#the other day my girlfriend walked up behind me & goes hey shadow

[the-fruitiest-fae]

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[stillnotyourmusebitch]

Feel free to ignore! Sinner!Adam x GN!Reader where Adam sucks up his pride, goes to the hotel, and although practically nobody wants him there, Charlie gives him a chance for redemption and puts Reader in charge of watching over him and helping him adjust because they were mostly neutral with him. So maybe just some moments of them bonding and actually becoming close?

OH MY GODS!!! I am so sorry this took me so damn long. I really wanted to make this fic the best it could be. I really hope you like it. Again I feel like I might have slighlty strayed for the prompt but I really do hope it is what you wanted Nonnie

The small things - Sinner!Adam x GN!reader

Warnings Angst-Hurt/comfort-fluff

When Adam woke up in a shit stained back alley of Hell, oh how he screamed an extremely blasphemous bloody murder for hours upon hours upon . . . well you get the idea. The other demons that happened to be walking past carried on by unphased. Yes, some did take a sneak peek of the newly fallen angel throwing a massive child-like tantrum, but most didn’t give a rat’s ass about what he was going through. This is Hell after all, everybody’s got problems.  

Adam finally calmed down enough to crawl out of the rancid gutter. It took a moment for him to gain his bearings, seeming to have found himself in the pride ring. Which meant he was in the same rung of hell as that fucking hotel. Whoever's idea of this sick fucking joke was going to get ripped a new one. He shouldn’t be here. Why was he here?

He doesn’t remember walking but soon he found himself in front of the shadow of a much larger and grander looking Hazbin Hotel.  

He seemed to snap back to himself. Why the fuck did he subconsciously walk to the threshold of the one place that would most likely give him his second death on the spot? But that doesn’t stop him from raising a fist and knocking obnoxiously loud. He’d been in Hell for all of about 5 hours now and it was hard to tell what time of day it was down here without a watch. He didn’t have jack shit on him when he woke up, just a grubby, ripped up pair of sweats.

The door finally opened up to Lucifer’s yawning brat. Her eyes went wide seeing him there.

“Adam?” She was more confused than he had been as to why he was down here, let alone in demon form. “What. What are you doing here? I mean you’re, you, but you’re not. I mean why are you . . .” Charlie stumbled over her words.

Vaggie arrived behind her while she was stammering. It took a split second for her to knock him on his ass, her angelic spear aimed at his throat.

“Give me one reason I shouldn’t end your worthless life again right here and now.” She growled out.

“Hey, Woah now. I mean no harm this time honest. I’m just as confused as you are as to why the fuck I ended up here but I have nowhere else to go and . . .” Adam shuffled further away for the spear’s tip.

“Vaggie stop. Let’s just talk about this.” Charlie tried to shimmy in front of her girlfriend. “I know he is the main reason for so many very bad things but we need to take a breather. Look, it’s 3am and we won’t be thinking straight at a time like this. So let’s put a pin in this extremely weird conversation for now. We can put him up in a room on the second floor and then take this all from the top in the morning.”

“I don’t know about this.” Vaggie side eyes Adam but he can see her very slowly caving to Charlie. “UGH! Fine. He can stay for one night. Just one but as soon as we figure out what is going on he is out on his ass.”

 Charlie squeezes her partner in a tight hug before turning and holding out a hand towards Adam. He glares at it for a moment before grabbing it. She hauls him back to his feet and shows him inside. His eyes flick all around the lobby area, clocking a bar on the far left, the elevators to the right and of course a grand staircase up to the first floor. He was shown to his room on the second floor. Charlie chose to take the elevator, Vaggie standing firmly in between them, her hands clenching around the shaft of her spear. Adam shuffled as far to the side as possible he knows about the short temper of his exorcists, even the ex-ones.

“Here we are 224.” She opened the door, flicking on the light switch and letting Adam walk in. “You’ll find towels in the bathroom and fresh sheets already on the bed. Just please wait until someone comes to collect you in the morning. Now get some sleep, lord knows we are gonna need it.” She said the last part more to herself as she left with Vaggie.

Adam let out a deflated sigh, he wasn’t sure that he would get any sleep, no matter how exhausted he felt. So, he went to look at the ensuite, maybe taking a shower would help put him in a sleepier state, true to her word clean red towels were waiting on the counter by the sink. Adam stripped and threw the grubby garments he’d had on into the corner of the room.

He turned the shower up high and climbed into the scolding spray. As the water rained down his body, only then did he see how his heavenly body had really changed into this disgusting new demonic form. Hatred bubbled beneath the surface of the dull grey-coloured skin, he scrubbed as hard as possible in a vain attempt to try and find the person he was under all this ‘fakery’. He still held onto the belief that this was an incredibly vivid nightmare and he was going to wake up safe and sound in his plush king-sized bed in heaven.

He can’t be a demon.

He wasn’t a sinner; he was a winner. This had to be all a lie. It just had to. He wanted to scream, cry or something. Everything was getting to be too much. Turning off the water he stepped out into the steam-filled room and stared at the large fogged over mirror above the sink. Adam knew when he wiped away the condensation he would see himself.

He knew he had to talk himself into looking at what he’d become.

‘Come on. You can do this. Stop being such a fuckin pussy.’

Slowly he raised his left hand and wiped at the mirror.

‘Fuck’

There staring back at him was his worst nightmare. Dark brown horns curled out of his skull through damp blackened hair clinging to his scalp. His skin now he looked closer It was really more of a short fur coating than human skin. His teeth were razor sharp and his tongue was yellow. He was slightly rounder than he was before, his feet were now coven hoofs. How he didn’t clock this fact before scared him slightly but the one thing that stuck out to him the most were his eyes. He blinked a few times but nothing changed.

He still had those golden irises that heaven gifted him.

Adam stood and stared.

He was an abomination. There was no removing this mask at the end of a long day.

Silent tears rolled down his cheeks. Shame gushing to the surface. He angrily swiped at the tears trying to stop them at the source. He was a man. They don’t cry or show emotion. They bottle it up inside or channel it into something else. Yet here was crying like a hormonal broad.

He blindly grabs for a towel, bunching it up in his dark clawed fingers and screaming into the fabric.

He let everything out. Screaming out all his hatred, pain and anguish until his throat hurt from the exertion. The towel got thrown into the corner. Switching the bathroom light off, he walked slowly over to the soft looking bed and crawled under the covers. He didn’t care that he hadn’t dried himself off properly, full body exhaustion had taken hold and he welcomed the dreamless sleep that often always followed.

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When the knock came what felt like mere minutes after he had passed out. He slowly sat up in the bed, the covers pooling around his hips. He wiped the partially dried drool off his chin, blinking a few times before acknowledging the person knocking

“Whatduyawant?” he grumbled.

“You decent?” the voice behind the door was not one he recognised.

“Yeah sure, whatever.” He yawned and stretched out his back. The door opened and in walked a sinner that Adam definitely didn’t remember from the final battle at the old hotel. They held a clean pair of clothes and a small set of toiletries that was clearly for him.

“Afternoon. Charlie said to let you sleep in a bit.” You seemed completely unphased by the half-naked demon before you. “Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” You stood at the end of the bed.

“Urm, good I guess.” Adam reaches out for the clothes you have.

“Well, good news is you ain’t getting thrown out just yet.” You drop the clothes into his hands and went to put the toiletries in the ensuite.

“And the bad news is?” He tugs on the clean pants. You turn and lean against the door frame. Your eyes flick up and down before smirking.

“Bad news is I’ve been stuck with babysitting your ass.” You push yourself off the frame with your hip. “So, I’m setting ground rules right here and now. You are only allowed to stay here if you play ball. Nobody wants to deal with your egotistical bullshit. So if you piss me off, I’ll go straight to Charlie. If you threaten anybody, I go straight to Vaggie and if you harass any of the other patrons. I will go and find Niffty because I’m sure she will be able to get her point across. Do you understand?” You stand tall with your arms crossed over your chest.

Adam is stunned by your strictness but finds himself nodding. Not trusting his words right now.

“Good. Now get yourself ready there is an activity planned for 3:15pm.” You walk away. “Oh and Adam. I want you to at least try okay?” You throw a soft smile back at him before leaving him to finish getting ready.

Adam sat on the edge of the bed staring at the closed door. Something inside him sparked briefly. He pulled on his shirt. ‘What the hell was that?’ He thought to himself.

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It had been 4 weeks since Adam had shown up at the hotel despite this stupid buddy system that Charlie had in place. Adam was kinda glad he was stuck with you. Something about your snarky attitude, the fact you always called him out when he brags about being who he was before but most of all the very rare soft acts of kindness towards him.

He didn’t realise it yet but you actually made him want to do better. He wants to be better and if that gave him a chance of gaining his wings back then he was sure as hell gonna try.

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Adam hadn’t realised that he was doing good deeds at first. But seeing Charlie beam brightly when he would raise a hand before talking in the group sessions or the way he held the door for other patrons before heading off to do what he pleased.

Adam was really trying. But you knew that if you brought it up he would immediately call bullshit. Then would act out just to reclaim his cool guy image.

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“Hey wait up,” Adam called out as the elevator doors started sliding shut. You held out a hand reopening the doors so he could hop in and ride up to the second floor with you. “Thanks.” He leans against the back wall. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He handed you a bag with something wrapped up in a lot of toilet paper.

“Gee, thanks.” The look on your face made Adam laugh.

“It’s not whatcha think it is. Just a little something to thank you for putting up with my miserable ass.” The Elevator chimed on the second floor. “After you.” He let you walk out first before following. “Are you gonna open it?”

The look on his face was a mix of excitement and worry. You decided to humour him. Reaching in you grabbed the poorly wrapped gift. He took the bag off you so you could peel off the wads of toilet paper.

It was a coffee mug.

“Since I accidently broke your favourite mug a few days ago. I thought I should get you a replacement.” His fingers crumpled the handles of the bag as he waited for any sort of reaction to the gift.

You turned the mug over to see the words on the side better.

‘I work with absolute legends’ was written on the side surrounded by little black stars. Your thumb traced a star or two. Still staring at the present in hand you felt a smile tug at the corners of your lips.

Not knowing how else to thank him. You rushed forward and embraced him tightly. Making sure not to drop your present.

“I take it you like it?” He drops the bag and folds his arms around you.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You rested your forehead against his shoulder. Neither one of you is willing to break the hug first.

“I had to do something. You looked so sad when I broke it. That didn’t sit right with me. Charlie explained that I was feeling guilt and  . . .”

You pull away slightly to look at him.

“Adam. The first man Adam, went to consult ‘Miss Feels-too-much’ about an issue completely unprompted!?”

Adam dropped his arms and started getting all defensive again.

“Why’d ya gotta say it that way?” He whined. You pull him back in for another hug which he willingly allows.

“Sorry big guy. I’m just really impressed is all. You have come a long way in such a short time. I’m so proud of you.” You squeezed tightly before letting him go. “I could actually go for a coffee right now. Good thing I got a brand new mug to drink from.”

He groans at your cheesy words before picking up the bag off the floor he hooks an arm around your neck and pulls you along back into the elevator to go and get that drink.

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This fic became longer than I thought it would.

My Ask box is still open if anyone else has a Sinner!Adam prompts they want to send in.

[rascalentertainments]

Wish Granted 🌟👩🏾🎶 (Wish Reimagined)

Chapter 9: In the Dark of the Night 🌘

Chapter 8

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As the sun is setting on a faraway shot of Rosas, we begin to see a many of the residents begin to go back inside their homes for the evening now that the rain has finally cleared up. Some to their families while others are ready to just turn in.

There begins some whispers sweeping across the inner parts of the city, questioning the day's events. The camera slowly goes across some of these homes as we see the shadows of the residents talking in the windows.

"Do you think those traitors will come for us next?"

"What could they possibly want with our wishes?"

"What does she have with her that could destroy a whole city?"

The whispers die down a bit as we see Flazino peak around a corner. He heard most of the whispers, but knew not make a sound. He needed to get to the Hamlet and warn everyone before it was too late.

He looked around in case he was being followed, but he didn't pay attention to he was going.

"Flazino?" A voice whispered at him.

The guy nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard it. He quickly turned and saw Bazeema, a bit started herself at his reaction. She was carrying a plantling growing in an old boot, which she planned to help grow. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be at home?"

Flazino didn't count on anyone else besides some guards to be out here at night. He had to come up with something, he already made his monthly trip to the forest, so that excuse was out.

"Well I was, but then the queen needed me to get some new ingredients for her, a whole list in fact. I'm going to have to travel a bit farther out for them." Flazino replied, not missing a beat.

"Do you need any help? It is getting a little late-"

"NO- I mean, no thanks! Hehe. This is apprentice business after all. Very important." He quickly walked by her. "Just do me a favor and don't tell anyone? The queen keeps it a secret on what she uses for her spells, so this has to stay between us."

There. That should keep any suspicion off of him for now. Expect for the guy right behind him.

"HEY, WATCH'A DOIN' FLAZI?" Dairo exclaimed in a friendly but loud tone.

The apprentice quickly put his hands over the dopey teen's mouth. "SHHHHHHHH!! ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME KILLED?" he whispered. "And don't call me 'Flazi'."

Dario seemed confused. "But Dahlia calls you that all the time." He said after Flazino moved his hands away. This time his tone was lower.

"That's different." He replied and never further explained. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get on with my assignment." He pulled the hood over his head and once again tried to leave. But apparently Bazeema still had something to say.

"Flazino. You don't need to hide anything. If something's wrong, you can just say it, I always keep secrets safe." Her voice waa still soft, but there was touch of comfort in it.

Dario chimed in with a grin. "Yeah, I mean you've always been there for a lot of us when the King was too busy. The least we can do is listen to your problems."

For a moment, Flazino did consider it. But after Dahlia didn't believe him, did he even want to take a chance with these two?

"Wait... I think I know why you're being all sneaky..." Dario said as he stroked his scruffy chin.

Flazino's shoulders tensed up.

"You've got a secret girlfriend you're meeting with in the woods, don't you?" Dario said snapping his fingers.

Bazeema gasped in delight. Hearing about romance seemed to perk her up. "Is it true? How romantic, two lovers meeting in secret!"

"You should be a lot less tense, then!"

Flazino had an annoyed expression as he turned around looked at the two of them. "You know, I can still call your parents and tell them you're messing with royal business."

(He was looking like this, btw)

Bazeema was immediately quiet while Dario just shrugged. "All right, I get, I get it, we'll go home. I need to work on my jokes some more anyway."

Dario turned to ask Bazeema where she was planning to do, but she had already vanished. He looked around, but there was no sign of her. The blonde teen turned to Flazino. "Does she do that a lot?"

"Yup." He simply said.

"Wow, she could be a spy or something with that kind of stealth." He muttered as he made his way home.

After Dario was out of sight, Flazino breathed a sigh of relief. They meant well, but this was something they couldn't help him with. At least not quite yet in the story.

He checked once more to make sure nobody else was around and quickly made his way to the horse's stable. He saw Achilles and greeted him. "Hey there, buddy. I'm going to need you again tonight for something important."

The horse slightly whimpered, as if it was nervous to join him. "Relax. It'll be easy this time. We'll be quick as a white rabbit and back home before you know it. I'll even throw in some oats for you." He told him gently.

Achilles took a moment to consider, then gave him a nod.

After gaining the horse's trust, the two took off and ran out of Rosas and into the woods as fast as they could.

The view seems similar to the apprentice heading towards the Hamlet, only this time the forest seemed darker than usual. In fact it was getting so dark, Flazino was concerned that Achilles couldn't see where he was going.

He took a small yellow powder from his pouch and shouted "Lūminōsus!", then threw the powder ahead of him. The yellow powder creates a bright yellow light for them to see as they ran toward the Hamlet.

For a brief second, the light goes so far it reveals a wall of tall figures standing in the middle of the path.

"ACHILLES, HEEL!" Flazino shouted at the horse as he pulled hard in the reins, making Achilles break and reel back before he ran into the figures.

He threw another light spell into the air, and it brightens up part if the forest. With the new light, we see that the tall figures are in fact Rosas' soldiers all on horseback.

Flazino definitely wasn't expecting this...

"Hey, fellas! What are you doing out here by yourselves? In full armor and sharp weapons... hehehe..." He asked in a nervous tone. Why were these soldiers out here? On this night of all nights?!

"We hate to do this to you Flazino, but....you're under arrest for aiding with the traitors of Rosas." A bearded solider finally said.

How? How did they know?!

"Come on, Stan. You know me better than that! I'm just getting a few ingredients for the queen, same old same-"

"Don't lie to us, son. Not anymore." Stan continued. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way." He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

This wasn't working. He had to get out of there, fast. He quietly reached for a small hand made wooden wand from his bag. It was time for distraction.

"When you put it that way, I say go with FULMEN!" Flazino jabbed the wand forward, expecting a lightning bolt to scare them, but all that came out was a tiny spark and the sound of someone's cough.

There was an awkward silence as the guards stared back in confusion.

The apprentice looked back at the wand. "Wasn't expecting technical difficulties..." 😅 he laughed nervously. He then chucked the use less wand at the men and made Achilles take off in the other direction.

Stan the guard wasn't deterred. "After him! Don't let him escape!" the soldiers followed their orders and chased apprentice the other way. The light he had casted was beginning to dim, making it difficult to see ahead of them.

At this point, Flazino had no idea where to go. The path to the Hamlet was blocked, and he certainly couldn't go back to Rosas. Wait, he could find Asha and that strange guy she was with! She mentioned he could help save the wishes and the people, she would know what to do!

Unfortunately for Flazino, he would never make it to Asha and Star...

A bright sickly green light wrapped itself around Achilles legs, causing the horse trip, braying wildly as he fell. Flazino tumbled after he was lunched off the horse, hurting his arm.

Before he could lift himself up to see what caused the accident, a pair of green hands wrapped tightly around his body like a boa constrictor. Flazino struggled to get free, but to no avail.

"Well, well, well. You were right, my dear. The peasant boy was the culprit after all." A cold yet devious voice approached.

Flaznio looked up and saw the faces of Magnifico and Amaya on their royal horses, looking down at the boy with false pity in their eyes.

"You son of a-" Flazino's insult was cut short when he felt a pair of giant paws on his back, pushing him back to the ground.

It was the paws (and claws) of the royal lynx, keeping the young man down. Sabor flashed a toothy grin as he snickered.

"Watch your tongue, you're in the presence of royalty here!" Amaya said in a rather upbeat yet condescending tone. She dismounted her horse and approached him.

"I've noticed that many of my ingredients have been missing from the lab, despite the fact that we've been performing fewer spells until recently. And you're the only one that has access to them besides my husband."

Sabor jumped off of Flazino's back allowing to him finally to stand up on his knees. Amaya placed a finger delicately on his chin. "I must admit that you're a clever young man. But not clever enough."

The queen then placed her hands on both sides of his head. Before he realized what was happening, his eyes flash green and we see the images of Flazino's whereabouts from the past few days.

One image showed Flazino grabbing essential ingredients from the lab. Another image showed him talking to Dahlia warning her about Magnifico. A third one showed him attempting to help Asha and Star back in Rosas' center. One final flash shows Flazino leaving the secret entrance to the Hamlet, waving goodbye to the residents.

It flashes back to the present in an instant. Once the queen released him, Flazino had a look of pure horror on his face. He had given them the path to the Hamlet, without even telling them.

"I believe we have everything we need." the queen said with a satisfying smile.

"Good. Now there's just one little thing left to care of." Magnifico waved his hand and Flazino's wish appeared in it, it had a tinge of yellow sparkles within. "We'll have to announce that the apprentice position is open once again."

He took one last condescending look at the former apprentice. "You know the sentence for insubordination is death. Such a pity. You threw away a promising career."

For the first time, Flazino felt satisfaction in defying Magnifico's rules. "Consider it my highest honor, sir." he replied with no regrets.

Magnifico laughed. "Oh, ho-ho! You flatter me, boy. But I can't have all the fun here." He handed the orb over to his wife. "Would you do the honors, Amaya? Consider it my way of saying thank you for snuffing out the rat."

Amaya pretended to be in surprise as she gently took the wish. "How sweet of you, thank you, Mi rey! Always thinking of others..."

She put her hands on both sides of Flazino's wish, and swiftly crushed the orb. The remains of it left blue sparkles in her hands as the wish dissipated.

Flazino's face went pale at the sight. His vision began to blur as all the anger and fear was drained from his body. He lost his balance and fell to the ground with a loud thud. Magnifico released his magical grip on the guy.

Once the guards caught up, they saw the boy laying lifeless on the ground. They were at a loss for words.

One of them finally spoke up. "Sir? What happened here? Is he....?" he was almost to nervous to finish the question.

"Unfortunately, no. He's still breathing...for now." Magnifico answered coldly, seeing the apprentice's chest rise and fall slowly as he breathed.

Stan the guard was surprised at the king's tone. Criminals were usually dealt with force, but both the soldiers and the royals had known Flazino from the day he became an apprentice. He expected them to save some kind of pity for him...

"What's with the looks? He's a traitor and I believe I made myself clear about what I do with traitors." He spoke with no remorse.

Without another word, two of the guards took him by the arms. They could barely hear him breathing as they placed him on the back of one of the horses.

"So...what now, sir?" One of the guards asked. "We can't just take him home like this."

"Take him where we sent the other traitors. Straight to the dungeon. Amaya will guide you there." He nodded to his wife as she proceeded to mount her own horse.

"The rest of you will remain with Magnifico and bring the traitors to justice. I can take take care of our former apprentice." Amaya finished for him as she faced the direction of the kingdom, not giving them a second look.

Two of the guards shared a look, but stayed quiet. They just did as they were instructed. Achilles was released, and ran off as fast into the forest out of fear.

After Amaya and the others left to return to the kingdom, the remaining guards asked, "How do we find these people, your Highness?"

Magnifico raised his staff high in the air, with the spearhead glowing a bright green. He shot it forward, making the others duck to avoid the blast. The light made a trail that flew beyond their field of view. Leaving the reaming light as a guide for the men. "That's how. It's time to take some action, boys."

The others guards mount their horses in preparation as he spoke. The king faced his men and raised his staff, which shined with a green glow.

"Through the mist and through these woods, through the darkness and the shadows. We will stop these menaces once and for all!"

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FINAL THOUGHTS

I HAVE RETURNED!!! ⚡ Really sorry about the inactivity recently. I finished a lot of my offline work, but now I'm taking care of family, and haven't had a lot of time to actually sit down and write or draw. 😅 For this chapter and the next, we'll be taking a short break from Asha and Star. I figured its time to not only get to the scene that will lead to that "Finding Flazino" animatic later, but we're also going to see Sabino, Sakina and the rest of the Hamlet again. And that one, despite how we're leading into it, is going to be fun! I'm trying to go for a big Beauty and Beast reference with it, it'll take some time. And I'm the next chapter, we'll officially be halfway through the story! Now I have to go re-watch the movie, because I forgot most of the second half, help me. (Its for the story so I can work off of it, I promise)

Also, the Flazino fans are probably gonna hate me for this chapter, I'm so sorry. This guy can't catch a break. He's going through hell right now and is close to dying, I swear I don't hate him! Flazi just needs to suffer for the plot. 😅

Also, if anyone is interested in helping out on this, I'm working on the bases for two posters for "Wish Granted". One set as a teaser and one will be a main reveal poster. Just let me know! As for the other art pieces, the next designs to show will be for Sabor and Gabo later on.

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The Father Hunt

Wendigo

Two tents were set up near a fire ring, and you could hear crickets chirping. Inside one of the tents, two young men named Brad and Gary were playing head to head handheld video games.

"Dude, you're cheating." Brad complains. "No, you just suck!" Gary rebuts, slightly miffed at his friends accusation. Something growls outside while in the other tent, a young man named Tom Collins lies on his bed recording a video message. 

"Hey Hailey, day six. We're still out near Blackwater Ridge." A shadow flashes behind Tom, the camera barely picking it up, but he doesn't notice. "We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow." He stops recording and sends the message to his girlfriend of three months, whom convinced him to go on this trip. 

In the other tent, Brad closes his game system and tosses it aside. Gary stares at his system for a moment, then turns to look at him, who is getting up and unzipping the tent. "Hey, where ya goin'? My moment of victory." He complains, as he was so close to winning. In his head at least.

"Sorry man, nature calls."

Brad goes outside and zips up the tent behind him. He goes to stand against the tree to relieve himself while the fire crackles. Something snaps a stick and Brad glances towards the sound and sees the trees rustling. He shakes his head and returns his attention downward, then looks up sharply as something growls. In both tents, the boys look up as they hear their friend scream.

"Brad?" "Bud, what's going on?" The two ask as they unzip their tents. Suddenly something grabs Gary. Tom screams as the thing grabs him as well, dragging him into the dark.

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Birds chirp as Sam, wearing a suit and tie and carrying a bouquet of various flowers, though  no roses, walks through an otherwise deserted cemetery.

He sighs and stops next to a gravestone. It reads "JESSICA LEE MOORE", "Beloved Daughter", "January 24th 1984 – November 2nd 2005". There is a small picture of a grinning Jess set into the stone above her name, a black-and-white picture of her leaning against the stone between a white teddy bear and a wooden box with a crucifix leaning on the picture, a small American flag next to the box, and three candles standing on the gravestone; one of the Virgin de Guadalupe.

Sam looks between the grave and the flowers.

"I, uh..." He laughs. "You always said roses were, were lame, so I brought you, uh... everything else."

Sam looks at the picture set into the gravestone, then looks away, choking back tears. He steps closer to the gravestone, tears clouding his eyes. 

