#thinking about ‘everything but the rain’ and i fell to my knees crying get me outta here

[torawro]

i am having fun rewatching bleach, and i honestly don’t remember it being this emotional & deep so early on?????????

[athenamikaelson]

Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!reader x Elijah Mikaelson Part 12

Warnings- 4.2k

Word Count- Swearing, violence, mentions of sex

“Is he my father or not,” My voice seems to echo throughout our family's little living room as I glare at my mother. 

“It’s not that simple, Y/N,” My mother raises her hands in surrender as she begins to take a step closer to me. The dark glare on my face seems to halt her movements and she closes her eyes and sighs.

“He’s the man that raised you, he-”

“You. Know. What. I. Mean,” I cut her off, biting out each of my words, “I want the truthful answer. Is Y/F/N Y/L/N my biological father?”

I seem to lose all the air in my chest as I watch my mother drop down onto the couch and look up at me with tears running down her face. And that’s all I need to have my answer.

“Oh my god,” I cover my mouth as my chest starts concaving on itself. Tears cloud my vision as I stare at my mother. Her tears mimicked my own. And a wave of anger flows through my body. She was crying as if she was the victim here. She was crying in front of her emotionally and physically wounded daughter as if this wasn’t her fault. 

I sit on the dark coffee table in front of my mother, our knees touching as I stare at her, “You’re going to tell me everything. And don’t even try lying to me.”

My mother looks up at me and nods as she puts her head in her hands, “Eighteen years ago your father and I were having problems. We’d been married 3 years and still couldn’t conceive. It took a toll on both of us. I got depressed and well… you know how your father gets when he is upset,” She looks up at me and I slightly nod as a wave of nausea passes over me, “Your father was out of town for the night and so I thought I would go down to a little bar outside of town. I was there for about an hour before I thought of leaving. But right when I was about to,” she pauses in thought for a moment then continues, “The most beautiful man I’d ever seen approached me. We talked throughout the night and then,” She looks at me to see if I understand where she was going and I nod disgusted.

“After I did what I had done I had never felt more disgusted with myself in my entire life. You have to believe me Y/N,” She reaches out to take my hand but I flinch away from her.

“Does Dad…or your husband know,” I ask but a part of me already knows the answer.

“When I fell pregnant with you soon after, you have to understand how happy your father was, I had never seen him that in love with something in the time I’d known him. You saved our marriage, Y/N. But… as you got older and you developed more of your own features and personality, neither of which were like me or him… I think your father realized or suspected that you weren’t his.”

My eyebrows furrow as I try to hold back my tears and sobs, “Is that why he…am I the reason he left?”

My question has my mother quickly shaking her head, “Your father and I had our own problems and even if it was because of that, it still isn’t your fault. He is still your father, he is the one who raised you.”

I stand up quickly, making sure not to move too much to upset my wounded arm, which is currently in a sling, and I huff out an angry laugh, “Raised me! Raised me?! I saw that man maybe once or twice a month for 16 years and in those few moments, all he caused was torture and heartbreak in my life. That man didn’t raise me! And looking at you now… I realize that you barely raised me too… I raised myself. Just like I’ve raised Theo,” I walk backward out of the living room as I shake my head at my mother, “I’ll never forgive you for this. Never.”

I hear my mother call out to me as I grab my keys and run out of the house. Rain pours down on me, dampening my clothes as I throw open my car door and turn it on. 

I drive around trying to decide my next move, and somehow I end up in the Salvatore’s driveway. 

I’m practically on auto-pilot as I walk up the stairs to the front door, I bring my hand up and knock, and within a moment it slams open and Damon stares down at me.

“What the hell do you…Y/N,” He pauses as he stares at my tear-filled eyes, “What happened? Are you hurt?”

I just stare at him and he takes a step forward and brings a hand to my arm. His touch seems to bring me out of my stupor and tears explode from my eyes as I throw myself into Damon’s arms. He doesn’t react for a moment as I cry into his shirt, but after a moment I feel his arms come and wrap around me.

“You want to…um, talk about it,” Damon asks quietly as if he’s not really sure how to comfort a teenage girl.

“My dad,” I hiccup out a sob, “Isn’t my dad!”

I feel Damon nod and he hums, “Um, sure, ok. Not entirely sure what that means,” He says the last part under his breath.

“I can’t go home. I can’t see my mom,” I pull away from Damon and I wipe the tears away from my face with my t-shirt sleeve.

Damon looks down at me for a moment before he turns sideways and gestures to the living room, “Then you’re going to stay here. For as long as needed.”

—

-2 months later-

“Hurry up hoe! This party isn’t going to decorate itself,” Caroline’s cheery voice calls up to me as I leave my bedroom at the Salvatore’s. 

“I’m coming Caroline, chill out,” I laugh to myself as I descend the stairs to where Caroline is standing. She shoots me a bright smile that rivals the sun when she sees me. 

“I can’t believe you’re still living here,” Caroline says as she grabs my hand and pulls me down the hall. 

I laugh awkwardly, “Ya, I guess I just like the bed here better than the one at my house.”

“And your mother really doesn’t care,” Caroline asks and I flinch at the mention of the woman I haven’t talked to in two months. 

“Um, ya. Theo’s away at some football camp until school starts and my mom’s always working so she doesn’t care.”

“You’re so lucky that you’re mom is so chill,” I laugh at the irony of that. My mom being “too chill” is the reason I’m not living at home right now. Caroline doesn’t know that though so she shoots me an odd look as she must’ve heard me laughing to myself.

After finding out about my paternal issues and moving in with Damon I made up a lie to all my friends that the reason I was living with him was that I needed a little vacation from my life, and not that I’m pissed off at my mom and scared to go home because it means I’ll have to face the reality of my life now. 

Damon is currently the only one who knows of my new “bastard” status. Even though sometimes I feel like strangling him, he has honestly been kind of a great friend these past two months. He’s gone along with my lie, not even telling Elena, who he is totally in love with. Damon and I have even started our own movie nights. Right now we’re bingeing the TV show Supernatural. He and I both like Dean, but our reasonings are a little different. God, I love Jensen Ackles. 

We’re postponing our movie night tonight because Caroline and I, mostly Caroline,  are throwing Elena her 18th birthday party. Elena told me to promise her that we wouldn’t make the party too big, but I kind of had to cross my fingers behind my back when I made that promise because when it comes to Caroline Forbes, no one will get in the way of her party making plans. 

“Good morning,” I look over to see the birthday girl smiling up at me as Caroline and I enter the living room. She and Tyler, who nods hello at me, are going through boxes upon boxes of party supplies.

“It’s 1 pm,” I say back to her and she frowns and checks her watch.

“Oh… Good afternoon then,” She laughs sheepishly.

I walk down the steps and bring her into a hug, “Happy birthday, Elena!”

I can hear Elena sigh and she pulls away from me, “Thank you,” Her vision goes from me to the boxes surrounding us, “I thought you said this was going to be lowkey?”

It’s my turn to smile sheepishly at her as I gesture towards Caroline, who is currently bitching to Tyler about hanging a streamer wrong, “You try getting in the way of her planning something. I love you Elena, but I’m more scared of her.”

Elena turns to look at Caroline as well and we both cringe when she hits Tyler over the head with a hard plastic plate.

“Good point,” Elena whispers out. 

—

“I feel like I have to fight Damon every single time we get a lead on Stefan,” Elena’s complaints have me side-eyeing both Caroline and her. I try to busy myself with unraveling some string lights, trying not to seem suspicious in any manner. I’m the only one here who knows really just how much Damon knows about Stefan’s “activities” this summer. 

About 3 weeks ago I found the articles about Stefan and he who shall not be named in Damon’s closet when I was going through Damon’s things. He’d gone through my things so I thought I’d return the favor. 

When Damon found out I knew he made me promise to keep it to myself. Only he, myself, and Ric could know. Damon didn’t want to worry Elena about all the killing Stefan had been doing. So “The Squad,” as I like to call us, have been researching different “animal killings” around the US this summer. Unfortunately, Damon and Ric won’t let me go on any of the road trips with them so I’ve been stuck at the Salvatore house this summer. 

“Maybe he doesn’t wanna find him,” Tyler’s comment makes me cringe slightly at the irony.

“Tyler!”

“What? He’s into you. Isn’t he” He asks Elena.

“The only reason Stefan left with Klaus was so that he could save Damon’s life,” Elena explains as she takes the supplies Tyler handed her, “I mean, trust me Damon wants to find him.”

You have no idea.

“But…you kissed him. Probably screwed with his head,” Tyler says and Caroline and Elena whip around to look at him while I hover a hand over my mouth to keep me from giggling. I’ve made fun of both Elena and Damon on multiple occasions this summer about the “kiss of death,’’ as I like to call it. 

“Tyler,” Caroline exclaims and Elena shoots her an “Are you serious” look. 

“I’m sorry,” Caroline apologies wholeheartedly. 

Elena raises her hand and shakes it, “I…Don’t worry about it. Look, yes, I kissed him, but it was a…”

“Kiss of death,” I say under my breath, but Elena still hears me and shoots me a glare.

“It was a goodbye kiss. I thought he was gonna die,” She tries to explain herself but Tyler shoots me a look and I have to fight off a laugh.

Elena fishes her phone out of her pocket, “I just missed a call from Bonnie,” She says.

At the mention of my witch friend, I perk up, “Tell her I say hi!”

Elena nods in agreement as she leaves the room. As soon as she goes, Caroline groans and whips around to stare at the werewolf.

“Just because I tell you things, doesn’t mean you’re allowed to know them,” She exclaims at him to which he apologizes. 

“I gotta run if I’m gonna change and pick up Sophie in time,” He says as he waves goodbye to me.

“Wait, you’re bringing a date? Slutty Sophie is your date,” Caroline asks and I frown at the nickname she gave her.

“Hey,” Tyler turns around, “It’s been kinda slow in that department. And… I’m horny all the time now.”

“Ya, tell me about it. Sometimes I feel like I’m gonna explode” Caroline agrees and I gag out loud.

“Ok, has no one here ever heard of too much information,” I say as I make a show of covering my ears. I go back to decorating trying to block out the obvious sexual tension between the vampire and wolf as they talk about their sex lives, or lack of. 

“Bye Y/N,” Tyler’s voice calls out to me and I just wave him off, which makes him laugh.

I turn around and watch Tyler walk out of the room and then I turn to my blonde friend, “Well, that was painful to watch…and hear.”

Caroline groans and throws the cups she has in her hands back onto the table in front of us, “Tell me about it. I just…ugh, I don’t know,” She groans in annoyance again as she picks up some streamers and tape.

“Can we talk about something else, please?”

I laugh slightly at her pleading tone and nod, “Sure, what about?”

Caroline thinks for a moment before turning to me and smirking, “About the guy you’re bringing tonight.”

I roll my eyes at the insinuation in her voice, “It’s not like that at all. Alastair is a work friend. He’s new to town and I thought he could use some more friends.”

“Is he cute,” She raises her eyebrows suggestively and I shoot her a look.

“Some might say that but I’m not into him like that, and he’s definitely not into me like that either,” I respond.

“And how would you know that,” She questions.

I think back to all the times I’ve seen him ogling the male customers at work and smile to myself, “Just a hunch.”

“When did you meet the guy again?”

“Around the start of the summer when I started working at The Grill. He got a job right after me and we’ve been put on the same schedules at pretty much the same times, oddly enough. He moved from Louisana, I believe.”

Caroline nods, “And he doesn’t know about…you know what?”

I shake my head, “As far as I can tell he’s a perfectly normal NON-supernatural guy.”

“Unlike Elijah right,” I glare at Caroline because of her comment which only makes the smirk on her face deepen.

“And unlike Tyler, right,” I smirk back at her and we both drop the subject on both of those men. Caroline got the jist about my little “friendship” or whatever it was with Elijah when she, Elena, and I, accidentally got into Jenna’s wine supply a few weeks ago. He also told me about her confusing feelings about Tyler. 

“Okay fine, changing the subject again,” She thinks to herself before frowning and looking at me, “Wait…when did you say your birthday was again?”

I frown at the question, “I didn’t say it.”

Caroline shoots her hands up in the air like a mad woman, “Well then tell me, hoe!”

I fight back a groan at her question and I don't want to answer but knowing Caroline she won’t stop bringing it up unless I tell her, “It was a few weeks ago.”

Caroline stares at me in shock as she drops the streams she currently holding. A wee bit dramatic might I add. 

“Excuse me! Why didn’t you tell anyone,” She practically screeches at me.

I shrug as I go back to untangling the lights I’ve been working on, “Elena has asked but I always just brush it off. Damon also knows, but he doesn’t celebrate birthdays either so I didn’t have to worry about him throwing me a party.”

Caroline’s eyes practically fall out of her head at my words, “So you did absolutely nothing for your birthday!?”

I just shake my head as if it’s nothing, “I don’t ever celebrate my birthday, Care. I haven't in years… I mean Damon and I had a pizza night, but other than that, no not really.”

Caroline continues to stare at me in shock as she comes over to me and throws her hands onto my shoulders, “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N I solemnly swear I will be throwing you a huge 18th birthday party very soon. And it will make you change your mind about not celebrating.”

I go to argue but she puts a finger to my lips, “Hush hoe. I’ve already started planning in my head.”

Someone kill me now.

—

“Well, don't you just look Darling,” Damon's sarcastic voice sounds from behind me as I flatten out my dark blue dress. 

I turn around and see him wearing the same color top, “We’re matching!”

Damon looks at his top and then the color of my dress and groans, “You really need to move out. We’re starting to become the same person.”

I frown slightly at his comment and I think he notices because he clears his throat, “That was a joke, Pukey. You practically have already made this entire place yours I doubt you’re moving out anytime soon.”

“And yet you still won’t let me paint the walls,” I gesture to the wooden walls of my bedroom. 

Damon shoots me a glare as he raises his arm for me to take, “The wood on these walls costs more than some of the houses in this town. I’d rather die than let you paint them.”

I walk over and grab his arm and he leads me out of my room and down the hall where I can hear dozens of people yelling and music blaring.

“Did you find anything about-” Damon shushes me before I can finish my sentence.

“No talk about that tonight. Only happy drunk thoughts tonight,” I want to argue but I notice the tension in his shoulders and drop the topic for a later time. 

“Where’s the birthday girl?”

Damon slightly glares at the young teens that surround us, “With Blondey. Somewhere.”

“Y/N!”

The sound of someone calling my name has me turning around. I smile once I’ve found the caller. Alastair’s bright smile shines at me as he pushes through the hordes of people. His dark skin contrasts beautifully with the white button-up shirt he’s wearing. Dark slacks cover his long legs and I have to fight back a laugh at how put together he looks compared to the rest of the people around us who look like they picked out the first piece of clothing they could find in their closets.  

Alastair slightly grabs me out of Damon’s arms and brings me into a hug, “You look beautiful.” 

His compliment makes a warm feeling coat my cheeks as I look at him. “You don't look so bad yourself,” And I’m not lying either. He’s shaved down his hair again since the last time I saw him so he’s rocking a buzz cut that makes him appear even more striking and his dark brown eyes sparkle against the bright lights that Caroline and I had previously hung up around the house. 

“I fear I might’ve overdone it a bit. It has been awhile since I’ve been to a highschool party” He jokes as he gestures toward his attire.

“You think,” Damon’s sarcastic tone has me turning to glare at him.

“Alastair this is Damon,” I gesture to the man beside me.

Alastair who is usually all smiles seems to glare at the vampire next to me for a moment before brightly smiling at him, “Pleasure to meet you, Damon.”

