#why can't these just be easy to pair so she can have her tv???? why is this so fucking difficult???????

[fauxfroot]

@ tv and remote programmers who made it so the cable box remote doesn't automatically adjust volume and power: get fucked

[heaven4lostgirls]

promises and dreams

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warning: angst, mentions of throwing up and blood, canon typical death and violence included!

summary: finnick odair is your best friend, but somehow you cant find it within yourself to be aanything more. Now that the 75th Hunger Games calls for Victors to be reaped you make it your plan to bring Finnick back home to Annie or you will die trying

word count: 1.3k

a/n: sorry ive been gone for so long! i have just finished uni so i am working on getting some more content out as soon as i can! have this to tide you over in the mean time but i can't wait to get back to posting! part 2?

part 1, part 2, part 3

You were sitting in the victors village of district 4 as you turned on the television to listen to the reaping news for the 75th Hunger Games. Your glass on the table in front of you was filled with amber liquid to quell the anxiety you felt as you hear Snow’s grating voice flood your home. Your hands are shaking as you’re forced to relive the memories of your own hunger games, which you had won at only 16.  

The victors that came after you were mentored by either you, or Finnick Odair, the Capitol’s prince. You had a harder time disassociating from  being a mentor when your tributes were in the games, Finnick always seemed so determined to get them sponsors and help them  in any way he could but for you, it was almost as worse as being in the games yourself.

Finnick and you had always been close, only drifting apart when his womanly companions found it necessary, he spend more time with them rather than you. You couldn’t blame them, if Finnick was yours you too would probably be uncomfortable but that never meant it hurt any less to see your best friend discard you as though you were nothing.

The only person you could never find it in yourself to dislike was ironically the only one of his  partner’s that  never dismissed  you, Annie Cresta. She was the epitome of beauty to you, there was no question about why Finnick fell in love with her. She had  been dealt just as bad of a hand in her own games and the both of you had found solace in one another. She could  not have been a better fit for Finnick and although your heart felt as though it was shattering each time you were forced to watch him look at her the way you longed, he would  look at you, you stayed strong.

That was how you found a paternal comfort in Haymitch Abernathy, Katniss Everdeen’s mentor, he was one of the only people who understood how easy it was for you to turn to drinking in favour of trying to find your tributes sponsors because of your own trauma. He knew just as well as you did just how  hard your games were for you; you had fought tooth and nail to make it back to your family only for them to turn you away in disgust for the atrocities you had committed in the games.

One of them always haunting you, You and 12-year-old George were the last tributes standing in the arena and you knew straight away that there was no way you would  be going home, you couldn’t kill him. That was until he ran to attack you and in a strike of defence you had pushed him, he had landed on one of the spears of the dead tributes. His lifeless eyes have haunted your nightmares to  this day.

As you tune back into the Capitol TV, you hear Snow’s voice state, “…the third quarter quell games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors from each district”. Your heart thuds inn your chest as bile rises in your throat. You can feel your eyes burning with unshed tears as you disconnect from reality.  The only thing that brings you back is the realisation that the other victors may  just as well be in the same predicament.

You get up to go to Finnick’s house, the light is on, so you know he must be at home so as you knock on the door, shaking on the front step in either coldness or fear, you’re no longer sure, you’re greeted with Finnick’s hard gaze as he opens the door to let you in. You whisper a small greeting as your eyes travel to the couch in front of the TV where Annie sits, she’s a mess of tears and you can only hold off for so long before you make your way towards her to comfort her.  

Finnick watches the both of you in pain and worry as you try and keep yourself composed to focus on Annie, you know just how hard it must  be for her, she had never truly been okay after her games so right then you had made the decision. If Annie’s name was ever called, you would volunteer for her, you could not sit at home and watch one of your best friends relive their pain on national television as you sat back and did nothing.

“I can’t believe this; how can they  do this?  After our games we were supposed to live! I can’t go back there” Annie says, and you softly rock the both of you as you rub her back, you look over her shoulder to where Finnick is standing and watching you both as his features tighten in anger.

“It’s going to be okay, I promise, you’re not going into that arena, okay?” Annie pulls away and looks  up at you in shock and she’s shaking her head as she lifts her hand to her mouth to stifle her sobs. “You can’t” She says, and you smile back at her as you tuck her long hair behind her ear as you move to hug her, whispering in her ear, “I will make sure he comes back to you” and Annie  squeezes you tighter.

You realise then that whatever happens in the reaping and the games, that  its much bigger than you. Since Finnick had a high chance of volunteering for any of the younger and older victors you  knew that it was up to you to bring him back home. He had a reason to come back, Annie needed him more than you did, and you acknowledge that even if he had never loved you the same way you may love him, that with you dying breath you would make sure he came back to Annie.

The day of the reaping, you stood in the middle of Annie and Mags as they took out  the name for the female tribute, “The female tribute from District 4 is, Annie Cresta-“ Before the announcer is done speaking your mouth moves without thinking, “I volunteer as tribute.” You state with confidence and hear Annie flinch as tears rise in her eyes. You let go of her hand and walk to the front of the podium, the announcer looks at you in shock and sympathy before she announces, “Our Volunteer in place of Annie Cresta, Y/N Y/LN!” she states.

You feel Finnick’s hard gaze on you as they wait for the announcement of the male tribute. When Finnick’s name is called, your heart clenches in pain at the thought of your best friend having to see you die in the arena. His demeanour instantly  switches to play the part of the Capitol’s  prince as he makes his way to stand next to you.  You both smile at the crowd as you make your way towards the train to say goodbye  to your loved ones.

As Finnick and Annie say heartfelt goodbye’s you realise that nobody has come to see you, you wipe the tears pooling in your eyes as Annie turns to you after saying bye to Finnick, she runs and hugs you and thanks you softly in your ear. You squeeze her tightly and reiterate your previous promise before you’re met with the solemn gaze of Finnick.

You nudge him with your arm and playfully tease him, “That looks isn’t very Capitol Prince of you Finn”, his strained smile does not go unnoticed, but you attest it to the pain of having to relive the games however the only thought running through Finnick’s  mind is how he plans on keeping you safe.

Somehow you both think that trying to save the other might just be your own downfall.

[sunny44]

I can’t do this anymore

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x wife!reader

Warnings: fights and mentions of divorce.

Summary: Y/n is tired of living in a marriage where she is the only one who puts him as a priority.

Next chapter

I knew that marriages were not easy, and I also knew that it would be hard to be married to a guy who spends most of the year away from home.

Carlos and I met when we were 20, dated for 5 and have been married for 3, we have never had any problems that would make me think about not being with him anymore.

But lately this thought has been haunting me and silently torturing me.

We are already at a stage in our relationship where we should be thinking about having a family, or are already trying to.

Actually I was thinking about it but it seems that Carlos wants to avoid this thought at all costs.

I try to bring him into a conversation and he cuts me off, changes the subject or even says that he can't be a father right now.

This weekend was the race in Spain and me and his family were here cheering for him.

"Are you okay honey?" His mother asks.

"Yeah, just a little nauseous." At the same time she smiles.

"Honey that's great, I knew you and Carlos were at that part of the relationship but I didn't think it was this close."

"No, no I'm not pregnant." Her smile fades. "I wanted to but I'm not and I don't think I will be for a long time."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." I try to deflect the subject.

"Come on, let's get some coffee." I sigh and go with her.

After we buy the coffees and find a quieter place and she returns to the subject.

"Is something going on with you and Carlos? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, or at least I think so."

"Do you want to tell me?"

"It's just that we've been together for many years now and I thought by this point in our relationship we'd be planning to have a family and everything but Carlos doesn't seem very interested in that." I took a sip of my coffee. "I guess we are at different points in our lives."

"And that worries you doesn't it?"

"It's just that Carlos has putting his career first more than anything right now and I know how important it is to him and that's not a problem for me, it never has been. It's just that at the end of it all what we have in life is our family and I don't want to have to wait any longer for him to decide he wants to before we get started."

"I'm sorry about that." I smiled and wiped my tears away.

"It's okay." She smiles and we remain silent.

…

We were already back at home, Carlos had come in second place and obviously wasn't one of the happiest but he wasn't unhappy either.

"Can we talk?" I asked sitting down next to him on the couch.

"I'm tired now."

"But you're not to watch soccer aren't you." I said ironically starting to get up but he held my hand and turned off the TV.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Let's talk."

"We're fine aren't we?"

"Of course we're fine, why are you asking that?”

"Because I feel like every time I go to talk to you about our family or the lack of it you cut me off and change the subject and that makes me feel like you don't want or you don’t want with me."

"Love is not that." He comes closer and wipes a tear that has run down my cheek. "It's not that I don’t want to have a family with you but we can't right now."

"What do you mean we can't now?"

"It's just that I really feel like I have a chance to win this year and I can't have any distractions." At this I laughed wryly.

"Distractions? Is that what I am to you? A fucking distraction." I get up from the couch. "I’m sorry Carlos that I'm a distraction to you and that me thinking about our future is something that bothers you so much, but I'm not going to stand here and let my life pass me by just because you don't want to have a family."

"What does that mean?"

"That I can't do this anymore." He got up from the couch. "I don't want to wait around anymore waiting for you to decide whether or not to have children because I want to, I want to be a mother, I want to leave something in this world after I die and I'm not going to wait around for you anymore."

"What are you saying?"

"I want a divorce."