"Jess, oh god. I miss you so freaking much. I should have protected you. I should have told you the truth." He says, kneeling as he puts the flowers next to the crucifix, when an arm covered in dirt shoots out of the ground and grabs him by the wrist.

He jerks awake in the shotgun seat with his brother driving and sister in the backseat, the dream nothing but that: a dream. He shakes his head as the sound of the music helps him move the dream to the back of his mind for now. He smiles, as he remembers that this was the song the three of them had done together when they had snuck into a bar.

Dean glances over at his brother. "Glad you're up. You okay though? You looked like you were having a nightmare." Sam looks over at his overprotective older brother, then to his younger sister. "Yeah, I'm good, Jay still asleep?" He quickly changes the subject. Dean nods. "We'll wake her up later, she barely sleeps as it is. You want to drive for a while?" Sam laughs, then sees his brothers serious look. "Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that." "Jeez, relax, just thought you might want to because-" "Look, man, you're worried about me." Sam cuts him off. "I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay." "Mm-hm." Dean mumbles, clearly not believing him. Sam sighs, then grabs a map from the glove compartment, where he had stored it before falling asleep. 

"All right, where are we?" He says, talking more to the map than his brother. "We are just outside of Grand Junction. Man, last time we passed through here, Jay punched that fat, greasy guy in the face, remember?" Sam laughs at the memory, before glancing back down at the map of Colorado, which has a large red X labelled 35-111.

"You know what?" Sam asks his brother, not looking up. "Hm?" Dean glances at his brother then back at the road. "Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon." He sighs, remembering where he spent some of his happiest days. "Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica-" "We gotta find dad first." Sam finishes, determination evident in his eyes. 

"Dad disappearing and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence." Dean says, clearly showing he had put a lot of thought into it. "Dad'll have answers. He'll know what to do." 'And hopefully not beat the shit out of Jay if he finds out she tried to leave.' Sam thinks, remembering that last time his sister tried to run. She was 16, and had grown tired of the constant abuse, so she ran. She was gone for two months, before dad had found her, and when he did, Sam didn't see her for a week and she flinched from his hugs for a month. Even though she though he couldn't, he'd seen the marks, though he wasn't sure what caused them.

"Dude, you listening?" "Huh, yeah, this's just really weird man, these coordinates he left us, this Blackwater Ridge, there's nothing out there; it's just woods." He puts down the map, and glances at his sister. "Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?" He states as they pass a sign welcoming them to Lost Creek.

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They park the Impala next to a sign that says "Ranger Station: Lost Creek Trail, Lost Creek National Forest".

"So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote." Sam says as he studies a 3D map, especially the part of and surrounding the place their dad sent them while Dean looks at decorations and Jay does research on her laptop. "It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place." Jay glances up and laughs softly. "Maybe he came here to get rich? I mean, silver and gold are worth a lot right now." Dean ignores her and laughs at something. "Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear." Jay glares at him. "Respect it dumbass, we may not have encountered an animal ghost yet, but that doesn't mean we won't. Besides, it was once a majestic creature, so cut it out before I smack you." She threatens. Dean raised his hands in surrender and slunks away from the taxidermy. "And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure." Sam says, continuing to list what's around what is beginning to seem more dangerous than what they had expected. 

A forest ranger walks in, Wilkinson from the look of his tag, Jay notes, and walks up behind them.

"You boys aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" Jay laughs as her brothers spin around, clearly startled. "Dammit, you saw him and didn't warn us?" Dean say to her, playful irritation in his voice. "Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper." Jay says sweetly. "Recycle man!" Dean says playing along. Jay and Sam rolled their eyes simultaneously. "Please ignore him, he's just doing it for the easy degree." "Hey no I'm- yeah, yeah I am."

The ranger raised his eyebrows, but didn't comment. "Bull. You're friends with that Haley girl right, I mean, you girl barely look high school age."

"Okay, first of all, I'm 22, second..." Jay thinks for a second, considering the outcome of each. "Yeah, we are, ranger Wilkinson."

"Well I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?" 

Jay hides a glare at her brothers. She had told them that it wasn't a missing persons yet, but did they listen? No.

"You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine."

"Of course, she's just so freaking worried, like, it's all she goes on about, um, so do you think you could show me it, the permit I mean, and maybe get a copy for her, so she relaxes? I mean, she's my best friend, and I love her, but if I hear one more time 'oh, he's probably dead' imma lose it."

He smiles at Jay, and gives her a copy, and the three of them make their leave.

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"Dean, I swear to fucking god, if you're just going to see this girl for a hook up, I will murder your ass. I mean, we have the coordinates, lets just go!" Dean shrugs. "I'm not, I swear. Just, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?" 

Jay raises her eyebrows. Her brother was not like that. "Uh-huh. That's my job, Sam's the worrier and you're the dumb-ass who shoots first and asks questions later, living like everyday is his last. So who the fuck are you, and get out of my brother, or I'll make you eat salt."

Dean laughs. "It's me Jay, chill, besides, since when are you all shoot first ask questions later, anyway?"

Jay glances at Sam. She knows that he's hurting and needs revenge soon, or he'll become another John Winchester, and that's something she can't deal with. "I'm not really, but you and Sam both are now, and you're both bigger than me- don't even think it Dean- so there's no real point in arguing."

Sam gets in and slams the passenger door shut. Jay and Dean share a glance, conveying the same message before getting in: we need to find yellow-eyes, and fast.

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"Stay back this time, OK Jay. You don't exactly look the part of a park ranger, so stay in the car and figure out the best route." Jay sighed, knowing she wasn't getting out of this one. She nodded and watched her brothers greet Haley and show her their fake IDs before heading in. 

She glanced down at the map, quickly finding the best route, though it would take them a day or two to reach the ridge still. 

Jay folded up the map and let her mind wander. I mean, did she really want her dad back? He had been torturing the living shit out of her for years- he hated her. She could run, go to Bobby's, or maybe the road house, the place she had stayed for a few nights when she ram away when she was 16 to make enough money to get to New York. Jo and Ellen were nice, and they told her to come back when ever. 

She shot out of her musings when her brothers came back.

"What did you two idiots get?" She asked, ready to get going. "It's gonna take us a few days to get there, so tell me while you drive."

"Well, she likes the car-" "Important stuff Dean." "You're no fun. Fine, she says she knows Tommy's in trouble because he hasn't checked in in a couple of days. In the last video he sent her, a big shadow ran past in the background. We promised we'd find her brother, she said she might see us 'cause she hired a guy and she forwarded the videos to Sam."

Jay quickly ran through that. "Her being out there might be a bad thing, but you said you saw a shadow? If it moved that fast, it might be a wendigo." Dean shrugged. "Maybe, but did you find a route?" Jay sighed. "The fastest one their will take a couple of hours. We should head out tomorrow, get somewhere to sleep tonight."

The trio agreed, and at Deans insistence headed to a bar.

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There was a game of pool going on as they all sat at the bar, Jay getting carded there and at the bar. 

"So, on the way here I looked through dads journal. Last April, two hikers went missing, no remains found, bear attack was the official story, and in 1982, eight went missing; grizzly attack, and before that in 1959 and again before that in 1936. Every twenty three years like clockwork." Jay said while nursing an alcoholic apple cider.

She checked the video's, "Thanks for giving that girl my email Sam, and after watching these twenty someodd times, I noticed something."

Jay pulls up the video and played a certain section, a shadow moving quickly across it.

"Play it again."

She complies to her oldest brothers request.

"That's three frames. A fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move." She says. "My wendigo theory is becoming more and more likely."

The three share a look. 

"One more thing. In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive."

Sam looks

 over at her.

"Does the kid have a name?" "Yes, duh he has a name." "I mean did you find one."

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They pull up outside of Mr. Shaws house, the man who was attacked, and are invited in, Jay staying outside again.

"Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a-" "Grizzly? That's what attacked them?" Sam interrupts, still annoyed at Dean for making Jay stay outside; she would have gotten the info in 30 seconds flat.

Shaw blows a puff of smoke from his cigarette and nods.

"The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?" Dean continues, now regretting his decision to leave Jay outside.

With no reply, Dean keeps talking.

"What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?"

Getting annoyed at the mans lack of reply, Dean keeps going.

"We knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it."

Shaw finally speaks up. "I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make. You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did."

He sits down, and Sam sits across from him.

"Mr. Shaw, what did you see?"

Shaw takes a deep breath and tells them something he hasn't told anyone in years.

"Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard."

"It came at night?" Dean questions, thankful they were finally getting somewhere. 

Shaw nods. "It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming. Don't even know how it killed them, just dragged them off into the night." he shakes his head. "Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since."

He reaches and pulls down his collar.

"Did leave me this, though." He says, revealing three long scratches. Sam and Dean share a look: their sister was right.

"There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon."

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After they got to the motel they were staying, they filled Jay in.

"I knew it was a wendigo!" She cheered before stopping. "Oh shit, it's a wendigo."

Dean hides a smirk at his sisters enthusiasm, the most energetic she has been since the fire.

"At least we know how to kill it. But we can't let that Haley girl go in there."

"You're not wrong, but she's leaving in the morning, and it's not safe at night, even with our knowledge." Sam says, ever the smart one. "Come on man! I don't wanna baby-sit!" "Dean stop being a baby."

They pack the impala and after Jay goes to bed, Sam pulls Dean aside.

"Dean, I'm worried about Jay." "What do you think she can't handle the hunt? She had ghosts begging for mercy after she lectured them for hours when she was ten!" Dean replied incredulous, as well as surprised that his brother, his sisters biggest supporter was saying that.

"I'm not worried about the hunt, I'm worried about what'll happen when we find dad. He blames her for something, maybe about mom, but what I do know is that if he finds out that she almost left with me, there'll be hell to pay, in the form of I don't know what, but it'll all be on her."

Dean stared at his brother.

"Come on man, dad wouldn't do tha-" Sam just stares at him. "He would?" Sam nods. "I don't know how long it's been going on for, but even in the recording, there was some sort of warning about Jay."

Dean sighed. "We'll cross, or burn is more likely that bridge when we come to it. Now, come on, let's get some sleep."

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The Winchesters pull up to the forest and see Haley and Ben arguing with a guy, something about Ben staying home, though Ben doesn't look pleased about that as he cocked a shot-gun.

"Look, you're paying me good money to keep everybody safe. I think Ben's safest at home." They hear the other guy saying as they step out.

"You guys got room for two more?" Jay asks. "Who are these guys?" "Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue."

Jay pretends to shrug of the insult. "Be glad you're getting us. It took ages to convince them." "You're rangers?" Jay nods. "Yep, I know I especially look young, but we are, Mr. whatever-your-name-is." "It's Roy." "And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?" Haley continues. 

Dean looks down at his attire.

"Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts." He says as he walks past her. 

"What, you think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt." The Roy guy says, a little pissed off.  The trio turn back.

"Believe us, we know how dangerous it can be. We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all."

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The rag tag groups hikes through the forest with Roy at the lead.

"Roy, you said you did a little hunting." Dean says, starting up conversation.

"Yeah, more than a little." "Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?" "Mostly buck, sometimes bear." "Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" He continued, passing Roy. Jay lunges forward and yanks back her older brother. 

"Bear trap. Nice going girly. You should watch where you're stepping though ranger." Roy says, poking at the trap with a stick, causing it to snap shut. Jay rolls her eyes at the nickname.

"You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers." Haley says, finally putting the pieces together.

Jay smiles. She likes this girl.

"The three of us are, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that we're in the same boat." Jay says, hoping the half truth might appease them.

"Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?" "Um... I'm telling you now. 'sides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a person. ...ever. So we okay?" After a pause she replies. "Yeah, okay." 

"And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?" Dean pipes in, reaching in his pack and pulls out a big bag of peanut M&Ms. Jay rolls here eyes and mutters about idiotic brothers, before walking on.

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"This is it. Blackwater Ridge." Roy announces. Jay glances at a GPS. "Coordinates: N 35o 45.383, W 111o 00.55."

The siblings share a look: this was it.

They listen around, but here nothing. "Sam, do you hear that?" Jay whispers. "Not even crickets."

"Imma go take a look around." Roy announces. "You shouldn't go by yourself." Dean quickly jumps in. "That's sweet. Don't worry about me." He says, waving a gun. "Five bucks says he gets taken Sam says. "Deal."

"Alright, everyone else, stay together." Dean says, taking charge.

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Everyone save Roy is looking around a large-ish rock when they hear Roy call out: "Haley! Over here!" Haley runs towards him, closely followed by the others. "Oh my god!" She cries out. "Not God last time I checked." Jay mutters under her breath, having always had a sort of underlying resentment to God, though she did love the angels, but was slightly horrified all the same, but not as bad as Haley, having grown a shield to prevent herself from freaking out.

The tents are torn open and bloody and all the supplies are scattered.

"Looks like a grizzly." Roy says as the Winchesters share a look. "Tommy?" Haley calls, then proceeds to run through the campsite. "Tommy!" Jay runs to her. "Shh." "Tommy!" She continues to cry, close to tears, so Jay grabbed her. "Shut up! Something might still be out there."

"Jay!"

She runs over to her brothers. "It's a wendigo all right."

Haley is inspecting her brothers tent at the same time. She looks over his phone, which is bloody and the back popped off.

"He-hey, he could still be alive." Jay hopes her words bring at least a sliver of comfort to the girl. 

"Help! Help!" They all quickly look around, but don't see anyone, and Roy leads everyone in a quick search. "Help! Somebody!"

"There's no one her- shit. Everyone, get back to camp!" They rush back to find it completely ransacked. 

"Our packs!" Haley cries, while Roy mutters something about his GPS and satellite phone. "What the hell is going on?" The girl half-shrikes out. "It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help." "You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear." Roy says, incredulous. "Dean, Jay come over here." The two separate off from the little group and approach Sam. "Oh yeah, this is definitely a wendigo." He says. "See, I told you, now aren't you glade we brought flame-throwers- which were in our stolen packs. Shit. Well, we gotta at least get these people out of here."

Sam agrees and goes to try and convince the people to leave, and Dean goes with him. 

When Jay see an argument though she steps in. 

"All right, enough, all of you." Haley stepped in as well. "Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him." Jay sees that the girl would not back down, and after a pregnant silence, Dean spoke up. "It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves." Haley looks confused at him. "How?"

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The group builds a campfire while Jay draws symbols in the dirt and patiently explains them to Haley. 

"One more time, that's-" "Anasazi symbols. It's for protection. The wendigo can't cross over them."

Roy snorts, with his gun over his shoulder. Jay rolls here eyes. "No one likes a skeptic Red Arrow." He gives her a confused look. "You know, Green Arrows protégé, Roy Harper, Red Arrow? Never mind."

She goes and sits next to her brothers who were in the middle of a conversation. 

"Yeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth Sammy, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek." "Then let's get these people back to town Dean, and let's hit the road. Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here?" 

"That's how." Jay steps in. "That book. That's Dad's single most valuable possession- everything he knows about every evil thing is in there. And he's passed it on to us, or well probably you two, but still. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business." She finishes with dramatic air quotes on family business part, a reference to how it took so long to convince Dad to let her hunt.

"That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just-call us? Why doesn't he-tell us what he wants, tell us where he is?" Sam says, shaking his head. "I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it." Dean pipes up. "Dean...no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about." Jay looks down; that hunt to find their mothers killer had consumed him so much, that when there wasn't a monster to take it out on, he took it out on her, blaming her for the fact that a week after she was born, their mother died. She could only hope the same thing didn't happen to Sam.

Dean glances at her and remembers his conversation with Sam. "Okay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me. You've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man." Jay gives Dean a thank you look while Sam looks up and down.

"How do you two do it? How does Dad do it?" Jay glances at Haley and Ben. "For me it probably helps with the fact that I didn't know mom all that well-" "Yeah, it's a bit harder for me, but I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable." Jay rolls her eyes for what feels like the billionth time. "Took the words right out of my mouth Dummy." "Wait, dummy? That's the best you could think of?" "You know, Dean Boswell from X-Men? If you don't like that I could call you Lucy In The Sky, after Karolina Dean. Oh, and Sam, incase you were wondering, you're Nova, you know, after Sam Alexander." "Pass, but why does Sammy get a cool one? One other thing though, Sam." He glances up, relived at the argument end. "Killing as many sons of bitches as I possibly can."

The three snap their heads up at the sound of a twig snapping and someone beginning to cry for help.

"He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put." Dean calls to the others. "So, inside the magic circle?" "Yes Red Arrow, inside the magic circle." 

It continues to cry out for help, so Roy, in his complete and utter stupidity, shoots it as it runs by.

"I hit it!" He exclaim, running to see what he hit.

"No, Roy, don't!" Jay cries out after him, right before it reached down and snapped his neck.

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They couldn't do anything then, so they waited till morning. Dean and Sam are looking through Johns journal, while Jay talks to Ben and Haley.

"I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real." Jay sighs, having heard this about a bajillion times. "I wish I could tell you different, but welcome to my life." "How do we know it's not out there watching us?" "Ooh, a good logical question. The answer: we don't. But it only really hunts at night so we should be good for now."

Haley stares off into the distance while Ban rocks back and forth. Jay feels bad for them; their whole world had been practically blown to bits. The only reason she was okay was because she grew up with it.

She walks over to her brothers to discus strategist. "So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one want to kill this evil bastard." "Well, hell, you know we're in."

Sam and Dean go over to the others to explain better what a wendigo is, and Jay walks over after they're done. "And then how do we stop it?" Jay smiles, holding up the last flamethrower she had found. "We gotta torch the sucker."

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The group makes their way through the forest, Jay and Dean in the lead, with her holding a flamethrower and him holding a scraped together half passable one as they pass trees covered in claw-marks and blood.

Later he and Sam switch, but Jay stays in the front with her never tiring pace. All of a sudden she stops in a clearing of broken branches and blood. "Am I the only one thinking this is way to easy?" 

Growling starts up out of nowhere, and They whip around to see blood dripping on Haley, from Roy's corps in the trees. 

"Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go! Haley, no, you can't save him."

Ben stumbles and falls, so Sam and Dean pick him up while Jay and Haley keep going, Jay half dragging her, only to stop short in front of the wendigo. Jay reaches for her flamethrowers, only to find that she dropped it. 

"Fuck."

Sam and Dean keep running only to find Jay's flamethrower and hear Haley's scream.

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Sam, Dean and Ben continue hiking through the woods when Ben posses a question.

"If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?" "Honestly? I think because Roy shot at it, pissed it off." Sam answers.

They stop short when they see a peanut m&m.

"Jay must have grabbed them, she's leaving a trail."

The three follow the trail until it reaches an abandoned mine.

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Sam shines the flashlight ahead of them and they hear growling, and he quickly shuts off the light and pulls Ben against the wall, the wendigo speeding towards them. Sam covers the new kid's mouth before he can scream, and thankfully Dean was against the wall as well. 

The wendigo takes a different tunnel, so the three keep going. The floorboards creak. "Fuck." The three fall through the floor and land in a pile of bones. Ben spots a pile of skulls and leaps backward, barely remembering not to scream.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Sam calms him down. 

The three look up and see Jay and Haley hanging from their wrists, Haley out of it and Jay barely holding on to consciousness. 

"Took... you... idiots long enough." The brothers sighed in relief at their sisters still spunky spirt while Ben ran over to his sister.

"Haley, Haley, wake up, wake up!" Sam cuts Jay down, while Dean goes over to help Ben, before moving to an empty section of floor.

"You sure you're okay?" The worried brothers say in unison. "I'm fine, chill." 

Haley and Ben are standing up and staring at one of the bodies. 

"Tommy..." The girl lets out a soft cry, touching his cheek, causing him to jerk back to life.

"Cut him down!" Haley screamed.

Dean leaps up to do as she says. 

"We're gonna get you home." Haley whispers to her brother.

"Hey y'all, look at this." Dean holds up two flare guns. "These'll work." Sam and Dean lead with the guns and the others follow, supporting each other.

They hear growling and look at each other in varying levels of annoyance and fear.

"Looks like someone's home for supper." "Dean, like 90% of the time I love your cheekiness, but right now we have bigger issue. There's barely any way for you, Sam and Ben to out run it, and Haley, Tommy and I definitely can't."

Dean glances at his younger brother.

"You thinking what I'm thing?" Sam nods and Jay groans. 

"Oh God, I hope not." She mutters.

"All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam. He's gonna get you out of here." "And let me guess, you're gonna be the dumbass distraction." "You know me all too well little sis!"

Dean starts walking down the tunnel in the opposite direction calling out into the darkness. "Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good."

Jay rolls her eyes, but follows Sam as they start making their way out of the tunnel.

Dean keeps going shouting insults at the wendigo, but instead, the other group runs into it.

"Haley, Ben, take my sister and Tommy and go." 

"What the fuck, I'm not leaving you Sam!" 

"Go! Go! Go!" Haley starts supporting Tommy while Ben drags Jay out.

Sam stands at the ready, flare gun held strong. "Come on. Come on."

He hears growling and turns around to find the wendigo behind him. "Fuck." He shoots and misses, then runs after the Collinses.

"Sam!" Jay cries out after her brother.

"Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry." They all make it out of the tunnel, the wendigo right behind them, and Sam orders them to stand behind him, his large stature hiding them all.

The wendigo approaches slowly, as if already knowing it has won, but Dean comes up behind it. 

"Hey!"

The wendigo turns around and he shoots it in the stomach, the flare going off and the monster going up in flames.

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Back at the rangers station Tommy gets loaded up into an ambulance, not Jay or Haley since they insisted they were fine. The rangers, interviewing Ben are in various states of disbelief as Sam stands behind him.

"And the bear came back again after you yelled at it?" "That's when it circled the campsite. I mean, this grizzly must have weighed eight hundred, nine hundred pounds."

Sam nods, hoping it brought a slight amount more sincerity into the other boy's statement.

"All right, we'll go after it first thing."

The two circle back to the others. "You did pretty dam good Lucy in the Sky and Nova." Dean groans. "Literally anything but that!" Jay smirks. "I'll think of a different theme tomorrow."

Haley finishes thanking Dean and she and Ben go into the ambulance to ride with their brother.

The three siblings get in the impala and start driving off.

"You know what we should do more often? Camping." 

"Fuck no!"

[kmblckbk]

sun & shadow

part 3

18+ mature content, contains smut

*contains spoilers for ACOTAR*

eris x reader / azriel x reader

word count: 2397

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You wake up the next morning to find the bed empty. You look over to the couch but Azriel wasn't here anymore. You look down at your wound, which now magically disappeared. You think back at last night. You actually couldn't believe you did that. You kissed another man. Fuck. Your mind immediately goes to Eris, you couldn't do this. But yet that feeling in your stomach doesn't lie. Azriel is your mate, and it just felt so right last night. You didn't do anything other than kiss and Azriel also slept on the couch, because after all you just knew each other for a day. You get out of bed and walk downstairs feeling good for the first time in days, no weeks, no months.

As you come downstairs you see Rhysand and the other man with wings sit at the table. "good morning, had fun with Az last night?" he says grinning at you. "already teasing the new girl Cass" Rhysand says. "hey any girl that can make Az look like he did this morning, is a friend of mine" the man with wings says. "who are you?" you ask the man. "Cassian, or Cass" he says smiling friendly at you. "well good morning to you too Cassian" you tell him smiling, before you sit down at the table and start eating breakfast. "so how are you feeling?" Rhysand asked you. "good, my wound is fully healed, didn't know magic could do that". "really, where you from then?" Cassian asked. "autumn court .... I think" you tell him. "oh shit, wait you think?" he asked confused. "well my parents left me at the autumn court boarder to let me to rot" you tell them "anyway where everyone?". "back to the real questions I see" Rhysand says grinning now too, the same way Cassian did a few seconds ago. "Azriel went to the autumn court" Rhysand tells you "and in case you really meant everyone, and not just Az. Feyre is paining at her studio". "what is he doing in the autumn court?" you ask them. "just seeing if anything changes in their behavior towards us, or any other court for that matter" Rhysand explain. "ah good thinking, Baron changes his fucking mind every fucking second. The man is pure chaos". "really?" they asked you surprised. "yes, he looks like he has everything under control but he doesn't" you tell them. "how do you know Baron? where you a worker in the autumn court?" Rhysand asked you, sounding interested now. "cauldron no I wasn't a worker there" you tell them, almost a bit offended they would think that of you. "then how do you know?" Rhysand asked.

"because" you sigh, thinking of Eris "because I was his sons girlfriend and apparently Baron didn't like a bastard for his son, so he banished me. told me the people of the autumn court already hated me now. And that they would hate me even more when I became the wife of the new high lord" you tell them looking down at the table. "wait you dated Eris?" Cassian asks you. you nod your head "apparently I didn't mean as much to him as I thought. He didn't even come to find me" you let out a humorous laugh "to think he was ready to propose to me". "wait he was gonna ask you to marry him?" Rhys asked sharing a look with Cassian. "apparently it wasn't as serious as I thought" you say trying not to cry as your vision blurred. "for what it's worth, I thing Eris is a right asshole" Cassian says. "I used to think he only acted like an asshole so people would fear him. I thought I knew him better than that, the real him. but maybe he only showed me that side because that was his fake side" you tell them in a whisper. The rest of breakfast was silent.

Azriel's pov

"I was waiting for you" Eris says as you walk out of the shadows. Before you even know what happens Eris' lips are on yours, pushing you against the tree behind you. Eris' hands tug at your hair, as he deepens the kiss. You open your mouth to let him in, his tongue entering your mouth, kissing you passionately. You love this, you love the feeling of his lips on yours. But then y/n comes to mind. Shit. You softly push Eris back, both trying to catch your breath. "I'm sorry Eris i...I can't" you tell him, still trying to catch your breath. "why not you initiated it, I thought you wanted this too" Eris says. "I do, I mean I did" you tell him. "what changed?" Eris asks you confused. "I found my mate" you tell him. his face falls a bit, but you see he immediately corrects it. "I'm sorry" you tell him.