Damon just stares at him for a moment, “Y/N lives here with me. So if I find you in her room later I will kill you,” He threatens and then shoots him a fake smile, “Other than that, enjoy the party.”

My eyes practically fly out of my head as I watch Damon’s retreating figure leave the room and I quickly turn back to Alastair to apologize.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s good he’s protective over you,” He smiles at me and reaches out his hand for me to take, “Want to get a drink?”

“Oh definitely,” I sigh dramatically as I put my hand in his. 

We start walking but I catch Alastair and a blonde guy staring at each other as we walk by him. I smirk to myself and then look up to my friend with a raised eyebrow.

“Not a word,” He laughs out.

“I didn’t say anything!”

Alastair rolls his eyes as we approach the refreshments table and he hands me a bottle of water and I shoot him a questioning look.

“We’re so not drinking whatever is in that punch. Who knows if someone spiked it with something? Water is a safe choice,” I begin to laugh thinking he’s joking but at the serious look on my friend’s face I stop.

“A little worried are you?”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a little cautious,” He opens up my bottle of water for me and smiles, “Also what’s with the text I got from your blonde friend this afternoon about you having a birthday party?”

I groan loudly and I can hear Alastair laugh, “How did she even get your number?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I’d like to know as well,” He looks down at me for a moment then frowns, “You really didn’t tell anyone about your birthday?”

I just shrug, “I told Damon. But other than that no. I don’t celebrate it, and whatever Caroline is planning you definitely don’t have to come.”

Alastair shakes his head defiantly, “Oh you bet your ass I’ll be there. Going to get you a pretty present with a bow and everything.”

I put my head in my hands and sighed, “I hate you.”

Alastair laughs and takes my hands away from my face, “You love me and now you’re going to dance with me.”

I’m surprised at the strength of my friend as he leads me to the dance floor that's filled with teens dancing and grinding together.

“You sure you don’t want to go and find that blonde guy,” I yell to him over the music and he rolls his eyes.

“You’re stuck with me, babe. I’m not going anywhere” 

—-

“Call me if you need anything alright,” Alastair says to me as I walk him to his car. After dancing for about an hour the party started to die down when people couldn’t find the hostess or the birthday girl. 

“I’m going to see you tomorrow at work. I think I’ll be fine until then,” I smile at him as he gets into his car.

“I know, just making sure you know you can call me for anything,” He says through his open window as he starts his car.

“I know.”

“Ok, I’ll wait for you to get back inside before leaving,” He nods towards the front door.

“Ok, bye,” I wave to him and start walking to the front door, I turn to look over my shoulder and find that he hasn’t taken his focus off me for a second it makes me unnerved but I shake it off and open the front door. 

As soon as I step a foot inside I hear the squealing of tires and I turn to see Alastair peeling out of the driveway. Guess someone’s in a rush.

I walk into the living room and sigh as I see the damage that was done by the hordes of kids. Bottles and trash line the walls as streamers and the decorations we had worked so hard to put up are lying all around the floor. I start to walk down the steps to start picking up when a loud bang comes from upstairs. 

I frown as I start walking towards the stairs, but as soon as I hear another loud bang I start running. I find myself in front of Damon’s bedroom as I watch the vampire throw and break anything he can get his hands on. I call out to him but he seems to be in his own world of destruction right now. I start to approach him like someone would a rabid animal and I freeze as he turns to look at me. Dark veins appear under his eyes as he glares at me. He starts walking towards me and I put up my hands.

“Damon, what’s wrong? What happened,” He gets closer and I’m about to run off but he grabs me. I shriek escapes my mouth before I realize what he's doing. He's hugging me.

“Damon? What’s wrong,” I slowly wrap my hands around his waist as he holds me tighter. Almost tight enough to bruise, “What happened?”Damon is quiet for a moment before he whispers out a growl, “Stefan.”

[cinnahoons]

visions of gideon - (n. riki) 𖤓

— to love, is to trust.

p. criminal!nishimura riki x criminal!reader w. 2.8k

genres & warnings. angst, partners in crime, established relationship, guns, blood, death & killing, very slight character study, riki is complicated but reader gets it, tears and more tears, cussing, did i mention angst, this has been stuck in my pea brain for so long pls bear with me

“I won’t let anything happen.”

Rain pelts against the windows of the dark cabin. It cracks against glass like shards of ice, sharp and stabbing; a staccato of impending doom.

“Stop—acting like everything’s fine,” you snap, agitated. You’re cradling a pistol in your arms, huddled on the wooden floor with your knees up like they might shield you from your current predicament. It’s dark, dark enough that you can barely make out the ashen metal against your skin.

Riki turns around, silvery moonlight glistening across his black hair. It shimmers like a frozen lake; crystalline. He fixes you with an authoritative glare, one you can only outline by the grace of the moon.

“I need you to trust me, Y/N.”

Your eyes flutter shut, a deep breath coursing through your lungs in an attempt to quell the anger that simmers just below your collarbones.

“I do. That’s all I’ve been doing. Trusting you.” You toss your arms out, suddenly gesturing wildly around the dark cabin. “But this is different, Riki. This time, they have us. They fucking have us.”

Something like guilt flashes in his eyes for a passing moment, and then it’s gone. His jaw hardens.

“By the skin of their teeth,” he retorts, crossing the room to squat in front of you. His boots crack against the wood. “Listen. They have us surrounded, but we’re smarter than them. We have a straight shot from the cabin door to the trees. The lake isn’t much farther. We’ll swim it.”

You shake your head, tears welling in your eyes. The anger in your chest has given way to something heavier, sharper. Pure, unadulterated fear.

“It’s too dangerous. They’ll shoot us.”

Riki frowns, a marvelous thing. His arms come down to your shoulders, giving you a little shake. 

“You can’t cry now,” he scolds. “I told you, I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

You draw your lips into a line, hot tears slipping past the chapped skin. It’s infuriating. In all your years of skirting around danger with Riki; pulling off heists, sprinting down guarded alleys, gunfights with gangs looking to score the bounty on your heads…nothing has ever shaken you like this. You’ve never been compromised in this way, and it’s terrifying.

“But—what about you?”

A flash of white. Riki’s teeth; he’s smiling. He reaches behind his back, pulling out a dark, heavy pistol. 

“Nothing we haven’t handled before.”

You stare at it, eyes wet, before nodding slowly. He’s right. You’re not thinking straight. Youve done this before.

You reach a shaky hand down to your lap, wrapping your fingers around your own pistol. It’s cold and solid against your palm. Riki watches you with something careful in his eyes. It’s almost like he’s relieved that you’ve finally snapped into your usual resolve.

He stands up, beckoning you with his gun. The floor creaks as you both make your way to the door, guided by the light that flushes through the window. He signals you to stop.

“Remember, as soon as we step outside this door, they’ll close in. We need to move fast.”

You nod. Your neck feels stiff; cold. The rain outside has slowed. It sounds like a gentle drizzle now, taps against the window that are hardly noticeable. Your fingers flex  in anticipation.

You catch Riki’s eye as he leans into the door. He’s all sharp angles and deep shadows, but there’s a curiosity that seeps through him like sticky pine sap. He’s an enigma, really. Quietly self-assured but with a wide-eyed innocence all the same. It’s exactly why you fell in love with him. Why all those years ago; you followed him. Why you’ll follow him today.

“I love you,” you tell him, because you can. His brows soften.

“You can say that when we make it to the lake.”

You don’t say anything else. He’s said I love you back.

It’s what’s most important to him. To love, is to trust. There is no greater gift.

The door swings open.

The moonlight is odd now. Sickly. There’s an incessant buzz that you imagine the drizzle might sound like; a thousand roaring droplets. Run, they chant. Run for your life. 

Soil crunches beneath your feet. Are you running? You’re running. Riki is running.  

There’s a splintering to your left. No, to your right. Or was that behind you? 

Everything blurs around you. Shadowy forms lurk on your periphery, slinking around like in your particularly awful nightmares. A chill runs through your veins. And suddenly, there’s yelling. Loud, horrid sounds; a chorus of angry commands, and then—gunfire? A bullet whizzes past your ear. You duck, hissing.

“A thousand times, Y/N,” Riki yells over his shoulder. His gun fires loudly as he lifts his arm up and pulls the trigger. You think you see a body crumple to the ground. 

There he is. So sure. So trusting.

You lift your own gun, firing it at an agent that’s been popping up in your line of sight often enough to piss you off. He grunts, shoulder flying back as he stumbles, wounded. 

There’s a commotion to your left, a cluster of agents that have broken off together and are firing in your direction. Their bullets crack like dynamite in the night air, loud and bright. 

A searing pain shoots through your leg as one of the bullets grazes your skin. You stumble, but Riki is there, grabbing your arm and pulling you forward. 

“Keep moving!” He shouts, his voice laced with urgency. 

You grit your teeth. There’s a feeling blooming in your chest, a sort of technicolor that winds and oozes around your bones. It tells you to push through the pain.

There’s a spattering of trees not too far ahead. They offer some semblance of cover, but the agents are relentless. One lunges from the side, giving you a hair's-breadth of a second to react. You twist, slamming the butt of your gun into his face. He drops with a groan, but the others are quick to follow.

Your grip tightens. Together, you and Riki press forward, firing off bullets in quick succession. Each shot is calculated, deliberate. Another agent falls, then another.  

There’s a dark blur, and then suddenly Riki is being tackled to the floor. He hits the ground hard, gun flying out of his hand. An agent has him pinned.

“Riki,” you gasp.

You try to fire at the agent, but the shot goes wide. He grins, pressing his advantage, but Riki manages to get an arm free, grabbing a rock and smashing it to his temple. The agent slumps immediately, unconscious, and Riki shoves him off with a groan.

You grab him by the arm after he grabs his gun, pulling him along while bullets zip past. He curses loudly, turning to you with bright, clear eyes.

“We need to split up,” he says, breathless. “They won’t follow us both.”

“No fucking way,” you argue, but he’s already breaking away, squeezing your hand before he’s yelling loudly at a group of agents. They charge at him, guns aimed.

You take a short, squeezing breath. With Riki distracting them, you have a chance to make it to the grove of trees just before the lake. You press on, a dull ache spreading through your leg with every sharp jolt of boot to soil. Wind whips across your face. The rain is gone now, but the darkness still makes it difficult to see where you’re going. 

You lose count of how long you’ve been running when your surroundings change from practically barren, vast land to the dense forest that Riki had mentioned earlier. There’s a whirring sound in your ears, damp air escaping your mouth when you collapse against a large tree trunk. It’s even darker here, pale moonlight barely reaching through the dense foliage overhead. A cold sweat drips down your back; you can feel your heartbeat in your leg.

Looking down, you finally catch sight of what damage the bullet inflicted. There’s a fleshy pink hole visible through the fabric of your pants from where the bullet grazed you, dark red blood pooling over it. You dart your eyes up to the sky, stomach turning. The pain is dull, probably from the adrenaline. It’s going to be a real bitch later.

Now, sitting here, the forest is quiet—alarmingly so. You belatedly realize that maybe you should be pushing on towards the lake, but you can’t bring yourself to strain upwards onto your feet. Your head falls back against the tree trunk, willing yourself to take steady breaths as your head swims with exhaustion. 

A rustle in the underbrush snaps you to attention. Your heart flips, fear flooding your senses. You reach silently for your gun, aiming it shakily at the source of the noise. There’s a shifting in the shadows, and then a figure emerges—it’s Riki. Your arm falls, relief washing over you in waves.

“Riki,” you whisper. “You’re okay.”

His eyes widen when he sees you, and he rushes over, boots crunching as he crouches beside you. He lays his gun on the ground, hands ghosting over your extended leg.

“I lost them,” he mutters distractedly. “Damn it, Y/N.”

His eyes are dark and narrowed, glazed over with concern. You let a little shiver wrack over your body before hardening your jaw.

“It’s just a graze,” you say, trying to sound more convinced than you are. “I can still walk.”

He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment before his eyes flick up to meet yours.

“We still need to swim the lake. Can you do it?”

You pause, and then you try to smile at him. It comes off more like a grimace.

“That should clean it out,” you joke.

Riki frowns, eyes dropping to your leg again.

“Funny,” he deadpans. 

His next movements are swift. He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a pocket knife. He grabs the bottom hem of his shirt, slicing a long piece of fabric. The knife falls, and he moves toward your leg. Gingerly, he lifts it up, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of distress. When he’s met with nothing, he wraps the fabric around your leg, above your wound. Tying it, he pulls it tight enough to act as a tourniquet. 

“This won’t help for long, but it’s something,” he murmurs, voice low. “We’ll get you to the medical contact I have as soon as we’re out of here, okay?”

You nod, slightly sluggish. Riki moves closer to you, reaching his arm around your back and using his shoulder to hoist you up so that you’re finally standing again. You breathe evenly, focusing on the feeling of your boots on the ground.

“We need to keep moving,” he tells you, his voice apologetic. You sigh.

“I know. Let’s get on with it.” 

Immediately, Riki tries to wrap an arm around your shoulders to have you lean on him, but you shake your head.

“Just—let me do this,” you tell him, putting a little distance between the two of you. “I don’t fall down that easy.”

He raises a speculative brow, but seems to think better of trying to argue with you. Instead, he turns around silently, keeping his gun close at his side. 

The two of you walk in silence for a while, the only audible sounds being the various chirps and buzzing of whatever insects live in the forest. It’s colder now, too, the type of cold that comes after a bountiful rain. It’s sharp and biting. You pull the jacket you’ve been wearing a little tighter to your chest.

There’s something bothering you. It’s like an itch, maybe. A senseless, baseless thing. It crawls up the length of your spine and sends a rigid, uneasy feeling to lodge itself at the bottom of your throat. You wonder—is it your leg? The blood loss must be causing ghost sensations to travel all around your body. You feel them, but they’re not there. That must be it.

But then there’s the chill. The knowing.

How long have you and Riki been walking?

How long have you and Riki been walking towards the lake?

How long have you and Riki been walking towards the lake, without looking back?

A gun clicks. Your blood runs cold.

When you turn around, nothing feels real. There’s a man; an agent. He’s alone. He steps out from behind a large tree, his gun trained directly on you. The forest seems to hold its breath. The agent’s eyes are shadowy, a cruel smirk playing upon his lips. He cocks his head at you, mocking.

“Riki,” you choke out. You can barely hear your own voice through the sound of blood roaring in your ears.

Riki’s boots scuff from behind you as he comes to what you assume to be a languid stop. You can hear a trickle of fondness in his voice when he speaks.

“Are you finally coming to your senses and letting me—”

A terrible, screeching halt. You blink, but your eyes feel numb. Trust, trust, trust. To love is to trust. You trusted him, he trusted you. You’ve tiptoed to the eleventh hour, and now the axe must fall.

“Don’t do this,” you rasp.

A deafening blast sends a flurry of birds up through the canopy. 

There’s a lily. 

It’s dripping rainwater. You try to reach out and touch it, but you have three-thousand arms and two-thirds of your fingers. A pale halo of light caresses its milky petals, illuminating a spattering of iridescent droplets.

No.

Are you allowed to touch it? Or must good things stay unaltered?

No, please.

It’s okay, you think, to just be content with watching it from where you are. There’s no sense in disturbing what has been or what could have been.

Three perfect droplets roll right off the beautiful lily, plopping earnestly on your cheek. How did they get there? They’re salty, your skin says.

A dark shadow engulfs your vision.

When your eyes flutter open, Riki is crouched over you. 

His hands fly uselessly over your abdomen, fingers stained scarlet. You can feel his frame against your body, shaking. And when you take a wheezing breath, his eyes fly up to yours. There are wet marks on his cheeks, like tears had had their way with him. 

