#we wanna have a cool trunk but what are some things we can do that are LOW EFFORT.

[misterradio]

dog and i are gonna do a trunk or treat at our church and my mom was like you can be a vampire but DONT have any blood or sharp teeth okay.... and i thouight of the scene at the end of le vourdalak with that guy half soaked in blood and now i want to specifically cosplay that guy covered in blood. but i wont.

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Compromised (3)

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Warning: Smut [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.]

Word Count: 1.8k

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ONE | TWO |

“Good morning, beautiful.” Chan smiles as you roll over, your eyes still closed.

“Mhmm…morning.” You groan, not ready to wake up.

“What do you wanna do today?” He asks. You gave him a half smile, you knew exactly what you wanted to do.

“Beach.” You whisper.

He laughs. “Beach it is then.” He says. “Get up and dressed and I'll drop you off at your place to get ready. I have an errand I need to run before we go.” He says, rolling out of bed.

“I'll be quick.” You smile, crawling out of his bed. “I'll come with you.”

“No, no.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. “That's okay, I uh, need to go alone. I have to just…um drop something off to my, uh, grandma.” He says.

“Oh.” You say, slipping your clothes on from the night before. “Sure, that's fine.” You finish, grabbing your bag. The two of you make your way out of the apartment and into the car. As Chan is driving, you're twiddling your fingers, wondering if you should bring up the phone call last night.

“Hey, Chan…” You begin.

“Yeah?” He asks.

“Who were you talking to last night?” You ask. You can see him instantly tense up, but in a way that was almost unnoticeable. “What are you talking about?” He asks. “I was sleeping.”

“I woke up and heard you on the phone.” You say. “Talking about how you knew you should tell me but you couldn't…asking the person to not call you again.” You say, trying to jog his memory.

“Babe.” He laughs. “I have no idea what you're talking about. You must have been dreaming.” He says, smiling at you.

Why was he lying to you? It wasn't that big of a deal, but now he was making it a big deal and you didn't like that.

“Oh.” You sigh, looking out the window. You didn't understand what was going on, but you were damn sure going to try and figure it out.

“Here we are.” He smiles, parking the car at the entrance of your apartment. “I'll be back in like 20 minutes.” He grins.

You give him a half smile back, getting out of the car and heading to your apartment. As you packed your bag and changed into your swimsuit and cover up, you started thinking about the things you heard last night, and as you thought about them more, you wondered if maybe you were dreaming. You were questioning your memory and you hated that. You felt like now you couldn't remember what was fully said.

A ding on your phone brings you out of your thoughts. You look down seeing a text from Chan telling you he was back, and he brought breakfast. You decided to push your concerns to the back of your head, not wanting to ruin a perfectly good day with your hot boyfriend.

“breakfast sandwich?” He asks, holding up your favorite one.

“Ah, thank you. I'm starving.” your smile. “Did you get what you needed done?” You ask.

“Oh yeah. Um, it was just dropping some stuff to my mom.” He smiles, taking a bite of his sandwich.

His mom? Didn't he say his grandma earlier? Or did he say his mom? You couldn't remember. You shook your head, wanting to think about something else - anything else.

A while later, Chan pulls into the parking lot of the beach, grabbing stuff from his trunk before the two of you walk down onto the sand to find a spot.

Once you did, you both set up your chairs, placing the basket that Chan had packed earlier on the sand. The two of you lounged on the beach for a while, until you both got way too hot and needed to cool off. You both ran to the ocean, laughing as you splash each other while going deeper into the water. You both dive under, Chan's fortunately the perfect height for where you were, he could still touch the bottom, where you were treading water. He comes over to you, holding onto you and pulling you into him. You wrap your legs around his waist holding yourself closer to him.

He smiles at you, leaning into you to press his lips onto yours. What was supposed to be a sweet and innocent kiss, quickly turned not so innocent. Chan deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You press up against him even harder, feeling his hard cock almost pulsating against your clothed pussy.

“Chan.” You pant, breaking the kiss.

“I need you.” He groans, kissing down your neck. He reaches down in the water, moving your bikini bottoms to the side, he drags his fingers between your lips, grazing your clit. You bury your head into his neck, muffling your moans as he does it again and again.

You can feel him moving his hands around, pulling his cock out before adjusting you on his body to where he could easily slide is cock into you.

“Fuck.” He groans, pushing himself deeper inside you. You hold onto him as he thrusts into you, while you bounce with the small waves, making it feel even fucking better. With every bounce and every thrust, your clit is rubbed in just the right way.

“Oh my god.” You whine, tightening your cunt around him. He begins thrusting a little harder making you bounce a little more on his cock, making you cum so fucking quick. There was something about fucking in public that made you cum so hard and so fast.

“Ah, good fucking girl.” Chan moans, cumming right after you, filling you up with his load.

“Oh my god.” You laugh, moving off of him to adjust your bottoms while he fixes his swim trunks. You look around at all the people that have now arrived at the beach, everyone blissfully unaware of what had just taken place in the ocean. You surely weren't the first and definitely wouldn't be the last ones to do that.

A few hours later, you and Chan had finished swimming, finished the snacks he had packed and were now thinking of going to dinner.

“There's an Italian restaurant I've been wanting to try for forever.” You smile, climbing into the car.

“We can go.” Chan says. “I'll drop you off at home and then go get ready and come back to pick you up.” He says.

“That's a lot of driving.” You laugh. “I can just meet you there.” You say. “No arguing.” You blurt out, seeing him just about to protest your suggestion. He pouts and protrudes his lips as he makes his way to your place, making you laugh.

You glance at the clock as he pulls up to your apartment. “Okay, so I'll meet you there in an hour or so?” You say, climbing out of the car. Chan nods his head, watching you walk to your door. He always had to make sure you made it into the building before he was able to leave. Your safety was his number one priority and he'd do anything to keep you safe.

Anything.

When you get into your apartment, you take a quick shower, washing out the sand and ocean water from your hair before quickly doing your makeup before finding an outfit. Once you're happy with your appearance, you make your way to the restaurant, deciding to walk. It was still light out, and you didn't live far so why not?

As you're walking towards the restaurant, you can't help but have a sinking feeling in your stomach. That sixth sense feeling of when something bad is going to happen flows through your body, no matter how much you try to shake it off.

Once you get to the restaurant, you see Chan already seated at a table, his back against the wall with a drink sitting on your side waiting for you. “Hi beautiful.” He smiles, getting up to pull your chair out.

“Hi handsome.” You giggle, sitting down, letting him push you into the table. You try to focus on the menu, but the feeling of being watched and or followed. You continuously are looking behind you, scanning the restaurant to ease your worries but it doesn't work.

“Hey.” Chan smiles. “What's going on?”

“I…” You pause and laugh. “It's stupid.”

“No, no. Tell me.” He says, now looking worried.

“I just.. when I got closer to the restaurant tonight I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched.” You say. “I know it's so dumb. Who in the world would ever want to watch me?” You laugh.

Chan's face looks even more concerned as he sets down the menu.

“I'll be right back.” He says, swiftly leaving the table, heading towards the door. You see him leave the restaurant, scanning the street before pulling out his phone. You watch as he dials a number, yelling at whoever was on the other side of the call. It doesn't take him long to say what he needs to say and he slides his phone back into his pocket, coming back into the restaurant smiling. “Sorry about that. Work call.” He says, picking his menu back up. Over the rest of the night, you start to feel at ease, especially with Chan by your side. When you're done with dinner, he offers to take you home, knowing sometimes you enjoy your alone time but tonight was not one of those nights.

“I'd feel better staying with you.” You tell him. He grins, placing his hand on your thigh as he drives towards his apartment.

Later that night, you're snuggled in bed with Chan when you're startled awake by the sound of class breaking in the living room. “Chan.” You whisper, shaking him. “Something broke in the living room.”

He doesn't stir. Seconds later you hear the light sound of footsteps squeaking on the floorboards. “Chan.” You say, more panicked. “There's people in the apartment.”

He bolts up in bed, swiftly reaching under his bed and pulling out a gun. He grabs his phone, pressing a number and putting it up to his ear.

“Intruders. We've been compromised.” He says, hanging up the phone.

“Stay here, baby. No matter what you hear, don't come out until I come get you, do you understand?” He asks. Tears roll down your cheeks as you nod your head, watching him creep towards the bedroom door. Your stomach was twisting and turning with anxiety as he left the room and down the hallway.

All you can hear are grunts, and the sounds of punches landing and bodies hitting the floor. The sound of gunshots ringing in the air. Suddenly the bedroom window is busted, a man wearing all black with a mask landing inside. He holds the gun towards you, pressing something on his ear. You can see the sinister smile through the mask. He comes closer to you, looking you directly in the eyes as he talks into his mic.

“Found her.”

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Your so pretty it hurts

Pairings - clarisse larue x Femme lesbian! Reader

Synopsis- clarisse doesn’t know what the hell to do- either she ruins her friendship or she has to live with the guilt

The camp bonfire was glowing brighter and bigger than normal as most campers were celebrating something that clarisse couldn’t care to remember.

All that she was focused on was you laughing with your friends. You wore a cute simple lace cherry tanktop with some sweatpants. Clarisse’s pupils dilated as she admired your look, she always loved that tanktop on you.

However her fixation was broken when you walked over. “Hey loser” you joked and sat beside her. You leaned onto clarisse and wrapped your arms around her shoulder.

Clarisse rolled her eyes in retaliation but softly wrapped her hand to your waist. “What do you want”

You frowned. “Nothing”

“Uh huh”

“I’m serious!”

You sat up and clarisse gave a sarcastic look, it was one of her favorite things to do was to make you mad. “So what, no ‘can I have your jacket’ or ‘can I have your s’mores’ “ she teased all while softly rubbing circles on your hips.

“Well since you want to be such a pain in the ass I’ll take the s’mores” you sarcastically spoke but smiled as she leaned over and grabbed the allium square.

“Everything’s in there” clarisse tilted her head and reluctantly let you go as you took the s’more set unwrapping it and starting to prepare it. Your back was facing her so you couldn’t see how softly clarisse was looking at.

The strong hard and intimidating daughter of ares was actually looking at you like she had been in love with you for years.. probably because she had been. Ever since you two met clarisse knew she liked you more than a friend, and Sure Ares Kids and (godly parent) kids didn’t hangout in the same crowd but that never stopped her.

All clarisse wanted was for you to look at her the same but she knew you had eyes for some other girl. “Y/n” she spoke, you turned around with some marshmallow around your mouth.

“Hm” you spoke trying to get the fluff off of your mouth but clarisse leaned forward wiping your mouth down for you. She held onto your face for a moment rubbing your cheek before getting up and leaving

Some days passed,

Clarisse had been sparring in the arena, at first when you arrived she tried to ignore you. However she immediately folded once you hugged her from behind and whispered your begs in her ear.

-

You two were walking around camp. Clarisse was trying to play cool as you grabbed her hand while walking.

“Right and then— your not listening” you stopped walking and sighed. Clarisse jerked slightly forward before looking back

She rolled her eyes unamused “I am your talking about some girl you made out with right”

“Yeah but-“

“So I was listening” You just rolled your eyes and continued to walk with clarisse.

It soon started to rain, annoyed you ran to the Ares cabin with clarisse that was oddly empty.

“Ughh” you complained and went to a mirror “my hair is fucked up” while trying to fix your hair clarisse just shook her head at your dramatic though she would be lying if she didn’t admit she loved how you got

Eventually you just caved and tried to pull your difficult hair back. Walking over to clarisse you opened the trunk that was by her bed and pulled out a camp shirt. “What are You doing”

“Grabbing a shirt since mines soaked” you slid your shirt off and clarisses eyes widened at You white and blue floral bra. Embarrassed she looked away but you laughed. “Common lise i don’t care if you look we’re both girls it’s nothing you haven’t seen before”

She just silently grumbled and waited for you to change. Soon you found yourself laying on the small bed, “so where’s your siblings” you look over but clarisse just shrugged.

“Don’t know or care, we were having a training day but you showed up and interrupted that” she looked back and gave you an intimidating look that most tried to avoid but you just found cute. “Aww it’s ok to say you just enjoy hanging out with me more than training”

Clarisse Just pushed you back down on the mattress as you sat up. “Fine” you scoffed. “Enough about me there any girls you’ve been fooling around with? Someone i gotta be jealous of”

Clarisse found your comment stupid but responded “no actually I’ve got more important things to do than smash faces with someone”

“It’s ok to say you don’t get bitches”

“Ever heard of shut up” she looked back at you but blushed as you raised an eyebrow giving her a teasing look. “Why don’t you fall asleep or something”

“Trying to get me in bed already? How risqué clarisse” you laughed but had your head pushed into the pillow.

Some grumbling and retaliation later you fell asleep with clarisses comforter engulfing your frame. Clarisse who was still sitting on the bed looked back and sighed, she moved a stray piece of hair out of your face and just closed her eyes in defeat.

You two were friends.. you had made that clear early on that you didn’t date friends so any chance she had with you was gone.. it took everything in clarisse to just not confess right there with the off chance you could hear her but she just shook the thought away.

The bond Fire was a bright pinkish red with large flames. You of course were laughing with your friends and bothering clarisse though she wouldn’t admit it that she actually liked you being around.

“Fuck it’s cold” you complained and hugged your arms. Clarisse leaned back and raised an eyebrow. “This is where you offer me your jacket” you jokingly chastised her.

“Hell no I’m not freezing my ass off because you forgot your jacket” she laughed sarcastically while you hit her shoulder.

“Whatever happened to being a gentleman huh”

“You want a gentleman go talk to Chris I’m sure he’d be more then happy to have you asking for his jacket”

“Ew no, no offense to chris but he’s not exactly my type- he’s missing the extra X chromosome” You winked playfully, both of you continued to go back and forth enjoying the playful banter.

You felt a weight on your shoulders and looked up. “Your cold right” Jane a daughter of Demeter smiled. You awkwardly looked around while clarisse gave a harsh glare to the girl behind you.

“Uh.. yeah thanks“

“She didn’t need your jacket” clarisse intervened. Jane shrugged her shoulders and gave an awkward face.

“Yeah Well i don’t recall asking you” - clarisse stood up and pushed jane back slightly getting into her face. You quickly joined her and tried to stop her.

“Hey! Hey” You yelled. “Dude what is wrong with you” shifting your weight and trying to calm clarisse down. “Her- she’s the problem”

“She’s not intrested jackass” clarisse pushed against you with a miss leading smile. Jane just rolled her eyes while getting more defensive.

She pushed clarisses Hand Away. “Yeah and Why’s That”

“Clarisse!” You yelled at her finally getting her attention. “Sorry Jane” You signed and dragged the fuming daughter of ares away.

-

Now standing inside the Ares cabin you continued to argue with the girl before you finally had enough.

“Clarisse!” You complained and hit your hands to your side. “What is your problem” it wasn’t just fustration about the What had just happened, you had realize clarisse had been acting different around you. “For weeks now you’ve been acting weird it’s like I don’t even know you! Lise your my best friend just talk to me”

She just stood there irritated and rubbed her eyes. After debating it for a moment clarisse moved closer to you and tucked some hair behind your ear. She brought your faces close and sighed.

“Fuck y/n” she closed her eyes for a moment. “Are You really that dense”

“Wh-“ in that moment clarisse just gave in and pulled You into a kiss.

Shocked at first but slowly you leaned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around the girl. The kiss was short lived however when clarisse pulled away and pushed you off.

“Sorry.. I shouldn’t of done that”

“Shut up”

You grabbed her again and kissed her getting the angry girl to find finally stop and listen. The kiss felt immature with the stark contrast of your soft lips to clarisses chapped ones. You pulled away while keeping your hands around her neck and shoulders. “You ready to talk..” your voice hoarse while you played with one of clarisses curls.

Clarisse looked down and nodded. “I… I really really don’t want to be just friends with you” she practically begged. “It’s stupid i know but I love you”

“Really? Three seconds into asking me out you say I love you, damn clarisse you really aren’t beating the lesbian stereotypes”

“Shut up” clarisse lightly hit you. You just laughed and kissed her softly.

“Mm’s ok I love you to”

Y’all I actually fucking hate this it sucks so much ass 😭😭

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3am

[REQUEST] could you maybe do something like Spencer x famous!reader (I would say maybe actress) where just as Spencer was getting off of work she was away shooting and comes home at like 3 in the morning all stressed and things and spencer calms her down and it's just really cute and fluffy. @thenerdthatwrites

A/N: i added some fluffy smut cause why not?

warnings: they're madly in love and very handsy, needy smut, no condoms (creampies) lots of fluff

word count: 1970

When Spencer finally rounds the corner to his street, he can see someone parked out front of his apartment. When he gets a little closer, he sees his girlfriend unloading a few bags from the trunk and he sprints. He drops his own bag once he’s near her and calls out her name, “What are you doing home?” 

“Spence,” she rushes to embrace him. She wraps her arms around him and buries her face in his neck, breathing in his familiar scent that she’s missed so much these last few weeks. “They sent me home, the writer's strike is still going strong and we don’t have anything to film without new pages.” 

He was so happy to get to hold her again, it's been a few months since he last saw her in person and his heart ached for her. This was the best surprise after a hard case, “I missed you.” 

“I missed you,” she coos. “Why are you only getting home now? It’s like 3 in the morning?” 

“Our case finished and we don’t really have a good budget this year so if we don’t need to stay in hotels we won’t,” he explains as he pulls back, but his hands stay on her hips, he has to touch her to make up for all the time they spent apart. He’s such a lover of physical touch, he won’t let her go for the rest of the night if he doesn’t have to. 

“Ma’am,” the drive cuts into their reunion. “Everything is unpacked, are you okay if I leave?” 

“Oh, yeah, thank you so much again for the ride home,” she says while digging into her pocket for a tip. She hands the man twenty dollars and he takes it with a smile. 

“Have a good night,” he offers. 

“You too!” 

And then it’s just them, all their bags and the cool night breeze to keep them company. “Do you want help bringing this all up?” 

She nods, “Please, I thought I was going to have to do it alone.” 

The two of them carry all her bags up 2 flights of stairs to their second-floor apartment, they place them by the door before they lock it right back up. Spencer reaches for her hand and she takes it gladly, he leads her down the hall to their bedroom that’s felt way too much like just his these last few months. They keep the lights off, she pushes his suit jacket off his shoulders and he lets it drop to the floor. She unbuttons each and every button of his dress shirt and frees his chest so she can run her fingers over his warm skin and then he takes her hands in his again. He twirls her around and presses a kiss to her shoulder as he unzips her dress. 

His kisses moved along her shoulder and up to her neck, and then right under her ear, “Why’d you fly back looking so pretty?”

“The paparazzi knew I was coming back,” she can’t help but laugh. She turns around in his grip to look at him again, “Come on pretty boy, get out of your clothes, I wanna cuddle until the sun comes up.” 

“Just cuddle?” He teases, pushing her dress straps off her shoulders and watching it drop to her hips. 

She smirks, “Maybe more…” 

“Okay,” he doesn’t mind either way. Just getting to hold her is going to be everything to him after 3 months of being away from each other. 

Once all their clothes are gone, she searches his drawer for a big t-shirt and slips it on and the two of them crash into their big bed together. He just holds her, she snuggles into his chest and lets out the deepest sigh in the world. She’s missed this so much. Being close to him, knowing he’s safe, the way he rubs her skin and kisses her head… but she also misses the sound of his voice in person. 

“What was the case about?” 

“Another freak with mommy issues killing women who look like her,” he says as if it’s nothing new. He’s so over it. “I don’t really want to talk about it… what episode did you get to before they sent you home?” 

“Episode 9,” she doesn’t sound happy about it. “They have to find a way to add a time jump now because Sandy’s pregnant and whenever we come back she’s going to be either heavily pregnant or away with the baby so they’ll have to write that in or write her out. And like, I love the writers, I really support them with all this, I just don’t know if the show will survive it after this season.” 

“That’s okay, you can audition for more stuff, you’re amazing, someone will hire you,” Spencer encourages, his hand gently caressing her arm in a soothing motion. He kisses the top of her head, “I know it’ll all work out.” 

“I love you, you know that?” 

He nods, “I love you, too.” He cups her face gently and draws his fingers down her cheek so he can take her chin in his hands and redirect her to look at him. 

She takes it one step further and sits in his lap, she holds his face right back. The streetlights shining through the window are enough to ignite the room in a soft amber glow, he looks so pretty like this. And he’s thinking the same about her. He brushes his thumb over her bottom lip, adoring that pout that made her famous in the first place, “you’ve been home how long and you still haven’t kissed me yet?” 

She giggles again, “you wanna kiss me until the sun comes up?” 

He nods while leaning in, and their lips collide, finally. He’s really home now. He’s so tender and soft with her, she runs her fingers through his hair and heats up the kiss with the tug of his luscious locks. His free hand wraps around her waist and slips under her t-shirt so he can feel even more of her. 

She pulls back just enough to break the kiss and reach for the hem of said shirt, she tosses it back off, “I don’t know why I even put this on,” she admits with a smile. “You still up for more?” 

He nods, “Always.” 

He carefully rolls them over so she’s laying against the pillows, her legs part so he has a place to rest between them and she cups his face once again, “god, I missed you…” 

“Maybe I’ll come out to California with you next time?” He offers, lightly tracing his finger down her arm, he stares at her like she’s the only woman in the whole world. “I hate being away from you that long.” 

He finally leans in again, kissing her cheek and down her neck, he presses himself against her, and their hot skin finally meets. 

“My apartment isn’t big enough for your book-buying habit,” she teases him, arching her neck so he has more space to kiss. She closes her eyes because it feels so good, her hands travel over his shoulders and to his back, her legs wrap around his hips, trapping him there. 

He laughs against her skin, “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll have much time to read if we’re together all the time again.” 

“Maybe I can convince them to hire you as my love interest, then we can do this literally all the time,” she can’t stop making little jokes when in reality, she’s not kidding. She wants to do this all the time. 

Truth be told, he wouldn’t mind that either, “too bad I can’t act…” his kisses go even further south and a hand comes up to palm her breast, “plus,” he looks up at her through his lashes, “I rather not show the world how much I love you, that’s just for you.” 

“Show me,” she whispers, enticing him to stop teasing and take this all the way. 

He sits up, kneeling between her legs which she now has bent, feet firmly planted on the mattress. She lifts her hips so he can peel her out of her underwear, he gets them off and tosses them to the floor quickly. His hand cups right under her left knee, he rubs his cheek against her thigh and then replaces the friction with kisses that lead all the way down to where her underwear once lay. She reaches out for his hair again, she pulls him forward and away from what he really wants to do, “We have all day tomorrow to fool around, I need you inside me like yesterday, babe.” 

“Okay,” he laughs, making sure to kiss her lower belly just once before he gets back onto his knees and pushes his boxers down.

He’s quick to hover over her again, she reaches down between them and helps him angle himself at her entrance. Their lips collide again as he starts to slip inside, whatever he thought about really being home when they first kissed is a lie. This is home. This is where he should always be. And she’d have to agree. She holds him close, gripping his back as the kiss deepens and his hips start to thrust. 

It's exhilarating to be back in his arms, to have him inside of her, for the pleasure she’s feeling in the middle of the night to come from him and not something she plugs into the wall… she savours every kiss, every time their skin touches, each thrust and pulse and moan and feeling she feels when they’re together. She loves him more than anything on this earth and he loves her just the same, if not more. She’s his everything. 

When things start to get more intense, the kiss breaks so he can rest his forehead against hers and reach between them to thumb at her clit, bringing her just as close as he is. “This what you wanted?” He teases, seeing just how flustered she is with each heavy breath. 

“Yeah,” is all she can muster. “Missed this.” 

“Mmm, me too,” he mumbles, he kisses her cheek over to her ear and then buries his face in her neck so he can fuck her harder. His free hand slips underneath her, gripping the small of her back, making her arch just a bit so he can hit that wonderful spot that makes her scream. 

“Spence, Spence, please, oh my god, Spence,” she whines, right there on the edge, just waiting for him to fill her up. 

“Cum with me, sweetheart,” he gives in to her please and with that permission, she lets go.

He physically feels her body tense and then release, her cunt flutters around him, sucking him in deeper as her body falls deeper into the mattress. With just a few more thrusts, Spencer is rutting into her with his face buried into her neck. He finishes with a whine, breathing heavily he pumps her full of cum and stills, dropping his whole body weight onto her. 

She wraps herself around him again, running her fingers through his hair and down his back in a soothing, calming motion. “My god, I love you.” 

He just laughs, fucked out and feeling high on her. “I love you more.” 

“Mmm, nope, I love you most,” she teases, kissing his temple she hugs him tighter as if they could possibly get any closer. 

“Okay,” he lets her win. 

He’s tired now, his eyes are heavy and she’s so comfortable like this. He just snuggles in and she lets him, they can deal with everything later. For now, they’re content like this. Happily together again, madly in love, with all the time in the world to just be. 

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The Epilogue

It starts off on a simple hot sunny day at the lake.

The kids are giggling and splashing water in each other's faces.

Dustin and Steve are off to the side getting the sandwiches ready. Steve is watching Eddie flip the boys into the water.

"I'm so glad we're all like this together. I never thought I'd even get you an Eddie into the same room."

"Well he's really changed a lot. Definitely since we were kids. I like being his friend, I think we're better for it." He finishes wrapping up the sandwich he's working on and ignores Dustin's eyes piercing into his skull. Behind him he hears another splash and some screaming.

"What."

"I didn't know you used to be friends."

"Friends? It's been a long time since I've been regarded as one of those."

"Be for real I didn't know you and Eddie used to hang out."

"Yeah we used to hang out all the time." Steve looks off into the distance wistfully.

"So what happened?"

"Well, we grew up. I grew up and Eddie grew up and we both grew into different people and Eddie didn't like how different we ended up being. It happens all the time. We didn't have monsters to bond us like you guys."

"Well that sucks, maybe you guys will reconnect as strong as you used to be."

Steve rustles Dustin's hair much to his complaint.

"We'll be fine champ, we're doing well now aren't we?"

"Yeah Stevie we are." They both spin around at the sound of Eddie's voice. He's giving them a confused look. Squinting his eyes at Steve like he doesn't know how to feel.

---

A long time ago

"Do you want to be friends?"

"Why?"

"I think you're cool."

"No you don't you just think I'm cool cause I'm in 4th grade and you're only in the baby 3rd grade class."

"Am not!"

"You are!"

"UGH...I'm Steve by the way."

"Eddie."

Middle school

"Steve there's something wrong with me."

"Don't be ridiculous Eddie, whatever it is we'll fix it."

"This can't be fixed."

"Dude just spit it out I won't get mad!"

"Ok...I have a crush...on a boy."

Eddie's eyes are welling up with tears.

"Hey it's ok Eds." Steve walks closer to him, slowly, like approaching a wounded animal.

"I won't judge you."

"Really?"

"Yeah! So what if you like boys I'll kick anyone's ass who says anything bad. You're still my best friend that's never going to change." He wraps Eddie up in the tightest hug he can muster.

"I love you Steve."

"I love you too Eds."

Before high school

"I just don't know why you're being like this!"

"What Steve? You can't believe I'm mad at you for blowing me off for your other friends?!"

"I wasn't blowing you off! I had basketball practice! Tommy's mom just drove me home dude it's not as crazy as you think it is."

"Oh really?!"

"Yeah! If anything you're being crazy!"

"Oh! If that's how it's gonna be then we don't need to be friends anymore."

Eddie's stomps off. So angry he doesn't hear Steve calling back out to him. The next time they interact, Tommy is pushing Eddie into a locker.

When Steve called Jonathan Byers a queer he remembers the promise he made to Eddie and promptly throws up afterwards.

When Robin comes out to Steve on the bathroom floor he thinks he has a second chance to prove himself. When she ends up being better than he imagines he is so thankful.

God he misses Eddie.

---

"Me and Stevie boy can pack up the car don't worry munchkins."

The two try to pick everything up but Eddie gets progressively angrier by the second. Steve is trying to figure out why he has personal beef with a cooler.

When they reach the car Eddie tries to shove everything in the trunk but it all falls apart.

"What's wrong."

"Me? Nothing, why?" he hastily folds the towels again, shoving them back in.

"Well...you're all huffy."

He spins around, his face getting closer, red with anger.

"You wanna know what my problem is?! I can't believe you told him that like I was the one to break things off, like you ever missed me, like you never hated me!"

"That's ridiculous! I've never hated you! You hated me!"

"No! You're the one who changed. You made the final decision!"

"Yeah because you pushed me away."

"You didn't fight me on it."

"I fought you everyday. Everyday I thought of you. Everyday with the name calling and the lockers, I was trying to get your attention."

"You think I wasn't? You think I stand on tables for fun?!"

"...it's all been a misunderstanding?"

The two stare at each other not even daring to blink.

"We wasted so much time, we could fix that, that is if you still want me"

"I never went a day without thinking of you."

he gets shy, his face darker than his sunburn.

"I know you've changed, I've dealt with that but a part of me still thinks you hate me. For what I am. What you'll hold against me. I don't know if I can handle being friends with you with that fear in my heart."

"I'd never. Ever. Do anything. Besides," Steve flicks his hair back. "Birds of a feather and all that." The blush on his cheeks is high and getting darker by the second.

"The what?"

"I'm uh kind of bisexual."

"Kind of?"

"Definitely. Definitely bisexual."

"Oh."

"Right um...so you won't have any problems from me. I hope that won't be a problem for you."

"No! Never! I'm just...surprised."

"Yeah you would be," Steve grumbles.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

----

Steve is sleeping in his bed when he feels something wrong. His eyes shoot open and he spots a figure standing over his body.

"Jesus Christ!" He shoots out of bed and is ready to grab his weapon when he registers who's in front of him.

"Eddie?" He says softly. "What're you doing here? You had a gig tonight, how did you get in my house? Why are you in my room-"

"Steve." Eddie's face is golden. The moon is reflecting into his eyes, shining so bright. He looks so happy, like he's going to cry. His smile is so bright.

"Steve. I got it."

"You go it?"

"The record deal. I got it."

Steve runs at him and Eddie catches him. Of course he did. He always will.

"Oh my god oh my god," he mutters into his shoulder. Eddie's arms are squeezing his waist tighter. "I'm so proud of you oh my god."

"Steve. I have to tell you something, that's what I came here to say."

"What's going on Eds? You never sound this serious." Eddie lets go of him and sits him down on the edge of the bed. Eddie lingers closer to the door like he's ready to make an exit.

"The recording studio is in Chicago."

"Oh."

"I leave in a week."

"Oh."

"I want you to go with me."

"What?"

Steve feels confusion run through him but he's not complaining. He'd follow Eddie anywhere.

"Yes! Ok! Let's go!"

Eddie smiles but it looks like it's causing him pain.

"There's a condition to you coming with me." He comes closer to Steve but still keeps his distance. "You need to know the truth before you agree to leave everything behind."

"What's going on Eds?"

