#she has a whole ass friend group of like four other people. one of which is nonbinary!

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Playing a horror ttrpg, but I choose to forget that it's horror and get caught up in being friends with a cool NPC and talking to ghosts :)

[cosmicclearwater]

Give Him Time | E. Call

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Genre: fluff Character: Embry Call x Reader Word Count: 6.5k Warnings: cursing, kissing/making out, use of Y/N Summary: Embry tries to keep his distance but gives up when he realizes that he no longer has a choice. Requested: Yes (from anon: "embry x reader he imprints on reader who just moved to forks (no relationship with bella or anyone in the books she jus moved thered with her family) and he imprints when shes at a bonfire on la push beach. he is around with a couple other pack members and he’s supposed to jus keep watch and he takes a while to build a relationship w her") Note: characters are aged up (around 20).

a/n: kinda hate this, but it's been ages since I've posted, and this has been sitting in my drafts for a while.

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One week. I've been in Forks for one week and I've already been roped into attending some kind of late-night social gathering at a beach in La Push by a group of friends I met while working at the local grocery store in town. That would probably be exciting for most people, especially if they're new in town and know absolutely no one, but I don't see it that way. I would much rather be hiding away in my room, curled up under my weighted blanket with a good book and a hot cup of tea, not freezing my ass off at a bonfire on the beach surrounded by strangers. Despite it being late August and technically still summer, the nights are significantly cooler than the days, which aren't very hot themselves. Thankfully it's not raining out. I would have turned down the offer to come had it been anyone other than the sweet, kind-hearted Angela who'd asked. But since I didn't, I'm stuck listening to the annoying, air-headed Mike Newton go on an over-exaggerated tangent about the time got caught sleeping in his math class in high school and received detention for it.

As I try my best to be attentive, I can't help but let my eyes drift around the large group of people that surround the area. It was only supposed to be a small gathering, and that's how it started out, but as it gets later, more and more people show up. I sigh, continuing to scan the crowd until my eyes land on a small group of guys standing nearby. Just by their appearance, I know who they are. Jessica made sure to inform me prior to arriving about the "weird" reservation kids who act like they run the area and would probably show up to stand watch like guard dogs. She and her friends had a lot to say about the four guys, none of it being particularly nice. I don't see the problem, though, because they have kept to themselves the whole time. They speak when spoken to, but other than that, they keep conversation amongst themselves. I find myself intrigued by the reserved strangers.

My gaze lingers a little too long because one of them looks up and our eyes lock. Instantly, a shiver runs down my spine, a sudden rush of warmth replacing the coldness I'm feeling. Something about him draws me in and pulls me towards him, yet I can't find the will to move. He's beautiful, in a boyish kind of way, wearing khaki shorts and a black cut-off T-shirt despite the chilled weather. He's the one to break the impromptu staring contest when one of his friends nudges his side and steals his attention. I'm a little disappointed when his rich brown eyes look away. I watch for a little longer as they share a few hushed words before all of their eyes shift to me. The extra attention forces me to finally divert mine away.

"Hey," I lean closer to speak to Angela, "I'll be back. I'm gonna take a walk down the beach."

"Okay." She nods, "Do you want me to walk with you?"

"No, it's okay. I won't be gone long."

I walk along the shore, kicking rocks until I get far enough away that the loud music and shouting sound like a soft murmur in the distance. I find a washed-up log and sit down, watching the waves crash against the shore before retreating. It's quiet and peaceful. I could probably fall asleep sitting here. The sound of a stick snapping behind me ruins that thought. Turning my head away from the water and towards the forest, I come face-to-face with the handsome boy.

"You shouldn't be wandering around out here by yourself. It's not safe." He speaks as he takes a hesitant step closer to me.

"I could say the same to you."

"Why did you leave your friends?" He asks, coming to take a seat on the log next to me, making sure to leave a little space between us.

"They are hardly my friends." I laugh dryly, staring back out at the water. "I didn't even want to come."

"Then why did you?" I shrug in response, not really having a reasonable answer to give. "I could give you a ride home if you want."

"I don't even know you." I chuckle. "Didn't you just lecture me about it not being safe to wander off out here alone, and now you're offering me a ride home. Talk about stranger danger. This is literally the plot and premise of every teen slasher film."

"It was hardly a lecture. More of a piece of valuable advice." He smiles, offering his hand to shake. "I'm Embry Call."

"Y/N Y/L/N." I reply, grabbing his hand. It's unbelievably warm yet comforting.

"Now we're not strangers. Want to take me up on my offer now?" He asks. "If not, you could always go back and ask that Newton kid to tell you another story to help pass the time."

"I would rather step on a Lego than listen to another one of his stories." I scoff. "But I should let Angela know I'm leaving first."

"Let's go then." He chuckles and stands up, waiting for me to rise to my feet before leading me back to the bonfire.

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The drive to my house seems to go by quickly. We make small talk here and there until the conversations eventually fizzle out completely and we fall into a comfortable silence. There's a weird tension that lingers in the air. Not a bad weird, just different. I want to know more about him but he's a little closed off. When we speak, it seems like he wants to let me in, he wants to talk to me, but something is stopping him from getting too deep. Despite that, he makes me feel at ease.

"We're here." he speaks softly, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Oh, okay. Thanks for the ride." I reply, attempting to hide my disappointment with a smile. "And for not killing me." I tack on a joke for further convincing.

"No problem." He laughs as he opens his door to get out. He comes around to my side and opens my door for me, grabbing my hand gently to help me out of the truck. "I'll wait here until you get inside."

"Okay," I nod. "Will I see you around?"

"Maybe." He shrugs.

"Goodnight, Embry."

"Goodnight, Y/N." The way my name rolls off his tongue so soft and smooth sends a gentle shiver running through me. Every thought in my brain vanishes and it's only the sound of his voice playing over and over again like a broken record.

By the time I make it up to my room, I'm smiling hard and surely sporting flushed cheeks. I look out my window to check, and there he is, still waiting like he said. I wave down at him once we make eye contact. He smiles and waves back before climbing into the truck and reversing out of the driveway.

I go about my usual nightly routine before finally settling into bed. The smile that this mysterious boy has somehow managed to plant on my face has yet to disappear. I think back over our interactions throughout the night, and although they had been small and more than likely meaningless to him, they had me giggling and kicking my feet like a little schoolgirl. Figuratively, of course. Once I manage to calm myself down, I close my eyes and begin to drift off to sleep, whispering a quick prayer that tonight was only the first and not the last time I would be seeing the handsome stranger.

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"That movie was awful." I scoff, walking with the rest of the group out of the theater.

"I thought it was awesome!" Mike exclaims.

"How? There was an unnecessary amount of blood and gore that did absolutely nothing for the plot, and the graphics were horrible."

"Woah there! Didn't know we had a professional movie critic on our hands." Mike jokes, receiving laughter from the rest of the group.

I roll my eyes as they begin gushing and raving about the action movie as we walk down the street. I fall back behind the group a bit, putting a little distance between me and them, but not too much that it's noticeable. Not that I think they would notice anyway. Despite having hung out with them numerous times since the bonfire two weeks ago, my friendship with them hasn't progressed at all. I just don't feel much of a connection with any of them, other than Angela.

"Hey, Y/N!" A call of my name pulls me out of my thoughts. I look up at Angela and her friends to find the source, only to see them looking back at me, confusion written on all of their faces. "Hey!" The masculine voice calls again from behind me, a little closer this time. I turn around this time, coming face-to-face with one of the guys from the bonfire, Embry and a couple of others not far behind.

"Do I know you?" I ask.

"No, but I know you. I'm Jared Cameron." He offers me his hand to shake.

"Y/N Y/L/N." I shake his outstretched hand. The next one to introduce himself has short, curly hair and a boyish grin on his face.

"Quil Ateara. The fifth, but the greatest." He chuckles, shaking my hand. The last one steps up wearing a smug expression as he introduces himself.

"Paul Lahote." He smirks, grabbing my hand and bringing it up to his lips. However, before he can make contact with my skin, he is stopped by Embry's stern voice.

"Enough, Paul." He orders to the snickering man.

"Hi, Embry." I redirect my attention to the boy who stands a few steps behind the others.

"Hey." He replies, our gazes locking briefly before he looks away.

"We're heading to a little restaurant down the street," Jared explains. "Wanna join?"

"Oh uh-" As I try to find the words to respond to his spontaneous offer, I'm interrupted by the voice of a female, that I have come to realize I am not the biggest fan of.

"Hey, Y/N. Who are your friends?" She asks, leaving me no time to respond before turning to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm Jessica Stanley." A chorus of 'hey's and 'hello's come from the group in response.

"We're heading home if you're ready." She directs her attention to me this time.

"Okay."

"We were actually offering her to join us for dinner," Quil states, presenting the offer Jared had extended to me just a few moments ago. "If she hasn't eaten yet."

"That's so kind of you." Jessica speaks with fake enthusiasm.

"Will you?" Jared questions, eyes trained on mine.

"Sure." I nod, turning to the group I had come with. "If that's okay with all of you."

"Go ahead." Angela is the one to step up and speak, a small but noticeable smile on her face. "Text me when you get home?"

A simple nod is all she needs before she grabs Jessica's hand and guides her back over to their group.

"Let's go," Paul speaks, throwing his arm over my shoulder as if we've known each other for years, and begins to lead me away. "I'm starving."

The restaurant we end up at is a cute, family-owned Italian place. It's cozy and welcoming, much like the rowdy group of boys who invited me to it.

"You have got to try the pizza," Quil leans in from his chair beside me to show me the options on the menu. "It's amazing."

"You think so?" I ask, amused by his never-ending enthusiasm.

"I know so." He winks, flashing me a toothy grin.

"The chicken alfredo is also really good." Jared adds from his seat on the other side of the table. I take their suggestions into consideration as I browse the menu.

"Everything looks and sounds delicious," I say, a sigh of defeat passing through my lips. "I don't know what to choose."

"We could order a couple plates of pasta and a few large pizzas to share. The portions are pretty big." Jared suggests.

"That's fine with me." I nod. "I'm still kind of full from the popcorn I ate at the theater so I won't be able to finish a full meal by myself."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head," Quil taps the tip of my nose with his index finger, forcing a giggle out of me at his antics. "Whatever you don't eat, I can gladly finish for you."

"Sounds like a plan then." I smile.

Once we finalize our decisions and put in our orders, we fall into easy conversation. A majority of it is Jared, Quil, and Paul bickering about random stuff or asking me questions. Despite their endless chatter, I can't help but let my mind linger on the quiet male sitting directly to my left. Before I can gather the courage to talk to Embry, Paul grabs my attention.

"How come you hang out with that Newton kid and his friends if you can't stand them?"

"Huh?" His question throws me off a bit.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you didn't seem too thrilled when we saw you outside of the theater." He elaborates. "And you looked a little annoyed when that Jennifer girl butt in to our conversation."

"You mean Jessica?" I chuckle as I correct him.

"Yeah, her." He nods.

"I wouldn't say that I dislike them, necessarily." I shrug. "I just don't click with them well, I guess. Angela is cool, and Eric isn't too bad, but the others are just so...I don't know. Jessica has to always be the center of attention, and Mike is overly flirtatious and too handsy for me."

"Handsy?" Embry questions, addressing me for the first time since out intial greeting outside of the theater. "Has he touched you?"

"It's nothing bad," I assure him. "It's just little things like trying to hold my hand or mess with my hair. Just weirds me out a bit."

"He still shouldn't be trying to touch you without your permission." He grumbles. "Someone needs to put him in his place."

"It's fine." I shrug. "He's harmless, just doesn't understand boundaries." Before he can say anything else, the food arrives.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" The waitress asks after placing all of the food on the table. A chorus of "no's" and "no thank you's" float around the table. "Okay. Just call for me if you need me." As soon as she walks away, we all dig in.

"I am stuffed!" I exclaim after taking the last bite of pasta on my plate. There's still half a dish of pasta and a full pizza left on the table, but at the rate that the boys are eating, I'm positive it will be gone soon.

"You humans and your small appetites." Quil laughs around a mouth full of pizza. His comment earns him a harsh glare from the others.

"Humans?" I laugh at his strange words. "What are you, then? A dog." The table falls quiet as the four share a look before breaking out into nervous laughter. Ignoring their weird response, I change the subject.

"So, what is school like on the reservation?" I ask.

"Boring," Jared replies. "And a lot smaller than public schools."

"What do you do for fun?"

"We spend a lot of time hanging out with our friend Sam and his fiancee, Emily, at their place. It's our home away from home." He answers.

"Or going cliff jumping." Paul adds.

"Cliff jumping?" My eyes widen as I repeat the words back to him. "Is that even safe?"

"No, but it's fun as hell." Quil chuckles. "Gives you a huge adrenaline rush. You should come with us and give it a try some time."

"Absolutely not." Embry interjects, shutting down his suggestion before I can answer for myself. "She could get seriously injured, if she doesn't die from it."

"She'll be fine." Paul jumps in. "Jacob's little leech lover did it and survived."

"Barely." Embry scoffed. "Jacob had to pull her out and perform mouth-to-mouth on her."

"Well, it's a good thing she will be with us then." Paul responds cheekily. "What do you say, Y/N? I don't mind providing a little mouth-to-mouth if necessary."

"I'll pass."

"You should come hang out on the rez, then? At Sam and Emily's place." Jared suggests.

"I don't know." I shake my head. "I don't want to intrude. You seem like a really tight-knit group."

"It's fine." He waves me off. "You'll fit right in." A smug look flickers across his face, as if he knows something that I don't.

"Maybe, but not tonight. I need to get home soon."

"Of course." Jared nods. "Let's pay the bill and then we can head out."

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"Are you sure this is okay? They won't mind that I'm here?" I ask Quil as we make our way up the drive way toward Sam and Emily's house.

"Of course not." He gives me a reassuring smile. "We've told them all about you, and they are excited to meet you. Emily's happy to have another female to hang out with. Something about there being too much testosterone around here." He rolls his eyes laughing. "Word of advice though. Don't stare at Emily's face. It pisses Sam off."

"Noted." I nod as we walk up the steps.

"Honey, I'm home!" Quil shouts into the house as he throws the door open.

"Please leave." Paul deadpans.

"Hi! You must be Y/N." A woman greets warmly as she makes her way across the kitchen, making sure to smack Paul in the back of the head and telling him to be nice. "I'm Emily Young." She introduces herself as she pull me into a hug.

"Yes, I am." I nod smiling, reciprocating her hug. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm Sam Uley." A man steps up next to her, greeting me as he does. "That's Seth and Leah Clearwater," He gestures to two other unfamiliar faces sitting at the kitchen table. "And you know the rest of the hooligans."

"Hooligans?" Jared scoffs. "I'll have you know that I am a very distinguished young man." He says as he adjusts his invisible tie.

"Yeah, maybe compared to a caveman." Paul retorts, causing Jared to retaliate by intiating a wrestling match in the small kitchen.

"Enough, you two." Sam barks, trying and failing to hide his amusement at their antics.

"Come sit." Emily turns to me, gently ushering me to the only empty chair at the table, which happens to be right next to Embry.

"Hey," He greets in a quiet whisper as I take a seat.

"Hey."

"Are you okay?" He questions, a look of concern on his features.

"Yeah," I nod. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You just seem a little tense." He answers. "And they can be a lot sometimes, even for someone like me who has spent years dealing with them."

"I'm okay," I assure him with a smile. He simply nods before turning to finish his lunch as Emily sets a plate down in front of me.

"I'm not sure if you've eaten already but I saved a plate for you." She explains. "Food doesn't last long around here with all of these men so I made sure to put some aside when I heard you were coming."

"I'm starving, actually. I haven't eaten yet today." I reply. "Thank you!"

"You haven't eaten? Like, at all?" The boy named Seth asks from his spot opposite of me.

"No." I shake my head. "I was up late last night writing a paper for my English class and started working on it again as soon as I woke up. I guess I got a little too carried away and forgot to eat anything. But hey! At least I finished my paper. Four days early at that."

"You should still make sure you're eating properly though." Embry states.

"Of course." I nod in agreement. "It's a bad habit I've been trying to kick for years. Once I get locked in on something, it's hard to step away. My mom has lectured me, like, a million times about it."

"So it happens often, is what I'm hearing." Emily steps in, her mom voice making an appearance."

"More often then it should." I respond sheepishly.

"That settles it then." She shakes her head in disbelief. "I'm now making it my personal duty to make sure you are eating three full meals a day. Can't have you getting sick on us."

"You don't have to do that." I argue.

"I know I don't have to, but we take care of our own around here. I know you're new to the group, but I already consider you one of us." She explains, her tone leaving no room fro argument.

"Okay." A blush warms my cheeks as I finally begin to dig into my food.

"Embry." Sam calls his name from where he stands by the kitchen door. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

He responds with a nod before rising from his chair and following Sam outside. They are standing on the porch right outside the door, speaking in hushed whispers. As the conversation goes on, Embry seems to grow increasingly frustrated or angry, I assume by the expressions on his face. A few more words are shared between the two before Embry stomps off the porch and Sam returns to the kitchen, letting out a heavy sigh as he enters. The others give him a questioning look, but all he does is shake his head in response.

"What are you doing tonight?" He asks, coming to sit at the table next to Emily.

"Nothing really." I shrug. "Planned on just hanging out at home and reading a book."

"Lame!" Quil and Jared shout simultaneously.

"I'm hosting a bonfire tonight if you would like to join."

"Please do!" Emily almost begs. "You can meet the other girls as well. Kim and Rachel, Jared's and Paul's girlfriends."

