#the last one genuinely looks SO FUCKING COOL. amazing color for the blood it fits him so much i love it

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By the way,

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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS IS MAYBE THE BEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE???? KJSDBFKJSBJKDFBKEHA?????????????

[daisycandothings]

A twilight movie review, yes I know I am a decade late.

Hello, this is a review of the twilight movies. 

Okay now that nobody is reading this anymore, I have a note on how this will be formatted. Basically, I will have five sections where I go through and review each movie, and then I will have another section at the end where I look at the series as a whole.

I would also like to say that these are not good movies. Everyone here knows that. There is a lot of negative criticism out there and chances are, I agree with basically all of it. However, I do not want to say the same shit that everybody already says, that would be boring. People do not watch these movies because they are masterpieces of cinema, we watch them because it is fun to sit down with your family/friends and laugh when Jacob says “I am hotter than you” with a straight face. What I’m trying to say is I will not be analysing these academically so much as talking about what I enjoyed/didn’t enjoy about the surface level experience of watching them. Comparing these films to actually good masterful movies is like comparing kids playing floor hockey in gym class to olympic figure skaters. Like they just do not belong on the same scale

I really do want to take a look at these films on their own without the influence of the books messing with my opinion of them. 

Also, there will be spelling AND grammatical errors, I promise. 

Twilight the First One:

Good things:

This might be my favorite on its own. I just think the plot is probably the most exciting and it has the best split of drama, vampire bullshit, and fighting. I like the vampire family, I think they’re funny, and I actually genuinely think the baseball scene is a clever concept that is executed well. That scene, Anna Kendrick, and the dad are the high points of this movie, but Anna Kendrick and the dad are basically the high points of every movie they’re in, so I think I’ll speak on them later. 

Also I really like the soundtrack of this movie. To be fair I only remember two songs (what do you think, I was taking notes? I’m not a nerd) but those two songs were cool. The pieces in question were the electric guitar thing during the baseball scene and the lovely piano song™ . God do I fucking love that piano piece, I think there will definitely be a paragraph dedicated to that one song, you’re welcome. 

I like the hinting at the werewolf stuff in this movie.

Neutral:

The color saturation/tone (I don’t know movie words) were different in this movie. It’s like bluer. I don’t really know how I feel about it, its just kind of jarring to have this really blue movie and then move on to the next on and it’s normal idk.

Bad:

My biggest criticism is with the main characters. Like Bella and Edward have no chemistry, dude, I cannot name a thing that they bond over. Really their relationship only works because they are both hot, and the movie is relying on that in order to get the viewer to feel compelled by it, and I mean I guess it worked? I mean, I spent way more time wondering what Robert Pattinson’s hair product budget was than considering the fact that neither character had a substantial personality. 

I also have this weird issue with the pacing, maybe I’m an idiot and this is wrong, but it really seemed like Bella transferred at the beginning of the year. Then she meets everyone and like 30 minutes later we’re talking about prom? A spring event? And then the rest seems to take place over the span of like 2 weeks. Its just hard to tell how much time is passing at some points and I’m not a huge fan of that. 

“I like watching you sleep”

The effects are not good, but I don’t give that much of a shit, I just wish they’d been more obnoxious with the glitter. I’m not entirely sure I would have noticed if I lived in that world

I think that’s all I have to say here

Twilight New Moon

Good: 

Jacob is the best main character in this movie. He has personality traits, and his wolf transformation plot would be good if he weren’t such an asshole about it all the time. To be fair though, I have never been through such a transformation, so I can’t really judge. That said, I do like the scene where he freaks out at Mikey (that one blonde kid who decides to be a part of the series every once in a while).

Also there is some genuinely funny shit in here? Like, even moments that the movie actually intended to be funny. That guy, Harry, who hangs out with Charlie? He has some really great moments. Also the theater scene where Bella is sitting between Jake and Mike, and they both have their hand out hoping that Bella will hold it? That is just really funny. There’s obv more, but these are some highlights

Yes Jacob, please take off your shirt in order to dab the blood off Bella’s face. That seems like the best course of action to me. God the weird shit he does is really funny.

Bad:

Charlie’s friends keep dying, and his daughter is shitty and that makes me sad

The characters continue to have very little...well… character, not to mention actual development. I shouldn’t have to explain why that is a huge issue, especially for a movie that is primarily character driven. 

THIS MOVIE IS SO LONG. there were moments when I would just take a sec and be like. What is happening? What is this movie? What story is even being told here? God when is this going to be oveeeerrrrrrrrrr?

I’ve said a lot less here, but this is undoubtedly worse than the last one. 

Twilight Eclipse

Good:

The plot is built up a lot better in this one compared to the last two. In the last two, the main conflict wouldn’t even be fully introduced until like half an hour before the end of the movie. There was just a bunch of time that went by very slowly where basically nothing happened, and then all of a sudden there has to be a climax so the actual rising action takes place over a ten minute period, That's just weak writing, and this movie does not have that problem. 

I like the depth that we are given to the other members of the vampire family members. That said, Jasper was a confederate soldier, and you can not convince me that he isn’t racist.  

I think the scene where Edward and Jacob see eye to eye for a bit is pretty good if you disregard the fact that they really talk about Bella like an object. Like they spend so much time in this series just being NEEDLESSLY rude and mean; like you guys couldn’t even pretend not to hate each other for half a second? For real? Anyway, this scene kind of has them getting along and having a constructive conversation and I liked that. 

“Let’s face it. I am hotter than you” 

Neutral:

The plot is definitely more exciting in this one, but Victoria’s plan seems needlessly complex.

Are there other werewolves, or are the ones in forks just all of them? Like there seems to be this giant vampire government that spans the whole world, but the werewolves just have like ten kids in forks?

Bad:

I get that you all are natural enemies, and you are in love with the same girl, but god you guys don’t have to be such assholes to each other. 

Viewers are CONSTANTLY reminded that Edward just wants to protect Bella and that Jacob might be a better fit because she wouldn’t have to change. Like really hon? You’ve said this shit twelve times, but please go ahead and tell me again.

I know I was laughing about it before, but Jacob, can you please put a shirt on, it’s snowing.

The ring that Edward gives Bella is terrible, I would not wear it. 

Why did the cullens just let the volturi kill that girl? They shouldn’t have. 

*Sigh* and now we are at the really bad thing that I really didn’t like. TW for sexual assault. There is a scene where Jacob basically tells Bella that he kNoWS she likes him. She actively says that she DOES NOT, and then Jacob kisses her. THAT WASN’T CONSENSUAL. THAT WAS SEXUAL ASSAULT, BUDDY. Some people might say that she did actually want it, but if you look at her face during that kiss, she really doesn’t seem okay with it; in addition, she punches him after. BUT WHETHER OR NOT SHE WANTED IT DOESN’T MATTER!!!! SHE SAID NO!!!!

Then this yucky shit happens again, when Jacob finds out Edward and Bella are engaged, and Bella feels the need to kiss Jacob so he doesn’t do anything stupid. That is bad for obvious reasons. It is very frustrating because if it weren’t for these events, I would totally be team Jacob. 

Also I get you guys both love her, but I challenge you to tell me exactly what you love about her. 

Twilight Breaking Dawn Part One

Good:

This movie is fucking hilarious and amazing. I have watched all of the movies up until this point, and maybe it’s just the fact that this is my first time watching it, but this might overtake the first one. It’s great, I love it. 

As I mentioned, this movie is very funny, there are a lot of really good moments, Charlie and Anna Kendrick’s wedding speeches are amazing and I love them. There are a bunch of other ones that I cannot remember at the moment, but I promise it is great. 

 I also loved when Rosili (I’m sure I spelled that wrong) had to cut Bella open, and then she really wants to eat her blood. Very fun and also amazing for raising tension. 

I like that this movie is not pretending to be an action film. All of the other ones are mostly drama with a pretty shitty action plotline grafted over it. That does not happen here. It is literally just a romance movie that uses vampirism and werewolfery as an added layer of drama. The other movies do this, but they also have those bad action plotlines, so it feels like they are lying to me about being monster fighting movies when they are really just romance dramas. This movie KNOWS that it is just a romance drama and it owns it and I think that is cool.

I really liked the thing where we got those close up shots of bella’s blood vessels becoming vampire-y and stuff, I thought it was fun. Also when bella is having that dream about her wedding and everything is white and red and they end up on a pile of bodies? I cannot explain why, but I thought that looked really cool and it was kind of chilling which was the desired effect.

Seth and Leah, need I say more?

Lovely piano song ™ is BACK!!!

Neutral:

*sigh* Jacob. I have a strange relationship with Jacob. He constantly goes from being very cool to being very terrible. I will talk about this more later, but in this movie it was especially prevalent. He would say unnecessary, mean shit about the Cullens, and I would be like “god when did you become such an asshole?” and then he would leave because he didn't want to watch Bella destroy herself and I would be like “when did you get coOL?” and then he would tell Edward how much he wanted to kill him and I would be like “jesus, when did you become such an asshole?” and then he would distract the wolves so the Cullens could hunt and then I would be like “Yo dude, when did you get coooool again?” and then I would remember that he kissed Bella without consent and just……

There was a similar thing with Sam because at the beginning he was like, “the Cullens are fine,stop being such a little bitch about it, Jacob.” And then later on, he’s like “nvm we gonna kill this baby”

I know these are actually just character inconsistencies, but I’m not putting them in the bad section, no I will not be taking criticism.

Bad:

I wish they had told us more about stuff. Like they didn’t really explain why Jacob was so obnoxiously against them fucking. And Bella says it’s impossible for Edward to get her pregnant but umm how? Why? If that is the case, please explain to me why he is able to get her pregnant. Like this was the entire plot of the movie, and there was very little actual explanation which is annoying. I would like to understand the crux of your story, thanks. 

There was that thing where that woman from Argentina like, knew that Bella was carrying a demon baby. I feel like that is kind of painting woc as being mystical, and hey, that’s not great.

Jacob imprinting on a literal baby yes I know it is more complex than that, but still, come on stephanie. 

“EJ for Edward Jacob if it’s a boy” EWWWWWWWNODONOTNAMEYOURCHILDTHAT!

“Reneesme if it’s a girl” that’s good by comparison, but you set a super fucking low bar, my guy 

The wolf talking was uhh, pretty terrible. No thank you, sir. 

GIVE ME MORE CHARLIE!!!! WHERE IS OUR KING???!!! WHY ISN’T HE ON MY SCREEN?!!!

Twilight Breaking Dawn Part Two

Good: 

this movie is also a lot of fun. I liked meeting all the vampires from across the world, and I did like the plot more or less. I thought that it was exciting enough, and I have no issue with them splitting it into two movies, I actually liked it. There were two distinct plots with distinct tones, so I thought they were justified in the split.

I liked the opening montage. I thought their use of white and red (just as they did in part one) was very cool and chilling. In addition, the shot where Bella opens her eyes and adjusts to seeing in a vampire-y way is really cool. Like it makes me get why people like this franchise, like it’s cool!

Jacob is fucking awesome in this movie; basically because he isn’t attracted to Bella anymore, and so he is no longer attracted to Bella, so he isn’t constantly whiny and mean. I liked that he made up with Sam, and I do think the movie did a good job making the imprinting thing not weird. Jacob is just cool here. I REALLY liked that everyone was like “we gotta pretend Bella is dead” and he was like “no fuck that, charlie knows I’m a werewolf, and he’s on his way over to see her.” He is just constantly doing the right thing, and I love it. 