"Ever since we were kids I've been in love with you. Big. Gay. Feelings. I want to hold you and kiss you and start a life with you. I know you're bi but that doesn't mean you'd be into me, especially considering our history. I was going to keep it a secret, never tell you, but it's not fair for you to be with me and not know my true intentions. I understand if you don't want to speak to me anymore but I'll do anything to keep our friendship. I've tried to forget you but have you met you? You're unforgettable. You're too damn loveable." He chuckles at that, eyes darting at every corner of the room.

"Eddie..."

"I understand-"

"Come here please."

"Um...no."

"Edddiiie," Steve whines. He stands and grabs Eddie's hands and drags him back to his bed laying him down. He crawls on top of him and tucks his head into Eddie's neck.

"I am very confused right now Steve."

"Thank you for telling me, I understand how scary that can be to share your feelings. The only thing is I can't believe you don't see how I feel!" He props his head up until their noses are touching. "I love you you idiot. I've been in love with you since forever. Of course I want to start a life with you and whatever else you wanted-"

"Kissing. I wanted kissing."

"And you'll get it."

Steve giggles into his mouth and the two kiss for what feels like forever. They finally break apart and keep their foreheads touching.

"So...Chicago?"

"Chicago."

-----

Eddie's suit jacket is grabbed and he's thrown into a bathroom stall.

"Oh my god I can't believe you did that."

"Steve how did you even get back here? Bribed a guard. He knew who I was anyway, congratulated me on having such a loving partner." He ends the sentence smashing their lips together shoving Eddie against the wall.

"Mmm well," Eddie pulls away. "I didn't know the next time I'd win a Grammy I wanted to make it count."

"Eddie you confessed your love for me and came out in your speech that was something...something so special. God all I wanted was to see you, be near you. I couldn't go another second not being by your side."

"A bathroom stall was the closest you could get huh?" He smirks.

Steve smirks, sinking to his knees. "What? It's not good enough for you?"

"Nope! It's perfect! Absolutely perfect sweetheart no complaints here.

----

"You want to marry...me?"

"Yeah baby why wouldn't I?"

"I- I...yes! Ok! Yes!"

----

It ends on a simple hot sunny day

seventy years later

"Hello everyone, my husband lived a long successful life. You may know him as the lead guitarist for the many bands he's been apart of during his long career. You knew him as Eddie Munson rockstar but I knew him as much more. I knew him as my love. My husband. An uncle to our little gremlins little gremlins. A friend to all. A supporter of all. He passed away yesterday from natural causes. I was asked by his Manger how I wanted to handle this and I knew I had to do it."

There are tears in his eyes as he stares down the camera but a small smile on his lips.

"He lives on through our friends and family. Through those who have watched him grow. Through his awards and his fans. Through his charity work. Most importantly he lives through his love. He loved so much. So hard. Everthing had meaning to him. Everything had purpose." He wipes a stray tear away.

"I'll see you soon my love."

The final epilougue is the next day, for the sweethearts could not live long without the other. They had already been making up for the time they did not know each other, for they time they spent ignoring each other. They couldn't spend another minute apart.

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Homecoming

One Shot

Carmelo Hayes x Black Female OC! (Kayla)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut

Summary: Carmelo is nervous about returning to his college alma mater FAMU for its homecoming. An alumni ball between his fellow brother Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity and sister sorority Alpha Kappa Alpha is taking place.

Why is he nervous, you ask? A special someone he took for granted is going and he has no idea how to make things right. Follow Carmelo down memory lane as he tries to figure out how to fix the mess he made. Will Kayla forgive him or will this end in disaster as Trick travels with Carmelo to be his wingman for homecoming weekend.

This was a story request from royalkay23 who gave me the music and ideas that we put together. I hope you enjoy it!

NXT Show

Carmelo POV

“Damn, another night, another show,” I sighed sitting down trying to unwind a bit before I showered and got on the road. Pulling out my phone I checked my messages.

“Damn, I already told Darnell, I was comin’ so what the hell he keep calling for?” I hissed putting in my code to listen to his voicemail.

“Man, I forgot you had a show, I talked to Angela, and she convinced Kayla to come this weekend. You better get ready to do some groveling to get yo’ woman man. I’ll see you down there, later bro,” his voice making my stress levels rise.

What does he mean she’s coming down? Fuck, should I even go? Will she even wanna talk to my ass?

“How did shit get so complicated,” I whispered pinched my nose truly frustrated.

Things used to be so easy; then we made it complicated by giving in to our desires. If only we never crossed that line, we would still be close.

I missed her, I knew the first day I met her that I wanted her to be apart of my life forever.

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FAMU Move in day 2019

“Remember we’re gentleman, carry their bags to their rooms. Be welcoming and act like ya’ll got some sense. Give them a couple weeks to get used to campus life before ya’ll start aggravating them,” our oldest fraternity brother Scott said as we all snickered.

“We got you, boss,” I said trying not to laugh as Darnell hit my shoulder trying to hold it together himself.

“No funny business Carmelo, this ain’t an opportunity for you to schedule your next hookup,” Greg hissed as I nodded scoping the parking lot not listening.

“Damn, I got her,” I said pointing to a beautiful young lady standing with her parents about to start pulling luggage outta their trunk. Oh, she bad….Legs and ass for days.

“You ain’t slick, you tryin' to holla at her,” Darnell whispered as I grinned. “I don’t know what you talkin’ about. If ya’ll will excuse me, I’m going to see if they need some help,” I said quickly making myself scarce before anybody could get a word in.

Making my way over to the family I couldn’t help but hear her mom fussing over leaving her daughter here. Smiling, I listened quietly trying to give them a minute before I interrupted.

“Mama, I will be fine,” she said reassuring her mother as they had her surrounded in a group hug.  “You go to your classes and back to your dorm, these folks are a little too wild,” her mom said looking at a couple making out not far from us as I snickered.

 Sorry mama, that’s something I wouldn’t mind doin’ to your daughter…Damn, Melo play it cool…

“Mama, I can handle it, I’m not going to be out here actin’ a fool but I will have fun sometime,” the Carmel beauty said being honest with her parents as her dad smiled.

“As you should, all work and no play sucks, babe give her a break. We raised her right,” her dad said as her mom took a deep breath.

“Yes, ya’ll did, now trust me,” she pleaded with a beautiful smile. Damn, a smile that could start a full-blown war….

 “I do trust you, baby, it’s just it’s your first time away from home, and I’m worried,” her mom said looking around at their surroundings.

“Have you talked to your little boyfriend who couldn’t bother to be here,” her dad said with disgust.

“Daddy, Justin is getting ready to go to college too. It’s ok, he’s going to come up soon,” she said her tone trying to keep the conversation light and positive.

Well, let me introduce myself, maybe that can change the subject, it seemed the mysterious beauty didn’t want to talk about it.

“Excuse me, do you guys need some help?” I asked said as she turned around and instantly blushed when we made eye contact.  

Damn she fine, fine, ok act like a gentleman and don’t embarrass yourself.

“Hi! Um, I guess we do,” she said looking around at all her things on the ground and in the trunk.

“What’s your name son?” her dad asked, as I grinned.

“I’m Carmelo, and I’m from the Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, sir. I’m apart of the fraternity welcoming committee. We help students move in on campus,” I said shaking her dad’s hand as he smiled at him.

“An Alpha man! I like that, I pledged to that fraternity when I was in college, my daughter here is a junior transfer and is pledging to your sister sorority Alpha Kappa Alpha,” he said proudly as my ears perked up at the new information.

“You don’t have to tell everybody, Daddy, I might not even make it. Hi, I’m Kayla,” she said shaking my hand as I felt myself falling into those beautiful brown eyes.

“It’s always nice to meet a fellow sister, welcome to the family,” I said gently kissing her hand. Her mother scoffed, clearing her throat and interrupting our moment as I reluctantly let go of her hand as her dad laughed.

 “It’s nice to meet you as well ma’am,” I said taking her mother's hand in mine, kissing it as her smirk grew by the second.

 “Oh, you charming, stay away from this one Kayla,” her mom said as I smiled nervously at her…Alright, don’t let her see you sweat.

“Uh, let’s get you moved in Kayla,” I said trying to change the subject, helping her dad pick up some of her bags. “I would love that,” she said smiling brightly at me.

 For the next hour, I tried to learn all I could about her as we moved her into her dorm.

Her phone also had been ringing nonstop, but she ignored it. “He knows I’m movin’ so why blow me up like this. I’ll call him back in a minute,” she said as we carried up the last of her things.

 “When you do….Tell him he should have brought his ass here to help us move you in if he wanted to know what you are doing every fuckin’ second of the day,” her mom said as Kayla rolled her eyes behind her back.

Poor thing was getting it from all ends, I could see she needed a break from her mother, and it seemed her boyfriend.

Her parents walking ahead of us into her dorm gave me a chance to be nosey.

“Is that you and your man?” I asked, pointing at the wallpaper on her phone. Looking at the photo seemed to have her conflicted, almost nervous.

“Uh, yeah he is, we’ve been together for two years,” Kayla said as I observed her uneasiness.

“Ok, well maybe when he comes to visit, ya’ll can come check out one of our parties. We throw the best ones on campus,” I said trying to make conversation not wanting it to end as I sat her bags down inside.

“That would be cool, thank you for helping us, maybe I’ll see you around,” Kayla said as I felt the excitement dancing in my chest.

“Yeah, you definitely will, might as well call me your new best friend,” I said turning on the charm as she laughed.

“Well, maybe I’ll see you around best friend,” Kayla joked as I walked out of her dorm with a pep definitely in my step.

Senior year was definitely shaping up.

------

“Aye, you planning to shower or what?” Trick asked bringing me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, I am, just was thinking about Kayla and if I want to go to the Alumni ball,” I said as Trick sat down in front of me and stared intently.

“Well, you deserve to have fun too, maybe ya’ll can talk and work this shit out. I mean it’s been four years, she can’t still be mad,” he said as I sighed.

“I said some fucked up shit that I can’t take back, I don’t even know how to approach her,” I said feeling helpless.

“You go up to her, apologize, and try to make it right. That’s all you can do,” Trick said as I stood up shuffling around the room gathering my things.

“Thanks, man maybe it’ll all work out and I’ll have fun this weekend,” I said as Trick smiled.

“Now that’s it, be positive and have fun this weekend. I’ll even go with you and be your wingman.  I can tell you when to talk and when to shut the hell up, 'cause you talk too much sometimes,” Trick said as I laughed truly thankful for him and our friendship.

“Well, I might take you up on that, let me shower so we can hit the road,” I said heading to the showers.

“Aye, you gon’ get her back, you just gotta shoot your shot!” I heard Trick yell as I started my shower.

I truly hoped so but for now, I had to be realistic, I had a lot of groveling to do, and I was prepared to do it if it meant Kayla could be in my life again.

---

Delata Flight 193

Kayla’s POV

“Angela, I’m going to have fun and stroll with my sorors. I’m not going to resurrect issues from four years ago,” I said as she rolled her eyes at me.

“Ya’ll two need to talk and squash this shit, you know he didn’t mean it. He was jealous because he was in love with you…Still in love with you might I add,” she said as I scoffed.

“In love…..Carmelo…… Girl bye!” I exclaimed rolling my eyes. “Even if he was in love with me, it don’t make it right what he did.  Have a conversation like an adult and not say spiteful shit. And can we just drop this conversation, you are ruining my buzz,” I said finishing my glass of champagne as Angela sighed grabbing her phone.

Damn, I guess she was going to be team Carmelo all weekend. Love my ass.

“So, he wrestles, that’s cool,” Angela said as I looked over and saw her scrolling through Carmelo’s Instagram as I smiled.

Many of our late-night talks about our dreams began to invade my mind. He was always passionate about wrestling so it didn’t shock me that he made it to the WWE.

Leaning back in my seat I sighed trying to get in the right head space for this weekend. I wanted to have a good time, it would even be better if I could avoid him.

“Girl, he got to work with the undertaker, look!” Angela exclaimed as I leaned back over and looked at his latest Instagram post on her phone.

“That’s awesome,” I whispered happy him. He looked so happy. As she scrolled to the next picture My focus went to the tattoo of an eye on his upper arm, it seemed to stir something in me, but I didn’t know what.  

I felt like I knew the meaning of it but I couldn’t piece it together as I looked at the beautiful tattoo of a woman’s eye with makeup smudged. Angela quickly swiped to the next post before I could truly process it.

“So, are you going to talk to him this weekend? Angela asked as I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes trying to tune her out.

“No, I have no desire to talk to him, I’m over it,” I said as she laughed. 

“Bullshit, you were in love with Carmelo, and you still are,” she countered as I snapped my head back looking at her wearing a frown.

“Don’t look at me like that, you gon’ put your big girl panties on this weekend, and get yo' man back,” Angela said with determination as I shook my head.

“He was never my man Angela; we just were two friends who had sex one night and it ruined our friendship. Worse mistake ever, I should have taken my ass home that night,” I said smartly as Angela sucked on her teeth.

“Nah, I don’t agree with that. Ya’ll were two friends who loved each other and were scared. He self-destructed jumping to conclusions and you were hurt by his assumptions,” Angela said as I got my air pods out of my purse.

“I’m done talkin’ about Carmelo, I’m takin’ a nap now,” I said putting my air pods in, turning my music on low.

“I know you can hear me so I’ma say this. I know he was wrong, but I think you are takin’ the one bad thing he did and erasing all the good. It wasn’t always bad Kayla and one mistake shouldn’t define him or his love for you, or your love for him,” Angela said as I continued to tune her out.

Yes, he did a lot of great things for me, I couldn’t deny it. Did the good truly outweigh the bad?

---

Crossing Day 2019

Kayla’s POV

This is supposed to be an amazing night for me, but I feel shitty. It’s nothing but chaos all around me as I see Carmelo and some of his fraternity brothers helping set up the stage for our ceremony that starts in an hour. I hate we got a late start.

My phone ringing for damn near the tenth time within the last thirty minutes is pissing me off as I see Justin’s number.

“What do you want Justin?” I asked, truly fed up, especially after the bomb he dropped this morning.

“I just wanted to make sure you were good,” he said as I pulled the phone away from my ear in disbelief.

“Justin, how am I good? You called me this morning to tell me you’re not coming. You knew how important this was to me,” I said trying to keep my emotions in check not wanting to mess up my makeup.

“It’s not that big a deal, it’s just a sorority thing,” he said as I felt the tears coming. “Really, so something I want to do isn’t important to you. Even though everything you do, I come and support you,” I said raising my voice as Carmelo made his way towards me.

“You ok Kayla?” he asked as shook my head, sighing as he put a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Who is that? Is that your so-called homeboy, I shoulda known his ass was there. I ain’t blind I know ya’ll like each other,” Justin hissed.  

“Look, I got to get ready, I need to get my mind together,” I said trying to end the call.

“Well, that’s cold, you don’t even wanna talk about it. You must be spreadin’ your legs for his ass. Maybe we just need to call this shit off,” he said as I scoffed knowing where this was going.

Gaslighting 101, chapter five, Hide Your Guilt and Accuse Her of What You Are Actually Doing.

This bastard was cheating, and I knew exactly who it was with.

“You know I’m not cheating on you. Just grow a set and tell me you want to break up instead of playing games Justin. I know you sleeping with Regina, the jig is up, ok,” I said as the line got quiet.  

“Look, it ain’t about her, I’m just sayin’ maybe we just need to end this. Experience new people and just have fun, I don’t want to be tied down right now Kayla,” he said as I took a deep breath and looked at Carmelo, who gave me a nod of encouragement.

"I'm here Kay," he whispered as I fought back tears. He was always there to pick up the pieces and wipe my tears.

“Justin, why did you have to do this today? It could have been any other day but today. Look, just lose my number because you’re officially blocked, it's over,” I said hanging up and blocking his number as Carmelo took me in his arms and I broke down.

 “Hey, I got you,” he whispered as I cried. “I don’t think I can do this today,” I cried as his strong arms pulled me closer.

“Oh, yes you can and will because you have worked hard for this. Today is your day, don’t let him take that away from you,” Carmelo said as I nodded slightly pulling away a sad smile adorning my face as he carefully wiped my tears.

“No more tears, go get ready. I’m excited to hear your Crossing Introduction tonight. I know it’s gon' be fire, just like you, and make sure to shake that beautiful hair for me,” he said gently playing with my freshly silked-out hair.

“Ok, I’ll make sure to remember that,” I said reluctantly stepping back as Angela came running up.

“Girl, ya’ll can flirt later, we need to finish getting ready. See you in a few Melo,” she said pulling me away as I laughed.

“Never change Angela, and congrats!” he yelled as she waved back at him.

These two are a mess but it was time. It was time to step into my sorority destiny.

Everything seemed like such a blur as we waited in line with our heads down. I was getting more nervous as each new soror went before the crowd introducing themselves.

Focus Kayla you did well on the march, now it’s time to let them know who you are.

“Alright Kayla let’em know,” my new fellow Soror whispered as I smiled, tossing my head back and whipping my hair back and forth as the crowd screamed. Here goes nothing…

Stepping out of line and going to the front of the stage I felt nervous till I looked out and saw Carmelo about three rows back smiling at me.

“My…… Name….. is!” I shouted, loud and clear pausing between each word.

“What’s your name?!” the crowd asked as I smiled and began moving my body and hands in sync with my words.

“Kayla!”

“Yea!” (crowd)

“Belle!”

“Yea!”

The crowd participating as I said my name had my heart racing. Pausing, taking in the moment, I saw Carmelo wink at me.

Giving him a sexy smirk, I tossed my head back and began shaking my hair again just for him.

“Peaches!”

“Yea!”

 Slowly lowering my head, I paused, building excitement as they waited to hear what my last name was.

“Taylor!”

“Yea!”

“And I am from the Peach State, the one and only Atlanta, GA! And this Georgia Peach has joined this great sorority and I’m this line’s number 17! I shouted with pride bending down into our stroll stance with a bright smile.

Finally releasing the breath I was holding, my eyes found Carmelo again as he licked his lips. His gaze grew more intense as Darnell whispered something to him.

Were they talking about me? I saw Carmelo dap him up sharing a mutual nod before he turned his attention back to me and winked.

"A'ight Peaches, I see you Ms. AKA!" he shouted as I smiled getting back in line.

Yes, it was over! I had done it!… I was an AKA….

----

Later that night

Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity House

Carmelo’s Room

“You sure you good?” Carmelo asked as I sat my drink down and curled up next to him on the couch. “I’m fine, thanks for being there tonight,” I said glancing up at him as he seemed to be in deep thought.

“It’s no problem, it was no other place I’d rather be,” he whispered caressing my face as I felt myself melting under his gaze.

“What are we doing?” I whispered as his lips slowly descended towards mine.  “What we've always wanted to do,” he whispered gently taking my lips in a kiss as I moaned in pleasure.

“We can’t, I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” I whimpered against his lips as his arms encircled my waist pulling me onto his lap.

Feeling his hardness underneath me had me shook. He was hard from just a simple kiss.

 “Mmhm, you feel that Kay? That's what you do to me," Carmelo whispered as I shivered. "Melo we can't," I pleaded as he silenced me with another kiss.

"We both want this, stop fighting it, baby. It won’t change anything, we'll still be us,” Carmelo whispered, his sexy voice casting a powerful spell over me.

 Looking into his beautiful brown eyes I saw nothing but the truth in his words. Kayla just let go and give in to what you want.

"Tonight...Just for tonight," I whispered as Carmelo's grip on me tightened. "I got you," he whispered slowly undressing me.

I felt shy, as he tossed my dress, anxiously over his shoulder before caressing my breasts. “You are so beautiful, just everything I imagined you’d be and more,” Carmelo whispered kissing my neck as I moaned in pleasure, his masterful hands making quick work of my bra.

 His words eased my nervousness and awakened the boldness in me.

Playing with the waistband of his sweats, Carmelo bit back a moan in anticipation. “Go ahead baby, you can touch it. I want you too,” Carmelo moaned as I purred at his words.

Nervously stroking him, his moans urged me on as his mouth feasted upon my neck. “Mmm, yes,” I moaned continuing to stoke him as he slid my thong to the side.

“You got a condom?” I whispered into the air as he nodded, reaching over, fiddling around in the drawer of the small lamp table beside us, as I claimed his lips in a powerful kiss.

His moan of triumph as he retrieved the condom and ripped it open made me tremble against him.

 “Let me,” I whispered against his lips, climbing off his lap, slowly sinking to my knees, holding his gaze I slowly placed the condom over the tip of his length.

Damn he was way bigger than Justin, it caused me to pause in my actions and stare.  

“Don't be scared, I'ma make you feel real good baby. I promise, now gon’ put it on and come take a ride,” Carmelo groaned, picking up on my nervousness as continued to stroke him.

My pussy quivered at his words; it excited me. Using my mouth, I slide the condom down over his hardened length as he bit back a growl, entangling his fingers in my hair.

“Shit! It’s like that baby?” Carmelo moaned, looking at me in amazement.  “Uh huh,” I moaned looking at him, while taking him deeper into my mouth

“Got dammmn Kay,” Carmelo hissed as his head fell back against the couch in pleasure. “You like that,” I whispered as he looked at me through hooded eyes. “Hell yea, I love it but if you don’t stop, this gon’ be over before it starts,” Carmelo panted as I smirked releasing him.

“Mmm, I wouldn't want that, ” I whispered climbing back on his lap nibbing on his neck as he growled grasping my hips, slowly inch by inch filling my wet center with his hardened length until he was to the hilt.  Our moans of satisfaction filled the tiny room.

“Fuck, you feel better than I ever dreamed,” Carmelo groaned against my neck as I began to ride him.  “Mm, you too,” I confessed wrapping my arms around his neck as he began meeting my thrusts in desperate need.

“Yea, ride… Mmhm ride dat shit……Just like that Kayla,” Carmelo moaned encouraging me as we chased our end. “Promise me nothing changes….Mmm,Melo!” I exclaimed as he began gently massaging my clit with his thumb as I used his shoulders to steady myself bouncing with a purpose.

 “Mmhm, nothin’ gon’ change, I promise Kay. Now let’s get this nut together baby,” he whispered as he took me higher and higher. “Yes! Melo, Mmhm I’m ready!” I cried as I rotated my hips against him hearing a low growl escape his lips that began to grow in volume as we shared each other’s love.

That’s what it was, love and it was scaring the hell outta me and by the look on Carmelo’s face I could tell it was scaring him too.

“Kay…Kay..Fuck!” Carmelo moaned, finally finding words as we were reaching our end.  “I know, God I know," I moaned shuttering against him as our lips met in desperation.

“I’m cummin!” I whined against his lips as he caressed his tongue with mine, deepening our kiss.

“I’m right there with you,” he moaned as we exploded together. Collapsing against his shoulder I struggled to catch my breath as he held me tight.

For awhile, nothing was said as I relaxed in Carmelo's arms. I felt overwhelmed, I knew I had messed up…I had fallen hard for him.  I felt my tears coming as Carmelo caressed my back.

“Don’t cry Kay, we good. See you doin' all this cryin' lately, I'ma have to get a tattoo of a tear on this shoulder. Better yet, ima put your whole eye up there with the makeup smudges and all," Carmelo said kissing my shoulder.

“See why you gotta tease me,” I said caressing his arms as he sighed.

“Look at me Kay,” Carmelo said lifting my head off his shoulder wiping my tears.

I would never tease you. I’m just glad you trusted me and allowed me to be there to catch your tears,” Carmelo whispered caressing my face, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

Yep….We fucked up….Big time.

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“We're about to land Kayla,” I heard Angela say as I opened my eyes taking in my surroundings.

“I’m sorry I just meant to catch a small nap, not sleep the whole flight,” I said taking my air pods out and putting my seatbelt back. on.

“You good girl, it ain’t nothing like listening to music and letting it take you away,” she said smiling at me.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said trying to shake the memories that were clouding my mind, and the other pieces of the puzzle coming together had me feeling overwhelmed.

Pulling my phone back out I went to WWE.com, turning slightly in my seat so Angela couldn't see. I would never hear the end of this if she knew I was looking at Carmelo's photos but I needed to see the picture again.

In my search, I found an article with the picture in question attached with several other backstage shots. I began skimming through the article and a question threw me for a loop.

WWE.com Exclusive

"So, what is the significance behind this tattoo of the eye with what seems to be makeup smudged?"

"I got it about three years ago, I got it to remind me of a special someone I knew in college. She was my best friend and my number one supporter. She encouraged me to chase my dreams, and I never forgot that."

"Well, are you two still in touch?"

"Uh, no we aren't, but who knows what the future holds."

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“I can't believe he really got that tattoo,” I muttered to myself in disbelief. “Who got what tattoo?” Angela asked leaning over, trying to look at my phone as I quickly opened another tab.

“Uh, nobody I know, I was just thinking about the dream I just had,” I said which technically I wasn't stretching the truth very much. My memories with Carmelo were creeping into my brain and it scared me.

“I hope it was a good dream to start your weekend because we gon’ have fun these next few days,” she said as I sighed.

Girl, if you only knew I would rather be anywhere than Florida this weekend. This was dangerous, I had to keep my guard up.

Maybe I should have just stayed home.

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The Next Day

PHIRSTPHAM Cookout

Carmelo’s POV

“Damn, it’s thick out here,” Trick said as I grabbed us a beer. “Yea, they partyin’ hard, half of them probably ain’t making it to the ball,” I laughed looking around trying to find Kayla. 

“Aye, didn’t her homegirl tell you they’d be here?  I’ma need you to chill man,” Trick said as I tried to shake my nerves still looking around.

“I know I’m jus…just,” I said stuttered as I spotted her. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Trick asked turning around to see what had me shook.

“Damn, is that her?” he asked smiling as I nodded still unable to speak.  “You stupid as fuck if I may say so myself,” Trick whispered shaking his head as I growled.

“Look you ain’t gotta rub it in, you supposed to be helping me, and stop looking at her like that,” I hissed as Trick shrugged his shoulders.

“I am here to help you but I ain’t dead. Is that her friend?” Trick asked pointing at Angela. “Yea, that’s her, a straight pain in the ass but I adore her,” I said as Darnell came running up.

“Ooou! I know you see yo’ girl, she out here serving body for days!” Darnell exclaimed as Trick smirked.

“Man shut the fuck up,” I said seething as he laughed. “Now is that how you talk to your frat brother who just talked to the DJ and he’s about to play our favorite stroll with the AKAs,” he said as my eyes widened in shock.

“I know you didn’t,” I whispered as he smiled. “Yep, so get ready,” he said taking off towards the crowd.

"This idiot here is just fuckin’ stupid,” I said as Trick seemed confused. “What’s the issue, I mean a dance can’t hurt nobody,” he said as I sighed.

“In the stroll, I lead the Alphas and Kayla leads the AKAs,” I said as Trick's eyes lit up. “Oh, shit that’s perfect, maybe it will break the ice with Kayla,” he said as I drank the rest of my beer.

“If anything it may entice her to choke my ass out for being so close to her, but I guess I ain’t gotta choice,” I said as I heard the opening cords of Knuck if you buck by Crime Mob

“Class of 2020 and 2021 I need you on the floor it’s your time to shine,” the MC said as I saw the girls already dancing falling in line behind Kayla as she smiled brightly swinging her hips and arms.

“Aye, you betta get yo’ ass over there,” Trick said as Darnell was waving me over as I went to join my frat brothers.

“Taking my place in line across from Kayla felt weird as she seemed to not pay me any attention as she strolled with her line sisters.

“Let’s get it fellas!” I shouted blowing my whistle as we began steppin’ in sync with the girls doing our own stroll.

I saw Kayla look over at me in shock for a second before she recovered and continued leading her line sisters.

“Knuck if you buck!” Angela screamed as the AKAs kneeled deeper in their stance, killin’ it.

“I see ya’ll!” I heard someone yell as I cracked a smile.  It felt good to stroll with my frat brothers and most of all Kay.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she danced, whipping her hair back and forth almost teasing me. She knows what that shit does to me.  Trying to refocus I cut my eyes towards Angela as she smirked at me.

“Yeah, act like you know! Stop playin’ wit her, take us on out Peaches!" she yelled, swinging her arms as Kayla smiled, walking as only she could pretending one of her hands was a mirror as she fluffed her beautiful hair with the other.

The crowd parted, cheering them on while allowing them to pass as we followed closely behind them.

Damn, Kayla still could command a room like no other. “Uh, you can thank me now,” Darnell said as I looked back at him and rolled my eyes getting out of the line, trying to find Kayla again.

Kayla’s POV “We still got it, that was fun,” Angela said as I laughed. “Girl, AKAs gon’ always bring that heat,” I said smiling at her. “I know you saw him, so when ya’ll gon’ talk,” Angela said as I sighed.  

Jeez can I have a moments piece without somebody telling me to talk to Carmelo.

“I didn’t see Carmelo, what are you talking about?” I said playing dumb.

“Oh, so you don’t know me now,” Carmelo said as I sighed looking at the amusement dancing in Angela’s eyes as I slowly turned to face him.

"I’ll let ya’ll two talk," Angela said practically running away as I scoffed. “I hate you!” I hissed as she laughed.

“Look can go talk, I think we both can agree it’s overdue and we don’t want to make a scene here,” Carmelo said as I looked around at everyone having a good time.

“Fine, but I’m not going far,” I said following him through the crowd as he led me to the side of the building.

The silence was defining as we both were trying to think of words to say to each other. It had been three years since we last saw each other after all.

I don’t know what came over me but I slapped him as hard as I could the sound echoing around us as Carmello stumbled rubbing the side of his face.

“A’ight I deserved that,” he said as I took a deep breath trying to not make a fool outta myself. I couldn’t let him know how he truly broke me.

“Yes, you did and more. You’re lucky that’s all you got from me,” I said as Carmelo raised his hands in surrender.  “Kay, I know I hurt you and I’m sorry,” he said as I looked at him my expression unreadable.

“It's Kayla to you, only my friends call me Kay. Look, can you make this quick, I got something to do,” I said folding my arms over my chest.

“So is this how it’s gon’ be the whole weekend, you just ignoring me. I’m trying to apologize, Kayla,” Carmelo said as I tried to wrangle in my feelings.

“Why are you apologizing to a whore. I mean that’s what you said I was right?” I said as a look of defeat and horror crossed his face.

“I didn’t mean it if you would just let me talk,” he started as I cut him off.

“I’m just a needy whore that will ride any dick right,” I said slightly raising my voice as he cringed at my words.

“Look, I was drunk, and I said some shit I didn’t mean alright. You know I lo—,” Carmelo's voice trailed off as he looked down unable to look at me. What was he going to say?

“Carmelo, being drunk ain’t no excuse, I thought you were my best friend!” I exclaimed frustrated that I was letting him get to me.

I am your best friend! Regardless of how you feel about me, you are my best friend Kayla and I miss you. Can you please just forgive me? he pleaded as I tried to walk away. "Carmelo, please stop," I begged trying to walk away as he blocked my path. "Say you can forgive me, please," Carmelo pleaded, his eyes drawing me in as they stared into my soul. I couldn't look away if I wanted.