"Sure," I nod. "Why not?"

"Perfect!" She smiles. "Would you like to run into town with me? I need to grab some groceries for the barbeque."

"Of course. I don't have anything else to do."

"Let me go grab my purse."

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"Hey, Emily. Can I ask you something?" I ask as we walk down another aisle to grab the things she needs.

"Ask away."

"Does Embry not like me or something?" I question. "Like, did I do something wrong? Or offend him in some way?"

"Of course not." She shakes her head at my words. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know." I shrug, nervously fidgeting with the loose threads on my sweater. "He just seems closed off when I'm around. I just thought maybe it was something I did."

"That's just Embry." She reassures me. "He's always been more of an introvert compared to the other guys."

"You sure?"

"I'm positive." She stops walking and turns to face me. "Don't read too much into it. Just give him time. He'll come around." I nod in response, choosing to trust her words and expel those negative thoughts from my head. "Now come on, we only have a few more things to grab and I'm afraid those bozos might destroy the house if they are left alone too long." She giggles as she begins walking again, me following close behind.

When we return to the house, the guys are horsing around outside, as Emily and I head to the kitchen to put everything away. Once all of the groceries are in their rightful place, she begins to prep what will be needed for dinner.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

"No, I got it, but thanks." She politely declines. "Why don't you head outside. Or you can hang out in the living room and watch some TV. Whatever you want to do."

"You sure?"

"Yep."

I begin to make my way towards the door to go outside when I notice Embry sitting on the couch by himself. I hesitate briefly before making up my mind and stepping towards the living room instead.

"Hi, Embry." I speak softly, as not to startle him.

"Hey, Y/N." He greets, glancing at me over his shoulder and then turning his attention back towards the TV.

"What're watching?"

"Nothing, really. Just flipping through channels to see if anything good is on. So far, I've found nothing." He shrugs.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

"No, I don't mind." He scoots over to make room on the couch. We fall into a tense silence as he continues to flip through channels before he finally settles on a true crime show.

"Are you excited for the bonfire?" He asks, finally breaking the silence and turning his head to look at me, our gazes interlocking.

"Yeah, actually. I am." I reply, smiling. This is the first time we've had an actual conversation together since the one we had on the night we met and I can't help but feel giddy about it.

"Good." He nods, he lifts one of his hands to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You look beautiful, by the way."

"Oh, uh, thank you." I can feel my cheeks heat up instantly. "You do, too. Look handsome, I mean. Not beautiful. Not that you aren't beautiful, I just-" I blush harder as I stumble over my words.

"Thank you." He interrupts, chuckling softly.

Our conversation dies out as we stare into each other's eyes. However, the silence this time is much more comfortable. Without realizing it, we had begun to lean into each other. So close that our noses are almost touching.

"Can I-" Embry begins to speak but is cut off as Sam's voice carries through from the kitchen.

"Embry, come out. I need your help gathering the fire wood."

"Okay, be right there." He replies, backing away. "I'll talk to you in a bit, okay?"

"Okay. Yeah." I nod, another blush dusting my cheeks as I start to think about what would have happened if Sam hadn't come in.

Embry then gets up from his spot beside me, leaving me with a soft smile and following Sam out the door.

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The bonfire burns brightly, providing some warmth against the chilly night air. I sit with the other girls, talking and laughing as the guys kick around a soccer ball off to the side. Just like Emily, Kim and Rachel are kind and inviting, making it easy to fall into comfortable conversation. Even Leah, despite her quiet nature.

"So, you and Embry, huh?" Rachel nudges my side gently with her elbow, wiggling her eyebrow suggestively.

"What about me and Embry?" I ask confused.

"Are y'all, like, a thing?" Kim is the one to ask the question.

"Oh, no. Definitely not." I shake my head, laughing at the incredulousness of the idea. "If you haven't noticed, he barely speaks to me."

"Which is kind of crazy to me because the guy can barely keep his eyes off of you." Rachel says.

"Right!" Kim exclaims. "Glad I'm not the only one who noticed."

"You're seeing things." I argue.

"But you like him though, don't you?" Leah asks.

"Would you think I'm crazy if I said yes?" I bite my lip nervously. "He. doesn't even give me the time if day. Today was the first time we've held a conversation that was longer than three words since the night we met, but I can't help but be drawn to him. Like some kind of invisible string is keeping me tied to him. I sound weird and obsessive, don't I?" I sigh, feeling embarrassed at my admission.

"Not at all." Emily smiles, providing me with some comfort. "Like I said earlier, just give him a little time."

"You should-" Before Rachel can finish what she is going to say, they sound of men arguing grabs all of our attention.

"I said back off, Paul!" Embry shouts angrily at his friend.

Paul laughs menacingly. "Oh yeah? Or what?"

Embry lets out what I can only describe as a deep growl as his body begins to shake in anger.

"Careful there, Call." He says mockingly. "Don't want to lose your cool in front of your girlfriend." Those words seem to be the final trigger, because on my next breath, Embry's clothes shred to pieces as he turns into a giant wolf.

All of the air leaves my lungs as the scene unfolds. Paul is next, shifting into a massive beast in the blink of an eye, right as Embry lunges for him. The two begin to fight, large jaws snapping at each other as they roll on the ground.

"What the actual fuck?" I whisper as I finally catch my breath.

"Leah, Emily." Sam calls. "Get her inside." As soon as the words leave his mouth, a black wolf, larger than the other two, takes the place where his once human form stood. The others soon follow, beginning to chase after the two who have now managed to tumble into the forest.

"Can someone please explain to me what the hell just happened?" I gasp out as we make our way into the living room.

"It's not really our place to say, but Sam can as soon as he gets back." Emily places a comforting yet firm hand on my shoulder, forcing me to take a seat on the couch.

"They're not gonna kill each other, are they?" The horrifying thought leaves my lips before I can stop it.

"No," Rachel shakes her head. "They'll be fine. This actually happens quite often."

"That doesn't make me feel any better." I look at her as if she is insane."

"Sam will calm them down, and then they will all return safely. Not scratch or bruise in sight." Kim explains. I nod, taking a deep breath.

"So they're werewolves?"

"We prefer the term 'Shifter'." Leah states.

"Can all of you do that?"

"Nope. Just me and the guys."

"You're the only female that can turn into a wolf?"

"The only one known." She nods.

"Okay." I nod, trying to process the new found information. "Wow! This is a lot to take in."

"You're handling it pretty well, though." Kim giggles. "I half expected you to run off screaming."

We sit waiting for about ten minutes, them answering the questions they are allowed to answer, before the door swings open. Jared, Quil, and Seth walk into the house, Sam, Paul, and Embry moments after.

"Sorry about that, Y/N." Paul laughs as he throws himself down on the floor in front of where Rachel sits.

"No problem." I respond before turning my attention towards Sam.

"I'm sure you have a few questions."

"That's the understatement of the century." Sam chuckles at my response as he begins to explain everything. Their history, abilities, what causes the first shift, what triggers every shift after, how they control it. He goes on for what feels like half an hour until he feels that he has covered everything.

"Now that that is out of the way, there is one more thing you must know, but it's best if you and Embry discuss that privately."

"Um...okay?" I turn to look at Embry, who is still standing next to the door.

"Can I give you a ride home?" He asks. "I'll explain on the way there."

"Sure." I nod, standing from the couch. "Thanks for inviting me. Despite all of the chaos, I really enjoyed spending time with you all."

"Of course, Y/N." Sam smiles gently. "You're welcome any time."

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The first ten minutes of the twenty-minute drive pass in silence. Neither of us willing to break it, but eventually I speak, not being able to stand the tension anymore.

"Embry?" I call his name softly, my voice coming out as almost a whisper. "There was something you wanted to tell me."

"'Want' isn't exactly the word I would use, but I don't really have a choice." He sighs heavily. "For starters, I want to apologize. I didn't want to drag you into this. I tried to keep my distance, but my friends were hellbent on playing matchmakers. If it had been up to me, tonight wouldn't have ever happened."

"Oh." His words trigger an ache in my chest.

"It's not that there is anything wrong with you. You're great, actually. It's just that I didn't want to bring you into my world because it's too dangerous for you."

"Dangerous? How? What does any of this have to do with me?"

"That leads to my next point. There is this thing that us Shifters do. It's called imprinting." He explains as he slows the car down before pulling over to the side of the road and putting the car in park.

"Imprinting?" I ask as he turns to me, eyes locking onto mine.

"Yeah. In looser terms, it's kind of like finding our soulmate. The one person we are destined to be with. When we find our imprint, they instantly become the one thing in this world that we would do anything for. We will become anything they want or need us to be. A protector, a friend, a lover. They become the center of our whole world. The gravity that holds us to the Earth. Everything and everyone in our lives suddenly comes second to them."

"Are you saying that-"

"Yes," He nods, responding before I can finish my sentence as if he had read my mind. "That night we first met, on the beach in La Push, I imprinted on you. It's not something we can control, it just happens. We don't choose who we imprint on. The moment I looked into your eyes, my fate was sealed."

"Is that why you avoided me? Did you want it to be someone else?"

"No." He shakes his head. "I was avoiding you because bringing you into all of this is dangerous. There are other supernatural beings that exist, and just you breathing puts you in danger because of the connection we have."

"Other supernatural beings? Like what?"

"Vampires. Those are our biggest enemies and what triggered out phases."

"Vampires," I mutter his words back to him in disbelief. "Here in Forks?" He nods in response.

"So if you don't have control over the bond, what would happen if I didn't want it?" I question. "Not saying that I don't, just asking." I quickly explain.

"You could reject it, but it wouldn't be easy. For either of us. The longer we spend apart, the more it will begin to hurt. Not just emotionally but physically too. We would both grow weaker, and it would affect my shifting and other abilities."

"Wow."

"And I'm not saying that to scare you at all, just answering your question honestly."

"So what does that mean for us?"

"What do you want it to mean? Like I said, you are now my sole purpose of living. Your safety and well-being, your life, are now my greatest priority. I will be whatever you need me to be."

"Okay. So, if I wanted to pursue something romantically, would you only be doing it because you have to? Because I actually really like you. Like a lot. But I don't want to force you into anything that you don't actually want."

"I like you, too. And I'm not just saying that because of the bond. I do genuinely mean that. I know it didn't seem like it because of how I acted and how I treated you, but the more time I've spent around you, the more my feelings have grown. My feelings for you are real, they are just amplified by the connection we have."

"Okay."

"Is that want you want?" He asks. "To pursue this romantically?"

"Maybe." I shrug. "Do you?"

"I would like that." He smiles softly.

"Me too." I return with a smile of my own, subconsciously leaning closer to him. "We should probably take it slow though."

"Definitely." He responds, moving in more. Our noses brush gently as he speaks. "Would you be mad if I kissed you? Right now."

I shake my head at his question. "I think I would be more mad if you didn't"

That's all that needs to be said before he leans in the rest of the way and molds his lips softly to mine. Butterflies erupt in my stomach instantly. My body feels like it's on fire, but in a good way. His hand finds my cheek, angling me to deepen the kiss as both of mine find the nape of his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.

Once we both run out of breath, he pulls back, pecking my lips a few more times.

"I should probably get you home." He whispers, resting his forehead against mine.

"Yeah, you probably should." I whisper back, brushing my lips against his softly. He groans softly, caving in and kissing me hard.

"Okay." He moves away to settle back into his seat. "For real, I need to get you home."

"Sorry." I blush.

"Don't apologize." He says. "I didn't mind at all. And now that I've gotten a taste of what its like to kiss you, I don't ever want to stop, but we've been sitting here for a while out in the middle of nowhere."

"You're right. Let's go."

The rest of the drive is spent with light conversation and giddy smiles shared between the two of us. He keeps my hand interlocked with his the whole time and places light pecks against the back of it every now and then. We finally make it to my house, much to my disappointment. Embry, being the gentleman he is, walks me to the door.

"I guess this is goodnight, then." He says, hands still holding mine tightly, as if he doesn't want to let go.

"I mean, it doesn't have to be." He quirks an eyebrow at the insinuation behind my words. "Do you want to come in?"

"I shouldn't." He shakes his head, releasing one of my hands so I can unlock my front door.

"But I think you should." I open the door, tugging on his hand as I step inside. I watch as he battles with whether he should decline or give in. I wait patiently as he makes his decision.

"Fuck it!" He finally says before diving in for a kiss, kicking the door closed behind us as we stumble into the house.

[istoleyoursk1n]

WAIT WAIT HERES ONE! All companions drunk off their asses in a karaoke session while Tav is the only sober one😭

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Tav being sober while all the other companions are drunk off their asses in a karaoke session

(I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS HELP HAHAHA)

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: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

Says he's only there for the drinks and to watch everyone else make a fool of themselves.

Ends up being part of the people who are being absolute fools of themselves.

He’s the type to say “oh I can’t siNg” only to grab the mic out of your hands and start balling out the lyrics of Bad Romance like it's nobody’s business.

He’s tame at first, enjoying himself as he watches the shitshow unfold but four drinks in and he’s already hoarding the microphone.

I like to think he somehow becomes better at singing the drunker he gets.

Accidentally hits high notes and he makes it everyone's problem.

Probably slapped someone by accident when they were trying to get the microphone back from his drunken ass.

He becomes far more expressive and loud the more he drinks which only makes it all the more fun to be honest.

Tried to have a sing-off with Wyll. Somehow ends up with Astarion threatening to bite him.

: ̗̀➛ GALE

Very confused.

He came here for bonding time with friends only to be surrounded by feral drunks.

He’s definitely not the one singing but Astarion kept giving him wine and he kept drinking and now he’s halfway into either drunk crying or drunk ranting.

He’s the type to start talking about his ex again once drunk.

Had a very informative conversation with the wall.

Fell asleep for about five seconds only to be woken up by the sound of loud screaming into the microphone wonderful singing.

He likes suggesting songs for the group to sing but he's not even including himself in said singing. The least he does is clap his hands.

Remember when I said he’d either drunk cry or drunk rant? Guess what, he’s doing both now and either Halsin or you are trying their damn best to support him.

Try to ask him what he's crying about and he wouldn't even know what the fuck he’s crying about. Proceeds to give you a long instructive speech about the importance of how one pronounces certain spells. (He accidentally activated said spell too).

: ̗̀➛ WYLL

He drank exactly one bottle of alcohol and called it quits. He’s practically as sober as you right now.

The most tame of the group by far but he hardly has any complaints about the chaos, he's having so much fun!

If Astarion isn't hoarding the microphone, he’s the one singing and he’s really good at it. This man can sing and he figured now would be the best time to finally show it.

He’s being as humble as he can but you can tell he’s putting in more effort than he should for a drunken karaoke party.

This man is literally singing each song as if he’s performing his own concert. Ten songs in and somehow his voice box still hasn't given out.

Started having a sing-off with Astarion and he could hardly take it seriously. He wasn’t even drunk but he kept laughing and when he laughs Astarion laughs and they both ended up becoming a mess.

He and Astarion were probably the ones bickering over who’d get to hold the microphone.

However, he always ends up giving the microphone to both because of his gentlemanly ways and this man can't say no to Astarion even if his life fucking depended on it.

HE SANG AN ENTIRE MUSICAL SOUNDTRACK.

: ̗̀➛ KARLACH

SCREAMING INTO THE MICROPHONE.

Don’t ever give her the damn microphone or pick any goddamn song less you want your ears to bleed.

She loves metal/rock songs way too much and she will death metal scream every single word as if she was being dragged back down to the pits of hell.

She’s drunk off her ass as well and it gets worse because she keeps finishing people’s left over drinks.

She’s so unbelievably hyper when she's drunk and in a festive mood that during the whole karaoke session, she broke the damn table.

She laughed so hard right after that for a moment she forgot to fucking breath.

She constantly has to stand up and move about or dance to the music because she just has so much energy in her right now. It's damn well impressive how she somehow never tires.

The thing is, her laugh is contagious so when she starts laughing someone else probably starts laughing as well and it all becomes an even bigger disaster.

Broke the doorknob on her way to head out and grab more drinks.

: ̗̀➛ LAE’ZEL

Didn't want to be there.

Everyone was so loud and obnoxious that it was honestly a tad bit annoying for her. She could have been doing something far more productive and instead-

Never mind that, now she's having a drinking contest with Shadowheart in the midst of all the screaming and singing.

Where did the shot glasses go?! Oh, its with her.

Suddenly, taking multiple shots of alcohol will help improve her tolerance to an array of different substances that may pose a threat to her bodily autonomy. That’s an excuse, she just doesn't want to seem unproductive.

Not the one singing at all but she keeps finishing the bottles before anyone else can even get a taste of them.

Surprisingly, she has a really high alcohol tolerance. She’d probably be 10 shots in and still appear as sober as you.

Though, please take the liquor away from her as soon as possible. When she actually gets drunk two things happen. She either becomes more aggressive than she ever was before or even worse, she becomes nicer.

Amidst it all, you may see a snicker or two come out of her, one that she’d be trying so hard to hide. Truth be told, she would have grown to love her chaotic bunch of weirdo friends and she wouldn't have regretted a thing.

: ̗̀➛ SHADOWHEART

Actually one of the people singing! When Astarion and Wyll aren't battling it out over the microphone of course.

Depending on her current mood, she's either going all out on Mitski songs or rocking it out with Karlach.

There is no damn way she went through the karaoke session without singing Washing Machine Heart.

Before she could sing another song, she was ever so quickly pulled into a drinking match with Lae’zel in which the winner was undetermined; because Karlach broke the damn table with the shot glasses on it.

There is no damn way she went through the karaoke session without singing Bring Me To Life, part 2.