"What? Babe don’t say that."

"I've already made up my mind Carlos. I've been thinking about it for a while and I didn't want this because I love you so much but you're leaving me no other option." He tries to get close to me but I pull away. "I'm going to get my things and go to my parents house and I'm going to start divorce proceedings as soon as possible."

I didn't even let him speak, I just went upstairs to our room and grabbed a suitcase and started putting some things inside.

When I came downstairs he was sitting on the couch in shock.

"I'll get the rest of my stuff another time." He doesn't even look at me and I even think he heard well so I just walked out leaving my whole life behind.

And that's when I realized that the worst feeling is when you don't want to give up on someone but you know you have to.

Let me know if you guys are interested in a part 2

[anintriguedintrovert]

It's just lazy writing honestly. Saying that you want to develop a "mature relationship" between two characters and killing off the female character to fuel man pain is such a tired and dirty trope.

And from his own words in that article - caryl falling in love is "obvious" and "easy" and such a "TV book of tricks" (again - all of these words could have different interpretations.)

Like, my dude, "friends to lovers" is an old but gold timeless trope for a reason. UNLIKE, introducing a female character and killing her to serve the male character's man pain (if that is the route they are in fact taking - I would rather her live or have her death serve some larger/meaningful purpose - bcoz yes...i can't imagine Daryl and Isabelle together - they have known each other for two months and most it has been her lying to him/manipulating him - my man deserves better BUT I also want female characters to be treated fairly) Forcing a relationship between her and Daryl so that the audience would feel more for her when she dies - and completely reducing her death to prop up Daryl is NOT the way to go. Give her a meaningful arc and real/clear/grounded motives and emotional depth.

Also - can we like backtrack here for a minute - saying that making Caryl romantic would be too easy - is like the most ridiculous thing I have heard in a while. Besides the fact that they are both incredibly complex and layered characters of their own right (the best to come out of TWDU imho) - their shared journey is such a gold mine in terms of potential - there is angst, real emotional stakes and conflicts, so much freaking build up that was already established (I mean the entire s10 arc was basically the angst-iest fanfiction to ever fanfiction) - and underneath it all - a bond/understanding/love that is so revered by so many (even the non-carylers). AND - the chemistry between the actors is the perfect cherry on top of this fantabulous sundae. I mean, u can create a whole rom com and a half out of it.

The easy route is pairing Daryl up with a character like Isabelle. Because it doesn't take much creativity or much thinking honestly.

In short, if you are going to go with a TV trope - plz don't put your bets on something as tired and tedious as reducing a female characters death so that the man can cry a few tears. Go with the tried and tested and timeless dynamic so many ppl root for (I mean - I only recently joined twitter to get updates on the Book of Carol - and twdcaryl has been trending for like three days straight now - and that Entire hype is created by carylers- they are out there dissecting every teeny tiny bts pic that we get from s3 - and creating fan art and just non stopping talking about it.)

I only finished twd a few months backs and since then, have been obsessed with this dynamic. I can't say I have hopes for canon. And I have never once interacted with this fandom beyond liking posts and devouring caryl fanfiction from so many talented writers here. But this article just seems like the dumbest decision ever (like why dig your own grave)

Me about Caryl...

[heli-writes]

Heartbreak and other nuisances, part 2.

Pairing: Pro-hero!Deku x female!reader

Summary: Love is never easy, especially when you're the number one hero of Japan. After getting dumped by his childhood love, Deku just can't seem to get it right, much to his mother's disappointment. When he meets y/n, he is convinced it will just be a one-night stand. Or being fuck buddies. His broken heart stands in his way. And you've got your own demons to fight.

Disclaimer: nsfw, smut, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, angst, heartbreak, bisexuality

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Minors do not interact.

Note: I finally got around to write a second part of this!

Part 1, Part 2

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Izuku massages his temples. It's been just a couple of hours but the day is already too long. Izuku considers himself the kind of hero who prefers working outside, on the street. Patrolling, taking on missions, actively helping and saving people. That's why he became a hero in the first place.

He's shy by nature and therefore working with the press and fans is not really his thing. Over the years, he learned to play along. Smile at fans, give funny answers in interviews and always seem collected and content. Truth is though, most of these times he feels rather uncomfortable. Despite his reputation, it's still hard to believe that people look up to him, and idolize him even. Inside, he's still that weird quirkless nerd Kacchan always made fun of.

Interviews are even worse. He feels like these interviewers are always out to get him. Try to squeeze something juicy out of him, something scandalous, something that could potentially ruin his career.

“Mr. Deku, you're almost up.”

A worker from the TV station rips him out of his thoughts. He puts on a brave smile and gives her a nod.

“Alright, I'm ready whenever!”, he tells the worker.

The worker disappears and Izuku can hear the TV host introduce his appearance.

Time to put on a show, he thinks.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

So far the questions have been tame. Mostly, the male host asked him about his work on the street and some upcoming fan events. Stuff he feels comfortable talking about. The female host chirped in here and there asking about his costume and the heroes that he teams up with from time to time. Izuku is very glad she didn't ask about his rivalry with Dynamight.

“So while we're talking about fans. We all know you are very popular with the ladies. Tell us, Deku, can you give our viewers some hope? Would you ever be open to dating a fan?”, the female host flashes him some pearly white teeth. Deku doesn't like where this is going. Predictable, expectable? Yes, both. Uncomfortable? Also yes.

“Well, I don't see why I wouldn't. I used to be a huge fan of All Might and he's basically my dad now.”, Izuku chuckles. He hopes mentioning All Might and his relationship with his mother is enough to divert the interviewer's curiosity. He rarely talks about them publicly. So, basically, he's throwing her a bone.

“I bet that's a huge relief for our viewers. But would any of them even have a chance? Are you open to date at the moment?”, the hostess continues her prodding.

An image of you pined beneath him flashes through his mind. Is he ready to date? He doesn't know.

Izuku gives her an awkward laugh.

“I guess I have to disappoint. The job is filling my days, thoughts and heart. I'm afraid there is not much room for anything else.”, he tells her.

When the woman gives him a Cheshire cat smile, he knows she's about to say something bad. Bad for him, but good for her.

“Yes, I bet serious dating must be hard in your line of work. But what about casual dating? There have been reports of you being seen with different women over the last year.”, she tells him innocently.

Izuku wants to roll his eyes. Really? That's where she is going? As if being photographed with someone means he's dating them.

Another image of you is flashing through his mind. This time you're sitting across from him in that bar. Looking all pretty in that dress, giving him bedroom eyes.

He's sure no one took pictures of you. His PR team would've given him hell if an image like that was leaked. Also, he's not dating you, not even casually. He slept with you one time.

And yet you left your contacts at his place.

“I'm afraid I'm not the type to date causally.”, he tells the interviewer and flashes her one of his signature smiles. Checkmate. Izuku feels triumphant when he sees the hostess's disappointed smile.

It disappears when the camera zooms in on her. “Well, ladies, you've heard it here! If our favorite hero falls for you, he's all in!”, she tells the camera with a booming smile.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Izuku feels more exhausted than he usually does. After he was finally allowed to go backstage again, people swarmed him. His PR team clapped him on the back, praising his witty answers. A backstage worker asked for an autograph for his kid. When he finally can retire to his dressing room, he's spent.

He slumps down in the chair in front of the big mirror with the big, round Hollywood-style lightbulbs around it. The bright light burns in his eyes. He takes a look at the reflection that stares back at him. The light makes him paler than he is. His skin looks almost ghostly and the makeup on his face suddenly does very little to hide the dark circles under his eyes. But, hey, at least his hair still looks perfect.

He can't seem to look away from his own image. For a moment he wonders if it's self-conceit so many heroes seem to carry. He watches his eyebrow furrow. That's not it. It's more like... looking at a stranger and trying to figure them out. What are they thinking? Do they have good intentions or bad ones? Can they be trusted? He scans his face like he does with villains and people in the street when he's patrolling.

He comes up with nothing.

He sighs and pushes a hand into the pocket of his pants. His fingers brush over the rough edges of the paper that's been sitting there for a couple of days now. By now the card must be bent and cracked. He pulls out your business card and looks at it.

Tutela Idumentis LLC Y/N L/N y/n.l/n@tutela-idumentis.com +1 711 23456

Of course, he's been nosy about the company on the card, so he googled it. Very quickly he ended up at an online store of a workwear clothing brand. Turns out, there's also a store of the brand here in Musutafu. Considering the lack of a title on your business card, he assumes you must work there as a store worker or something. Seems as if you aren't even a store manager.

He turns the card over and back to the front. He's tempted to send a text to the number on the card. That's why you left it, right? He sighs and shoves the card back into his pocket. Like he's done quite a few times before.

He doesn't need to text you. It's a bad idea. You both made it clear that you don't want a relationship. A hookup is fine, but turning it into a regular thing? That's the way you get caught by the press. Also, he's not sure if he can trust you. You had this aura around you. Kind of sneaky. And there's a devilish spark behind your eyes. He feels like it's best not to mess with you. He had a good night, you left and kept quiet about it. No big deal.

He decides that it's best to go home now. He gathers his things including a duffle bag with his hero costume and makes his way to the door. Usually, his security team would make sure that there is a car waiting for him but today he drove himself to the TV station. It gives him a certain authority over his own day instead of being dragged from one place to another. Lately, he's been feeling that most things lie outside of his control, so he enjoys these little decisions he can make for himself. Even if his head of security isn't always happy about them.