Lovely piano song™  

The fight scene at the end was fun to watch. It was by no means a masterful spectacle of choreography, but I liked it anyway. 

RAMI MALEK IS THE AVATAR?!!! I FUCKING LOVE IT!

Bad:

There were some moments where things were not explained all the way like there was this part where Jacob comments that more wolves are turning than before, and I was kinda like “wait what why” and then it is just not mentioned again. And I feel like there were a couple other moments like this that just felt like they were trying to say something from the book and then just didn’t have time to expand on it. Maybe I just missed something.

What made Alice think that only Bella would be smart enough to go to the book that the page is from? That was my first thought when she left that note.

The movie made it seem like the volturi really just wanted a reason to fight with them, and only Aro seeing himself get killed was able to deter him. But um… why? Why do the volturi give a shit about fighting the Cullens? Also I was a little annoyed with the final battle like for real dude? The ‘it was all in his head’ trope? Fuck that, if you are going to kill a bunch of good characters, at least commit to it yaknow?

I’m also not a fan of what they did with Alice. She just became a device to solve all of the problems. Like she leaves for the whole movie, comes back and fixes everything? That’s not good writing, mate. 

I wish that they told Charlie things. Like I wish he was in the loop. Speaking of.... GIVE ME MORE CHARLIE AND ANNA KENDRICK. SHE WAS NOT IN THIS MOVIE AT ALL!! FUCK THAT, HER CHARACTER IS GREAT. AND WHILE WE’RE ON THE SUBJECT, MORE LEAH AND SETH, TOO!!

As a series

Yes, watching these movies is so much fun despite all the dumb shit. In fact, it might even be because of the dumb shit. I would just like to make it very clear that I legitimately loved watching them, and I really liked writing about them as well. I say this because there have been (and there will be more) harsh criticisms.

This part will mostly be me venting.

Edward and Bella are both very bland, and Jacob is for sure, the most interesting of the main cast. 

Okay I don’t wanna spend too much time on this one, but Edward is 109 and Bella is like 17 when they meet. I don’t have to explain why that is kinda messed up. 

I really really wish that there had been more Carlysl (another spelling mistake I am sure), Emmet, and Alice. I liked them both a lot, and we don’t really get to learn about their backstories. There is also supposed to be this friendship between Bella and Alice, but I wish that had been fleshed out a lot more. I would have liked to see more bro time between them. 

I also wish there was more Seth and Leah. And let's throw in Charlie and Anna Kendrick for that matter. 

Not a fan of the way that threat of sexual violence is used with Bella in the first two, TW for minor discussion of that here. In the first one Bella runs into some guys who harass her, and Edward saves her. The thing is, he only knew it was happening because he was following her, and I’m not a fan of the narrative that perpetuates. In the next one, she actively seeks out a dangerous situation with a man, so that Edward might come save her, no thanks.

Green screens are used, and they are not always very good.

There are moments throughout the series where you are like “oh yeah, that is definitely a direct quote from the books” like when Jacob says “stop looking at me like that” “like what” “like I’m your favorite person in the world” like okay bro turn down the emo.

 Okay and now the most important thing, the lovely piano song ™. This is going to be the longest paragraph about it because this is possibly the most missed opportunity in the entire franchise (yes this is the type of person that I am). If you aren’t sure, the song in question is the one from the Ed/Bella relationship montage in the first movie, where Edward actually plays it on the piano. As I’m sure I’ve said, this piece of music is FUCKING AMAZING. Like it makes me actually quite emotional, and its association with the movies makes me feel more strongly about them. That is where the missed opportunity comes in because IT IS NOT IN NEW MOON OR ECLIPSE. Perhaps I just missed it, but I was making an active attempt to find it. It would have been ridiculously cool if they had used this song as Bella and Edward’s love theme. It would have been super cool if they had gradually added instruments throughout the series, making the piece grow and change, just like their love. It would have been so cool if they had added a counter-melody when Reneesme was born to symbolize the addition to their family. It would have been so cool if the closing shot was Bella and Edward in the field, and the original piano solo plays to remind us of the foundation of their love (and the series); cut to black and then the song plays through the credits for the main cast. God that would have been so cool, I get emotional just thinking about it. Instead, it is just a song they play sometimes when they want us to feel something. It works like that, but it isn’t as cool as it really could have been, which makes me sad. 

Alright that’s it everyone, holy shit that was a lot. I am going to give you two ratings. On a scale of 1-10, how good is the series? not better than a three. But MUCH MORE IMPORTANTLY, on a scale of 1-10, how enjoyable are they to watch? At least a seven. 

If you read all of this you are great, thank you for dealing with me for this long, I did spend hours on this. 

[crue-sixx]

Forever and Always

Title: Forever and Always

Author: tiddly-winx

Summary: Based on @crue-sixx's vampire head canon, the reader is a vampire who has completely captivated Nikki Sixx.

Warnings: mild smut, swearing.

The night you met your future love, you were just looking for your next meal.  The young folk nowadays seemed really into the vampire legends as a gimmick, but that suited you just fine, you were just trying to blend in with your surroundings.  That was one of the first lessons your master had taught you, before casting himself into a bonfire to end his unnatural long life.  You had also learned the essentials from him, like never drink after the heart had stopped beating, no prolonged exposure to the sun and most importantly how to choose prey-only feed on whoever you could, but kill the wicked the wicked.  In the years that followed his abandonment, you had grown bitter at the world and did as you pleased.  Over the span of 100 years, you understood why your master had cautioned discretion-you had seen many a fine vampire meeting their untimely end at the hands of ignorant villagers.  You eventually taught yourself how to keep cool as a cucumber in social situations, more importantly controlling yourself when you smelled blood. 

However, you soon grew tired of being sociable and did what many other vampires did when they didn’t want to be bothered-you found yourself an empty crypt and fed on the stupid teenagers who wandered inside in search of whatever hauntings local lore dictated plagued the cemetery.  You didn’t kill them of course, but you made sure to make your mark on inconspicuous places of the body.     

It was early in 1981 right in the heart of Los Angeles that you eased up from the depths of your long sleep to listen to the most invigorating music you had ever heard.  It was loud and aggressive, making the very earth rumble as if its sole purpose was to wake the dead.  You strolled into the lane of graves from your mausoleum and began walking towards the sounds of the nightlife.  You took in what the young people were wearing, then looked down at yourself in dismay.  The ankle length modesty dress was sorely out of fashion but a grin came across your face as you spied a young lady wearing a black leather corset with matching leather pants and boots.  “Child” you called out to her, so softly it was like a whisper on the wind.  She turned around and locked eyes with you, a deep breath later she was mesmerized by what she was seeing and spoke briefly with her companions about going onto the Whisky a Go Go, that she would catch up in a minute. 

When she was directly in front of you, she asked what you wanted and you replied “Where can I aquire such articles of clothing, Child?” 

In her trance like state, she pointed to a clothing store right across the street.  You thanked her and kissed her hand, then turned it over to expose her wrist.  You bought your fangs down on it and drank a small amount-the ‘little drink’ as you called it.  She didn’t feel a thing as you drank from her, but when you were finished you dismissed her and she rejoined her group.  You sauntered into the shop where the clerk stared at your garments.  You picked out a wine colored leather outfit similar to what the young lady was wearing and enchanted the salesperson with “I’ll just be taking these, it’s no trouble right?” 

The clerk put up no argument as you changed into the more updated outfit.  It looked fitting on you and from the girls blood, you obtained some knowledge of current events and lingo.  You walked out of the shop, picking up some gothic themed necklaces on your way out.  The music was so loud you didn’t even need to use your enhanced senses to feel it-it shook your bones to the very core.  You finally got in and stood in the front row, the young man playing a rather peculiar instrument (which you later learned was a bass) locked eyes with you and he kept his gaze on you for the entire song.  You smirked and winked at him as the song was winding down, leaving to go wait in the alley for the next ‘little drink’ to come by. 

A few moments later the same young man that coudln’t stop staring at you while playing his song opened the door and peeked outside to see you.  You looked up at him and asked “You following me, rockstar?” 

“Just...” he shifted uneasily, like he was unaccustomed to talking with the ladies “Wondering why you left so quick” he seemed to have gotten over his temporary shyness and added “There’s a party over at our place.  You should hang out with us” 

“Sweetheart, I don’t know if you can handle me, but alright” this human was intriguing to you so you accepted his invitation.  Soon you grew fond of your newfound friends, even like a little family if you dared say so.  It felt like something worth coming back to see every night.  Seeing them party like they were going to die the next day was interesting to say the least.  They were always doing stupid things, knowing full well the possible outcomes and consequences, but they didn’t care.  It was the first time you genuinely laughed in centuries. 

It was when you finally had a moment alone with Nikki on the couch with your head in his lap that your eyes locked intimately, just as they had the night you two met.  He breathed a ragged breath out, and from his blood you could smell the rush of hormones swim in his veins.   You knew what he wanted and were more than happy to oblige.  A silent heat came over the both of you as you got up and straddled him, his hands coming down gently on your hips.  You had to know that this was more than just lust, so right before things started to get too heated, you broke the kiss and asked “You sure you want to do this, Nikki?” 

“Only if you want to” he answered; his eyes glazed over with desire.  That didn’t answer your question, so you did the next best thing.  You gently scraped the skin on his neck to draw the smallest amount of blood possible and licked it up to see his truth.  He was completely and utterly yours if you wanted him, and by God you did. 

“Then take me to bed, Rockstar” was all the confirmation he needed, easily lifting you up and carrying you to his room bridal style.  His touch was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before-even when you were human.  He was so gentle with you, making sure he explored every inch of your nude body and you doing the same for him.  Your orgasm was so intense that when the ultimate wave of pleasure initially hit you, your fangs popped out and it took all of your will power to resist biting him and draining him dry.  He finished soon after you did, feeling your heat erupt on his cock sent him over the edge.  A low, stuttering curse from his mouth as a final, giant thrust reached into your hot core.  You felt his seed enter you, then drip onto his sheets when he pulled out. 

“Jesus Fucking Christ” he panted, using his remaining strength to keep himself propped up over you.  “That was awesome...” he then lowered down and off of you, cuddling into your frame.   

You too were more than satisfied and only offered an unintelligible “Mmm” in response, not being able to say much else.    

Nikki ran his fingers through your hair and asked “How about you be my girl?”  You nodded an affirmative reply, to which he just grinned and kissed you tenderly.  The next time you both came out of his room, Vince and Tommy were in the living room with open beers in their hands.  They stared in smug amusement. 

“It's about time Sixx!  We were wondering when you were gonna do her!”  Tommy got up and offered a high five, but it was not returned. 

“Y/N’s my girlfriend.  I’d appreciate it if you’d stop making such jokes at her expense if you don’t mind” he said playfully. 

Vince took a swig of his beer and added “No shit, Sherlock.  You haven’t even LOOKED at another girl much less fucked one since you met her!”  You were very much surprised by this revelation, but you kept your cool. 

“Gotta get back to my place, Babe” you nuzzled into him “They’ll try to rent it out again” you had indeed gotten a job and an apartment of your own since you woke up, and you used that place as a hiding spot for when you fed.    He walked you to your apartment, then at your door he turned you around kissed you softly. 

“Last night was amazing, baby” he sighed into your neck. 

“How about we do an encore at my place soon?” you held up a key to your apartment and gave it to him.  “You’re always welcome here if you need a place to crash” he took the key without hesitation and one more quick kiss before going back to his place. 