“Kay, you know I didn’t mean it, can we just agree to talk sometime before we both leave Sunday,” he pleaded as I finally nodded, not trusting my words as I saw Angela walking over.

“Hey, ya’ll good, Kay?" she asked rubbing my shoulder as I held back tears.

“Uh, yeah we were just talking about not letting the drama of the past ruin the weekend," I said wiping a few stray tears that had fallen as Carmelo sighed in relief.

“Well thank God, we all deserve a good weekend of fun,” she said my eyes still focused on Carmelo as he glanced quickly at the tattoo on his shoulder before looking back at me.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, as I tried to shake it off.

“Well, uh, I’ll let ya’ll get back to the party and I will see ya’ll tonight hopefully,” he said giving me a hug, catching me off guard.

Carmelo’s POV

I knew I was pushing it but I couldn't help it. I had to hold her in my arms. Come on beautiful hug me back.

I couldn’t let her go until she hugged me back.

I felt her trembling hands touch my back as I sighed in relief pulling her closer. “I’ma make it right, just let me please. I’m sorry Kay,” I whispered in her ear as I felt her relax against me. Angela smiled at me before leaving us alone.

"You hurt me, Mel," Kayla whispered as I felt my heart sink. “I wish I could take it back, baby,” I whispered honestly.

I didn’t know what else to say, I had played the scenario over and over in my head a thousand times. How different everything could have been if I had just told her how I felt that night. If I did, we wouldn’t be in this shit now.

“I need to go," Kayla whispered pulling away as I felt empty again.

"Yeah, me too, I hope I see you tonight," I said as she flashed a half smile.

"Maybe, I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there," she said not looking me in the eye slowly walking back back to the party.

Don't give up on me yet beautiful I whispered watching her walk away from me and carrying my heart right along with her.

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Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity House

End-of-Year Party

Carmelo’s POV

It was the last party of the year, graduation was near but Kayla was occupying my mind.

We kept our word, after our night nothing changed. We woke up that next morning and went back into our regular routine. Two best friends who adored each other.

 I had gone out with a few girls since then and Kayla was into her sorority life and wasn’t dating.

She had told me how she wanted to heal from the breakup with Justin before she dated anybody. I can’t help but admit I wanted more, and no girl could compare to her but I didn’t even know how to tell her.

"Let me get this straight 'cause you are confusing the fuck outta me. You like Kayla, but instead of telling her you bring Robin to this party. The girl who has made her life hell since she joined the AKAs. You stupid as fuck,” Darnell scoffed hitting me on the back of the head.

"Shit, you didn’t have to hit me, I know I’m wrong,” I said rubbing my head as I saw Kayla on the dancing floor dancing with Angela as I saw Anthony approach them.

"What the fuck is he doin'?" I hissed seeing my frat brother whisper in Kayla’s ear as she blushed, nodding as he pulled her away from Angela and they began dancing.

“Looks like he knows a beautiful woman when he sees one and he asked her to dance,” Darnell said as I growled.

“Fuckin’ freshman thinking he can come in here and do what he wants. Let me set his ass straight,” I hissed finishing my beer.

“Um, why can’t he ask her to dance? She’s single and so is he," Darnell said as I stormed past him not wanting to talk to his ass anymore.

Soon as I got closer Robin slid in front of me catching me off guard. "Hey, I have been looking for you, let’s dance," she said throwing her arms around me as I reluctantly danced with her.

I didn't know how to feel as Kayla looked at me in shock and uncertainty as Robin and I danced. I knew by her eyes she was hurt by my dating choice of the night.

Sighing I tried to play it cool as our eyes seemed to fall deeper into each other before she laid her head on Anthony’s shoulder avoiding my gaze as he seemed to be enjoying it a little too much for my liking.

"Motherfucka," I whispered as Robin pulled back looking at me. "What’s wrong babe?" She asked as I played it off. " Uh, nothin’ let’s go upstairs after this song. I know better things we could be doin', " I said as her eyes lit up.

Yea, I was wrong but I didn’t care at the moment.

"Hands up here now," I heard Kayla say as she moved Anthony's hands back to her waist. He had been trying to caress her ass.

"I'm sorry beautiful," he said as I saw red, I don’t even know what came over me as I stepped away from Robin and went towards them.

"What are you doing!? I know you ain't going over there, she don't need you to save her!" Robin hissed following me. Hell I don’t even know what I’m doing, but I know he ain’t gon’ be touchin’ on her like that.

"Aye, you need to keep your hands to yourself," I said interrupting their dance gently grabbing her arm and moving her behind me as I stepped in Anthony’s face.

"What is your problem, Melo?! We were just dancing," Kayla said as Anthony smirked.

"Ain’t it obvious, he can’t take somebody else takin’ an interest in you Kay, he just wants you to be his little plaything," Anthony said as I grabbed him by the collar snatching his ass up.

"My problem is every time I turn around yo’ bitch ass tryin’ to take something that belongs to me,” I hissed dangerously low as he laughed. "Oh, so she's yours huh," Anthony taunted as the music stopped and people began to stare.

"Let me talk to you for a minute," Kayla whispered grabbing my hand, as I let go of Anthony. I was getting more pissed by the second looking at his cocky ass.

"I know you new freshman, so you don't know me. Keep smirking, I'll knock all your fuckin' teeth out," I hissed, his smirk dropping instantly.

"No your not, let's go," Kayla said steering me towards the stairs as the music started back up.

"Don’t you go up there with her Carmelo! If you do I’m going home!" Robin yelled following us upstairs as Kayla rolled her eyes.

"Just go home, I'll call you later Robin," I said trying to not cause a scene seeing a few people were still looking at us.

"I’m serious, you go in there don't ever call me again," she said as Kayla opened my door pushing me inside before turning to face her.

"Good! It'll save him a trip to the free clinic! Anybody fucking you ends up with something bleach can't wash off and a ten day perscription of penicillin, Bye, irrelevant!" Kayla yelled slamming the door in Robins's face as I heard her scream on the other side of the door before walking away.  

"Aye, you didn’t have to be so rude," I said as Kayla laughed sarcastically.

" Really, you wanna talk about rude. All I was doing was dancing with him and you come over acting like an asshole," she said as I invaded her space pushing her up against my door towering over her.

"I’m sorry ok, I just saw him touchin’ you and I wasn’t thinking," I said honestly caressing her face as she nervously bit her lip before my lips gently grazed hers.

"We need to talk Mel," she whispered as I groaned reluctantly stepping away from her. She was right we needed to talk badly but I didn't want to do it now.

"Ok, what are we talking about?" I asked frustrated the moment was ruined as she looked at me in disbelief.

"Are you serious?  Well, let’s talk about why all of a sudden you actin’ like you my man," Kaylas said as I sighed feeling the anger in me boiling. She couldn’t see that I liked her.

 "We’re friends Carmelo, remember that night wasn’t supposed to change us," she rambled running her hands through her hair, pacing.

"I know what we agreed on, I ain’t dumb!" I yelled as a knock on the door interrupted us.

"I heard yelling….Are you ok in there, Kayla?" Angela asked as she tried to calm her breathing before she responded.

The last thing I needed was Angela bustin’ up in here making matters worse.

"Yeah, I’m good I’ll be down in a minute so we can go," Kayla said as Angela tried to open the door.  

"She’s fine Angela, damn!" I hissed as Kayla sighed. "Don’t get no attitude with me 'cause you fucking stupid. Jealous ass, I’ll be downstairs Kayla,” Angela said as quietness filled the room.

"What are we doin'? This isn’t us, why are we arguing with each other Carmelo. What’s really wrong?” Kayla asked.

Ok, tell her how you feel…This may be your last chance.

" I’m cool, we’re cool. I’m just trying to say before you put yourself back out there, just know women can’t do what men do," I said as Kayla frowned at me.

"What are you tryin' to say?" she asked as I tried to choose my words wisely. "I don’t want a bad reputation following you, I mean all it takes is you opening your legs to one of these idiots and then you are labeled as a whore," I said as I saw the flash of anger cross her beautiful face.

Fuck, I opened the gates of hell.

"Are you saying I’m a whore!?" Kayla exclaimed as I growled. "No! I ain’t sayin’ you’re a whore! I’m sayin’ don’t be out here in these streets grinding up on these clowns like a needy whore that will ride anybody’s dick," I said as Kayla reached up and slapped the fuck outta me.

How dare you? I wasn't grinding on no motherfuckin' body, we were just dancing. Meanwhile, you fuck anything with a gash and me simply just dancing with someone leads to a conversation as to how you don’t want me to be a whore..You're unbelievable," Kayla said throwing her hands up in frustration as I rubbed my face.

"Look, I ain’t gon’ argue with you. I said what I said and if you don’t like it, you can leave. I’m sure Anthony is ready to make you his new little plaything anyway. I’m sure he’ll love that lil trick you do with your mouth,” I said not believing the words coming out of my mouth.

I was supposed to be telling her I loved her, but here I was spewing venom towards her because another man was interested in her.

"I tell you what, I’d rather be his plaything than your so-called best friend?  Hell, maybe he can actually satisfy me better than you did, so fuck you! she yelled storming out of my room, slamming the door behind her.

"DAMN ITTTT!!" I yelled sinking into the couch as I realized the finality of my words.

I had lost my best friend and the woman I loved.

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"Aye, earth to Melo! I heard Darnell yell as I cringed. "Stop yelling, I heard you," I said trying to get myself together. " I saw ya'll talking is everything good now? he asked as I smiled.

" We're gonna get together before the weekend is over," I said honestly feeling a little about the weekend. "That’s good to hear, hopefully, ya’ll move past this,” he said as we went back to join the party.

I hoped so, I knew one thing was for certain tonight was the time to shoot my shot and I planned on making my intentions loud and clear.

I wanted Kayla and nothing was going to stop me from telling her this time, not even myself.

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PHIRSTPHAM ALUMNI BALL

Kayla's POV

“Angela thank you so much for helping me find a dress,” I said looking myself over in the mirror as she touched up her makeup.

The Emerald gold hue colored dress looked good on me. The dress being off the shoulder with the built in bra enhanced the beauty of it. Also, who could go wrong with showin' a little leg. Yea, I’m wearing the hell outta this dress right now if I may say so.

“Yea, I was gonna comment on your Instagram post, but you disabled your comments bitch,” she said as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Yes, I did because when Carmelo liked it I kind of panicked. I knew he was going to comment next, then his fans would see it and I ain’t with all that attention,”  I said as Angela nodded in agreement.

“Ah, I get it, I actually don’t blame you on that one,” she said as we made our way back into the dining hall. The night had been going well but I was getting ready to soon leave.

Two hours was enough for me and I hadn’t seen Carmelo yet so my nerves were a little on edge. I can’t believe how just a hug from him was breaking down the walls I had built up. But for now, I’m going to enjoy the rest of my weekend.

“Heeeyyy, the party jumpin’ now,” I said looking at the crowded dance floor. “Gril, here come Anthony, don’t look,” Angela said as I sighed truly not in the mood.

“Damn,I was hoping he wouldn’t see me,” I whispered. I knew he was going to ask me to dance. Now don’t get me wrong, “I’ll give all my love to you” by Keith Sweat is one of my favorite songs but I ain’t dancing with his ass.

After the blow up with Carmelo I pretty much stayed away from his frat house all together. That didn’t stop Anthony from spreading rumors that he and I had slept together. So, yea I had to rock his shit one good time too.

“You ladies look amazing,” he said sizing us up as Angela cleared her throat. “Thanks, Anthony” I said as he smiled brightly at me.

“Kayla, may I have this dance?” he asked as I felt someone grab my hand gently bringing it to their lips. I actually sighed in relief seeing it was Carmelo as he smiled at me.

“She’s with me Anthony, ain't nothin' changed Bruh. Let's go Kay, I owe you a dance,” Carmelo said smoothly steering me away as Angela smiled.

“Well ok then Melo, come through boo,” Angela said as I blushed. She always hyping him up in his bullshit.

“Thank you, I was about to have a flashback and was probably gon’ rock his ass again like I did you earlier,” I said as he laughed pulling me close on the dance floor as we danced.

Carmelo’s POV

Step one complete I had her in my arms again our foreheads touching as I caressed her waist swaying to the music. She felt so good, this was a dream it had to be.

I love you in the night

I wanna take it real real slow, my baby

I understand what you told me

And if I, I didn't know

I always wanted someone just like you

“Thank you for dancing with me,” I whispered as she pulled back slightly, those beautiful eyes stirring something deep in my soul.

“Thanks for saving the day like you always use to do,” she smiled as I felt all my troubles melt away. She just didn’t know but I would always protect her.

I really need to hold on, hold you

I'd give the world to you, oh my darlin'

You know I will

Yeah yeah you know i will

I surely will

“You are so beautiful; you know that right?” I asked, caressing her face as she looked away.

“Carmelo,” she started as I cut her off gently grasping her face making her look at me. The more I stared into her beautiful eyes, it seemed the more I got lost.

 “Just be in the moment with me,” I pleaded, gently kissed her forehead, as she relaxed in my arms.

I will never do anything to hurt you

I'll give all my love to you

(I'm gonna give you every bit of my love, my love)

And if you need me, baby, I'll come runnin' (yes I will)

Only to you (yes my baby yes I will)

I looked over and saw Trick dancing with Angela as he smiled at me giving me a thumbs up. Smiling, I closed my eyes just enjoying Kayla being in my arms again as she laid her head on my chest.

One of her hands resting on my back as the other caressed my arm and not just any arm but the one that contained the tattoo I had joked about getting four years earlier.

“You remember, don’t you? You know it’s your tattoo,” I whispered in her ear,unafraid of the answer as she nodded against me.

I no longer had anything to hide from her.

Girl I've been longing for you baby for a long long time

Let's make love tonight

I can make me feel real good baby

I can make feel real good baby

Sometimes, sometimes I get a little lonely, baby (so lonely baby)

“Why,” she whispered as I leaned down and gently placed a kiss on her bare shoulder. “Why wouldn’t I? I wanted to carry you with me always, you’re my best friend and I love you,” I whispered as I felt her still in my arms.

And I need a little love that I can call all mine (I need some lovin')

Girl, you are the one for me, babe

I know that you are the world for me, babe

“I can’t do this, I’m sorry,” Kayla whispered pulling away, walking off the dance floor.

Defeated, my eyes met Trick’s who pointed, silently telling me to go after her.

He was right, I couldn’t let the chance pass me by again. I rushed off the dance floor determined to catch her before she left.

Kayla’s POV

“Don't fall for it... He didn’t mean it Kayla, stop being weak,” I muttered to myself pacing. I felt in flight or fight mode as I saw Carmelo rushing towards me. “Look, I forgave you ok, so you don’t have to do this,” I cried trying to put some space between us as I tried to leave again.

“Kayla we can’t keep running from this baby,” Carmelo said blocking my path as I felt my anxiety rising.

This couldn’t be happening right now, he didn’t love me, he couldn’t.

“Why are you doin’ this!?” I cried as he caressed my face. “I’m doin’ It because I should have told you that night. I should have told you that I loved you,” Carmelo confessed as I felt the room closing in.

“No, no, you couldn’t have,” I whispered as I felt the air rushing out of my lungs.

“I’m sorry to just spring all this on you but, I don’t wanna make the same mistake twice. I can’t let you walk away from me again without telling you. I still love you Kayla and I know you love me too,” Carmelo declared without fear, claiming my lips in an eager kiss.

I will never do anything to hurt you

(I would never, never do one little thing to hurt you)

I'll give all my love to you

My mind was fuzzy as our kisses became more passionate, was this really happening right now.

“I’ma leave, and give you some time,” Carmelo whispered against my lips as I whimpered at the loss.

“I want you to come to me when you’re ready to admit you love me just as much as I love you, he said gently brushing his lips against mine before rushing off towards the elevators.

And if you need me, baby, I'll come runnin'

Only to you

Running towards the bathroom I locked myself in a stall trying to process what had happened. All this time he loved me, all this time lost.

Did I love him? Who am I kidding, I’ve always loved him and I thought I was over it until I saw him today, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.

His words continuing to echo in my head as I got myself together.  Finally building up the courage to come out of the bathroom I ran into what felt like a brick wall as a strong set of arms steadied me.

"Hey, I'm Carmelo's friend Trick. I was looking for him, have you seen him,” the gentleman said as I looked at Angela,who stood behind him.

“He left and went upstairs,” I said as Trick frowned. “So did ya’ll talk?” Angela asked as I nodded.  

“Kayla, did he tell you how he felt?” Trick asked as I nodded again.

"Uh, can you give us an answers and stop all that damn nodding," Angela said I sighed.

“He told me he loved me and that he always had,” I said overwhelmed as Angela squealed in delight. “I knew it! My eyes don’t fool me," she said as I wiped my tears.

“How do you feel about what Melo said?” Trick asked as I contemplated his words.

“I love him too;” I said feeling relieved to say it out loud as Angela hugged me.

 “Then go to him,” she whispered as I nodded in understanding. I guess this is what she mean the other day about me putting my big girl panties on.

I had to tell him he wasn’t wrong, I did love him.

 “Trick, Do you know what room he’s in?' I asked as he smiled. “Room 984,” he said without hesitation as I gave him a hug.

 "Thank you and it was nice meeting you," I whispered as he laughed returning my embrace.

“Nice metting you too Kayla, and I’m sure we will be hanging out soon. Especially if your friend Angela here gives me her number,” he said as I smiled at him before I took off towards the elevator.

“Get ya’ man and have some mind-blowing sex you deserve it!” Angela yelled as Trick laughed. "Trick you better keep your eyes on that one," I said getting on the elevator anxiously waiting for the doors to close.

I felt nervous, the elevator seemed to be going so slow. I almost changed my mind, but the loud dinging noise let me knew I had reached my destination as I walked in a daze to room 984.

Taking a deep breath, I lightly knocked hoping he wouldn’t hear me, and I could leave.

“Damn no such luck,” I muttered as I heard him fumbling around the room. Just do what you feel Kayla, you already know he feels the same. Speak your peace and leave it at that.

Last night I thought to back to when we made good love

Listenin' to some Marvin Gaye all night long

Now I want that old thing back

 It was like time stood still as he opened the door clad in only a towel and a surprised look on his face. Wasting no time and closing the distance between us, I leaped into his arms, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

 It’s power startling us both as we moaned in pleasure as our ever-present need for each other continued to grow more intense by the second as we got lost in each other.

 Reluctantly parting to catch our breath, Carmelo looked at me in wonder, caressing my hips.

Make these moments once again a fact

So won't ya, won't ya, uhhh, do it for us, babe

“So, you do love me?” he whispered in disbelief as I caressed his face his piercing gaze had me under his spell.

“I love you, Carmelo,” I whispered against his lips as he groaned reclaiming my lips, pulling me against his bare chest and into his room, slamming the door.

“I love you too, baby,” he moaned as his hands masterfully unzipped my dress causing it to fall at my feet as I shivered feeling exposed under his intense gaze.

“Are we really doin’ this?” I panted as his eyes continued to roam my body. “Yes, and your even more beautiful than I remembered,” he moaned, his breath now hot on my neck as he slowly grazed his lips across my neck, helping me out of my underwear.  

I couldn’t contain my moans of pleasure as Carmelo entangled his fingers in my hair, kissing and nibbling on my neck.

 Purring against him I felt myself losing control as his towel fell, a barrier no longer between us.

Good lovin, body rockin' knockin' boots all night long yeah

Makin' love until we tire to the break of dawn

But oh, come on, a-come on

“Melo, baby,” I moaned as he growled, his hands caressing my breasts as he teasingly sucked and nipped at them as my grip on his head tightened.

“I need to taste you, Peaches, I bet you taste so sweet,” he groaned using his tongue, licking a path from my stomach to my pelvis as he kneeled before me.

And turn the lights down, and let me get on it, yeah

‘Cause when I do, just me and you, it'll be so right

“Can I taste you, Peaches?” he moaned caressing my thighs wrapping them around his shoulders as I trembled with anticipation as he kissed my inner thigh trailing his tongue over my wet center.

Carmelo’s POV

“Yes! Please baby,” Kayla gasped, arching her hips against my tongue as I tasted her. Her hands gripping my face as I licked and sucked on her clit. “Mmm, you taste so sweet peaches. I knew you would baby,” I praised, her eyes rolling back in her head as I pleased her. 

Her moans urging me on as I swirled my flattened tongue around her swollen sensitive clit over and over as she whimpered underneath me.

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots) Somebody rockin', baby, ooh

“Carmelo! Oh, fuck!” Kayla moaned as I groaned savoring her taste. Gripping her ass and standing up while still lapping up her juices, I lifted her higher into the air.

 “What are you doing!” she gasped in shock and pleasure as my hungry eyes met hers. Her back planted firmly against the wall as she shivered against my mouth.

“I'm eating my dessert baby,” I moaned devouring her sweet wet center as her legs trembled around my neck.

I feel so good when I'm near you

That's why I always wanna be close to you

“Give me what I want Peaches,” I moaned against her as her gasps were coming in short spurts, I knew she was close.

 “I want it now Kayla,” I moaned swirling my tongue one last time around her clit before taking it in my mouth sucking it gently as she rode my face, her head thrown back in pleasure.

"Oh God! Melo, I...." She trailed off as her whole body began to shake as her orgasm hit her strong as I slid my tongue inside her making her scream and writhe against my mouth as her orgasm continued to overtake her.

I moaned loudly as her essence drenched my mouth as I welcomed it.

Enjoying watching the pleasure on her face, I gently unwrapping her thighs from around my neck.  Maintaining my grip, I slowly slid her down my body as she leaned forward kissing me with urgency.

“I need you,” I panted against her lips as she arched her back against the wall as I entered her swiftly, as a strangled moan escaped her beautiful lips.

I'm so addicted, I'm so addicted

To makin' love to you, baby

All night long, baby, all night long, long, long, long

Her moans mixed with the feel of her pulsing around me had me reelin’. “Fuck! Shit, I missed this Kay,” I confessed reclaiming her as she clawed at my back.

“I missed you too Carmelo,” she moaned as I bounced her with ease on my dick. Her arms around my neck and her knees locked on top of my arms as we rocked against each other.

“Yea, bounce on this dick… Bounce on it like a good girl. You like how this dick feels in this pussy don’t you?” I moaned.

“Carmelo, yes! Fuck me! Umph,” She groaned sucking on my neck, her wetness soaking my dick as it got louder with each thrust.

Kayla’s POV

“Yea, this that grown man shit, you like it don’t you? That pussy so wet for me Peaches, you takin’ it so good baby,” Carmelo praised as I whimpered against him. “Yes! I love it!” I screamed holding on for dear life.

He was right, we weren’t shy college kids anymore.  This truly was real grown folks shit and I loved it.  Clawing at his shoulders in disbelief and pleasure, I felt that familiar tingling starting to surge downward. Good lovin', body rockin' all night long, oh, oh

Makin' love until we tire to the break of dawn

“I feel you baby, don’t fight that shit,” Carmelo panted as I whined not wanting to cum just yet. “I got you, I’ma make you cum,” he groaned as I gasped, his thrusts becoming more powerful as he revealed his plan for the night.

“Tonight, you gon’ cum again…and again…and again…and again,” he groaned as I fell apart in his arms, his mouth swallowing my cries as he held me tight.

“Yea, that’s it, you so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered against my lips.

But oh, come on, come on and turn the lights down, and let me get on it, uh

‘Cause when I do, just me and you, it'll be so right, so right, so right

Each stroke masterfully takin’ my breath away. “I want you to cum baby,” I whispered wanting him to let himself go.

I wanted to see his face as he found his sweet release as he eased us onto the bed towering over me. “Spread them legs wide for me Peaches, we gon’ get this one together, baby,” he groaned, his mouth once again overpowering mine as his strokes became deeper and harder.

“Yes! Carmelo! Cum with me,” I gasped as the new position allowed him deeper inside me.

“Mmhm, I’m real deep in this pussy, it feels so good too baby,” he praised. Moving in sync with him I knew he was close. His muscles began to twitch under my touch.  

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

“Your mine,” I moaned as a low growl fell from his lips as I traced my tongue against his lips as he caught it between his lips gently sucking on it.

“You mine too, you always been mine,” he moaned as my pussy pulsed tightly around him again. Smirking, he placed two of his fingers inside my mouth as I gently sucked on them.

“Fuck yea, good girl Peaches,” he whispered taking his fingers and begins rubbing against my clit matching in tune with his strokes.

“Ahh! Baby I’m cumin!!” I exclaimed, his growls becoming louder as his body shook in ecstasy exploding inside me.

‘Cause I'm ready

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots) I'm so ready

I'm so ready, baby

“You felt so fuckin’ good. Shit, that was amazin’” he moaned gently kissing me as we came down from our trip of ecstasy.

 “You ain’t never lied. Can’t wait until we do it again,” I whispered as he groaned against my lips.

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

To give you everything that we've been waitin' on

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

“Best homecoming ever,” he panted collapsing beside me as I laughed.

“I have to agree, it’s definitely one for the books,” I said smiling.

“So does this mean you gon’ be my girl,” he whispered running his fingers through my hair as I laughed.

“Uh, I would hope so, you done gave me head in the air…The damn air Carmelo, that definitely was a first for me and the rest I can’t even talk about right now because the feeling in my legs ain’t back yet,” I said as he laughed.

“That was hot as fuck wasn’t it. It’s you, I ain’t never done no shit like that, you make me this way,” he whispered pulling me close as I kissed his tattoo.

“Well, tonight was definitely happy tears,” I said caressing his tattoo as he smiled.

“I promise as long as you my girl, it’s always going to be is happy tears, I promise you baby,” he declared as I snuggled further into his arms.

 “I love you,” I whispered as I felt his heart beating faster.

“I love you too Kayla,” he replied dropping a tender kiss on my forehead.

Where do we go from here, I didn’t know but I knew he was my man and it was going to stay that way.

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road trip as a teenage avenger headcanons!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1k

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dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: lots ofc but i'd say big emphasis on reader (duh), harley keener, peter parker, miles morales, scott lang, clint barton, bucky barnes, sam wilson, tony stark, happy hogan, natasha romanoff, and bruce banner. more are prob in it but i don't wanna type it all out lol

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it was an annual tradition for the avengers to go on a road trip.

steve always said it was "team bonding". it was honestly kind of fun.

better than the other "team bonding" you did, which mainly consisted of running long distances!!

anyways, they usually would do it soon after you, harley, peter, and miles finished school (also yes im including miles now bc i love him)

tony would come over the intercom while you all were lounging around and tell you to pack your bags.

packing is always a big issue.

let's just say that SOME people are big overpackers...

COUGH scott COUGH

no offense to him but like ppl have had to sit in the trunk before because of him

and he overpacks with stuff that rly doesn’t make sense

like once y’all went to colorado

and he packed snorkeling equipment

and so you were like “scott. seriously?”

and he looked at you with such a serious face

“y/n. what if all the snow melts? then we would be underwater!! i have an extra snorkeling mask too. i was gonna give it to you, but now idk….”

HAHA

bruce overpacks too

but he overpacks in a good way

guys bruce is like the mom on vacation

well him and tony both

you’d think steve would be but he is NOT

like the man doesn’t even wear sunscreen

and then here comes bruce with a tote bag full of snacks

which tony eats half of by the way

smh

the best part of having thor on a trip is that he will ALWAYS pick you up if you’re too tired

like once he had you and peter under both his arms like footballs bc u got tired

and clint was sad bc he was tired too

he tried to get scott to pick him up but scott wasn’t ready and they both fell and they like hit their heads

that was an interesting day

ok so setting the scene again

you, peter, harley, miles, natasha and bruce were in the middle of a very competitive round of uno

like y’all

competitive doesn’t even begin to cover it

anyways you were about to get uno

FR

you put down your card and suddenly 

“HEY EVERYBODY” “SHHH you’re being too loud” “ohh sorry HEY EVERYBODY”

you started laughing at the quite obvious blunders of thor and clint in the intercom room

“thor, buddy? you don’t need to be kissing the mic when you speak, alright?”

tony, from another room, always quick with the jabs.

“AH! MY BAD STARK. HAHA! THIS MUST BE BETTER”

natasha just shook her head but you and peter, harley and miles were DYING

“ANYWAYS IT IS ROAD TRIP TIME. EVERYONE PACK UP AND BE IN THE FAMILY ROOM IN TEN MINUTES… what? MY MISTAKE. ONE HOUR. THAT’S RIGHT ONE HOUR.”

with that done, you all got up, groaning.

“uno.” natasha smirked at you, noticing that you only had one card.

“darn it!!!” you said. “well, doesn’t matter now. we have to go anyways.”

“we can always resume it later, y/n :) “ 

“fine, nat. but i’m going to win this time!! right bruce??”

“well, kid, you know i’m usually on your side, but…”

“aw, come on!!”

ok fast forward. 

you were in the family room

aw guys isn’t that cute that they call it a family room

bc ur a family

awwwwww

ok anyway

and here comes scott with his fifty bags

“relax sharpay, we’re not gonna be gone for THAT long”

guys i wanted a cool tony nickname and tbh i just remember vaguely that sharpay had like suitcases on the cover of her movie i never even watched it so i could be wrong but that was my intention

“tony, these are my essentials.”

“scott, why don’t you just shrink that down? like seriously, man.” miles remarked, and you couldn’t help but agree.