He manages to avoid most people on his way to the parking garage. After he's put his bag into the trunk, he slides into the driver's seat. He takes out his phone to put in the route back home. When he activates the mobile data on his phone, a flood of messages comes in. He's ignoring most of them but something catches his eye.

📷 @dynamight posted a new picture

He clicks on the notification and is led to Katsuki's Instagram page. He swallows hard when he sees the image Kacchan posted. It's a young woman in a white summer dress turning her back towards the camera with her arm outstretched behind her holding Katsuki's hand that can be seen at the bottom of the photo.

Izuku has met Kacchan's girlfriend before, even if it was only in passing. And yet the image of her burned itself into Izuku's mind. He's certain that it's her in the picture. Obviously, they are still together. But more importantly: Now they're officially together. That's more Izuku ever got from Katsuki.

Katsuki kept his relationship under wraps. Of course, there were rumors that he was seeing someone because the press always finds out. But he never commented on it, not even to deny the allegations.

And now he posted her. For the whole world to see. Telling everybody proudly: “That's my girl!”. No “We need to be careful.” or “Can you imagine what happens if this gets out?”. Izuku tries to swallow the lump in his throat. He feels betrayed. It's unfair. Why does this woman get what he wanted? What he waited for for so long? And she gets it this quickly? It makes him want to hate Katsuki. He's not sure what is boiling in his stomach, hurt or anger. Maybe both.

Quickly, he swipes the app away and opens maps.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

He thought about it the whole way home. He was brooding over the implications of the picture Katsuki posted. About how it will change Katsuki's life and his work as a hero. From now on, he probably will bring his girlfriend to every red carpet event. The same events Izuku is invited to. Pushing the image of him and her further down his throat.

The silence of his apartment welcomes him. He doesn't turn on the big lights just yet. Instead, he opens the refrigerator and stays in the cool, dim light of it. He rummages through it to find something edible but nothing seems to raise his appetite.

He opens his phone again. Stares at the picture for a while. Then, he pulls out your business card. He puts the card and the phone next to each other on the counter. Stares at them until they blur together in his vision. His heart is pounding.

Finally, he picks up his phone again and types in your number.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

To say you're surprised to hear from the Nr. 1 hero of Japan again is an understatement. After a couple of days have passed without him texting you, you actually forgot about him. You don't dwell on hookups very long, even when they're rich and famous. You've met quite a few rich and famous people in your lifetime and you have to say that most of them are absolute pricks. Especially the male ones.

So, you were quite surprised when Izuku texted you inviting you for dinner. You find that invitation rather odd. Didn't he just recently say in an interview that he doesn't date? Casually or otherwise? And if he wants to hook up again, he doesn't really need to take you out first. After all, you know where he lives and you most certainly are down to go again.

He may be a rich famous prick, but at least he knows what he's doing in bed. Well, to be fair, he didn't strike you as a prick. Maybe a bit desperate for praise, but all in all he was quite respectful. At least he didn't use your contact info to force a signed NDA out of you.

You wipe at the side of your eye. Your eyeliner didn't turn out the way you want it to look like. You contemplate wiping it off completely but you decide it's probably not worth it anyway. It's likely your makeup won't stay in place this evening anyway. At least, that's your intention.

It'd be kind of funny if Izuku had serious intentions with this date. Well, not really, but it's always funny to you when men are easily wrapped around your finger. It's funny to see men's logical thinking going out of the window when a female body is involved.

You slip into the fancy dress you picked for tonight. Izuku told you that the restaurant he's taking you requires formal wear. You find it comical that he invites you out to such a fancy dinner. You wonder if letting him come inside is enough for him to fall in love. It makes you think he's a little bit pathetic. You're not interested in a relationship. You've got work to do and high ambitions. Romantic relations tend to stand in one's way. Moreover, you never were the relationship kind of person.

Your phone rings and you see that Izuku texted you that he's waiting for you downstairs. You grab your purse and make your way to the door.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Izuku expected you to live in a small apartment in the city. Probably in an area with cheap corner stores and buildings that have long passed their prime days. Somewhere cheap, but not run down. Somewhere where people with normal jobs or many children live.

However, you live in the suburbs. In a nice neighborhood with families that have two cars in their driveways and a simple, but modern architecture. Apparently, you have a whole house to yourself. He wonders if it's your childhood home.

He parks the car in front of your front door and shoots you a text. Waiting for you, he feels kind of nervous. He wonders if this is really a good idea. He's not sure what he hopes to come from this. He's not ready to move on and he's sick and tired of superficial meetings and onenightstands. He concludes he must be trying to numb himself from the fact that he won't find love anytime soon or ever for that matter.

He swallows hard when he sees you stepping outside the door. You're wearing a long, red dress with a slit that goes up to your hip leaving the plumpness of your upper leg exposed. He did tell you that the place he's taking you requires formal wear but this dress looks like you certainly had something different in mind than just grabbing dinner. You're stunning and Izuku suddenly feels intimidated by you. Clearly, you're dressed to kill, or rather to fuck.

You walk up to his car and get in at the passenger side.

“Hey.”, you greet him with a toothy smile and Izuku has to admit that the smile makes you look even more stunning.

“Hey”, he tells you back. He knows he must sound a bit stiff, but to be fair he has no idea where he is going with all this.

An awkward silence befalls the car as he starts the engine and pulls out of your street. You can see how tense Izuku is. Clearly, he's nervous or at least highly uncomfortable. You wonder why he invited you in the first place. Also, you find it strange how the usually confident, sympathetic hero is reduced to... this. Somehow you doubt it's due to him being intimidated by your sex appeal.

When Izuku doesn't start a conversation, you do. You attempt to make some small talk with him.

“So, how was work today?”, you ask him. Izuku takes a moment to answer.

“It's been alright, I guess.”, he replies vaguely. Internally, you want to groan. You opened up the stage for him to boast about his work. That's what men like to do, right? Especially men who work in his field! You manage to avoid rolling your eyes.

“Alright, how are things on the street then? Patrol keeping you busy?”, you continue to ask him. You can hear Izuku breathing in in relaxation.

“It's been alright. Some villains here and there but mostly things are quiet.”, he tells you.

“Really, I mean that must mean you can relax a lot, right?”, you say teasingly. Izuku lets out a laugh and you think it's a nice sound.

“I wish that was the case. But a hero's work does not stop at patrolling.”, he tells you.

“I bet. All that press work. And do you not also lead charity for the quirkless? I've always wondered what that is about. Since when do quirkless people need charity? Just because they're quirkless, doesn't mean they can't have a job and life like normal people.”, you say.

“Of course!”, Izuku replies feverishly, “That's not what the charity is about. It's about integration into society, about perspectives.”

You notice that Izuku's whole body language shifts. His chest is all puffed and he pushes his chin forward. You have to smile smugly. Seems like you've found something to poke him with.

“Integration? Perspectives? Sounds to me as if you consider the quirkless as some second-class citizens.”, you tease him. You try to make your voice sound all serious.

“No, not at all! But it's just a fact that the quirkless are treated differently in our superhero society. They're often excluded, are not given the same chances as others.”, he tells you. There's a passionate look in his eyes and you start to feel soft. It's sweet how passionately he feels about the situation of the quirkless.

“And your charity tries to do something against it?”, you ask in a kinder voice.

“Yes, we do. I know there's only so much we can do, at least until the rest of the people change their minds, but still... I think it's important. It shouldn't matter if a person has a powerful quirk or none at all. We're all people.”, he tells you.

You keep looking at the profile of his face. Izuku's eyes are set on the road ahead, but the look in them is stern and determined. Clearly, this topic is important to him. You wonder if it's alright to reveal something real about yourself.

“My mother is quirkless.”

You study how his facial expression changes. For a second, his eyes widen. His grip on the steering wheel loosens a bit.

“Oh, I didn't know that. I'm sorry if I talked about this as if I know more than you.”, he says a bit more quietly.

You shrug and laugh a bit.

“It's alright. My mother has a good life. She married wisely, I guess.”, you ponder. From the corner of your eye, you can see that Izuku gives you a side-eye.

After that, silence befalls the car again. This time you don't attempt to make conversation. The topic dimmed your mood.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

At the restaurant, the staff shows you to your seats. The waiter shows you two to a private booth out of sight by most people in the restaurant. You conclude that Izuku must've chosen this place in order to have some privacy. He probably couldn't take you to many other places. Suddenly, you feel sorry for Izuku not being able to just go on a date without having to think too much about it. Then again, he chose this life and that's just one of the many negative aspects of being a hero. Grimly, you think about how you are glad to live a different life.

“Have you already chosen, ma'am?”

The waiter rips you out of your thoughts. You blink a couple of times and turn your attention to the menu card that you are holding in your hands.

After the waiter takes your orders, Izuku and you are left alone in the tiny booth again. Again, an awkward silence befalls you. Izuku clears his throat.

“So... um you work in the clothing industry?”, he asks you. You give him a court nod.

“Yes, we opened a store here in Musutafu recently.”, you tell him. He nods. Seems as if he was right when he assumed you worked at the local store.

“You like working here?”, he continues to ask. You shrug.

“I guess. My family's originally from Japan, so I guess it's nice being able to see that side of the family more often.”, you ponder.

“Oh, you didn't grow up here?”, he wonders and you shake your head.