“Jesus fuck,” he moves fast, cupping his trembling hands against either side of your face. They leave bloody prints on your skin. “Just—stay with me,” he pleads, his voice cracking.

You swallow in your throat, your eyes moving sluggishly to the area in front of you. The agent who shot you is crumpled in an awkward pile on the ground, a gory hole drilled into the center of his forehead. You have to fight the urge to smile. It hurts too much to move more than your eyes, anyway. 

Riki brushes hair off your face, causing your gaze to snap back over. His eyes look so different to what you remember. Where there was once a somber serenity, there is now an ocean of uncertainty; glistening with more unshed tears. You make a sound in the back of your throat.

Riki’s hands tremble harder against your skin. They slip and slide as he tries to caress your cheek. It’s almost pathetic.

“I know it—I know it hurts, Y/N. Just…” he pauses, cursing under his breath. “You can’t leave, okay? You’re not ready. I’m not ready.”

You can see it now—the boy inside him. He’s only eighteen, burdened by a life he chose with you years ago; a choice, which was made under bitter loneliness, and disguised by ardor. 

Trust is his vice, because it’s all he’s never known.

Slowly, and with all the strength you can muster, you bring a cold, shaky hand up towards your face, cupping the back of his own and leaning your head towards it as much as you can. He lets a quiet sob wrack through his body. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers fiercely. “I’m so sorry. You trusted me.”

I don’t blame you, is what you wish you could say. Instead, your eyelids droop with a heaviness so extreme that they fall shut. Riki jolts immediately, his futile hands scrabbling for purchase against your face, trying desperately to keep you awake.

“Stop trying to die on me,” his voice is barely a whisper. Your eyes flicker open.

But then his face falls more, if that’s even possible. Guilt will eat him alive.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I love you. All you did was love me back.”

You try to shake your head, but nothing moves. Riki’s eyes fall shut for a brief moment.

“You can rest.” The words ring muffled in your ears. “It’s going to be okay.”

You think you can feel a kiss pressed against your cheek, but, oh, the lily is back, and you think you’d like to go off after it. It holds you close to its chest.

And, even in death, there is nobody you trust more.

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tags! @vousty @hittoki @neos127 @junityy

[flower1622]

A red haired girl is crying seated on the sand of the beach, with her head hidden on her knees and under the rain. Someone with black clothes sits next to her.

The person: Why a young girl like you is crying?

The red haired girl lifts her head in shock and looks at the person next to her. She sees a guy wearing black clothes and a black leather jacket. She also noticed he was strong. She holds her legs and puts her head down. She was all wet from the rain

The red haired girl: It's complicated...

The guy: You can tell me everything. I know how to keep secrets.

The red haired girl looks at the guy and stares at his eyes for a few seconds. For some reason, she feels like she could trust him.

The red haired girl: Alright...how do i begin...?

The guy: How about the beginning?

The red haired girl: Well... to resume the story...it started when i was at school and met a nice and beautiful guy. He saved my life from some horrible people and i tried to help him in the best way i could too. He presented me his friends. We became friends at the same time i discovered a secret about me. I was so lost and he helped me to understand things... we got closer... and i fell in love with him. For a moment i thought he felt the same way about me after we kissed each other. But, weeks later he treated me as if was just an known person of his...our relationship wasn't the same anymore. The guy that i like used to like normal stuffs...like spending his time in the beach, ride bicycle under the sunset, go somewhere to relax...and do many other things. Now...he turned into a numb person. He doesn't smile like he used to...he doesn't notice me anymore...he is more sarcastic and acts cold sometimes...i don't even recognize him anymore.

The girl cries, puts her hands in her face and sobs. The man only pats her in the back, feeling a little bad for the girl. Still crying, the girl looks at the man and stares at his eyes.

The red haired girl: When a girl loves a guy, she would do anything for him. She tries to impress the guy with her look, she worries about his safety, she gets jealous of other girls, she feels very insecure and depressed when a guy doesn't notice her. To give all that you have for that guy that you admire and consider special...not to give you any attention...it can break a girl's heart. I don't remember if we met before...but if you have someone waiting for you... please don't give up on this person. You have no ideia how much a person in love denies many things just to make the other happy. You are or... would be everything for that person.

The man gets a thoughtful expression on his face and thinks about what the girl said.

The man stands up and pats the girl in the back one more time and walks away. He turns to the girl. He shouts "Hey" and the girl turns to look at him.

The man: You are a nice girl. One day you'll find someone that really values you. So, don't waste your tears under this rain for an idiot. You are much better than him.

The man leaves. The girl only continues staring at the place where the man was seconds before...totally shocked.

.....................................................................................

A blonde woman was crying and sobbing on her bed with her head in the pillow. The same man with black clothes appears behind her and leans to kiss her head.

The man: Why the most beautiful goddess in this entire world is crying?

The woman stops crying and turns around to face her partner, who only gives her a sweet smile. He shows her the box of chocolates in his hand.

The man: Hey, sweetie! Would you like some chocolates? And go somewhere to spend some time alone? Only me and you?

The woman jumps from the bed and hugs the man tight.

The woman: Yes! Yes, Ares!

Ares puts his hand on her face and leans to kiss his woman on the lips.

...................................

Hours later

A blonde girl was on her bed doing her homework, but a blonde woman appears in front of her bed with a happy expression on her face.

The blonde girl looks up at the blonde woman confused.

The blonde girl: Aphrodite? What are you doing here?

Aphrodite: Ares is being romantic to me! You did it, Annabeth! Thank you so much, Annabeth!

Aphrodite runs to hug Annabeth. Then, she steps away and says happy:

I already had helped you before with Percy's memories of Rachel. But, now that you helped me, i'm gonna take away his feelings for her too. Then, he'll be yours forever.

Annabeth gets very happy hearing this and thinks:

'Finally, Percy will be completely mine. I think Aphrodite may have misunderstood something, but i won't tell her. She's gonna help me and that's all i need. Say goodbye to your relationship with Percy, Rachel Elizabeth Dare.'

[thestoryden]

Savior, Part 3

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: References to past S.A., Violence, Incest, Crying, References to Abuse, References to Defenestration,Spoilers for Ep.7

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This is part three in the series, while this could potentially be read on its own I would highly suggest going and reading the previous parts, so you can enjoy all the drama. If you have any questions or comments feel free to drop them in the ask box. I am currently taking requests, so if you would like to see something similar to this write a request. If you would like to be added to the tag list just comment. Thank you for reading

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“Did you have a nice fall?” Helena asks.

You sit up in a hay cart and look around. Your back burns with pain, everything is sore.

“How,” You question.

“A dream came to me,” Helena says, “Dragons tumbling from the sky. I did not think it so literal.”

Her voice is dreary and soft like a light rain. You comb the bits of hay out of your hair.

“Ser Criston, would you help my sister down.” Helena asks.

Ser Criston helps wrestle you down from atop the hay.   

“How did you get up here?” he says as he sets you down on the ground.

You look up to your window, “I fell.”

Ser Criston follows your gaze.

“I will find your assailant at once.” He says and rushes away

Helena looks you over, “Are you broken?”

“No, not physically.” You reply

She reaches to pick something off your dress.

“You have something there.” She whispers, her voice dream-like.

She plucks a small spider into her hands and lets it crawl over her. It sinks down a small bite on the back of her hand.

“I see.” She says, “Let us go to our brothers.”

She takes her spider free hands and folds her hand gently around yours. She moves like a ghost, sprigs of her hair blowing about as you make your way through the palace. You weave through the corridors and stairway back to your room.

A maester is working on Aegon’s hand and Ser Criston has Aemond pinned to the ground.

“Aegon, you filthy bastard, I’ll kill you.” Aemond screams as he claws desperately for his sword which is just out of reach.

“For what, it’s not my fault that vile creature fell.” Aegon responds smugly. He wanted vindication for his destroyed hand, and this was more pleasant than he could have hoped for.

“I will burn you till there is nothing left.” Aemond screeches. His voice is unholy and animalistic. He sounds as though he himself is a dragon and fire burns at the back of his throat.  

Aegon’s face turns white as a sheet when he sees you.

“Sister?” He asks before passing out in his chair.

You rush to Aemond’s side and drop to your knees. “Aemond, I am here.”

You rest your hand against his tear-streaked face. He stares in disbelief. He stops struggling and he wraps his hand around yours. He breathes out. There is a moment of silence and all that can be heard is his ragged breath.

“I don’t understand.”  Aemond whispers, “I saw you fall.”

“Helena-.” You look to her and she her shake her head, “There was a hay cart under the window. I’m fine. Just a little bruised.”

Aemond relaxes in to the floor. He lets the stone cool his body. The redness begins to fade from his face.

“Ser Criston, would you mind getting off the prince?” You ask cautiously.

Ser Criston looks at you and then back down to Aemond, he slides off the prince and sits on the chest at the foot of your bed. Aemond sits up and throws his arms around you. He holds you like that for what feel like an entirety. His touch is soft and you ease your whole body in to his chest. You just want to stay like this, melting together, unmoving.

“We must go to her now,” Aemond says to you, “I don’t know how this will sway her opinion.”

 You both get up and head for the door. The air is thick, but no one moves to stop you. Aegon, who had gained conscious again, is too busy crying over his hand to notice. Ser Criston hangs his head in defeat. Helena watches you leave. You hurry down the hall with Aemond.

You suck in as much air as possible before entering in to Alicent’s room. You feel like you may choke on your words the moment you speak them. Aemond walks with you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder pressing you tightly to his side.

He leans down, his lips brushing your ear, “Do not worry.”

You enter in to Alicent’s room.

“Mother, you are going to here about a lot of events very soon, but before that happens I need you to listen to my pleas.” Aemond says.

Alicent looks up from the table she sits at.

“We wish for you to betroth us.” Aemond announces.

Alicent looks flustered, “It is out of the question.”  

“Mother, please let me have her. I will take her as a bride and we can marry in the Targaryen tradition and it will further strengthen our families claim to the throne.” Aemond beseeches Alicent.

“It is not necessary Aemond, Aegon is already married to Helena. I do not wish to force more of my children to this fate.” Alicent replies.

“You do not understand,” Aemond begins, “I must protect her.”

“From who Aemond, she is a princess the whole realm weeps at her feet and would die to protect her.” Alicent shouts.

“You know who from,” He demands, “You turn a blind eye, because he is your child.”

“Do not say such things. Aegon is not that kind of boy.” Alicent says.

“Your right he is no longer a boy at all, but a man. A man who will become king one day. And, when that day comes if she is not protected, he will destroy her to fulfill his own desires.” Aemond insists.

“I will think I what you have asked.” She replies pensively, “You are right that strengthening our claim is important for what is to come.”

“Mother, this is all I desire mother, to be safe.” You start.

Alicent raises her hand, “You need not speak my dear. Leave me to think.”

Aemond and you walk out of the queen’s room, and you feel your body crumble. You are on the floor and the tears will not stop. Aemond hauls you to your feet.

“We most show strength,” He says to you, “If this will not work, there is another way.”

Taglist: @ultarviolence

[thegoopershome]

Realm of the Royals

Chapter 2:

Every house in the village was crooked, from the doorframe to the knots.

They had been placed incredibly closely and seemed to be almost from the Victorian era. The buildings were apparently Northern European in their stylings and architecture.

The streets were cobbled and tight.

It was incredibly hard to navigate this maze like ghost town.

I decided to look inside one of the houses and looked and I saw into another world, wilder and stranger than anything I had ever seen. Everything was twisted and crawled with millions of spiders, I immediately closed the door, in fear for what I could let out.

I kept wandering for several days until I found a large wall. I found it strange that I had not needed nourishment nor rest. I kept going against the wall until I saw a golden gate patterned with flowers and a large decoration resembling the planet Earth.  The land of the globe was portrayed with gold meanwhile the ocean was built out of a net also crafted from gold. 

I first thought I was going towards the gate when I all of a sudden realised that  it was moving my way, quickly too. 

I was previously completely ready to enter this door but now that it was hunting me I was running away.

The door gained speed and now i no longer could out run the gate.

After a while of sprinting I got tired and fell to the ground.

The door stopped directly in front of me. 

Now I knew that I could probably just get away from the wall but there was something here for me… I could feel it.

The entrance abruptly started humming a melody, beckoning me towards it. 

After fighting with myself about if it was a trap or not I decided to go through it, thinking: “what’s the worst that could happen?”

On the other side of the wall there was a huge grassy field, covered in blue, white, yellow and pink flowers. 

I checked behind me and the gateway was nowhere to be found.

-“I have been tricked!” I thought. 

I promptly started banging on the wall hoping to be able to go back.

I had never been one to do something new back then, and I desperately wanted to escape back to safety again. It wasn’t much I had but it was something. Now I had been thrown into a new situation and I had no idea how to deal with it. I collapsed into my knees and I was crying, begging the door to come back because I wanted to go home. While in my panic I heard a hideous slurping noise, and in order to distract myself from the loss, and maybe find a way out of here I decided to find out what the hell it was.

[mishkakagehishka]

Ohh 49 for the ask perhaps

49. Tell us a story about your childhood. Oh! Hmmm, I wonder if I have any interesting ones. When I was about 8 or 9? I think I was still in primary school. But when I was quite young, I remember there was this time when I was just having a horrible, horrrrible day. I can't remember details, but it was one of those days where it seemed like everything was just being stacked on top of everything. Like, moments that make you go, "Really, this as well?" In any case. The straw that broke the camel's back for me that day was when I was returning from school, slipped (it had rained earlier) and fell down some stairs. I didn't fall hard or get hurt beyond scraping my palms and bruising a knee, but I just started sobbing because that was my "Really, this, too?!" moment fshdhfdfjks

Anyway. I remember an auntie, like, I think she might have been in her 30s was just passing by. And I was mortified because I hate(d) others seeing me cry :') and it was such a stupid thing to cry about, but she was sooo so so kind, like, she went out of her way to help me up, to ask me if I was okay, if I needed to borrow her umbrella, if I needed a tissue, if I lived close or if she should walk me home etc etc. And I thanked her profusely and said I'd manage, but I still remember her and every once in a while I'll remember that, and think to myself "I hope she's having the most carefree life, I hope nothing ever goes wrong for her." because honestly. !!!!!! Possibly my fave memory, I think.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 27 - Old Messages, pt. 3.

-----------Congo's point of view------------

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. My undying love for Andy, was growing every minute of the day. Knowing he loved me too, was almost more than I could bare. He was the one. It was so simple. Yet so excruciatingly complicated. But still, I kept checking my phone, to see if he had written again.

Andy: Are you around? I fell asleep pretty fast it seems? Although I think I remember thunder waking me up, and that I actually got a bit scared, but you calmed me down, and I fell back asleep with a smile on my face… or was that something I dreamed? Sometimes I get scared, how is it possible for one person to hold this much love? I love A, like one would love a piece of beautiful sad poetry… And then I love you… like the safety I never knew I had <3 <3 <3 I can't even begin to describe all this love inside me. Feeling so overwhelming, warming but also terrifying. I just feel like laying in my bed all day, listening to the rain, and your soft breathing.

Congo: Yes, you did wake up… and fell back asleep within a minute :) I ended up laying and caressing my pillow till I fell asleep, pretending it was your hair. I know what you mean about the love. I feel the same with you and Marius. It's great to feel this much love, but also confusing and saddening. Yeah, it's raining here too, and right now I'm alone in bed. So, it could be perfect if you could crawl in next to me.

Andy: Aww, you were really caressing your pillow, pretending it was me?

