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Psychic In Training ::

Chapter # 1 Tourist Trapped

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Code, Chapter 1 (You are here)

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. - Conan Doyle

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'Ah... Summer break, the time for parents to ship their kids off to some negligent camp to terrorize some poor 20-year-old looking for some extra cash.'

'That is... unless you're with the Pines.'

You scream as the golf cart crashes through the billboard, roughly hitting the ground before speeding up again. Glancing backward, you could see the shadow of the creature chasing you, and it seemed to be getting closer.

"Dip!" You yell, "It's gaining on us!"

"I know! This thing won't go any faster, Y/N!" The boy in front of you shouts back.

"Uhh guys," The girl next to him peaks her head out of the cart, "It's getting closer!" She shouts panicked.

"We know!" You and the boy yell at the same time.

'My name is Y/n. The sweaty boy in front of me is Dipper, and the girl beside him about to puke is Mabel.'

'Now, you probably already know why we are fleeing from some imaginable horror in a golf cart. Well I'm going to tell you anyway, and I promise, it's for a completely illogical reason.'

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

You groan, reaching over to silence the alarm. It's the first day of summer break, but your mother insists on the 7:00 AM wake-up call.

"Y/n! The Pines are here!"

You groan louder. Your mother found a loophole after promising not to send you to camp this year. Now you're left wondering what's worse: a summer at Camp Campbell or a summer with the Pines weird uncle.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you slip into a short-sleeve turtleneck sweater and a pair of shorts, moving as slowly as you can.

"Come on, Y/n! We don't have all day!"

Grabbing your backpack on the way, you rush downstairs, where you're met with Dipper's less-than-enthusiastic expression and Mabel's overly enthusiastic grin.

It can't be that bad, right? No crazy, out-of-control adventures.

With a resigned sigh, you follow the Pines out of the house, bracing yourself for whatever this summer has in store.

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"I'm pretty sure this is breaking some kind of child labor law," you mumble as you restock the blue and white pine tree hats. Off to the side, Dipper is polishing a jar of eyeballs while Mabel stalks some random customer.

"Mabe," you call out, giving her a pointed look. "Stop creeping on that poor guy and help me with these hats." Mabel just blows a raspberry at you, her focus undeterred. You turn to Dipper with a shrug. "Well, I tried. Your turn."

Dipper sighs, rolling his eyes as he sprays the jar again. "Mabel, I get that you're in your 'Boy Crazy' phase," he says, stealing a glance at the list in the customer's hand, "but you're kind of overdoing it on the 'crazy' part."

Mabel blows another raspberry, this time at Dipper. "Come on, you two!" she exclaims, bouncing over to join you. "This is our first summer away from home!"

You raise an eyebrow. "Speak for yourself, Mabe. I've been going to summer camp since I was five. It's not all it's cracked up to be-just a bunch of rules and chores." You gesture to the hats you're organizing. "This is just a slightly more illegal version of that."

Mabel crosses her arms, a smug smile spreading across her face. "Mock all you want, but I've got a feeling this summer's going to be amazing. In fact," she points dramatically to the door, "I wouldn't be surprised if the man of my dreams walked through that door right now."

The three of you turn to see Grunkle Stan walking in.

"Ha!" you snort, pointing at Mabel. "Dreamy enough for you, Mabe?" You continue laughing as Mabel cringes in disgust.

Stan strolls over, eyeing the three of you. "Alright, I need someone to go hammer up these signs in the spooky part of the forest."

"Not it!" Mabel and Dipper shout simultaneously, making you groan.

"Uh, also not it," Soos chimes in.

"Nobody asked you, Soos," Stan deadpans.

"I know, and I'm comfortable with that," Soos replies cheerfully, taking a bite out of a chocolate bar.

Stan turns back to you and the twins. "Well, since one of you was slow, you're doing it." He dumps a stack of signs into your arms. "But you've got a habit of 'getting lost,' so you'll need a companion."

Scanning the room, Stan spots Wendy at the counter. "Wendy! Help Y/n with these signs!"

Without even looking up from her magazine, Wendy replies, "I would, but I... uh... can't... uh... reach them."

Stan mutters under his breath, "I'd fire all of you if I could," before turning to Dipper. "Alright then, let's make it eeny-meeny-miney..." He points at Dipper. "You."

"What?!" Dipper protests. "Grunkle Stan, I always feel like I'm being watched when I'm in those woods." He sneaks a glance at you, lowering his voice. "And Y/n gets weird in the forest."

You shoot Dipper a glare. "Hey! I can hear you, you know..." They ignore you.

Stan gives Dipper an unimpressed look, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Ugh, not this again."

"I'm telling you, something weird is going on in this town. Just today, my mosquito bites spelled out 'beware.'" Dipper rolls up his sleeve to show Stan.

Stan squints at it. "That says 'bewarb.'"

You snicker. "Who knew mosquitoes were bad at spelling?"

Dipper lowers his arm, embarrassed, scratching at the bites. Stan shakes his head. "Look, kid, the whole 'monsters in the forest' thing is just a local legend made up by guys like me to sell merch to guys like that." He nods toward a sweating, grinning customer clutching a handful of merchandise.

"And Y/n's just... a little special. Nothing weird about it." Stan shrugs. "So quit being paranoid."

You huff, handing some of the signs to Dipper. "For the record, I can still hear you."

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Hanging up the signs quickly became boring. Dipper was hammering nails into the trees so that you could hang the signs, he was muttering something about Stan not believing him.

"Could you not?" You snap, "All you do is complain, it'd be nice if you'd talk about something more pleasant for once."

Dipper shot a sharp glare your way. "Like you're any better. All you do is make snide comments and dump your work on everyone else."

You gasp, feigning offense. "When have I ever?"

Dipper's expression turned flat, clearly unimpressed.

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"Who shrunk my sweater!?" Mabel wailed, holding up the now tiny garment. "I told everyone this was special cotton! It needs delicate care!"

You glance up from your magazine. "Pretty sure Soos did it," you answer before returning to your reading.

Dipper stared at you before his eyes flicked to the chore list on the wall, your name plastered next to 'Laundry'.

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"That was one time." You defend yourself.

"No! It wasn't! That was one of multiple times!" Dipper said exasperated, placing down another nail and hammering it.

Clank

Both of you freeze, staring at the tree. Dipper taps the hammer lightly against the trunk again, confirming the odd sound. Lowering the hammer, he examines the tree closer, running his hand over the bark until he finds a small crack.

With a glance at you, he pries open the "tree."

A mechanical box with two switches sat within a hidden compartment. Dipper tests one of the controls, nothing. He flips the other switch, and next to you, a hatch suddenly opens in the ground.

You exchange a wary look with Dipper before cautiously peering inside the hatch. There, nestled within the earth, lay an old, thick book. Dust covered it completely, cobwebs clung to its edges, and millipedes skittered across its surface. The cover bore a gold six-fingered handprint, with the number "3" written on its palm.

You slowly reach for the book in the hatch, somewhat hesitate as a bad feeling sinks into your stomach.

A sharp shock runs through your hand as your fingers graze the surface of the book. The air around you seems to hum with a sudden energy, and a burning sensation spreads across your palm.

Something was drawing you towards the book, something ancient and powerful as if it had been waiting for you. The sensation sharpens, and a rush of images and whispers, flood your conscience.

"-/n! Y/n!!" With a sudden tug, you're pulled away from the book. Dipper, who was now in front of you, was gripping tightly onto your shoulders, a look of genuine worry on his face.

"What was that?" he asks, searching your face for answers. When you don't respond, he turns and reaches into the hatch, carefully pulling out the book.

He places it on the ground and opens it, eyes scanning the pages.

"It's hard to believe it's been six years since I began studying the strange and wondrous secrets of Gravity Falls, Oregon." Dipper flips through the book, each page revealing bizarre creatures and terrifying monsters.

"What is all this?" Dipper whispers in awe. You lean over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of a page that reads "TRUST NO ONE!"

"My worst fears have been confirmed. I'm being watched. I must hide this book before it's found. Remember, In Gravity Falls, you can't trust anyone."

You and Dipper exchange a tense look, a silent pact forming between you both.

"HALLO!!"

You yelp in surprise, falling backward.

Mabel was behind you, leaning over a rotten log. "What'cha reading, some nerdy thing?" she teased, trying to peek at what Dipper was hiding behind his back.

"Uh- uh- it's nothing!" Dipper stammers, shooting you a desperate look.

""Uh, uh, it's nothing!" What? Are you not gonna show me?" Mabel laughs.

Dipper looks at Mabel then the Journal then back at Mabel. "Let's... go somewhere more private."

Mabel raises an eyebrow but simply shrugs. She hops over the log and strides quickly toward you, extending a hand to help you up.

You offer her a grateful smile as you reach for her hand.

"What is that?!" Mabel exclaims, suddenly tightening her grip on your hand as she examines it closely. "When did you get a scar like this?"

Startled, you pull your hand back and stare at your palm, shocked to find a vertical eye seared into your skin.

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"I can't find anything," Dipper mutters, flipping through the pages with a frustrated sigh. "There's nothing about a mysterious vertical eye appearing on someone's palm."

The three of you have ended up in the Mystery Shack's resting room. You're seated beside Mabel, while Dipper paces back and forth, rifling through the Journal's pages.

"But still, this thing is incredible!" Dipper exclaims, holding the Journal open for Mabel to see. "Grunkle Stan thinks I'm just being paranoid, but according to this book, Gravity Falls has a hidden dark side."

You lean forward, a frown tugging at your lips. "Dip, this could be dangerous. That book gives me the creeps." You wave your hand in front of Dipper's face. "And look at what it did to me!"

Dipper bats your hand away, his expression annoyed.

Ding-Dong

"Who's that? More tourists?" you ask, glancing toward the door. Mabel grins at you. "Well, it's time to spill the beans." She playfully pushes over an empty can of beans. "Boop. Beans." Mabel beams, clearly pleased with her joke before continuing, "This girl's got a date! Woot woot!"

You and Dipper exchange incredulous looks. "Wait," you begin, "In the half hour we were gone, you managed to get a date who didn't run away from your... let's say, intense enthusiasm?"

Mabel nods enthusiastically. "What can I say? I guess I'm just irresistible."

Dipper looks like he's about to say something, but you cut him off with a grin. "You know what? You go, girl."

The doorbell rings again, and Mabel jumps up, hurrying to answer it.

Dipper sighs, slipping into the seat Mabel just vacated. "I can't believe I was right," he says with a grin, flipping open the journal. "Do you mind trying to touch it again?"

You hesitate for a moment, then nod. "Alright, but if I get possessed, I'm blaming you." Dipper brushes off your comment and passes the journal to you.

You carefully take it from his hand, bracing yourself for anything.

...

But nothing happens. No surge of energy, no eerie whispers—the journal sits quietly in your hands, completely still.

"What'cha reading there, slick?" Grunkle Stan asked as he walked into the room.

"Oh!" Dipper yelped, quickly shoving the book behind his back and snatching up the nearest magazine. "Just catching up on..." He glanced at the cover in his hand, "Gold Chains for Old Men?" He read aloud, raising an eyebrow.

Stan leans over Dipper's shoulder and grins, "That's a good issue."

"Hey family~" Mabel calls out as she drags some homeless-looking guy with her, "Say hello to my new boyfriend!"

"Ugh- ew-" you blurted out at the sight of the pale, disheveled boy, but quickly stopped when Mabel gave you a look, "Sorry, it was involuntary."

"Sup." The boy says.

