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[sugrhigh]

BOY NEXT DOOR 4 - ( c.s )

part three

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- cursing, slightly suggestive MEOW

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: PART FOUR! i promise u guys are not ready for what’s coming next 🫨 thank u to everyone who’s been reading along i love u all so very much!! my inbox is always open and i hope ur having a wonderful day (also doesn’t that first pic look so much like chris i screamed)

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“wow, someone looks extra hot tonight.” cassidy comments as she walks into your room, which is laughable coming from her.

she’s an angel, literally glowing in her multi-colored halter. you swear you shop at the same places, and yet she somehow always finds the gems.

“god, says you.” you joke, unable to keep a straight face as you stand up from your desk.

but you’re all done up too, dressed in a red tube top and some black jeans that flare out a little, hugging your hips just right. and yeah, you’re a bit smug knowing that you’re going to chris’s party looking extra great, but you embrace the post-pregame confidence.

“are you sure you want to go? we really don’t have to.” cass asks as you pass by her into the upstairs hallway.

“i mean, why not? i can never turn down free alcohol.” you shrug, and it’s part of the truth.

paying for yourself at the bar is never as fun, and the chances of somebody buying your drinks is usually slim. plus it’s on shithead’s tab tonight, which makes it that much sweeter.

“i totally agree. i just…” her smile falters a little, and she sighs, “i just don’t want you to get hurt or anything.”

it makes you pause, hearing her say that. you’d ended up talking to both of your roommates after chris came knocking on your bedroom door, and they’d been rightfully wary of his excuse.

but her words kind of confirm your worries; that chris is someone to be feared, someone to keep at a distance. like you won’t be able to resist the charm.

like you’ll fall.

“he can’t hurt me if i don’t let him.” you reply, and you’re not sure if you’re trying to convince her or yourself.

“okay, i won’t push it. i know you’re tough, but i can’t help but check in.” cass nods at you before you head down the stairs.

“i appreciate it, but i’m good, so let’s go get bombed.” you’re grinning again, still buzzing from the two drinks you’d finished while doing your makeup.

ramona is already downstairs, bopping along to the beat of the music she has playing on the tv. she’s midway through a shot of tequila as you round the corner to the kitchen, swallowing so she can bite down on a slice of lime with her free hand.

you and cassidy both chuckle at the grimace that passes over her face.

“you ready party animal?” cass teases.

“always.” she replies once she’s calm, placing the tiny glass into the sink before screwing the cap back onto the bottle of alcohol.

each of you shove your old beat up shoes onto your feet, and mona turns off the television seconds after. you can still feel the bass vibrating, but you know it’s coming from the house beside you, which makes your heart jump into your throat.

you walk out the door, one behind the other like a row of ducks as you trample through the thin layer of snow from a few days prior.

tonight, you can tell chris has his own mix on, because you recognize the yeat song that’s currently playing. you’ve always liked his taste more than the others.

you’ll never admit that to him, though.

it’s way louder now that you’re up close, and you can literally feel the party raging. ramona leads the pack, stepping inside and swinging the door open for the rest of you.

the darkness swallows you once you step inside, but your eyes adjust quickly. you recognize some people as you shift through the crowd, regulars who are usually here and a couple of guys on the team.

you try not to look for chris, instead choosing to focus on the back of ramona’s head while you guys shuffle to the kitchen for drinks. there’s a few people chatting as you step through the archway, one of them being ben. his sandy blonde hair is pushed away from his face, and he smiles at your arrival.

“hey there neighbors!” he greets each of you guys with a side hug, clearly already drunk even though it’s only eleven.

you just thank god he set his cup down, because you know he would have spilled it all over.

“benjamin, always a pleasure.” cassidy laughs at his slightly sloppy demeanor.

“chris is gonna be really happy.” ben shoots a smirk your direction, and you roll your eyes, opting to move to the bottles of cheap vodka on the counter.

“i really don’t care.” you snark, pouring a hefty bit of alcohol into your cup before setting the handle back down.

“feisty tonight, woah!” he holds his hands up in surrender.

your friends follow close behind, making their own drinks and pouring them equally as strong.

“where’s your girl, benny? haven’t seen her around in a minute.” ramona asks with a small smile, clearly trying to change the subject.

“she’s out at the bar. girls night or something.” ben shrugs as you add some sprite to your drink and take a sip.

it’s extremely bitter even with the mixer, but you choke it down and deal with the burn. you’re still not tipsy enough, so you’re playing catch-up to try and reach the level you want to be at.

mona nods at this as she slides back up next to you, cassidy joining moments later when she’s done making her drink.

“well, tell her to come around soon, i miss her.” she requests.

“i miss her too, i’ll pass the message along.” ben points a finger at her like he’s locking in a promise, loopy grin morphing his features.

“alright, we’re going to dance, but i’m sure we’ll see you later.” cass waves her free hand goodbye before you all make your way back into the masses, shoving your way into the living room.

it’s pretty packed tonight, as usual, and a sheen layer of sweat already covers your skin. you run a hand through your hair while cassidy meshes into the crowd, making enough room for you guys to move around.

bodies bump against yours as you all dance to the music together, sipping your drinks and laughing at each other’s silly moves. you swear you’ve seen connor now too, and yet you still haven’t spotted chris.

you suppose this is a good thing, because the sensation of being inebriated is only just beginning to wash over your body, and you don’t want to deal with him sober.

so you dance, and drink, and dance and drink some more, letting the hazy lights illuminate you as you bop around with your friends.

you’re knocking back the last of your fifth beverage of the night when you feel someone come up behind you, hand snaking to hold your waist gently. your first assumption is chris, and your heart leaps into your throat, but you’re wrong.

it’s a guy you don’t recognize. his black tapered hair is a mess on his head as he gazes at you hungrily.

“dance with me?” he asks over the music.

cassidy and ramona are seconds away from stepping in, but you shake your head at them to indicate you’re fine. for once, you don’t really mind being hit on, especially because he’s kind of cute and you’re definitely drunk.

it’s not like it means anything anyways.

so you back up slightly, his front flush against your spine as you move your hips, rolling them into his own.

your friends grin devilishly as the two of you sway together, so close it almost feels like you’re one person. his hand presses flat against your stomach, holding you so he can feel the friction of your ass grinding against him.

you swear it’s only been a second before the crowd parts slightly, revealing a pissed-off looking chris as he barrels his way past the other people in the living room. his eyes are ablaze, and he yanks you away from the mystery man the second he’s close enough.

“get lost, jamie.” he snaps at the boy you were with, whose eyes are wide in fear now.

he must be an underclassman then, because he scurries away instantly, too scared to stand his ground against the captain of the team and the host of the party.

“what the fuck, chris? i was having fun.” you cross your arms over your chest, slurring ever so slightly as you glare at him.

he doesn’t respond to this; instead, his chest heaves like he just ran a marathon, and his dark gaze trails up and down your body. he grabs your wrist and tugs you toward the staircase without a reply.

your friends watch in awe as he drags you away, though neither of them bother to interfere. they’re swallowed by the swarm moments later, and your stomach flips at the fact that they’re gone.

it’s just you and him now.

the foyer blurs by as you reach the stairs, and you nearly stumble trying to keep up with his pace. you’ve only just made it to the privacy of the upstairs hall when chris drops your arm, whirling around to face you.

“what is wrong with you?”

your mouth falls open slightly at his tone, at how animalistic he looks standing before you, blocking you against the wall. his white shirt is unbuttoned slightly, and you can smell that fucking dior on him.

“what the hell does that mean?” you retaliate, already flushed in anger.

“i didn’t even know you could dance like that, let alone with my teammate.” chris snarls.

“everyone can dance, and i had no idea he was on the team. it’s not like you were talking to me anyways.” you stand your ground, meeting his judgmental gaze head on.

“did you want me to?”

“i mean, you’re the one who invited me to this stupid party, so i kind of expected to at least see you.” you tell him truthfully, and you know it’s the alcohol talking now.

“one second you hate me and the next you’re angry i’m not giving you attention. i can’t figure you out, and it drives me fucking crazy.” he continues to stare down at you in frustration, glancing between your eyes and your lips.

you hate how fast your heart is slamming against your ribcage. every time he’s this close to you it’s like the air is sucked out of the room. you can’t even breathe.

“why did you really pull me away, chris?” you ask quietly.

you already know the answer, but you want to hear him say it out loud for once.

“because you should only be moving that pretty ass of yours against me.” his voice is low, and he takes a step forward.

you cancel out his movement, completely backed up against the wall now. he can’t help but let his eyes roam down to your chest, to your exposed cleavage.

you’ve been taunting him all night, though you weren’t even aware. chris has just been watching you in your element, staying to himself and letting you do your thing with your friends for a bit.

after his last conversation with you he felt like maybe he should back off, but then seeing you with somebody else was even worse. it shouldn’t be this way, he shouldn’t be so fucking obsessed so soon.

but you’re looking at him with those wide eyes, soft lips parted, and there’s no way to resist. one hand travels to the back of your neck and the other grabs at your waist, pulling you into his own hips as he smashes his mouth to yours.

it’s somehow even more passionate than the first time, messy and rough, how you both like it most. chris bites down on your bottom lip as he pulls away a minute later, kissing your cheek and jaw, then down your neck.

his cold fingers make their way underneath the hem of your shirt as you feel his teeth close down on the sensitive skin. a strangled moan escapes your mouth before you can bite it back.

“i like that sound a lot, princess.” he says into your ear before his lips focus on that hollow sweet spot you love so much.

you know he’s going to leave a mark, but it feels so good you don’t care. yet you choke down the whimper you feel crawling up, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much you like it.

“c’mon, i know you want to.” he mumbles against your throat, and you can literally feel him smirking.

arrogant bastard. two can play at this game.

you put your hands on his chest so you can drive him backwards into the opposite wall. he’s surprised by you taking the lead, and you press your body flat against his, connecting your mouths roughly once more.

chris’s hands roam to grip your ass, a delicious pressure that you shouldn’t enjoy so much. your fingers nimbly travel to the waist of his jeans, and you feel his body tense under your touch.

you can’t help but grin into his lips as you move your hand lower, underneath the band of his boxers, grazing the warm skin of his hip tantalizingly slow.

you shift your focus to his own neck, sucking harshly and running your tongue over his skin until you finally hear him groan, a noise that you relish. his fingers dig into your flesh harder, and you can feel him grind against your thigh.

but you already got what you wanted, so you break away and take a step backwards. the shock on chris’s face after your abrupt departure is clear, his lips raw and hair tousled.

“and you had the nerve to imply that i’m the one who wanted this.” you smile and shake your head, making a move toward the stairs.

“you’re seriously just going to leave?” he asks in disbelief, which makes you turn.

“what did you think was going to happen, chris?” you smirk, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before swiping your thumb along your bottom lip.

his own mouth slowly turns up as he stares at you with a certain kind of ferocity in his eyes, adjusting his shirt and running a hand through his messy hair.

“nothing, i guess. but whatever we didn’t get to will happen eventually, you know.”

“no, it won’t.” you reply, a bit too quickly to be convincing.

“i think it will. who knows, maybe next time you’ll let me use my mouth somewhere else.” chris says lowly, hand ghosting across your hip as he passes by you, looking over his shoulder at you with an expression of self-satisfaction.

then he heads back down the stairs, vanishing around the corner like nothing had even happened.

days ago you were swearing up and down that you’d never kiss him again, that nothing would happen. and now you’re standing alone in his house while the music thumps, knees weak and breathing heavy with a hickey on your neck.

the scariest part of all is that you’re still craving more, even though you don’t want to.

[catladyoftheyr]

Muscle Memory

Pt 2

Miguel O’Hara x reader

Summary: you left town for your career, but you and Miguel always end up hooking up whenever you come back home.

Warnings/ Authors note: I was listening to Muscle Memory by Kelsea Ballerini and I had a vision and had to write it down.

Warnings and other things to be aware of : SMUT (FILTHY 18+ I’m so serious), alcohol, but neither character becomes inebriated, rough sex, unprotected p in v, light choking, filming of sex, oral sex for both parties, lots of dirty talk, creampie, facial, semi public sex/exhibitionism. You’re fucking against his car in a back alley parking lot.

Word count: 2.7k

Special tag for @lazyjellyfish300 I know you wanna read it bb 🕷️🪼

You haven't been home in months, but as you walked through the entryway of the local dive, you saw that your favorite spot on the end of the bar was still open. You slid onto the stool and ordered a margarita on the rocks. You sipped your drink quietly and pulled out your phone to check your email. You moved to a larger city after college for your career, but now it felt like work followed you everywhere you went, even off the clock. You were so absorbed in work that you didn’t notice that someone had taken the seat next to you at the bar: at least until you heard a familiar voice.

“Every time I see you you’re on that damn phone”

“Some of us have jobs, Miguel.”

“I have a job, thank you very much. It’s my bar you’re sitting in if I recall.” He smirked as he said the last sentence.

“Don’t you have work to do then? Besides terrorizing paying customers?” You couldn’t help but crack a smile. Miguel might be annoying, but he was still the closest friend you had back home. He’d never resented you for leaving town, even if he’d wanted you to stay.

“You know your drinks are on the house when you come here, cariño”. He made his accent heavy when he used the pet name. He knew you had a soft spot when he spoke Spanish. Miguel motioned to the bartender and ordered you another margarita

“It seems like bad business practice to give free drinks to any beautiful woman that walks through your door. O’haras is gonna close if you keep it up” you joked, sliding your phone back in your pocket.

“Aye, only for you. How long are you staying this time?” He replied. He slid your drink in front of you, toying with the straw. The glass looked comically small next to Miguel’s large hands. Your mind drifted to the nights where his hands had been tangled in your hair, palming your breasts, and inside your-

You came back to reality when you felt Miguel playing with your bra strap under your sleeve. The song had changed to something country, and Miguel was humming in your ear. “You know what they say, tequila makes her clothes fall off” he whispered as he slid your strap further down your shoulder.

You slid your strap back in place and moved Miguel’s hand back to the bar. “You’re gonna have to do better than if you want to get in my pants tonight, Mig.” You wanted him just as badly, but weren’t ready to give in just yet. You wanted to make him work for it. “I bet you can’t beat me at pool”

Miguel let out a loud laugh and threw back his head. “That’s not even a fair fight. I’d feel terrible seeing you lose.”

“Aww is Miggy scared to lose to a girl? Sounds like you’re a chicken” you replied, knowing exactly how to rile him up. You got a thrill out of agitating Miguel, the way his forehead creased, his mouth curling downward.

“I’m telling you right now that I’m gonna wipe the floor with you,” he shot back, clearly holding back a smile. “Don’t expect me to hold back just because you suck” he chuckled.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less than the best from Miguel O’Hara.” You walked over to the pool table, sensing Miguel’s eyes trained on your ass as he ordered another round of drinks. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not polite to stare?” You called after him.

“I’m just admiring the view, baby”

If he wanted a show, you’d be sure to give him one. You made sure to raise your arms as high as you could when you reached for the pool sticks. You made sure that your shirt rode up, exposing a strip of skin above the waistband of your shorts. You handed one of the sticks to Miguel with a smug grin on your face. He bit his lip as he watched you arrange the balls in the rack; he ogled you as you deliberately arched your back bending over the table. “You can break,” you said flirtatiously.

Miguel took on a look of intense focus. You could see the way he calculated the best angle to shoot from. His t-shirt came untucked from his jeans when he moved around the table. You took in the view of his tanned skin, and the way his immense frame loomed over everything. Miguel had sunk three balls in quick succession before missing his next shot. He swore under his breath and turned to face you. “Your turn, sweetheart.”

“Come on, Mig. At least give me a chance to play before you sink everything.”

“No way! I told you I wasn’t going to go easy on you.”

You knew you didn’t stand a chance at winning; but you weren’t giving up without a fight. There weren’t any rules about distracting your opponent. You gave your shorts a gentle tug to emphasize your figure before analyzing which ball to aim for. You picked your target and leaned forward, moving your hips from side to side knowing Miguel was watching you. You took your shot slowly and watched with disappointment as the cue ball sank into a hole. “Fuck”

“Woof, a scratch on your first turn? You’re making this too easy” Miguel taunted you with a smirk. He grabbed two bottles of beer off a table and tore off the caps with his teeth, spitting them into his open palm before shoving them in his pocket. It was his favorite party trick, and he knew it turned you on. He turned back to the pool table. “Watch and learn, nena. This is how a pro does it.” He sunk two more stripes and missed the third.

That made five balls to your whopping total of zero. Time to ramp up your distraction strategy. “If you’re so good, then why don’t you help with this next shot?” You tried to sound as innocent as possible.

Miguel obliged and stood behind you, his frame towering over you. He placed his arms on yours and the heat of his body sent shockwaves down your spine. You bent together in perfect sync as Miguel showed you where to aim, saying something about keeping an eye on the ball and how to line up your shot. You weren’t listening, instead pressing your hips against his. You moved slowly and deliberately, grinding against his crotch. The friction was driving you both crazy, but neither of you wanted to be the first to admit it. Miguel stifled a moan and pressed into you even harder. Neither of you cared about pool anymore. He nipped at your ear and you tried not to squeak. The pool sticks fell to the tabletop and Miguel leaned to whisper in you ear.

“Follow me.” Miguel grabbed your hand and you both stumbled out the back door of the bar into the parking lot. Immediately he had you pressed against the brick wall of the building. His lips crashed into yours, desperate and frenzied. You kissed back and grabbed his hair in an effort to pull him even closer. His tongue found its way into mouth while you moaned into the kiss. Miguel broke the kiss only to move his lips to your neck. “You’re such a fucking tease.” His eyes bored into yours. “Every time you come home you come into my bar, practically fucking begging to end up underneath me.”

“And you it up, Miggy.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and hoisted yourself up to cross your legs behind his back. “You want me so bad; you’d do anything for this pussy.” Miguel’s hands cupped your ass, sliding under the hem of your shorts. You moaned as he kneaded your flesh expertly. He carried you over to his car while you were still wrapped around him. Miguel let you down and leaned against the hood of his car, his cock clearly straining against the denim of his jeans.

“This is what you do to me, baby. You drive me so fucking crazy.” He groaned. You rubbed his cock through the fabric, relishing the noise he made as you teased him. You unbuckled his belt and tugged down his pants and boxers. Miguel’s cock sprang free and you could barely wrap your hand around his thick girth. You were no stranger to his body but could swear he seemed bigger than you remembered. Miguel moaned loudly as you slowly your hand up and down his shaft, taking care to rub your thumb over his sensitive tip.

Whenever you and Miguel hooked up it felt natural. You’d done this so many times you both knew exactly what the other liked. Every nook and cranny, every secret spot. You knew exactly which buttons to press to drive each other wild. You picked up the pace of your strokes before kneeling to take him in your mouth. “Please baby. I need more. Need you to suck my cock.” Miguel’s voice was desperate and pleading. You licked from base to tip, tasting the salt of the precum he was leaking like a faucet. You bobbed your head up and down, struggling with his size. Miguel bucked his hips in response and you made it halfway down the length of his cock.

