#so lemme know if you spot any typos/repeats

[ladytauria]

a kiss that tastes of the flood/dessert they are eating and jaysteph!!

hehehe so i wasn't originally intending to include smut in this--my original thought was that it would be fade to black, but... idk, jay & steph had other ideas

anyway, this is a little under 4k. i hope you enjoy! <3

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“I’m dying,” Steph says, her voice muffled where her face is pressed into one of Jason’s thighs. She grimaces when another cramp lances through her gut. Fucking shark week. Steph wants to bite something. Probably Jason, since her mouth is currently mashed up against him.

He’d understand.

Probably.

Jason runs a hand over her hair, fingers stroking over her curls. “You’re not dying,” he says fondly. “The ibuprofen will kick in soon.”

Steph jerks her head up, balancing on her elbows. “Not dying? I am bleeding out as we speak—and you, my loving boyfriend, have the audacity to say that I am not dying?” 

His eyes crinkle, shoulders shaking as he suppresses his laughter. “You’re right—how cruel of me. I’m sorry, darling, how ever can I make it up to you?” 

Steph wrangles the grin off of her mouth, twisting it into a thoughtful frown instead. It’s hard when all her lips want to do is twitch upward. She rolls over, onto her back, head pillowed on his thighs, and taps her chin. “Hm… It was very rude of you,” she tells him, and he nods seriously. “To earn my forgiveness, you must… Draw me a bath. And… hand feed me chocolates.”

Steph’s joking, of course. She’d never turn down the chance to either a) spend time naked with him or b) stuff herself with chocolate, but she doesn’t expect Jason to actually do it.

Obviously that means he does.

He’s contrary like that.

“If that’s what you need, baby,” Jason says, drawing a finger down the bridge of her nose; a feather light touch that makes her shiver before he eases out from under her. “Wait here.

She pushes up onto her elbows again. “Wait— You don’t really have to—”

“I know,” he says, pausing by the arm of the couch. “But… you know I don't mind taking care of you.” There’s something hesitant, almost shy about the way he looks at her.

Steph softens, shifting up onto her knees. She reaches a hand out, and Jason presses his cheek to it, letting her cradle his face while he looks at her with those sweet, sweet eyes.

“Let me?” he whispers.

And, well. How’s she supposed to say no to that?

“Okay,” she breathes, stroking her thumb over his cheek. “Take care of me, then.”

Jason turns to press a soft, lingering kiss to her palm. Steph’s chest feels so full. It’s almost enough for her to want to pull him back to her and tell him to wait, that she wants to sit with him for a while longer. She lets him go instead, watching as he heads down the hall to the bathroom. A moment later, she hears the water running. She gives it another minute or so before she gets up, going to lean in the bathroom doorway and just… watch him.

Jason has rolled up the sleeves of his Henley, revealing his forearms, and the dusting of hair there. Also the freckle Steph likes to kiss sometimes, when she’s holding his hand or snuggling with him. When the water is hot enough, he plugs the drain, letting the tub fill just how she likes it. Then, he drops one of her bath bombs in the water—lilac and chamomile. The water foams, turning a pale shade of purple, and the scent wafts through the air. Jason adds epsom salt, too, and then lights a couple of her candles.

He passes her in the doorway, putting his hand briefly on her waist as he does. “Go ahead and get in,” he murmurs. “I’ll be back with the chocolates in just a minute.”

It’s Steph who flushes this time. She bites her lip and nods, flushing a little harder when Jason smiles. He kisses her ear before he leaves.

For a moment, she just stands there, watching him leave. This is so far from what she thought she would have when she asked him out months ago.

Although…

Asked him out isn’t quite the right phrase. She’d propositioned him. He was hot, she was hot, both of them were single… why not do something about it? He’d laughed and told her something about not putting out until the third date, and… Steph had taken it as a challenge. Been determined to woo him.

It had taken her a couple of tries to get it right. To see past the persona that he puts forth, or— No. Not the persona. To see past her own biases and assumptions about who he was as a person. Some informed by Bruce, and some… Some all her own.

Jason isn’t at all like what she expected. He’s so much better.

Steph strips, dropping her clothes in the hamper before sinking into the warm water. She sighs softly at the heat enveloping her, the way it soothes her sore muscles. Jason returns a moment later, holding the box of chocolates he’d bought when she asked him to pick up some tampons.

He kneels next to the tub. “Do you want me to wash your hair first?” he asks, twirling a strand of said hair around his finger.

She bites her lip. “Yeah, please?”

Jason smiles at her. His eyes crinkle at the corners, and Steph wants to kiss them.

So she does—cupping his cheeks in her hands, holding his face still as she kisses first one corner, and then the other. Water drips from her skin onto the bath mat. Steph doesn’t care.

When she pulls back, Jason’s eyes are wide and round before, between one blink and the next, they turn soft, shy-but-pleased.

“You’re so sweet to me,” she murmurs. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

His face darkens. “Sap,” he accuses, turning his face into her palm. She laughs, thought it fades when he looks at her through his lashes, and then murmurs: “Besides, I’m the lucky one.”

Steph wants to kiss him again. She doesn’t. She just strokes her thumb over his cheek, adjusting her hand so it can stop at his lower lip. “We’re both lucky.”

He kisses the pad of her thumb. “I can agree to that.”

“Good.” Her hands linger on him for a moment longer before she finally withdraws them. She adjusts, shifting until she can lean back comfortably. Jason takes that moment to fill a cup with water. He covers her eyes with his hand. The warmth of it seeps into her eyelids, making her feel almost drowsy. She hums contentedly as her shoulders drop, loosen.

His hand slips away once her hair is wet. Steph is a little sorry to feel it go.

The wet strands cling to her back, her shoulders, her arms. Jason gathers them in his hands in clumps, gently squeezing the water in to make sure they’re soaked all the way through. Then he reaches for the shampoo, squeezing it into his palm before he massages it into her scalp.

Steph melts. God. He’s so good with his hands. Jason is indulgent, lingering even after he’s worked up a good lather. She can hardly help the little noises she makes, or the way she pushes into his hands like a kitten. He laughs softly at her, but that doesn’t phase her in the slightest. Especially not when he gets his nails involved, scratching lightly at her skin and making her sigh.

It does have to come to an end eventually, though.

“You take care of me so well,” she murmurs, lips barely moving as he rinses away the shampoo. Her eyes are shut too—she can’t see his face, but she can feel the way his hands still for a moment before he says,

“Just returning the favor.”

The warmth in his voice makes her heart swell, pushing against her ribs. She loves him so much. She opens her eyes, just a little, just enough to see him, looking soft and pleased and—

Just as in love as she feels.

She aches with the need to kiss him, but for now, she doesn’t; letting her eyes fall shut again even as she hears the click of her conditioner being opened. He works it into her hair, detangling as he goes, until the strands slip through his fingers.

While her hair is conditioning, Jason washes her body. There’s nothing sexual about the way he touches her. He doesn’t tease or try to work her up—but he’s not clinical, either. It’s… Steph doesn't really have words for the way it makes her feel. She doesn't know how to express her appreciation, her gratitude, either, except to hope she can do the same for him.

Jason takes his time, the same way he had with her hair. He touches her all over, from her neck to her toes, leaving no part of her to yearn for his touch.

Despite his lack of teasing, her body responds anyway; a low curl of arousal unfurling through her veins, warming her from head to toe. It’s easy enough to ignore; to bask in the comfort and security of his touch.

Then, it’s back to her hair again: rinsing out the conditioner, shielding her eyes with his hand and giving the curls gentle squeezes to help them retain as much moisture as possible.

When he finishes, he rinses and dries his hands before reaching for the box of chocolates. He selects one of the pieces and holds it to her lips.

The chocolate has melted a little in the humidity—Steph sucks it from his fingers automatically, her eyes lowering to something half-lidded. The sweetness mixes with the salt of his skin; the lingering tang of soap. It adds a bite, a bitterness, but that only makes her want to do it all the more. To lick clean these fingers that have cared for her, and treated getting to do so as a reward in itself.