"so who is the lucky one?" Eris asks you, taking a few steps back, creating space between you, like it cost him every fiber of his being not to kiss you again. "I, I only know her for a day, I found her at the night court boarder. She was hurt so we took care of her. She's a bastard too, just like me. I just know she understands, she is sweet but bold at the same time. And that's everything I already know about her after a day". You see Eris swallow deeply. "just make sure she doesn't break your heart. She sounds exactly like my girl and well, we know how that ended." He says, his head hanging a bit. "I'm sorry about this Eris, I though, I wish-". "it's okay Az" Eris says in a sad tone.

You want to turn away but you can't leave Eris like this. "do you know for sure it was her who stole your mothers dowry?" you ask him. "what else could have happened, my dad was telling the truth". "you know I'm not a fan of Baron. But if I know one thing, is that that man has a whole lot of secrets. and let be honest, I wouldn't put it past baron to banish her and blame her for some shit she did not really do" you tell him. "maybe that's worse" Eris says. "why?". "because then I just left her, then I just let her go and she will be waiting for me or worse. maybe she died somewhere in the fucking woods... alone. Wishing I was there to safe her" he says as he quickly wipes a tear that slipped his eye away. "all I'm saying is you better look into it, who knows maybe she's still waiting for you somewhere". He nods his head and you turn around to leave. "thanks Az" he says. "take care Eris" you tell him before you leave.

You later land back in Velaris. You're already planning in your head to take y/n on a date today get to really know your mate. But as you enter the town house there is a tension hanging in the air. Rhys and Cassian are in deep conversation about something and y/n is nowhere to be seen. "where's y/n?" you ask them immediately, hoping nothing bad happened. "sit down Az" Rhys says, which has you worried for a second. "is she okay?" you ask them. "she's fine, I think" Rhys says as you sit down. "what's this about then?" you ask them, the serious look not disappearing from their faces. "did you know y/n was gonna marry Eris?" Rhys asked you. the question hits you hard. You almost think he is mocking you at first, that he somehow found out about you and Eris but he couldn't know. "what?" you asked confused. "she told us Eris was gonna propose to her. that's why baron banished her" Cassian says. "wait so she didn't steal the dowry of baron's wife?" you say more to yourself. "what? What did you hear?" Rhys asked. "I, uhm" you say not looking your brothers in the eye. "Az what's going on? what do you know?" Rhys asks. "shit" you sigh. "Az you can tell us" Cassian says, seeming to mean it. "I, Eris told me about his proposal. I swear I didn't know it was her. shit. Eris" you say taking a deep breath "he thinks she left him. baron had told him she took his moms dowry with her. the motherfucker. So Eris think she ran and never loved him. shit". "and why exactly would Eris tell you all of this?" Rhys asked. "because, I , we" you actually can't get the words to form properly. "I always knew you and Eris had some kind of love hate relationship" Cassian teases. "listen that is over know that I know y/n is my mate" you tell them. They both look shocked at you. "she's your mate?" Rhys says and you nod. "well shit". "shit indeed" you sigh. How are you gonna explain it to them. How are you gonna explain to y/n and Eris what's really going on. and what if she leaves you because Eris wants her back. You were so fucked.

y/n pov

you were walking down thru the garden when you see Azriel walk towards you. "hey" you say smiling at him. damn why did it feel you already knew him for years. "hey, how are you feeling?" he asked you. "I'm great, the wound is fully healed and I explored the city a bit. It already feels like home, I never really had that feeling before. It's weird" you tell him. a soft smile appears on his face "I'm glad". You wanted to ask him about the autumn court, but you stop yourself before you do that. You don't want to know what's going on. what if Eris already found someone else. Your heart stops beating for a moment when you think of that, but you quickly shake it off. Eris is in the past, Azriel is your future.

"I was wondering" Azriel begins "would you like to go on a date tonight?". "I would really like that" you tell him smiling. Eris never took you on a date, he was always too busy. "I would really like that" you say again a big smile spreading across your face. Azriel smiles back before he places a soft kiss on your cheek. "I'll see you tonight then" he says as he walks away.

As soon as he leaves you rush into the house to see if you have anything to wear. As you enter you almost run into Rhysand, he just stops you just in time, putting his arms out to hold your shoulders. "ho there" he says "what's the rush". "oh I uhm" you say a little shy now, but still smiling because Azriel just asked you out. "y/n why were you storming in like that?" he asks, looking confused now, because you were clearly happy about something, not afraid or anything. "Az asked me out and I don't think I have anything to wear. So I, you know. It was just my enthusiasm I think, I never been on a date". "you can wear a dress of mine" Feyre says walking in behind you. "really" you say turning around. "yeah sure" she says smiling at you. "come on, let's get you a beautiful dress for your date" she says. You follow her upstairs. "have fun!" Rhysand yells behind you.

"so Az is taking you on a date huh" Feyre asks. "yeah it's weird, I know we only know eachother for like a day. But it feels like I've know him way longer than that. Maybe that's just how strong the mating bond is, I guess". "wait he's your mate?" Feyre asks surprised. "yeah he is" you tell her. "wow, I'm happy for you. and I'm happy for Az, he deserves it more than anyone else. He deserves the peace and love" she says, she sounds sincere. "has he been though a lot? I mean I've seen his hands. but was it really that bad?" you ask her, feeling like maybe you should take it slow with him. "yeah he's been through a lot. But that are stories you have to ask him yourself. I don't even know half of it" she says. "I will, maybe not on this date though" you say smiling to her. "no not on this date. Just take It slow with him, he can really be closed off sometimes. Mostly he just sits and observes, he's a man of not many words". While you 2 talk she's putting some dresses out on the bed. "wait really, I haven't noticed, we talked a lot last night". "really?! He must really trust you then" she tells you "he barely talks to us. And if he does it's all tactical planning or what he heard when he spied on someone". "oh" you say a little confused now.

"what about these?" she asks changing the subject the the dresses. "these are beautiful" you tell her. Feyre laid out a yellow , black and deep blue dress. All equally beautiful. you try all of them on. "I think I like this one the best" you tell her coming out in the deep blue dress.

"you look stunning. Blue is his color by the way, so you chose perfectly, he will love it". "thanks Feyre" "no worries, have fun on your date tonight y/n" she calls after you as you leave her room. You quickly do your hair and make-up when there is a knock at the door. "come in" you say. The door opens, and you don't hear anything for a moment. "wow" you hear a low voice say, Azriel "you look so beautiful". "thank you. you look great to" you tell him. "I'm just wearing my leathers" he says dryly. "yeah so, you still look beautiful" you tell him, which makes him blush a little and you already know you want to see that blush way more often now. "are you ready to go?" he asks you. "yes let's go" you say hooking your arm thu his as. "were are we going?" you ask him. "to the best restaurant in Velaris, I reserved the best spot, just for us" he says as he leads the way.

part 4

masterlist

[abbatoirablaze]

At Death's Door, Chapter 10

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none really

“So if Tommy’s not due back for a while, how do you know somethings wrong?” Sam asked.  I stood in the corner with Dean, observing her.  He pretended to look a book on the shelf while Sam questioned the boy’s sister.

“He checks in every day by cell,” Hailey said, “he emails photos, stupid little videos.  But we haven’t heard anything in over three days now.  And some chick came by saying that she was an activist for the park, and something dangerous was going on.  I’ve been bugging Ranger Wilkerson but he’s doing nothing.”

“Well maybe he can’t get cell reception,” Sam said quickly, “I mean, especially if he’s in the middle of the forest.”

“An activist?” Dean asked.

“He’s got a satellite phone too!��� she answered quickly, ignoring Dean’s question.

“Could it be that he’s just having fun and forgot to check in?” Dean asked. 

“He wouldn’t do that!”

“Our parents are gone, it’s just my two brothers and me.  We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.”

“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asked. 

“Yeah,” she said, pulling out her laptop and loading up the images, “That’s Tommy. This is his last message.”

She hit play and the older brother began to attempt to calm his younger sisters’ nerves.  But in the background, I could see the faintest of shadows speeding behind the tent.

“Well, we’ll find your brother,” Dean said in a comforting tone, “we’re heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing in the morning.”

“Then maybe I’ll see you there,” she said, walking past us, “the last person that came went looking for him a few days before his last message.  She said that people were going missing, and she had to warn him.”

“I think I know how you feel,” Dean said slowly.  I looked at him and his eyes connected with hers.  He wasn’t searching for John; he was looking for Hannah.  He just hoped that if he told Sammy he was looking for him, he’d follow, “the girl…petite blonde thing?  Her name is Hannah and she goes after dangerous people…some might even call them animals.”

“Green eyes?” Hailey asked.  Dean nodded and she laughed, “she said that if she didn’t come back someone would come looking for her.”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Dean admitted.  I looked at him, brow raised, but he wouldn’t move his eyes from the girl, “I need to find her.  She always checks in too.  We can look for your brother as well.”

“Look I can’t sit around here anymore so I hired a guide.  I’m heading out in the morning and I’m gonna find Tommy myself.  If you guys want to join in, you can, but I won’t wait up for you!”

“Hey,” Sam asked, “do you mind forwarding these to me?”

“Sure,” she sighed. 

They exchanged email addressed and almost in silence we made our way back to the car.

“What was that?”

“Huh?”

I looked at Dean, “you shared a look with that girl.”

“He was probably just hitting on her,” Sam growled, checking his phone to see if she’d sent the emails yet.  He sighed and put it down.  Dean didn’t acknowledge my statement, “it’s Dean after all.”

“But he said he was dating Hannah,” I said, pushing it further, “that look you shared with her…you weren’t lying, were you?  Are you seeing Hannah?”

“I’m hungry Sammy.  Let’s get something to eat.” Dean said, ignoring me once more.  Sam didn’t argue and we began to look for a place to get some food.

We went to a bar and grabbed some food while Sammy went over the details.  He also slowed down the video to show Dean the thing rushing through in the background. 

“I told you something was going on here.  Dad probably came to check it out after Constance.  Hell, he probably got word from Hannah.”

“Why isn’t he solving the cases Dean?  This seems like a witch hunt?”

“He’s following Hannah, who’s following yellow eyes.”

“Hailey said Hannah was just here a few days ago,” I said, “If John left his notebook for you, we must have beaten him by a day at most.  I mean, who knows where Hannah or John are.  They could be anywhere.  You know that.”

“Well, we can’t just leave these people here,” Dean growled at me, “we have to help them.  It’s what dad would want.”

“Are you sure you aren’t just hoping that Hannah is still here?”

“Shut up Dahlia,” he growled, “what happened to wanting to help people?”

Sam nodded in agreeance with Dean, that John would want us to help, and went over how every 23 years like clockwork, people disappeared.  Then he mentioned in 59, how a kid had survived. 

That was our next stop. 

“I know why you’re really doing this,” I said as we waited for Sam to come outside.  I wanted to push him further, “you’re trying to find Hannah, aren’t you?”

“I’m trying to find my dad.”

“You don’t give a shit about your dad,” I said, smugly, “you’re going after her.  That look you shared with Hailey…you know Hannah went after whatever is in those woods.  John may have kept following yellow eyes, but you know Hannah wouldn’t leave civilians behind to just die.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said in a husky voice, “dad pointed us in this direction for a reason.  He left his journal.  He wouldn’t do that without cause.”

“He also knew that you would follow Hannah to the end of the earth.  I remember how you acted in Houston, Dean.  You were overprotective of her then.  That was before Bobby allowed her to go hunting with you guys’ full time.  I can only imagine how that protectiveness grew as she became an adult.”

“How do you know any of this information?”

“Your dad and I kept communications…who do you think kept an eye on Sammy all this time, Dean?  Someone had to watch him.  Just like someone had to reign you in.  Your dad knew that Hannah would keep you a good little soldier. You are wrapped around her finger…play the man whore all you want, but if push came to shove…”

“What are you trying to say?” he growled, looking at me, “are you asking me if me and Hannah are a thing?  If I banged her?  You think that’s why I’m such a good little soldier?”

“Did you?”

“No,” he said, mostly in disgust, “Hannah isn’t something you just fool around with.  She’s a kid for Christ’s sake.  Just 18.  I’m 26.”

“You’ve never treated her like a kid, Dean,” I said, choosing my words carefully.  I tried not to push him too hard, because I could see a look in his eyes.  He felt something for her, and something may have happened, but he pushed her away.  Was that the reason that she was gone now? “I remember going on trips with you guys.  When we would visit Bobby and Hannah.  She means something to you…and you told Hailey that you were dating her.”

“I can care about people,” he said angrily, “I’m not some heartless bitch of a demon like you are.”

“I’m not a demon,” I replied, “you know that, Dean.”

“Well, you’re not human,” he muttered as Sammy opened the door, and got in, “what’s the address, Sammy?”

“Who pissed in your Wheaties?” he asked, closing the door.  Dean didn’t answer.  Sam gave him the address and we headed off. 

Chapter 11

[zaffrenotes]

To Ruined Friendships

Fandom: Westworld Pairing: Logan Delos x Reader Rating/Warnings: PG-13; spicy language, alcohol consumption, heavy smoochin Author's Note: This entire thing was inspired by a dream I had about one black hat cowboy who cannot for the life of him consume a drink without looking like he's going to inhale it. I tried to work on my other WIPs for an entirely different fandom, but my brain refused to focus on anyone other than Logan Delos. I don't have the energy to create a sideblog for this, so any Logan fans who happen to find this from the tags, please don't judge me for the other fandom(s) I'm in. I already know, lol. Word Count/Reading Time: +/- 2600 words (10 minutes reading)

hell if I know who to tag for this...if I ever write more and you want to get an update, leave a comment, I guess?: @the-blind-assassin-12 @ao719 @the-soot-sprite possibly @ofpixelsandscribbles @burnsoslow

Another night rubbing shoulders with the elite in a penthouse, and all you want to do is retreat into one of the half dozen empty rooms to rest your feet. Beauty always has a price, and tonight your feet were being sacrificed to the stiletto gods in the name of fashion. As a waiter weaves between guests, you deftly trade the empty crystal flute in your hand for a fresh one off their tray, the slim glass chilling your fingertips.

A tiny, imperceptible sigh slips past your lips as you look out at the wall of windows, city skyline twinkling in the distance. Glancing through the crowd, you try to find a familiar face of one of your girlfriends, when you feel someone’s fingers on your back, ghosting over the ink at the base of your spine. Over your shoulder, a warm, though somewhat world-weary voice makes your body tingle. “Hey gorgeous, I was wondering if I’d see you here tonight.”

You know he’s grinning before you even turn your head; a sly smile spreads across your painted lips when you see you were right, and you lean in to press your cheek to Logan’s in greeting. His beard tickles your face, and the movement is small, but you feel him pull you closer to him, pressing his fingertips into your smooth skin. “You know me,” you reply, gently squeezing his bicep for balance, noses nearly touching as you both move to kiss the other cheek. “Any excuse to squander part of my father’s fortune on a party dress.”

His cheek twitches up as he grins wider, and once more, the grit in his voice makes you want to find a dark corner and do unspeakable things with him. “Only you could make a napkin’s worth of fabric look like couture,” he teases, stepping back to admire your outfit. “I own pocket squares larger than what you’ve got on!” His gaze lowers appreciatively, taking you in, before settling at your feet. You shift your weight from one hip to the other; tilting your head back to take a sip of champagne, you’re surprised to see his dark eyes on you as you swallow and lower the glass. There’s a hint of something there, the way the corners of his eyes crinkle. “Been here long? Why don’t we find somewhere quiet to catch up? You can let your hair down, along with… anything else, to get comfortable.” Were it not for the playful expression in his eyes, his proposition would warrant throwing the remainder of your drink directly into his exquisite face.

But you know Logan. You’ve known him too long for the invitation to be anything but amicable, much to your dismay. You’re well aware of the caliber of women he’s taken to the bedroom, and while you consider yourself attractive enough for the circles you keep, there’s no way he would ever see you as more than just a family friend. Knowing that doesn’t keep you from stroking his ego and taunting him at every opportunity, though. “My hair’s already down,” you tease, grinning as you roll your eyes at him.

“You know what I mean,” he replies, brushing your tresses over one shoulder. His thumb lingers on the strip of silk there, slipping between the material to rest on your skin, before pulling away. “We’ve known each other for years now, you’d think there would’ve been one night of indecency.” Before you’re able to respond, he glances up, noticing one of the other guests. “To be continued,” he says, raising his brows to you. He’s already begun to walk away.

“As always,” you reply, raising your glass to him.

-

You catch his eye more than a few times as you both make the rounds, catching up with friends and being introduced to new acquaintances vying for a way into social circles and business ventures. He winks at you before throwing back a drink, appearing as if he’d take a bite out of the glass to get every last drop of liquid from it. You nod as you pass by him while he converses with another guest, your arm linked with a friend’s as you walk off to powder your noses. You even catch him looking at you from across the room like he wants to ask you something, but the moment disappears when he pulls his phone from his pocket to take a call.

The evening goes on much longer than you anticipated. Even with windows of interesting conversation to pass the time, you begin to grow weary of the company, drowning out a discussion around you while you stake a claim on one of the pristine white couches. Your legs are crossed in front of you, one foot dangling in the air, while the one closer to the floor looks like it’s about to snap away from the rest of your leg. You’re balancing the weight on a sliver of one side of the heels, and you gaze out at the outdoor pool, wishing you could sit by the edge and dip your feet in the cool, chlorinated water.

Scanning through the guests once more, you notice Logan at the bar. He’s in the middle of a conversation with two gentlemen, but he catches your eye, glancing over long enough to notice your legs again. He flicks his eyes upwards to the rooms, tilting his head at an angle in silent question. You scoff and shake your head, blinking slowly to dismiss his invitation, and give up your position on the couch to go to look for the bathroom. He simply smiles as you cross the room, before returning to the conversation at the bar.

-

You’re outside on one of the balconies, forearms resting on the brushed steel railing as you lean against metal and glass, absentmindedly staring out at the city. The cool night air feels refreshing against your skin, now warm and flushed from too much champagne and not enough food; there’s never enough food at these things, and you would sell your soul for a plate of loaded nachos or even a tiny slider. Behind you, there’s a click and a hiss from the plate glass door opening. Jovial music and conversation from inside filters through the temporary break, and you sigh to yourself in preparation of putting on your party face to make idle conversation.

“That is one hell of a view.” An all too familiar voice fills the air after the door hisses shut. Logan.

You respond without turning around to acknowledge him. “Your family sure knows how to pick a party venue, I’ll give you that.”

“We do, but that’s not the view I was talking about.”

Body warming at his suggestive tone, you turn around to see Logan’s eyes fixed on your backside, unashamed of his blatant ogling. There’s a glass tumbler in his hand, with barely a sip’s worth of what looks like whiskey in it. “There you go again, getting a girl’s hopes up,” you tease, fidgeting with your hair.

“You know you’re fucking gorgeous, especially in that dress tonight.” His voice travels as he walks over to a darker part of the balcony, swirling the remnants of his drink.

Emboldened by the alcohol still coursing through your system, you play along, walking slowly towards him. “Let me guess, next you’re going to tell me it would look even better in a pile next to your bed.” You roll your eyes at him, but your heart begins to race at the idea.

He grins warmly at you, a tendril of hair knocking loose when he tilts his head and shrugs. You want to reach forward and smooth it back in place, and run your fingers against the side of his scalp. His hair’s longer than it was before; he’s been away at the park for a longer visit this time around. His unnervingly dark eyes are practically black in the shadows, eyeing you like prey. Extending a hand towards you, he reaches for the strap on your shoulder again as if to adjust it, but instead he lifts it and lets it fall off the slope of your skin, staring at the unblemished swath of flesh before him. You feel the material fall until it rests in the crook of your elbow, thankful to be holding up a glass to keep the silk from falling away any further off your body. “A dress like this? I’d have the decency to hang it up first.” He tugs at the fabric again, pulling it up over your shoulder to return your modesty.

“Keep saying shit like that, and one of these days I might believe you.”

“Should I keep talking then?” He chuckles.

You exhale, shaking your head with disbelief. He takes another step away from where you can be seen, and you follow him. “I’m not drunk enough to take you seriously,” you scoff, looking just beyond his gaze.

Logan reaches forward again, fingers landing on the base of your glass, and he pushes it up towards your mouth. “Then by all means, take another sip,” he grins.

“Bullshit,” you utter through a nervous smile, though you don’t stop yourself from tipping the edge of the flute to your lips and tilting your head up, downing half the contents in one gulp.

“Fuck it,” he whispers.

You swallow, and effervescent bubbles tickle the length of your throat so much that it takes you a second to register feeling Logan’s lips at the juncture of your jawline and earlobe. The way his beard brushes against you as you pull the glass away from your lips makes you lose your grip, and the flute falls to the ground, shattering near your feet. You gasp with surprise, unsure if it’s from the shock of dropping the glass or from the fact that Logan fucking Delos just kissed you.

In one swift movement, Logan wraps his unencumbered hand around your waist to pivot you away from the broken glass. His drink-laden hand blindly stretches out to set the glass on the thin metal railing, and he kisses you properly this time, impossibly soft lips on your open mouth and both of his hands are on your waist. He tastes sweet, smokey and woody from the whiskey, setting your lips on fire as he kisses you. Your hands fly up to his shoulders, gripping at his suit jacket as he leads you both towards an exterior wall. The shock of the cool wall against your exposed back makes you gasp again, and you push Logan away. “What’re you doing?” Your head is swimming, blood pulsing from the alcohol and the rush of emotions as you search Logan’s eyes for an answer.

“Might be ending our friendship,” he laughs wryly. His eyes land on your lips, before looking up to meet your gaze. “Want me to stop?”

The look in his eyes is intense; two black pools stare into you, daring you to continue. You tug the lapels of his jacket, pulling him close as your pelvis tilts forward to meet his. “Finish what you start,” you whisper, Cheshire-grin giving away your desire. He kisses you again, grabbing hold of the back of your thighs as he lifts you. You spread your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he presses you up against the wall, the pair of you kissing each other like it’s your last night on earth. There’s an urgency in your actions; if there’s a moment of hesitation from either of you, the spell will break, so you ignore the burning in your lungs to kiss him again. When you feel how hard he is pressed up against you, you tilt your head back and let your eyes flutter closed. He takes it as an opportunity to swirl his tongue against your neck, and you think about feeling his tongue elsewhere on your body.

Your back presses against the wall even more, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist tighter, pinning you in place. As you utter curses of pleasure into the night air, your feet feel relief for the first time all night, weightless as you destroy any propriety that existed with Logan Delos.

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You can feel the sun against your eyelids, and the soft sounds of someone typing away at a keyboard. Between the dull ache at the base of your skull and your throbbing temples, you smack your lips together a few times, grimacing at the dryness in your mouth. You turn your face into what you think is a pillow, but determine to be a fleece blanket due to its soft yet formless design. There’s a faint aroma of coffee in the air, and you hope your roommate left some in the carafe. “Dear god, don’t let me drink that much ever again,” you groan, voice strained and scratchy from dehydration. “I made a complete ass of myself in front of Logan.” A minute passes without your roommate’s usual prodding; all you hear is typing now and then. “How’d we get home?”

You’re met with more silence, but your level of irritation is nothing compared to the hangover headache growing with each passing minute of consciousness. You’re about to ask for Tylenol, when you hear the click and hiss of a glass door opening, followed by the sound of someone splashing in a pool. The apartment you share with your roommate has no access to a pool, let alone a back door made of glass. Opening your eyes feels like peeling apart pieces of tape, but with effort you blink slowly and allow your eyes to focus, trying to ignore the glare from the midday sun. You realize the fleece blanket you were resting on was your arm, nestled in the sleeve of a plush bathrobe. It was the kind of robe often seen hanging in the bathroom of high-end hotels.

“That was a side of you I haven’t seen before. Good morning, sunshine.” The voice is distinctively, impossibly Logan’s, with a new note of lightness to it that wasn’t present during last night’s party. “Care to see something interesting?”

You push yourself off the sofa slowly, adjusting the robe on you - apparently you fell asleep wearing it, and you have no idea where your dress or shoes are - and sit up. Logan’s dressed casually in black, seated at a desk a few feet away, with multiple monitors in front of him. One looks to be running code or tracking stock market activity, but he disconnects the laptop in the middle of the desk and carries it over to the couch, taking a seat next to you. There’s a video clip paused on the screen, and he waits to make sure you’re alert enough to watch, before letting it play.

The video shows a clip from the hotel’s CCTV cameras, pointed at the infinity pool. The only lights are coming from the pool walls, and the timestamp reflects it was the middle of the night, long after the party would’ve ended. There’s a naked male figure treading water matching Logan’s build, and then an undressed woman appears from the bottom edge of the frame, preparing to jump into the pool with him. You gasp, covering your mouth with one hand, making out a tattoo on her lower back - your tattoo - before cannonballing into the pool and making out with Logan just before dipping under the water’s surface.

Logan pauses the video, beaming an annoyingly adorable smug expression across his face as he resists the urge to tease you right away. Instead, he leans over, pecks your cheek, and eyes the glimpse of cleavage availed to him between the folds of your robe. “Lady’s choice - I could fuck your hangover away, or there’s coffee in the kitchen. What’ll it be?”

[supremeinlilac]

A Winter Surprise

Prompt: Something like where reader is an airline pilot and they haven't seen each other in a long time due to reader's work. So reader is coming home for the Christmas holidays and goes to pick up Cordelia from the academy in her pilot uniform coming straight from the airport. Maybe the people there don't know about reader so they're hella confused.