You came up for air and spit in your palm and began stroking the base while you sucked. Miguel groaned and you felt him wrap a hand in your hair, pushing your mouth down further. “Come on baby, I know you can take me.” Your hands fell to your sides and Miguel’s hands guided you up and down his shaft. “You’re so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock.” His pace quickened and he began to fuck your face, thrusting down your throat. He pulled out of your mouth and started stroking himself. “Fuckkk I’m gonna cum. Open your mouth for me, baby.” You closed your eyes and stuck out your tongue, feeling ropes of semen hit your face and tongue. You licked your lips, tasting the salt and sweat. You opened your eyes to see Miguel had his phone out. “Smile for me, hermosa. You look so pretty with my cum on your face I want to remember this” he cooed while snapping pictures.

Miguel helped you up off your knees and swiped his fingers softly across your face before popping them into his mouth to clean them. He kissed you again before pressing you face down against the hood of his car. You felt his large hand palming against your pussy through your shorts. “Mmmplease, Mig. Don’t tease me like this.” He kept rubbing, pressing the fabric into your folds.

“You’ve been teasing me all night, baby. Paybacks a bitch.” Miguel crouched down and kissed your pussy through your denim shorts; You felt him massage your ass while he pressed his mouth against you. He pressed down firmly as you squirmed under his touch, desperately trying to increase the friction. “Stop fucking wiggling.” He yanked your shorts down so the only thing between him and your cunt was the thin fabric of your thong. He rubbed your clit through your panties and you gasped.

“Please, baby. I need more” you moaned breathlessly. He picked up the pace, making quick circles around your bud with his large fingers. You felt the pleasure building steadily as Miguel worked his magic. “Ah! I’m almost there. Keep going, Miggy!” Just as the words left your mouth he stopped, leaving you hanging on the edge of your orgasm. “What the fuck was that for?!” You turned to face him and saw a shit eating grin on his face. “It’s not fucking funny, Mig” you groaned.

“I told you, payback is a bitch. You don’t get to cum until I say you can, baby.” You sighed and Miguel pressed you against the car hood again with one hand, using the other to push your panties to the side. He slid one thick finger into you and moved it slowly in and out. “You’re so fucking wet for me baby. And so tight. I’m gonna stretch this pussy out” he cooed, adding a second finger. “That’s it, baby.” He knelt down again and you felt him trade his fingers for his tongue. He darted in and out of your entrance, and you flooded with wetness. “You taste so fucking good”. Miguel continued licking, kissing, and sucking every fold of your slit. The pleasure building up was starting to become unbearable; you had no idea how you were going to be able to hold back. Then Miguel said the magic words: “Cum for me, cariño” he purred, sucking on your clit as if his life depended on it.

You let yourself fall over the edge and you gasped as your orgasm overtook you. Waves of pleasure racked your body and you found yourself speechless. You were coming down from the rush when you felt the tip of Miguel’s cock poking at your entrance. “It’s too big” you moaned, already feeling the stretch from just the tip.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You’ve done this before. You’re so good at taking me, baby.” Miguel replied, pressing in another inch of his girth. He grunted as he felt you stretching around him. “Your pussy is so good. You make me feel so good.” Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you up to his chest, pushing his cock in further. He grabbed your hair and turned your face toward him to kiss you again. The kiss deepened and became frenzied as you felt him going deeper and deeper until he finally bottomed out inside of you. You felt so full you couldn’t believe he fit inside of you.

“Your cock is so fucking big, Miggy. I need you to fuck me.” You moaned, not caring if anyone else was around. Miguel took your words to heart and immediately started pumping in and out, your wetness running down your thighs. He kept a steady pace, hitting the sweet spot inside of you with every thrust. “Fuck me harder” you cried, cockdrunk.

Miguel pulled out and flipped you over, dragging you both to the side of his car. He pulled out his phone again and pressed record before reentering you. “Put on a show for me baby, show the camera how good I make you feel.” You moaned louder, happy to show off for him. Miguel pushed up your shirt to expose your tits and palmed them roughly with one hand. He groped and squeezed, pinching and rolling your nipples between his digits.

“Fuck, Miggy. You feel so good. Keep going”

“You’re taking this cock so well, baby. The camera loves you. You’re such a little slut for me I love it.” He pumped harder, hitting your cervix with his tip. His spare hand moved from your chest to your throat and he squeezed lightly. You let out a moan and felt pleasure start to build in your core again. You used one hand to start rubbing circles on your clit while Miguel was thrusting. “That’s it, baby. Rub it out for me. You’re taking my cock so well.”

“M-mig I’m close. I’m gonna cum” you squeaked out, the circles on your clit becoming more frantic.

“Go on, nena. Cum on my cock. Show me how pretty you look when you’re cumming for me.” Miguel’s encouragement pushed you over the edge and your second orgasm ripped through your body. You felt yourself clench tighter around his cock and he thrusted harder, taking his hand off your throat and using it to steady you against the side of the car. “I’m gonna cum, baby. I’m gonna put a baby in you, then you can’t leave me again.” Miguel gave one final thrust before you felt him release, spilling his seed inside of you. He grunted before pulling out slowly.

“That was so good, mig. I remember why I come back to this place when I’m in town now” you joked, pulling your clothes back into place. Miguel finished redressing himself and planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah? Well maybe you should come home more often then.”

[julilovesyou444]

hey baee that last fic u did was so good i literally loved it tysm it was so cute!! i have another request - could you write smth where the reader is the 5th member of the band and tom has lit been in love w her since they were kids, and it’s only when they’re like 16/17 that he finally accepts it and confesses to the reader?? like it’s so unlike him to be all soppy and stuff so he didn’t wanna accept his feelings and he’s like super nervous bc he doesn’t wanna like ruin the friendship or anything but ofc the reader likes him back 😋😋 THAT WAS SO LONG LMAO and super specific again but anyways tysm 💗💗💗

i know you ~ tom kaulitz

ty for requesting bb! I’m so happy you liked the last one!! hopefully this one is okay too! enjoy💗💗 if anyone wants, feel free to request

warnings: swearing, yelling, drinking, partying, kissing, thats it i think ??

a/n~ thank you for 100 followers!! I sound stupid saying that but seriously the support means so much to me, gustav req coming soon!! stay tuned and enjoy this little piece for now💟 also thank you for all the comments and messages, I LOVE YOU GUYS🫶

(okay but angry love confessions >>>)

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“are we doing anything tonight?”, i asked, laying down on the tour bus’ couch. My legs were draped across bills, he had insisted. We had been on the schrei tour for about a month now. the change from regular life to tour life was insane. we were on the schrei tour, about a couple months or so in. We had a little trouble adjusting at first, we were all getting into a lot of arguments, but now we were fine. Bill and Tom still get into arguments a lot, though. Tom has been acting weirder than usual, and i kinda felt like most of this behavior was aimed at me. It felt like he was distant, and I couldn’t figure out why. I have had a crush on Tom for just about as long as I can remember, but I always pushed away those feelings because I loved our friendship too much, and I didn’t want to confess to him and for there to be a rift in between us. I knew for a fact he didn’t like me back. He had so many absolutely gorgeous fan girls who liked him, so there was no way he liked me. He was also kind of a player. That hurt a little at first, but just like the whole situation, I learned to live with it.

“Uhh, i dont think so. We could do something, though. I wouldn’t mind.”, Bill replied, typing something on his phone. The door to the bus opened, and Tom walked in. The smell of cigarettes followed him. We were waiting on Georg and Gustav to finish up the grocery shopping. I thought he was going to go sit down on his bed, but I was wrong. He was staring down at me.

“What?”, i asked.

“Sit up. I wanna sit on the couch too.”, he said flatly. I groaned and sat up for a second, my legs still over Bills. I looked back and saw that Tom was sat behind me, both of his arms resting on the top of the couch. I fell back onto his lap, my head resting on top of his legs. I felt him tense up under me. He raised his eyebrows at me in a judgy way and I rolled my eyes.

“Who said I’m allowing you to do that?”, he said in a bratty tone.

“Deal with it.”

“I guess I will because it doesn’t really seem like I have a choice.”, he huffed.

“Okay, I’m tired of your guys’ bickering, I’m going to go check on Gustav and Georg and see what is taking them so long. Hans is in the store too, I guess he got tired of sitting and driving all day. I’ll be back soon.”, Bill said, lifting my legs up and letting himself get up. Before either Tom or I could protest, he left.

The silence engulfed us. It felt awkward, and I hated it. I had known Tom since we were seven. He had always been a bit of an asshole, but he was nice too. Lately I had just been getting asshole Tom. He seemed somewhat normal with everyone else, except for me. I started to overthink. Did he find out I liked him? Was he uncomfortable around me now? Did he think I was weird?

“sorry for laying on you, I’ll get up.”, i quickly said as I began to sit up. Tom grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back down into his lap.

“No. You can stay. If you want.”, he said flatly.

“Oh… okay, yea.”

I looked up at him as he gazed back down at me. I couldn’t figure out what was going on with him. What had changed between us? When he was a kid, he would treat me just like he treated everyone else in the band.

“Is everything okay?”, i asked softly.

“What do you mean?”

I could tell he knew exactly what I meant.

“Oh, I don’t know, it’s stupid, nevermind.”, I looked away.

“No, tell me.”, he used his finger to direct my chin back toward him. His eyes were slightly narrowed.

“I don’t know, Tom, you just seem different, that’s all. I feel like you haven’t been yourself lately, but I’m probably just dumb and it’s all in my head.”

He didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry.”, i immediately apologized in fear of making him angry.

“Why? You have no reason to be.”

Everything he did confused me.

“Okay, well, I just feel like you’ve been a little distant.”

“I haven’t been.”, he said. He sounded a little bit annoyed.

“Okay, sorry.”

“Will you stop saying sorry?”, he lashed out.

I froze. He usually never yelled at me. He knew I hated when people yelled at me. No matter what the situation was, if someone yelled at me, I would cry. He knew that. I sat up and he tried to get me to stay. I shrugged him off and stood up.

“Um, I think I’m gonna go take a nap in my bunk, I’m pretty tired.”, I mumbled.

“Just wait-“

“Leave it, Tom.”, i said quietly before walking away and over to my bunk. I heard Tom curse underneath his breath. I laid down, and about a minute after doing so, I heard everyone load back onto the bus.

“Okay, we have about two hours left in our drive to Dresden and then you guys can get checked into your hotel and do whatever you want for the rest of the day.”, Hans, our driver, announced. Everyone agreed.

“Where’s did she go?”, i heard Bill ask. He sounded confused.

“Her bed, she’s taking a nap.”, Tom replied.

“What did you do now?”, Bill teased.

“Fuck off.”, Tom said back.

“Calm down.”, Georg said.

“Can we just go?”, Tom yelled up to the front of the bus at Hans.

I felt the bus start to move. I got under the covers. I was still very in love with Tom, and the way he was acting towards me hurt me so much. I didn’t know what I did wrong. I missed the way things were. I silently cried for a minute, I felt so stupid. He shouldn’t have this kind of effect on me. I hated crying. I felt like a baby. I fell asleep within a few minutes, trying to forget about what was happening.

~

I felt the bus come to a sharp stop. I blinked my eyes open. I could hear Tom and Bill arguing. I couldn’t see them because I was in the back of the bus, but whatever they were talking about, sounded serious. I stood up and walked over to the cracked door. They couldn’t see me, and I could only see a sliver of them.

Bill was standing up, lecturing Tom about something.

“If you like her, why don’t you just tell her??? I don’t get it.”

“I don’t fucking like her, just fuck off.”, Tom spat back at him.

“Yes you do! It’s obvious! You have since, forever! We can all see that you do. We also all see you treat her like she’s nothing, don’t you think that hurts her?”

“It is kind of obvious.”, Gustav trailed off. They were probably talking about one of the many girls Tom was leading on. He always did this. It didn’t surprise me.

“Shut up, Gustav. And so what if I do like her? How is that any of your business? I’m not going to jeopardize the band or anything else for that matter for some silly crush.”

“It’s not a silly crush, Tom. You’re in love with her.”, Bill said. It was silent.

My stomach dropped. So that’s why he’s been acting all weird. He’s in love with another girl. I couldn’t listen anymore. I stepped out the door and stretched, acting like I heard nothing.

Everyone’s eyes darted to me.

“Good morning, everyone! We are here?”, i said as cheerfully as possible. I wanted to play it off like I was completely fine and like the boy I’ve been in love with since I was seven wasnt in love with some other girl I didn’t even know.

“You just woke up?”, Georg asked. Everyone looked a little worried.

“Yea! Your guys’ fucking yelling woke me up so I figured you were probably arguing over the set list, of course you were dicks are deciding without me so I wanted to come and help choose.”, I laughed. Acting skills, on point. The band looked relieved.

“Well, if that’s over then let’s go get settled into the hotel.”. I suggested. Everyone nodded.

Hans went into the hotel lobby and got us checked in while we unpacked all of our stuff onto caddys. He came back, handed us our keys and told us our floor and room numbers. Georg and Gustav shared a room, as well as Bill and Tom. I had a room to myself, it had always been that way.

We took our stuff inside and went up the elevators into our hotel rooms. I unpacked my stuff pretty quickly before going over to Bill’s room to try and make plans for tonight.

I knocked on their door. Tom cracked it open and squinted his eyes at me before opening it all the way. I pushed past him but he grabbed me and pulled me back.

I furrowed my brows at him and tried to continue walking, but he wouldn’t let me.

“Can you not be so stubborn and just hear me out?”, he said. I stopped trying to get out of his grasp and crossed my arms over my body. I widened my eyes and shook my head a little, giving him a cue to start talking.

“I didn’t mean to yell at you earlier. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s with me lately, but you’re right, i havent really been myself.”

I sighed. I didn’t want him to feel bad, especially for loving another girl. It was rare that Tom genuinely liked someone, and I didn’t want to get in the way of that.

“I know why, Tom. Its okay, I understand now. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or something. I wont get so close to you anymore.”

He looked so confused.

“Wait what? What do you mean ‘uncomfortable’? And I never said I didn’t want you close to me? What are you talking about?”

“Tom, I know you. You’re like my bestfriend, its okay. You don’t have to keep secrets from me. And im not gonna be upset if you don’t want me to be as touchy and stuff with you. I wouldn’t want to do anything to affect your relationship or whatever you are deciding to call it.”

“What are you talking about?”, he asked. He was acting so shocked. Then Bill walked out of the bathroom. Since he clearly wasn’t comfortable with telling me about the girl he was in love with, I wasn’t going to push, so I changed the subject.

“Bill!”

“Oh, hi!”, he smiled, noticing me.

“I was thinking, what if we went to a club tonight?”

“OH MY GOSH, YES!!! please! I need to party, I’ve been so drained from always doing shows, that would be just what I need. you’d come too, right, Tom?”, Bill asked.

“Yea, I guess.”, Tom nonchalantly replied. He acted as if he was too good for that stuff.

“Go tell Georg and Gustav.”, Bill instructed.

“Why do I have to? Why can’t you?”, Tom complained.

“Because you know I take the longest to get ready! It’s getting late already so I’d like to leave sooner than later.”

“Ugh, fine.”, Tom said, rolling his eyes before leaving the room.

“What’s his deal?”, i asked.

Bill hesistated.

“Uhh, i dont know, he’s been weird. Tom will get over it soon though, don’t worry.”

“Oh, okay… it doesn’t have anything to do with me, right?”, i asked, trying to slyly investigate.

I saw Bill physically get taken aback.

“Uhhhhh no! No, I don’t think so. Why do you ask?”

“Uh i just feel like he’s been acting weird towards me I guess. We used to like jokingly flirt and be pretty close but we don’t ever really do that anymore and it feels kind of weird, but I think I know why.”

“Oh… and why is that?”

“He’s in love with somebody. I don’t know who, but it’s probably one of the girls he’s slept with. I think Tom just feels weird with me being how I used to be like with him because he is in love with her, y’know what I mean?”

“Wait-wait, where did you get this from?”, Bills mouth was agape.

“Don’t be mad but I heard you guys arguing on the bus. I heard only part of it. I don’t know why I didn’t say anything, but obviously the rest of the guys know and Tom is refusing to tell me too. He doesn’t know I already know, but I don’t really understand what is stopping him from telling me.”

“Oh… I see.”, Bill said, contemplating his next words.

“I think he will tell you when he’s ready, I think he just wants you to approve of him and he thinks highly of you. I also think you make him a little nervous.”, he finally added.

“Me? Make Tom nervous? Funny, but no way.”, I laughed. Bill made a face and shrugged.

“Okay, I’m gonna go get ready, I’ll see you in like 45.”, I said, turning for the door.

“Wait!”

“Hm?”

“I have a question, answer honestly, please.”

“What is it Bill?”

“Do you have feelings for Tom?”

I could feel myself immediately get flustered and my cheeks start to get red. Fuck fuck fuck.

“What?”, i laughed awkwardly.

“Please, I’m your bestfriend, you can tell me if you do.”

“Why do you even think that? Tom is my best friend just like you are.”

“You aren’t denying it.”

“Bill, please.”

“Do you?”, he asked again.

I gave him pleading eyes, asking him to leave it alone.

“Bill…”

“You can tell me anything. I wouldn’t judge you at all.”, he placed his hands on my shoulders.

I sighed again. Even if I said I didn’t, I knew Bill wouldn’t believe me.

“Maybe?”, i scrunched my face up a bit.

Bill smiled.

“Why are you so happy?”, i asked, unclear on whatever was going on in his head.

“No reason…”

“Please, Bill. Don’t say anything to Tom. I don’t want to ruin our friendship, he means too much to me. And I don’t want to get in the way of his relationship with this girl.”

Bill smiled at me again. He shook his head.

“I promise I won’t. And if I were you, I wouldn’t worry about another girl.”

“I thought he loves her though?”

“Just dont worry about it, go get ready!! And look hot! Not that you don’t already, but go get more hot!”, he said pushing me to the door, a smile permanently engraved on his face.

“Bill- wait Bill-“I stuttered as he pushed me out the door.

“Hm?”

“Please, I’m serious. Don’t say anything.”

“I won’t. Boyscouts honor.”, he held two fingers in the air before slamming the door in my face. I was greeted by Tom leaning against the wall. I flinched, I hadn’t seen him because he was standing behind the open door. His arms were crossed over his chest.

“Jesus, fuck! You scared me.”, i yelled.

“Don’t say anything about what? What were you guys talking about?”

“Nothing.”

“I hate when you keep secrets from me.”

“You’re one to talk.”, i replied, defensively.

“What? Was it about me? Are you embarrassed or something?”, he took a step closer to me, his face now adorned with a smug grin. I scoffed.

“Get over yourself, Tom. The world doesn’t revolve around you.”

“Maybe not, but sometimes I begin to think you do.”, he teased.

I rolled my eyes and turned around to go to my hotel.

“Be ready soon!”, he called after me as i slammed the door.

~

Bill banged on my door, for the third time in the last five minutes.

“HURRY UPPPPP”, he groaned. I finished zipping up my shoe before opening the door. Bill looked annoyed but as soon as he saw me, his face lit up.

“Oh. My. God.”, he said, looking me up and down.