Jason’s pupils widen, darkening the green-blue of his eyes.

“Good?” he asks, a husk in his voice that warms her even more.

“Yeah,” she breathes. “You should try one.”

“Mm… in a minute,” he says, holding another to her lips. She takes it too. This one is even sweeter; a caramel center that spreads over her tongue. She hums, low in her throat.

So it goes, the water cooling around her as he feeds her piece after piece. She’s polished off half the box before he finally makes a move.

This time, when she swallows, Jason's hand drops to her jaw; his eyes on her mouth. It’s obvious what he wants, and Steph is more than ready to give it to him. She tips her head back, eyes closed, welcoming the way he kisses her. He runs his tongue over her bottom lip—she parts them, allowing his tongue into her mouth.

He licks into her, chasing the taste of chocolate through every crevice of her mouth. She moans, curling one of her hands into his shirt, uncaring of the way water spills over the side of the tub.

His hand slides down her neck, her shoulder, to her breast. This time, the touch is very much sexual. He palms it, squeezing gently before swiping his thumb over her nipple. Steph shivers, moaning again, tugging at his shirt to pull him closer.

His other hand comes up to cup the back of her neck. He continues to play with her nipple, alternating between squeezing and rolling her breast and pinching and tugging her nipple. Her skin is flushed, hot—and there’s an ache in her belly, her sex, that has nothing to do with her period.

She has to break the kiss when she starts to grow dizzy. Jason doesn’t pull away. Instead, he lingers, kissing and nibbling at her jaw.

“Jason…”

He nuzzles her and then pulls back, pupils blown, something hungry in his eyes that makes her toes curl. His hand slides down her side, her stomach.

“Do you want to move this to the bedroom?” Jason looks at her through heavy-lidded eyes. The way his fingers toy with the curls on her mound leaves nothing to imagination.

Steph swallows, mouth suddenly dry. “Are you— I’m on my period.”

Jason shrugs. “So? I don’t care if you don’t.”

“Okay,” she breathes, biting her lip.

He kisses her again—more briefly this time. It still steals her breath away. When he pulls away, he drains the tub. Before Steph can stand on her own, he scoops her into his arms. She gasps, arms flying around his neck and holding tight as he shakes with laughter.

Steph slaps his shoulder. “Asshole.” She can't keep the laughter out of her voice.

He just grins at her, the skin around his eyes crinkling and his eyes squinting so she can barely make out the color. Just the glimmer of them. Her stomach flips—and just like that, her irritation, faux or not, fades.

She huffs. “You’re too handsome for your own good.”

It’s funny, watching him try to keep a straight face. Jason is one of the most gifted liars and actors she’s ever met. He’s also one of the worst.

He swallows and says, “Flatterer.”

“I just call it like I see it.” Steph doesn’t even try to keep the smirk off her face—though she does press it against the corner of his mouth.

Jason sighs, but she can feel his smile.

He blows out the candles before carrying her out of the bathroom and down the hall to her bedroom, kicking the door shot behind him. She half-expects him to toss her into the bed—her body tenses, breath stilling in her lungs as she braces for the weightless feeling of falling.

It doesn’t come.

Instead, Jason sets her down gently, tenderly, before bracketing her with his body. She toys with the hair at his nape. He noses at her cheek, getting her to tip her head back so he can kiss his way down her jaw.

“What’s not okay right now?” he asks against her skin.

Steph shivers, sweeping her hand down his back. “Not your mouth,” she says, almost reluctantly. She loves the way it feels when he goes down on her, loves how much enjoyment he gets out of it, but— Not tonight.

She feels him nod. “Anything else?”

“Just the usuals.” She turns her head, reaching for the bedside table where she keeps the condoms. Jason eases back so she can prop herself up on her elbows and grab them.

Over the years, Steph has gotten fairly comfortable with sex and her sexuality, but when she passes the condom to Jason, she feels… shy, almost jittery. Her heart is beating a little too fast, her stomach flipping and tumbling. It’s something she knows doesn't go unnoticed. She mentally crosses her fingers, hoping that Jason won't say anything about it.

He holds the condom, but doesn’t tear it open yet. Instead, he smooths his hand down her side, the movement reassuring. “Everything okay?”

Well. There goes that idea. She bites her lip. “Yeah. Just… nervous.”

He nods. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.” She holds her arms out, and he comes to her, letting some of his weight settle over her body. The pressure feels good. So does the warmth. “I love you.”

Jason kisses her. It’s soft, sweet, and she melts into it. She’d like to say that her anxiety melts away too; that this silent reassurance eases all of her worries and has her eager for more. It wouldn’t be true. It does ease, settling in her belly rather than try to claw its way out of her chest. Steph knows that’s all she can ask for.

“I love you too,” Jason murmurs when he pulls away. “We’ll take it slow, and you can back out at any time.”

There’s a tugging in her chest. She'd told him the same thing once… though in different circumstances. I love you, she almost says again—but she bites the words back, throwing her leg around him and rolling her hips against his.

“Slow doesn’t mean glacial,” she teases. “You’re not even naked yet, sweetheart.”

He laughs. “Undress me then.”

She grins. “Don’t mind if I do.” A familiar thrill swoops through her stomach when she flips them. It comes from the knowledge that he lets her manhandle him—that he enjoys it. It makes her feel powerful, confident, when she straddles his hips

The way he’s looking at her only adds to the feeling; his pupils blown wide, eyes heavy lidded, tongue running over his lips.

She grins at him. If he was wearing jeans, this is where she’d pop the button of them, smirking cheekily. Instead, he’s wearing sweats. She hooks her fingers in them, and his boxers too, and pulls them down, tossing them aside. His cock springs free.

“Mm… you’re so hard for me.” Steph wraps her hand around the base, giving him a long, slow jerk. Jason moans, hips rolling. “Can't wait to have you inside me, baby.”

His throat bobs. “Steph—”

She grins at him, giving him another pump, twisting her wrist at the head before letting go. Jason bites his lip, hips jerking like he can follow her. Then she grips his shirt, pulling it off and over his head.

“There,” she says, running her fingers through the hair on his chest. “That’s better.”

Jason’s hands settle on her waist. “Much better,” he agrees. His hands slide up her sides. Her skin prickles under his touch, making her shiver. “Do you want to ride me?”

Steph hums thoughtfully—the sound turning to a moan when he touches her boobs, cupping them in his hands and squeezing. “Ah… I seem to recall someone promising to take care of me.” She tweaks one of his nipples, grinning at his gasp.

Jason laughs breathlessly. “I did, didn’t I?” He gives her boobs another little squeeze before dropping his hands back down to her hips. Her core tightens just before he flips them again. Her back hitting the bed still knocks the breath out of her.

Jason kisses his way down her neck. Steph tangles her fingers in his hair, tipping her head back to give him better access. When he gets to her pulse, he sinks his teeth into her skin. Her grip tightens on his hair, moaning, pussy clenching around nothing.

“Jason—”

He lavs his tongue over the bite mark before pulling back. She hears the package tear, and looks down to watch him roll the condom over his cock. She clenches again, biting into her lip. The nerves had helped smother the ache of emptiness, but it’s back again, and stronger than before. Her heart beats hard, mouth dry with anticipation. She shifts, bending her legs at the knee and spreading her thighs wider.

“Mm… Ready?” His voice is breathier, huskier. It makes her shiver.

“Yeah,” she breathes.

He lines himself up with her, and then bears down. At first, all she feels is pressure—then, slowly, he presses in. There’s no resistance. He glides into her as easily as he ever has, even as she clenches and flutters around him.

“Fuck—you feel so good.” Steph grips his shoulders, nails biting into his skin.

“H-hah. That’s my line.” Jason grins at her—though it fades as he pushes further into her, his eyes fluttering, lips parting around a soft sound of pleasure.

Steph wraps her legs around him, helping to draw him further into her. “Yeah? Does my pussy feel good around your cock?”