When she gets really drunk she either becomes louder or eerily quiet.

She’ll just quietly sit in the corner and watch and sometimes it's just the creepiest thing ever.

But in the cases where she does get loud, she’s off laughing her ass off over the chaos unfolding right before her eyes. She would have been talking shit along with Astarion if it weren't for the fact that he was quite literally having a wrestling match with Wyll over the microphone.

Probably fell asleep after a while and somehow never woke up until the next day.

: ̗̀➛ HALSIN

Very confused 2.0.

He tries to refrain from drinking as much as possible because he knows just how embarrassing he becomes so he kind of just smiles and sits there during the first half.

Besides he really doesn't want to burden you with having to be the only sober person in the party.

The least he’d be doing is very subtly dancing to the beat. Do you know how dads would do those little awkward dances during parties? Exactly that.

Either you, Shadowheart, or Astarion coaxed him into finally drinking and things began to go downhill from there.

The thing is, when he drinks, he can drink a lot, it's just that he prefers not to. However, the real reason he can drink a lot is that he forgets to set a limit for himself especially when his mind is so scattered.

Became oddly clingy towards you in ways that you’d never expect. Suddenly he’s blurting out random things he feels about you and the others in the most wholesome way imaginable.

If it isn't you, he’s confessing his “”undying love”” to the first person he sees.

Stared at a plant for five minutes.

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[adivinationwitch]

Long rambly Patti LuPone related post, but there is a point at the end, I swear.

You know seeing how many people have discovered Patti, literally learned she even existed in some cases, because of AAA, and it makes me think of how I first came across her and learned of her existence.

I'm in the UK, and I didn't grow up in London, so it's not like she was a physical presence within the culture of my city so it took me getting into musicals, having a Cole Porter phase as a teenager (I know. What other 14 year old is playing Anything Goes on the piano and singing Well, Did You Evah? in the shower?), and a Sondheim freaking spiral when I was twenty that led me to Patti and not just that voice but that personality.

Like, for someone who has grown up being told she's too loud (not by family, who are all as loud as I am. Where else would I get it?), who won loudest child when she was 7 at a competition in Blackpool, and was told by her choir teacher when she was 9 'You're the only one we can hear, Lana' (like that's my problem that the rest of the kids are too quiet?) or being told by teachers 'that'll do, Lana' when I was sharing my opinion (it didn't stop me) and then having 'friends' refuse to speak to me in high school for two whole weeks because they didn't like me standing up to an older girl who was my relentless bully (since I was FOUR. This bitch was seriously obsessed. I hope wherever she is now that her life sucks, I really do) because it 'drew attention' on them apparently, finding someone who was loud and opinionated and embraced that was freaking amazing for me, and pretty inspiring and encouraging, especially when you've begun to feel that maybe you should tone yourself down (I mean that's not to say I haven't had some positive reinforcements about my loudness and character; one of my tutors in drama school, when talking about projection, casually added 'this isn't something you'll have to worry about, Lana'. Erm, thank you? And when I moved to NYC, my room mates loved my pushy opinionated style and used it to get themselves constant cheap tickets for Broadway shows. So I had a purpose, haha)

And in a world where you grow up being told by media that dark hair is something we should dye blonde if we want to be seen as attractive, or that brown eyes are masculine and beautiful blue eyes are feminine, and you even have freaking agents suggesting blue-tint lenses for auditions, the fact she was a brown eyed brunette, and not just that but a short brown eyed brunette (Any other fellow 5'2 people out there?), well my brain just went 'Inspirational' and full on heart eyes.

And the bonus is you can never feel in competition with Patti as an actor or singer, because she's in a league all of her own. And now, in recent years, when I listen to her albums, I have the same nostalgia she had for the songs she chose. Because, having a mother and aunts who are also children of the 50s and who are obviously Patti's age, with a family that were theatrical if not actually in theatre themselves (my Mum used to do impressions for her sisters and parents when she was five of the 1940s movie singers, and also pretend to be people like Burt Lancaster in made up interviews), I grew up with these sorts of songs being sung to me. So when I listen to Patti singing 'Happy Talk' I'm 6 years old again with my mum and South Pacific on the TV as we did the hand movements, or 'Heat Wave' takes me back to summers at my grandmother's where she would sing that song (as well as 'The Heat is On') whenever the weather was hot. Patti has unexpectedly taken on a whole other level of connection for me no.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO THE POINT OF THIS LONG ASS POST.

I have seen some people (occasionally on Tumblr but mostly in other places, particularly theatre group places) who've known and been fans of Patti for years being a bit gatekeepery about Marvel fans liking her. Judging them for not knowing every bit of her work, or if they don't personally like musicals so are only looking at her straight plays and screen work. And I just want to say that attitude is a fucking crock of shit.

I LOVE that people have discovered her through Marvel, that more people, and some really young, like in their teens, might have the same experience I, and others, have had, of feeling a little more comfortable in your own skin and personality because of seeing the way Patti is and her personality and life.

And you know what? You don't have to watch and listen to everything she's ever done if you don't want to. Gatekeeping is such a comic book boy thing to do, but it's worse because it's happening in theatre which is meant to be all about acceptance.

So yeah, there is no right or wrong way to enjoy Patti's work or to be a fan of hers or to appreciate her. Hell, you can just enjoy her in AAA and nothing else; who gives a damn? (Also, as I've said before, when I discovered Patti there was no TikTok and no real fan-edit social media thing at all, so getting all these edits and lost clips posted by new fans is great for me, and is a whole new experience and I love it)

And that actually goes for anything.

[merp0515]

Fanfiction Writer Apperation Post!

Ayo all Merp here! I hope everyone is having a great time whatever time zone you got. I'm a simply derpy ass artist that likes to draw stuff that the Internet has shown me! That includes lovely fanfiction stories I tend to read a lot about. Which is why this post is here to bring a HUGE appreciation for someone in the SMG4 community more from the SMG34 squad! My great friend and a badass from many projects featuring their own series such as "Next Step With You!", @shygirl4991 !

We all have known them from many spots that they are part of like the one they are doing with @lizaluvsthis in "Brewing Romance", "The Chains of a Fragile Soul" with @b-r-i-n-g-x , and "Spilt Into Three's/Six Splits For Four" with the artwork done by @alianarepasa !

They have also done some cool group collab with lots of people, bringing out the artworks each group puts out such as "Coffee Prince and The Frog" (collab with Liz and Aly), and "Shadow Vision" (Bringx, Liz and Aly)!

They never fail to be inspired by many other people that sometimes have ideas for our favorite gays but either don't have the time to do them or they want to do it but don't know how to put into words! Some of these beautiful ideas that came to life thanks to Shay's amazing writing skills are "Just A Dream", "Trade For You" ideas inspired by @therabbitdemon , and "Death Of SMG3" requested by @anartisticalniche !

I had the honor of making the cover art for their cute fluffy "Doll Confessions" fic they made a while back collabing with Bringx's adorable GMod photos she did! Even though what got me into their stories was through "Brewing Romance", there's another story that got me into them and had me always checking fanfiction sites to see if they made anything new and that's one of their many solo projects "Azure Potion!"

It's always fun making art covers for them or draw out characters they've created over time with the plethora of stories done by our lovely writer! I highly recommend checking out their other solo stories such as "Forklift Date", "Mistletoe Wars", "True Colors", "Trapped In a Bleakly Winter", and "A Shot of SMG34"!

There's definitely more stories they've written for these lovey gays but it's gonna take me a while to put them on here lol. Nonetheless while we artist have a blast in creating art for all your favorite fanfictions, please don't forget to show some love to the brains behind the whole thing! Without them, we wouldn't be able to enjoy making all the amazing art to show our love and appreciation for ALL of their hard work! As one that does both art and writing (even though I don't really post many stories on here because my writing style is still a work in progress), I'd love to be recognized by both my art AND the writing I do! Remember to see who's the original writer first before commenting anything!

Anyways……

THANK YOU SHAY FOR ALL THE BEAUTIFUL STORIES YOU CREATED FOR THE FANDOM! WE ALL LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOUR HARD WORK LAD!

Never stop doing what you love and keep on writing! 😄

And to all you lovely writers in this fandom. We love and appreciate all the hard work you all do as well! Keep on writing and create lovely stories to share with everyone! :)

Have a mini colleague of some the art I made for Shay's stories in the past including the cover I did for "Doll Confessions"!

[jerktournament]

FINAL ROUND - GLaDOS (Portal) VS Herbert P Bear (Club Penguin)

!!! PROPAGANDA BELOW !!!

GLaDOS: "So mot only is she running your character through a series of puzzles with the intention of killing her at the end, but in the second game she spends the Entire. Time. Verbally and emotionally abusing you, including body shaming and bullying you for being an orphan. If it's any consolation, she does have to exist as a potato for the second and third acts of Portal 2."

"Known for being mean (hot). Mercilessly targets the player character's every possible insecurity. Petty and mean. I understand if you don't want to include her since she tends to dominate polls, lol."

HERBERT: "This mf spends his whole life trying to heat up a frozen island and terrorizing the innocent penguins that live on it all bc he was bad at sailing one time and is too much of a wimp to try again. Classic Misery loves Company type asshole."

"operation blackout would have been NOTHING without him (mostly because he caused it). he has a SOLAR LASER. this polar bear is an ass who literally harnessed the power of the sun and froze the top members of the elite penguin force (a group of penguin special agents) and his best friend is an equally villainous crab"

"Herbert may be a fandom darling in our fandom of like, 20 people. BUT DON'T LET THAT FOOL YOU! He is a conniving, EVIL bear, and a professional jerk and some highlights of his jerkishness include...

- Spending ten years of his life (by the time the game closed) trying to destroy the Penguin Secret Agency and Elite Penguin Force (both were agencies that protected the island from disasters and villains like Herbert) with varying success...

- SUCCESSFULLY destroyed the Penguin Secret Agency with a popcorn bomb, which destroyed their HQ. It should also be noted that while doing so, he locked in the player, Rookie, and Gary the Gadget Guy, presumably so the bombs explosion would have killed them all.

-Teamed up with the EPF to stop the Ultimate Protobot 10,000 and the Test Bots, a small group of four dangerous robots after he personally brought them back. When Protobot went "too far" for Herbert's standards by threatening the environment and trying to completely destroy the EPF (despite the aforementioned Popcorn Bomb incident literally destroying the PSA, and also a certain Operation: Blackout), causing him to temporarily switch sides. This might sound like a character growth moment...except for the fact that he immediately betrays them once Protobot is dealt with and attacks and damages the EPF's HQ using a robot hydra made for the Medieval Party that he stole.

- A canonical ex-dictator. Don't believe me? Look up Operation: Blackout on the Club Penguin Wiki! He froze several agents during his reign of terror, was open to freezing innocent civilians, and also wanted to do away with puffles- the pets of penguins. He also banned several hobbies and professions during his reign (being a Ninja, a DJ, a Pirate, etc) for no reason other than disliking them. He also destroyed the EPF'S HQ and exposed two agents' private information to the public. This means Herbert is the first and only character to canonically dox people he doesn't like on Club Penguin.

-Was planning to bomb the EPF literally two months later with a hot sauce bomb (makes sense in context of the game and yes, it is more destructive than it sounds).

-Brainwashed puffles into digging coins for him purely because his henchman, Klutzy the crab brought a coin slot to use for his DIY heater, instead of just removing the coin slot and retooling it to work without one like a normal person."

[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you Chp.21

Pairing: Minchan (mention of OT8)

Word Count: 4613

Summary: Chan and Minho organize a long break for the whole group, knowing they all need one after these troubling times. Five months later, Chan gets a taste of Minho in his best form, and he couldn't be more proud.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, cuddles, smut, min is insecure about his weight gain, small misunderstanding, the boys are in love

Chp. 20 | Back to the beginning

A/N: Thank you to everyone who made it this far and enjoyed the story. Thank you for the lovely requests and comments, they made the whole process so much more fun. My first Stray Kids project is officially "done". As always, I am open to writing more as long as you have concrete wishes and ideas. I've enjoyed writing this series a lot, delving a little more into the aspects of their hidden relationship, the insecurities and challenges that come with that, and so on. So please, if you'd like more, maybe also about the other pairings in this specific setting, don't hesitate to let me know - Nat🖤

Setting fire to my already tamed feelings Don't make me bad, bad Addicted to you Once we've started, you must be mine Addicted to you - Lee Know, Felix & Hyunjin

“I need a break,” Chan announced to the room. Everyone stared at him, surprised but curious about the sudden confession. Everyone just finished lunch and gathered in the living room to relax. 

“Uh, thanks for the warning?” Felix chuckled.

“We all do,” Chan continued on. The boys began to share confused expressions. “We’ve been working our asses off ever since Minho came back. None of us has had time to rest.”

“That’s true,” Changbin nodded.

“I talked to our management and got us all a month off,” he said and smiled as they all looked at him with a mixture of shock and excitement. “I want you all to go home for a while. Check in with your families, spend some time with them. I’ll be leaving a few days earlier than you all. I promised my mum to stay with them for a while after they found out most of what happened through our recent interviews. If you’d like, we could still go on vacation together during the last week. Maybe you all could come to Australia again.”

“That was quite fun,” Jeongin nodded excitedly. 

“And they approved all of us leaving for a month?” Jisung asked, stunned.

“It took some work,” Minho admitted. “But we’ve told them that the past few months have been too much not only for Chan and myself. I, more or less, let them know that they’d have to deal with more public breakdowns if we wouldn’t get a break soon,” he laughed. 

“Which was quite convincing, apparently,” Chan giggled. “So vacation starts in two days. Felix, you’ll still have to attend that fashion event in four days, but then you’re free to leave.”

“Sounds good to me,” Felix smiled excitedly. He couldn’t wait to go back home for a while. “My parents would love to see you guys again.”

“My mother hasn’t been talking about anything else since I suggested it,” Chan snorted.

“As long as she makes us that amazing dinner from last time again,” Hyunjin grinned.

“I bet she will,” Seungmin laughed.

"Australia it is then," Minho nodded, chuckling at his friends. As everyone continued the conversation, his heart warmed seeing the people he loved most…happy. 

-

Chan had been gone for a week now. Everyone else, besides Felix and Minho, left for home two days ago. Minho decided to stay with Felix before he flew to Australia so he didn’t have to stay at the house all by himself. 

“How’s Chan?” Felix asked one evening as they sat together on the sofa. 

“He’s having a bit of a hard time, I think,” Minho told him. “His parents are still really worried. His sister was pretty pissed he didn’t tell her how he was feeling instead of having to find out through the interviews.”

“She’ll calm down in a few days,” Felix chuckled. 

“That’s what I told him,” he nodded, but a slight unease still lay in his tone. 

“But?” Felix asked, picking up on it.

“You know Chan, he always gets a little depressed without us there,” he shrugged and leaned back. “He keeps telling me how much he misses me. He never did that before either. It’s not like we haven’t been apart for this long before,” he giggled softly.

“You never meant this much to him before,” he reminded him kindly. 

“Fair point,” Minho sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

“I have an idea,” he told him excitedly. “You’ve just visited home, and you always visit your parents after therapy. I bet they wouldn’t mind if you’d come with me instead.”

“To Australia? So early?” he asked, opening his eyes to give Felix a confused look. 

“Yeah. I always book two seats to have some peace during the flight so I can take you with me easily,” he told him. “We could surprise Chan with you just showing up at the front door.”

Minho giggled softly. “That would actually be fun.”

“Come on, call your mum. I’m sure she’d agree,” he laughed.

Minho quickly grabbed his phone, calling his mother. “Hi, mum,” he said cheerfully. “I have a question,” he got straight to the point, putting her on speaker. But there was no response, to Minho’s disbelief. “Mum?” he called out with a small whine, a cute pout beginning to rest on his lips.

“You’ll be leaving for Australia early?” she asked, laughing as Minho gasped.

“How the hell did you guess that?” he asked, stunned. Felix started laughing at him in the background.

“Oh please! You were talking about your boyfriend nonstop when you came over last week. Also, you’ve been visiting here so often now that I knew you wouldn’t feel bad not coming to stay with us for a few weeks,” she laughed. “I bet he really misses you, Min.”

“He does,” Minho nodded.

“You should go,” she told him kindly. “Felix?” she asked, quickly identifying him by his cheerful laugh. 

“Yes?” he asked politely. 

“Take care of him on that flight, yeah?” she asked. 

“Of course I will,” he promised. “I’ll bring him back to you safely.” Minho’s mom gave her goodbyes and ended the call. 

Minho smiled widely and pulled Felix into a warm, gentle hug. “Thank you, Felix.”

Felix nodded and hugged Minho, squeezing him tightly. “Of course, Minho.”

-

Chan was still lying in bed, scrolling through his phone and trying to stay awake. He tossed and turned all night, and the lack of sleep was trying to lure him back into a deep slumber. He yawned softly and stretched his tired body. He began smiling as he heard the small patter of his dog coming down the hallway and into his room, hopping on the bed. “Hi Berry,” he said softly.

“Chris?” his mother called out for him from downstairs.

“Yes mom?” he shouted back, not really feeling like moving. 

“Someone’s here to see you,” she said. “Can you come down here for a moment?”

He groaned softly. If his mother asked in that tone, he was sure it was a friend of theirs wanting to see how their idol son was doing, maybe even collecting a few autographs on the way. “Fine,” he groaned, quickly pulling a sweater over his head to cover his naked chest. He walked down the stairs, not noticing the person standing next to his sister with a grumble to himself. “I swear if this is another - Minho?!” he asked, his jaw dropping as he finally looked up at the visitor in question. 