"Hey," Dipper responded awkwardly. Stan, still focused on the TV, didn't bother to look at the boy. "How's it hanging?"

You squinted at him, suspicious. "How old are you?" you asked.

The boy hesitated, stumbling over his words. "Uh- um- fifteen?" he answered, uncertain.

"...You're definitely lying-"

"We met at the cemetery!! He's really deep." Mabel quickly interrupts your line of questioning.

Dipper narrows his eyes, suspicion clear in his voice. "So, what's your name?" he asks.

The 'teen' straightens up, a bit tense. "Uh... Normal... MAN!" he blurts out.

A faint warmth begins to radiate from the center of your palm, just enough to make you curl your fingers slightly. Unbeknownst to you, a soft greenish-blue glow flickers beneath your skin.

"He means 'Norman,'" Mabel chimes in, leaning closer to him.

You take another look at Norman. "Right... and is that blood on your cheek, Normalman?" you ask, pointing to the red liquid dripping down his face.

"...It's jam," he replies, a little too quickly.

"...Seriously?"

Mabel gasps, delighted. "I love jam!" She turns back to you and Dipper with a grin. "He's perfect!"

You shake your head. "Mabe, your standards... where are they?"

Norman turns to Mabel, "So, you wanna go hold hands or... whatever?" He asks, Mabel blushes shyly, "Oh, goodness!" she exclaims, casting a quick glance at you and Dipper. "Don't wait up for me!" she calls out, her voice light and excited as she hurries out the door with Norman.

As they disappear, the burning sensation in your palm begins to fade, replaced by a faint, lingering buzz. You lift your hand, studying the vertical eye with a puzzled expression.

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"Of course Stan sticks me with the broom closet for a bedroom," you mutter, shuffling into the cramped space. As soon as you reach the bed, you collapse onto it with a weary sigh. Your gaze drifts to your hand, staring at the vertical eye on it.

"...What are you?"

KNOCK KNOCK

"Y/n!!" You jolt, startled by the sudden noise.

"Mabel'sdatingazombieandshe'sgoingoutonadatewithhimrightnow!!!" Dipper's frantic voice spills through the door in one breathless rush.

You quickly get to your feet and swing the door open. "Woah, woah, slow down, Dip-" You grab his shoulders, worry knotting in your chest. "Explain that again, but slower."

Dipper takes a couple of shaky breaths, but his panic is still written all over his face. "Mabel's dating a zombie, and she's going on a date with him right now!" Without waiting for a response, Dipper turns and dashes off, pulling you along with him.

"Huh!? Wait- how do you know?" you manage to ask as you stumble after him.

"Earlier today, I was following him to gather evidence," Dipper confesses. "When I reviewed the footage, I saw him lose his hand and then reattach it!"

"I knew something was off about that weirdo..." You mutter, following Dipper out of the Mystery Shack. Stan was standing in front of a crowd, showcasing some kind of rock face, which made it virtually impossible to get his attention.

Scanning the area for an alternative, your eyes land on Wendy, casually sitting in a golf cart. "Dip! Look!" you exclaim, pointing toward her. Dipper's eyes widen before he grins at you. "Nice catch, Y/N!"

Rushing over, you quickly approach Wendy, "Wen, Just the gal I need, you don't mind if we steal that cart and possibly wreck it right?"

Wendy looks at you, then at Dipper, then back to you, and shrugs with a lazy grin, tossing you the keys. "Just try not to mow anyone down."

With a smirk, you hand the keys to Dipper. "Let's go save your sister."

You and Dipper jump into the cart, ready to back out of the lot when Soos suddenly appears, blocking your path.

"Dude, it's me, Soos," he says with a grin, handing Dipper a shovel. "This is for the zombies." He then turns to you, passing you a bat. "And this is just in case you come across a piñata."

"Uh... Thanks?"

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"I am seriously regretting giving you those keys" You shout as Dipper drives through the forest like a madman.

"Don't worry Mabel" Dipper shouts loudly, "We'll save you from that zombie!!" He accelerates faster.

"Help!" A shout resonated from off in the distance. You and Dipper gasp,

"Mabel!"

"Mabe!"

Dipper makes a sharp turn off the road, driving through the forest trying to follow the sound of Mabel's voice.

Soon, you both approach some kind of cave, and inside you can see Mabel surrounded by... gnomes?

Dipper slows down, parking once he's in the cave. "What the..." He mutters, "What the heck is going on here!?" he shouts, both confused and extremely underwhelmed.

A gnome runs up to you and hisses, prompting you to kick it.

"Dipper! N/n! Norman turned out to be a bunch of gnomes!" Mabel shouts as she bats away the gnomes crowding her, "And they're total jerks!" One particularly persistent gnome latches onto her hair, making Mable gasp in pain, "Hair- hair- hair-!"

Dipper stares at the chaos, shaking his head in disbelief. "Gnomes... huh, I was way off."

A faint warmth begins to emanate from your palm, similar to before. Glancing down, you gasp seeing the vertical eye glowing with a soft greenish-blue light.

"Hey! Let go of my sister!" Dipper yelled at the brown-haired gnome.

The brown haired gnome spins around, offering Dipper a sheepish grin. "Oh! Uh, hey there," he stammers with a nervous chuckle. "This is just a big misunderstanding, really. Your sister's perfectly safe. She's just, you know, marrying all thousand of us to become our gnome queen for eternity!" He turns back to Mabel with a smirk. "Right, sweetheart?"

Mabel, now tied down, glares daggers at the gnomes. "You guys are butt-faces!" she yelled before one of them hastily muffled her.

You step up beside Dipper, and kneel down to the gnome's height, trying to ignore the faint warmth spreading in your palm. "Listen here, Normal-man," you mock, voice steady, "if you and your creepy little friends don't let Mabel go, I'm going to recreate that gnome scene from the 2015 Goosebumps movie." You give your bat a subtle lift, just enough to make your point clear.

The gnome glares at you. "You think you can stop us? You have no idea what we're capable of. The gnomes are a powerful race! Do not trifle with the-"

You nudge him off the rock with your bat.

Dipper wastes no time, stepping forward to cut the string holding Mabel down with his shovel. Mabel flashes him a grateful smile before kicking the gnomes away and rushing toward the golf cart.

Dipper grabs your hand, pulling you along. For a brief moment, he hesitates, noticing the glow in your palm. You can almost hear the questions forming in his mind, but the urgency of the situation forces him to push them aside.

Once in the cart, Dipper quickly starts it up and speeds away. Faintly, you hear Jeff yelling behind you.

As the three of you exit the cave, Dipper eases up on the speed, his tension fading.

"Hurry, before they come after us!" Mabel urges, prompting Dipper to chuckle. "I wouldn't worry. Did you see their legs? Those suckers are tiny!"

You frown. "I'm with Mabe on this one, Dip. That was way too easy."

Dipper rolls his eyes. "And you called me paranoid-"

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

"...I blame Dip. He jinxed us."

A giant gnome monster, made up of smaller gnomes, looms behind the golf cart, chasing you.

"Move, move!" Mabel shouts at Dipper. He stumbles but quickly picks up speed. Glancing back, you see the creature's shadow growing larger.

"Dip!" you yell. "It's gaining on us!"

"I know! This thing won't go any faster, Y/N!" Dipper shouts back.

"Uhh, guys," Mabel says, peeking her head out of the cart. "It's getting closer!" Her voice is panicked.

"We know!" you and Dipper yell in unison.

The monster swings its massive arms, hurling small gnomes through the air toward your cart. Two gnomes land beside you, and out of reflex, you smack the one on your left, knocking it out cold.

The gnome on your right hisses, ready to pounce, but you swiftly grab the unconscious gnome and toss it at the other, sending both tumbling out of the cart.

Another gnome crashes onto the hood and springs at Dipper, latching onto his face with a tight grip.

You lunge forward, reaching over the seat to help the boy. The moment your hand touches the gnome, a greenish-blue light flares from your palm. The gnome yelps in pain, releasing Dipper and snatching his hat away in the process.

Mabel gasps, turning to you with a bright smile. "How'd you do that?" she asks. You stare at your hand, bewildered. "I... I don't know..."

Before either Mabel or Dipper can ask more, a tree crashes down in front of the cart. "Watch out!" you shout as Dipper swerves to avoid it. He manages to steer clear, but the sharp turn tips the cart over, sending all of you tumbling.

Groaning, you crawl out of the wrecked vehicle. "Called... it..." you mumble, slowly getting to your feet.

The ground trembles as the giant gnome monster approaches, each of its thundering steps echoing through the forest.

"Stay back, man!" Dipper shouts, grabbing a shovel and hurling it at the monster. The creature swats it away effortlessly.

The twins cling to each other in terror. You step in front of them, instinctively trying to shield them from the looming threat.

With every step the monster takes, you and the twins retreat, until you're backed against a wall.

"It's the end of the line, kids!" Jeff yells from atop the monster. "Mabel, marry us before we do something crazy!"

"Shoot..." you mutter, glancing at Mabel. "There's gotta be a way out of this..."

Mabel's gaze locks onto the monster as she carefully considers her next move. Slowly, she steps past you and Dipper, her expression firm. "I gotta do it," she says, her voice steady.

"Mabel, don't!" Dipper grabs her arm, fear evident in his eyes. "Are you crazy!?"

She doesn't waver. "Trust me," she whispers.

Dipper hesitates, about to protest, but you place a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Dip," you murmur. "Trust her, just this once."

After a tense moment, Dipper sighs in frustration, then steps back.

Mabel offers you a grateful smile before turning to face the monster. "All right, Jeff. I'll marry you."

"Hot dog!" Jeff cheers, scrambling down the monster's side. "Help me down there, Jason! Thanks, Andy! Left foot, there we go... watch those fingers, Mike."

Jeff approaches Mabel, holding out a diamond ring with a smug grin. "Ehh? Ehh?" he says, gesturing to the jewels. Mabel kneels down, letting him slip the ring onto her finger.

"Bada-bing, bada-bam!" Jeff dances with glee. "Now that's how you get a wife! Let's head back to the forest, honey!"

Mabel admires the ring. "You may now kiss the bride," she declares.

Jeff smirks, leaning in for the kiss. "Well, don't mind if I do."

As Jeff moves closer, Mabel leans back and flicks on the leaf blower behind her, aiming it straight at him. The suction pulls him in with a whoosh.

"That's for lying to me!" Mabel shouts, cranking up the power. "And this is for breaking my heart!"

Jeff flails helplessly, yelping in pain.

You and Dipper approach, both thoroughly impressed by her quick thinking. Mabel glances over her shoulder, a sly smile forming on her lips. "And this... is for messing with my brother and my best friend."

She lifts the leaf blower and points it at the monster. "Want to do the honors, Dipper?"

Dipper grins widely. "On three."

"One, two, three!"

They launch Jeff out of the leaf blower, sending him crashing into the giant monster, scattering it in pieces.

With their leader gone, the gnomes scramble in confusion. You grab a rake leaning against the Shack and start herding the gnomes back into the forest.

Once you were sure they were all gone, you turned back and started heading in towards the Shack, Mabel had gone inside after talking with Dipper, leaving just the two of you.

"Oh- Um, Y/n!" " Dipper called out just before you reached the door, making you turn to face him. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I just wanted to, uh, clear the air?"

He hesitated, glancing at you to gauge your reaction. "Since we've been stuck here, it kinda felt like we were at odds," he admitted. "But with everything that's happened - the journal and all - I figured we should..." His voice trailed off.