“You like?”, i asked, already knowing the answer. I was wearing a denim mini skirt that was way too short, a black lacy top that had long belle sleeves with a pretty cleavagey v-neck. It was cropped perfectly to display my belly button ring. I of course had a ton of jewellry on too, with a bit of makeup as well. I wore platform black boots that went up part of my calf. They were leather and I had been gifted them, but I rarely got the chance to wear them.

“Obviously!”, bill exclaimed.

I walked out to see the rest of the band waiting in the hallway. They all looked a little shocked when they saw my outfit. I usually didn’t dress-up too much, mainly because I didn’t have the confidence to do so. I decided to just let go and have fun tonight.

I walked past them and they just stood there. I clicked the button for the elevator and looked back at them down the hallway.

“Are you guys coming or…?”

They scurried down the hallway and got into the lift with me. We decided to go to a club that was only two blocks away. It was a pretty popular club, and we usually got into most clubs that we tried to because of our status in Germany. The bouncer recognized us and let us skip the line. Perks of being semi-famous I guess.

The music was so loud I could barely hear my own thoughts. Bill grabbed my hand to pull me away and get drinks. I turned away and grabbed Tom’s hand, dragging him along with us. At first he just let me hold his hand, but then he held it back, letting Bill and I lead him through the crowd of drunk people.

Bill ordered us all shots. Tom watched as i downed mine, and drank his not long after. Bill snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me away to the dance floor. We danced for a little before some random girl took it upon herself to steal him away. I couldn’t really blame her though. I danced by myself for a little but got bored and decided I wanted another drink. I made my way over to the bar and ordered a drink I saw another girl have. I began to drink it slowly, looking around. I made eye contact with a guy. He was by himself, looking me up and down. He smiled and i smiled back. He had to be at least 22. He approached me and asked if he could buy me a drink, despite me not even being close to the one i just got myself. I told him that if he wanted to, he had to dance with me first. He agreed, and we went over to crowd of dancing bodies.

At first, it started pretty innocent. Just giggling, drinking, and dancing. He started to get touchy, putting his hands on my waist. He had them slowly go from my waist, downwards. I would pull away whenever he got to close to the one thing he wanted, but no matter how many times I pulled away, he would always try to do it again. I looked over and was met with Tom’s eyes. They were staring at me, a sort of gross look on his face. Was he really that disgusted by me?

“can I get you that drink now?”, he winked. I internally cringed but said yes. Free drinks? Fine by me. He ordered me something, but nothing for himself. As soon as the drink was in my hand, he was urging and pressuring me to drink if. I did. Another drink, same deal. I downed the drink, wanting him to just leave me alone about it. Even though I told him not to, he ordered another drink. I tried to push it away, but he kept pushing it towards me. Finally, he put the drink down. I tried to back up, but he pulled me into a sloppy kiss that I wanted no part of. I tried to push him off but he was too strong, or maybe I was just to tipsy.

“get off of me.”

“please, stop”

but he wouldn’t.

“I don’t want this-“, i started, yet another plea for him to stop. a pair of hands yanked me back. before i could even see who it was, I saw Tom step in front of me and push that guy into the bar counter.

“She told you to get off her you fucking pervert. Is getting girls drunk enough so they hook up with you your only hobby. Pathetic.”, he spat. The guy looked like he wanted to say something back, or fight Tom, but he just cursed under his breath and stumbled away. I felt embarrassed. I shouldn’t have let myself get in that situation.

“Thank you.”, i mumbled to Tom. He shook his head.

“Just stop. You’re really fucking stupid sometimes y’know? Putting yourself in dumb situations like that.”, he rolled his eyes as he walked away. I wasn’t going to let him be that rude and just walk away, so I followed him. I watched as he weaved through people. I followed hom, but not to closely. I saw him open a door and go in before practically slamming it. It was too loud for anyone to even notice. I waited a minute before going into the door as well. There were a few flight of stairs. I climbed up them. I had finally made it to the top. I opened the door. The roof.

The cold air hit my face as I stepped out, the smell of cigarette smoke filling my senses. I saw Tom, standing towards the edge of the building, smoking as he looked out at the city. I began to walk over to him. The gravel crunched underneath my boots, making him turn around.

“What the fuck is your problem to me? You’ve been such a dick and I haven’t even done anything. I just want for things to be normal.”, i said, angered.

“They aren’t normal.”, he said, taking a puff of his cig.

“And how is that in any way my fault? I haven’t done anything to you, yet you are treating me like shit. You loving some girl doesn’t mean you can act like that, it doesn’t have anything to do with me.”

“It has EVERYTHING to do with you!”, he shouted.

“What the fuck did I do?! I don’t understand what I did to make you despise me so much! Why do you hate me so much?!”, I yelled back.

“I don’t hate you, I’m in love with you, you fucking idiot!”, he yelled. His eyes widened at his own words.

I was so confused. It didn’t feel real. I could barely comprehend what he had just said.

“What?”, was all I could manage to say. He looked so nervous, his hands shaking.

“I’m fucking in love with you, okay?? I have been ever since I’ve known you. I’ve tried to push it away, I’ve always denied it, but i cant anymore. I’ve tried everything and I can’t! I’ve slept with countless girls but the only thing I’ve ever been able to think about is you. You’re always on my mind and no matter what I do, I can’t seem to get you out of my head. I’ve been being mean to try and distance you from me and make myself stop loving you but it’s fucking torture and it’s stupid and it hasn’t even worked in the slightest. Bill told me you heard us on the bus, it wasn’t some girl, we were talking about you. Its you, and it always has been. I feel sick when I see you with other guys, I get so jealous I can barely handle it. All I’ve ever wanted is you, and not having you is killing me. I’m sick and tired of pretending like I don’t love you because I do! Hate is the last thing on this earth that I feel about you. I love you so fucking much, and I’m sorry for treating you the way I have been.”, he yelled.

I could hardly believe anything I was hearing. Tom Kaulitz? In love with me? This is a prank, right? It felt like a dream.

“Are you serious?”, i asked.

“Really? After that long ass rant or about loving you, you don’t believe me?”, he dryly laughed.

“Tom, im serious, please…”

“Yes, I’ve never been more sure on something in my entire life.”

“Why now? Why haven’t you said anything?”, I asked, still unsure.

“I wanted to, but I didn’t know how to. We would flirt, but you always took it as a joke. I wasn’t joking. I loved you so much as a friend too, I was scared that if I told you, I would lose you. i also hate talking about my feelings and shit, i feel so stupid whenever I do.”

Part of me was still processing everything. Boy I had been in love with forever, loved me back. In the exact same way I loved him, he loved me. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“fuck it, i love you too. I’ve been in love with you since we were like eight, and I never said anything because I thought I had no chance with you and I didn’t want to make things weird. The only thing I wanted was for you to stay my friend and for you to like me. When you started acting like you didn’t, I felt horrible and I felt like there was no hope for anything for us. I acted like I didn’t feel anything for you because all I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy. Even if it meant you being with someone else. I love you, Tom.”, I rambled.

He closed the distance between us. He placed his hands on each side of my jaw, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. I could feel myself get goosebumps, staring up into his dark eyes.

“you were going to let me be with someone else so I could be happy? even if it meant you weren’t?”, he softly asked. I nodded.

“what did I ever do to deserve someone so sweet liek you?”, he murmured. His eyes glanced down at my lips. He took one of his thumbs and pulled it across my bottom lip, tugging down at it gently.

“God, you don’t even know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you.”

“How long?”

He laughed.

“Forever. I want to kiss you now more than ever.”

“Prove it.”

He chuckled at my boldness. Tom leaned in, our noses brushing against each other. I couldn’t stand the teasing anymore, I had waited too long. I dipped his face and pulled him down. Tom, smiling into the kiss at my neediness. It was so passionate, I could kiss his mmm forever. Our lips fit together like puzzle pieces. I pulled him in more, unsure if he was even able to get any closer than he already was. he tasted like Marlboro Reds and liquor. I loved it, I couldn’t get enough of him. One of his hands found its way down to my waist, while the other one tangled itself in my hair. He tugged ever so slightly, earning a soft groan from me. Tom smiled at this, getting the exact reaction he wanted. He pulled away, our foreheads resting against each other.

“fuck, you look so pretty. I wanted to tell you how good you looked earlier tonight but i was too scared.”, he mumbled. I smiled, the sweetness that I had missed was returning to Tom. I pulled him back into another kiss, the first one being incredibly addicting. Our tongues fought for dominance, of course he won.

The door to the roof swung open, startling both Tom and I. We attempted to pull away, but I before I could even see who it was, I heard Bill’s voice.

“I was looking for you guy- OH MY GOD.”, he said, a little shocked. his face quickly turned into a smile.

“What took you guys so long?”, he teased.

“Oh shut up.”, Tom laughed, his hand now around my waist.

“Well, I ordered us some more shots, so… c’mon. you guys can finish whatever this is later.”, he smiled, waking back into the building.

“let’s go inside.”, i said.

Tom kissed me again, this time with the full intent of being sweet and gentle.

“it feels weird to say out loud now, but I love you.”, he said into my ear. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I looked back up to him, seeing the very boy that i fell in love with all those years ago.

“I love you, too.”

~

a/n #2 ~ THIS WAS SO LONG IM SORRY. also sorry for this taking so long the first one I wrote DELETED😕 I’m on vacation right now but I hope you guys enjoyed this long ass story.

[inthe-dark-tonight]

Falling Into My Sins

chapter four: someone who's stuck inside your mind

dbf!joel x fem!reader series - loosely inspired by the song skin by soccer mommy

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7

summary: you take up tommy’s offer to take you on a date, the night ends with a confrontation from joel and an unexpected turn of events.

word count: 2.6k

series rating: E (18+ mdni)

warnings: no outbreak AU, age gap (reader is in their 20s, Joel is in his 40s) no use of y/n, no physical description of reader, tommy and reader flirt, slight angst/confrontation, some kissing, alcohol consumption, joel being grumpy, if i’m missing anything bb please let me know <3

notes: i’ve been procrastinating posting this chapter but here it is!! excited for this one, it’s gonna get messier after this hehe thank you @javiscigarette for beta reading this chapter for me MWAH and thank you to the loml @shatteredbaby for helping me time and time again with proof reading and ideas for this story ilysm ♡

The rest of your night was pretty uneventful, after Joel and Tommy left you only had about an hour left of your shift. When you got home it took you a while to fall asleep, the memory of how he grabbed you and crashed his lips into yours unexpectedly replaying in your mind over and over. You wish you could say he hasn't been occupying your mind. You need to forget about him, and tonight you’re going to try. 

It’s about half an hour before Tommy picks you up, you’re finishing up getting ready when you hear a knock on your bedroom door. 

“Come in.” You turn to face the door.

Your dad opens the door and peeks his head in. “Sorry, I know you’re getting ready. Just wanted to ask if you’ll be free next Sunday.” 

“Uh, yeah I don't think I work.” 

“Okay good.” He nods his head and starts to leave. 

“Why?” 

“Just might be making some plans, wanted to make sure you’re around.” You nod at his response and then he closes the door. 

You hear your phone go off and quickly grab it to look at the notification.

I'm outside whenever you’re ready. No rush. 

You smile at the text and take one last look at yourself in the mirror before heading down stairs. You call out to say bye to your dad and then close the door behind you, making your way down the front steps to Tommy’s car. You feel slightly giddy as you see him get out to open the passenger door for you. 

“Hey” he has a small content smile on his face as he opens your door. 

“Hi” you look up at him shyly, stepping into the car. 

He closes your door and you watch him walk around the front of the car to the driver's side. He gets into the car and buckles his seatbelt before looking over at you. A smile forms on your face as he looks back at the road and pulls away. 

“So, the bar we’re going to is called the Blind Donkey.” Tommy’s eyes are focused on the road still.

You let out a small chuckle before replying. “Never been before.”

“It’s pretty mellow, we’ll have a good time though.”

You nod in agreement and look out your window as he drives towards downtown. Tommy reaches out to turn up the radio, and the rest of the ride is fairly quiet until he’s about to park. As he pulls in the parking lot, you think you see a truck you recognize. 

“Oh by the way,” he pulls into a spot and puts the car into park. “I hope you don’t mind, I invited my brother.” 

You feel your heart sink down into your stomach. You’ve got to be kidding.

Tommy looks over at you while he unbuckles his seat belt and you force a smile. “No, of course not!” 

He matches your smile before reaching for his door handle, and you do the same grabbing your purse as you jump out of the car. 

You walk around to the back of the car and meet him, he glances towards you before walking towards the door and you follow behind. As you get closer your heart starts racing and the events of last night play through your head. Why did Joel kiss you if he was out on a date with some other girl before showing up at the diner? Is she here with him tonight? The last thing you really want is to see him. 

Tommy holds open the door to the bar for you and you thank him as you walk inside. The air inside is hazy with smoke and it smells faintly like cigarettes and stale beer, you don’t mind it though. Your eyes wander the small space filled with a pool table, an old jukebox, a few small booths and a bar. Your eyes fall on Joel sitting at the bar with his back towards the door, beer in one hand as his other taps on the bar top to the rhythm of the music. 

Even from the back he’s good looking. His graying hair lays perfectly in soft waves, and his black shirt stretches across his back and shoulders just right. You snap yourself out of it as you get closer. 

“Joel!” Tommy shouts out as the two of you approach, only a few feet from where he’s sitting now. 

He slowly turns around, lips tilted upward until his eyes meet with yours. His smile is immediately wiped from his face, eyes growing dark as they take in your presence. His jaw ticks as he turns back around towards the bar. Tommy pulls out a chair for you then takes a seat between you and Joel. He places his hand on Joel’s shoulder and squeezes lightly before taking a seat. 

“What’s she doing here?” Joel grumbles quietly to Tommy, still loud enough that you hear the comment. 

You glance over at him to find that he’s looking past Tommy, eyes burning into you. You roll your eyes as they meet with his and quickly look the other direction. 

“I invited her” you can hear in Tommy’s voice that he’s smiling. 

“Hm.” Joel lets out a grunt at his words. 

You hear a slapping sound as Tommy lightly smacks Joel’s arm with the back of his hand. “Don’t be an ass, Joel.” 

You hold back a laugh as you turn back towards the two men. Joel’s looking forward, brows furrowed and a small pout on his face. You try not to focus on how pretty he looks right now.. 

“What are you having Tommy?” You rest both elbows on the counter and lock eyes with him. 

“Just a beer, what do ya want, hon?” he asks. 

“Same thing.”

A warm smile spreads across Tommy’s face, you look past him to find Joel’s eyes locked on you again as Tommy tells the bartender your order. The bartender looks over at Joel but his eyes stay on you. 

“I’ll have a whiskey.” he grumbles. 

“So, Joel,” Tommy clears his throat. “No date tonight?” He says with a smug smile on his face. 

“No.” He shifts in his seat. 

You glance at him from the corner of your eye, and you can help but wonder why he’s alone tonight.

The bartender comes back after what feels like forever, Tommy nods at him and leaves some cash on the counter. You take a sip of your beer and look around. Your eyes fall on a pool table in the center of the room and an idea pops into your head. You eagerly look over to Tommy.

“You know how to play pool?” you give him a sweet but devious smile. 

He raises a brow at you. “Yeah, you?”

“No, wanna show me?”

A smile spreads across his face. “C’mon” he nods towards the pool table.

He gets up from the bar and you follow, glancing at Joel one last time before walking with Tommy to the pool table. He grabs two cue sticks from where they’re hanging on the wall, passing one to you. He sets his down for a moment to set up the billiard balls as you watch. When he's finished he looks up at you and walks towards you with an eager look on his face.

“Let me show you how to use that.” he clears his throat before stepping behind you.

You hold onto the cue stick as he rests a hand on your back, gently guiding you to lean over the table. 

“It’s all about getting the right angle.” His voice comes out low, you can feel him hovering close behind you. 

You glance back to look at Tommy but your eyes meet with Joel’s, still sitting at the bar watching you like a hawk. You slightly roll your eyes and look back towards the pool table. 

Tommy grabs your right hand that’s clutching the cue stick. “Bring this hand back.” He guides you gently and then leans over to your other side touching your left hand. “And use this hand to help guide.” 

His body is pressed lightly against yours, when he speaks his voice comes out soft and smooth. He’s so close you can feel his chest move against you as he breathes. 

“Just like that.” He adjusts your hand slightly. 

“Okay” you breathe out.

“And then slowly just,” His right hand rests on your lower back as he rubs his thumb back and forth slowly. “Follow through.” 

You take a deep breath and focus your aim on the cue ball before going for it. One of the solid colored pool balls flies into one of the pockets and you gasp, turning around to face Tommy. 

“I did it!” There’s a huge smile plastered on his face as he laughs at your reaction. 

You smile back at him and turn around to continue the game. 

The game goes on for about 30 minutes, you end up winning and it keeps your mind off of Joel for a bit. 

“You definitely cheated.” Tommy raises a brow at you, one hand resting on his hip while the other holds the cue stick. 

You chuckle at his accusation. “Nope.” 

He walks towards you, grabbing your cue stick from your hand. “How about another round?” He gestures towards the bar. 

“Yeah,” you trail off, turning to look towards the bar as Tommy puts the cue sticks back on the wall. 

Then you see him. Joel’s standing at the bar next to a woman with golden skin and dark wavy hair. He’s leaning in closely as they talk, giving her the same charming look he gave you the night you met. You feel your cheeks get hot as you watch him with the woman and you feel a lump starting to grow in the back of your throat. 

“Um,” your eyes are still glued to Joel as you speak to Tommy. “I need to step outside for a moment.” You snap your head to look at Tommy, giving him a tight lipped smile. 

“Sure, I’ll grab our drinks.” He looks back at you with a hint of confusion in his eyes, then you turn to walk towards the door. 

The room feels like it’s spinning and the air is getting thicker as you try to get to the door as quickly as you can. You take in a large breath as you push open the door, the cool night air surrounding you. It feels good, calming you down as you finally start to settle and lean your back against the wall of the building. Your breathing starts to steady as you watch headlights pass by, listening to the muffling sound of chatter as crowds walk past you on the downtown streets. 

You let out a long sigh as you lean your head back and close your eyes. Then you hear the door to the bar open and shut, heavy footsteps getting closer to you before the stop. You open your eyes and look towards the door to find Joel standing a few feet from where you are. 

You groan and turn towards him, giving him an expectant look. You’re not sure why he followed you out here and what he could possibly want. 

“What do you think you were doin’ in there?” The crease between his brow deepens. 

“What are you talking about?” You throw the words he used last night back at him. “I’m just enjoying my date, Joel.”

His jaw ticks in annoyance as he shoves his hands in his pockets, looking out at the street. He doesn’t look at you as he says his next words. 

“With my brother?” An amused expression grows on his face. 

You attempt to swallow back the lump in your throat, then his eyes meet with yours. 

“Trying to make me jealous?” His eyes grow dark, burning into you as they rake over your form. 

“No.” Why does he have to look at you that way? 

“Hm.” His eyes meet yours again and you can tell he doesn’t believe a word you’re saying. Your stomach turns as he watches you closely. 

“That could’ve been you in there.” You blurt out. 

