#spring is coming and the sun is finally coming out again so imma do the same

[logansdoll]

heat

part two of "cottontail"

CW: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, heavily suggestive, profanity, bunny mutation + spring = fun times, girl imma do my best, this took forever, might be a little long, etc.

As much as he hated to admit it, Logan was worried about you.

In his two-hundred years of living, he had never met someone as hot-headed and brash as you—and that was saying something. But as your you-appointed new best pal, he resigned himself to making sure you didn't piss off the wrong people.

Though it was a nice change of role, seeing as he wasn't the loose canon for once, he couldn't help but begin to grow significantly concerned for your safety.

It wasn't that you were a bad person, far from it, in fact.

Always greeting him with a sweet mornin', Logan!

Always checking up on him after missions.

Always inviting him to "sparring sessions", which would inevitably turn into you two striking up conversation about anything and everything under the sun.

Not to mention you were a humongous flirt—Jean called it being "overly friendly".

She noted that you didn't flirt with any other guys like you did him.

You always gave him those cheeky smiles that seemed to irk him to no end, and put that flirty lilt in your voice when you spoke. Not to mention the constant compliments, which would stick with him for days, sometimes weeks.

But that all stopped about a week ago.

After a day of you acting incredibly off—no jokes, no laughter, little talking—Ororo said you suddenly came down with a "spring cold", but that you'd be up and at 'em soon.

Well, soon hadn't come yet, and Logan hadn't heard anything from you in days.

A spring cold couldn't last this long...

Was it the flu? Was it something else?

And why did everyone else seem so unbothered by it?

These thoughts swam in his head every time he passed your locked door.

Until he finally had enough.

The night everyone went out for a field trip to the county fair, Logan stayed back, opting to visit your quarters with a few choice words, and a container of chicken noodle soup.

When he reached your door, he gave it a soft rap.

Nothing happened.

He tried again.

Still nothing.

Only after a third—more aggressive—knock, did you finally answer.

"Yeah?" you called, your voice low and croaky.

He'd never heard you sound so defeated, and almost... pained.

It made something pang in his chest.

"That must be some cold," he quipped, attempting to play off the feeling with humor.

"Logan?" you asked, sounding shocked. "What are you... What do you want?"

"I just came to give you some soup. Jean told me it's good," he answered, glancing down at the bag in his hand. "S'been a while since I've heard from you."

He waited for a response, but when you never gave one, he began to feel stupid.

This was a mistake.

"Look, I can just leave it outside the door if you don't wanna—"

"No," you interrupted, still sounding strained. "You can come in. Just leave it on my dresser."

A little confused by your tone, he entered nonetheless, boots clicking against the hardwood.

And what he found was concerning.

Your room was a mess—furniture askew, clothes and empty water bottles discarded on the floor, a rumpled mess of sheets on the bed.

The smell in the air was thick with sweat and something else. He looked toward the king-sized bed where a heap sat hunched underneath the sheets

"(y/n)?" Logan called, brows furrowed with confusion and worry as he placed the bag on the dresser.

"Don't come over here!"

You sounded so distressed, in such discomfort.

What's going on?

Why did you sound like you were in trouble?

Ignoring your warning, he slowly stalked closer to the bed, taking slow, tentative steps—now able to hear your soft whimpers and grunts of pain.

"(y/n)?" he questioned, firmly.

You stirred, reacting to his voice, breathing raggedly as if you couldn't get any air in your lungs.

"(y/n), what the hell is going on?" he demanded. "Whatever it is, I can help."

But you turned away, the sheets shifting with you.

"You can't," you whined, "You can't."

Patience running thin, Logan stormed over and snatched the sheets off of you. And there, under the covers, he saw you with his own two eyes.

You were curled into yourself, tail significantly fluffier than he remembered, and ears droopier than he'd ever seen.

Through your thin tank top, he could see your nipples were hard and perky, the shorts you were wearing barely covering your ass cheeks.

'Goddamn...'

When you looked at him, your face flushed red, pupils dilated beyond belief as you covered your face with embarrassment.

You trembled in your skin, tail twitching with discomfort and unease.

"I told you not to come over here," you panted, curling further into yourself. "Didn't want you to see me like this..."

You winced, squeezing your thighs together tight, looking to be in complete agony.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm in heat," you sighed, the cat pretty much out of the bag. "S'cause of my mutation. I can do everything a rabbit can, and go through everything a rabbit goes through. No matter how fucking stupid."

You wiped the sweat off your forehead, your curly hair soaked in it.

"S'why I've been hiding," you explained. "I've been tryna get through this, but I just... can't!"

Now he understood.

Your absence, your uneasiness, the smell of something in the air.

You were horny.

"How long's it last?" Logan curiously asked.

"Depends. Could be a week, could be a month..."

"A month?" he stated, surprised. "Are you in pain?"

Your face screwed tight, triggering something in his core.

"Yes," you groaned, hugging yourself closer.

You looked away from him, appearing so utterly humiliated and ashamed that it pained him.

He had to help.

"What can I do?" he suggested.

You turned to him, eyes widening. "What?" you asked. "What do you—"

"I wanna help you, cottontail," he cut in, already kicking off his boots and taking off his leather jacket to reveal his sexy, white wife-beater. "So tell me what I gotta do."

You watched him, looking completely stunned and mortified, but your pussy throbbed at the sight of his outfit.

"No, no, Logan," you protested. "Y-You can't... you don't need to do this."

But he stood firm in his decision, refusing to leave you.

"I know I don't need to," he firmly responded. "I can't let you go on like this."

"It's okay..." you assured. "It'll probably be done by the end of the week. You don't—"

Before you could even finish, his hand grabbed your face, pulling you close and squeezing your cheeks, his tone demanding.

"Don't protest. Don't argue. Don't push me away... Just let me take care of you, alright?"

His gorgeous brown eyes, filled with the promises of safety and acceptance, bore into yours.

How could you deny him?

"Okay," you caved, leaning into his touch.

"Good girl," he cracked a smile, lips suddenly swooping yours up in a firm kiss.

You let out a soft, eager moan as he scooped you up in his arms, the man letting out a quiet chuckle when you squeaked, your feet dangling off the ground.

While still kissing you, he sat himself down on the bed and plopped you in his lap. His soft lips and tongue made you squirm in his lap, brushing yourself against his quickly hardening cock in his jeans.

"Can I touch your ears?" he whispered, breathless. "'N' your tail?"

Gently, his hand moved down to your ass, caressing your cotton tail. Your toes curled, your body tingling from the sensation.

"Y-Yes," you shakily replied. "Go ahead."

And when his fingers began to lightly brush and stroke your bunny ear from base to tip, you nearly had a full body orgasm, your pussy growing wetter with each pass.

"Fuck..." you gasped. "Yes, just like that..."

Logan smirked as he watched your face contort in pleasure, his ego growing with each whimper.

"Like that?" he asked, teasingly, his cock throbbing at the sound of your pitiful whine in response.

Over these past few months, he'd had countless dreams about having you just like this. And now that he was, he could say with certainty that it was far better than any fantasy.

Gently, one of his big hands slid down between your thighs to pet your pussy through your panties, while the other continued to stroke your ears.

Your mouth fell agape, pleasure coursing through you.

"Oh, fuck," you moaned, tilting your head back as his fingers ghosted over your clit.

You began to shamelessly grind your pussy into his fingers, turning Logan on even more.

"Needy little thing..." he chuckled, amused. "Adorable."

Under his firm gaze and insistent fingers, you nearly came apart at the seams. But before you could, he pulled away, scooping you up with one arm, much to your surprise and arousal, and sliding himself further down the bed.

With a grin, he dropped his head into the pillows, shifting and forcing you to hover over his face.

"M'gonna taste you, now," he stated, as if it was a fact.

You whined in response, moving to grab the headboard as he pulled your panties to the side, giving your pussy a quick peck before completely dropping you on top of him.

"Logan!" you half-moaned, half-screamed, eyes blown wide with pleasure.

You tried to brace yourself, but it wasn't long before he made you a writhing, whimpering, whining mess.

"Ah, Lo, yes!" you cried. "Oh, fuck! Right fuckin' there! Right fuckin' there!"

You were loud and vocal, much to his enjoyment.

He was having the time of his life, massaging your ass and sucking your wet pussy, your juices dripping down his chin.

He even groaned and grunted into your pussy about how good you tasted, only making you wetter at seeing such a stoic man lose his shit over you.

"You want a finger, baby?" he growled, voice slightly muffled. "Talk to me. Tell me what chu want."

"Please," you whimpered. "Fuck me, Logan! Make me come!"

Logan smiled, slowly inserting one of his thick fingers into your hole while his lips gently sucked on your clit.

You nearly screamed, bawling at the pleasure.

"Oh, my God!" you sobbed. "Shit, Logan, I'm gonna... I'm gonna.."

Your orgasm slammed into you without a second thought, drawing a string of slutty moans out as you came all over Logan's tongue.

"That's my good girl," he smirked into your pussy. "So fuckin' good f'me."

Your orgasm was so strong that you began to tremble, the aftershocks taking over your body.

The release helped with the pain... but it still wasn't enough.

You needed more.

Suddenly, he took hold of your chin, staring into your eyes as if he could peer right into your head.

"Do you want more?" he asked, cockily.

Slowly, you nodded, tears pricking your eyes at how much to needed this.

"Yes, Logan," you pleaded, your arousal making you bold and unashamed in your need to be fucked. "Please give it to me. I don't care how you take me. Just please..."

That was all he needed to hear.

He gave you exactly what you wanted and more. The man fucked you, and he fucked you good. He gave your little body everything it needed to knock out those horny thoughts and relieve you of your heat.

In almost every position, too.

He fucked you in missionary while standing up, his hips pistoning into yours while your feet dangled in the air, his hands pinning your thighs apart and making you take each deep, long, slow stroke that had you seeing stars and frantically rubbing your clit watching his handsome face contort in pleasure. 

He fucked you while standing up, your little body bouncing in his arms as you fucked you up and down on his cock, your arms wrapped tight around his neck, your tits pressed flush against his pecs, and your lips locked with his in a passionate, sloppy, wet kiss. 

He fucked you on your side, his big body curled around yours and his cock nestled between your ass cheeks before sliding inside you again, your leg hiked up to get deeper. 

He fucked you on all fours, using your ears to pull you back on his cock, your back arched and ass stinging from random spanks while he pounded into the deep, wet heat of your pussy that squeezed and griped him for dear life. When you tried to rub your clit, he smacked it away and rubbed your pussy for you.

“Uh-uh,” he growled. “No touching what’s mine. All you need to do is cum. Can my little bunny do that?” 

You didn't even answer—you couldn't. But your loud moans and sobs bouncing off of your walls are all the answers Logan needs as he fucked you faster, harder, making your clit sing and pleasure zip through you.

When you felt your last orgasm of the night zip through you, you let out a broken whimper and came all over Logan's cock. 

Triggered by your orgasm and sweet little sounds, Logan gripped you tighter and pounded into you without mercy, until he finally released, too.

“Oh, fuck!” he gasped, his loud groans and grunts echoing throughout the room, triggering another mini-orgasm that made your pussy quiver and drip down your thighs. 

Logan came deep inside of you, filling you to the brim. He even had enough to give you on your ass, pulling out to spray your perfect cheeks with more of his seed, pumping his cock furiously behind you.

A smile stretched across your face as the aftershocks began, practically melting into the sheets. 

You were sweaty, winded, soaked, tired, and covered in cum...but you’d never been more satisfied or happier in your life.

Logan finally settled down beside you, turning you over to face him. He gave you a small smile, his face hot with stray hairs sticking to his forehead. 

“Better now?” he murmured, gently stroking down your back.

You wordlessly nodded, a small, tired hum leaving your lips. 

“Good,” he nodded, pressing a kiss into your hair. “Get some rest.”

And just like that, you were out like a light, softly snoring into his chest, your body curled into his side.

You couldn't wait for next spring...

[firefistlaw]

I hope y’all enjoyed the time without me because I’m back and I’m better and my stupid posts and me are ready to waste your time like no one else can 🙂

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

i adore everything you write especially erwin like he’s my number one and u write him so well i keep coming back<3 would love to hear your thoughts on the different types of dates he would take you on :)) ty and i hope you’re well !!

Omfg I really needed to hear this today :( thank you so much💛 you're too kind.

Im so happy to hear that I'm write Erwin i a good way! I've actually been thinking about his character a lot! My Erwin posts actually get the least notes bc he's just underappricated, tho imma make sure to write him more from now on just for you 🥰

I actually really liked this request idea so imma split it in two part bc i don't wanna make a long post

Type of dates with Erwin PT.1 {pt.2 in masterlist}

{ Erwin x reader | tw: none | fluff, romance | modern }

{ "La Lettura" 1873 by Antonio Mancini 1852 - 1930 }

Ideal dates : these are dates he plans up ahead, makes sure they go smoothly and you're both are having fun. He really looks forward to these dates, they're like an event for him. He saves them up for important occasions like your anniversary, valentine's day, birthday, etc.

1. Romantic dinner by candle lights: he's a sucker for classics and romance cliches. Once a month or so, when you're both free. He'd make a reservation at a fancy restaurant, a secluded table with multiple candles and a nice view of the night sky waiting for you.

You'd both dress us, he'd be a gentleman all the way and open the doors for you, tell you how precious you look while kissing your hand. Maybe even a bouquet of fresh flowers if he's feeling extra.

The night would be spent quietly, talking while drinking wine as your food is getting ready. You two could talk together forever and not get bored, he also could listen to you talk about your passions all day.

At dessert time, he slowly falls in love with you again when you offer him a piece of yours, he'll gladly eat it off your fork. You hold hands under the table and he circles his thumb against yours.

When going home, he'd wrap his arm around your waist, your head on his shoulder. It's the perfect night.

2. Picnic near the lake at sunset, ends with stargazing: this usually takes place in spring or summer, maybe even autumn. When the weather is just perfect and the sky is just clear enough. You both prepare a basket before hand, he wears a light blue shirt to match his eyes.

You arrive around lunch time, having picked a nice place under a tree to shield you from the sun. The sound of children playing in the distance quieting down as time goes on. You both prepared each other's favourite food before hand.

It's around sunset when he wraps the blanket you bought with you around you, the wind having picked up. He kisses your forehead before pulling you closer to his side. You watch the sunset together as the ducks in the lake swim lazily around.

When it's completely dark, is when you finally lay down together, facing the sky. You point to a certain formation and he tangles his fingers with yours before guiding them to the next, he knows a lot about the stars. He shows you the fading ones who's only remains are ghosts of their pasts, he also shows you the newly formed ones who's light is just reaching us.

With your head on his chest, his calm deep voice talking about the stars and the warmth the blanket is offering, you fall asleep.

You wake up in the passenger seat on the ride home, glancing to the side you can see him driving with a smile on his face, he looks happy, relaxed even. You go back to sleep.

3. Going to see a musical together: it's one of the dates he really looks forward too, he's actually a huge musicals nerd but only his close friends know that. So what's better than mixing his favourite thing to watch with his favourite person? You!

He knows the tickets are expensive but he promises you it's worth the inconvenience, so you book two seats online.

When you arrive, you sit next to each other while the room is slowly getting filled. You can hear the actors getting ready off-stage but can't make out what they're saying. Erwin is next to you looking through the play flyer they gave and explaining the story to you.

That day, is the most day you've seen Erwin laugh from the depth of his heart. He'd look at you each time something really funny happens. Squeeze your hand a bit whenever an intense scene is happening. Bring your hand against his lips for a second when a romantic scene is happening.

He's just fully emerged into it. When you see the shine in his eyes, the way his lips curl up just a bit, is when you realise how beautiful Musicals are.

It becames a habit to visit one each year on his birthday.

4. Go to a museum or an art gallery: one thing you've learned from being with Erwin, is that he can turn the most boring things interesting. He just has a way with words and a matching deep voice to go with it, he could read the ingredients on the back of a shampoo bottle and you'd still listen.

Naturally, it was just a matter of time before one of you suggested visiting a museum. You pick a day when not a lot of people would be there.

He makes it fun, interesting and actually educational. You've been walking peacefully in long corridors with paintings and other forms of art displayed around each corner. He seems to have endless knowledge about each piece, telling you both a secret funny fact about it and a base knowledge.

The perfect tour guide, he encourages you to participate and even guess information based on the art and how it makes you feel. He smiles whenever you get something right and chuckles when you don't, it's a win-win situation.

5. Horseback riding: this one happens whenever you visit his parents who retired in the country side, they're really lovely people and seem to genuinely like you. Not to mention how Erwin just shows you off proudly to his parents like you're made out of pure gold.

It's a quiet small town that makes you forget about the city, the air is refreshing and the people are kind, the patries are delicious and the baker is kind. You two could get lost walking near fields of flowers for hours.

He assures you that you have all the time to try everything else, for now he's excited to show you something he's been doing since he was a kid.

The people at the stable seem to recognise him, even the horses are kinder to him than you. You're a bit jealous you won't lie, but he just guides through befriending a certain white horse with braids in it's hair. You even manage to feed them some sugar cubes.

You've underestimate just how tall a horse is, so now when faced with the option to ride on its back you almost back away. Meanwhile Erwin looks really natural and comfortable just getting on one, is this the same man who didn't know you could turn your phone screen sideways till you showed him?

So you end up sharing a horse, he wraps your hands around his waist and tells you to trust him, it will be okay. And just when a glimmer of hope rises in your heart that maybe this isn't as scary as you thought, that man somehow makes the horse go so fast it almost rivals the speed of sound, at least in your mind it did.

It's the most fun and adventures date so far, your heart is pumping by the end of the day as adrenaline runs through your veins. You're both panting and he seems like a kid on Christmas.

Thankfully his parents somehow foresaw this happening and prepared dinner for both of you while apologising for their son. Soon enough, they arm you with enough embarrassing childhood stories about Erwin for later use.

6. Visiting historical spots: it's something his father suggested to you both while you're getting the car ready to drive home. Soon enough you were discussing it while on the road and both of you seemed to be on-board.

It's an actually entirely different experience to see these places in person than in photos in school history books. Everything is so much bigger than you expected, so much older and all the details.

You can see all the different angles just by walking around, both of you seem to be entranced at just how strangely alluring it is to see this great build and know it's more than 500 years old, even Erwin seems to be lost for words for once.

The memories you made, the silly photos you took, the places you held hand and kissed in. It's all was just so lovely. And so it becomes a yearly tradition that you both save up for.

[oldjane]

So this friend of mine, whose tumblr handle I don’t even know, so Imma link to their ao3 profile instead, was going feral about some movie they saw, and about a JoeNicky AU for it, and I haven’t seen the movie, don’t even remember the name of it, but well.

Here is... Some AU (unedited).

“We have to get out of here!”

Nile’s panicked voice spurs him on. He is running to the dock, hoping the emergency pods are not too badly damaged by the ravage going on around them. Joe is half a step in front of him.

Nicky doesn’t know where everybody else is – most of the inhabitants got evacuated late yesterday afternoon, but there will still be dozens of people who didn’t make it onto the evac shuttles. Nobody expected disaster to strike quite so soon. Nicky knows pods have been leaving all day, but they thought they had at least two more days. There will be people trapped, families who are desperately trying to make it to the pods –

Nicky stops, tries to turn around, but Joe notices and grabs his wrist.

“Nicky, no! We need to go, now!”

“But there might be others, we should –”

“No!” Joe’s voice is sharp, and he tugs at Nicky’s arm desperately. “There is no time!”

His eyes are huge, and his curls stick to his sweaty temple. His shirt is dirty and there is a gash on his arm. It is a far cry from the cool and calm engineer who arrived almost three years ago, introducing himself to Nicky with a wink. But he is still the most handsome man Nicky ever saw.