"But especially after today," his tone grew firmer, "you helped me when you didn't have to. If it wasn't for you, I don't know if I would've been able to get to Mabel..."

You smiled. "I get it, Dip, no need to get all mushy." He flushed, groaning a little in embarrassment. "But, honestly, you proved me wrong. You're a lot braver than you give yourself credit for."

Dipper stared at you for a moment, then smiled. "Thanks, Y/n. That... means a lot."

A comfortable silence settled between you just as Mabel popped back outside. "Come on, guys! Grunkle Stan has a present for us!"

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You admire your new ring, a simple silver band etched with intricate Celtic designs. Inside, the name 𝕌ℝ𝕎𝕍𝕆ℝℍ is engraved, the letters catching the light as you turn it between your fingers.

A knock on the door pulls your attention from the ring. Shuffling around the tight space, you make it to the door and carefully open it.

"Dipper?" you ask, seeing the boy.

He nods, clutching the journal under one arm, a pen in his other hand. "Yeah, I wanted to talk about your... strange mark." You step aside, allowing him to enter, and the two of you settle on the bed.

"This started when you touched the journal?" Dipper asks, glancing at your hand. "Can you feel anything from the mark?"

You nod slowly. "Yeah, there's this constant faint buzzing sensation, and sometimes it gets really warm." Dipper jots something down in the journal, his brow furrowed.

"And do you know what triggers the warmth?"

You pause, thinking back. "It happened when Normalman first appeared - my palm started aching. And then again when we were near the gnomes."

Dipper murmurs to himself, deep in thought. "But why now? Was it the journal that set it off? Could you be some kind of psychic?" He clicks his pen repeatedly, lost in thought.

"Maybe... you have a knack for sensing the supernatural," he suggests, his voice trailing off.

You glance out the window, noticing the sun had long set, "Let's discuss this more tomorrow ok?" You suggest, "It's been a long day Dip, you should get some sleep."

Dipper frowns, trying to protest. "But-"

Before he can finish, you start nudging him toward the door. "Nope, not until I get my beauty rest," you say with a playful grin.

Despite his reluctance, you manage to push him out of the room and shut the door behind him.

"He worries too much," you mutter with a smile. With a yawn and a stretch, you make your way to your bed, sinking into the comforting embrace of the covers. As your eyes grow heavy, you're unaware of the soft glow beginning to emanate from your palm.

. . .

When you open your eyes, you find yourself standing in an empty field. The sky is a strange, burnt-orange hue, and to your surprise, you spot not one, but two suns hanging low on the horizon.

"Where... where am I?" you murmur, spinning around to take in your surroundings. Far off in the distance, you notice a figure, their entire body obscured by layers of clothing.

With nothing else to guide you, you approach the figure cautiously. "Hello?" you call out, the sound of your voice echoing slightly in the eerie stillness.

The figure jolts, turning abruptly to face you. A scarf and goggles hide their expression, but their posture is tense. "You!" he shouts, his voice sharp. "How did you get here? Who are you?"

You hesitate, glancing around once more before offering a helpless shrug. "I don't know. I just went to bed and woke up here."

He studies you closely, his gaze unnerving. After a moment, he reaches out toward you, his hand passing through your form. You blink in surprise.

"Fascinating," he mutters to himself, stepping back to examine you more. "Somehow, through your dreams, you've crossed into this place."

A strange sensation begins to ripple through you, like a tug from deep within. The man's eyes widen in alarm. "You're waking up," he whispers, almost in awe.

You glance down at yourself, watching in disbelief as your body starts to fade, the colors draining like watercolors bleeding into the paper.

"Wait!" the man calls out, suddenly frantic. "There's so much more I need to-"

But before he can finish, everything blurs, and the dream collapses in on itself.

. . .

Your eyes snap open, the soft light of morning filtering through your window. The room is still, the quiet only broken by your racing heartbeat. You lift your hand, the glow slowly fading once more.

You exhale deeply, trying to shake off the lingering sense of unease, wondering what it all could mean.

A/N: Wooo Gravity fall's fandom is making a comeback!! This is an old - old rewrite of a fanfic I made on google docs as a kid. Now that I can write, I figured why not revise the old thing?

#dipper x reader #gravity falls dipper #dipper pines #mabel pines #gravity falls #stanford pines #grunkle stan #stanley pines #gideon gleeful #pacific northwest #wendy testaburger #gravity falls soos #waddles the pig

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Femme Fatale Guide: My Fall Wardrobe Essentials

Pima cotton long-sleeve tees (I like the Supima ones from Everlane for every day)

Contour body suits (I like the Express Bodycon Compression line and Spanx bodysuits in vegan leather/silk)

Silk button downs

Structured cotton button-down

Cashmere sweaters (crewneck, turtleneck, polo neck, etc. – Everlane, Nadaam, and Cuyana are great affordable options)

Zippered knitwear (I like options from Pixie Market, Naadam, COS, Ganni, Helmut Lang, Nanushka, and more)

Black high-waisted tailored trousers (bootcut, flared, and straight leg)

Black high-waisted jeans (straight and bootcut for me!)

Elevated stretch pants (I like the Norma Kamali Boot Pant and Spanx Perfect Pant for this)

Cashmere trouser

Cashmere hoodie

Thick, well-structured black sweatshirt

High-waisted straight-leg leather pants

Long-sleeve black sweater dress

Maxi-length black satin slip dress

Leather/quilted/tweed mini skirt

Long knit skirt (love a co-ord top for this, too)

Perfectly-tailored longline, single-breasted black blazer

Tailored hourglass blazer

Leather blazer

Classic leather moto jacket

Cropped patent leather jacket

Lightweight wool/satin duster coat

Black cotton trench/leather trench coat

Black tweed jacket with elevated hardware

Structured black wool coat

Leather puff jacket

Minimalist white sneakers

Black block-heeled, sleek square-toed/pointy-toe boots

Modern black loafers

Croc-embossed black boot

Black moto/lace-up boot or minimalist platform boot

Stiletto heel, pointy toe black boot (one short and one knee high length to dress up any outfit)

Western-inspired boot

Sleek and sexy black pumps

Structured black tote/shoulder bag

Structured crossbody bag

Small shoulder bag

Novelty/fun top handle bag (beaded, croc-embossed, crystal-embellishments, etc.)

Seamless bras/underwear

Control-top black tights (sheer and opaque)

Comfortable white and black ankle/crew socks

A cashmere, silk, or faux fur everyday scarf

Fingerless gloves

Chunky chain necklaces/bracelets

Delicate gold and silver chains (necklaces and bracelets)

Mixed-metal rings

Diamond-encrusted & cocktail rings

Ear cuffs and threader earrings

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Cashmere or silk loungewear/pajamas

A lace teddy

Cozy slippers

#wardrobe staples #capsule wardrobe #fall wardrobe #fall outfits #personal branding #style tips #style inspiration #black outfit #outfit inspiration #wardrobe design #style inspo #fashion advice #dark femininity #dark feminine energy #femme fatale #brand personality #fashion blog #femmefatalevibe

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apoptoses · 10 months ago

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It is #Molloy Monday and I am here to remind you that Daniel is featured most from 1975-1985 aka the Sluttiest Era of Modern Male Fashion.

Coming in HOT we have the cut off short shorts and cropped t-shirt or mostly unbuttoned button down combo. Daniel visited some warm climates during the chase years so I invite you to picture him in the tiniest ripped jean shorts sweating over whether or not that auburn haired lady down the street is actually Armand!!

Or going into the 80s sometimes the tops were REALLY cropped and exposed midrift and back!! Like just picture Daniel fucking around on Night Island in this, wow wow!!

But even when the pants were long the t-shirts were TIGHT, maximum pec definition through the shirt was a must.

If he didn't wanna show that much skin? That was fine because turtlenecks where IN baby!! These are basically vampire lingerie imo, covering up the most succulent part of the neck but still leaving a hint exposed below the jaw?? Armand had to have been dying of thirst!!!

(Also when it says Armand came to pick Daniel up from jail in a lawyer's tweed suit? He wasn't wearing no modern cut, he'd have been rocking the big lapels because this was the 70s tyvm)

Also important to note was that the 70s were the era of glam rock and androgyny, so picking a silky button down that looks like a women's blouse? Totally okay for men, very in style so long as you leave the top buttons undone to expose maximum chest.

Btw velour? Was IN. This is the 1979 equivalent of a juicy couture tracksuit which Armand could have snuggled right into while they were living in London.

And while the 80s sees the rise of a looser fit, that doesn't mean the crop top died or that people weren't still rocking a more form fitted jean when they were feeling casual.

This photo is from NYC in 1983 and shows that tight t-shirts and short shorts were still very much alive, just styled a bit differently! A tight top and looser straight leg jeans, or short bottom and a flowy open top took the place of all fitted looks.

Or that the mostly unbuttoned button down went away- if anything in the 80s the buttons went even LOWER and more revealing. Paired with a boxy linen suit this is essential 80s Miami aka Night Island looks.

and yeah that's spader, leave me alone, he's peak 80s here

This sweater is loose but it's got the deep V neck and a sheer knit, perfect for the beach!!

And yeah this is Sapder AGAIN but note the half open shirt, leather jacket, and jeans that get tighter near the ankle!! Classic 80s, baggy but still sexy, A+.

I SWEAR this is the last time I'm gonna use and abuse him but peep the muscle tank with the DIY cut edges on the arm holes! V neck! 80s!!!

Basically the takeaway here is that if you're putting them in the 80s and having them rock something baggy and double denim, the look still featured a tight waistline and rolled sleeves or rolled ankles to tighten the jeans. It wasn't just baggy all over!!

Here's some random images from the entire era to finish off:

So next time you're working on fic or art instead of just tossing Daniel into a regular old t-shirt and jeans consider doing some slutty 70s and 80s looks instead 😌

#daniel molloy #vampire chronicles #devil's minion #armand/daniel #vc shitpost #oops another spader adjacent post NOT SORRY ABOUT IT #he has so many early 80s movies they're easy to harvest from okay #and he's got the ash blond hair and beseeching look down #ANYWAYS i demand more daniel in short shorts art and fic tyvm #vc headcanons #apoptoses originals

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looney-mooney-studio · 5 months ago

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Linda Flynn Fletcher/Linda Cipher throughout the years! Full image ID under the cut cuz there’s a lot of text to transcribe lol

New Astrophysicist: Eager to start her new career! Wants to prove herself after Lindana’s legacy. Craves fame on her own terms. Willing to do WHATEVER it takes! Silver jewelry. Silver star shaped earrings. Purple headband. Colorful striped shirt. Purple choker necklace. White Labcoat. Bell bottom blue jeans. Shoulder length red hair.

Dating Bill: more confident in self and career. Starts dressing more professionally, without sacrificing personal sense of style. Starts wearing gold jewelry. Yellow button up shirt. Gold triangular earrings. Yellow headband. Black choker necklace. Blue jeans. White lab coat.

Possessed by Bill: PARTY GIRL! Colleagues just think this is what she’s like when she’s drunk. Acts kinda slutty? MESSY HAIR (Bill’s not used to vessels with so much hair, so he keeps messing with it.) lineart different - more Gravity Falls style than Dwampyverse style. Doesn’t know how to wear a shirt. Lost a shoe - Linda will have to find it later. Mostly same as last design, but without the labcoat.

Pregnant: hair grows faster during pregnancy. Shows off her belly! Patches clothes - Bill starts breaking things, but she blames their body’s hormones. Design is same for both pregnancies because she just reuses her old pregnancy clothes. Same “dating bill” design, but with longer hair, a crop top, and a green patch on her blue jeans. Gold wedding ring.

