Do you mind answering them?"

You rubbed the back of your neck. "Sure, I don't mind." The man flashed a grin as he pulled out a sheet of paper and started asking basic questions. What music do you write? What's your favorite color? Those types of things. But as you neared the end of the interview the last question caught you off guard. "Alright, how do you feel about mutants and yokai, and would you ever consider dating one?" You looked puzzled at the questions but answered with a smile. "I think they are interesting, but people nonetheless. I guess I don't really feel one way or another about them."

The man gave a nod as he set the paper down. "Now that we are down with the viewers' questions we'll have a few songs played and then get back into it. How's that sound to you?" You give a return nod, feeling a bit more comfortable with the situation. "Sounds great." The man gestures at the chameleon and with a nod music starts playing as the microphones get muted.

You stretched as the man got up and started conversing with the chameleon. You watched them as they talked quietly, not wanting to disturb their conversation. They both looked at you and walked over, the man extending his hand. "Hello, nice to formally meet you, you can address me as Mike." Shaking his hand the chameleon also extended their hand. "And I'm Sabrina, as you can tell I'm a mutant." You let go of Mike's hand and shook Sabrina's, introducing yourself with your real name.

"Sorry for doing this out of the blue, one of our listeners has been emailing us about it for months. We had to do a bit of digging but we finally found your producer, not a lovely person." Mike laughed at his comment, but the three of you had a silent understanding of each other. The person was awful and greedy. "Anyway, thank you for coming in on such short notice. My daughter actually loves your music. As I was digging for information on you, she managed to find you at that shopping district and fell in love." You gave a polite smile and a laugh.

"Well I'm glad someone else likes my music." A beep cut off the conversation as Mike sat down again and Sabrina walked back to her station. Mike did the countdown again before talking again. "And we are back, hope you didn't miss us too much." You smiled as Mike relaxed in his chair. "Now I have just a few more questions for our lovely small artist." You give a hum and a nod. "Alright, ask away."

"Has anything strange happened in your time of street performing?" His smile dropped slightly as the words left his mouth.

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Safe P1. 1.15

Spotless Mind - Jhene Aiko

Mask Off (Remix) - Future

Loyalty - Kendrick Lamar Ft. Rihanna

Love Gon Go - Chris Brown

Stuck N The Middle

June•

Dana

Double checking that I had all my toiletries in my all black leather pull string book bag, I walked out of the bathroom in the hall. Going back into my room, my eyes interlocked with Cari's light grayish and green colored ones. Sadness in her pout at me, I couldn't help but to make my way over and sit next to her on my bed.

Wrapping my arms around her I kissed the side of her head. She smelled like her favorite bath and body works fragrance as usual. Burnt vanilla caramel, which means she was probably going to see Bryson later. She only wore it for him and had different smells for when she was hanging out with me or going to work. It also let me know she wasn't taking me leaving all too well, although she tried masking it.

Doing a small snort she did a big sigh, "You're really leaving me, I thought we were going on vacation together?"

"We still can, I just need to see different sights for a while babe." I told her, with all honesty. Never would I tell her or Cooper, but their faces reminded me of Calen since I knew that he was their brother. Every smile, frown, all of it reminded me of him and I just needed to get away. I didn't want Cari to take it the wrong way, so I didn't tell her. But I held off on the drinking a bit, just to give her a peace of mind.

"You called your job already?" She asked.

"Yeah." I nodded at her. In all honesty I had quit my job. It was a last minute decision, and maybe it was unprofessional for me to just tell my boss I was ready to resign, but it needed to be done. I had saved up enough money to maybe find something else by the end of the summer.

Knowing Erin I wouldn't have to worry about money all while with her, she could be controlling when it came to me trying to purchase stuff on my own in the past.

I was miserable and would wait until I came back to Atlanta to tell Cari, knowing she would go ballistic if I told her now. I just hoped this trip with Erin would help my mind, and I would still try go see my mom. I already knew that was going to be a whole different battle, especially if I showed up with Erin.

"You want me to take you to the airport?" She asked me snuggling my side. Feeling myself tighten my arms around her, I hoped she didn't feel it in an alarming way.

"Uh, nah I'm having a taxi come pick me up in like thirty minutes." I told her, not really knowing how my transportation was really set up. I hadn't even called Erin yet, here I am packing.

"Oh, okay." She blinked a few times at me, before looking down at her hands playing with her fingers.

"I love you." I spoke sincerely making her eyes connect with mine. Cari smiled, showing a little of her and Calen. They had to all have their fathers smile, I was sure of it.

"I love you too." She replied pulling me into a hug, "I'm gonna go see Bryson, tonight isn't gonna feel right being here alone."

"Yeah sucks you're allergic to dogs and cats huh, at least to have a pal here while I'm gone." I told her and she laughed at me.