“hey, y’know what? that’s a great idea miles!!”

and so he ended up shrinking his luggage

but then he couldn’t find it

oh scott

sigh

anyways tony and happy did a lot of car assignment work

to make sure everyone would get there safely

and your car

was

drum roll please

ok also this was only for the trip there

the trip back would be different

ok the car was

tony, happy, clint and peter

tbh this was not a bad car at all

poor miles and harley were stuck with scott, bucky, sam and steve

natasha and wanda and pietro and thor were the other one

although here’s the issue

guys

fr

tony is a bad driver

but happy didn’t feel like driving

and u were just starting to drive so clint was like “NO WAY do i trust y/n in a car!!!”

that goofy clown fr

so tony was driving

oh and btw y’all were going to the compound

tony told you and you were like 

“dude, that’s not a road trip”

and he was like “we’re in the car for more than an hour. it’s a road trip, kid.”

and miles and harley kept texting like theorizing about where u were going

harley said europe

and you were like

harley

anyways ya 

so tony is like swerving and speeding everywhere 

ok maybe thats dramatic

but happy was holding the little bar

and he was like yelling at tony to slow down

meanwhile clint is just singing along to the music thats BLASTING

and u and peter are ready to accept ur deaths

like u literally texted sam a video of what was happening and he almost called happy to tell him to pull over 😭 

sam’s got ur back thats for sure!!

anyways tony pulled into a drive thru

bc he needed coffee

guys hes tony stark he needs stuff like that

and he got u and peter and clint happy meals :D

and clint was so excited like 💀 

love him

happy made sure u and peter had ur seatbelts on 

he said it was bc he didn’t want to have to explain to midtown why yall didnt come back for the next year 😭 

that and “too much paperwork”

smh

anyways tony finally got it together

u and peter decided that he just needed an acoustic song on the radio bc as soon as something more relaxing came on he was a lot better lol

the rest of the drive was pretty alright

i'm gonna do another headcanon set about the avengers actually on vacation but yeah there ya go :)

thats how the road trips work yahoo

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'What If It's All A RomCom?' - a Ted Nivison x Reader

{{-Here's Chapter 9! Sorry for the delay, next Chapter will be spicy to make up for it, promise ;^) enjoy y'all-}}

//General Warnings: 18+ Fic (MINORS DNI), Reader implied to be afab and under 5'5

Chapter Warnings: Lots of flirting, sexual thoughts, hints of Dom Teddy, Smash Bros mentioned (the game LMAO)\\

Word Count: 4.2k

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Chapter 9: Hey Baby

Ted and I eventually got out of the pool so we could dry off enough to film the next scene. Putting on his white hoodie honestly made this one of my favourite scenes to film, strictly because it smelled like him. Pine and vanilla. It was such a distinct but subtle smell and the warmth of the hoodie felt like he was giving me a gentle hug. I couldn't stop smiling but I had to keep my cool in front of the film crew, I didn't want them knowing about Ted and I just yet. I'm not even sure if I'll ever want them to know, if I can help it. It's not really any of their business. However, one of the members of the wardrobe team seemed to notice that there was a difference in my demeanor around Ted, commenting on how I had grown more comfortable in scenes with him. I didn't mind it, I don't think they were implying anything. Even if they were, Ted didn't seem to care, so neither will I.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly after that, mostly because Ted and I needed to be completely dried for the next couple scenes, only to have to get right back into the pool for another kiss scene once the sun had set. They had given him some some funny looking swim trunks and gave me a full one-piece bathing suit, so at least we'd be in the proper attire this time. We were filming quite late at night, the only thing lighting the area were the bright blue lights in the pool and a few LED panels Tanner had set up by the cameras. It was a simple but very romantic scene. Ted would swim over to me and pull me in by my waist near the shallow end. I'd loosely wrap my arms around his neck and we'd share an intimate, longing kiss. Ted let out a content hum in a particular retake of the kiss, his thumb caressing my skin under the water. That wasn't for the camera, that was for me. It made my heart flutter.

When the night ended, the crew helped dry off Ted and I one last time so we could turn in for the night and change into our PJ's. I had a quick shower to wash out any chlorine that might've been in my hair, then moved into my room to change and settle into bed. I'm sitting in bed, still sort of drying my hair with a towel when I heard a knock at my door. I look over and furrow my brows in confusion. Who could that be?

"Come in." I call out to the door, sitting up a bit more and setting the towel aside.

It's Ted. Again, in a white tank top and some dark, loose pajama pants. "Hey, you're never gonna believe this.." Ted's giving me a cheeky smile, leaning a little against my door frame. "Tanner fell asleep in my room again.."

I raise a brow at him, giving a suspicious smirk. "Oh yeah? He took your bed again?"

"Yeah, he did." Ted confirmed without hesitation, keeping his hand on the doorknob.

"Really?" I let a little chuckle escape me, crossing my arms. "Two nights in a row?"

"Yeah. And my laptop is still in here."

"Mhmm, yes it is."

"So I could...do more work in here."

"You could do more work in here?"

"Yeah."

"Just work?"

"...maybe a little more. Can I come in?.."

I give him a knowing smile and roll my eyes. Last night I believed him. Tonight? Not so much. "So Tanner's in your room right now?" I ask, pointing down a little.

"Yeah. Fast asleep." Ted confirms again, toying with my door a little.

"So if I were to..get up and go check your room, he'd be in there?"

"Oh, you wanna check out my room, princess?"

"To see if Tanner's there, yes. I--"

"If you'd rather go in my room, that's perfectly fine. Mine's got cleaner sheets."

An annoyed groan leaves me as I lean my head back, smiling and rolling my eyes. This motherfucker. "Fuck you, I replaced my sheets earlier and you're not ruining these ones.."

"Ok, I didn't ruin them, you did." Ted gestures over at me with a confident grin. "I'm not sayin' I'd deny a second round if you wanted it, but that ain't what I'm here for."

"So what are you here for?"

"My laptop. To do some work."

"But you can't go in your room to do it."

"Well, If you wanted to go in my room instead, I could arrange that."

"I thought Tanner was in there?"

"I could kick him out for you."

I sigh deeply, looking over Ted's self-assured smile before shaking my head, patting the empty side of the bed with a defeated chuckle. "Get over here, you moron.."

Ted's grin widens as he steps into my room, closing the door behind him. I thought maybe he would reach for his laptop that was under the bed and sit down next to me, but he comes right for me instead, climbing onto the bed to crawl over top of me somewhat. I feel my cheeks burn up, moving my hands back to hold my body up when he'd go in for a kiss, a nervous hum leaving me in response.

"I thought--" I talk into the kiss, causing him to move back a little with a curious tilt of his head.

"Mmm? That's new for you.." Ted teased with a purr

"Shut up.." I try to resist the urge to smile, but I fail big time, looking away from him for a moment. "I thought you were getting your laptop to work..."

"Oh, that thing? Nah, it's dead. I'll charge it tomorrow. I'm here for you."

"Oh you motherfucker. I hate you.."

"You don't hate this.."

Ted brings his hand to lightly grab my jaw, forcing me to look his way once more so he could kiss me again, holding himself up with one of his arms. I let out a flirty chuckle as I kiss him back, loosely wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him more into the bed. We don't go all the way tonight, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to. Just being close to this man like this causes all kinds of me to purr. We made out for a good little while, at one point I had nearly straddled his thigh, but we had an even earlier morning tomorrow and couldn't risk doing any more, so we fall asleep in each other's arms once again.

The next morning was still a drag, even with the good sleep I got. Waking up in Ted's embrace again was nice and all, but I was grumpy for most of the morning and he wasn't making it any easier. Ted is definitely a morning person. Me? Not so much. He was all bubbles and sunshine once we got downstairs. I was the complete opposite. Besides some groggy 'goodmorning's, I didn't say a single word to anyone until I got that first cup of coffee and even then it was difficult to film some of the bright and early scenes with him. He'd speak a line perfectly, I'd completely forget mine and he'd tease me about it with this big, stupid smile on his face. It's like he knew something about today that I didn't and he was toying with me. He was purposely trying to get on my nerves without crossing any lines.

"Look...I...I like you and all, Ted, but I--"

"You just called me Ted again."

"...Fuck me, did I? I did?" I look over at Tanner and the film crew with a tired smile as they start snickering and laughing. Poor Tanner gives me a quiet nod, a chuckle leaving him as well. "What the fuck is your name supposed to be again?" I ask with a weary cackle, trying to rub my eyes without smudging any makeup.

"Mason." A bunch of people speak out his character's name at the same time, including Ted. After pouring a second cup of coffee for myself, we were able to get through the scene. As much as I tried to power through it, it was not a good morning.

It got a little easier once I was given an early break to go over the script and brainstorm some ideas with Tanner in the kitchen while the wardrobe team brought Ted over to that little tent in the living room I went in yesterday.

"Is it Ted's turn to wear 10 different brands of foundation?" I joke with Tanner, sitting at the kitchen table with my legs crossed.

"No, he's going through different suits." Tanner explained, leaning back against his chair. "We're kinda torn between a couple outfits for the ballroom sequence. The team wants to see what aesthetic fits him so we can decide on the era."

"I thought you guys already had an idea?" I ask, taking a peek at the script. "We were gonna go with fantasy, weren't we?"

"We were, when it was you and Conner. I just don't think fantasy fits Ted. We're shooting for realism this time. More...50's-60's era. Maybe a little older."

A knowing smile spreads along my lips, taking a sip of my second cup of coffee. That's actually kinda perfect. Ted and I are essentially going to be cosplaying one of my favourite eras of the real world.

"You guys wanna see Ted in his first suit?" Joe peeks into the kitchen with a big grin on his face. "We need help with voting.."

Tanner and I look at each other with excited expressions, for our own reasons of course, before immediately getting up and moving into the living room to watch this little fashion show. Joe and Tanner moved the couch back a little so Ted could simply step out of the clothing tent to show off whatever he had on

"Did you bring fucking everyone over here, you asshole?" Ted curses at Joe from behind the dark partition, peeking up passed the top of it. He was taller than the damn thing so we could always see his hair and some of his forehead behind it, unless he squats down.

"Of course I did! You need voters!" Joe chuckles, sitting down on the couch next to Tanner and I.

"They're just different colored suits!" Ted chuckles, holding out a bundle of different colored suits in one hand. "What's there to vote on? They all look the same!"

"I mean, some of them are different colors..." Tanner added, pointing at the bundle of suits Ted was holding out.

"Ted if you wrinkle up any of those fucking suits, I swear to God.." Joe huffs, getting up to swat Ted's hand away. "They're meant to represent different decades of history. Put one on."

"Is that why one of these have a duck flap in the back?"

"Is that the one you have on right now?"

"Yeah."

"Then come out and show it already!"

I hear Ted let out a little huff, stepping out from behind the partition to show off the first suit. It looked like a normal black and white suit, fitted with a blue and white striped tie and a sleek black jacket with a longer section in the back. He looked...a little goofy.

"I feel like..." I pause, leaning forward a little as I look over the suit with my eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"I feel like it's missing something." Tanner finishes my thought for me, giving the same slightly confused expression.

"He could wear a top hat. We could get him a top hat." Joe suggested with a little smirk, but no one really liked the idea. Tanner and I shake our heads.

"I look like I belong in a Panic At The Disco music video.." Ted chuckles with a little shrug, looking at everyone's visible disapproval.

"Alright fine, next suit." Joe huffed, playfully pushing Ted back behind the partition so he could change into the next suit.

The next hour was spent waiting for Ted to change into the next suit so he could come out and show them off, always getting mixed responses regardless of what he was wearing. He came out in a light brown plaid suit with a dark brown tie, Joe liked it, Tanner and I didn't. He came out in a baby blue suit, Tanner liked it, Joe and I didn't. He came out in an all white suit, I kind of liked it but Joe and Tanner weren't impressed and finally, he tried on a dark brown suit and none of us liked it, Ted included. It started to feel like we were putting too much thought into this.

"Why don't I put on just the regular fuckin' black suit we have back here?" Ted asks from behind the partition, tossing the brown suit jacket to the side.

"I just--" Joe sighs, sitting back down on the couch with Tanner and I "I'm worried it's going to look boring."

"Black suits aren't fuckin' boring, Yo-seph." Ted replies, glancing over the partition at Joe. "They're only boring if you make them boring."

"I feel like it depends on who's wearing them.." I add, crossing one of my legs over the other. "Like, Tanner could probably wear a grey suit and look great."

"Awe. Thanks." Tanner gives me a genuine smile. "I could probably wear a grey suit and look great. I think Joe would look good in the baby blue suit."

"Maybe. I liked the lighter brown one.." Joe admitted with a little shrug. "I might steal it when we're done. Are we allowed to steal stuff from set?"

"I mean..." Tanner pauses, glancing up as he thought about it. "Probably, as long as the college doesn't yell at me about it, take whatever you want."

Our conversation is cut short by the sound of Ted stepping out from behind the partition one last time, showing off the next fit.

🎶Hey baby, hey baby, hey!

Girls say, boys say

Hey baby, hey baby, hey 🎶

Ted comes out in a simple white button up shirt with a loose black tie attached and black slacks held up by a pretty black belt, holding the black suit jacket over his shoulder with one hand with his other hand in his pocket. Joe and Tanner have completely perked up, talking with Ted with excited smiles. I can't focus on anything they're saying, my eyes completely fixed on Ted's attire. I don't know why, but this outfit did something to me, REALLY did something to me. I felt my body physically react when he first stepped out, my eyes lingering over the outfit. I had to cross my legs. The sleeves were rolled up a little, and the shirt was tucked into his pants nicely. The entire fit looked comfortable. My gaze wanders along Ted's hairy arms and electric watch, noticing his hand fidget in his pocket. My eyes fix onto his belt for a moment until I can hear my name being repeated, a light blush appearing on my face when I realize Ted's been looking at me. If he caught me staring at his belt, I'm gonna kill myself.

"I think they like this one.." Joe's giving me a knowing grin, raising his brows at me when I look at him.

"Oh yeah, she's lost in it. This is the one." Ted snickers a little, adjusting his round glasses on his face.

"Don't--" A nervous chuckle leaves me, tucking a little of my hair behind my ear. "Don't patronize me, he looks...he looks fine. It works."

"This is literally just the outfit I wore for my barbie video, minus the jacket." Ted admits, hooking the suit jacket over the top of the partition.

"I mean, if that's what you want to go with, that's perfect for Mason. Glad to see everyone approves." Tanner smiles and gives a single clap, standing up from the couch. It seemed like Tanner had no idea why Joe and Ted were teasing me, he was just happy we had all finally agreed on something.

"Should I change out of this?" Ted asks, picking at the front of his shirt a little.

"Do you want to?" Tanner asks, raising a brow at Ted. "You're done filming today, so you could.."

"Oh yeah, I want to." Ted smiles with a little nod, glancing at me briefly. Oh he knows. He knows.

"Sure. Go right ahead." Tanner shrugs and nods back before gesturing Joe to help him move the couch back.

Ted may have been done filming today, but I wasn't. I worked alongside Tanner and Dan during the rest of the afternoon with more silent establishing shots where I was supposed to be thinking and stressing about my character's relationship with Mason, pacing around the living room in some scenes while sitting and thinking by the kitchen counter in other's. Fitting, somewhat. Ted was there to watch every take, keeping his eyes on me throughout all of it. Every now and then, he'd do little things that would catch my attention. He'd slip his hands into his pockets, he'd sway a little in place, he'd glide his tongue along the inside of his mouth and check me out. Whenever Tanner and Dan weren't paying attention, I'd shoot Ted a glare or even flash the middle finger. I was trying to show that his silent flirting wasn't doing anything, but God was it hard not to swoon.

I don't even know what was happening to me. Ted showed us the barbie video a couple nights ago, I've seen this fit, it didn't affect me at all before. Now, I find myself taking any chance I can get to look at the belt he had on when he isn't looking. I think about how it'll sound to unbuckle it, I think about his hands being in my hair, grabbing my jaw, caressing my cheek, praising or even demeaning me. I'd kill to get this version of Ted in my room.

Man, am I fucking ovulating or something? What the fuck is wrong with me?

The moment it got really bad was closer to the end of the night. Everyone was packing up the wardrobe tent in the living room while I made myself a cup of tea in the kitchen. I was fully facing the counter so I couldn't see anything going on behind me, my attention fixed on my phone. I thought I heard someone walk behind me, but I figured it was Tanner or something just trying to walk by me. Boy, was I wrong.

I feel something slightly press up against me from behind. "Watcha watchin'?"

I hear Ted's low purr in my ear, and my face immediately heats up, quickly turning myself around to see Ted was right there. Right in front of me.

"Y-You scared the shit out of me.." I huff, slipping my phone into my pocket. "It was just TikTok.."

"You feelin' alright? You've been all over the place today.." Ted gives me a confident smile, leaning in a little more to rest his hand on the counter behind me, slipping his other hand into his pockets.

"T-Ted.." I feel my face heat up a little more, trying to lean away from him. He had me cornered once more, though this time we weren't alone. "Th-The crew is still here..."

"What about em'? We're just talkin'." Ted shrugs casually, glancing down at my lips. "Nothin' wrong with talkin.."

"You're not lookin' at me like you wanna be 'talkin''" I glare at him, resting both of my hands back on the edge of the counter.

"Oh, I definitely don't." Ted doesn't hesitate to agree. "I don't think you wanna be talkin' either.."

"What gives you that impression?"

"The way you've been lookin' at me."

"I haven't been looking anywhere." A chuckle leaves me and I roll my eyes. "I've been doing my job today, Ted."

"Mmm, and staring at my pants was part of your job today, yeah?"

I can't hide the heavy blush that spreads along my cheeks, locking eyes with Ted with a defeated sigh. I hate this man. I hate what he does to me. "I was looking at your belt, actually..." I corrected, giving him a small smile.

"Ohhh, you don't even deny it this time.." Ted purrs at me again, his hand slowly moving from the counter to inch closer to mine. "You wanna help me take it off later?.."

Ted and I are interrupted by the sound of Tanner calling out to him from the living room, asking him to come help with packing away the camera's. Ted let's out an annoyed huff and pulls away from me, slightly trailing his hand along mine briefly. "Oh we ain't done here, princess.." Ted looks me over one last time before finally moving out of the kitchen to go help Tanner, giving me a chance to breathe properly.

Once the crew had gone home, Tanner, Ted, Dan, Joe and I were hanging out in the living room, sitting together in the same spots we were the night we played Jackbox, which meant Ted was right next to me, still wearing that stupid fucking hot ass formal fit. Since everyone here knew we were seeing each other, he wasn't afraid to sit close by and rest of one of his arms behind me, occasionally moving his hand to touch my shoulder and caress my upper arm when he knew no one was paying attention. It was driving me nuts. The only real break I got from all the little looks and gestures was when Tanner suggested we play Smash Bros. Ultimate, making Ted sit up more so he could focus. Ted and I bonded over our love for the series, often having to fight for 1st during every match, though Tanner, Joe and Dan weren't half bad at it either. I wouldn't say any of us were competitive levels of skilled, but we were all good enough to put constant pressure on each other.

"I swear to god, if you spike me one more fucking time.." Ted grumbles at me, the only other sound in the room besides the game being the clicking of our respective controllers.

"Just don't get spiked, Ted." Tanner teases him with a big smile.

"Yeah Ted, don't let them spike you." Dan joins in with a little chuckle, looking over at how focused Ted and I were on this match.

"I'm gonna chokeslam you two if you don't shut the fuck up." Ted growls playfully with a big smile on his face.

"No guys, keep going, distract him for me.." I laugh a little, leaning forward to focus on the match. There was a good minute or two where we couldn't get a single hit on each other, continuously shielding, dodging and parrying attacks like our life depended on it. Truthfully, I just wanted to beat him as a way to punish him for teasing me so much, and boy did I work for it. I lost a whole stock to set up the perfect spike off the edge, and when I got it, I was so proud.

"YES!!!" "FUCK!!!"

Ted and I both shot up from the couch as we shouted. I can't help but start laughing happily, raising my controller up above my head as the others start excitingly talking over each other about the match. I point and laugh at Ted as he sits back down, glaring playfully at me.

"You fucking bitch.." Ted curses at me with a grin on his face, playing his hands in his lap. "You little cunt.."

"Get fucked, Teddy! Get shit on! Get absolutely dogged on!" I gently throw my controller onto the couch next to him, moving my hands into my hair as I try to catch my breath. God, that felt good.

"You're gonna fuckin' pay for that, mark my fuckin' words, princess." Ted shakes his head and points at me, ignoring the others as they start to clean up. "Watch your ass.."

"I can't hear you over my fuckin' victory, Ted." I wiggle my fingers at him in a flirty wave, sticking my tongue out.

"Yeah yeah. Just you wait.." Ted mumbled under his breath, standing up off the couch to help Tanner bring everything upstairs.

We all split off for the night, this time I got to see Tanner actually walk into his bedroom and close the door. No way could Ted make the same excuse 3 nights in a row. I move into the bathroom to wash the makeup off my face, taking a moment to look at my reflection with a smirk. I take a deep breath as I look into my own eyes, running a little mini experiment. I think of the most random things, keeping a close look on my small pupils. When I allow my thoughts to shift to Ted in that formal fit, I watch my pupils enlarge quite a bit, smiling to myself with a slight chuckle. Yeah, I'm down bad.

I exit the bathroom and move into my bedroom for the night, sort of nibbling on my lower lip as I turn around and slowly close my door. When I feel the door shut, I don't immediately turn around, keeping my hand on the doorknob for a moment. I smile to myself. I had a feeling this was going to happen.

"I tried to tell ya, princess.."

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Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 (smut) || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 10 (smut) || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 (smut) || Chapter 15 ||

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Here’s a request and a half for you Bex. Mickey finds out you’ve got a blood and/or knife play kink and he uses it to his advantage and he decides to mix than into the home invasion kink he has whilst dressed as Ghostface. I’m unsure if she KNOWS it’s him or has absolutely no idea but she loves it anyway

I’M ALREADY SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW IN ANTICIPATION

OKAY! SO! I went, so hard. I know! I KNOW! Three fics in one day, been a while since we did that but fuck it, I got the inspo and the energy and so I threw myself into this and I hope it hits! It isn’t super long but fr it is a HARD hitter. Enjoyyyy CJ!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2K. Mickey X FEM! AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified However. Warnings: Talk Of Consent, Kink And Safe Words. Knife Play. Blood Play. Home Invasion Scenario. Chase. Established Relationship. Mickey Is SO Down Bad For You. Nipple Play. Pain Play. Vaginal Sex. Waxing Poetic. Reader Doesn’t Know Mickey Is Ghostface. Emotions. 

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“A Good Ol’ Fashioned B & E.”

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You and Mickey had movie date nights in either of your apartments frequently, and would swap picking movies but you both had very similar tastes. It was a lot of passing horror movies back and forth, he picked tonight’s fare, you and he on the couch, his arm slung casually around you, bowl of popcorn in your lap. You are engrossed in the movie and typically he is too but he can’t help himself, he likes looking at you from time to time on these movie dates, like right now, in the low light and during times like this, it gives him a real glance into how you feel. 

And right now there is a look he knows far too well. Eye wide, brows raised, bottom lip tugged on by your teeth, breathing quicker than it should be, you are turned on. His eyes flicked to the tv, seeing the killer on screen, he broke in and was taunting the lead with his knife, some cuts already on her exposed skin, he was manic, she was terrified and when his hand eventually made its way into your pants when the credits were rolling you were wet. That told him all he needed to know. 

He brought it up a bit later on, he waited for a good time, you and he were walking home after a party, you had some drinks, were feeling good, he asked, “Hey I just wanted to check in on something, if that’s cool?”

“Yeah Mickey, shoot.” You told him and he took your hand as he said, “I wanted to know if there was anything else you wanted to try together, like sexually.”

“Oooh, okay, was waiting for this conversation.” You teased with a giggle and he asked, “Really?”

A hum and a nod, “Yeah, shocked it took this long. So what do you want to do?” 

“What? You aren’t gonna share first?” He asked and you responded with a shake of your head, “Nope. I know you got something in mind so spill.”

He scoffs with a roll of his eyes, he tugs on your hand and pulls you off the walking path, you follow his lead and find yourself pushed gently against a tree, leaning against the bark and looking up at him, leaning one arm on the trunk above your head he sighed out, “You’re so pushy, you know that?”

“Says the guy who literally dragged me into the shadows and physically pushed me against a tree.” You tease and he says, “Alright, you gonna shut it long enough for me to be all fuckin’ vulnerable and suggest what I wanna do?” 

“Yes, I can do that.” You nod and he says sincerely, “Thank you. So. I was thinking about doing a role playing thing.”

“Oh no shit.” You are excited by the prospect, “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe me in a costume pretending to break in?” Your heart stops, the scene spills into your mind unbidden, live and in startling clarity and vivid colour, Mickey masked and dressed up, he breaks in, he chases you, tackles you to the ground, roughs you up, has his way with you. Fuck, you want it more than you might have wanted anything. An ultimate fantasy of yours, one you have gotten off to more than you should. 

He must notice, your expression probably changed, he laughs, leans in closer, “Seems like you’re into the idea.”

A small nod, “Yeah I…I uh, I think I could get into that. If you are. You know, for you.” 

“Right. For me.” He sounded unconvinced, that big sadistic looking grin on his face he poses, “Okay, so, this weekend?” 

You have to hold yourself back from agreeing too quickly. You talk a little more when you are sober. A safe word is established but you tell him that you trust him and want him to go at it hard in the moment, that you could handle it and you trusted him. 

He checked in to make sure that you were sure, he confessed that he had some harder stuff he’d like to do but you doubled down confirming what you previously said and he told you, “Alright I’ll really give it to you then.”

Good God you could not wait. 

It happened on Friday. Kicked your weekend off right. 

Dinner had come and gone, you had a shower, gotten changed into a pyjama set you might have bought just for this. Silk with lace edges, a camisole tank and short shorts, you felt good and looked good and you knew it. You tried to keep it low key, tried to hide how you were doing inside, wanted to appear unassuming, normal but you were so turned on all night, wondering when he would strike, if he was watching you, stalking you through your windows. He gave you a few hour block he was planning on stopping by to keep the element of surprise and even with you expecting it when he does make his move, it does as it should, it catches you off guard. 

You didn’t even hear him until he wanted you to, you were coming from the living room, going to the kitchen, you treated yourself to some ice cream and were going to put the bowl in the sink but you hear the heavy footfalls and it makes you gasp, your shoulders raise and you turn and catch sight of him. A black robe, a white mask, you know that outfit! It’s the same one the Ghostface killers wear and you knew he was going to dress up but wearing that particular costume brought this to another level and instinct kicks in. 

You drop the bowl, it smashes, the spoon clatters and you move to turn forward again start to try to run but you are barefoot, the melted ice cream that had been in the bottom of your bowl is now spilled on the tile and with you hurriedly, suddenly, trying to move, you lose your footing. 

You slip.

He catches up far too quickly, he’d been running full tilt, he tackles you and down to the ground you go. The fall hurts more than it should, but the broken shards and pieces of porcelain from your now broken bowl saw to that. You cry out and he is quick to have you pinned, you struggle and squirm and he has you pressed to the floor, he is sitting on you and the pressure makes you groan out, “My leg-”

His hands still hold your wrists above your head firmly but he looks over his shoulder, sees the fresh cut on your leg, your thigh bleeding and that mask snaps back forwards, staring down at you. He says, “Drawing first blood so soon and so unexpectedly.”

it doesn’t sound like Mickey, that makes you clench around nothing, he moves, he is able to pin both wrists with one hand in this position, he is so fucking strong, he reaches down and back and you hear it again before you see it, knife is unsheathed and brandished in your face, “I’ll forgive you for not letting me get the first cut if you play nice and let me carve you up how I want.” 

Your eyes are wide, you nod shakily and he hums out, “Good choice.” 

He drags the knife down the length of your body, you squirm and he looks at your face from behind the black soulless eyes of the mask. You are playing up looking afraid but he knows you, he can see it, you are so fucking into this. You are extremely turned on, “Don’t make any stupid moves.” 

“I-I won’t.” You say quietly and he lets go of your wrists, he has slid down, was between your legs, one hand has passed over your chest, a brief pause to feel you up, palm your tits.

You notice the gloves he is wearing are leather, it feels nice, the smooth material on the silk encasing your beautiful body is such a nice sensation. He lightly smacks and watches how it moves in response, he does stop there, he is rough, he pulls on your nipples and relishes in the winces and sounds you make. His hand moves down, continues on and then comes to the hem of your top, he pushes it up, exposes your stomach and his knife touches you for the first time, he drags it and you shiver from the coldness of the steel, fuck, it is so sharp. He presses, he watches the skin move with the knife, watches it bow, soft flesh slowly gives way, the first official cut is made by him and you inhale harshly. He watches every response, how your body moves, the sounds you let out, the complex emotions playing out on your features and in your eyes and of course, the blood that is drawn. 

He always loves this. 

Cutting, spilling scarlet, the act is fantastic but doing this to you? His sweet, unassuming, unaware partner who is totally clueless that he does this all the fucking time and has actually ended lives, he is rock fucking hard under his black robe. 

His hand gets back into it, his thumb swipes over the cut, he spreads the blood, and the urge overtakes. That was the first slice of the night but it was not the last, not by a long shot. 

By the time he is satisfied, your stomach, sides, your thighs are all littered with cuts, your eyes have spilled tears down your cheeks, you had made the prettiest fucking sounds he’s ever, ever heard. You are slick with sweat and your skin is covered with the blood, your brand new pyjama set is wrecked, he’d cut the straps, exposed your tits that were covered in bloody hand prints from him touching you more, your shorts were off and now he was cutting the panties from you. Babbling out now, “I need you.”

His breathing is shaky at best, “You know that right? I’ve been watching you for so long, craving this, dying for it more than a man in the desert is for a drink of water.”

You listen, enraptured, the knife slides under one side of your joke of a pair of underwear, he cuts not that carefully and nicks your skin in the process, he cuts the other side and the same, the soaked fabric is disposed of in short order. “You’re gonna give it up, you don’t have a fuckin’ choice cuz if you don’t spread your legs for me-”

“You’ll kill me.” You said softly, filling in the blank, the look on your face, like you are drunk with lust is what has him leaning down and his face is so close to yours and he says, “Convince me you want me. Make me believe it so I don't gut you right here.”

You again, act on instinct. Your legs wrap around him, your hands come to the back of that black hood and you pull him down, what you do he wasn’t expecting, you kiss him but that mask, it was still on his face. You were kissing the mouth of that mask, the black, permanently twisted into a scream, fucked up mouth and he can feel it, through the layer of rubber he can feel your lips. There is more to it, this poetic nature. It holds more meaning to him, like you are accepting him, the killer side of him without realising it, giving affection to that part of his identity. You are throwing all you have into it and fucking hell, he returns it, you let out a pleased sound, you can feel him through the mask too, he starts to pull the robe up, he opens his belt, deals with his pants. Soon enough his hands on your spread thighs he is slipping into you, rushed and desperate. 

The moan is shared through the mouth of the mask at the stretch of him and the wet heat of you until it’s too much, he pushes it up and his actual mouth is on yours. He is kissing you deeply, you taste him, the real him, not the rubbery plastic that represents that unknown but fiercely true part of him. He starts to move, begins to fuck you, wandering hands, more smears of blood are spread, the pleasure and pain mix for you and the sounds of them elevates his own bliss and he is overcome with one feeling for you, complete and utter adoration. He loves you so fucking much for being you and giving this to him. 

He wishes you could do this every Goddamned weekend.

[swampstew]

KillerCook Chapter 12

Welcome to Raven’s Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight’s story. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI

TGIFF – thank goodness its fuckin Friday! A long and exhausting week now behind you after a delicious late-afternoon nap, you can finally get your weekend going! First things first, phone. No better feeling than laying snug in bed and scrolling. Snug as a bug in a rug, want a hug?

Laughing to yourself at the internal rhyme, your carefree tone drops as anguish roils in your stomach. There are several notifications on your screen banner. But the one that makes you feel like you’re going to scream is the notification for KillerCook going live.

An hour and a half ago.

You take measured breaths as you robotically punch in your passcode and open the app, praying to any deity willing to help to keep you from missing a chance at seeing them.

Your reasons for breathing.

For going on each grueling day.

You suck in air as the app connects to your internet, only to let out a whimpering sigh of relief when you see the live is still going.

‘KillerCook is live: Kid Pirates BACA it up!!’

“GODS THEY’RE SO FUCKING COOL AND AMAZING!!!!” you squeal into your pillows. Giddily kicking your feet into the rumpled sheets, you press the volume button to its highest setting.