His hips twitch. “Yeah. You’re so—fuck. You’re so hot.”

Steph clenches around him deliberately, adoring the way his hips stutter, a moan filling his chest. “Good. ‘Cause I—I love the way you fill me up, baby.”

“Ah— Steph…” He tucks his face into her neck, their hips flush now. He’s let his weight settle over her again. It feels even better now that they’re joined together—connected as deeply as two people can be.

She cups the back of his head, turning to kiss and nibble at the shell of his ear. “Don’t get shy on me now,” she teases breathlessly. “You’re taking such good care of me, it’s only—unh, only right that I praise you for it.”

He sinks his teeth into her again, worrying another bruise not far from the first. She gasps, then moans, digging her nails into his shoulder. His hips roll, pulling out an inch or so before pushing back in.

“A-ah— God, Jay. Keep going, sweetheart, I want to feel you—wanna feel good with you.”

Jason doesn’t pull back very far. His thrusts stay shallow, his cock never leaving her more than an inch or two. Steph is in no hurry to reach her climax. She’s more than happy to keep him close and keep murmuring praise in his ear as the pleasure builds sweet and slow. It’s easy to get lost in it, until the muscles in her belly start to tighten. Jason’s thrusts pick up speed in response. His hand slips between their legs. It doesn’t take him long to find her clit, or to start circling it in time with his thrusts.

“C’mon,” he whispers. “Wanna, wanna see you come for me, gorgeous.”

Her breaths deepen, hips moving in time with his, his name on her tongue. The pleasure builds in waves, climbing higher and higher with every move until—finally—it crests, washing over her, her body seizing as she shudders through her climax. She can feel Jason’s breath as he pants. His own orgasm isn’t far behind.

“Please—please—Jay—” If her muscles weren’t turning to jelly, she’d tighten her legs around him, pull him closer, encourage him to seek his pleasure in her body. As it is, she’s limp under him. He must understand, though, or maybe he just can’t bring himself to leave the warmth of her, because he slows, but doesn’t stop. Not until his own orgasm rocks through him as he groans her name right into her ear, hips stuttering until they still, his cock pulsing inside her.

He moves off of her just enough so that his full weight isn’t bearing down on her. She holds him through the aftershocks, stroking his back, toying with the curls at the back of his neck. It helps ground her as much as it does him. When their breathing has slowed, Jason shifts again, though he doesn’t move off of her. The movement does cause his cock to slip from her—Steph doesn’t even want to know what kind of mess they just made out of her sheets, god.

That’s a problem for later Steph. Right now Steph is more than happy to stay in bed, cuddling with her boyfriend.

Bonus:

“Feel better?” Jason asks, the question nearly lost where his face is tucked into her shoulder.

“Mhm,” she hums. “Much better.” She leans her head against his, lips turning up. “So much for that bath.”

He laughs. “Mm, well. We could always split a shower here in, oh. Half an hour or so.”

Steph laughs brightly. “Maybe we should have started there. These sheets are going to be a pain in the ass to wash.”

“…yeah, probably should have put a towel down first,” Jason says, sounding sheepish. “Good thing we’re both pretty good at cleaning up bloodstains, huh?”

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[hydroponicjj]

you’re so drunk

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: 6 & 7 from this prompt list! basically just joking with jj while you’re drunk

word count: 1.5k

warnings: drinking, swearing, typos??

a/n: i’m so sorry that this is kinda short. i’ve been trying to write really cute fics but they all turn into shit and this is something that i’m kinda proud of. hope you enjoy <3

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“And that’s when I stuffed it in my mouth. No way he’d be able to see it there.” JJ joked, causing the tourons listening to erupt in laughter.

Every single time that there was a kegger thrown at the boneyard, JJ would tell the same story about how Heyward almost caught him smoking weed in Pope’s room.

Having heard it at least 17 times that night, it was easy to say that you were sick of the story that was exaggerated to gain a bigger, better reaction from the crowds listening.

“I’m going to go get a refill.” You excused yourself, removing the arm that JJ had draped around your waistline.

Nodding his head, he continued to explain the story, “It tasted like shit.” You heard his voice slowly mesh with the countless others at the party as you slowly made your way towards John B.

“The guest of honor.” He saluted, throwing his arms up.

You rolled your eyes, “Actually, the guest of honor is over there. I’m just his significant other.” You pointed, watching as John B’s gaze wandered to JJ surrounded by a group of at least 15 tourists.

“Shit. That’s at least 3 more people than last week.” He observed, reaching for the red solo cup that rested in your right hand, refilling it.

“Yeah,” You sighed, “I need to get drunk to hear him tell that damn story again.”

Looking around, you spotted Kie in a mosh-pit like dance circle. You had to admit; she knew how to blow off steam while partying, an attribute you wish you acquired.

“Thanks,” You grabbed the cup back from JB, taking a sip.

“My pleasure.”

Giving John B one last smile, you approached Kiara. She saw you almost immediately and excused herself from the cluster, “What’s wrong?”

Another amazing trait that Kie had was being able to tell when her friends were annoyed, disappointed, sad. Basically any emotion that wasn’t happy.

You didn’t respond, just gestured to where JJ stood. He had at least 4 more people listening to him than the last time that you checked.

Kie shook her head, “He’s telling that dumbass story again, isn’t he?”

“Yup.” You smiled.

“C’mon.” She grabbed your wrist, dragging you into the swarm she exited seconds prior.

Dancing was something that you didn’t do often, acknowledging that you were awful at it but, at least you had rhythm and Kie’s encouragement.

You downed your drink. You would need alcohol coursing through your veins to help you forget about your surroundings.

“I’m getting another drink, want one!?” Kie screeched, trying to be louder than the speaker that was blasting music mere feet away.

“P-Please,” You called out a response then watched as she navigated through the sweaty bodies.

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Fast forward one hour and you had at least 2 more cups plus a few shots provided by Kie.

“I-I’m like, on cloud nine right now.” You hiccuped, shrugging your shoulders as you laid in the sand next to Pope.

The later it got, the more people filtered in and out of the boneyard. There was still a suitable amount of people, but not nearly as many compared to when the event first started.

“I’ll go get JJ.” You had been talking to Pope for a while and that was the first thing he had said throughout the entire conversation.

“You go do that, bud. I’ll be right here.” You sluggishly replied.

While Pope searched for JJ, you took the time to rest your eyes. Your body was not tired but your eyes were beyond exhausted from walking through clouds of smoke to get to this side of the beach.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you okay?” You shot up instantly, startled.

“Shhhhhh, d-don’t be so loud.” You took a deep breath, “I’m fine, I feel on top of the world.”

“Is she high or drunk?” Pope whispered.

“A mix of both, I dunno,” JJ replied, groaning as he took a seat in the sand next to you.

Pope excused himself from the situation, feeling like he had done his part by letting you blabber on about absolutely nothing for 10 minutes.

“How much did you have to drink?” You rested your head in his lap, looking up at him with the biggest grin.

“Well, I had a little before leaving your meet and greet and then I had like two others with Kie-Kie.” You hummed the chorus of In My Feelings by Drake.

“Meet and Greet?” He questioned.

“Oh and don’t forget the shots.” You added.

“Y/N, stay focused, please. What do you mean by ‘meet and greet’?” He repeated himself.

“Yeah, I was scared shitless that Heyward would notice that I wasn’t speaking.” You mocked, lowering the tone of your voice while throwing your hands up in the air, almost slapping JJ.

“Oh, come on. It’s a funny story, not my fault that people love hearing it. Plus, I don’t tell it that much.” He defended himself, chuckling at your poor imitation of him.

“You told it to the same group of people, twice.” His face turned red, knowing that you had him trapped from the beginning.

“Wait, babe, help me up.” You tapped his shoulder, instantly forgetting about what the two of you were talking about. Inspiration had just hit you like a truck and you couldn’t ignore it.

Walking two feet away, you picked up a bone. It was most likely dragged down by a dog that belonged to a touron.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you,” You threw the object in his direction, erupting in laughter.