"Bryson has wanted to get me a dog so many times," She shook her head with a playful scowling expression, "Mostly just to keep it at his condo."

"There are other animals to adore Car." I told her and she just shook her head again.

"I'll let Bryson figure that out, for now he's my only baby." She shrugged at me.

"Yeah." I nodded, looking down at my lap. The fact that I was confused on who was and who I wanted to be my baby pained me. So badly I wish I could tell Cari about it, but eventually she would know. For now I wasn't going to tell her that I was contemplating on taking Erin back. But it was easier than being depressed about someone who I thought really loved me, who up and left without any explanation.

At least Erin came back and explained herself, but I wasn't waiting around for Calen to do that shit. He was a chapter in my life for only a week and a half to help me get my girlfriend back. Even with his abrupt departure painfully cutting me, I was still grateful to him. Was that sick?

"Dana, are you crying?" Cari asked knocking me out of my zoned state, I looked over at her shaking my head while lifting my right hand. My fingertips making contact with my lower right eyelid, indeed it was wet.

"Oh shit, look Car your sadness starting to rub off on me." I joked, but Cari just stared at me sadly.

"Dana-"

"I'm going to do a double check on everything I have and meet you downstairs okay?" I quickly cut off anything she was about to say. I was done crying completely. It was time for me to go and I needed to make that phone call.

"Yeah, sure." Cari did a small smile standing slowly to her feet from my bed. Walking to my doorway she gave me one last look before exiting out into the hall. Once I was sure she was far away from hearing me, I dialed Erin.

After two rings someone picked up, "Hello?"

"If your offer is still on the table, I'm-"

"Say no more love, I'll send a car right away to take you to the airstrip." She spoke happily in my ear. Whenever Erin got what she wanted, you could tell it through her tone. Yeah I was spending time with her to get my mind off of Calen, but that was it.

~

The sun shined bright through one of the jets left side windows, clouds looking like cotton we passed by. Even with being over twenty thousand feet in the air, I still felt tugging on my body. At least by now I would have thought that my mind would start to clear.

Erin cleared her throat softly throwing me out my thoughts, "What you thinking about over there?"

Locking my eyes with her grey pupils I saw curiousity in them, "Nothing."

I smiled at her small looking back out the window.

"Does Cari know you're with me?" She asked lowly, taking a sip out of her champagne flute.

"No, she wouldn't understand." I responded looking back over at her lifting an eyebrow by my response.

"That she wouldn't." Erin nodded in agreement, turning to her left she picked up another glass off the side table of her seat, handing it to me. Taking the glass I stared down at it, suddenly remembering the last time I drunk alcohol.

"I'm just glad you decided to come." Erin spoke making me raise my eyes to the soft grin on her face.

"Yeah," I nodded, "Me too."

Standing up out her seat, she came and sat in my chair, moving her free left hand up my bare right thigh that my light grey dress didn't cover. Moving it away with my right hand I looked into her eyes, hers got a confused look in them.

"I can't touch you?" She asked in offense.

"I'm just not ready for that again yet Erin." I told her. Turning her head to the side a little she licked over her bottom lip looking away.

"I bet you let him touch you, huh?" She asked with grit, shocking me. I looked over at the side of her face in disgust.

"Why would you ask that?" I asked in disbelief making her scoff before taking another sip of her glass.

"So its true, wow," She shook her head with a smile looking over at me, "You let him fuck too?"

"Erin, do not push me, I'm warning you. I came with you because you asked, not to get asked a million questions about something that's over." I warned her in a stern tone, she stood up out my seat fixing her lips about to say something. One of the pilots entered into the pit from the sliding door to the front of the jet.

"We will be arriving in ten minutes." He informed us before closing the door back, after getting a nod from Erin. She put her sights back on me finishing the rest of the glass.

"So I guess that mean you did have sex with him," She continued and I shook my head.

"You know I have only went that far with you, because I trusted you." I replied taking a sip of my glass. Even though I had let Erin use the sex strap on me in the past it never really felt like I had lost my virginity. It had been so long ago too, thinking about us being that close right now was too much. Especially with my heart cut in half. Something about being with Calen made me feel more like I was doing stuff for the first time. Erin and I really didn't do much stuff sexual, and this conversation just made me think of Calen and how he handled me so different.

"Hmm, so what you let him do?" She asked making me take a deep sigh. These questions weren't fucking helping either.

"It doesn't matter, he and I are over and I'm here with you." I spoke matter of factly, "Can we act like it?"

"Well I don't know, you won't even let me touch you Dana." She replied back at me crossing her arms over her chest slowly.

"I say again, that I'm just not ready okay?" I told her and she squinted her eyes, shrugging her shoulders.