“Gang, thanks so much, take a moment and give yourself a shoulder pat. We’ve been live for nearly two hours and we met the donation goal in the first 50 minutes. I’ve never had to improv so much in my [redacted] life!!” the head chef gushed to the camera. “We really appreciate the enthusiasm to see us strip down and crush things in support of our biker crew chapter. Each donation means a lot not only to us but to the people its going to help.”

“Now the finale you’ve all been waiting for,” Killer teased as he and the others began to dress down into the dangerously skin tight swim trunks they wore under their respective pants.

“The big squeeze! To recap, our highest donors would get the privilege of having their user name on the melon as we squeeze them between our thighs. Who should start?”

The app notifications were pinging so fast that it sounded like the alarm itself was having a stroke.

“You can’t vote for me all 4 times,” Kid rolled his eyes, “Try again and actually follow directions!”

After an unsatisfactory stalemate, Kid made the executive decision to direct the line up. Wire was the first man to squeeze his melon.

Wire’s swim pants left nothing to the imagination, probably a bit more than he intended as he wrapped his towel around his pelvis and lower stomach.

A round, plump watermelon sat snug in his lap, the lucky patron – NightmareBeforeAugust.

“Hope your head doesn’t pop for realsies,” Wire winked before making overdramatic stretching motions. Properly limber, he adjusted his seat crossing his calves over each other as the melon began to develop bumps and tears on the skin.

Clasping his hands shut and locking his ankles tight, Wire squeezed his thighs again causing the watermelon to split vertically. Juice sprayed and splattered across his lap and chest, little chunks of melon lightly hit his face from the force.

“Juicy,” Wire laughed.

Heat was the next victim. He wore slightly looser fitting swim trunks that came down mid-thigh. His toned legs were still visible exposing his thorny vine tattoos extended down his thighs stopping at the knee.

Pulling his hair back in a loose bun, Heat lowered safety glasses over his eyes and pulled a travel-sized bottle of tajín from his pocket.

“Really, Heat?”

“What? A man has needs.”

Doing a quick stretch routine, Heat nestled the watermelon in between his thighs. The patron, SlapMyMass_ND_CallMe, was inked across the fruit with bright silver marker.

“Hey is it cheating if I’m holding it with my hands? I just wanna make sure it doesn’t slide out or anything,” Heat asked.

“Heat is weak you heard it here first folks!” Kid crowed in the background, the sunny rays bouncing off his aviator sunglasses. Heat threw a bottle of sun lotion at the redhead.

“Only if you don’t use your hands to actually break it. I don’t know, I would say its fine but we’d need to see your watermelon up close and personal.”

Moving the camera so it was right in front of Heat, “Ok viewers, call his ass out if he cheats!”

Wire was barking with laughter, “OI! JaneyM1098 says: ‘If I’m seeing his ass I’m staying friggin silent, no one snitch!!!!’”

That made Kid and Killer roar with laughter. Heat looked unimpressed with everyone.

Clearing his throat, Heat adjusted himself until he was seated in a yoga position, commonly known as the boat pose. Balancing on his sitting bones, Heat clasped the watermelon vertically in his hands, bringing them to the upper part of his thighs just before the knees.

 Hooking his ankles together quickly, Heat applied an immense amount of pressure that made the watermelon practically crumble between his thighs. Pulp and juice coats his hands and thighs – to which he grabbed his tajín powder and started lightly coating his hands.

“Heat not on camera Jesus!” Kid grimaced as the bluette licked his hands clean.

“Eat my shorts.”

“No [redacted] thanks.”

“Kid you’re up,” Killer threw a towel at the redhead’s face.

Eustass Kid has muscles for days.

His body a never ending river of waves, channels, and dips from the contours of his physique. The perfect amount of muscle to body fat ratio, a near perfect human specimen. Wearing a deep red bathing suit that really should be considered just briefs – they were a snug fit.

“I’ll bust this melon in less than 30 seconds,” Kid proudly boasted, lightly tossing his watermelon in the air. “Hey CraftyBitchNextDoor, I last way longer than that,” he winked at the camera, making the others groan.

Dropping to the ground, Kid leaned at an incline while raising his legs in the air. Putting the melon between his thighs, Kid put his arms behind his head and stuck his tongue out at the camera.

The watermelon put up no resistance as Kid’s thighs squished it, making the melon pop as the red flesh oozed from the rind and all over his body. Juice squirted out and hit his chest, running down to his lap and red chunks of flesh pooled with it as he laid back, proud of his accomplishment.

“That was 8 seconds babe!” Kid his hand up with the sign of the horns, waving it back and forth.

The notifications were beginning to buzz over the music.

“Ok these comments are way too horny for chat, you’re all perverts!” Wire admonished the viewers. “Killer let’s wrap this up, I can’t even say the things I want to say without your audience going [redacted] feral. Suffice to say, I want to shower up and clean this juice off me!”

“Oi don’t rush me, this is my show!” the blonde scoffed, peeling off his sweaty white stringer tank top. Sitting on the floor, Killer rolled the watermelon between his palms as if he was checking to find the fruit’s weak point.

Facing the melon forward so the top donator’s name was easy to see, “- _LickMeImUrLollipop thank you for being one of the most generous people that’s supported this channel. You’re donation was so large I almost wanted to deny it. I feel like I need to pay you back or something,” he chuckled.

“Ohh shit she answered!” Heat called out excitedly. “If you wanna make me dinner as thanks I wouldn’t be opposed.” Letting out a wolf howl, “Killer’s got a hot date!”

“Shut up Heat!” Killer’s neck was flushed red. “Hmmm we’ll talk Lollipop. For now, I’m gonna squish your melon. In the name of Bikers Against Child Abuse!” Killer placed the melon between his thighs.

“I hope you join us for another charity stream in the future y’all. You’ve impressed us so much and we know of a ton of places that can use help from people like you.”

Without further flair, Killer slammed his thighs together making the watermelon burst and fly apart. As red juice and flesh rained around the TikTok influencer, he took a moment to flex his biceps for the camera.

“Yeah, I did that. I slayed that!” Killer chuckled again. “Ok, I’ve getting too silly which means its time to say goodbye,” he stood up with his friends surrounding him.

“I love you all, catch you next time! This has been Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer.”

Live has ended.

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[bepisbee]

Tempest final part

Practice makes perfect

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Nightshade slipped away through the portal into the dark world, right outside Shadow’s little house. They put the bag down inside and stretched outside. “Mmmm you were right.” they took deep breaths of the magic filled air, relaxing. “This is just what we needed.” They could feel the energies flowing through their meshed channels, slowly pulling them away. “Huh.” They sat cross legged against a large tree’s base. “Ya know, maybe we need to recharge here or at the tower once in a while.” Vio rested their head back against the trunk.

“It does feel nice. I don’t feel energy like you usually do on my own.” Shadow hummed happily through their lips. “We can identify individual channels of mana, and their types.” He swirls their hand with some magic wisps. It danced into shapes and some plants. Their four eyes lidded halfway in satiation. They sat for nearly an hour playing with shapes in their hands, telling stories through it or offering each other various flowers. Shadow in the right hand and Vio the left.

A few residents gave them a curious look as they passed, but no one really gave much care. They fit right in, in energy and appearance. They appreciated that. People knew to mind their own business here, for the most part. A strange chime chirped on the front of the house and a little purple flag on the mailbox lifted.

“I have mail?” Shadow mumbled in confusion, and explanation for Vio. He stood them up and shook out their legs that had fallen asleep. He inspected the box to find a few letters. “I never get mail.” All but one was in his language, one Hylian from Zelda. That soon? Time moves slower, an hour here hadn’t been very long there. A month or two was equal to about a year in this world, or so. Vio had never done the exact math. They took them inside and read Dot’s first. It took some effort, and Shadow was quiet, but he felt the flare of shame.

“I’ve told you, love. It’s okay I promise. We can work on it more.” They got the basic gist, that they were welcome to take their time and anything translated could wait. Just something to ease any worries. They had no problems reading the next few. A few of the timid friends he had made here were worried after not seeing him a while, it was sweet. The last was from someone signed as “V xoxo” Vio squinted as a flare of jealousy took their body.

“She just does that! She isn’t into me, I swear.” he raised one set of their hands up. “Besides, darlin. She.” Shadow emphasizes. Vio takes a deep breath and settles down.

“I know. I know. Can’t help it.” He rubs their face. “Who is she?”

“Some really cool warlock lady I met downtown on my first days back. She was really nice, helped me settle in and let me do odd tasks for money.” Shadow doodled her poorly on the back. She had a huge hat and flowy dress. “She knew who I was, I didn’t really question it.”

“Hm. Wanna go see her?” Vio wanted to check out this suspicious ‘friend’ for himself to determine her motives. “She sounds powerful.”

“Oh! Yes please!” he chimes excitedly, “She reminds me of Dot, honestly.” their feet began swinging. “Probably why I just trusted her.”

“Where to, love?”

“Oh, right.” Shadow took them up and outside. It was a short walk to the town center. It was busy with people, most of which ignored them. Some starred in curiosity at the four arms and similarity to Shadow. Sitting on a big crate sure enough was the woman. She was analyzing something on a scroll. She was stunning, and on closer inspection, she really did feel like Dot’s vibe. The woman looked up at them and blinked. Then blinked again, wider.

“....Shadow? What did you…? Where have you been!?”

“Sorta!” he rocked on their heels. “Long story. Adventure thing uh, can we talk somewhere?” Vio lets him lead, only allowing his own curiosity to leak into their senses. The woman took his hand and shadow warped them into a bar, at a corner booth. A classic.

“You are alright?” She insisted.

“We’re good, Vee.” Shadow was swinging his feet again. Vio trusted him, he only felt familial connection and respect from him. It was this figure he was wary of. At her raised eyebrow he clarifies.”We’re a little stuck right now, but this is Vio. My partner!” they were glowing, main eyes in full red and blue, the upper eyes ice blue. Shadow wiggled their four arms at her. “Hence the uh extra limbs and bits.”

“Oh my.” This ‘Vee’ reached out a hand, “May I?”

“Vio?”

“...I suppose.” 

The sorceress took off her giant hat and carefully inspected them. Their body froze. Vio froze. This woman was clearly this world’s version of their Zelda. Obviously much older, a Queen for certain. The shock separated them finally, Shadow and Vio landed in the puffy seat with an “Oof!”

“Oh, huh. Howdya do that?” Shadow looked between the two.

“That was not me.” She frowned.

“Sorry.” Vio looked nervous. “I uh.” he clears his throat and masks his expression. “Didn’t mean to.” Shadow leaned on his side.

“It’s okay, now I can look at you! Properly, Vee this is Vio! He’s crazy smart and a very good archer. He once shot me as high as the clouds from the ground!” His boyfriend beamed, proudly. “Shadow! That is not something to tell the-” he panics, meeting Veran’s knowing gaze. Now she understood. Of course this one realized right away.

“Nonsense. That sounds exciting!” She had a sneaky smirk. “Perhaps you should show us sometime, against practice targets, of course. No shooting Shadow please. He is very much under protection.”

“That was- we weren’t… yes maam.” Vio stammered.

“Maam??” Shadow gives him an incredulous look. “Please don’t call her old! She can turn you into a hat!” she laughed.

“Well, that’s familiar.” He joked, “You’d have to wear me like Ezlo then. I will peck you.” Vio threatens, arms crossed. His eye contact stays even when a pretty waitress drops off some alcohol mugs at the table.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time~” Shadow propped his elbows on the wood table and rested his chin in his hands. Devilish fanged grin accentuating the comeback. The waitress giggles and hides it behind the serving tray. It takes her a minute to collect herself.

“Welcome in! I grabbed the usual. I hope that’s okay, I wasn’t sure your new friend would like.”

“That’s fine, dear, thank you.” Veran dismissed her politely. She caught on and left, obviously still eavesdropping from the bar doing prep work. “Well,” Veran appraised Vio’s otherworldly look. His hair was streaked in purples, the hay color of Link more a honey on his head. She lifted his hands and admired the claws with a hum. “My you do know how to pick them sweetheart. Divine, this one.” She let him go. “If you hadn’t I just might have~ What a brain.”

“Sorry, he’s all mine.” Shadow nipped his ear.

“Well, maybe not for long. You’ll have to share him enough to be a translator.” Shadow looked confused, but she piqued Vio’s interest. “I placed a request for open world borders, trade and artisan teachings at first but perhaps immigration in the future. There’s fruits we can share and I’m sure trading knowledge would be invaluable to us both.” Poor Shadow was lost, but he knew when Vio was getting hyper fixated. “I would love a tour of your little town, I’ll give one in return. Magic lessons are also on the table. I would adore seeing what you two can do together. Have you tried much?”

“Nothing rather non destructive, aside from minor energy manipulation. We came here to test some actually. We aren’t limited in resources here.”

“You are limited?”

“In my world. I can create a consumable to restore it, like a dark mana potion,” he starts talking with his hands and Shadow knows it is all over for him. They are going to be here for hours. Not that he minds listening to Vio infodump, it’s entertaining and he loves how expressive he becomes. But it’s not as fun when you can’t contribute. Veran is generous enough to keep his drinks flowing though. Eventually he falls asleep, cheek squished against his shoulder, drooling a little.

“Perhaps you should take him home,” she gestures, amused. “I think we are boring him,” Veran giggles. “Plus a few too many.”

“He isn’t used to drinking. We only do it at parties or dances.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “Can we meet you tomorrow? As Nightshade, for magic?” She nods. “Thank you.” Vio gave her a meaningful look.

“Absolutely.”

They spent more time practicing, and perfecting their merges. Vio rambled a theory about how his change might have altered their capability to be more codependent. They got it down and learned a lot of skills and magic. They did in fact create magic bomb arrows, and Shadow was able to read some simple sentences in Hylian. He learned more about this world, and Vio was delighted to find the Dark World also had Minish. They snuck off for themselves more than a few times. Shadow made him forget a meeting one morning. It ended up with being busted in an awkwardly compromising position. Shadow just had to jinx it, saying they wouldn’t be caught, they had time, just five more minutes.

When they left, letters from Veran in hand, she gave them a gift. A small necklace, similar to a moon pearl. It was a magic source directly to the Dark World for Vio. It was weak enough to not be an item of interest for someone like Vaati.

Unfortunately their return to the courtyard was a little off the math. Vio assumed it to be close to nighttime. It was afternoon. They effectively scared the shit out of Green who was carving something out of wood. The blade dug into his hand and he hissed

“Din’s fuckin fires you scared me! Assholes!” he shook his hand.

“Green!? Oh- I apologize, I was off on my time of day here.” Vio frowned and Shadow took Green’s hand. He inspected the injury, noting how much more calloused his hands were than Vio’s.

“Whoops.” Shadow winced. Well now was as good a time as any to practice his new mending spell. He furrowed his brow super seriously. “Hold still.” Green watched as purple magic threaded a stitch into his sliced hand and pressed the skin together, it was healed shut when the magic string disappeared.

“Woah, is that new?”

“Yes!” Shadow looked so proud.

“Good job,” Green put away his project. “And welcome back. I see you’ve managed to seperate, did you guys have fun?”

Vio nodded, a sly smile on his face. Green regarded him with silent suspicion. He was met with a raised eyebrow in challenge. Shadow watched the silent conversation unfold. Green crossed his arms and Vio waved the official looking papers as a vague answer.

“Always something extra with you two,” he sighed, but smiled in teasing. “Dot’s in the study if you need her, I think Red is too. He’s been spending a lot of time up there lately. It’s odd for him, he doesn’t really have the patience to sit around still.”

“Interesting.” Vio holds Shadow’s hand through the walk.

“Dinner’s in two hours!” Green calls at them, with the implication of an invitation to join them.

Shadow awed over Dot’s hair when they arrived. Red sitting on the desk with feet swinging seemed content. A forgotten tea set sat on a nearby table, long cold. Vio gave her the situation, and they got to work. With them being brain deep into work, Red and Shadow left to find other things to do. Or other people to bother, really. Red offered to show Shadow how he cooked if he promised not to blow anything up or light it on fire on purpose.

He didn’t. On purpose, anyway.

Everyone politely ignored the occasional char after hearing Shadow had helped and done his best. Vio nudged him with a soft smile, whispering in his ear. Whatever he said made the notched points twitch up in delight, and improved his mood the rest of the meal. Green and Vio shared knowing looks at Red and Dot’s subtle flirting. It was obvious he had favored her in portion, quality, and attention.

Vio cleared his throat.

“So, um.” he rarely started something so unsure and it grabbed their attention. “We were talking and… we would like to have our own place. Not that our rooms are bad or anything! Not at all. It was very nice staying just to ourselves with quiet in the Dark World. And taking care of a home, and… such.” Shadow tilted his head at him. “I was hoping perhaps to build something in the Minish Wood near Grandpa Smith’s? It would get enough shade for us, and…” Vio wasn’t sure how to explain his want for domesticity with Shadow without sounding improper or like a sap. “I would still be doing my duties of course! The space to harbor materials and research would be wonderful.”

“Ohhh boy, the librarian is really not getting her books back now.” Red laughs at Vio’s momentary blush.

“That sounds really calming.” Blue interjects his support. “Might do you some good to have the quiet. And you can’t accidentally explode the castle.” he looks pointedly at Shadow.

“I said sorry!” he threw his hands up dramatically. It broke the tension with a group laugh.

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Dot smiled sweetly. “We’ll help where we can.”

“Thank you,” Vio looked relieved. They could play as they wanted, and he could be a monster Hylian as he wanted. And make and share meals with Shadow. He got lost in his thoughts, blissful expression. “They could do chores, and share a bed officially theirs, and be right there in the forest for plants and herbs and travel to town for supplies and foods and gifts and crafts to decorate! They could sell potions or information! They could spend personal time without being interrupted again. They could hang out with the forest Minish, he could teach Shadow Piccori…”

“Uh-” Shadow’s face was very red. “Vio. Darling. Shut up please.”

“Huh?” he blinked at Shadow.

“You are saying that all outloud Vio!”

“You didn’t hear any of that!” he stood up, taking Shadow with him and ran off to their room in absolute mortification. He heard them laughing good naturedly the whole way out.

[corner-stories]

August prompt: Jeankasa + watermelon

August Prompts 🍋

16. Watermelon (ao3.)

Jean is insistent that he be the one to row — not only because his boat is best operated by a single person, but also because he's far more familiar with the area than she is. 

Mikasa doesn't put up a fight. Instead she watches him haul his rowboat across the wooden dock, then pushes it into the water where it floats between the sea and the river. She makes herself useful by holding the oars, but once he's done loading some extra items into the boat he takes said oars from her grasp. He gestures for her to step in with all the manners of a gentleman, even if his paint-splattered trousers and ill-fitting shirt paint a completely different image of him. 

They sit face to face as Jean rows towards the inland, where the water is untouched by the salt of the sea. He works in silence — his face locked into a look of concentration, his hands affixed to the ends of the oars, his breaths synchronized to every stroke. The August sky above them is bright, but at this point in the morning the air feels cool. The sun may be hanging in the atmosphere, but the rays have yet to truly warm the land. There is a very slight breeze blowing at her skin, ruffling the ends of her skirt and hair as the boat travels further and further. She finds herself admiring the scenery around them, to the trees by the river's edge, those that seem to grow out of the water instead of the ground. The trunks are thin but stand tall around them, like buildings in a city. 

When Mikasa looks forward again she can see the hint of a smile on Jean’s face — it’s impossible to ignore. She notices the way his shoulders move, methodically and mechanically underneath his billowy shirt. There's a familiarity to how he holds himself in the middle of a river, as well as a broadness to his back that had undoubtedly been trained on these very waters. She thinks of how much time he must have spent here alone, rowing so constantly to fight whatever's on his mind. She’s tempted to ask him how many people he's brought to this very spot, but a tightness in her stomach warns her against it. 

So to distract herself she looks down at the bottom of the boat. At Jean’s boots she can spot the extra items he had packed for their trip, things he had bundled in a cloth and tied with string. Before she can ask what they are, Jean speaks — 

“Here we go.”

When she glances up at him he's resting the oars in the catches of the boat. The dinghy goes still in the water before he gestures around him. Mikasa’s eyes follow his hand. 

The first thing she spots is a pair of ducks on the water, a sight she's seen many times before in the ponds and streams around Shiganshina. But what strikes her as different is what comes trailing after them — a flock of ducklings with fuzzy feathers swimming after their beloved parents. They're so tiny that they could fit into the palm of her hand, creatures that she imagines to be as delicate as thinly blown glass.

With a smile on her face she meets Jean's eyes across the boat. “This is what we came all this way for?” 

“You don’t sound disappointed,” Jean points out. He reaches down to retrieve the bundle of cloth. He tugs at the string and unfurls the material — what lies inside are repurposed jars, and inside said jars look to be some kind of food. “Do you wanna feed them?”

Eagerly, Mikasa nods as Jean opens one of the containers. He hands it to her and inside she can see what he's gathered for the birds — little scraps of summer fruit, mainly watermelon that’s more rind than melon, though she can spot some berries at the bottom. 

She takes a bit of fruit into the palm of her hand. “How do you know they can eat watermelon?” 

Jean shrugs. “Because bread makes ‘em them shit weird.”

Mikasa rolls her eyes at the ever eloquent Jean Kirschtein. She hands him the jar before leaning her elbow on the edge rowboat. She reaches to the water as far as she can, carefully holding her hand to the little duck family enjoying a morning swim. A few bits of watermelon begin floating on the surface, catching the attention of the babies in particular. The little ones begin paddling toward her as fast as their tiny flippers can take them. Suddenly the cutest creatures on this side of Paradis are eating chunks of melon out of her palm. 

Once her hand is empty she turns back to Jean, who is already opening the jar to pour her another handful of fruit. With more food she leans against the edge of the boat again, the duck parents now closer to them and happily accepting her offer of blueberries.

She and Jean repeat this little dance a few more times, her feeding the river birds while he gladly assists. She doesn’t know how much time passes before they're all out of food. She expects the family to immediately swim away once there's nothing left, and true to the belief the Mama and Papa ducks begin paddling towards the trees again. But as Mikasa settles back into her spot on the boat, she notices some of the ducklings still surrounding the dinghy. The beaming look on her face remains as the smallest ones linger around for a few more seconds, perhaps in anticipation for another handful of watermelon, before rejoining their family once more. 

When she looks at Jean again she notices a handful of things about him — the wind rustling his ashy hair, the unkempt scruff on his face, the tenderness now permeating the hazel of his eyes. 

“What?” she asks, though a part of her already knows the answer. 

“I'm just glad you came out here, Mikasa,” he tells her, and something about the way he speaks to her makes her heartbeat just a little bit faster. 

She rests her hand on her thigh, idly grasping her own skirt to distract herself before saying —

“I am, too.” 

[wildthingpoorboy]

Hot Tub Love Machine

RWBY

Yang Xiao Long/Taiyang Xiao Long

Rating: E

CW: Incest, underage drinking

"Girls!" Taiyang called out. "Girls, come outside and see this."

His daughters, Yang and Ruby, sat across from each other in the dining room. Ruby looked up from her book, and Yang up from her phone. The girls glanced at each other and shrugged. They had no idea what their father was up to, but he really wanted them to find out. The girls went out to the backyard to find their father standing proudly next to a small black and white pool that stood at least three feet tall.

"Ta-da!" he said, complete with jazz hands.

"That's great, dad," said Ruby. "What is it?"

"What is it?" he repeated. "It's my birthday gift to me."

"Your birthday was four months ago," Yang corrected with her arms crossed. "And I would know. I gave you everything you wanted and couldn't sit right for a week."

"What?" Ruby flatly asked.

"Never mind her, Ruby. Just look at this," Taiyang stammered, hoping to change the topic. "Okay, so it's a late birthday gift. Sue me. I got my bonus at work and figured, why not splurge?"

"Splurge on a pool?" Yang asked.

"Not just any pool," her father replied. "This is the Chillax Wave 4000 luxury outdoor hot spa. Seats four adults, has a fourteen nozzle jet blaster, can go up to a hundred degrees in five minutes, has a digital control panel and even an app so I can play music."

"That's great, dad," said Ruby.

"Hell yeah, it is," said her older sister. "This is so cool. Can we try it out?"

"Sure thing, sweetie. As soon as I figure out how to set it up," said Taiyang. His daughters froze in their tracks and gave each other a concerned looks.

"What?" Ruby asked.

"What about what?"

"Look, dad, no offense but you're not exactly the most...technical guy," warned Ruby.

"Yeah, I mean, remember what happened when you tried to fix my bike?" added Yang.

"I bought you another one," her father said. "Besides I might need some help so if one of you could-"

"Not it!" said Ruby as quick as she could.

"Not i-dammit," growled Yang.

"In the event that dad floods the backyard, I'll be at Uncle Qrow's. Later," chirped Ruby. And with that, she dashed out the door leaving Yang alone with her father.

"She knows I was kidding, right? The guy I bought it from installed it," Taiyang sighed. "Still wanna try it out?"

"Hell yeah!" Yang ran to the tub, unbuttoning her top before being stopped by her father.

"Whoa, hold on there, sweetie. You're not going in like that."

"What do you mean?" asked Yang.

"It's brand new," he said matter-of-factly. "You gotta rinse off before you can get in. And don't just jump in with your clothes. They're dirty."

"Oh come on." Yang pulled her hair up and stuck a pose. "I was gonna take them off."

"As much as I'd like to see that," said Taiyang, eyeing his daughter up and down, "You gotta change. Besides, I gotta change too and the tub needs to warm up. So off with you."

"Fine," Yang whined. "Whatever."

As much as Taiyang would have loved to follow his daughter into the shower, he was just excited as she was to try out his new hot tub. Taiyang rinsed off in his own shower, changed into swim trunks and grabbed a cold six-pack of beer before heading out to the back yard.

The sun was starting to set. The hot tub already bubbling. He could even see a little bit of steam coming out from it. Setting the beer aside, Taiyang slowly climbed into the tub. The hot water stung at first, but then relaxed the muscles the deeper he went until he sat in the corner. His arms out, Taiyang grabbed one of his beers.

"Starting without me, huh?"

Taiyang stared in awe. His daughter approached the hot tub wearing nothing but a little black bikini that barely contained her large full breasts. Her hair tied up in a pony tail, letting him get a better look at her beautiful face.

"How's the water?" she asked.

"Perfect," he answered. "Just like you."

"I've told you before, dad," she scoffed. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

Taiyang stared eagerly at Yang's long smooth legs going over the side to get into the tub. Her butt moving across his face for a second got a wide grin out of him. His teenage daughter sighed in delight as she lowered herself into the adjacent corner.

"That feels so good," she cooed. Yang tilted her head, noticing the beers next to her father's corner. "And you brought beer."

"My beer," he said sternly.

"Oh come on, dad," she complained. "You bought this so we could relax, so let us relax."

"No, I bought it so I could relax," he scolded. "It was my bonus. Therefore, it's my hot tub. And my beer."

"At least let me try it," Yang said.

"No way," he replied. "You are still very much not twenty one yet."

"Yeah, but a beer might get me to loosen up." Yang sat up straight and put her arms together to push out her chest. She gave her boobs a jiggle causing Taiyang to arch a brow.

"Don't you want your daughter to have a good time?" she teased.

"It would be irresponsible of me to let my teenage daughter drink alcohol," he started. "But I supposed doing the exact opposite wouldn't hurt."

"Alright," Yang cheered.

"You get to have one beer, okay?" Taiyang handed his daughter one of his beers. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her chest stretch out her bikini top more as she took a big swig of her drink.

"Nothing like an ice cold beer after a long day," she said.

"And how would you know that?" he father asked.

Yang gave her father a knowing look.

"Okay, but you're only getting the one. And under supervision too."

One beer turned to three for each of the Xiao Longs, and a few minutes in the hot tub became an hour. The sunset became the evening. The pool was luminated from the bottom, shining a blue glow on Yang and her father. The two laughing in their respective corners.

"I don't know if it's the beer or the hot tub, but I'm starting to feel bubbly," joked Yang.

"No kidding," her father said. "You know, for a hot tub, this was a pretty cool purchase."

"Shop right there," said Yang, "I need to say good-buy."

"I knew you just wanted to get into my pants," joked Taiyang. "Because that's where my wallet is."

"You?" asked Yang. She playfully shook her tits again. "I'm the one with the nickels and boobs."

"Then just call me a gold digger," Taiyang laughed. "Because I'll be drilling a hot blonde."

"You sure about that?" Yang grabbed her boobs in her hands and played with them. "After all these are huge tracts of land."

With that, Taiyang reached down and pulled off his swim trunks, tossing them out of the hot tub. Yang stared wide-eyed at her dad's erection. She'd seen it before. A lot. But it still amazed her every time. It was long and thick. Its girth was only emphasized with how veiny it was. She could even see the head tipped with pre-cum.

"Then get ready to set sail, sweetie," said her father. "Because I'm at full mast."

Yang quickly finished her beer, her eyes never looking away from her father's cock.

"What's the matter, sunshine?" Taiyang mockingly asked. "Never seen a dragon this big before?"

Yang scoffed and rolled her eyes. She hated it when he called his dick a dragon.

"Yeah, this bad boy was able to get me two baby mommas," Taiyang boasted. "Feels good knowing I'm the sexy member of the family."

"Uh, excuse you?" said Yang, missing the pun. "If anyone is the sexy family member, it's me. I mean, have you seen this body? Do you know how many guys at school ogle me just from walking down the hall? Even chicks want me."

"Yeah, but could you resist the grand dragon?" Taiyang moved to Yang's corner. They were shoulder to shoulder. Taiyang stroking his dick. It actually looked like it was getting bigger, much to Yang's surprise.

Not to be outdone by her father, Yang pulled the strings of the bikini, tossing it off, freeing her breasts, and presenting them in her hands.

"Could you resist these?" Yang said in a sultry tone, pinching her nipples and giving out exaggerated moans.

Suddenly, Taiyang reached over and pulled his daughter closer to him. His hands groping Yang's large perky breasts.

"Dad?" she yelped.

"I guess I can't, sweetie," Taiyang chuckled. His lips sucking on his daughter's nipples, earning real moans from her.

"Dad." Yang's fingers ran through his hair. Her body waving to get closer to him. Yang squealed when her father let her tit out of his mouth with a loud pop, only to start sucking on the other.

"Dad, please," she pleaded.

"I'm sorry, baby." Taiyang leaned back and picked up his topless daughter setting her down on his lap. He guided her hand to his cock. Yang stroked it while their lips met. Their tongues dancing around, each one trying to get into the mouth of the other.

"I guess you were right," Taiyang said between kisses. "You are the hot one."

"You're not so bad yourself." Yang pawed at her father's chest. Nicely toned. Defined. Still with six pack abs. For a teacher and father of two girls, Taiyang kept himself in great shape.

Yang's attention went back to her father's cock. She kept stroking him at an even pace.

"Just look at this cock," she said, at the risk of inflating her father's ego some more. "It's huge. I don't think the guys at school could even compare."