It was a few days later that Nikki and the boys came knocking at your door, only because they hadn’t seen or heard from you in a few days.  On the way over, they discussed things they thought seemed off about you.  Like you skin being pale and cold to the touch, the way your eyes changed colors and were even red sometimes.  Most importantly that you almost never came out in the daytime, unless it was a cloudy day when clouds covered the sun.  Mick in his usual sarcastic tone suggested “Maybe she’s a fuckin’ vampire” to which the other laughed nervously. 

Your senses were going wild, not being able to feed for the past few days was taking its toll on you.  Your skin was sunken in, your eyes like a wild animal’s ready to pounce at the first sight of a wandering human.  You looked like a living corpse, to put it mildly.  When you heard the door to the apartment open and heard them calling you, you stopped dead and stared at the bedroom door.  “I’m fine...just been feeling sick the past few days...” you called out. 

“If you’re just sick then why the fuck won’t you answer the fuckin’ phone?” the door to your room opened and the light clicked on.  The false lighting was too bright for you in this weakened state and you hissed, getting under the covers. 

“Just go away...you four aren’t safe here...” you groaned. 

“Not until we see you” Tommy insisted and pulled off the blanket, all of them completely shocked to see you in such a state. 

“Y/N you need a fuckin’ hospital!” Nikki tried to lift and carry you out the door but you grabbed the door frame and roared, accidentally baring your fangs to them all.  Your eyes so red they glowed like a stop   light at midnight.  Nikki put you down and stared in shocked amazement, after a moment he said “What are you?” 

“I’m a vampire, guys” you sheepishly scolded yourself for such an unsightly display “I get like this when I can’t feed for a few nights...” 

Without hesitation Nikki offered up his wrist for you to bite “Drink from me, Baby...if it’ll help you get better...”  his blood was calling to you, but you refused.  He laid you on the bed next to him and bought it up to your lips. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you, Nikki” you told him. 

“And we don’t want to see you starving yourself like this.  Shut up and drink my fuckin’ blood, woman” you kissed his wrist before biting down into it.  The small popping sound of your fangs puncturing his flesh was followed by a rush of pleasure.  He only gasped a little bit and winced, letting out a small moan of carnal desire.  All you needed was a few swallows, a transformation back into your old self, plus a little more color to your cheeks. 

Mick was in awe most of all, saying “Holy shit, you really are a vampire” he reached up to touch your face to make sure he was really seeing this.  Nikki tried to walk but stumbled, you caught him and put him on the bed. 

“Sleep now, Nikki” you cooed in his ear “the first time feeding from a person leaves them tired” he obeyed and slipped into a deep sleep.  Soon, you explained everything about being a vampire “I was forced into a marriage I didn’t want, and on my wedding night, I jumped from the tower.  A vampire saw me and turned me without even asking if I wanted to be one.  The bastard then left me to find out what it meant to be a vampire” you recalled what you could remember from your human life. 

Soon they all agreed that they’d take turns letting you feed from them.  You were pleasantly surprised to find that not only were they willing, but they liked it even.  Things had been going like this for a few years, but then Nikki came to you asking to do something you thought you’d never have to do.  “Y/N...I want you to turn me into a vampire...like you...”The band was rising in popularity in the clubs and even a record company offered them a deal. 

“Please, Nikki” you looked down shyly “Wait a few years...you’d have to leave the band because people would see that while the others aged, you’d stay the same.  If you can live with leaving the band, faking your death and going through the excruciating transformation into a vampire then you can ask me again...” he accepted these terms, and three years later he asked again. 

"Are you absolutely sure you want this?” you asked him, reiterating all of your previous points in the last discussion. 

“Yes, Y/N” he answered “Baby, I don’t care. I love you so much and I want to be with you…forever. Please, just let me be able to do that.” he pleaded, taking your hand in his. 

“Alright...the transformation is very painful.  I have to drink from your neck until almost the point of death, then have you drink from my neck.  It feels like pure lava coursing through your veins, the heart quickens to pump the vampire blood faster” you could smell he was afraid, but he knew it was worth it if it meant he would spend eternity with you. 

He walked closer to you, his lips crashing into yours and his tongue invading your mouth.  He broke the kiss breathlessly.  “Do it, Babe...” you started kissing down his neck, the artery pounding beneath the skin.  You sink your fangs into him, he let out an audible gasp and he soon slackened.  You laid him down on the ground and listened to his heart, being careful not to take too much.  When you knew the time was right, you stopped and sliced your neck and bought him up to your body.  You first felt his tongue then he pulled you in closer to him to get as much blood from you as possible. 

You trembled, gently pushing him away “That’s enough darling...” he was thrashing about, screaming and cursing to high heaven.  You cradled him in your lap, reassuring him that it only hurts for a few minutes.  He stopped moving and for a moment you were worried that you had killed him.  He opened his new, blood red eyes and sat up to look around. 

“Everything seems so vivid” he remarked, taking in familiar surroundings with his new senses.  “I can see, hear and smell things I couldn’t before...” he dragged his fingers across the wound on your neck “even touch is more sensitive for me...” 

“I will teach you the ways of being a vampire, Nikki” you said to him “first lesson starts now-we must feed to heal our wounds...” you showed him how to use his sex appeal to get prey, but to never take the life of an innocent.  “Kill the evildoer whenever you come across one, Nikki” you told him “make them suffer, but take no pleasure in your duty” he nodded in agreement. 

“As long and I can have you by my side while doing it, anything is possible” he kissed you again, before his first of many lessons began.

[biskarsgards]

holiday in the sun

Pairing: Bill x Reader

Summary: Bill being a singer of a punk rock band in the late 1970s. He falls for the colored reported giving him an interview. To my only follower @b-skarsgard

Words: 669

Warning: Language And mention of The S*x Pistols.

New York was always so mind numbingly cold during the winter. Your hands felt numb from the cold and three jackets weren’t saving you. You parked less than a mile away from the bar but it felt like you were walking for eons. The wind bothered your ears until they both felt numb, and you had to fight to walk through a thick blanket of snow. It was pitch black outside and you felt bitter before the ordeal began.

There were a bunch of kids crowded around the entrance. They were all dressed the same, thick eyeliner and leather jackets. Loud rock music was coming from inside and you could hear the sounds of laughter and cheers.

You pulled the black ballpoint pen from behind your ear and got your notepad from your purse. You titled a blank paper 12.14.1977 and prayed to God that this was the last band interview that you had to do. You simply hated talking to diluted white men that mumbled words and screamed. There had to better options.

The band onstage sounded like every other band that you encountered, a screaming lead singer and messy instrumentals. You weren’t very into punk and didn’t understand the anger. You had to step over a few bottles and bodies to get closer to the stage. You were basically choking on cigarette smoke.

The lead singer was tall and pale like he hadn’t seen the sun in at least a century. His green eyes were outlined in thick black eyeliner that looked like it was put on by a six-year-old. His leather jacket was oversized and his jeans were ripped at the knees. He was singing about a broken heart or something and you took notes of his description. It was so crowded that you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“ They’re amazing aren’t they!” the girl next to you exclaimed. She had wild curly brown hair and a nose piercing. You gave her a small nod. You were told that the set was supposed to finish ten minutes ago. It was so smoky everywhere that you could barely see.

You decided to wait at the bar until the music stopped.

“ Can I get you anything?” The bartender asked. You shook your head and watched the rest of the song. What you wanted was to speak to the owner Hilly Kristal, you gave him specific instructions. The unintelligible screaming finally ended and everyone around you erupted in applause. The bartender looked at you with slight amusement.

“ I’m waiting for an interview,” you explained.

He nodded,”I’ll tell Hilly you’re here.” You doodles on the corner of your notepad. You always reminded yourself that this was just a stepping stone and you wouldn’t have to write the music sections of the magazine anymore. You often daydreamed about feeling just as successful as all your white counterparts who got to write for fashion and culture.

You turned around when you felt gentle tapping on your shoulder. He was covered in sweat and his eyeliner was smudged.

“ Are you from Interview Magazine?” he asked. He had big green eyes that swallowed you up whole. He smelled like old cigarettes, sweat, and fancy soap.

You nodded and clicked your pen.”It won’t take long.”

“ It’s really cool to have a colored interviewer,” he explained. You rolled your eyes and waited for the racist comments. You had worked so hard to get your job.

“ So, what brought you to CBGB?” you inquired. He was too busy asking the bartender for a drink to hear your question.

“ Hi, are you Bill Skarspsgard?” you asked.

“ Skarsgård,” he corrected. “And please let me get you something.” You shook your head.

“ Please, you look so cold and angelic,” he explained. His flattery meant nothing to you because ever lead singer felt like they were so sexy and enigmatic.

“ So, what brought you to CBGB?” you repeated.

He smiled,” Um, my friend Stiv told me this was a good place to expand my roots.” He nodded and took a sip from his beer. His hair was so teased that he looked like he belonged in the wild with wolves.

“ What do you describe your music as?” you inquired. This was probably one of your least favorite parts, actually interviewing. It all got very boring and tedious when you heard all of the same answers from similar personality types.

“ The fucking future. Everyone will hear The Trenches on the radio in the next 100 years.” He Iooked so proud that you didn’t want to let him down. You scribbled down his answer.

“ What about you? Do you like this?” he put his hand under his chin and awaited your answer.

You shook your head, “ No questions please.” He gasped before taking another gulp of beer.

“ I’m not answering anymore of these questions until I get to buy you a drink,” he challenged. He winked, which made you groan. You had so much to ask him and you only had a small time frame before the next band came on.

“ Alright,” you said stiffly.

He smiled,” What would you like?”

“ Club Soda.”

He laughed, “ One Club Soda for the beautiful lady please.” You watched the bartender pour the clear seltzer into a small clear glass.

“ You don’t have to hit on me anymore,” you said to Bill.

He shook his head, “ You’re really gorgeous. And if I randomly saw you on the street I would chat you up.” For some reason you didn’t feel the reassurance that he was trying to give you.

“ How do you feel about you young listeners?” you inquired. He played with the rim of his beer bottle and stared out of space.

“ The kids are so misunderstood and important. Fuck all the teachers and parents that said that they can’t be anything important,” he explained. You wonder if he had any experience with undermining authority.

“ The kids are important,” you whispered. You thought about your own son Alex, who had to grow up in a world where he had to be confined and controlled. The next band was tuning their instruments.

“ So, why did you want to be a reporter?” Bill had to shout over the noise.

You rolled your eyes, but decided that he genuinely wanted to know. “ It’s very hard for black single mothers to find good jobs, and this one was open.” He smiled at the mention of you being a single mother.

“ That’s so far out,” he replied. You sipped your Club Soda. You were greeted by bubbles and carbonation, you always disliked the unchanging flavor of it. You had at least two more questions to get through and you felt a glimmer of hope.

“ There’s a rumor that you punched Johnny Rotten and broke his nose, any comments?” you were actually looking forward to asking this question all day.

“ He’s very deserving of hatred,” he responded. He finished his beer in long anxious gulps.

“ You should go out with me tonight,”he said .

“ I-I why do you want that?” you stuttered.

“ Because you’re fit,” he explained. You hated the smug expression that he had on his face.

“ You’re such a fucking sell out,” you spat. You put all the things you were working on back into your purse. You put twenty dollars by your unfinished your drink and turned to leave. You walked past a fighting couple and felt your blood boil.

You were greeted by the freezing outside air. You felt angry for letting yourself by an egomaniac piece of shit. You hated the whole punk rock attitude and the way they treated people.