Congo: Yes :) is that so hard to believe?

Andy: No. You just make me so happy and weak in my knees <3 sigh <3 It's just so perfect <3 and extremely cute!

Congo: :) I don't know, I didn't think about that? I just needed you close, to be able to comfort you.

Andy: I don't know what to say. You almost make me cry <3

Congo: That was not my intention. Hopefully you mean happy tears?

Andy: Yes! Of course! I can't believe I mean this much to you, or that you would do such thing, wanting to comfort me so much that you end up pretending it. Congo… I'm so deeply in love with you, and I'm falling more and more each time you do/say such things!

Congo: Sweetheart… you mean everything to me! You have done for years! Why do you think I have always been there to try to drag you out of the gutter? I love you so much Andy, you don't even get how much I love you. My dad even knows, he says he has known for years. And he always hoped we would end up together, despite of you not being gay.

Andy: Aww. I don't know what to say? I'm speechless. My parents love you like their own son. Congo, everything went so bad down here. A attacked my dad, and almost attacked my mom. Well, nothing happened with neither one of them. But, you know, things aren't so great between my mom and A now… from my moms side… she doesn't want anything to do with him.

Congo: Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me when you came up here?

Andy: I don't know? Yeah, I'm okay… its just… you know… You still alone?

Congo: Yes…

Andy: Can I call you again?

Congo: Yes.

Andy: Thank you <3

[thechangeling]

"

"I love you, Kit." Ty said, not looking away from Kit’s eyes. "But not in the way you need me to."

"Okay." Kit exhaled shakily. "That's okay. I just- I can't lose you again. Not because of my stupid feelings."

"They aren't stupid."

"Yes they are-"

"No they aren't because they're yours. And no part of you is stupid."

The tears fell out of Kit’s eyes and he had to look away from the piercing storm clouds before he started crying more. "I've ruined everything."

"No-" Ty protested, slight emotions slipping through his voice. "No I have. I told Dru I wasn't going to hurt you again, and now you're sad because of me."

"I'm not sad." He choked out. "I'm overwhelmed and I don't want to talk about this. God I never wanted you to find out. Dru should've just minded her own fucking business." Kit slid down the brick wall, burying his face in his knees.

"I love you."

"You don't have to say that just because you think I want to hear it."

"I'm saying it because it's true. I do love you Kit. I just-" Ty started flapping his hands as he tried to calm down enough to stay verbal. "I can't love you the way you love me, I can't-" He flipped through the words in his limited vocabulary and tried not to think about how his favorite hoodie and socks were getting soaked by the rain. "I don't understand being in love."

Kit looked up at his, purposely avoiding his eyes because he knew he was getting overstimulated. "What," he paused, thinking of the best way to word his question, "what does that mean? What do you not understand?"

If anyone else had asked Ty, he'd think they were being condescending, but from Kit he knew it was a genuine question. "I don't know what being in love feels like. I'm," he thought of something to compare his feelings to. "It's like-" He breathed in, having a difficult time with speaking the words in his brain.

"Like Christopher Lightwood?"

That was Ty’s favorite part about Kit, he always knew where Ty’s mind would go. Always able to follow along and help when it got hard to say the connections out loud. "Yes. I, I feel broken. I think it might have something to do with not having a good example of a healthy romantic relationship as my brain was developing." He said it very quickly and worried that it wasn't understandable.

Kit started laughing, not his usual 'masking around shadowhunters or his parents' laughter, but a laugh like Ty said the funniest joke in the world. "Ty, Ty, that's not what's happened."

"What do you mean?"

"You're not broken, and it's not a psychological issue. I think you might be aromantic. Like Kit Lightwood."

"Aro..mantic?"

"Yeah. God oh that makes so much more sense in my head now."

"What’s aromantic? Is it like autism?"

"No no, it's a sexuality, kind of. It means that you don't feel or have.. trouble experiencing romantic attraction."

"Oh." It was like a light just flickered on inside Ty’s head, illuminating his mind that had darkened with confusion and anxiety. "That, that sounds correct."

"You should ask Jaime about it. He's aromantic, and autistic, so he could probably help you more than I could."

"But you understand now? That I love you, just-"

"Not in a entirely romantic sense?" Ty nodded. "Yeah, I get it now." Kit looked up at the sky and laughed a little. "We are such a mess."

Ty sat down next to him. "But we are messes together?"

"Yeah."

"Are you still upset?"

"Are we still friends?"

"Of course."

"Then how could I be upset, as long as our friendship stays healthy and happy, I'm great."

Ty put his head on Kit’s shoulder. "I'm sorry I'm not in love with you."

"I'm sorry you've been thinking you're broken."

They sat in silence for a while, just sitting in each other's presence.

"Can we go back inside? My socks are wet."

"Oh shit yeah we should probably go do that."

"

Arospec!ty drabble

Aro Ty supremacy!!!!! I love this! 😭😭💜💜

[lyricc0900]

Chapter 1

Sol POV

You could hear the sound of screaming, the sound of the city around you falling apart as monsters from the sky come down to cast their destruction. I sit in front of the broken building, where my Mom pushed me away to safety. I watched as she and Papa get crushed as they both died.

I can still hear them calling out my name, them smiling at me before New York became a battlefield. Now here alone, it sinks in like a crashing wave as tears fall from my eyes. I scream in agony as if I've been shot in the heart. My mind goes fuzzy, and my hands begin to glow a soft white.

All the practice I've done to conceal it was thrown out as I grip my hands feeling nothing but sadness. Hearing something behind me, I turn my head to see pale green monsters surrounding me. Feeling a sense of anger mix with my grief, I rise, glaring at them with anger and fury.

Blasting them away, I watch as they fall with a gaping holes in their bodies. Feeling my tears fall freely, I walk through the war zone, taking down anything that came in my path. Looking up, I see many more flying in the sky, lifting myself up in the air. I blast them quickly, making them fall to the ground of corpses.

Watching as the portal in the sky closes and the monsters that remain fall, I find myself calming down. Slowly returning to the ground, I find myself on my knees, alone, empty, and lifeless.

"Don't Move. You're Surrounded."

I look up to see men in black with guns in hand surrounding me; feeling drowsy, I fall to the ground letting the darkness consume me.

Mini Timeskip

Opening my eyes slowly, they feel heavy, strained under the bright light above me. Sitting up, I quickly notice the thick cuffs around my wrist. Panic waves over me, creeping fast as I recall the moments before I black out. The moment of death, sadness, anger, emptiness. Right now, nothing felt right; nothing felt real; everything feels like a nightmare I haven't woken up from.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

I stand slowly looking around the white-walled room that only held a simple bed against the wall. Hearing nothing, I try to use my magic only for nothing to come out. Sighing, I plop down on the bed and think.

What should I do from here? What will happen if I stay? Will they experiment on me? Will they kill me? Looking at the door, I let my hands rest on my head. I whisper to myself, "I have to get out of here."

Feeling frustrated, backed into a corner, I spiral in thought. What's if's cloud my mind, fear sits on my shoulder; sorrow fills my heart. In the midst of the silence, I hear something; it's far, but it's there; looking at the door, I hear rain.

Something so soothing, so comforting, I can look back on the days I would stare at the rain that fell on my window. That sends me to sleep calming me now; it weeps with me as I cry at the simple memory of my close past.

Holding my tongue, I wipe the tears from my face, "I have to stay strong."

Trying to hold myself together, I look at the cuffs and try to break them. I don't know what I expect, but after what seems like forever, it snaps in two. I stare in amazement as I feel the magic within my body circulating. Heating up my hand, I break the rest of the cuffs and stand.

Walking over to the door, I break the handle and open the door slowly. Peaking out, I see no one down the deserted hall. Closing the door behind me, I walk down quietly. Hearing the sound of the rain, I follow the sound, staying hidden as much as possible.

Hearing others, I wait until they walk away before turning. The sound of rain grows louder, only to drown out by the sound of whispers. There were so many; they are so scattered, I stop in my tracks, placing my hand on my head.

Facing a double hallway, I follow the whispers that seem to pull me. Lost in thought, I find myself in front of a clear cell. Confused about how I got here, I don't question it as the whispers grow louder before stopping abruptly, leaving only the distant sound of rain.

Looking into the cell, I see a man with long black hair, pale skin, and swirling blue and green eyes. His mouth is covered, his hands bound, leaving him sitting alone. Looking at him, he does the same, clearly confused yet curious.

Holding out my hand, I hesitate before placing it on the glass door. He panics, but when nothing happens, he calms down. Feeling my hand heat up, I watch as the glass melts quickly, leaving an entrance for me to step in.

Walking closer to him, our eyes never leave each other; I stand in front of him as he sits still. Placing my hands on his head, I see a thick cloud covering his mind. I speak softly, "Your mind is faded."

My fingertips light up, allowing his mind to clear from the thick clouds that wander around. Looking into his eyes, I watch as the blue fades away, leaving nothing but a beautiful green.

Staring into his eyes a bit long, everything dawns on me as I feel a zip surge through my hands. Feeling my eyes widen, I step back in confusion, "Why did I..."

Looking at the man, it starts to come together, "You're the one who caused this. You're the reason my building fell and my parent..."

Feeling anger spread through my body, it quickly fades, stopping I look at my hands, then back at him. "You were, being controlled, weren't you?"

His eyes widen a bit, making me step closer to him, "Did you really want this, or were you forced?"

Looking down at him, We stare at each other before the alarms go off. Panicking, I look around, but before I could run, the room was already surrounded. Feeling my breathing pick up, I fall to my knees and hold myself close. Doing so causes a thin white barrier to shield me as I look around at everyone frantically.

No POV

The rain that washes over the city outside falls harder as Sol panics. Her emotions flare up as her future seems dim. The waters that surround the city became restless as the rain fell as if they respond to her conflicting thoughts.

The guards that surround Loki's cell held their guns up. One spoke briefly before pulling the trigger, only for the tranquilizing dart to flatten as soon as it touches the forcefield. The newly formed Avengers step in to assess the issue. Steve steps in to calm down the brown-skinned girl, "Hey, it's ok. We're not going to hurt you. We need you to come with us."

Feeling doubtful, Sol doesn't follow his instructions as she stares at him in fear. They talk among themselves.

"How did she escape?"

A random man answers, "The footage was blurred; none of us noticed. All we got was her entering Loki's cell and touching his head." This angered him a bit, "She must have been conspiring to free Loki."

"Our darts won't pierce her shield."

Raising his hammer, he steps forward, "But this will."

As he walks over to her, the rain outside grows heavier; whispers fill her ears as she stares at him, growing closer. Tears spill from her eyes as Loki backs away and Thor steps into the prison. Raising his hammer, he slams it on the shield; the force between the two clashes as a bright light surges through the room, making him fall back and break through the double doors.

Shocked by this, they look at the broken door, then at the frantic girl. She starts to hyperventilate as the world around her grows loud. Loki notices his and walks over to the shield, not entirely understanding his reasoning.

Bending down, he taps his bound hands on the shield, making her turn her head. Staring at him, she hears a voice in her head. It was a soft tone; it felt warm and safe. "It's ok; everything is going to be ok."

Loki's voice softly fills her mind making her breaths slow, and her shoulders drop. Turning back to Steve, she gives him a regretful look and speaks up, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt him."

Tony makes himself known as he holds a thin device. Stepping next to Steve, he looks up at the girl. "Sol Macias?"

She looks over at him, "Yes?"

"We would like to ask you a few questions, if you may please take down the force field."

Hesitating, she slowly lets it down, standing slowly as the train comes to a stop and the water grows still. Tony wastes no time putting the cuffs back on her; the surrounding men and women lower their guns as the Avengers lead her away. Before she left the room, she turns her head to look at Loki as the guards take him to a different cell.

Info | Chapter 2

[astheworldfallsdown-writing]

Chapter I - You Can’t Truly Be Gone

A cold, heavy rain fell on the red-neon lit bar sign, a staple in the town of Greyslough, on the planet Calyzen. It was a small planet that wasn’t heard of very often, floating cozily on the outer rim, far from any politics and destruction. Grassy hills and long lakes made the planet what it was, a thick layer of gloom laid on the planet but that didn’t stop the citizens from having a good time.

Every weekend the local bar doubled as a fight space, Calyzen brawlers all came and competed, not for any titles or anything fancy, just for the love of the crowd. It was mostly men that participated in such events, but around 7 years ago a young girl showed up and began training right away. She had to prove herself tough enough to take on the rough life of a brawler, but she surprised everyone and was deemed worthy. This girl was Valerie Sorveya, but her brawler name was just Val, some even called her Victorious Val which both embarrassed her and humored her.

Valerie was just 22 when she arrived on Greyslough, she was scared and alone, brought in by a delivery ship operator, Shay, who knew little about her. The first time they met was when Shay was on a regular route, picking up supplies from Naboo as well as other planets. But on his way to the lush planet, he got a call from Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, requesting that he pick up Luke’s cargo and drop it off on the way to his next stop. Shay had a great deal of respect for the Skywalkers, so of course he accepted, little did he know that this ‘cargo’ was a young girl with braided, dark brown hair, padawan cloak, and eyes bloodshot from crying, it was Valerie. He wasn’t the type of man to ask questions, he wanted to get the job done and have that be all, and Valerie remained quiet for the entirety of the ride. The only problem was that when Shay brought her to Luke’s requested drop-off point on Yavin 4, everything was either burned to ash or on fire, no one was on the planet at all. Shay watched the distraught brunette fall to her knees when she saw the destruction, the pain in her eyes was unlike anything he had ever seen. Shay contacted Luke several times and heard nothing, but he knew he couldn’t leave her there alone.

“Do you want me to take you back to Naboo?” Shay asked her, keeping some space from her.

She mustered up the courage to speak. “But I-...I’m supposed to be here.”

“But hon, there’s nothing here, I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.” Shay got on one knee beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder gently.

Valerie looked at him. “Death, so much death.” Her eyes then focused back on the scene of black and red.

Shay shrugged his shoulders slightly, she wasn’t wrong but what was he supposed to say back? He thought for a moment before speaking. “Let’s get you back to your home.”

“I don’t have a home.” Valerie looked at Shay again, her voice grew a bit more clear. “It was Naboo, but my parents both died just days ago. I wasn’t supposed to come back here for another month but I requested Luke to end my break early, I couldn’t bear being there any longer.” Shay didn’t know what to say. “So I’m sorry sir, but I have nowhere to go now, and I have no way of paying for your service.”

Shay shook his head. “Don’t you worry about that right now. You’ve been through a lot, n’ I don’t normally do this… Well, I don’t normally deliver people actually.. But listen kid, if you’re willing, I’ll take you back t’ my home and we can get your situation sorted out, how does that sound?” Shay knew he needed to help her, it was the right thing to do and this girl needed any help she could get.

Valerie took several moments, the gears turning in her head as she tried to think of her options. She couldn't deny that his idea was the best one, though she didn’t exactly want to go to a new planet with a strange, somewhat scruffy looking man, he did seem to genuinely care for her though they hadn’t even exchanged names. “Where is your home?” She finally asked in a breathy voice, her tiredness was starting to affect her speech.

“Oh I live in GreySlough.” He said. She seemed confused, which didn’t surprise him. “It’s a great little planet, do you like rain?”

She laughed under her breath. “I actually do.” This made Shay smile.

“I’m Shay, Shay McDavin” He held his gloved hand out.

Valerie accepted and met her hand with his. “I’m Valerie, Valerie Sorveya. I was training here.”