"Fine. It's time to get ready to land though." She told me as I nodded downing the rest of my champagne that didn't taste anything in comparable to the last I had enjoyed more.

I missed him so much, and so far this trip was not helping me forget about him. If this didn't work, I didn't know what would.

~

Calen

Taking a strong pull from the fat blunt in between my fingers, my vision before me of the sunny New York skyline afternoon put me at ease. Just a little bit, I fixed the glasses on my face. My eyes had been to irritated lately for me to wear my contacts. My nigga Lupe and I discussed the plans for tonight's convention while catching up on the patio of his top floor studio hideout. Used only for going over plans and entertaining women. It was a nice spot I had to admit, the view of the city couldn't be any better.

"You know you owe me right?" Lupe spoke breaking me out my thoughts, he took the blunt back from me as we sat side by side in his long beach chairs. He took advantage of the soft sun on his uncovered upper body, while I decided not to. Didn't need the women here getting the wrong fuckin' idea.

"I know I do, whatever you need in the future I got you." I told him, and it was nothing but sincerity. This job we were pulling out tonight would put a lot of his people at risk. They were ready only by loyalty, the same that matched for me with anything he needed.

"Well something's already came up Cal. There's this crew, new shit trying take over a block of mine. I mean I got rookies set up to show what they are worth, but they need someone real from the ropes to teach them what we do to niggas that don't realize what block they fuckin' with." He told me, puffing on the L.

"I gotchu." I nodded at him looking over at the view of the city again.

"Think you could handle that for me?" He asked and I nodded.

He smiled sitting up in his chair, "Good shit."

Holding out his fist, I dapped mine with his as we heard footsteps that sounded like high heels clacking coming our way.

"Damelo papi chulo." A Latina female looking like a china doll with a curvy body spoke leaning on the back of Lupe's back kissing his neck. With only a black lace bra on, one of her breast slid out the cup barely showing a nipple.

"Ay, don't you see two men here talking business woman?" He told her taking a puff of the blunt before handing it back to me, "Go on I'll be there in a minute."

Sucking her teeth with a grimace at the back of his head, she leaned up off of him fixing her bra, looking my way quickly she winked at me showing pretty teeth as I blew the smoke out my lungs. I smiled quickly looking away, already knowing what that look meant. Then she walked away slowly, the sound of her footsteps departing.

"I'm about to go blow off some steam before we do this shit tonight, you should do the same with Tabitha and not go back to that fuckin' hotel room." Lupe advised me, standing to his feet.

"I'm chillin man." I shrugged taking another hit.

Lupe laughed, "Why I got a feeling this shit over a female man."

"I told Zeus the same thing. It's bigger than that." I replied, Lupe chuckled again standing up out his chair.

"It's over a female, because the womanizing Calen Rodriguez I know....nigga." Lupe joked, I laughed at his silly ass.

"I'm cool man." I told him and he shook his head.

"Well, mi casa is tu casa." He spread his arms before departing leaving me, "As long as you invite me to the wedding mothafucka."

"Ha," I cracked up at his stupid ass, "Thanks man." I yelled, taking another hit, thinking about how I would be glad when everything was over. My mind always fantasizes about fast forwarding time when you finally get to the moment where you ready to be.

That's all I wanted, and just had to be patient for it. For now I would just smoke and get ready for tonight. Standing up out my chair, I went and leaned against the balcony hearing foot steps approach behind me.

"Hey Tabitha." I spoke not turning around already knowing it was her. Eventually she came and stood about two or three feet beside me.

"Calen, its good to see you again." She spoke with her deep latin accent. Her and I had some fun in the past but that was then and this is now.

"Yeah you too, still beautiful." I complimented looking over at her, in only a see through bath robe.

"Aye, careful with the compliments." She warned me looking in my eyes with lust in them. Being three years older than me, when I was seventeen, Tabitha took my virginity on a visit I took to visit Lupe for business years ago, and every once in a while when I came to New York she didn't let me down. But my heart was locked and sealed making me not want that anymore.

"Yeah yeah." I breathed throwing the roach in my hand now over the balcony. She came closer to me looking down at my neck.

"Whose Dana?" She asked and I hadn't realized my necklace had came from underneath my shirt. Backing away from her I smiled taking one of her hands. While my other hand put my gold chain back under my front shirt collar.

"No one." I kissed her hand softly before letting it go, "Tell Lupe not to tire himself out too much for our event tonight."

Tabitha looked over my face and had a big smile come across hers, "You're in love Calenito."

"I don't know what you talking about." I breathed giving her a serious look. She crossed her arms over her chest looking me up and down.

"Denial." She called after me. Ignoring her I took a deep breath making sure I had my phone on me still.