Usually, such a stupid joke would come from him, not you but booze brought out your inner JJ.

“Boo!” He used his hands to amplify the sound, throwing small handfuls of sand in your direction.

“B-babe,” You hiccuped, “Lemme, lemme try again.”

Trotting over to a pile of sticks, you picked up one in your right hand, “Looks like I’m in a sticky situation,”

You cackled, finding the joke hilarious. Again, JJ wasn’t finding it funny, but he gave you the benefit of the doubt, “You’re cute.”

“What can I say except, you’re welcome!” You belted, scaring yourself with your awful singing capabilities.

“Come on, let’s go.” He rolled his eyes playfully, walking over to you, gently wrapping his arms around you so you could walk without losing your footing.

“Wait,” You stopped in your tracks, “Were my jokes really that bad?” You questioned, lip poking out.

“Do you want me to lie or tell the truth?” He joked, turning his head so he didn’t have to see your expression.

“Whatevaaaa.” You scoffed, continuing to walk in the chateau's direction with him.

[angstchim]

Rendezvous | pjm

Park Jimin x Reader Vampire Au ft Taehyung

➻ Rating: M

➻ II. Parasitism | IV. Start Anew

III. As The Saying Goes

"Here's a manuscript that needs to be edited , as well as the authors outlines and latest chapters. These need to be edited and handed into review two business days from now. When you finish them , take them to break room and slip them into the mailbox for the publishing department. There can't be any mistakes as they will be sent straight to publishers, no typos, or wrong grammar otherwise the higher ups chew out the boss's ass and in return he chew out our asses. Make sure your print out copies too." You tried explaining to Taehyung, but all he did was stare at you.

He had the blankest expression, his eyes just bore into you. “Taehyung?!" You waved a hand in front of him. "Did you listen to anything I said?" He blinked at you, a coy smile plastered across his face. "You didn't didn't you?" You sighed. You had been working with Taehyung for three days now and in that time you were able to get to know him really well. More like, you were able to observe a few things about him. Like that, he was a rather aloof person, he daydreamed and zoned out quite a bit, because of that you were constantly repeating yourself. He stared quite often too. More often than not he was staring at you. You're not sure wether it was because you didn't shave your mustache yet this week, or the fact that maybe you had a pimple , but his staring was a bit off putting. However, his personality made up for it .

"I was listening ." He replies .

"Oh really, were you now ? Tell me what I said then." You snarikily shot back. You were met with silence in reply. "See, you can't even tell what I just got done explaining to you."Quick to prove you wrong. "Yes I can!" He whined. Whining. He did that a lot. Every time he did it, it sent shivers down your spine . The way his husky voice let out whines was simply criminal. Today was no exception . "Then do it." You challenged.

"Only if I get a prize ." He haggled “What are you 12?",You sassed

"I get a prize if I do it." He haggled once more “Fine." You foolishly agreed. “Go out for drinks with me this afternoon, after work." He quickly staked his claim.

"Taehyung-" You interjected only to be shut down by a "You can't object." He gave you an innocent boxy smile . "Those need to be edited." He nodded off to the stack of manuscripts on his desk. "Turn them in, in two days to publishing ,mistake free of course , after printing copies." He summarized.

You clicked your tongue in defeat. Drinks with Taehyung it was.

A days work came to end and when it did Taehyung led you out of the office building, ushering you to a nearby bar, that he claimed to be his favorite. "I love this place!" He chimed , as the two of you sat on barstools , the bartender already setting glasses down for the two of you.

"It's a nice little place." You replied , looking around the bar. Small nicknacks adorned the shelves , nice wooden chairs and tables , hanging lights . It was cozy."What would you like to drink?" The bartender asked "A red wine please , any kind is fine ." You answered. The bartender nodded , turning to Taehyung , "the usual ?"

"Yup." He smiled .

"The usual? You must come here a lot for them to know what you usually order." You chuckled .

"I did say this was my favorite. Did I not ?" He chuckled .

"You did ."The bartender returned, both drinks in hand, Taehyung paid the tab, only after he shot down your offer to pay like twenty times. With alcohol in your systems , the both you loosed up. Talking about your upbringings, family , likes and dislikes , and how you both came to work for the company. Needless to say ,Taeyhung was a great drinking partner and you enjoyed his company a lot . Soon, everyday the two you went drinking together .

It became routine. It became sacred . Soon enough the boundaries of coworkers were pushed to friends . Which got pushed to pushed to best friends . Only to be pushed more , when the two of you drunkenly stubbled back to your apartment one late Friday evening after work.”H-Hurry up its cold!" Taehyung slurred as he leaned his weight on you while you punched in the pin to your apartment.

"N-No shit Sherlock!" You laughed Once you successfully succeeded in opening your apartment door the both of your stumbled in there falling in the entryway, while fumbling to get your shoes off. Too drunk to feel any pain as Taehyung's larger form landed on top of you. Trapping you between the floor and his body. "Oof , you're heavy ." You wheezed as you felt your lungs strain because of the added weight. "Tae?"

“Y/n?" Taehyung whispered , voice holding a certain seriousness to it. “Mhm?" You hummed , looking up at Tae as he still laid atop of you, arms holding his weight so he wasn't squishing you. “Can I kiss you ?" His words , causing you to freeze as you laid there underneath the handsome male. Jimin's face and ghost touches suddenly came to mind. That cruel,selfish, vampire even had you ensnared when you were underneath another man. Taehyung. Why couldn't you like him instead? He was kind, the two of you shared so much in common, he cherished your company , and he was human?

To get over someone, get under someone else. That saying echoing in your mind.

"Yes." You whispered. Taehyung flashed you his boxy smile , a relieved look on his face as he closed the gap between the two of you. His plush,  thin lips molded themselves against yours. He baited you in, with languid, sensual kisses, small nips and licks here and there as he tested the waters. You reciprocating his advances, your fingers lacing themselves in his silver locks, pushing him against you.

Getting your message, he wasted no time nipping your lips. Asking for entry. Which you, willingly gave . His wet muscle eagerly exploring the newfound territory, his taste coating the inside of your mouth, he tasted of liquor. No surprise, yet you couldn't get enough of him. Your tongue tangled with his as he tilted your head with a delicate hand to deepen the kiss. The action leaving you moaning under him, as he ran his tongue along the roof of your mouth. The need for air causing the two of you to part, a wet string of saliva connecting the two of you. Both of you huffing messes, chests heaving with want, eyes lidded , pupils darkened, and the growing heat in the pit of your stomachs driving the two of you over the edge.

"Bedroom.Now." You heaved . Not needing to be told twice , Taehyung got off you with haste, the two of your scrambling to reach your bedroom. Flinging the door open, a giggling, tangled mess of limb, landed on your bed . The two of you filled with laughter as Taehyung pecked every spot on your face imaginable.  His lips trailing off of your cheeks and chin down to your neck.  His feathery kisses turning into not so innocent love bites as he mercilessly, latches himself onto your neck.

Your hands had already begun making a mess of his silver locks as he continued to suck your sweet spots. His mouth making a moaning mess out of you. Your lewd pants and moans encouraging him, the lower he trailed down your neck. “Let's get this off of you." He said through a muffled voice as his teeth latched onto the collar of your work blouse.

"Same goes for you." You huffed, hands making work of his dress shirt , fingers fumbling to undo its flimsy buttons. Hisses of annoyance left your lips as you kept fumbling with the damned blouse. “Impatient aren't we?" He chuckled, pecking your neck as he stripped you of your blouse, skilled fingers unclasping your bra, both thrown into an unknown corner of the room. “Hmph." Was your only response as you continued to unbutton his shirt, all the fumbling worth it when you see his sun kissed torso right in front of you. All of his beauty at your disposal, your mouth watering with the need to touch him, taste him, mark him. Nails yearning to sink themselves into that toned sunkissed chest. His pert pink nipples temping you. A woman starved.