His brow raises in curiosity at your comment. “Still could be.” A smirk starts to grow on his lips as he quickly runs a hand through his hair. 

“You missed your chance.” You roll your eyes and try to walk past him. 

He gently grabs your arm, stopping you in your tracks. “Did I?” He looks at you with dark eyes.

You scoff at his words, looking into his eyes before tugging your arm out of his grasp and walking back into the bar. The audacity, you think to yourself as you walk back over to Tommy.

“Hey, everything okay?” Tommy gives you a concerned look as you walk towards where he's standing at the bar, a drink waiting for you. 

“Yeah,” you grab the drink and shoot it back, slamming the glass back down on the counter.

You frantically look back at the door and see Joel walking in. You peel your eyes away from him and turn back to look at Tommy, an idea coming to mind as you lay your eyes on him. You grab him by his shirt before you can second guess it, and crash your lips into his.

He makes a surprised noise at first, then his lips start to move in sync with yours and he gently lays a hand on your hip. When he breaks the kiss he’s breathing heavily, face still only a few inches from yours. You quickly look down, cheeks growing hot from embarrassment at the move you just made. 

“Um,” you break the silence. “Can we go?” 

Tommy just nods looking a bit dumbstruck. You turn to walk towards the door and your eyes meet Joel’s, there’s nothing but anger behind them. 

Tommy trails behind you as you pass Joel with your eyes glued to the ground. You can feel his gaze burning straight through you. If only you could read his mind. 

You rush to Tommy’s truck the second you’re outside of the bar, he unlocks it and you tug the door open and jump in as fast as you can. Fuck. What were you thinking?

Tommy gets into the car, still not saying a word as he starts the engine. He lets out a deep sigh and glances at you before backing out and leaving the parking lot towards your homes.

You shouldn’t have kissed him. You knew it was wrong and you knew deep down it was just to try and make Joel jealous. You’re sure he didn’t even care, he made it clear that what happened didn’t mean anything. Like he said, it was just a fuck. You feel like an idiot for still feeling this way about Joel even after everything. You should probably say something to Tommy, at least apologize.  

“I’m sorry.” You whisper as you give him a shy look, afraid to meet his eyes. 

“For?” His eyes stay on the road as he answers you. 

You’re almost afraid to let the words leave your mouth. “Kissing you.” 

He lets out a small chuckle as the truck comes to a stop at the red light, then he looks over at you. “Don’t be.” He smiles at you. 

You smile back at him before looking out the windshield as the stop light turns green. You start to calm down now that you know he’s not mad, but you’re mad at yourself. You know that you kissed him for the wrong reasons, you just hope he never has to find that out.

thank you so so much for reading & any feedback is appreciated <3

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[kitkat-the-muffin]

After running an entire experiment for over a year and a half

I have finally perfected the best order to play the Kingdom Hearts series in

The aforementioned best order has been completely play-tested by an outsider new to KH in order to verify its effectiveness, and it goes as follows:

Kingdom Hearts 1

Kingdom Hearts X [chi] and Kingdom Hearts Union X [cross]

Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep • (start with Ventus, then Terra, and end with Aqua. Include Final Ending. Exclude Secret Ending)

Kingdom Hearts Re:Chain Of Memories

Kingdom Hearts 2 • (followed by Kingdom Hearts BBS’s Secret Ending)

Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days • (read Roxas’s diary alongside the cutscene movie if not playing the original release. Then read the secret reports after finishing the game)

Kingdom Hearts Re:Coded • (you may also play Coded if so desired)

Kingdom Hearts Dark Road

Kingdom Hearts 3D: Dream Drop Distance

Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep 0.2 A Fragmentary Passage

Kingdom Hearts 3

Kingdom Hearts 3 Re:Mind

Kingdom Hearts Missing Link

Kingdom Hearts Melody Of Memory

Kingdom Hearts 4

Extra notes:

DON’T FORGET THE SECRET BOSSES! All the cutscenes that precede and follow every secret boss fight is important, so I recommend looking them up on YouTube if you can’t beat them

ALWAYS READ THE SECRET REPORTS!!!! All of them. For every game

Look up BBS’s Secret Ending on YouTube, unless you feel like beating all three routes on Proud Mode (including the Mysterious Figure boss… I think. Idk, look it up)

As of writing this post, Missing Link and 4 have not been released yet, so they may be skipped for now. However, based on their trailer vibes alone, I’d still recommend this order whenever they do release

The mobile app for KHUX and KHDR has been discontinued, so the only source we currently have for them are cutscene movies on YouTube and Damo’s fandubs

The Dark Road fandub is not out yet as of posting this video, but hopefully I can update this post whenever it does release (same with Missing Link cutscenes)

If you have any questions please reply to this post because I have answers!

Here are some obvious ones tho:

Days is AFTER 2 to preserve the Riku plot twist

Dark Road is BEFORE DDD to increase player attachment to Xehanort before he takes full control over the narrative

Ventus is played FIRST in BBS because it helps the narrative make more sense (sorry Nomura, Xehanort being evil is not a plot twist)

Any spoilers for future games revealed in the prequels are intentional (like Maleficent thinking about Master Xehanort in Union X, or Terra seeing a vision of KH2 Riku in BBS) and are meant to serve as foreshadowing

If anyone feels like streaming the games in this order please let me know. I skewed the results of my experiment a little by being present for the Test Subject’s playthrough, so it’d genuinely benefit from another account played entirely in a vacuum

But also we kind of sped through the games rather than relishing them. There’s so much to do in all the games but to get to the rest of the story we didn’t really play them to their fullest. I hope future players can enjoy all there is and take their time with it :3

Anyway, please reblog this post if you found it interesting! I want to share this order with the world because I genuinely think it’s the best way to play the games! And again, if you have any questions, feel free to ask!

Thank you to @goldensunset @8golden-harvest8 @share-the-skye for acknowledging my experiment’s existence a couple times, y’all are real ones 💕💕💕

[emma23]

Waking shadows:

Poe dameron x reader

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Poe Dameron had seen a lot of strange things during his time with the Resistance, but walking through an ancient temple on some forgotten planet, searching for a villain from a bygone era trapped in a dream for 500 years? That was definitely a new one.

The air was thick with dust, the temple walls echoing with an eerie quietness as Poe led the way, blaster at the ready. BB-8 rolled beside him, beeping nervously.

"Relax, buddy," Poe muttered, though he wasn't feeling all that relaxed himself. "Just an old legend. How dangerous can she really be?"

According to the stories, you had been a powerful force user—one who walked the line between light and dark with dangerous precision. In the end, your enemies couldn't defeat you outright, so they trapped you in a never-ending dream. For centuries, you slumbered in the hidden temple, waiting for someone with the strength to awaken you.

And, of course, Poe Dameron, never one to back down from a challenge, had volunteered for the job.

As Poe approached the central chamber, his heart beat faster. The stone doors groaned as they slid open, revealing a grand hall. In the center of the room, a large crystal floated, suspended in midair, casting a faint glow over the room. Inside the crystal was a figure—your figure. You appeared peaceful, almost serene, your body surrounded by a shimmering mist.

"That’s her," Poe whispered to himself. He was struck by how… not monstrous you looked. In fact, you were beautiful, with your face relaxed and your hair gently floating around your head like you were submerged in water. But looks could be deceiving.

He took a deep breath and placed his hand on the crystal, feeling the cool energy pulsing beneath his fingertips. "Alright, let’s wake you up."

With a quick press of a button on his wrist communicator, a soft hum filled the air as the crystal started to crack. The mist surrounding you began to dissipate, and Poe stepped back, eyes wide as the crystal shattered into a thousand tiny fragments.

Your eyes fluttered open.

You gasped, stumbling forward, disoriented from centuries of sleep. Poe caught you before you fell, his hands steadying you as you blinked up at him, confusion evident in your gaze.

"W-Where am I?" you stammered, your voice hoarse from disuse.

"You're free," Poe replied, still holding you, but his grip was cautious. "I’m Poe Dameron, pilot with the Resistance. I just... well, I woke you up."

You blinked, your brows furrowing as you stared at him. "Why?"

Poe hesitated. "Well, we need your help."

You laughed, a low, bitter sound. "You woke me up because you need something from me? Typical."

Poe's jaw clenched, but he didn't let go of you. "Look, we can skip the whole ‘I’m the villain, you’re the hero’ bit. I’m not looking for a fight."

"Then why are you still holding me?" you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Realizing he still had his hands on your arms, Poe let go quickly, stepping back. "Sorry. Didn’t want you to fall."

You raised an eyebrow, rubbing your arms where his hands had been. "Thanks, I guess. But if you’re expecting me to save the galaxy out of the goodness of my heart, you’re in for a disappointment."

Poe crossed his arms, leveling you with a steady gaze. "I don’t believe in the whole ‘good or evil’ thing. I’ve seen people make the wrong choices for the right reasons."

You snorted. "Is that your way of saying you trust me?"

He shrugged. "Maybe. Depends. Are you planning on trying to kill me?"

You tilted your head, pretending to think it over. "Not today."

"Good enough for me."

Days passed, and though you and Poe had started off on rocky ground, the tension between you slowly shifted into something else. The more time you spent together, the more you saw beyond the Resistance pilot’s cocky exterior. Poe was surprisingly patient with you, especially when you struggled to adjust to a galaxy that had changed so much in your absence.

One night, after a particularly close encounter with a squad of stormtroopers, the two of you found yourselves alone on the Millennium Falcon, the tension between you palpable as you argued over the next steps of your mission.

"I still don’t trust you," you snapped, pacing back and forth.

Poe leaned against the wall, watching you with a faint smile. "Yeah, I got that."

"You think you’re so charming, don’t you?" you continued, glaring at him. "Just because you’re a hotshot pilot, you think everyone will fall in line behind you."

Poe raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed. "You think I’m charming?"

You faltered, your cheeks burning. "That's not the point!"

Poe smirked, pushing off the wall and taking a step closer to you. "Maybe not, but it’s interesting that you think so."

You scoffed, turning away to hide your embarrassment. "Just—leave me alone."

But Poe wasn’t done. "You know," he said, his voice softer now, "knowing the dark doesn’t make you a monster."

You froze at his words, your breath catching in your throat. Slowly, you turned to face him, your eyes meeting his. "What do you know about darkness?"

Poe’s expression was serious now, all traces of teasing gone. "More than you think."

For the first time, you saw past the cocky grin and the easy-going attitude. There was something deeper there—something haunted. You swallowed, suddenly unsure of yourself. "Why do you care?"

"Because I see you," Poe said, stepping closer until he was right in front of you. "You’re not the monster everyone says you are."

Your heart pounded in your chest, and for the first time in years, you felt vulnerable. "You don’t know me."

"Maybe not," Poe admitted, his voice barely above a whisper now. "But I want to."

Before you could stop yourself, you closed the distance between you, your lips crashing against his in a kiss that was filled with all the frustration, confusion, and longing you had been trying to deny.

Poe’s hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his lips warm and soft against yours. You could feel the electricity between you, the undeniable pull that had been building for days. It was intense, overwhelming, and yet somehow, it felt right.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, you stared up at him, your heart racing. "I—"

Poe pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you with a smile. "Don’t overthink it."

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. "You really are infuriating."

"And yet, here you are," Poe teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, well... you’re lucky I’m stuck with you."

Poe grinned, pulling you back into his arms. "Oh, I’m counting on it."

[gatheringfiki]

Drabble Challenge 8 - The Summary

Hello!

The Drabble Challenge is now officially closed! Thank you so much for the amazing responses over the last week and a lovely fresh crop of new drabbles!

Please feel free to use replies on the original thread to leave comments!

List of all responses under the cut:

Marks of Belonging (Fili/Kili, G Isca Verse) by @linane-art

"I made a mistake of thinking 'this can't possibly get any weirder than this'. Sorry." (Fíli/Kíli, G, ReiKíli AU) by @lazysaturdayonthebeach

"You want me quiet? Mmmmmake me." (Fíli/Kíli, M, modern au, slight dubcon maybe?) by @omegaqueencas

"On the count of three." (Fili&/Kili, G, young rascal princes) by @silvermoon-scrolls

A long-lost journal (DarkHawk, G) by @silvermoon-scrolls

Buying/renting their first property and moving in together (Fili/Kili, G, Modern AU) by @i-am-still-bb

Superpowers (Fíli/Kíli, G, a bit of angst) by @omegaqueencas

Coffee shop AU (Fili/Kili, T) by @i-am-still-bb

Blackmail (Britchell, R, implied violence) by @silvermoon-scrolls

Elmosolyodni: to slowly break out into a genuine smile when being overcome with emotions, like love or utter happiness (Fíli/Kíli, G) by @omegaqueencas

Fire (Fili/Kili, G) by @i-am-still-bb

Protective (Fíli/Kíli, T, omegaverse) by @omegaqueencas

I tried linking all of the above one by one, but TBH, it's easier to just check out the whole post thread.

Coming up next, on the 24/08 we will try to open sign-ups for a Durin's Day Gift Exchange (but we'll need a minimum of 10 people) - we'll see how it goes! Stay tuned!

~gatheringfiki

[paprikadotmp4]

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hello everyone!! i'm looking to get back into writing regularly, if any of y'all have prompts or requests i would love to write a fic and gift it to you on ao3 ♡ i'm open to batships and gen, both lighthearted and dark, etc!! feel free to be as specific or vague as you want hehehe ♡

you can reply or send me an ask or a dm, promise i'm friendly!! or ask me for my discord so we can chat more!!

thank you bbs ♡♡♡

[sunshinesteviee]

HI bb the sleepover is super cute! so how about... surprise kisses, in which your lover wasn’t prepared for it but responds immediately with steve?

hehehe just a lil somethin for u bb hope u like it !!!!

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You’d had a terrible day. It was one thing after the other all day long, and you were tired. Your small apartment was still empty when you’d arrived home, which was unusual — Steve usually got home before you — but you’d been in a rush to leave work and had practically sped home, wanting nothing more than to curl up on the couch with your boyfriend. Hopefully he’d be home soon.

Sure enough, only a few minutes later, the sound of the key in the lock caught your attention, and the door opened after a few seconds of struggle. Steve was standing in the doorway, hands full with bags from the store. The look of frustration on his face quickly morphed into one of something brighter as he spotted you inside, “Oh! You’re home!”

“I am,” you nodded, his smile contagious enough to melt some of your bad mood as you moved to get off of the couch to help him with the bags, “Got home a few minutes ago.”

Before you could actually get up, though, Steve huffed, “You don’t have to move, baby, I got it.” He kicked the front door closed behind him, stumbling a little as he set the bags down on the ground in the entryway. “See?”

Snorting, you settled back into the couch and teased him, “Oh, yeah. So graceful, Stevie.”

Shoes kicked off by the front door, Steve picked up the bags again and though you couldn’t see his face as he walked behind the couch to the kitchen, you could hear the pout in his voice, “Shut up. Went to the store to buy food to make your favorite dinner and I get repaid with sarcasm? Unbelievable.”

Your eyes widened, heart melting as you scrambled off of the couch to follow him to the kitchen, “You did?”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded as he began pulling the groceries out of their bags to put them away. “Well, and these, too,” he paused, pulling out a bouquet of brightly-colored flowers wrapped in cellophane. They’d been slightly squished in the bag, causing a small frown to tug at Steve’s lips. “Sorry they’re a bit squish—“

His sentence was cut short as you threw your arms around Steve’s neck and pressed your lips to his, crushing the flowers again as they pressed between your bodies. It only took Steve half a second to respond before he was kissing you back, his free arm winding around your waist to keep you close, hand squeezing your hip. You could feel the quiet laugh that reverberated from his chest as he murmured between kisses, “What…” His nose nudged into yours with another kiss. “…is this for?”

Placing one last kiss to his lips, you sighed and pressed your nose into the crook of Steve’s neck, fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck. Your voice came out muffled against his skin, “Just… love you.”

Steve shifted enough to maneuver the flowers out from between the two of you and place them on the counter next to you before pulling you back into a tight hug, “I love you, too, sweetheart.“

When you pulled back from his embrace, a few tears shining in your eyes, Steve brushed a hand over your hairline and planted a kiss to your forehead, “Everything okay?”

You nodded immediately, leaning up on your toes to peck the corner of his mouth, “Mhm. Just been a long day and I’m thankful for you. And these pretty flowers.”

“Pretty flowers for my pretty baby,” Steve replied, a cheesy grin lighting up his face.

Pressing the flowers to your nose, you took a deep breath in and then glanced up at Steve. He was sure your eyes were sparkling as you said, “Not as pretty as you, Stevie. I’ll put these in some water and then we’ll start dinner, yeah?”

join my valentines day sleepover!!!

[elite-amarys]

//ooc hey lads! I genuinely really appreciate all the asks and pelipper gifts, like really and truly. But I'm getting a lot of pelipper mail that is pretty much the same, and I'm worried that reading Amarys say "wow thanks for the jewelry." Is going to get old fast.

Again, don't wanna discourage y'all, but if I don't answer your ask that's why! I will say that, as someone who has played mostly non canon characters before this, they seem to get wayyyyy less attention than canon characters. Go send some of these gifts and attention to @blueberry-blastoise @boo-berry-gremlin @bee-bee-kyuu @mira-annabelles-poke-kitchen @skyfire-the-pokemon-biologist , who are just some super fun non-canon characters I know of! Other non-canon characters feel free to reblog this, so that these lovely anons can also find y'all in the notes if they want.

You are all very sweet I am sorry I cannot reply to every single ask 😘

As an addendum, if you sent me a nice juicy lore ask about BB Academy or Amarys' team and I haven't responded, it's because I am waiting until I have the spoons to do a GOOD reply. Love those juicy asks, those aren't going anywhere.

[superfanficnatural]

The Son: Chapter 23

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: Ahhhhhh I’m getting so excited as we’re getting closer and closer to the finale!! I really hope the story has been interesting for you guys so far. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, some slight others probably

Word Count: 5,998

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

“What? How?” Poe asked, the news of Chewie being alive reigniting him.

“He’s alive! He must’ve been on a different transport,” Rey exclaimed, her hopeful eyes turning back towards you.

“We gotta go get him,” Finn rushed.

“Your friend’s on that sky trash?” Zorii asked Poe.

“I guess he is!”

“Might I introduce myself!” C3PO suddenly turned back on and sat up in the chair. “I am C3PO, human-cyborg relations. And you are?”

Poe pointed at the droid while looking at you all, “Ok, that’s gonna be a problem.”

“Hello. I Babu Frik,” the small creature behind the droid spoke.

“Why, hello!” 3PO excitedly replied.

“Introductions later, let’s move,” you called out, everyone beginning to grab their things and prepare to leave. 

With a confused 3PO, your group managed to leave the building you were all in and began running back in the direction of the ship. 

“Threepio, move your metal ass. We’re almost there,” Poe yelled over the falling snow in the night.

As everyone ran along the side of one of the buildings, the droid responded, “How dare you! We’ve only just met!”

As you moved forward, Zorii stopped Poe, “Poe. Might get you on the capital ship. Go help your friend.”

She had raised up the medallion she showed earlier and Poe returned her look with surprise, “Zorii, I don’t think I can take this.”

She has a good heart.