Full Bill Cultist: Dresses more and more like Ford. Invests in hippy stuff. More obvious about being with Bill. Colleagues think she’s starting to go a little bit nuts, but can’t argue with her results. Red turtleneck. Tan jacket. Shoulder pads. Black slacks. Brown sneakers. Gold triangle earrings. Gold headband. Gold beaded necklace with a big triangular bill cipher charm. Gold wedding ring.

Post Breakup: doesn’t take care of self. Ironically looks more like if Bill were possessing her. Still wears yellow, but it’s washed-out. Her relationship with Bill is broken, but still fresh. Tired, trying not to sleep a whole lot. Caffeine addict. Messy hair. Green headband. Green flannel jacket. Yellow t-shirt. Tan cargo pants. Green sneakers. TIRED.

Dating Lawrence: letting herself be a little bit cringe. Having fun! Reminding herself of things she enjoys outside of what she did with Bill, like music and fiber arts. No yellow OR red. She’s being DIFFERENT for a little while. Pony tail. Black scrunchy. Teal sweater dress. White belt.black leggings. Purple leg warmers. Black sneakers. Clunky upside down teal teardrop earrings.

Now: wears yellow again, but on her OWN terms now. Isn’t afraid anymore. Trying out new things! Opted out of rings with Lawrence. They have antique lockets instead. Whole family has them, including a custom-made locket for Perry. Takes a lot of classes. Content to be a stay-at-home mom with a lot of hobbies. Her career isn’t important to her anymore, she doesn’t even have one. She’s FREE. White short sleeved button up shirt. Yellow sweater vest. Green khakis. Yellow orthopedic shoes. Peach colored headband. Teal pearl earrings.

#gravity falls #phineas and ferb #linda flynn fletcher #linda cipher au #artists on tumblr #looney mooney rants #mooneyart #looney mooney art #fanart #character design

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beansprean · 1 year ago

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I adore Derek’s new gothpunk e-boy aesthetic and am sprinkling my own weeb hc on top!! I love him 😍

(Feel free to use his nakey self if you want to draw other fits on him, just don’t erase the watermark!)

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Full body of Derek smiling nervously, left hand at his side and the other held up like ‘nya’. He is wearing a black studded collar, a scoop neck black shirt with crying anime eyes, bleach stained light jeans cuffed over black combat boots, and a puffy camouflage jacket with a hood. He also has fingerless gloves and several chains attached to o rings looped around his belt.

2. Repeat. Derek is wearing a dark blue long sleeves shirt with thumb holes, frayed hems, and elbow patches under a tattered white tee shirt with horizontal rips that says "blood lust rave" in dripping black font. Beneath are black jeans with a studded belt and red suspenders hanging tucked into knee high burgundy leather combat boots. He has on several gold and silver rings, a tattoo choker, a studded collar, a long necklace with a few rings, and a dark red beanie.

3. Repeat. Derek is wearing a black and white striped long sleeve turtleneck under a black Otoboke Beaver tee shirt and loose black jeans tucked into white platform boots. He has several silver rings a silver chain around his neck, and another looped through several o rings around his belt.

4. Repeat. Derek is wearing a loose dark red striped sweater with a rip at the neckline affixed with safety pins, dark wash skinny jeans with multiple rips down the thighs and knees over fishnet tights, and checkered high top sneakers. He has dogtags, a pentagram necklace, and a studded collar around his neck and multiple chains, padlocks, and handcuffs hanging from his belt with o rings.

5. Repeat. Derek is wearing a dark loose sweater with thumb holes, a ripped off collar connected with safety pins, and fishnet material from the waist down. It's tucked into loose black skater pants with dangling hooks and suspenders and an askew studded belt, unzipped at the calf to show red material underneath. Black converse peek out beneath the flared cuffs.

6. Repeat. Derek is wearing a white collared shirt under a black tee shirt that says “vampire weekday” in slashy red font and black jeans with red splatter on the knees tucked into red ankle boots. He has on several rings, a few chains and a padlock around his neck, and a studded belt.

7. Repeat. Derek is wearing a short sleeve dark grey button up with a white scallop pattern and rolled sleeves, unbuttoned past his sternum to show off the gold pendant around his neck. The shirt is tucked into dark wash jeans with a snakeskin belt, cuffs rolled to mid calf, a few inches above shiny burgundy ankle boots.

8. Repeat. Derek is wearing a pale lavender turtleneck with black fishnet sleeves that hook around his fingers like gloves tucked into black skinny jeans with a studded belt. He has a thick black studded collar with an o ring and a matching harness strapped across his chest, the center o ring attached to a leash he holds in his left hand. He has several chains attached to o rings at his belt and his jeans are tucked into huge black gothic platform boots with several straps.

9. Repeat. Derek is wearing an oversized black hoodie over distressed and ripped up jeans and scuffed brown hiking boots with the laces double wrapped around his ankles. His hoodie has some red lacing down the arms and at the cuffs, and at the center is a red square with a crying anime girl rendered in black with white lineart. Red text in Japanese on either side reads "lonely vampire"

10. Repeat. Derek is wearing black briefs. /End ID

#wwdits #derek wwdits #paper doll #goth fashion #punk fashion #eboy fashion #shadowsart #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx #my art #fanart #image described

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velocesainz · 4 months ago

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𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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Hello lovelies! Welcome to my boutique you can make your purchase of the items that are under the cut (You can always add your own prompts). I write romance, dark, angst and smut so feel free to let me know which genre you want to see me write. I also write poly!relationships and really love it. Feel free to send me a message to talk about anything, I'm always here to listen. I write for the following fandoms.

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𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔: ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚

Bathrobe: You're literally perfect

Bikini: Sexy, sexy little slut

Blazer: Can you feel how how much you turn me on

Blouse: I wish I never met you

Bomber jacket: How could you say that

Cardigan: I could do this all day, all night

Cargo pants: You're not telling anyone what happens here

Crop top: I'll make tonight special

Corset: Oh you don't think it'll fit? Nice try but i will make it fit

Denim jeans: Your ass looks extra nice today

Flowy skirt: I wonder how your father would feel if he knew what was going on between us.

Graphic tee: Will you marry me?

Halter top: I will love you till the day I die

Hoodie: I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't tell you

Jacket: You're the best thing that has ever happened to me

Jumpsuit: Swallow it. I should not see even a drop and that pretty tongue of yours

Maxi skirt: I'm drunk ok, so what?

Mesh top: Why do you care so much

Midi skirt: How can you show off so much of your body like that? Your body is mine and only I get the see it and touch it

Leggings: How did I get so lucky

Off-shoulder top: Wait till we get home

Overalls: If you were a good little whore for me you wouldn't have to face this

Pencil skirt: You're so fucking stupid

Polo: I frankly don't give a fuck

Puff sleeve: That's sucka good fucking girl

Romper: You are going to regret what you just did

Shirt: Your moans are my favourite sound

Shorts: I'm not responsible for anything that happens after this

Sweater: It's time to put that mouth to good use

Sweatpants: You make my head spin

Tank top: I can't get enough of you

Trench coat: You really think you can escape from me

Tube top: You squeeze me so well

Tunic: Jealous? So what if I am jealous

Turtleneck: I'm going to mark you up so everyone knows you're mine

V-neck sweater: You are so hot it makes me hard just looking at you

Custom-wear: Any particular prompt phrase

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Bracelet: Forbidden love

Earring: Soulmates

Necklace: Fake dating

Barrette: Bet

Scarf: Friends to lovers

Sunglasses: Arranged marriage

Watch: Strangers to lovers

Sun hat: Enemies to lovers

Baseball cap: Love triangle

Scrunchie: Unrequited

Headband: Secret relationship

Beret: Friends with benefits

Gloves: Rough sex

Cufflinks: Jealousy

Brooch: Soft sex

Bandana: Breeding

Belt: Spanking

Tie: Choking

Ear cuffs: Possessive/ obsessive

Clutch: Punishment

Shawl: Filming

Leg warmer: Degradation

Sashes: Drunk sex

Fedora: High sex

Beanie: Public sex/ semi-public

Face mask: insecure reader

Bucket hat: Mirror sex

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dollieomens · 8 months ago

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So...this ain't fluff but hear me out:

Massage Therapist!Noah who gives you a full body massage and ends up finger fucking you and railing you into oblivion afterwards until both your brain and body melted 🥴🥴🥴🥴

JESUS CHRIST GET BACK HERE ANON

(i got rly carried away with this. nsfw bellow the cut 😭)

cuz yeah !! okay i cant do this

nvm jm back.

cuz he has really nice hands, right? you can’t help but stare at them for a little too long when he’s running his hands up your thighs or massaging the muscles in your shoulders. and he take notice to this.

he noticed looonnggg ago, a few months actually- he’s a TEAAAAASSEEEEEEE. like like like purposely lingering on your waist a little too long, or squeezing your thighs a little when you’re in a session. he knows it makes you squirm and he loves seeing you squirm. so one day when he’s wearing a specific turtleneck sweater and has the sleeves rolled up on his forearms, you suddenly feel very hot under your clothes.

half way during him massaging your legs and you talking about your day, you notice his hands reaching a little higher up your thighs, and then they’re at your inner thighs, squeezing and kneading at the plush flesh there. it’s distracting, you keep trailing off or completely forgetting what you were saying cuz you were too busy looking at his hands and how his cheek is pressed against your knee.

then his fingers run underneath your jean shorts and he keeps squeezing so softly, and when you just. stop talking. he looks up at you like he doesn’t know what he’s doing (he knows.) and is giving you the most innocent eyes ever. “you okay sweetheart?” as his fingers are literally tugging on your shorts and fishnets.

he’s suddenly rising up and hovering over you, dipping his fingers under the fabric and rubbing at your clit. you’re already crumbling under him, gripping his shoulders and whimpering into his neck. and before you know it he has 3 fingers buried in your cunt. you’re whimpering and moaning and grinding down onto his hand, his other holding your face and kissing you so deeply.

he made you cum twice on his fingers cuz he’s evil and wants you pliant and dumb and docile and mindless. then he’s so so gently tugging down your shorts and tossing then next to your bag, then your fishnets and pretty lace panties come next. he’s rubbing at your thighs again and leaving love bites all over them, you barely realize he’s buried his face in your cunt cuz you’re already so dazed. he’s moaning into you and gripping your hips, groaning when you tug at his hair and grind on his face. the glasses he wore were somehow still sitting on his face perfectly fine-

and when you cum again? he happily scoops it all up and sucks it off his fingers, literally moaning at your taste and praising you for doing so well for him, he’s so sweet :(((

he’s kissing you so softly now, cradling the back of your head and unbuckling his belt, then tugging on the waistband of his pants. you were already sat on the couch in his office, so he laid you back and you nearly drooled at his size. he let out a little laugh and suddenly his hands were at your waist and he was pushing himself inside so slowly. you were already in another plane of existence, and being so full of him added to that? darling you’re gone.

he’s leaning over you and cradling your face in his hands, checking in and making sure you’re okay. sweet boy :((((((

“yeah? feels good sweetheart?”

“shh, i know baby, i know. its so much, isnt it?”

“hng- ‘s big-“ “you can take it pup.”

“doing so good for me, sucha good girl.”

and before you know it, he’s got you folded in half and fucking you like he’ll never be able to again. (this happens at least one a week afterwards.) you’re too fucked out and dazed to realize you’re drooling and being so loud until his hand is clamping down on your mouth and he’s murmuring against your ear.