He fell in love with Joe at that first wink, and somehow, Joe didn’t seem to mind Nicky being painfully shy and blushing fervently as he awkwardly managed to introduce himself. Over the next two months, Joe simultaneously managed to draw Nicky out of his shell and make himself a fixture in Nicky’s comfort zone. They’ve been the best of friends and Nicky kept his feelings firmly under lock, afraid of losing Joe completely.

“Come on, Nicky, please!”

Nicky throws one last look over his shoulder, and Joe almost dislocates Nicky’s shoulder, he is yanking his arm so wildly.

There is nothing Nicky can do, and so he follows Joe. He would follow Joe everywhere.

The dock is in complete disarray. A lot of the stations are empty, and Nicky is glad that so many people got out. The far side of the dock is completely destroyed, and some of the remaining pods seem too damaged to risk the journey.

Nile yells at them to hurry. They run to where she found a pod in a good state.

“I don’t know – I never used these things –”

She is trying to enter the correct code with hands that tremble terribly, and Nicky looks at Joe. Joe nods, and he covers Nile’s hand with his own.

“It’s really easy,” he shushes, and he turns her towards him while Nicky makes quick work of unlocking the pod and firing up the systems. He hears Joe talk to Nile, explain to her how the pods work, what will happen. His voice is soft and calm, and Nile sniffs away her tears as she nods.

Nicky’s heart could explode. Here is Joe, taking care of one of their friends, as if this is just another day and they are not minutes away from being completely wiped away.

Nile steps into the pod, and without hesitation, Nicky and Joe strap her in, as if they have done this a thousand times. Their hands brush. Nicky feels the usual combo of heart flutters and a sense of belonging whenever he and Joe touch, but there is no time for that. He keeps running the procedures, and Joe keeps talking to Nile.

“You will get to the surface, and we will be right behind you, okay? I promise we won’t leave you alone. A beacon signal will alert home base, it will be no longer than thirty minutes before the chopper picks us up. You can open the hatch as soon as this light comes on, okay?” He points to the clear indicator. “The systems are all working perfectly,” he continues, when Nicky reaches the final check. “Tell me what you have to do.”

“Enter my personal code and the take-off code – seven-nine-four, enter, three-nine-three. Then the green button. Close the hatch.” she says, sounding almost normal, ticking it off on her fingers. “When I get up, this light will come on and I open the hatch. You will be right behind me. The chopper will be there not long after.”

“Good,” Joe replies fondly. “You’ll be fine, Nile. Keep your eyes on the screen, the counter will start as soon as you take off. We will see you up there in fifteen minutes.”

As Joe reassures Nile one last time, Nicky scans the stations. They can’t go back to the main section anymore, they need to find undamaged pods here and they need to be fast. The warning signs for critically low oxygen levels have been blasting for at least twenty minutes now. They could run out any minute. But most stations are empty, and the pods that are still here are broken and rusty.

There. Nicky sees one, and as soon as Nile closes the hatch, he pulls Joe along.

He opens the pod, and he breathes out in relief when it reacts immediately. It seems to be functional, and he pushes Joe in, entering the launch key.

Joe goes along, strapping himself in.

“Leave it, Nicky, I can do this myself, get to a pod –”

Nicky knows exactly when Joe notices what Nicky already knew. He starts unstrapping, but Nicky is faster. He locks Joe’s chair in place, keeps working on the take-off checklist.

“Nicky, stop, we can find you one further along –”

“There is no time, Joe,” Nicky says calmly. “We will run out of oxygen in seconds.”

“Come in, then, I won’t leave you –”

“There is not enough oxygen for two, Joe, you know that.”

“We will breathe as little as possible, hold our breath, something! Nicky, they never even tested that stuff, we could –”

“We are not risking it, Joe. One of us has to make it up there alive for Nile. You promised her.”

Joe is frantic now.

“Not without you, Nicky, stop, please!”

He reaches for the touch screen, trying to override Nicky’s commands. Nicky slaps him full in the face, and Joe falls back in the chair, stunned. It gives Nicky just the seconds he needs to complete the final procedure. He knows Joe’s code, of course, they’ve been friends for years, and he doesn’t make a mistake. Then the same numbers Joe told Nile, seven-nine-four, enter, three-nine-three.

“Nicky, no,” Joe begs, and –

Nicky presses the green button, not looking at Joe, not listening to his pleas.

Nicky will die here. He will die, within the next minute, while Joe is travelling up, and –

Nicky grabs Joe’s face between his large hands. One cheek feels hot where Nicky slapped him, but he doesn’t pay attention to that.

He stares into Joe’s beautiful, beloved eyes, and he bends closer to press his lips on Joe’s.

It is too short, too chaste for three years of pining, but there is no time – a crash, close by, vibrates through the structure, and Nicky pulls back. Joe starts saying something, but Nicky shakes his head and closes the hatch, gently but determinedly.

He hears Joe’s voice, calling out for him, but then the pod is sealed hermetically. It takes off smoothly, and Nicky’s knees buckle.

 ***

The fifteen minutes before Joe reaches the surface are the longest and the shortest of his life.

He screams himself hoarse in fifteen minutes, he bangs his fists on the inside walls of the pod until his knuckles burst, and then he touches his lips, where Nicky’s were but the blink of an eye ago.

Almost three years of dreaming about Nicky’s kiss, and –

And now –

He curses himself. He should have known Nicky would make sure everybody else got out before him. He should have seen right through him, should have forced him to go first –

He should have told Nicky he was in love with him three years ago. He should have kissed that man every chance he got, because now he will not ever get to again.

He is too distracted to pay attention to the screen or the indicators, and only when a robotic voice announces he needs to open the hatch because oxygen is low, he mechanically unstraps and enters the correct code.

Nile is floating right by his side.

“Oh, thank God!” she says as soon as he stands up. “Your pod arrived but you didn’t open the hatch, I was freaking out here, I didn’t know if there was a problem or – wait.” She takes a look at Joe, and she cuts herself off.

Joe doesn’t know how he looks – his eyes feel puffy and tears are streaming over his cheeks and his hands are bloodied.

“Wait,” Nile says again, unsteady. “Your pod arrived at least five minutes ago. Why isn’t – where is Nicky?”

Joe can’t help himself. A fresh wave of tears springs to his eyes, and he screams to the heavens.

He wants to dive back into the water, swim down, every meter a meter closer to Nicky, until he drowns as close to Nicky as he’ll ever be again.

Nile gasps.

“Joe, Nicky – Nicky made it out, right?”

He doesn’t answer, just sobs, his lungs burning, his throat choked up.

Nile reaches her arms out for him in a futile gesture, since they are both confined to their pods, and anyway, hers are not the arms Joe wants around him right now.

“I am sorry,” he hears Nile whisper, but it doesn’t help either. It feels like nothing will ever help.

If you asked him two days ago, he would have said feeling the sun on his skin again would make him the happiest man ever – it would have been a lie, of course. Kissing Nicky would make him the happiest man ever, and he got to do that, and the sun is reflecting from the water, but nothing will ever make him happy again.

The water has exactly the same colour as Nicky’s eyes.

He should say something to Nile, praise her for making it up here, assure her they would be picked up any minute now, tell her he loves Nicky with all his heart – though she might have some inkling of that by now – but he cannot bring himself to do any of it.

Then he hears the rhythmic sounds of the helicopter blades, and he will be brought to home base, and he will be further away from Nicky than he ever has been since they met, and –

Nile is winched up first, and then Joe. Somebody is interrogating Nile when he is pulled into the chopper.

“Anybody else coming?” a rough voice asks, and Joe curls in upon himself on the floor as he shakes his head.

“We were the last people at the dock,” Nile says hesitantly, “The two of us and – and Nicky – but we were out of oxygen –”

“So we are still waiting for this Nicky then?” the pilot asks, and Nile looks at Joe.

Joe doesn’t answer, can’t speak, wants to get to the base and be left alone for a week – a month – maybe a lifetime.

“I – I don’t think so,” Nile says. “There were not many pods left, and most were damaged, and – and we’ve been up for ten minutes, and –”

She doesn’t finish, but everybody knows what she’s not saying. There was not enough oxygen left for ten minutes. Nicky isn’t coming.

“Sorry,” the first speaker says. “Let’s go, then,” he directs the pilot, and they swerve off. Joe stares to the window, to their floating pods. A boat will come by later, tomorrow or the day after, to retrieve the pods. Somewhere, miles below, is Nicky.

Did he suffer? Did he regret kissing Joe as he died all alone?

Another sobs wrecks through him, and Nile does pull him closer this time, and Joe buries his face against her shoulder as he cries his heart out.

And then suddenly a harsh beeping fills the cabin.

“What the –” the pilot mutters, and the other guy’s voice is hard.

“You said there was nobody else!”

Joe’s heart leaps into his throat.

Nile speaks up.

“We thought – we didn’t know –”

“Could be something else too,” the pilot mutters. “Let’s check.”

The chopper swerves again, and two dots appear as they get closer, but no –

There is a third pod there, and the beacon signal gets louder, almost deafening Joe.

“Joe – Joe, look,” Nile says, and Joe does.

The pod is battered and cracked, an older model by the looks of things. It’s a miracle it made it, any of these fractures look like they could tear the thing in two any second, and –

Nothing.

The hatch doesn’t open, and Joe dies a second time that day. Is it just an empty pod that managed to launch itself somehow?

They get closer, and still no sign of life. The diver is winched down, and he pries open the hatch so agonizingly slowly.

Then they hear his voice through his comms system.

“There is someone in here. Male, unconscious. Twenty-five, thirty, maybe. Brown hair.”

“That your friend?” the pilot asks.

“Yes, maybe,” Nile says, hope dripping from every syllable.

“Older model pod,” the diver continues. “Takes longer to come up. Amazed it even got here, seems to have not been maintained in years.”

The winching up is silent, and it seems to take so much longer than when it was Joe hanging there. Every second is a lifetime.

“He has a mole on his chin,” the diver then says, and Joe doesn’t believe his ears, asks Nile to repeat, but she just hugs him, laughing and crying at the same time.

“It’s Nicky, Joe! It’s him! He made it.”

And then the diver is pulling him in, and it’s Nicky, and he is breathing, and Joe is sobbing again, from joy this time.

The diver puts an oxygen mask on Nicky, and Joe crawls over, cradles Nicky close, kisses his jaw, his hair, his hand.

He’s gonna do that for a long time, if Nicky allows him to. As soon as Nicky wakes up, he will tell him he has loved him since he first saw him, competently bandaging up somebody who had fallen off a ladder, setting a broken bone and wrapping up a deep wound on their temple. He had been talking softly the whole time, reassuring the woman it would be fine, distracting her from the pain, and at the same time managing to keep the woman’s young child calm. He’d been so effortlessly competent and kind and so damn attractive. Joe had introduced himself and Nicky had been adorably shy, and Joe had been hopelessly lost.

And then he’d wasted three years.

And he’ll be damned if he wastes another second.

Nicky opens his eyes, and blinks. Joe smiles, but he must look a freight. And yet, Nicky pulls off the mask, and he mouths Joe’s name, though no sound comes out.

“Nicky,” Joe stutters, and then he decides talking is overrated.

He softly, gently lays his hands on Nicky’s face. He stares into Nicky’s beautiful, beloved eyes, and he bends closer to press his lips on Nicky’s.

There is nothing short about it. They have three years to make up for, and the rest of their life to do it.

[jaedore]

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parings: jung jaehyun x reader

genre: ceo!au, arranged marriage!au, consumption of alcohol, asshole/player Jaehyun, swearing

[ ◇ angst ]

note: BB deals with themes of mental and physical abuse, which can be upsetting for some readers. If you feel uncomfortable reading these types of plots, you are advised to not continue

a/n: just a little update before things get a lil crazy. i didn’t want the characters to go through so much so quickly, so enjoy this filler chpt!! also send me some feedback, i’d love to hear from you guys! ♡

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You woke up to a throbbing headache and the sun shining in your face. You tried moving away from the light, but a firm pair of arms held you in place. Turning your head, you see Jaehyun sleeping peacefully behind you. You instantly jolt away from him, aghast that you two were in the same bed. 

Jaehyun stirs from the impact but immediately falls back asleep after mumbling incoherent words. Out of all the moments you’ve had with him, this is the first he held such placidity, you couldn’t help but see those features of his that everyone admires. Jaehyun’s skin coated with a honey tone that looked like it was made for a polished statue, the way his feather-like eyelashes kissed his cheeks, and the tint of his lips. It felt like you’ve done this before, admire him. 

Oh no, we didn’t...you looked down and realized you were wearing his shirt, clutching the black cotton between your fists. 

“You’re awake,” Jaehyun whispered, rubbing his eyes. 

“Uh yeah,” you avert your gaze elsewhere, even his morning voice made you jittery. 

“Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything,” he responded, looking at your disheveled state. 

Your hair was put in the worst bun possible, last night when Jaehyun was removing your makeup, your hair was all over your face so he had no choice but to put it up somehow. Since you slept in it, more hairs poked out making you look bizarre. The bare face you possessed brought out the puffiness of your cheeks and the swole in your lips. Jaehyun couldn’t help but look at you, who sat in his shirt. Considering that it was bigger on you, he noticed your shoulder poking out. Nervously, Jaehyun diverts his gaze elsewhere. 

“Then how did you get into my bed?” you asked, the last thing you remember was drinking to the sight of him and Chaeyoung at the after-party last night. 

“You wanted me to stay,” Jaehyun clarified. 

“And you listened to me?” you blurted, clearly frustrated with your actions. As you threw the blankets off, Jaehyun gently grasped your hand to stop you from leaving. 

“Y/n, please. About last night, I meant what I said at the Charity Ball,” he began.  

“I don’t know,” you brushed him off, standing up. 

“Please, just hear me out,” Jaehyun begged. 

You hesitated for a bit, what if he doesn’t mean his words? What if he just goes back to how he was? You inhaled enough air to inflate your lungs, making your decision. You sat back on your bed, crossing your legs, letting him continue. 

“I know what I did was wrong and nothing will ever justify it. I was just angry that I wasn’t allowed to find love for myself, I was angry that I couldn’t be with Chaeyoung. All of the words I said that tore you down, every action that I had done to hurt you, I take it all back. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that and I’m truly sorry. I know it’ll take a while for you to forgive me, but please, I want to apologize for everything.” Jaehyun looked up at you and you knew he genuinely meant what he said because you’ve never seen such misery in his eyes. 

You sat dazed in front of him, your mind couldn’t stop asking questions. Does he even mean all of this? “So what does this mean?” you looked up from your lap. 

“I don’t know, but I do want to try this out with you. I want to see if I can get there with you...no-” he shook his head, “-I want to get there with you and we can go as slow as you want!” 

You sat there thinking to yourself, you were so conflicted and guarded. Is this too soon? Is he just saying this to get in my head? 

“Please say something,” he pleaded, fiddling with his fingers. 

“I-“ you inhaled a sharp breath, “-I don’t know Jaehyun. We’ve been so hostile towards each other the entire time. This is toxic, this isn’t good and I don't want this.” you faltered. 

“Then what should I do?” Jaehyun asked, brows furrowed. As desperate as he sounded, he genuinely wanted to be better for you...and for himself. 

You didn’t know, you didn’t want to say anything because there was a lot that you wanted him to do, “Jaehyun,” you fumbled for the correct words, “I-your words really hurt me, don’t think I have the heart to trust and forgive you right now.”

“Oh,” he lowered his head, clearly disappointed. 

“I appreciate you apologizing though. I think it’s just going to take me some time to figure this out on my own.”

“Of course, take as much time as you needed,” he stood up and with soft steps, walked out of your room.

Why is he so sad in the way he walked? What happened yesterday and why is he suddenly acting differently? You threw your blankets aside and rested your hands on your propped up knees. Your pounding headache wouldn’t stop as you tried to recall the events that happened last night. You remember the vibrations of the blaring music, the flashing lights, the sheer coating of sweat on your body, Jaehyun dragging you away, the dried tears that stained your cheeks, and...you crying. Oh my gosh...you winced at your humiliating behavior as the conversation you had with Jaehyun came back. How can you be so stupid? Get your shit together, damn it y/n!

It took you a while to get yourself out of bed, you didn’t want to risk facing Jaehyun. Maybe that’s why he’s all apologetic now. You thought, citing your conversation with him from last night. When you finally heard the familiar sound of his door shutting, you got up to wash your face. It was then you realized you didn’t have any makeup on. Oh, he must’ve taken it off…

After getting yourself ready for the day, you walk downstairs and there’s a saturated aroma of savory breakfast food filling the air, “You made breakfast?” you walked down to see two sets of plates placed on the table filled with food. 

“Yes,” Jaehyun’s lips pressed together. 

“Oh, thank you.” 

“I’m sorry for not making you any last time,” he scratched the back of his head, “um, let’s eat.” 

If you were to be honest, the tension between you wasn’t exactly there, but it was just a little awkward. You sat across from each other in silence as you ate, the quietness was eating you alive so you took the courage to speak first.

“What happened last night?” you asked him, you just wanted confirmations of your thoughts. 

“Well” he began, “at the club, you got super drunk that you started dancing with one of my friends, Johnny Suh. So I took you home and...you started crying.” 

“Oh my gosh,” you rested your forehead on your palm, embarrassment washing over you, so everything I said was true. “Please don’t tell me what I said,” you held up a hand and continued eating your food. You already knew what you said, you just didn’t want to hear it from Jaehyun.

“Oh. Okay,” Jaehyun thought that maybe you were just embarrassed, but he also felt like you didn’t want to talk about how you truly felt. He figured he’d have to wait for you to be ready without being intoxicated. 

The day went on how it usually did, you both went to your rooms, this time leaving your doors opened a bit. Occasionally, you’d go to the kitchen to get a snack and you’d see him doing the same. Instead of just staring at each other with a void, a small nod would come.

It’s going to take time. Jaehyun reminded himself as he watched you go back up to your room.

You, on the other hand, you weren't handling it too well. You were so used to people coming and going as they pleased, that you’ve built yourself a wall. You’re just trying to be cautious because of the past and because of how Jaehyun regarded you. 

Your phone rang, interrupting you from your thoughts, “Hello?” 

“Hey, how are you doing?” Haewon asked. 

“I’m fine.” 

“You left me last night without telling me that you were leaving early with Jaehyun,” you knew your best friend was pouting on the other side. 

“I’m sorry, I was just really wasted,” you sighed, you needed to stop doing that. 

“Yeah I know, at least you got home safely,” Haewon commented, “he didn’t...yell at you again right?” 

“No.” 

“Oh really? What happened?” 

“Well this morning, Jaehyun apologized and said that he wanted to actually try. But I don’t know, Haewon. I really really don’t know what to do,” you faltered. 

“Really y/n? He apologized? And you’re going to really believe that? ” Haewon doubted. 

“I mean he sounded sincere,” you shrugged.

“Well, I don’t trust him at all! I hate the way he treats you. There’s no way he whole-heartedly meant it.” Haewon retorted. 

“We’ll see,” you huffed. 

“Anyways, I know you're still planning your collection for spring and summer, but I just wanted to check up on you. I hope you’re doing okay,” you felt her heartwarming smile melt your heart. 

“I’ll be okay,” you reassured her. 

“I’m serious, y/n! If he mistreats you again, Imma just have to come over and give him a little punching!” Haewon threatened. 

“No! Don’t!” you said in bewilderment, “Mark already did and it didn’t end looking good, so please, no more fights.” 

“What? Mark Lee? No way.”

You explained to her the situation of that morning, you still couldn’t erase the image of Jaehyun who looked defeated and contrite at the time. The way his full shoulders suddenly withered over his sturdy body, his firm hands collapsed beside him, and his eyes painted in poignant. The image stained your brain and no matter how much you tried forgetting it you couldn’t help but feel the slight twinge in your chest. 

You rushed the conversation, in hopes of ending the topic, “alright, it’s late and I have to get into the office early tomorrow. Goodnight, I’ll talk to you later,” you yawned. 

“Okay, love you,” Haewon replied. 