“I don’t care what you think,” she grabbed his hand and placed the medallion in his palm.

“Thank you, Zorii,” you thanked.

“We have to go. Now,” Rey spoke from ahead with Finn next to her as a TIE fighter had landed nearby.

“Good luck,” Zorii said to you and Poe.

With a look of determination and a nod, you split from Zorii and came up to Finn and Rey to continue traveling. After a short while struggling to get past the extremely high security and through the town, you arrived at the ship and rushed to take off, aiming towards the destroyer, towards Chewie. As the ship began to fly towards Ren’s larger one, Poe popped open a compartment on the console and placed the medallion in the spot that had opened. After doing so, the main monitor came up with information, including access and transfer codes. 

“Medallion’s good,” Poe confirmed. “Clear for entrance into hangar 12.”

“Hang on, Chewie. We’re coming,” Rey whispered hopefully out the front window. 

“Whoever this Chewie person is, this is madness!” C3PO chirped from behind.

The ship entered one of the hangers of the destroyer and landed, your group preparing yourselves and weaponry to infiltrate the ship and save Chewie. As the cargo ramp lowered, a pair of guards came up to greet you, standard protocol. Unfortunately for them, they were about to meet you.

“Credentials and manifes-” one of the troopers words were cut short as they were both hit in the chest by direct laser bolts, flying back in smoke.

Shots began to fly out towards your ship from a few directions while you, Rey, Finn, Poe, and BB-8 pushed out to establish a front. You ignited your blades, intending to block and deflect laser bolts back but found the way you held your lightsaber to be slightly strange. Waving your saber as you blocked, you nearly missed a few, your forms also feeling like they were off. Your connection to the force was still in shambles, and every time you tried to connect once again your head would begin to pound or literal pain would course through you. Eventually, you deactivated your sabers and opted to grab one of the fallen blasters on the ground to begin firing back. You didn’t prefer to use blasters but you were still trained in them as it was a basic weapon. Luckily, the hangar wasn’t too occupied as your crew made short work of the troopers, the room going silent as the last one fell. 

“You three, stay there!” Rey called back at the droids now all waiting at the edge of the cargo ramp.

“Happily!” the golden droid responded.

“Hold on to these for me,” you tossed your sabers at him, knowing it would be kept in the ship until you were ready to use them again.

“Which way?” Poe directed at Finn, the former stormtrooper with the most knowledge on the layout possible.

“Uh, no idea. Follow me,” he began to move towards one of the main doors as your group followed.

After getting deeper into the ship and into one of the hallways, your group began to hear a group of troopers begin to walk into your direction. Deciding against fighting the entire ship and everyone on it, your group hid alongside the metallic cavities on the walls, allowing the group of soldiers to walk past unnoticed. Finn took the lead as the remaining three of you stayed silent and vigilant, weapons pointed down the multiple hallways leading in different directions. 

You had just followed Finn past a central point into another hallway when two troopers jumped out in front of you with their weapons raised, “Drop your weapons!”

Rey stepped forward quickly and waved her hand, “It’s ok that we’re here.”

She was using the Jedi mind trick on them to make them more susceptible to suggestion, their weapons lowering as they shook their heads slightly. 

“It’s ok that you’re here.”

“It’s good,” the two troopers mimic’d. 

“You’re relieved that we’re here,” Rey took it a step further.

“Thank goodness you’re here,” their weapons had been completely sagged by their sides now.

“Does she do that to us?” Poe whispered.

“No, but who’s to say I haven’t?” you feigned mischievousness. 

Poe’s eyes turned to yours with fear.

“We’re looking for a prisoner and his belongings.”

The troopers explained in detail how to get to where Chewie was and where his things were being held before Rey instructed them to return to their posts. Rushing through the ship with a renewed sense of energy, knowing where Chewie was, you reached an area close to him.

“The cameras,” Rey called out.

As you pushed through, you began to shoot out the cameras on the corners of the wall, knowing that when they eventually do find you, taking out their eyes would benefit you.

“Chewie’s just through here,” Finn came up to a panel next to a sealed door.

After tinkering with it slightly, the door opened and you rushed in, weapons pointed at every possible location a trooper could be waiting at. After realizing there was no trooper to be found, you turned around to see Rey walking off.

“Rey, come on,” Finn called back.

“The dagger is on this ship, we need it,” she muttered back, not turning around.

Poe walked up to her, “Why?”

“A feeling. I’ll meet you back at the hangar,” she was beginning to turn to rush off.

“Rey, if you run into Kylo, I’m not in a position to help you right now,” you worriedly explained.

“I’ll be fine, get Chewie out,” she said with what felt like certainty.

With a sigh, you begrudgingly let her go, cursing your current inability. 

“Rey, you can’t just-” Finn began.

Poe grabbed his arm to stop him, meeting his eyes with seriousness, “Chewie.”

Finn nodded back and the three of you moved down the newly opened hallway towards Chewie.

“Wait till Leia hears about this,” you muttered as you moved along.

“I don’t even wanna think about that right now,” Poe replied back.

Eventually, you came up to the door the troopers said Chewie was in and as you came closer, it flew open, the three of you rushing past to see Chewie with his hands bound in the back of the room. Sighs of relief filled everyone's ears at the reunification of a friend thought gone.

Chewie vocalized as you rushed forward to release his hands, leading Poe to grab him by the shoulders, “Of course we came for you, Chewie.”

“We don’t leave anyone behind,” you smiled as you managed to get the cuffs off of him.

He growled again and Finn explained, “Yeah, Rey’s here. She’s gonna get the dagger.”

After helping Chewbacca to his feet, your now group of four rushed back the way that you came, Finn once again taking the lead, “The ship’s this way. Follow me.”

Turning a corner, “Over here!” 

A stormtrooper just up ahead where you were heading called out and began to fire at you, Finn firing right back as he backed up and proceeded to shoot out the door console, “Wrong way!”

The rest of you ducked behind cover as the rest of the troopers ahead were firing down at you, the door soon shutting closed.

Turning around and heading behind you instead, Poe took the lead, “There’s not really a right way, is there?”

Unfortunately for you, the next corner intersection behind you that Poe had just came up to was also beginning to get riddled with laser blasts. Poe had slammed his back up against the corner just behind the frame of the hallway as you came up to the opposite side, meeting eyes. With a shared look to exchange intentions, he nodded and the two of you popped out, beginning to fire in the two directions the hallway split into, covering both directions. There were about two troopers on your side you managed to take out quickly. The first shot you hit was a lucky reflex before you followed up and shot the other, Finn popping out on Poe’s side to assist him with the troopers there, your group clearing out the way. You turned and followed down the direction Poe was aiming at, now towards the back of the group as Finn and Poe rushed down as soon as they cleared it. As Poe ran down the hallway, he bent down and grabbed one of the fallen troopers’ blasters, sliding it across the waxed floor towards Chewie who picked it up and turned around, shooting another pair of troopers who had come up behind your group. The entire ship seemed to be on high alert for your group now as you barely made it down the stretch of the hallway before you ran into more troopers waiting for you and blasting at your group. With haste and vigor, your group pressed on, running through and shooting back at the troopers. The hallway was luckily quite wide so your group through a series of evadeful motions managed to avoid the enemy fire and carve a path through the winding hallways back towards your ship.

“We close?” Poe asked after curving through another dead end. 

“Straight ahead,” Finn answered.

Though just as you passed through, the next door led to a much more open room, Poe running in first and getting struck by a laser bolt!

“Poe!” you nearly screamed.

With worry and anger, you rushed into the room and noticed the trooper who shot him in the corner, your weapon raising to meet his armor and your finger squeezing the trigger. 

After doing so, you tossed your weapon to the side and fell down to check on Poe, “Are you ok?”

You turned him over to see him holding his left arm tightly, blood seeping through his shirt. A nervous spike ran through you at seeing him hurt but you were thankful it was mostly a flesh wound.

He raised his head as the sound of boots echoed through the room, “Nope.”

You also raised your head to be met with a squadron of troopers, on every side closing in with their weapons hot, “You there! Hands up! Drop your weapons now!”

“Drop them!”

“Drop them now!”

The troopers surrounded you and with a defeated sigh, Finn and Chewie dropped their blasters. 

“Hey fellas,” Poe rasped from the floor.

“Shut up, scum,” a trooper responded, prompting a small laugh from Chewie.

You were all brought to your feet and had your hands bound, the troopers taking your weapons off of you. Once that was done, they began to escort you through the ship until you eventually came across their General.

“Allegiant General, the scavenger is not with them,” one of the troopers who escorted you explained.

The man was in a full black colored suit that had its lapels extended on one side to pull over and rest on the other half. He had fully grayed out hair cut shortly and skin that was beginning to sag. It seemed he was with the First Order for a long time.

“Take them away, exterminate them. Especially him,” he gave a look towards you which made your eyebrow crease. 

You assumed he held extra hatred towards you as a “Jedi” which is why he did so but felt a personal touch in his tone, looking over to meet eyes with Poe. You didn’t have your sabers on you which you were really beginning to regret neither access to the force thanks to whatever you were hit with. Is this where I die? Where I lose Poe? I never thought it would be so soon... 

The same troopers who cuffed you dragged you back through the ship once they received their orders and lined you all up in a room, facing the wall while they lined up behind you with their weapons.

You looked over at Poe, “I love you.”

He returned your gaze with loving eyes, “I love you too.”

The troopers' weapons raised and you heard their power cells come online, “Actually. I’d like to do this myself.”

With the small amount of time bought back, Poe turned to Finn, “What were you gonna tell Rey before?”

“You still on that?” Finn gritted out, still facing the wall.

Poe’s head completely snapped towards him at that, “Oh, I’m sorry, is this a bad time?”

“He obviously was going to tell her he loved her,” you rolled your eyes with a sigh, preparing for the firing squad behind you.

“That he what?” Poe exclaimed.

“Why would- that’s not,” Finn was flustered. “This isn’t the time.”

“Well, later doesn’t really seem like an option, now does it?” Poe returned. “If you’re gonna get something off your chest, maybe now’s not the worst time to-”

He was cut short by the sounds of blaster fire and all of you tightly shut your eyes in anticipation of what was to come. Though after a few short moments, you slowly opened your eyes to find yourself completely unharmed. 

Turning around hesitantly, you were faced with one of the higher ranking soldiers that had spoken before about ‘doing it himself’ holding a blaster, the other three storm troopers blasted on the floor.

“I’m the spy,” the ginger haired man announced.

“What?” Poe shouted in surprise.

“You?” Finn shouted, equally surprised.

“We don’t have much time,” he replied.

“I knew it,” Poe pointed at him, hands still bound together.

“No, you did not,” Finn finished.

You were about to ask who in the galaxy he was before you finally recognized him. You had never seen him in person before but you knew that Poe had run into him before, General Hugs... or was it Hux? You couldn’t quite put it together until you saw his hair, also cut short and finely done up, though raring ginger. 

You followed Hux after he uncuffed you all and gave you back your weapons as he led you back through the hallways where you eventually ran into BB-8, C3PO, and the new small droid coming up from the other end of the hallway. 

3PO was completely fitted with Chewie’s belt, crossbow, bag, and Rey’s staff, “Ah yes, there they are!”

“BB-8! Come on!” Poe called out as Hux came up to a door where your groups met, pressing a button on the console to open the door.

“I’ll shut down the impeders. You’ve got seconds,” Hux explained as Chewie walked out onto the railing.

“There she is,” Poe muttered, looking out below from the window pane of the hallway. “She’s a survivor.”

You peaked out and looked below to see the one and only, Millennium Falcon sitting in the hangar. 

You were just getting past Hux as he stopped Finn, “Wait, wait. Blast me in the arm. Quick.”

“What?”

“Or they’ll know.”

After understanding, Finn raised his pistol up and leveled with his arm... before dropping it and shooting him in the leg instead. Hux yelped in pain as his leg recoiled and he fell to the ground.

“Why are you helping us?” Finn questioned, coming forward to stand over him.

“I don’t care if you win,” Hux’s face contorted in pain and hatred. “I need Kylo Ren to lose.”

You decided that you’d heard enough and pushed forward, everyone eventually getting into the ship and helping get it started. 

As you were in the copilot seat, you called back to the droids behind you, “Where’s Rey?”

BB-8 beeped back to say she was back at Ochi’s ship where she had given them Chewie’s things, also mentioning that Kylo’s ship had arrived in the very same hangar. 

A rush of anxiety ran through your gut as you flicked another switch, the engine coming online, “We need to get there, fast.”

Moving efficiently with Poe’s expert help, the ship took off rather quickly and blasted out of the hangar, the city underneath the destroyer coming back into view. Though, you weren’t free quite yet, steering the ship back in a loop to come back around and aimed straight towards the hangar you had initially infiltrated in. Coming up to it, you saw Rey just on the edge of the barrier, Kylo a few paces in front of her with a squadron of troopers behind him. 

As the ship came into view, the troopers immediately began to fire at you and Poe reared you around to have the engine face the hangar, “Hold it steady!”

He flipped a switch that activated one of the supplemental engines, doing it so close to the hangar that the sudden rush of power sent a strong air current inwards to blow all of the troopers away.

“Finn, move fast!” he called out to Finn whose job it was to lower the cargo ramp and get Rey on.

Your hands strained on the steering of the ship to keep it in place as the engines roared to blast away. The cargo ramp opened parallel to the hanger so it was up to Rey to leap and reach the ramp. As the engines blew energy just past her, she turned and ran, leaping at the very edge to link hands with Finn, him pulling her inwards as she grabbed at the sides to support herself. After Finn and Rey were inside and began to close the cargo ramp, you knew it was safe to leave so you allowed the throttle that Poe had built up to be loose, sending your ship off into the atmosphere and ultimately into hyperspace; Poe had inputted the coordinates to Endor..

“I don’t know why they’re not following us, but I don’t trust it,” Poe commented.

While the ship had been started and already taken off for a while, only after reaching hyperspace were you really able to check on all of the systems, “Landing gear is out.”

“Landing gears busted? How busted?” 

“Busted, we’re not landing easy,” you informed.

“Damn it. Well, knowing this ship, we’ll be fine,” Poe hopefully spoke.

You raised an eyebrow and looked at him while you were tinkering with the console, “‘Fine’ isn’t the word I’d use for our current or most likely future state.”

He gave a tight lipped smile with a sigh through his nose at that, knowing exactly what you meant before reaching over and placing one of his hands over your own, “Hey, I’m glad we didn’t die back there.”

You stopped what you were doing and rested your other hand atop his, squeezing lightly, “Me too. I haven’t had you to myself nearly long enough.”

His teeth peeked past his lips at that, a smile forming, “Neither have I. And I plan on being crazy about you forever.”

Your smile was now fully formed as well, “Be careful what you wish for. I know what forever feels like.” You quickly realized and corrected yourself, “Well actually, I suppose I don’t any longer.”

“Whether it’s 40 years or 4 thousand, you’re who I’m spending my life with, end of story,” Poe asserted with confidence.

A raging blush came onto your cheeks, which Poe noticed, and proceeded to smile even harder, “You know what you’re doing.”

He chuckled and actually got up from his seat slightly to reach over to you and place a soft and warm kiss over your lips, “You’re even cuter when you’re flustered.”

You returned the kiss even through the burning you felt in your cheeks and when he pulled away, saw the same shit eating grin on his face, “You love that you can do this to me, don’t you?”

“More than I’ll admit,” he winked at you.

You shook your head with a smile before mimicking his actions, getting up slightly to get closer to his seat instead, “Not even the Force can compete with the connection that I have with you.”

“Stronger than even that, eh?” he tried to be playful.

You silenced him with a kiss which he let out a small moan into, “The way that I feel when I’m around you, the person I become. It’s who I always want to be. Nothing in this galaxy can compare to how extraordinary you are.”

It was Poe’s turn for a blush as he broke eye contact with you slightly and cleared his throat. His short stubble made it hard to tell but you could make out slightly pinkish tinted cheeks. 

“Seems I’m not the only one,” you chuckled with a self satisfied smile, sitting back in your chair.

“I don’t get flustered,” Poe tried to cover it up. “But,” he met your eyes once again, “for you, I can’t help it.”

The two of you shared the loving moment for a short while longer before ultimately reaching your destination. Finn, Rey, and Chewie were around the ship fixing up as many systems as they could while you and Poe piloted and eventually, you were met with a barren planet. After breaking the atmosphere, you and Poe tried as best as you could to land even though you were coming down fast with no landing gear. As expected, you crash landed against the ground but luckily managed to keep the ship from breaking apart at the seams. After the ship had settled in its crashed position, the team left to begin walking up the hill just ahead of the ship. Coming to the top, you were met with noises of waves crashing against the shore. There was a large ocean just in front of you with the remains of a previous death star sunken in. The waves were strong and high, leaving a treacherous terrain to remain.

“What... what is that?” the small droid asked.

“It’s the Death Star. A bad place from an old war,” Rey explained.

“It’s gonna take us years to find what we’re looking for,” Poe admitted, looking over the gigantic structure laying in waste. 

“Oh, dear,” 3PO uttered.

Rey had a bag in her hands which held the dagger that she had brought along. Reaching inside, she pulled it out and began to inspect it. As she was doing so, she managed to find a small part sticking out of the hilt, pulling on it to reveal a longer measure-like part. It curved inward toward the blade to create a half moon and had small cavities carved into it. After noticing the shape, she held it up in front of her while aiming it towards the sunken Death Star. You, Finn, and Poe lined up behind her to see what she was trying to do as she moved the blade along the horizon, trying to find a clue as to what it meant. As if the blade was a piece to a puzzle, eventually the strange curvature of the blade itself along with the new part Rey revealed managed to fit perfectly in tandem with the crashed parts of the ship a bit off to the right. The sharp edge of the measure-like stick pointed straight towards the inner portion of one of the pieces that managed to float and your group realized that there would be your wayfinder. 

“The wayfinders there,” Rey affirmed just as the sounds of creatures came up behind you.

“Head’s up,” Poe turned to greet whatever was coming at you.

You turned to see horse-like creatures being ridden by humans, a band of them. They came up to your group as your blasters were raised and stopped in front of you, non-threatening. 

“Rough landing,” the one in the front offered, a young black woman with beautiful curly hair.

“I’ve seen worse,” Poe returned, still aiming his gun at her.

“I’ve seen better,” she one upped him. “Are you Resistance?”

“That depends,” Poe began.

“We picked up a transmission from someone named Babu Frik,” the leader of their group spoke.

“Babu Frik? Oh, he’s one of my oldest friends!” C3PO chimed.

“He said you’d come. He said you were the last hope.”

“We have to get to that wreck,” Rey revealed. “There’s something inside there we need.”

“I can take you there by water.”

“Have you seen the water?” Finn motioned over to the crashing waves.

“Not now. Too dangerous. We can go first light tomorrow,” she offered.

“We can’t wait that long, we don’t have the time,” Rey stressed.

“Or the choice,” Poe finished.

“We have to make due with what we have. Besides, we need to repair the ship, we’re going nowhere without it,” you explained.

Poe turned back towards the group in front of you, “Do you have any spare parts?”

“Some. I’m Jannah,” the leader identified herself.