Exiting out the studio I decided to call my mother knowing I couldn't put off not talking to her about what was going on. But I knew I couldn't right now especially with being high as fuck. My phone rung in my pocket, I took it out showing that Cari was calling me. With it being months since I talked to her I knew she was about to cuss me out and blow my high.

"Yes Cari." I answered getting into my all black Benz I only drove around in for my business in NYC.

"I just want to say thank you Calen, "She started with a sniffle, "Thanks for driving my best friend away."

"Cari what are you talking about?" I asked her in alarm closing my car door once inside. What she mean drove Dana away?

"Oh now you want to act like you care huh? She hadn't heard from you in two months Calen!" She screamed in the phone at me, my high gone after all that smoking with Lupe.

"Cari! Tell me what the fuck you mean, is Dana there with you?" I asked in seriousness looking at the constant traffic going past me on the street.

"Don't worry about where she is just know it's all your fucking fault!" She screeched, making me worried now.

"Cari, is she in Atlanta!" I yelled and before I could say anything else, she hung up in my face. What the fuck?

~

"You know where she went Coop?" I asked him while I paced back and forth in my hotel room.

"Nah, Cari won't tell me nothing." He told me.

"Fuck, you were supposed to keep your eye on both of them!" I yelled at him. My whole calm composure was non existent, Dana was out somewhere with who knows who, and could've lied to Cari about where she was.

"Calen, listen to me take a deep breath. What's going on in New York man, is more important right now. I'll try and get something out of Cari, just focus on what you gotta do and bring that bitch down bro." Cooper advised me. But all I kept thinking about was Dana being alone somewhere.

"Find her Cooper." I ordered to him before hanging up. Sitting on my bed I rubbed the sides of my head, trying not to over think. Where was she?

~

Dana

"You look beautiful." Erin commented behind me as I looked in the full body mirror at myself, and all I wanted was a drink of something strong. We were staying at the Continental and it looked more like a townhouse in my opinion.

"Thanks." I breathed looking into her eyes, analyzing her tuxedo she wore with ease.

"Hey I was thinking, that maybe while I'm here. Maybe take some time to go see my mother." I told her and Erin's eyes lit up, "And I want you to come with me."

"Of course." She shook her head coming towards me she kissed my lips softly, placing her right hand to to the left of my waist. Breaking out of kiss she smiled, with a big grin.

"Great." I smiled at her, "Is it time to go?"

"Yes, come on babe." She replied taking my hand leading me out our hotel room. Riding in the limo briefly we made our way through the early night of New York. The sooner I had a glass in my hand, the sooner I knew I didn't have to worry about all the pain I had went through the past two months. Mingling with rich folks, that seemed like the perfect distraction right? Lights flashed left and right as I gripped Erin's hand a little tighter. This was a very huge newsworthy a consummation between four different big multimillion dollar companies, that all wanted to make more money by working together. Erin briefly told me about it on the jet, that I honestly wondered who was the mastermind behind it all. That and the fact that it was a mask convention, but that was good for me. I didn't none of there photographers taking my picture anyways. That and the fact that it might be on TV and my mom would see me. Once inside the ballroom it was elegance in every corner of the huge building. You could almost compare it to an adult cotillion. My mask made it slightly harder to breathe fully but, my surroundings seriously made me not want to take it off. There was a grand table with silver silverware probably more than expensive than this all black gucci dress that Erin had me in. Sitting down with Erin, there was a caucasian man speaking in a very nice tuxedo while people quietly mingled amongst themselves. People at the bar all in masks, it kind of freaked me out.

"Are you alright baby, want a drink?" Erin asked beside me.

"Yes, please." I spoke to her, she nodded standing up out of her seat leaving me alone at the table with people I didn't know. A few minutes passed as I just looked around and some bodies in the area just didn't look right or maybe I was tripping. Coming back with my drink Erin sat next to me and the next thing I heard was a loud boom.

"What the?-" Erin yelled before masked men grabbed her knocking her upside the head and another guy almost tried to grab me also but I ran in my heels. Everyone else in the building in a flurry back and forth, dazed by the confusion someone knocked into me, my mask falling to the floor.

Looking around through all the bodies as gunfire continued I saw only one thing that kept me still. In an all black tuxedo and a gun in his black glove covered hand a glistening bracelet on his wrist, he looked like he saw death looking at me through his matching mask.

Before I could have thought of a next move someone knocked me to the floor. Thinking I was about to die, a strong hand grabbed my left arm pulling me from the floor. I was being pulled through to a back room, and out the back of the building.

I was pushed into a car in the backseat and the car suddenly drove off. I was being kidnapped and no one would even know where I was. The only thing Cari had was that I was coming to New York to visit my mom, but that was only half truth. Was this my end? The masked guy didn't look my way, or say a single word. Scared to fight that he might shoot me, I remained silent.