“gotta be quiet baby, can’t let everyone hear how good you take my dick, hm?”

“cock feels that good baby? yeah?”

okay ill shut yhe fuck up now-

#someone take away my phone #nowah #noah sebastian smut

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unabashegirl · 27 days ago

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Different 16 — college hs

Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.

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The music was so excessively loud that it made their hearts feel like they were about to burst out of their chest. People were a bit cramped up, especially around the entrance of the house. The living room doors were completely open exposing a giant backyard with a bonfire to keep everyone warm and cozy since the temperature was starting to get below zero. There was also a vast amount of people attending the party. Even the host didn’t comprehend how it had gotten to that magnitude.

Y/N decided to wear something very laid back after the day that the couple had. After Harry’s bath, they decided to take a quick nap. The whole situation had drained too much energy from each of them. And it wasn’t until James called around seven that they woke up. He asked them to come and invite Sarah. Y/N wore a black, turtleneck, with long sleeves sweater, blue jeans, and some heeled boots. She added a few accessories and ended up looking just as nice as she would’ve looked with a dress. Harry threw on some jeans and a T-shirt and a hoodie for the chilly weather.

James was already at the party when they arrived. He was so thankful that they had arrived. Sebastian had brought a girl and was out sitting by the fire with her, and James didn’t want to interrupt so he decided to stay in the house. He looked like a loner standing close to the drinks table. A bunch of girls had come up to him to flirt with him, but he really wasn’t in the mood. He didn’t want to take anyone home. He just wanted to enjoy his friends.

Y/N and Harry decided to Uber to the house since she knew that James had probably taken the car and he could take them back after the party. She held tightly to his hand as they walked through the crowd of people. She led them while he just trailed closely behind her. People stared at them as the couple made their way down the main entrance of the house and into the spacious living room where the rest were dancing and chatting.

They whispered and people shared stares as they spotted the couple making their way through. Most of the girls found Harry cute while the boys still couldn’t understand why Y/N had left Brian for him. After all, everyone knew how rich and powerful his family was.

His mom was even part of the trustee board at the university. She could easily flick her fingers and make you get expelled. Mrs. Hill also knew everyone in Chicago at least everyone who was worth knowing. She was a socialite. She also knew how much power and control she had over everything which made her much scarier, but she loved Y/N. She had been so happy when Brian had brought her for family dinner. She was exactly the type of girl that she wanted for his son. She was poised, elegant, intelligent, well-mannered, and confident. Unfortunately, since they had separated, Brian had begun to bring random girls to meet her and Mrs. Hill had hated every single one of them. None of them were good enough for her boy.

“Thank god” James's eyes landed on Y/N and Harry. “What took you so long?” She lived relatively close to the house where the party was taking place in. Y/N had been too preoccupied with Harry. Her bed was comfortable, and his arms were too warm for her to have the strength to get up. She did eventually when he had convinced her.

“Y/N didn’t want to leave the house” Harry threw her under the bus. She snorted and slightly pushed him with the side of her body.

“Makes sense. She’s always been the lazy one” James continued to joke knowing how annoyed Y/N got when people gang up on her.

“I know. She never wants to do anything lately.”

“It doesn’t surprise me, man. She is always falling asleep in class and in between periods” Harry chuckled and shook his head at his girlfriend.

“Okay! Enough” Harry and James laughed at her as she pulled away from Harry, pretending to be offended. Harry just wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her back against his chest. He then planted a big sloppy kiss against her cheek. She couldn’t remain angry at him. “Where is Sebastian?”

“Outside. He brought some girl” James took a sip out of his drink and pointed to his hooded friend, who sat beside some girl.

“Who is she?” Y/N squinted, and she tried to get a better look at her, but without her glasses it was pointless. “I am so blind” James laughed while Harry continued to hold her.

“I don’t know. She is from Northwestern or something” Y/N nodded and shifted her attention to the people surrounding them. “Where is Sarah?”

“She is coming. That reminds me” Harry reached back and slip his phone out of his back pocket so he could text her that they were already at the party. Sarah was still home. She refused to arrive earlier than Harry and Y/N. She left the house as soon as she received Harry’s text.

“Are you guys drinking tonight or something?” Y/N instantly shook her head at James.

“Not me” She mumbled and both boys comprehended. Alcohol had become a big no for her after that night. It always led to bad decisions and poor judgment. “Babe?” At the same time, she didn’t want to restrict Harry from doing something completely normal at college parties. She wanted him to enjoy himself and if drinking was the way for him to take the edge off. She would just stand back and take care of him.

“No. I am fine. I don’t like to drink” James smiled at Harry; he was glad that he didn’t have to worry about Harry getting too drunk just like Brian had done that day. James was happy that he could trust Harry with his best friend. “Looking for your girlfriend?” Harry asked as he noticed how James scanned the living room as if he was looking for someone.

“No. What makes you think that?” Y/N giggled and leaned back against Harry’s touch.

“I don’t know. I was just curious” Harry shrugged not wanting to reveal the reason he had asked. He didn’t want to embarrass him. Harry’s fingers poked Y/N’s sides. “What are you giggling about, huh?”

“He is in love with Charlotte” Y/N giggled as pushed Harry’s fingers off her sides. She was extremely ticklish.

“Shut the fuck up! I am not!” James exclaimed while he smiled.

“Yes, you do! I’ve seen you watching her!”

“Who is Charlotte?” James shook his head at Y/N with pleading eyes.

“It’s this girl in our French class” Charlotte had transferred during their sophomore year. She was from Australia and her father had opened a brand-new branch of his company in Chicago.

“Is she pretty?” Harry asked as he looked around the room. Y/N giggled and turned around as her eyes scanned the room.

“Do you see the blonde talking to that girl?” Harry nodded as his eyes spotted the two girls leaning against the wall, on the opposite side of the living room. They both had drinks and seemed to be having fun. “That girl is Charlotte.”

“She is cute,” Harry said after a few minutes. “Why don’t you go up to her and ask her out or something?”

“James says that Charlotte intimidates him” Y/N revealed then rolled her eyes at his best friend. “She is on my soccer team, and she is so sweet and kind.”

“Then why can’t you talk to her?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what’s that about” James had tried multiple times to approach her, but every single time he would turn back around.

“I’ve told you a thousand times that I could ask her for you, and you still refuse” Y/N had asked Charlotte what she thought of James, and she had found him attractive, but too quiet. Something that wasn’t true, but she believed based on his reactions when she approached him.

“That is some middle school shit, Y/N” Harry chuckled, then shook his head at his girlfriend's friend. It was now Y/N’s turn to hold Harry, so she wrapped her arms around his torso.

“Fine. Then don’t complain about being lonely and how girls only want to sleep with you!”

“But they do! They are all so selfish. They only want me for my pipi” The couple laughed while they swayed side to side with the music.

“Hey” Sarah called out as she approached her friends. James smiled and pulled her into a hug. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing! Can’t I hug my new friend?” James pouted when Sarah detached herself from him so she could greet her other two friends. James disappeared into the kitchen to pour a drink for Sarah.

“Are we still on for tomorrow?” Y/N asked Sarah, she nodded with a big smile.

“What’s happening tomorrow?”

“Y/N and I are working out” Sarah had texted Y/N, earlier in the week to ask her for some help. She wanted to sweat off. She knew that Y/N was the best person to go with after seeing how she consistently worked out. “Only if I don’t wake up with a hangover” She added after James had come back with her drink.

“What are you doing here?” Brian startled the group of friends. He had seen the couple since the moment that they had entered the house. He hadn’t approached earlier because his friends had held him back. His friends were getting tired of hearing him complain about Y/N and her new boyfriend. He was obsessed with breaking them up.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s a fucking party” James responded on behalf of everyone. He was starting to think that he needed to beat the crap out of him once again for him to finally get his point across.

“Neither of them belong here.”

“Have you seen how many people are here? She doesn’t even go to the university” Y/N pointed out to the girl that was attached to his side. “What’s your excuse?”

“Don’t talk to me, whore” Brian hated that she was defending Harry, especially since they were both holding each other.

“Don’t talk to her like that” He had insulted her, and Harry wouldn’t allow that. If he had to fight him just like had done with Ezra, he would. Brian chuckled and clapped at Harry trying to ridicule him.

“So, he speaks!” Brian chuckled and shook his head, “I’ll say whatever the fuck I want to. She is nothing but a whore” Harry unwrapped his arms from Y/N as he began feeling his blood starting to boil. James placed his drink on a small table beside him before he stepped up too.

“You are just saying that because she doesn’t put up with your shit anymore and she actually has a voice” Brian chuckled and threw his drink on the floor making the beer splash everywhere, but the boys were too heated to do be faced with it.

“She hadn’t told you, has she?! She sleeps around with everyone! Including her best friends” Brian knew that if he exposed her secrets, he would freak him out and get him to break up with her “Am I wrong James?” Brian’s face turned red as he tapped his chest. “You know that you have slept with her or am I lying?” Harry’s face confirmed that Brian had done it and got him where he wanted.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” James yelled as he swatted his hands away from him. Harry honestly didn’t know what to say or what to do. He wanted to fight Brian, but he felt hurt that Y/N had hidden this from her.

James's face gave it all away. Brian was telling the truth. Harry felt like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on him. He was in utter disbelief.

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shadowseductress · 7 months ago

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bldhrry · 7 days ago

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The Brute and The Scholar

Chapter Eleven | imgonnagetyouback Cassian x Fem!Reader Previous Chapter | Next Chapter Series Masterlist | General Masterlist

word count: 8.1k

warnings: alcohol, cursing, violence

author's note: school is back to haunt me </3. i'll work on this as much as i can on the weekends, lmk what you think!

You all decided to meet at the bar in an hour and you trudged home to change. You were in no mood to party and be in the same vicinity with Cassian. No matter how much you ignored him you couldn’t shake the feeling of him all over you. Like his hands were continuously running up and down your arms and he was pressed up behind you. It was suffocating in the worst way possible. You assumed ignoring the bond would make it go away but it only seemed to make it stronger like it was purposely defying you.

It knocked around, twisting itself in circles and knots trying to reach out to him and you were able to hide behind it, letting it be without pushing forth any emotion or image. You knew that it worked like that; it was an open ended tunnel to the other person as they were tied to your soul in some cruel, sadistic torturous scheme. They knew everything without trying and it took every ounce of strength to make sure he didn’t know you.

The outfit you wore to the house was not bar attire: a corduroy red skirt with a thin belt and a thin white turtleneck sweater that you tucked in with black tights and ankle boots. You kept the layered gold necklaces you were wearing and the small gold hoop earrings but opted for a long sleeved black sheer top with a pink crocheted crop top with holes that went just below the curve of your breast. Underneath your black skirt you wore a pink garter around your thigh that was hooked to the shorts you were wearing underneath the skirt with high top sneakers.

“Looks good,” Raquel smirked at you as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and put in an earring she was borrowing from you.

You smudged your lip liner before applying a dark nude gloss and grinned. “This is what I would usually wear when we used to go out.”

“I know. You just look different.” She fluffed her hair out and turned to look at you fully. “You look more confident. Like,” she puckered her lips and glanced around your body. “Like you know what’s going on.”

You hummed in response. Ironically you didn’t know what she meant. But you were trying, in general. Trying to fit in and be like everyone else and be on their level even if sometimes you felt and even knew you were faking it. But you knew a life of solitude because of fear and anxiety and cues that were lost to you was not sustainable. You didn’t deserve a lot and you probably didn’t deserve the life you currently had with people around you who seemed to care for you unconditionally. Your father always told you he didn’t expect much; he didn’t expect for you to be great and succeed but he did expect you to try.