“ Hey! Hey, Y/N!” he called. You tried to walk faster but the snow was too hard to run over.

“ I’m sorry,” he said breathlessly.

“ It’s alright,I’ll just have your manager call me,” you murmured.

“ No, I.. Stop walking,” he demanded. You stared at his brown hair that went each and every direction. He was attractive in this weird and charismatic way.

“ I have to get home,” you sighed.

“ I just fucked up, okay?” his eyes were filled with concern.

“ Can we finish this interview?” you asked.

He nodded, “ But can I take you out?” He was persistent and annoying, but you weighed your options.

“ I have to be home by midnight and you have to answer all my questions,” you demanded.

He shook his head, “ They can pack up without me.” He turned back to CBGB And whistled. “ What a place,” he whispered.

“There’s a coffee place not to far from here, let’s go there,” you suggested.

“ Alright,” he said. It was blissful watching the snow fall all around you. You knew that Alex was probably tucked in bed fast asleep .

“ So, why did you come to New York?” you inquired.

“ To meet pretty girls,” he answered.

“ Has it worked?” you teased.

He laughed, “It honestly has worked out great.”

[peachiejihoonie]

park woojin - demigod!au; hermes

when he was younger, he was a master at pick pocketing 

in middle school, he wouldn’t stand up for kid being bullied but rather go to the bully and pick pocket back the lunch money 

he wouldn’t really hand back to them, he’d just put it on their desk, underneath their pencil bag or inside it

constantly transferred schools too, which meant constant new encounters, and he hated it 

he was sick of change, he just wanted something permanent

one friend, one home, one school, one setting 

he was always alone since he just kept leaving 

so when he made it to camp half blood, he was shook 

he wasn’t used to the atmosphere but he was immediately claimed by hermes 

he was quickly engulfed by a crowd, his siblings and they were are all so jolly, happy, snarky but also welcoming 

at first he was really reserved and shy but when head counselor taehyun introduced him to everyone, he was overjoyed 

overtime he came out his shell 

he was the master mind of plastic wrapping all the chariots together

is known for being very mischievous and silly 

very bro

is the type to blame it on someone else 

works half of time cause he’s good at playing innocent

“woojin it was you wasn’t it”

“what? me? why would i ever? no way!!!”

honestly, he does it for shits and giggles and never has intentions to ever hurt or anger someone

he’s really good at hand to hand combat (aka flipping people) 

he carries around a simple celestial bronze knife but rarely uses it 

is really talented 

raps and dances he’s pretty cool my dude

the apollo cabin doesn’t really see him as all that talented though they’re to busy thinking they’re better than everyone else 

you on the other hand, were constantly getting kicked out of schools because of your “problematic” behavior

it wasn’t your fault that people always listened to whatever you said

even if you had asked to cut in lines, get a’s or to skip class, it’s their fault for listening to you

at camp half blood, you were known to be quite fiery 

it was hard for anyone to believe you were an aphrodite child honestly 

you stand for what u believe in, you’re straight forward, and you have no problem with casting permanent make up on anyone 

one time, at the dining hall, someone tried to mess with your sibling’s food by placing a magnetic force around it so the food can never sit on the plate 

you immediately flung around to the giggling hermes cabin 

and this time woojin was out of the loop he doesn’t commit such petty pranks uhm hello??

“okay who did it?” you glared at all of them, honestly this happens everyday and normally you’d ignore it but honestly it was gettin out of hand 

“WOOJIN!” a hermes cabin kid screamed 

and everyone snickered 

he’s just there with a piece of bread of his mouth, puppy dog eyes, lost, looking up you 

“huh?” 

and you glared at the one who yelled his name and you casted the permanent make up on him and everyone else who laughed got ugly outfits with neon colors 

and all the other tables are doing obnoxious ‘OOoooOOOOoooooOOOOOOOooooooOOoOOH shiTTTTTT”  

the hermes kids now think you have a bratty princess attitude

but did you care????????

no 

and the next time woojin sees you, he kinda wavers around you, and you don’t recognize him at first

as you’re setting up your weapons for capture the flag (i love ctp okay im sorry if your’e sick of it omg) he just opens his mouth 

“sorry about my brothers and sisters yesterday…” 

at first you were like ??? oooOOOOHHH 

“hahahahHAHAHA no its no probleM!!” 

are you nervous ?? is he that cute ?? is it just me omg

he’s a little flustered, mainly cause he just feels bad 

may or may not have avoided playing pranks on you or just the entire aphordite cabin tbh 

he was gonna say something again but chiron calls for the teams to shake hands and you two are on different teams 

and so you had the found the flag, but your back up was taking forever

no one was on guard though, and the flag was just out and exposed in the creek

you wanted to go for it, seriously, your blood was chasing through your veins, it was getting hard to hold your back you impulsiveness. 

and suddenly there was cheering behind you 

and when you walked out of your hiding spot, you saw woojin being thrown in the air,

your team flag in his hand 

and you were chill, i mean it wasn’t the first time you lost

but what really bugged you was when hermes cabin wouldn’t stop reminding you 

this happened almost every time you lose 

and when you’re in greek history class, they were just at and you were trying so hard not to explode 

and just when you’re about to, woojin clears his through

“hyungs, please shut the fuck up, i’m trying to read here” 

everyone is shooketh

cause he isn’t that straight forward and he’s normally a witness rather an unpstander 

after class you thank him and he just shrugs it off like no big deal 

inside he’s all squishy and warm cause aw you thanked him ?? you thank people ??? 

and you’re blushy because aw he cared ?? 

and tbh you guys stay in this weird phase for a while 

very small talk, short glances

but nothing more

it was awkward for the both of you 

it was the first time to feel this warm in the inside 

you both knew there was something more there

there’s no way you two are just friends 

ya’ll both squishes for each other 

but you’re both convinced otherwise 

all of woojin’s siblings tell him to not for fall an aphordite kid 

they tried to convince him that he was just falling for your stupid but blessed love charms and looks

“they’re all heart breakers !! don’t know you know about their little game” 

yea, your cabin loved doing this point system thing 

each time they “won” a person, a point 

and whoever got the least amount of points got the shoes of shame 

you H A T E D it 

you’re cabin was trying to explain to you that you weren’t falling for some “disgusting, annoying dumb, hermes kid”

“no way !!! you have to date one of the hot apollo kids, or the ares kids, but cMON, not a hermes kid. don’t be silly!”

and it just makes you want woojin more

he started getting bolder though 

but hes still shy 

your little talks became conversations, you glances became eye contact 

then the conversations would last through the lunches and he would even walk you to your next activity or back to the cabin 

his eyes not only lingered but he would also flash his cute little canine at you or even make silly faces when chiron is teaching 

and you were complaining about your cabin with him one day during your shared free hour together 

“i just don’t understand them at times, i really don’t think i fit in that cabin a at all” 

“well i think you do”

you’re laughing as you look over at him but he aint laughin

“i think you fit in that cabin perfectly. you’re really genuine, kind to everyone but you’re definitely not a push over. you know that the inside personality is what is important, not the outside. everyone thinks that you’re just being mean, but i think it’s because you base your attitude on personality.” 

and at first his explanation doesn’t make sense

he thought he was being weird and he freaks out 

“oh my go-god,i-uh- i ig-ignore what i just said hah ha ha hahahah” he would utter out, redfaced and looking away 

“no please explain what you mean woojin” and you place your hand on his shoulder

“i-it’s just like how your siblings are with looks! not to say that they’re aLL vain!! i-i i mean li-like if they’re ‘ugly’ they would kin-kinda isolate them ya know?? and when they’re pretty they date them. you’re kinda the same, but with per-personality.”

you’re speechless and his eyes are glued to the grass 

“y-you just share beauty in a different way, that’s all, and i like that, a lot” he chuckles as he palms his neck nervously 

“t-thanks” you mumbled out and he’s grinning to himself cause you’re so cute

and the feelings are just floating in the air 

since he’s all shy and awkward and doesn’t know what to do

“i like you too” you smiled back 

and yall slowly and slowly become more comfortable 

you like watching him pick out the food you don’t like in your pasta

honestly he’s the cutest when he eats

his checks are puffed out and you can see the way he’s chewing and he’s just fluffy omg 

and he would catch you staring and have his confused mouse face 

how could you not want to feed him at that point 

but slowly he would start getting flirtier and flirtier 

he would run up to you and wrap his arms from behind 

omg imagine his cabin is so surprised and they cannot believe he swooped an aphordite child 

“brurhruhrhruhr you hella scored omg hooow???” 

“well i mean, i just told them i liked them ?? and they happened to like me back ??” and he’s blushing, lookin down and a small grin on his face

they all watch you both in amazed 

like you guys are laughing and smiling, arms linked, walking towards the mess hall and they’re just watching all wide eyed and jaws dropped 

“that’s so unfair” they’d all pout 

he secretly enjoys them being jealous

imagine him look all aggressive and hot while playing capture the flag 

you can’t even play properly ???? how can you function ???? 

like you’re suppose to be his back up but you’re so distracted 

you’re teammates know to never put you guys in the same team/group ever again

but he doesn’t realize you’re distracted by him,

he’s all sweaty and puppy like comin to you 

“babe are you sick ?? are you tired ??? you don’t look okay ..” 

“nO woojin i’m fine hahahha!!! don’t worry !!!” awkward laughter 

“ookay..” is still slightly worried 

the next day he comes by with cookies and he’s such a nervous mess cause omg your sibling opened the door 

ya’ll exposed af, all you’re siblings are watching the gesture 

and you slam the door on their face LOL 

“woojin what are you doing ??” 

“i was just worried, and i knew you liked jinyoung’s cookies so i got some for you cause you didn’t look well yesterday” and he’s all flustered 

one hand in the pocket, the other palming the back of his neck nervously 

he’s such a pup omg help the cutie out 

but all you could do is stutter a thanks out

your siblings on the other side are just giggling

jihoon, your half brother thinks you two are disgusting 

especially cause 2park is lyfe and you don’t in 2park

but overall, he’s very sweet and loving 

he maybe shy at times even though he’s wild with his siblings 

it’s just cause you make him nervous

you guys prove stereotypes wrong and people lOVE it 

i’m so sorry this took so long lmao, thanks 4 waiting  !!! esp the anon who asked for woojin a long long time ago

[scrollsofeternity]

Therefore You and Me | Trial 4 | Wakako ft. Hisashi | Hisashi | Re: Trial Results

She was clinging to Azusa. The whole time she didn’t look at anyone, just buried in her shoulder and ignoring the world. Just for this moment she ignored everyone and took in the feeling of Azusa being there. She will deal with Arisa, with Chiharu, with Hisashi, she’ll deal with all that later…

Is what she would say to herself if a ‘later’ would exist for her.

‘Later’ will never come though. 

  For a moment the world warped and colors shift. Maybe that’s what happens when your life suddenly flashes in your mind. A panic attack started and finished in a matter of seconds. 

Wakako is going to die and there is nothing she can do to stop it. There is no villain to scream and fight against. Just the universe she kept claiming to do what it can to help her with the hand she was dealt. She simply forgot one thing: Wakako is a small ant compared to the universe and no one ever thinks about the ants they step on. 

She peels herself from the warm embrace of her girlfriend to look her in the eyes. There is a calmness surrounding her, a soft little smile on her lips. It’s a look that betrays the trembling of her body. 