"That's because they're boys, sweetie," Taiyang said. "This here's a man's dick. Why don't you go ahead and have a taste?"

"Don't mind if I do."

Yang licked her lips, grabbing her father's dick at the base. Her lips met the head and then pushed down to take more of him into her mouth. Taiyang sighed in pleasure. Good thing no one was around to see them. His head leaned back. His eyes fluttering. Not exactly a flattering look for someone who considered himself a ladies man. Instead his ego and bluster melted away every time his daughter's head bobbed up and down.

Yang wasn't fairing any better. She didn't want to give her father more of a big head than he already had, but he really did have a big head. She moved slowly, the only way she could. Bubbles from the hot tub tickled her face to say nothing of her father's pubic hair. With the opposite hand she cradled his balls. She could feel the veins pulsing.

"Stop, baby, stop," Taiyang reluctantly cried out. Yang pulled away. A smidge of disappointment across her face.

"You're too good at that," Taiyang sighed. "Besides we're just getting started."

"Oh yeah?" Yang perked up. "What do you have in mind, daddy?"

"Bend over," he commanded.

Yang smiled. Standing up from the water, Yang turned away from her father. She leaned forward. Hands on the rim of the hot tub. Her legs long enough to have her ass just above the water. She chuckled to herself. Good thing this is a hot tub she thought.

Taiyang was more focused on his daughter's figure. Just one adjustment had to be made. With one tug, the string of the bikini bottoms became undone and discarded. Now both Xiao Longs stood naked. The blue light from the hot tub luminating the two. Yang looking over her shoulder at her father. Taiyang's hands tracing the shape of his daughter's legs, then the hips, then her ass, and finally reaching her pussy.

"Beautiful," he said.

"Dad, hurry up," Yang whined. "I look stupid like this."

"Don't worry, princess," Taiyang stood tall with one hand on his daughter's hips. The other hand guiding his cock into her.

"I don't know if it's you or the hot tub, but I'm about to boil over."

"Well then my goose is cooked," she replied. "It can't wait for that raw passion."

"Oh, the passion isn't going to be the only thing that's raw."

With one thrust, Taiyang shoved himself deep into his daughter until his hips smacked her ass. The Xiao Longs swore at the sudden movement, but with both hands on his daughter's hips, Taiyang pounded Yang from behind.

"Dammit, dad," Yang yelled. "Don't shove it all in at once. It's too big."

Yang's scolding ignored, Taiyang fucked his daughter relentlessly. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh only matched by the splashing in the hot tub. The two drenched and soaking wet. They couldn't tell if it was from the tub or from sweat. Then came the panting. The moans of delight. The quiet whispers of swearing and joy. The incestuous couple enjoying the feeling of one another. Her soft skin. His hard muscles. Her tight pussy. His thick cock.

As much as he didn't want this to end, Taiyang could feel his balls tighten. The heat of his daughter's womanhood gripping him, bringing him closer to the edge.

"Who's you're daddy?" Taiyang asked during his panting. His question ignored by Yang, cliché as it was.

"Come on," he tried again. "Who's daddy's big tittied dragon?"

"What?" Yang asked, bracing herself so her father didn't push her over the edge of the hot tub.

"Come on," he repeated, not letting up from his pounding. "Tell me who daddy's big tittied dragon is."

'That's so stupid,' Yang thought. 'I thought the dragon was his dick.'

"Say it," Taiyang demanded.

"No."

Taiyang leaned forward. Yang could feel her father put his weight on her. And then his hands moving. One to her breast, pinching her nipple. The other down to her pussy. His fingers finding her clit and rubbing over it.

"Tell me," he whispered in her ear. "Tell me who's daddy's big tittied...aw fuck."

Stimulation overwhelmed the pair. Taiyang couldn't even finish his sentence before releasing his load inside his daughter, bringing her to her own orgasm. The pair groaned and trembled. Their muscles tensing up and then becoming weak. Yang held on to the rim of the tub. Her father hanging on to her by her boobs, peppering her back with kisses.

"I'm...I'm daddy's..." she said, trying to catch her breath. "I'm daddy's...big tittied...I'm daddy's big tittied dragon."

Taiyang slumped backwards, falling into a corner. Yang followed soon after, crawling up to cuddle under an arm. Her hands on his heaving chest. His pulling her closer.

"I think we've been in here too long," he said.

"Yeah," Yang agreed. "Even...even I'm starting to feel lighted headed. And I think I'm pruning."

"And we finished all the beer," he laughed.

Yang laughed along with him. She leaned her head under his chest. Sitting there for a moment, in his arms, she thought of all the ways he made her feel. Happy. Safe. Fulfilled. Horny? Yang looked up at her father to see if he felt the same, but she saw him looking back at her. And she could tell. She knew. The two shared a soft kiss.

"Come on," he said, standing up. "Let's get outta here."

"What about our clothes?"

"Leave them," Taiyang answered.

"And the beer?" she asked.

"Get some more from the fridge."

"We're still soaked."

"I got some clean towels in my room," he said. "Come on. We're just getting started."

"Right," Yang said. "Beer. Nudity. What's the worst that can happen?"

--

Yang woke with a groan. She picked herself up, having slept face down on the bed. The first thing she noticed was that she was still naked. The second thing she noticed was that this was not her bed.

"Ow, my head," she said. The throbbing headache was the third thing she noticed. Yang pulled loose strands of hair out of her mouth and tried to wipe off the drool from her mouth. At least, she thought it was drool.

Looking around, it took her a moment to realize that she was in her father's bedroom. The room itself was a mess. Beer cans littered the floor along with the cover for the bed. Her father, still asleep, face down on the other side of the bed. Naked, of course, with his ass in the air, snoring without a care in the world.

"This is exactly how I thought my first hangover would be like," Yang said to herself. "Waking up naked next to some strange guy. Well, at least I know the strange guy."

Yang winced in pain, discovering various aches and sore parts as she moved around. She noticed that her hair was an absolute mess along with various marks along her neck. Her father wasn't much better, seeing the scratch marks across his back.

"Boop," she chirped, poking her dad's butt. Then she slapped her dad's ass, saying, "Dad butt," as she did.

Taiyang jolted for a second but stayed asleep.

"Good," she said. "I'm too sore for good morning sex."

Yang yawned and slumped off the bed, grabbing one of her dad's shirts to throw on. It's was obviously too big for her, but it would prevent Ruby from seeing her private bits and that's what mattered.

Yang kept yawning all the way to the kitchen where she saw her little sister, sipping on a drink.

"Morning, Ruby," she said, patting her little sister's head.

"It's lunchtime," Ruby pointed out.

"Is it?" Yang asked. "Damn."

Yang sat across from her sister, not noticing her glare.

"The tub is pretty cool," Yang said. "Wanna give it a try?"

"Oh sure," Ruby answered, dripping with sarcasm. "I'd love to take a dip in the new hot tub. After you clean it up!"

Ruby pointed a confused Yang to the backyard where swim trunks, bikini parts, and beer cans still laid discarded.

"Oops."

"Seriously? Skinny dipping in the hot tub?" Ruby asked. "Don't be gross, Yang."

[rainydaymiscellaneous]

Mind the Deaths (Xavier x Fem!Reader) pt 1

Warnings: swearing, death, verbal abuse, long as fuck to a point where I had to make two parts

You stood in front of your dorm room door of Evermore, your mother by your side. "So this is it? Just this? Dump me and hope for the best?" You asked. "Y/n, we both know-" "That I'm the freak you never asked for? Oh yes mother, you've made your stance PERFECTLY clear." You said, crossing your arms. "Stop saying mother like that." She said. "Like what?" You scoffed. "Like there's going to be another word after it." She huffed.

"This is ridiculous! I don't want to be here. I want to go-" the dorm room door opened. "Hello!" A girl greeted. Her eyes were a piercing blue. "Siren?" You muttered confused. "I'm Nia. You must be my new roommate Y/n." She said. You sighed. "I'm trying to work that out." You muttered. "Yes, she is." Your mother spoke over you. You glared. "Have fun." She said before leaving you. You stood in the hall, watching the staircase hoping this was some sort of sick joke.

Your mother didn't return though. You sighed, dragging your trunk into the room. "Lemme guess. You weren't brought here willingly?" Nia asked. "No. I wasn't." You breathed. "Well, we're all outcasts at Nevermore. I'm a siren. The girls across the hall are Enid and Wednesday, one's a werewolf the other's a sociopath." She said. "I thought everyone had supernatural abilities here?" You asked. "Most of us do. We got one normie teacher but that's really it. Bee kid out in the shed is weird too. Don't think he's got powers. What about you? Do anything?" She asked, sitting on her bed cross legged.

You retreated back, sitting on your bed and putting your head to your knees. "...Okay you don't wanna talk about it! That's cool! That's totally cool! Leaves a mystery!" Nia assured, noticing you seemed sad. "Hey. Why don't I give you a tour? Did your mom already take you on it?" Nia asked. You shook your head. "Oh! Come on then! Let's go, you'll love it here. We're not all gothy freaks like most of Jericho thinks." She said getting up. "Oh but grab a jacket, it gets cold." She said. "I don't have one. I was forced into this, clothes were shoved in. No jackets." You said. Nia looked at you sympathetically. "Oh... well I'm sure we can snag you one from the lost and found." She said.

You followed her downstairs, walking with her. "So of course this is school so cliques are a thing. Sirens are who I kick it with because... duh. I mean, we hang out with others besides sirens. Bianca, the head honcho around here used to date that guy-" she pointed to a normal looking boy on a bench. He had longer hair, pulled back out of his eyes... he was cute. "Course, things have been super tense between them. Messy break up." She said. You knocked shoulders with a girl, your eyes glazing over as you had a vision.

Sound drowned out as you saw her against stone, a knife in her side and blood dripping from her head.

No not here. Not now.

No one knew what happened. Just that you pointed at Wednesday Adaams and let out a blood curdling scream that was almost inhuman. The girl looked at you confused as your finger dropped, your nose bleeding and you fell back, hitting the ground on your ass. Nia gaped and you hyperventilated.

Xavier looked around noticing everyone staring at you. You seemed scared, panicked, upset. Definitely like you wanted to be away from people. He got up, slipping past Nia. "Who's this, your new roommate?" He asked her quietly. "Ye-yeah I don't know what happened. One minute I was on sirens the next she was screaming." Nia said. He turned back to you as you covered your ears, shaking. "I'm getting her out of here." He said before walking over and kneeling to you. "Hey, I'm Xavier... you wanna get out of here?" He asked. You looked up confused, tears falling. "I-I-" you noticed everyone staring. "Y-Yes please" you breathed. He extended his hand but you seemed TERRIFIED of touch.

You slowly got up on your own, following him out. You followed him to a library, him and you sitting in a corner. "You good?" He asked. You shook your head. "That was... a pretty loud scream back there." He said, looking at you. You pulled your legs into your chair, hiding your face in your knees. You shivered from the cold of the air conditioning. "We don't have to talk. I can just draw and you can calm down." He said softly. You nodded and sat there.

It must've been hours that you sat there in that chair. "So have I become an official social outcast?" You asked. He looked up finally. "That? No, you'd have to do a lot worse than that." He assured. You seemed slightly relieved by that statement. You looked down at Xavier's sketchbook seeing a butterfly. "That's really good." You said softly. He smiled. "Want to see something cool?" He asked. You nodded and he reached into the book somehow, pulling out a live version of his drawing. You gaped and he chuckled, the butterfly flying to you. You let it perch on your fingers, smiling as it did.

Something about you automatically had him hooked. "This is beautiful" you said softly. "I do it all the time with birds. Wednesday seems to think it's cool when it's spiders." He said. You cringed slightly at that, the butterfly flying back into the sketchbook. "Not a fan of arachnids?" He asked with a grin. "Definitely not." You said with a small smile. "I think Nia mentioned Wednesday... who is she?" You asked. "The girl you... knocked into." Xavier admitted. You pauses before groaning.

"What was that?" He asked. You sighed. "I'm a banshee." You admitted. He blinked. "What?" He asked. "When someone is about to die and I touch them, I can see how they die. And I involuntarily scream in the process" you added. He frowned. "Woah woah woah. Wait. You saw Wednesday die!?" He asked shocked. "Yeah... Yeah I did." You sighed. "We should probably report that to the headmaster-" "I really do not want to make a report on my first day." You breathed.

He slowly nodded. "Is that why you're here?" He asked. You didn't respond to that question. Just seemed sad. Very sad actually. "Sorry... sorry. Forget I asked." He said. You nodded. You shivered again and he pulled off his jacket, wrapping it around you. You jumped at his touch at first but once you didn't have a vision you seemed more relaxed. "Thanks." You said. "No problem." He shrugged.

Students sat at a table out of view from you. "Dude, did you see that new girl? The fuck was that?" You frowned and Xavier noticed. "I know. God that scream..."

"Wanna see the cool spots around school?" He asked abruptly. You turned back to him before nodding. The two of you got up, him walking behind you. He shot the table of gossipers a dirty look before leaving with you.

You followed him all around campus, him pointing out places where he went to relax. Your particularly favorite one was the dock. You seemed to like the area. "Hey, Xavier?" You asked. "Hm?" He asked. "Thanks for this." You said. He smiled. "No problem." He said. You lookat your watch. "Curfew is about to start. I should go." You realized. You nearly took off his jacket but he stopped you. "Keep it. It looks better on you." He said. You pulled it back on. "Thanks." You said before running off. Xavier had a smile pull to his lips before he left to his dorm.

You closed the door to the dorm and Nia sat up, taking out her ear buds. You jumped looking at her. "I have so many questions right now. The biggest one being 'is that Xavier's jacket?'" She asked. "Uhm... yeah. It is." You said. She gaped at you. "Oh my god. If you date him you're screwed." She said. You looked confused. "Bianca will flip her shit!" She summarized. "I didn't say anything about dating anyone! I just want to lie down and forget this day ever happened." You sighed. "Fine... you're right. Good night." She mumbled. You laid down on your bed, wrapping yourself in your covers.

You didn't know when you fell asleep. Just that you woke up to Nia getting ready. You leaned up and she snorted. "Roommate to roommate, brush your hair." She said tossing you a hairbrush. "Look. I don't care whatever your screamy deal is. I want us to be friends." She said. You slowly nodded. "Thanks... and I didn't mean to start off on the wrong foot I just..." You sighed. "I need ground rules." You said. She nodded. "No touching me without my permission. No pushing me out of my comfort zone and no questioning my abilities. Please." You said. She slowly nodded. "Yeah... okay. Seems... fair. A little confusing but fair." She said.

You nodded. "Oh yeah, Miss Thornhill dropped these off." She handed you a bag. You backed away. "Right. Touching." She sat the bag on the floor. "This doesn't have to do with what I am, right?" She asked. "What? Oh god no! No! It has to do with what I am." You said, picking up the bag. The Nevermore uniform was in the bag, along with a note. "The rest of your things are expected to arrive tomorrow."

So this really was it. Your mom gave up. You sighed, changing into the uniform. You opened the door and there was Wednesday Adaams, her hand up and prepared to knock on the door. "Oh... hello Wednesday." Nia said. "Hello Nia. Leave us please." Wednesday said in her usual monotone voice. "Okay... Y/n, come to me if you need me." She said walking out.

You were uncomfortable. "Why did you point and scream?" She said. You stood there. "Uh... well I... I'm psychic." You said. A half truth. "Funny, I don't think I've ever screamed randomly and pointed at the source of my vision. A half truth won't save you. " Wednesday said. You stared at her before sighing. "I'm a banshee. I see death, I saw yours." You admitted. "...Was it thrilling?" She asked. "More like traumatizing." You breathed.

"Please don't say anything... I don't want to be known as the freaky death kid." You mumbled. "I think I have that title already. What did you see?" She asked. You stared confused. "What?" "What did you see? How did I die?" She asked. "You were stabbed and hit in the head." You answered. "Mm. I always thought I'd die to a guillotine." She said before leaving.

You stood there in silence to process what just happened before finally going to class. Of course all chairs were taken. "Oh there's an open spot with Mister Thorpe." Miss Thornhill said. You looked to see Xavier who was smiling as you sat next to him. You noticed someone staring daggers into you. A girl who was a siren was glaring at you. "I see you kept the jacket." He said. "Well it's cozy." You said with a chuckle before turning to the teacher.

You looked down seeing Xavier's newest drawing of a flower. "Also, let's give a warm welcome to our newest student, Y/n L/n." She said. "Hi Y/n." Everyone said with a monotone voice. Xavier had a smile on his face though, you smiling back. "You don't think newbie is going to try something... do you?" A girl whispered to Bianca. She frowned. "She better not." She said through clenched teeth.

You smiled at something Xavier said, him pulling the flower from the pages and handing it to you. She gritted her teeth. "Hey, question." You said. "Mm?" He hummed. "Who's that girl trying to kill me with looks?" You asked. He slowly turned before sighing. "Bianca."

Right. You remember Nia mentioned her. He looked annoyed by her. "Now, here are your homework sheets, and-" her hand brushed against yours, your eyes glazing over as you had a vision. Xavier frowned watching as you grew still. Wednesday rose a brow.

Another vision, this one hazy. A man in a colonist hat next to her. It was like the scene changed and there she was on the ground covered in bees.

A scream left your lips, papers falling from Miss Thornhill's hands. You jolted back, regaining consciousness, hitting the floor. Xavier kneeled by your side, you covering your ears again. "What the fuck" "that's the second time she's done this." "What is wrong with her?"

Tears fell from your face as Xavier pulled you to his chest. "Xavier... w-would you take m-miss L/n to Weems? Please?" Thornhill asked. He nodded. He guided you up, the two of you leaving. "What just happened?" He asked you quietly as you walked with his arm around you. "She's-She's going to die- Wednesday a-and now this-" you couldn't breathe. It felt awful that your abilites meant death. He hugged you, you sobbing into his chest.

It took a while to calm you down so you could go to Weems. When you did, she was sitting at her desk with a glass of water at the ready. "Hello Miss L/n." She said softly. "Hi..." you breathed. "I've heard you've had... outbursts since you've gotten here..." she said. "Not outbursts... visions..." you corrected. "This is your ability, correct?" She asked. "Yes." You nodded. "Miss Thornhill said you screamed at her... What did you see?" She asked. You inhaled a shaking breath.

"I saw bees. A lot of them... And a man. With a hat and a cane..." you said. "Mm... and of Miss Adaams?" She asked. "I saw her against some sort of stone wall. She had a knife in-in her stomach and-and some sort of gash on her head." You said. Miss Weems leaned back, looking at you.

"I've worked with many creatures. Shapeshifters. Sirens. Even ghosts. I have never seen a banshee." She said. "Neither have most supernatural specialists." You muttered. "You are a rarity indeed. But I have done my reseach. Your visions cannot be stopped. Which is the bad part. The good part? We can get you help. Someone to talk to, to allow you to feel less secluded." She said. You remained quiet. "Would you like that?" She asked. You nodded slowly.

Xavier sat in a chair just outside of Weems' office. "We will begin tomorrow. I'll pull you from class, alright? Try to rest." Weems said walking you out. You nodded before sighing as the door closed. Xavier stood up. "Therapy. She thinks I need therapy." You sighed. He didn't say anything. "I need a break and it's only day two in this hellscape." You breathed. "I know a place." He said.

You followed him through the woods. "Out of all the people so far I thought Wednesday would murder me. Not you." You said. "Wha- what would make you bring that up?" He asked. "Well let's see, I'm following you out in the middle of the secluded woods." You said. He chuckled. "Nah, not killing you." He said before walking over to a shed. "And now I'm in front of a murder barn. Kay. Ted bundy, take me now." You sighed. He pulled a key from his pocket, unlocking it. He opened the doors to reveal a small studio. "It's a... studio." You said. "Not murdery at all." He said with a grin.

You smiled slightly before walking in. He quickly put a sheet over one of the works. "Creepy portrait of a girl?" You asked. "No... something I couldn’t control." He said. "I thought you could control your drawings." You said. "Normally yeah... that thing... no." He said. He sat on a stool at a desk, him patting the table for you to sit.

You sat down, your legs dangling. "Be honest. How many times have you drank paint water by mistake?" You asked. He grinned. "Too many times." He said making you chuckle. "Why'd you bring me here?" You asked. "Dunno. I thought the quiet would be comfortable compared to students around you." He said. You nodded and sighed. "I hate being here... feels like I'm being punished." You said. "I don't think many students are here because they want to be." He said.

"Well... what are you in for?" You asked making him chuckle. "I shot a man in reno." He joked. You laughed and he shook his head with a smile. "No no... truth is, my dad didn't have time to raise me. So he stuck me here so he didn't have to deal." He admitted. "What about you?" He asked. You let out a small chuckle. "I uh... well I started experiencing visions when I was thirteen. It started with the neighbor. Some guy in a grocery store... strangers mostly." You said. "I take it it didn't stay that way?" He asked. "On my fifteenth birthday, my dad put his hand on my shoulder... I saw a vision of him dying... I thought if we caught whatever killed him in time, everything would be fine." You shook your head. "He went through so many treatments. I think that's what killed him... my mom might not say it but she blamed me. That's when she decided to start seeking out whatever I was. I think as proof that I killed him... when she found out what I was and it wasn't my fault she put me in here. I don't think she could stand to look at me." You admitted.

Silence fell over the two of you. "...I looked in the library this morning... I never heard of anyone being a 'banshee'." He said. You frowned.

"They're rare... spirits of death latch onto a young woman and remain until they pass." You admitted. "Sounds fucked up." He said. "It is." You muttered. "Me and mom were able to find only one specialist for them... in Ireland. There's stages..." you breathed. "Stages?" He asked. "First it starts with 'contact visions'. When I touch someone close to death I will see how they die. Then it goes onto powers." You explained. "Like what?" He asked. "What is a sign that a ghost is nearby?" You asked. "Uhh... I'm not entirely brushed up on my ghost hunting education, but I think it's cold spots." He said. You nodded. "I'll make things cold... I'll freeze things... then I'll change..." you breathed. "Change into what?" He asked. You inhaled. "Eyes of silver hair drained of color, I will feel the death of others." You recited. "Where'd you get that?" He asked. "The seer I had to go to said it." You said.

Xavier looked at you. "You've been through a lot." He said. "No kidding. Sounds like both of us have been through the wringer." You said. He chuckled. "Something like it." He nodded. "Hey, Xavier?" "Yeah?" "Why did you help me yesterday?" You asked.

He pondered for a moment. "You reminded me of me." He said. "Helpless freak?" "Scared of themselves." He corrected. You leaned against the wall. "That's one way to put it." You breathed. "I used to be terrified of what I could do. First time I made something move I was terrified." He said. "Why'd you keep going if it scared you?" You asked. He shrugged. "I was a lonely kid. I figured if my drawings could move, I'd be able to create a friend." He said. "... I should've expected an art jam with an artist to get deep." You said. He laughed and a knock landed on the shed door.

"Xavier? Are you in there?" A girl asked. He frowned. "Stay here." He said. He opened the door just wide enough for him to slip out. "What Bianca?" He asked curtly. "You never came back to class after that girl's weird freakout." She said. "Weems said we were free to relax." He said. "We-- Is she in there with you!?" She asked. "Bianca! Seriously, there's nothing going on-" "she is wearing your fucking jacket!" "And even if there was something going on, we're not together anymore! Whatever I decide isn't up to you." He said. She frowned. "She's trouble Xavier." "Funny, you said the same thing about Wednesday too." He said. "SHE WAS IN THE WOODS WITH ROWAN WHEN HE WAS ATTACKED! SHE IS TROUBLE!" She snapped. "Bianca. Butt out." He snapped back. "I am trying to look out for you!" "I DON'T NEED YOU TO." he said sternly. She grit her teeth. "Fine! Do what you want. I will not help when it goes to shit." She huffed before leaving.

You opened the door watching Bianca leave. "She seems... charming." You breathed. "Probably not the smartest move pissing her off either." He said. "Why, what will she do?" You asked. "Probably drown me tomorrow" he said. "What?" You asked. "Oh. The poe cup. We're both captains on seperate teams. We have to canoe across a lake, grab our team flag and then come back first. No rules on the water." "Probably wasn't the best idea pissing her off then. Especially in the water." You said. "Think you'll go?" He asked. "Probably can't since Weems gave me therapy." You said. "Nah, she'll most likely take you in the morning. Root for me?" He asked. "So far you're the only friend I've got. So sure I guess"

The next morning you were woken up by a knock. "That's way too early." Nia whined. You got up, opening the door. Thornhill pulled in trunks. "The rest of your things arrived! Oh and when you're ready, Miss Weems is downstairs ready to take you to your therapy." She said. "...Okay. Thanks." You said with a sigh. Once the door was closed, you opened up the trunks. Your books, cds, music player, everything was there. You now had your clothes back too. Thank god.

Still though, you wore Xavier's hoodie despite it being large on you. It smelled like him and for some reason you couldn't explain, that was nice. You walked downstairs and there was Weems. "Ready to meet Dr. Kinbott?" She asked. You nodded, following her to the car. The ride was mostly quiet. "Have you experienced any other symptoms of the Banshee?" Weems asked. "..No not yet." You said. "...I ask that the next time you have a vision you let me know." She said. "Yes ma'am.." you muttered. "...Will we be back in time for the poe cup?" You asked. "Already getting into the school spirit, hmm?" She asked. "I just... know a friend wants me to be there." You said. "Glad to hear you and Nia are good roommates." She said. Right... Nia...

You walked into the office, looking around. "Hello, you must be Y/n!" She greeted. "Hi" you mumbled. "If you'll follow me I will show you to the room." She said. You followed her to a room with two couches. You sat on one and she sat in front of you. "So. Miss Weems tells me you're a Banshee. I don't think I've heard of that, can you fill me in?" She asked. "We're people with spirits of death permanently attached to our souls. We announce when someone is going to die. It comes through contact visions." You said. "Miss Weems said you had two of these visions already." She said. "Yeah." "Does that scare you?" She asked.

"It scares me that I can't touch people." You said. "What do you mean?" She asked. "Imagine you got stuck with this. Imagine that you can't even hug your parents because you don't want to see the horrible ways they die. Imagine that you can't have a simple handshake, a hug a-a moment where you can actually be against another person." You said. "That does sound awful." She nodded. "Weems also said you've become close with another student though." She said.

You frowned. "What?" "Your roommate?" "...Oh. no not really." "Then it's mister Thorpe." She nodded. "Woah wait. How do you know-" "She pointed out that you were wearing his jacket yesterday when you came to her." She said. You sighed. "Yeah, we're close I guess." You said.

"You don't seem to like talking about your social life, is there something else you want to discuss?" She asked. You sighed. "I don't care! I care about being watched like that. It's weird! I'd rather have Weems know that information because I told her, not because she watches me" you said. She nodded. "...Xavier is nice to me. He said that I reminded him of himself so he helped me. Why he's still hanging around me and pissing off his ex, I don't know." You said.

"His ex is mad?" She asked. "Very. Apparently the possibility of us just being friends has not crossed Bianca's mind." You said. "Seems like you're not a fan either." She said. "Well when she calls me a freak behind my back, I'm not going to be fond." You said. "You're being bullied?" "What else is new?" "You're used to this treatment?" Dr. Kinbott asked. "I scream when I touch people. Duh." You scoffed. "What does your mother tell you?" She asked.

"Ha!" You laughed. "My mother, help me. Didn't take you to be a comedian, doc." You said. "Not close, huh?" She asked. "God no. I think Kennedy and Oswald were closer than we are." You said. "Interesting comparison." She said slowly. "I'll put it to you like this: my mother considered institutionalizing me because she didn't want to put up with me anymore. She doesn't have a fucking bone in her body that wants to be my mother." You said, crossing your arms. "Jot down mommy issues on your clipboard." You breathed.

"I haven't been writing Y/n." She said. "Oh but you will." You breathed. "...Would you like to end your session here?" She asked. "Yes please." You nodded. "Well miss Y/n, it was good to meet you." She said. "Uh-huh." She stuck her hand out for ⁸a handshake. You didn't engage. "Y/n I assure you it's fine." She said. "You don't know that." You said. She dropped her hand. "Okay. No on touching." She said. You nodded.

Weems stood by the car, holding out a to go cup. "...coffee?" "Tea." She said. "Never had a teacher buy me tea before." You said. "It's not often I have a cooperative student." She said. "Well it's this or go home. I'd take a room full of strangers than my mother."

You arrived back at school, walking through the hall to get to your room. "Hey, Y/n wait up." A voice called. You turned to see a girl. "...Who are you?" You asked. "I'm Enid, I live across the hall with Wednesday. Xavier wanted me to to tell you that he's waiting for you by the dock" she said. "Oh. Thank you." You nodded. She ran off and you blinked. "Why the hell was she dressed like a cat?"

You walked outside, seeing someone on the dock. "Hey have you seen-" he turned around and you jumped. "Christ Xavier- what the fuck is on your face?" You gasped. He laughed and you rolled your eyes. "Our team is jesters." He said. "Is that why Enid was a cat?" You asked. "Yeah. Black cats." He nodded. "Huh. This competition is fucking weird." You said. "Yeah. But it's fun" he shrugged.

You felt someone staring and you turned to see Bianca watching you. "Hey Xay?" You said. He rose a brow. "What?" "Be careful. I've got a weird feeling."

You were soon leaning against a tree away from the crowd watching. You were shocked to see Wednesday amongst one of the groups, seeing as many people described her as a loner freak. You felt that stare again. You looked at the boat of sirens, Bianca at the helm. You looked away, looking at Xavier. He gave you a thumbs up and you smiled. "It's weird, he is such a loner but seems to think you're cool." Someone said. You jumped, looking over.

"I'm Ajax." He said, sitting on the grass. "Y/n... why are you here?" You asked. "Dunno. Didn't wanna risk someone knocking my hat off and me turning someone to stone." He said. You blinked. "You're a gorgon?" You asked. "Yeah." He said. "Cool. Had a python named Medusa as a kid." You said sitting down. "I gotta whole swarm of pet snakes on my head." He joked making you laugh.

"You don't seem nearly as freaky as everyone says you are. I was expecting Wednesday 2.0." He said. "No I just have... problems." You said. "Eh. So does most of Nevermore." He shrugged. "I take it the hat thing is also why you're not out there in the boats?" You asked. "Yeah. Or else I'd be right behind my boy Xavier." He said. You smiled slightly as you watched them reach the other side. "Looks like they're about to get the flag."

The hair on the back of your neck stood up, you frowning. "Did you hear something?" You asked. "No, why?" He asked. "...No reason." You said. He shrugged. "I'm uhm... going to the bathroom" you said. He nodded as you walked off.

You could hear whispers. Something guiding you. You walked into the library, ignoring the front desk closed sign. You turned a corner before you thought you saw someone.