“Nah, I grew up in America. Moved there because of my dad's job.”, you say. Izuku nods understandingly.

“I wish I could've spent a semester or so abroad, like All Might. But in the end that wasn't possible.”, he laughs awkwardly.

“Well, you didn't miss much. America isn't as great as everybody makes it out to be. Especially when you work in the hero business. The paparazzi are hell there.”, you say sympathetically.

Izuku rubs the back of his head and laughs again.

“Well, they're not great here either. Can be a real pain to be honest.”, he replies.

You were just about to answer him when the waiter arrived with your food. Once the plates are set in front of you, the conversation dies down as you two eat. This time a comfortable silence surrounds you. After dinner, you two stay for another round of drinks and the conversation flows more easily. You ask him about what he likes to do after hours and his time at U.A. He asks questions about your life in America. He notices how you only vaguely answer them. Eventually you two pay and make your way back home.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Izuku parks in front of your house again. It's already dark outside and only the streetlights illuminate the inside of the car. Izuku's turned to you and you can barely see the freckles on his cheeks.

“I had a good time.”, you say and you mean it. Despite the occasional awkwardness, it was a nice date. And to be fair, Izuku's kind of cute when he's flustered. You teased him on purpose from time to time to bring that flustered expression out of him. You know it's probably a bit mean but you enjoy it too much to stop. Maybe it's your kink to see powerful men in weak positions.

Right now, Izuku wears exactly that expression and you can't help but smirk.

“Y-yeah... it's... it was nice. Maybe we could-”, Izuku can't finish his sentence. With a firm hold on his shirt, you yank him forward and press your lips against his. For the first few seconds, his brain barely reacts to what is happening. Then, he slowly puts his arms around you and kisses you back. You run your hands through his hair and deepen the kiss. A pleasant shiver runs down Izuku's spine. He places a hand on the back of your neck and pulls your face back onto his when you try to break the kiss apart.

You try to press your chest against his but the interior of the car is in your way. Suddenly, a light down the street gets turned on and you two quickly fall apart. It's a dog walker activating a porch light. Izuku pushes your head down. You stay like this until the walker has passed.

“Y'know if you wanted my head in your crotch, you could've just asked.”, you tell him grinningly.

Izuku lets go of your head and straightens his posture. He lets out a breath he didn't notice he was holding.

“I'm sorry... it's just...”, he starts.

“It's okay. You don't want to get caught. Career and everything.”, you say understandingly and Izuku is glad you get it. Then there's a mischievous gleam in your eyes and you grip onto his shirt again.

“But y'know... There is no such thing as bad press.”, you say and pull him back into your mouth again. Izuku groans and then pushes you away.

“We really shouldn't... not here...”, he trails while his eyes are fixated on your lips. You can already see his self-control slipping.

“Come up with me then.”, you invite him.

Izuku hesitates. You reach out your hand and lightly push your hand through the sides of his hair. Then, you cup his cheek. Softly, you trail his lips.

“Please.”

Izuku lets out a shaky breath before sighing. “You're a devil”, he tells you and you laugh.

“So, you're coming up then?”, you grin.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Izuku didn't expect your home to look so... homely. He lowkey expected either very modern furniture that has a lot of flat surfaces with nothing on it or very old furniture that you inherited from your parents (like the house most likely). However, the inside of your house is tasteful. Soft beige and blue pastel tones dominate the rooms. The décor is feminine and simple. Dried flowers in vases, fairy lights, and soft blankets. He wonders what's it with you and blankets. You seem to keep one in every room.

You lead him through the living room to the staircase where you take him upstairs into your bedroom. Your bedroom is in the same style as the rest of the house. Izuku admits it's very cozy. He much rather slip under your bed's covers underneath the fairy lights and fall asleep than do whatever you've got planned.

He's still looking around the room when you start to take off your shoes and dress. He's taken aback when he notices you undressing and tries to avoid looking in your direction. As if he hasn't seen you naked before.

You catch his awkward look and have to chuckle. “Can you help me with this?”, you ask and point to the back of your bra. There's no denying it. You love teasing him. Swiftly and precisely, he opens your bra and you slip it off. You feel sorry for the man, so you pull a T-shirt over your head.

“Metalon? You like old-schooled heroes like that?”, Izuku asks teasingly. Only then do you notice the shirt you pulled over your head. Immediately, you're embarrassed.

“No, not really.”, you quickly say and pull the T-shirt over your head again. Izuku watches you with furrowed brows. While you are rummaging through your wardrobe for another T-shirt, he wonders if his comment made you feel so insecure that you felt the need to change clothes.

“You know, you didn't need to change it. It was just a joke.”, he tells you. You pull a sour grimace. “Yeah, I know.”, you answer him courtly. But nothing is more off-putting than wearing your dad's clothes before having sex with someone, you think.

Quickly, you dive under the covers on your bed and get cozy. You wave for Izuku to join you. Izuku slips out of his pants and shirt and joins you in the bed. Your blankets feel as soft as they look, he decides. You slide closer next to him. Your skin feels warm underneath his and he puts an arm around you. He's sure he could fall asleep then and there if it wasn't for you kissing up his neck.

He groans when you suck on that sweet spot just beneath his ear. He turns his head and meets you in a kiss. The kiss quickly becomes heated and he can feel your tongue begging for entrance. At the same time, your hand trails a pattern on the skin of his chest. A shiver of anticipation runs down his spine as he feels your fingers trail lower with each passing second. His left-hand finds its way to your breasts as well. Gently, he massages one of them through the plain black T-shirt you're wearing. Carefully, you break the kiss apart.

“You can take it off, you know?”, you say while looking at him with hooded eyes. Carefully, Izuku lifts the shirt over your head. He takes a moment to take in the sight in front of him. You're beautiful. Part of him wishes you'd take off the panties as well. Before he can dwell on the sight too long, you shuffle closer to him. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and push your breasts against his chest.

Izuku pulls you closer, softly petting the skin of your back. It's been a while since he felt as comfortable and warm as he does now. It doesn't even bother him that you two are about to turn things sexual. Actually, it excites him. Usually, he's in for a quick fuck. Trying to ignore the person in front of him, just chasing his own release. It makes things easier. Easier to not get attached. He doesn't care about this this time. He longs for that closeness. That closeness he used to have with...

He pushes the thought out of his mind. He's with you right now. And right now you're sucking and biting on his earlobe which gets harder to ignore with each passing second. He lets his hands wander into your hair. Gently, he angles your head in a way that he can kiss you again. While he kisses you this time, you hold onto his arms. He can feel you rocking your hips against his. Seems as if you're already in the mood. Carefully, he breaks the kiss apart.

“You want it? Then you need to work for it.”, he tells you huskily. You groan and roll your eyes.

“You're mean.”, you reply. Then, you give him a devilish smile and disappear beneath the blanket.

Izuku leans back in anticipation. He can feel your hands running up and down his legs before pulling his boxers down. He puts his arm underneath the blanket and scratches the back of your head. It isn't long before he can feel you licking a stripe up and down his half-hard member. You take the still kind of limp dick in your mouth and gently massage it with your tongue. You can hear Izuku groan above you. It doesn't take long before Izuku's fully erect. Only then, you start bobbing your head up and down his length. The muscles in Izuku's legs tense up and you notice how he fights the urge to thrust up into your mouth. You contemplate whether Izuku's able to get another one up if you finish him like this. Eventually, you decide it's not worth the shot. You do want to get some tonight as well.

Luckily for you, Izuku must be thinking a similar thing since he pulls you up from his dick at some point. You crawl up Izuku's body and place both hands on either side of his head holding yourself up. That position only lasts a few seconds as Izuku pulls you down against him. He kisses you again and gropes your ass. You run your hands through his hair. You can feel him slide his dick over your clothed pussy and you have to break the kiss moaning.

“You think we can take this off?”, he asks you while pulling on the elastic band of your panties.

“Definitely.”, you pant.

Deku holds up your hips with one arm and uses his other hand to pull down your panties in one swift motion. Carefully, he places your hips down again and runs a hand up and down your leg.

“You're beautiful.”, he says in a soft voice and leans down to kiss you again.

Somehow this feels different, you decide. The way he lightly pushes you down into your plush pillow. How he caresses the skin of your hips. How he lets his lips ghost over your shoulder up to your neck before carefully sucking on the sensitive skin on your throat.

It's so different than last time. Everything feels softer, but more firmly too. As if Izuku thinks exactly what to touch next. It's a stark contrast to the needy heat of last time. You bask in the anticipation Izuku builds up with his soft but determined touch.

Finally, Izuku's hands dip in between your legs and you gasp at the feeling of his fingers running through your slick folds. Gently, he massages the wet flesh carefully avoiding your clit and hole. The skin on the back of your neck starts to itch. You need him. You need him to finally give you satisfaction. You groan in frustration.

“What is it, princess? Are you not feeling good?”, he asks you.

You bite your lip before answering: “I'm feeling good, Izuku. Just... just please!”.

He doesn't tease you. Doesn't say something along the lines: “Use your voice. Tell me what you want”. No, he leans down to kiss your mouth again. While kissing, he finally touches your clit. You thrust your hips upwards to his hand. Gently he rubs circles on the sensitive bud. You break the kiss moaning.

“Shit.”, you curse. You can't help but look down. Where his hand meets your womanhood. You can feel the wetness pooling between your folds. Izuku kisses the side of your face.