“Azu, I’m… so sorry. I’m so sorry I filled your head with words and dreams of us running away and making our own family. This is going to hurt a lot more now. I should have pushed you away when I had the chance because now we love each other and had plans for the future… I’m sorry that I’m going to make you cry.” She takes her hair clips off before clipping them onto Azusa’s hair. “I want you to move on though. Please… I love you and I want you to be happy so… I want you to find happiness when I’m gone.” 

She turns away from Azusa for the last time, to address the rest. If she is going to die then she wants to have her last words to everyone. She deserves that much. 

“Hanari, I think you’re really cool! I’m sort of sad we didn’t hang out more but I’m grateful for what time we did have. Your compliments to me meant a lot… We didn’t get around to teaching me that self-defense which is a shame. I think you’re really nice though. Heart in the right spot and all that. I hope I’m not wrong, at least…”

  “Shouri, I also regret not spending a lot of time with you. Thanks for being so chill with me though. I was looking forward to getting to know you more because you seem like the type of person who is full of stories. I would have loved to know them.” 

  “Chiharu, Good job… I enjoyed some of our conversations but what can I say besides that? Oh! I know… It’s ironic… I hope it was worth it, huh? You and Hisashi working together through a little murder mind link… It cost you the one person who truly mattered to you. Can’t imagine you’ll be sleeping at night. I hope you rot… You should be here, not me… Not Shizuka. I can’t believe I defended you even a little.”

  “Ami, thank you… You have been a great friend and I’m happy to have met you. I think you’re such an amazing person… I hope you get out of here, with Ely too. It was fun getting to know you. Ha… Will you still rob my family for me? Just one last fuck you to them. I’d like that.”

  “Arisa, I bet you hate me know for shitting on Hisashi. Whatever, it doesn’t matter considering I’m not gonna be alive in a bit. What can I say… For a little bit we sort of… felt like sisters? Joking and teasing each other. It is what I imagined what having a sister is like, it was nice… It also fits… because I hate my siblings and I still hate you… We’re still two pathetic people, it seems.”

  “Shizuka, I’m… Sorry. We just both drew the short sticks, it seems. It was nice to play in the snow with you. Can’t say more than that.”

  “Aria, … I fucked up a lot of things here, I’ll admit it, and I don’t regret a lot of it but… I regret how I treated you. I wanted to be your friend for some reason but y’know. Burned bridges, yeah? … I hope you find happiness. I mean, we’re in charge of finding that happiness for ourselves so I hope you find it someday before it’s too late.”

  “Al, thank you… I know we started off on the wrong foot but I’m glad we’re friends. You made me feel cherished, you did. I hope I made you feel a little loved because I think you deserved it. Please remember that the people here love you… You’re going to be okay one day.”

  “Aina, I… I’m sorry I can’t be that friend you deserve. I wish I could have been. It must be really hard being you. I just hope you get out to your daughter. The world has a shortage of good parents so it would be just sad if something happened to you.”

  “Ely, I know you don’t believe in the whole hero stuff anymore but maybe the world needs more heroes. It was cool, despite what I said. That was just me being a bitch. I’m sorry this place is breaking you and I’m so sorry about your sister… She loved you so you must have been a good sister.”

  “Kamiya, guess we can’t do that collab now, huh? It sounded like it was going to be fun… You are so fucking good, man. You’re so unbelievably good. I don’t understand you at all but I’m glad I got to meet someone like you…”

Wakako finally leaves her podium and walks directly to Hisato. She simply takes off Iago’s cardigan and leaves it on his podium. 

  “Hisato, do me a favor and return this to his grave… I don’t want it to get ruined where I’m going. Um… Thank you. You were an amazing friend, Hisato. I… God, I hope you get out of here. Reconnect with your little sister. Be a good big brother. I know you will… I love you, Hisato. I didn’t deserve all the kindness you gave me.”

And finally she turns to the space Hisashi is standing in. For a moment her eyes drift to the knife in his hands. Her trembling stops and she gives him such a big smile. 

“Hisashi, … I should have done this a long time ago.”

With nothing to lose Wakako charges him. She doesn’t care. She is going to die in a few minutes so she does not care. The world isn’t fair to her so why not lose it. Wakako doesn’t care if that knife ends up in her, she isn’t afraid of the pain or of him, not anymore when it’s all going to go away. 

[TW for strangulation]

  She tackles him to the floor with unbridled rage. Somehow Wakako gets her hands around his throat and starts to squeeze. She wants him to feel what she felt, even for a moment… Wakako knows he won’t but she wants to pretend.

 —

Hisashi sees her coming, of course. Sees her, watches her as she runs. Charges. It’s the vulture come to steal the predator’s prey, except –

He’s on the ground quick, and he’s staring up at her, expression blank. Hisashi doesn’t move, and his voice is strained as she grips his throat.

“…Get on with it, then.”

He lifts his hand with the knife – and releases it, blade clattering to the floor. 

“Make it – make it mean something. You’re dying anyway, aren’t you? Might as well t – take me along for the – ahah – the ride. Sn – snuff me out yourself. Just – ah – a word of - of warning. From one murderer to another, hm?”

Hisashi smiles. It seems oddly genuine – even the way his voice strains from something other than the physical pressure.

“You won’t feel anything.”

—

Staring. She is just staring down at him.  Killing him here won’t take back everything he has done to her, to the others. Will it make her feel any better? Maybe… Or maybe she is tainting herself in her final moments. 

Before anyone can pull her off Wakako lifts a fist up and drives it downward, a loud and sickly crack rings out. 

Wakako breaks her hand but she also breaks Hisashi’s nose. 

“You’re right, but you’re going to be feeling that for awhile.”

She wipes the blood onto his shirt since she wants to be clean in her final moments.  Wakako gets off of Hisashi, kicking his knife away from him as one final petty move of hopeless rage before crossing the circle and returning to her podium. 

“… I guess this is it, guys.”

[gospacegay]

LRTIHEW: Part Seventeen

The title stands for “Longest Rusame Thing I Have Ever Written”.

First Chapter: https://gospacegay.tumblr.com/post/165808913233/lrtihew-part-one

Previous Chapter: https://gospacegay.tumblr.com/post/166426662663/lrtihew-part-sixteen

There is swearing, fluff, eventual smut, insanity, and lord knows what else

Ivan listened to his guest's rambling, then stared into his tea cup. “I do not think I will be welcome at this event, Alfred. I decline your offer.” he replied honestly. “Oh come on. It's not like you'll be doing anything else, cat man.” the American goaded. Russian huffed, reminded of why he tried to kill Alfred so long ago. Suddenly the wrapped present came to mind.

A spark of light in this dark conversation, Ivan smiled for real. “What?” Alfred asked suspiciously. “Oh, nothing. Just that I have a surprise, America.” The Russian informed teasingly, looking smug. “You're not gonna blow something up are you?” the tanned nation asked bluntly. “No, nothing so... elaborate. I will show you, yes?” Ivan responded with glee. It was fun to watch people overreact to nothing.

After a few suspenseful moments, the purple eyed Slav finally got up to reveal the surprise. He returned from the coat closet with a newspaper wrapped box. Alfred eyed it critically as it was handed to him. “And this is... ?” he trailed off questioningly, slowly tilting the light package. “Happy early birthday, America. I wish upon you many more years of success.” Ivan explained, sincerely meaning it.

Alfred tore into the present with no warning, an excited child. The box was shredded in moments. The colorful tissue paper was revealed beneath, pausing his frenzy. America gingerly removed a black and blue sweater, the texture plush. “It's so soft! Where did you buy it?” he asked, pulling it over his head. It was slightly baggy, but a good fit.

“I'm offended. I made that personally.” Ivan scoffed, not really upset. “Cool... and a dagger?” Alfred wondered, picking up a sheathed knife. “Oh. Yes. It is an excellent letter opener. I gutted a Nazi officer with it in 1944.” Ivan informed pleasantly. There was a pause, and he wondered if the historically gory weapon was in poor taste.

“Holy fuck that's so cool!” Alfred gushed, taking the perilously sharp weapon out. Examining the blade, the younger nation asked “Is there like, still Nazi blood on it?” Oh, Ivan's cold heart was alight at this moment, bursting with joy at being understood. Destroying lives was bad, but the adrenaline rush of combat felt amazing. Having a just cause increased the high. “No. It would have corroded the blade over time. I did take a picture though.” the Russian informed calmly. “I'll take the picture too... if that's chill with you. Make it a matching set, ya know?” Alfred replied, enamored with his new gifts.

Ivan was pleased and impressed. He never even thought of making the historical pieces a matching pair. He slipped the dagger in hesitantly before. If Alfred was freaked out by it, Ivan would pass it off as a sick joke. A typical Braginsky maneuver as expected by most non-trusting nations. Instead the war mongering American was loving the gesture, completely unafraid.

Maybe. Maybe they could be friends. They did have a few hobbies in common. The internet had mentioned sharing hobbies was very important. “I... will visit on the day of your birthday party, Alfred. For a short time.” Ivan answered cautiously, wringing his hands. “Cool man. I look forward to it.” the American replied. “I will not be partying with the others.” Ivan insisted stiffly. “Got it. Zero tolerance for fun. The mighty Russian Federation has no need for this fun, for it is too inefficient. Beep boop.” Alfred teased in a robotic voice, a twinkle in his baby blue eyes.

Ivan frowned, but said nothing. With no audience, there was no point to insulting his guest. “So... what ya doing?” Alfred prompted, childish like always. “I was working. I was... talking with Koshka about my evening plans.” Ivan replied, uncomfortable without their usual banter.

Alfred whistled, brows raised, before saying “You talk to your dead cat for company? Holy shit... Wow. Okay. You. Me, we're doing something today. Something that living normal people do.” “Like what?” Ivan grumbled, already annoyed. “I don't know. Stuff. What do you do normally?” Alfred asked, resuming his quest to kill every cookie on the platter.

Ivan had to think about that. It had been a while since he last went out. “I work, and train with weights, and... fish a few times a year. I go bear hunting in the fall. I go to the shooting range to test new gun models for my boss. I travel a lot, but that's for work. I read, I knit... I... that is it.” he summarized. Ivan also painted, but he viewed the hobby as a feminine one. It would only be fuel for ridicule from others. He also drank to numb intense loneliness, but it was more of a crutch than a habit. Not that he felt alone. That would mean having weaknesses.

“So adventurous. So I saw a flyer for this festival. I think we'll go.” Alfred said, sarcasm fading to genuine interest. After a bit, his foot was fully operational again. After an hour's drive to Pushkino, a small city north of Moscow, they arrived at a carnival. The sun, as well as sunflowers and horses, was a prevailing theme. “A summer solstice fair.” Ivan breathed, feeling a tingle of excitement. “I almost forgot I had those.” he said quietly. There was authentic Russian cooking abound at food stalls. There was small games and a petting zoo. As Alfred dragged Ivan to everything in sight, he made cheers and crows of delight. Russia was slowly acclimating to the atmosphere of joy radiating from the young Russians around him.

After feeding some goats at the petting zoo area, America was talking a mile a minute. “... and Mattie was totally pissed, but whatever. He's not mad at me now that –” The honey blonde tripped on a small rock, landing face first in a mud puddle. The classic comedy of the situation was undeniable. A ripple of laughter escaped Ivan, followed by another. When Alfred squinted in anger with a mud streaked expression, the Russian roared jubilantly, clutching his gut.

“You're a dick.” Alfred pouted, mourning his white cotton shirt. Catching his breath, Ivan pulled the muddied blonde off the ground. “Thank you, America. I am most entertained.” he said with a smirk. All too soon, both their cell phones were going off. America's boss sounded livid, faded Russian accent audible from a few feet away.