"God, you look fucking beautiful!" He groaned. His large hands already cupping your mounds. Thumbs viciously pinching and flicking your sensitive nubs. “Oh fuck, Tae!" You whine, back arching a bit as his mouth hungrily lapped at your breast. His tongue and teeth making work of your raw nub, his other hand kneading the neglected nipple of your other breast.

"Say my name just like that baby. The way you moan sounds so fucking good." He slurps as his tongue begging to flick the tip of your abused nipple , back arching even more as your hands claw their way into his hair , shoving his head into your chest you needed more .  Your moans loud and shameless. “Take your pants off!" You whined , your fingers already sliding off your pencil skirt, tossing it to join with the rest of the unwanted clothing.

"God I love how fucking needy you are. You haven't even seen my cock yet and you're already begging." Another impatient whine leaves lips as you begin to palm Taehyung through his trousers. "Ahhh, fuck you're dirty. Alright babygirl sit pretty for just a minute and I'll give you what you want." He smirks . Hands unbuckling his belt, he unzipped his pants, kicked them off.  Taehyung in nothing but his boxers briefs, "Take your panties off babygirl, lemme give you a little reward." Your hands had never reacted so fast in your life as you quickly tossed your panties aside, a string of slick connecting the flimsy undergarment to your aching core.

"Mhm, What a dirty girl. Do I get you that wet? Huh? Your pussy so needy that it needs to spill all over your slutty panties ?" You bit down a moan. Hearing such filth spill from Taehyung's lips only made your core throb even more . Your walls clenching around nothing. Aching to be stuffed with Taehyung's cock. Taehyung's chest heaved as he cupped your pussy. "Answer my question baby girl. Is your pussy that needy?" He growled into your ear, his voice so deep and velvety that you couldn't stop the wetness that dripped out onto his hand as he cupped your arching core. You heard his breath hitch as he realized what you just did. "Fuck you're filthy, so fucking filthy."

"Fuck Tae, do something please!" You beg, your hands latching themselves around his boxers tugging them down. You didn't care anymore . You wanted dick and you wanted it now. Mouth watering as it sprang free from it cotton prison. The crown of it already leaking with precum. 

A loud groan escaped Taehyung's lips and you pushed him down onto the bed . Now you were in control and there would be none of this 'Patience' nonsense . You wasted no time climbing into Tae's lap, leaving a trail of love bites along of the inside of his thighs. Now he was the one who was tangling his hands into your hair begging for more. Which you generously gave. Hands wrapping around his shaft as you pumped him, your mouth sucking love bites along his abdomen, red marks which would soon be purple decorated Taehyung's dick. A work of art. After giving a few special caresses and kisses to his balls. You took him into your mouth.

"Oh god y/n don't stop. Just like that suck on me." He cried shamelessly. The salty taste wasn't unpleasant. You hungrily sucked, cheeks hallowed, tongue running along his veins. You sucked him like he was the best fucking sucker you've ever had. His hands tugging on your hair only encouraged you. "Do I taste good baby? Do you like how my cock tastes that much?"

“Mhmm." You hummed evilly knowing you'd be sending the vibrations right up his dick. You felt rewarded hearing him gasp for breath. “Oh god,  y/n don't stop babygirl, you were made for sucking cock. I always stared at your pretty little lips while you talked. Wondering how'd they feel wrapped around my cock."

That shot straight to your core. Causing you to let out another evil moan around his cock. "That's pretty evil baby girl." He huffed . Evil? He wanted evil? A new sense of determination flooding through you as you pulled back. "Y/n why did you stop-" , you took a quick breath before taking him fully, his perfect mushroom tip hitting the far back of your throat. The slight burn making your core weep even more.

"Holy shit baby girl , stop, stop, stop, I'm gonna cum, not yet baby girl , Holy fucking shit!" Taehyung cried , your scalp a bit sore from all his tugging.You give his tip one last loving lick , before letting him fall from your lips with a 'pop'.

"Repay the favor and fuck my needy little cunt into the mattress." You cheekily demanded. Taehyung stared at you stunned. Not knowing were your sudden confidence came from. You didn't know where it came from either to be honest. But Taehyung's reaction only fed that newfound confidence. His dick twitching with anticipation.

“Be careful what you wish for babygirl." He growled. Flipping you over , your ass against his abdomen. "If you're gonna act like a greedy bitch you're gonna get fucked like a greedy bitch."He snarled. Without warning Taehyung thrusts himself into you, hands crisscrossed on your hips, fingers digging themselves into you, no doubt there will be bruises. You could care less about bruises, the way Taehyung's dick was hitting you just right sent you into a crazed heat. Fingers clawing your bedsheets as he bottomed out, balls deep inside you could feel them smacking against your clit as he thrusted himself into your heat. Making it his mission to shove his penis so far up your pussy that you'd feel it for days to come.

"Ahhh Fuck Taehyung!" You moan, his dick shoved so deep into you that you were starting to see white . “What is it baby girl?" He grunts , thrusts becoming sloppier but still just as rough ,  lewd squelching noises filling the room as he blundered his cock further and further into your pussy, arms still crisscrossed for better coordination. "Answer me baby girl." He growls, thrusts becoming harsher the longer the had to wait. "What" thrust "is" thrust " it!"

"Don't stop, I-I'm gonna c-cum!" You whined , fingers rubbing your clit erratically, as Taehyung stuffs your tight little pussy with his cock, stretching your clenched walls. Thrusts loosing their coordination as Taehyung feels a familiar heat coil in his stomach. "I'm c-close too , babygirl."  With a few more thrusts your walls clenched around Taehyung just right as he shot his load into you. Your hungry pussy making sure to milk him for every last drop he had. Giving your ass a loving tap, he pulled out . The two of you collapsing into a tangled mess of limbs once more . Exhaustion getting the better of the two of you.

A constant pounding on your front door woke you from your drunken sleep. "Who the fuck is pounding on my door like that?!" You hissed. Hand searching for you phone on your nightstand, when you couldn't find it you turned your head , to see an empty spot beside you. Taehyung? Rubbing the sleep for your eyes, you looked around your room to see just your scattered clothes on the ground. Sitting up you reached for your phone on the nightstand, however attached to your phone was a sticky note.

I got called into work for overtime, I didn't want to wake you when you were so peacefully sleeping.

Relief washed over you knowing that your friendship with Taehyung wasn't completely ruined. "God Dammit! Y/n if you don't open this fucking door I'm kicking it down !" A muffled yell came from your front door.

Jimin. Holy fuck. You've never crawled out of bed so fast in your life . Disposing of your scattered blouse and skirt, heart haywire as your searched for your panties. Once you found the flimsy cloth, you bent over to pick it up only to feel a cold liquid run down your thighs. You let out a hiss, cursing yourself for not washing up last night. Too rushed to do anything you slid the panties back on, catching what you could of Taehyung's 'parting gift' in the panties as you pushed it against your core. "Give me a minute , I just got to do something!!" You called out . Why were you such a fucking idiot . Every Friday you spent it at Jimin's for the usual , feed and disappear game the two of you played.

Grabbing the largest hoodie you could find you threw it on, making sure it covered your hickies and bruises . Another one of Taehyung's 'parting gifts'. Lastly, throwing on a pair of sweatpants you opened the door for Jimin.

You didn't want Jimin to find out . You knew you had nothing to be guilty for . You were an adult woman , this was your body, you could do whatever . It was your temple. Yet, you felt guitly. You honestly didn't know wether or not Jimin went around sleeping with anyone. You imagined he did . I mean a guy like that ? Who wouldn't fuck around if they looked like Park Jimin. “Why didn't you come see me yesterday ?" He huffed as he strolled into your apartment .

"I forgot ." You were telling the truth. You did forget. He rolled his eyes . "How could you forget ? We've been doing this for weeks." He muttered . "Anyways I'm hungry, where's your bed? I haven't fed all week so I'm starved and I'll be nibbling off of you for a while , you'll be feeling light headed afterwards." He stated, already trudging down your hall to your bedroom.