“I’m Poe, this is Y/N,” he motioned to you as he walked forward towards them, you coming along with him.

Their group gave you a few of the creatures to ride back to the ship with them, making the trip easier as they immediately got to work on repairing the ship. Luckily, they had a few members running parts from wherever their depo was that had to do with a lot of the things you had to repair. Perhaps they were knowledgeable on engineering. Though you had pulled Poe aside just as you had gotten to the ship.

“What’s wrong?” he looked at you with concern.

You sighed, “I feel like the nexus event is fast approaching, and I don’t even have my access to the force. I need to meditate. I need to get to the source of why I can’t use my power or I fear the worst.”

He huffed air through his nose, “Palpatine attacks soon. I understand. We’ll get the ship ready. You get yourself ready.”

You nodded with determination and set off into the ship towards one of the empty rooms. Soon enough, you were sitting on the floor, palms on your lap in one of the empty living spaces. The lights weren’t on but it wasn’t an issue for you as it helped you focus. Kylo had been hunting you down relentlessly, it seemed he was looking for a final showdown. On top of that, Palpatine and the Final Order will launch their attack in mere hours, hundreds of ships loaded with weaponry that could destroy thousands of planets in the galaxy. If you were to be prepared for all of that, and to finally unleash your power should it be demanded, you would need to fix your immediate problem. Assuming the most comfortable position possible, you inhaled a deep breath through your nostrils, nice and slow to really feel the air pass through each part of your body. After doing so, you breathed out through your mouth, letting the air cooly pass through and leave your body. Repeating this action over and over, you allowed your mind to fall back into the void. Leaving yourself open to the galaxy and to your inner feelings, you waited to identify what was wrong with you. Through all of this, your left saber, black as night, began to shake. The liquid anger you felt inside began to bubble to the surface, snapping clear away from your belt and coming to hover in front of you. Your eyes were still closed but you could feel its presence as you knit your brows together in strain. The emotions that washed over you sent your cells into a frenzy, beginning to levitate you off of the ground while your body shook side to side. Your shoulders and legs jolted periodically with the strength of the animosity. Your once dark vision was now painted with red, blood stains on your fingers, the tint of red from a Sith saber swinging across your vision. A surge of pain ran through you and you yelled out, all of the breath in your body being pushed out and your vision to go white. 

“You murderer. Don’t forget what you are,” a dark and evil voice penetrated your mind.

You opened your eyes to be in a dark landscape, nothing as far as the eye could see.

“How dare you beget your nature, how dare you use the LIGHT!” the same voice was significantly louder.

“Who are you?” you yelled back out into the fog. “What do you want from me?”

“To think mortality and human feelings could have possibly driven me so low,” the voice came from just behind you and you turned to see... yourself.

It was you as the son.

“My anger killed our father,” he took a step forward. “My anger killed our sister.” His frame began to grow in size and tower over you, “My anger is the entire reason for your BEING!” 

He slammed his fist down and straight into you, crushing your body into the floor and breaking the ground underneath. You fell further into the abyss and slammed against a floor much similar to the one you were on before. 

“I am more than my anger,” you coughed as you tried to get up. “I am more than you.”

He was in front of you now, back to your exact size with an evil contorted look on his face, “Do you truly believe that? After the millenia we spent together, you are now something more?”

“That’s right,” you bit back.

He smirked, “Is that why you and Poe nearly died back there? Why Rey had to pick up your slack on Kijimi? Why you’ve basically been useless the entire war?”

His words struck at you and you felt your anger rise, “That’s because of-”

“-of the device you were struck with, yes yes,” he finished your words for you. “But the device was rather simple, only a small twinge to the mind to disrupt force energy. Something like that would barely affect a Sith, nor a trained Jedi, at most last a few hours. Yet, you are still incapable. I wonder...”

You gritted your teeth as you knew his words rang true, not accepting the reality of the situation until now, “It’s because of you. You’ve ruined my entire life, and you keep getting in the way.”

He laughed, throwing his head back before returning his gaze to you with fervor, “Yes, I have. You must really hate me... Too bad you’re too weak to do anything about it.”

He thrusted out his hand and shot electricity from his fingertips, overcoming your body with electricity and sending you flying back. 

Poe’s POV

“Y/N! Rey’s gone after the wayfinder alone-” I started to say as I walked up to the room I saw Y/N go in.

Though as I opened the door, I was cut short by his floating figure, one of his sabers in front of him while electricity was firing off of his body! I flung backwards as quickly as I had opened the door and peered back inside to see Y/N’s face filled with pain, his body emitting some sort of dark light.

“She needs your help,” I grunted, not knowing if he could hear me or not. “Kylo is here.”

Your POV

You yelled in the pain from the shock and after hitting the ground, rushed to get back up. Just as you were entering a fighting position, you recalled his words. ‘You must really hate me.’ They rang so familiar in your head that you would never miss it. It was a classic line you had used to rile someone’s emotions when you were the son. 

“I’m not repeating this cycle,” you announced. “I refuse to acknowledge that hatred is the only thing that can defeat hatred.”

“The aspirations of weaker men,” the son snarled. “We had true power when you embraced me. Ever since father died, you’ve relied on his power. We don’t need it... we only need ourselves.”

You smiled at that, “You couldn’t possibly be further from the truth.”

“Your mind has truly degraded,” he dissed.

“The whole point of being alive, of having any kind of power, is for connection,” you explained. “A galaxy without connection is a world beget of life. Even the power you wield is a form of connection.”

“Silence!” he barked. 

He rushed at you and punched you in the chest, sending you back a few feet before sending a rush of dark force energy you had to dodge.

“I won’t be lectured by a weakling.”

You relaxed your body and drew in a deep breath, making eye contact with him, “I’m afraid the only weakling here is you. By severing your connections you might have gotten stronger. But by embracing the ones I have... I have grown beyond.”

He growled and let out a battle cry, rushing towards you with the intent to kill. You met his attack by dodging his fist and reaching out to grip him by the neck. You squeezed with much more strength than he anticipated as his body tensed up and he gasped for breath. 

“You see, it’s not that I have never wanted you,” you held your grip firm as you spoke. “It’s that I refuse to let you control me.”

You brought him down to his knees while his hands were wrapped around yours, trying to get your fingers off of his throat.

“I pin you down not with hatred, or with cruel intention. But with the willingness to accept you, as you accept me.”

His eyes widened at that and he looked at you which led you to release the grip you held on his throat. He sunk to the ground and held a hand up to his throat as he tried to catch his breath. While doing so, he looked confused while he contemplated your words.

“Accept me?” he whispered incredulously. “What makes you think I want that in the slightest?”

“Because we’re connected too. Your frustration and your anger, don’t forget who they came from.” He gasped and you continued, “I need you if I am to survive. But I cannot let you run wild. Why not work together?”

He looked down towards the floor as he took in your words, “I...” He raised his gaze back to you, “I accept your terms.”

Suddenly, your eyes flew open and the dark light emanating from you retracted back, lightning no longer running rampant through the room. You floated back down and stood tall, reaching forward and grabbing your saber, clipping it back to your belt with a small smile. 

“Y/N! You’re back!” Poe had ran into the hallway to see you in the room.

“Yeah, what’s-”

“Kylo found us. Rey fought him and took off with his ship. Everyone’s back but-”

“Leia,” you whispered. Tears welled up in your eyes as you sensed it. “She’s gone.”

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“This assembly of the Ruling Court is hereby now in session.” 

Yoongi sighs deeply, running his fingers through his hair once and cracking his neck to ease the tension building in the back of his head. These meetings only happen four times a year - once per season - and somehow he feels like this might be the hardest part of his whole job. 

His eyes skim over each of the kings seated here at the High Table with him, trying to gauge everyone’s moods from their body language. King Lee from the Western Dragonguard, already on his second cup of mead and clearly feeling it. King Park of the Northern Borderlands, shrouded in an air of suspicion, not that that’s anything of interest. With a nickname like the Paranoid Recluse, it’s a wonder the guy even bothers to show up to these meetings at all. 

Yoongi’s amused by his own internal monologue, the ghost of a smile crossing his exhausted features. It catches the attention of the man seated directly across from him, Yoongi meeting the eyes of King Kim and finding a subtle grin on his own face. Much closer in age to Yoongi than any of these other crabby old men, Kim (of the Southern Gardens) had treated Yoongi as an equal from the moment he’d stepped into power. The respect is mutual, and Yoongi has felt on more than one occasion that he’s only safe in these gatherings due to the presence of this unspoken ally. 

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. The air around him twists with energy in response to the physical contact, his aura shifting protectively. Wisps of black smoke peek into his peripheral vision as they swarm him, assessing the situation and deciding he’s in no danger before sinking back into his skin comfortably. 

He has no cause for worry - he knows there’s only one person in this room that would ever dare to lay a hand on him, King Kim included. As welcoming as Kim may be, Yoongi’s well aware that he’s the odd man out - the black smoke that surrounds him like a cape is only one of many markers of his bloodline. 

The hand on his shoulder squeezes once, pulling Yoongi back again. At the imperceptible nod of his head, it slides off of him, but its owner lingers close, a helicopter parent in his own way. 

Taehyung can be a bit overbearing at times, but not once since they’ve met has Yoongi made a decision with anything less than full confidence. It’s only because of this that he lets Tae drag him to these damned meetings every season - he knows his advisor would never let him get away with hiding away in his castle like he wants to. 

“The first item on the agenda is the economic state of affairs in the Southern Gardens-” 

Kim cuts off the small herald at the front of the room with a tired sigh.

“As I have insisted to the Court on numerous occasions, there is no need to question my ability to manage the Five Nations’ economic needs - I’ve only been King for ten damn years.” 

Yoongi snorts under his breath - it seems being human isn’t enough to save Kim from the suspicions of the older kings. It doesn’t matter that he’s singlehandedly lifted the economic prosperity of the Five Nations to heights they’d never seen before he’d come into power. Apparently, just being under the age of 50 is reason enough to distrust him. 

“Well, with all your partying and grand monetary gestures, it’s not unreasonable to ask how reasonable you can really be with all of our money.” 

Yoongi bites back the sigh this time - King Jung wasn’t really in the habit of staying quiet for this long, so he’d hoped that maybe the man had found some kind of inner peace since the last meeting. 

Apparently not.

Of all the bothersome men Yoongi is forced to break bread with, Jung is quite possibly the worst of all. And while he’s seen cruel men - while he’s known, far too well, what a cruel king looks like - Jung might just be the cruelest he’d ever encountered. 

From the moment Yoongi had taken the throne of the Eastern Seascapes, the Nexus had aligned itself as a direct enemy. The central-most kingdom of the Five Nations, the Nexus had been ruled by Jung Yunho since Yoongi was a kid. And he’d never heard a kind thing said about the man in his whole life. With reason, of course.

A political ally, constantly straddling the line between civility and warfare. The Ruling Court requires each of the Five Nations to remain allies for the sake of their reliance on one another. Each nation thrives in its own way, providing for the entire land in exchange for shared peace and resources. 

Naturally, the Eastern Seascapes had always been a wild card. Its borders consist of forest-lined danger, feral demons hiding in its darkness while they wait for unprepared prey to wander into the treeline. And, while the East’s history is filled with attempted conquerings, it had become clear over time that only a demon - a strong one - would be capable of ruling over that land and keeping the danger from invading the other nations. The Min family had stepped in to do the job, an unyielding powerhouse of demonic energy - just the solution the Five Nations had been looking for. 

And now, almost 100 years later, Yoongi’s stuck in this god-damned meeting, in the god-damned Nexus. 

“By ‘partying and grand monetary gestures’, did you mean my wedding, King Jung? The one that you so willingly attended and enjoyed to its full capacity? Was it in any way different from the countless balls and festivals you feel so inclined to host at a moment’s notice?” Kim’s glare cuts across the table as he speaks, daring Jung to challenge him.

Yoongi’s eyes catch the huff that Jung lets out, and he’s relatively satisfied with the way that Kim had put him in his place. Another reason to like the guy.

Jung snaps his fingers once, his servant squeaking and fumbling with the scroll in his hands.

“U-Uhm… Ah yes, onto the next item of the agenda! The annual military drafting procession and traveling party to the Eastern Seascapes. King Min, if you will…” The servant gestures weakly in Yoongi’s general direction, never meeting his eyes. Most people can’t.

Yoongi shifts in his seat, unsure what to say. He says the same thing every year - that’s why it’s called an annual military drafting. It happens every fucking year.

“His Majesty has made the appropriate preparations and has no significant updates for the Court. The draft will depart from the Nexus in two days’ time and arrive in the Eastern Seascapes in just under a week - there are 12 recruits this year, each of whom will remain in the East for the mandatory 2 years before either returning to their respective kingdoms or extending their service in the East for another term.”

The voice that rings out above Yoongi’s head is deep and even, likely surprising a few of the kings’ own servants. It’s not common to bring an advisor on these trips, so it’s a very foreign concept to the men in this room that Yoongi would have someone with him who’s also capable of speaking for him. 

It doesn’t help that Taehyung’s entirely unwavering when he addresses the Court. He leaves no room for question when he speaks, which is a trait that Yoongi both respects and at times despises. 

He’s feeling pretty grateful for it right now, especially when Jung only glares and snaps again at his servant. Time to move on to a new item of conversation.

“N-now then, onto discussing King Min’s marriage candidacy…” 

Yoongi changes his mind - he’s not feeling grateful anymore.

“I beg your pardon?” 

His own voice is foreign to him, low and raspy from underuse. He’s perfectly happy with letting Taehyung handle his affairs, but he just couldn’t contain his surprise, a dark eyebrow lifting in agreement. 

The herald’s visibly sweating now, nervous about the tendrils of black that are starting to snake around under the High Table. His voice cracks with anxiety as he elaborates. 

“I-it has come to the attention o-of the Court that His Majesty has yet to take a wife… There are concerns about His Majesty’s ruling capabilities given his inability to find a suitable partner for producing an heir-“ 

Yoongi’s stopped listening, his annoyance spiking as his eyes flick over to Jung. The man is wearing a smug grin as he leans his elbows forward on the table and addresses Yoongi.

“It’s been five years since you’ve taken the throne, young man. It’s time for you to do your kingly duties and find a woman who will give you an heir and solidify your family’s continued alliance with the Nations.”

Yoongi only stares, eyes cold as he calculates the situation. Calculates the threat lingering in the man’s words. 

“His Majesty need not take a wife in order to reassure the Court of his alliance to the Nations. Additionally, the lifespan of a demon is generally longer than that of a healthy human, meaning His Majesty should be in no rush to produce an heir-“ 

“I wasn’t talking to you, peasant.” 

Taehyung blinks at the interruption, unfazed by Jung’s attitude. It’s relatively tame, given his temper. 

“The Court, and just about anyone with eyes, knows exactly what caused the… untimely passing of this brat’s father.” Jung gestures rudely at Yoongi, who has yet to relocate his glare anywhere else. The man snarls, leaning in again. Yoongi wonders if the table will crack under his weight.

“Or should I say… we know who caused the previous king’s death.” 

When Yoongi doesn’t react to the obvious provocation, Jung sighs, throwing himself roughly back into his chair. He’s a man who prides himself on inciting anger and fear in others - Yoongi’s happy to deprive him of that satisfaction.

“We all know you killed your own father in cold blood, boy. We let you take your stolen power and contribute to the peace of these lands, but now it’s been years and we have no way of knowing if you’ll revolt or stay loyal to us. Either you take a wife and produce an heir, or we take your negligence as an act of war-“ 

“My Lord, if you would have some patience - there’s no need to jump to declarations of war. King Min has shown no malice to the Court or to the people of the Five Nations in any of his time at this High Table. If anything, he’s treated his subjects with much more kindness than his father had ever shown, and he has kept the peace by continuing the military draft and culling the rising dangers of the East.”

Yoongi’s got to admit, he’d never been openly defended by anyone other than Taehyung before. It’s shocking to see Kim jump so readily to his defense. But he can’t say he doesn’t appreciate it. He knows if he’d made these points himself, the other kings would only see him as self-preserving and desperate to argue. 

“King Jung has a point here, though. King Min is far too young and too unpredictable to be trusted - how do we know he won’t go rogue?” Lee speaks up from behind his fourth cup of mead, Park nodding along suspiciously. Yoongi feels himself growing exhausted. 

“His Majesty is perfectly capable of ruling the East without the interference of the Court - has he demonstrated in the past any evidence of anarchy-“ 

“I am tired of hearing your voice, you insolent child!“ Jung slams a heavy hand down on the table in rage when Taehyung speaks. Yoongi can feel that they are all startled, but powerful men in a politically charged meeting are nothing more than performers on a stage. None of them reveals an ounce of emotion, not even when the herald starts to cry softly in his own fear. 

Jung jabs a fat finger in Taehyung’s direction, disgust written all over his face. 

“The Kings at this table will not be addressed by a mere servant such as yourself. Your presence in this room is nothing more than decoration - do you see any of these other men interrupting this conversation?!” 

Taehyung’s eyes flit around the room at the servants hovering behind each of their respective kings. No, none of them are speaking - but none of them hold the title he does. 

“Answer me, boy.” 

Taehyung’s gaze flies once more to Jung, and he’s unable to stop the satisfaction that fills his eyes when he speaks.

“My apologies, Your Majesty, but your instructions were not very clear - I thought you were tired of hearing my voice.” 

Yoongi lets his eyes close, sighing softly. Taehyung’s always had an issue holding his tongue. 

There’s a cup flying across the room at his snarky response, a sticky arc of mead making its way through the air and onto the table with an unsatisfying splat. Taehyung only leans slightly to the left, the cup soaring past his ear and clattering to the floor behind him. 

“You will not talk back to me in my own kingdom! You’re nothing more than scum under my boot- show your king some respect!”

Taehyung watches the sole ruler of the Nexus throw a literal temper tantrum, disappointed but unsurprised. He’s considering making another comment, mostly because he’d always found it fun to taunt the cruelest king in the land, but he finds that he doesn’t have time to say anything at all.

There’s a wall of black smoke flying into his vision, circling the space in front of him viciously. He can’t even see Yoongi anymore, his king disappearing instantly under the swirling cloud. 

The air in the room whips around the High Table angrily, knocking over bottles of mead and yanking dangerously at the sheer curtains blocking the windows. The heavy double door doors to the Meeting Room, which had previously sat open, are slammed shut without warning. The men in the room all jump, performances forgotten in the wake of the Demon King. 

Yoongi’s body emerges from the swirling globe of darkness, back arched as vines of black aura - his aura - support his weight and set him down. He seems entirely detached from the actions his body takes, gaze clouded and unaware. But he’s always in control. 

The moment his feet touch the ground, the whirlwind of chaos in the room is suspended - the air stills, wisps of darkness lingering in the space around him for just a moment - and then it all comes rushing toward him at once. His body absorbs all evidence that his aura had ever been there, seemingly unburdened by the mass of energy flooding into his very soul. All that’s left are eyes that glow a deep, blood red, power humming from within his skin as his gaze locks on the one who’s shown him the deepest form of disrespect today.

Jung can only stare, jaw slack and bottom lip trembling just slightly. The High Table had never seen this display of barely contained power. 