“Surprise?” he asked gently. Before he knew it, Chan was in his arms, lifting and spinning him around. “Channie, nooo” he giggled, wrapping his legs around his waist. “I just stepped off the plane, go easy on me!”

“What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I could’ve picked you up from the airport,” he pouted, a whine can be heard through his tone. 

“Hannah did,” Minho said gently. Chan looked at her surprised, not believing she was in on the surprise. “Felix had an extra seat, and we decided to surprise you.”

“When do you leave?” he asked.

“Whenever you leave,” he told him. Chan’s smile widened. Minho laughed as he put him back down on the ground and hugged him tightly. 

“And where will you be staying?” he asked, still not fully grasping that he was actually there.

“Here, you dumbass,” Hannah told him, rolling her eyes at him.

“Your mum said it would be alright,” Minho said gently.

“Of course it is!” she assured him with a bright smile. “You’re always welcome here, Minho.”

“Thank you,” he smiled at her. Chan couldn’t help himself anymore and kissed him passionately, pulling him in close. Minho grunted softly, but returned the kiss happily. He pulled back and stared at him, a bit dazed. “I suppose you told them about us?” 

“Obviously,” Chan laughed.

“I told him fighting to get you back to the group was the one thing he did right the past few weeks,” Hannah said teasingly. 

Minho giggled softly and pulled her into a hug. “I missed you too, little sister,” he said fondly. “But don’t be too hard on him, alright? I wasn’t exactly easy to be around either.”

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes, but they knew she meant well. Minho was always fond of Hannah since the day they met. 

Minho smiled at Chan and reached out for him, grabbing his hand. “I think I need a nap.”

“That’s the jetlag,” he chuckled. “I had another shitty night myself, let’s go.” Minho followed him upstairs to his room, giggling as Chan threw the door closed and kissed him needily. “Fuck, I missed you, baby.”

“I missed you too, love,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around his neck. “So, so much.” Chan buried his face in his shoulder, hugging him even tighter. “Are you okay?” his voice laced with care and warmth, fondling his hair. 

“Yeah,” he whispered, hot tears burning in his eyes. 

“Channie?” he asked gently, pulling back a little and lifting his face. “Oh, angel,” he whispered.

“I really fucking missed you, that’s all,” he assured him.

“You’re so cute,” he told him, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m here now. I won’t stop getting on your nerves for a whole month,” he smirked. “There’s no staff to stop us either. And the others get here in three weeks.”

“Sounds perfect,” he smiled and brushed their noses together. “Just you and me.”

“Mhm, just you and me, Channie,” he smiled softly, cupping his face and kissing him gently. The two almost got lost in their embrace, until Minho pulled back to speak. “Uh, before I forget, my therapist asked if you’d like to join the next session?”

Chan frowned softly at the request. “Why?”

“She thinks it’ll be easier to work through certain things that happened with you there. Like collapsing on stage and getting to the hospital after. I don't have many memories of that night,” he shrugged. 

“Alright, sure thing,” he nodded. “Now let’s get some sleep.”

Five months later

Minho looked at himself in the mirror, carefully fixing his hair. He was wearing a perfectly fitted dark suit that hugged him in all the right places, the vest painted with blue stripes. A delicate necklace rested on his skin, and a ring on each hand completed the look. The one on his right ring finger being a present from his boyfriend. The color definitely complimented his dark hair. He crouched down a little, testing his trousers, which were a little tight. 

"Minho hyung, what are you doing?" Felix laughed at him, leaning against the vanity not too far from him. He was walking around looking for his friend, just to make sure he was doing okay. 

Minho met his eyes through the mirror and started to laugh as well. "I'm scared I'll rip them. They're not the best fit for this dance." 

Hyunjin looked up from his phone, sitting comfortably on a nearby couch. "I bet Chan wouldn't agree with you on that." 

Felix grinned and made his way over, taking a closer look. "I think you look stunning. Time to tease your boyfriend." 

Minho chuckled at them and playfully rolled his eyes. "Don't think Changbin won't drool over you either," he winked at him, making the younger one blush. "Oh wait, we have another style expert right here. Doesn't our sunshine look handsome, Hyunjin?" he asked the younger male and turned Felix in his direction. 

Hyunjin smirked and put his phone aside. "What do you think made him blush so hard a minute ago?" 

"Oh, I see," Minho chuckled. Hyunjin got up and made his way over, gently grabbing Felix's chin and looking deep into his eyes. The shiteating grin on his face not leaving for a second as his gaze devoured Felix. Minho sensed it and took note. "That's my que to leave. Remember, we have to be on stage in ten minutes. I don't want either one of you to go out there hard."

Felix quickly grabbed Minho's hand and held him back. "If you leave, he won't stop being a tease. I’ll definitely be in trouble then." Felix pleaded with the cutest pout on his lips.

Minho giggled softly and stayed where he was, taking out his phone. With a chuckle, Hyunjin decided to have mercy on Felix and gave him a sweet, loving kiss. Meanwhile, Minho saw a few messages from Chan pop up and smiled stupidly, reading them. 

I’m so proud of you, baby! You’re gonna be amazing out there. Good luck!

Minho texted a few hearts back and chuckled as Chan asked for a picture. He told him he had to see his reaction live, which made Chan send a bunch of emojis. "Alright, let's go," he said, putting his phone aside. 

The three of them made their way to the side-stage and looked into the audience. "That's a lot of people out there," Felix whispered. The older two took his hands, squeezing them encouragingly. 

"Perfect audience to perform this song for, for the first time ever," Hyunjin told him, winking cheekily at him. 

"Look, there’s Channie and the boys," Minho said, pointing at the first row a little to the right. Chan and Changbin were sitting next to each other, almost placed perfectly in his opinion, to watch Felix and himself. Jisung, Seungmin, and Jeongin were sitting next to Chan, all waiting curiously for their friends to come on stage. They began to walk out on stage as their names were announced and smirked at the screams, combined with Chan's eyes widening seeing his outfit. They both knew Chan was a sucker for him in blue. The lights only increased the effect. 

As they waited for the music to start, Minho met Chan's eyes and teasingly opened his suit jacket with a winning smirk, putting the ring on display. He had trouble holding back a grin as Chan licked his lips. The fans started cheering at his action, and Minho turned his attention to the audience. He chuckled into the microphone and did it again, this time for the audience, before getting shy at the screams and smiling brightly, looking down at the floor. Felix and Hyunjin giggled at his antics, trying to stay serious themselves. 

Changbin and Chan exchanged a look, knowing the other probably had the same impure thoughts about his boyfriend. "Fuck me," Chan breathed out quietly, and Changbin chuckled at him. 

"I'm sure he would if you'd ask nicely," he grinned and earned a punch in his arm. The others laughed at them, not needing to hear them to know what they were talking about. 

The music started, and Minho locked in, starting to move to the beat. It was kind of funny that not even their members knew what they were in for. The moment Felix's beautiful, deep voice rang through the air, the fans started shouting, and honestly, he didn't blame them. Minho started his verse, and to his surprise, he got about the same reaction to his smooth, soft voice. A rush of adrenaline filled him, and he knew he was performing well, judging by the looks of his members as he danced during Hyunjin's part. Minho took a deep breath and casually strolled to the side before starting to sing the higher notes, hitting them all beautifully making the crowd go wild once more. Chan beamed at him proudly, knowing how hard he had worked to perfect that part. 

Chan was mesmerized, looking up at his boyfriend on stage in awe. He looked beautiful in this outfit, and his heart warmed seeing him wearing the ring he bought him. His voice sounded amazing tonight, and his stage presence was undeniable. Thinking about it, Chan couldn't remember ever seeing him so in his element like this, which meant a lot, considering Minho was their main dancer. 

What didn't help was watching the way his body moved in front of thousands of people and knowing how he looked beneath the many layers of fabric. Chan did, in fact, appreciate the tight suit pants, and his jaw dropped as he got down on the floor, rolling his hips with his hand placed dangerously close to his crotch. Jisung nudged him gently, and he quickly closed his mouth again, shifting a little in his seat. 

Minho moved into a sitting position, continuing his dance movements. His intense gaze locked into Chan’s, captivating him as he continued singing. "Don't make me bad, make me bad, I'm addicted to you….Don't make me bad, bad, addicted to you." 

Chan's eyes clouded with desire the longer he watched him. He couldn't help himself feeling like Minho put on a perfectly balanced show for him and their fans. 

The performance came to an end, and they took their ending pose. Minho panted softly before meeting eyes with Chan and smirking succeedingly, knowing exactly how much he had just worked him up. He exchanged a look with Felix and Hyunjin before they all left the stage, waving at their cheering fans and friends. 

They made their way back to their room and weren't even able to sit down as their friends and boyfriends stepped inside. Minho's eyes widened at how loud the room suddenly was, and laughed at their friends, telling them how amazing their performance was. Locking eyes with Chan made him shiver with anticipation. Chan simply nodded at the door before leaving again. Minho slipped outside as the others were busy and frowned softly when Chan was nowhere to be seen. He walked down the hallway, and a door to his left opened. Chan grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside, throwing the door closed again. Minho found himself pressed against the door within seconds, and a low moan fell from his lips as Chan braced himself next to his head, looking down at him with nothing but desire in his eyes. "Hi there," he said innocently. "You liked the performance?" 

Chan grabbed his chin and searched his eyes. "You think it's funny making me hard in front of I don't know how many people?" 

"You…wow," he grinned proudly. 

"Don't look so smug," Chan giggled and groaned softly, pressing their foreheads together. "Fuck, you looked hot up there, baby."

"Thank you," he smiled sweetly and nudged his nose. "What's the secret room reserved for you only about?" he asked, spotting the name sign on the desk right in front of the mirror. Catching his reflection, he had to admit he was looking great tonight, even now that his hair was a bit of a mess. 

"So I can kiss you without anyone seeing, of course," Chan answered casually. 

"Oh," he nodded and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. 

"You sound like that's a bad idea," he commented, frowning at him. He almost looked a little disappointed. "Did you think we'd - Minho!" 

"What?" he asked, slightly offended, and ducked down, taking a step to the side and away from him. "I'm sorry. I thought that was your intention, leading me away from everyone. You could've kissed me in our room." 

"You can't possibly think I wanted to have sex right here? With so many people passing by that door at all times?" he was a little in shock, and Minho rolled his eyes at him before sitting on the desk. 

"Why not? When did that ever bother you before, huh?" he asked and started fiddling with the necklace to take it off. "Forget it. This was a stupid idea," he said and took off the necklace, slamming it down on the table. 

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked softly. 

"No, obviously not. I'm making a fool out of myself here hoping this-," he gestured at himself. "-would finally make me attractive enough in your eyes again to go further than a kiss." 

"Wait, what?" he asked truly shocked now. His eyes widened at what he thought Minho was insinuating. 

"Two months ago, you would've gotten into my pants before I properly locked the door. You've been locking yourself up with Hannie and Changbin lately. And it's starting to piss Felix off, but I guess it makes me question myself. I don't know when the last you actually touched me and…is it because I gained weight again?" he asked, a flare of insecurity igniting in his brain as he glanced down at how his form-fitting. "Or-," he stopped as Chan was suddenly in front of him, cupping his face. 

"Baby, take a deep breath," he said kindly, and Minho glared at him, huffing softly but doing it anyways. "I'm so sorry for neglecting your needs. We've just been creating so much for the group and working on new stuff. I didn't know it was making you question yourself." 

"Well, of course it does," he pouted and nervously played with his ring, looking down at it. "Just forget it, Channie. I'm being stupid, this whole idea was stupid from the beginning." 

"What idea?" he chuckled softly. 

"All of this," he said grumpily as Chan seemed to find it amusing. 

"A warning would've been nice, kitten," he said, his voice growing smooth and low. 

Minho blinked at him, and his stomach flipped at the desire dancing in Chan's pupils. "About what? The outfit, the flirting, the dance..the intention behind all of it?" he asked innocently. 

Chan fondled up his thighs. "All of it?" he asked quietly and leaned in closer. 

"Well, where's the fun in that?" Minho asked and sank deep into his eyes. 

"I would've come prepared," he told him. 

"Check my pockets," he smirked and hopped off the table. 

Chan frowned softly before reaching into the pocket at the back. He couldn't help himself, teasingly squeezing his ass before pulling out two condoms. "Did you..?"

"No, I didn't carry them around on stage, you dumbass. I had them stored away in the waiting room," he protested, taking out the small bottle of lube from his jacket. 

"Fuck Min. Are you sure we can do this now?" he asked, checking his phone for the time. 

"Seriously? There are twenty performances before ours, which gives us at least an hour," he groaned impatiently. "But if you keep wasting time, we can't do this."

"You really came prepared, huh," Chan giggled, watching Minho impatiently unbuckling his belt. "You're in a rush?" 

"Whatever you plan on doing, these trousers come off," he told him. 

"That's a bummer. Your ass and thighs look really great in it," Chan pouted playfully. 

"They look even better when I’m straddling your dick, now move or I'll do it myself," he gave back smoothly with a hint of sassiness. Chan pulled him into a very passionate kiss, intoxicating enough to keep him dazed. His hands grabbed his ass, pulling him close as their lips met. "That's more like it," Minho smiled as he pulled back.

Chan hummed gently and unbuttoned the blue-striped vest, kissing down his torso as more skin slowly revealed itself. "By the way, you look beautiful as always, and I don't mind you gaining weight one bit," he assured him before planting a loving kiss right on the scar on his stomach. 

Minho smiled gently and brushed his hair back, looking down at him. "I know…you know how I get sometimes." 

"I do," he smiled and squeezed his hips before coming back up and kissing him on the mouth instead. "I think after delivering such a show, you deserve to see how stunning you look when you fall apart."

Minho gasped softly and looked at him with wide eyes, darkening with passion. "Just be careful and don't leave a mark in places people will see with the new outfit." 

"I'll be careful," he promised before turning him around so he was facing the mirror. 

Minho leaned back against him, inspected their reflection, and met his eyes through the mirror. "Don't we look good together?" 

"I think we fit together perfectly," Chan hummed, agreeing, and reached down into his pants, stroking his dick gently. Minho's eyes fluttered, lips parting with a gasp. Chan growled lowly and buried his nose in his neck. "Fuck Min, please tell me you're keeping this outfit. I need to fuck you properly in it tonight." 

Minho blinked at him through the mirror. "Shit, is this one of your kinks, hyung?" 

Chan pressed himself against him and gently wrapped his hand around his neck, careful not to leave any marks. "Call it whatever you want, kitten." 

Minho shivered at the contact and melted against him. "I mean, I can ask if I can keep it," he said and chuckled as Chan let go of him, dropping down to his knees in front of him. 

"You're right, I haven't been appreciating what I come home to every night enough," he tells him and fondles up his thighs. "Let me make it up to you," he said, taking the band of his boxers between his teeth and pulling them down, along with his pants. 

-

"Where's Chan hyung?" Changbin asked, confused. 

"Probably fucking Minho hyung's brains out, why?" Jeongin gave back dryly. The painfully loud silence called him to look up from his phone. "What?!" 

"Sometimes it scares me how grown-up you are now," Hyunjin said with wide eyes. His words were rewarded with him sticking his tongue out at him. 

"Maybe it's the other way around," Seungmin suggested with a shrug, casually scrolling through his phone. 

"The suit might work," Jisung hummed, agreeing. 

"I hate you all," Changbin groaned. 

"Loosen up, babe," Felix smirked. "We all know he's right." 

"Exactly," Jeongin grinned before squinting his eyes at Felix and Changbin. "Also, weren't you doing the same thing just minutes ago?" 

"Darling, that's enough," Seungmin said softly. 

"At this point, we should be allowed to do it on the sofa. Everyone knows anyway," he shrugged. 

"Minho hyung, help!" Hyunjin shouted in shock, making everyone laugh. "He'd kick your ass for that." 

"I'll go and get some coffee. Let's hope they're back to collect their kids after," Changbin sighed, and Felix giggled softly. 

"You're their kid too, dumbass," Jisung pointed out. 

"Yeah, fuck you too," he laughed. 

-

Minho pulled up the zipper of his pants, smirking at Chan, fixing his messed-up hair. Their eyes met through the mirror, and Chan turned, again dropping to his knees. He hugged him tight, burying his face in his stomach for a moment before looking up at him with dreamy eyes. Minho beamed at him, gently brushing back his hair. He hadn't been this happy in a while, being on stage without thinking about his knee anymore. He had his friends there, a very supportive boyfriend, and gosh, he loved him. All that stupid drama, those many lows and equal ups in between had made them grow much closer than before. He wouldn't want it any different now. Minho was finally truly happy, ready to face whatever was coming with Chan right by his side. This time, he was sure he'd have his back. "Channie hyung?" 

"Yes?" he asked sweetly. 

"I love you," he said. "Never forget that." 

"I think I'm addicted to you," Chan breathed out, and his eyes grew incredibly soft. "I love you more than anything else." 

"You'd die for those kids out there. Don't put me first," he giggled softly. 

"I'd die for you too," he told him. Minho believed him, truly. 

"Stay alive for me, baby boy," Minho shook his head, crouching down and kissing him hard on the mouth as tears brimmed Chan's eyes. 

"I love you too," he whispered and took his hand, kissing the ring. He got up and held up his pinky finger. “You and me against the world?”

“Forever,” Minho answered smiling, sealing the deal.

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[geekgirles]

Your writing of the gods’ interactions and relationships with each other in “The Doll and the Dragon” is so on point that I wouldn’t be surprised if it was revealed that Cra and Sadida have a great relationship with each other BECAUSE OMG CRA SINGS A NATURE SONG IN WAVEN.