You hung up, feeling your stomach grumble. You’ve been in your room all day, you haven’t gone out to eat yet. You headed to the kitchen for a late snack and as you opened the fridge, you spotted a written note stuck to the top of a container.

[ I made some for dinner, but you seemed busy on the phone. Just heat it in the microwave until it’s the way you want it ] 

You took off the top, smelling the stir fry. You nodded, impressed that Jaehyun can actually cook. Once it was warm enough, you sat at the table and scrolled through emails.  You had more files that needed to be approved, hopefully, it wasn’t as much as the last round. Launching a new collection was definitely hard, especially when it’s for two seasons of the year, which meant two different concepts. You loved your job, but sometimes you wish that there were easier ways to approve things. 

“Good morning,” your mother greeted.

You pressed your lips together at the familiar sight on your desk. Once again, there were stacks of files sitting on your desk, so you had to literally move them to make room for yourself. As you sat down, you ordered the files from most urgent to least and immediately got to work. 

This time, you weren’t so harsh on yourself. You often took breaks and occasionally got food with your mother, you enjoyed the time you shared with her because it wasn’t often that you did. 

“How are you and Jaehyun?” 

“We’re...good,” you hummed, stirring the tea that sat before you. You watched as the tinted liquid swirled after your spoon in the glass cup, it went with the flow. Maybe I should too. 

“Honey, I know when you’re lying,” she took your hand in hers, almost as if she was trying to shield you from the dark world of being hurt. 

“Mother, really, we’re fine,” you sighed. You didn’t want to trouble her or stress her out, you both already have enough on your plate. 

“Just know that you can tell me anything, okay? I’m your mother.” 

“Of course,” you thinned your lips. 

When you came back to your office, you were persistent on finishing, so you worked hard until the series of words soon became blurred and your brain couldn’t absorb any more information. When you looked at the clock, it was suddenly 7pm. You felt the tension in your shoulders, rolling them back, you knew you needed to reward yourself before you started on another department. You strolled into the break room and brewed a cup of tea and sat at one of the closer tables, you heard a text from your phone. 

[ Jaek-ass: hey I made some food and stored it in the fridge again. Just reheat it when you come home ] 

You haven’t changed his name from your contacts, you were going to leave it at that for a bit. Of course, he was gentle in caring for you when you were wasted, you could still feel the warmth of his arms around you. Also when he apologized and when he made you dinner, but despite all that, you were so guarded. You know he was trying, but the hurt that he caused you was blocking you from accepting it. 

When you came home around 9, it seemed like Jaehyun was already in bed. He usually worked from home, but this week he was in the office. You envied how he always seemed to have it lucky, everything usually goes his way. You walked to the fridge to take out the container of food he prepared for you, this time it was macaroni and cheese. You chuckled as you set it in the microwave, you always ate this during your college days whenever you were pulling all-nighters. The taste brought you back to your old days. 

You found your mind wandering to Jaehyun and his old days. You wondered where he went to think and process his thoughts, who were the friends that made him laugh and formed those dimples of his, you didn’t know a lot of things. Did he talk to Chaeyoung yet? You sighed, they had so much history. You knew you were intruding into their relationship, but this was a situation that you couldn’t help. 

As you got ready for bed, you called Haewon for a little chat, before you moved in with Jaehyun, she would always come over and spend time with you. You missed her dearly, she was the crazy friend that always gave you a good time, but this time you wanted to talk seriously with her. You expressed to Haewon your concerns about letting your guards down and opening up to Jaehyun. She always knew you were guarded and always did her best to make you feel comfortable, but she felt like if you never let your walls down, there was going to be no one waiting for you. You huffed when she said that, all you wanted was to find someone for yourself… but maybe that person is you. 

“Well, I’m going to head to bed. You probably have a busy work schedule too, so go to bed, I’ll talk to you later. Love you.” Haewon bid. 

“You have no idea. Goodnight, love you,” you hung up the phone and threw yourself on the bed. It’s not like you can blame your parents for putting you in this position, this is all they know, they were put in this situation, and so were your grandparents. To be honest, it felt like a family curse.

When you woke up the next morning, Jaehyun had already left for work. Breakfast was stored and as you reheated it, you scrolled through your emails. The Designing Department had already sent digital images of rough drafts for the upcoming Spring-Summer collection. The designs didn’t look right, so you figured you’d have to go to their department today. You exhaled in annoyance, going down there meant that you weren’t able to work on the files, which means that everything you hoped to finish was going to be put back. 

“Morning sweetie,” your mother greeted from her desk. 

“Good morning mother, I have to go down to the Designing Department for a bit today, have my assistant call me if I'm needed.” you quickly set your bag and made your way.

You double-check your notes, making sure everything was ordered and organized. As the upcoming CEO, you had to have your life together. As the elevator doors open, you stride to the open doors that hold one of the most important assets of the company. 

“Good morning, Ms. y/l/n.” everyone greeted you. 

“Yes, good morning, everyone. Today we have a busy day, I went over the files that were sent to me and some adjustments need to be made. That being said, I want to work with the design processors first, we’ll get all of the designs done for the prototyping to begin today. Everyone, get to work!” You commanded, everyone dispersing into their job. 

You walked over to where the processors were, they were in charge of designing the outfits. The colors, patterns, print, and proportion were all done by them. Several of them had their head buried in their desk, Park Chaeyoung. There she was, sitting in her desk, solely focused on her designs. Her head perked up once you towered over her. 

“I heard you’re very good at designing-” you nodded at her drawings, “-may I take a look?”

“O-oh! Of course,” she handed you her stack of papers. 

You quickly scanned her sketches, her lines were delicately drawn with preciseness and the patterns complimented the outfit, she unexpectedly met your expectations. One thing that bothered you was that the colors didn’t harmonize well together, instead, they clashed. Nonetheless, you were still impressed. 

“They’re not bad,” you sighed, handing them back, “but I advise you not to play with the colors too much. The designs are very well drawn, but the colors clash too much. It makes it hard on the eye.” you advised her. 

“Yes, Ms. Y/l/n, thank you for the advice.” Chaeyoung bowed her head. 

You smiled back before drawing your attention to the rest of the team members. You went to each of them, making sure the designs were well correlated with the collection. You made sure to speak with every designer and ensure that everything corresponded. Every fabric, texture, detail, and sampling had to be perfect, there was no room to mess up. 

By lunchtime, you weren’t as close to finishing as you wanted to be, but you can tell that you lacked effort from the designing team. You huffed in annoyance, “alright, everyone, thirty-minute lunch, please. Be back as soon as possible!” you demanded. 

As you let the entire team to lunch, you sat and scanned over the designs again, ensuring everything was perfect enough to move on. You wrote corrections and notes here and there, so the processors knew what to revise and change.

Jaehyun sat in his office chair, fixated on the papers in front of him, his hair tousled, and his tie slightly loosened. Going over the accounting finances were a pain in the ass, he had to make sure everything was correct, and so far, they weren’t. The debits and credits were mixed up, even an elementary student could’ve figured it out. It wasn’t even better that he was meeting up with Chaeyoung at her place tonight. Jaehyun was going to clear things up with her and for once, he felt like he was doing the right thing. 

Back at Audace, as soon as the department was back, it was time to get to work. You gave the processors a few minutes before beginning the prototyping process. Not only was designing hard but so was sewing. Everything had to fit together, the fabric needed to be embedded, and it had to be the fabric that the outfit was designed for.  You glide the folded textile through the sewing machine, yarn connecting it into one. As you put the finished textile on the mannequin, you heard someone scolding. You turned your head to see the head department, Jieun, lecturing Chaeyoung as she held her head low. You walked over, hoping to alleviate the tension. 

“You should know better! Even if Ms. Y/l/n gives you thirty minutes, you only have twenty minutes! We are launching our Spring-Summer collection. We don’t have time to be flexible, we don’t even have time for lun-”

“Everything alright here Jieun?” You raised a brow. 

“Y-yes,-” she bowed, “-everything is okay.”

“Then let’s get back to work, we have a lot to do.” 

You led the Designing Department through the whole process in making the outfits. Textiles were sewn, fabrics were slipped on the mannequin, and outfits were completed. You sighed after completing a few, the department still had a few more to go and it was almost the end of everyone’s shift. Your fingers flowed through the silky fabrics of one of the blouses you put together, you were putting your whole heart and soul into this collection, you had to impress society that you were made to be the next CEO. A ring from your phone suddenly distracted you from your thoughts. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey y/n,” it was Jaehyun. 

“Hi, is everything okay?” It wasn’t usual for him to call you at all.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m just letting you know that I won’t be home until later tonight,” he said. 

“Oh, ok-” you paused, “-do you want me to leave you some dinner?” 

“No, that’s okay. I know you’re busy with work, just get some sleep when you get home. I’ll eat when I’m done.” Jaehyun said. 

“Okay,” you bid him goodbye and hung up the phone. 

You could hear the fatigue and stress in his voice. Maybe he’s busy at work, hopefully, he gets some sleep. You didn’t want to meet an angry Jaehyun again. You eluded your thoughts and got back to work, you figured that you’d be working overtime also, so you did your best to rush with preciseness. 

Jaehyun cleaned his desk, he grabbed his bag, ready to leave for Chaeyoung place. He hadn’t figured out what he was going to say to her, but he had a clear idea. 

“Goodnight Mr. Jung,” his employees bowed as he passed them. 

Once Jaehyun was driving on the road, his mind strayed to you. He wondered if you were okay at work, if you had a lot, and if you were taking breaks often. Jaehyun didn’t exactly know you, but he knew how stubborn you were, especially when it comes to work. You liked to plow through the work, you liked to get things done. Jaehyun sighed as his palms tightened on the steering wheel, he was nervous to talk to Chaeyoung. So many ‘what if’ scenarios flashed through his mind.

When Jaehyun pulled into Chaeyoung's parking lot, he felt his palm sweat. Uneasiness settled in his bones, he didn’t want to break her heart, he didn’t want to break the woman he loves. He’s already broken you, he didn’t want to break another, especially Chaeyoung. Jaehyun timidly walked up to her door, quietly knocking on it, hoping that the hush of it was heard. 

“Jaehyun!” she pulled him in for a hug, shutting the door behind him. 

“Hey,” Jaehyun gently pulled her away, “we need to talk.” 

Chaeyoung pulled him to her couch, she sat and grasped his hand sensing the seriousness, “Is everything okay?” 

“I-” Jaehyun rubbed his face, hoping it’d release some of the tension behind his expression, “-we need to stop.” 

“What do you mean?” Chaeyoung’s voice quieted. 

“This,” he pointed back and forth between them, “we need to end this.” 

“W-why? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice weakened.

Silence drapes the room as Jaehyun sits across Chaeyoung. He knows he has to tell her the truth, that’s what she deserves, but her reaction made Jaehyun anxious. Would she hate me? What if she never wants to see me ever again? He couldn’t afford to lose her, but at the same time, the guilt ate him alive every time the image of you flashed in his head. 

Jaehyun tangled his fingers through his hair. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he exhales, “I’m engaged to someone.” 

“What?” Chaeyoung’s eyes widen, “who?”

There was a long pause before Jaehyun can speak up, “Y/l/n Y/n,” he lowers his gaze at his fiddling hands. 

“My boss? You’re engaged to my boss?” Chaeyoung stood up appalled. 

“Please sit,” he begged. 

She yanked her hand from his, “How? Why? Since when?” 

“Since a while ago, we won’t be getting married until the summer. It’s for business, but honestly, I just don’t think my dad wants me to marry you,” he quietly scoffed, “Jung Corporation is a joint company with Audace.” 

Chaeyoung’s head falls into the palm of her hand, “I hate you. How could you do this to me? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” 

“Because I wanted to be with you! But I’ve treated y/n like shit and now...I want to try this with her,” Jaehyun whispered the last part. 

Chaeyoung sits in silence, before she releases a long-awaited sigh, “Please go,” she points to the door. 

“Ch-Chaeyoung, please,” he pleaded. 

“Get out, Jaehyun!” 

So as much as Jaehyun wanted to stay he knew he had no choice but to leave, he knew that you were probably waiting at home for him. This is now over and he knows that it’s time to focus on fixing this up with you, but he can’t help but feel the pain in his chest. For such a long time, he’s waited for Chaeyoung to come back from the states and start a life with him. Of course, things never work out for him. 

Before he drove home, Jaehyun drove to the edge of a cliff. The twinkling lights that lit the city helped him overlook his problems, it helps remind him his problems were only small. Jaehyun rested his head on the steering wheel, a choked cry came out, which grew into sobs about everything he’s done. Jaehyun wanted out, he didn’t want to be put through this, not anymore, but thought of you always reminded him that he wanted to be better. Even though he had you, his heart hurt for Chaeyoung, the memory of her crying, pointing out the door, telling him that she hated him would resonate in his mind. 

When you got home, Jaehyun hadn’t made it back yet, usually, he’d be home around 5 if he was ever late. You shrugged it off, making your way to the kitchen making dinner, and turning on some music. You were making your favorite dish, pad thai. Hopefully, Jaehyun liked it too because you were going to pack a little for him. 

The rice noodles that sauteed with the sauce and vegetables filled the kitchen with a delectable aroma. You set yourself a plate and a container for Jaehyun, leaving it uncapped to cool down. You sat by the table, munching on your dinner as you scrolled through your phone. You replied to text messages and emails that required your approval. 

“Maybe I should just stay later,” you sighed. Since you spent the day in the Designing Department, you didn’t get the chance to work on any other department files. You rubbed your temples in frustration, you were going to have to bring them home. You were never fond of bringing work home, you cherished the moment you had after work because it was your time to relax and be at peace. Work was work and whatever work you had you left it in your office until the next day, but everything was so demanding now. 

You didn’t want to think about it anymore, you set your phone down to enjoy the food in front of you, but you shortly heard the door open and a tired Jaehyun walked in. His hair was tousled, his tie was loose, and a couple of buttons were undone. His eyes held dark bags and were stained red, was he crying? Jaehyun looked at you curiously, to him, you looked overworked, considering you were still in your work clothes. 

“I just got home,” you answered, it was like you read his mind, “I made some pad thai and packed it in the fridge, just give me a second-” you got up from your chair, making your way to the fridge, “-I’ll heat this up for you.” 

“O-oh, you don’t have to. I can do that, just come finish your food.” Jaehyun stuttered. 

“It’s okay,” you already had the pad thai on a plate and placed it in the microwave.

You set the warm food in front of Jaehyun who seated himself beside your chair. You watched him from the corner of your eye, you wanted to see his reaction. 

“This is really good,” his eyes widened. 

“You like it?” you asked. 

“Yes, what is this?” Jaehyun asked, taking another bite. 

“Pad thai,” you replied, “when I was younger, my family and I would often take trips to Thailand. One of the chefs taught me how to make it since I like it so much.” 

Jaehyun nodded, continuing to eat as you quietly sat and finished yours. You offered to clean up and let him get ready for bed, but he was persistent in doing the cleaning, so you let him. You walked up to your room to get ready to shower, hoping that the hot water would release the tension in your shoulders. As it did, you couldn’t help but feel unsettled, you were typically good at giving people the cold shoulder, especially to Jaehyun, so why were you suddenly being considerate of him? You dug into your subconscious to see where your feelings were with him. You convinced yourself it was going to take time to forgive him, but your actions already said that you did. Colliding with your thoughts, you didn’t know who to listen to. 

It was late and you wanted to leave for work early in the morning, but as you laid in bed, you couldn’t stop shuffling in your sheets. Your body was physically drained, but your mind was everywhere. Why did he come home late? Was he crying? Your brows furrowed. You remembered how he looked at you when he came in, for a split second you thought you saw heartbreak and regret in his eyes. Maybe he went to go talk to Chaeyoung. You sighed. Only your thoughts of tomorrow could confirm it. 

So there you were, 5am, sitting in your office going through the files. With your tea beside you, the shuffling of papers swayed the steam coming from the cup, almost cooling it down. 

By the time your mother came in, you had finished the Marketing Department’s files. “You’re here early. When did you come?” Your mother set her bag on her desk. 

“5,” you said, grabbing the files leaving the office. 

You stood alone in the elevator, employees coming and going. On the 5th floor, Chaeyoung stood wide-eyed as the doors opened to the sight of you. She bowed and quickly came in, standing a few feet from you, you saw how she tightly held onto the files in her hands. You figured she had to drop some paperwork off at another apartment, but your assumptions stood true, Chaeyoung’s eyes were swollen, bags shadowed beneath her eyes. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days, even though you saw her yesterday. 

The two of you stood silent until the 4th floor was met, you nodded to her and left for the Marketing Department. On your stroll there, you could hear whispers occurring as you passed by. The Marketing Department was notorious for gossiping, they knew many of the present trends and updated buzz. Usually, they spoke about you, but a familiar name was called and you slightly stiffened. 

“Did you see the pictures of Jaehyun at the after-party?” one of them said. 

“No, show me!” another begged.

“They’re blurry, but isn’t he handsome???” the girl gawked. 

“Who’s that girl he’s carrying?” another asked, frustration glazing her question. 

“I’m not sure, but I’ll figure it out. I always do,” the girl chuckled. 

Your eyes widened as you realized that girl they were referring to was you. You quicken your strides to the head office, you quickly drop it off to make your way back to your office, avoiding the girls. You panted as you fell into your chair, you weren’t aware that you were holding your breath through all of that. 

“Are you okay?” Your mother noticed your thwarted expression. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, getting back to work. 

As you worked on your files, you lost track of time as your focus was solely on completing them. Your mind was distracted the second your secretary stood in front of your desk. 

“Can I help you?” You asked, your focus not leaving the papers in front of you. 

“Ms. y/l/n, someone is here for you.” She said. 

“Unless they have an appointment, I don’t have time to talk.” 

“M-Ms. y/l/n,” your secretary hesitated, “it’s Mr. Jung.”

You sighed, looking at the clock. You hadn’t realized it was already noon. Why is Jaehyun here? “Let him in.” 

Your gaze avoided the door to your office, you didn’t want him to think you were waiting for him. When Jaehyun walked in, he was dressed in a dark grey suit, his tie well done, his hair slicked back, he looked rather composed, unlike last night. 

“Hi, I hope you’re not too busy,” Jaehyun walked up to your desk, you could smell the cologne he always wore. It held a clean, wood, and rich scent like it was made solely for him. 

“Just a little bit, is everything okay?” You quietly asked. 

“Yeah,” he sat down in one of the seats in front of you, “I was wondering if you have time for lunch.” He enjoyed the moment last night as you two ate, so he wanted to have lunch with you today. 

Oh...Your eyes slightly widen, you didn’t know if you were excited or surprised. “I have time,” you nodded. 

“Great, I don’t know what you like so I just brought some kimbap that I made,” Jaehyun’s lips pressed together. 

“That’s okay, I like it.” You reached to grab one and popped it in your mouth.

Before you could grab another, your mother marched in, “Honey, I’m ba-OH! Mr. Jung, I wasn’t aware you were coming. I’ll leave you two be.” she quickly ran out. 

“No, mother it’s okay!” You begged, anticipating the awkward tension between you two, but she was quick to leave. “Sorry about that,” you commented, lowering back into your seat. 

“That’s okay,” Jaehyun chuckled, you saw those dimples and his whiskers again, it sent jitters to your spine. “What are you working on?” he nodded at the papers in front of you.

“Um-” you looked at your files, “-just approving the departments’ files. We’re coming out with a new Spring-Summer collection, so they need my approval for several things.” 

“That’s a lot. When do they need it?” 

“By the end of the week, I usually finish by Thursday but it looks like I’m going to have to bring some home so I can just finish on time,” your smile fell when you realized who was standing at the door. 

Jaehyun picked up on your expression and turned around in his seat, “Ch-Chaeyoung.” 

It felt as if time had slowed down, the three of you stood still in your places. None of you said a word and let the unsettling feeling resonate in each other’s bones. The silence blanketed the room and brought tension between everyone. 