Reader takes Cordelia to Switzerland or somewhere else snowy to celebrate intimate Christmas together. Maybe the reader proposes there? Could you add some snowy walks, hand holding and window shopping and something else hella mushy and sweet? Like Cordelia has hearts for eyes 24/7.

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word Count: 4725

PART 2 HERE

A/n: Thank you once again for this AMAZING prompt!! I loved writing it, and I think it turned out even better the 2nd time lmaoo :) anyway this is going to have only 2 parts because I ran away with myself but I decided to merge the first 2 parts into this one lololol, the second part is a little soft smut because why not.

Also, I really haven’t proof read this, so please let me know if I’ve accidently left a note to myself in this haha. Anyway, I hope this is okay <33

You loved your job wholeheartedly, there was no denying that. It gave you room to experience everything you wanted, from travelling to new places that you could explore on days off, to seeing different cultures and learning languages. Plus, the feeling of being above the line of clouds, watching the earth move slowly beneath you never failed to draw in a breath of admiration. It gave you so much perspective, and helped to keep you grounded, for lack of a better word. Seeing the world below you, so small in the grand scheme of things made you appreciate everything.

You missed your girlfriend selfishly though. Your work as a pilot meant you might have to go months without seeing her and feeling her soft touch. It meant you’d both be frustrated and lonely in these times; which was starting to put a massive strain on your relationship. You’d argue while together about your work schedule, prompting you to take more shifts which never helped in the long run.

Christmas was coming up and you’d not seen her since the start of November, having been mercilessly booked with flights that left you across the world from her. You had planned to surprise Cordelia at Christmas. Well, it was more than one surprise you had up your sleeve; but the first was returning two days early to collect her. Zoe and Mallory were in on your heist, fully committed to handling the school’s affairs for two days for Delia to up and leave.

At your arrival at the academy, girls’ eyes lingered on you as you walked up to the heavy front doors. You supposed they weren’t aware of your job, having only seen you in civilian clothing. Smiling at their confusion, you rang the doorbell, falling backwards slightly to wait. Madison opened the door after a few seconds, eyes widening at your uniform and giving a short whistle. “Damn girl, looking good!” she chided, eyes flicking down your smart navy uniform. Her lips tugged up at one side and she waved her hand so you could enter. “I bet Delia loves a woman in uniform.” She teased; smirk set on her face as she swatted the back of your slacks when you passed. “She’s in the kitchen, I’ll go and get here.”

“No don’t. I’ll find her.” You stopped her with a hand on her wrist, wanting to find your girlfriend yourself. Madison straightened up immediately, hand coming up to her face in a mock salute. “Yes Ma’am.” She spoke seriously, before giggling and pulling you into a hug.

“I’ve missed you Y/n. You have a good time with Cordy, kay?”

“Missed you too Madison.”

Watching her disappear up the stairs before turning and heading for the kitchen. Seeing Cordelia’s shadow on the wall as you approached, you smoothed down the lapels of your uniform and stood against the doorframe. Delia had her back to you, stirring a drink and swaying to the music from the radio. You watched her, waiting for a time when she’d put the mug down so you could make your presence known without the fear of her burning herself on the drink.

Clearing your throat, her head lifted and she turned quickly, gasp leaving her lips and a momentary shock making her freeze. Snapping out of her trance, Cordelia practically threw herself onto you, arms around your neck as she took in your familiar scent.

“You told me you weren’t coming back until Friday!” she accused, grip not faltering on you as you held each other. Her hands stroked your hair when she finally pulled away, just enough to allow you to still hold her.

“I managed to get off early, I thought I’d surprise you.” You smiled when she pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. Cordelia hummed in response, letting you know that she was most pleasantly surprised by your early return.

“Speaking of surprises… We’re going away for Christmas. I managed to pull some strings and get us some tickets” you started to dance with her, pulling her into a light rhythm as you laughed. “We’re going to Switzerland Delia!”

“A white Christmas?” She beamed at the vigorous nod of your head, head falling backwards and eyes closing, picturing the both of you in a warmly lit café by the snowy mountain.

“I love you and your surprises my dear.” She breathed, pulling you by the back of the neck into another kiss she spoke through the chaste kisses, “I’m glad- that- you’re- back.”

A group of the young girls came giggling into the kitchen, forcing you to part, blushing with your hands still together. They stopped when they saw you, silence falling over the space as they didn’t know what to do having interrupted your reunion. “Girls.” You spoke warmly to them, sensing their discomfort, and you pulled the Supreme behind you, past them.

Ascending the stairs to your shared room, you felt Cordelia’s gaze on your back, making you sway your hips slightly to tease.

“You look so good in that uniform baby girl.” She purred, eyes on your butt as you walked in front of her. A quick glance behind you saw the familiar glint of lust in your girlfriend’s eyes, and the smirk that painted her lips.

“But I think I still prefer what’s underneath.”

 You change into a favourite top of yours and jeans while Cordelia busied herself with packing on the bed beside you. She rambled about the happenings of the academy, everything you’d missed in your months absent, pausing on the packing when she’d reach an exciting bit, arms coming up to exaggerate the story.

You told her about the new countries you’d visited and which little romantic places you wanted to take her when she didn’t have so much business to care for anymore. You didn’t want to linger on the thought of what actually had to happen for the title of Supreme to be passed on; focusing instead on the beautiful places that you longed to take her, but probably never could.

After her initial shock of being offered a white Christmas abroad with you, her responsibility to the school ebbed her back into her senses. “But how am I going to run a school if we’re abroad?” she questioned, her perfectionism spiking as she started to worry, “not to mention my duties as Supreme. There’s just too much to think about. What if-” you’d cut off her upcoming rambling with a lengthy kiss, which she relaxed into; eventually giving in to you.

Describing how Zoe and Queenie had offered to run the school in her absence, insisting how competent they’d become and that Delia had helped form them into wonderful young ladies during their time at Miss Robichaux's. Myrtle had spoken to the board on your behalf, stating how Cordelia needed a break in order to be at her best for the order, and how this would be the best thing for everyone. She’d goaded at the men who’d disagreed, saying sarcastically that it was only for two weeks and if they couldn’t control things for that amount of time then they should rethink their position there.

Closing her case with a snap of the clasps, she smiled, having made up her mind. “It is only two weeks.” She agreed with a nod of her head, sliding up to you and tilting her head. “But we can do a lot together in that time” she kissed you, hands at your waist and a glint in her eyes before walking away. You whined at her pulling away, grasping at the fabric of her blouse.

“There’ll be plenty more time for that, sweetheart. Now where did I put my shoes?” She asked, squeezing your chin once before ducking to look under the bed. You picked up the shoes by the door and pushed them into her hands, lifting her case and wheeling it through the door.

Cordelia insisted on speaking to the older girls before you departed, quizzing them on the class rota and giving them a folder which she said contained detailed lists of what needed to be done, which some of the girls shared knowing glances at one another at. You had to practically pull her away lest she overwhelm the girls; or get too anxious over what may happen in her absence and decide it would be better to simply stay.

 On the plane Cordelia sat by the window and you beside her; you had the pleasure of such a view on a daily basis. The plane was relatively quiet for this time of year, almost half the seats remaining unoccupied as it took off, meaning you had the row empty, and where somewhat private.

“Why do you have a list of things you do everyday? When you do them everyday?” you grinned across at your organised Supreme who had opened a Sudoku puzzle and was staring at it with concentration, tongue poking out between teeth.

“You never know when your lady knight in shining armour is going to whisk you away on holiday, now, do you?” bumping her shoulder with yours, eyes still on the puzzle. “Helps to be organised, is all. And hey! It came in useful didn’t it?”

 Leaving the airport, you pulled your coat tighter around yourself, a shiver prickling over the exposed skin at your neck. The view was already breath taking, you heard Cordelia gasp next to you as she set her case on the ground and raised her head. The snowy mountains peaked in the distance over the buildings of the small city which held the airport. Everything was bright; blindingly so as the sun breamed onto the snow covering the house and pavements.

“It’s gorgeous, my love.”

“Just wait till we get to Zermatt, D.”

You’d booked a small cabin house in Zermatt, a quiet town in Switzerland that your co-worker had recommended. He’d said it was never too busy, which would make it perfect for your intimate winter trip with Cordelia that you’d gushed about. You took the single mountain train that took you into the town, faces pressed to icy windows at the views.

The train journey was short into the town, filled with surprised gasps and pointing out animals that passed. You let your head rest on Cordelia’s shoulder, fingers laced with hers as you both took in the passing snow topped trees and vast frozen lakes. After about 20 minutes of stretching mountains, the train pulled out to reveal your pretty little town of lights.

“There it is.” You pointed to Cordelia, and she let out a small noise at the sight of where you’d be staying. In the dusk of the evening, the town was illuminated by a warm orange glow of cabin house lights, mountains looming behind and enveloping the town in a calm nook of the valley. Pine trees scattered through the cabins, leading to a forest off to the side of the town, climbing into the mountains.

“It’s so beautiful. How did you know about this place?”

“My co-pilot, Mark, do you remember meeting him at that fancy Houston party?” Cordelia nodded, eyes still trained on the town we were now looming in on. “He saw me searching for places and recommended a few places that would be quiet. Said that it pays to be a pilot; you know about the most beautiful places that no one else does.”

 When you arrived at the cabin, giddy with excitement from the built up of the trip, Cordelia wasted no time with using her magic to transport your bags inside so that you could look around. The wooden floors creaked beautiful under foot, socks slipping slightly in your haste to see the rooms. There was a cosy living room with a fireplace and a note saying that wood had been stocked out the back, and soft sofa’s with plush red throws draped over the back. The kitchen was old fashioned with a wooden island, and the walls decorated with wintery scenic photography.

The house was warm, and through the door towards the back of the floor you were met with tiled flooring and large wooden beams covered in hanging fairy lights. The hot tub sat in the middle of the room, the ceiling a gaping glass sheet so you could look up to the sky, framed cinematically with snow dusted trees and the shimmering lights.

Cordelia called you back from your slight daze at the rooms, to follow her voice through to the bedroom. She was lazed on her side in the middle of the bed, seductively stroking the blanket and winking. You laughed at her antics, “we’ve only just got here D, you can’t always be in the mood.”

She grinned, sitting up and pulling you down to straddle her, bopping you on the nose and squeezing your cheeks. “For you, my darling. I am always in the mood.” You blushed, squirming on her lap before forcing yourself to move off her and grabbing her hand.

“Come on, you have to see in this room!” you voiced enthusiastically, practically dragging her after you in your hurry to show her what you’d found.

After having explored the cabin thoroughly you both showered, scrubbing off the feeling of travel from your bodies, before pulling warm clothes on and skipping out of the door with hands held to explore the small town under the hood of the afternoon, sky just beginning to darken as the sun dipped behind the mountains.

The town was so peaceful and warm, despite the snow, due to the glow of the lights and the eery lack of the quiet hum of traffic and bustling crowds. Houses looked too perfect with the undisturbed layer of snow that coated the rooves and painted a scene of perfect calm. You and Cordelia had your faces pressed against the glass of one of the small shops, watching a intricate wooden music box tinkling on the display stand, hands linked as she pulled you inside.

The tiny high street contained a small selection of these shops, selling little trinkets to the few tourists that found themselves inhabiting the cabins in winter. Cordelia had bought you a little pendant necklace with your birthstone embedded into, which she’d told you she’d get engraved back home with your initials. You couldn’t help but go back to the store the next day, alone under the guard of getting alcohol from the shop while she ran a bath, and purchasing her the same necklace with her own stone in. You thought she’d appreciate the notion that you both held something so close to your heart that the other also had next to theirs; a reminder that even when you were away for work, you’d always be there.

Eventually, you both found yourself in a cosy little café, nestled in the back in a two-person booth, warm in the glow of the wooden cabin. In an attempt to rid your bones of the deep chill that had settled throughout the day, you ordered steaming hot chocolates with cream and marshmallows. They’d come promptly, and you thanked the waitress before sinking your chin into your hands to stare admiringly at the woman opposite, only to find her in much a similar position, having been beaming, watching you interact with the serving staff.

Cupping the mug with both her hands, shoulders hunched under her chin, Cordelia sipped at the drink, leaving a small line of cream on her upper lip as she set it back down on the table. You smiled goofily at her, reaching to thumb the offending cream from her face, before setting it between her lips to clean off.

“You’re cute.”

“Says the one with a whipped cream moustache.”

You bickered playfully back and forth, feet kicking under the table as you sipped your hot chocolates and ate flapjacks. A warm fuzzy feeling settled in your stomach at the two of you simply relaxing and drinking together; you realised it had been a long time since you’d both been so carefree and without worry to just enjoy the others company.

 The morning sun shone onto the tracks left by your boots in the deep snow behind you, as you both trudged down the unkept pathway towards the secluded train stop. Excluding the small indents of a foxes paws; yours are the only prints that marred the otherwise perfect snow, creating the eery illusion that you were the first to have stepped foot there at all. Cordelia's hand found yours in your coat, fingers linked in the pocket of warmth in the surrounding freezing air. Wisps of condensation danced in front of you at every shivered exhale.

Snow fell peacefully around you as you both talked, speaking in hushed voices as if you would disturb the tranquility; like a pebble into a glassy pond. The sounds around you almost seemed muffled by the soft pillowy snow that enveloped the tree branches and make them bow towards the  ground. Delia gushed about how she'd never seen such beautiful views and how she couldn't get over waking up next to you and seeing the snow counted mountains in the distance out of the window.

You bit back the desire to reach down and pack the snow tightly into a ball, or fall backwards into the blanket and make a snow angel right there, smile wide as you’re returned to a childlike state of excitement and innocence in the presence of snow.

The red paint of the train peeked through the trees ahead of you, stark and conspicuous against the bright white of everything else. Cordelia let out an animated giggle as she set of towards the clearing, pulling you behind her with breathless mumbles of encouragement.

“Come on, what do we want? Front or back?”

The carriage seats were soft and plush as you settled against them, breath steamy against the cool glass when you pressed warm cheeks against it. It was peaceful, you were both among the silent few on the first train of the day that lead to the summit of the looming Gornergrat. The train rumbled beneath you as it became alive, shuddering as it slowly pulled away from the stop, wheels moaning in ached protest as it began its ascent.

Your fingers tingled at the change of temperature on the train, colour blooming back into paled cheeks at the comforting warmth. You both shed gloves and scarves to the seat opposite, hands brushing lingering snow from hats and shoulders as to avoid them melting and seeping invasively into cold clothes. The Supreme took your hand between hers, cupping it and bringing it to her face to blow warm air into her palms, rubbing the numbing cold feeling from one hand before repeating the action on the other.

Out of the window, you could see the rest of the train curl around the corner of the mountain in front of you, the drop into the valley below steep and dangerous just to the side of the track. Cordelia loved to look down into the vast space below, seeing the miniaturized trees and cabins, just the thought of the sheer height made your stomach clench uncomfortably and your head spin, clutching to your girlfriend’s hand. You knew that this feeling was irrational; you spent everyday up thousands of feet above the clouds, piloting planes, but then you had full control of the situation, knowing that nothing could go wrong. This was different.

It started to snow just before the train pulled up at the peak of the mountain, giant dancing snowflakes whirling through the air and turning the sky white with their abundance. You both shrugged hats and scarves back on and shoulders hunching protectively as the door swung open, leaving at the mercy of the elements outside.

Algid winds nipped sharply at your cheeks as you stepped off the train, spontaneous tears forming at the invasive breeze on your face. Cordelia’s hair whipped wildly around her face, only stilled slightly with her hat, framing her excited eyes as she turned to you, smile wide and hands up in the air as if reaching for the sky.

The snow was deep as you trekked the short distance towards the viewpoint, snowfall easing as you reached the edge, clearing the sky in front of you to reveal the clear views that spread before you. Cordelia reached the fencing first, turning to wave a hand to hurry you up and join her.

At the viewpoint, you both let collective gasps leave your lips at the panoramic scenery. 5000 feet above the tiny orangely lit town where you’d been mere hours before. Necks craned to see better, your finger pointing and enthusicastically shouting that you could see your cabin below; a pinprick of brown against the background of overwhelming, white-washed landscape.

Breathless at the sheer view you’d been gifted with of the Alps and the Matterhorn, you both fell into a deep silence. You knitted your brows together, looking forward as you felt in your pocket, breathing deep and building yourself up in your mind to do what you had planned this whole trip for.

“I am so sorry that my job causes me to be so absent.” You mused, elbows coming to rest on the bar of the viewpoint. You both continued to stare at the views as Cordelia mirrored you, elbows leaning on the bar. “Baby, we all have to work. I’m just glad we get to-”

“I quit my job.” You blurted out, causing her to stop and turn to face you. “You what?” Staring at you from behind wide eyes, you repeated yourself, finally tearing your eyes from the winter view to glance at Cordelia. The surprise on her face was not well hidden, neither was the fact she was saddened to hear that you’d quit the job you’d once dreamed of.

“You don’t need to that my love. I know it makes you happy.” Her gloved hand came to hold yours, eyes sincere as she squeezed your hand in hers.

“I got a new job. Its seasonal so I only have to work January through March and then September. Its better than what we’re doing now, right?”

Cordelia nodded, turning to face you. “That gives us so much more time together; thank you.” You fiddled in your pocket to retrieve you phone, having to strip your hands of the warm gloves that covered them to unlock it. You had told Delia that you wanted to show her something on it, but you accidently let the device slip from your fingers and into the snow by her feet, disappearing into the layers of snow.

“I’ve got it.” She assured you, and you let her crouch down to retrieve your phone, slipping down yourself behind her. She straightened up and turned around, smile faltering as she took in your position. “Y/n.” She warned, voice wavering and eyes darting to look for other people that may be nearby. “What are you-”

“I love you Delia. I love you so much and I know that you love me too.” Her hands came up to her mouth when she realised that you weren’t joking, eyes filled with adoration as she listened.

“The moment I knew that I would follow you anywhere, and that you were the one; my only one, was when you looked after me in March when I had that Spanish flu. I couldn’t leave the bedroom in case I passed it onto the girls, and you stayed with me the whole time, caring for me when I was too weak to do it myself.” Cordelia was crying now, beaming through tears which she kept wiping away with gloved fingers, and nodding along with you words.

“Well this is me staying, D, I want to stay with you for the rest of our lives. I love you.” She mouthed ‘I love you too’ back, head leaning to the side slightly as she wanted nothing more than to pull you into a hug and never let you go.

“I love that you make me whole, and that when you smile, I feel like I might actually die, because you’re so beautiful Deils. I love that you are nothing like Fiona, and that you stick up for me, and that we make memories together and that my most beautiful moments are with you.”

“I can’t wait to have moments just like right now for rest of our lives. Will you marry me?”

You slowly opened the box to reveal the ring that glimmered against the harsh light of the sun; eyes lifting to meet Cordelia who was staring at you unwavering, hands clasped at her chest. She was nodding fervently, laugh bubbling out through her smile as she pulled you up into her by your hands.

“Yes, my darling. Yes of course I will!”

After shakily slipping the ring onto her finger, relief and happiness drawing fresh tears upon both of your cheeky; you let Cordelia admire it against the background of the mountains. Rising onto toes to press a lingering kiss to her temple, her fingers sprayed apart as she held them up to the light.

“Come here you.” She coaxed, fingers wrapping round the back of your neck and drawing you into a passionate kiss. It was the ultimate memory, to kiss, now newly fiancés at the peak of a snow-capped mountain in Switzerland.

 Returning from outside, Cordelia lit the fire with a dexterous flick of her wrist, settling down on the couch with a sigh. Her legs spread across the whole couch, back resting at one end. Her eyes searched for you, twisting to look down the corridor at you walking towards her.

“Come here baby.” She cooed; arms extended towards you in invitation for you to settle between. You gave her a quick peck on the lips and a gentle squeeze before lying between her legs and resting your head against her shoulder, nuzzling your face sideways into her neck, inhaling the lingering smell of her perfume on her pulse point.

She wrapped her arms around you, and you let out a surprised squeal as she pressed her cold palms suddenly against the warm skin of your stomach, muscles rippling instinctively under her touch. “Sorry baby.” She apologised, placing a kiss to the hair on the crown of your head before letting her chin rest there.

“It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it” you giggled, relaxing again as her fingers drew absentminded patterns on your torso, her breath tickling the hair atop your forehead as she exhaled.

You both sat in the comfortable silence that enveloped you, having been apart for so long you basked in the fact you can simply hold one another and just exist. Cordelia’s thumb brushed softly against your own knuckles and you hummed in appreciation at the candidly loving action.

That night, Cordelia found herself propped on her side, head lying on her bunched-up pillow and allowing herself a quiet moment of observation. She missed these simple aspects of your presence. The comfort you brought her, even in sleep as she watched your chest rise and fall evenly and undisturbed.

You stirred slightly, face scrunching up momentarily before relaxing into a peaceful expression again, making Cordelia hold her breath to not wake you. Hair had fallen to block you face so she reached out delicately to tuck it back behind your ear, her eyes brimming with tears that she gets to simply watch you sleep like this.

Overwhelmed with her love for you beside her; she fell into a rhythm of her thumb on your cheek, tracing the freckles and light marks that marred your skin beautifully. You always expressed your dislike for these, but Cordelia would always silently shake her head in objection, knowing you would believe her voiced adoration.

“When did I get so lucky?” she whispered, leaning forward to brush lips lightly over yours before returning to her pillow and hooking an arm over your hip.

Dipping into sleep, she found herself vowing to prolong her reign as Supreme for as long as she could, never wanting to leave you alone and vulnerable. Especially while you slept, she thought. You look so pretty when you sleep. So pretty. She drifted off, arm draped protectively over your waist, pulling you closer in sleep.

[82mkl]

a week at the cafe (na jaemin)

a week at the café (na jaemin)

pairing: na jaemin x reader

word count: 2.1k words.

content: fluff

notes: lowercase intended.

day one.

“good afternoon! what’s your order?” “one large americano and a watermelon shake please” you say. “can you add a cheesecake too?” mark adds. “i’ll pay for it this time y/n, but you have to help me pass college.” you chuckle at his words, “sure markie.” you sat down at an empty table waiting to be called. “can you believe we have one week left of summer and then we are officially college students,” mark groans. “i can’t wait to study medicine!” you say sarcastically. “i should have chosen music too,” you frown. he flicks your forehead, “you’re crazy! you’ll be one of the best doctor, i’m sure of it.” before you could reply, mark’s phone rings. “it’s my girlfriend.” you smile at him and say, “tell sab i miss her and i can’t wait to study anatomy with her.” you both laugh and he goes out of the café to answer the call.

seconds later, the barista calls out mark’s name. you look up to the barista and see his gorgeous smile. oh god. “one large americano and watermelon shake for mark?” he asks, smiling at you. you look at his eyes and is easily captivated by the way it sparkles. he lets out a chuckle which makes you go back to your senses. “uh yeah mark, here’s the receipt” you stutter as you show him the receipt. he stamps it and you immediately bring the drinks and go outside to find mark. as he ends the call, you start telling him about your encounter with the cute barista. “oh god, i didn’t even check his pin for his name,” you tell him. “y/n, you can just go back and ask you know?” he tells you. “yeah, but i’m shy.”

day two.

“so, who’s this cute barista you’re crushing on?” jennie asks. “the guy with the most beautiful smile behind the counter.” you tell her as you look at him. “drinks for y/n!” he calls out, and you suddenly panic. “oh god, jennie what do i do?” “get our drinks,” she says obviously. “make sure to ask for his name,” she winks at you. you playfully smack her arm and walk towards the counter. “y/n?” there he goes with his killer smile again. you smile at him and gave him the receipt. “weren’t you mark yesterday?” he asks, and you look at him confusingly. he lets out a chuckle and you suddenly remember that it was mark’s name being called yesterday. “ah, it’s y/n. i’m y/n.” you laugh, and he asks, “so is mark your boyf-“ before he could finish what he was saying, he was called by the manager. “oh sorry, i have to go. see you again tomorrow y/n.” he says and gives you the most beautiful smile you have ever seen.

day three.