There was a knock at the door and you and Raquel turned to look at your open bedroom door, exchanging a confused look.

“I thought we were meeting at the bar.” You muttered, mentally recalling the conversation planning tonight’s escapade.

“I’ll go down and see who it is,” Raquel announced, heading downstairs. She had on a blue satin dress with thin straps and a cropped cardigan that was the same color and material as the dress. She’d opted for sneakers too for the sake of being comfortable.

You nodded and began filling your clutch with whatever you could find that you could need that night.

“Oh, hey guys!” You heard her say and you decided then to take what you had and headed for the stairs.

Keeping your eyes on each descending step you didn’t notice the male voices that filled the foyer or the boots that came into view as you neared the landing but when you saw two sets of Illyrian wings at your door you stilled on the last step, one foot inches from the floor.

Azriel nodded to you in greeting, never faltering in his conversation with Cassian who had his hands in his pockets. You saw him shrug and with the fall of his shoulders his wings grazed your wooden floors.

You had no idea why either of them were here. This wasn’t the plan and nobody ever informed you that these two, especially him, would be inside your home.�� Aggravation moved through you and Cassian stiffened at the sensation, turning around slowly at its source.

“What are you guys doing here?” You said through gritted teeth. You placed your foot back on the step in an attempt to be at eye level with them.

Azriel had an amused look in his eyes at your tone and Cassian narrowed his eyes not at you but on your chest then at your stomach and finally the garter on your left thigh. He sucked in a breath and his wings inched forward.

“What,” he matched your seething tone and stared you in the eyes, “are you wearing.”

Your jaw dropped slightly in surprise at the question. “Clothes.” You crossed your arms and finished your descent and brushed past him to grab your coat by the door.

He scoffed and his eyes followed you. The skirt was short, too short, and he knew if you bent over you’d be entirely exposed. Cassian tried to bite his tongue and let you be. He had no right to police what you were wearing but his resolve slipped and he gritted his teeth. “Barely.”

Your head snapped around, your eyes blazing in fury and defiance.

There she is.

Raquel and Azriel had taken a step back to let you two figure it out. Both were entirely too entertained by the interaction.

“Excuse me? You do not get to come into my home and disrespect me.” You huffed as you put the coat on and tossed your hair. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Your mate.” Cassian sneered before he could even think about it.

The world seemed to stop moving and you felt yourself grow cold as all the air in your body escaped you and you opened and closed your mouth, trying to think of something to say but you couldn’t. How dare he throw that in your face like it was a deciding factor in any aspect of your life. An apologetic look swept across his face. He didn’t mean to say it and he shouldn't have. It was just incredibly unfortunate that his emotions, particularly his possessive nature, got the best of him.

You ran your tongue over your teeth and gave him a bitter laugh, eyes flicking up and down his body is feign dismal. “That means nothing to me.”

Raquel whistled lowly. “Damn.”

Azriel didn’t even move and his face didn’t either but his eyes were trained on Cassian whose own face was shifting with a million emotions from disappointment to defeat and finally settled on anger.

“What did you just say?”

Cassian and you hadn’t had it out yet about the mating bond. Not entirely. Conversations were cut short by tears and screams or by deciding that sitting in silence was better than addressing the situation. But now it was bubbling over. You were tired of its existence and Cassian was tired of you rejecting him especially when he knew you were faking it. Call him arrogant for assuming so but he knew, deep within him, that this was all a ruse, a facade that you were keeping up like everything else in your life. You pretended endlessly to not care about him, to not want him, to not want anything besides knowledge and success.

You pushed yourself off the wall and opened the door. “We’re going to be late.”

Raquel and Azriel followed suit silently but Cassian walked past them both and headed straight for you. He was not giving up this time. You were not going to walk away from him again.

“Y/N.” He called out to you and like the night of Starfall you waved him away.

“Should we stop them?” Raquel whispered to Azriel and he shrugged.

“Maybe we should let them talk it out.”

“I don’t think they’ll talk. I’m not sure if you guys know this but she like, knows how to fight. She might, you know, hurt him.”

A ghost of a smile spread on Azriel’s lips. “I think it’s fine.”

“Y/N, come back here. What the fuck did you say?” He caught up to you and grabbed your wrist, spinning you around.

“You heard me. Did I fucking stutter?” You shoved him and he barely moved.

Even though there was physical evidence of his rage from the hard and fast rise and fall of his chest and his relentless grip on your wrist, his eyes were incredibly sad. “Are you serious?”

“I’ve been serious.” You wiggled out of his hold. “You just don’t listen. I’ve been telling you I don’t want it and I don’t want you-”

“Don’t fucking say that. You don’t mean it.”

“If I don’t mean it then why do I say it? Do you think I would lie for the hell of it?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “I think you would and I think you do. There’s something wrong with you, you know. It’s like you-”

“You do not get to judge me.” You growled through gritted teeth. He knew nothing. He didn’t know you or what you’d been through, the things you’d done to make you deserve the depravity that you put yourself through. But you weren’t going to indulge him; he didn’t need to know. The only thing he needed to know was to leave you alone indefinitely, forever. “Just because I’m not affected by your charm doesn’t mean something is wrong with me.”

“Not affected?” He gave you a cocky grin and took one step towards you, one of the many you’d taken back from him since he’d caught up to you. “And all the times we’ve been together? So close,” another step and you froze, the air shifting around you. “Our lips inches apart, my hands on you, in you.” He nearly purred, closing the distance and cupping your face. “And you’re not affected?”

You swallowed and opened your mouth, trying to find the right words to hurt him, push him away. He needed to learn, he needed to accept that this was the reality. This couldn’t be because if it did it would end anyway once he knew. He’d never be with someone who could hurt their own family.

“No.” You breathed out and tried not to close your eyes as his hand moved to the back of your neck, toying with the air at the nape of your neck.

He fisted your hair slightly and your body betrayed you as you gasped and your eyes fluttered closed. Cassian leaned his head down, grazing his nose up your jaw. “When you were screaming my name?”

Heat pulsed through you and you fought the whimper that threatened to leave your lips. “I never did that.”

You peeked at through your lashes and he and was looking at you the same way he had during Starfall. His eyes were dark and pupils blown and the air around you vibrated. The bond was tight in your gut, singing a song that rang in your ears so loud you could hear nothing but its melody. Its beat was strong, dictating the rhythm of your heart. It flowed and ebbed between you and Cassian, dancing along the bond that you could see so clearly in your mind; it was solid gold that sprinkled glitter that floated around it, making it look mystical and even magical. It was a bridge between your soul and his, leaving you bare and exposed to his relentlessness.

“Have me.” He requested quietly and a strangled noise erupted from your throat.

“I can’t do this. I-”

“Have me.”

“No.” You shook your head, and stepped back. You felt his hand shift from its position in your hair and you missed its warm contact but you let it fall anyway.

You turned on your heel and left and Cassian followed a few paces behind silently. By the time Azriel and Raquel caught up you two had already separated and were nearing the door of the bar.

Rita’s was packed. Lights flooded the bar, switching between red, green, blue, purple, and orange in no particular pattern or beat and the bass pounded against your ribs. Drunk bodies pressed against you and you struggled to move past them as you searched for the rest of your group. You wished Cassian had walked in front of you so he could part through the crowd more easily but you braved the sea of sweaty bodies that were passing whatever liquid on their bodies onto your clothes as you mumbled ‘excuse me’ over and over; you really hoped it was all just sweat.

You needed a drink. You badly needed one. Cassian and his stupid face and stupid aura always made you weak and you had nearly crumpled when he gripped your hair and reminded you of the mess he’d made of you on that stupid balcony. He was right; you were affected by him. Even his scent could cloud your mind and you were suddenly hypnotized by his all encompassing presence. Sometimes the knowledge that he was yours, cosmically so, made you swoon like some girl and not the adult that you were trying to be.

Have me. Cassian’s plea rang through your mind and every time you heard it, his voice raspy and deep and his eyes boring into yours, claiming you even if he didn’t know it, heat pooled in your thighs. It was so uncomfortable and it made your skin crawl.

You shrugged off your coat at the booth and gave everyone an appeasing smile as you slid in besides Amren. The rest of the group soon followed with Cassian stalking towards the table like it did something to him and Azriel and Raquel deep in conversation that consisted of her yelling into his ear over the loud music.

“What are you drinking?” Feyre shouted from across the table. She was nestled into Rhysand who had his arm slung over her shoulders and his hand was playing with the ends of her hair.

“I’ll just have a margarita. Classic is fine.” You shouted back and she nodded eagerly, telling Rhysand who got up to order the drink from the bar. On his way he got Cassian, Raquel, and Azriel’s drink before they too squeezed into the booth. Raquel sat beside you and Cassian and Azriel sat across from you. Cassian leaned back in his seat, adjusting his pants and poked his tongue into his cheek, studying you and you avoided his stare. You distracted yourself by asking Mor what you’d miss and she filled you in on what everyone had talked about.

Amren was visiting Varian soon, Elain and Lucien had decided to permanently move into the townhouse, Nesta complained about Azriel’s boxers ending up in her laundry which ruined most of her white clothes, and Mor had no updates besides the new lovers she’d taken since the last time she had talked about it. You barked a laugh at that and she smirked.

“You ever been with anybody?” You gave Mor a quizzical look and she continued. “You know, like dated or fucked?”

You blushed and laughed nervously. “Not really.” You averted your eyes to avoid the judgement you were sure you’d see in her eyes. A twenty something year old who’d just recently began to dabble in the world of males. It was pathetic and embarrassing and it was your fault. You rejected every advance and never felt anything for anyone. It was utterly lonely but how could you act on something you didn’t feel?

“Oh!” Mor was surprised. “Nobody ever caught your eye?” She sipped her drink and so did you, your cheeks hot.

“No.” You sheepishly admitted.

“Ah,” you noticed she glanced at Cassian quickly. “It’s overrated anyway!” She shouted as the music swelled around you.

You laughed again. “Yeah, I figured.”

The rest of the night was like that: shouting at each other over the music until your throat was sore and accepting drink after drink from whoever handed you a salt rimmed cup until you forgot Cassian’s touch on you and his hot words in your ear.

“Fuck,” Raquel put her drink down and waved her hand at you. “This is the song!”

You gave her a confused look and then listened, the realization that this was in fact your favorite song and you screamed. “No way!”

She grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the booth and without thinking you grabbed Mor to join you and the rest of the females followed. The males stayed behind to watch and ensure the room knew that the group of females dancing came heavily protected. Cassian watched you closely and you could feel his stare on your back as you jumped to the music and held on to Raquel as you both swung your hips in unison.

You leaned your head back onto her shoulder and let her hold you. The music thrummed around you and it had been so long since you’d listened to any form of music or created your own. You hadn’t even looked at the piano your father had gifted you when you were fifteen.

“He’s watching you know.” She whispered in your ear and you didn’t need to look to see who he was. “Did you guys talk it out?”

You laughed. “Fuck no. I told him I didn’t want anything to do with him.”

You could feel her disappointment envelop you. “He really cares, you know. It’s genuine. I thought at first that maybe-”

“Stop.” You swung around and wrapped your arms around her neck, tossing your head side to side to the song. “I don’t care! I’m having fun. Don’t ruin it.” Raquel laughed and jumped with you and agreed and suddenly the conversation was lost in the sound waves.