“Focus on me.”, he tells you and you look up to him. He leans over your side and you stroke the side of his face. His green eyes capture yours and you can't seem to look away. One of his fingers finds your hole and enters you. Again, you gasp gently but you don't look away.

There's something sensual and intimate about looking into somebody's eyes while they're inside you. You can feel your heart beating out of rhythm with Izuku's fingers entering and exiting you. You can't help but want more. You want him hovering above you, your hands running down his sweat-stained chest and his cock inside you in the same rhythm as your heartbeat.

“Izuku”, you pant, “Don't you want to fuck me?”

Izuku groans and leans down to suck on your nipple. When his eyes find yours again, he says “Desperately so”. He pulls his fingers out of you and you rummage to find a condom.

Once you pulled it over his dick, you get in position. He's taking you missionary this time and you think it's fitting for tonight. Gently, Izuku spreads your legs apart and you lead him to your entrance. Slowly, he enters you while leaning down to your face again. He gives you a moment to adjust before setting a slow pace.

You wrap your arms around his neck and enjoy just how deep he reaches you. Goddamnit, he's so sexy, you think. The way his green locks fall into his face. The way his face contorts in pleasure. The way short, sharp breathes exit his mouth. You want to watch him fall apart.

You stop his thrusting and push against his chest. Izuku stops and gives you a puzzled look. “What?”, he asks you.

“Sit up and lean against the headboard.”, you tell him. Izuku follows your order and sits at the head of your bed. You crawl up to him, gently kissing his leg before sitting up and hovering over his dick. Gently you touch his cheek before sinking down on his cock.

Izuku lets out a long moan and pants when your pussy is finally fully stretched above him. Carefully, you start rocking your hips. Izuku's hands immediately fly up to your sides helping you with your motions. You lean back, steadying yourself with your hands on his legs. You give him a full display of your tits and the way his dick slides in and out of you. His eyes almost bulge out of their sockets and you need to suppress the urge to laugh at him.

You fuck him like this until his head falls back against the headboard. Only then, you sit up again. You continue rocking your hips but you lean towards him wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

“I-i don't think I last very long anymore...”, he tells you panting and you have to smirk.

“Good.”, you whisper back at him.

You start a faster, more grinding pace on him and Izuku throws his head back again in a choked moan. You grind on him harder than before and you enjoy how the base of his cock stimulates the hard bud of your clitoris. Keeping the pace up, you start chasing your own high.

“Sh-shit, y/n...”, you hear him groan and you can feel his cock twitch inside you. You rock your hips harder into him getting more friction to your clit. You feel how his hands grip your hips but you're too lost in your own pleasure to care what he's doing. You can feel the heavy feeling in your stomach building up indicating that an orgasm will hit you soon. You grip onto his shoulders and blend out his moans and heavy breathing. Finally, you fuck yourself over the edge and your pussy starts spasming around his member. Izuku lets out a “Fuck, yes!” and comes with a shudder.

You stay on his cock trying to catch your breath. Izuku's head lolled onto your shoulder when he came. He stays nuzzled into your neck, softly caressing the skin of your lower back. You can already feel Izuku's dick softening inside of you but you don't want to get off yet. The expectation for this night was to have steamy, hot sex with him. Instead, you fucked more like lovers than strangers.

A cold shiver runs down your spine. You don't want a lover. You tap his shoulder and Izuku looks up with hooded eyes. Carefully, you slide off of him. The feeling of him slipping out of you leaves you feeling empty. It seems as if Izuku is brought back to reality as he clears his throat.

“Where's your bathroom?”, he asks and you point to a door at the side. He slides out of bed picking up his boxers on the way to the bathroom. You lean back against the headboard.

“Shit.”, you mumble. Quickly, you get up and open the window as wide as possible in hopes that some cool, fresh air can order your thoughts. What was I thinking fucking him like this?, you ask yourself. Izuku strikes you as a man who falls in love quickly. You don't want to give him any false hopes.

But it felt so good. Being held like that. Being worshipped like that.

You rub your temple and start looking through a drawer. You pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. You rarely smoke and if you do, you do it with a purpose. To piss off your parents. To impress someone with smoke rings. To calm your head when stressed. You light up a cigarette and take in a deep breath.

“Care to share?”, Izuku's voice can be heard behind you. You don't respond but lift up the half-full cigarette pack up to him. You feel him stepping closer to you and taking the pack from you. You can feel the warmth radiating off his body on your back. He's not touching you but he's awfully close. You hear the clicking of the lighter and Izuku taking a pull of his cigarette.

A smoke ring wavers outside the window beside you. Then you feel his hand on your hip.

“That was intense.”, he tells you and you have to laugh.

“Yeah, I guess it was.”, you reply and take another drag.

Izuku snips some ash from his cigarette and you can't help but lean back against him. He presses a kiss into the base of your neck. His green hair tickles your skin.

“I wonder...”, he starts and you want to cringe. Izuku clears his throat.

“I wonder if you'd like to make this a regular thing.”, he says and you halt.

“What do you mean?”, you ask unsurely. Please don't ask me to start dating you, you beg internally.

“Us. Fucking.”, he replies and you turn around to him in disbelief. He must've noticed the surprised look on your face and he shrugs.

“You want good sex, didn't you say that? And I need to blow off some steam once in a while.”, he explains. A smirk blooms on your face.

“Wow, you're that confident in your expertise? Think you can keep me satisfied longterm?”, you tease him. Izuku lets go of your hip and puts a hand under your chin raising it a bit.

“Believe me, I haven't even started to show you what I can do.”, he tells you with darkened eyes. You raise your eyebrow challenging.

“I guess that means I have to find out.”, you tell him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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[lensman-arms-race]

Which Skibidi Toilet characters should you fight?

You can win and you should fight them:

Plunk: Please fight Plunk. He is foolhardy brave but his recklessness makes him easy to fuck up. He secretly craves defeat because he doesn't feel he deserves his overnight hero status and just wants to go back to being a common foot soldier. Help him achieve his dreams.

DJ Skibidi: It will be the best-soundtracked fight you've ever had.

Titan TV: You will have to be ready and bring your best skills to the fight, and it could well be a pyrrhic victory. But if you take advantage of the fact that he assumes he will always win, and is bad at adapting his strategy on the fly, you can win.

Large Camera: They make good warm-up fights before fighting the other entities on this list. Use them to get a few practice rounds in.

Buzzsaw Mutant: A worthy opponent but not indefatigable. You'll both have a fun fight.

Large Speaker: They rarely appear on the battlefield any more and crave violence. Help them feel useful for a bit.

Skibidi parasites: They like being slapped and kicked; it's good sensory enrichment for them.

You can't win but you should fight them anyway:

G-Toilet: He will annihilate you but it will be so funny.

TV Matriarch: You will die and it will be the best experience of your life. She will make you love her as she exsanguinates you with her beautiful blades.

Polycephaly: You will be dead three different ways before your corpse hits the floor, but you will have a glorious death.

Swat Mutant: Pick a fight just to hear him say 'Why bro is attacking me? Is he stupid? Or she if she is a lady."

Speaker Matriarch: It would be nice to let her fight you to work off some of her anguish. Just don't let her win or she will see through your ruse and perforate your cranium like a colander with her knife strikes.

Titan Speaker: The pair of you will perform a graceful dance. Just don't attack the back of his neck; that's unsporting.

Glitch Toilet: Like the last kaua'i'o'o bird, he is the last of his kind and sings for a mate who will never answer. Give him some comfort in his last days.

You can win but you shouldn't fight them:

Normal Camera: It would be like kicking a puppy. If they start getting mardy just flap your coat and go 'boo!' like you do to a goose.

Normal Skibidi Toilet: Ditto. It's so easy to defeat there's no sport in it. Just let it chew on your fist for a bit until it gets bored.

Normal Speaker: They can put up a challenging fight but it gets tiresome how they expect you to keep giving them a hand up every time they end up on the floor.

Titan Camera: You will destroy him and he will regard you with a sad and baleful mix of disappointment (in you and in himself) and thankfulness for the end of his suffering. Some part of you will die in the process and you will be a hollow shell of a person forevermore.

Rambo Mutant: You can stop him in his tracks by tweaking his exposed nips. It's too easy.

Secret Agent: He will make a worthy opponent but will ultimately fall to you. As he dies, he will say "Well done. You have destroyed this timeline. I hope you got the ending you wanted." You look down at your hands and oh god it wasn't it wasn't it wasn't

You can't win and you shouldn't fight them:

Scientist Toilet: He has already calculated your death with maximum efficiency. He might turn you into something amusing, at least.

Camera Matriarch: Ohh, mate, she has a time-freeze flechette gun. You're toast.

Assassin Speakerman: Leave him be; he's got enough angst.

Astro Mothership: Dude.

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

Part 30

"There she is," Cillian said one Zoe answered his facetime. He chuckled at her appearance. "Everything okay?"

Zoe's hair was in a messy bun atop her head, with fly-aways sticking out every which way. She had an old gray college t-shirt with the arms cut off, and a pair of workout shorts. She was sweating profusely and face was red.

"I'm over here making this house a home!" She said, right before Scout started barking. "Scout, stop!"

"Everything okay?" Cillian said, eyebrow raised. Scout was usually very well behaved, and never gave him a problem. Sure, when he was a puppy he got into things out of sheer curiosity, but never bit, never barked, never attacked, just a good, good boy.