You peaked to see but was met with a row of shelves. You sighed, turning to leave when you saw a woman, you jumping. She was translucent, terrifying and you bit back an urge to scream. "Beware of the nearby dangers..." "yeah, someone's murdering people, we know" You breathed. "The answer is in these walls.... in these walls...." the spirit disappeared and the door opened. "Hey! Did you get lost?" Thornhill asked. "No- there was a spirit or something" you said.

You heard yelling outside. "Crap! The competition!" You gasped, running back out. You ran outside, rushing back to the spot you were at before only Xavier was standing there drenched. "Oh geez! What happened?" You asked. "Someone managed to rip a hole in the boat." He said. "...Probably Enid." Ajax said. "Yeaaah that'd do it." Xavier agreed. "Sorry you lost." You said. "Eh. More free time. But I have got to take a shower, that lake is probably not sanitary." He said.

"Cool." You stretched. "Where are you going?" Ajax asked. "My dorm. I've been up since five thirty." You said. "Jesus! Why!?" Ajax asked. "Court mandated therapy." You joked. Xavier chuckled. "Oh god, maybe you are Wednesday 2.0." He said making you laugh. "I'll walk you back" Xavier said.

The two of you trekked back. "I hope you realize your face paint is even creepier halway washed off." You said. "Oh is it? Take a picure it lasts longer." He teased. You rolled your eyes. "So you don't like me with face paint." He noted. "Your face is nice to look at without paint." You said without thinking. He smirked and you flushed pink.

As the days came and went, you found yourself falling into a nice rhythm with Ajax and Xavier. Of course, you and Xavier were closer but Ajax was a nice added bonus as a friend. You of course got nasty stares from Bianca and now for some reason Enid but you ignored them.

You sat on a bench reading when Xavier suddenly sat down next to you. Ajax sat on the ground on your other side. "So, excited for Outreach day?" Ajax asked. "No? Volunteering is one thing but when it's forced it's like community service." You said. "I think Wednesday made nearly that exact comment." He said. "I swear I saw a hand in her backpack the other day." He added. "Whatever you say Jax." You said.

"You do realize outreach day is today, right?" Xavier asked. You looked up. "What-" Thornhill handed you an envelope and you blinked. "Oh no." "Oh yes! It's Outreach day!" She said cheerfully. You groaned, taking the envelope. Both boys took theirs. "What'd you get?" Ajax asked Xavier. "Shady ass antique store. You?" He asked. "Weathervane." "Trade?" Xavier asked. "Yeah." The two swapped envelopes. "Gonna open yours?" Xavier asked. You sighed, opening it and rose a brow. "Looks like we're stuck together. Weathervane." You said. "Mm. Watch out for Tyler. He's a dick," Xavier said. "Who's Tyler?" You asked. "I'll point him out to you." Xavier said.

You all sat on the bus, Enid glaring at you as you sat in between the guys in the back. "Enid, you're not being subtle." You said not looking up from your book. She looked forward and you sighed. "Give me a minute" you said to the boys, getting up. You walked over, kneeling next to Wednesday. "Hey, can I talk to Enid for a minute?" You asked. "Fine." Wednesday said moving. You sat down. "What?" Enid huffed. "The hell is your problem?" You asked. "You sat next to me, freak." She huffed. "You don't know me. You don't like me but you don't know me. Why?" You asked. "Because you insert yourself where you're not needed!" She huffed. "What?" "Why are you always with Ajax!? Do you like him now, is he your favorite for the week?" "Woah woah woah- Stop." You held your hand up.

"I do not like Ajax. He is way too much for my taste. Sweet? Sure. Hyper? Yes! Way too hyper." You said. She paused. "...you don't like Ajax?" "No! God, is having male friends outlawed at this school or something?" You asked. "No I just... sorry." She said. "We good?" You asked. "We're good." She nodded. You got up, returning to your seat. "Everything fine?" Xavier asked. "I don't understand girls at the moment."

You were broken off into your groups, you walking into weathervane. "Welcome to Weathervane, you must be the two lucky volunteers." A boy said. He locked eyes with Xavier. "...That is Tyler." Xavier said. "...Ah." Tyler nodded to him. "Remember me?" Xavier asked sharply. "Look, if this is a problem I can get someone else to train you." "I don't need training." "No but your friend does."

You stood there awkwardly. "...I'm okay Xay." You said to him. "...Be careful." He warned. You were handed aprons and you got changed. Once you came back out, Xavier was standing there with his arms crossed, watching Tyler like a hawk. "Ever work in food industry before?" Tyler asked. "No." You said. "Well you can be a cashier-" "does it involve bodily contact?" You asked. "Occasionally maybe but-" "Then no." You halted. "...I didn't realize you were in a position to demand here." Tyler said with a frown. "Just trust me. I don't need to be making bodily contact with anyone." You said. "She's right." Xavier muttered. "...Okay fine. You'll serve."

You stuck to the counter, making coffee and setting it on tables. You were a natural at it honestly with how quick you were. Xavier was enjoying it more watching you smile towards customers... that smile could light up a room...

Like everything though, the pleasantries stopped when a drunk man got annoyed with you. "Get away you fucking freak" "I'm sorry?" You asked. "Get out of this fucking town, you're all freaks!" He yelled. You looked at Xavier for help. "Y/n, back away" Tyler said.

You took a step back before walking away. While your back was turned though, the man hurled hot coffee at you. You don't know what happened. It was like your nerves turned to ice and suddenly the coffee and the coffee cup were both frozen solid as you held your hands up to block the heat. When the impact never came, you looked up, gaping at what you had done. "Uhhh.... is this why you don't work with bodily contact?" Tyler asked. "SEE! YOU'RE A FREAK! A NORMAL PERSON DOESN'T DO THAT! YOU'RE ALL JUST-" He swung at you and you again blocked with ice without meaning to, an icicle nearly stabbing the man.

You shook, afraid of your new abilities. Tyler got the man out and Xavier tried to put his hand on your shoulder. "DON'T" you breathed. He blinked. "I don't want to hurt you" you said, looking at him concerned. "You uh... you both can take a fifteen." Tyler said. "But-but the ice-" "I got it. Don't worry.... worry about your hand, it's going purple!" Tyler gaped. Xavier looked down. "It looks like it's too cold- do you have a heatpack?" Xavier asked. "In the back on the third row of the shelf next to the door." Tyler nodded.

The two of you sat in the back, him sitting on a wooden crate of coffee while you sat on an actual chair. Xavier touched your hand and you flinched. "It's okay" he said softly. "But what if-" "I'll be okay" he assured. You let him take your hand, him breathing on it to regain heat while the pack was in the microwave. "Has that happened before?" He asked between breaths. "No..." you mumbled. The microwave beeped and he got up, handing you the pack. You held it to your hand.

"I take it this is the ice thing you mentioned?" Xavier asked. "I guess..." you breathed. You seemed terrified. He brushed hair out of your eyes. "It's okay... Teach the normies to stay the fuck away." He teased. You gave an empty half smile. "Talk to me Y/n... what's wrong?" He asked. "I couldn't control what I was doing." You said. "You thought you were in danger." He said. "What if you had tried to stop me? What if I hurt you?" You asked. "You didn't." "But what if I do!?" You asked. He held both of your hands. "I would've forgiven you." He said softly. "Y/n, you don't have to be scared of me not accepting of you. You're probably my favorite person to be around, it'll take a lot to piss me off." He said. You smiled slightly.

"Can I ask you something that might piss you off?" You asked. "Yep." He nodded. "What's the deal with you and Tyler?" You asked. Xavier sucked in a breath. "The... the uhm... the ladt outreach day Tyler found me on my fifteen and he... beat my ass. He and his buddies did." Xavier admitted. You frowned. "That's awful." You said. "It was torture." Xavier said with a far off look. "Should've kicked his ass instead. Just freeze em'." You joked making him laugh. You smiled slightly and sighed. "I should find Weems." You said. "Yeah... she should be out in townsquare." He said. "Come with me?" You asked. He nodded and the two of you walked out.

"Principal Weems." Xavier called. She turned around. "I had a magical outburst." You muttered. She blinked. "What happened?" "I don't know, some drunk guy tried to throw coffee at me, the next thing I know, it's frozen!" You said. "And you dyed a white streak into your hair?" She asked. "What? No wha-" "holy shit there's a white streak." Xavier realized. You moved your hair until you could see the streak in question.

"I-I... Weems, what is happening to me!?" You asked. "I believe you're becoming a banshee." She said. "Why does it hurt- why can't I control this!?" You asked. "Y/n-" "I'm scared!" You yelled. Both Xavier and Weems looked at you surprised. "I don't want to live like this anymore- I can't handle this! I can't!" You said panicked. "Y/n-Y/n calm down... look, we will find you more help, we can-" she put her hand on your arm and your eyes glazed over white.

Bombarded yet again by a vision of death, you saw Principal Weems dead on the floor with something foaming from her mouth. A scream emitted from your lips, Weems pulling back shocked as you hit the ground. You shook, Xavier helping you up. "What... what did you see?" She asked. You looked at her scared. "You... you were foaming at-at the mouth I... I didn't see who or what did that- I..."

Dr. Kinbott walked over, looking at you concerned. "Y/n? I noticed you looked panicked, are you okay?" She asked. You don't know what came over you, you just dropped, not saying anything. Dr. Kinbott looked at Weems confused. "I just want it to stop" you sobbed as Xavier pulled you into a hug.

You were taken in for basically an emergency session, sitting on the couch next to Xavier who refused to leave your side. "So you must be Xavier." Dr. Kinbott said. "Yep." He nodded. "Y/n has mentioned you a few times. You're the only student to make physical contact with her?" She asked. "No. Ajax has." He recalled. "Ah. The one who's a gorgon?" She asked. "Yeah." He nodded looking over.

He didn't consider that you'd talk about him in therapy... it didn't bother him. Just surprised him. You seemed numb. Like you just wouldn't feel anything. Dr. Kinbott seemed to make the same connection. "Y/n.... I know this is hard." She said. "My mom won't look at me." You breathed. "What?" She asked. "Everyone thinks I'm crazy." You added. Xavier looked at you confused. "I nearly got frostbite earlier, from myself, I now am becoming more like a banshee, everytime I think I'm ready to live a normal life, I have another vision- I don't know what to do anymore. I can't do this. I can't." You said with a frown. "I feel so alone, all the time. I can't be near people, I can't-can't do normal things- I just want to be a kid." You said.

Dr. Kinbott gave a sympathetic look. "Y/n you've been increasingly anxious as of late... Do you think if we started you on something-" "You seriously think anxiety medication is going to stop making me have visions!?" You asked. "No... I think it'll make you not shake as much as you are right now." She said softly. Your leg had been bouncing the entire time and you hadn't realized. You stopped moving, sighing. "Y/n, it's just something I want to discuss." She said.

You got up, walking to the bathroom and closing the door. Xavier sighed looking at her. "She's going through something right now..." he muttered. "Any idea what it may be?" She asked. "Parents week is coming up... she mentioned last week she didn't think her mom was coming." Xavier said. Dr. Kinbott looked at the bathroom door.

You sat on the floor, legs pulled to your face. You just wanted the world to stop... just for five minutes. Right now that's all you wanted. "Y/n..." a voice called. "Not now Dr. Kinbott." You said. "Y/n....." it called again. "I said-" you looked up and you weren't in the therapy office. You were in the woods.... no... not the woods. Something similar to the woods.

The sky was a deep crimson, no moon in sight yet everything seemed partially illuminated. You stood up, confused. "Dr. Kinbott? Xavier?" You called. "Y/nnnn.." a voice called. You turned around confused. There wasn't anyone near you. "Hello?" You called out. "Y/n..." the voice called. You followed it, slowly creeping. Finally you found a pond, black as night. You saw your reflection in the water, kneeling to it.

"Y/n has been in the bathroom for a while..." Xavier noticed. "I hope this wasn't like Wednesday's appointment." Dr. Kinbott muttered. "Y/n isn't much of a runner." Xavier said. Dr. Kinbott looked at him, slightly surprised. "New student climbs out second story window instead of sitting through therapy tends to make rifts." Xavier said. She shrugged.

You noticed something glowing in the water, you reaching out. A hand shot out, beginning to strangle you. You clenched the ground that now seemed to be the porcelain sink in the bathroom. The hand still seemed to be choking you from water in the sink that wasn't there before.

"Okay this is taking too long." Xavier walked over to the bathroom door. "Y/n? You okay?" He asked. He heard something, almost like a struggle and he frowned. He jiggled the nob, the door of course being locked. "I'll get the key-" Xavier kicked open the door seeing you being choked over the sink. "Y/n!" He gasped before yanking you backward.

You fell to the ground, coughing and clutching your throat. Dr. Kinbott ran over, kneeling to you. "Y/n, what happened!? Are you alright?" She asked. "Is it gone?" You asked. "Is what gone?" She asked. "The-the hand in-in the sink!" You pointed. She stood up, looking at the sink. She saw the remnants of black water going down the drain. "No. No it's gone." She said before turning back to you. "Y/n..." "I'll try the medication" you said looking at her. She looked at you and then the sink. She nodded.

You soon were under a tree outside, sitting next Xavier as the band set up, students sitting down. You were wet from the sink, unsure of what happened. "You don't think somehow Bianca did-" "If she did, she had to have some serious power to do what she did." You said. "I doubt that requires that much to make a hand come out of a sink." Xavier said as the band began to play. "No but transporting them to a different area entirely and then putting them back does." You said. He blinked. "What?"

"What I saw... I wasn't in this world. There's no way that was this world. Where I was was somewhere else entirely." You explained. "So what can do that?" He asked. "I don't know. But I'm going to find out." You declared. You frowned. "Do you smell that?" You asked. "Smell what?" He asked. "It's gas-" just as you said something, a trail of fire formed, you and Xavier jumping up as the newly unveiled statue of Crackstone was lit on fire.

You and Xavier gaped, watching it burn. "How is this day literally just WENT UP IN FLAMES!?" You asked. Students and citizens all began running, chaos forming around you. You hadn't been at Nevermore long but you had been there long enough to know that the girl still playing the cello in the chaos was responsible.

Xavier grabbed your hand. "We have to get to the bus." He said. "But Wednesday is-" "Weems can get her, we have to go!" He ushered. You nodded, following him through the crowd. Ajax ran over, Enid holding his hand. "Where we going?" He asked. "Bus." Xavier said. Someone bumped into your shoulder, you stopping as your eyes glazed over white. Xavier frowned. "No no no no- not now" he said panicked. Enid blinked. "What's happening!?" She asked.

You saw a car, unsure of who was at the wheel. Whoever you had run into had been run over. The vision continued, his life support being tampered with until a flatline occurred. That revealed the man's identity to be the mayor's.

You let out a scream, no one paying any mind considering the chaos seemed to elicit many screams. Enid looked terrified but Ajax didn't hesitate to lift you onto his back. "Get to the bus!" He yelled.

When you returned, you were on the bus in the back with Enid, Xavier and Ajax all looking at you. "Are you okay?" Ajax asked. You nodded. "Long day... long LONG day." You breathed. "What the hell was that!?" Enid asked. The boys looked at you. Nia ran over. "Y/n, someone said you had to stop work because you froze something, are you okay?" She asked. "I'm okay..." you nodded. "You screamed at Weems." Bianca said behind her. Xavier sighed. "You what?" Nia asked. She squinted. "Why is your hair turning white?" She asked. "I don't know." You admitted. "Is that your thing? Ice?" She asked. "No-" "Like she's going to tell you. She's a freak Nia." "Shut up Bianca." Xavier snapped. "Oh now you say something!" Bianca said with an eye roll.

"Bianca you don't know anything about the situation so just stop." Ajax halted. "This is ridiculous- she screams at people! What about that screams magic creature-" "I'm a banshee!" You yelled, everyone on the bus staring at you. "You're a what?" Enid asked. "I'm a banshee. When I touch people close to death, I have a vision of how they die. I scream. That's why I screamed." You said.

"...Wait so Wednesday is going to die?" Enid asked shocked. You looked at her. "I-" "and Weems!?" Nia asked. "Did you curse them?" "No! I-" "Oh god, Thornhill!?"

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Ajax yelled. You looked at him surprised. "Look, she's weird. We know. We all know. But she's my friend damn it. And I don't appreciate my friend being attacked. So everybody sit down shut the fuck up and look ahead? Piss me off again and the hat comes off. I doubt you want to meet my snakes. Okay? Okay!" He yelled. Everyone turned back, looking at each other. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Uh... yeah. Thanks Jax." You said. "...am I allowed to ask questions?" Enid asked. "Not... right now... Maybe later though? I do live across the hall." You said. She nodded. "Okay. Later's good... later..." she said distracted.

Xavier looked at you. "Who was the last one?" He whispered. You looked at him. "The mayor." You said. He frowned. "Geez..." "He was murdered." You breathed. He opened his mouth "Let's talk about something else." You said. He nodded. "Yeah okay..." he breathed. "I'm sorry I dragged you to my emergency therapy appointment." You said. "Well I guess now we're both stuck with Dr. Kinbott. She requested to see me Thursday for a personal appointment." He said. "Oh god... she got us both? Damn..." you said making him chuckle. "It's fine." He assured. "Hey Xavier?" "Yeah?" "Thanks for helping me through... everything." You said. He wrapped an arm around you. "That's what friends are for." He said with a smile.

The next few days you had been put on an anxiety medication. Your anxiety wasn't cured, no. However, it certainly wasn't as bad. Nia and Enid though, had become two friends you didn't expect. Often times when Wednesday was annoyed with Enid, she'd go to your room and hang around with the two of you. Which is what was happening now.

"So, thought about who you're going to the Rave'N with?" Enid asked Nia. "I'm thinking of asking Yoko." She admitted. "You two would be cute together." You said, eating an oreo. "What about you? Didn't Ajax stand you up?" Nia asked. You dropped the cookie. "He did what!?" You gaped. "He... we were supposed to meet up and he never showed." She admitted. "I'm gonna kill him!" You said. "No! No. It's fine! I'll figure something out." She said. "We could go together! Make a statement." You suggested. "Please. Like Xavier won't ask you." Nia laughed.

"What? Why would he-" "oh don't do that." Enid said. "Do what!?" You asked. "Act like you don't know!" She said. "Know what!?" You asked. "...I'm beginning to think she actually doesn't know." Nia said. "Know what- guys this is getting weird." You said. "...Holy shit, she doesn't know" Enid realized. "Oh my god! Know what!?" You asked. "Xavier likes you!" Both girls said in unison. You stared at them.

And then laughed. "HA! Okay! Sure! Xavier totally likes me!" You laughed. "He does- girl it is so obvious." Nia said. "Suuurreee!" You laughed harder. "I'm serious! Y'know what, let's go!" She got up. "Go where?" Enid asked. "To his room! He's downstairs, let's go." She ushered. "This is ridiculous! He does not like me!" You said. "Y/n come on." Nia said. You sighed following her and Enid downstairs.

Nia was about to knock but right before she did, Xavier opened the door. "Uhh... hi there?" He said confused. "Hi, Y/n wants to talk to you." Nia said. "I do not! I am fine, you two are just being ridiculous!" You said. "No we're not! Talk!" Enid said. "I was going to the studio... do you want to talk there?" He asked. "If it means getting away from them, please!" You said.

The two of you walked off, leaving Enid and Nia in the hall. "Now... Hopefully they date." Nia said. "...I dunno... She seriously didn't realize he liked her... do you think she feels the same?" Enid asked. "I can't explain how I know... I just do." Nia said. "One thing's for sure though" she sighed. "What?" Enid asked. "Bianca is going to be pissed."

"So what was it you wanted to talk about?" Xavier asked. "Oh, nothing it's stupid." You said. He shrugged. "How stupid?" He asked. "They're insisting that you have a crush on me. Which is crazy right?" You asked. He stopped walking. You looked at him. "Xay? It's crazy... right?" You asked. He swallowed hard. "Sure. It's crazy." He said after a while. He walked ahead of you, seeming upset.

Even when you two were in the studio he seemed upset. All the rest of that week he seemed distant. "I don't know what his deal is, it's like he's mad." You sighed. "Well, what did you say?" Enid asked, sitting on the foot of your bed as you paced. Nia was on the floor reading. "I said 'my friends think you like me. Crazy right?'" You said. Nia looked up. "He didn't say anything and I asked him if it was crazy and he just seemed upset!" You sighed.

Nia facepalmed. "Oh you sweet stupid girl" she sighed. "What?" You asked. "You unintentionally rejected him." She said. "How!?" "You made it seem impossible. Like there was no way you'd like him that way. You accidentally put up a wall." Nia said. You frowned. "I... how do I fix it?" You asked. "Talk to him? Like actually?" Enid said. "Well there's no way to do that now. He's going to the dance with Bianca." You sighed. "He's WHAT!?" both girls asked. "Apparently Wednesday asked him, turns out she suspects him of murder which is a whole other reason he's upset so now he's going with Bianca." "Oh god, two girls rejected him?" Nia winced. "I didn't mean to!" You whined. "But you did! And the dance is the day after tomorrow!" "Well forget that stupid dance! I'm not going." You sighed. "What?" Nia asked.

"He is the only person I'd feel comfortable going with. Since he's with Bianca... I'm not going. I don't want to." You said. "You shouldn't let him ruin a good time Y/n." Enid said. "I don't want to go okay!?" You snapped.

You now shared a gloomy mood. And as the days crept to that stupid dance, you were in an even worse mood. Nia was getting ready for the dance and you were wrapped in a blanket, looking at the wall. "Y/n... if you change your mind, Enid put a dress in your closet for you. You can borrow any of my shoes." She said. You didn't move. "...I hope you feel better..." she said. "Me too." You mumbled. Nia walked out and you leaned up, wiping your eyes. You liked Xavier and you didn't realize it until you accidentally lost him. He was the one person who could touch you and you wouldn't be afraid. You were touch starved and scared.

A knock landed on the door. "Nia, if you need your lipgloss alread-" you opened it to see Bianca. "...Bianca." you said. "I'm supposed to go to the dance with Xavier." She said. "...You came here to gloat?" You asked. "No. I came here to fix this." She said. "He's been miserable without you. I didn't realize how bad it had gotten until he asked me to make him forget you." She said. Shock went through you. "Why-why would he-" "Because he's in pain. He wants you, he needs you. I..." she sighed. "I am not who he needs you are. So get dressed. You're his date." She said. "I..." "I will siren song your ass downstairs-" "I don't know how to do my hair... or make up... or... anything really." You muttered.

Bianca blinked. "...Oh? That's it? I'll help." She sighed. You got dressed, being impressed with Enid's skill for knowing your dress size. It was silver and sparkly, hanging from your shoulders. Bianca handed you a pair of shoes and you put them on as Bianca pinned your hair back.

Xavier sighed. Three girls now. Three rejections. Bianca wasn't here. Ajax sat down. "You look thrilled." He said sarcastically. "Bianca stood me up." He said. "You went with Bianca? I thought you wanted to go with-" "Yeah well she thinks the possibility of us is crazy." Xavier sighed. "Did she outwardly say no?" Ajax asked. "..I mean no but the way she said it was like it was just impossible to her-" "Dude two weeks ago she told everyone what she was. To her it is impossible to have someone like you like her." Ajax said. "...Oh." Xavier realized. "Yeah! So you just fucked yourself over." Ajax said. "...I'm realizing that now." He sighed.

Ajax looked over. "Bianca didn't stand you up... Uhhh" Ajax paused staring at who was with her. Xavier leaned off his hand looking at you as Bianca guided you through the people to Xavier. "I might not like her very much but she's right for you Xavier. Have fun." She said before walking over to the other sirens.

Xavier stood up looking at you shocked. "Y/n you look..." you looked at Ajax. "Before I admit something, I have something I have to do and it's girlcode." You halted him. Xavier nodded. "You fucking moron!" You yelled at Ajax, smacking his shoulder. "Ow! What was that for?" "For standing Enid up! Idiot, why would you-" "I stoned myself!" He admitted. You blinked. "What?" "I took a shower, looked in the mirror and accidentally stoned myself." He admitted. You frowned. "Why didn't you tell her that!?" You asked. "I was too embarrassed?" He said. "Jax... you idiot. Just talk to her." You said. He nodded. "Okay. Talk to him though. He's been mopey too" he said walking away.

You turned back to Xavier. "I-" "Do you want to dance?" He asked. You blinked. "Uh... sure." You nodded. He took your hand, the two of you going onto the dance floor as a slow song started. "You haven't talked to me all week" you said. "I... I was..." he sighed. "I like you Y/n... a lot. I just... when you said it was crazy, I thought that I had been obvious enough" "Xavier" "that you were rejecting me and it just made me" "Xavier" "upset and I don't want to lose you so if you don't feel the same way you-" you kissed him, him ceasing movement. He cradled your face, looking into your eyes when you pulled away. "I do like you... I'm just not used to liking anyone... I didn't realize how much I liked you until I lost you and... I don't want to lose you again Xavier I need you in my life." You said softly.

Xavier smiled, kissing you again, this time swaying to the beat. When he pulled away again, you looked behind him. "Holy crap." You said. He looked over to see Wednesday. "Huh." And then Tyler. "...Holy crap." Both of you said in unison. He rolled his eyes. "We're not letting that moron ruin tonight." He said. You grinned. "Judging by how this dance started, I don't think he can." You said making Xavier smile. He kissed you again, you grinning again. "I can get used to this." You said.

The song faded out, a faster song playing. You and Xavier danced (not well) but you noticed Wednesday certainly getting into the spirit of the dance. "...Wow." you watched. "I did not expect that from Wednesday." Xavier admitted. "Yeahhh, neither did I." You said before the two of you looked at each other. You both laughed before dancing again.

You had fun with Xavier, you not letting go of each other for the night. Nia and Yoko both ended up hanging out with the two of you. "Hey, where's Bianca?" You asked. "Oh, I think she's in there" Yoko pointed. "I'm going to check on her." You said. Xavier nodded, kissing your forehead before you walked into the room she was in as Wednesday left. "Hey." You said. She looked over. "Gloating?" She asked.

"No... no just making sure you're okay." You said. She blinked. "I was horrible to you. I was a jerk and you're making sure I'm okay?" She asked. You shrugged, sitting down. "Didn't you hear? I'm applying for sainthood." You joked. She chuckled slightly but sighed. "You got him. You win, go back out there." She said. You frowned. "Xavier isn't a prize Bianca, he's a person." You said. She looked over. "Plus. I can't break girl code." You said. "And that is?" Bianca asked. You got up, extending a hand to her. "No woman left behind." You said to her.

When you came back, Bianca was with you. Xavier was uncomfortable at first until you and her started cracking jokes. And Bianca laughed. Genuinely laughed. Your group had a blast together, taking pictures, dancing, trying the strange "yeti-tini". Finally the last song played, you and Xavier dancing together with smiles. "So it's settled then, I'm your girlfriend?" You asked. "Well, I would hope so. I don't kiss for free here!" He said making you laugh. You felt something drop on your shoulder. Then you noticed red on Xavier's shoulder. You pulled away, noticing the sprinkler system going off with a red liquid coming through.

Everyone soon began freaking out, reaching the conclusion that it was blood. You stayed still, seeing people slip and fall. "We should probably get out of here" Xavier said. "I'm trying to figure out a safe way to exit." You said looking around. "Have either of you seen Wednesday!?" Tyler asked. "I thought she was with you?" You said confused. "No- she took off!" He said before running off. You looked up at the sprinkler.

"We should--" "Bianca!" You called. She looked over from under a jacket. "What?" "Hit me." You said. "What!?" Bianca and Xavier asked in unison. "Just trust me. Hit me." You said. Bianca punched you. "Harder." You said. "Y/n, I don't know. We just became cool and-" "Beyoncé is overrated." She swiftly hit you, ice shooting from your hand. Your nerves were cool enough now...

You froze the sprinkers over, making it slightly better. "...Wow." Bianca gaped. "Cool, right?" You asked with a smirk. "...That was such a dumb pun." Xavier snorted. "Don't give her the cold shoulder." Bianca teased making you laugh. Xavier looked ready to leave you. "Oh come on! Xavier, don't ice me out."

Xavier walked you back to your room, you chuckling as you reached the door. "That was some dance." You said. "I'll say. Blood, yetis and dancing... if next year is like that I'll join the damn committee." He said making you laugh. You kissed him, smiling against him before both of your phones went off. You pulled away, looking down to see a lockdown alert. "...What the hell?" You muttered.

Xavier looked up from his phone. "I don't know how I feel about you alone." He said. "I have Nia." "Nia is with Yoko." He corrected. "Oh..." you said. "I'm sure I'll be okay... I mean, we're in the school." You assured. "If you change your mind, you know I'm downstairs" he said softly. You nodded before heading into your room. You took a shower, changing before lying down.

You closed your eyes, sure you were going to be fine. You felt a change though. You weren't warm anymore. You felt cold and like you were lying on something hard. You opened your eyes, realizing you were back in the forest. You leaned up, looking around you. There weren't any voices it was just the forest.

You noticed a light in the distance, moving slowly. Then another. And another after. You walked towards it, the shapes forming into people carrying lanterns. They were walking into the lake, hands reaching from the waters and pulling them under. It was unsettling to see...

As you got closer you recognized one of the faces... "Dad?" You breathed. He looked over, a distant look in his eyes. He simply turned back before walking into the lake. "DAD!" you screamed.

You woke up with a gasp, leaning off your bed. You had only slept an hour and after that experience, you didn't want to be alone. You threw on Xavier's hoodie walking downstairs to his door. You knocked and he opened the door with a yawn before looking at you. "Y/n? Are you alright?" He whispered. You hugged him and he held you confused for a moment before pulling you inside. He closed the door. "What happened?"

When you explained the dream, Xavier was at a loss for words. "I don't know why I keep going back to the forest. Or why there's water that grabs people." You breathed. "Is that what tried to kill you in Dr. Kinbott's office?" He asked. You nodded. "This getting weirder..." he muttered. "I know..." You sighed. "What do you think it means?" He asked. "I don't know." You said. "Should we go to Weems?" He asked. "I don't know." You said. He looked at you. "...Are you alright?" He asked. You sat next to him, putting your head on his shoulder. "I don't know."

Xavier didn't want you to be alone after that. He suggested that he sleep in your room so he could use the extra bed but you said you had no problem sleeping with him. This led to both of you facing away from each other, unsure of what to do. Do you cuddle? Do you not cuddle? What... what do you do!?

Xavier noticed you picking at the hair tie you wore on your wrist, recognizing it as a nervous habit. So he made the first move. He rolled over, putting an arm over you. You stopped picking at the hair tie, staying still for just a moment. You rolled over, looking at Xavier before laying your head on his chest. He pressed a kiss to your head, watching you fall asleep.

When the morning came, you woke up to Xavier sound asleep, you smiling softly at his face. His hair was of course, a slight mess but it was adorable to you. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled. "Morning" he greeted. "Morning" you said back. He kissed you, you smiling. "It'd be nice if we woke up like this every morning." You said. "I know... We're just lucky that I don't have a roommate." He said. "Did you always live alone? You asked. "No, I did have a roommate. Rowan. Cool guy... up until he snapped.." Xavier said.