“mark, can we wait for jennie before we enter the café?” you ask him. “y/n, i am starving, can we just go?” “no because he thinks you’re my boyfriend. you can’t ruin this chance i have.” “i have a girlfriend!” he laughs at you. “but he doesn’t know that markie!” you whine again. where even is jennie? you thought to yourself. “you look so funny when you crush on someone,” he says as he pats your head, and it just so happens the cute barista suddenly shows up outside the café. what is he even doing outside the café? you both look at each other and he gives you a small wave, and you give him a smile. “hey!” jennie suddenly appears. “you’re late,” you tell her. you look back to where the barista was standing to see him nowhere to be found this time. “can we eat now? y/n didn’t want to enter because the barista thinks we are together,” they both laugh, and you roll your eyes at them. “you know if you just ask his name, he might give you his number too.” jennie tells you. “you are quite obvious with this little crush going on.” mark adds. “we aren’t eating here, let’s go somewhere else,” you tell them as jennie laughs and mark whines.

day four.

you were planning to do advance readings for your class, so you decide to go to the café alone. there are three things you love about that café; the food, the ambience and the cute barista. you order the usual and find a table that is secluded. after a few minutes, you see a shadow going near you and it towers over your book. you look up at the person and saw the cute barista with your order. “i saw you studying so i decided to just give your order, i hope that’s fine with you.” he says as he places your drink and cake on the table. “thank you! that’s so kind of you,” you smile at him. “is that anatomy you’re studying?” he asks, and you give him a nod. “college starts next week and i want to come to class prepared, you know?” you chuckle. “i have anatomy notes, i can share them with you.” “i would love that.” “i’ll bring them tomorrow if you plan on dropping by that is,” he says with a hopeful glint in his eyes. “sure! i plan on studying here for the rest of the days anyway” “okay, see you tomorrow y/n” he says as he leaves. you forgot to ask for his name once again.

day five.

as soon as you enter the café, you see the cute barista standing behind the counter. he gives you a smile and you smile back. you do your usual café routine, and just like yesterday, he gives your order personally. “here are the notes as promised,” he hands out notebooks to you. “thank you! are you perhaps going to take med too?” you ask, and he flashes you with a smile again. his smile is so contagious, you catch yourself smiling whenever he does. “yup! my college starts next week as well.” “oh, won’t you need your notes?” “i’ll just get it back when you’re done using it, no worries,” he tells you. “thank you so much uh- what’s-“ before you could even ask for his name, a girl suddenly pats his shoulder. “reina!!” he says as he hugs her. “you’re finally back!” he tells her, and you could feel your heart dropping. “y/n, i have to go. see you tomorrow?” he asks, and you just give him a smile.

day six.

you enter the café again, alone. you look at the counter, but don’t see the beautiful barista. before you order from the counter, you go to your usual table first to place your things. as you go near, you see the cute barista sitting on your table with your usual drink. “hi, good afternoon!” you greet him. “hey! you finally came, i was waiting for you,” he smiles at you. you felt your cheeks going red, but you remind yourself that he might have a girlfriend already– reina might be his girlfriend. “what are you doing here?” you ask him, and he frowns. “oh, don’t take that in a wrong way, i would love to hang out with you, but don’t you have a shift or something?” you add. he laughs at your flustered self. “i was working here just to cover for my cousin, but she’s back, so i’m free i guess.” cousin? could it be- “see, that’s my cousin over there,” he points to the girl at the counter just like he could read your mind. “oh, reina is your cousin.” you said with a hint of relief. he raises one of his eyebrows, and asks, “did you think we were-“ before he could even continue, you start getting flustered again and he laughs. “you’re cute, you know.” he pats your head, but immediately stops when your phone rings. you look at your phone and saw mark’s name appear. “one sec,” you tell him. you stood up to go outside the house, but before you could even start walking, mark’s girlfriend talks, “hey y/n! i’m sorry i accidentally pressed your name, i was supposed to call mark’s mom. sorry for bothering you!” “ah, it’s fine sab. goodbye!” you say. you come back to your seat and look at the cute boy sitting in front of you. “so, you and mark?” he asks. “we aren’t together. oh god no, never. he has a girlfriend.” you say, all flustered. “you’re cute, have I mentioned that?” you did, you mentally answer. “i was just teasing. i saw mark with his girlfriend come by here during my shifts.” you let out a sigh of relief, but as you check the time, you remember that you have plans with jennie in 5 minutes. “i am so sorry but i have to go!” you tell him as you hurriedly pick up your things. “no worries, goodbye y/n! stay safe!”

day seven.

it’s the last day of summer, so you go back to the café to give the beautiful barista his notes back. it has been seven days, yet you still don’t know his name. you promised yourself that you will ask him this time but to your dismay, he was nowhere to be found in the café. you went up to reina and ask her, “hey! i was wondering if you know where your cousin is?” “he has plans with his family today! come back tomorrow, i’m sure he will drop by,” she tells you and you give her a thank you and left. does the world really hate you? doesn’t it want you to have a love life? is this their way on telling you to just give it up and start anew during college?

first day of college.

“first day of college!” jennie screams. “i’m so nervous and excited!” sab says. “can you believe we are now starting our journey to being doctors,” you tell them. “this feels surreal.” sab says. “what are your first classes?” “i have anatomy, and it starts in 30 minutes. i think i should go find the room. see you at lunch?” you tell them and they nod. you walk to your class and surprisingly you found it almost immediately. you sat at the chair at the middle of the room, and start opening your notes. as you were fixing your things, someone calls your name. “y/n! is that you?” it was the cute barista boy. “oh my god! we go to the same college and we have the same class?” you both laugh. “oh, here are your notebooks! i dropped by the café yesterday, but you weren’t there.” “ah, i’m sorry about that,” he says and you give him a smile. “oh, it’s no problem,” you tell him. you both stare at each other, and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes again until he starts to frown. “y/n, honestly, i am quite disappointed in you,” he tells you and you look at him confusingl. what is he talking about? “i put a note with my number on this notebook i gave you,” he pulls out the sticky note on his notebook, and showed it to you. you were shocked because you did not even notice the sticky note when you went through the notebooks. “i didn-“ he cut you off, “i figured you weren’t interested in me when you didn’t call for days,” he frowns. “i’m sorry, oh god, i didn’t see it.” you stutter. he pouts at you, and you panic. “i think you should make it up to me by going on a date with me,” he says, now giving you a smile. “what?” you say. “i mean, what? did I hear you correctly?” he nods and you can feel your cheeks blushing. is this really happening? you look at his eyes again and smile, “it’s a date then.” before he could reply, the professor arrives. “good morning everyone!” the professor greets, and the class greets back in unison. the boy beside you suddenly gives you a sticky note, you look at him then the sticky note. same café after our class today? you look back at him and nod. he gives you the most beautiful smile again, better than his past smiles if that was even possible. “my name is jaemin by the way.” he whispers, and you freeze. “you’re cute, you know?” he adds as he pats your head and lets out a chuckle before he focuses on the professor again with a smile on his face as you look all flustered.

[thewidowsghost]

The Shield . . . (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader)

@just-dreaming-marvel​ requested something with Steve and I hope this is good for Bailey! 

Steve retired his shield to Sam after the final battle with Thanos. 

Steve and his girlfriend had moved into a house together shortly after the end of the battle. 

(Y/n) Stark - sister to Tony - hadn't given up Avenging, however, and is with her friend Sam and her boyfriend's old friend Bucky. 

"Karli!" Sam yells as he, Bucky, and (Y/n) walk into the stone building. 

(Y/n)'s eyes flash as she catches sight of Karli, and the three Avengers make their way silently up the stairs. 

"You called my sister?" Sam asks angrily. "That's how we're gonna play this."

"I would never hurt her. I wanted to understand you better," Karli says.

(Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes meet Bucky's blue ones uncertainly. Bucky shoots (Y/n) a comforting glance. 

"I see you, um, didn't come alone," Karli says, her gaze straying to (Y/n) - who was slightly behind Sam - and Bucky, who had slunk into the shadows. 

"You have to end this now," Sam tells Karli. 

"I don't wanna hurt you," Karli says softly. "You're a tool in the regimes I want to destroy." 

"You're not hiding behind a shield," Karli says, glancing at (Y/n), who had a sword resting against her back in its sheath. "If I were to kill you, it'd be meaningless."

Sam glances back at Bucky as Karli continues, "I was going ask you to join me. Or do the world a favor and let me go."

"Hey, Sam, new Cap is moving, it looks like he's found them, or maybe they found him," Sharon tells the trio in the COMs set. 

"It's Walker," Sam says grimly. 

(Y/n) and Bucky jump down off the balcony and start running off to find John Walker or, as (Y/n) reflects, the saddest replacement for Steve as Captain America that she'd ever seen. 

Bucky and (Y/n) run down the road and into a building, Sam busting through the glass ceiling above. 

Sam watches as Walker throws a man down the stairs, the man falling flat to the ground, clearly dead.

"What'd you do?" Sam asks, his eyes widening slightly. 

"They've got Lemar," Walker tells Sam. 

Bucky and (Y/n) dart up a flight of stairs, (Y/n) pushing Bucky out of the way as one of the Flagsmashers jumps across onto the staircase. The Flagsmasher punches (Y/n) in the face, and (Y/n) hits the wall with a thud.

Buchy kicks the man through a cement wall. "Stay there," Bucky says, then moving to help (Y/n) up.

(Y/n) shakes Bucky off, and she heads up the stairs, Bucky going one way, (Y/n) going another way.

The two somehow end up in the same room where they see Walker and Sam fighting some of the Flagsmashers.

(Y/n) throws a disgusted look as Walker throws one of the Flagsmashers into a stone pillar, killing the man.

Then, (Y/n)'s expression goes wide with shock as she watches one of the Flagsmashers pin Walker's arms back, and Karli - with her mask on - launches herself forward. Lemar intercepts Karli and his friend, and with one punch, and Lemar is thrown into one of the stone pillars and falls still - clearly dead.

The Flagsmasher lets go of Walker, and the new Captain America stumbles over to his dead friend and shakes him, his voice full of desperation, "Hey. Hey. Hey. Lemar. Lemar."

Walker swallows thickly, and Karli runs out one of the doors, Bucky and Sam following her and (Y/n) following Walker as the man sprints out and jumps through a window, crushing a car below.

There is about a half-a-second delay in the amount of time between the two figures.

Walker sprints after one of the Flagsmashers; (Y/n) starts after him, skidding to a halt in front of Captain America.

"Walker! Walker! Hey! Snap out of it!" (Y/n) shouts, her (E/c) eyes going steely.

Walker ignores her, throwing the shield and hitting the Flagsmasher in the back; (Y/n) slides in front of the fallen man.

There is a sound of sirens wailing, and all (Y/n) can do is stare up at the blood-splattered shield above her, her eyes glazed with shock and pain.

In New York, Steve and Natasha are in the Common Room of the Compound watching the news when there is an interruption.

"Sorry to interrupt your normal program," the newscaster apologizes. "But there's been a recent development concerning the new Captain America and Avenger (Y/n) Stark."

Natasha and Steve share an uncertain look before their eyes fix on the television again.

"Get out of the way!" Walker growls, tightening his grip on the shield. 

(Y/n) doesn't move, and she doesn't seem to notice the group of people making a circle around the Avenger and the new Captain America. 

(Y/n) glances back over her shoulder at the injured Flagsmasher, and he gets to his feet, running away.

Walker seems not to notice where the Flagsmasher had gone, but his gaze had darkened. 

"You let him go!" Walker roars, throwing his shield into (Y/n)'s chest, and (Y/n) stumbles back but remains standing, her (E/c) eyes glowing with defiance.

It takes a few more throws of the shield and blood finally falling from (Y/n)'s chest for the Avenger to finally descend to the ground where the Flagsmasher had been lying. 

Walker raises the shield and slams it down, the edge smashing against (Y/n)'s body again and again and again. 

Blood splatters everywhere. 

The gathered people gasp in horror. 

(Y/n)'s head had fallen to the stone below her. 

Walker had stopped, readying the shield. 

Walker looks around, making eye contact with each of the people in the little square.

Bucky and Sam run into the square, their eyes wide with horror.

(Y/n)'s head falls to the side, her eyes closing slightly, her whole body wracked with pain.

There's a wail of sirens that startles (Y/n)'s eyes back open.

(Y/n) falls unconscious on the way to the hospital, unable to stay awake due to the tremendous amount of pain coursing through her.

The next time (Y/n) awakens, she looks over to see Steve and Natasha slumped in chairs - asleep - beside her hospital bed.

(Y/n) reaches over weakly and takes her boyfriend's hand, her thumb rubbing circles onto the top of his hand.

Steve instantly jolts awake, his eyes frantically looking up and down (Y/n) - as if wondering if she was actually there.

"Hi, Stevie," (Y/n) says softly, not wanting to wake Natasha on her other side.

A tear trails down Steve's cheek and leans forward in his chair, and he presses a soft kiss to the Avenger's knuckles.

"It's okay," (Y/n) murmurs, her gaze softening. "I'm alright."

"I -" the super-soldier falters. Steve's gaze strays to the television mounted to the wall in the corner of the room.

(Y/n)'s gaze flickers over to the television as well, but she looks away as she sees John Walker gathered in front of a council.

Steve, noticing his girlfriend's discomfort, grabs the remote hastily and turns off the television.

A few days pass, and the hospital staff lets (Y/n) leave. The couple returns home.

(Y/n) sits down onto the couch and can barely register anything before she's hit with a wall of black-and-white fur.

(Y/n) chuckles, her eyes glowing with amusement as she scratches behind Marble's ears.

"How's my baby been, huh?" (Y/n) asks softly, petting the cat. Marble is rubbing against (Y/n), nosing the woman's chin with loud purrs.

"An absolute nuisance," Steve says, flopping down beside (Y/n) on the couch; (Y/n) rests her head on her boyfriend's shoulder.

"No!" (Y/n) says with disbelief as she blinks up at Steve.

Steve nods and (Y/n) grins stupidly, her eyes sparkling as she snuggles into Steve's side.

"I doubt it," (Y/n) murmurs, Marble stepping up and lying in the curve of (Y/n)'s hip and her chest.

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[camillemonty]

Crush

JJ x Reader|kook

Summary: You just moved to outer banks and you are not so thrilled about your new kook life as your parents and are curious about how your summer will be.

As the summer goes on surprises come along with ups and downs, tears and laughter, new friends and family.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4(p1), Chapter 4(p2), Chapter 5

Chapter 6 - Golf day

A couple of days had passed since Midsummer. You haven't seen JJ and the Pogues since the night on the beach, and frankly, you couldn't stop thinking about it, more than anything about JJ, the way he hold on to you in the water, if you concentrated enough you could feel the shadows of his arms around your waist.

"Earth to y/n" Lane said snapping you out of your thoughts.

You blinked a couple of times "Sorry"

"What are you thinking?" She leaned his arms on the table.

"Nothing" you lied "just on how much do we have to wait for our food" you leaned back on your chair.

Lane laughed and rolls her eyes. You two were at the mainland, she had to do some errands for her mom and took you with her. The food arrived minutes later and looked delicious; you two kept talking through all the meal.

"Oh by the way" Lane started “I'm pretty sure my brother likes you"

You choke with your water "what?"

She laughed "Yeah he couldn't stop talking about how pretty you were at Midsummer and how funny you are" she winks at you.

“Oh…” you didn't know what to say.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me you like him, I’m just catching you up in that” you nodded “oh and Cooper gets very flirty” she warned with a smile on her face, you returned a shy smile and changed the subject asking her about Peter, knowing she will talk and talk about him, letting the Cooper thing to aside.

Lane was parking in front of your house when her phone starts buzzing. She answers and put Cooper on the speaker.

"Hey bro" she teases.

"Hey are you two back yet?" He asks at what Lanes answers yes "do you want to come and play golf with us?"

"Who are us?" She asks.

"Well me and the guys, Peter I think you know him" he teases back as Lane rolls her eyes.

"I don't know how to play golf" you said.

"Oh don't worry I'll teach you" he said quickly.

"5 minutes" Lane hung up and winked at you.

You got out of the car in some part of Figure 8 you haven't been before, the houses were twice as your and the backyard was basically a golf course, you saw Cooper and the others already playing in the distance and with Lane's arm looped in yours, you walked towards them.

"Hey" Lane said when you were close enough, letting your arm go.

Peter went straight to her, giving her a big hug, while Cooper appeared behind him to say hi to you.

"Are you girls ready?" He asked excitedly.

You two just nodded and say hi to the other three guys, Peter was taking care of Lane, even if she was a perfect player, she swung the club and hit the ball making it disappear in the air, everyone clapped at her. Cooper on the other hand was attached to you; he showed you all the clubs and explained to you their differences and when to use them. He made a couple of demonstrations on how to hit the ball, how to get in position, and how to make the perfect shot. You took the opportunity to look at him, the way his polo shirt stretched on his back with every move he made, marking his muscles, how he stuck out his tongue a little and bite it for concentration or how his eyes got brighter every time the ball disappeared in front of him.

"Now it's your turn" he said turning at you, taking you back to reality, and handed you the club he was using

"Ok" you grabbed it and placed yourself trying to imitate him "like this?" You asked.

"Bend your knees a little more" he said and you did it "ok shot"

You bite your lower lip for concentration and swing the club hitting the ball, it was awful, and the ball ended up like 10 feet away.

"Not bad" he chuckled.

"It was awful" you retorted.

"C'mon that was your first try, give yourself some credit" he laughed "try again" he puts a ball in the same place as the first one, but this time he got behind you, placing his hand in yours, you stiffened in surprise, feeling his chest pressed against your back “Relax” he chuckled in your ear causing you goosebumps, you nodded and let him guide you "much better" he said after hitting the ball that was now some 50 feets away. You tilted your head a little to look at him and smiled, a smirk already on his face.

JJ and Pope were on Heyward's boat they were going to deliver some groceries through Figure 8 as a favor for Pope’s dad.

"Thanks for coming with me JJ" Pope spoke.

"Always man," JJ said "easiest way to make 100 bucks anyway" the two laughed.

They got out of the boat with some of the grocery bags and started walking through the dock, taking different routes. They find each other again at the boat, ready two trip number two, this time going to the same house.

"Kooks in their natural habitat" mocked JJ nodding at the group of Kooks playing golf.

Pope rolls his eyes, none of them recognizing you in the distance, that until they get closer.

"Isn't that y/n?" Pope questions.

JJ looks up searching through the faces until he sees you, your laugh reaching his ears as you had your head tilted back and a golf club in your hands. He stops when he sees that you are laughing with Cooper, his grip getting tighter on the bags as heat grows inside him. JJ couldn't stop thinking about you since the night at the beach, the way your arms clutched on his neck, and the way your body felt on his arms, deep down he hoped that you felt the same way but from what he could see you didn't, you were doing just fine letting Cooper teach and guide you to make the right movements. He shook his head snapping himself out of his thoughts and nodded at Pope to keep walking. The two were ready to leave, JJ glanced over you one more time and for his bad luck, you saw him.

"Hey" you wave at the guys and jogged towards them.

"Y/n" Pope side hugged you "How are you?"

"I'm fine" you said getting closer to JJ but he took a step back, "you?"

"Fine, we were delivering some stuff from my dad" Pope explained.

“Cool” you and Pope saw JJ, he was extremely quiet. "How are the others?" You asked, looking at JJ.

"They are fine" he said, a blank stare on his face.

Pope frowned, knowing something was wrong with his friend "we are doing something at John B's place tonight" he said turning his head back to you "do you want to come?"

"Oh…" you started but JJ interrupted you.

"Actually is a Pogue thing, you can't come" he said sharply as Pope looked at him in confusion "don't know why Pope is inviting you" he looked at you with hardened eyes, "you are not part of the group anyway" with his last words you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

"Oh ok" that was everything you could mumble, feeling your cheeks turn red with embarrassment as something got twisted in your chest.

"Anyway I see you're kinda busy" he said bitterly narrowing his eyes at you, you felt the knot go up to your throat and tried your best to keep a serious face, not wanting to show them that his words hurt you "Have fun with your friends, kook princess" he snorted and turned his back walking away, leaving you and Pope standing there.

You felt frozen, as your heart shrinks in your chest "Sorry," said Pope and followed JJ.

You stayed there, looking at them go away. The sweet JJ from the other night disappearing in front of your eyes, making you think that it was all because of the alcohol.

"Y/n" Lane shouted.

You shook your head and put on a fake smile, walking towards the group of friends to keep playing. You tried your best not to get affected by what he said but you failed, your chest felt cold and sadness filled your body.

“Are you ok?” Cooper whispered after a while, worry on his face.

You looked up and smiled “yeah I’m good” your smile didn’t reach your eyes, and he noticed it, but instead of asking he just nodded, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

Pope followed his friend in silence; JJ started the boat making his way back home, a couple of minutes into the ride Pope finally spoke.

“Mmm JJ?” he started.

“What?”

“What was that about?” Pope asked.

“Just saying the truth” JJ kept his eyes in the front.

“That was kinda harsh don’t you think?” he didn’t answer “you didn’t see the look on her eyes but she was hurt” JJ’s eyes flickered, feeling bad for hurting you, but turned back to a void stare in a matter of seconds.

Later that day the two guys arrived at the Chateau, JJ went straight to the spare room that he claimed as his and snapped closed the door.

“What’s up with him?” Kie asked from the sofa.

“I don’t know” Pope replied.

At the end of the day Lane drove you home, telling you how much fun she had today, you got out of the car and smiled at her, just to go to your room and think about the encounter with JJ, his words stuck on your mind. You tend to overthink so now every encounter with him and the Pogues repeated in your head trying to find a hint on what you did wrong or how you didn't realize that they didn't like you.

The next day you were walking back home from one of the supermarkets, a couple of bags in hand, your headphones on, and music at all the volume, until a hand takes one off from behind. You turned around hoping to find a friendly face but no, it was Liam.

"What do you want?" You huffed.

"Can't I just come and say hi?" A wicked smile on his lips.

"Well you just did so bye" you gave him your back but he stopped you grabbing your shoulder "what?" you turned back.

"I just want to talk" he kept his grip "how are you doing?"

"I'm fine"

"I'm fine too thanks for asking" you rolled your eyes.

"Don't you have a new girlfriend to bother?" You asked.

He let out a little smile "she's busy right now"

"Me too, bye" you pulled from his grip and he let you go.

"So what is it going to be? Kooks or Pogues?" He asks.

"What?" You turned around.

"You know, at Midsummer you disappeared with the Pogues, and yesterday you were playing golf with Kooks"

"Are you spying on me or something?" You asked, starting to get angry.

"I don't need to honey… words travel fast" he smirked "so I bet that from the Pogues you are doing the Blondie and from the Kooks Cooper, I heard how he got behind you and all" he winked at you.

You turned your back at him and started to walk away "Be glad at least someone wants you on this Island" he speaks loudly but you ignore him "I bet I was better in bed anyway" he shouted.

You decided to ignore him again, even if your blood boiled with anger. You got inside your house tossing the bags on the kitchen counter and ran your hands through your hair; the house was unbearably quiet and you couldn't stand it, you took your keys and walked out. You were muttering stuff in your head, from Liam to JJ and Cooper, who is saying that stuff about you? Who believes them?. You walked and walked and without noticing it you arrived at the boardwalk, the day was beautiful, not a cloud in the sky and people took advantage of it, tourist filled the streets. The beach wasn't full but it wasn't empty either a couple of groups of people were sitting in the sand. This wasn't the beach from the other night but you couldn't help but remember everything again, from the drinks and the games to the night swimming. You shook your head, not wanting to remember the last part, and kept walking looking down at your feet.

"Y/n" you hear someone call after a while, you looked up to see Sarah and Kie walking towards you.

"Hey" you gave them a little smile.

"How are you?" Sarah asked.

"Long time no see" Kie spoke.

"I'm fine, just walking" you shrug.

"Do you want to join us?" Kie asked, pointing behind her. You glance at where she was pointing and recognized the three boys, when your eyes meet the back of JJ you hesitated as a knot forms in your throat remembering his words from yesterday. The girls notice it and look between each other.

"Don't worry I don't want to bother" you finally said and shook your head softly.

"What do you mean? You don't bother us" Sarah questioned.

"It's just that…" you started "JJ…" you felt stupid "maybe another day I was going back home anyway" you smiled at the two and started your way back. Your chest felt tight, maybe they didn't knew that JJ told you how they felt about you. The girls looked at each other again, confusion running in their eyes.

"Where's Y/n?" John B asked when the girls arrived back to them.

"She just ditched us" Sarah spoke.

"Oh that's weird," John B said.

Pope gave a quick glance to JJ, while he kept his eyes on the waves.

"What did you do?" Kie asked looking at JJ, making everyone look at him.

"What do you mean?" He said.

"She was going to say something, then she said JJ and then she just ditched us" she explained "all with this weird and hurt look, so what did you do?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" JJ lied and Pope snorted quietly, but not quiet enough.

"What do you know?" Kie talked to Pope, all eyes on him now. JJ rolled his eyes knowing Pope was going to tell everything "well?" She insisted.

Pope sigh "he was a little rude to her yesterday"

"What happened?" John B asked.

Pope sigh "We ran into her at Figure 8, she asked how you guys where and I asked her if she wanted to come to hang out at your place, then JJ said that she couldn't come because it was a just Pogues thing" the four frowned knowing that he kept something to himself “ and?” Kie insisted "and that she wasn't part of our group"

"Are you serious?" Kie asked JJ, mad.

"Why did you do that?" Sarah questions.

“Bro that just so… not cool” John B said.

"It's true isn't it?" JJ defended himself "she's not part of the group" The four rolled other eyes at JJ.

"At least gave her a chance! You know how hard is to make friends in a place like this?" Sarah said "and one day you are hugging her on the beach and the next you tell her she's not part of the group, what's wrong with you?"

"Yeah, If you don't want to admit you kinda like her that's your problem but we like her" Kie said.

JJ rolled his eyes "whatever I don't care"

"You’ll apologize to her" Kie stated.

"Fuck no" JJ turned back to the water.

"Fuck yes" Kie said getting in front of him "we are going tonight"

You arrived at your house a while ago and went straight to your room, you stayed there laying in your bed and looking at the ceiling, with your sad playlist playing in the background, you felt void not wanting to think or feel anything. You let go a long breath and rubbed your eyes, to your surprise your phone paused the music and started buzzing, you reached out to grab it and read "Amy" on the screen. Your best friend.

"Hey" you said.

"Hey" you heard her voice "guess what happened?" She said and started to tell you all the gossip back home. After almost half an hour of Amy talking she finished "what about you?" you sigh "what happened?"

"Not much"

"Don't lie, I can hear in your voice that you are sad, tell me" she insisted.

"Well" you stood up from your bed and went to the window "give me a second" you left the phone on your desk and opened it "first of all Liam is an asshole" you said sitting in the frame as she laughed in your ear.

"How do we know this is her place?" John B asked while parking in front of your house.

"I live three streets away, I think I know my neighborhood" Sarah spoke.