She actually sings four songs but the first one called “Nature” is literally just her singing about, you guessed it, NATURE. Something that she isn’t supposed to be talking about, let alone sing, given her role!

All the songs that she sings are in English by the way. No matter if you change the language when playing, it doesn’t matter. The song stays in English.

She sings how she and the people will be welcomed by nature and be protected by it.

This girlie is literally singing a whole ass song about it!! SHE’S THE ONLY ONE DOING THIS SHE’S OBVIOUSLY FRIENDS WITH THE TREE MAN-

CRA AND SADIDA HAVING THE CLOSEST FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN THE GODS CONFIRMED ‼️😭‼️😭‼️😭‼️😭‼️💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛

(I just love the idea that one of the MANY reasons why Cra likes him is probably due to the fact that he might just be the only one in the god group who doesn’t oversexualize her to no end since he’s a literal plant lol)

Hello, again!!

Thank you so much for your kind words and OMG THIS IS AMAZING????

Not gonna lie, one of the reasons I wrote Cra and Sadida as close friends is mostly to reflect canon. Both as a reflection of Amalia and Eva's bond until I get to introduce our blonde bombshell into the AU and also because the Cra and Sadida are close allies by virtue of the Cras stationed in the kingdom back in season one and their use of Sadida wood to make their bows.

It'd just make sense if their symbiotic relationship were an extension of their gods' own friendship, you know?

Honestly, maybe this is me being biased given my love for Amalia and her people, but Sadida is also my favourite god. I'm not saying he is without flaws, since his own involvement in the Lacrima debacle is almost as iffy as Iop's role in it, but he seems to be chill overall?

The fact that all his daughters were literally made by him as opposed to the rest of the demigods, moreover, the fact that he actually wanted them to live with him in Inglorium when most, if not all, other demigods are left to their own devices on the World of Twelve sort of speaks volumes about his true character.

He seems like an involved father for the most part.

Maybe it is because he is indeed a plant, but his not having countless children proves he has less of a wandering eye than most gods. So it'd only make sense that he doesn't hypersexualise Cra, as you said.

In fact, you can see his true nature (pun non-intended) through his people: the Sadida and their powers clearly take inspiration from voodoo which, while far more complex than TV will have you believe, does have a bad rep. And yet the Sadida are the kindest dark magic users you'll ever find. They're a peaceful kingdom more concerned with protecting their forests than waging war.

And I just love that for them.

So yeah, I'm going to be pretty smug if it turns out Cra and Sadida are besties.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Next theme is “Protect The Kids!” The threats might be very different (sexist post-apocalyptic wannabe warlords vs a grandmother who can’t learn to back off and stop belittling her son’s parenting) but I think the theme still works :p

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟 (YOU GO KAREN YOU BLOW THEM UP!!!! Love that for her! And loving that the whole family (and taylor :p) are reunited! Also I’m really enjoying the whole ‘zombies are dying out so how is the world gonna look now’ element. It’s such an interesting direction for this story!)

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️ (their baby girl is almost here! And Helena Back Off I will beat your ass you’re already on thin ice with me from 🌲 (yeah I’m so mad at her in that story that it’s bleeding over into this one) (and from canon lol that too) leave eddie alone! And eddie fight through your insecurities and lean on your husband and know that I believe in you sweetie!)

- PCA <3

OH LOVE THIS THEME!

69 for 🧟 (YEAH KAREN! And thank you! I wanted something a little different because I didn't want to get bored with just writing zombies the whole time. I didn't think I could make it as fun as my beloved zombie game of youth, Left 4 Dead.)

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Then Athena flew with the concept. Which only makes sense. Buck doesn’t think anyone in their original little core group could come up with something quite so… Intense. And that’s including Karen’s bomb idea. Fuck, that was brilliant. 

The moment the second bomb goes off, Athena and Taylor set into motion. They’ve roped Bobby into it, too.

“All you two need to do is stand behind us with your guns and look intimidating,” Athena says to Buck and Eddie. Buck’s not sure he can do the second part, but he can definitely do the first. 

Chim’s on the roof covering them, if anything happens. Hen is going to check on Karen and Maddie. Shannon and Abby are staying with the kids. Everything is covered. All Buck has to do is act the part while Taylor and Athena pull off the rest. Because of Karen’s brilliance, Buck thinks they’re in the clear. He thinks they’re safe. 

The five of them walk around the back of the building to where the sole surviving intruder is dragging himself away towards his vehicle. He’s crying and shaking. Buck would sort of feel bad, if the guy hadn’t been here to steal the kids. He doesn’t know the others very well, but anyone trying to steal Denny away from his moms? Yeah, Buck wants them to hurt. 

As instructed, Buck and Eddie pretty much stand there silently, looking - maybe? - tough with their guns as the other three approach the guy. Taylor walks around behind him and steps on the back of his leg, pinning him in place. He cries out a little. Buck wonders if he hurt himself when he fell.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Taylor asks. 

“P-please,” the man moans. “Let me go!”

“Would you have let our children go?” Athena asks. 

The man’s jaw clenches. He’s young. Younger than Buck, even. Early twenties, for sure. Buck can’t tell if he’s furious or terrified. Probably both. 

“I’m sure you came looking for your friends,” Athena continues. “Sal? And the old guy?”

He glares dark, angry eyes at her. 

“We killed them,” Bobby says. “Just like your friends here today.”

It surprises Buck, how stonily Bobby is able to say it. That they killed people. Four people. That’s not an insignificant number. Buck killed zero of those people. But he still feels sort of surreal about all of it. They’re just blowing people up now. 

“Just like we might do to you,” Taylor adds with a smirk.

She’s a little too into this, Buck thinks. But just a little. These guys are pretty creepy. 

“Or, we might not,” Athena says. And this is where Taylor’s idea comes into play. “What’s your name?”

The young man narrows his eyes. Like he’s not sure what she has to gain by asking this. 

“You can say it,” Athena presses. “What are we going to do? Google you?”

“Matthew,” he relents. “Sparks.”

“Matthew Sparks,” Athena nods. “That’s a good name. A strong name.”

He rolls his eyes. 

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96 for ⚡️(YEAH I AM MAD AT HELENA TOO AND IT'S BLEEDING INTO ALL MY STORIES!):

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He needs to not put himself, or his family, in positions where she has that kind of power over him. He might not be giving into what she wants, but she certainly still gets in his head. He loves his mother. He thinks for the most part the way she is is motivated by an overbearing, stubborn sort of love. A grating sort of love. He doesn’t want her not to know her granddaughter. 

Helena doesn’t have this exact dynamic with Sophia, though. Not the way she has with Eddie, and to a lesser extent, Adriana. Sophia has been pragmatic and firm and never needed the same amount of help. And that’s the difference, right? Eddie had needed his parents. Shannon had needed them. They didn’t have their shit together when Chris was born, or any time soon after, and they needed Ramon and Helena’s help. 

Eddie doesn’t need help now, though. He hasn’t in years. He can set whatever sort of boundaries he wants. What would the consequences even be? It’s no longer the family versus him. Eddie is the one with the family. He can walk away from her barbed words, if she chooses to keep using them. 

He waits until the nursery is done before calling her again. It feels wise to wait. Let the anger and the anxiety burn out of him. Use his hands for something good and productive. Which is basically just letting Buck order him around under threat of a wet paintbrush to the backside. But whatever. He has a good time helping Buck create the space where their daughter will very soon sleep. 

So he calls his mother in early October. When everything is ready. When their baby is almost here. When all that’s left for them to do is make sure they are as mentally prepared as possible. And for Eddie, that’s going to have to mean making this call. Whether he wants to or not. 

“Eddie?” Helena answers, nervous edge to her voice. “It’s… It’s good to hear from you.”

It’s been weeks since those last exchanged words. Eddie hasn’t even sent her a text. Not that she deserved one. 

“Hey, Mom,” he replies. He’s sitting on the floor in the center of the nursery. There’s a perfectly good chair off to the side. But he finds this is where he’s drawn to sitting. 

“Um, is everything okay with the baby? Is she coming early?” 

“No, no. Everything is fine. I’m just… Well, I need to talk to you.”

“Oh? Okay, then. About what?” 

Eddie swallows. Preparing himself. 

“Okay, well… I was pretty unhappy with how our last conversation went. About the baby.”

“Honestly, Eddie? I wasn’t pleased either.”

Eddie grits his teeth. He wasn’t happy because she pressed on an old, unfair wound. She wasn’t happy because he told her no. It’s really not the same. 

“Alright, well… I just wanted to say it’s not going to happen again, Mom.” 

“You’ve changed your mind about the visit?” She asks. 

“No. We’re still not hoping to have any guests for the first while after she’s born. That’s not what I meant.”

Helena sighs. “What did you mean, then?” 

“I meant, you aren’t going to pull that on me again,” Eddie says. 

“Excuse me?” 

“I know you know what I mean,” Eddie says. “The guilt trip? Reminding me of my past fuck ups? I don’t need that anymore, Mom. And it’s not… It’s not going to work.”

“Eddie, you’re being-”

“No, I’m not. I’m not being anything. I’m just telling you. I don’t deserve it and I won’t have my children being a… A pawn between you and I anymore.”

“That’s a cruel accusation, Eddie.” 

“Mmm,” Eddie nods, despite her not being able to see him. “And yet, it felt like something I really needed to say.”

She makes a frustrated, helpless noise. If she and his father were still together, here’s where Ramon would jump in and take her side. They’d gang up on him. She doesn’t have that option this time. She can listen to Eddie, or she can choose to ignore him. Either way, he’s not the one who loses most. 

“Is this an ultimatum, Edmundo? Go along with everything you say and never give you any feedback or you cut me off from those kids?”

[xplrvibes]

some people on twitter are getting really mad at colby for apparently ‘ditching’ shea for his new girl saying shit like oh he led shea on and now he’s pushed her away lol

they’re fully acting like he’s committed an awful crime like why are they cancelling him 😭

(side note - i’m actually, whole heartedly convinced that half of the fandom genuinely hates colby and everything he does fills them with rage lmfao)

This is going to be a one and done, on this topic. I don't like Shea, don't like what she's doing. Never did like her, as you all know, because she has been an absolutely awful and manipulative bully and generally trash person over the years and I don't want her taking up too much space on my blog because of it.

But I felt the need to just put this out there before I move on, so here we go, behind a cut for anyone who doesn't want to hear it lol.

You know, I find this whole "taking Shea on her word all of a sudden" thing interesting.

According to Shea, they had a 10 year (even though he was still living in Kansas 10 years ago) "on-again, off-again thing" that was "mostly just talking" and was "never official," although it was "almost dating, but not official" for 2 years (even though there hasn't been a 2 year period where Colby hasn't been at least seeing someone, if not hooking up).

She doesn't seem to know any of his friends and not a single one of them follow her on socials - in fact, most of them unfollowed her several years back. Of particular note is the fact that Sam, after all these years of her being Colby's future wife, still hasn't followed her back...but has followed several of the other girls Colby's been linked to over the years, including M.

She never seems to have a clue about what is going on in his life and has been promising (and not delivering) fans content with Colby for years now - including her telling everyone that her and Colby were going somewhere to film a documentary in January of this year when Colby had already told everyone on xplrclub that he and Sam were going to be in Vegas or in Texas filming in all of Jan and then in Australia for most of Feb. She promised to have him on one her streams on a day when he was actually in Hawaii, then another day when he was actually in Kansas visiting family.

She hasn't been invited to a single party or group gathering of theirs since 2019, save for one time when she visited Colby and Sam in Las Vegas - which came across as very awkward, given the above.

She complained about never getting invited to snc's Halloween parties - you know, the ones that have 500-1,000 invitees and snc have claimed include an invite to every single person they know and are friends with? Yet Colby's soul mate gets left on the list somehow, 6 years running?? (One year he had four different past flings there at once. But the future Mrs. Shea Brock just didn't make the cut somehow)

Oh, bonus: she once told a gc full of her fans that Colby asked her out, but she turned him down because she valued the friendship too much. Funny how those turns tabled.

Colby meanwhile, has never hidden that he considers himself single, does not think he's met "the one," uses Raya to find dates, hooks up and has flings....he's not just pretending to be single, he IS single.

So. to recap: They have had a 10 year friendship and emotional bond that Shea deluded herself into thinking was more. Colby comes around her again after having had a cancer that could've easily rendered him unable to have children, and her grand idea is to tell this guy she freely admits she was never even dating that she wants to cash in on some vague promise he may or may not have actually made to her about getting married and having CHILDREN???

I'd have left her ass, too.

But sure. He's the bad guy. By the way, to hear Shea tell it, Colby did the same thing to her that Sam did to Kat. But all the people trashing Colby were the first ones in line to defend Sam from big bad mean Kat and her hurtful words because "he wasn't ready" and wah wah wah. Isn't that funny...and on par.

So yes, lol. Most of the people pissed about this are using any excuse put in front of them to trash Colby cause that is the only enjoyment they get out of life. Trust me when I say they are backing the wrong horse with Shea. She's not the hero victim y/n sainted good girl she pretends to be.

[your-absent-father]

Okay so... I might have done a false gods drabble to just play around with the characters a bit and to find their footing. They turned toxic, petty and clearly horrible people. I love them. You can find the introduction to them here

Tw: alcohol, refrence to sex, problematic characters, usages of bitch as an insult, mention of a future crime, drinking

False Gods drabble:

before a consert

Baz looked at herself in the mirror she held up to her face, looking at every detail of her makeup, made to look like Stevie Nicks herself would have painted her, but for the more modern day. Baz looked at the mask in her lap and frowned. "I hate this stupid mask." 

Nikita rolled her eyes. It wasn't the first time she heard those same complaints and she knew it wouldn't be the last. "I hate your stupid complaining. You are barely even hidden. A child could recognize you under that mask, unlike mine." 

Baz rolled her eyes. "That was your choice. It isn't my fault that beauty like this shouldn't be hidden under marble." Baz winked her eye towards the other woman. Nikita just snarled at her group mate. 

"Maybe I am the more sensible one. We are literally robbing a bank after this charity consert thing." Nikita crossed her arms and looked at her sister, begging moral support with her eyes. 

"Maybe I want to be an outlaw who performs in front of tens of thousands, and disappears before the cops arrive." Baz said, and looked at Stevie for her moral support. Louis, the only one not forced into this conversation, tried to sink himself deeper into the seat of the limo. 

"Not gonna lie, I would kill for a dramatic exit before the cops arrive." Stevie laughed and finished off the bottle he was drinking. It was only 8 pm before a show and a bank robbery. "They would make a kick ass historical movie out of it. Only problem is… I know they can't find anyone more handsome than me as a lead." Stevie raised his class to Baz who seemed to have forgotten any snarky comment towards her in the last few minutes. She scooted next to Stevie and took the last few sips of his beer. 

"Okay, if you could choose, who would play you in the aurora four biography." Baz looked around the limo. Elize, who had just been focusing on her phone, raised her eyes when Baz sat down next to Stevie, which Baz clogged immediately. To tease their former manager, now assistant, more, she put both of her legs to Stevie's lap and started playing with the man's hair. Elize tried to look away but she was almost glued to the two best friends so close with each other. Baz found it hilarious. 

"Ben Barnes, definitely. A hot guy who can look sexy in a band t-shirt. He also has that cool charisma as I do." Stevie winked his eye to Baz and looked at Louis. "What about you, our dear Jester?"

Louis felt like he had been in a trance that was now broken. He looked at his bandmate and stuttered. "I don't know. I guess Korea has a lot of actors active right now that could do it. I think-" 

"I think thinking about these things is stupid. It's like we are wishing to be caught" Nikita snapped at Baz, who giggled like she was watching the most fun tv-show she had witnessed. 

"Don't interrupt Louis, bitch", Baz said smiling, only to turn serious when insulting the other woman.

Before the whole limo could turn into chaos, the limo stopped. Nikita was the first one to put on the mask and leave. Louis was the next one. Stevie left the next, leaving Baz to put on her rose mask perfectly. She looked like a goddess, and felt like one. The dress she was wearing was form fitting, almost see through, if you didn't count the roses covering up the most parts people wouldn't find appropriate. Perfect to perfom in.

Before Baz walked up to the red carpet between the arena and the limo, Baz leaned closer to Elize's ear. "You know, he really likes it when you are desperate for his touch and not this dense. You're not in power anymore. Use more lipstick and bend those knees if you really want him that much." Baz didn't really care at all who Stevie dated with, or just fucked. There were probably a lot of people, women, men, non binary people, Stevie has hooked up with. None of them were interesting to Baz. What Baz liked was seeing Elize's face turn fully red while she walked towards the adoring fans screaming her alias.

Roseblood

Roseblood

She was in power. Not Elize Grant, not anyone else. She, Beatrix Jones, was the most powerful person in that red carpet in her mind.

[greatrunner]

"You've given them the semblance of a choice. That's enough".

Count on Lan to be honest about the lack of honesty, lmao

Alright so, I reached the end of the Wheel of Time last night, and it's honestly making me wonder why this series was eight episodes instead, I dunno, 13 or 22?

Looking back, if this was a mere miniseries, I could understand the truncated, "let's get to Point A to Point B" number of episodes. I mean, eight (as I remember) was the hardline definition of a miniseries if it wasn't six, five, four, three, or two.

The show spends a lot of time introducing new ideas, flashbacks, and whatnot. Some of it gets paid off alright, but the rest feels more like a "please renew us" ploy than anything beneficial to the story. I like the idea that this isn't just a basic generic fantasy world. That, at some point, the world reached a "Society If [Blank] Happened" type of reality, then I guess, did a whole walk backward into the Renaissance Fair. That's cool, I wanna see more of that idea explored in the story.