"Well, your neighbors have dogs that are out for walks 3 times a day. I took Scout out and met one of them, I tried to be friendly and make conversation, but then realized it wasn't the home owner or the dog owner; it was the assistant to the owner. Then asked who I worked for as if I was an assistant," Zoe mumbed.

Cillian laughed. "I'm sorry Bunny. I hope you're not offended."

"I'm not, but it was the second time that happened today."

"What you mean?"

"When I signed for the couch, I asked how I should sign since the signature line had your name. He said I can sign my name because he 'deals with assistants all the time'. I guess I give off assistant energy instead of girlfriend energy"

"Fuck that. You're not a Hannah that's for damn sure."

you got that right.

Before Zoe could respond to that comment, Cillian spoke first.

"Show me what got delivered today."

Zoe flipped the camera around and showed the couch, end tables and coffee table that were assembled and arranged in the living rom. The TV was mounted over the fireplace and the rug was rolled out on the floor, ends still curling up because it was still so new.

"Cable and internet is coming later this afternoon, I'm starting to unpack the kitchen. Do you care where plates and cups go? Any cabinet preference?"

"Uh, no, no preference," Cillian chuckled. "Thanks babe. I owe you. I don't know what I would of done without you."

"You don't owe me, it's fine."

"Well I appreciate your help. I was stressed when all this was sprung upon me. the divorce came fast, the house came fast, then I had to up and leave for work," Cillian sighed, running his hand through his short hair.

"I'm here to make your life easier," Zoe smiled.

"What can I do to make your life easier?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

Cillian smiled. There was about 10 seconds of silence, Zoe thought Cillian was frozen.

"Hello?" Zoe said, wondering if he had a bad connection.

"Why do you do that?" Cillian finally spoke.

"What do you mean?"

"Deflect. Avoid talking about hard things. Or anything ,actually, that's on your mind. You love to make sure i'm okay, pick apart my brain, find out what makes me tick and make everything okay in my head, but you don't let anyone in. You don't talk about anything that's bothering you."

"It's easier helping other people, and besides I don't need help, I got it."

"I got it" Cillian mimicked, raising his voice an octave or two to sound like her. "You know we're a partnership, right? If you want to help me, I gotta help you. This isn't gonna work if you keep closing me off-"

"Woah, take it easy" Zoe interrupted. "Where is this coming from?"

Cillian sighed. "I want to do this right. but I can't do it without you putting in an effort too. I try to talk to you about serious stuff and you're quick to shut me down. Especially with me being over here, I want to do everything in my power to make this as easy as possible and you keep just saying 'it's fine, it's fine' and I feel like it's all falling on me, or you just don't care. It almost feels isolating because am I going crazy, is this not what it seems, am I -"

"Cillian, you're spiraling." Zoe interrupted. "Jesus. I thought you were just calling to see the couches."

Cillian sighed. "See, you think i'm calling because I just want to see the couches. I'm calling because I want to talk to you. Because I miss you. Because I wish I could jump through the phone and be with you. Fuck the couches."

Zoe plopped down on the said couch in defeat. "Okay," she said. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm new to all of this."

"I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to jump down your throat. I'm just tired, jet lagged, I hate my hair, I feel helpless with all you're doing at home, I want to come home" Cillian rattled off.

"How can I make this easier for you?" Zoe said.

"I just..." Cillian started. "I really want this to work. Me and you."

Zoe smiled. "You and me, remember?"

"How do you feel about us and me being here?"

"Wow, this is deep for 2pm," Zoe said, well aware she was, once again, deflecting.

"Yea well, it's 10pm here, and I'm on edge, my anxiety is through the roof, so we're doing this now."

"Okay, okay.... How do I feel about us and you being there....." Zoe started.

Cillian had a point. Zoe always avoided hard conversations. There have been plenty of times in the past where she spilled her heart out to a guy, and the guy either laughed at her or didn't take her seriously. Years and years of getting hurt will make you closed off. For a long time, she felt it was better off this way. Who could hurt her if she didn't let anyone close enough to? Her mother, maybe. But she moved to the other side of the coast to avoid that.

But Cillian... was different.

"I love every moment with you. I find myself missing you the second you leave, so you being over there so far for so long has me scared."

Cillian smiled, happy she opened up a teeny bit. He could work with this.

"Scared? Of what?"

"That you'll slowly forget about me. Out of sight, out of mind. You're surrounded by beautiful women, it's easy to get distracted, I'm easily forgotten-"

"Zoe," Cillian warned. She was doing it again, putting herself down.

"Sorry. I'm just... you know that saying, 'out of sight, out of mind?' It's true. In my mind, I already prepared how this could go if it goes south. We talk every day for the first couple of days, then its every other day, then it's once a week, then it just... fizzles out."

"Well," Cillian started. "You're never out of my mind, so get that out of your head. So you're worried communication will die down between us, and that's what will end us?"

"It happens," Zoe shrugged. "I'm never really a priority in relationships, and even if I am, it doesn't last long."

"What if I have Hannah send over my shooting schedule to you every week, and then we can arrange facetimes every day? That way it's a set time and it's not left for you to wonder when i'll be free. And, of course, regular texts in between."

Zoe smiled. "That would help. I'm sure Hannah will be thrilled"

"I don't care about her," Cillian replied. "I care about us. I care about YOU. I need you to believe me and trust me that you are my priority, and that when all this is done, I'm coming home to YOU. Do you understand?"

Zoe's heart skipped a beat. Something about the way Cillian was talking, she believed him. She was scared to open herself up again, she was scared to trust him, but ....

"Okay," Zoe smiled. "I believe you. I trust you. I miss you. I want this to work as much as you do. I'm sorry that I don't show that enough."

Cillian smiled. "You show me in different ways. You may not say it, but when you were triple checking my packing list on the day I left, or the way you buy me that special brand tea that you can only get on the side of town to keep a box at your apartment for when I'm there, or always making sure I have pickle juice out when you pop popcorn because you know I like to pour it on top... You may not always say I love you, but you say it in different ways."

"That pickle and popcorn shit is disgusting." Zoe said, monotone.

"Don't knock it till you try it."

Zoe rolled her eyes.

"Okay, I'll have Hannah send over the schedule tomorrow morning. I think I'm done filming at 8pm tomorrow, so noon your time. I'll confirm."

"Okay."

"I need to get some sleep. I love you, Zoe. Me and you."

"You and me. I love you too."

They hung up and Zoe sighed.

She was nervous, but felt relieved. This could work. She loved him, she wants to try for HIM. For the sake of their relationship. It's time Zoe was happy for once.

She was about to close her eyes when the doorbell rang. The cable and internet people were here early. Scout went crazy over the doorbell, and Zoe groaned.

"Back to work."

______________________________________________________________

Halfway across the world, Cillian groaned as his alarm went off at 7am.

It was the first day of shooting, and Cillian wasn't feeling his best.

He was slightly irritated, if he would of known he was starting to film so early he would of flown out earlier to adjust to the jet lag. Everything now felt rushed and he was groggy and tired.

He opened his phone and shot a quick text to Zoe, letting her know he was awake and showering and he would text her when he got to set and when he was putting his phone away.

He jumped in the shower, making the water colder than normal, hoping it would help wake him up. Once he got out, he got dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and as he was brushing his teeth there was a knock on the door.

"Good morning!" Hannah said cheerily, walking into the room. "I have your tea here, and your wardrobe for the day will be in the trailer on set. Are you ready to go?"

Cillian, although annoyed to see Hannah and her bubbly spirit so early in the morning, was thankful for the tea.

Cillian went back to the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth, then grabbed the tea and took a sip.

"Thank you," He said.

"Anytime, I suggest we head out. I have your schedule here-"

"Oh, hey, I have a job for you if you don't mind."

"Of course!"

"Every week, email the shooting schedule to Zoe."

"Why?" Hannah said, her voice no longer bubbly.

"Because we're figuring out times to talk to each other and squeeze video calls in, so I want her to have a copy of the schedule. I know you have her email, can you just do that for me, please?" Cillian asked nicely. He was not in the mood for an argument right now.

Hannah wanted to scream. But, she painted a smile on her face. "Sure. no problem. I'll get right on that," She replied, the last part sounding a little too sarcastic for her liking. It was 100000% sarcasm to her, but she couldn't let Cillian know that.

Her phone buzzed, interrupting her train of thought. "Driver is outside. Ready?"

Cillian slipped on his shoes and jacket and they both made their way downstairs, into the waiting car.

Once they arrived on set, Cillian headed to his trailer where he was met with the hair stylist, having to trim his sides since his hair started to grow back.

Once the hair was done and he was in his required wardrobe for the day, he headed out to the first scene. Halfway there, he stopped short.

"Shit, I still have my phone," He mumbled. He was already running a little behind schedule, and the thought of having to walk back to the trailer stressed him out.

"I can hold onto it for you" Hannah said, smiling. "I know it's no phones allowed and I see you more than you getting to go back to your trailer, I can just hold it for you."

"Yea? You don't mind?"

Hannah smiled. "Of course not."

"Thanks, Hannah," Cillian said. "You're a lifesaver. Don't forget that schedule to Zoe, please?"

"Don't you worry Cill," Hannah said, watching him walk to set. "I'll take care of everything," She looked down at the phone, praying he didn't a passcode on it.