"Your turn Blonde" said Kie opening the back door as JJ rolls his eyes.

"Do I really have to do this?" He asked.

"Yes dude" said Pope, pushing him out.

JJ stepped outside the Van and sigh "fucking hate you all" he said and made his way to the house.

All the lights from the front were off, he didn't plan on knocking at the door so he sneaked his way to the backyard, hoping everyone was asleep. He saw the reflection of one of the lights and then heard your voice.

"I felt so embarrassed, I thought they liked me" you said and he stopped moving "I ran into them today, but I escaped" Silence "I just couldn't be there after everything he told me" JJ came a little closer to the voice, standing right under the window "maybe it's just him that doesn't like me but same you know? I mean I see him and I can hear him telling me all that again" you spoke "I don't know Amy that's a stupid move", "Oh talking about that Lane told me that her brother likes me" JJ clenched his jaw at the comment "He offered me to give me golf lessons" you said as his hands become fists "I don't know Amy, both of them are handsome but is very clear who wants me around and who doesn't", " yeah you should come and see that for yourself" you laughed.

JJ had enough and walked away, he knew you were talking about him in that conversation, he couldn't help but feel his chest get tight and weird cold filled him, he knew he hurt you the other day, but he couldn't help it, that's what he wanted, he was mad that you were with Cooper, the way he was touching you, his mouth on your ear,  his hands on your hands, it drove him crazy.

"Well?" Pope asks as JJ gets closer to the Van.

"She is sleeping" he lies and hops inside.

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[volleyball-dontknowher]

Another volleyball boy flirting with Karasuno boy’s girlfriend

Thank you @tomboyneedshercoffee for this request! It was so fun!! 

Daichi: He is the captain of Karasuno, The Karasuno and you were his girl. Watching a first year from some other team come up and talk to his girl made something in his blood boil, but he knows that the little first year is nothing compared to him, and the poor kid had no idea who’s girlfriend he was trying to flirt with.  Daichi trusts you with his whole heart and after the boy didn’t get the hint that you kept looking over at him and smiling Daichi walked over, took your hand, thanked the poor guy for the wonderful conversation and walked you away from the painful awkwardness. The most impressive part of the whole thing is that Daichi didn’t have to say a single word to the boy because the message was already loud and clear who you belonged to. He wasn’t sure which team the kid belonged to but after his teammates found out that their team member had been flirting with you the poor kid had to go find you and Daichi to apologize for being rude. You two laughed it off and you just hugged your big guy. 

Sugawara: You were waiting in line to get a couple ice cold water bottles for the boys because you knew they would be coming out of the match any second now and the water fountain water couldn’t possibly be enough for 12 sweaty boys. You got the water bottles and saw the teams walking out, first thing one of the setters front he other team does is whistle at you and shout 

“What’s a babe like you doing somewhere like this?” You’re shocked, all of Karasuno is shocked, the guys team members are shocked. 

Suga doesn’t skip a beat and comes over, wraps his hands around your waist and tells the guy (who he just beat miserably), “She’s here for me, thank you and good bye.” He turns you around and walks you back to the team ready to celebrate with everyone. Everyone sighed in relief watching how calm Suga was with the situation because they all loved you like a sister and were ready to fight the idiot who had the audacity to whistle at you. 

Asahi: It is no secret that Asahi is intimidating as hell, like you would run the other way if you saw him alone in an alleyway, but on the inside he’s the biggest sweetheart you’ve ever met. You were waiting in the commons for Asahi so the two of you could eat lunch together during the tournament when a tall guy and his friend approached you. The tall one leaned in close to you and placed his hand on the wall behind you, effectively trapping you in between the two boys. 

“What would it take for me to take you on a dat-”

“Excuse me,, but she won’t be going on a date with you any time soon.” Asahi is behind the guy, towering over him, just his shadow alone was enough for the guy to move his arm back to his side. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking to.” The guys faces drop, and they take off, trying to get as far away from him as possible. They were terrified that Asahi would come and beat their asses for looking at his girl, let alone flirting with her. You pull him into a big hug and tell him to calm down, tiger. He kisses your forehead and takes your hand to find a good spot to eat lunch. He knew he had nothing to worry about, you were literally always bugging him and telling him how gorgeous he is, and how much you love him. He’s a big and confident guy and you were his little love. 

Tanaka: When he sees the punk who’s ass he just beat in the last match talking with his girl. “WAS THAT A WINK DID HE JUST WINK AT MY GIRL” he loses it. It takes Noya, and Asahi to hold him back while HInata swoops in to grab your hand  and tell the guy “you may want to go now. He’s kind of like a rabid animal” The guy takes the hint and quickly leaves the scene. You run over to Tanaka and pull him into a big hug. “Babe, babeee, babeee shhh I’m right here, he’s gone, it’s okay” You have to sit in his lap and run your finger over his fuzzy hair for a couple of minutes to calm him down. For the rest of the tournament he barely lets you out of his sight, he does not share well with others in the first place but he absolutely cannot share you. 

Noya: It was the down time between games and all you wanted was a piece of concession stand pizza, you were debating with yourself “cheese or pepperoni” you muttered to yourself when suddenly the guy in front of you turns around and hands you two pieces of pizza. 

“Hey, no I didn’t order this” 

“Yeah, but I heard that you wanted pizza and a I want you so take the two pieces of pizza and I’ll take you out” 

You literally could not believe what you just heard and to make matters worse your firecracker of a boyfriend is standing right behind you. He laughs, hard, and he goes up to the guy grabs both pieces of pizza “Thanks for the pizza but she doesn’t like losers” You have no idea where this confidence came from but he doesn’t let people mess with his girl. “What?? You’re dating a shortie? Why would you choose someone like that? You’re way hotter than him, what he’s the loser?” 

You don’t give Noya a chance to respond, you have his hand and you are walking him away from that asshole. If he were to stay you know he would’ve done something that could ruin his chances at playing the rest of the tournament. You bring him to one of the open tables and just pull him into a kiss, he’s fuming but he can never stay mad when you’re kissing him. He literally turns so bright red “I love you and not some jerk, don’t let him bother you babe”. Unlucky for that guy Karasuno was their next opponent and Nishinoya didn’t let one of the guys balls hit the ground.

Hinata: The poor baby sees the captain of one of the well known teams coming up to you and asking you wayyy too many questions jut to be friendly. Hinata had no idea what to do and was internally panicking, should he play mr. Tough Guy, or should I tell him to back off, what would Tanaka do? Oh no. Lucky for him you shut the whole conversation down with two words “...my boyfriend…” the guy’s face dropped instantly and the conversation was over. You came back over to him and just gave him one of your little smiles and any and all worries were erased from his mind. He didn’t have any cool lines or heroic actions but he did have your heart which was all that mattered. 

Kageyama: The idiot, you couldn’t pretend to have any defense for the guy who came up to you while you were literally sitting with your BOYFRIEND. THe guy comes up to you and asks if you could guide him to the practice gym. You sit there still in shock, “come on you’re a manager you should be able to help me out” he is smirking at you like a hero in an early 2000’s romance novel and all Kageyama can do is pull you into a quick kiss before asking the guy “Which gym did you want her to show you to? I can help if you want too.” IF you thought that Kags turned red when he was embarrassed this boy is somehow worse, he stutters a quick “no thanks” before leaving the scene and hiding in a corner where he declares to all of his teammates that he could never show his face ever again. 

Yamaguchi: You had literally just got off the bus when you felt a set of eyes watching you, it was early so you didn’t think too much about it and continued on with your day. A couple more times during the day you felt a presence watching you but every time you thought about it one of the boys was pulling you away from that thought. At the end of the day you guys were doing a before you get on the bus pee and like usual the boys were in and out, and you, Yachi and Kiyoko were stuck waiting to go. You were out first and were waiting outside of the bathroom for the other two to finish. While you were waiting you felt the eyes again, you look around and see a boy that you guess you’d seen a couple of times that day. The boy caught your eye and immediately blushed and walked over to you and handed you a small piece of paper before running away. You took the paper and slid it in your pocket before the other two got out of the bathroom and you all headed back to the bus. When you got back to the bus you sat next to Yamaguchi on the bus. 

“Hey, some guy handed me a note in the hallway and I don’t know what it says”

“Oh, open it up! Let’s see.” He was as encouraging as always and was super sweet about the whole thing. 

Hi, My name is Kyo Ootori and I think that you’re really pretty and I am too shy to talk to you but if you would like to talk here’s my number xxx-xxxx if not that’s okay too! “Awe that’s so cute Y/N he finds you just as adorable as I do” You two giggle about it for a little bit before you both decide to take a nap on the bus. 

Tsukishima: He is tall and quiet but he absolutely will not stand up for someone talking to his girl. Especially not the little rat boy on the losing volleyball team. The rat somehow managed to get to you before he did after he changed from a match. You were obviously uncomfortable with the whole thing and the boy would not back off, Tsuki could not and would not watch this scene anymore. 

“Stop talking, you’re wasting your breath.” Both you and the boy look up at him shocked. You look relieved and the boy looks horrified, Tsuki is a tall wall with glaring glasses and an angry scowl on his face. 

The boy runs, not walks, not strolls but runs away Tsuki, it took 6 words and the boy is leaving you alone You’d been trying to get out of the conversation for over ten minutes. He really was your savior, all you could do was give him a big smile, but he was already turned around walking towards the gym to watch the next match. 

“Well, are you coming or what?” You look up to see him turned around looking at you with the smallest smile ever, but you know it’s there and meant for you. 

[hale-13]

The Trouble with Tabloids

By Hale13 for @jenniboo311

“Oh look at this, this is a good one: ‘Some suggest that Parker’s powers include the male spider’s ability to hypnotize females.”

“Stop, c’mon,” Peter says back, slightly irritated at her teasing.

“Yes my Spider-Lord,” MJ says, dropping her voice in pitch and, against his will he starts chuckling. It makes him feel lighter and calmer and warm.

“Can we just like sit up here all day? It is so crazy down there.”

MJ hums and flicks over to the next page, still skimming. “I mean we could,” she says, neutral. “But would it really help anything?”

Or

MJ reads the Daily Bugle and Peter is an nervous mess about returning to school after his identity is reveled to the world.

Words: 5313, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Relationships: Peter Parker/Michelle Jones, Peter & May, Peter & Ned

Read on AO3 or below line break

“Does any part of you feel relieved about all this?” Michelle is curled up on her side, the half priced Christmas twinkle lights she picked up off a dusty shelf when they went thrift shopping a few months ago hung up haphazardly behind her. They make the edges of her hair glow red and throw strange and beautiful shadows across her face. Peter is almost too distracted looking at her to register her question.

“What do you mean?” His voice quiet and questioning. His living room is completely dark – his face lit only by his phone screen where he holds is just above his chest.

MJ’s face scrunches a little and she readjusts her head on the pillow, a few stray fractals of light bouncing off the broken black dahlia necklace and painting rainbows onto the wall and ceiling. “Now that everybody knows you don’t really have to hide or lie to people.”

Peter feels his hackles rise just a little at that comment but he’s too tired and burnt out to really be upset. He feels like he’s been fighting for years even though its only been a few weeks since Beck outed him to the world. His head pulsates with the starts of a headache and he just sighs. “For the record,” despite his desire to sound neutral his voice has a bit of an edge, “I never wanted to lie to you. But how do you tell someone that you’re Spider-Man?”

MJ hums noncommittally, it’s the sound she makes when she disagrees or has strong feelings about something in particular but doesn’t feel like arguing – he’s sure it will come up later and that her opinion will probably be correct. It makes him feel thankful and pissed simultaneously but he takes a deep breath and tries to let it go. Anger seems to be his default emotion these days. Anger and frustration and a dash of hopelessness. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” MJ asks, changing the subject abruptly and Peter settles a little more firmly into the ancient couch that May picked up from one of their neighbors. It groans under him.

“Sure,” he replies with a bit of a crooked smile that he can tell doesn’t reach his eyes – the little image in the bottom of his screen that shows his reflection makes him look pale and washed out and so so tired. No wonder May had been hovering so much recently. “I’ve always wanted to try and balance being a well known vigilante while going to high school.”

MJ chuckles and gives him a fond smile. The school year technically started a few weeks ago but Peter has been on unofficial home arrest while the NYPD and FBI and the freaking UN sorted out what to do with him. The unaltered footage from EDITH along with the character witness statements and testimonials from Happy and the newly returned to Earth Nick Fury (shape-shifting aliens what the fuck?) made it clear quickly that he was innocent but just opened the door for a whole host of other problems.

Like a large portion of conspiracy theorists still saying he killed Beck and that the government was covering it up. Or the fact that his address had gotten leaked and people had camped outside with signs or support or hatred and he and May had needed to move somewhere new. Or how Ned had been accosted by a crazy Fox News journalist on his way home from school one day.

That had made Peter see red and it was only May and Happy taking his web-shooters and phone and nearly restraining him that kept him from leaving to do something he would probably (maybe) regret later.

Jimmy Woo, the FBI agent over his case, had advised him to just lay low while the local and worldwide organizations hashed everything out. Peter was still too young to sign the Sokovia Accords but they couldn’t have him running around and ‘causing untold destruction’ in other countries. And, well, the NYPD still wasn’t his biggest fan when it came to the low-to-the-ground and neighborhood problems he liked to deal with.

As it was, he was now allowed to continue being Spider-Man in New York City but he would need special permission from local governments to act anywhere else. This suited Peter just fine; he would rather not leave home anytime soon after his last ‘vacation’ and Spider-Man was a Queens hero anyway. The clock on his phone ticked over to one in the morning just as his battery bar turned red.

“Hey,” Michelle said, pulling his attention back to her. She gave him a tired smile and pulled her blanket up higher on her shoulder. “We’ll be there with you the whole time.”

“I know,” Peter whispered, fingering the stitching of the t-shirt he had stolen from his girlfriend and was wearing. It still had just a bit of her scent that he could probably only pick up due to his enhanced senses and it made his chest feel a little full. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You will,” MJ said, ending the call and leaving Peter alone. The shadows that stretched across the walls from his dim phone light looked foreboding and he stared at them until his screen went dim. He really should get up and go to bed. He should pack his book bag. He should definitely charge his phone.

Instead, Peter creeps to his room and shimmies into his suit, jumping out his window into the cool night. ———————————————

Peter crawled back through his window just before his alarm goes off at six, tired and sweaty and still freaking out a little but feeling marginally better now that some of his nervous energy was gone. May is sitting at their little kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee in her robe and looking just as exhausted as he feels. He can tell she knows that he’s been out all night but he’s thankful she chooses not to say anything as he makes his walk of shame to their cramped single bathroom to shower.

When he emerges about twenty minutes later with damp hair and layered up in his favorite flannel shirt and a plain white t-shirt May has brewed another pot of coffee and has a stack of toast and jam on the table and his heart clenches. Toast and jam has always been his go-to for mornings where his anxiety is at an all time high and his stomach is twisting and he wraps his arms around May’s shoulders from behind in a fierce hug and tucks his face into her neck like he’s a little kid again. May gives him a kiss on the temple and lets him soak in some comfort from her before she shoos him over to his seat to eat.

They both sit in silence; Peter munching on his toast and drinking black coffee full of sugar to perk him up and May nursing her own cup and staring at the wall. May’s knee bumps against his when she scoots a little closer and he can feel a little bit more of the tension leak out of him – as long as he still has her he’s okay. No matter what happens with school and Spider-Man and the Avengers he has May.

“I’m so proud of you,” May tells him a few minutes later as he’s chewing on his last piece of toast and Peter can feel the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes but he refuses to cry. He sniffs and coughs, choking on emotion and May scoots her chair over more to pull him into a hug and he just lets himself be held for a minute.

“I love you,” he tells her, leaning into the hug for just another second before pulling away. May smiles, her own eyes watery and she fidgets with his hair, smoothing out the wild curls and fixing his collar. He knows she hears everything else he’s trying to say: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t want this.

“I love you too,” she says; It’s okay, its not your fault. “I have the next week off so if you need me for anything – and I mean anything – I want you to call me okay? I’ll come get you.”

Peter nods even though he would never call her to come bail him out and goes to the sink to rinse his cup and brush the crumbs off his plate. “I know May and I will, I promise.” Liar. The knock at the door interrupts them and Peter glances at the clock; its later than he thought. May bites her lip like she’s waffling on saying more but relents and goes to answer it. He can hear her greeting MJ and Ned, can hear the brushing of clothes as she hugs them both and Peter takes just a moment for himself. He closes his eyes and takes a fortifying breath – in through his nose and out through his mouth – and straightens his spine, squares his shoulders.

He can do this.

And he’s does. He’s fine as he slinks out of his building (the first time leaving as Peter Parker since his arrest and meeting with multiple government organizations and moving) and down the steps to slide into Happy’s car with Ned and MJ on either side of him. Ned is wearing the ridiculous letterman jacket from Acadec that he spent way too much money on and MJ is wearing a dark blazer he’s never seen before but instantly loves. He would probably love everything she wore to be honest.

“Hey kid,” Happy says. He looks completely unruffled in his usual dark suit and tie but Peter can hear his heart beating faster than usual as he double and triple checks his mirrors before pulling away from the curb. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Peter says but his voice is all wrong and he clears his throat to try to get rid of the lump that’s formed there unsuccessfully. Michelle slips her hand in his and squeezes tightly and Ned presses their sides together in a quick moment of support on his other side.

Ned’s phone buzzes against Peter’s leg and he fishes it out, unlocking it and reading through the message before typing a short reply. “Flash is meeting us out front,” he says. And that, probably, had been the biggest surprise from this whole identity reveal mess but it probably shouldn’t have been. When they had come back from the blip, fifteen kids out of their class of forty-three, they had come to an understanding.

The apology and forgiveness had gone unsaid between them but, suddenly, Flash wasn’t as terrible to be around. There was still some ribbing and snarky commentary but nothing to the intensity of before. No more ‘Penis Parker’ no tripping him in the halls or pushing him into lockers like before.

If the Blip had done one thing it was reset everyone’s preconceived notions and priorities.

After Beck had released his heavily doctored video, Flash had practically beat down Ned’s door and asked how he could help. With his large Twitter, Instagram and TikTok following, he had been able to help get the word out about local protests and had been the person behind #NY❤️sSpidey and #PeterParkerisInnocent trending on twitter for multiple days.

Peter had uninstalled all social media from his phone weeks ago to protect his sanity and had basically only been texting May, MJ, Ned and Happy but he really appreciated the sentiment and had dropped in on Flash when he was in the park the other day as Spider-Man to say a quick ‘thank you’ as he patrolled. Flash had looked stunned and excited in equal measure but had offered a scoff and a fist bump that Peter gladly returned before swinging off.

“Well shit,” Happy muttered as he turned into Midtown drawing Peter out of his thoughts.

The school was a madhouse – news trucks were lining the perimeter, their cameras and newscasters being careful to not step onto school property and under close watch from the scattering of NYPD and SRO on the scene. That was fine, they had expected that.

What Peter had not expected, what no one had prepared for, was the literal mob of protestors with signs and banners and t-shirts screaming and chanting behind a series of guardrails that fringed the path up to the school. His classmates were walking up the path mostly unmolested and filming and taking pictures, some of them lingering around the front entrance or on the steps or surrounding lawn as they watched in fascination. A couple were enthusiastically talking to a cluster of cameras and reporters near the subway entrance.

“How did they know I was coming back to school today?” Peter asks, mouth and throat dry and making his voice croak.

“Someone must have slipped it,” MJ says, not sounding surprised. There had been a school wide assembly the Friday before where Principal Morita had announced Peter’s imminent return and had put some ground rules in place – don’t treat him like a zoo animal, no crowding the halls, no harassment – but Peter didn’t really expect anyone to listen. He’d had his own meeting with May and Morita via Zoom a couple weeks before to hammer out the details of his continued education at Midtown and his tardy and absence policy. The man has assured him that he would do everything he could to keep Peter’s school experience as normal as possible which had bolstered May’s confidence but Peter had known it was more of an empty promise than anything else.

“It’s fine Pete,” Ned said. “They can’t do anything to us.”

Happy met his eyes in the rear view mirror and raised a questioning brow and Peter gave a shake of his head. He wasn’t going to back out now, besides, the car had been spotted and multiple cameras were pointed in his direction and the mob was screaming and waving their signs even more aggressively now.

Happy pulled to a slow stop in front of the path and put the car in park. “I can have them removed if you want,” he offered. “Or find a back entrance? You don’t have to deal with them Pete.”

Peter looked at the crowd again and gnawed at his already ragged lip. “It’s okay. It’ll just make it worse if I try to avoid them.”

Happy muttered something about self-flagellation under his breath with a fond eye roll but didn’t fight him. “Just don’t say anything,” he advises. “Don’t look at them and don’t say anything. Just keep walking until you’re in the school okay? I’ll be here right at four-thirty to pick you up after decathlon.”

“Thanks Happy,” Peter says, trading seats with Michelle so that he’ll be the first to emerge from the car and tightening his backpack straps. He wishes he had his red and black suit with him instead of the Iron Spider in its housing units on his wrists – the weight, minuscule as it is, is always comforting on his back. He wishes he was wearing his mask. He wishes he could just be plain Peter Parker again. He takes a deep, fortifying breath and opens the door.

The angry roar of the crowd when they see him nearly deafens him and he fights the urge to cover his ears and protect his sensitive hearing. Flash materializes out of nowhere to stand staunchly at his side as MJ slips out of the car, clearly nervous but ignoring the mass of people and grabbing his hand. “Nice hair Eugene,” she teases as Ned joins them and closes the door. Flash rolls his eyes at her and pushes his shockingly blonde fringe out of his eyes.

“You wish you could pull this off,” he offers in response and her smile becomes more genuine at the ribbing.

“Maybe red,” she muses, adjusting her own bag on her shoulder before she starts to walk up the sidewalk.

The path is only wide enough for them to walk two by two and MJ pulls him closer and holds his hand tighter as they face the school. Peter tries to ignore the signs and screams as he walks resolutely toward the door but he can’t completely block them out, especially after seeing a blown up copy of his year book photo with devil horns calling him a murderer. The woman holding it, wearing a t-shirt with a similar message and a button with Mysterio’s helmet on it, spews even more vitriol when she sees him look her direction. Her face is red and angry and Peter redirects his attention back to the school.

His classmates crowd the stairs and most of them have their phones out to livestream him coming to school. He feels like a bug pinned under glass and he can feel his breath speed up in his chest but he tries not to show it. Ben had always told him that he was an open book and that anyone could read his every thought on his face. It had been funny back then but now Peter just wishes that it was anything but true.

It, unfortunately, doesn’t get any better inside. The halls are lined with curious teenagers and teachers alike who all watch him walk down the hall and film him and get way too close for comfort. Morita had told him that he can’t, technically, enforce the no phone rule before school officially starts for the day and after it ends so Peter will have to deal with it.

His locker is also, unfortunately, down a completely different hall than Ned, MJ and Flash’s so they have to separate if they plan on being on time for home room. He’ll meet Ned there but he won’t see the other two until second period and he has first period, APUSH, completely alone. It’s almost enough to send him over the edge.

“I can walk with you,” Ned offers, adjusting his bag but Peter just shakes his head. He can do this. He has to do this.

The heckling gets worse once the others leave and his classmates get bolder – pushing into his space and taking selfies with him and asking invasive questions. He’s never been popular and he’s always been ignored and its just getting to be too much but at least he understands why some celebrities go off the deep end and straight up punch paparazzi now.

He makes quick work of getting his locker open and stowing his extra notebooks and gym bag before hassling in the direction of his home room. Ned meets up with him halfway there, a little out of breath from clearly rushing to meet him and pushing through the crowd, and the groupies back off a little once he’s around and forming a barrier between them and Peter. Ms. Warren glances at them from her desk when they enter and her eyes linger on Peter a little longer than normal but she otherwise ignores them and Peter feels honestly faint in relief.

“Dude,” Ned tells him as he slips into the seat to Peter’s right at the scratched up black lab table. Peter groans and drops his head onto his crossed arms, not really knowing how to respond. “At least you have Dell for APUSH – he won’t put up with any shit in his class.”

“Yeah,” Peter responds. “Lucky.”

Ned winces and goes to say something else but the bell rings and the school morning newscast starts playing on the TV. Ms. Warren turns it up just as Betty Brant says “This morning our very own Midtown Avenger joined us back in classes. In case you missed it, Jason and I were live on the scene for his-,”

Peter crammed his headphones in and turned on the white noise to drown out the sound of the newscast and pointedly ignored Ned’s sympathetic looks and Ms. Warren who looked at his headphones in blatant disapproval but didn’t ask him to take them out. Thank God.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he peeked at the message coming through – a single eye rolling emoji from MJ followed by Must be a slow news day. He smiled despite himself and tucked the phone back away just as the bell rang.

His first class alone was a nightmare – Mr. Dell had assigned them all seats and had put Peter front and center in what was, probably, an effort to keep his classmates for hassling him too much and keep everyone’s attention on what he was teaching and not on Peter. It didn’t really work since people kept taking sneaky Snapchat pictures and videos of him under their desks when Mr. Dell’s back was turned. Peter set his jaw and tried to ignore it but he knew he would have to borrow Ned’s notes if he even hoped at passing the class.

His AP English class was a little better since he had both Ned and MJ with him but Mr. Harrington who was, arguably, his favorite teacher and one that had, apparently, really gone to bat for him against the PTO and school board so that he could keep his scholarship and go to school, was a little oblivious. His classmates were even more bold and blatant and he was clenching his jaw so much he thought his teeth might break.

“Come with me,” MJ said, pulling him out of his desk right as the bell rang and rushing out the door.