“Yes, sir. I know, I know... I'll go try again.” Alfred whined, rolling his eyes. He hung up, Ivan also finished attending to work texts. His superiors had no clue he was blowing off work for a summer fair. “Fuck. I have to go renegotiate with China again.” the younger nation sighed, running a hand through golden locks. Ivan imagined Kozlov scolding America like a mother hen over the phone. The scene was a funny one.

“You said they were not going well.” Ivan prompted conversation while buying a candied apple. “No. I want to start paying him back but the interest rate is like a million percent. There's no point if the interest is higher than the minimum payment.” Alfred lamented, walking along. The Russian nodded, following beside him. Licking his candy apple in thought, Ivan came to a conclusion.

“I will come with you.” Ivan stated authoritatively. “But... why?” Alfred wondered, baffled. Ivan remained silent, lighting another cigarette. “Um... well. Okay I guess. I'll let the boss know, then we can head off.” the American continued, dialing a number. Ivan ended the process before it could be finished. “No. No one will know.” the Russian ordered, staring Alfred in the eyes. There was a tense moment, then Alfred shrugged. “Fine. Be weird.” he scoffed.

[bobafetts-princess]

Not My Type

Description: The boys and the Reader are on a case they can’t solve, so they call in for help.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count:

Warnings: Smuuuuuttttttttt, little dirty talk, jealousy, cursing, the usual.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! I hope you guys enjoy reading it just as much! As always, my requests are open so feel free so shoot some ideas my way. 

Tagging: @but-deans-back-tho @its-my-perky-nipples @thebunkerismyhome @deanscolette @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @tssweets @supernaturalimagine @kittenofdoomage

  You sighed because this godforsaken vampire case was getting out of hand. Four girls were dead, three more were missing and you were struggling with luring this thing in. You glanced out from behind your computer screen at Sam and Dean. They were doing research trying to see if there was something in the tendencies that they missed. The hardest part was finding someone who fit the vampires type. It was exactly the opposite of you, so they couldn't use you as bait. It didn’t matter what you tried, this vamp was avoiding you at all costs. You were stressed. You didn't want anymore women going missing, and you didn't want anymore to die. You were running out of options and you didn't know what else to do.   "I give. We're gonna have to call for backup." Dean said, flopping his arms down on his computer, closing it. "We are the backup, Dean." Sam retaliated, exasperation coloring his features. "No. Jenna isn't far from here last time I heard. She fits the vamps type." Jenna? Who the fuck is Jenna?? You thought to yourself, choosing to keep your mouth shut. "I wonder why she didn't take on the case?" Sam asked. "I dunno. I don't think she's hunting as much lately. Last time we hunted with her, she almost died. Remember?" "Yeah I remember. It was our fault. How could I forget?" "How was it your fault?" You chimed in, curiosity getting the better of you. "She got captured by a Djinn. We almost didn't find her and get her to a hospital before he sucked the life out of her. She wasn't supposed to be out of our sight and we lost her in the warehouse." Dean's feelings about the situation evident. He was still upset that it had even happened and he didn't want to think about it. "It wasn't completely your fault. Besides, she made it out alive." You reminded him, hating seeing Dean beating himself up. "It was basically our fault. We shouldn't have lost her." Sam chimed in and you could see the hurt and frustration on both of their faces when they talked about it. "How well did you guys know her?" You probed, wanting to know more about this mysterious Jenna. "Well Dean knew her better than I did." Sam told you, turning to look directly at Dean. "Shut up dude, no I didn't." Dean retorted, clearly uncomfortable. "Yes, you did. Unless I was forced to listen to the walls scream half the night" Sam told him, causing Dean to turn red and grimace. Your blood boiled at the thought of another woman with Dean. You'd had a crush on Dean since he and Sam had rescued you from a werewolf a couple years ago. Since then, it had blown into full on, toe curling, keep you awake at night, head over heels love. On your end, at least. You were 99% sure that Dean didn't reciprocate your feelings in the slightest. You tried not to let this unknown woman bother you. You knew Dean wasn't a monk any more than you were a nun but you still weren't sure you wanted to be around someone who had history with him. "I think we should at least call her. She might be able to help us out." Sam decided, pulling out his cell and flipping through his contacts. "Dean, maybe you should be the one to call her. You guys were friendlier than she and I were. Do you still have her number? I can’t find it in my phone." "Fine. But I don’t think she’ll come. I’m sure I’ve got it here somewhere." Dean conceded as he picked up the phone and searched through his contacts. He sighed out of frustration when he found her name, shooting Sam a look of slight disdain when he put the phone up to his ear.   "Yeah, hey, Jenna, what's up?" He said and it surprised you a little bit that he seemed nervous. A small, feminine voice came through the phone, but you couldn’t discern what it was saying. "Not much. Hunting around your area. We were actually hoping you could come and help us out." He said, and you heard silence from the other end of the phone. "Jenna?" He prodded, and you could tell he was hoping she hadn't hung up on him. You heard a loud burst of noise from the other end of the phone and Dean winced, holding the phone slightly away from his ear. You perked up for a second, thinking she’d hung up on him when he started speaking again. "You'll come help??" Dean asked, incredulously. You deflated immediately. This was exactly what you didn't want. You were sure that Dean would still be attracted to her and you weren't sure your heart could handle that. "Okay cool. We'll see you in a couple hours." Dean said, smugness seeping through his tone of voice, even though he was still seemed nervous. "Jenna is going to come help us out. She said she'll be here around 6 tonight. That gives us a couple hours to come up with a plan." He said, clearly satisfied with himself as he settled down on the bed for a quick nap. A car rumbled in the parking lot a couple hours later and your stomach dropped, you know it was Jenna. A small knock from the entrance to the motel caused your anxiety about the situation to spike and you weren't sure how you were going handle all this. Sam got up to answer it since Dean was taking a nap and Jenna walked in, taking your breath away. She was tall, fit and had an air of confidence that surrounded her and you were instantly jealous. Her eyes surveyed the room and she flipped her hair over her shoulder as they fell on you. "You must be Y/N. I'd heard they were hunting with someone." She didn't say it with disdain or contempt, she was just curious. If she didn’t have history with Dean, you felt like the two of you could probably get along. She walked towards you and you were amazed at how effortless her stride was. She stuck her hand out. Saying "I'm Jenna. I don't know how much these two have told you about me, but I promise I'm nicer than they've probably made me out to be." She said, flashing you a genuine smile. "I actually haven't heard much, just that you’ve hunted with them." You responded, standing to shake her hand. "Good. Then you can make your own deductions about me!" She said with a small laugh. You smiled back at her, trying to figure out whether you should like her or hate her. She turned to face Sam and catch up on the case you were working on while you took the opportunity to wake Dean to let him know she was here. You shook him gently, knowing he would be aggressive if he was woken up too harshly. His emerald green eyes opened and registered you and he flashed you a beautiful smile before asking why you were waking him up.   "Jenna is here. Sam's running through the plan for tonight with her." "Oh cool. Thanks for letting me sleep. I was exhausted." He said, swinging his legs to the side of the bed and standing up, leaving your shorter frame dwarfed in his. "Hey Jenna. What's up?" He said, attempting to be nonchalant.  She stalked over towards him, her long, toned legs carrying towards him. "Hey Dean, how ya been?" She said, poking him in the chest with her fingers and dropping her eyelids in a sexy manner. You saw Dean gulp, but you weren't sure if it was because he was nervous or because she looked so damn good doing whatever she was doing. "I've been good, Jenna. How are you?" Dean asked, stepping out from behind her fingers. "I'm good, Dean-O. Little disappointed I haven't heard from you in a while." She said, letting her lips drop into a sexy pout. "Sorry, we've been busy hunting. A lot. And we met Y/N here, so we've been trying to get her acclimated with our lifestyle." He waved a hand in your general direction and you had to resist the urge to wave at someone you’d already met. "Ah, yes. I've met her already. I like her. She seems calm, unlike the two of you." She tossed a smile your way and it was so infectious that you couldn't help it smile back. "We like her too." Sam said, butting in and wrapping his arm around your shoulder and giving you a side hug. You basked in the momentary warmth, forgetting how jealous you were of Jenna. Until she wrapped long fingers around Dean's bicep and looked up at him through her lashes. Dean loudly cleared his throat and stepped away from her hand. "So, did you talk about the plan?" Dean said and you could sense he may have been a bit uncomfortable about having Jenna there. You chalked it up to her near-death experience that Dean had been involved in and you brushed it off. "Yes! Sammy told me that Y/N and I would be together off and you two would be watching for anyone watching us. Hopefully we can catch this fucker and put him down." She said, you caught Sam grimace out of the corner of your eye at the nickname and you had to repress a giggle. You sighed at the plan though, you hated the idea of spending a couple hours with her, but maybe she wouldn't be so bad. She seemed nice but if she kept hitting on Dean, the two of you might have issues. Maybe. You didn't want Dean to know you had feelings, but you didn't know if you could handle him sleeping with his girl. "Alright. Let's get ready to head out. Y/N and Jenna, take your car. Sammy and I will take mine. We don't need to be seen showing up together." Dean instructed. You grabbed your bag, gathering yourself to change into your "club clothes" and headed towards the bathroom. You picked out a maroon V-necked, long-sleeved shirt with your black skinny jeans and some black flats. You had a feeling you'd be running tonight and heels would be completely idiotic for you to wear. You did your makeup, a slight smoky eye with some dark lipstick that matched your shirt. You felt good about what you were wearing and you couldn't wait for Dean to see you. You walked out of the bathroom and saw Jenna almost sitting on Dean's lap, whispering something to him. "Oh hey!" She said, noting you as you walked out of the bathroom, and wrapping an arm around Dean's shoulders. "Dean and I were just catching up. I love your outfit. It looks so good on you!" Dean looked tense and uncomfortable under her arm and you couldn't figure out why. "Oh. Thanks. I hope it's appropriate." You said, chewing nervously on your lip. "It is, don’t worry! I love it. I'm going to get changed into my clothes too." She said, jumping up off Dean's lap and giving him a small peck on the cheek, causing him to turn red and hunch away from her. As she entered the bathroom, you faced Dean and asked him "What the hell is your problem? Why are you acting so weird??" "Don't worry about it. It won't affect the case." "I don't give a fuck about the case right now. Why are you acting so odd??" “None of your damn business, Y/N. Let it go.” He said, his tone and the fact that he stalked outside made it clear that he wasn’t going to discuss it with you any further. You shot Sam a quizzical look, which he pointedly ignored as he followed Dean out the front door. You moved to follow them outside and figure out what the hell was happening when Jenna came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a mid-thigh length white dress that hugged her curves. She had on a pair of gorgeous gold pump that complimented her dress and matching eyeliner and you couldn’t help but awe at how amazing she looked. “Where’s Sam and Dean?” She asked, glancing around the room. “Outside. Dean is grouchy, but I’m not sure why.” You said, shooting a confused look at the closed door. “I think it’s because of me.” Jenna said, as she hung her head. “You? What the hell did you do?” “I think Dean's interested in someone else. That’s why I’m trying to make him uncomfortable so he’ll make a move.” She answered you. What the fuck is going on??? You thought to yourself. “What?” “Just go talk to him. I’m sure he’ll explain everything.” Jenna said, with a smile. “Oooookkaayyy…” You responded, before walking towards the front door. You gently pushed it open, expecting to see Sam or Dean next to the door, but they weren't there. You looked for the Impala and saw Dean sitting in the drivers seat, talking to Sam. You decided to give them a minute before disturbing them. You didn't get much time to let them talk, before Dean was out of the car and headed your way. “Dean, what’s going-“ You tried asking him but your breath left your body as he shoved you up against the wall next to the door and kissed you roughly. He pulled away much too soon and rested his head against yours. “I’ve wanted to do that since we’ve met.” He whispered. “What?” You answered back, feeling like that was the only word you knew. “I’ve been crazy about you from the moment I met you, Y/N. I just didn’t have the guts to do anything until Jenna basically made me.” “What? What does that even mean?” You asked, breathless. “It means that I’m crazy about you. I’m sorry I didn’t get it figured out sooner.” He said, leaning back in and kissing you softly. “I knew it. That’s what I was telling Dean when you came out of the bathroom. I told him that if he didn’t tell you how he felt, I would.” Came a soft voice from the now open door. You looked towards it, finding Jenna smirking at you and Dean with Sam standing triumphantly behind her. “So, Sam and I heading to the club a little early, to have a drink and scope the place out to see if anyone looks suspicious. That means the motel will be free for a while.” She told you with a wink before turning and walking to her car with Sam and pulling out of the parking lot. “The room will be ours for a while,” Dean said, sliding his hand over the curve of your waist and dropping it down to the curve of your ass, “and I think we should take advantage of it.” He whispered the last part, ghosting his lips over your neck before moving his lips to connect back with your mouth. He kissed you furiously, you could taste his pent-up desire as he pushed you backwards towards the open door and the bed in the room. “Do you want to do this? Do you even feel the same way?” Dean stopped in the doorway, eyeballing you nervously like you’d say no. “Dean, you’re an idiot. I’ve felt the same way about you from the moment we met.” You smiled up at him, grasping the front of his shirt in your hands and pulling him closer. You took the lead, turning him around and pushing him backwards towards the bed until he landed on it with a thump. You clamored atop him, straddling his narrow waist, and lowered your head to nip at his collarbone. He groaned loudly and you took that as the cue to move a little lower and test the waters. You slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing your way down his chest until you reached his belt buckle. He sat up, reaching for you, and you took the opportunity to push the shirt off his shoulders and grasp his shirt from the back to pull it off. Your lips met again as Dean began working at your shirt, freeing it from your jeans and he pulled it off with vigor and tossed it across the room. Without warning, he switched your positons so that he was on top and in control as he started working the buttons on your jeans before pulling them off and tossing them in the same corner as your shirt. He pulled back to admire your semi-naked form, not realizing you’d forgone a bra due to the nature of the back of your shirt and he was pleasantly surprised by it. “No bra, huh?” He asked, smirking. “Nah, can’t wear one with this shirt. Do you like it?” You responded, feeling cheeky. He reached down, cupping your breasts with adoration and whispered a breathy yes before lowering his head and taking one of your peaked nipples in his mouth. You arched, the feeling of his soft lips and hot tongue scorching your skin as he sucked the peak, hard. His opposite hand toyed with your free nipple, pulling it into the same hard peak as the first. “You like that?” He asked, releasing your nipple and traversing his way across your breastbone to give the same treatment to your other nipple. “Uh, yes, Dean.” You groaned out, feeling the wetness pool in your panties as he tormented you with his mouth. Suddenly, he released your nipple, kissing his way down your stomach, stopping only to dip his tongue in your belly-button, surprising you, but not in a bad way. As he reached the apex of your thighs, your breath hitched, not sure what to expect from Dean. He ran his index finger lightly over your clothed slit, lightly brushing your clit which caused you to jump slightly. “Shhh, babygirl. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered, grabbing the sides of your lacey pink panties and working them down your legs. He tossed the underwear over his shoulder, a hungry look in his eyes, and pushed your legs apart, admiring your sex. He leaned forwards, brushing your inner thighs with featherlight kisses, his scruff scratching your legs pleasantly. His thick fingers dug into your hips as he worked his way to your sex and you couldn’t help but groan in pleasure. When he finally reached your sex, his tongue darted out, tasting and testing what you liked best and what he liked best. Finally, he licked one thick stripe through your sex, making your back arch and you to cry out loudly. Dean continued his attack on your pussy, doing things to make you writhe and cry out and beg for more. When he knew you couldn’t take it anymore, he sucked your throbbing clit between his perfectly plump lips and pushed you over the edge into a hard orgasm. When you finally came back down from your high, Dean was working his way up your body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He reached your mouth, almost hesitant to kiss you with your juices dripping off his chin but you were having none of that and pulled him in for a deep kiss. You tasted yourself on him and you initially thought it would be odd, but you truly loved the taste, you couldn’t get enough. Deans fingers slowly worked your throbbing clit over, and the other palmed himself through his jeans. “C’mon babe, get those off.” You whispered, gesturing towards his jeans and the tent that sat there. You sat up, reaching for the buckle and intending to return the favor but Dean held your hands at bay, reaching in his back pocket and producing a condom before pushing down his jeans and rolling it on. You got an up-close and personal view of his rock-hard cock and just the sight of it was enough to almost give you another orgasm. He pushed you backwards, climbing on the bed with you and settling himself between your thighs. “I’d much rather be buried in your pussy than your mouth right now, are you ready?” He asked, and you raised yourself up on your elbows to watch what he was doing. He slid his cock between your lips, wetting his tip to prep himself for entering you. “Fuck.” You responded, tossing your head back and enjoying the feeling of his head brushing over your clit. “I said, are you ready?” Dean asked, more sternly. He wanted you to answer him with words, not body language. “Maybe.” You responded, teasing him. He answered your teases by slapping your clit with his cock, making you cry out for more. “You have to answer me before I give it to you.” He said, rubbing you just the right way, figuratively and literally. “Fuck. Yes, Dean. I’m so fucking ready.” You told him and he wasted no time in pushing into your dripping wet entrance. “Holy shit. Your pussy feels so good.” He told you, moving slowly so he didn’t hurt you. Once he was fully sheathed inside you, he pulled your leg up to give himself better access and began thrusting, slowly but efficiently. He had you begging for more in no time at all and it didn’t take long for him to lose control and begin giving everything he had. Soon, you felt another orgasm building and you tossed your head back and just enjoyed the sensation of Dean pounding you. Your pussy began clenching down on him, bringing both of you to the brink. He reached a hand between your bodies, finding your clit with ease and finally pushing you over the brink. “Come on, Dean. Come for me.” You encouraged, raking your nails down his chest and clamping down on his cock just right. “Ah. Fuck. I’m gonna come, Y/N.” He told you, releasing your leg and burying his face in your neck as he rolled through his orgasm. He rolled off you, sliding to the side to wrap his arm around your waist, kissing you behind the ear as he did so. “That was amazing. I’m not sure why I didn’t do that sooner.” You were so exhausted that all you could do was nod your agreement before rolling over to kiss him solidly on the lips. “I like you, Dean Winchester.” You said, establishing your feelings for him out loud. “I like you too, Y/N.” He said back, pecking you on the lips before standing up and pulling on his pants and tossing you your panties. “C’mon, babe. We’ve got a vamp to take down. They’ll be waiting on us. We’re going to have to get our our own hotel room tonight too, because I want round two with you.” He reiterated, bending down to kiss you soundly on the mouth, winding his fingers through your hair. You were so awestruck at the sight of a shirtless Dean calling you babe that you couldn’t do much but kiss him back and thank the lucky stars for Jenna.