“You was training with Luke Skywalker?” Shay said in amazement. “You’ll have to tell me about it on the ship, c’mon, let’s get a move on. Late schedule’s means less credits for food.” Shay helped Valerie stand and began walking to the ship. Before he got in, he turned and saw her standing there, lost in the sight of destruction again. “Valerie?” He called her.

This snapped her out of her fixed gaze. She turned her back slowly to the fires, walking away from what was meant to be her future, her life. Her face remained solemnly sad as she got into the ship and sat in the back seat. Shay reached back and took her hand in his.

“I promise things are gonna be alright. I always get the job done.” He gave her hand a small squeeze before letting go and starting up the ship.

After a few hours and a few stops along the way, Valerie had spoken only every now and then about Naboo, about her training, and asked questions about the planet they were heading to. Shay enjoyed having someone with him on the trips, they usually got lonely but after 40 years in the business, he was used to it. They finally arrived on GreySlough, rain dripping down the ship's windows and rusty panels. Valerie swallowed quietly and got out of the ship, her backpack secured on her shoulders as she followed Shay down the dirt road lit up by tall white lamps. They really weren’t very bright, all the buildings were very dark and looked somewhat abandoned.

“I’ll tell ya this right now, it isn’t much” Shay spoke as he walked up the wet wooden steps to an old brick house. “But it’s kept me dry all these years, so I think you’ll find it suitable. Then again, yer from Naboo.” He laughed, unlocking the doors with a slim key.

It was definitely a lot more old fashioned and run down than what she was used to. But her home on Naboo was usually described just like that. It was only a small cabin by the lake, not any kind of fancy city build, no porcelain or hand embroidered curtains like most others had, but she didn’t mind. This home was still very different, though who was she to become picky after losing essentially everything she had?

Shay showed her to her room, it was mostly empty, but there were a couple dusty boxes, a tall lamp and a spare mattress. Valerie put down her bag while Shay searched the closet for extra pillows and bedding. She walked towards the window, she was glad her bedroom was on the second floor, being up high was something she loved.

“What’s that over there?” Valerie asked. She noticed a bright red sign a few streets over but couldn't make out the text through the pouring rain and droplets hugging the window’s glass.

“That is the town’s entertainment center.” Shay said with a small chuckle as he stood up from making up the bed for her, she was too distracted to realize he had done that for her. “It’s a bar. But each weekend we have these town brawlers that fight over there.”

“Brawlers? Like.. they fight each other?” Valerie asked in a confused tone.

“Yep, but don’t worry, they’re all good sports, at least most of them.” Shay stepped towards the doorway. “I’ll take ya one day. But anyways, I know you’re probably tired so I’ll let ya go. I will be gone early in the morning but not for too long. If you’re up before I’m back, feel free to make yourself at home, you saw the kitchen on your way in right?”

Valerie nodded and leaned down to her bed. “I did. And Shay, thank you, truly.” She ran her hands on the blanket, it wasn’t very soft but that’s really how Valerie liked it, things that were too plush always bothered her skin.

“No need to thank me, hon. You’ve been through enough for one day. Just try to rest up.” Shay reached for the doorknob. “Goodnight.”

Valerie nodded to him as he shut the door. She took a glance around the room before reaching into her backpack and pulling out a medium sized plush toy of an Ice Peglin, a species that lived only on extremely cold planets, swimming and living off of fish. It was her favorite animal and her mother had made her this plush when she was just a baby.

She let out a small sigh and placed her plush on the bed. Her heart began to pound slowly and her emotions all reached her at once. Valerie was good at keeping her true emotions unknown from most, the exceptions being her mother and a classmate of hers. But this was all too much, everything was gone, everyone was gone. It was a dark day in the galaxy for everyone, but especially for Valerie. She began to slowly hyperventilate and tears streamed down her chiseled cheeks before she reached into her bag again, digging through for something. She pulled out a small device and unraveled a wire with two earpieces hung at the end of it. With the press of a button on the device, music began playing in the earpieces, Valerie put them in her ears and closed her eyes, hand over her mouth. Music was something she grew up surrounded by since her mother was a Nabooan musician. It calmed her from a place deep within her. Her breaths slowed, but the tears didn’t stop. She allowed herself to cry for around 10 minutes before wiping them away and changing into some sleep clothes, an old shirt and shorts. She had pictured her night very differently. She expected to be curled up in the arms of the man she cared so deeply for as he would have comforted her over her loss. It would have been in secret of course, Luke couldn’t know what was happening among his own students, his own nephew.

Valerie laid down in the bed, looking up at the ceiling with cracked white paint. One arm holding her plush close, the other on her heart, feeling to see if it had slowed down from her small panic attack.

“Ben.” She sighed. The tears began again, she saw no use in stopping them. This was what real, true, raw pain felt like. And she never expected to feel it over such things.

How will I keep going if you’re gone? She thought to herself.

The rest of the night was quiet, the rain pattering on the window helped ground her. Deep breathes filled the room as she put the music device away and curled back into bed. Her blanket met her shoulders and she turned towards the wall. Sleep was something she both feared in this moment, but also provided her comfort. She was scared to sleep because she saw it as making the day more real, like adding a period at the end of the sentence. But her comfort was just from her curiosity, would she go to sleep and then wake up on Yavin 4? She wondered if she had passed out on Naboo and was having a terrible dream. This wasn’t the case. And this was how she spent most nights for at least the first year on GreySlough.

You can’t truly be gone, Ben.

[charnelhouse]

sugar pie, honey bunch

Pairing: Steve Kemp x F!Reader, A suprise guest x F!Reader Words: 3.2k Warning: this is straight up a dark ass fic and i don't want to give everything away so read at your own discretion. some potential spoilers for Fresh (2022), but only the vibes. cannibalism obviously. smut. rimming. oral. gore. kidnapping. Summary: He knew she would be different. He’d known it the second he saw her. A/N: title from the Four Tops song, which lyrics slightly work with this Steve

“Let’s talk about fear,” he says as his eyes slide all over her. “Let’s talk about your lack of it.”

Because that’s why he likes her. She isn’t responding how any of the other girls did. She didn’t cry. She didn’t curse him. She simply ducked her head as she stretched her feet out - wiggling her toes. Spreading out on that flat mattress. The chain around her had seemingly not been worthy of her attention.

He knew she would be different. He’d known it the second he saw her.

His attraction to her had been sudden and consuming. Her face had knocked him flat and he had caught the dimples in her flesh as she scanned the fruit section at the Natural Foods Market. The elegant line of her neck. The unmarked skin. He’d lingered on the swell of her sweet-giving tissue that sat in all the right places.

She could be acting. She could be in shock. No. He didn’t think so. She played it too well.

“Let’s talk about fear. Let’s talk about your lack of it.”

Her doe-eyed expression flutters up at him like an obedient pet - a glass doll - a rare piece of cattle. No! A prized piece and shouldn’t prizes be kept - be cherished and nailed down to show off. He didn’t want to share her, which is why they were even having dinner. The candlelight. The thousands and thousands of dollars of meat he was showering her with. The air swells of nineties rock because he’d memorized her Spotify and wanted to play something she’d enjoy.

“What would fear do?” she replies bluntly. “What would fear do, but hinder me?”

They were talking in patterns. Repeating phrases. The circle lights embedded in his ceiling streams down upon her like a spotlight. He’d made her wear that bow - that prim pink confection at the crown of her head.

“Hinder you?”

She bites her lip - spearing her fork into a green bean. “I wanted to be clear-headed here. I wanted to be able to understand you.”

She was billboard beautiful. Glossy. A myriad of colors. Or was she simply beautiful to him? Could she really be plain? No. No. He didn’t think so. She was hydrated. Moisturized. Bare. Organic. Sweetgreen fed. Oat-milk creamers. Yellowtail sashimi. Almond butter. Blueberries. Collagen peptides. She was good at taking care of herself. He could barely find a mark on her as he’d worshiped her in her white linen bed.

He’d tasted her cunt - lapped at the soft folds - curling the tip of his tongue inside the clenching hole of her sex so that he could really get the vintage. He’d even eaten her ass - forcing her onto her hands and knees as he wedged his face between her cheeks and tried her there. She’d sobbed through every orgasm - grinding back into the sharp line of his nose and his giving mouth.

He didn’t do that - not normally - not with anyone else. But she was utterly attractive to him and she spoke like her words were tangled in bubble wrap. They fell like drops of rain on long grass.

“So - what do you do, Steve?”

“What do you like?”

“How do you want me?”

“Oh - Steve - right there. Shit - you do that so well.”

“Baby - baby - oh my god -”

They had palpable chemistry and he enjoyed fucking her. A lot. He had even felt sad the second the jig was up - the moment he had to drug her and chain her and confess. She’d taken it all in stride. Her brow furrowing as she followed everything he had said, understanding what he meant.

She had looked adorable. Lush. He had almost regretted it.

She smiles demurely at him now as he brings her the next dish. “How’s your leg?” He didn’t want to ask - didn’t want to remind her that he had cut a piece off of her body. But he thought it had to be done. Get it all out in the open. They could joke about it now and maybe he’d have her watch him eat that slab of gorgeous flesh. The transference of her to him. He wants to possess her - have her inhabit him. Your body and blood. He’d treat it with the same sanctity of religion - of ritual. It was love - it was true -

“Better,” she replies as she studies her plate. There’s no anger - not even a sliver of disgust at what he’d done to her. Perfect.

Dinner goes on and he finds himself desperate to touch her. He wants to kiss her - plunge his cock into that molten slick heat as she arches beneath him. He wants her digging her nails into the muscles of his back - scratching down his ribs.

“It must be hard,” she observes - scanning the large table - the spacious sunken living room. “It must be lonely to do this here - all by yourself.”

Fuck - she gets him. She really does.

“To not have someone here - with you - sharing in your passion.”

“Well,” He leans forward - tone conspiratorial. “You’d be surprised at the kind people who also enjoy this. Very few, of course. But - all insanely powerful. The one percent of the one percent.”

She grins - meeting him halfway - her knees knock against his own. He can smell the perfume he’d given her - a whiff of roses. She raises an eyebrow - her expression mischievous. “Could you tell me?”

“No!” He chuckles as he grabs his wine glass and swirls the mulberry liquid in a tight circle. He wants to press his fingers to her clit and do it with that same rapid, stiff pace - get her all juicy so that he could just glide inside her. “They’re my clients.”

She shakes her head - still smiling. “I think you will,” she teases. “I think I know how to get what I want.”

He frowns. “I’m not that easy.”

But he is. He is for her.

***

She does what she does without any grace. She does it in a way that her partners would probably go green over. Her plan was a bit unorthodox, but whatever. She doesn’t care. C’est la vie and all that.

She lets Steve (Brendan) fuck her down on his cock.

She rides him slow - hips sliding over his thighs as the skirt of her dress rasps and crinkles against their bare skin. She lifts herself up as he braces his feet and follows - impaling her - spearing her apart. There is the muffled wet slap of his body making contact with her own. His fingertips will leave bruises with how viciously he’s clinging to her.

He’d bedded her easily. She’d gone without complaint. They’d danced to three of his synthesized love songs as he beamed down at her with that buttery warmth. His smoothness clashed with the manic crack in his coiffed veneer. His eyes were too black - glassy and bright. An unhinged twinkle. He was beautiful until he wasn’t - until he grit his teeth or the muscle in his jaw popped. Okay - he was still handsome then, but her standards were skewed.

“Feel so good,” he growls as his thumb finds her clit - as he presses down while snapping up and piercing a very pleasurable place inside her core.

He avoids the bandages along her thigh. He doesn’t know that her flesh is already growing back - that it will heal - that she could be an endless piece of meat for him if he would like.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs and she curls her lips into a radiant smile that makes him shudder. He picks up his pace - the slick sounds of him entering her echoing in this mid century fiasco hideout. She supposes that this little hobby of his makes him at least slightly more interesting. Her mind had wandered on their first date - had drifted off as he joked about his cursing nieces and boob jobs. She’d wrapped her tongue around the olive from her martini. She’d focused on wiggling the pimento out of it. He’d been lying - his stories carefully picked and chosen to endear her to him. His jokes. His self-deprecation.

“You’re so fucking boring,” she wants to say as she rides him harder - to a gallop. She shoves him onto his back - muscles tightening up around the unforgiving length of his dick. “Patrick Bateman isn’t a personality,” she’d finish with, but doesn’t.

His fervent blue eyes widen at the force behind her push. She smiles again - teeth white and sparkly. She briefly wonders if he knows - if he’s tapped into that animal instinct - that hearty hypothalamus hopefully screaming at him to realize that she isn’t so succulent - so soft and cream-sweet.

Not yet though. Not yet. Make him happy - safe.

She needs to change course because it isn’t time.

“Fuck,” she moans loudly as she grabs fistfuls of her tits and continues to grind down on his lap. Her dress has fallen around them - covering where he’s sinking into her. She’s disturbingly wet - a fact that makes something buzz behind her nose. She buries it deep where she can dissect it later if she ever does.

“You’re so big, baby,” she whimpers - expression crumpling like she’s in pain. She can’t remember what name he even wants to go by - Brendan - Steve -

She falls forward - bracing her palms on either side of his head. She circles her pelvis - feels him buck and twitch inside her - cock thickening and swelling as it drags through the channel of her sex. She clamps down on him - strangles him with enough force to make him choke. The carpet is burning her knees. The mood lighting drips over his golden skin - his wanting expression.

“You gonna cum?” she murmurs - nudging her nose along his cheekbone. He smells good like musk and aftershave and really expensive cologne. She’s so used to guys who think their sweat is sufficient - who rely on ivory soap and two-in-one shampoo and the odor that Kevlar leaves.

“Yeah, gorgeous,” he groans. She twists her hips again and he grunts - his hands flying to her thighs to keep her steady. It’s a push and pull. A fuck or be fucked.

She’s waiting. He’s late.

She probably shouldn’t have screwed him again, but she wanted him vulnerable and begging. She drops her head to kiss his jaw and he tries to get to her mouth. “Please,” he whines and she has to stop herself from rolling her eyes. She leans forward and his other hand finds the back of her head - he yanks her down - forcing their lips together in a messy, wet collision. She can taste the fat on his tongue - the stink from those carefully prepared dishes with their basil puree and garlic foam and fucking breast meat.

He kisses her frantically- fucks her by way of her mouth. His tongue matches the pace of his cock driving into her over and over again.

He palms the back of her scalp roughly. She scrapes her teeth across his lower lip - drawing a bit of blood. He hisses - grunts. She sucks the plump tissue lewdly while making eye contact. That gets him. He jerks beneath her - a low, rattling sound from his chest. She savors the burst of copper in her mouth. He thought she’d never tasted flesh before, but he didn’t know that she had tasted blood all the damn time. That it was a pitfall of her job. Things could get messy and often did.

He breathes her name in between rutting. He slaps her ass.

Your art is ugly - she wants to say.

This house. Your carefully constructed visage. Your very palpable loneliness. Pathetic, Stevie.

And yet she was fucking him. She peeks up at the glass door and her reflection gleams back at her. That bright pink bow sits prim and perky in her hair. Her face is dramatically screwed up in pleasure. Her mouth is parted around a perpetual moan. Overkill. He’s late.

“Gonna come,” he pants - hips chasing hers - cock punching into her so hard that it almost hurts.

“Good boy,” she coaxes and oh his features ripple and spark with satisfaction and lust and awe.

I’ll make him fall for me.

You shouldn’t. You don’t need to.

No. He’s easy to read. This kind of stuff is my specialty.

It’s dangerous.

Is it? I mean…really?

It was a honey pot mission. She just kept feeding him the honey. Big spoonfuls. She’s being a little too nice.