But, what was the point of that false dragon narrative outside of setting up the dynamics of the white tower (specifically, giving a lot of face time to the one Team Red character who's apparently supposed to represent Misandry (????), until Moraine threatens to snitch about her male side piece, which made me cackle)?

That's not a bad thing, but with the way the character got a whole intro, I would've assumed he would've got a lot more than "Mini-Boss demoted to Jobber".

They really dragged out the whole "Who is the Dragon Reborn" nonsense until the second to last episode, then revealed it with what feels like the intention to do a speedrun of a Souls Boss Battle, right down to the "Big Fight Separates the Group" bit.

I'm not really understanding the whole Nynaeve/Lan subplot. One character says, "She likes you", and there's almost zero interaction between these characters outside of homegirl's contempt and mistrust of him and Moraine. Maybe some fireside time with the other Warders. I viewed the latter as Nynaeave becoming a little less distrustful of people, but not a foundation for a romance.

I had half a suspicion they were gonna try to pair her off with Stephin (the white guy who lost his Channeler) before I even considered Lan was a potential love interest?

But now the last couple of episodes are like, "Welp, let's run with this" and on top of the doldrums that is Moraine's #1 Stan and Angry Ginger's drama (plus the guy who gutted his wife), I'm just not here for this nonsense. (Understandably, I know that moment was just friends slinging mud at each other, but they really went Felicity with the whole thing.)

Like, when the hell in the last six episodes before that comment was the audience supposed to pick on "Tsundre Nynaeve Has a Crush on Stoic Bodyguard and Edward Cullen Stalks Him Everywhere"?

(Makes no damn sense. It displeases me.)

On the other end of things, I kinda like how Moraine's story arc ended (as far as season one goes). Like, I didn't want her to lose her connection to the one power, but it also kinda felt like a consequence of every choice she's made in the show (so far). And, ironic (I guess????). Rosamund Pike really sold the loss, and Danie Henney made it worse with the "Can you unmute me, please?" And she's all ;_;

Throughout the show, she's had great chemistry with the five Ronin Warriors she picked up. The show certainly squandered the dynamic between Moraine and Angry Ginger (I wanna call him Josh, but that's the actor's name). That whole "Last Stand" against the Dark One would've been way more compelling if, again, the show's first season chose length over expediency.

(The Dark One could be an interesting character since Ginger didn't kill him but released him. But I get the feeling he's just gonna be a pretentious version of HEROES's Sylar, who was already up-his-own-ass to begin with if you get me.)

The show tries to incorporate that into the story. Moraine's general lack of interest in anyone except that one woman who trusts her immediately after learning about the One Power. How that sends her up Shit Creek when she realizes the Dragon is that one dude she ignored. To some degree, it works, but it also just feels like them covering their asses.

Ultimately, the end of the season felt, not like the end of a story chapter, but very television-y. Moraine saying, "This wasn't the last battle. This was just the beginning", threw me into a Dragon Ball Z flashback. Specifically, the one where Gohan hits SS2 and Dale Kelly (the OG DBZ narrator) is selling the "tune in next time!" moment.

I'll probably wait until the second season's done airing to watch all of it. Overall, Wheel of Time is a decent show. Not at all like Game of Thrones outside of how the writing seems to be taking visual cues from explicitly not white cultures and framing them in questionably malicious ways in contrast to the Eurocentric White Tower girlies.

[titanicfreija]

Not a sonnet.

Sunshot

"Guardian."

Freija missed her next shot but the explosive splash still scorched the Vex goblin and burned away the last of its core. The smoking, blackened metal collapsed to the Neomuna's artificial ground and Freija resisted the urge to look around for the empress.

"Yeah?" She tried not to sound annoyed but she was too annoyed for that. Sunny hit her hip. She considered trying again and decided to be smart this time.

"Tell me about this weapon."

Freija did look around now, taking a second to realize she meant the one in her hand. "You mean Sunshot?"

"You wield a relatively large handgun that creates explosions. Tell me about it."

"Oh, Sunshot is my baby," Freija gushed, petting the hand cannon lovingly. "I love her so much, she's my favorite. I can't even remember how long I had her, it feels like my whole life."

"That's not far off the mark," interjected Sunny playfully.

"I can't remember the last time she left my pocket. She isn't one-of-a-kind but she's rare. I'm not sure what's going on with a lot of that. There was one but then... Thomas says he's thinks it's loops in space-time, where they fall through when we die but get rebuilt with them, or at least this one really... Weird... Thing, which is also a warp in space-time and.... Anyway.

"Kind of embarrassing that I love it so much but I can't remember when I got her. I do remember when I fell in love with her, though. She saved my ass, she saved my fireteam's ass, she fed all of us so much Light that the Warlock could.... You know that thing they do when they stab the ground with the fiery sword? That. Faster than normal, I mean, we need to kinda feed on the Light to use that kind of power very much."

"You have mentioned this."

"But yeah, fed him the Light, got my hammers back, got two allies up, and the whole time I'm firing into wherever group I can and listening to her sing."

"You align with this Sunshot effectively?"

"Oh yeah. And she and I, with a piece of armor, we can feed off each other and I can feel every fucking shot in the best way, hammer impact way, and she's heavy and she kicks, but I hardly know how to use anything light or gentle anymore-- and that waa... mm."

"Go on."

"The warmth from a good cascade... Mm! Goes from my scalp to my toes! Hee, on the moon, the thrall will chain and rush out to get caught in it until it actually starts blowing them up as they are summoned." She giggled briefly, but stopped to line Sunshot up with a Hobgoblin well out of practical range. She fired once to set off its recovery, then seven more times metronomically, destroying it.

"You seem to use it more effectively than others," Caiatl observed.

"Thank you!" Freija couldn't keep the happiness out of her voice.

"You made her Light spike," Sunny reported, giggling.

"Hmph! I have seen it more often recently."

Freija grunted, mirth dismissed. "Yeah. This thing Queen Mara gave us has made channeling solar energy in certain ways really easy, and Sunshot has been eating well indeed."

"Why do you sound irritated, Guardian?"

"'cos that's my gun!" she huffed. "And as soon as the thing runs dry, they'll drop her. Latecomers and fair-weather friends. I'll miss the thing but I won't miss racing everyone else to the fireworks."

"I see. How many enemies have you defeated with it?"

Freija sucked her teeth. "You'll have to ask Sunny. I have no idea. It's a big number."

"Freija doesn't want to know."

"She only minds in retrospect?" snorted Caiatl, but then a harsh gulp of a sound interfered with the link for several seconds. "I see."

"My kill count choked the Empress of the Cabal?" Freija asked.

"On a single weapon," clarified Caiatl. "Truly? In four years?"

"Thereabouts," Sunny sang, sounding very proud.

"Okay, now I wanna know."

"I doubt she can conceive the scope of it," Caiatl said. "She's hardly seen more than a few hundred at a time. Tell her."

The Ghost hesitated, eventually conceding, "Eighty-two thousand."

Freija couldn't imagine that many people at once, no. She could hardly imagine the actual number written down. Usually numbers were ten or ten billion. She hardly knew what a crowd of fifty people looked like. Usually by the time there were that many things around, she needed to shoot them before they killed her.

Then again, that was the point. "I mean, yeah?" she eventually said.

"Hmph!"

@wolvereaux. @annieruok94

my Sunshot has eighty thousand kills on it.

I need to write a sonnet about her or something, shit

[detectiveprowler]

Homestuck Kidswap Headcanons

Jade Egbert

Jade loves her dad, but her upbringing left her craving a challenge, causing her to be even more enthusiastic about STEM as well as develop a deep love of soulslikes and notoriously difficult indie platformers.

Jade collects a variety of merchandise, including a solar shield tee shirt, posters (of course) of Dark Soils, super meat boy and a styrofoam replica of Artorias great sword which she uses in early Sburb.

she’s also a dedicated cryptid hunter. Jade keeps a lot of gear in her room for this purpose, such as a camera, a pair of binoculars that blink when they sense movement, a note book full of her findings in scrapbook format, and a flashlight that serves as the second allocation to her strife deck. She doesn’t really believe in that stuff, though, but she wants to so badly! Really, she just wants to be the one to take a semi-famous blurry picture. Is that such a crime?

 Dove Lalonde

Dove is a whole ass trans woman. She wears a shirt with a lemon on it.

She has a less adversarial relationship with her mom than Rose did, but it is by no means healthier. Dove takes an interest in Mom Lalonde’s hobbies (mixology) just as she takes an interest in Dove's. Momlalonde attempts to support Dove’s interest in fashion design by buying her very expensive fitted suits, which is kind of missing the whole point, so instead of being worn, they sit on mannequins in Dove’s room to be used as inspiration or to reference the patterns. She has to hold her mom's hair back at least once a week.

Rose Strider

Rose wears circular shades, dual-wields swords, and has a pixelated Satan on her shirt.

 She is able to compete with Bro head-on in a never-ending game of one-upmanship, much like Rose Lalonde did with her mom, but two-sided this time and much more deadly. Although she’s never won a confrontation, she’s getting closer by the day.

She had a phase where she naively tried to imitate Bro’s style of irony and produced several unfunny and crewed comics, which she is deeply ashamed of and hides under her bed in a safe. Nowadays, she maintains an online cult. None of the other members can tell if anyone else present is there ironically or sincerely. The name of the game is to keep them guessing and create distrust. Rose theorizes that there are four camps her followers fall into.

Those who sincerely find comfort in the community and find the lore fascinating.

Those participating for their own ironic purposes.

A variant on the second camp but instead of actually having their own personas that are made funnier by being in an online cult they’re simply here to troll and hateread, unaware that all the stuff they find the most egregious was most likely posted by those in group number two.

Those who feel the need to “keep an eye on these people”

But the beauty of it is that all these camps look the same from the outside. She keeps a dedicated phone just for the cult, which ends up traveling around the session and into the hands of several characters.

Bro puts her in increasingly dangerous situations beyond anything he has ever thrown at Dave. The house is actually bobbytrapped. This comic by Mmmmalo is a good example of the kind of shenanigans I’m referring to.

https://mmmmalo.tumblr.com/post/190087932788/a-rose-who-was-raised-by-her-father

John Harley

John basically has no hobbies. John occasionally passes the time by deep-cleaning the entire lab. He has accidentally made dangerous substances on more than one occasion. Now he can do it on purpose if he wants and is really into chemistry. He uses spray bottles.

John lives vicariously through his friends and even entertains the trolls a lot of the time out of boredom, causing him to have a close relationship with Vriska for his whole life that turns romantic over the course of his session. John exclaims in groups of eight, "geeeeeeez!!!" He has no idea she’s an alien, but other than that, he knows pretty much everything about her life and backstory. She pushes him to do dangerous things, even putting Bec to sleep to do so. Because of this, John is able to explore the ruins in their entirety. Even exploring Vale and Skia via the tranportalizers.

He has been awake on prospit for as long as he can remember, but he has no idea that a golden moon where you can see the future isn’t normal, in part because Vriska is very nonchalant about it as well.

[harrysgoldenbum]

Don't Blame Me for Falling - pt. 2

sorry for the delay! something came up and I was away from my laptop all day.

Part One

word count: 6.8K

warnings: smut, cursing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people), and somewhat exhibitionism

Y/N had texted Annie the moment the cab dropped her off at the main entrance of the hotel. She figured that she would be the soberest out of the group and would be able to meet up with her and get her up to the room. But to her surprise, all four girls came pouring out through the lobby to where she stood by the grove of palm trees. 

Jessica eyed her critically, and Y/N struggled to keep a straight face. It only took seconds, before Jessica’s hazel eyes glinted and she grinned. 

“Holy Shit, way to go bitch! You already bagged your vay-cay fling!” 

“What?” Y/N tried. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jessica elbowed Marie in the ribs. “Look at her face. She can say whatever she wants, but her face doesn’t lie! You look freshly fucked, babe. Spill the details! Did you get your Mile-High card punched?” 

“Jesus, Jessica, let her get her stuff into the room,” Ameena interjected. “Then we can get her to spill all her secrets over margaritas.” 

It didn't take long for Y/N to drop off her suitcase and bag in their suite, which already looks like a tornado swept through… twice. She ignored the taunts through the bathroom door while she stripped and changed into her bikini. After a half-assed job of slathering herself with sunscreen, she let her friends lead the way to the pool, where they had claimed a cabana earlier in the morning. 

“Talk!” Jessica commanded once they ordered their first round of margaritas. 

Y/N lowered her sunglasses and rolled her shoulders back as she sank back against the plush chaise lounge. “I didn’t fuck anyone,” she started, raising her hand in protest when Jessica, immediately called bullshit. “But yeah, I might have met a guy on the plane.”

She licked the rim of the glass and took a long sip of her marg, relishing the sting of the tequila as it mingled with the salt on her tongue. Then she continued to describe her entire flight, with Jessica, Ameena, Annie, and Marie hanging onto every word. 

“You have to do it Y/N! You have to go to him!” Delly exclaimed as soon as Y/N finished telling about the searing kiss Harry planted on her just outside the gate. 

Jessica slurped her margarita noisily. “You’ve been handed a gift on a silver platter!” 

Y/N glared at all her friends, “You guys really were serious about that stupid pact?” 

The whole idea of their retreat had been born while they were lounging around the living room in their off-campus house on a Tuesday night, drinking and chatting. Marie had been out of sorts, having been dumped by her longtime boyfriend the week earlier, when Jessica had gotten the brilliant idea that they all go to Cancun. And then she raised the stakes by suggesting that, with the exception of Annie, who had gotten engaged over Christmas, she, Marie, Ameena, and Y/N should all have a fling while in Mexico. Marie had eagerly agreed and eventually, with persuasion Ameena and Y/N hadn’t dismissed the possibility. But Y/N hadn’t fully agreed to the idea if she was being honest. 

She had never been one for casual sex. She wasn’t one of those girls who needed every sexual experience to be candlelight and soft music and rose petals, but she was fairly picky when it came to whom she went out with. She didn’t feel the need to waste her time; once she realized she wasn’t compatible with a guy, she didn’t need to go out with them again. And up until today, when she met Harry, she had never had such an instant attraction to a man to the point where she would ever consider a one-night stand. She’s only slept with two guys (and fooled around with a couple of others). She had sex a grand total of eleven times, which was less than Jessica’s entire tally of sexual partners. 

“Of course we’re serious!” Jessica scoffed. “Marie has been working on the cabana boy since ten this morning.”

Y/N frowned. “I just don’t… I mean… isn’t that kind of using him?” 

Annie brought her brows together. “Well… wouldn’t you be using each other? It’s not like he’s asking you to marry you, Y/N. He wants you. He wants to fuck you, and feel good for a few days, to forget about that see-you-next-Tuesday who broke his heart… it’s a fling he wants too!” 

Y/N ran her finger along the rim and brought it to her mouth, sucking the salty tip thoughtfully. Annie had a point. A very good point. Harry wasn’t looking for something serious. She was as much a means to an end for him as he was for her. She needed to stop overanalyzing the way that Harry proposed their potential hookup. He was drunk. He said sweet things, that made her feel special, but the bottom line was his motives were just as self-serving as hers. 

And that kiss… a man who could stir such desire in her from one - okay two - passionate kisses… God, she couldn’t imagine how the sex might be. 

“But I just got here… you guys won’t be mad at me for going off…” Y/N pressed her lips together. She slurped what was left of her marg and glanced around at her friends. “I mean, he said he wanted me to spend the whole time I’m here with him… are you guys okay with that?” 

“Go grab your suitcase and get the hell out of here!” Ameena cried. 

“Are you sure-?” 

“Go!” they all yelled in unison. 

Y/N exhaled, said bye to her friends, and headed back up to the room to change. She considered leaving her bikini on for a moment, but she opted for the sexiest underwear she packed and threw a sundress over it. Spying Ameena’s cosmetics bag open on the bathroom counter, she grabbed a tube of Ameena’s expensive lops gloss, smeared it on her fingertip, and applied it to her lips.

She got a cab outside the main entrance, nervously gave the driver the name of Harry’s resort, and though she knew she butchered the pronunciation, fortunately, the cabbie seemed to comprehend. He started the meter and pulled away from the curb. Her heart raced. Her hands felt clammy, and her stomach flipped throughout the drive. It felt like the drive was going on forever. 

After she paid the cabbie and retrieved her bags, she strolled into the tropical oasis that passed as the lobby of the Playa. Her eyes widened as she looked around, searching for the concierge desk. She had no way to contact Harry; he hadn’t given her a cell phone number. She only had the name of the resort, and his name, to go on. 

It took her a second to realize that she didn’t even know his last name! Sudden panic took over her body, he is a stranger. She was about to go into a hotel room with a total stranger, and only her friends knew she was there… shit, does her cell phone even work here? What if there were some kind of emergency…? 

“Y/N?” 

She spun around at the sound of his voice. Her mouth went dry at the sight of him. He was wearing nothing but a pair of board shorts that sat low on his hips. It drew her eyes right to the defined core muscles that made up his lower abdominal region. She saw a lot of Vs in her course works and in her clinical experience. But Harry’s torso, decorated with tattoos, was a thing of beauty. Her eyes traveled along the two black-inked ferns that outlined his hips. His muscles were lean, not bulky, and fuck, his navel was perfect. She had the compulsion to put her hands on him. 

Holy fuck, she was going to get to put her hands all over him. 

“You came,” he murmured, striding toward her, a pleased smile tugging at his lips. 