He did. Shit.

She tried his birthday. It didn't work. She tried just his year, didn't work. She had to be careful, she knew if she entered too many incorrect passwords the phone would lock her out. What else could there be?

"hmmm...there's no way...." Hannah said to herself, trying the simplest combination: 11111.

phone unlocked.

Hannah smiled. "Men" She scoffed.

She now had access to Cillian's calendar, phone calls, emails... and text messages.

"Don't worry, Cillian," Hannah said out loud, hovering over Zoe's contact, containing her phone number and email address. "I'll get .. some sort... of schedule over to Zoe. Don't you worry."

tags: @lau219 @borntodiemp3 @cillianmurphyvevo @shopgirl6us

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tickletober Day 21: Costume

Fandom: Spy×Family

Pairing: Loid and Yor (romantic)

Summary: Anya convinces Loid and Yor to dress up for Halloween, but Yor has a bit of fun with her new outfit.

(Italics represent thoughts in the fic ❤️:))

Anya rushed into the apartment. "Papa! Papa!"

Loid set his paper aside. "Hi Anya. How was your day?"

Anya giggled at the attention from Bond. "Great! We learned about holidays!"

"Oh? Like vacations?"

"No! Holidays like Hallowsteen!"

"I think you mean Halloween, and I've heard of that one before."

Yor leaned forward. "What's Halloween?"

"It's a holiday where people dress up in costumes," Loid explained. "It used to be to confuse spirits, but now it's just for people to have fun."

"Why would they want to confuse spirits?"

"The holiday, celebrated on the 31st of October, was originally called Samhain. It's when people believed the boundary between the living and the dead would weaken. If spirits were allowed to enter our world then humans were afraid they would be hurt by them. So they wore the costumes as disguises so the spirits would think that they were one of their own and leave them be."

Yor tilted her head. "But now people just use it to dress up for fun?"

"Sometimes. People even give out candy for their costumes."

Anya waved her arms in excitement. "Can we dress up Papa?"

Loid turned to his adoptive daughter. "You want to dress up for Halloween?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I can be a spy!"

"It might be fun," Yor added. "We can even invite Yuri and Franky to go with us too."

"I don't know about this Yor." I think Anya might be frightened by seeing some of the costumes out there.

Anya's eyes widened as Loid's head filled with pictures of scary looking monsters and vampires. She shook her head to clear the images and puffed out her chest. "I want to dress up and get candy like all the brave kids."

"Well, if you're sure." Loid scratched his chin. "I think I know a couple places we can go if we dress up."

"But what should we dress up as?" Yor asked.

"Easy." Anya pointed to each member as she spoke. "I can be the super cool spy, Mama can be the pretty lady in trouble, Papa can be the scary bad guy, and Bond can be my awesome side kick."

"Why do I always have to be the bad guy?" Loid asked.

"Cause you don't look good in dresses."

Yor giggled at Loid's facial expression.

"Why does the one in trouble always have to be a lady?" Loid asked. "Why can't a man be in trouble and a woman rescue him?"

Anya put her hands on her hips. "Because that's not the way it is on TV."

"That doesn't sound very fair." Loid picked back up his paper. "But if it helps us get ready in time for tomorrow, then I guess it's okay."

Yor and Anya both freaked. "Tomorrow!"

"Yeah, the 31st is tomorrow."

"Oh my goodness!" Yor grabbed Anya and raced to the Master Bedroom. "We have so much to get ready for!"

Loid stared at the closed door. He then shrugged before turning back to his paper.

By the time the next day rolled around, Yor and Anya had managed to pull together three outfits out of what they had in their closets.

Anya raced out of her room after her school day dressed in an all black spy outfit with a cape and mask included. "Ha-ha! I'm the super cool spy here to save the day!"

As she spun around the room, she spotted Loid in the living room. He was dressed in a pair of black pants, a black and white striped shirt along with a long black coat and hat. To top it all off, Yor had taken the time to draw a very big sinister looking mustache on his face with some eye liner pencil.

Anya's face looked absolutely ecstatic over the appearance. "You look great Papa!"

Loid face remained completely deadpan. "Don't feel great."

Bond woofed and rushed over to Anya. He even had a little mask on that matched Anya's.

Anya wrapped her dog in a hug. "Bond!"

"Atleast two of you are happy."

"I'm ready!" Yor called out. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Loid's eyes went wide. Yor was dressed in a poofy pink and white princess looking dress with no sleeves. Her long black hair had been done up into a curly updo with a homemade tiara to match. "You . . . look gorgeous."

Yor smiled brightly. "Thank you. You look pretty handsome too."

Loid glanced down at his own costume. "Ridiculous is more like it."

"I called Yuri to see if he could join us, but he had to work tonight."

Thank goodness. Loid thought before responding with, "I'm sorry he can't join us tonight, but I'm sure he has something important to attend to."

Yor watched Bond make a circle around the living room with Anya on his back. "Will Franky be joining us?"

"Yes but he's running late. He should be here soon."

A knock on the front door interrupted the conversation.

Loid made his way over to the door. "That should be him."

When Loid opened the door, a figure jumped inside the apartment. He was dressed in an outfit very similar to Loid's with a giant fake mustache plastered on his face. "It is I! The fearsome kidnapper Franky, and I am here to help my fellow bad guy Loid capture the beautiful princess!"

The entire room was silent as Franky's mustache slipped and started dangling on one side.

"Uncle Scruffy looks like a creep," Anya finally responded.

"What!" Franky glared at her. "Do you know how long this took me to put together!"

"15 minutes?" Loid added.

Franky hung his head. "20 actually."

"Well, now that we're all here, we can go ahead and head out for Halloween," Yor encouraged.

"Yay!" Anya cheered as she and Bond hurried put the door.

Franky followed after her, leaving behind Yor and Loid.

Loid held out his arm to Yor. "Looks like your rescue has left you behind dear princess."

Yor held up a hand to her mouth as she turned to him. "Oh my goodness. It does appear that way, doesn't it?"

"Guess I will have to keep you here in my clutches."

Yor giggled at how in character Loid was being. "Guess I'll have to defend myself?"

Loid smirked. "Oh?"

"Don't underestimate me kidnapper."

A moment later, Yor had tackled Loid onto the couch.

Loid felt his heart rate escalate as he looked up into her face. He wrapped one arm around her as she smiled down at him.

Then Yor's hands rested on his ribs.

Loid thought it was a sweet gesture. Until her fingers started wiggling up his ribs.

The blond immediately broke into laughter.

Yor giggled along with him. "Can't keep me hostage when you're giggling Mr. Bad Guy."

Loid tried to reign in his laughter so he could wiggle away. "Yohor, thihis ihis ridiculous!"

"I happen to think otherwise." Yor leaned closer as her fingers kept spidering. "I think this is adorable."

Not wanting to hurt Yor, Loid tried to find a way to get out of the position without throwing her across the room. However, the only way seemed to be using Yor's own attack against her.

Loid tightened his wrapped arms and wiggled his fingers into her sides.

Yor immediately reached back to grab his wrists.

"Looks like you can't escape as well you thought Princess," Loid replied with a grin.

"Yohou fohorgehet Bahad Guhuy." Yor grinned at him. "Ihive battleheled myhy brotheher."

Loid's laughter shot up in volume as Yor's hands dug into his sides, a weak spot he didn't even realize he had.

"Looks like I can get away Mr. Bad Guy," Yor teased.

"What are Mama and Papa doing?" Anya asked.

Both Yor and Loid bolted up to see Anya, Bond, and Franky peeking through the open door.

"Apparently flirting when they think no one's around," Franky shot back as his mustache fell completely off.

Yor and Loid jumped up off of the couch with matching blushes.

Thanks for throwing us under the bus. Loid thought before beginning. "Uh . . . We were just---."

Anya pointed at him. "Papa's being the bad guy."

"Yes Anya," Yor jumped in as she fixed her crown. "That's exactly what happened." Thank goodness Anya wasn't paying too close attention.

Anya grabbed Yor's arm. "Come on Princess Mama! We need to run away from the bad guys!"

"Yes!" Yor took off with her. "We must!"

Franky turned to Loid. "Thought you weren't supposed to get attached during missions?"

"We're not." Loid straightened his shirt as they walked toward the door.

"You know how this will end if you keep going," Franky patted his arm as he passed Loid. "Maybe you could call headquarters about---."

Loid froze in the hallway. "No."

"As your business partner and friend . . . I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I won't get hurt. I let myself go too far today." The blonde brushed past his friend. "But I won't let it happen again."

Franky watched Loid walk away and thought to himself, I think you will.

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hiiiiii reinna i love ur work it makes my day everytime i read it lmaooo <333

i was wondering if u could make a fic abt sunoo like youre the 8th member of enhypen and since youre not that girly or act cute like the other female idols instead kinda tomboy and baddie sunoo finds you annoying cos hes not used to it but the other members r fine. one day after dance practice (y/n and jungwon r roomates) saurrr jungwon told yn the tea abt sunoo hating her but yn secretly likes sunoo. So after jungwon left to go somehwere idk shopping?? Yn cried n cried n cried and u can basically use ur creative imagination for the rest 👻👻 pls make it smut at the end tho i love it 👻👻👻

Thanksssssss miss bestest ever writter everrrr!! 1!111!1 ❤️❤️❤️

"Ddeonu....."