You held your breath before speaking up, “What is it Chaeyoung?” you asked.

“Your secretary wasn’t at her desk and I needed to drop these off as soon as possible, they need your approval.” She walked towards your desk and gently set them on your desk. 

You thank her as she bows and leaves, Jaehyun’s gaze never leaving her figure. You felt your stomach lightly drop, was it the kimbap? Or were you flustered, hot, and maybe a little jealous? Nope. 

You cleared your throat, earning Jaehyun’s attention, “I’m full and I have a lot to do, so I’ll see you at home.” you said, this was a way of forcing him out of your office. 

“Y/n,” Jaehyun’s head fell to the side.

“I don’t want to know Jaehyun. Whatever you have with her is your issue,” you opened the doors to your office, “please leave.” you did your best at keeping your composure together. 

“Y/n, I ended things with her.” Jaehyun’s palms fell in front of you in reason. 

“Please, Jaehyun,” you gulped, “go.” 

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Would You Rather

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Summary: Y/N watches a movie. Bucky thinks she’s only had shit boyfriends.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: swearing; some sexual innuendos if you squint; spoiler for To All The Boys 2

A/N: i’m just gonna leave this here; i know i’ve just updated it yesterday but I LOVE THIS SERIES SO MUCH 

A/N2: i ain’t taking any responsibility for this or the next part (that will come tomorrow?), and as always i’d like to thank my beta and most supportive babe on this earth @the-chocolate-moose​ (please keep your blood pressure in check, don’t die on me)

Y/N wakes up with fingers grazing over her bare arm. There’s a hard body nestled right next to her and she snuggles closer, breathing in the smell of flesh, sleep and a faint forgotten tone of cologne. The sun that’s shining through the open windows heats her back, but she doesn’t want to move – right on the verge of waking up, there’s nowhere else that could ever feel better than this. A kiss to the top of her head, and she grasps at the tank top under her hand.

“Come on, baby, it’s already 10 o’clock.”

“Who cares?” She mumbles. “It’s Sunday.”

“Yeah, but I’ve been up for half an hour and I can’t listen to your mumbling about The Office anymore.” He says and nudges her in the shoulder. “I’ll make pancakes, come on.”

Y/N’s eyes pop open and she raises her head. Bucky’s hair is mated to one side, his mouth is quirked in a smile and he’s watching her from deep within an ocean. She’s never loved his eyes more than she does first thing in the morning, right before he gets out of bed.

“Can you put some chocolate chips in them, please?” She murmurs, a rare sweet smile that she only keeps for him.

“Sure, honey.” Bucky kisses her forehead once more and stands up from the bed. “Do you still have those coconut flakes I got? I can add those as well if you want.”

Y/N nods as she watches him put on sweatpants. Bucky starts chuckling when he notices her still laying in bed, sheets bunched up on her torso and thighs, inspecting his every move. He leans over her again, making her squeal when he delivers a rain of pecks on her cheeks.

“I’ll make the pancakes, but you have to make the coffee. I still have no idea how that stupid machine of your works.”

“Ok, ok! I’ll get up, jeesh! And here I thought you’re gonna bring me breakfast in bed.” She pouts.

“Who do you think you are, asshole?” He laughs. “Goddamn Queen of England? Get your butt to the kitchen, I’m spoiling you enough as it is.”

With Bucky gone, Y/N manages to put on her own clothes (well, technically that’s Bucky’s t-shirt, but he doesn’t need to know that), brush her teeth and make the bed. The smell of food finally forces her into the open kitchen, but she’s taking her sweet time in order to admire the view. Bucky’s piling pancakes on two plates, topless. Because that’s obviously the way to fucking cook, isn’t it? The muscles in his back and arms ripple with the motions, and Y/N is suddenly reminded how stupid boys are with their cute faces and dumb bodies.

“I’m almost done and there’s still no coffee.” He announces, back still to her.

“Oh, get off it, you big baby. I’ll make you your goddamned coffee.”

She pushes him to the side in order to turn on the machine. He bumps his butt to hers when she passes him to pour some water from the sink, which makes Y/N yelp and jab a finger in his stomach. Bucky slaps her hand away with the spatula, but she just sticks her tongue out and gives him the finger. Leaning on the counter, watching him flip the last pancake, Y/N crosses her arms in front of her.

“Do you have anything to do today?”

“Nope.”

Bucky takes the full plates and sets them on the table in front of the tv. He waits for her to take her own place on the sofa, keeping quiet until she doesn’t have two steaming mugs in her hands anymore.

“Peggy is spending her weekend at our place, so I was hoping to just hang around here and be lazy with you.”

“Ugh, fine. But if you’re gonna make me put on more clothes, I’ll kick you out.” She warns.

“When did I ever ask you to put on more clothes, babe?”

“You’re disgusting.”

A few hours later, Bucky is scrolling through his phone, while Y/N is laying under his arm, his free hand absently playing with hers. She’s entirely enraptured by what is happening in the movie on tv, which made her bite his knuckles once or twice. He’s unable to focus enough to follow the plot, but her comments and grumbles still make him laugh. A gasp suddenly escapes her lips and she squeezes his forearm, effectively trapping it between her chest and her hands. Bucky can feel her heartbeat under his skin, but he’s a bit distracted by the softness right at the edge of his arm.

“I knew it! I knew you were gonna go back to Peter!” She shouts. “Oh my God, that is so sweet. He loves her so much. Look, baby! Babe, look, look, they’re kissing, he loves her!”

“Stop pulling at my arm, I’m looking, you dumbass! Jesus Christ, how can you be so strong when you’re so tiny?” Bucky grumbles. “What happened?”

“He told her he’s been waiting for her to drive her home because it’s snowing and he knows she doesn’t like driving when it’s snowing. Isn’t this the cutest thing ever?”

Bucky frowns at the tv and then down at Y/N. She’s pouting, big puppy eyes waiting for his reaction. He flicks her forehead, making her bite on his thumb that she’s still clutching.

“Your boyfriends must’ve been shit if you think that’s the cutest thing ever.”

“He’s just a soft boy who’s told her she can break his heart if she wants to. How is that not romantic?”

Bucky shifts in his place until he’s laying on the couch, Y/N on top of him. She crosses her hands on his chest and places her chin on top, demanding an explanation. He smells like coffee and aftershave, and she’s just now noticing his jaw is clean. A finger traces his face until it lands on his bottom lip and she taps it two times. Bucky grabs her hand, kisses each of her finger tips and clutches it back to his chest.

“Ok, so this is a movie about teenagers, right?” He asks and waits for her to nod. “So, it’s more than likely they’ll break up when they’ll move to college. Now, would you rather live the greatest love story of all but not end up with that person or make it work with someone, putting in the effort through the years, knowing that in the end it was all worth it?”

“Can’t I have both?” She giggles. “Alright, fine. In the great words of my sweet bean Michael, ‘if soulmates do exist, they're not found. They're made. People meet, they get a good feeling, and then they get to work building a relationship.’ I’d rather be with someone who I can trust with all my being, although it might get tough at times. I don’t need a soulmate and I don’t need to be swept off my feet constantly, to live a whirlwind romance that ends up fizzling out. I want someone that I can count on, that I know will be there for me no matter what. I want someone I know I can love unconditionally and who will love me back no matter how atrocious I can get at times.”

“You can get pretty horrible.” Bucky nods seriously and has to dodge another flick of her hand. “So, there you go. It’s not the cutest thing ever. It’s cute, yes, but we both know there are more important things in a relationship.”

Y/N hums in agreement and lowers her head on his chest. Her eyes are starting to droop, the heat of the sun mixed with the smell of him making her drowsy.

“Would you rather marry me or your supposed soulmate?” She mumbles, already half asleep.

“You are my soulmate. I’d marry you in any life.” Bucky murmurs in her hair.

“You can’t. Sam would have a heart attack.” Bucky’s laugh rumbles under her, making her smile. “We should do it though. I mean, I’m never going to find anyone I love more than you anyway.”

“I want a spring wedding then.” He chuckles.

“Good. Me too.”

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Retrievers - XXXIII - Shooting Star

"So," Dixie starts, "Imma just get this out of the way. You hurt Amy, I rip you in half."

"I don't doubt that," Russia says, "and I don't intend to hurt him."

"Good."

There is a slight pause before the conversation continues.

"Maybe you'll even take over protecting him," Dixie ponders.

Russia laughs lightly.

"I'm not here to take your place," Russia amends.

Dixie laughs dryly.

"I don't think the states would let me," Russia says.

"Yeah, I guess that's true."

He continues riding down the road, and they arrive at the house sooner than they had expected. Russia sees America struggling out of the truck, and he hops up and rushes over. He holds back the urge to scoop him up into a hug and stands by.

"Hi, Russ," America whines, pain in his voice.

"What do you want me to do?" Russia asks.

"Just walk with me please."

America hops down with a cry, and Russia panics a little. America steadies himself, and Russia feels America's grip on his shoulder. Russia slowly shuffles forward, and America limps along. Russia helps America down onto the couch, and America sighs deeply.

"Thanks," America says, pecking Russia's cheek.

Russia sits up, his face hot. America giggles a little before sitting back with a pained groan. Russia turns to watch and America hovers his glowing hands over his chest. The magic flickers and America flinches.

"Are you okay?" Russia asks.

"Not really. My magic is low, but I want to be done with these fucking injuries."

Russia hums and glances outside. Then, an idea strikes him.

"What if I put more magic in you?" Russia asks.

America's face goes bright red and he laughs.

"You coulda said that better," America comments.

Russia shakes his head.

"When I was giving you more magic before," Russia explains

"Hmmm. I guess we could try," America reluctantly agrees.

Russia looks around at the calm atmosphere and closes his eyes, opening the valve. He takes a deep breath and starts looking around. He reaches out and takes some of the densest clumps of threads and bringing them toward him. He feels it flow through him and he places his hand gently over America's chest.

He directs it through his arms, and America starts to glow. The light blue grows more and more bright, and soon it becomes blinding.

America grabs Russia's wrists and pushes Russia's hands away. Russia blinks, and the static that had filled his chest disappears. America pulls Russia's hands down, and Russia breaths heavily. Russia looks down and sees that America had removed the leg splint.

"You're back," America says with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

"You were spaced out for a while. It worked by the way, and I started glowing really bright cuz I had nowhere to put all the magic when I finished healing."

Russia hums and looks around. He sees that the sun had begun to set.

"Russia is back?" California asks loudly.

"Yup!" America replies.

"Okay. Can you call a family meeting please?" California asks.

America nods and pulls a whistle from his pocket. He blows one large blast, and then he waits a moment. People stampede into the living room. The states drag countries and provinces into the room, and California stands tall in front of everyone. Ohio stands next to her, holding a laptop.

Kentucky walks up beside California, North Carolina following him and sitting down next to Russia. Russia watches carefully.

"We cracked the encryption on the laptop," California says.

"All of it?"

"Not quite, but we do have somethin' useful," Kentucky says.

"Like what?"

"We found that the Revolution has been dumping over-filtered magic, and we think that it's been happening recently around here."

"Thet would make sense, they have been using a lot of it," Massachusetts says.

"Is that why it looked grey?" Russia asks.

"It has a color?" Massachusetts asks.

"The magic from the stump is white threads. The bad magic is a grey cloud," Russia explains.

"So you can see where it's being dumped?!" Manitoba exclaims, sounding envious.

"I guess so," Russia replies with a shrug.

"That's not fair!" Manitoba exclaims.

Russia shrugs again, a clueless look on his face.

"Anyway," California interjects, "they're planning to dump more of it tomorrow at noon. The truck seems to be coming from the main base, or at least that's as much as we could glean about somewhere called Base Alpha."

"Base Alpha sounds like bad news to me," Dixie comments.

"According to prisoner records, most of the 'inmates' are being kept there. We aren't sure what they're doing to them, but we do know that if there is anywhere Ukraine would be, it's there," Kentucky adds.

Russia's heart flutters with excitement.

'I have a chance to find Ukraine.'

"Now we have to figure out who's going," America announces.

"I will," Texas volunteers from around a corner.

Texas walks into the room and Russia can't help but notice the teen constantly glancing over shoulder, and his eyes don't seem to be able to stay in one place. His face is marred with dark shadows under his eyes that rivaled America's.

Texas' legs shake underneath him, and his hands tremor at his sides. His eyelids droop dramatically before springing back open. He shakes his head each time, as if attempting to keep himself awake.

'That's not good.'

"No, you won't," Dixie insists, crossing his arms.

"I agree with Dixie, it's probably not a good idea," America says.

"What?! Why not?"

"Look at your hands. You're shaking and clearly have not been getting enough sleep," America explains.

"I'm fine," Texas growls.

"You are very clearly not," Dixie says, stepping forward, "we can all tell this whole adventuring thing has been getting to you, especially with what happened with Peaches."

"She's fine now," Texas snaps, stomping forward.

"But you're not," America says, standing up.

"Well, that didn't stop you!" Texas shouts, tears in his eyes.

"You're not going," America says with a tone of finality and a hint of concern.

"But I have to!" Texas yells, grabbing his hair and pulling on it.

"Tazzy, you gotta calm down," America tries, standing up and reaching a hand out to put on Texas' shoulder.

"No! I have to help protect you! I have to go with you! I have to!" Texas screams, pulling away and shoving his hands behind his back, "I can't lose you again! I can't risk losing anyone again!"

Texas' whole frame starts shaking and tears start streaming down his face. He starts heaving, and sobs escape his mouth. He tries desperately to wipe the tears away, but for every one he managed to erase, three more took its place.

The other states look panicked, and even Dixie looks startled. America is looking around, completely lost as to what to do. Russia stands up and walks over to Texas.

'He liked hugs before,' Russia tells himself, 'I hope this helps.'

Russia walks up in front of Texas and wraps him into a tight bear hug. Texas' hat falls gently to the ground, and Russia holds his breath.

"Let me go! I'm fine!" Texas exclaims. His voice cracks and he squirms, hitting Russia as much as the restrictions would allow.

'That will bruise.'

Russia holds a little tighter, and Texas gives way. Texas falls against him, weeping and sobbing. The words that escape his mouth are unintelligible. Russia feels shaking hands clutch at his collar, and he starts humming what he hopes is a calming tune.

"What did I do to my child?" America asks to no one in particular in a horrified tone, his eyes wide.

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“Do you like this, Jackie? Are you enjoying this?” Jason’s voice echoes on the walls around him, trapping him in this dark room like any ordinary lock would. Jason’s voice, in this case, is the lock. He’s taunting Jackie, even as Jackie struggles to crawl for the exit. He knows that if he can reach the door, Marvin will be waiting for him on the other side, waiting to gather him in his arms and carry him home. Jackie just needs to make it there, but moving is so painfully hard.

“I bet you enjoy this, Hero. I would love to hear you beg, plead for your life. You’re still too proud for that though, aren’t you? Always the martyr, even when everyone in your life’s abandoned you. No one wants you.”

“Sh...shut up,” Jackie whispers. Even now, with so much anger and defiance inside of him, he can barely string two words together. “...liar.”

“Am I?” Jason’s voice is far too close to Jackie’s ears; he can feel Jason’s breath tickle the back of his neck. “You watched your husband abandon you. You’re alone, Jackieboy Man. Are you even worthy of that title anymore?” He forcibly rolls Jackie over onto his back, kneeling over him. Jackie doesn’t have the energy to cry out or even lift his hands to defend himself.

He wants to scream that Marvin will come back, he wants to scream that he isn’t alone, but the evidence speaks for itself. Jackie is completely alone, in a suffocating darkness. Nothing feels worse than being left at Jason’s mercy, even moreso when Jason is digging his claws into Jackie’s chest, tearing him apart all over again.

“No!” Jackie finally manages to lift a hand to grab at the wrist of the person nearest him. In his panic, he assumes it’s Jason trying to claw at him, and Jackie is frantically trying to shove the person back away from him, while also trying to scramble back himself. “Don’t touch me!”

“Jackie, hey, hey, easy!” Strong hands come to grip Jackie again, first grabbing his wrists and pinning them together in one fist, then carefully pushing him back down. “Relax, please. You’re safe.”

Jackie thrashes some more, well aware of the fact he’s crying. “Don’t hurt me please! I’m sorry!” He tries to resist once more, but he still feels too weak to be effective in defense. “Please don’t hurt me!”

“Shh, please, or Henrik’s going to kick me out. You’re safe, Jacksie, I promise. You’re surrounded by friends. Please relax.”

“Hen…?” There are two things Jackie notices in that. One, being the mention of Henrik. If Henrik is around somewhere, then he has to be out of harm’s way. The second is the odd name used on him. Only two people ever have called him Jacksie, and the faded Irish accent tells him it’s not Chase in here. 

“Vin?” Jackie blinks his eyes open to focus on the blurry silhouette before him. He sees a hand lift to brush tears from Jackie’s eyes, and Jackie can’t resist leaning into the gentle touch.

“Yeah, it’s me. You’re okay, you’re safe, you’re in good hands.” Vin releases Jackie’s hands once the hero finally relaxes his muscles, and Jackie uses the heel of his hand to swipe at his eyes. That nightmare had been all too vivid.

“What happened?” Jackie stammers, trying to look Vin in the eyes, and failing. He feels ashamed, embarrassed, and utterly grief-stricken. Overwhelmed. It’s hard to make conversation, but he has the feeling Vin isn’t going to leave so easily.

“You’re safe and alive, that’s all that matters. Everyone else is upstairs and waiting to hear how you’re doing. You don’t have to make any decisions yet, I’m assuming you still don’t feel well, but you have a house full of people who are worried over you, including your kids.”

Jackie’s eyes widen as fresh tears spring to his eyes. “They’re safe?”

“Yes, everyone is alive and well, and in one piece, including you.” 

A multitude of emotions sweep over Jackie, resulting in him slinging an arm over his face so he can cry. He doesn’t remain in place for long, because Vin is gathering Jackie in his arms to hold him.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay Jackie. Just let it out, it’s okay. You’ve been through a lot, you’re okay.” Vin rubs his back soothingly while Jackie sobs into Marvin’s shoulder. Vin’s right, he doesn’t feel well. He feels sore and stiff, nauseated, and ready to run for a bathroom at any moment, even if he’s too dizzy to move. 

Still, this is nice. Being comforted like this after what he’d been through is a welcome difference, and Jackie doesn’t want to let go. There’s still that nagging urge in the back of his mind to push Vin away and retreat into his own corner where no one can touch him, though Jackie’s not entirely sure why he feels that way. Surely…

“Do you think you’d be ready to see Marvin soon?” Vin’s voice is a hushed whisper, still soothing and comforting. Jackie can recognize the spell wrapped in his words, designed to soothe and relax him, keep him from stressing out even more than he already is. “He’s been by your bedside for days.”

No. No, Jackie isn’t ready to see him. The faint memory comes rushing back to him: a glimpse of Marvin trying to comfort him. A glimpse of Marvin disappearing backwards through a portal, leaving Jackie alone.

Marvin left him.

He can feel himself starting to panic again, the urge to cry rising in his throat once more. He’s not thrashing or fighting Vin, he’s not trying to pull away, but he’s no longer leaning into Vin so heavily. 

“Jackie, it’s going to be okay.” Vin’s correctly guessing Jackie’s state, probably by his body language. Does Vin still have the ability to read minds?

“Yes, I do, and it’s going to be fine. I know Marvin, and I can see how much he loves you. I also know how much you love him, have faith in him.”

“I...do. I love him.” The words leaving his mouth feel stiff, but Jackie means them. He can see Marvin’s face so clearly in his mind, the image of the panicked man trying to drag Jackie away from Merlin. The man who’d come back for him in the end. His husband.

Jackie loves him. So much, it fucking hurts.

It doesn’t mean he can’t be disappointed in him.

He fights back the emotion. He’d gotten his cry out, released some tension, and at this point, it’d just be pointless grief. Grief that won’t leave his head or heart, but pointless all the same.