“Where are we going?” Peter asked, stumbling after her as she pulled him toward one of the stock rooms, pushing him in and closing and locking the door behind them.

“To the roof,” she answered, standing on an overturned bucket to open up the small window. Peter blinked in surprise.

“But you have art this hour.”

“And you have a free period,” MJ said like it was obvious, hopping off the bucket and herding him to the window. “Ms. Goode loves me anyway so she won’t care if I miss a class. Hurry up and get sticky.”

Peter let out a bark of a laugh and climbed up the wall, pulling Michelle through the window after him and carefully avoiding the classrooms and front of the building until they reached the roof. The sun was bright and warm on his skin and he laid on his back just reveling in the silence. “This is nice,” he said, catching the book MJ dropped before it hit his stomach without opening his eyes and positioning it behind his head as a pillow. She settled in next to him, rustling with some paper and he cracked open one eye to glance at her. “What is that?”

“The Daily Bugle,” she answered, flicking through a couple pages and skimming the words, ignoring as Peter choked on his own saliva and fell into a coughing fit.

“You’re actually reading that garbage? You know what they’re saying about me right? Jameson keeps calling me a ‘Spider-Menace like that even makes sense-.”

“It’s actually pretty hilarious,” she said interrupting his tirade and stopping her flicking to read through a page. “Oh look at this, this is a good one: ‘Some suggest that Parker’s powers include the male spider’s ability to hypnotize females.”

“Stop, c’mon,” Peter says back, slightly irritated at her teasing.

“Yes my Spider-Lord,” MJ says, dropping her voice in pitch and, against his will he starts chuckling. It makes him feel lighter and calmer and warm.

“Can we just like sit up here all day? It is so crazy down there.”

MJ hums and flicks over to the next page, still skimming. “I mean we could,” she says, neutral. “But would it really help anything?”

Peter sighs and flops over on his stomach to beat his head gently into the book. “Probably not.” His stomach growls and he sighs – at least lunch is next. MJ’s hand skims down his neck to sit in the small of his back.

“I can think of something that could take your mind off it,” she says lightly and Peter feels his cheeks heat just a little but rolls his head over to smirk at her.

“Do tell.”

She gives him a little smile of her own before poking him until he moves enough for her to perch on his lap. He curls block out the sun and she’s at just the perfect height for him to lean forward and pull her into kiss.

They slip back into the window of the stock room just before the bell rings to end third period with their lips swollen and their hair a little more messy than it was before but with bright smiles and less tense muscles. Peter keeps his ear to the door and waits for the hallway to clear before they slip out and make their way to the lunch room.

Both of them had brought lunch so it was easier to creep in unnoticed through the side door and join Ned and Flash in the back corner of the cafeteria. It didn’t take too long before their classmates started murmuring and pointing and, despite the numerous warnings from various administrators and the fact that five of the sophomore level teachers were seated at their own table near the front of the room, many of the students took notice of their sudden appearance and were attempting to take surreptitious pictures and videos of them on phones hidden under tables and halfway in hoodie pockets. Peter felt his ears turn red as he ducked his head closer to the table and nearly into his sandwich. MJ glared at the table closest to them and the few girls seated there at least had the decency to look ashamed though they didn’t tuck their phones away.

“So this is fun,” Flash muttered as he picked at the flavorless and congealed school spaghetti on his tray. His normal table of friends and groupies were seated a few tables away and looking at him with jealously. Awkward silence followed his deadpan grumbling and Peter shifted uncomfortably.

Michelle rolled her eyes and snorted indelicately before glancing at Peter with clear mischief in her eyes and slapping her copy of the Daily Bugle on the table before flipping it open to a page she had earmarked. Peter groaned and dropped his head to thunk on the table dramatically as MJ said “ Did you know that Peter can hypnotize females with his spider powers?”

Ned snorted so abruptly some of the water he was drinking dribbled out his nose causing him to cough and gag and Flash to thump him on the back. “Oh my God,” Ned said reverently, touching the gossip rag and cradling it like it was special as his eyes darted across the page. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen. I need to get this framed!”

Peter whined and thumped his head on the table a few more times. “Yo Parker, this says you lay eggs,” Flash pointed out, skimming the edge of the page where a bullet pointed lists of ‘Fun Facts!’ were.

“I don’t lay eggs!” Peter groaned out in dismay, giving MJ his best betrayed look. She ignored his misery as she gleefully looked at the paper upside down to read the other inaccurate facts listed about him. “This is abuse,” he muttered, trying to pull the paper away from Ned but failing as his friend dodged and Flash batted his hands away.

“Does your ability to hypnotize only work on females? What exactly is the process?” Ned teased, voice shaking in mirth. “Wait! Wait what do you make them call you? Master of the Spiders? Arachnid King?”

���Spider Lord,” MJ provided with a shit-eating grin that had Flash and Ned sputtering with laughter and drawing even more attention their way.

“Oh come on,” Peter begged. “Don’t let anyone hear you or they’ll believe it!”

“Of course Spider Lord,” Flash intoned with barely concealed glee causing Ned and MJ to cackle more.

“You’re all the worst,” Peter told them without heat. To be honest this was the best he had felt all day – he hardly noticed the extra stares and muttering anymore. The bell announcing the end of their lunch rang and he hurried to cram the rest of his sandwich in his mouth as quickly as possible; they all had to hurry since they had gym and had to change before the tardy bell rang in ten minutes.

The heckling continued up until they split off to enter different locker rooms and Peter abruptly clenched his jaw as he realized the majority of his class was not only early to class to change but also waiting in the locker room and looking busy while they waited for him. Ned shot him a wince as he ducked into one of the stalls to change. Peter could feel the eyes following him as he did the same.

“Come on Parker,” he told himself as he took a few moments to center himself. “It’s just gym. You’ve done it a hundred times. This time’s no different.” He took as much time as possible to change, only sneaking out just before the bell rang and the majority of the room emptied.

MJ had saved them seats a bit away from the rest of the class and Peter squeezed between her and Ned, taking her hand and giving it a soft squeeze. Coach Wilson, looking particularly bored, was lugging a couple bags of foam balls from the locked equipment closet and Peter felt his stomach turn with dread. He detested dodgeball.

“You know the drill,” Coach Wilson drowned from the middle of the court. “Split in half, game starts on my whistle. Not you Parker,” he called over the din of talking and scuffing tennis shoes. “New PTA rules – you can watch and do individual work but no more team or contact sports.”

Peter felt his face flush again as he lowered himself back into his seat as the class broke out into louder conversations around him. Ned clapped him on the shoulder and said “Don’t worry about it man,” and Peter opened his mouth with the intent to thank or reassure his friend that he was okay but Ned, taking advantage and wearing a smirk, loudly went directly for the kill. “Besides, its unbecoming of a Spider Lord to comport himself like one of us mere plebes.”

Flash promptly tripped down the stairs and barely caught himself from falling on his face and breaking his nose on the floor, MJ had to sit back down to get herself under control as the rest of their class just stared at them with confused looks on their faces.

“I can’t believe you’ve done this,” Peter told Ned seriously causing his friends to break out into laughter again. If you can’t beat ‘em right?

“You’ve been an awfully good sport about this,” MJ told him later, leaning against a neighboring locker as he packed his bag and grabbed his decathlon binder. He shot her a questioning glance as he zipped up his bag. “The Spider Lord thing. It doesn’t actually bother you right? Because Ned already changed your name in the group chat and I’d hate to hurt his feelings by changing it again.”

“No its fine,” Peter reassured her. “It’s a little funny.” He slammed his locker shut and took her hand, “We’re going to be late Captain,” he told her, walking in the direction of the library. And maybe it didn’t bother him but it didn’t stop the wheels from turning. The attention rankled and he just wanted to go back to being Peter Parker again, to be completely anonymous.

He may know a guy who could help with that – it would only take a quick trip to Bleeker Street.

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There is no such thing as vampires #1 || Jurdan AU

Jurdan Smut Week 2020   •   DAY 2

The prompt was technically dagger play...it didn’t really worked that way but HEY more smut! (vampire smut cough)

@jurdannet​   @jurdannetrevels​

Rating: E (no I don’t mean ‘everyone’)

Warnings: Explicit content, mentions of blood, some biting (it’s a vampire au c’mon), swear words (just in case)

Summary: 

Behind me stands a tall, slender man dressed in black trousers and one of those puffy white shirts men always use in period TV dramas. Raven curls frame the sharp angles of his face and his pale skin resembles marble. I stare at him unsure if my eyes widen because of the scare or how good looking he is. Maybe both.

His lips curve as if he finds my reaction somehow satisfying.

Extra comments: Just because I’m extra af, I’ll leave you the ambience music videos I listened while writing this. In case you’d like to hear them while reading:

Rain in a forest at night - Haunted Mansion/rain/thunder/wind - Narnia Lullaby

Written for: @slightlyrebelliouswriter23​ MA’AM AS ALWAYS THANK YOU FOR ALL THE HELP AND SUPPORT, FOR BETAING THIS UNENDING PIECE AND FOR HELPING ME CRAFTING THE IDEA FOR IT! ❤️

Part 1 ||  Part 2

Masterlist   •   AO3

“Please tell me again why are we doing this?” I ask for the third time, leaning to rest my head on my sister’s shoulder. We bounce as the uncomfortable van we travel in turns to a cobbled path, leading us deeper into the woods. 

“Because,” Vivi hisses back. “Your little brother is currently in his Twilight-obsession phase, and he just broke up with his girlfriend so we’re trying to cheer him up!”

“He’s 9! And they lasted like, what? Four hours?”

In that moment, Oak turns violently from the front seat, scowling at me. “First of all Jude, we were together two full days ok? She was the love of my life and suddenly she’s not sure about us anymore? Now I shall never find love again! I might have to become a priest. I expect a little consideration.”

Vivi ruffles his hair affectionately. “We absolutely understand, your sister here doesn’t have an ounce of romance in her veins but of course she supports the cause.”

That said, he returns to his place. I bite my lip hard, trying not to laugh. Typical Oak. I love my brother I really do, even if half of the time I can’t understand his dramatic outbursts.

Sighing, I stare through the window, to the heavy clouds gathering on top of us. Great. We are probably far away from the highway by now, nothing more than trees, rocks and occasional wild animals around. For some reason, our father had thought that there was no better way of fixing a kid’s broken heart than going on a quest in search of legends and hidden castles. 

The thing is that apparently, it works. Instead of an incessant whining about love being doomed, my brother spends the days throwing the most random facts about werewolves, vampires, ghosts and any impossible creature. To be honest, I don’t think wikipedia and the Twilight books are a reliable source, but if it makes Oak happy I could live a couple of days with it. And most importantly if I have to choose between this or spending the week back at home with my mother and twin sister going to tea parties for old ladies, well, the answer is very clear.

I remember reading a few books about myths when I was younger. When I turned fifteen, I developed a hard crush on Brad Pitt after I saw Interview with the Vampire, filling half of the walls in my room with posters of him. Even now ten years later, I actually enjoy talking about old folklore and legends, urban myths and stuff like that. 

What bugs me, are the fraudulent morons who want to take advantage of Oak’s naive curiosity to engage us in the most ridiculous tours that were obviously a waste of money. So far, we’d entered three “museums” where most of the so-called relics were made of plastic, and a haunted house with special effects so poorly done, father had discreetly asked for his money back. Only another two of the places we visited were actually interesting, but since the guides spent most of the time flirting with Vivi or me, it had annoyed our father. 

Now though, we are driving behind the car of an old couple who swore their ancestors owned a castle where true vampires had lived once. The sole mention of the word “castle” was enough to make Oak hang from our father’s sleeve begging to go.

I’m not going to lie, it is an intriguing idea. But I remain a little worried about how much money Madoc is ready to pay before he hurries his little son back to his fantasy books and videogames.

“Dad, did you know that vampires like to live in the woods because it allows them to make racing competitions without being interrupted?” Oak asks with enthusiasm.

Madoc gasps. “Do they? Is it because they’re so fast?” 

Okay, he might be willing to pay more than I thought. Next to me, Vivi muffles a laugh and keeps taking pictures for her instagram, occasionally asking for my help.

Upon arriving at the castle I have to suppress a curse. This, now, is a real castle. Nothing like the pitiful buildings we’d visited before. It is huge, made of pure stone and a modest wooden bridge that connects the entrance with the spot where the cars park. A slight fog covers the sides of the castle giving it a creepier look. 

A shiver goes down my back. I turn to find my family who are all equally gaping at the place in front of them. Oak is visibly shaking with excitement. Vivi shoots me an astonished look before taking my brother’s hand and following the couple across the bridge.  

The first thought that pops into my mind is that this place must have been taken out from a movie. Or set up for one. Maybe this is one of those pranks for TV. There is no other explanation for the massive room we find behind the giant front gate. Every inch of the walls is covered by paintings, several images barely recognizable through the dust. Aged furniture rests under dust and spiderwebs, pointing out they haven’t been used in quite some time. The illumination doesn’t help either. Electric lights hang from a few spots on the walls, though not enough for the big space, which I suspect is the reason that long candles are lit up too. 

My next thought is that I should’ve brought my sweater. The damn place is freezing. 

“Phew, sorry about the dust!” The old man says, flashing an embarrassed smile to us. “We were not planning to have any visitors yet.”

“You said this is going to be a museum?” Madoc asks, carefully surveying the walls. Next to him, Vivi tightens her hold on my brother’s hand to prevent him from starting to run around. I swear his eyes are about to pop out of their sockets. 

“It will indeed! This place has been in our family for generations, but since it’s hard to adapt it to modern technology it was abandoned.” He turns to Oak and winks. “Not to mention the creepy things that happen here all the time.”

His gaze widens. “What kind of things?”

“Well, some distant relatives used to try spending their vacations here. But after a couple of days they left in a big rush, claiming some strange force had commanded them to go away.” With a lower voice, he adds. “They also mentioned noises coming out from empty rooms and dark hallways. Steps. Shadows that followed them along the place.” 

For a second everyone remains silent. The only noise I can hear is the wind outside and the start of a slight rain. Somehow my hands are even colder.

“The legend says,” The woman, whose name is Marrow if I remember it correctly, continues while taking one chandelier with her hand. “This was the hideout of ancient vampires, how many, we don’t know. But they didn’t appreciate people trying to live within their domains.”

“So why come here at all?” Vivi asks. “Isn’t it dangerous?”

“It might be.” She shrugs. “But that’s half of the fun, isn’t it?”

“We like to think we’ve found a safe way to open this castle to the public without taking any risks. We will use a part of it as a museum, to show some of the family relics. But be aware, no one is allowed to go further than the marked area.” He signals at the yellow tape stuck on the floor forming arrows.

“If you please...” Marrow says, motioning at the stairs where the markings start.

They get me for a moment, not gonna lie. The surroundings and the way they speak are creepy enough to make me doubt my beliefs for a second. I shake my head to clear those thoughts away and walk behind my family. There’s no such thing as vampires or haunted castles.

We go through passages. Madoc has to remind Oak to not touch anything, constantly. From what I see, he’s living his best day. Several counters line up side by side against the wall. Some of them contain jewelry, others weapons, old writing pens among other things. Most of them carry a family shield, although it’s too blurry to properly identify what it says.

The rain thickens outside and Marrow keeps talking. She tells the story of her so called ancestors, whose family were big enough to fill all the rooms in the castle. Elwen, Eldred… something like that, and his many wives had once lived here. Along with his abounding children. I see in Oak’s face the intention to ask about how that family arrangement worked but Vivi gives him a slight pull of his hair. 

I would have thought our guides would try to keep a proud name for their so-called ancestors. But they don’t. In fact, she seems particularly interested in explaining how Eldred’s cruel and terrible nature brought him nothing but disgrace. His once prosperous castle and assets were gone little by little. He claimed he was under the effects of a curse, but no one dared believing him. At least not until people started disappearing.

I stop listening at some point, focusing my attention on the relics in front of me. I’ve always felt a significant attraction to weapons, but not the ordinary ones like guns or rifles. These ones though, such beautiful daggers and swords. I’d give a kidney just to hold one of them. 

On the next shelf books pile one next to the other, the dust around them a clear sign of how long they’ve been unbothered. All except for one. The navy blue cover has almost no dust at all, yet it looks like it would fall apart with a gentle blow of wind. The title is partially gone, probably through time. 

I turn my head to my family but they’re gone, probably to another corridor since I can still hear the muffled voice of Marrow and my brother. Would she care at all if I check out that book?

I bite my lip. As long as it doesn’t break it’s probably alright. Standing on the tip of my toes I reach for it.

“That is an excellent book.” 

I shriek and whip around, my hand flies to my mouth trying to cover the embarrassing sound. The book falls open next to my feet.

Behind me stands a tall, slender man dressed in black trousers and one of those puffy white shirts men always use in period TV dramas. Raven curls frame the sharp angles of his face and his pale skin resembles marble. I stare at him unsure if my eyes widen because of the scare or how good looking he is. Maybe both. 

His lips curve as if he finds my reaction somehow satisfying. “My personal favorite. Too bad the author was a poisonous bunch-backed toad.”

My mouth opens to apologize, but I only manage to let out a strangled. “Shit”

The stranger lifts an eyebrow and chuckles. 

“Sorry, I- that wasn’t what I meant to say.” I stutter. I feel as if my heart has jumped to my throat. “I wasn’t trying to steal the book.”

“I did not say you were.” He answers, his voice is like velvet.

I nod and take a deep breath. “I came in with my family. Marrow is showing us the place.”

His dark eyes wander down my body, but not like one of those rude men on the streets. No. Something in his gaze feels feral, like an animal sizing up his prey. A strange urge to run pools in my stomach, yet at the same time my muscles seem to have forgotten how to do so. 

He looks me in the eyes again and it’s all gone. I let go of the tension in my back and a breath I didn’t know I was holding. When he smiles again, I feel as if I could trust him. Why shouldn’t I?

“And are you enjoying the tour?” He bends to pick up the book I’d dropped before and puts it back on the shelf. His movements are fluid and carefree. I doubt I’ve ever seen such elegance in a simple action. It is unsettling as much as it is attractive. Then I realize I’m supposed to answer.

“Yes, this is amazing actually.” I look around and take in the aged stone of the walls and ceiling. In that corridor there’s only one electric lamp, the rest is only lightened by candles. I can see our shadows dancing along to the flames. “All of this really helps getting in the ‘mood’.”

“The mood?” 

I look at him and notice his tilted head. “Yeah you know, the mood of enchanted castles and old legends. This is well put enough that a credulous person would believe any story. Marrow is pretty good at it too.” Motioning a hand to him I add. “They even have their own actor.”

A thunder roars outside. “I beg your pardon?”

I roll my eyes and flash him a smile. “You don’t really have to keep the charade with me. I’m not some schoolgirl.”

“Yet I managed to pull a scream out of you, didn’t I?” The way he says it feels as if he was talking about an entirely different subject. Heat creeps up my cheeks.

“That was… not the same.” I mumble. “I didn’t hear you approaching. That could scare the living hell out of anybody.”

“I have been told I am quite sneaky, I concede you that.” He nods. “Why don’t I give you the rest of the tour? As an apology, of course.”

He’s doing his job, I remind myself, he’s not flirting with you. 

“You haven’t even told me your name.” I say. “If we’re roaming around a castle together I should at least know who’s guiding me.”

That sounded an awful lot like flirting. Dammit. 

“Cardan, at your service madam.” The tone he uses feels like a caress, he bows his head in a way I’ve only seen in movies. He takes his role seriously. I almost chuckle, but the sound dies in my throat. 

“Cardan.” I repeat, just for the pleasure of doing it. “My name is Jude.”

He straightens. “Delighted to meet your acquaintance.” He answers and offers me his arm. “Shall we, Jude?”  

I can’t believe how far away my family has gone. Cardan and I walk through a couple of corridors and still there is no trace of them. Did we take that long talking?

He’s an excellent guide, I have to acknowledge that. 

While Marrow uses a tone of suspense and mystery, Cardan has this melancholy in his voice that sounds as if he’s talking about a memory. It’s bewitching. He also drops the most ridiculous “facts” about the people on the paintings. I refrain myself from asking if inventing things is allowed for employees, because saying that the girl with the pearl necklace enjoyed to play on the beach while saying she was the Princess of the Sea, certainly sounds like it. 

“If you bite your lip one more time, I am going to do it for you.” 

My heart skips a bit and I let go of my lower lip. I hadn’t realized I was tugging it. It’s an unconscious habit. I turn to him and I find his gaze different, hungry. It sends a shiver down to a place I know it shouldn’t. He arches an eyebrow as though he notices it.

“Is that a thing vampires like to do?” I say, trying to lighten the mood. The last thing I want him to know is that for the last twenty minutes I’ve been listening to him speak wishing he put a different use to that wicked mouth of his.

His gaze doesn’t change. “It is a thing I would like to do.” 

I am pretty sure my expression is giving me up by now. Knowing my traitorous body, I’m probably flushed, my mouth open in awe. Desire coils inside me.

At my lack of answer, he continues. “Why don’t I show you something vampires really like to do?” 

He walks back without letting go of my hand. I notice he steps out from the marked section and into a forbidden corridor. 

The sensation returns, the one that is telling me to run. The problem is that I don’t know whether to run away, or straight to it. My mind wants both and my body, only one.

“You’re going to the restricted area.” I’m partially surprised by how breathless my voice sounds. “You can’t go in there…”

Cardan pauses and a confused expression crosses his face. A second later, it returns to his charming and teasing smile. “Are you afraid?”

I am. 

Yet, I don’t care. I walk into the shadows with him.

As we cross the passage darkened by the lack of chandeliers I tell myself this is a terrible, terrible idea. The way he devours my mouth the moment a door slams shut behind us, convinces me it is the best.

Cardan pushes me against the wall, the cold temperature of the stone goes through my clothes making me gasp. He takes the opportunity and kisses me harder, his tongue explores my mouth with such deliciousness I have to bite back a moan. 

My fingers are tangled in his hair pulling him closer to me, if such a thing is even possible. His hands are everything but still. They roam intensely from my breasts, down my sides and finally to my rear, where he grabs me, pressing me against his pelvis. I hear him groan and the sound makes something clench inside me. 

Before I can double-think about it, one of my hands lowers to rub his hardness, still hidden behind his trousers. His breath hitches. He pulls back a bit and whispers to my ear. “Needy little human.”

I frown a moment, something about his words not clicking inside my brain but whatever it is I forget it the moment he slides his cold hands under my jersey. I yelp at the sensation, not sure if what flutters down my back is a result of the temperature or the eagerness which he’s holding me with. When he reaches my bra I hesitate for a moment. Cardan pauses too and leans back to stare into my eyes. 

“Do you want to stop?” His voice is throaty and charged with desire. Still, he doesn’t make a move, waiting for my answer.

An instinctive part of me knows this is something I shouldn’t be doing. But that’s definitely not any close to me wanting to stop. Without removing my eyes from his I take the hem of my jersey to pull it over my head. The piece of fabric hits the floor, but neither of us pays attention to it. Once again Cardan’s gaze roams me in that predatory way. 

I don’t stagger this time.

When my bra falls to the floor too, I take his hand and guide it to my jean’s button. “Do I look like I want to stop?”

Without hesitation he yanks the button open and slides his hand inside to cup the apex of my thighs. The contrast of my warm skin against his coldness makes my hips buck. Cardan buries his other hand in my hair and tilts my head back. I can feel his lips nipping down my jaw and my neck. A moan escapes my lips as he swipes a finger along my heat. He hums in response, the vibrations of it against my neck makes my eyes roll back.

He continues his ministrations until he feels me wet enough to slide a finger inside, he curls and pulls out. Then back inside. My breath comes out in elaborated pants as he quickens his pace. My hands almost finish unbuttoning his shirt when he slides another finger through my folds, his movements turn fast and punishing. Wet sounds taint the silence around us. As pleasure takes full control of my body I cling to him like a life saver, trying to muffle my moans.

“Let go Jude, let go for me.” He breathes next to my ear. My back arches and I sob a curse, writhing down on his hand. 

He slows down as I come back from my orgasm, but never stops. Despite the freezing surroundings a drop of sweat runs down my chest. My heart beats as if I just ran a marathon. Cardan’s lazy moves continue, frequently grazing that spot that makes me mewl.

I hear him sigh. “You smell so good.” He claims my mouth one more time and bites me hard enough to make me wince. His tongue caresses my lower lip and a warm throb expands through my veins. He freezes and pulls back, releasing me. I stare at him in confusion, or at least as much as I can manage giving my current state.

He pants a couple of times before looking up at me. There’s a fiercess in his eyes that would’ve been scary under normal situations, right now, it only makes me want him more. He swallows before finally speaking. “If we go further, I won’t be able to stop.” His voice is like sandpaper.

My body seems to work on its own account, as I move to cup his face between my hands. “I already told you.”

“Jude…” He warns me, but I interrupt him joining my lips to his.

“I want this.” I breathe into his mouth. Cardan lets out a defeated groan before pulling my body back against his. Either he’s been holding back or it is until that moment that I realize how strong he actually is. He kisses me like a starved man and I can feel my pulse rise once again.

Soon his shirt joins my other clothing. My fingers trace his chest and torso, marveled at the softness of his skin. I mimic him moments before and kiss his neck. A low sound that almost resembles a growl comes out from his throat. My hands travel lower.

Somehow I manage to free his raging erection from his trousers, closing my hand around him. He hisses and then tilts his hips up to my touch. I start pumping him with unsure movements before gaining confidence to do it harder, tighter. Now it’s his turn to curse. Even though it sounds like something taken out from a Shakespeare novel, it makes my core pulse. 