"Why don't we just do it on my couch?" You nervously asked . Jimin stopped in his tracks , his hand already your bedroom's doorknob . However, without needing to enter your bedroom he knows exactly what happened. You forgot Jimin had a heightened sense of smell, it was pretty hard to miss . Hell , the reason you were even in the mess was because of his damn nose . And his nonsense that you smelled good.

“Y/n" his voice a bit harsh. His black fringe obscuring your view of his face. You went silent . His naturally nonchalant personality was now cold and honestly you couldn't tell what he was feeling. He let none it show. "Y/n" He repeated , voice a bit more stern.

"Yeah?" You replied , wanting to hide . You didn't want to talk about this. “Let me see your neck." He demanded . His tone sent chills down your spine that only made you obey his commands. Slowly, you pulled down the hood of the jacket, letting your red and purple bruised neck be seen by Jimin. "Y/n" Jimin repeated his voice cold. "Who was it ?"

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

More of the Misadventures of Aish rereading Misadventures and fixing typos, like a cowardly fool because I can’t sleep

chapters 21-25 oh no here we go

(actually I did this in like November on my phone but only just now remembered that I never posted it so here ya go, this is all weeks old)

Okay so with the chapter titles, I didn’t actually start naming them until about ch27 or so, but I had already nicknamed this chapter something like “IT’S FRIENDSHIP YOU COWARDS” bc this one got a surprising amount of notes on tumblr and I’m 99% sure most of the people who read it did not realize that this is in fact a Kimax fic

And also THIS CHAPTER WAS THE TURNING POINT. I could either have kept the fic rly lighthearted until way near the end, or decide to start shoving in the Angst much quicker. 3 guesses what I picked >:D

Oh highkey same Alix?? except for me it’s not superpowers or anything it’s just called “anxiety disorder”

The obliviousness physically pains me

I’m the guard who just blatantly lets Alix steal popcorn. also why was there just casually popcorn there. god I don’t even know what I was thinking when I wrote any of this

Oh yeah I remember!! I was mad at people setting off the smoke alarm while making popcorn in the middle of the night!! just uni things am I right

...why am I noticing now that the whole popcorn thing is just a metaphor for Kim’s entire love life I am going to throw this fic out of the window I swear

IT REALLY IS, UGH I HATE THIS, ARE YOU TELLING ME I DID THAT BY ACCIDENT

this is a freaking game of Civilization where one civ takes a runaway lead in the science victory while the rest are all still stuck in the industrial era

Kim is me watching dinosaur movies too tbh, dinosaurs are so frickin rad

well this is depressing

and adorable

I hate so much that I know what the Bad Dream means I hate it I hate it I h

IT’S OKAY KIM I’M PROUD OF YOU, YOU’RE MY SON AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

“It’s not up to you to question why people care about you so just roll with it” damn past me, that’s actually some really good advice???

Alix is a Kimax shipper even this early in the fic, btw. whenever she talks to them about each other she’ll always say stuff like “oh yeah you two are so close” or “he cares about you so much” without specifying whether she means that platonically... my dudes... she’s shipping it

Kim having an existential crisis in early hours of the morning is such a mood because it’s 2am and I’m having one right now

BAD FORESHADOWING, YES BAD THINGS ARE GOING TO START HAPPENING SOON LIKE ASSASSINATIONS AND STUFF, YOU WEREN’T WRONG

Alright chapter 22 now

the carriage guards!! my favourite characters in the entire fic!!!!!! they’re the BEST okay they just casually chill at school through the entire thing and only show up again in the last chapter omg they’re so amazing I love them??? absolute LEDGES

Kim’s parents being all like “yeah if our son doesn’t wanna come home from school then just KIDNAP HIM and bring him back lmao”

“Hey, do you want me to threaten your guards with my snake or something?” WAS THAT FORESHADOWING??? BECAUSE SHE VERY MUCH DOES DO THAT LATER. TO DIFFERENT GUARDS YES BUT IT’S LEGIT A THING SHE DOES

talking on the phone is stressful? yes it’s that good old “anxiety disorder” again, really a pain tbh

god I’m so proud of Kim, already that good good character development

also Kim’s grandma is me

omg I have to put Kim and Alix’s dumb chess games in the sequel, I came up with an entire thing about how they blatantly cheat etc and it’s ridiculous and Max gets a headache whenever he has to “referee” (aka make sure they don’t fight), it’s so great okay

me: *thinks about chapter 34 and throws up*

oh I’m the snake too btw. the snake also will hate chapter 34

Max holy moly repressing your feelings isn’t healthy??? stop that

hhhhhhh chapter Lila now, like literally that’s the entire chapter 23, it’s basically just Lila

this is just the damn Volpina episode

dupainchien!!!!! dupainchien!!!!!!!!!

I know this isn’t even that much of a big deal in this fic but like... can Marinette and Adrien just get together already lmao

hskdjhdkjfhgs for the record Lila and Kim is actually a pretty good ship?? but they’d both try to out-brag each other and it would be ridiculous so uh

hm anyways. time for CHAPTER AROACE

Kim’s like. ABOUT TO start falling for Max oh thank god, I need this

Lila: *just stabs Kim’s homework with a parasol*

Kim just... Did That??? WE STAN

(oh and later note: in this he just treats Lila like how Adrien treated her in Chameleon lol)

I remember at this point I wasn’t sure if Lila would actually really return in the fic, and then literally like 2 chapters later I brought her back already because damn that girl needs a redemption arc

do I hug Kim or do I hug Max?? you FOOLS, you ABSOLUTE BUFFOONS, I am going to hug ALIX for having to deal with all their romo bullshit

Max trying to get drunk on orange juice is the mood

JULEKA’S MAGICAL GAYDAR!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!

(also Juleka is absolutely wearing a Reflekta dress)

Juleka, outright: “Max. my dude. alix is aroace you dense idiot. you are all idiots. you absolute fuckwits.”

I’m still the snake btw

hhhhhhhhhh I wanna make a daisy chain now, or just go outside and sprawl in some grass, I can’t because it’s 2.30am and I live in the city and it’s winter, screw this fic for making me miss my school days

oh no I’m having an allergic reaction again

I mEAN IT’S CUTE THO, IT’S CUTE, BUT I KNOW WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN A BIT LATER SO THIS IS JUST PAINFUL

“You need more sleep” me calling myself out

I am going to hit Kim over the head,,

STOP BEING WEIRD JUST TELL HER YOU LIKE HER?? GOOD GOD I DON’T EVEN SHIP IT AND I STILL WANT YOU TO GET A BLOODY MOVE ON

oh good, he wants to smack himself in the face too

no nonono no Alix I think you are cute too. but you see, I mean it in the adopting way. but you ARE objectively adorable (source: the Reverser episode and also like all the other episodes) people just don’t say it in this au because of your TERRIFYING PET SNAKE

she offered to give him a telephone... lov that foreshadowing

*unimpressed* “are you in love with me?” OH FUCKING FINALLY

skdfhskdjfhsd avoiding people and having a heart attack when someone knocks on your door? I see the return of that anxiety disorder eh

Alix didn’t bring the snake (me) with her on purpose bc she knows Kim is still a bit scared of it at this point and doesn’t want him to be in a bad mood while she’s crushing his heart and soul

GOD YES I LOVE THIS SCENE

I hate myself because when I was writing this I was thinking “oh mood?? oh mood worm same hat???” and yet still. didn’t. realize. I’m. aro. *le sigh*

I’m gonna cry this is so sweet

“So are bossy, intimidating, hot girls your type?” no actually because Ondine is neither bossy nor intimidating (tho yeah she is hot) (and not particularly relevant in this fic unfortunately)

Alix is not in fact as oblivious as she claims to be btw, she just thinks it would sound mean to say “oh yeah I guessed you had a thing for me but I aggressively ignored it bc it annoyed me since I’m aroace lmao”

I’m genuinely going to hecking cry omg I remember now why this was my Ultimate Brotp for so long ugh it’s so good, @ ZAG LET KIM AND ALIX BE FRIENDS

I’m laughing?? so hard??? at the fact that their height difference is so ridiculous that literally like he has to kneel down??? god this is the funniest thing

oh also btw she was internally debating with herself like “should I give him the mistletoe kiss?? sounds gross but I feel so bad for him dammit” and decided to right there on the spot because she was lowkey curious anyway, which I’ll be honest is still an aro mood

OMG I’M ACCIDENTALLY SUCH A GENIUS OMG LISTEN NO LEMME EXPLAIN

SO LIKE. there are two (2) instances in this fic where I tried to pretend to be funny by dropping in the word “heartrate”. one is near the beginning, and the other is right here

in other words, the exact start and end points of Kim’s crush on Alix?? AND I DID THAT BY ACCIDENT OMG I’VE CHANGED MY MIND I’M PROUD OF MYSELF NOW

oh... oh no. uh oh. the dreaded evil Chapter Twenty Hecking Five

it’s called “Pain” for a reason. also my OG nickname for it was “Death”. also for a reason.