“Not yet I didn’t,” she whispered, and almost automatically she cringed, annoyed with herself for such a lame double entendre. 

But Harry seemed to approve. He curled one hand around her waist, lowered his mouth, and sealed it over hers, possessing her lips with an urgency that had her knees locking and her thighs clenching. 

He released her, his chest heaving, eyes darkened with lust. “I was just on my way to the pool… good timing I guess.” 

“I guess,” she echoed, trying to catch her breath. 

“C’mon… The pool can wait… I can’t.” 

The tone of his voice poured over her like liquid. It had her pussy tingling again and her body heated in anticipation. He smiled down at her, took her suitcase from her, and arched a brow. 

“Does this mean you’ll stay with me…?” 

She swallowed, “If that’s what you want.”

He nodded deliberately and tangled their fingers. “That’s definitely what I want.”

The fact that there were other people in the elevator when the doors gilded open didn’t seem to bother Harry. Once inside, he brought her flesh against him and dropped his mouth to suck on her earlobe, teasing the soft flesh with a gentle scrape of his teeth. His hands roamed over her hips, his fingers gathering the fabric, and she had to suppress a moan when she felt him harden against her belly. 

“Fuck, I want you so bad.” A chill raced down her spine, brought on by the intermingling sensations of his hot breath and the damp trail of saliva he left on the shell of her ear. In response, she rose onto her toes and ground her pelvis into him. 

The elevator seemed to take even longer than the damn taxi ride over. When the door finally parted and Harry led her down the short corridor, she scanned the brass placards mounted on each door in the wing. There must have been eight honeymoon suites, all given different names. Harry stopped in front of one that read La Perla. Even her horrific retention of high school Spanish allowed her to translate that with ease: The Pearl. 

She paused and stared at the sign; for a split second, she felt a little odd, about to head into a room designated for newlyweds, with a guy she had barely known for twelve hours - a guy who, she remembered, she didn’t know his last name. 

It only took Harry gathering her hair to the side and butterflying his lips over her spinal cord to ease her back into blissful ignorance. Her head lolled against his shoulder, her stomach tightening as he continued pressing kisses to her neck with slow sensational brushes of his lips. It took him four tries before he finally got his electronic key into the slot. Frustrated, he gathered her in his arms and leaned over her to open the door. His hard body pressed into her from behind, urging her to cross the threshold. Harry kicked the door closed behind them and set her things down.

Y/N didn’t have the chance to take in the luxurious suite. Harry whirled her around and rooted her in place with a feral stare. His eyes raked her body; wide and aware, they showed no sign of his previously intoxicated state. He obviously sobered up considerably in the three hours since she last saw him. The tip of his pink tongue peeked out as he wet his lips, just before he descended on her. 

This kiss was equally as demanding as the one in the lobby. His hands skimmed down to cup her ass, bring her against him, and Y/N gasped into his mouth as she made contact with his erection. He was completely hard, and lord, he was big. It was impossible to miss. She rubbed herself against him, the material of his swimsuit offered little resistance. When he parted his lips to groan his approval, she swiped her tongue along the lower swell, daring him to accept it. With another growl, his tongue shot out and captured hers toughly. He sucked it into the wet warmth of his mouth, massaging it fervently, until she met him stroke for stroke, becoming a game of dominance. 

As they continued kissing, they started staggering toward the bed, she let her hands explore the bumpy plane of his toned back, kneading the muscles of his shoulders, and rolling her knuckles along his vertebrae. Harry’s hands were still firmly planted on her ass, his fingers teasing her as he got closer to slipping under the short hem of her dress. 

Harry broke away, panting when they reached the foot of the massive king-size bed. It was then Y/N noticed that the comforter was already turned down, and the sheets were askew, and the pillows were no longer in that neat linear arrangement. She wondered if he had taken a nap when he arrived at the resort; it would explain his improved condition. 

It seemed as if there were a hundred things they should be discussing, now that he wasn’t drunk, but her tongue was heavy, paralyzed from their kisses, and her entire body was begging for him to possess it- every nerve, every muscle, every inch of her skin. 

It didn’t matter, because the movement of Harry’s hands to his waist commanded her attention. He shed his swimsuit and kicked it aside. Y/N couldn’t help herself, as her eyes wandered. 

He was glorious. 

She was at a loss for words and she admired him. Her eyes kept going back to his erection, there was no denying that she had been right about his size. She even underestimated him. His cock was thick, though well proportioned for his solid body, and if she was honest with herself, it was a little intimidating. 

He grinned, almost shyly this time, and stepped towards her, his cock bobbing. He kissed her hungrily but briefly. His eyes were glittering when he pulled back. His fingers danced up her arm, settling over her sundress strap. He eased it off her shoulder and kissed the exposed skin. “How do you want to come first, Y/N?” 

Oh, God. 

His lips climbed the slope of her neck, his tongue traced her jugular. “Should I use my mouth?” He paused to suck on her pulse point, hard enough to elicit a jolt of pain that quickly melted into pleasure. It felt so good she didn’t even care if the evidence would be visible tomorrow. 

His hands snuck under her sundress, ruched up the hem, and his thumbs started to toy with the sides of her thong. “Or maybe I will start with my fingers.” He bent his knees and dragged the panties down her legs, just barely brushing his knuckles over her calves as he rose to stand again. He raised her skirt with one hand and her teeth clamped down onto her bottom lip when his finger traced the length of her slick core. Slowly he raised the digit and sucked it into his mouth. 

“Mmm… so good. You’re so wet already. You’re ready for me to make you come, aren’t you?”

She nodded mutely. She was so aroused, yet he really hadn’t done much to her. She feared when he finally put his mouth or his hands on her, she was going to implode, like a stick of dynamite. 

“Or should I go right for my cock?” He took himself in his hand and stroked his shaft several times. The sight of him touching himself was almost more erotic than the things he had been saying to her, and she whimpers and bucked her hips toward him. He laughed softly. “I’ll bet you’ll feel absolutely amazing once I’m buried inside you. You’re going to take every inch of me, aren’t you?”

“Oh, god!” Y/N moaned. Another low, throaty chuckle from him led to his hand tugging the other strap of her dress down. 

“So, what will it be?” he whispered, easing her dress over her breasts. His cock jumped and she felt it graze her thigh as he stared at her tits. Y/N’s nipples had been hard since they started kissing, and the chill from the air-conditioned room and the ceiling fans made them tingle even more. She ached for him all over. 

“You mouth,” Y/N pleaded. “Use your mouth, please.” Sad as it was, none of the guys she’s been with had ever gone down on her. She was dying to know how it felt to be eaten out, and she had the feeling that Harry would be insanely good at it. 

“I was hoping you would say that.” He gently eased her up onto the bed, and she laid back, sprawled diagonally across the comfortable surface. He coaxed her down to the edge of the bed. Harry knelt and appraised her hungrily. She tried not to be self-conscious, lying completely naked, exposed -- her thoughts came to a screeching halt when she felt the first pass of his tongue through her wet folds. Rendering her mute and she wasn’t sure she could scream it. She knew this wasn’t going to take long. That tingling behind her navel had grown to a steady buzz. He was going to undo her, fast. 

He licked up the length of her a second time. She arched her back and flailed her arms out to the side, grouping for the sheets. His fingers gently urged her to spread her legs wider. Obediently, Y/N bowed her knees flat against the bed and granted him the access he sought. After feathering a few kisses to her inner thighs, he resumed lapping at her, his tongue swirling through the damp heat, coming close to where she wanted him but never directly touching her clit. She squirmed, trying to force him into contact with the bundle of nerves. He soft chuckle vibrated through her. 

“Patience, love. I want to savor you.”

Y/N contracted her ab muscles and raised herself up a little. Sucking in a breath as he locked his half-lidded eyes on her. He held her gaze and finally circled her throbbing clit, pressing the pad of his tongue to it.

“Yes! Yes… god, yes, Harry… right there, yes!”

Each rhythmic flick of his tongue over her clit was pure bliss. She gripped the sheets tightly, so tight that a bot of pain shot through her knuckles. When he sucked her swollen button into his mouth, the precipice was suddenly right there, and she called his name in a breathy cry as she soared over the edge. Wave after wave ecstasy surged through her. 

“That’s it,” he murmured against her skin. He gave her a few more lazy licks around her still throbbing clit, and then he stood. Through dazed eyes, she watched him walk across the room. Y/N drank in the sight of his back. His spine was beautifully curved, surrounded by the wall of muscle, and she couldn’t help herself as her gaze dropped lower. Stopping at the firm, round ass. Her inner muscles clenched as she watched him bend down at the waist, rummaging through the pile of clothing on the floor, looking for something. Straightening, we sauntered back towards her, his erection protruding, pointing right at her. He quickly tore open the foil packet he had retrieved and wrapped himself with the condom. He carefully cradled her, climbing atop her as he shifted their bodies farther up the bed. 

“Watching you cum, got me so fucking hard. And you taste like heaven,” he whispered, his palms caressing her shoulders as he dipped down to kiss her. She could taste her arousal on his tongue when she slipped it inside her mouth. His tongue swept around the warm crevices - her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, he took his time exploring her and tasting her thoroughly. 

He used his nose to nudge her chin upward, licking down the column of her throat, his breath fanning over her breasts. His expert tongue went back to work, flicking over one taut nipple. She felt a renewed throbbing between her legs as he sucked and nibbled on her tits. 

Without warning, he reached down and rubbed his cock through her slick heat, and she felt the head of him graze her clit as he lined himself up with her entrance. He drew back his hips and thrust into her, hard, and in spite of how wet she was, god it hurt.

He pulled back and thrust again, more gently this time, but he drove inside her, and he leaned down to kiss her, a slow, soothing brushing of his lips over hers.

“I know, love… you’re so tight… I’m sorry…”

“No…no…” she choked out, screwing her eyes shut, as the pain faded and she felt the coil tightening in her belly. “It’s fine… you… you feel good…”

“You feel fucking incredible,” he said thickly, pumping in and out of her steadily. He tucked one of her legs up against her stomach, allowing him to drive deeper into her. She nearly lost her breath when he hit that spot inside of her that had her vision blurring and white light dancing before her eyes. She was virtually unaware of the second climax rippling through her until she heard Harry whisper, with pride lacing his words, “Already, sweetheart?”

As her orgasm continued to wane, he braced his weight on one arm and used his other hand to draw her arms, one by one, above her head and pin them at her wrists. He increased the pace of his thrusts, fucking her faster, with quiet whispers of her name and soft grunts of pleasure. Occasionally the head of his cock would catch the cleft of her clit just right and a faint jolt of pleasure pulsated in her core. She was so delirious from her first two climaxes that she wasn’t sure how she was going to keep up with him to do this again later. 

She felt him swell inside her a moment before his eyes shut and his hips jerked. He pulsed inside her, and it seemed like he came for a long time. She laid still, letting him bask in the same aftershocks that had rocked her earlier, and she noticed his arm trembling. 

“Y/N… fuck… fuck” he whispered softly, rolling them over so that he was half sprawled across her but his weight didn’t crush her. “Oh.. fuck…”

And that was the last thing she remembered before her eyes closed. 

~~~~

A while later, Y/N stirred awake. Her limbs felt heavy and her cunt was sore. Harry’s chest rose and fell against her check, his heart beat was strong and steady. There was something comforting about it. His arm was draped in a perfect curver along her hip, he was hard beneath the leg she had haphazardly thrown across his groin. 

The room was flooded in gray, she blinked several times, trying to get her bearings. It had to be evening time by now. Y/N tried to look at the clock without disturbing Harry, but his arm tightened around her and hip lips found her forehead. 

“Not ready to move yet,” he growled, his voice rough with sleep. 

But her stomach rumbled loudly, causing him to laugh. Hauling her atop his naked body, he reached between them and rubbed her belly gently. 

“Give me a few minutes to work up an appetite of my own… then we’ll clean up n’ go to one of the restaurants… unless…” He planted his hands on the small of her back and urged her to straighten her spine. “...Maybe you’d rather we order something in n’ eat out on the balcony… your choice, love.” 

He lifted her hips and they both gasped as Harry lowered her down on his cock. Y/N sucked in a greedy breath of air as he filled her. He felt impossibly bigger in this position, and he seemed to sense her mild discomfort. 

“Your choice, love,” he echoed, though she knew the intentions behind the word were different this time. He was allowing her to set the pace of their fucking this time. His fingers grasped her hips as she started to swivel them. “That’s it… good girl… fuck… your pussy… its like it was made for me…” 

Y/N stifled a moan by trapping her lower lip between her teeth. She had never had a guy talk to her like this. How was it that she felt such intimacy with a near stranger, such an immediate level of comfort that with each revolution of her hips, she felt her inhibitions slipping away?

Emboldened by the way Harry was gazing up at her, she rocked her hips harder and palmed her breasts. She kneaded them, throwing her head back, and when she began using her thumbs to rub her nipples, a guttural groan ripped from Harry and he shot up on the bed. He buried his face between her tits, then shoved her hands away and suctioned his lips around one aching nipple. His touch was electric, sending sparks shooting through her core again. It spurred her to move on him faster. 

She came even harder than before. Her inner muscles quiver and clench his cock, and with a strangled cry, Harry followed her into oblivion. It was only the hot flood of moisture between her legs that stunned her into the realization that they had been so caught up that he hadn’t put on a condom this time. 

“Fuck,” he panted, grathering her hair in his palm, using the leverage to tug her mouth down to kiss her roughly. “Oh, god… how is it this good?”

“Harry, we didn’t…”

His eyes rounded and he gazed down at where their bodies were still joined together. “Shit, I’m sorry. I-” His face flushed and he kissed her slowly. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since my ex, and we always used protection. Are you… I mean… are you protected?” Y/N could hear the edge of uncertainty in his voice. 

“Um, yeah, I’m clean and I’m on birth control.” She bit her lip. “But we should probably make sure the other times -”

He nodded his head adamantly. “Yeah, I agree. I’m sorry I was so careless - but Jesus, you felt so fuckin’ good… I’m sorry. 

Y/N silenced him, accepting his apology with a soft, brushing kiss. The gentle kisses continue until their bodies cool down. 

“Come on,” he whispered, nuzzling her nose. “Now I’m famished.”

He told her to shower first. She had kind of hoped he’d join her, but he promised her that there would be more than enough time for that over the next few days. Before she climbed into the generously oversized stall, she assured him that whatever he ordered from the room service menu would be fine with her. 

Once they both cleaned up and threw on the resort robes hanging in the closet, Harry opened the sliding-glass door and led Y/N onto the balcony, leaving the door ajar to listen for the knock that would signal their food's arrival. He pulled her down into his lap as he settled in one of the chairs. He caressed her cheek lightly. A smile playing on his lips as he stared into her eyes. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he whispered. 

“What for?”

He swallowed, and she saw his lips twitch faintly. “For making me feel wanted again.”

~~~~

“You can’t be serious with this,” Y/N whispered. 

Harry came up behind her and placed his hands on her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Looks like heaven, doesn’ it?” 

She shook her head in disbelief, her eyes sweeping over the little thatched building. Soft clouds of white gauze billowed in the breeze. Inside the hut, she could see the two massage tables facing the turquoise sea. 

“I definitely need some loosening up,” he teased, kissing her neck. “Someone got me all worked up last night - and again this morning.” 

She felt heat travel to her face. Her own body was achy all over, exhausted from their repeated lovemaking. Y/N paused, her mind hanging on that last word. That wasn’t really an accurate description of what they had been doing. This was sex, plain and simple. They have an arrangement. She had to keep reminding herself of that, because when Harry’s tongue was between her legs, or his cock was deep inside her, like it was half an hour ago, when her fucked her against the bathroom counter, it was easy to succumb to thoughts of being with him beyond this fling. She was being foolish. It had been a day. No one can fall in love in one day. Her orgasmic haze was clouding her logic. 

“Y/N.” His teeth tugged on her earlobe. “They’re waiting for us.” 

The two masseuses were both women, and Y/N didn’t miss the dejected look that flitted across the taller one’s face when she learned Harry belonged to the shorter woman. 

“You can take off everything but your underwear and get comfortable on the tables. Sir, you’ll be on the left. On your bellies, both of you.” Her heavily accented English was flawless, and she had a soothing voice, Y/N thought. She and the other masseuse both stepped out of the tent, lowering the rear wall curtains. Three walls of privacy were now what surrounded them. 

“Allow me,” Harry murmured, stepping toward her. “Hands up, love.” Y/N obeyed, raising her arms, and he slid her tank over her head. His thumbs traced the cups of her bra briefly then freed the front clasp of her bra. His tongue darted out to tease one hardening nipple.

“Harry!” she squealed. She lowered voice and hissed, “They are right outside!.”

“I know,” he chuckled against her breast. “But you can’t expect me to behave, knowing you’re going to be almost naked just a few feet away from me.” He teased her other nipple to a peak and his hands fumbled with the button on her shorts before he managed to ease the zipper down. She hid her smile when he peeled them down her legs, and he straightened back up, the large bulge in his own shorts tenting the fabric. 

“Down, boy,” Y/N giggled as he took her face in his hands and kissed her soundly. 

The massage was a completely different kind of bliss. Y/N was unable to steal glimpses at Harry while lying prone, her face cushioned in the pillow ring, but once the masseuse ordered her to turn over onto her back, she met his eyes, and he pursed his lips at her.

“I already miss being inside you,” he mouthed, arching his eyebrows at her suggestively. Her own mouth twisted into a reserved smile, and she closed her eyes to avoid the temptation of engaging in lip-reading dirty talk. 