“Sorry for earlier,” Jackie mumbles, finally pulling away from Vin. “I didn’t hurt-” 

“Jackie, it’s okay. You were crying in your sleep, so I wanted to make sure you were okay. No one expected you to wake up so soon, so the fact you’re moving already is a good sign.” Vin takes the hint and scoots back, though the smile on his face doesn’t fade. “Are you feeling better?”

“No. I feel sick.” 

“Alright. Let me go talk to Henrik, okay? We’ll see if he and Chase are willing to make you something small to eat.” 

“Chase?”

“Yeah, your brother’s here too. Amon went and collected him. Like I said, everyone’s here, everyone’s worried about you.” Vin reaches over to ruffle Jackie’s hair. “You’re not alone, dear one. No one would leave you for dead.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart, Jackie. No one in this house is going to ever abandon you to evil again. No one.”

He already knew that he had loved ones, but knowing that everyone is fiercely as protective of him as he is of them- 

He’s crying again, this time harder than before. Maybe he just needs to cry.

It feels good anyway.

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Hey, I saw your "I have you, it's okay" Merthur drabble and thought it was incredible and beautifully written ❤️ So could I please request "Please tell me you aren't dead..." + Merthur, thanks xx

THANK YOU SO MUCH IMMA CRY🥺😭this is so kind, of course you can request that!! id literally write anything anyone asks me🥺thank you so much for the request, i hope i don’t let you down!! (im doing canon era again because i live for them, with all the knights alive and such) (i also made merlin say the prompt instead of arthur this time to mix things up)

Merlin was going to kill Arthur...if he wasn’t dead already. 

Last night, the knights, the King and his servant went out to the tavern after sparring to try to enjoy the beautiful new spring weather that had finally arrived in Camelot—instead of sweating and beating each other relentlessly in the sun, Merlin thought unenthusiastically. This tavern trip, however, was different from the others. Instead of Gwaine leading the charge towards drinking unmercifully, it was surprisingly Arthur this time around. Merlin usually didn’t drink—just in case King Prat needed saving, but this time he couldn’t help himself. He was having a good day: Arthur was being unusually kind and tactile with him, Lancelot complimented his outfit, and Gwen stopped by today to give him his favorite sweet from the kitchens, so having a few drinks with his family would only top off his day. It is a known fact in Camelot that Merlin is a lightweight drinker—his abnormally low tolerance for alcohol made every knight howl with laughter, especially when he was hiccuping after drink number three. 

What drunk Merlin and company didn’t realize at the time was how little Arthur was drinking. While Merlin, Gwaine, and Lancelot were on drink number four, Arthur barely touched his first round. Arthur had a reason, of course, for going light today, but he didn’t want to let the others realize his lack of drunkenness. He played the part of drunk King, but he had different plans for that night. 

Earlier that day, a report came in from the south. The writer claimed to have seen a rare creature, one that only existed in the myths and legends, while pleading with the King of Camelot to conquer the beast before it can harm more of his people. Arthur refused to let Merlin read the report—which never happened. Merlin was hurt for a minute, but Arthur soon made it up to him by ordering two plates to be served for lunch (Merlin soon forgot about the paper after that). The reporter was convinced that the creature was a Necat Caritatem. They weren’t big creatures, and they didn’t look extremely threatening. They haven’t been seen in over a century--according to the library, that is. The name loosely translated to “love kills,” which is precisely what it does. It lures their prey with the scent of what or who they love the most, uses it to capture their victim, to slowly suck the love out of them. There are other stories that if the Necat Caritatem catches you with your love, they delight in witnessing one lover losing their love almost as much as the actual taking of the feeling. Arthur had believed they were all killed off--they were once the greatest threat in the land, and if this letter is to be believed, then his kingdom did face one of its biggest threats of their time. 

Killing love is killing hope, light, and freedom all at once. The essence of humankind thrives on the existence of this one single idea, hope. Existing in this world, that can cease to be at any moment, is arduous without optimism. Giving a seedling light allows it to thrive, it becomes one with the world, part of something bigger than itself. Refusing this light slowly kills it. Taking away this love, this hope in the world of darkness, is the worst kind of pain. Arthur refused to let Merlin see the report. He knew where that would lead: “Merlin, no, you can’t come with me” “Arthur, don’t be stupid, of course I’m coming. Who would protect you?” Every time it was the same conversation, with different threats, but this conversation will not happen today. 

This was different. This adventure could take Merlin away from Arthur, and he wouldn’t let that happen. Merlin was Arthur’s love, his hope, his life. Taking away Merlin’s unconditional love would be like stripping away the sun from the earth. Arthur knew that without Merlin’s love and loyalty, Arthur would amount to nothing. Merlin’s smile helped Arthur get out of bed in the morning and was the last thing he thought about before he closed his eyes. Merlin is too important to Arthur, to his kingdom he helped build. Arthur knew Merlin kept secrets, but he didn’t hold it against him. How could he? Arthur understood--he truly did. People keep secrets for a few reasons, but the only one Arthur could give for Merlin would be that Merlin’s secret could hurt those around him and Arthur knew Merlin went to great lengths to avoid hurting those he loved. Some would argue that Merlin kept secrets because Arthur was king, but he knew that wasn’t the case. Some things are safer kept to one person, but he hoped that Merlin would truly let him into his heart one day. 

So, back to the drinking. Merlin was giggling with Gwaine’s attempts at flirting when Arthur tried to make his escape. He was just about to excuse himself when Merlin turned his beautiful, blinding smile onto him, and Arthur had to hold the edge of the table to stop his knees from collapsing underneath him. He holds too much power over me, Arthur thought ruefully with a small returning smile for drunk Merlin’s sake. Merlin stumbled over to Arthur and swung his arm around his shoulders, “Want to retire, sirrree?” Merlin sang to him into his ear. Arthur’s first thought was, how does he understand me so hammered?, then out loud he laughed, “Yes Merlin, I do have a kingdom to run tomorrow, but let’s get you to bed before Gwaine gets you to do anything unlawful.” Merlin just smiled at that and bid his goodbyes to the group, stumbling fast on Arthur’s heels. As Merlin was dead on his feet, the minute they were out of sight Arthur picked him up bridal style to move this along faster. 

Arthur deposited Merlin on the king’s bed, taking care of him for as long as he could. When Arthur gave Merlin his mother’s sigil, he thought it would represent his love and respect for Merlin, but maybe it would help Merlin rise to be the leader he knew he could be when he is gone. Arthur could think of no one else better to lead his legacy. 

He quietly asked for a horse to be prepared so he could start his southern quest. In the candle light, Merlin looked to be softly glowing. Arthur tried to remember every detail of his best friend, but he would need to leave soon if he wished to get there by sunrise. At the last minute, he decided to write Merlin a quick note explaining what was happening, with the report underneath it, ending the letter with ‘Yours Always, Arthur.’ This was the right thing to do. If Arthur was going to go down, it would be fighting for a future where Merlin exists. 

Merlin woke up with a raging headache that doubled when he opened his eyes to the blinding light. The only thing he remembers from last night was Arthur’s lovely smile and the third drink. The softness underneath him, though, was a rude awakening. He jumped out of the bed but was immediately too dizzy to have a coherent thought. After putting his head against the cold wood of the bed, he decided he was stable enough to finally look around. The first things that drew his attention were the plate of food, Gaius’s hangover medicine, and a pile of papers that had his name written on top. Downing the cure, following that up with some bacon, he sat down to read.

Of fucking course he would, Merlin thought angrily, if there is one scratch on his stupid perfect blond head I’ll kill anyone who has ever threatened him. Merlin left the King’s room in a flurry of anger, love, and desperation. The servants quickly avoided this version of Merlin, knowing better, while he made his way down to the stables to go himself. 

The trip was fairly quick, but what Merlin saw when he arrived made his blood run cold. Arthur was surrounded and caked by blood, both silver and red. Merlin halted for a second, letting his heart slow down enough to get the physician in him to address the situation clearly.

 It didn’t work. 

Merlin walked unsteadily to Arthur, his breath coming in harsh puffs. This wasn’t the end. This couldn’t be the end. They had a kingdom to continue building, they had people to free, but, most importantly, they had their lives ahead of them to learn how to love each other, properly, that is--without one of them trying to die to keep the other alive. 

"Please tell me you aren't dead..." Merlin whispered when he bent down to Arthur’s body, tears already flowing down his face. 

Arthur’s breath was shallow but still there. Breathing, even this small, made the hope in Merlin’s chest burst. He could make it. 

Merlin put his forehead against Arthur’s, put his hands against his heart, and put his entire soul and magic into Arthur. Arthur took a gasping breath and opened his eyes to see his Merlin sobbing onto him. Snapping his head up, it took Merlin to realize that his eyes were still burning gold. Arthur, still breathing heavily, took Merlin’s face into his hands and kissed him. Merlin, still catching up on what was happening, hesitated and when he finally understood what this kiss meant, Arthur unceremoniously passed out again--looking healthier as time continued on. 

Arthur managed to kill the Necat Caritatem in a bloody fight. The creature tried to use a hallucination of Merlin doing magic against him to slow down Arthur’s fighting, but seeing Merlin with beautifully golden eyes, giving off such an auror of power only made Arthur fight harder. If Merlin truly had that power within him, then Arthur wanted to witness that power himself. He knew Merlin’s heart, and an evil sorcerer is not who he was--no matter what this creature showed him. Not expecting that reaction of pure love, the creature fought dirty and clumsily--since it’s main source of attack was usually against the mind. Arthur ended it with Excalibur through its heart, and with Arthur trying to remember when his vision started getting so blurry.

The next time he woke up, it was to Merlin crying over his body, glowing ethereally. Those eyes he was taught to hate was the only reason he was alive, and the golden fire seemed to complete who Merlin was to him: strength, power, wisdom, and love. Through that train of thought, Arthur’s only reasonable reaction was to kiss the ever-loving shit out of Merlin until the dark claimed him once more.

[cutegirlmayra]

This is gonna be a v. indulgent prompt but how about some Silvamy? Especially with silver hopelessly pinning Amy (imma ramble on: his heart fluttering, heart beating so fast whenever he thinks of her and he is much happier and healthier, and he pinsss and yearns and longs) and the ending is more two sided? Maybe? Thank u 🎉

I’ll do my best, Sweet-Chan ^^;b

ONCE AGAIN, PLEASE, PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN! DON’T SEND ME MORE UNTIL THEY REOPEN AGAIN! Thank you~

Prompt:

It was getting harder…

I came back from the future on a report of something happening with the Chaos Emeralds in the past. Apparently, Eggman had found himself a new ‘friend’, so to speak. But this… this monster was like nothing Sonic, nor his friends had ever faced before.

We were engulfed by the Chaos Emeralds power, time and space suddenly shifted, but not just that…

I shifted.

We were all separated, but me and… Me and Amy, by some matter of fate, were consumed in the light that sent us to the same place.

Here, there seems to be a never-ending winter. But the snow doesn’t really bother me so much. Amy, though… It was hard to watch her struggle.

This place… this zone… It was horribly gloomy. But no matter how cold Amy was, she was always… smiling.

Silver stopped walking a moment, his feet sinking into the snow a moment as he looked up into the cloudy air above him.

“Will it never stop snowing?” he held out his hand, watching a snowflake fall to it and melt even before it reached him.

It wasn’t just body heat, but his unique abilities allowed him to divert the chilly wind or keep the sun centered on them. He could telepathically move heat to himself, something he couldn’t have done before. But in this strange world… with the Chaos Emeralds effect creating for him some new abilities, he was able to do many things.

“S…Silver…”

His eyes widened and he turned around. “Amy..!” his hand glowed and he immediately brought her closer, within the ‘orb’ he had created to keep the heat in. “I’m sorry, I must have been moving too fast. I’ll try and remember to keep you close…em!” his face suddenly turned red, seeing her willingly lean into his chest fur and shiver from the cold outside his concentrated bubble.

“Y-you o-o-ought to look be-be-behind you more…” It was a light scold, barely a complaint as she rubbed her arms for warmth.

“OoooOOOoohh… Silver! Don’t just stand there! R-rub your hands with mine!” she took his hands instantly before he could even object and turned her back to the warmth of his chest and began rubbing their hands together.

“E..Ehh??” He moved his head around, not sure what to do but tried fighting the urge to resist her. “A-Amy…”

“Quit making a fuss, you’re the one that has these new ‘heat’ powers and besides, you said that next time I get cold I could just come closer to you, right?” she looked behind her a second and then placed his–now warm hands–up to her face. “Ahh~ It’s like hand warmers… but literally! Haha!”

He was so confused. For one, his heart was doing something strange. Was it the chaos manipulation? He couldn’t tell. It bounced in rhythm to a song he didn’t know nor understood, but the pounding sensation made him uncomfortable…

“A-Amy…” He lightly whispered this protest out, but then just shut his eyes to take it. ‘I-It was my fault she fell out of the force, I should be m-more considerate of her!’ his eyelids trembled before blinking open again. “U-Um… That’s not quite how it works but… I am sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry, Silver. I know you’re trying your best to find a way back to our time and place.” Amy’s voice comforted him almost instantly, but he didn’t know why.

She had moved his gloved hands away from her face, looked up and over her shoulder, and smiled so warmly to him… he didn’t need the sun for a moment, he just needed her eyes to warm his insides.

His hands twitched slightly… they were warm against her face…

His eyelids drooped and his actions began to be smoother in motion, moving to take her hands again as she–surprised–looked to see what was going on.

“Huh?”

“I promise. I’ll find a way to get us out of here.”

‘W-where was this strength coming from? I see her face and I just… her hope in me… I don’t want to let her down! I have to protect her! She’ll die out here if it wasn’t for my new abilities. I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen!’

With new resolve, nodded to her, “Amy, I think I’m gonna try and fly again.”

“Fly?” Amy turned away from the odd action of his hands and looked back to him, curious. “But didn’t you fall straight into the snow last time?”

In this winter wonderland, she was like looking at spring.

He smiled, relaxing for some unknown reason. “Please, have a little more faith in me.”

“Yeah, but you hit rock bottom. Hard…” Amy looked a bit worried, but her words suddenly shook his resolve.

“I-I-I was just off my usual balance and concentration!” he blushed again, raising his voice just a little higher to try and sound affirmative. “I don’t think it will happen a-again!”

“Emm…” she studied his face, then squinted her eyes and moved… -gulp- dangerously close to his face.

“I-Is there something wrong?” he shifted his eyes about, not liking how his hands grew sweaty and his heart started to skip the song and just start playing an entirely new beat.

After a moment of her invading his own personal bubble inside the heat trap, she finally moved away and smiled. “I can see Sonic in your eyes. I know you’ll do it. Just like he does!” she beamed.

But that… broke his spirit somewhat.

He froze… in that little melting snowbank…

He let go of her hands, “O-oh… like Sonic… Right.”

‘Why am I acting this way..? What has the Chaos Emeralds done to me? Sonic is an amazing hero… I… I don’t understand why comparing him to be is so upsetting right now…’

he moved up and began to try and float again, but his jaw tightened and his eyebrows quivered down to a narrowed glare.

‘I’m not Sonic! I’ll do this my way. I’ll show her she can trust my eyes! Why did she see him in me?! What does that even mean-Ah…Ahhhh!!!’

Silver lost his focus again and straight down into an icy river he fell.

“Silver!” the muffled voice of Amy’s cry under the water broke his moment of unconsciousness from the impact.

‘Amy… I’m failing her… she needs me … she … I have to… keep her warm…’ The cold was starting to pierce through his thick hair and fur, the wetness soaking his gloves and shoes… now the bitter cold finally made his actions slow, but his mind was fully alive. ‘Amy… Amy..!!!’

As he tried to bring out his power, reaching his hand up to the water’s clear and shining surface, it was disturbed almost instantly by Amy jumping in and diving for him.

‘What?’ Air bubbles escaped his mouth, left completely in amazement. ‘She’ll get cold… what is she doing? Is she… coming for… me?’

She grabbed his hand, turning around and heading back to the surface.

We quickly found a shelter, it wasn’t much, but with the excuse–wait… why am I calling it an excuse? It’s a reliable reason! A-anyway… I was wet and cold. Amy came closer and began to rub my arms and head, trying to help me warm up so I could use my power again.

She was clearly freezing… but even as her teeth clattered against one another… I would look up and see her desperately trying to warm me… Where did that determination come from? Was it… Was she…

Silver’s eyes suddenly focused on her, as she began to sigh.

“Man… You’re really soaked all the way through. Geez… I told you you could, but I didn’t mean for you to bolt off into the sky like that! It was too fast, of course you wouldn’t be able to see. Ohhh… I should have mentioned to take it easy. I guess my motivation can sometimes be a little too effective…”

Her hands over his head… he completely gave in and let her hands move his head in any which way they moved him. He closed his eyes, feeling her and her breath just above him.

He was sitting down, but Amy was up on her knees, moving closer as he went limp.

“H-hey! Come on, Silver! Stay with me!” her voice turned frantic and he blinked his eyes slowly open again.

“S-…Sorry.”

‘What’s happening to me? I just… I want her closer…’

He could feel the urge to lift his icy hands up, pull her against him, and let the heat do the rest… but as he thought about it, his face flushed again and he couldn’t help but stare up at her.

“S…Silver?” She leaned one hand down to touch his head, “Ah! You’re burning up!”

“…Am I?” he smiled, his eyes bending as though he wasn’t completely there anymore.

“Ohh…” Amy looked a little upset, placing her forehead to his own. “Hmm… Here.” she sat down in front of him and leaned against him, holding him. “Take in some of my heat. Together, we should be able to warm each other up enough for you to use your powers again.”

…Did he want too?

If he did… she wouldn’t remain like this… But would he rather die a frozen hedgehog than let her go?

Soon, he had enough strength to trigger his powers again, allowing Amy to rest in the warmth of the sun for a moment as they headed out.

“Don’t let go!” he urged, a few times, as Amy held onto his flying body. “For some reason, I can’t lift you up and hold this circle around us at the same time.”

‘…Is it wrong to say I don’t want to try? Is that lying?’

“Waahh..! Just try and summon Chaos Control again! Eeee..! Don’t drop me!” she was flailing about, holding herself up by wrapping her arms around his neck, being held up by his shoulders.

He puffed out his chest, smiling.

He had plenty of energy now, but tilted himself slightly to keep her balanced on him a bit.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ever let you fall.” he leaned his head into the top of hers. “Never… Definitely never.”

‘Who needs a portal?’ had he completely lost his mind?

When a portal opened above him though, he was sad, but Amy’s face lit up in joy.

“It’s working!”

“I’m not doing that…” He admitted, almost like he was pouting in disappointment.

The gang had saved them… whoopie.

Coming back, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Defeating Eggman? He took his time, didn’t work as hard. Going back to the future? He made every attempt to convince Sonic and the gang he needed to stay longer…

Really, I just wanted to be around her more.

Her cheery voice… her gentle touch… her tough attitude during cold fronts… She was amazing to him.

‘Maybe she does love everyone… but for now, I’ll just pretend it’s only me.’

His powers returned to normal, so now he didn’t have an excuse to hold her hands, bring her closer…

He bent down by her side while she attended her garden. She was so close… yet so far.

He wanted so desperately to reach out for her, even thinking of maybe taking the hose in her hand and manipulating it to spray near her, then he would jump in–grab her– and yell out, “Look out!” as though he hadn’t staged it.

Her soft fur against his own… Her hands moving along his head… Her voice crying out his name…

“Silver?”

“Yeah… just like that.” he closed his eyes and leaned his head up to the sun, before hearing her say it again.

“Umm… Silver?” Her eyes looked unamused.

“…GAHK!?” His face shone red and he freaked out, jumping up into the air and hovering their a second, “Did I say that out loud!?”

“E-hee. You sure did.” she giggled it off… but would she ever figure it out?

“Ohh Geez…” He slouched in the air.