[skankovichmarauder]

Chapter 3

Sirius knew his way around the castle better than even the most seasoned Head Boy or Girl. Impressed, I could barely feel anything over the adrenaline coursing thru my nervous system. Not only had I ditched out of a detention, but I was finally alone with the first boy who had peaked my interests; the only thing before him that arouse any sort of fanciful emotion were the books I read during summer break. We twisted and turned around the corridors until, finally, we found the statue of a hunch backed witch. “What I’m about to show you is gonna change you entire perspective on me,” he whispered. “For the better?” I asked. “I hope,” he smiled then tapped the witch, muttered a spell, and the hunch back slid off. Ushering me inside, I paused momentarily. “Do you out trust me?” He offered me his hand. Nodding, I gripped it and plunged into to the all encompassing darkness. The fall felt like it lasted an eternity, only because the pitch black was disorienting. I landed with an audible thud, then heard Sirius plop next to me shortly after. “Still gotta get used to that,” his voice rang out somewhere near me. “Lumos!” I pointed my wand directly in front of me. Dank and cool, we had landed in a dungeon esque setting. “Where are we?” I shone the light around us. “Beneath the school,” Sirius said beside me. “Follow me,” his arm brushed mine as he passed. We walked the length of the tunnel for a good while. The ground was slick and I had to be careful not to lose my footing. Another eternity passed and suddenly the ground changed; the wall lowered and the floor rose and we had damn near started to crawl. Finally, Sirius held out his hand for me to stop. I obliged. He had pulled out his own wand and shone his own light upon what appeared to be a cellar door. “Ready for this?” He could barely contain the excitement from his voice. The intensity of the moment threatened to overwhelm me. The adrenaline that had fueled me was causing my chest to hurt. Unable to speak, I nodded my head, ready as I’d ever be. Sirius threw open the door and whispered “Knox,” to his wand. Following suit, I extinguished my own. Thru the door was a cellar, across the cellar, a set of steps. Walking up them, we entered a store Mandy and I frequented during our trips to Hogsmeade: Honeydukes. Amazed, I walked the aisles like a child in a utopia. Unable to speak, I touched my fingertips along the plastic wrappings of the sweets. Sirius watched me, a smug look on his face. “Something else, huh?” Still in shock, I turned and nodded fervently. “Taken whatever you’d like!” He motioned his hand across the colorful spread of treats. Abiding, I grabbed chocolate frogs and fizzing whiz bees. Sirius grabbed his own and led me to the back of the counter, where we sat together, our backs to the drawers, knees touching, the pile of stolen sweets in a pile between us. “Tell me something,” I started, opening the chocolate frog and turning the card that came with it between my fingers. “What’s that?” Sirius responded thru a mouthful of pumpkin pasties. “How did you know about that path?” I popped half of the frog into my mouth. Swallowing, Sirius paused before giving me a look of appraisal. Whatever it was he was trying to determine, he did so in a matter of seconds. Apparently I passed whatever psychic test he put me under cause he went on to answer my question. “My mates and I like to explore.” They way he said he made it out to be no big deal, so I reacted as such. “So, like, it’s your thing?” I said jokingly, hoping to come off as non chalantly as he did. Side eyeing me, the beginnings of a smirk formed on his face. “You could say,” he tossed a pastie onto the air and caught it with his mouth. “We’re working on a map,” he finished after he gulped down his candy. “What kind of map?” I asked, genuinely fascinated. With an 'I thought you'd never ask' look, he swallowed what was in his mouth again, the told me, "it's a map of Hogwarts and the grounds. It's just an idea but I've learned this charm that allows you to keep track of whoever is in any given area at any time," he polled a scroll of parchment out of his pocket. At a glance, I saw three sentences scribbled at the top; it was our detention assignment. Sirius flipped the paper over, tapped his wand and muttered a spell under his breath. "Voila," he handed me the paper. On the parchment, two figures blossomed. Side by side. Squares formed across the sheet and I realized they took on the form of Honeydukes. Beneath the dots, in a writing style as close to calligraphy as one could get without actually being calligraphy, we're our names: Sirius Black and Harlow Cage. "Cage," Sirius noted. "That's different." Embarrassed, I told the story I'd been told since birth, "my mom didn't know who my dad was. So she made a last name up. " I looked away from him, putting my focus on the mountain of candy before us instead. Swallowing, I couldn't get rid of the lump thay had formed in my throat. Changing the subject, Sirius asked, "You know the Milkoviches from outside of here?" Seizing the topic, I nodded, adding, " the Gallaghers, too." Shaking my head of it all, I went back to his map, "but you do realize, this is fucking genuis, right?" Smiling, Sirius allowed my to examine it thoroughly. A spell of this caliber was far beyond the stuff they were teaching us in fifth year. "Ever think they should've pit you in Ravenclaw?" I joked. "It took all I had convincing it not to put me in Slytherin with the rest of my family," Sirius tossed his hair outta his eyes. His tone got sour. "Mandy told me she was there with Regulus," I glanced over at him. "If grew up with her. We were shocked when the hat separated us. But then again, it split up the Gallaghers, too: Fiona went to Gryffindor, Lip to Ravenclaw, Ian to Gryffindor... Mandy's dad nearly had a shit fit when Mickey got sent to Gryffindor. " I chuckled humorlessly, remembering the summer when Mickey basically lived at my house for fear of his dad killing him. Terry Milkovich had a hard enough time admitting he had produced a witch and two wizards when he himself was a Squib. "You make America sound so..." Sirius searched for the right word. "Dysfunctional?" I helped. Letting it roll around, Sirius decided that that w a small in fact the impression I gave off. "Yeah," he confirmed. "Definitely.." Seizing the opportunity, I asked him to tell me about himself. "What do you wanna know?" "Anything. Everything." "You sure?" "Never been more sure of anything in my life." This made Sirius laugh. "Alright," he started, "Well, I, too, come from a family of prats. Pure blood garbage, Slytherin House pride, the whole lot. Obviously, I disagree with everything they stand for." He tossed another pastie into the air. Swatting at it, I interfered with his catch. "So, what am I? Some type of rebelling for you?" I joked, popping the pastie into my own mouth. "What makes you say that?" he chuckled. A little surprised, I told him, "I'm No-Maj born.." Sirius looked confused. "Pardon?" He tilted his head toward me, as of to hear me better. "Shit, that's right!" After 5 years of attending a British boarding school hadn't helped to rid me of my American vernacular. "Muggle born," I amended. Sirius paused, looked at me, then asked, "You're muggle born? Fascinating.." he looked into the air as tho ruminating it over in his mind. "Is that ... bad?" Sirius shook his head no. "Not at all. In fact, it's kind of a turn on." His knee suddenly burned hot on mine. He placed his hand where they met. "That's the good thing about you Yanks," he leaned toward me, his breathe caressing my cheek. "Nobody here knows anything about your lineage because nobody here understands what in the bloody hell you're saying," his lips again brushed my cheek; this time, I was ready. I turned my head so that his lips met my own. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I got my first kiss.