I even listened to Death Valley (the FOB song) on repeat while writing it (along with the next like 9 chapters lol) because the word DEATH just seemed so accurate

no really this is THE real turning point in the fic, where it stops being just a dumb teen movie and starts being all A N G S T Y

like this is the first chapter that has NO lightheartedness AT ALL

okay. here we go

this is all??? foreshadowing??? for dumb chapters like 30 and 34??? I Hate

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE SNAKE

I’M HAVING A HEART ATTACK JUST READING THESE WORDS THIS IS SO HORRIFYING ALEXA PLAY DEATH VALLEY

this is the equivalent of seeing a kwami die, for the record. like I know kwamis can’t die but THIS IS HOW IT WOULD FEEL

god this is even worse in hindsight knowing what happens later, bc poor Alix is all like @ herself “oh well it’s a nightmare so it’s not real” and I’m just like... oh dear. honey. sweetie. welp. I mean on the bright side you’re psychic so that’s kinda cool right

I love how Jalil is actually really sweet and a genuinely cool brother, you just never get to see it when Kim’s around bc he hates Kim lmao (I mean for good reasons..)

“I can’t live without this snake!” I MEAN YOU’RE NOT WRONG

these timeline powers are SO cursed man. why was I so evil and cruel holy actual shit

(the whole “some character deaths but not really” tag refers to all this clusterfuck btw)

okay it’s funny how this bit with Adrien is the Collector episode despite it not having aired yet when I wrote this, I guess I’m psychic too

Nathalie being sympathetic huh? not so much in the sequel when I get round to it...

Adrikins being all “I DEMAND TO SPEAK TO THE MANAGER” I’m dying

uh yeah there’s a difference between being grounded, and like, literal actual house arrest

damn... capitalism really is bad

so is imperialism

fix this damn typo thing where I used the word “soon” twice in one sentence like was that really necessary

DUPAINCHIEN

I love how Kim is so obviously bi that even Marinette notices and straight-up tries to set him up with a hot commoner boy

oh noes here comes The Death

Hi Aish Snekwami, I am afraid

god imagine how horrible it must be??? to have something traumatic happen in another timeline but you’re still aware of it in this one so you still suffer the effects even though nothing bad happened in this timeline????

Max shows up for two seconds this chapter to remind everyone that I have an anxiety disorder again and then hecks off, good for him

HOLY FUCK?!?!?! IMAGINE LITERALLY DYING ACTUAL DEATH IN ANOTHER TIMELINE AND EVEN THOUGH YOU SURVIVE IN THIS ONE YOU STILL HAVE TO LIKE. FEEL THE WHOLE TIME YOU’RE DYING OF GODDAMN COBRA VENOM HOLY FUCK WHY DID I MAKE THIS SO ANGSTY

I mean I think I remember writing this when I was on a very heavy painful period which full-on incapacitated me but like even that’s nowhere near as bad as fucking. snake. bite (ye I did some research, it was creepy...)

man this is so evil... I can’t

THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO DIE

god that’s so haunting ughhhhhhhhh

honestly whenever I stub my toe etc I always think to myself “is this karma for that time I lowkey killed Alix off in chapter 25?” and yeah, it probably is

OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH FOR NOW

[beatricethecat2]

out of place/out of mind - 3

(Read first) one step forward, two steps back (v.2.0):part 1+ part 2 (Previously) out of place, out of mind: part 1, part 2

Pushing forward with this while I have the headspace. Please note: it gets darker before it gets lighter but will wrap up on a positive note. It has six chapters, so we're hitting the middle. I'll fix typos later and thanks for reading!

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“She isn’t she waking up. Why isn’t she waking up?” Myka asks.

“I’m not sure,” Vanessa answers, checking Helena’s vitals again.

“You said she wasn’t shot. Why isn’t she waking up?”

“Give her a minute,” Steve says.

“Where’s the gun. I need to go back.”

“Mykes, no,” Pete pleads.

“Give me the gun!"

“It’s not here,” Steve says, holding up the empty static bag.

“Guys, look!” Claudia says, waving a hand for the group to move closer. She turns her laptop for everyone to see.

“They finished the film?” Myka clicks the down arrow on its Wikipedia page.

“Looks like it. Lemme see if I can find it.” Claudia spins the laptop back and clicks through several screens. Myka circles behind and hovers over her shoulder.

“That’s it! Fast forward. I’ll tell you where to stop.” Claudia drags the cursor over the play bar. As thumbnails form, Myka's hit with a wave of deja vu.

“There. Stop there,” Myka says, pointing.

Claudia clicks play and sits back so everyone can see. At first, the scene plays out as Myka remembers, "the cowboy" rushes Jamison and Mary runs to the sidelines. But when Mary trips, she’s caught by her maids, and a shot is fired off camera. The crowd rushes in and pulls "the cowboy" off of Jamison, revealing Jamison’s been injured, but not fatally. "The cowboy’s" hands are tied behind his back, and he's nearly executed on the spot, but Mary’s mother steps in and demands a fair trial.

“No,” Myka says. “No, no, no…dammit! How are we going to get her back now?”

“We’ll figure something out. We always do! At least we know she’s ok in the end,” Pete says.

“But bad stuff happens after this, like jail, and exile, and war.”

“We’ll get her out before any of that.”

Myka looks anxiously around the room.

“We will,” Abigail says.

“Ditto,” says Claudia.

“On it,” says Steve.

Myka nods then walks across the room and sits on the edge of Helena’s bed. She wants to cry but fights it by squeezing Helena's hand. Out of all of the stupid things to happen, this is the stupidest, ever. Why does a cataclysmic reaction happen if they're together for more than five minutes? When Helena gets back, she’s locking her in her room and never letting her near an artifact again.

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Myka watches Helena’s chest rise and fall, not trusting the machines to tell her when a change occurs.

“I hope we didn’t unbronze you too soon,” she says as if Helena can hear, “but we didn't want you to wake up in there, alone. We thought you’d be back sooner, after Claudia zapped to your doorstep, but the movie’s taking it’s sweet time to end. It’s been long three years, and you’re a little worse for wear, but we’ll fix you, I promise. Fix everything.”

She takes hold Helena’s hand and leans forward, placing a light kiss on Helena’s cheek. "I’ve missed you so much. I can’t even…” She rests her forehead Helena’s, then kisses it and sits up. “Just come back, ok? I’m waiting."

She spends every available moment camped out by Helena's side, but as days pass, the whole gang takes turns. After a week with no change, Abigail suggests they roll in a cot. Myka brings armfuls of clothes and books from her room.

And then late one night, passed out, fully clothed, after an exhausting mission, Myka’s woken by a jarring clatter.

“Let me help you,” she says, sliding off the cot and crouching down, taking hold of Helena’s upper arms. She helps Helena rise and props her up against the bed, but as Helena finds her balance, she jerks out of her grip.

“Where am I?' Helena says, her eyes darting around the room.