Not even from Yoongi’s father. 

“Last I checked, My Lord, Kim Taehyung was not registered as a citizen of the Nexus. You should be more careful with your words, and you should certainly take care not to overstep where you are not welcome.” 

Yoongi leans forward, planting his hands gingerly on the table. His eyes pass over the rest of the kings, bloody gaze shaking them to their core. He sees Kim brace himself for the eye contact ahead of time, and thinks to himself that it’s really a shame that they could probably never be friends. 

It’s fine. They were never the same anyway.

“The Court would do well not to interfere with my personal life in the future. My ability to rule my country and keep peace with the Five Nations is mine and mine alone. A wife will not change this, and an heir will come when I decide to produce one. Until that day comes, I won’t hear of this conversation again.”

He rises, turning his back and heading for the door, but not before pausing for one last comment, his eyes dark and black once more as they make contact one by one with each of the remaining four kings.

“The military draft was designed by the kings of Nations’ past with the purpose of training soldiers for combat by throwing them into the worst possible human condition. The fact that the soldiers who actually make it out of my training alive would be capable of defending each of your kingdoms against man and demon alike is knowledge that’s invaluable to you.”

He hones in now on Jung, the threat clear in his words.

“So I sincerely advise you to think hard before starting a war with me.” 

–

“You just love risking your life for a little drama, don’t you?”

Y/n jumps, turning over her shoulder in the direction of the voice. She normally would have noticed him coming down the corridor - his footsteps feel like second nature to her now - but she’d been too invested in what’s going on in the Meeting Room, just around the corner.

“You missed so much! Where have you been?” 

Hoseok sighs, shaking his head fondly at her.

“I was hoping you’d stay out of trouble, but obviously you still need my help with that.” 

She smiles, waving him toward her and returning to her place in the corridor. There’s a tingling in her fingers and toes, like they’re starting to go numb. It’s a familiar feeling, one that also sits deep in her stomach. It’s the only telltale sign she has to know that her Gift is activated.

That, and the fact that when she turns back to Hoseok, she can tell he hasn’t moved toward her. He hadn’t seen her beckon him to her, which means he can’t see her at all. Her Gift must be getting stronger if he’s starting to struggle seeing more than her presence sometimes.

“You plan on standing in the middle of the corridor like that until the Ruling Court meeting is over?” 

Hoseok starts at the mention of the seasonal gathering, moving toward her voice. When he bumps into her, he lowers himself to her height, peeking around the corner with her.

“You know I look really stupid like this, right? If we get caught, it’s going to look like I’m just sneaking around by myself when I don’t have to.” 

Y/n snorts under her breath as she tries to refocus her hearing toward the open doors of the Meeting Room.

“That makes one of us.” 

Hoseok winces, choosing to ignore the comment in favor of eavesdropping. 

“…ssing King Min’s marriage candidacy-”

“I beg your pardon?”

Both Y/n and Hoseok gasp and lean forward, not unlike a couple of gossiping schoolgirls.

“They want the Demon King to get married?!” Y/n manages to remember to whisper in her excitement, Hoseok letting out a breath of disbelief.

“May the Gods pity whatever poor girl has to marry that guy.”

Y/n turns to Hoseok’s voice, interest piqued.

“I mean, is he hot?” 

He shoots her an incredulous glance.

“The Court wants to force some random girl to marry the literal king of demons and produce an heir with him, and you want to know if he’s hot?” 

There’s a moment of silence, one where Y/n doesn’t say a word, and Hoseok has his answer. He sighs, nodding.

“… I’d say he’s an 8. Probably a 9 if he’d just learn to smile.” 

Y/n grins widely, pleased with his response.

“Then I’m sure he’ll have no problem… reproducing.” She snickers when Hoseok shoves her, a noise of disgust leaving him. 

He’s about to make a comment about how crude she is, but there’s a heavy slam of a hand on wood and the voice of Jung Yunho flowing out into the hall.

“I am tired of hearing your voice, you insolent child!” 

They both jump, all too familiar with their father’s temper. It fills them with equal amounts of anxiety, and all Hoseok can do is reach for his sister’s hand, squeezing hard when he finds it.

“I hope he’s not talking to the Demon King like that - that dude could probably rip Father apart if he wanted to.” Y/n pauses after saying that, letting the idea sink in. “Hm. Maybe that’s for the best.” 

Hoseok snorts, shaking his head at her commentary.

“Oh, how I wish that was a joke.” 

Y/n turns to Hoseok, asking the question that’s been on her mind for weeks now - months, if she’s honest.

“Are you still going to join the draft?”

He doesn’t respond, the sound of his breathing even as he considers her question. She continues, suddenly feeling more anxious than before.

“Once Father realizes you’ve left without telling him… You’ll never know peace in this castle when you return, Hobi-”

“You say that like I’ve ever known peace to begin with. That man’s wanted me dead since the moment we were born.” His voice is tense, like this has been sitting in his mind for as long as he can remember. “The only thing I’m worried about is you. I feel like I’m the only person keeping him from-”

“If he wants to kill me, he’ll have to find me first.” Y/n nudges him gently, hoping to make him laugh. “I’ve been told I’m good at hiding.” 

A bark of laughter leaves him, and he’s quick to cover his mouth with a hand. The sound warms her heart. She’s not sure what she’s going to do without him. She would never tell him, but once he’s gone… She’s not really sure what will happen to her-

The double doors to the Meeting Room slam shut suddenly, the force of it so intense that a gust of wind is sent down both ends of the corridor. Y/n can’t help the scream that leaves her, the tingling feeling leaving her body as her control over her Gift comes crashing down, leaving her visible and vulnerable. 

Hoseok’s quick to rip his cloak off his shoulders and throw it over her, acting fast despite feeling just as startled. The feeling of warm fabric covering her head and obscuring her face brings Y/n to the realization that Hoseok can see her again, and she’s fast to fix it. 

Willing her body to hide her from the world, she feels those pins and needles poking at her fingertips, spreading quickly to the rest of her body and swirling calmly in her tummy. When Hoseok slides the cloak off of her, she knows she’s safe. 

“You need to get better reaction control over that - if someone sees you-”

“I know what will happen if someone sees me, Hobi - You tell me every day.”

Hoseok flinches at the hissed response, forcing himself not to overthink it. She’s not upset with him, she’s upset with the situation and frustrated that she got flustered and let her Gift come down-

At least, that’s what he’s been telling himself to avoid the guilt that gnaws at him every night. It’s gotten him this far.

After a moment of deep breaths, Y/n reaches for Hoseok, curling her fingers around his sleeve when she finds it, her small tug full of apology. He feels strangely comforted by the knowledge that they both think about their situation more than they’d ever admit.

“Let’s just go see what’s going on - I can’t hear through those doors.” 

Hoseok hums in agreement, letting her lead him around the corner and toward the Meeting Room. 

The corridor unfolds in front of her in billowing clouds, wisps of architecture coming to her senses until she can make out where everything is. Her map of a space isn’t always correct, but she’s lived in and snuck around these halls long enough to generally know who or what might be in her path. There’s no one here but them.

Hoseok’s noticing the same. There would normally be guards stationed out here, but they must have reacted to something going on inside, because he can feel that the two men are standing just past the entryway.

He and Y/n stand at the doors, ears close to the wood in order to hear past it. There’s a muffled voice traveling through large keyhole, and Y/n crouches to press her ear to it.

“…ning alive would be capable of defending each of your kingdoms against man and demon alike is invaluable to you.”

Y/n waves a hand behind her until she catches Hoseok’s leg, never moving from her place. He grumbles at the contact.

“You don’t have to smack me, I can hear them, too.”

“…think hard before starting a war with me.” 

Y/n gasps, smacking Hoseok’s leg several more times. He simply lets it happen.

“Father’s threatening to start a war! With the Demon King!”

For a moment, Hoseok wonders if they really both are 24 years old, or if maybe he’s actually the older brother. Unfortunately, all he can boast about is a few measly minutes of authority over her-

There’s a harsh tug in the back of his brain, one that pulls his attention into the room and zeroes in on two pairs of shoes heading quietly toward the door.

He hisses under his breath, reaching down and grabbing Y/n by the shoulders. She makes a noise of discontent, but he’s already yanking her to her feet and pushing her forward and away from the door. She stumbles over to the wall and shrinks into the shadows there.

“Someone’s coming-”

The doors are pulled open by each of the guards, just in time for Hoseok to spin around and step away from the wall, fully aware that he needs to look like he hasn’t been hovering outside this whole time.

Min Yoongi is stepping out of the room and heading down the corridor, shoulders tense as a hooded man follows behind, whispering quietly to him. Hoseok watches as the king only shakes his head once, muttering “Your mouth is going to get you killed one day-”

And then the cloaked man is glancing over his shoulder, alerted to the fact that they’re not alone. Hoseok has no idea how he could have been noticed when he hasn’t made a sound.

The man stops short, turning fully toward Hoseok and lowering his hood. Hoseok sees then that he’s faced with Kim Taehyung, the king’s Royal Advisor. 

Somehow, he’d have preferred meeting the eyes of the Demon King himself.

“Prince Jung, what a lovely surprise.”

Taehyung bows low, lowering his gaze in respect. Yoongi turns at the realization that Tae’s no longer behind him, and he sees that Jung’s only son is standing before him - the heir to the Nexus.

Yoongi steps up just as Tae is lifting from his bow.

“Prince Jung. I believe we’ve only met in passing.”

Hoseok feels the king’s gaze pierce right to his soul, a strand of fear running deep down his spine. It’s not the same kind of anxiety he feels around his father, but the blood red rubies embedded in the Demon King’s crown are reminding him of his own mortality in ways his father never has.

He bends at the waist, setting a foot behind him and a hand on his chest as he bows deeply, years of training in royal manners kickstarting to get him through this conversation. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Y/n curtsying low as well, and he thinks briefly that maybe she doesn’t remember that she’s invisible. 

But he would never say it to her - he would never take this moment of normalcy away from her. One where everyone knows who she is. 

Princess Jung Y/n, the Second Heir to the Nexus.

“My Lord. It’s an honor to officially make your acquaintance.” Hoseok stands tall as he addresses the king, eyes nervous but unwavering from the shorter man. He refuses to crack, even with wisps of demon energy floating around the stone floor, searching for something - someone - to latch onto.

Yoongi’s impressed by the show of bravery.

“You’ll have to forgive me, my Lord-” Taehyung cuts easily through the tension, a charming smile tugging at his lips. His gaze is warm and light, running over the prince’s features kindly. 

Hoseok has never felt more unsafe.

“- It seems I’ve put your father in a rather… sour mood. Hopefully, I haven’t ruined the day yet.”

Hoseok feels the smile stretch over his lips, polite but ingenuine.

“Oh, that yelling I heard on my way over? It’s of no concern, Sir Kim. Nothing out of the ordinary for a Friday morning.”

Taehyung’s left eyebrow quirks with interest, and Hoseok has to force himself to remain neutral. How the hell had this guy managed to pull a joke like that out of him?

Swallowing hard, Hoseok cuts his gaze back to the King, an otherwise silent observer of their interaction. But he finds that Yoongi’s not paying attention to their painfully awkward encounter.

His gaze is hardened with caution, eyes trained on a spot just over Hoseok’s shoulder.

It happens to be the same spot where Hoseok knows Y/n is standing, the warmth of her presence pressing into his back like a reminder of what he’d be leaving behind soon enough.

His heart thumps hard in his chest at the thought that Yoongi can see her, that lingering strand of fear tightening in a coil around his spine. He watches with growing horror as his own quickening pulse draws Yoongi’s attention back to him, the Demon King’s eyes flitting to the spot over Hoseok’s heart before moving up to meet his terrified gaze.

Yoongi’s expression evens out when he sees how he’s affecting the Crown Prince. He thought he’d seen a glimpse of something different about Jung Hoseok, something of interest. But he can see now that the prince is no different from anyone else.

Disappointing, to say the least.

“It was nice to officially meet you, Prince Jung. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other sometime in the future.” Yoongi doesn’t even bother with a goodbye, turning on his heel and starting back toward the room he and Taehyung had been assigned for their stay. He can hear his advisor making pleasantries before taking his own leave.

“What an honor to see you again, my Lord. The East looks forward to your arrival next week.”

Yoongi stops short at the end of the corridor, just as Taehyung’s quiet footsteps pick up their pace in his direction.

What the hell did he just say?

–

“Y/n, please promise me that you will stay out of trouble while I’m gone. Please.”

Y/n can feel her brother’s hands trembling against her skin as he grips her shoulders. She can’t tell if he’s more scared for her or for himself. She supposes it’s all the same.

“I promise, Hoseok. You won’t have to worry about me here, I swear it.” And she does, she does swear it. Because she doesn’t plan on staying here at all.

After eavesdropping on the council meeting two days ago, she’d been thinking quite hard about what she and her brother had discovered. That her father is threatening war if the Demon King doesn’t find a wife soon.

Maybe it’s not her best idea. But that’s exactly why she hasn’t said a word to Hoseok. He would have no qualms about tying her to the desk chair in her room if he knew what she was planning.

Hoseok breathes out a deep sigh, staring out the window in her room at the moon hanging low over them. There’s so much racing through his mind right now. How will his father react when he realizes Hoseok is gone? Will he send a troop for him, a public display of concern for his son? Or will it be a single assassin, the chance to finally dispose of his only son so tempting? Will he take it out on Y/n, like he’s done so often in the past? Should Hoseok even go anymore?

He has no idea what the fuck he’s doing. But if joining the draft is the best way to guarantee he’d even survive another two years, and that he’d return to the Nexus with the battle training to finally take down his father… How could he pass up the opportunity?

Hoseok’s eyes trace out his sister’s features once more, the thought that he’d never see her again plaguing every drop of hope in his body right now. He feels like he needs to burn her into his memory… just in case-

“Hobi…” 

His attention snaps to her eyes, unseeing yet so aware of him. So aware of every thought that crosses his mind, every feeling that fills his blood.

“Do you trust me?”

Hoseok flinches at the question - of course he trusts her. She’s the only person in the whole world that he trusts. But she’s not really asking if he can confide in her.

She’s asking if he believes in her.

If he’s honest… he’s never given either of them the chance to find out the answer to that question. He’d spent his whole life at her side, keeping her safe. This is the first time they’d ever be apart.

He hates himself for sheltering her like that. Hates that he’d never let him himself just trust her.

Hates that this is all coming into the light now, when they’re about to say goodbye for the first time in their lives. When they might never see each other again.

So he draws up every ounce of courage that he has - even more than it had taken for him to pick up a pen and sign his life away on that stupid Draft form - and breathes as much of the truth as he can into his response. Because he’s never been able to lie to her, and he’s not about to start now.

“I trust you.”

–

Y/n listens to Hoseok’s fading footsteps, maps them onto the image that she’s created of the corridor in front of her room. In this secluded corner of the palace, there’s no concern that anyone would catch them together. No one had ever bothered to come near her room, save for the servant designated to bring her meals.

She can see in those quiet footsteps that Hoseok is sticking to the shadows, a fugitive in his own home. He’ll escape from the castle walls, just before 4am, and join the draft’s traveling party as it’s preparing to leave. And then he’ll be free.

She doesn’t blame him - she could never blame him. Not when he scolds her for slipping out of her room, against their father’s direct orders. Not when he has to pretend she doesn’t exist in front of others, even when she’s hovering invisibly at his side. 

Not when he’d hesitated just a moment ago to tell her he trusted her, because they both know that he’d been trying to convince himself that he does.

They’d both been dealt the shittiest of hands in life, and they were both trying to make the best of it. If the best of it is the simple goal of staying alive despite their father’s every intention, then so be it. If Hoseok needed to flee his own kingdom by moonlight in order to give himself a chance at that goal, then so be it.

But she’d be damned if the next he hears of her is through raven-sent news of her untimely death. He’s going to be impossibly angry with her when he discovers her plan - he might never forgive her. But once their father realizes he’s missing - that he’s defected to the Draft - she’d be even more unsafe than she’d ever been. She’d been dead within the week.

That’s why she lets that familiar pins-and-needles feeling envelop her body, why she kicks her shoes off into her room and closes the door softly behind her, bare feet padding gently after her brother before she loses his footsteps. Why she stops short but never gives in to the guilt crushing her heart when Hoseok pauses just outside the castle walls and turns back, likely confused as to why he can still feel her presence all the way out here. Why she tightens her muscles and wills herself to fade from his radar, only releasing the breath caught in her throat when she hears him start up again, making his way into the forest and through the trees until he reaches the clearing not too far ahead.

She almost loses him at one point. She’d never been this far outside the walls, and she has no idea what the landscape around her should look like. She can only use his footsteps to guide her, the quiet pulses of his energy leaking into the earth and bouncing off of nearby trees, illuminating her path in a quickly fading record of her brother’s every move.

Then the treeline relents, and she’s soon surrounded by open nothingness. Hoseok’s footsteps bounce off of nothing here, swallowed by the grass and removing him from her senses faster than she’s ready for. It’s only the distant chatter and shifting in front of her that tells her she’s made it to the clearing.

There are men loading resources and bags into a wagon, if she’s making the bulky shape out in front of her correctly. The echoes of the voices in the air bounce off of the white, tarped carriage, enough that she’s able to make its structure out with a decent degree of accuracy. 

Now to figure out where to hide for the journey to the East… 

She loses Hoseok, his voice melting into others around him as he joins the party. She takes a hesitant step forward, hears the horse driver calling out to the group that they’d better settle into the wagon in the next few moments, or he’d leave them behind. 

How is she supposed to go unnoticed in a wagon full of people?

Thinking quickly, she makes a wide arc around the wagon, ears ringing as she listens for any movement in her immediate area. She counts the sets of feet climbing into the carriage as she moves quietly to the front.

10… 11… 12… and the driver-

The man is approaching the open front of the wagon on the other side, so she scuttles toward the passenger seat, satisfied that the drafted men are all seated in the back. She can even hear some of them awkwardly addressing her brother, can hear Hoseok laughing uncomfortably as he tells them to just treat him like any other man, that they’ll be together for 2 years and he has no interest in being treated like a prince.

She has to time this correctly - the wagon seems rickety, like any movement would be impossible not to notice. Her hands and feet are in pain, the tingling of her Gift stinging her every move. But she can’t give up now - she’s so close.

When she hears the driver lift a foot off the grass - the most miniscule of sounds under the deep chatter happening in the back - she raises her own, mirroring the man’s every move down to the moment he lifts his weight off of the ground and throws it carelessly into his well-worn seat. If he notices the counterbalancing of her own weight on the other side, he doesn’t pay it a bit of attention.

She’d made it.

–

“You better fucking hope Jung’s spawn doesn’t cause trouble in the next two years.” Yoongi’s low growl sounds foreign even to himself - being angry with Taehyung is new for him.

But he can’t help it. All week he’d been on edge, snapping at his advisor over the smallest things. He knows that Taehyung hadn’t technically done anything wrong by not giving him the roster for this year’s Draft cohort. He’d never done it in the past, and things had gone fine.