We came up to a hotel building as I stayed staring down at my lap. Knowing yelling wouldn't help, I just decided to listen to anything my kidnappers said. It was like every decision I had ever made led me to this point. Why didn't I just stay in Atlanta with Cari? The masked man gripped me tight as we exited the lobby to the elevator and I felt uneasy. I didn't know if I wanted to throw up or pass out. My feet hurt now from running in my heels, to now standing for more than I intended in these shoes.

"Cooper, get Cari now and y'all get on the jet to the airstrip now." The familiar voice demanded, making me raise my head to look at the mysterious figure in front of me. Raising his hand the guy took his mask off, eyes blazing with what looked like anger. Still handsome and the look of dominance in his expression Calen stared with confusion at me.

"Dana, what the fuck are you doing here?" He yelled at me while the elevator dinged letting us know we were at the appropriate floor.

I could ask him the same thing.

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Thanks For Reading!😍

[thetragicallynerdy]

Jim cooking something? I don’t know why that was the first thing I thought of.

Oh I love it yes!! Ok so we all know i have a headcanon that Jim is a terrible cook right? Well if you didn't then now you do XD

This is set in the sad modern au i'm writing that's Jim/Ed - at this point they've been living together for maybe 2-3 months. It is important to note that in this one Jim is deep in denial, and a dumbass, and maintains that Ed is just their friend with benefits even tho they live together and have been dating for like 6 months. Okay? Okay.

Thanks for the great prompt pal!!

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Text from jimbo: hey do you know how to put out a grease fire

Text from jimbo: as a hypothetical

Edward grabbed his coat and hit dial. Jim answered on the first ring. A fire alarm was wailing in the background.

"A grease fire?" he demanded, flipping the store sign from open to closed. It wasn't like he was going to get any walk ins for the rest of the night, and Izzy would forgive him the mess he'd left. "Seriously?"

"It wasn't my fault! Your stupid fucking fancy stove -" there was a loud clanging sound in the background, followed by a swear. "Look, it's fine, everything's fine, don't come home for like - three hours, okay?"

"The fire extinguisher is under the sink," he said, forcing his voice to stay calm. "Please for the love of fuck put down your phone and use it. Or a baking sheet, or a lid, and smother the fire."

"Oh, we're way past that -" Jim's voice disappeared. A cupboard door slammed, and then there was the tell-tale fwoooosh of a fire extinguisher.

Edward carefully locked the shop door with one hand, and willed his heart to stop racing. He made his way to the parking lot and stood by his bike, tapping his foot and waiting.

Finally the noises died down. The fire alarm still wailed in the background. The phone rattled, and Jim's voice appeared.

"Hey," they said breathlessly, "it's out. You - uh. You don't have to come home right away. You're at the shop for a few more hours, right?"

Edward exhaled. Good. Out was good. "And leave you to clean up all by yourself? I'll be home in ten."

Jim went quiet. When they spoke again their voice was too small. "Okay. See you when you get here."

--

There was a fire truck outside of his house when he pulled up on his bike. Lights flashing, parked half-way on the lawn. A few firefighters milled about, while half a dozen neighbours stood on their porches to watch. Nosy assholes.  

Edward tried to ignore the smell of smoke and rushed for the front door, pulling off his helmet as he went.

“I’m the owner,” he said when the first fireman turned his direction. “My partner said there was a fire –“

“Oh, the roommate. Yeah, they said you’d be here soon, this way –“

Roommate. Christ. Jim, you dense motherfucker.

“Right,” he said, giving a weak smile. “Roommate, that’s me.”

The house reeked of smoke. As soon as he stepped inside he could hear Jim’s voice, flat and firm, arguing with someone.

“I’m not going.”

“Sir, we would strongly encourage that you get that burn looked at. If not at a clinic, at least let our medic look you over –“

“I fucking said no –“

The worry ticked up a notch. “Jim?”

A quiet, muttered, “oh, thank Christ,” before their voice raised again. “In here.”

He followed their voice into the living room. They stood with arms crossed and a glare on their face, three firefighters circling them.

Edward strode over and swept them into his arms, lifting them clean off the floor. Jim stiffened, then slowly relaxed into the hug.

“You’re alright?”

They exhaled. “Sí, estoy bién.”

The firefighters waited politely until Edward set Jim back down and turned around to greet them. Introducing himself as the homeowner got him a handshake and a smile.

“Just a typical kitchen greasefire,” one of them said. “Got a little bit out of control, but it was out by the time we got here.”

“Neighbours called them,” Jim muttered. “It was fine.”

Edward nodded. “Right. And what’s this about Jim needing to be seen by a medic?”

“Well, they’ve got a bit of a burn on one hand, never hurts to get it seen,” the tallest of the firefighters said. “Since we’re here and all.”