"He snapped?" You asked. "He started acting really weird. Stole something from... me. And then flung me against the wall when I confronted him." He said. You noticed the hesitation talking about the theft. He then looked at you and had some sort of realization. "You became friends with Bianca last night." He said. "Does that... bother you?" You asked. "No! It just means something, come on." He said getting up. "Wha- Xavier it's like nine on a Saturday!" You whined. "Trust me, you'll love it, come on!" He ushered. You got up with a groan. "Are we changing or going in our pjs here?" You asked. "...Valid point. Get dressed and I'll pick you up from your room." He said.

You were confused on what had him acting like this but you went to your room. Nia and Enid were laughing as you entered. "You're back! How was the first night with the boyfriend?" Enid asked. "He's acting... weird?" You admitted as you walked into the closet. "He's upset?" "No he's acting really excited about something." You said. "And that's weird?" Enid asked. "Well he's not telling me why he's suddenly excited that I'm friends with Bianca." You said, getting dressed. Nia seemed to have the same realization. "You are friends with Bianca!" She gasped. "Enid I have to go I'm sorry!" She said before getting up.

You were being dragged out the door, confusing you further. "Are you asking about the thing?" Nia asked. "Planned on it, you in?" Xavier asked. "Uhm, duh!" She said. "Is Bianca in her room?" He asked. "No she's having breakfast with the rest of them." Nia said. "Let's go."

You were now being dragged to the cafeteria, you groaning as the two excited friends ushered you over to Bianca's table. She looked over at you, raising her brow. "What's going on?" She asked. "She should join us." Xavier said. Ajax looked up. "...That's brilliant." He agreed. "It kind of is." Yoko said. "Yeah, that actually isn't a bad idea." Bianca agreed. "Wait wait wait- join what?" You asked. Everyone exchanged looks. "Come on." Bianca said getting up. "More walking? Come onnnn!" You whined.

Xavier snorted as Bianca took your hand, walking you through the halls until you ended up a statue. "...What are we doing here?" You asked. Everyone looked around. "We're good." Ajax whispered. "Snap twice." Xavier said to you. You blinked. "What?" "Snap twice." He repeated. "...Okay, what is going on?" "We'll explain once you do." He said, standing behind you with both hands on your shoulders. You sighed before snapping twice.

The statue moved, you jumping slightly. You looked up at Xavier shocked and he grinned. You followed the group down the stairs, standing in a library. "Woah." You gaped. Bianca walked in after making sure the entrance was closed. "Welcome to the Nightshades." She said. "The what?" You asked. "It's a group. A secret society founded years ago. It used to be a really big deal until a normie died and then it was reduced down to what we do now." Bianca explained. "Which is?" "Parties, clubs, the occasional skinny dip." Yoko said. "We want you to join us." Bianca said.

You looked at everyone. "I don't skinny dip. But fine." You shrugged. "Well, neither does your boyfriend." Divina shrugged. You laughed, Xavier smiling. "So I'm in a secret society that has it's own library. I'm living the dream." You said making Bianca chuckle. "Just don't take any of the books, they're really fucking old. But reading them in here isn't off limits." She said. "Oh no." Xavier breathed. "Oh no? Why's that oh no?" Yoko asked. You seemed to bounce in place with a massive smile. "BOOOOOKKKS!" You shrieked, running to the shelves. "I wanna read this one-no that one. Maybe both!" You said making Ajax snort. "She's read almost the whole library." He said. "She's very excited about books." Xavier said. "BEST. DAY. EVER."

It took Yoko, Ajax and Xavier to pry you away from the shelves after three hours. Bianca bended the rules for you, allowing you to take ONE book at a time. "She never does that, so you have seriously gotten on her good side." Xavier said as you read while walking. "What are you reading?" Ajax asked. "Unpublished Edgar Allen Poe poems." You said walking. As you all entered the quad, both boys stopped in their tracks. "Shit." "I completely forgot." You looked up confused on what had alarmed them. Then you saw the banners.

"Parents Weekend."

You frowned. "Oh god. Why?" You asked. "Well I know my dad isn't coming but-" "My parents are." Ajax whined. "Do you not like your parents?" You asked. "Oh no they're great! It's just they're a little... too nice? Like they ALWAYS wanna help and they overdo it." He said. You nodded. "Think your mom's coming?" Xavier asked. You let out a laugh. "Funny Xay. Hilarious actually." You said. "Well we can bond over our no show parents-" "Y/n?" A woman called.

You turned, shocked. Xavier looked with you. "Grandmama." You breathed. There was an older woman with faded red hair, smiling at you. You handed Ajax your book before sprinting into her arms. "You came back from England! How was it?" You asked. "Beautiful, I think you'll love it!" She said. "Like I'd ever get to go." You laughed. "You are. This summer" she said. You blinked. "What?" "Your mother gave me the go-ahead last night." She declared. You grinned, hugging her again.

Your grandmother noticed the two boys looking confused. "Introduce me to your friends?" She asked. You pulled away. "Right. Grandmama, this is Ajax. He's like a brother to me. And this is Xavier my... boyfriend." You said. She grinned. "My my, you certainly have thrived here." She said. Xavier greeted her with a handshake. "A pleasure to meet you ma'am." He said. "Polite too..." she said. "I'm Katherine. No need for a Mrs. I'm old but not ancient." She said.

"What are you doing here?" You asked. "Well Lindsay couldn't be bothered to come, as you of course know. So I came instead. Plus, your principal wanted to speak to me about something." She said. You nodded. "Well I'm happy to have you here Grandmama." You said. She smiled. "I see mom. See ya Y/n." Ajax groaned. "Well... I guess I'll leave you to it." Xavier said. "Oh nonsense! I'd love to meet the boy that likes my grandchild." She said. "Let's sit down, my legs are tired from the stairs." You said.

You sat in the quad, watching all the families around you. "So, I understand most children at this school have some sort of powers." She started. "Yeah." He nodded. "Do you have any abilities?" She asked. "Oh, I can make my art come alive. Though lately I've been having... visions." He admitted. "You have?" You asked. He nodded. "About that thing out there." He said. "Thing?" Your Grandmama asked. "There's a monster out around town... recently attacked a student last night." You said. "Oh my... you are being careful, aren't you?" She asked. "Yeah... I got my powers." You said. "The ice came?" She asked. "Yeah. Froze a coffee cup" You shrugged. "A.. huh. Well then." She shrugged. "Can you control it though?" She asked. "Not quite. It's like a defense mechanism." You admitted.

"Mm. Power without control is dangerous." She said. "I know." You mumbled. "We'll find a way for you to learn." She assured. She saw Principal Weems and stood up. "I will be back in a few hours, have fun." She said before leaving.

"She's nice." Xavier said. "The one family member I can stand to be around." You breathed. You looked around at the families and sighed. "Want to get out of here? The whole happy family dynamic is beginning to get on my nerves." Xavier said. You nodded. "I'll get my book back from Ajax."

You found yourself in the studio again, sitting on the desk reading while Xavier drew. Even though you didn't speak, there was something comforting in the silence.

He looked over as a strand of hair fell just by your cheek, him moving it. You looked up with a smile, Xavier smiling back. He kissed you, you grinning as you closed your book, moving closer to him. "Have I mentioned how lucky I am to have you?" You asked. He grinned. "You're lucky? I feel like I'm the lucky one..." he said making you smile. "Y'know we are dating..." he said. "Really... shocker." You said making him chuckle. "And we're quite friendly with each other... and we're allllll alone here." He said. You blinked. "We could-" "I'm not ready!" You halted. He stared at you. "I just learned how to trust certain people, I don't think I can handle-" "I was going to suggest making out." He said.

"Oh.... Oh uhm..." you flushed red. "...Y/n it's okay that you're not ready. We don't need to do anything you're not comfortable with." He assured. You nodded slowly. "...Now about making out, that I'm definitely ready for." You said making him laugh. He kissed you, you grinning. You eventually parted for air, smiling as you bit your lip. He leaned back in, your body sinking into his as your arms rested on his shoulders. He cradled your face as if it was the most precious thing to him. He smiled, resting his forehead on yours. He kissed your forehead and pulled away slightly before noticing more of your hair had turned white.

"What's wrong?" You asked. "Nothing. Your hair is just more... white." He said. You blinked, pulling out the camera on your phone. "Oh god" you breathed. "It's not that bad!" He said. "Xavier my hair is turning white! I look like Lady gaga!" You said. "Y/n, really. You look good, I promise." He said. "You're my boyfriend, it's your job to say things like that!" You groaned, getting up. You sighed. "I have to talk to Grandmama. She's the only one who'd know what to do." You said. "Is she an expert on banshees?" He asked. "Something like that." You sighed.

You opened the door to the studio, jumping as you saw Weems with your grandmother. "Oh! Good, you were here." Weems said. Your grandmother leaned forward noticing your hair as Xavier slipped through the door, locking the studio back. "Your hair is whiter." She noticed. "I know. I wanted to talk to you-" "We've come up with a solution. Your fencing course is going to be dropped for a more... hands on approach to your abilities." Weems said. "And that is?" "I'm going to teach you." Your Grandmother said.

You blinked, confused. "But...you're not a banshee. How am I supposed to learn-" "Because I know what there is to know about this. It is me, or nothing." She said. You slowly nodded. "Okay then." You said. "So you're my teacher. That must mean you're staying in Jericho?" You asked. "Thought you were getting rid of me after the weekend hm?" She teased. "No, I'm glad you're staying." You assured. "Come. I want a tour. And I must get to know your boyfriend." Your grandmother said. "Boyfriend? Hm." Weems took note in her words.

Xavier followed you both, eventually you sitting in the quad surrounded by the other families. He seemed surprised to see Bianca with her arms crossed at a table with her mother. "So, Xavier will we get to meet your parents?" Your grandmother asked. Xavier chuckled. "Uhm. No, my dad never comes to this and my mother passed away when I was three." He said. She frowned. "Oh- Oh Xavier I'm sorry." She said. "It's nothing Miss-" "Ah." He chuckled. "It's nothing Katherine." He said. You smiled slightly.

"Oh! Food. I'll get us plates." She said, leaving you with Xavier. "Sorry about..." "she's curious, it's no problem. I'm used to answering these questions." He said. You looked around. "Looks like Wednesday's parents are here." You noticed. "I'm beginning to understand why she's... her." He said. You turned to him. "Is she still accusing you?" You asked. "Yeah. It doesn't help that you're my alibi. She thinks you're in on it." He sighed. "She what?" You asked. "She thinks that you're covering for my absences in the moments that count." He said. "I swear, she's ridiculous!" You sighed. "I know." He muttered. You held his hands. "She's not getting to you is she?" You asked. "No. I just don't like that she's dragging you into this." He said. You pressed a kiss to his knuckles and he smiled slightly, putting a hand to your cheek.

"I got us some wings. Looks like it's a party after all." Your grandmother said. You smiled looking at her. You began eating, Xavier going to Ajax's table to say hello to his family. "Listen, Y/n. About your mother..." "she couldn't be bothered to show up." You reminded her of her words. "She called while I was with Weems." She said. "And?" "Well sh-" "Y/n?"

You looked up, seeing your mother. You dropped your food and frowned. You didn't move. "Mother." You breathed. "I've missed you." She said. "Yes, the letters you've sent made that crystal clear." You scoffed, crossing your arms. She opened her mouth and you got up. "I don't want to hear it." You said. "Y/n I just want to talk. Weems thought-" "Oh, Weems thought? Great. Let me see what she has to say." You scoffed, getting up. "Y/n, please sit down." "And do what? Pretend we're a happy family!? Act like you didn't abandon me!?" You asked. People began turning their heads. "You tried to change me!" You snapped. "I just thought-" "I don't want to hear it!" You yelled before walking away.

Xavier frowned. "It was nice seeing you all but I should really check on Y/n." He said to Ajax's family. He followed after you, unsure where you had gone. You weren't in your room, you hadn't gone to the library... at least... not the visible library. The thought occured to him that you might've gone to a place with limited access, him going to the poe statue. He snapped his fingers, sure to make sure the entrance was sealed once he entered. He found you, sitting with your legs crossed.

"You saw the fight?" You mumbled, wiping your eyes. "Yeah... bits of it." He said, walking over to you. He slid down to the floor sitting next to you. "It was four months after dad died. I wasn't saying much... I began avoiding people. Mother convinced me to go with her on a trip." You said. He listened, confused. "She forced me through an exorcism." You told him.

Your words hung in the air. Xavier looked at you shocked. "She hoped by doing so, the spirit of death would separate from the soul." You explained. You closed your eyes, Xavier wrapping his arms around you. "That's horrible." He said. "I don't want her here." You mumbled. "I know." He said softly.

Ajax walked down the stairs. "Hey. Came to check on you." He said. You leaned off Xavier's shoulder, looking at him. "Can you stay with her? I have to do something." Xavier said. "Okay." Ajax nodded, sitting next to you. Xavier kissed your head before leaving you. "You don't have to explain anything." He said. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you. "Thanks Jax." You mumbled. "Anything for my friend." He said.

Xavier walked out to the quad, adults standing around shocked. "What happened?" He asked Bianca. "Wednesday's dad just got arrested." He said. He gaped slightly. "Where's Y/n?" She asked. "Her mom showed up. I'm trying to get her to leave." He sighed. "Want me to help?" She asked. "She's in the Nightshade hideout with Ajax." Xavier said. "I'll check on them. I don't think she finished eating." She said, grabbing a small plate of food before leaving.

He walked over to the two arguing adults. "Xavier, is she okay?" Your grandmother asked. "No. She wishes that you weren't here." He said to your mother. "I only want to patch things up-" "you've made no effort to do so!" He snapped. Your mother frowned. "Just who do you think you are!?" She asked. "Someone who actually cares about your daughter! She checks the mail every single day hoping there is something from you. She keeps her phone on her in case you call. So far, the only known texts I'm aware of are from her-" he pointed to your grandmother "and from your phone service asking to refill the phone plan!" He said. She fell silent. "You can't seriously expect that showing up here would actually end well. Y/n doesn't want you here. She wants her here but not you." Xavier declared. "I'm not leaving until I speak to my daughter. Regardless of whatever bullshit she sent her little boyfriend to say to me." She sighed. "She doesn't know I'm here." He said.

Bianca came down the stairs, you looking over. "Heard you were also having mommy issues." She said, sitting on your other side. She handed you the plate. "Thanks Bianca." You said with a sad chuckle. "48 hours ago I wanted to strangle you. Now I'm bringing you food and realizing you and I are really similar." She said. You smiled slightly. "Where's Xavier?" You asked. "Dunno. He said he had to do something." She said. You bit into a small biscuit.

"Y/n" you heard the voice from Dr. Kinbott's office. You frowned, standing up. "Did you hear that?" You asked. Ajax and Bianca stood up. "Hear what?" You asked. "Y/n..." it called again. You began following it, going out of the hideout. Ajax and Bianca followed, watching you listen for something they couldn't hear. You opened a door, finding a large object with small steps leading up to it. It had a sheet over it. "...What the hell is this?" Bianca asked. You walked towards it, pulling the sheet off the object to reveal a large mirror. "Why is there an entire room for a mirror?" Ajax asked. "Y/nnnn" the voice called.

It was coming from inside the mirror...

You stared into it, placing your hand against the glass. "Y/n I don't think this is a good idea." Bianca said. You pushed and your hand went through. "The mirror's a portal" Ajax gaped. "Y/n, seriously this seems bad." Bianca warned. You had to admit, everytime you followed the voice something had tried to kill you. Perhaps it was best to leave it alone.

You pulled back, turning around. "You're right-" a hand reached from the mirror, yanking you back into it. "Y/N!" Ajax and Bianca yelled. "Stay here, I'm getting Weems!" Ajax said. Bianca nodded as he ran through the halls. He frantically knocked on her office door but no one answered, him groaning as he took off into a sprint for the quad.

"I'm telling you, Y/n doesn't want to see you. Why is that answer not good enough!?" Xavier asked. "Because I-" "Xavier, where's Weems!?" Ajax asked. He looked over. "Uh. She's giving parents a tour, what's wrong?" Xavier asked. "It's Y/n-"

You were back in the crimson realm, fog around you this time. You were face to face with a woman holding a lantern. "Who the fuck are you!?" You gasped. "My name is Estrid Holmes... I'm you." She said. You frowned. "What!?" You asked. "Someone is trying to kill you Y/n." She declared. "You're the death spirit here!" You halted. "What? No-no! We share a soul. I'm a past life. The death spirit is attacking you- it's a part of the ritual." She said. "What fucking ritual!?" You asked.

"The ritual to complete the banshee. The blood moon will complete it all. Everything will happen at once. Nevermore and you by extension are in danger." She said. You shook your head confused. "Where are we, what is this- how the hell did I get here through a mirror!?" You asked. A shriek came through the woods. The woman grabbed your hand. "We have to get you back to the portal." She said. "I came through-" you turned around to where the portal was originally and nothing was there. "It moves. Come." Estrid ushered.

You two ran with her lantern through the fog. "You have to defeat the banshee to control it but you are not ready. Not right now." She said. "Where are we!?" You asked. "The fade." She answered. "What" "it is what separates life and death. The world in between." She explained as you ran. "What's the lake?" You asked. "The way to pass on." She said. "So that's why I nearly died." You breathed. "When a fully living person tries to pass through the lake, a kelpie nearly drowns them." She said. "I thought kelpies were horses?" "Some are. Others prefer the shape of humans." She said before seeing a glint on top of a large rock.

The shriek was heard again closer. "No..." Estrid breathed. "What's wrong?" You asked. "It found us."

Xavier ran in, Bianca looking at him panicked. "What happened to Weems!?" She asked. "Ajax is looking for her, what happened!?" Xavier asked. "I don't know! She went though that thing!" Bianca said, pointing to the mirror. He shoved off his jacket. "Where are you going!?" She asked. "To find her." He said before going through the mirror.

He had trouble seeing through the fog but he could hear something. A struggle. He made out a fire in the distance, running towards it to find a woman on the ground. Her veins were black and her eyes were glazed over. "Where's Y/n?" He asked. She slowly lifted her hand and pointed towards her.

A blue flash shot out, a shriek being heard. He ran towards it, finding you looking around panicked. "Y/n!" He gasped. You frowned. "Xavier!?" You asked, turning to him to reveal a small cut on your forehead. "We need to go!" He said. "Shhh!" You hushed. He blinked, hearing a snap. You turned towards the noise, hands up.

Something shot out of the fog tackling you to the ground. Xavier reached to help. "DON'T! TOUCH! IT!" You yelled. He pulled back, watching as the cloaked creature strangled you. You struggled, feeling the ground until you found a rock, slamming it into its head. It let out a shriek, falling off of you. You got up, grabbing Xavier's hand. "RUN." you said. He nodded, both of you taking off into a sprint.

Ajax came back with Weems. "What's happened?" She asked. "Xavier and Y/n are in the mirror!" She said. Weems frowned. "Did they go unarmed!?" She asked. "Arm- Why would they need weapons!?" Bianca asked. Weems frowned looking at the mirror. "God help us all."

You ran next to Xavier. "What the hell was that thing!?" Xavier asked. "A death spirit!" You answered as you ran. You could see the mirror but you heard the shriek again. "It's nearby." You breathed. He frowned. "What do we do?" He asked. "You have to leave." You said. "What? No I'm not leaving you with that thing!" He halted. "Xavier, I can't lose you." You said. "And I can't lose you!" He said. You frowned as the shriek got closer. "Let's just get to the mirror." You said. You rushed through the fade to get to the mirror, finally having it within arm's reach.

"You have to defeat the banshee to control it"

You looked at the portal and then the fog. "Y/n come on." Xavier said. You swallowed hard. "I'm sorry." You said before shoving him through it. The portal changed locations, leaving you in the fog.

Xavier fell out of the portal, Bianca and Ajax frowning. "Where's Y/n!?" Weems asked. "She... she shoved me through- I..." Xavier breathed. "She's not ready for this!" Weems breathed. "Perhaps she is." Your grandmother said, standing in the doorway. "The voices guided her here in the first place. Perhaps they felt she was ready." She said. "Katherine, she just learned about her cooling abilities!" Weems argued. "We have to trust that she knows what she's doing." Your grandmother said calmly. "She could die!" Weems said. "Why are you so calm about this?" Xavier asked. "Because she knows my daughter. And so do I." Your mother said standing next to her. "She's not going down without a fight."

Your nerves were cool, frost falling from your palms as you stood ready. "Come on!" You yelled. "I'm right here! Come and get me!" You yelled. The woods were dead silent. You knew you weren't alone. You could feel it.

The creature charged, leaving you to shoot off frost at it. It growled like a feral human, crawling on all fours as it charged. It scratched your shoulder, blood trickling down your arm as you shot off an icicle, cutting a piece of the cloak off. It growled, scratching your side. You let out a grunt of pain, backing away. It got up, letting out a seething growl before tackling you back, injuring your leg. You stabbed it's shoulder with an icicle, forcing it back off you. It prepared to charge again until you attacked with more frost, forcing it on its back. It shrieked and you prepared to stab it through with an icicle until you saw its face.

"...You're me." You breathed. The hair was white and the eyes were black but it was you. You dropped your hands in shock. The version of you looked up at you, panting. "Eyes of silver hair drained of color, you will feel the death of others. When the blood moon rises to power, your enemies will cower. Let this warning be held with caution, for your path is mostly forgotten... we will join as one and your lessons will have begun." She said before disappearing.

"How do we know she's okay? Is there a time limit?" Bianca asked. "We will know if she dies." Weems muttered. "How?" Xavier asked concerned. "The mirror will close" she said, watching it intently. Ripples formed before you walked out, bleeding from your side and arms. Your eyes were silver now, Weems staring in shock. You looked at your grandmother.

"I'm ready now."

[stevebabey]

another one! 📽 📽

imagine it’s summer and it’s hot and the sun is so toasty on your skin and steve feels restless and spontaneous so he suggests you go on a drive so you pack some driving snacks and hit the road. it somehow ends with you and steve at lovers lake (or a less traumatic lake for him poor lad lol) and y’all go for a dip, in your underwear or maybe, ya know, a lil skinny dipping shenanigans are in your future 😉 *in the summertime by mungo jerry plays*

okay ily ruby have fun and again congrats girl!!! xoxo

mmmmm we all deserve summertime steve for fuckin real obsessed with the vibes you have created in the studio today maddie ur brain so delicio 🌊 yet again, i cannot shut up for the life of me <3 i want to go swchimming w him so bad fr he’s such a summer bf

it’ll have been one of those sweltering nights where even the sheets feel too much and come morning, not one ounce of you wants to stay in bed and cuddle like you normally do because it’s stinkin’ hot and you’re fairly certain steve is already sweating lightly just pressed next to you— you tell him as much when he tries to sleepily cuddle you in closer, giving him a pout and a “s’too warm, stevie :(“ and steve can’t even disagree, he’s burning up in the heat of the sun through your windows - but there’s also a glimpse of blue blue sky stretching out endlessly, which means opportunity !

so he flops back, relents the space and stares at the ceiling while u stare at him, just observing him lovingly, counting every mole <3 he takes a minute of quiet contemplation, during which your back manages to get completely heated, pressed against the mattress, and you’re bout to complain bout it again when he blows a raspberry and turns his head to face you. “d’ya wanna go for a drive? :) nd maybe a swim?” and god, if that doesn’t sound like heaven- you’re nodding along before you even open your mouth but also, u gotta check in with him “you sure ya wanna swim, stevie?” and his eyes search your face for a moment, thinking about it properly, before he nods, a grateful smile pulling at his lips, “yeah, honey, we’ll drive outta hawkins to find a good spot- sound okay?”

overtop your swimsuit, you pick a nice pair of daisy-dukes that definitely catch steve’s eye for an extra second and you grin, having to shoo him into getting ready— and you meet him down in his car, rolling the windows down to combat the sun that’s letting out blistering hot heatwaves, making u long for a popsicle or anything icy really. steve’s out a couple minutes later, two towels over his shoulders and a— you sit up a bit straighter, spotting the picnic basket in his hands!!! he calls forward as he opens the trunk to put stuff in, “i thought we could have some snacks! make a lil picnic date of it!” and you chest bursts with warmth and love for him and you literally can’t say anything except, “you’re sorta incredible, steve harrington” and it’s just the thing to say to get that flushed colour on his cheeks that has nothing to do with the heat and all to do with what you do to him.

driving along, you desperately wish you had a camera if only to capture the image of steve beside you, windows down, the breeze ruffling his hair and the collar of his shirt which is unbuttoned dangerously low. you can see the thatch of chest hair against his tan chest, his collarbones that are honestly begging for a lovebite or maybe ten, those classic cool glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. you’re fairly certain you could look at him like this for hours- and he seems to return the sentiment fully, spending the drive torn between glancing at you in the passenger seat — one hand curled over your thigh, fingers drumming, and a happy grin on his face — and his eyes on the open road that takes you out of hawkins. the warm wind whips in through the windows and blankets you both in the glow of summer :)

steve ends up finding a nice swimming hole, 20 minutes out of hawkins, that’s part of one big river winding through the countryside. it’s busy, people swarming around the water like ants to honey, but that’s to be expected in the the heat of summer. you nd steve both instinctively steer clear of the crowd, wandering further up stream to see if you can find a sweet lil bay for just the two of you— and you manage to find another sweet lil spot that’s empty besides from you two and steve declares himself king of the beach, planting the picnic basket like a flag.

the heat is infinitely worse out of the car, without any wind to cool you off, and the trickling sounds of the river might be your greatest temptation, besides your boyfriend who’s wasted no time in tugging his shirt up and over his head. the sight of him in just those small swimming shorts, tan hairy thighs on display, might just rival the river for your attention. the water in the river moves about sluggishly, swirling around itself in a syrupy motion, and you know it’s about to be the best cool off of your life- you follow steve’s motions and shed off your shorts and shirt in record speed

steve’s already waiting for you in the shallows, water sloshing around his ankles noisily, and looking back at you he can’t resist the urge to let a little whistle when you drop your shorts — it earns him an endeared eye-roll that only makes his grin a little wider, his hand planting on his hips, “just enjoying the view, don’t mind me” so you take that as your cue to take off, feet splashing in the shallow water and you’re diving in without a moments hesitation— it’s freezing and the sensation of it zings every nerve til you’re unable to do anything but grin and curse when you come up because fuck, it’s cold. it’s fantastically cold.

steve’s still waiting in the shallows, that familiar smitten expression on his face as he watches you gasp at the temperature change and push back your soaked hair from your face, spin to look for him and grin wider when he comes into view. you paddle back in his direction, shaking off the droplets that collect at your chin. your feet find the bottom of the riverbed and you stand, against the push of the river, and hold out your hands for him, trying to coax him in to join you in the deeper parts of the river. because you know, it’s always a bit hard after everything, entering water again — you can still see the twisted up skin that stretches up his sides, faded with time, but a memory etched into his skin all the same.

steve takes a step out towards you, then another, then pauses and his eyes scour the water all around you— his expression already falling away to concern. you can sense his mothering sense rising up and try to quell it before he can voice any anxieties, “eyes on me, stevie” you say, with a wry grin and make grabby hands at him, encouraging him more- you can see the quick inhale he does before he pushes forward, eyes focused on you, your loving grin, your inviting hands, and he doesn’t stop til he can grab them with his own. you’re pushing off the riverbed instantly, legs up and around his waist and shifting so your hands circle around his neck, sweet murmurs about how you’re proud of him til steve is warm enough in the face that he simply has to dunk to both of you, his mischievous grin giving you warning just a second too late

you’re gasping, coughing just a bit when he pulls you both back up and you smack him in the chest— “you bastard! you- i can’t believe you—“ and when he sinks his knees a little deeper, you change your tone quick, clambering closer to him, “don’t you dare, steve, i swear, if you want remain in a loving relationship you will—” “gimme a kiss,” he interrupts and your head snaps from watching the cool water swirl around you to his face and he’s grinning, completely serious, his hands on your waist pulling you closer til he’s nosing along the damp plane of your neck, mumbling into it “kiss or get dunked. that’s the deal, sweetheart,” and then he presses a hot kiss under your jaw and pulls back to wait for you to make a decision. you sigh real heavy like it’s a chore, hanging your head back as you pretend to think about it with a loud “hmmmm” til you’re about sure he’s gonna dunk you again. your thighs tighten and you pull yourself up with your grip around his neck and give him exactly what he asked for :) then u guys eat ur picnic and it’s the perfect lil summertime date :) this is too long my god

[metalprompts]

*      🤘   ―    ﴾  𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜  ﴿   :   𝐉𝐇𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐒.

a compilation of sentence starters taken from various videos from the jhofffilms youtube channel.  feel free to change and adjust as necessary.

" why would i wanna ruin the moshpit smell? “

“ you spilled beer everywhere ! “

“ what are you talking about? you have like, a thousand shirts. “

“ it’s $200 for the tickets, $300 for the backstage pass, $100 in service fees, plus $66. so that makes the total $666. “

“ if i get a shirt after the show, all my sizes are sold out. “

“ so then you buy the wrong shirt size and then you cut it? i don’t see why this is a problem. “

“ fucking slayer ! “

“ i hate when people assume my vest is my boyfriend’s vest. “

“ wait, what the fuck? isn’t that my vest? “

“ did you spend all your money on merch again? “

“ my favorite band? fucking exodus. only paul baloff era. “

“ i enjoy frolicking through the park, long walks through the pit, and double bass pedals. “

“ i just wanna get some sleep at one a.m. i don’t wanna listen to kreator’s third album in reverse order for the fourth time in a row. “

“ c’mon, motherfucker. i’m gonna teach you how to thrash. “

“ no karate in the pit ! “

“ who puts on headphones when they’re at a show? you wanna lose your hearing whenever you go to a concert ! “

“ you can live off of almonds. and beer. it’s good for your health. “

“ bonnaroo? what the fuck is bonnaroo? “

“ get back in your cab and go back to hot topic. “

“ i’m selling bootleg death angel t-shirts out of the trunk of my car so if you wanna get some good shit, just let me know. “

“ what the fuck is death angel?”

“ can you just, cool the metalhead thing? these guys aren’t metalheads. “

“ i’ve been to better keggers on a easter sunday than this shit. “

“ do these guys even listen to the second wave of norwegian black metal? “

“ you’re wearing a ghost shirt. your opinion is irrelevant. “

“ non-metalheads don’t get it. “

“ i washed your vest. it smelled like beer and sweat. “

" you went into my closet and took them, didn’t you? “

“ you’re my metal brother now, dude. “

“ in the name of paul baloff, gary holt, and freddie mercury. “

“ is this where we come to worship lemmy? “

“ there’s nothing more rad in this world than watching some sicko getting hacked to bits by some immortal bastard wearing a hockey mask because he’s late for his game. “

“ do not say one fucking bad word about cliff. “

“ fuck it, i’m gonna burn this church down. “

“ what’s with all these crosses? is it a black sabbath reunion? “

“ you gotta assert your dominance in the pit. “