This year is different, though. Ever since the assembly and Jung’s thinly veiled threats, Yoongi had tightened security on his own kingdom, done a personal evaluation of all staff within his walls, and -

“You know, taking your anger out on me every time we meet hasn’t made for very productive planning sessions.”

-apparently let his rage overwhelm him any time his objectively innocent advisor had stepped foot in his throne room.

“You didn’t tell me Jung Hoseok was part of the Draft. Don’t you think that information would have been important to know, even before that stupid fucking assembly meeting?”

He can see Tae shrug noncommittally beside him. 

“What I didn’t think was that you wouldn’t trust me to handle it, but I see we’re both learning new things about each other this week.”

Yoongi’s aura whips out angrily around him, coming dangerously close to his advisor’s face.

“Kim Taehyung, I swear to you-”

“Look alive, My Lord - they’re coming.”

Yoongi’s tempted to let his aura make contact this time, but he tucks Taehyung’s attitude into the back of his mind for later. He may not be the most pleasant of kings to pass through the Five Nations, but he’s not cruel, and he’s not violent. He’s not his father.

There’s a familiar wagon passing through the gates now, unharmed by the forest on its journey. Every year, on this exact date, Yoongi sends only his best to keep the demons in the forest under control for the time it takes to drop off the Draft. There hadn’t been a single year since he’d taken the throne that a trainee had been harmed or killed before entering the gates of his kingdom. Not that the same could be said for his father’s reign.

“Let’s call it… their first test. If they can’t make it to the gates alive, they’re not even worth training.”

Yoongi shakes his head quickly, squashing the nightmare of that malicious grin. Taehyung shifts protectively beside him, anyway - of course he’d noticed. 

But although his advisor raises a hand, prepared to lay it on Yoongi’s shoulder and ease his king of his emotional burdens, Taehyung pauses. Lowers his arm. Stands tall and tucks his hands into his sleeves in front of him.

It almost makes Yoongi feel bad for building a wall between them this week.

Before he can think on it, though, Tae is nodding toward the wagon of trainees unloading their belongings to the cobblestone ground in the courtyard of the Eastern Seascapes. Yoongi watches them each turn slowly, taking in the castle in their own time. Watches their mixed expressions of fear and awe, none of them ever having glimpsed the palace lying deep in the forest and at the edge of the world. Watches as they each come to recognize the king and his advisor, statues waiting for them at the top of stairs.

One by one, they scramble forward toward Yoongi, stopping at the base of the steps and taking a knee, bowing to Yoongi almost obnoxiously. Taehyung mumbles in his ear the whole time, stating the names and families of each of these trainees. He stops talking when Jung Hoseok approaches and models after his new brothers-in-arms. There’s no introduction necessary for the son of Yoongi’s enemy.

After a nod of thanks toward the wagon driver - an older gentleman who’d seen far too much of Yoongi’s father’s “first test” and who is apparently therefore a big fan of Yoongi’s more humane approaches - Yoongi steps forward and takes a breath.

“Welcome to the Eastern Seascapes, trainees. In case one of you somehow missed the shocking news that traveled the Five Nations after my father’s death some years ago, my name is Min Yoongi. I am the ruler of this land, keeper of the peace between demon and humankind, and - probably unfortunately, in your eyes - your ward for the next 24 months. Congratulations.”

He watches as the 12 men in front of him shift uncomfortably below him, unsure what they should have expected from the Demon King. Most likely, it wasn’t the dry, detached man addressing them.

“Even more unfortunately for you, you won’t be dealing with me on a regular basis apart from tonight’s banquet. You will be seeing much more of my advisor here, and, even more than that - your General.”

The man in question materializes at Yoongi’s left side as if from nothingness. If he hadn’t known any better, Yoongi might have thought his Five-Star General was of demon blood. Somehow, it’s more disconcerting that he’s entirely human.

Normally, he’d feel a streak of pride course through him at the way his General had transformed into nothing short of a nightmare in just under 5 years, but he’s not really in the mood for Jungkook’s theatrics today.

The younger man descends the steps silently as the 12 men clamber to their feet in slight panic. He stands before the first trainee for just long enough that the newbie shrinks under his gaze. Jungkook moves quietly, his face never changing.

When he arrives at the end of the line, he stops, staring into the eyes of Jung Hoseok. The man, a few years his senior - as most of these men are - is just an inch or two shorter than him, but the Prince seems determined not to let the difference push him into submission. Hoseok stands tall, unwavering as he faces the Demon King’s General. 

He’d endured 24 years of fear and anxiety. No one would ever bully him again. Especially not some brat who’s got a couple centimeters on him.

Jungkook sees it in his eyes - that resistance - and can’t help the twitch of a grin pulling at his lips.

This should be fun.

Before he can open his mouth and address them, though, his king’s voice is cutting through the cold morning air.

“Where’s the thirteenth trainee?”

Jungkook frowns, turning back to face Yoongi. Taehyung’s expression is no different, confused by the man’s question. But Yoongi’s not paying attention to either of them, his eyes raking in irritation over the 12 trainees. There’s a dangerous glint in his glare that sends a shiver down their spines.

“I was told there were only 12.” His voice is terse, and he looks at Taehyung for explanation, his annoyance growing when he sees that Tae has no clue what he’s talking about.

“There are only 12, My Lo-”

“Shut up.” 

Both Tae and Jungkook blink in surprise - Yoongi’s never like this, regardless of his dour disposition this week. 

The king’s head only tilts in the direction of the wagon, like he’s catching the sound of something over the thundering heartbeats of the trainees below him.

He moves silently down the steps, and Jungkook doesn’t even bother to snap at his new soldiers to stand tall as they literally trip over their own feet to get out of Yoongi’s way. 

Yoongi stalks toward the wagon, catching the flash of fear in the driver’s eyes and waving him off with a furrow of his brow. There goes that previously built trust. 

But it doesn’t matter. He can feel someone else here. It’s the same feeling he’d had just last week after the assembly, when he and Tae had been talking to Jung Hoseok. 

The feeling that there’s someone hiding away, desperate not to be caught-

There. 

He makes his way around the front of the carriage, ignoring the fearful whinny of the horses when they spot him, and stops in his tracks.

He can see it. That glimmer of energy, shifting in the air, so unnoticeable to anyone who isn’t looking. The longer he looks, the more the energy takes shape, forming into a girl he’d only seen once before.

The girl that had been hovering over Hoseok’s shoulder that day.

With a twitch of an eyebrow, Yoongi wills his aura to sink beneath his feet, muffling his footsteps into nothingness. The moment it does, the girl stands tall, tilting her head in his direction and turning when she can’t find him.

He approaches her like that, watching her turn in her spot, her movements becoming restless and fearful, like she’d lost track of him and couldn’t place him anymore. She even looks right at him, but she doesn’t pause, only turning away so she can inch forward toward the back of the wagon. 

The moment she starts to pass the barrier of the white tarp into the open courtyard, Yoongi’s aura is lashing out, one dark tendril wrapping around her ankle. 

The girl screams as she falls, her voice piercing the tense silence beyond the carriage and sending the men into a frenzy. But Yoongi doesn’t mind them, his eyes never leaving her.

Another arm of darkness snaps out toward her, wrapping tightly around her mouth as the original snakes its way up her body, constricting her in its grasp until she’d bound with no escape.

Her cloak - whatever it is - comes down then in her panic, and she’s fully visible to Yoongi for the first time. Her eyes are wide, full of terror, and she’s grasping desperately at the tentacle of his aura that’s all but gagging her. Yoongi doesn’t even bother to think about the fact that she still hasn’t looked at him, fixating on her features and noting with growing rage that she looks a lot like Jung Yunho’s only child.

What the fuck?

Yoongi draws the girl up off the ground and toward him, and, in his rage, throws her back against the tarp of the wagon. She lets out another muffled shriek, Yoongi’s voice cutting hers short.

“Who are you?! Who sent you?!”

She only shakes her head back and forth desperately, eyes screwed shut as she continues to scream. With a growl, he peels her away from the tarp and slams her back into it. There are tears streaming down her face now.

“I’m not going to ask you again-”

“My Lord.”

Taehyung is standing next to him now, having come around the back of the carriage to interfere in whatever’s happening. His voice is clipped, like he’s actually angry with Yoongi.

“True to my title, I’m going to have to advise you to put this poor woman down, unless you want your new subjects to form misinformed opinions about what kind of man you are.”

Yoongi only snaps his head over to his advisor, his glare burning that deep, blood red Taehyung’s grown used to seeing lately.

“I want you to look at this girl, Taehyung. Look at her, and tell me what you see.”

Only at the direct order does Taehyung sigh and tilt his gaze in the woman’s direction. He stares for a moment, taking in her tear-streaked face. And then he frowns, his brows coming together as he looks more closely at her. 

Taking just a step back so he can see into the courtyard full of terrified trainees, Tae meets the eyes of Jung Hoseok, whose gaze morphs from fear into alarm when he realizes he’s being studied.

Taehyung mumbles under his breath then, Yoongi barely catching the words.

“Well would you look at that… Twins.”

Ignoring Yoongi’s echoed “Twins?!” of shock, Tae knows Hoseok was able to read his lips all the way across the courtyard because the Prince’s eyes go wide with horror, the blood draining from his face. His crippling fear crashes into Taehyung’s senses full force, the advisor stitching this new piece of information into the cloth that is the Jung family. 

He only squints at the man in response, whispering a single word to Yoongi that’s really meant for Hoseok.

“Twins.”

Tae watches Hoseok carefully as Yoongi steps out from behind the carriage, the aura-bound prisoner floating in the air behind the king as he starts his rampage back to the castle. He’s wholly unsurprised when Hoseok lurches forward at the sight of the girl, a scream ripping from his throat.

“No!” 

Hoseok pushes past the other trainees and starts to charge the king, but he’s quickly overtaken by Jungkook, who throws himself forward and pins him easily to the ground, yanking the Prince’s arms back behind his back. It doesn’t stop Hoseok from screaming with all of his might, his throat aching at the force.

“Y/n! You promised me! You promised me you would be safe-”

The other trainees all start whispering to each other, staring at the girl as she’s carried, sobbing and struggling against the tendrils of darkness, past her brother. Yoongi only pauses over Hoseok’s detained form for a brief moment, not even sparing the crazed man a glance as he speaks.

“Welcome to the Eastern Seascapes, Prince Jung. I’ll see to it that your sister is well cared for.”

Hoseok can only watch, horrified, as the Demon King carries his entire life through the massive double doors and into the castle.

I’m never going to see her again.

[main-serendipity-sky]

✨These 2 weeks in Jimin news✨

Where has time gone? 😭

•Bb end of year charts were released and Jimin is Bb history maker:

An album that he wanted to give us for free achieved all this. Things feel different when they come from the heart.

•Spotify wrapped...wrapped up too and showed us that Jimin is still a fan favorite. How many of us had our top artists as Jimin and some of the following: BTS, Kodak Black, NLE Choppa, Taeyang, or Jvke? Who would have thought?!

We also found out that:

-Jimin is the most consumed artist in South Korea

-Like Crazy is in the top 50 most streamed songs on Spotify.

-Antis and locals still stream Like Crazy

-If you are looking into a streaming service, consider Tidal.

•This picture of Jimin I found in this thread:

•We were flying high until BH announced the enlistment process of Jimin, Jk, Nam, and Tae. It's coming too soon. But Jimin will have Jk and they will be there for each other...and Jin!

•Jimin and Jk traveled to Japan to record more of their traveling show.

During this trip, Jimin started 3 global trends:

-Using Dior ☆'s as bag charms

-Standing next to a Dior Jimin ad and posing

- Eating at CoCo's in Jiminesque fashion

•PTD content was released and we got lots of Jimin.

He is always so thankful to the fans!

You can watch it here but shhh!

•Jimin's btb!

•Jimin won Best Male Artist at MAMA. More awards should have been his. Like Best Dancer, Album of the Year, Song of the Year...you get it...

The people at the Tokyo Dome are Jimin lovers too because:

Read through the replies! So many people were excited and Tetris shared that excitement with us!

And after BTS was awarded the Bonsang, Jimin came to weverse to thank fans for their support to the group:

•Jimin lost the AAA award, Millions Top 10, and Bonsang because army and karmy didn't vote for him due to Jimin antis running fanbases and people following them. But we will continue supporting him even more so he can have the recognition he deserves.

•Like Crazy was "officially" certified RIAA Platinum in the US. Actually, it reached this status in August and it is one of two songs by a Ksoloist to achieve this.

He is also the first and only Asian solo artist in history to achieve:

🇨🇦 Music Canada Gold Certification

🇯🇵 RIAJ Platinum Certification

🇺🇸 RIAA Platinum Certification

🇺🇸 Hot 100 #1

Cr.

•This clip of one of my favorite BTS songs, No More Dream, where it's focused on Jimin's perfect and precise dancing.

•Jimin posting on weverse for Jin's birthday. He misses his hyung.

•Jimin being a puppykitty.

•Don't forget this magazine is coming soon...

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We are in December. Where is our Jimin!?

•This beautiful Jimin

And that's it for now. Hopefully we get some more Jimin soon so our news can be even better!

[thisalienartist]

BB Positivity Time! <3 What would be an ideal episode plot focusing on your favorite character? What about your favorite ship? Finally, your favorite familial/platonic relationship? Feel free to be as brief or or as detailed as you like!

hii thanks for the ask! (sorry it took so long to reply lol)

as everyone knows i am a courtney stan so my ideal ep would definitely focus on her. we just dont get enough of her, but idk about plot...maybe a slightly deeper episode a la the amazing rudy

my favorite ship is boblin bc im boring, (and i believe in the power of bisexuals) but other than that ig roudise. they're just really cute to me.

i just love the kids' relationship. they remind me so much of me and my siblings and its just really nice to see siblings that really love and care about each other <3

[vintagesimstress]

Guess who's back (...kind of...?)

Hello everyone!

It's been 1,5 years. Wow, how the time flies!

You might have seen me lurking around on other simmers' tumblrs, writing a comment or two every now and then, but only now I feel like the time has come for me to return to my own space.

Here's a couple of announcements to get things re-started. I bet you're all busy, so I'll try to keep it short!

Private matters: A massive thank you to everyone who wrote me while I was gone ❤ There was quite a lot of you and I'm afraid I can't reply to each of those messages individually, but just so that you know: I've read them, they made me smile and I'm very grateful for all your kind words. I'm doing perfectly fine, and so is my little daughter. She's a beautiful and fascinating creature, learning new things all the time, and so unexpectedly that it really feels like if she was a sim levelling up and unblocking new interactions ^^

My CC: I still have very little free time and zero chance of going back to my old cc-making habits. That being said, in the past weeks/months I made a couple of teeny tiny things which I'd like to share with you, and also when I'm done with them I might make something new once in a while. Please keep your expectations low though! None of those things are Victorian; the majority (I guess?) aren't even clothes but mod add-ons, bug fixes, bb recolours - stuff like that. Still, someone might find them useful, so why not share?

For some more context, in case you care: my Victorian save got to the point of being quite paralysing (i.e. I wouldn't proceed unless everyone was dressed perfectly, living in perfect surroundings, reflecting not only their times, but also status and personality - and that perfect point turned out to be rather unattainable. Surprise surprise), and I really wanted to have some TS4 fun, so I started the Great British Sim Challenge. From the very beginning. Iron Age. At first I was determined not to make any cc for it and just roll with whatever I'd find, like any normal player, but you know how it goes XD So that's what pretty much everything I'm making is related to those days. Iron Age. Especially campfire. Why does everything I make have to do with the darned campfire...? The challenge is super fun, btw. I mean, for me. My poor sims would probably disagree.

Curseforge: I know many creators have by now moved to that new, EA-curated cc platform, and I've been thinking about doing it myself - even created an account - but in the end, for a number of reasons, decided against it. One of the main ones is that learning to use that platform and uploading there all my creations, old and new, would require quite a lot of time, which I simply don't have. If I have the choice between actually playing the game and having some fun, creating new cc I could share and uploading old stuff on yet another site... well, I guess it's clear which point has the lowest priority. So: nothing will change. Just as before, I'll be posting new things on my Patreon and simblr (linking to the Patreon page); everything will be free ofc, no early access either; and I'll keep constantly updating my downloads page, so that you could easily get an overview of everything I've ever made.

That's all folks! Have a nice day/evening and talk to you soon 😊

[mattscoquette]

okay so hii my lovey !! its been so longgg did u miss me ? ive been lurking just no anons 💔

gonna do a long recap of my past few months pls enjoy 🤗

1. reunited with my babyyyy (🦕‼️🩷) its a bit on and off but bb if u see this sorry i never text you i lowk forget to reply or text first or sm but love u 😘

2. started a new school, its going well.. math sucks fucking dick and theres this boy CJ hes like.. when i tell you, a fucking NERD ‼️ tall af tho.. skinny, brown hair brown eyes glasses horrible fucking haircut and style, acne… i can fix him !!! please bro one damn chance

3. girl me too… strawberry lemonade flavor 🙂‍↕️💨🚬

4. lowkey been mad horny recently idk why but ive been master….ing (i cant say that word bro it icks me out foully.) like a lot.. do u guys do it like every day too or just me 😅

5. im not parasocial abt the triplets anymore , yippee soso good bc guys it was bad . but this doesnt mean i dont use cai or read the shit abt them 😂🙏

6. overall lifes funnn (i can feel the seasonal depression coming AWN strong)

7. saw sabrina same nite as u motherFUCKER why didnt we meet

8. do yall shave 🐱… bc i do but my friends dont and they all called me weird for it guys what am i doing wrong. i have a schedule and all.. wednesdays and sundays 🥰

9. if ur cai bot reqs r open text me gang i need some good ones fr

10. ive been doing my nails for a while but im starting to get really good at itt. i did this girls nails and she scammed me the fucking bitch !! she said she will give me 20 the next time she sees me (fast fwd literally the next day) no money… its been a month and half atp bitch pay tf up!! .. cunt wheres my cash???? but im gonna do my friends for 30 (she offered that much and insisted) whenever shes free and she will be paying upfront im not getting scammed again… bullshit

11. little confession… me and my bsf kiss daily (shes a girl guys) but we said no homo and stuff so yeah ummm next question 😹 (we are never beating the allegations)

12. i need to start working out bro fr.. like im bouncing back this summer and i mean it im taking charge this winter (this wont last past next week motiv. tips appreciated gango)

i think this is all for now thanks for reading ! 🩷 i will maybe be back… reply to as many or as little of my little questions in here as u want

shes baaackkk… welcoming home…

the greatest…. sexiest…. most wonderfulest…. horniest…. woman in your anons…

🌺

HI CUTIE I MISSED U!!!

1. omg im so glad u guys r fr my roman empire

2. omg he sounds cute get his number

3. STRAWBERRY LEMONADE IS SOOO GOOD

4. me too there’s prob something going on with the moon tbh

5. i’ve been stuck in this phase for years i fear there’s no way out

6. same </3

7. I KNOW I CANT BELIEVE IT :(

8. yes girl

9. my reqs are open but im rlly behind on them

10. omg yes girl get that bag

11. omfg rlly 😭😭 love that for u

12. girl same my biggest advice is motivation is a feeling. ur not gonna feel it everyday but u still gotta do it