Jim scowled. “I said I’m fine. I’ll stick it in cold water.”

One look at their face told him it wouldn’t be a fight he would win tonight. They looked ready to bolt.

“I’ll take them to the clinic if we need to,” he said, flashing a reassuring smile at the firefighters. “I’ve got some first aid experience.”

The first firefighter sighed. “Alright. We’d encourage you to go to a clinic if they're having any difficulty breathing or have excessive coughing after smoke inhalation as well.”

Edward nodded seriously. “Right, sure, absolutely. Will do.”

--

Twenty minutes later and the firefighters were pulling out of their driveway. Edward stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the damage.

It was bad. A massive black stain spread up from the stove and across the wall and ceiling, nearly all the way to the corner of the room. The pan still on the stove was a charred mess, and it looked like bits of the microwave above the stove had melted. There was a burnt towel on the stove, a clear failed attempt at smothering the fire.

Soft footsteps padded in behind him. When he looked over his shoulder Jim was looking anywhere but at him, arms crossed tight over their chest. They'd been soaking their hand in cool water for the past ten minutes, but he guessed they had gotten fed up with it.

“Don’t be pissed, okay?” they said, in that quiet tone they’d had over the phone. “I know I fucked up.”

Edward shook his head, turning to face them. “I’m not pissed.”

“Yeah, you say that, but you’ve got your upset face on.” They gestured at the wall, mouth thinning. “And I fucking destroyed your kitchen. I’ve only been here three goddamn months and I’m already fucking it up.”

Sometimes he wanted to shake them.

“Jim. I’m not pissed about the kitchen. I don’t give a fuck about the kitchen.”

“But –“

“I am upset,” he continued, “because I was goddamn worried. You scared the fucking shit out of me! And you got burned! And you fucking texted me when you should have called!”

Jim’s face twisted in confusion. “But I’m fine.”

“Oh my fucking god –“ he walked over and took them by the shoulders, looking them right in the eyes. “I know you’re fine. But you could’ve not been. Okay?”

“I –“ they wilted a little, then nodded. “Okay.”

He pulled them into a hug. They came willingly, wrapping both arms around his waist and pressing their face into his chest. Edward rested his chin on their head and held them close.

"You're important to me," he said quietly. "You could burn the whole goddamn house down and I wouldn't give a shit, so long as you were safe."

Jim was quiet for a long moment. But they weren't running, so he counted it as an improvement. "You’re really not pissed?”

“Naaah.” He smudged a kiss to their hair. “It was time to re-do the kitchen, anyhow. I fuckin’ hate the paint colour.”

Jim huffed a laugh. “You liar.”

He was, a little. He’d liked the yellow. But he would like whatever came next, too.

“What the fuck were you cooking, anyway?”

They groaned. “Bacon. Just fuckin’ normal bacon. I was gonna do pancakes for when you got home, so we could do breakfast for dinner.”

Edward laughed. He couldn’t help it. “You destroyed my kitchen cooking bacon?”

“I know, I know –“

He kissed their hair again, squeezing them tighter. “You’re such a fucking bad cook. I love it.” I love you.

“And here I thought I was getting better.” Jim slowly pulled out of his arms, giving him a sheepish smile. “I won’t cook if you’re not home.”

“Don’t be stupid. Just, like, keep the fire extinguisher on hand, yeah?” He pulled them out of the kitchen. It was warm enough that they could sit out back while the last of the smoke cleared. “C’mon. I’ll order us a pizza, then we can look at that hand of yours.”

[violet-foxe]

Phantom was just flying around with a small child on his back, speeding up, slowing down, flying higher and lower, but never too far off the ground. He and Alex were having such a fun time whooping every now and again when phantom dipped down and went a bit faster like a roller coaster. Evelyn and Gerald were watching them and laughing at every weird face that The two boys made with each circuit of the backyard.

But then Alex had an epiphany.

"Oh. My. Gosh." He started batting at Phantom's head in excitement.

"What?" Asked phantom with a smile while he did a sharp turn that made Alex have to hold on a bit better.

"Oh my gosh! Phantom!"

He giggled, "What?"

"Phantom, I just realized that we are brothers!"

"What?!" Phantom almost stopped dead (heh) in his tracks, but continued on before it was noticable to Alex that it wasn't just part of the ride. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, what else would you be? You hang out with us, you sleep at our house, you eat dinner with us, you are almost ALWAYS around, you basically live with us, and we all love you! You're my brother!"

"Well- I don't- uh-" The ghost boy looked to Evelyn and Gerald for help, but that just smiled.

"Well, we were thinking about some form of adoption, but it's a bit weird because of the ghost thing." Gerald said with a shrug. "But, if you are willing to, we want to adopt you.."