“Hey, make yourself useful and fetch me some of those sunflower seeds.” She pointed behind her. “I also want to plant some of those white flowers over here. They remind me of you! Haha! See?” she showed him the picture, taping it to a stick and putting the stick down in the soft, deep brown soil where her flowers would go.

“Sunflowers?” he blinked his eyes, using his abilities to bring them over. “These ones?”

“That’s right! I wanted something to remind me of the sun in that world, and of you, of course.” She nodded towards him.

“…You are my sun.”

“Huh?”

“Ohh… Nothing!” he gripped his head, ‘Man, figuring out I love her is so hard! I can’t hide a thing! At least she’s easily distracted and can’t tell…’ 

“N-Nothing at all!!!” he took off, “Ignore me!”

“Hmm… What is that boy thinking?” Amy batted an eye a moment, “Couldn’t be… me, could it?” she laughed at the idea. “Silver?”

He flew back, still flustered. “E-emm?” his mouth wiggled in a nervous line, and his eyes remained shut and head facing up and away from her pretty gaze towards him.

“…I hope you don’t leave for a while.” her eyes softened.

“H-huh?” He turned to finally look at her again.

“…Do you know why?” she tilted her head, …

‘Ohh… Don’t do that.’ his eyes turned back to a clear sign of infatuation. ‘Can’t you see it drives me wild!?’

“No… I don’t know why…” He moved closer, “Tell me?”

The plea was almost too much, so she turned away and “Pfft!”d to the side.

‘Oh, now she’s mocking me.’ he pouted, moving slightly away.

“I’m serious! Why do you want me to stay?”

“Cause the world seems a lot warmer with your innocent heart flying around everywhere.” she winked his way, and then planted the first seed of the white flower. “It’s nice to have you around… You’re very genuine. I hope these flowers bloom before you do go. That way, I won’t be sad when you leave. But I’ll have them spreading that same warmth to my world. Well, I hope so, anyway.” She giggled, “Don’t make that stop you from leaving if you were going too. I just wouldn’t have a picture of you, and that would be sad, you know?”

She took out her miles-electric, looking sadly to it with a smile before he put his hand to it and pushed it down, startling her as she looked to his face just inches away from her cheek, hovering over her shoulder.

“Don’t worry.”

‘Does she see my eyes now..? And not Sonic’s?’

He smiled kindly to her, trying to convey what his heart pined for him to declare.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

And for once, he did see her stare differently at him.

‘These aren’t Sonic’s eyes…’ He moved closer…

‘They’re mine… Looking at you.’

[inspirationdivine]

The Best First Impressions || Morgan & Lydia

Lydia and Morgan finally meet. It’s a time. 

(drug manipulation tw)

It was a warm spring day. There was no breeze, and the sun shone brightly overhead. Lydia wasn’t the only one headed to the beach, but she’d recently stumbled across a little alcove that was tricky to reach, so few people did. The jagged, uneven boulders that blocked the way in would challenge even those with the best balance. Fortunately, Lydia had a winged advantage that helped her balance, and with no one watching, she was over in no time. Only a small handful of people were here, most lazying in the sun. Setting down her beach towel, Lydia slid off her dress to reveal a yellow bikini, and promptly waded into the water, shivering in delight at the liquid chill. 

Morgan had grown guilty over sinking down in the pool so often and found that a steady walk to the beach offered a different brand of nothing to fill the day with. The ocean had its own movement, it’s own pressure, so fierce it seemed like chaos. She let out the air in her lungs slowly and sank, eyes open, deep into the current as the waters churned and her body was carried back and forth in the saddest lullaby rock. But dead girls didn’t sleep. And sometimes, Morgan thought, they didn’t think much of a little mischief. A woman’s leg passed her as she drifted. She reached up and found she could just graze her skin. With the weight of the ocean pressing around her, the pressure was so faint it was more akin to grazing the idea of skin, the concept of a body. When it passed again. Morgan grabbed her ankle and pulled, just long enough to submerge her hair and bring her face to face with Morgan’s dead eyed stare. She was pretty, she thought distantly. She almost felt bad for ruining her perfect hair. Morgan let go and watched her. 

Of course, at such low tide it wasn’t surprising that the seaweed was thick in the water as she swam along. It brushed along her calf, but Lydia was no spring chicken and knew better than to startle at such a minor thing. The water was so cold it was soothing, refreshing her mind and pulling her away from nicotine stained painting and surly humans. It stopped being soothing, naturally, the moment a claw wrapped around her ankle and dragged her underwater. Her wings plunged underwater as Lydia tried to get her bearings, blinking a few times before seeing the face in the water in front of her, pale and dead in appearance. Lydia shrieked soundlessly, bubbles erupting  in front of her as Lydia writhed to be released. It - whatever the hell it was - let her go and Lydia gasped as she broke the surface, coughing and hacking up water as she struggled straight for the shore, looking frantically behind her at the dangerous depths. Wasn’t anywhere in this town pleasant?

Morgan stayed where she was a moment, watching the woman retreat before the waves pushed her ashore enough to make breaking the surface easy. Somewhere faraway, she imagined she was falling too easily into these petty crimes against social norms and decency. But the look on people’s faces, the wrongness of it all, struck something familiar inside Morgan that she couldn’t get to on her own. It brought her almost up to a real feeling. She lifted her head above the waves and spouted an arc of water from her mouth. “Careful out here, the beach can be a weird place,” she said. She crawled up the sandy floor and lay where the water could leave the faintest of scratches on her skin as it washed over and back, not noticing the clams scuttling up behind her. 

It had followed her up. The woman had followed her up - Lydia realised, not a mindless beast at all but a prankster. Coughing, Lydia rolled her shoulders to dry her elytra and wings, glamoured as they were. “Oh, you’ve had your fun, haven’t you?” As her heart slowed, Lydia became less afraid, and more impressed. It was at the very core of who fae were, after all. Tricksters and mischief. Lydia coughed again, the salt water burning the back of her throat. Perhaps not too impressed. Her eyes slid past Morgan as the sands began to shift. “You should take your own advice. Behind you!”

Morgan shrugged in reply to the woman’s question. She was taking this all very well for someone who had been frightened enough to scream. She wondered if something had happened to her to make her used to this sort of thing. She certainly didn’t look very dead, so it couldn’t be that. “I have a lot of time on my hands,” she deadpanned. And try as she might, no walk or scare was going to change that. There was no running out, no sleep, only another hour to fill and another one after that. So there was no alarm when she turned and saw the giant clams toddling up on strange spindly legs. She inched back on the sand. They looked like some nightmare version of a children’s cartoon. Too big for their feet and too strange and real to be cute. She continued to stare as one of them opened its strange clam mouth and chomped eagerly on her toes. “Shit,” she said. More mystified than anything else. She inched farther away and held up her foot, toe bones already sprouting back, for the woman to see. “Did you know it was gonna do that?” She asked. 

"I can tell, accosting strangers like that," Lydia replied haughtily. "Perhaps you should consider a hobby." She wrung out her hair, watching the other warily. And then watching as the large clans arose, on squishy tendrils that didn't look like any creature she'd ever seen. Lydia didn't feel as alarmed as perhaps she should have. She watched distantly as it descended on the other woman's toes. In fact, Lydia surprised herself with a giggle. Blood oozed out of Morgan's foot, followed by bones. In the background, people were screaming. "Nope! Oh look - it might do it again!" Lydia chuckled as the clam wandered closer, looking to take another bite.

Morgan looked quizzically at her foot, which was already red with muscle and tapering with raw skin. The woman seemed to be okay, to think it was even funny and well, as Morgan lowered her foot to the giant clam and pulled away again, teasing it as she would her cat Anya. The clam snapped and scuttled, agitated, and maybe it was the breath Morgan drew to ask (because, seriously, this had freaked Erin out into logging off on her and she saw dead parts all the time), but it became kind of funny to her too. Elsewhere on the beach, people were falling over as the clams munched on their lively flesh. At least one foot of a sunbeather was not growing back anytime soon. Morgan snorted and continued her tug of war. “Shit you’re right!” She said, as the bone broke clean off and she crab walked back a few feet to show off again. “Come and see!”

Lydia watched with a wide grin on her face as Morgan teased the clam with her foot, swinging it too and fro. It bit her and Lydia gasped “Oh! You’re a zombie! That explains so much! I do not think my limbs would-” Morgan’s leg snapped off. “Oh you naughty little thing. Darling, does that hurt? No- no, don’t bite me!” Lydia giggled as she hopped back, out of the beast’s reach. This was so bizarre. The most bizarre thing was that Lydia aborred gore.. She had absolutely no stomach for it whatsoever. Yet here she was, laughing as veins and flesh stitched themselves together. Something was entirely wrong and Lydia could not find it in herself to care a single iota. 

Morgan gasped with delight. “Oh my god! You know what I am!” She kicked the clam back with her other leg and got to her feet, giggling, beside herself as it bowled into another one and flailed like a turtle on its back. She staggered up to the woman, clumsy on her still-growing feet. “No one in town knows what I am unless I tell them! They’re so dumb!” She stumbled into her, laughing still. When was the last time she’d actually laughed like this? She didn’t even remember anything being this funny when she was alive. “It doesn't hurt like you’d think. I can’t feel anything like you’d think. Not my feet, or my girlfriend, or the ocean. You know it’s just kinda heavy, like melted jello! What are you? You’re too smart to be norma--oh look!” Another beachcomber bit the dust, arms flailing like they were going down a waterslide and not into a fat clammy mouth.

“Your leg is regrowing as we speak! It is completely obvious! However, I bet you don’t grow legs every time you meet someone. Oh!” Lydia gasped, giggling so much she was finding it hard to breath. “Those humans dying bloodily over there don’t bother you too much, do they? Good grief, now that is a sight!” She disgracefully snorted in between her laughter as a human was pulled apart by two clams playing the most darling game of tug of war. “Oh, I feel so many things. All the time! It’s just so much sometimes.” She put her hands on Morgans shoulder as more laughter bubbled out of her belly. “You know I think-  I think-” She booped Morgan on the nose and giggled some more, “I think we’ve been drugged- Oh no!” As the clam surged forward, snapping at Morgan’s ankle, Lydia tried to pull the other woman out of the way, and instead stumbled so that they fell backwards, Morgan landing on top of her. Lydia’s burst out laughing again, like a teenage school girl with far too much soda in her belly. 

They went crashing down together and Morgan barely stopped her nose from cracking against the woman’s, hands bracing herself on either side of her damp head. She burst out laughing in her face and rolled off splashing sand in her hair. “Drugged! That’s--that’s the word! Mmhm, too smart to be normal--oh!” There went another set of toes. Morgan staggered up drunkenly and pulled her new friend with her. “We have to get you out of here before you’re dead like me. I did that, you know? And now look at me!” She bent her head sideways as if she might dislocate her head, then pushed them further up the shore, towards the road, squealing. “Ooh, we names, otherwise, imma call you Sandy, Sandy.” 

Lydia giggled, grabbing her purse as Morgan staggered upright and pulled her with her. “Yes yes I agree! I’m not human so I would just be dead dead which would suck there is so much I still want to do!” She followed Morgan up the shore, shaking sand out of her hair. “This is your fault! First you got me wet -”Lydia giggle snorted at that, clutching at her belly- “Then you threw sand in my hair. Hey!” A car honked them as it buzzed passed, and she pulled Morgan onto the other side of the road. “I’m Lydia. And who are you, trickster drowner zombie… person!” Lydia clearly thought this was the height of wit, snickering again.

Morgan blew a raspberry at the passing car as she flashed it the finger. She turned back to Lydia, grinning, and got up on her toes to help brush out more of the sand. “Morgan,” she replied. “I mean you could call me trickster zombie, but Morgan comes off way easier to say. And I didn’t reeeally drown you. I let you go on purpose, you know. Do I get your other card, Lydia, or is that a secret? I’ll give you a whole finger if you tell me,” she said, waggling her brows with amusement. Just don’t set it on anything pretty, it turns to goop after a while.” She laughed again, but it was more effortful to draw air to make her laughter float float as it had before.

“Morgan! That’s fun.” Lydia rolled her eyes and snorted. “You drowned me a little! Did I mention the hair getting wet?” Tragically, the more she spoke, the more she began to cringe at herself, especially the giggling and childish speaking. “Please, no fingers. I already have a dear friend who gives me bones and dead gifts. Keep your finger. Or donate it to the clams. Up to you. Let’s just say I’m much more upset about getting my wings wet than my hair.” Lydia shivered, still in a bikini, still covered in sand and still completely wet. Looking at the pair of them, Lydia couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, sitting down on a grassy embankment. “Do you think that’s a common occurence?”

“Well my humblest apologies for the fright. I didn’t know you were gonna be so nice,”Morgan said, frothing up with one more giggle as she joined Lydia on the grass. She hadn’t cared about how Lydia had felt at all was the thing. It was one of the strange twists of not being able to feel right. Everything was far away, especially strangers. She worked on squeezing out the water from her own hair and clearing off the sand from her one piece bathing suit and shorts. She had to concentrate, eyes on each gesture so she could tell when she was actually done. “You have a friend like that?” She asked. It sounded like Deirdre’s language, but she was sobering up enough to want to hold her tongue. “Your--oh. I see. Um...yeah, that’s...a good idea. They didn’t get hurt, did they? Or the rest of you? I can’t tell, you know. I try, but it’s only been a little while since I became...this.” She looked over at the bloody beach and back to the road. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “This whole place seems kind of cursed if you ask me. Hopefully not too common. It’d be nice to be able to come back.”

“Indeed. I don’t much share her fondness of death, but she’s one of my favourite people in town,” Lydia mused, settling back to look at the blue sky over had, as goosebumps ran up her body. “No. Although I suspect if we’d stayed giggling much longer I would have ended up like those humans over there. What do you think? Six deaths? It might even make it into the paper.” Sighing, Lydia shook her head, because human death was no longer as amusing as it had been a few minutes ago, and now it was starting to make her feel a little nauseous. At least she had company to distract herself. “So you can pretend to drown more people?” Lydia asked with a wry tongue in cheek smile as she looked the young zombie over. “New to being a zombie, but not new to the supernatural. No wonder you’re filling your time with underwater trickery. The clams weren’t there last time I went to that specific alcove, which is all the more pity. Perhaps now they’ve eaten they’ll return to nests… or whatever it is that clams do.”

“She is, huh?” Morgan said softly, her smile turning lopsided. In the fae world in town, as far as she knew, that could only be Deirdre. She turned her attention back to the sand on her shorts to avoid any telling attention from Lydia. To be with a human was, apparently, unspeakably wrong, but was a zombie much better? She could live as long as they could, and she could...do other things, she supposed, not that she could think of any. “I guess if she’s like you, she’d be pretty tough to beat,” she shrugged. “And I don’t…” she hesitated, trying to be as truthful as possible without embarrassing herself. “It was just kind of an impulse,” she said. “I don’t make it a habit...underwater, at least. I did grab an ankle in a graveyard yesterday, though. They ran away before I could say anything else. Um...I didn’t used to be like this.” Well, she had sold rocks to lonely old ladies in Arizona and hockey moms and desperate teenagers. And she had helped Vera land a monkey’s paw. And Kaden that bowl. But it had seemed different then. No one, at least, had screamed. Or run for the hills. She looked over her shoulder at the carnage, which appeared to be dying down at last. She winced. Those poor people. And those body fragments, split and bleeding into the sand, the muscle still red and-- Morgan looked back to the street, hands over her stomach. “However many it is, it’s not pretty. But maybe the rest of the world will catch a break, yeah. Do you, um, need help getting to your car or anything?” She offered. She didn’t feel any hunger pull from here, not while she was looking away, but she felt better getting on the move sooner.

Lydia’s eyes flicked sideways to Morgan, at that small sweet smile, but didn’t say anything at all about it. Recently dead zombie with a girlfriend? There were probably not that many in town, after all. “You don’t have to defend yourself to me. I’m fae, we’re fans of trickery, however temporarily frightening it may be. I have no doubt you’ve changed plenty, recently, there is not shame in that” She turned her gaze to the beach, the bloodied sand as cars began to slow and take out their phones to document the carnage. She wondered if anyone had called animal control, or an ambulance. It didn’t seem likely. Lydia shrugged, looking back at Morgan as she rose to her feet. “No, I don’t need any help, but if you’d like to walk with me, then I’d certainly like the company.” Lydia replied. “At the very least, I’d like to get to know the woman Deirdre is so fond of a little better in person.”

Morgan’s confidence lasted only until Lydia dropped her girlfriend’s name. She went still, a deer in a trap, and opened her mouth stupidly, saying nothing. “How--how do you--” She was doing a terrible job of discretion. If it had been a gamble before, it was confirmed now. She hadn’t even needed the ability to blush. “You said...she’s one of your favorite people. A-are you..are you the one she told about me?” She was careful online, though she no longer flirted with other women. They had only been out a few times, and Deirdre, in an unwitting twist of luck, had a way of going on things that looked like dates, but that she insisted were nothing of the kind. Maybe it was safe. How else could anyone know? “You should know I’m bound not to say what she is. She offered to release me, but I said no. I want her to be as safe as possible.” She searched Lydia’s face, but her coyness was inscrutable. “Um...anyway...a walk is good.” She looked guiltily back at the beach and lamented not having her new phone with her. Someone else would surely call for help though. “You can lead the way I guess.”

“She told me when you died, although she certainly hadn’t planned to.” No human was worth a rift between them, but that didn’t make Lydia curious. Perhaps it was folly to hope that there would be something special in this one, that continued to shine through now she was a zombie. She had to have been extraordinary. It was the only way Lydia could reconcile it in her mind. “As you should. Promises should be kept regardless of the magical intent holding them. Darling, I have no plans to trick you into revealing something you would rather not.” Not that Lydia would need to plan it, if it came to that. Lydia smiled, holding her handbag close as she began walking to her car, careful not to expose her bare feet to anything dirty in the grass. Ugh, driving would be quite the nightmare. 

“Thank you, for being there for her,” Morgan said. “I mean I know you--it’s nothing to do with me, I know that, but still. Thank you.” She offered a tentative smile. It was too late to wipe the ‘please like me’ look from her face, so Morgan shifted her attention ahead of them and hoped that when the clam juice had altogether worn off, Lydia thought the whole ocean incident was still a harmless, fae-tastic time. “And I agree, about promises. I mean, I’m dead so magic isn’t really…” She couldn’t finish the thought and shrugged it off like a bad chill. “But I never needed the magic before, so it feels the same, so I just pretend that it’s still...yeah. So,” she tried to imitate her brighter, livelier self, “How long have you two known each other? This place is good for making fast friends, I’ve found.”

“Just don’t die again. That would be rather unfortunate,” Lydia replied, looking at Morgan with a raised eyebrow. “Deirdre has kept your confidence, I know very little about you, nor the circumstances of your death. All I know is that Deirdre was so upset that she could barely keep herself standing with the weight of it. I don’t want to see her like that again.” Just as quickly as her sterness had appeared, she smiled again. “I have no doubt she appreciates it. We’ve known each other four months, I think? We met at Al’s diner of all places, but we have a lot in common. Like you say, we clicked fast. So how did you meet her?”

“I don’t want to do that to her either,” Morgan replied firmly. It was true, and all the more difficult for how her presence seemed to carry that kind of grief in her wake no matter what she did. “I didn’t plan on dying. But, I was cursed, and I was looking for a cure, and some ghost--jerk,” Now that they were both more themselves, Lydia seemed too proper to swear in front of. “Wrecked my spell to get answers and loosed the poltergeist I was interrogating on me, and then I died. And then someone tried to help me, and...here we are today.” Not the whole, detailed truth, but the gist. She sighed, helping her to drop the anger hiding below her over her mortal life. Had to work on her first impression. “That’s really nice,” she said, in a way she hoped sounded light and friendly. “We started talking on the social network, every day, without really meaning to. And then I met her at karaoke night, just out of the blue. She has the most incredible--” Everything. “The most beautiful voice, if you haven’t heard her before. And Al’s really does have the best pie. We’ve had some good memories there too.” And some less great. Morgan remembered coloring them fondly because everything had worked out alright in the end, but had it? Had it been worth it to lose her to this? Would it still be worth it if Morgan didn’t know how to come back?