At the end of the hour, she was wonderfully calm, her muscles relaxed - aside from her vaginal muscles which still bore the effects of Harry’s impressive girth. He fished some pesos out of his shorts pocket and offered several to each masseuse, shushing Y/N with a firm look. He intertwined their fingers together and suggested a stoll on the beach. She kept her flip-flops off and let them dangle from her fingertips as the powder fine sand sifted between her toes and warmed the bottom of her feet. 

She couldn’t say she was surprised when Harry let her quite a ways down the beach to a secluded cove, pinned her to the smooth stone wall, and captured her lips in a bruising kiss. She responded eagerly, their hands roaming, torsos colliding, and it was only a second before she felt him getting hard against her. 

“It took all my willpower not to tell those women to get out and not take you right then and there, on your massage table.” He dragged his tongue down her neck and along her collarbone, kissing the swells of her breasts above the neckline of her tank. 

“Yeah, well, mine was eyeing you up. I know she wasn’t happy that she got stuck with me.”

“Mmm… I would have been happy to put my hands all over you.” As if to prove his point, Harry slipped his palms past the waistline of her shorts and squeezed her ass.”And your hands feel so much better on me.”

“Oh?”

Suddenly provoked by his words, Y/N flashes him a teasing smile and undid his belt. He helped her work his shorts down his legs, and then carefully rid him of his briefs. Harry’s erection sprang free, she licked her lips, keeping her eyes trained on his awestruck face.

She had only given a blowie twice before, and she has been kind of indifferent to the whole experience both times. But there is something about Harry that made her want to please him. He had been so generous with his mouth thus far. 

Y/N crouched down, wrapped her fist around his stiff cock. He groaned and tangled his hand in her long hair. Gazing up at him, she licked the tip of his cock then ran her tongue along the ridged head, circling it again and again, before taking as much of him in her mouth as possible. 

“Oh-oh fuck, baby, yes.”

His hands in her hair helped to set a rhythm, and she cupped his balls, massaging them tenderly as she worked his cock over with her tongue and gentle suctioning of her mouth. She gagged once or twice, taking him too deep, but Harry’s moans coupled with the motion of his hips compelled her to keep going. She ignored the ache in her legs and the one in her jaw, determined to get off with just her mouth. 

She paused to take a breath and ran her tongue up and down her shaft, tracing a vein that pulsed near the end of her head. He jerked a little and grunted his approval. She did it again, and then sucked him with renewed vigor. 

“Y/N, move,” Harry commanded, his voice raw. She continued to suckle him, and he gripped her hair. “Y/N…love… I’m gonna…” His words died on his lips as she felt his cock stiffen and his release in her mouth. It was definitely an odd sensation, and the taste was kind of unpleasant, but she figured out how to use her tongue to keep from gagging as she swallowed, until she licked him clean and let him slip from her lips. 

Harry’s eyes were closed and his chest heaved. His fingers now moved lazily against her scalp, and she watched his cock defate. Then she stood up and kissed him. His eyes lifted halfway, and she could see his pupils were still dilated. He managed a grin and tugged her lips to his for another kiss. She felt his hands glide down her back and around the button of her shorts. 

“Your turn,” he mumbled against her mouth. She trapped his lower lip with her teeth as he pulled back and sank to the cave floor. Her head tipped back against the wall, and she lost herself in the strokes of Harry’s long fingers and tongue, working her in blissful tandem.

~~~~

“So, how old are you?”

He grinned, and as he blinked, the droplets that clung to his eyelashes like jewels plinked into the water. Reaching past her, he took a long sip of his cocktail, and then set the plastic cup back down at the pool’s edge. He slid his arms around her waist and coaxed her to wrap her legs around his waist. She wound one arm around his shoulders and the other rested against the swallow tattoo on his chest. He began to drift through the water, holding her intimately, their faces inches apart.

“Why?”

I mean… just curious.” She angled her neck to the side and her eyes slipped shut as his lips migrated over her wet skin. “You know how old I am.”

“Do I?” He raised his head and gave her a playful waggle of his brows

“Well, you know I am a senior in college.”

“So you’re 21 or 22,” he reasoned.

“I’ll be 22 in June.”

“Happy early birthday then.” He kissed the tip of her nose, and a strange fluttering took flight behind her ribs. He had turned her insides to jelly more than once since they had met. But thinking about her birthday, two months from now, when Harry would be a distant memory. It was a different kind of feeling roiling through her. She pushed the thought away as quickly as it had descended on her.

She tried to keep the mood lighthearted. “You’re not gonna answer my question? What, are you hiding something? Like… you’re 40, and you just have some pact with the devil where you get to look eternally youthful, and be virile enough to fuck nonstop?” she almost blushed at her last statement.

“I’m 27,” he replied, laughing. “My birthday was in February.”

“Well happy belated birthday then.” And she kissed the tip of his nose. His smile widened. 

“So you’ll graduate in a couple of months… what do you plan to do?”

And so for the rest of the afternoon, they float through the water, trading simple questions and answers about their lives. After she explained her plans for the summer and her impending program, she learned that Harry graduated with honors with a degree in English and Journalism, and he currently worked as an editor for a food magazine. She was equally impressed by his ambition and turned on by his obvious intelligence. 

“That sounds glamorous.”

He smiled, but she didn't see much genuine happiness behind it. “It’s okay. It pays the bills. I had other aspirations, but-” he stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes, fighting the urge to purr like a content cat. There was something about his fingers in her hair that gave her such a quiet thrill. It was simple, but familiar gesture, and it seemed to tether her to him. 

“What did you really want to do?”

The smile spread, and his eyes sparkled a little, reflecting the sun bouncing off the pool’s surface. “What I really wanted to do was write. And technically I’m doing that, I know, but I wanted to be a writer. My own things. A novel or maybe young adult stuff.”

“Why haven’t you been doing that?” she asked. He looked puzzled. She hitched herself a little higher in his arms and shifted her legs around his waist. “Couldn’t you be working on your own writing in your free time, like after work or on the weekends?”

His fingers moved gently along the nape of her neck. “I don’t really have a lot of free time. At least, I didn’t, not leading up to…” he looked almost embarrassed as he cleared his throat. “And I put in long hours at the magazine, and well, when I would get home at night, my ex didn’t really want me on my laptop all the time. And our weekends were always crammed full of things. Dinners with friends, wine tastings…”

It was the first time he brought up his ex since the flight down.

“We don’t have to talk about her, you know, if it makes you…” Y/N hesitated.

Harry shook his head. “I’m going to have to get used to explaining things to people. A lot. Our guests all knew the wedding was off, but the casual acquaintances and all… work associates… I’m not looking forward to rehashing it a hundred times,but it’s gonna have to be done.”

She cleared her throat and dared to ask him how he has met his ex-fiance. His eyes grew a little wistful as he reminisced, and she felt guilty, but he admonished her with a firm press of his lips to hers. He guided them over to one of the secluded alcoves and trapped her body against the side of the pool, where he proceeded to give her the shortened version of his history with his ex, Y/N was surprised to learn that he and his ex had been together since they were nineteen. 

“I’m kinda a long-term relationship guy, I guess,” He offered, when she made the comment that seven years was a long time. 

His admission caused a lump to rise, unbidden, into her throat. Once again, she found herself shaking off thoughts that she has no right to be thinking.

It was when he told her how he had proposed that a different unwelcome sensation rippled through her. She had suddenly had enough of the conversation, and she silenced him the only way she knew how. She rocked her hips against him, and he tightened his grip on her. His arousal met her next thrust, and his mouth found hers. 

They didn’t last much longer in the pool. 

And she took a little bit of sadistic pride in the way he screamed her name when she sucked him off again.

~~~

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Part 3 // masterlist

[letarasstuff]

Ranting

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you like it :)

Summary: In the middle of midterms, Spencer's daughter has enough and for the first time in her life, she rants to the team

Warnings: one swear word, school, school stress, mental breakdown, shitty friends, a bit of angst (but there is fluff to balance that out), weird grammatical sentences that are according to google correct

Wordcount: 2.3k

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________ As a teenager, Spencer was pretty closed off. But this had several reasons, like being a child (or moreover a teen prodigy) at college and getting his first Ph.D, or that he hadn’t had a safety net of people he could have gone to. So as he became a father himself, he tried everything possible to assure his own daughter that her feelings and thoughts are always welcome and valid.

Unfortunately (Y/N) herself has developed the same habit starting high school and ever since Spencer can’t do anything to get her to open up to him. It’s not like they don’t have a good relationship, they have one of the strongest father-daughter bonds the BAU has ever witnessed. The girl simply has other ways to cope with her feelings and how to act them out in the safety of her own four walls. Her father learned to accept it, knowing that he can’t and won’t force her to talk to him.

So what follows now not only shocked Spencer. But also his work family.

It’s the time every teen in high school dreads: Midterms.

A word a teacher can mutter and a shiver goes through the rows of students in the classroom. Or at least it feels like it to (Y/N). She takes her school work very seriously. In her mind every single grade determines her future.

The rational part in her knows that the grades in her sophomore year doesn’t matter. That they are even long forgotten when she graduates. There is just so much pressure on her. But it isn’t coming from her father.

Spencer is pretty laid-back regarding school. He knows his daughter is trying her best and that it’s just the tenth grade and not the end of the world. School is not everything life has to offer, especially he has to know it as a scholar and profiler flying through the country in a jet back and forth.

It’s (Y/N)’s classmates, who pressure her to get good grades.

“We depend on you and your notes”, Tyler exclaims as he jogs next to her through the busy hallway. “Ty, I know. But I don’t have the time to get them done for all of you to understand by tomorrow. They are still a mess that only I know to see through. I still have to finish my history project and I go to my Dad’s work this afternoon, which means I won’t get much done and I still have to do the homework I got today before sorting my notes for the test in two days.”

At her locker, the boy still doesn’t let go of the subject. “Do you want to say that our grades don’t matter as much as yours? Because this would be a true selfish statement.” Maybe it is the lack of sleep, because she pulled three all-nighters in two weeks, or the fact that she is slowly getting fed up being treated like an unpaid private teacher, but (Y/N) can’t stop her sassy answer. “Tyler, you wouldn't even know how to tell apart your ass from your head if it weren’t for me and my help in biology. You wouldn’t even know how to spell selfish if I didn’t let you copy my answers in spelling tests in elementary school.”

Done with the day and her friend’s shit, she slams the door of her locker shut and leaves a flabbergasted boy behind. Half an hour later the teenager enters the bullpen with her visitor badge clipped to the pocket of her sweater.

On the way there she was fuming. The audacity of her friends. It’s not only Tyler, who tried to get her notes of a unit, she was the only one listening, even though the teacher said loud and clear that this will be important for midterms. A few other friends out of the group she usually hangs out with texted her the same question of when her notes will be given to them. Understandably, (Y/N) comes into the office in the worst mood anyone from the team ever saw, including her own father.

“Hey Sweetheart”, he tries to greet her with a hug. Even though both of them are not big on touch, they are extra affectionate with people they are close to.

To everybody’s surprise, the girl takes a step back, effectively avoiding his open arms. “Hey”, she grumbles out before taking a seat in the chair already waiting for her. Nobody is allowed to sit in this one, except for her. Not even Derek has ever put his butt on this one, knowing the sacredness of it.

Without sparing anyone another glance, (Y/N) gets the needed stuff for that history project out and continues working on it. The team resorts to throwing a questiongly look to Spencer, who shrugs his shoulders with a look of despair. So everyone resumes their work without even daring to say a word.

The general silence is occasionally broken by an unnerved sigh leaving the teenager’s lips. “Is the conference room occupied?” She asks, her voice clearly showing how annoyed she is. Her father shakes his head. “No, not that I know of. Do you need help with your school work?” This is obviously the wrong thing to say. “Do I look like a baby? I don’t need anyone to help with that, I have been going to school for ten years now, I think I can handle this project as perfectly fine as I did since day one. It’s just your keyboard typing that will be the reason for my first grey hairs if I don’t get out of here soon.”

Quickly (Y/N) gathers her stuff and storms off into the conference room. Immediately the team crowds her father’s desk. “What happened?” “Who hurt her?” “Go, talk to her!”

“Guys, I don’t know what’s going on. I’m at the same loss as all of you. The only thing I know is that (Y/N) is under pressure, because it’s midterms. But judging by the way she reacted, I don’t want to go near her. It’s safer to try to defuse a bomb than talk to her in that mood. Last time I saw something similar, her favorite show was declared finished, got a revival and then didn’t get one and nobody mentioned it again. She was so mad, I think it took three years of her life.” A silence of uncertainty spreads through the room.

“What about we give her some room until she calms down?” JJ suggests, being unsure herself how to deal with a teenage girl. But the rest agrees and goes back to filling out their paperwork.

This continues for about 20 minutes, till a loud bang and a frustrated scream is heard followed by “DON’T THEY WANT TO GET IT OR ARE THEY JUST STUPID?!” Alerted by that, seven people (yes, even Dave and Aaron leave their offices, while Penelope was already in the bullpen) storm into the round table room only to see a more than outraged (Y/N).

“Sweetheart”, Spencer speaks to her in the gentlest voice they ever heard from him and slowly moves towards his daughter, “What’s going on?”

Her response is delayed by several deep breaths she has to take in order to be able to talk without seething. “ALL OF MY SO CALLED FRIENDS ARE ASKING ME FOR MY NOTES, like do I look like a personal tutor? And when I tell them that I got a life, a life outside of school and grades, because otherwise I go completely bananas, just like all of you say, they get mad. Now they act like I’m the most selfish person in the whole world. I’m so done, can’t they understand that they are old enough to take care of their own stuff? I’m not responsible for them, their grades or anything regarding their lives. Otherwise I would be the mother of at least four toddlers and one baby and at the age of sixteen I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility. I know friends are there for eachother, and I really don’t mind helping them from time to time. But what they are doing is terror. Terror.

“Oh and don’t get me started on their tormention if I get something lower than an A-. Then they suddenly transform into geniuses, like they suddenly know everything possible. Of course, I’m the dumb one. I should have studied more.

“I am under an insane amount of pressure, because I know they rely on me, but enough is enough. I tell them that if anyone asks me for anything school related again and they act like I owe them an answer, I’ll cut off all ties to all of them. What am I, a roboter just there for their needs, without some of my own?”

After her long rant, (Y/N) takes a couple more breaths. It’s pretty much the only sound right now, because the team is stunned. None of them heard her talking, no ranting, like that. Not even her Spencer has seen her like that.

Realizing what she just said, the teenager fidgets nervously with her hands. “I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, you know, blow up like that. I, I really don’t know where this came from.” Nervously she scratches the back of her head. It really wasn’t her intention to let it out like that. Her plan was just to come home tonight and deal in the confinement of her own four walls with all of her feelings. It’s easier to be honest to yourself when you are alone than having an audience watching you losing it.

Suddenly (Y/N) finds herself engulfed in a massive bear hug. “Oh, my sweet sweet summerchild. You needed to rant to us and I’m so happy you did. Even though your uhm, friends, sound like big douchebags, we can help you sort something out”, Penelope tells her while keeping her arms around the teen.

“Just like lil mama said, we are here for you, Baby Reid. Don’t ever be afraid to tell us something, may it even be as small as you having stubbed your toe.” Morgan ruffles her hair and gives her a reassuring smile.

Just like them everybody shows her their support, be it encouraging words or affectionately gestures. Rossi invites her to a calm and quiet dinner at his mansion, cooking class included. Hotch assures her that she will get through this rough patch, with or without these fake people. JJ suggests (Y/N) comes over to her home and she can participate in a family game night at their home.

When it’s Emily’s turn, she makes sure to get her message loud and clear by looking the teen in the eyes (not as deep as it sounds, because some people make an intense stare really uncomfortable): “If those kids give you a hard time again, tell me. I’ll pay them a visit in classic protective godmother fashion, because nobody traits MY godchild like this. Just give me their names and I’ll handle the rest.” Obviously she doesn’t say this aloud in front of everyone, else Hotch will have her head, knowing she goes through with her threats. Instead she whispers it into the teen’s ear. Still, it makes (Y/N) smile, having such a strong support net.

Sensing the family’s need for time of their own to talk about the whole situation, the team leaves the room. Spencer gestures to her to take a seat after moving two chairs opposite each other. He wants her not to feel trapped.

“Do you still want to talk about it? It doesn’t have to be now, we can do it tonight, tomorrow, in a week or in a month. Just, please don’t shut me out. I know it’s difficult to be a teenager, especially in times like these. But it won’t do you any good keeping all of this for yourself. Today you took it out through anger. How will it look next time?

I don’t want to pressure you into talking. We don’t need to. We can find other coping mechanisms. We can try and reduce your stress. Anything. But we both know that this is not the right way.” While speaking, he takes his daughter’s hand, making her look up to him.

(Y/N) nods. Her eyes fill with tears. “I just can’t keep going like this.” She whispers, feeling all the stress, pressure and the intensity of the last few weeks crashing down on her. Quickly Spencer gathers her in his arms, letting her cry in his embrace.

After calming down, she looks up to her father with bloodshot eyes. “We can talk tonight. But I need you to do me a favor.” “Anything”, he assures her, stroking a hand along her back. “I, uhm, I need a new phone. I may or may not have thrown mine against the wall after getting a text from Tyler.”

Spencer looks at the crooked cell laying on the floor, the screen cracked. “I think we can get that sorted”, he tells her with a smile and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

The two of them leave the office earlier, having many things to talk about and many problems to solve. But with the help of her family (Y/N) gets through this, a time where people unfortunately only like her for her smarts and not being herself.

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