That did stop Phantom in his tracks. And with the sudden stop came the momentum of Alex going forward. The little boy's hands slipped from Phantom's head and he ending up with his arms around the Ghosts neck. But instead of pushing himself back up, he just hugged him instead.

"Yeah, like they said. You're basically my brother," Alex mumbled happily into Phantom's wispy hair.

Dany was blue screening. His train of thought was majorly derailed, like tumbling down a cliff kind of derailed. With the conductor and all the passengers trying and failing to catch a grip on anything to keep them stable. There was much screaming going on, none of the noise was very coherent.

They wanted to adopt him? A ghost? Why? Sure, he saved Gerald, and became pen pals with Alex, but really?

He was such a burden, always taking up their time. Evelyn always had to give him stitches after fights. He took over their office when they converted it into a room. He eats their dinner because many nights he can't stand his own house's contaminated food that bit you back and they said he's always welcome because of social convention. He invades their space constantly, and basically abuses their nicety.

They couldn't possibly be thinking of adopting him! It doesn't make sense, and he has his own parents anyway. (Even though they haven't noticed that he hasn't really slept through the night or stayed in the house for more than a few minutes in the last several weeks. And in those few minutes he was there, they didn't even see him, but there's been no missing posters or anything.)

"Adopt- Brothers- I- But I- What?"

"You don't have to decide right now, but it's what we've been thinking about. That and the logistics of how it would work." Evelyn said kindly. "I know it's a big decision, you don't have to decide right now. But it is what we've been thinking about."

That somehow put the train back on the tracks, but it still wasn't moving yet. At least there was no more screaming.

Was this real? Danny didn't even know why he was hesitating. He already has parents, he shouldn't be thinking about this. Does he really need to think about this? I mean, yeah it would be amazing to be part of this family, but it doesn't work like that. Right?

But what if it did?

Here you go, I got way too into this AU.

Real quick, I just want to say that Danny Phantom only being seen during ghost fights is a little funny because imagine there being this ghost kid in your town defending everyone and himself from other ghosts who are almost always bigger than him, but as soon as he notices someone nearby or someone tries to talk to him, he vanishes and runs away. A lot of people think he had social anxiety or something when he was alive, or maybe he’s scared of humans because of ghost hunters, so most people don’t go looking for him.

One day a kid decides to leave a note at a park. The note was for Phantom, thanking him for saving a relative of the kid’s. To everyone’s surprise, Phantom leaves a reply for the next day. Here’s an example.

To Phantom,

Thank you so so so so so much for saving my dad today!!! I was so scared that he was going to get really really hurt, but you saved him!!! Mom and dad both say you don’t like talking to people because there are bad people who want to hurt you, so I’m leaving you this note! I hope you see it! Oh, and my mom and dad say thanks too!! I hope you have an amazing day and stay safe from the bad people!!

From Alex

To Alex,

Your very welcome! Honestly, I was scared your dad was going to get hurt too, but I’m glad to hear he’s doing well now. It’s true, there are bad people, but I’m happy that there are also good people who appreciate me trying to help. Thank you for not trying to find me and instead leaving the note. I appreciate it! Hope you have a great day too!

P.S. Would you mind keeping this letter between you and your parents please? Reading this really warmed my heart core, but I really don’t want to suddenly have a ton of notes all over the park. I might be so busy trying to reply, I probably won’t get any sleep. And yes, some ghosts do need sleep.

From Phantom

[palaceofpassion]

I would like for Nora to take Jaune out on a date since Ren is busy and so Jaune ain't alone. And during the date she has so much fun and starts getting new feelings for Jaune during it. She tries to tell herself that there is no way she loves Jaune more than Renny... right? Jaune isn't trying to steal Nora. He is just having fun with her and being his charming self.

Nora was in serious trouble, like big kinds of trouble, not having pancake batter levels of trouble! And what's worse was that she wasn't sure what she was going to do about said trouble! It wasn't like she could just smash it all away like she normally did. No no no, this was a level of trouble she'd never thought about before.

Nora loved Ren, she did! She'd always loved Ren for as long as she could remember, it had always just been a thing. Nora and Ren! Of course... of course... she wasn't sure he loved her? His feelings were still up in the air, and with everything happening in Mantle and the way he'd been ignoring her recently it hadn't helped douse her self doubts.

That was just a road bump, a silly little bump in their lives! So of course she was going to get over it. However, the problem was now, the here and now anyways.

Ren had been busy, as common as that was lately, and she'd wanted to go out and do something! So of course she brought around her best guy pal, Jaune.

He needed to get out more and have a good time! As far as she'd noticed, no one had really been hanging out with him. Though he didn't seem to mind as he always put on a happy smile when he greeted everyone. But that was enough, and Nora wanted to let him relax.