So she’d beat the curse, Lydia thought, but heard enough frustration on Morgan’s voice not to say it. No wonder the woman was angry, though, for someone else to change her life so much, so cruelly. Even if it had turned out for the better. Morgan would at least come close to deserving Deirdre now. But like with Regan, understanding that would take time. “I’ve not heard her sing before, no. It sounds like you’ve had a lovely time together.” Smitten. As she should be, for a woman like Deirdre. Lydia pulled her key from her purse and clicked open her car. “Do you want a ride?”

“We did. Lots of them, really. She’s amazing,” Morgan murmured wistfully. Realizing she was no longer sharing anything useful but staring off into space, remembering shared slices of pie at Al’s, weekends up late with Grey’s, and mornings with lazy breakfasts and braiding her soft hair. The cemetery dates, the dinners, nights talking with nothing but wine sustaining them. They’d been happy, so happy Morgan had gotten reckless with her life. And now they were...here. Like this. She looked back at Lydia. “I’d really appreciate that, actually. I walked, and it is far, even if I don’t get normally tired. If you’re really sure it’s okay?”

“Of course she is.” Lydia replied, eyeing Morgan as the Zombie gazed into the middle distance. Deirdre was wonderful, charming, and at time a little unusual, but it added to her charm. She wasn’t yet convinced by this newly-unhuman person. She certainly couldn’t imagine what Deirdre could have seen in her before. Of course, Lydia had been wrong before. She smiled amicably. “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it, my dear. You’ll have to tell me your address, though. Or wherever it is you want to go.”

“O-oh. Right.” Morgan sputtered under Lydia’s strange matter-of-course grace and airs. She wanted to know what she really thought about--anything, really. She couldn’t tell if she liked her or was just humoring her, and whether or not this was some kind of weird fae best friend test. She gave Lydia a small, sheepish smile that didn’t sit right with her. She gave it up quickly and said, “Just...home. I mean, Deirdre’s.” She gave the address and folded her hands over themselves as if she might break something. “Thank you, Lydia. Really. We should...I don’t know. Meet properly. Less trickery, maybe some drinks. I was good at cooking, before I died. And I know a lot of fae-friendly recipes now.”

Deirdre liked her secrets, it appeared. As Lydia quickly realised when Morgan gave the address, she actually had no idea where the fae lived. As Lydia settled in to drive, she looked over at Morgan one last time, and offered a genuine smile. “Drinks sometime would be wonderful, darling.” In so many ways, the zombie still behaved so very human. That was okay, though; it was entirely fixable. 

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Hey you all…

My name is Silmath, I am a Male Gorgon … I have an issue. I date a human female …the issue is… it sheds? The head fur! Does it supposed to? Does it shed like Werewolves, or Bears, seasonal? Or I should be worried?

Also… why is it leaving it’s stuff everywhere? Bobby pins, I am talking? Is this territorial thing?

How about clothes… why so many?

No I can’t ask, it’ll get this off behavior it calls ‘being mad’ and ‘offended’… what does this even mean …

Also … it wears provocative dresses, and when I act on it pheromones … it’s ‘inappropriate’ and  ‘don’t act like and animal’…

What’s wrong with human females?

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 > Ava: Hey, Silmath, our head furs shed all year long, in spring/autumn times, we shed more often, unfortunately, you have to get used with it. On the clothing – human species like to be liked from others. Even if we don’t confess. We expect these stuff to be known, if we are to tell, we realize how ridiculous this is, and get mad at ourselves.

 > Silmath: This doesn’t make sense!!!!!!!!!!

 > WolfGirl7: “Silmath: This doesn’t make sense!!!!!!!!!!” – I am sending you a link on dm about human females. Will help. My boyfriend is a Werewolf, I FEEL A SHEDDING THING! The info there will explain a lot. If not, feel free to ask again. Also the clothes layers are there.

 > crOOked-doLL: O – M – GODNESS … Gorgons are into humans ….???? Why I missed this.

 > Lizard.at.heart: “WolfGirl7: “Silmath: This doesn’t make sense!!!!!!!!!!” – I am sending you a link on dm about human females. Will help. My boyfriend is a Werewolf, I FEEL A SHEDDING THING! The info there will explain a lot. If not, feel free to ask again.” – this is amazing. I am half human skin lizard, sooooo helpful. My head exploded.

 > Lizard.at.heart: “Silmath: This doesn’t make sense!!!!!!!!!!” – soooo many things doesn’t with humans, I have tried with females and males, both have off sides. Depends, if you like to be taken care of in general, females are caregivers, only species reproducers side effect. xD Males are more care free, but also handy… not always the smartest tho.

 > Silmath: @Lizard.at.heart dude this is insane …

 > Silmath: @WolfGirl7 will read it. Thanks!

 > HumanAndProud.No.Hate: @Silmath maybe SHE doesn’t like you call HER “IT”?!

 > Ava: “HumanAndProud.No.Hate: @Silmath maybe SHE doesn’t like you call HER “IT”?!” – Gorgons and in general reptiles call each other “IT”. This is how they address each other and other species too. It’s not rudeness. It’s species specification.

 > Silmath: Also… how do I explain skin piling …

 > Lizard.at.heart: “Silmath: Also… how do I explain skin piling …” – I will text you and explain. Also humans have this concept of ‘gross’, I will explain it too. Also they are cautious about new stuff, and some stupid fear makes then say ‘no’ as a 1st answer, even if they are into it. They usually think it true. So maybe a day or 2 later you’ll be pulled into a conversation. And all. You’ll get used to it.

 > Silmath: @Lizard.at.heart thanks bro!

 > Lizard.at.heart: @Silmath no worries. While we are still talking. Free for tomorrow afternoon. Me and my friends will go sun warming. I know you are good at hiking.

 > Silmath: “Lizard.at.heart: @Silmath no worries. While we are still talking. Free for tomorrow afternoon. Me and my friends will go sun warming. I know you are good at hiking.” – Vest is my hatchg friend … hahahaha … I am so lucky. I almost regret debating on writing this.

 > Ava: @Silmath @Lizard.at.heart hahaahh you guys, that’s so cool. The Blog was made with that purpose.

 > WolfGirl7: that’s how me and @Ava became besties! We will drink a glass of wine in your honor!

 > Mirror.Master: Ugh finally I managed with this blog! @Ava … baby … * inappropriate winking *

 > Ava: “Mirror.Master: Ugh finally I managed with this blog! @Ava … baby … * inappropriate winking * “- Omg! What are you doing here?

 > WolfGirl7: @Mirror.Master helloooo handsome *winks back*

 > Mirror.Master: @Silmath dude, an advice! Human females are needy, especially in physical connections, soooooo do the … “trick” properly, or they will write a huuuge article about you being a control freak + a jackass …

 > Mirror.Master: Oh my, M …. M … Meredith … if you have an issue come talk to me! Don’t play it the victim … Also, it’s called Morph shapeshifter, the mortal ones can only shift in their gender, I can be a girl, hotter girl than you! Also … unicorn of unicorns, can be whatever he likes! A God maybe!!!!

 > Ava: ok @Mirror.Master how about no, don’t do that here, we are helping someone. Also she isn’t worth it! And don’t text her!

 > Mirrod.Master: @Ava no! It’s not your turn to be a control freak … it’s me! Always me! M vibes! … * pees laughing *

 > Mirror.Master: “Ava: ok @Mirror.Master how about no, don’t do that here, we are helping someone. Also she isn’t worth it! And don’t text her!“ – yes, he is having a nervous breakdown, also so melodramatic * dramatic faint * ... Kidding baby, ok I am out!

 > Ava: … JUST ALL DON’T MIND HIM. OK!

 > Lizard.at.heart: am … ok … maybe next week we can gather and do it together?

 > WolfGirl7: “Lizard.at.heart: maybe next week we can gather and do it together?” – you drink wine?

 > Lizard.at.heart: “WolfGirl7: “Lizard.at.heart: maybe next week we can gather and do it together?” – you drink wine?” – not wine, but we will think of something : )

 > user25614390: WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GIRL THAT BANGED A TITAN?????

 > WolfGirl7: Jesus … not you again…

 > crooked-doLL: “user25614390: WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GIRL THAT BANGED A TITAN?????” – imma tell him to come and bang you!!!!

 > ScalesSoul: I am a Titan Worshiper…. And I can tell the @user25614390 other religions aren’t your business. I am not part of a cult, nor am being rude. Just mind your business!

> FOOD_FOR_BRAINS: “ScalesSoul: I am a Titan Worshiper…. And I can tell the @user25614390 other religions aren’t your business. I am not part of a cult, nor am being rude. Just mind your business!” – QUEEN!

 > SimplyMe: “ScalesSoul: I am a Titan Worshiper…. And I can tell the @user25614390 other religions aren’t your business. I am not part of a cult, nor am being rude. Just mind your business!” – I BOW TO YOU!

 > mermaid.feels: @Silmath @Lizard.at.heart I am in! @WolfGirl7 you can tempt us with hot teas, definitely lemons … no, maybe not for the boys. But yes for me. Wait … I will make a group dm!

 > crooked-doLL: “mermaid.feels: @Silmath @Lizard.at.heart I am in! @WolfGirl7 you can tempt us with hot tees, definitely lemons … no, maybe not for the boys. But yews for me. Wait … I will make a group dm!” – pleeeease add me too. I love reptiles in a honorable way, I promise I am not a creep or a kink, or an odd cult-ish one!

 > ScalesSoul: @crOOked-doLL good luck!

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Candyman x Reader

I absolutely love this iconic slasher and I had a ton of fun writing this so enjoy reading everyone!

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"Y/n!"

"Y/n!"

"Y/n!"

"Alright! Alright! I'll do it." I spoke, earning cheers from my friends behind me.

Taking a deep breath, I look up at the mirror, seeing only the reflection of myself and friends.

Swallowing the lump in my throat I began to speak. "Candyman. Candyman. Candyman. Candyman."

I turned my head to look at my friends, seeing them gesture to finish the game. Turning back around I did just that.

"Candyman."

After a few seconds I look left and right, seeing Candyman any where in sight. Chuckling, I turn back around only see my friends start to laugh at me.

"Haha! You were so scared! Come on! Candyman isn't real." I walk up to Jack, playfully slapping him on the shoulder.

"You were too much of a pussy to do it so I think you should shut your mouth ya bafoon."

"Hey that hurt!" he replied, faking a distressed expression. I just smile as I walk pass the group and into the kitchen. Grabbing a red cup, I poured some whiskey for myself. Hey, you do what you do.

My friends soon followed, grabbing their own cups. There was only four of us so alcohol was definitely available for us all. Downing my drink I go over to Autumn and just chat for a bit.

Us girls found entertainment in Jack and Will fighting over god knows what. We did hear snippets of something to do with math. Soon though, the mini party came to an end.

Grumbling to myself, I threw all the garbage away. We sure were messy people. At least Autumn had the decency to help out a bit before being basically dragged out of my apartment.

Sitting on a bean bag chair, I rolled a blunt and just let the plant do it's thing. Chuckling what was on the tv, I failed to hear footsteps that weren't mine.

Taking a quick puff of my blunt, I put it down in a tray and look to see a shadow casted behind me from the tv screen. I turned my head slightly to see a tall dark man behind me.

Springing from my chair I looked at the man, noticing the large hook he had for a hand. As realization hit me in the face, he strutted towards me.

"You called for me. You said my name and now I'm here. Y/n, be my victim, be mine."

I took a step back, shaking my head. "It's the drugs man. It's the drugs. Imma count to three and he'll be gone. One. Two. Three."

I turned my head to face up, seeing the man was no where insight. I guess I was right. I gave a nervous chuckle as I checked my place. Nope. No one.

"Okay I really need to stop smoking man."

Pinching my nose, I sat back down where I was. Before I knew it, I passed out.

"Be my victim. Be mine. Be with me."

Waking with a jolt, I took a shaky breath and looked around. The same as before.

I slowly got up and went to go do my usual routine.

Getting out of the bathroom, I was ready to go.

Grabbing my keys, I picked up my ID and stuffed it into my cargo pants pocket, and making my way to my car.

Turning the engine on, I speed off onto the road, enjoying the peace and quiet. I softly him to myself as I make my way to the art studio I work at.

As the sun shined through the windows, I felt my hair being played with. My eyes dart to the rearview mirror and see him again, Candyman.

Taking a fistful of my hair, he gave it a sniff before letting (H/l) hair be free from his grasp.

"Sweet, like honey. Y/n you will be mine. You will be my victim."

With his hook, he let it graze over my arm, making me tense up as I kept my eyes on the road.

Giving off a smile, he made a small cut before disappearing like before.I breathe a sigh of relief thinking of what he could've done, but thankfully I was finally at work so it could help get him off my mind.

Taking my new art piece with me, I put it on my living room table, and relax on the couch. It wasn't long before Candyman showed back up though.

He stood in his fur coat, towering over me as he spread his arms while looking straight at me. Getting fed up with his bullshit I stand up and speak in a voice of rage and somewhat intimidation.

"What do you want from me?!"

Walking right up to me he bent down a bit, putting his hook against my face lightly. I didn't move, fearing he would slash up my face if I did do anything.

"Oh Y/nnnnn. You know what I want. I want you. I want you to be my victim. Y/n, you're mine."

He gave a soft laugh before his other hand also held my face. On instinct, my face went red as his lips suddenly connected with mine.

It only last a few seconds before he left, leaving me scared and confused. I was now his victim, the victim of his love. Forever.

[lettersofsky]

An Agreement

Ok, so I have two characters that I’ve been fleshing out and developing on their own and decided to try writing them together as they’re supposed to be for once! So I wrote something to try playing around with the two of them and another of my characters in a fun little thing to actually get myself back into writing. Especially to make myself try to describe characters more as I write them which I’m pretty awful at XD

Mihal, Duelek and Orrin are all mine This is a kind of mythical creature/monster au of sorts! Mihal and Duelek are both kinda finned snake people things. Enjoy!

Ko-Fi

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“Ya shouldn’ta bothered with ‘im.”

“He needed help though.”

“Ain’t no problem a ours none.”

“I be known but still… ain’t wanted ta leave him out there like that.”

“Woulda been his own fault.”

Orrin groaned, alerting the two arguing voices to the fact that he was returning to consciousness from the empty darkness of rest accompanied by a vicious pounding in his skull. He lifted his hand to his glass-covered clenched shut eyes, trying to further shade and protect them from the weak spring sun above him trying to pierce into his skull aided by the lenses that usually assisted him in the task of perceiving the world around him, only to find his path blocked by a different pair of hands, cold and wet and… off in a way he couldn’t quite make sense of.

“Ya real shouldn’t be touchin ‘im.”

“Hush yaself,” the snap was soft, distracted and from somewhere directly over Orrin’s face, contrasting the rougher voice that sounded a bit further away. Then there’s an odd cooing accompanied by the feeling of thumbs rubbing the skin of his cheeks, nails of some kind as well. “He’s needin help, we should be givin it.”

“I tried.”

“I said hush,” a sharp edge entered the voice above his head and Orrin flinched ever so slightly, drawing attention back to himself and a shadow over his face. “Ya alright?”

“I… do not believe so,” he groaned again, blue eyes squinting open so he could see exactly who was above him. “My head feels—” He cut himself off as the individual shading him from the shadow over his face came into focus.

A human face, skin dark in colour than Orrin himself was, if not for the purple scales lining it, settled around eyes that were dark and empty similar to that of a snake and fanning across sharp cheeks and their forehead leading into long, dark brown water-soaked curls. There were a set of fins to either side of the face above him, fluttering and fanning out in rapidly increasing motions.

This certainly wasn’t a human.

The creature drew it’s hands back towards itself at Orrin’s silence and inspection, curved fangs biting into it’s bottom lip as Orrin looked to them itself of the face over his. While humanoid at a glance it was obviously that instead of fingers it had claws, each one ended in a chipped nail far longer than any Orrin had ever seen before and covered completely in scales in every shade of purple from the elbow to the joint of it’s fingers.

“Told ya ya was better off leavin ‘im be.” The voice comes from somewhere behind the individual over Orrin and it turns back to hiss at the other voice, a short, low sound reminiscent of an annoyed or irritated snake.

“Shut up!” The fins on the side of it’s head flared out in a striking contrast of colour against the darkness of it’s hair. “S’just a little scared, s’all.”

“Scared and gonna tell people ‘bout this shit.” The other shot back, sounding much calmer than there was any right to be whilst implying that it was better to dispose of Orrin than not.

“If I could interject,” Orrin spoke around a pained noise as he forced himself to sit up, finally getting a better look at the first individual as well as his first on the other in the scenario, carefully pushing himself back from their proximity ever so slightly. The other was very similar to the first, if a bit sharper in it’s face and the sharp line of it’s shoulders, or what Orrin could see of them from where it was reclining on the shore of the nearby lake, arms folded and chin resting upon them. It’s hair was shorter than the first’s as well and closer to a black than the deep brown of the other. Both of them had long tails where their waist and legs should have been, bright scales glittering and shifting in colour tone before his eyes as they twitched and shifted gently, tipped with a pair of fins similar to those at the side of their heads.

Wholly inhuman and nothing Orrin should have ever involved himself with. Though how he had come to do so was a mystery to him.

“I will not—”

“Nah.”

“Excuse me?”

It was the other one that had spoken and cut him off, chin rested on scaled claws, nails scoring into the wet soil at the edge of the lake. It’s eyes were half-lidded, hair fallen into it’s face and remaining stuck there in clumps of water-soaked strands. It rolled empty eyes at him, lips pulling back just enough to show off rows of needle-sharp teeth.

“Ain’t caring ‘bout whatever ya have ta ‘interject’ with,” it said, tail moving lazily in the water, a blur of formless purple. It’s lips pulled back further, baring more of it’s teeth and the stark white of it’s gums. “So shut yaself ‘fore I drag ya back under.”

“… that is incredibly rude of you.”

It’s all Orrin can really think in that moment and it’s far from what he wanted to say to the thing that was threatening him. It seemed that the two of them weren’t expecting to hear anything like that either if they way they both turned to stare at him in question was to go by, fins fluttering and head tilted similarly to a dog’s.

“Tryin ta be amusin ain’t helpin ya much.”

“We can’t just be makin threats afta savin ‘im!”

“I can,” the farther one dropped further back from the inquisitive lift it’d taken up at Orrin’s words, placing it’s chin back onto it’s folded arms, peering at Orrin from the corner of it’s eye, face turned towards the other. “I didn’t save ‘im.”

“Ya can’t—!”

“What if I swear myself to silence?” Orrin questioned, cutting off the softer of the two off as he felt that things were taking a turn for the dangerous. “Swear to not saying anything about either of you to anyone? Would that be enough?”

“Shake on it.”

“He doesn’t need ta—”

“He does.” The words rung with finality and Orrin felt his heart freeze in his chest, unsure of wht exactly what the rougher of the two was suggesting entailed but not sure he liked it either way. “If he don’t then Imma drag ‘im back down. No matta what ya want.”

“But…”

“I will do it. I will shake on it.”

The two creatures turn back to him, the sharper looking pleased with his decision while the other’s face fell. His decision made Orrin chose to focus on the sharper of the two, meeting half-lidded eyes as levelly as he was able.

“Good. Go on bro, he’s wantin ta make the deal.”

The softer of the two looks between Orrin and the other, fins fluttering before they pressed close to its skull and it turned back to Orrin, face turned towards its own hands.

“Ok.” It breathed, tail stretching out as it shifted closer to Orrin, offering it’s claw towards him. “Promise not ta be speakin’ ‘bout us ta no other and shake.”