Cardan grips the hem of my jeans strong enough that for a moment I fear he’d rip them away. 

“Take these off.” He demands instead.

I’m not sure of how I manage to do it. My mind feels blurred with a mix of sensations. Disoriented, not sure about exactly how my body is doing all of that, and the bliss of knowing I’m enjoying every second of it.

Before the air hits my skin, Cardan lifts me from the ground. My legs circle his waist in a reflexive move. His lips quirk in approval. Then my back is once again pressed against the wall, making me arch in a failed attempt to avoid touching the cold stone. A sound leaves my mouth, though it is not clear if it’s a protest or a moan. I hear him chuckle in my ear and I turn my head, searching his lips.    

His kiss is slower but still deep. I feel as if small electric sparks are tickling every single one of my nerves. More, I need more. Cardan holds me in place with his hips, letting his hands wander up and down my legs.

The tip of his shaft is grazing my core over the thin fabric of my remaining piece of clothing, with an aching slowness that is not enough to ease my thirst. More.

I might have said that out loud because Cardan’s hips grind faster against me. It feels so good. And yet, it’s not enough.

I whine his name like a plea. 

He continues for a couple of torturing seconds before reaching between my thighs again. There’s no teasing now as he moves my panties aside and immediately sinks his fingers inside me, pumping in and out with a pace that has me gasping in no time. He murmurs something I can’t understand and lines himself up to my entrance.

With soft, deliberate movements he slides through my heat, letting me feel every inch of him until he’s completely filling me. Then he stills. My muscles twitch around him, trying to adjust to the invasion. The exquisiteness of it is making my head swoon. 

Cardan grabs my jaw and locks his gaze with mine. I can imagine what he’s looking at. Hooded eyes and flushed skin, though he doesn’t let me think a lot about it as he starts to move. Slow at first, with careful strokes that quickly evolve into long and deep. My mouth falls open at the sensation and my eyes shut.

“I warned you.” I hear him pant. “That there was no coming back.”

A whimper escapes my lips. I’m not even sure I’m actually trying to say something. He doesn’t seem to care either and leans to whisper to my ear. “You are mine now, Jude.”   

There is something in the way he says it, his words carrying some compelling implication I can’t fully catch. His lips trail down my neck and I want to answer. To tell him that I am, that after the way he’s taking me, how could it be otherwise? 

That’s when I feel a sharp stinging pain on the base of my throat. 

I cry out and try to shake it away but whatever it is won’t let me go. Cardan’s words echo at the back of my mind, Needy little human. 

As if sensing my thoughts he grabs my thighs and opens them wider, he thrusts into me harder and faster. Everything mixes in sensation. Pain leaves as fast as it came, leaving behind it that throb in my veins I can’t really explain. It is more intense now, what I felt as warm now is scorching. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, I’ve never felt so exhilarated before in my life. I don’t want it to stop. 

Cardan sucks on my neck again and I moan his name. Without realizing it, I’m on the brink of another orgasm. I only realize it because he groans when my legs start to shiver around him. I cling to his neck and his hair. If I’m pulling too hard I can’t really know. A familiar swirl comes up from my core to the rest of my body as I spasm around him. It takes me a moment to notice the broken moans and sobs I hear come from my own mouth. 

He keeps going a little longer until his fingers tighten over my skin, surely leaving bruises on both thighs. Muffled moans ring against my skin as he comes, thrusting in a couple of times more before stilling. A warm sensation covers the place where we join together.  His mouth lets go of my neck. I grunt and shiver. 

He puts me down carefully, still holding my waist, which is good considering I don’t know if I’m able to stand by myself. I feel dizzy. Cardan lowers his lips to mine one more time. He’s slow and gentle as though he’s worried. There is a slightly metallic taste in his tongue but I don’t pay attention to it. I trace the fine features of his face with trembling fingers. Little by little my senses start to take in the surroundings, the cold. 

The place rumbles with another crack of thunder.

“You have to go back.” Cardan says, barely pulling his lips apart. Go back. I frown, then images of my family crash in my mind. I look around searching for the door, there is something  on the floor. I realize soon those are my clothes. Shit. The tour, Oak. How much time have I been gone?

I dress in a hurry, not really caring if I put on my jersey correctly. He does the same but with the calm an elegance he has.

Panic must be written in my face because he grabs my chin and turns me to him. “Hey. Calm down.” He soothes me. Then his tone changes, turns commanding. His eyes are darker too. “Listen to me. You are going to do exactly as I say, do you understand Jude?”

I want to ask why, but for some reason I only nod. Cardan grabs my hand and pulls me out of whatever room we were in. “You must follow this passage until you find a way to turn left. Then continue until you see a painting of a black snake then turn right, you cannot miss it or you will get lost. Walk straight, and you will be back to a safe area.”

“But-” I start. I don’t want to go alone. And I don’t understand why but I don’t want to separate from him either. Which is nonsense, I barely know him and still...

He interrupts me. “I cannot go with you, I have lost so much control already and I don’t think…” 

“Cardan, I can’t-” 

A growl echoes in his chest and he pulls me closer to him. While his voice is still hypnotizing it sounds threatening now. “You will not tell anybody about what you saw here. Now go if you intend to leave this place alive.”

Then he's gone. I can’t recall if I blinked or turned, because a moment before I could still touch him and now he vanished.

I take a deep breath and start walking. Focus. Go straight, then turn right. Or was it left? 

All passages look the same, some spaces don’t even have a painting or anything at all to help me differentiate them. Sometimes I whip around, thinking I heard a familiar chuckle behind me. Distant rain is the only sound that is a constant companion, but even with it I’m able to hear an echo of every step I give. It unsettles me more with every minute that passes. Although I feel more in control of my body than before, my knees falter constantly and a sensation of tiredness slides over my mind. 

I find the snake painting just as I’d started to think I would be trapped here forever. 

It’s huge, and despite the years that have probably passed the scales still seem to shine. The head is painted in an angle that gives the illusion of the eyes following the person looking at it. It doesn’t help that the candle’s flames also make the snake look as if it’s moving. Stalking. Before noticing, I start hyperventilating. I shut my eyes close and turn away. Something is terribly wrong with me, I need to get out. 

Turning right, I start running. I cover my ears fearing that if I don’t, I’ll start hearing the snake’s hiss behind me.  

I cross an arch made with the same stone and stop right in my tracks upon realizing somehow I’m back at the room where we first arrived. I blink to adjust my eyes to the change of light, since here’s where all the electric lamps are. The room is empty though. 

I’m not sure of what I am supposed to do now. Sit and wait? Go out to the car?

While I’m weighing my options, trying to choose any that doesn’t imply dropping myself on the floor to have a panic attack, I hear murmurs and steps getting closer.

“Jude!” My little brother yells and runs to me. Behind him, Vivi scans me like she’s trying to find something wrong. I straighten my back and put on my best calmed face.

“Where were you?” She demands. “We lost you hours ago! Are you ok? You look pale.” 

Always such a mother hen, I sigh. “I’m fine. I fell behind and lost y’all. Then... I guessed it would be better to just… return here.”

I try not to frown at my last words, since I didn’t fully intend to say them. You will not tell anybody about what you saw here. 

“Jude knows how to take care of herself.” My father adds. I could hug him, but we’re not exactly the affectionate type. So I just flash him a smile.

Vivi does not look convinced but still stands down. “I guess so. The weather did a mess with your hair though.” A flash of Cardan’s fingers pulling from it to gain access to my neck sends a shiver through my body. Had that really happened just minutes before?

Before I can answer, Marrow calls for us. We turn to find her standing next to a big set of paintings that apparently were covered with a curtain. “You cannot leave without meeting the royal family.”

The canvases are ordered to mimic a family tree. A man with a severe expression rests at the very top. Eldred, I assume. Just by looking at it I feel judged. I can’t imagine what was like to actually live with him. The pictures of his wives look all so different but under them, their sons do have resemblance to one another. A weird sensation tickles my fingers as my gaze continues travelling over the paintings. Finally, I get to the last one. Once more, I cover my mouth to avoid  an undesired sound.

Staring back at me I see Cardan. 

I don’t care if it’s a painting, there is no way I could not recognize those features. Those lips.

“A big family, I see.” Madoc’s words seem so far away.

Marrow hums in agreement. “The Greenbriars always felt proud of their vast offspring. Such attractive sons and daughters. It’s a shame the curse took most of their lives all those centuries ago.” 

“Did he…” I start, without knowing how to continue.

She approaches me to look at the canvas. “Ah, young master Cardan. He was the last one of Eldred’s children.” Then a frown appears on her face. “There was a lot of controversy regarding his death. Some say he died because of the curse, some others say he was the curse. The books all have different versions.”

“That sounds creepy as fuck.” Vivi says. 

“Creepy as fuck.” My brother mimics her, the thoughtful expression on his face makes him look ridiculous. We cackle as Vivi shouts Oak he’s not supposed to say bad words.

By the time we get out of the castle the rain has decreased to a drizzle. 

Madoc carries Oak on his shoulders, listening to his non-stop squeals of excitement after visiting what he calls ‘a real vampire hideout’. This time, I don’t find the words to contradict him. Vivi is the first one to get to the car, shouting back some nonsense about the Greenbriars needing a protection hex. 

The moment I step down from the bridge something shifts in my head and I feel as if I had just woken up. 

Perhaps it is me who needs a protection spell after all. 

Before closing the car’s door, I turn to the castle one more time. Marrow and her husband wave at us from the front gate. 

A dull ache throbs on the base of my neck and my hand flies to the spot. I retrieve it and see blood staining my fingers. 

My heart misses a beat when I lift my gaze to the upper windows, where a tall figure with white shirt and dark hair is looking right back.

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Riddikulus- ten

jungkook x reader, hogwarts!au, enemies to lovers!au

Warnings: language, arguing, cheating, caught cheating

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You had firmly decided that you hated your friends. The first party with all of them after his injuries was spent teasing you and your reaction to Jungkook being in danger. Apparently, the rat himself had told everyone about your help, and the fact that you had cried over him. 

Just like that your festering anger had returned, and you truly had no idea how you had forgotten just how cruel Jungkook could be. 

“What��s on your mind?” Jimin asked, running his fingers through your hair in a comforting motion. 

“Jungkook,” you spoke, leaning your head against Jimin’s shoulder, “And before you make some sort of shit joke, yes I hate him. I’m just kinda frustrated that I did all of that work for him, and he just goes around the whole school making me look… I don’t know, weak.”

“Princess, everyone in this school knows you aren’t weak,” Jimin laughed, “I mean hell, half of the school is terrified of you.”

“Yeah, yeah yeah. But that doesn’t matter,” you spoke softly, Jimin’s fingers lulling you into some much needed sleep.

“Do you wanna hear what I think?” Jimin spoke just as quietly. You gave him a noncommittal grunt from your throat. “I think you are hurt that Jungkook took the nice, friendly thing you did for him and turned it into another aspect of the feud you two pretend to have.”

If you had been sleepy before, you were far from it now. Jimin’s words making you sit upright. 

“What do you mean our pretend feud?”

“Oh come on,” Jimin said, “You might be able to fool the whole world, your brother and even Yoongi, but you can’t fool me. I know you. And I don’t know anyone who spends that much time with their enemy by choice, especially when it involves helping them.”

“We made a deal, he’s giving me something in return, Jimin.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself princess,” Jimin stood up, his face unusually serious, “Just know that I see how you look at him, and it’s certainly not with hatred.”

And with that he was gone,  leaving you to contemplate whatever the hell he had just told you. It was true you felt a little hurt that Jungkook told the whole school about your help. But as far as the rest of his revelations about your feelings, you didn’t agree. You couldn’t agree. 

You let out a deep sigh, falling back onto the emerald couch and closing your eyes. There was no chance you’d be able to get any sleep with your thoughts swimming like this. 

--

You trudged slowly into the potions room, barely making it to your seat in time before Slughorn’s lecture began. You felt Jungkook's eyes on you, but for the moment, you refused to look over. His smug little grin had been the reason you didn’t get any sleep. 

“You look like shit,” he whispered, having peered his head around yours in order to see your face. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

“Thanks Jungkook,” you whispered back, “I wonder why you don’t have a girlfriend when you are so good at giving compliments.”

He just grinned at this, seemingly satisfied enough with your lively comeback to decide you weren’t dying. 

When Slughorn was done lecturing, Jongkook sprinted to the ingredients cabinet, returning with enough ingredients for the two of you before you could even stand. 

“At least you’re fully recovered,” you said, trying your hardest to push aside the feelings that came with the fact that he had gotten your ingredients for you.

“Yeah, no thanks to you making me study potions.”

“Oh please, like you even remember what the essay I wrote you was even about.”

“Thanks for that by the way,” he added, his voice dropping in volume. 

“Did Jimin tell you to say that?” you asked, shooting a glare at the back of the silver haired boy’s head sitting a few rows in front of you. 

“And what if he did?”

“Then it doesn’t count, Jungkook.”

“Well I just thought I could thank you in a different way.”

He waggled his eyebrows at you, smirking at your disgusted face. 

“Gross, that’s never gonna happen.”

“Oh my god, snake princess, I was joking. I meant by telling you something that you should know.”

You met his gaze finally, an eyebrow quirked in curiosity, “And what would that be?”

He took a quick glance behind the two of you, where Seonghwa and another Slytherin boy were so focused on their potions they didn’t even notice your gaze. 

“Seonghwa is cheating on you.”

Time stopped for a second, the calmness of his voice not matching the seriousness of his words. Seonghwa wouldn’t do that to you. Well, actually he probably would. You had been pushing him away recently, but you never expected this. Jungkook was watching you intently, as if waiting for you to break. That’s when you realized he must be lying. He must be trying to get under your skin. 

“What an awful trick to play on someone,” you spat back, bottling your finished potion and stuffing your books in your bag. 

“You think I’m lying?”

“Yeah Jungkook, no offense, but being nice to me isn't really your strong suit.”

“Fine,” he said, hurt flashing across his face so fast you almost didn’t see it, “Check the empty divination classroom tonight, and don’t come crying to me when it turns out I’m right.”

“Fine.”

“Fine,” he said back, looking like a hurt puppy as you turned and walked away. 

--

You had no reason to believe Jungkook. In fact, you could think of several reasons why he would lie about something like that. The problem was you could think of several more reasons why he wouldn’t lie. 

You sat in the common room, debating whether or not to go to the empty divination classroom. You had been so lost in your thoughts all day, both Yoongi and Jimin shooting worried glances to each other, before trying to text your brother. You barely put up a fight, and when they saw that, their worry intensified.  

You stood up in the middle of Jimin’s story, not really paying attention to the gaze of your friends. Your eyes were locked on one sight only, Seonghwa leaving the common room. 

You hurried out of the room, following Seonghwa at enough of a distance where he wouldn’t notice you, but close enough so that you didn’t lose him. Your heart dropped further when you realized where he was heading. 

Up spiral staircase after spiral staircase you followed him. The pit in your stomach growing with each step upwards toward the divination tower. You waited in the shadows as you watched Seonghwa kiss a pretty Gryffindor girl. Looking closer, it looked like Jungkook’s ex, which could be how he knew. 

You felt tears prick your eyes, as Seonghwa pushed her into the room, their lips never breaking apart. 

“Hey,” a voice said softly from behind you. Jungkook’s voice. 

You regretted turning around. Jungkook’s familiar messy brown hair the last thing you could see clearly before the tears started to fall. You felt his arms wrap around you tightly. His melodic voice whispering comforts into your ear, desperately trying everything to get you to calm down. The warmth from his body and the beating of his heart helped calm you. Gently, you wrapped your arms around him too. Your bodies collapsing together. You closed your eyes as his hand found their way to your hair. Replicating the comforting motions he had watched Jimin do their entire friendship. 

You weren’t prepared for the kiss that you felt on your head, and, judging by the way Jungkook had frozen, he wasn’t prepared either. You pushed away from him. More in shock, than anything else. 

“I-I,” you started, jumping further apart from him as you heard the door open behind you, “I should go.”

You had never sprinted to the common room faster. Your feelings about the night more tangled than headphones at the bottom of an unused bag. 

[honeypwark]

[ Strawberries ]

  ↳ Fake Love era

       ↳ Yeosu and Johnny spend the morning together. Hoseok and Jungkook come to visit unexpectedly. Yeosu fails to get them to leave.

Note: Uuuuh content warning? Ages 14+?? Idk, there’s some “if it was on TV it’d be censored with a blanket and convenient camera angles” smutty stuff, so nothing in detail. But still: read with care, children.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Yeosu runs her fingers delicately over Johnny’s back, up to his shoulders and down his arm before retracing her path. She admires how her fingertips leave goosebumps on his skin, minuscule shadows cast over the expanse of his back by the morning sun that shines through the windows. She smooths her palm over his shoulder blades then rests her hand on his shoulder and runs her thumb over his skin. Johnny lifts his head and rests his chin on her chest, looking up at her.

“You know, I love you, right?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Of course I do,” Yeosu assures him softly. “I love you, too.”

Johnny clutches his heart dramatically as she speaks.

“First thing in the morning and you’re already giving me heart palpitations,” he says.

Yeosu giggles.

He finds her hand under the blanket and brings it to his lips, kissing her knuckles then her fingers and her fingertips. She intertwines their fingers and tugs at his hand, pressing the back of his hand to her own mouth.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but that’s illegal,” he tells her.

“Is it?”

“You can’t just steal my heart like that.”

“But I assume I already took it from you a while ago.”

Johnny pushes himself up, “You’d assume correctly, then.”

He leans down and connects their lips. She cups his face, too absorbed in the kiss to notice one of his hands traveling south. She jumps when she feels it.

“Excuse you.”

“My apologies, ma’am,” he says, “May I?”

“Hm, let me think about it,” she muses.

She plays with the hair at the name of his neck, humming as she looks off to the side for a moment. She looks back up at him.

“Has the lady made a decision?” Johnny asks.

“The lady has decided to accept your request.”

“I’d hoped she might.”

Yeosu laughs again, cut off as Johnny kisses her again. He swallows her moan and adjusts himself to be better positioned over her.

Five minutes and a position change later, Yeosu holds onto Johnny’s shoulders as he moves above her.

“Good?” he asks breathlessly.

“No,” she moans, “Absolutely terrible.”

“Yeah, I hate it, too.”

They laugh, nothing serious about their intimacy at the moment. Johnny kisses her then trails his lips to her neck.

“When’s your next schedule?” he asks.

“Why?”

“Want to know if I can give you a hickey or not.”

“We’ve got- oh my god.”

Johnny laughs into her neck as she’s cut off when he changes the angle of his hips.

She smacks his shoulder, “Shut up.”

“Sorry.”

“But we’ve got- ah- Run BTS filming in two days so- Jesus- I’d say no.”

“Fine,” Johnny sighs.

He keeps his head nestled in the crook of her neck, one of his hands gripping her waist. She holds tightly onto him, gripping his arm and tugging at his hair.

“You want to know something?” she asks breathlessly.

“What?”

“I know you lied to me.”

Johnny halts and he pushes himself up to look at Yeosu, “What?”

“About your girlfriends.”

“I didn’t- huh?”

“You told me you only ever dated girls in America.”

“What are you-... Katie.”

“Katie,” Yeosu repeats his member’s name.

“Okay, in my defense, we literally never talk about it because it was so awkward.  I forgot; that’s the only reason I didn’t tell you.  And we only dated for two weeks, like, five years ago.”

“I suppose I’ll let it slide.”

“I can make it up to you,” Johnny says.

“How are you going to do that?”

Yeosu’s hand flies to Johnny’s arm as he starts moving again.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll let it slide.”

Johnny laughs a low chuckle and continues his movements.  Then he stops.

“How did you find out about me and Katie?”

Yeosu blinks up at him, “Ten and I meet for lunch on Sundays when we’re both free.”

“Why was I not aware of this?”

Yeosu shrugs, “It never came up.  He tells me all of your dirty little secrets.”

“And yet you still love me?”

“It’s the hair.”

Johnny laughs, “I’m going to have to have a talk with Ten about that.”

“About your hair?”

“You know what I meant.”

Johnny begins moving again and the two get lost in each other.  Johnny kisses Yeosu’s neck, sucking lightly but not leaving marks despite how badly he wants to.  For several minutes, they go on like that.  Until their intimate moment it abruptly interrupted.

“Noona!”

Johnny and Yeosu go completely still.

“Hobi hyung and I came to visit and brought strawberries from the farmer’s market!” Jungkook calls to her.

Yeosu shoves Johnny off of her and scrambles to stand, “Hang on, I just finished blow drying my hair; give me a second to get dressed!”

“I thought you were going to talk to them about showing up randomly!” Johnny whisper-shouts at her.

“Well, I haven’t yet!”

“You might want to consider it!”

“Wow, really?!”

Yeosu runs to her closet and throws on underwear and jeans. She positive her bra is twisted but doesn’t bother fixing it before grabbing a random shirt to throw on over it all. She nearly makes her scalp bleed with how fast she brushes her hair. She exits her closet to find Johnny standing in the middle of her room in nothing but his boxers.

She gestures at him with emphasis.

He gestures back with his hands helplessly.

She pinches the bridge of her nose then pointedly whispers, “Do not leave this room until I get rid of them. If they come in, hide in the closet.”

“You’re a grown woman living on your own and you’re resorting to hiding your boyfriend in the closet?”

“Yes.”

“We’re talking about this later.”

“Looking forward for it.”

Yeosu fixes her shirt then leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.

“Hi, noona!” Jungkook greets her happily, bounding over to hug her hello.

She catches his hug with ease, “Hey, Kookie.”

She’s suddenly acutely aware of how shaky her legs still are as she walks with Jungkook to the kitchen where Hoseok stands. There’s a carton of ripe strawberries on the kitchen table.

“Thanks so much for the strawberries, but you should have texted me. I’m heading out to grab brunch with a friend soon; could have saved you the trip.”

“We don’t mind,” Hoseok says.

I do, Yeosu thinks.

“I’m going to have to sit you all down to talk about showing up randomly,” Yeosu scolds them, forcing a joking tone when she wants to be serious.

“Can we still hang out here even if you’re heading out? I wanted to watch Iron Man and you’ve got it on DVD,” Jungkook says.

“You’re still on your Iron Man shtick?” Yeosu teases him.

“Only because it’s a great movie series and he’s an awesome character.”

“Wouldn’t you two prefer to watch the movie back at the dorm? I’ll let you borrow the movie.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“This way we don’t have to worry about giving it back to you,” Hoseok adds.

“Yeah, I guess, haha.”

Yeosu watches helplessly as her members walk over to her living room and begin searching through the bottom of her entertainment center for Iron Man. Normally, this would be totally fine. She honestly doesn’t care if her members come and make themselves at home in her apartment. Wherein the problem lies, because she can’t kick them out without seeming completely out of character and raising suspicion.

Yeosu goes to wash the strawberries at the kitchen sink, her back to the two boys as she tries to think of a way to get them to leave.  With the lie she’s weaved, she’ll have to leave her apartment soon and leave Johnny, who is still hidden in her room, alone.

“Hang on, hyung,” Jungkook speaks up, “I just got a text from Jaehyun asking to hang out.”

“Are you flaking on me?”

“Aaaaand... send. Yes, I am.”

Yeosu turns around to see Jungkook pocketing his phone while Hoseok stares at him in betrayal.

“You can’t leave me; you drove us here,” Hoseok says.

“Jungkook can drop you back off at the dorm,” Yeosu seizes the opportunity presented. “You can still borrow the movie and watch it there.”

“And you’re going out...” Hoseok sighs, “Guess I have no choice unless I want to be stranded and abandoned. No one in this group loves me.”

Yeosu can feel the weight lifting off her shoulders as Jungkook and Hoseok walk over to the entryway to put their shoes back on.

“Of course, we love you, Hobi,” Yeosu assures him.

“I’m beginning to doubt it.”

“Well, this is why you shouldn’t show up unannounced,” Yeosu chides lightly.

“Are you serious about that?” Hoseok asks.

“I love you all and you can come over whenever, just text beforehand.”

“Alright, we will.”

“Thank you.”

Hoseok hugs Yeosu goodbye, “Bye, noona.”

Jungkook hugs her as well, “Bye.”

“Bye, boys.”

She sees them out, waving at them as they walk down the hall. She shuts the door softly and leans forward against it, resting her forehead on the wood with a loud sigh of relief.

“You’re welcome.”

Yeosu turns to look over her shoulder. Johnny, still clad in only his boxers, stands beside the kitchen table.

“Did you text Jaehyun?”

“Yep. I knew the second I heard Jungkook’s voice that you wouldn’t be able to kick out your baby when it came down to it. I have to do the dishes for him for a month now.”

“What, does he secretly hate Jungkook and you had to bribe him to hang out with him?”

“No, Jae’s just a brat.”

Yeosu snickers at that, “Well, now we can have strawberries with breakfast. What are you in the mood for? I was thinking pancakes.”

“Hey, hey, hey.”

Johnny catches her wrist as she walks toward the kitchen. He tugs her toward him and spins her around so her back is pressed to his chest. He wraps his arms around her.

“What?” she asks, voice light.

“I believe we were in the middle of something,” Johnny says in her ear, “Before your members so rudely interrupted.”

“Were we? I don’t quite remember...”

Johnny hums humorlessly. He reaches in front of her and unbuttons her jeans. He turns her around in his arms and kneels down, tugging her jeans the rest of the way down her legs until she can step out of them. He stands back up, cupping her face delicately as he looks down at her.

“Allow me to enlighten you.”

He leans the rest of the way down and connects their lips. He bends down further, finding the backs of her thighs to lift her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and he holds her up easily. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, smiling into the kiss as he carries her back to their bedroom.