She thinks he’s a poser - dolling up all that meat with gourmet shit. Blackberries. Aioli. Chickpeas. Tarragon. Sweet potato fucking gnocchi. What’s the point of that? If you’re gonna go hard then go fucking hard.

She’ll show him - her handsome Ken-doll psycho. She’ll show him how he really should be.

She feels him go rigid - his chest heaving as he stares up at her. His cock spits deep - warmth blooming through the cradle of her pelvis. He’s still thrusting - rocking up into her - getting the very last gasps of her pussy that’s shivering with its own climax.

She leans forward - her face molded into yearning and he reaches up - pleased with himself - pleased with her - soft and yielding and bare. She gently moves his head aside before latching her mouth to his throat - her tongue tickles the skin and he laughs. She bites down. She bites down very fucking hard.

He doesn't scream - it’s more like a loud vibration from his windpipe. His hands are furiously pushing at her and she sinks her teeth deeper. His skin and meat are silky and tender and there is the hot rush of arterial spray that fills her mouth. It’s a bit salty.

She wrenches her head away and takes a chunk of him with her. She spits it over his gorgeous brown hair. She wonders if it’ll piss him off to waste it. His mouth is opening and closing like a fish as purple-red spreads beneath his head. It’s staining his rugs - the pristine geometric vibe to his home.

She cocks her head and licks her lips. The rush of iron - like licking a battery or a pipe or a penny. Ew. She’s sticky with him. He’s still inside her, too - deflating as she throbs around his softening dick. It’s a little fucked up.

Okay - it’s a lot fucked up.

He reaches for her as he slowly dies. His fingers curl - come hither - and she goes even though she doesn’t understand why. There’s a darkness they share, she supposes. He may have tapped into it just enough that she noticed - just enough that she willingly fucked him again. So what? So what if she basically climaxed from ripping out his throat? Violence was a piece of her - a main food group in her make-up. Blame all the shit she underwent in the labs. Blame her very sad, broken childhood.

Oh Steve - she thinks - we could have had something.

She sighs before swiftly climbing off of him. She feels a rush of spend between her thighs as his cock falls out of her. She’s achy there - a brush raw. She smooths her dress down before inexplicably crouching over him to fix his pants.

Don’t look at me like that. I just didn’t want to stare at your naked cock, Steve (Brendan).

She jumps as an enormous figure crashes through the sliding glass door. The sound thunders through the room - explodes. The man’s silver arm glints - his dark makeup running rivers under his mask and smearing into his stubble.

Bucky.

“I thought your whole thing was stealthiness?” she deadpans - toeing at Steve’s blood-drenched hair. His eyes stare up at her blankly - the whites like eggshells. His handsome face frozen in a startled expression as if he couldn’t quite believe that she had hurt him.

I did like you a bit, you stupid creep.

“He had steel fucking doors!” Bucky explains as he flicks glass off his shoulder. “The whole place was on lockdown.”

“Who has steel doors and then a wall of glass?”

“You can’t break the glass easily.” Bucky lifts a small black circular object. “I had to use this tool Shuri made to splinter it..”

“Which you then proceeded to crash through?”

“Thought I’d make an entrance.”

She purses her lips. “Doesn’t matter anymore.”

There’s a long silence between them until Bucky inhales sharply - like he’d just registered her appearance. There was blood in her hair - all down her chin. He marches over to her - kicking Steve’s limp head away. Something cracks. He’s gentle as he cups her cheeks - his metal palm cold and shocking against her feverish skin. He tilts her skull, searching for injury.

“Did he hurt you?”

There’s the muted pain in her leg. It’s just a chunk. It’s growing back. Bucky will inevitably find out, but she doesn’t need him scowling about her getting maimed for the next five hours. It’s part of the job.

“I’m fine,” she reassures him. “I got the list.” She gestures to the thick folder on the coffee table.

It had taken a bit to get that out of Steve. She’d just rubbed herself all over him and plied him with wine. She devoured the dishes he set in front of her - shutting her eyes as she swallowed with obnoxious hums of approval. Her stomach turns over at the memory.

“Good,” He touches her temple lightly - his ice-blue eyes searching hers. “I still wish you’d just let me beat it out of him.” He glances down at the corpse - his lips curling in disgust.

They’d been removing different Hydra cells across the globe. Picking the leaders off one by one. They’d discovered that a top agent of Hydra had been a member of an underground society that specialized in human meat. It didn’t take too long to track the source and it took even less time for her to catch his interest.

She had fucked him more than once. Did she regret it? No. It was the job. Kind of. Would Bucky care? Yeah, probably, but he’d never say shit. Nat would find it inventive. Sam would stop her at the mention of “women flesh” and “human meat trafficking”. Rogers definitely would flip. She couldn’t wait to watch him read her report after this and try and stammer through all the gory, vulgar details.

She raises her shoulders before dropping them. “It is what it is.”

He narrows his eyes - looking closer as his gaze darts between her mouth and Steve’s neck. Christ - it took him long enough.

“Did you - did you rip his throat out?”

“With my teeth,” she quips as she wipes the back of her hand over her lips - her chin. She feels hot - her veins pumping and swelling under her skin. Her nerves are on fire. Her pussy throbs between her legs, which she intends to blame on adrenaline. Not the murder - not the primal bite she took out of the man she was still fucking - still getting off on.

Bucky blinks at her - a touch horrified before he attempts to tamp it down. It’s sort of adorable. ‘We should call clean up in - then get on the jet,” He grabs her wrist and tugs her away from dead Steve (Brendan).

Au Revoir, lover. We could have had it all.

But she’s already forgetting him. He’s already slipping her mind - blending into all of the other colorful memories of all the terrible terrible things she’s done.

She leans against Bucky’s shoulder - cheek sliding against the creases in the Vibranium. They’re not together together, but she wouldn’t mind if he wanted to fuck tonight. She’s still twitching with arousal - burning up from the inside. They screw three times a week anyway. Post-mission stress relief.

He threads his fingers through hers, reassuring her that he isn’t totally creeped out that she killed a man with her teeth.

“Can we get food?” She squeezes his hand - flesh sliding against metal. “I’m suddenly starving.”

“You’re a damn weirdo.”

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Hyunjin x Female reader

Word count: 3.5K

Summery: If ONE more bad thing happened you were going to lose your mind. You hoped your friend Hyunjin could help when you decided on going to his place looking for the comfort of your friend.

A/N: 18+ only! This was technically a request of sorts from @jquellen27 but I hope you all enjoy! I absolutely loved writing this! If anyone wants to be tagged in future content just let me know.

Warnings: MDNI! Strong language/cursing, Unwanted advances/unwanted touching (your date is a jerk but its nothing detailed or explicate still it's there so warning ya know) oral (m&f receiving) unprotected intercourse/piv (please don't do this/be responsible) I think that's all but if I missed something please let me know and I will add it!

Of course it started to rain. The way this night was shaping up to be that was just your luck. You were walking to your friend, Hyunjin’s place, hoping he would answer his door at such a late hour. Your phone was dead so you couldn’t call or text to warn him of your plans. You were in a dress and heels, face full of makeup, all for your colossal mess of a date and now on top of everything it was raining. Of. Course. You were drenched and cold and fighting the tears that had been threatening to fall since your date had made you uncomfortable. He’d gotten a little TOO hands-y for your comfort level for a first date with a total stranger. Now you were soaked, your makeup was running and, snap. You tripped and fell. You sat in a puddle on the side walk looking at your scraped knee and broken high heel utterly defeated by the universe. It took all your strength to not just give up and cry there on the side walk. You took a deep breath and you forced yourself to get up. You took off your other shoe and now walked in the rain barefoot the rest of the way to Hyunjin’s. When you finally reached his door you hesitated to knock. He wasn’t expecting you, his place just happened to be close to where your date had been and you needed your friend. It WAS kind of late but you knew he was a night owl and would most likely be up, so you knocked softly on his door. Just a few moments passed before the door cracked open and Hyunjin looked out. When he saw it was you and the state you were in he quickly opened the door wider.

“Oh my god Y/N are you okay? Get in here.” He stepped aside so you could enter the apartment. If you weren’t drenched, sore, and freezing the warm glow of his place would have been soothing. Hyunjin shut the door and turned to you, grabbing your shoulders to get a good look at you and assess your well-being. You were absolutely freezing to the touch. He ran his hands up and down your arms trying to warm you up.

“Are you okay?! What happened?” When you finally looked up at him you couldn’t help it. You broke down crying. Every bad part of your night finally caught up with you and you just cried. You knew you could be vulnerable now, that you were safe with Hyunjin, so you just let it happen. Hyunjin pulled you in and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly, softly shushing you as he ran his hands across your back, soothing you. After a bit of crying, when you calmed back down, Hyunjin lead you over to the couch. He took the throw blanket off the back and draped it over your shoulders before he disappeared for a moment. When he came back he had a little first aid kit and a glass of water. He sat down next to you placing the kit on the coffee table next to him and handed you the water. You took a big drink and set the glass down as you faced Hyunjin. He turned towards you too, his worry for you clear as day on his face.

“What happened Y/N?” His voice was gentle as he opened the little kit on the table and waited until you were ready to tell him about your night. You paused. Now you felt stupid for how upset you had gotten and you felt bad that he was so concerned.

“It was nothing really, I’m being ridiculous I’m sorry.” Hyunjin shook his head.

“No don’t dismiss your feelings like that. If it was enough to upset you then it wasn’t nothing and you’re hurt. So no you are not being ridiculous. Please, tell me.” You grabbed your water and took another big drink as Hyunjin started to clean up your scrape.

“It was just… my date tonight.” You paused setting your drink down again, hoping Hyunjin would be able to look into your eyes and read your mind. Figure out the rest without any other context whatsoever. Of course, as well as he knows you, he cannot in fact read your mind so he sat there silently waiting for you to continue as he ripped open an alcohol swab.

“He…grabbed me… uh… inappropriately…” You winced when he dabbed the alcohol on your skinned knee. His hand rested on your thigh just above your knee as he blew on it to lessen the sting. The warm contact of his hand on your skin gave you goosebumps that you tried to ignore. The soft expression that had been on Hyunjin’s face as he comforted you before had stiffened at your words. His jaw was set tense but he just continued to clean and bandage your knee, not interrupting.

“I was so shocked I threw my drink in his face and left as quickly as possible!” The corner of Hyunjin’s mouth turned up a little as he now dabbed Neosporin on your knee. ‘Good’ he thought ‘serves that asshole right’. He was proud you stood up for yourself knowing how passive you were typically. You must have been really startled in the moment for you to react so out of character like that. No wonder you were upset.

“Then I knew you were close and I needed a friend and I just wanted to get here so that I wasn’t alone and my phone died and it started raining and I broke my shoe and I fell and and…” You took a shaky breath as you tried to not get upset again. Hyunjin put a band aide on the scrape and set aside the trash before scooting a little closer to you. He put his arm around your shoulder and ran his hand up and down the blanket covering your arm trying to warm you up more and comfort you.

“I’m sorry he behaved in such a way with you. No one deserves to be treated like that, least of all you.” You smiled and Hyunjin couldn’t help but think how endearing it was to him. He needed to snap out of it though, he needed to stay on task. Helping you. That was what he was doing.

“It’s late. How about I get you something to wear? I’ll make up the couch and you can take my bed for tonight.” You started to protest you didn’t want to put him out.

“I can sleep on the couch Hyunjin it’s fine.” He shook his head and insisted otherwise.

“Come on now, you’re freezing. Follow me I’ll give you some dry clothes.” Hyunjin got up and walked towards his room. You stood leaving the blanket on the couch and followed him. The warm glow his living room had transitioned into his room, perhaps a bit dimmer. Hyunjin walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of his sweats, a t shirt, and hoodie and set them down on his bed for you. He was about to go to make up the couch and give you privacy to get changed when he noticed you had caught sight of his painting area. Despite the rain trying to dampen your spirits as well as your hair and clothes, you looked so beautiful. You stood in his favorite corner and ran a hand along his desk inspecting the little details of everything. It was covered in tattered pages of rough sketches, small discarded paint tubes, and crumpled paper towels that were covered in various colors from wiping his brushes in between the strokes of his canvas. You admired the beauty in the chaos that was Hyunjin’s art area unaware he was walking up behind you. Seeing you there like that in his room his brain officially stopped working. He had always cared for you but was afraid to ruin the friendship he valued so much but now he moved across the room without a thought in his head other than you. He came up behind you and brushed your damp hair off your shoulder, toying with the strap of your dress as his lips hovered close to your now exposed skin.

“We should get you out of these wet clothes.” His voice was low and his lips were so close to kissing your shoulder. You could feel his breath on your neck and it made you shiver. Hyunjin felt your slight tremble and it was like a switch flipped in him, like at that moment he realized what he was doing, who he was doing it to. He removed his hands from you quickly and started backing away.

“Oh my god Y/N I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. You came here because some jerk was… ugh and then I… I just…” Hyunjin had been so lost in the moment before and was so flustered and embarrassed now that he’d failed to notice that you had been tilting your head to give him better access to your neck and shoulder. He hadn’t noticed that you had leaned back into him when his fingers slipped between your shoulder and the strap of your dress. You turned and faced Hyunjin.

“Jinnie…” He failed to hear you as he continued to babble apologies. Finally you grabbed his hands and gently squeezed as you called to him again.

“Hyunjinnie…” This time he heard you. He stopped and looked at you.

“Hyunjin…” Your voice was soft and you placed his hands on your hips before putting your own arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Your wet dress soaking the front of his shirt as you pressed your bodies flush with one another.

“…kiss me.” You said it so quietly but Hyunjin heard it and with the word he didn’t hesitate. Hyunjin hastily pressed his lips to yours. As your fingers carded through the hair at his nape his grip on your hips tightened. You deepened the kiss and slid your tongue in his mouth allowing his tongue to dance along with yours. You bit and sucked at his bottom lip as you started to lead him back towards his bed. When you reached the bedside you broke the kiss only for air. Hyunjin pressed his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath.

“Hyunjin, please, take this off of me.” Your voice was breathy, you were almost panting, still speaking just above a whisper. His fingers toyed with the straps of your dress again for a moment before he slid them down your shoulders leaving a trail of kisses from your shoulder, across you collar bone, and down the valley of your breasts. He slid your dress down your body, further and further until it pooled on the floor below you and Hyunjin was on his knees in front of you. You stood there in your bra and panties trying to resist the urge to cover yourself as Hyunjin looked up at you, his eyes raking over you with a new hunger. You shivered and you weren’t sure if it was because of the cool air hitting your wet skin or if was from Hyunjin’s gaze fixed on you. His hands came up and rested on your hips again as he guided you to sit on his bed which you did. One of his big hands slid up your torso resting between your breasts as he urged you to lay back and again, you did. His hand gently caressed back down your abdomen leaving your skin on fire in it’s wake. Hyunjin placed a kiss on the soft skin just above the little bow on your underwear before he hooked his fingers in the sides of your panties. He looked up at you again and hesitated. When you realized he’d stopped you looked down at him. The sight of him kneeling in front of you, his face inches away from where you wanted him most was almost more than you could bare.

“Are you sure this is okay? We don’t have…” You propped yourself up on one of your elbows and ran your other hand through Hyunjin’s hair pushing it away from his beautiful face.

“I want this Hyunjin. I want you.” He smiled up at you before placing sweet kisses on the insides of your thighs, he was still a bit hesitant.