Orrin hesitated a moment, just a moment as he looked at the outstretched hand, offering his own when he heard the noticeable sound of water moving and taking it, the tone of his own skin a lighter contrast to the creature’s own.

There’s a sting, a bite where the tips of its nails sink shallow indents into Orrin’s skin, his eyes move away from the one watching the proceeding to see something like ink curl from the indents into a band at his wrist, cleanly encircling the flesh in a brand that would lead to nothing but question.

“Is that all?” That didn’t really seem to have much of any kind of purpose really, aside from the ink on his wrist that the creature holding his hand had raised his captive arm towards its face to inspect.

“S’alright,” there was an air of contentedness about the onlooker’s voice as Orrin’s hand was releasing, the creature stretching it’s torso out on the edge of the lake in a lazy sprawl. “Ain’t gone be able ta get ta chatterin with that, free ta do what ya want now.”

Orrin blinked, opened his mouth to say something only to stop as the one closest to him spoke up. “So he can stay, yeah?”

“What?” “Excuse me?”

It wilts a bit at both of their attention focused onto it, shoulders hunching up closer to the fins pressed tight to the side of it’s skull once more, voice losing volume and becoming shaky as it continued. “Iffin… Iffin he wants a course… ya said he could do whatever he wants now that he’s…” it trails off into mumbling that Orrin can’t catch and catch be sure that the onlooker didn’t.

“… suppose yeah.” Orrin’s attention snapped back to the onlooking creature who seemed uninterested in the situation once more, inspecting the nails of it’s own claws with a languid pace. “Iffin he be wantin’ ta.”

Remaining here for any length of extended time did not really sound too appealing to him, but saying so outright might be rude and he didn’t know how either would take such an abrupt and clear dismissal of his continued presence on their lakefront.

Even more so when the softer of the two turned back to him, a gleam in it’s eye and small, hopeful smile on it’s face. “Mayhaps… ya could stay a bit? S’not… S;probably s’not real good ta move too soon, yeah? Ya should stay here a bit and rest, yeah?”

“I think I should leave.”

It’s smile drops and its fins droop, arms crossing over it’s torso as blank eyes turned away from Orrin to focus on some point at the ground.

“Oh.”

“Lookit you bein all heartbreakin afta he saved ya ass, rude.”

“I am completely soaked,” Orrin continued, ignoring the cold near snarl from the water. “I more than likely have an untreated concussion and I need to go be looked over and change before I freeze to death.”

The closest of the two perks up at his words, brows furrowing and mouth twisting as it splayed it’s claws out towards him, missing Orrin’s flinch even if the further of the two creature’s didn’t, motioning him off with small, quick motions. “Ya right! Ya warm blooded ones get cold and sick from the water, ya should go, it’s bein for the best.”

“Ya just—”

“It’s for the best.” It repeats, tail stretching out more from the curl of it Orrin had yet to notice as it pressed closer towards him, putting it’s face only a scant few inches from Orrin’s own as if to inspect him better. “Ain’t wantin ta waste hard work by ya gettin sick on us, yeah? Then ya really wouldn’t come back.” It chuckles the last little add-on but it rings hollow and aching, accompanied by it’s fins fluttering and flaring away from the side of it’s head.

Orrin looked between it and the other, teeth biting into his bottom lip and considering what to do now. It would be simply enough to take the opportunity granted and leave, escape and never come back. It wasn’t as if these creatures could really come and track him down, at least he certainly hoped they wouldn’t, whatever they were.

He was free to go, free to stand up and leave the lakefront and never look back on or think about it again. It was so easy to do.

“I will… try to return when I am… able to stay longer.” Or perhaps he could put his foot into his mouth and give another promise to these creatures, as if the first hadn’t been enough to cement how awful an idea it was to do so into his head.

It brightens up the creature in front of him though and it grins at him, showing off the odd backwards curve of it’s teeth towards the back of it’s own throat.

“Then we’ll be waitin ta see ya again!” It pauses, brow furrowing at Orrin. “Ain’t real knowin’ what ta call ya.”

“Orrin,” he doesn’t mention anything about his last name and that seems to be more than enough for the creature to return to grinning at him.

“Orrin.” It repeats, the name sounding a little off on it’s vocals. “Ya can call us Mihal and Duelek, yeah? For next time.”

“I will… keep those in mind for when I return.”

[mutantsrisingrpg]

Congratulations ADDISON! You’ve been accepted as RHEA.

 *Insert the Spongebob whew meme here* because Addison, your app for Rebeka blew me away. Rebeka is a character that wants to escape her past, but simply can’t because all of her actions stem from it. The way she corrects Benjamin the first time they meet was the perfect ending to a bio that had me hanigng on to every word. You created a fully dimensional character that I cannot wait to see join the dash! 

Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.

Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: addison lolllll

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers

AGE: 20

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL:  imma say 6 to be safe. i’m usually more active than i think i am

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: RHEA

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cisfemale, she/her/hers

DETAILS & ANALYSIS: Disclaimer: I fully blame GHOST for what you’re about to read.

Rebeka’s got a clear chip on her shoulder (see: her pettiness regarding one Finn Croix) and it’s been there since the day she was born (or when she was conceived, some things are just meant to be). Rebeka York, no clear relation to the House of York, but is almost royalty all the same. Rebeka is the first born. That doesn’t make her the heir. She only has half of the prestigious blood flowing in her veins and it’s not enough to save her. The creek of a long forgotten floorboard in an abandoned cabin in the woods. She is a bastard, a monster, and her mother’s biggest mistake. They don’t find that out until later.

The shiver from a cold hand on your cheek — a sham of comfort. Rebeka’s parents cared about her, but didn’t love her the way a child deserved to be loved (and that’s another word. Deserving. And worthiness. Birthright. Everything has to have a purpose and meaning. Never loving simply because you do). But this is also how she shows affection too, this is what she learnt, and she doesn’t quite realize the recipient of her hand feels the same coldness she had felt. And that it hurts too. They are the shadow that follows you… The Yorks can’t fully get rid of her, but they can hide her. Rebeka, of the York family, but is not a York herself. Rhea, the mother of Olympian gods and goddesses, but not recognized as an Olympian goddess herself. Rrhea, medical suffix that means flow, discharge, (waste).

(note: I took a medical terminology class this past semester and I’m currently losing it lol).

This feeds into an unwanted paradigm that her actions follow. This need for approval even though the Yorks are years behind in her past. This need to meet her standards even though they’re not her standards in the first place. Not really given that they were forced upon her.

Rebeka, the uncommon spelling of Rebecca. Visually, it feels out of place. It’s missing some letters. It looks unrefined. It’s something nobody really expects (R-e-b-e-c-c-a? No, it’s R-e-b-e-k-a. No H). With her profession, the more people she removes, the more space she makes. Remember her name.

TLDR; She’s Elsa if I had written Frozen.

BIO:

TW: Infidelity, child abuse/corporal punishment, domestic abuse, child endangerment

It happens during a private lesson. Rebeka conjugates a verb wrong one too many times and her bottom meets the end of a ruler. Il faut que j’obéisse. There are two s’s. Tears spring to her eyes and she wipes them away forcefully, the evidence of her weak heart shimmering on the back of her hand. The governess grabs it with a stern voice, but she cuts herself off with a scream. Ms. McGiven’s palm is sparkling with blood and ice shards. Rebeka can’t feel her left hand. The devil’s apparatus is numb.

Edgar York takes one look in her eyes, that are no longer his, and knows it all.

The incident reveals her mother’s debt—you owe me a heir—and she is whisked away to the master wing. Rebeka doesn’t see her mother in the following months, the woman locked away to prevent potential affairs—potential bastards—but the air vents carry sounds. Rebeka hears more than she wants. She knows more than she should.

The best way to handle a scandal is to keep it in-house. Rebeka’s uncanny resemblance to her mother will only hurt them if they let her go, her father—guardian—rationalizes. Too many people to keep hush-hush, too many hands in their pockets. Rebeka disappears from Edgar’s socials with the same grace that her tutor disappears from her life. A child is to be seen, not heard. The York women are not as privileged.

Their blank slate arrives the following spring, bundled in Egyptian cotton. Rebeka knows how soft the material is, the picture doesn’t do it justice. Edmund—protector of wealth—looks just like his father! Or so the help says. Rebeka barely remembers Edgar’s face. The help delivers his messages to her, when he bothers to communicate anyway. A son is worth more than a daughter and Rebeka is a mutant to boot. A minimal investment—because death is too gruesome to consider. Rebeka does wonder sometimes. She’s put into this world to follow into Edgar York’s footsteps, but the circumstances of her birth prevents it so. What else is there? Rebeka lives because Edgar permits her to. This is another debt, isn’t it?

It’s not until there’s an attempt on Edmund’s life that Rebeka realizes what she can do to settle the debt. Ice melts. She can protect him. It’s a gamble, but it pays off. Finally, she becomes a worthwhile investment. Rebeka sees her guardian’s face for the first time in years. She doesn’t get training. Only her blood—half of it—overrides the unspoken law that the mansion is strictly anti-mutant. Rebeka gets a wing—the forbidden wing and she, the beast—and time to use. It’s all worth it. She yearns terribly to see the love in Edgar’s eyes again.

The first time she creates a hyacinth, Rebeka meets her brother and a seed of devotion takes root in her heart. Edmund is dark as the night, but his smile rivals the sun. His tiny hands pat her cheeks, his eyes glisten with wonder, and he loves her. He declares it so. Five-year olds have no social sensibilities. They feel because they simply do. Rebeka weeps and weeps and weeps. Her face remains dry.

Her mother had been 28 when she made her biggest mistake. Rebeka is 17. It’s an accident that looks purposeful. One hot summer day, Edmund ropes her into the infinity pool that sits above the skyline. It’s been years since her last swimming lesson and Rebeka only remembers enough to float. Edmund’s presence wrings out the anxiety out of her like a wet cloth. She drifts and drifts and drifts until something digs into her sides. Rebeka screams.

There is a loud crunching sound.

Her eyes fly open and the pool glistens with ice crystals. She kicks at the sheet of ice that bind her feet, creating waves that pull the blocks away. Her belly is numb and Rebeka looks on with horror at the small hands frozen to her skin. The following hour is a blur. She goes to her room shivering and sits by the window, watching as the siren lights fade away.

The second time she creates a hyacinth, her hands bleed from the ice shards. Edgar’s hand is big enough to wrap around her arm and Rebeka feels it for days after. Her wing stays the forbidden wing. She knows that Edmund lives. That is all she knows. The days pass by with little fanfare. The days become months. And then seasons.

The night her life changes—again—a man comes into the forbidden wing like a ghost. They did not inform me of a second York child. Rebeka corrects him. She’s the first born. Psalm 51:5. There is a chill in the air that doesn’t come from her, until it does, and the mysterious man with no fear in his eyes invites her away. His name is Benjamin Granger. She doesn’t find out until later.

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

EOIN - Rebeka had been raised to measure people by their worth. To her, Eoin has virtually none. He doesn’t really fit with the whole Kings Collective shtick anyway. Like for a group that prioritizes art and the aesthetic, his membership as a guy whose power is acid (destructive, dangerous, out of control) feels out of place. He is not beautiful. His power is not beautiful. It is a weakness. His carelessness makes the Collective weak and in a world where power means all, it just won’t do. Objectively, he performs well as his job as a weapon, but his lack of control is a liability. Sure. he respects her. She can understand that. A berserk puppy vying for her attention. But he doesn’t understand how she wants her respect to be earned and she’s not so generous as to throw a bone. If he cares so much, he should figure it out by now.

CIARA - What Rebeka can’t stand is people blaming others to feel better about themselves. Ciara isn’t as invisible as her power makes her to be and Rebeka hates that the other woman is so blind to how her actions have consequences. It’s too bad that she’s included in Rebeka’s object permanence. (And what I like about their connection—and I promise I didn’t do this on purpose—is that they both came from a family with minimal attention to spare. This was once a kinship, now it’s a bitter reminder: people might know you. They might love you. But they sure as hell don’t understand you. This is an instance where their similarities drove them apart.)

EXTRA: none for now!

[yikeswtfmate]

I Dare You

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Summary: The gang goes to the beach. Y/N is offered a dare.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: swearing

A/N: am i starting another series without realising it? Because this is definitely in the same AU as Bet? and those are without a doubt the same Bucky and reader  

The sun is rising on the horizon, the air is billowing through cracked windows, and a black car zooms past a blue one, horn pressed down as if announcing the arrival of an army. Natasha can’t be seen but she’s shouting in annoyance, while Sam laughs maniacally and throws his middle fingers up as Steve looks on confused. Peggy giggles on the passenger seat, softly enough not to wake Wanda who’s drooling in her sleep on Vis’ shoulder. Back in the black car, Bucky bats Y/N’s hands away, trying to avoid a goddamn accident because she wouldn’t get off the steering wheel.

“I did not let you ride shotgun so you could press the horn whenever we overtake Steve!” Bucky yells, waving his hand around the space between their seats.

“He drives like an old grandpa. I’ll hit menopause before we get to the beach if he won’t pick up speed.”

“She’s right.” Sam nods gravely, as if imparting a wise secret.

“I’ll drop you both off on the side of the highway if you won’t stop.” Bucky warns, casting a glance in the rear view mirror.

He catches Nat’s eye, who promptly smacks Sam and then Y/N over their heads. With a satisfied grin, she goes back to her book, while the two grumble quietly, too scared of her to overtly complain like the big babies that they are. Last time they dared say anything, she hid their chargers for two days, leaving them to fend for themselves, as all the others were warned not to help beforehand. It all ended in dead batteries, fat crocodile tears from Sam and fake swoons over the couch from Y/N (Bucky did lend Y/N his charger at one point, and although Nat suspected something was amiss when they huddled closer on the armchair, she didn’t say anything).

Bucky watches Y/N finally settling down, grabbing her knees to her chest, contorting her body in the passenger seat until she looks like a spring roll. He hands her over the aux cord, a concession after he yanked it out when she started playing the Baby Shark song half an hour ago. Sam then fidgets in his own seat behind her, snickering at the probably obnoxious playlist she’s put together. He points to various songs, before he lets out a guffaw when Y/N taps on the screen, puts it down and turns to Bucky. He casts them a short glance, enough to see that they’re both watching him with giddy expressions.

“Yo, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want!” Y/N shouts in time with the opening line, but Bucky’s disbelieving groan is interrupted by Sam’s own yell.

“So tell me what you want, what you really, really want!”

“I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want!”

Bucky wants nothing more than to bash his head on his steering wheel repeatedly, already regretting his life choices. He should’ve known giving them the aux cord was a mistake, yet he was a fool, trusting Y/N too much, as usual.

“So tell me what you want, what you really, really want!”

His only hope is Nat, praying she’ll put a stop to it, seeing that she just put down her book. She takes in a deep breath, and Bucky is ready to thank all that’s mighty for her help, when she joins in the what now sounds like screeches.

“I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really, really, really wanna zig-a-zig ah!”

He can see Steve in the wing mirror, peacefully driving in what looks like complete silence, or maybe even a nice, smooth song that Peggy’s picked. He can only dream of that level of tranquillity, wondering once more why exactly he agreed on driving the biggest idiots on this face of the planet. He would’ve been able to recall a conversation along the lines of “couples are paired with couples and losers are paired with single losers,” if his brain weren’t knocking around his skull at the moment.

All three of them continue to belch the lyrics, and Bucky wonders if this song has always been five years long. Y/N pokes his cheek, and he puts his hand above her knee, softly squeezing his fingers into her bare flesh, trying to silently beg her to stop. She presses her cheek on his bicep and she hugs his arm, squeezing it tightly to her chest. He’s aware that she continues to sing between fits of laughter, but he’s a bit distracted now that his arm is clutched between her breasts.

“Baby, I can’t drive if you keep my arm in a death grip.” He murmurs, kissing her forehead, eyes still on the road.

Y/N lets go of his arm, when suddenly Steve overtakes them with a prolonged honk. Bucky honks back, and he flips him the bird at the same time Y/N does.

“That fucker, who does he think he is?” Y/N yells.

“Did he wake up from the dead?” Nat snickers, while Sam grumbles something about speed limits and snails.

Wanda’s head pops up, and she seems to be turning in the backseat, intent on fully facing them. She sticks something on the window, something that looks like one of Steve’s drawing notebooks, and all four of them are trying to decipher what is written in big black letters. Nat and Sam huddle between the front seats, Y/N’s face is nearly pressed to the window, and Bucky accelerates a bit until they’re almost bumper to bumper.

You lost your direction there for a sec Bucko

“Couldn’t she have just sent that in the group chat?” Sam groans with a roll of his eyes.

He leans back in his seat, taking out his phone in order to send just that, which results in a wave of messages that only he bothers to reply to. Nat pauses a second more, her gaze following Bucky’s arm that’s still resting on Y/N’s knee, but doesn’t do more than snort before joining in the chatter on the online group.

“Are we there yet?” Y/N asks Bucky, five minutes later.

“We’ve still got two more hours.” Bucky glances at her quickly, enough to pick up on her level of boredom. “There’s a pack of Oreos in the glove compartment.”

She squeals, instantly transforming into a gremlin in search of treasure – or Smaug, Bucky thinks, what with the menacing look she gets when it comes to the prospect of food. He can clearly see the debate turning the wheels in her head: should she share with Nat and Sam or just rationalise her greediness by thinking that they’re too busy with their phones and not wanting to bother them?

She plucks out one cookie from the wrapper, doing her best not to make any noise. Her hands lower in front of her, hiding the packet until it’s tucked neatly between her legs, and with a quick glance behind her for reassurance that those two didn’t hear or notice anything, she proceeds to pop the entire Oreo into her mouth as quickly as possible. Bucky snorts and shakes his head, but next thing he knows, she’s pushing a cookie into his own mouth, still trying to act inconspicuous.

“Why do you have so much junk in there anyway?” She asks a few minutes later, after they’re done with the cookies, jutting her chin out towards the glove compartment.

“Seeing as they’re all yours, I should be the one asking you why you won’t clean my car.”

Y/N pouts, but his reprimand does nothing to stop her from swiftly throwing the empty Oreo wrapper next to the others. Bucky scowls and squeezes her knee again in warning.

“Stop throwing shit in there!”

“It’s already filled with garbage anyway!” She defends, slapping at his hand that wouldn’t give.

“You’re cleaning it when we get there.”

“No, I’m not. It’s your car.”

“Just play one of your stupid games and she’ll do whatever you want.” Nat supplies from the back, not lifting her head from her phone.

“That’s not how it works.” Y/N glowers. “Plus, I don’t always do whatever he wants.”

“Yeah, you do.” Sam chimes in. “He just has to dare you.”

“Oh, look. Wanda and Steve both agreed as well.” Nat laughs.

Y/N crosses her arms, an affronted pout on her face. She looks at Bucky for reinforcement, but he’s just snickering under his breath, eyes still on the road. She slaps his arm, until he has to grab her hands again and place them in her lap – another warning.

“It doesn’t have to be one of ours dares, anyway. We usually accept your dares as well.”

“Fine, then.” Nat immediately jumps on the opportunity with a smirk, placing her phone on the middle seat. “There’s only five bedrooms, right? I dare you two to share a room.”

Sam snickers, furiously typing away on his phone, most definitely relating what is happening word for word on the group chat. The incoming pings signal Wanda’s excitement, while Peggy is doing her best at trying to keep up with what Steve is instructing her to write for him. Bucky and Y/N share a confused short look, before she turns back to Nat, who’s expecting an answer with a raised eyebrow.

“I mean, we were already going to.” Y/N shrugs, unaffected. “Sam snores and you tend to throw punches in your sleep. One time you pushed me off the bed.”

Sam drops his phone and while he’s scrambling to get it from under Y/N’s seat, Nat can only grumble a ‘what’ in response.

“We’ve slept together before, I don’t see why you’d be so surprised.” Bucky offers and Sam drops his phone again.

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