Cassian didn’t know you could move like that. You had rhythm and your hips moved side to side and then in a circle to the music and he was growing dizzy from watching you for the past fifteen minutes. You were back in your previous position with Raquel behind you and your head on her shoulder, saying something to her and she was laughing. Cassian would do anything to feel you move on him like that.

“Did you talk with her?” Azriel’s quiet voice crept up behind him and Cassian jumped, regrettably looking away from you to his brother.

Cassian pursed his lips and shook his head. “If you can even call it talking.” He was drunk, enough that he swayed when he shifted in the booth and his vision was blurred at the edges.

Azriel sucked at his teeth quietly. “You have to stop pushing her.”

“I can’t. I don’t know how.” Cassian let out a breath and sucked at his bottom teeth. “I haven’t left her in 8 months. How am I supposed to now?” Cassian felt defeated and he finished his drink to wash the feeling away. It crept up on him like some foul creature, reminding him he was losing you no matter what he did. And the more he tried the more you pulled back. He saw you growing more desperate to fully detach and you were getting closer because now instead of confliction swimming in your eyes it was anger shooting him daggers that pierced away the hope he had that this would work out and you would love him.

Azriel had no solace to give him. No promise that it would be alright and you’d take him. Because he didn’t know. Azriel had always been able to read people and figure out their motives and desires, wants and needs, but you, he had not yet been able to decipher that. Your mask was better than his but it was not to hide but it was to perform, to survive. It allowed you to be in the group and interact. It wasn’t there to scheme and plot, something he’d worried about and brought up to Rhysand when you first started that Fall. He soon realized that you were just odd. Nothing more to it.

Cassian turned back to look at you and he growled. Your skirt had been riding up all night and now it was even higher than before. Every now and then he saw a flash of skin that only the previous week he had in his hands. “Fucking hell,” he made a move to get up and Azriel grabbed his arm.

“Speak to her about her outfit again and I promise you she will take your head.”

Cassian brushed him off and stood up, shifting the table with the force of his movement. Rhysand called out after him, shouting that it was a bad idea. As weird as you were, you had a temper and an incredibly sharp tongue.

Cassian moved through the crowd towards you, the siphons on his hands glowed with power and the crowd parted for him as he made a beeline for you. Raquel saw him coming and smirked at him before sliding away from you. You didn’t even notice. You lost count how many drinks you had after the seventh so for all you knew you could’ve been on the dance floor alone.

Cassian sneaked up behind you and snaked an arm around your waist and with his other hand he yanked your skirt down.

“Hey!” You shouted and swatted behind you. “The fuck are you doing?”

Cassian tightened his hold on your waist and was surprised to see that you didn’t stop dancing. “Your entire ass is out.” He whispered in your ear through gritted teeth.

You laughed and leaned your head back and looked up at him. “So?”

He scoffed. “So? You want everyone to see that shit?”

Your eyes were glossy as you looked at him and you grinned. “Jealous?”

Yes, he growled through the bond and your eyes widened slightly as a possessive sensation made its way into you, warming you more than you already were.

Your grin widened. “Don’t care.” You closed your eyes and interlaced your fingers with his and moved against him as the song slowed down.

You were ridiculously intoxicating tonight. Sexy and beautiful with your shirt riding up and your breast more round than usual. Your makeup made your eyes sultry and whatever you’d done to your lips made them look fuller. He was more drunk than he was before he’d come here. The sight of you was enough to make him drop to his knees. He pulled your skirt back down and you grinded against him and he hissed.

“What’s your deal tonight?” You shouted up to him and he met your eyes. Your grin hadn’t left your face this entire time and it was lazily spread across your lips.

“My deal is,” he leaned down and you wrapped your arm around his neck, feeling his free hand trail up your side. “I don’t want anything to see what is mine.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “You touched me once and suddenly I’m yours? If that’s the rule then who knows, maybe I belong to a few here.”

Your eyes were sparkling now, playful and defiant, teasing him and Cassian was not in the mood to play. “That’s not fucking funny, Y/N.”

“Who said I’m joking?”

Cassian had always assumed you had never done a single thing in your entire life. You didn’t seem like the one to color outside of the lines so it made a lot of sense that you’d never had a boyfriend much less done anything remotely sexual. Maybe a kiss here and there which every time he thought about it he’d take it out on the wooden dummy in the training ring. But he eventually made peace with the fact you had a life before him like he had one before you.

“You’re not funny.”

You hummed and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Never said I was.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth.” Cassian was growing angrier by the second, the mere thought of someone touching you even in passing made his blood boil. There was no way anyone else could have brought you to the edge like he did. There could be no one else who could have made you moan like he had with just his fingers and he could only imagine the sounds you’d made if you’d let him explore you some more. Who else but him?

Your eyes focused as you craned your neck up to look at him better. You bit your lip to hide your amused smile. His side of the bond was growing so big it was starting to hurt. He was wrapping around your heart, whispering every thought he was having. How nobody else had you like he did and it was true, every single word. Of course you’d never been with anyone and you’d never dreamed of it until you met Cassian. There were some nights where your infatuation with him swelled so much in your chest that you found yourself with your hand in between your thighs in a futile attempt to relieve it. It never did though; it only got worse until that night in the balcony where your bottled up affections exploded into something more, something so dangerous to you both.

You wanted to drag him along further and see just how far you could push him but something innate told you that you didn’t have much rope left before he did something drastic and you hoped whatever it was involved him and those skillful fingers of his. If you weren’t so drunk you would’ve been ashamed of yourself but not now. Now you were having fun with the male of your dreams behind you.

You smiled and grabbed the hand that he had placed on your waist and gave it a squeeze. “There’s never been anyone else.”

Cassian left you shortly after but not before making you gasp as he left a wet kiss on your neck. It was good timing too because the rest of the girls had gravitated towards you with the movement of the crowd and by the time they did he was gone and you were reaching for Nesta to dance.

“Do you guys want something to drink? I’m out.” You pouted and the group shouted their orders to you and you nodded, mumbling to yourself so you wouldn’t forget. You approached your booth and slumped against the table. “Do you guys want another drink?” Your words were stuck together despite the amount of concentration you were trying but failing to exude.

“Should you be getting another drink?” Cassian’s own words were slurred too and you gave him a blank stare and with a blink you looked at the rest of the group, awaiting an answer. A chorus of ‘yes’ and their drink order were thrown at you and you nodded, turning around and heading for the bar.

“Hi,” you pulled yourself up on the stool and smiled at the bartender. “Can I get two classic margaritas, a gin and tonic, a vodka tonic, two whiskeys a bourbon on the rocks,” you trailed off and squinted your eyes at the ceiling trying to remember the rest of the order. You turned around and looked at the table and pondered the thought and Cassian gave you a questioning look that you ignored and turned back around. “A glass of red and white wine, water, and club soda.” You beamed at the bartender, proud of your memory abilities in your inebriated state and she laughed, jotting down the order and saying she’d be back.

You swiveled in the bar stool with your chin in your hand, reading the bottles of liquor on the back wall. You barely heard your name as you mumbled the brand names to yourself until it was almost in your ear making you jump in your seat.

“Y/N!” Somebody approached you from the right and you turned slowly to look who it was. Marc. You barely recognized him; he looked a lot different now, taller and skinner and definitely more built. You had gone to school with him your entire life and while he wasn’t a friend per say he definitely was a friendly and familiar face.

“Hey!” You gave him a smile.

“I haven’t seen you in forever. How have you been?” He leaned on the bar and tilted his head at you, studying your face and discreetly your body.

“Good. Busy.” You gave him another smile and looked towards the bartender. She was about halfway through the order.

“Waiting on drinks?”

“Oh yeah. With my friends.”

“Still awkward I see.” He laughed, the comment meant lightheartedly but your cheeks still burned.

“Sorry.” You let out your own nervous laugh and twirled your hair around your finger. “I just haven’t seen you in a while and-”

“You’re not good with small talk. I get it.”

You hummed and ducked your head, counting the drinks on the tray. Only three more left and you’d be back at the table.

“You still in school?” Marc asked after a few moments and you cleared your throat and shook your head.

“No. I graduated last August. I work for the Court now.”

“Oh wow.” Marc’s eyes grew wide. “Congrats. I remember politics being your thing.”

“Yup,” you let the ‘p’ pop. “It’s really cool. I’ve been traveling a lot lately.”

“Nice.” You barely noticed that he slid closer to you until the fabric of his jacket grazed your arm. You straightened in your seat, shifting away from him but it only brought him closer. “Hey, so I know this is really straight forward and we haven’t seen each other in a while but I was wondering if-”

Whatever he was saying was cut short when tattooed arms encircled your waist and a firm chest pressed against your back. You leaned your head to the side as Cassian nuzzled into your neck.

“Almost done?” He whispered and he looked up at Marc just in time to see a muscle in his jaw twitch.

“Yeah,” you breathed out in relief. “She’s making the margs now, I think.”

“Good.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and started to rub circles on your stomach.

Thank you, you looked up at him through your lashes and tried and failed to hide your smile of appreciation.

What are mates for? He squeezed your side and kissed your cheek and you ducked your head, letting out a giggle. Drunk you could’ve been coddled like this the whole night.

“And you are?” Cassian’s voice dropped an octave as he straightened and placed his hands on your shoulders in a not so discreet show of claim.

“Oh, Cass, this is-”

“Marc.” He extended his hand and Cassian regarded the gesture coldly and then gripped his hand and shook it.

“Cassian.”

“Figured by the siphons. Pleasure to meet you, General.”

Cassian’s lips turned upward in a cold smile. Marc had a grandiose attitude and his advances were not appreciated. Even if you weren’t mates, Cassian would have stepped in regardless. It was clear you were not comfortable with the conversation or his presence but he persisted nevertheless. Cassian could’ve drawn a parallel to his own situation with you but he didn’t because it wasn’t the same because you liked him, you were just being difficult.

He likes you, Cassian sent down to you and you shrugged.

We’re friends from school.

He was about to ask you out.

You’re paranoid.

And you’re mine.

You huffed and crossed your arms. Stop being annoying.

Cassian hummed and watched Marc who had turned to watch his drink being made.

“So, Marc,” Cassian started, flashing him a toothy grin. “How do you know Y/N?”

“We went to school together.” Cassian's grin grew wider when the male didn’t even bother to turn around and look at him. Marc tapped the bar impatiently and Cassian rocked you side to side in victory.

Stop antagonizing him. You snapped. You could feel it now, the tension between the three of you especially between Marc and Cassian. It was very true that Marc had expressed interest in you over the years and you’d always respond the same by appreciating his friendship and wanting to keep it that way.

It’s what he deserves.

He didn’t do anything wrong.

He made you uncomfortable.

Says who?

I know you, Cassian purred and you rolled your head to the side to ride out the shiver that crawled down your spine. Appeasing smile, stiff back, squared shoulders, and a bouncing foot equals you’re in a situation you don’t want to be in. Not to mention every time he got close you leaned away.

If you know me so well then why don’t you know you make me uncomfortable?

Because, sweetheart, Cassian stroked the bond and you felt it shoot straight to your core. I make you uncomfortable in the way that the only way you can get relief is by squeezing your thighs together. You whirled in your seat and stared at him in disbelief. “And I like to think that is a very different feeling. Don’t you think?” His breath fanned your face and he glanced down where sure enough you had your ankles crossed and your thighs pressed tightly together.

Your skin was on fire and your breathing had become heavier. He was right, though. He made you uncomfortable because of the feelings he gave you that you’d never felt before. He made you feel alive and in moments like this when his scent washed over you and his body was inches from touching yours and when you were drunk out of your mind he made you feel incredibly horny.