“You’re home,” Myka says, taking a step back and assessing Helena’s state of mind. From the look in her eyes, she’s totally spooked, so she’d better approach her with caution.

“This is no home I know. Where are my wife and child?” Helena pushes off the bed and limps towards the window. Myka reaches out to assist, but Helena swerves out of reach.

“They’re not here. Only you,” Myka says. She moves toward the door and clicks the lock shut.

“Am I your prisoner?” Helena says, studying the Warehouse office.

“No.”

“Then why have you locked the door?”

“For your safety,” Myka says, but the grave look Helena gives proves how unconvincing it sounds. “Let me just…” She slips out her phone and manages a brief text before Helena snatches it out of her hands.

“Is this weapon?” Helena asks, turning the device over in her hands, staring at it strangely.

“It’s a phone.”

Helena pushes a button, and when the screen lights up, she hurls it across the room. The phone smacks against the wall then drops to the floor.

“Hey, that was new!”

“Open the door, now. I’ll not be kept against my will.”

“You’re not. The movie’s over. You’re back at the Warehouse.”

“Stop talking gibberish. Release me this instant. I’ll not be hanged for crimes I did not commit.”

“No one wants to hang you."

Helena rushes at Myka and slams her up against the wall, pressing her forearm forcibly to her throat. She yanks Myka’s tesla from her belt and points it at her face. “Release me, or I’ll break your neck.”

“Helena, stop,” Myka says, staring directly into Helena's eyes. When Myka doesn’t struggle, Helena lessens her hold.

“What did you call me?”

“Helena,” Myka says, rubbing her throat. “It’s your name.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is."

“My name is…” Helena’s brow furrows, but she’s unable to form an answer. "What is yours?”

“Myka."

“Myka,” Helena repeats, blinking as if she’s circuit shorted.

“Myka Bering. You remember me."

There’s a flash of recognition before Helena scowls and shoves Myka towards the door. “Open it. Show me the way out.”

She waves the tesla at Myka and Myka sighs. Why is this always an uphill battle?

“You’re not going to like it out there.”

Myka takes her time unlocking the door, thinking she might grab the tesla and knock Helena out. But Helena’s brain might choose that moment to remember she knows Kempo. Better to stall and wait for backup than be a useless lump on the floor. She opens the door and steps back as Helena dashes out.

“Don’t touch anything,” Myka says, following, but keeping her distance. Helena’s sizable limp is not debilitating enough to render her less of a threat.

“Open it,” Helena says, pointing the tesla at Myka while yanking on a door handle.

“I need my card from my pocket.”

“Card?”

“It’s like a key. It goes in that box with the red light, next to the door.”

Helena glances at the box. “Do it.”

Myka she searches through her pockets, and finds the card, decides to stall. "It’s in my jacket, back in the room.”

“You’d best not be lying or I’ll—“ Helena fires a shot at Myka’s feet, but is ill-prepared for the blast. She's knocked back against the wall, and the gun drops from her hands.

Myka kicks the tesla away and rushes toward Helena, catching her before she slides to the floor.

“What in god’s name was—"

“Yo, H.G., wassup!” Claudia greets as the door flies open. Pete, Steve, and Abigail file in behind her.

“Sorceress!” Helena exclaims at the sight of Claudia. She breaks free of Myka’s hold and bolts across the room, cowering in a corner.

Myka scrambles next to her, but Helena’s eyes remain glued to Claudia.

“What’s with her?” Pete asks.

“It was you, you witch. You brought me here,” Helena sneers.

“Hey, no name calling. Why the surprise? I told you this was going to happen.”

“You were dreamt up in a fever. All of you. Excluding you,” Helena says, eyes narrowing at Abigail. “You, I’m not familiar with."

“Come on, H.G., think! You know where you are. I bet you have all your teeth. And the scar over your eye is gone,” Claudia says.

Helena runs her tongue over her teeth and skims a finger over her forehead.

“No more limp.”

“Still a limp,” Myka says. “But she fell off the bed."

“I wasn't aware I had a choice,” Helena says, flexing her leg.

“See, I wasn’t lying,” Claudia says, flashing a smug grin.

“You're no less a sorceress,” Helena says, slipping Myka’s tesla from behind her and pointing it at Claudia. She pulls the trigger and hits Pete and Steve, too and all three fall to the ground. Abigail holds up her hands and backs into a corner.

Myka tackles Helena, but Helena’s newfound strength wins out. Helena pins Myka down, then hops up and runs out the door.

“Damnit!” Myka says, sitting up, slapping her hands on the floor.

“Should we go after her?” Abigail asks, checking Steve’s pulse.

“She took the tesla. We can track it. She won’t get far.”

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The tesla was a bust, found ditched in a ditch the next day, Helena dumped it the minute it ran out of power. But eventually, they found her, camped out near a river, unsure of who or where she was. She’d claimed hazy memories of the Warehouse and a pair of deep green eyes convinced her she sit tight.

Artie doesn’t buy her amnesia and insists she writes a report, but Abigail says she needs a lot of counseling to complete such a task. Helena spends hours with Abigail, writing in journals to shape her thoughts, and together they create timelines, separating fact from fiction. "The cowboy’s" psyche holds fast but, little by little, Helena’s consciousness returns, and when her eyes glaze over, Myka knows she's fighting to stay present. And surprisingly, or perhaps not, given her utter tenacity, tiny traces of Emily resurface occasionally. Abigail says it’s difficult for Helena to compartmentalize, that there’s a fight in her mind for dominant persona, and there’s no telling which one she might be manifesting at any given time.  

Myka’s heart aches watching Helena struggle without knowing who she is, but she does what she can to help her remember. She talks with her every night, in a casual, friendly kind of way, adding details whenever possible to the things she’s remembered. They read books together, ones Helena’s written or ones Helena would be familiar with, to encourage more recollections to surface. She often stays by Helena’s side until Helena drifts off, usually on the couch together, or sitting closeby in an armchair.

A few weeks in, after much deliberation, Pete and Abigail convince Myka to get back in the field. They claim that for Helena heal, things need to get back to normal, so she tears herself away to work a retrieval. When a blundered interview drags the trip out, she has a mini-breakdown about Helena in front of Pete. Pete talks her down, saying what H.G. needs is time, and what she needs is to start living again. He says to keep the faith, he's sure everything will work out, but Myka remains unconvinced.

She makes a bee-line to check on Helena when they arrive early in the AM, but the pristine state of her room raises an alarm. She searches downstairs, but the couch is unoccupied, as is the library and both porches. She stares out into the dark, assuming Helena's roaming the streets again, as she often does to ease her restless mind.

Myka goes back to the SUV, but wobbles as she opens the door, a wave of exhaustion hitting her all at once. She shuts the door and rests her head on it, closing her eyes, further recalling Pete’s words. “You can’t force her to get better, and you can’t chase after her every minute of the day.”  He's right; maybe now is the time to face the facts. She trudges up to her room, feeling like a fool the minute she enters, for there is Helena, curled up, fast asleep in her bed.

From there on in, without formal discussion, Helena slept, sometimes soundly, mostly restlessly, next to Myka every night. Glimpses of the old Helena began shining through more often, a bounce in her step, an off the cuff quip, an amorous look in her eyes. Abigail said Helena's progress exceeded her expectations, and Myka began to feel like their future was bright.

Until one day, something small, a passage in a book, released full-on memories of Christina’s death. Helena fell to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, so inconsolable she had to be sedated. When the drugs wore off, she spiraled into a deep, dark depression and the cycle of intensive therapy started all over again.

After weeks with little improvement, Myka demanded a more effective way to help and Abigail repeated it might take years for Helena to processes everything. Abigail thought sending Helena to a facility with better care was the best option, but Myka disagreed, saying separating her from what little she knew would be disastrous. She also said if Helena went, she would go too and stay with her no matter how long it took for her to heal. Abigail thought on this, then came up with an alternate plan, one Myka readily agreed to.

-TBC-