“Just don’t want you to think… I’m just using you for sex… This is… so much more than that for me baby… I care about you Y/N… and I’m going to make you feel so good gorgeous.” His words were punctuated with tender kisses to your thighs in between, placing the last over your clothed core. You bit your lip and shook your head in understanding, your eyes telling Hyunjin you felt the same. You laid back again and lifted your hips off the bed hinting for Hyunjin to slide your panties down your legs and off. When he did and he saw you laid out on his bed, legs spread, waiting for him it made Hyunjin almost dizzy. His hands ran back up your legs and thighs spreading you a bit more for him. As he did he left a kiss on this calf a gentle bite on that thigh. When his lips finally made contact with your exposed, wet, cunt you hissed and grabbed a handful of Hyunjin’s hair.

“OH! Oh my god, Hyun-“ The words couldn’t escape your mouth as Hyunjin started to softly lick and suck at your clit. His mouth moving, working you over, practically making out with your sex. It was overwhelming how good it immediately felt. Your fingers gently raked over his scalp and softly tugged at his hair as he continued devouring you as if you were his last meal. You could feel your high approaching faster with every nip and lick. When he pushed two of his long slender fingers inside of you you almost fell apart on the spot. He continued to kiss and lick and pump his fingers gently inside you until your legs started shaking uncontrollably and your orgasm washed over your whole body. You laid there on Hyunjin’s bed trembling, coming down from the high of your climax as he pressed soft kisses back up your body finally capturing your lips again. When he climbed off you and your hot skin was exposed to the cold air of the room again you whined. You opened your eyes and saw he was taking his clothes off and your protesting stopped as your mouth almost watered at the sight. First he pulled his shirt off over his head and then dropped his pants and boxers in one motion and stood before you completely naked. His body was lean but sculpted and he looked absolutely breath taking. You sat up and then slid off the bed, settling on your knees in front of him. You bit your lips and looked up at Hyunjin waiting for permission to touch him like you wanted to. His hand cupped your face and he ran his thumb down your cheek before gently grabbing the back of your head and easing you towards his throbbing cock. You braced yourself on his thighs and opened your mouth allowing Hyunjin to slowly start fucking into your mouth. First the tip, and then a little more, and then more until your nose was buried in the soft skin above his cock. Once he bottomed out in your throat he started guiding you to bob your head up and down his length, hollowing your cheeks as you took him in sucking harder as he pulled out.

“Ugh god, yes, suck me beautiful. Just like that.” He removed his hands from your head giving you control over the speed and depth you took him. You loved Hyunin’s praise and continued to eagerly blow him, tongue out, taking him as deeply as you could, tears pricking your eyes as the head of his dick abused your throat. When he finally threaded his fingers through your hair again and pulled you off you looked up at him with such innocent eyes. It was in complete contrast to the tears and mascara smeared down your cheeks and the abundance of saliva coating your swollen lips and chin from you sucking him off.

“FUCK! That is too good! If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum and I need to feel you baby.” He helped you off your knees and kissed you as he laid you back against the bed again. He knelt on the bed in front of you, his hands on your knees, being mindful of the scrape and spread your legs for him again. Between Hyunjin going down on you and blowing him you were absolutely drenched. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it through your slit wetting the head with your essence before slowly sliding inside you. To say it felt good would be a massive understatement. Once Hyunjin bottomed out into you you felt…complete? Is how you would describe it you guessed. Like a piece you hadn’t known was missing was finally in place. Hyunjin must have felt it too because he stopped and looked at you pushing your hair away from your face to see you better. His eyes said exactly what he was thinking before the words even came out of his mouth.

“I love you Y/N.” He leaned down and kissed you again his lips lingering over yours as he drug his dick out and pushed back into you slow and deep. Your head flew back into the pillows feeling so full of him, exposing your neck to Hyunjin who took advantage latching onto a sensitive spot and gently sinking his teeth in before sucking a mark onto you. Claiming you. Letting everyone know you were his and he was the one fucking you senseless. The pace of Hyunjin’s hips meeting yours increased as he started driving into you faster, harder. He sat back on his knees and gripped your hips pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust he made. You gripped his hands as he held onto you and just did your best to hold on as he fucked you harder and harder. When he hit the spot inside you that made you see stars you started moaning the only word you could think of, his name.

“Hyun… Hyun…jin… Jinnie… baby yes Yes YES! PLEASE don’t stop!” Hyunjin’s loved hearing how good he was making you feel. His fingers dug into your hips further surly leaving bruises the size and shape of his finger tips as he doubled his efforts hitting that same spot over and over pushing you into your second and most mind blowing orgasm of the night, maybe your life. Your pussy clenched and throbbed around him as he fucked you through your climax chasing his own high now.

“B-baby I’m close, I’m so close… where…” You pulled him down on top of you and kissed his plump lips while he rutted into you hard and fast, cutting off the question you knew he was asking. Your lips parting from his just enough to answer.

“Inside me Hyunjinnie. PLEASE cum inside me baby.” You whispered against his mouth and he gasped.

“Fuck… yes… what ever... my baby wants.” He grunted out between thrusts and as if the command alone was enough Hyunjin buried himself deeply inside you and came painting your walls with thick ropes of his cum. You both moaned at the intensity of your orgasms Hyunjin pushing into you a few more times, emptying completely inside of you before pulling out and rolling next to you on the bed. You laid there completely fucked out and chuckled a little to yourself in disbelief. Hyunjin pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you.

“What’s so funny?” He pressed tender kisses against your cheek and temple as he smiled and asked.

“Nothing. It’s just… that’s probably the best end to the worst date in my life.” You laughed at yourself again and nuzzled into Hyunjin’s hold placing your own kisses against his chest that you rested against. He laughed, shaking his head and pulled the covers over the both of you. Just as you both were about to drift off to sleep you remembered Hyunjin’s words from before. You squeezed him tightly.

“Hyunjin?” He hummed softly so close to being asleep.

“Yea baby?” His voice was groggy. You turned your head and glanced up at his beautiful face. He looked so peaceful.

"I love you too.” His eyes cracked open and he smiled looking down at you. He pressed a kiss against your hair and you both fell asleep like that in each other’s arms and you couldn’t ask for a more perfect end to your no good, terrible, very bad date.

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Nothing Left | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Wife!Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: Everything crashes within seconds and Sirius doesn’t know where to go. 

Everything went downhill so fucking fast. How was that even possible? Everything was perfectly fine a year ago, but it seems that within that year, everything had collapsed onto the helpless boy. It was like being beneath a crumbling concrete tower that fell with no warning. Like being slapped in the face unexpectedly. Like getting doused in freezing water on a Sunday morning. 

In retrospect, it sucked. 

Sirius Black would know first hand. His entire life had been a screw-up from the beginning. It started with his parents, who - at the start - loved him. But when he turned out to be the child they never wanted all that love had vanished. They tortured him, broke him piece by piece, they built up trauma that took years for him to express to his friends. It wasn’t until third year when they heard him crying alone in his four-poster bed and asked what was wrong. He could remember the comforting embrace James Potter had given him. 

Nevertheless, it never ended there. The summer going into his sixth year, Sirius decided it was enough after too many Cruciatus Curses and body binding curses; enough was enough. His hands were trembling after enduring just ten minutes of the torture curse, and it was a struggle, but he packed everything he could. His heart broke at inevitably leaving his little brother behind. He could only hope that Regulus would understand. 

It took a Knight Bus trip to the Potter residence in Godric’s Hollow. The sky could’ve resembled how Sirius felt. Back at Grimmauld Place Twelve, the sky was always cloudy and rainy. Godric’s Hollow allowed the sun to shine past the fluffy clouds, but tonight was different. The sky was dark and thick, black clouds covered the stars. Rain poured from them, and it pittered on the stone roads. Sirius was instantly drenched when he stepped off the Knight Bus. 

Hesitantly he made his way to the door, where he knocked softly. The house was two stories and was a relatively big family home - not bigger than Grimmauld Place - but an average family home. The house was a mixture of grey, dark purples, and brown. It reminded Sirius of Remus’ patched jumpers. Sirius could hear movement from behind the plum door, and it opened to reveal a familiar face. James Potter with his messy hair, hazel eyes, and long limbs. James was muscular, but he was also tall, not Remus tall but taller than Sirius. 

James didn’t speak and ushered him inside. The following morning at breakfast, Euphemia - Mrs. Potter - had given Sirius the excellent news of his new forever home. The Potters would never forget the way Sirius lit up and how a smile had taken over his face. Sirius didn’t remember being this happy except for when Regulus was born. 

But his forever home was not forever. 

In seventh year, James’ parents had died, and nobody had comforted Sirius except one person who attempted. James had Lily, and that was enough for him. Perhaps it was selfish to think that James should be comforting him. It was definitely selfish. Sirius was doing really good at hiding how he felt until he crumbled behind a tapestry near the dungeons. 

Sirius didn’t know if it was good or bad luck that Regulus - his prefect Slytherin brother - had found him behind that tapestry. Regulus had pulled back the fabric slowly with his wand lit. His face had softened at his older brother sobbing with his knees to his chest. Regulus allowed his wand light to extinguish before sitting in front of him in the same position, allowing their socks to touch at the tips. 

They sat there for a couple of minutes before Regulus moved closer, albeit hesitantly to sit beside Sirius. Regulus had his back against the concrete, and Sirius curled up onto him while the younger Black brother rubbed his older brother's back. Sirius cried harder and harder. It took an hour before he subdued to sniffles and whimpers, but Regulus took it as his time to speak. 

“I know they meant a lot to you,” Regulus stated, still rubbing his older brothers back, “And I don’t blame you for grieving them.”

Sirius sniffled, “I ought to be grateful for them, really.” Regulus released a sound that sounded like a chuckle, but it was so foreign to Sirius he couldn’t tell, “They kept you safe. Kept you away from mother and father. They gave you a home where you could finally be you.”

“And no matter how mad I want to be at them for taking you away from me,” Regulus admitted, “I just can’t be because they gave you everything you wanted, and I’ve never seen you happier in my life.”

Regulus didn’t stop talking, “You know… I- I found my own James Potter.”

Sirius looked up at Regulus with flushed cheeks, but his facial expression was baffled, and Regulus presented him with a small smile, “Okay, maybe she isn’t my ‘James Potter’ per se because I don’t see her as a sister but rather she’s my girlfriend.”

“What’s- What’s her name?” Sirius croaked; his throat was so raw from crying. 

“Y/n L/n.”

“A- A Gryffindor?”

Regulus made that sound again, “Yeah. A stupidly brave one too. Even worse.”

Sirius smiled, “I know her.”

“Don’t tell me she was one of your conquests.” Regulus grimaced, and Sirius chuckled, snuggling back into Regulus’ chest, “No, she wasn’t. It turns out she has the hots for the other Black brother.”

Regulus smiled, and they allowed the silence of the castle to consume them. It was dark in the corridor on the other side of the tapestry, and Regulus could see the faint moonlight peaking out. He could also imagine the stars glittering beautifully in the midnight sky. He could see the star Sirius shining brighter than ever, and he just wanted his brother to feel the same. 

“I plan to marry her.” Regulus said before he could stop the words from falling from his mouth.

“What happens then?”

“What do you mean?”

“Mother and father will never approve.”

Regulus scoffed, “I’m done with their bullshit and have been for quite a while.”

Sirius met his brother's eyes again, “I left right after you. It turns out there is no more heir to the Black family name.”

The older Black brother smiled brightly and tightened his grip on his younger brother. Regulus couldn’t remember feeling this warm since they were little boys running around the backyard. Sirius was practically on top of him, and that was okay. For now, everything seemed okay again. Maybe Euphemia and Fleamont were gone, but even in their deaths, they managed to benefit Sirius’ life. 

Now it all seemed fruitless. 

Only a couple of months later, Sirius and Regulus had gotten into a huge kerfuffle. It ended with screaming, raw throats, tears, and flushed cheeks. Sirius could remember how Regulus playfully mocked his and Remus’ relationship. He didn’t know exactly what happened, just that he was pouncing for his little brother, and Remus was holding him back. Sirius had yelled some very awful things that he couldn’t take back. 

She hadn’t done anything. She didn’t even know that an argument had happened. Y/n had been reading in the common room when the book was flung out of her hand, and she was pushed against the stone wall of the Gryffindor Tower. Y/n met eyes with stormy grey ones, not unlike her lovers, but these weren’t her lovers. These were his elder brother's eyes, and he had lifted her off the floor against the wall until James had pulled Sirius off her. 

Y/n hit the floor with a thud and repeatedly coughed, hands on her throat. James had stormed into the boy's dormitory with Sirius with him. She didn’t even understand what was happening not until she met up with Regulus in the prefect dorm, and he saw the marks on her neck. Sirius had taken it too far, and Regulus was furious. They were no longer on speaking terms. 

Now Sirius had someone entirely different to grieve. 

Sirius had felt like his heart hit the floor when he was forced to move out of James’ house with Lily due to Harry being born. Remus had moved away to take care of his sick mother and asked for privacy. The funds that had previously been in Sirius’ account had been squandered, and now he was paying the price. 

He had absolutely nowhere to go. Truthfully, there was one place he could go, but he didn’t think he’d ever be accepted there. He had said unforgivable things, but James had given him enough confidence that it would be okay. Reluctantly, Sirius Black took the Knight Bus to the suburbs in London. The community felt so modern and new. It was different then Godric’s Hollow which had been around for so many years that it began to weather and erode. 

The deja vu was hitting him like a brick. Their house was a mixture of grey, black, white, and maybe blue - Sirius couldn’t tell in the darkness if it was white or pale blue. Perhaps he’d find out tomorrow if he was even welcomed inside. Sighing and shivering, Sirius knocked on the door. He could hear little squeals of delight that sounded much like a child. He also heard talking, but he froze when the door opened. 

Regulus Black, at the age of twenty-two, looked good. His hair was to his jaw, and it was wavy at the ends, whereas Sirius’ was much more straight. His eyes had turned silver over the years. His cheeks looked much fuller, and he looked a lot better. Regulus was no longer looked underweight, but he was still slim and skinny. Black family genes, Sirius supposed. Sirius couldn’t meet his brother's eyes. 

“What do you want, Sirius.” 

His name falling from Regulus’ mouth instead of a nickname hurt more than he expected, “I had nowhere else to go…”

Regulus scoffed, “James finally kick you out, eh?”

“Yeah, he did.” Sirius sounded so distant, “Perhaps it was about time, and here I am, at your doorstep.”

“Come on, Sirius.” Regulus motioned for him to come in, and Sirius did. 

The house was much cozier inside. The floors were dark wood, almost black. The living room - on Sirius’ left - was a darker turquoise color with grey furniture. The dining room - on Sirius’ right - was a light grey. The furniture was a marble table, white wood chairs with cushions, and a beautiful light fixture. Regulus led him to the kitchen, which was straight ahead in the hallway. 

It was a beautiful mint green color with black and white furniture. The appliances were primarily black and the furniture primarily white, but regardless, it was beautiful. They had another table in the kitchen that was a grey wood instead of the shiny marble in the dining room but nevertheless screamed elegance. Sirius sat at one of the barstools at the L of the counter. Regulus slid him a cup of tea. 

“Your house is beautiful.” Sirius complimented, and Regulus placed the cup back into the saucer, “Thank you. My wife picked everything out for the most part. I either built it or painted it.” Regulus smiled. 

“Your wife?”

Regulus hummed, “Y/n Black. Ring any bells?”

Sirius swallowed, “Yeah.”

They both took a sip of tea, “I have two kids too. Both boys.”

“Two?!“ Sirius nearly spat out the liquid he had just taken a sip of. 

“Twins. Fraternal, thankfully.”