Cassian leaned over you and you followed the movement with your head, thinking he would kiss you, hoping he would but instead he slid the tray from the bartender, thanking her.

“Drinks are ready.”

Cassian invited Marc to the table who begrudgingly accepted the invitation and regretted it when he saw Cassian’s hand slide down your back and rest at the top curve of your backside.

Everyone was back at the table and you slid in beside Elain.

“I saw you with that male,” she nodded to Marc. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. He’s a friend from school.”

“He’s weird.” She looked at him cautiously and looked back at you and squeezed your hand under the table. “I’m glad you’re back.”

You patted her hand and crossed your legs as you grabbed your drink but then immediately undid them remembering Cassian’s remark. He smirked at you from across the table, tipping his glass to you and you scowled. He was such an asshole. He read you too well. He knew you too well.

“It’s so good to see you!” Raquel squealed as she embraced Marc.

He laughed and patted her head. “It’s good to see you too. I can’t believe you finally finished school. It’s ben fucking years.”

“I know,” she groaned and sat back in the booth and patted the spot beside her. “I didn’t think I was going to make it, but hey. Here we are.” She raised her glass and so did everyone else. “And congratulations to my best friend for graduating top of her class and getting her dream job.” Everyone cheered and you blushed, ducking your head.

Conversation erupted after that and you observed it all, nursing your drink. Your eyes were heavy and your body even more so and the fun of the night was wearing out. Everyone else felt it too. You’d all been here for three hours at this point and it was past midnight. Your eyes bounced around the table tuning in and out of the conversations and jokes, some funny but most not as everyone was too wasted to think of something actually humorous and instead laughed at everything.

“I think,” Rhysand stretched and pulled Feyre in close. “It’s time to go home.” Murmurs of agreement passed through the group and even Marc agreed.

“I’ll head out with you guys.” Marc announced to the group but he kept his eyes on you.

You avoided his gaze and finished your drink, the sound of the empty straw distracting you.

You bounded out of the booth and accepted Lucien’s outstretched hand as he heaved you up. Stumbling, you fell into Raquel’s grasp and you both held hands as you made your way to the door with half the group in front of and half the group behind you.

“Have fun?” She whispered in your ear and you nodded. “I’m drunk as shit.” She slurred and you laughed, agreeing with her that she definitely was but so were you.

“Marc try anything with you?” She asked once you had stepped outside. The chilly night breeze was an appreciated welcome to your sweat slicked bodies.

You shook your head. “We just talked. It’s not like that.”

She snorted and dug her foot in the dirt. “For you. But for him,” she clicked her tongue. “He’s always had a thing for you.”

Everybody else soon piled out of the Rita’s with Nesta groaning at the temperature. “Thank the fucking gods.” Feyre laughed and swung her arm around her sister’s shoulders. “I didn’t think I was going to make it in there,” Nesta grumbled, fanning her neck.

“You’re talking,” Amren said, also fanning herself.

“Well,” Marc spoke up, clearing his throat. “It was nice seeing you guys.”

You turned to face him and smiled. “Yeah! It was cool. Glad to see you’re doing okay.”

Raquel gave her own regards and soon found interest in whatever Mor was looking at behind Rita’s, leaving you and Marc alone.

“Well, I better get going.” You jerked your thumb behind you where everyone else had congregated. They would’ve started walking but they were all, including you, basking in the breeze that kept wiping around you.

“We should get lunch sometime. Maybe even dinner.” Marc said and you gave him a blank look.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, like a date I mean.” He chuckled. “I guess you didn’t pick up on that.”

“Oh.” You nodded and shifted your weight from one foot to another. “I appreciate that, but I’m seeing somebody.” It was a smooth lie because it wasn’t entirely a lie. You weren’t seeing Cassian exactly, but at the same time you couldn’t see yourself with anybody else.

“Oh?” Now it was his turn to be surprised. He’d never think in a million years you’d be anywhere near another male or female in that manner.

“Yeah,” you let out a nervous laugh and bit your lip, turning your head. Cassian normally watched you like a hawk but now he had his back to you engrossed in a conversation with Rhysand and Lucien.

“If it’s not serious then I don’t see why you can’t. Seeing somebody usually isn’t that serious, you know?” He had seen Cassian with you at the bar but it was well known Cassian got around and it didn’t bother Marc much if you had been one of his latest conquests.

You twisted your hands together and gave him an understanding look. It wasn’t serious but at the same time it was because you were mated. Whether it was a relationship or not there was still something there and you found yourself oddly loyal to it.

“I’m mated,” you blurted out and you covered your mouth in surprise.

He gave you a look of disbelief and let out a laugh. “If you don’t want to then you could’ve just said that. Don’t need to lie, Y/N.”

“I’m not lying. I’m serious. I have a mate.” You placed your hands in front of you, twisting them. The words felt foreign on your tongue and part of you felt bad for using this as an excuse to get you out of this situation when you’ve been denying it to your own mate.

“Really?” He crossed his arms and you shrunk in his stare. “You have a mate?”

“Yes.” You huffed, growing impatient. If there was one thing in the world you disliked the most it was not being taken seriously.

“Who?”

You blanked at his question, a demand really. You had assumed that your statement would’ve been enough but it seemed like Marc wanted proof. You stared at him for a moment and he scoffed.

“Exactly. You don’t have to lie to-”

“I’m not lying. I just don’t think I owe you an explanation.” You turned to leave and suddenly you were turned around, Marc in your face and his hand gripping your wrist. “Hey, what are you-”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” You could smell the alcohol being emitted from him and you craned your head back, eyes pleading to be released.

“I’m not. I-”

“You’ve been rejecting me for years, Y/N. For no reason really,” he laughed bitterly and you shrank even further from his touch. “So don’t give me some bullshit excuse about some mate. We both know that’s not true. You have no real reason to not go out with me at least once. I don’t think it’ll kill you. Plus you know me.” He tilted his head, his eyes trying to be sympathetic but failing. There was nothing there. You tried to wiggle free but his grip tightened and you gasped. “Just one. I’ll make it worth your while.” He gave you a dry smirk and leaned closer and your body seized with panic.

It was too much. His hand on yours, his breath heavy with alcohol, and his stare was relentless. None of it was good and it was making you feel sick. Your vision darkened at the corners as panic seized your body, making the blood in your veins still and you found yourself panting.

“Let go of-”

“Do we have a fucking problem?” Cassian’s voice boomed across the small clearing and you finally slipped from Marc’s hold and stumbled backwards until you hit something hard and you felt Cassian’s hand slide across your chest, holding you close.

Marc didn’t say anything. His gaze was still on you, the question still in his eyes and you cringed away and Cassian’s hand only became firmer.

“I said,” Cassian growled, “do we have a fucking problem?” Your arm snaked behind you and you gripped Cassian’s pant leg, trying to ground yourself.

“Y/N and I were just having a conversation. I don’t think this concerns you much.” Marco replied coldly.

“What concerns my mate, concerns me.”

Rita’s had been so densely packed that nobody could smell the bond, but here in the open air and the breeze flowing freely, the mating bond traveled from person to person announcing its presence, arriving at Marc last.

His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. He clicked his tongue and chuckled. “Is that what he made you believe?” He directed the question to you. “I never thought you’d be stupid enough to fall for something like that.” His flitted from you to Cassian, his eyebrow cocking upwards ever so slightly.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Despite the fury heightening his every sense and his sudden tunnel vision on his newfound enemy, he pushed you aside gently and behind him until Rhysand gripped your elbow and brought you in.

“Cass, it’s not that serious. Let’s just go. I’m really tired.” You tried appealing to him but he was already moving. Your heart pounded in your chest as Cassian strutted toward Marc. It really wasn’t that big of a deal. Marc was drunk and angry and angry drunk people say things that they don’t mean.

Cassian, c’mon. Please. You called out to him but it was too late because Cassian had already grabbed Marc by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall of Rita’s. You gasped, clamping your hand over your mouth and stepped forward but Rhysand pulled you back into him gently.

“Let him,” he said without looking at you. Cassian now had Marc by the throat. “That piece of shit deserves it.”

Cassian was pissed. He was angry, furious, aggravated, annoyed, every single negative word that existed described him in this moment. His agitation with you had ceased almost immediately. He knew you couldn’t help your avoidant nature so he just vowed to try again but it came back in full swing when Marc showed up at the bar. He had made a beeline straight for you and you didn’t even see it coming, spinning on your stool with your head in your hands. He’d been in your space since then and Cassian could smell the shift in your scent from relaxed and slightly aroused to panic. You’d been polite, he could tell, from the nod of your head and the shake of your shoulders when you forced a laugh and Cassian had let you be at first. He’d done enough damage tonight and the signals were getting too mixed but when you were nearly toppling out of your seat from trying to get away from him, he couldn’t take it anymore and this time Azriel didn’t try to stop him.

So Cassian decided to handle it the only way he knew how: by distracting you by being annoying and it worked. He didn’t expect you to lean into him when he approached or search for his lips when he reached over you. Had you not held your thighs together so tightly, he would’ve nestled between them and let you feel how crazy he’d gotten since he saw you standing on your stairs, hip jutted out in aggravation. And that garter, nestled high enough up your thigh where it peaked out from under your skirt in a sickening invitation; he wanted nothing more than to take it off with his teeth, watching you watch him. Yet you let him hold you, protect you from Marc’s pressing stare and attempts at what Cassian could only label as seduction. You trusted him enough to do so and he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you or let anyone speak to you like that.

I never thought you’d be stupid enough to fall for something like that. He had spat the last word out like Cassian was nothing, like he was trash and not worthy of you. And maybe Cassian wasn’t. You were bright and intelligent and graceful in ways he couldn’t even fathom but at least Cassian liked you when you weren’t wearing a short skirt. Cassian hadn’t even noted a single time that Marc’s gaze hadn’t flickered down to look at your body.

He held Marc against the wall, his forearm pressing against his throat. He looked at you, wide eyes and hand covering your mouth and he felt even more rage than before as he recalled the fear he’d felt when Marc had grabbed you. He could only assume you had that exact expression on your face when he was leering at you saying gods knows what.

“If you ever come near her again,” he growled in Marc’s ear, keeping his eyes on you. “If I ever see you even within one block of her I will tear you to fucking pieces.” He felt Marc shake beneath him and grasp at his arm. Cassian leaned back and stood at his full height, flaring his wings behind him, peering down at him. So weak and pathetic, you did not deserve someone like this, Cassian thought. “I will fucking kill you. In ways you can’t even possibly imagine. Are we clear?” Marc nodded, a strangled noise escaping his lips, his face was red and the vein in his forehead was pulsing. He pushed off him and Marc let out a gasp for air. “I’ll fucking kill you.” Cassian repeated, pointing at him and turned on his heel.

As he neared you Cassian reached his hand out and without even thinking about it you reached for him and let him interlock your fingers. “We’re going home.” His voice was gruff and he was trying to maintain his composure but the only thing he could think about was leveling the entire city, starting with the asshole still slumped against the wall.

“What the fuck happened?” Raquel hissed as she and Mor emerged from behind the bar with Azriel. What was so interesting was the alcohol induced vomit Mor was littering and the two had stayed with her.

“He grabbed her,” Nesta nodded toward Marc. “And Cassian lost it.”

“Oh shit,” Raquel breathed out and then sucked her teeth. “Asshole!” She shouted at Marc and the rest of the group headed home.

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