[gracieisnotmuchofawriter]

Process of Getting Closer II

I don’t know what Jude is, they’re a person I like and that’s all that matters, fuck it.

  It’s the first weekend I haven’t taken my painkillers since school started. The loneliness can leave me paralyzed and wanting to just get away. But Jude is helping a lot, even if they don’t know it, and even if it’s just the first weekend of knowing them.

  Today, we decided to sit outside at this bench just outside of the resident building. We got food from a Taco Bell from down the street, what we ate is irrelevant, but we sat at the bench, the sun setting in front of us. Everything from cars to kids to the architecture shined red and orange, the sky was a washed out blue from the brightness of the sun.

  It was another humid day, the guys and the girls walked around in tank tops, denim shorts, and basketball shorts. Some kids from network administration wore khaki shorts with their polo shirts tucked all the way in. Then you have the few chubbier guys wearing whole ass sweaters, I can relate kinda, I mean, I was wearing a very thin shawl-cardigan-like-thingy even though the air was so fucking thick. Then the amazing, top-notch goth girl in our classes wore a black sweater with a design she made herself, skinny jeans with fishnets visible from the torn slits at the sides. She’s also a ginger. She said hi to us when she went into the resident hall.

  “So what do you think of college?” Jude asked, they take a sip of their drink, looking at me through squinted eyes.

  “It’s okay, I really like how quiet it gets compared to my house, but then I also hate it.” My house isn’t loud per se, it’s just someone’s always up, doing something. I think I’m just used to the noise.

  “You just used to the noise?” They ask, seemingly reading my mind.

  “Yeah, I try to sleep with my computer on, but I’m afraid I’m gonna break it from doing that.” I say, the time my Xbox’s fans stopped cooling everything ran through my head.

  “My roommate has an unopened thirty-two inch for sale, she only wants like seventy bucks.” They said, but I was more interested in something else, “Okay, maybe saying ‘ONLY’ is a bit much considering it’s still seventy dollars and we’re broke college kids.”

  “So your roommates a girl?” I ask, hoping to find an answer.

  “Yeah, they accepted my application late since I wanted to be an RA, or a resident assistant. I got accepted to be one so they just put me up in the last available RA unit. It just happened to be with girls.” Jude shrugs, they take a bite of their food.

  “Doesn’t that seem, I don’t know, a little irresponsible?” I said, taking a drink of my teal sugar water.

  “Yeah, I guess, but I got a bedroom and a bathroom all to myself, I mean, you saw it, would you care if you had all that?” They say with a shrug.

  “You’re right, what’s it like being an RA?” I ask, Jude’s face turns a bright, intense orange as the evening slips away.

  “Looking forward to having no debt at the end of this, but honestly, I wish the school didn’t have a three-strike rule when students get locked out of their dorms. It gets really boring sometimes.” Jude says, taking another sip from their drink.

  “See anything bad happen?” I asked, long forgotten are the basis of Jude’s sex.

  “Like a woman getting roofied or whatever? Nah, guys around here are good boys, thank God.” Jude takes another bite, “Though, I do know some guys around here have anger problems.

   “Apparently, every summer they have to repair some drywall that was sunken in.” Jude shrugs, sipping on her drink.

  “So how are you roommates? Anyone giving you any problems or what’s up? I’m bored.” Jude says as they turn to me, the shadows become sharp and defined from the waning golden hour.

  “Asha forgets her keys a lot...” I say, last weekend, both Saturday and Sunday she called me to let her in after she got off work.

  “Asha? Asha Torres?” Jude says, their voice is filled with curiosity and wonder, I nod at them.

  “Asha paid that third strike fine three times already.” Jude says chuckling.

  “She has a job, so it’s probably no big deal to her, or at least until last weekend.” I say, remembering my food, I take a bite and sip of my fizzy syrup.

  “What does she study?” Jude asked, the orange glow still shimmered off of their face.

  “Hospitality management I think? I don’t know, she’s really into customer service for some reason.” I say, I start passively sipping on my pop, my blood thickens like a model after she makes it big.

  “Explains why she’s so cordial, where does she work?” Jude asks.

  “Hostel One? It’s by the storage place in the Commons, I think.” I say, visualizing the hotel when her and I went to the mall, before my dependency started.

  After a while, the air wasn’t so heavy anymore, the breeze was cool and it made my armpits and boobs less sticky. My face still felt like a grilled cheese sandwich, though. Jude’s face still glowed in the twilight, they were really pretty and handsome. I was exhausted though, my cravings were getting bad, my leg started bouncing and I felt that empty frustration in my stomach. I put my head back in the bench, my hair hung off the back. A gnawing question started to eat away at the back of my neck.

  “Are you gay?” I ask, in a way I regretted it, it felt like it wasn’t any of my business, but then how do you talk about your roommates for an entire weekend?

  “I like how vague the term queer is these days, I fool around with anyone I fancy.” They say matter-of-fact-ly.

  “I thought it was mean to call someone that.” I said as I counted the stars that came into view above me.

  “Not anymore, it’s a word that’s kind of been saved by queers like me.” Jude says, snickering.

  I giggle a bit, they join me, I look over at them and they sit back, same as me, our eyes meet. ‘This feeling is amazing.’ I think.

  “So what kinda genitals are you into?” Jude says, their smile seems genuine, but teasing.

  “Big ones, small ones, innies.” I start giggling again, Jude snickers before they burst into an intense giggle fit.

   “What a way to say vagina.” Jude says, their voice trailing off.

   “I don’t really know what I like, to be honest.” I clarify. There weren’t a lot of people I liked that way in high school, maybe just one person.

   “That’s fine, anyone you crush on in high school or maybe here?” Jude asks, I had a feeling that they were fishing for me to respond positively, but then I don’t really know.

   “I had a bit of relationship develop with this one guy in my choir class.” I think back to this time, before I broke my ankle, before I was prescribed quick-release Oxycodone, before now.

   “He was just a very gentle guy, in a school where most guys were kinda abrasive and annoying, he seemed different.” I say, thinking back to that messy red hair, that sharp jawline, those freckles.

   “We met at this rehearsal, he was a baritone bass, I was a mezzo soprano, it was a team-building exercise to help us find the same notes.” The trees that line the sidewalk rustle in the mild breeze, leaves fall to the ground, sliding across the concrete, I continue,

   “To keep it short, the teacher wasn’t happy with the fact that we both were just mouthing the songs, she also didn’t like that we laughed when we realized we were both doing it.” I chuckle, the choir teacher was incredibly pale. Watching her chest and cheeks and forehead turn the color of a tomato was great.

   “Then—“ I don’t want Jude to know how hurt I still am, “he moved to a different city, all of his friends and I lost touch with him.” I didn’t want to tell Jude the part where he kept texting his friends, talking to them on this community-builder app called Discord or whatever. When his friends found out he hadn’t talked to me since he left—it had been a year at that point—they started to ignore him. I’m not really sure if they actually did, though.

   “You miss him, don’t you?” Jude asks, their voice is gentle, understanding even.

   “I miss everyone I lost touch with.” I turn my head, looking at Jude’s handsome face. A thought barged into my head as I sat there watching them. ‘What’s stopping them from doing the same?’ I try to ignore it, but Jude’s interest reminds me of Robin, they almost look and dress the same, if Robin had white hair, bigger eyes and fuller lips, Jesus they could be twins.

   “You know too much now, I think I have to kill you.” My voice is soft and frank, I look at them with puckered lips and I hope my eyes were puppy-like enough.

   Jude’s face crinkles up into laughter. I join them.

I have a canvas next to my desk, I used stencils I bought at Michael’s when I learned about Ed Ruscha last month. I did a drip painting on another square of canvas. It was a layered monstrosity of browns, blacks, dark greens and white. I grabbed a silver marker and began coloring the stencils. In Futura Bold, all it said was, “Jude Is Temporary”.

   The thoughts of Jude leaving my life was already unbearable. As the time between when we picked up and went back to our rooms to now, all I can think of is that pill bottle. It said ‘Take (1) as needed’, but I haven’t been listening lately. I tried distracting myself from the horrid thought of Jude getting tired of me, but it was strangling me. It even informed what was supposed to be a comforting message. I just really need a way to get out of this headspace. I contemplate calling my aunt and asking to come home for a few days, just so I would be out of the way of my painkillers. I thought about walking up to her, hugging her and telling her I’m sorry for disappointing her so much. Then I’d confess to abusing my painkillers.

   “Hey Amber, wanna go out and get dinner—, that’s fucking cool.” Asha says, pointing at my painting.

Amber