So she'd asked him out on a date, which had both been a bit joking but lovingly so on her side, and shocking on his.

He'd of course agreed, cause duh why wouldn't he!

Everything had been going great, they'd had a ton of fun! Jaune really knew his way aroun Mantle, apparently he'd been spending most of his time down here and was really showing her the ropes.

But the real shock came at the end of the night, where they were right his moment.

She felt her world spin, literally and figuratively as Jaune spun her around.

"Wooo!" She let out a happy woop as Jaune held her by one hand, only to suddenly stop her, put his free hand upon her waist and pull her close.

"Hah! I'm glad you're having fun Nora."

"Heck yeah I am you big lug!"

She hadn't gone dancing in literal months, at least not like really dancing! It was always a shock when she remembered how good at it Jaune was, having those seven sisters really showed it's moxy when he needed it too.

Her face flushed, thankfully hidden by the cool air that brisked past her, as he drew closer, both arms suddenly slinging behind her back and holding her closely.

"Thanks Nora, I really needed this."

Nora of course, nodded into his chest.

'Was he always this broad? Wow~ He's really warm, augh he always gives such great hugs!'

She internally fought with herself as he slowly let her go, only to interlace his fingers with hers. "Well then my lovely date, I think it's about time for us to get back."

"Ah uh yeah!"

She felt her body warm as he shifted closer, blocking a sudden updraft of air coming there way.

"Well then, shall we head off?"

"Yep!"

She held her mouth shut as the two of them made their way back, all the while her heart throbbed in her chest.

'Oh crap I think I like Jaune...'

[coffeedrgn87]

Booktopus Appreciation Post

I had this post in the works for a while, but I was missing the perfect banner to go with it. Then, a couple of days ago, I finally came up with an underwater theme I would work around the idea of a book-loving octopus. I spent an hour on my phone trying to put something together and was fairly happy with the result until, well, until I wasn't...which was up until about half an hour ago when I decided to throw my old design out of the window and redo it completely. Because I'm nothing, if not some weird kind of a perfectionist.

Anyway, @thebooktopus, this post is for you to celebrate your wonderfulness, kind soul, incredible talent, encouragement, advice, sensibility, and perfect emoji reactions in my stories (and for no other reason than that flailing over you and your writing gives me immense joy).

You are an absolute fandom gem, bringing light and love to us all. You do so much for fandom, and since I've no idea how to reciprocate any of it, even just a little, I'll just do it in my own little ways: by saying thank you often, by going wild for your writing, and by showering you with purple love, because something that's become my thing and that's just so cool.

Pals, do you want to know how Maddy and I met? I asked for a cheerleader/alpha reader when I was about 50K into the whole monstrosity I submitted for this year's Wireless Fest, and Maddy jumped at it. I still firmly believe that she had no idea that she'd just (unwittingly) signed up for months listening to me wail about how I would never finish this and how nothing was working out and won't they bloody well kiss already. She took it all in her stride, offered advice, talked me down, and flailed, and we shared so much laughter and so many stories. One anon fest collaboration forged a friendship I'm determined to make last until at least forever, if not beyond that.

Most recently, I flailed over Maddy's I Wanna Be On You, which is the cutest, sexiest Drarry get-together I've read in a while. It made my stomach flip countless times, and I'm still utterly obsessed with every word of it. The hot smut, oh lord, Harry's possessiveness, the sweet moment between them in the kitchen. I absolutely heart conversations/scenes that happen in the kitchen. It's my jam.

Then there is Let Me Count The Ways, for which I have even less coherent words for you. This story absolutely ruined me, and did you know that there's art for it? It's included in the story, and it's precious. So, so precious. Go check it out. And read the story. Also, do leave a flailing comment if you have the spoons.

Maddy also wrote a truly fabulous Jeddy fic that I secretly look at every now and then because I love love love it. It's called I Fell Heavy Into Your Arms, and it's a complete gem, just like Maddy. I am a complete sucker for it. And while we're on the Jeddy train, Subscribed is another story I devoured that left me flailing in my own mind, unable to comprehend how simple words could wreck me so. I've decided to affectionately blame the writer 😈. I haven't had any complaints, so I suppose it's all good.

Before I simply leave a blurb to all of Maddy's stories, one last rec, namely What Have You Been Hiding Under Those Robes, Professor Malfoy?, which I have been obsessed with since I read it. There's art for it. Art that ruined me. Wanna know what else ruined me? The tattoos Maddy gave Draco. I squealed, and although it's been a while since I read the story, I'm like still obsessed. I don't think that'll ever change.

My other appreciation posts:

Origami Superstar Appreciation Post

Hedgehog Appreciation Post

Wolfpants Appreciation Post