He placed the cup down, “What’re their names?“

“Perseus Regulus Black and Leo Alphard Black.”

“Perseus and Leo, huh?“

Regulus blushed, “It wasn’t my idea. It was Y/n’s.”

“I like them,” Regulus looked up at him, “The names. I’m sure they fit them too.”

“Thanks.”

It wasn’t long until footsteps began to echo coming down the steps. Y/n had grown up too. Her face was sharper and her curves more defined. If Sirius was honest, she didn’t look like she had kids at all. To be fair, he wasn’t really staring at Y/n but more so his brother. Regulus had a starstruck expression as his wife walked towards him. He had a dopey smile on his face and stars in his eyes. Regulus really loved her, and Sirius could tell, hell, anyone could. 

Y/n stopped in her tracks at seeing Sirius, “What’s he doing here?” 

Regulus placed an arm around her waist, “He came looking for a place to stay. While I was waiting for you, I decided to catch up with him for a little.”

Sirius looked guilty, “Ultimately, I’m leaving this decision up to you.” 

Y/n sighed and looked at both brothers. She thought of what he did back at Hogwarts. She thought of how Regulus had cried and ached for his brother, wishing for their relationship to be back the way it was. She thought of her two children who always asked about their Uncle Sirius, who was never around. 

“Sirius,” Y/n began, and Sirius held his breath, “Where will you go if I were to say no?”

Sirius looked at his lap, “The streets.”

He couldn’t hear the footsteps that approached him until soft hands lifted his head where he met soft e/c eyes, “I’m willing to look past everything that happened at Hogwarts for the sake of my children. They deserve their uncle. But I need you to show me that I can trust you and that you won’t cause trouble.”

“I’ll do anything.” Sirius complied, and Regulus smirked, “Don’t say that. She’ll have you remodel something.”

“You’re an asshole.” Y/n whirled, and Regulus continued to smirk, “I told you to use magic, and you said we should do it the Muggle way.”

He shrugged, “We got good memories out of doing it the Muggle way.”

“If getting paint all over me counts as good memories, then sure.”

“It does.” Regulus smiled, “Your face was priceless.”

“Dickhead.” She muttered. 

Sirius grinned, “Well, Sirius. If Y/n lets you stay, then you’re welcome here. What I did back at Hogwarts was uncalled for, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have mocked you and Remus.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is.” Regulus countered solemnly, “Had I not done that; then we could’ve had a better relationship. For that, I’m sorry.”

Sirius stood up and hugged Regulus tight, “New beginnings?”

“New beginnings.” Regulus smiled. 

Regulus led Sirius up the wooden stairs up to the second story. It seemed to have had four bedrooms and two bathrooms, one in the master bedroom, one in the hallway, not including the one downstairs. On the end of the left side was a door leading to the master bedroom. On the right end was a cabinet and two doors across from one another. Then in the middle of the back was a door leading to another bedroom which Regulus had opened. 

The bedroom was spotless and beautiful. It was painted a grey with purple undertone with a queen-sized bed. Most of the furniture was white, and the bedding was black. Sirius had brought his trunk to its normal size and placed it at the end of the bed. Regulus smiled as Sirius looked around. 

“This is yours for as long as you want it.” Regulus stated softly snd Sirius had tears in his eyes, “Thank you.”

Sirius hugged his brother again, “I really mean it, thank you.”

“I love you, Sirius.” Regulus confessed, “You’ll always be my brother. The one who held me during thunderstorms. The one who sewed up my teddy bear when it had gotten ripped. The one who took the blame so I wouldn’t get punished.”

Sirius was gripping the back of his shirt tightly, “That stuff doesn’t just go away.”

They parted, and Regulus smiled, “Get some sleep. I’m sure you’d like to see the boys tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’d like to meet my nephews.” Sirius admitted smiling brightly. 

“Get some sleep, Siri.” 

“You too, Reggie.”

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any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself. 

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship 

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here 

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no. 

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles. 

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying. 

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower. 

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times. 

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener. 

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync. 

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling. 

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure. 

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell. 

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates. 

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt. 

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night. 

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?” 

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.” 

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...” 

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked. 

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.” 

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated. 

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.” 

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.” 

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!” 

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said. 

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa. 

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense. 

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.” 

“How’s that possible?” he asked. 

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you. 

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.  

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.” 

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.” 

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years. 

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird. 

But you also kind of didn’t care. 

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?” 

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked. 

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down. 

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?” 

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in. 

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss. 

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him. 

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point. 

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”  

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him. 

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.” 

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach. 

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt. 

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind. 

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple. 

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.” 

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.” 

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations. 

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?” 

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on. 

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were. 

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?” 

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.” 

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth. 

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations. 

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.” 

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue. 

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…” 

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them. 

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him,  meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer. 

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry. 

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression. 

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.” 

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him. 

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.” 

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats. 

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?” 

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.” 

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked. 

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you. 

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips. 

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to. 

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?” 

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try. 

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you. 

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?” 

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.” 

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?” 

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.” 

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…” 

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear. 

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.” 

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you. 

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips. 

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.” 

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered. 

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.” 

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss. 

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch. 

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream.  “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?” 

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.” 

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.” 

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.” 

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name. 

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.” 

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…” 

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever. 

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.” 

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“ 

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours. 

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.” 

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.” 

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.” 

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.” 

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again. 

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you. 

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts.  “Hey, ___?” He called. 

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

[runwithwolvcs]

Right Where You Left Me

Part Four: Happiness

No Warnings

After the events of yesterday, I made the executive decision that I shouldn’t have to go to school today. I didn’t want to spend the entire day wondering if Paul had kept his promise and actually showed up to school. It’s not like anyone would argue with my decision to stay home, it's bad, but I would just play the dead mom card anyways.

I avoided the main floor for as long as I could before my stomach started growling. I had heard my sister leave for school, but my father had yet to leave for work. At least, I didn’t hear him leave.

I walked down to the kitchen, everything was as it normally was except for a hundred dollar bill and a note sitting on the dining table.

 “Gone to Tacoma. Will be back Monday.” I read out loud in the empty house. It’s Tuesday.  A whole week of just Delta and I. I love my sister, I do. But I don’t want to be her fucking parent, not when I still need one myself. I don’t know what I’m doing and now my dad has just fucked off to Tacoma. As if his wife didn’t die four months ago. Back to his mistress, now that his roadblock was gone. What’s next? Is he going to forgo his parental responsibilities for this chick? 

My blood boils at the thought, not for me, but for Delta. She doesn’t deserve to lose two parents at the age of fourteen. 

My chest heaves in frustration, the emotions I’ve hid from everyone, the emotions grief counselling was supposed to get rid of, have come to a breaking point.

Grabbing the kitchen scissors out of the knife block, I ran to the main bathroom.

Taking the scissors to my collarbone length hair, I start cutting. I don’t stop until it's even all the way around, just below my ears. 

Just how my mom liked it. 

I used to have long, pin straight hair that nearly fell to my hips. I loved it. Being able to do intricate braids, and styles with it. Being able to match with my mom, who always kept her hair neat and tidy and a singular french braid. When she started chemo, she had to cut hers, and eventually, she lost all of it. I knew she didn’t feel like herself, so I cut mine. Just below the ears. A whopping 10 inches of hair, gone. I donated it, to put it to good use. My mom never wanted to wear wigs, but she told me someone would love the hair I donated, just as much as she did. 

I kept it short all the way to the very end, only letting it start to grow when she died.

My lip quivers at who I see in the mirror. The girl in the mirror has dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, her skin paler than normal. The glow she once had has vanished. She doesn’t look seventeen. She’s withered and worn.

I don’t think about it, I just leave out the back door. Leaving the mess of hair and scissors in the bathroom to deal with later. Out the back door, I entered  the woods that lined our yard. It looks just like my nightmare, but my mom is nowhere to be found. It’s a silly thought to think that nightmare meant anything, but it felt so real. The screaming, the panic, everything.

Letting out all the emotions I had bottled up, I scream at the top of my lungs until all the air has left my body and I’m on my knees, winded. I don’t even notice the tears streaking down my face. I don’t feel anything, except for a warm, comforting hand on my shoulder. 

Paul.

I look back, pushing him away from me, crying, “Don’t touch me!”

“Stop. Saskia, just let me..It will help” he argued, wrapping his warm arms around me securely. My head pressed to his chest and I could hear the sound of his heartbeat, beating loudly. It’s so comforting. 

I can’t stop the sob that leaves my mouth, and his hold tightens. He lets me cry on him, tears dampening the shirt he wears.

I don’t know how long he holds me. I barely even remember him moving us to the ground, pulling me into his lap as the rain started to fall.

Sitting in his lap on the wet grass, soaking in the pouring rain in silence. His arms still guard my small frame, protecting me from the elements as best he could.

“You should really stay out of the woods, Saskia.” he tells me softly, breaking the silence between my sniffles. I keep my head on his shoulder, taking in his warmth. How is he so warm?

“You don’t need to lecture me. You’re here too.” I counter. I want to ask why he's not at school or why he followed me, I’m grateful he did. I don’t want to be alone. I never did. 

“You cut your hair.” he mumbled quietly, pushing the short strands behind her ear. The sense of deja vu running through my mind from our first night together, ”I like it.”

“If this is part of that stupid process you have--” I start, not wanting this to turn into one of his conquests.

He cut me off, “It's not. I liked it long too, but this is more like you.”

I smile to myself, butterflies erupting in my belly. That’s what my mom would tell me whenever it got longer too.

“Why’d you cut your hair?”I ask, letting my fingers gently ghost over his hair on the side of his head, what used to be long waves, now shaven short. 

“It was..inconvenient.” he said, and I’m not sure what he means by it. 

“I liked it,” I frowned at him just to see him grimace, clearly I’ve struck a nerve. Standing up from his lap, he reluctantly let me go, “I should let you go back to whatever it is that you do nowadays.”

“Gang stuff,” Paul says sarcastically, looking up at me.

“Well then tell me, what do you do? ‘Cause you’re not at school half the time, you’re not at home and you got kicked off the soccer team.” I placed my hands on my hips, keeping my eyes on him as he stood up.

“You keepin’ tabs on me?” he asked smugly, “That’s cute.”

Shaking my head, I spit out, “Forget I asked.” and moved to head towards the treeline where our two houses sat next to each other, before stopping and asking Paul, “Would you even tell me if something was wrong?”

“No.” he stated simply.

“Do you get off on having me worry about you?” I ask, my lips forming a frown,“That’s sick, Lahote.” 

He takes a step towards me and I take one back, I don’t want him to touch me anymore. I want answers, he frowns and tells me, “I don’t want you to worry about me, Saskia, you don’t need to.”

“Sam’s got you brainwashed. So, I guess I’ll see you in another six months when you’ve got a break in your cult schedule.”

He laughed, a genuine laugh that made me want to smile at the sound, but my frown only deepened.

Paul's smile lingered on his face as he said, “Hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow, Sask. I don’t think Sam’s got me scheduled for any cult activities.”

I scoffed, turning on my heels and heading for the backdoor, muttering under my breath, “It’s not fucking funny.”

--

“Can you hand me the wrench?” Jacob asked, and  I looked through his box of tools searching for the wrench. I find two objects that look identical to each other, only one is larger. I had been helping Jacob and Bella with their bikes, more so just supervising and chatting with Bella than doing any actual work. Bella was running late today so Jacob and I started without her, me taking her place of handing him the tools he needed.

Holding up the larger one with a confused look on my face, I ask, “This?”

“The smaller one.” he chuckles as I hand it to him. It was crazy how much Jacob knew about bikes, considering he was only sixteen and didn’t even have a permit yet.

“You skipped school today.” he mentioned softly, as if he knew it was a touchy subject.

“I did.”

“I know you probably hate hearing this by now, but I’ve got to ask.” Pausing what he was doing and looking at me, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine.”I distract myself with the box of tools, avoiding Jacobs' gaze. “What time did Bella say she’s coming at again?”

He ignores what I ask and goes on to say, “I get it, you know. My mom died when I was a kid. As much as it sucks to hear, it does get better.”

I grimace, that does suck to hear. I know he has good intentions, and I know the grief will fade eventually, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’ve now adopted the maternal figure role in my sister's life and practically signed my life away for the next few years.

“You’re in Spanish 3, right?” I ask, changing the subject. 

Taking the hint, he nods, “Sì, mi amiga.”

“What does Loba mean?” Curiosity was my favourite form of education. Learning things that were interesting to me and not forced upon me by some education system was a lot more fun. The fact that Paul, the boy I used to tutor, knew something I didn’t made me curious as to what he had said.

“It means wolf. Specifically the feminine term for wolf.” Jacob tells me without a second thought, before turning his attention back to the bike in front of us.

Now I nod, why the hell did Paul call me wolf?  

I ended up leaving before Bella had arrived, citing that I needed to be home before my sister because of my dad being out of town. But really, I just didn’t feel like playing third wheel.

I arrive home to see Paul sitting on the steps of his house, his back resting against the railing. It almost looks like he's sleeping and I can’t help but think he’s been locked out again.

He perks up at the sound of my car rolling into my driving way and I inwardly groan, I don’t want to talk about this morning. 

Hopping out of my car, I pretend I don’t see him as I make my way to the front door. But he definitely sees me as he crosses the lawn, “Told you, you’d see me again soon.”

“Too soon I’d say.”

“Who were you with?” He asks, tone full of an emotion I can’t quite depict.

“Jacob, and his friend Bella.” I indulge in his curiosities, though I want to tell him it’s not any of his business. Again.

“Bella?”

“Yeah, Chief Swan's daughter.” I explained to him. Everyone knew Charlie.

“I don’t want you hanging out with her again, or Jacob for that matter.”

“You don’t want me to? What gives you the right to tell me who I can and can’t hangout with? Hm?” I ask, wishing Paul had just left me alone.

“I just, she,” he fumbles over his words and rubs his face in frustration, “He’s dangerous and so is she.”

I laugh, my first genuine laugh in what felt like years, “Right.. That’s funny.”

Bella Swan, dangerous? The poor girl looked like she was constantly looking over her shoulder in fear of ghosts coming to haunt her. She was awkward and clumsy, the only way she could be a danger to me is if she tripped over her own feet and knocked me down.

“Please, Saskia, I just need you to do this for me.” he begged, taking a step towards me.

“You don’t need anything from me, because if you did,” I poke his chest, “You wouldn’t have left me high and dry.   Especially not for Sam.”

“You don’t understand!” He is frustrated with me, I can practically feel it. But I’m not the one keeping secrets, I’ve shown him my deck of cards. He's refusing to do the same.

“I don’t, Paul, and frankly, I don’t care.”

“Tell me you wont hangout with her again and I’ll leave you alone.” he said through gritted teeth, I could see the desperation in his eyes. I think about what he’s saying and the underlying meaning of it all. Do I want him to leave me alone? What's stopping him from up and leaving me again even if I do as he asks? I don’t want to go through that again. I can’t go through that again. But as hard as I try, I can’t make myself stop caring about him by making him a villain.

I guess that's the price I paid for seven months of what felt like a haven in his bedroom as I pulled his body into mine every night.

I broke the deal.

“I won’t hang out with her again.” I want to take back the words as soon as they leave my lips, but it’s too late.

With that, he nods once and turns on his heel. He doesn’t head for his truck or his house, he stomps his feet all the way to the trees that line the perimeter of the forest, fists clenched at his side.

 So much for staying out of the forest. I stay put, I don’t call out for him. I don’t run in his direction, begging him to let me in, to let me help him. 

I stay right where he left me.