@reyna-ohno - I hope i did you justice ;)

Warnings: unprotected smut, fingering, gossiping, enemies to lovers trope, some minor angst, cursing's, a little bit of hate sex....and i think that's it. to make it more believable, Y/n has her own room but is close with the members and allows them to come hang out. I wrote majority of this while i was on bedrest recovering, so i apologize this is not proofread.

"She's really not at all like the others..." Jake remarks as he sits next to Heeseung, noting that your behavior on camera, was very much genuine as you were no different than how you were off camera.

"Yeah she doesnt seem to be into that whole cutsie thing. Kind of refreshing actually."

"Yeah man, i think so too."

Everyone could relatively agree, to see you be yourself, it was new and fresh, and a delight to see. For Sunoo, it was an abomination.

While you were filming alongside Jungwon, while you were chic and stylish in your own manner, you opted for casual and simple flares of fashion rather than the traditional girly and fancy type. With a loose pair of jeans on, a fitted tee shirt with a matching baseball cap, you displayed your smile and laughter by having a good time being the only girl member in the band.

Watching from aside, Sunoo glares and rolls his eyes. Next to him, Sunghoon pops over and gives him a slight side bump to break the silence after noting the look of irritation on his face. "Whats got you all worked up?"

"Why can't she just be like the rest of the girls in the industry? She's not at all doing well on these weverse lives, people want to see cute girls being....cute...not relaxed and chilled."

"give her a break, she's just being herself man. Can't be mad at that."

"I'm not mad i just.....i just dont get it." Sunoo shakes his head as he turns and walks away with his arms crossed, obviously irritated by your lack of enthusiasm when it came to attempting to be adorable, much like your counterpart, Jungwon. For a young man to be far more agile in being cute in his mannerisms, more than you, that usually was an indicator that you were someone who was far too much of a hopeless cause. Truth of the matter, Sunoo knew what the public liked, he knew that fans liked it when idols did silly and cute things like finger hearts, squinting eyes while displaying a cat like smile, or making high pitched sounds. You didn't do any of that, nor did you attempt it, which caused him to wonder if you were going to be the downfall of Enhypen.

Finishing the live stream, you and the boys all made your way back home to the dorm where you nestled yourself in you room, conveniently next to Jungwon's, who had developed a close bond with, much like a sibling. Since receiving your room assignments, being the only girl, you got your own room, yet it was nice to have Jungwon right next to you, since it was easy for him to come in and out to visit all throughout the night to hang out or watch tv together. Tonight was no different, especially with the new episodes of your guys favorite tv show coming out.

*Knock knock*

"come in." you softly call out, and as expected, you watched as Jungwon brings in a plate of fresh hot hotteok, and tea.

"did you start it?"

"no not yet, was waiting for you."

"Ah."

settling in as he places the plate and two cups on the table, you both prepared to watch the latest episode. As the opening credits rolled, Jungwon took the opportunity to talk about the vlive from earlier.

"Hey so......only because i'm the leader.......but......does it bother you that Sunoo.....well....you know...."

Raising your eyebrows in confusion as you munched on the honey filled treat, you looked up and shrugged your shoulders slightly. "What do you mean?"

"You dont know?"

"Know what?"

Jungwon sighs as he curses himself for opening a door that he wish he hadn't. "nevermind."

"Nooooo...dont be like that....tell me."

"its just....well....he really doesnt like you......and he makes it obvious."

Stunned, your eyes grew wide as you felt your heart drop. "Oh....he does?"

"yeah......do you want me to talk to him about it?"

Shaking your head, you kept your composure as best as you could. "No...its fine.....i'm sure he'll get over it."

Jungwon smiles in return. "yeah, i'm glad you're not too upset about it."

But the fact of the matter was, you were upset....deeply. No one would know of it, since you were very much strategic in keeping it hidden, but you were quite fond of Sunoo....you actually liked him even....so much, that you caught yourself dreaming of him, fantasizing on what it would be like to snuggle up with him, going on dates, or just being in his embrace and smelling his cologne.

You held it all in and the entire night, one episode after another, you felt as if your heart was punching your chest outward.

...........

"Well, i'm gonna go to bed. we got an early morning tomorrow, so dont stay up too late."

"Okay." you feigned a smile as you watched him walk out. The moment you left the room, you hid yourself into the dimmed lighting in your room and began crying. You felt hurt. Did Sunoo really not like you? Why? You both hardly shared any words to one another. Yet it all started to make sense, for all the times you though back when you tried to make conversation, only to watch him side eye you as he would get up and leave the room. There were other moments too, such as whenever you would sit right next to him, and he'd let out an exhausting sigh, and get up to walk across the other side of the room to sit in a different seat. Initially, you didn't think much of it, you had thought he merely was just shy or just was not used to being around female idols. But now......it all makes senses. The man who you really wanted to be with....the one you admired from afar, day dreamed...the one you would do anything for, actually disliked you.....hated you......

Sobbing away into your kneecaps as you held your legs to your chest, you failed to notice that Jungwon had mistakenly left your door cracked open, not shutting it all the way through. With the bit of the dimmed lighting peeking out from the crack, the hallway remained pitch black with just a strip of the orange and yellow hue coming from your room.

Walking up after grabbing a bottle water from the kitchen, Sunoo strolls through the same hallway, all to reach his room at the end of the corridor.

hearing the faint sounds of your sobs, he takes a swig of his water and gulps it down as he sides eye the slivers crack in the door.

“is she….crying? What is her deal?”

sighing out in frustration, he took the chance to enter and see if he could get you to stop, considering your room was across from his. With all that sniffling and whimpering, it would be hard for him to get some sleep with your cries echoing in the hall. Walking into the dimmed room, he gently shuts the door behind him and walks further in. Breaching the opening of your room, he stands straight and leans against the wall while watching your pitiful state. Taking another gulp of water down, he rolls his eyes as he breaks the silence.

“you know if you’re going to cry, you can at least have your door shut all the way through so you don’t wake anyone.”

jolting out of your fetal position, you look up him with your tear stained face. Shocked, your eyes were wide and glossy, pieces of your hair remained plastered on your face and you softly whimpered out a few sniffles before stuttering out an “s-sorry….”

eyeing you down, he takes yet, another gulp from his bottle. Switching his gaze to the floor as he screws the cap back on, he crosses his arms before asking you the big question, merely because he grew curious after seeing your face.

“so…..”

confused, you sat there in silence and looked off to the side before turning back to him. “……um….s..sorry?”

sighing out as he rubbed his temple, he finally speaks out. It was soft yet firm, with a low tone….much lower than what he normally dispelled.

“bitch why are you crying?”

taken aback, your eyes became overflowing with the stinging of tears once more when you heard his harsh tone. Whimpering into your kneecaps again, he rolled his eyes in defeat as he regains composure and attempts this once more.

“okay okay look….just tell me why you’re crying. Can you do that? Hmm? Can you just stop and talk for a second? I’d like to eventually get some beauty rest.”

you shifted over and turned your back towards him.

“just go sunoo…….you’re not going to be the solution to any of my problems right now.”

“Huh…..”

gaining width in his widened glare, you heard his foot steps and thought he was walking in the opposite direction to exit the room. It wasn’t until you felt his weight plopping beside you that you realized he was sitting right next to you. Not only that, but the moment you heard his careless whisper, how his hot breath touched your ear, you knew he was far closer than he had ever been with you.

“Why is that?” He whispered into your ear. you shuttered as you felt an electric shock travel up and down your spine.

“stop! Why are you here? Why do you even care or try? I know you hate me…..just….leave me alone.” You broke down and began to sob as you lashed out the truth.

he didn’t deny it, nor did he try to argue with you on your statement, he did in fact, borderline hated you. Though hearing you say it aloud made him feel a certain type of way about it.

“you’re right….I do hate you.”

“could you please just go……..I….I don’t understand…I’ve never done anything to you….I’ve tried to be nice and I’ve always been helpful…..I’ve……I’ve don’t everything I could to make you see how much I care…” breaking down, you sobbed as you curled your body in.

“I know.” He admitted, nonchalantly at that, as if he knew all this time yet still found it suitable to hate you. But that’s as all about to change….

feeling his hand grasp your shoulder and turning you over, in a rather forceful nature, you gasped out in shock as you witness his frame hovering over you. His feline eyes staring right into your iris and a soft, very faint smile appeared on his pouty lips.

his pupils shift in random direction as he takes in y the sight of your face. Releasing a soft chuckle, he calmly speaks out.

“cute.”

caught off guard, he blinked in shock before uttering an “excuse me?” Bidding him to clarify.

“I said, ‘cute’. Does crying make you deaf too?”

“why are you being this way? I don’t get it…..”

“welcome to my world."

"What is your problem!?" you snapped. you've about had it with his cocky attitude and the lack of sincerity in his tone. Yet the moment he pinned you down as he leaned further in, with his nose pressed against your cheek and his hot breath grazing against your lips, you were shocked still.

"you know, you put on that act to behave like one of the guys. you act cool and casual, and you treat all aspects of being a girl as something that is beneath you. yet look at you now.....crying and looking so adorable......so soft....all your feminine features coming out with each tear drop you cry out."

"ar.....are you toying with me?"

"Maybe.......is that bad?.....is that something that bothers you?"

Shrugging from left to right, you try to break free from his grasp as he began to hold on to your wrists. "huh....you're even cuter when you struggle."

"stop it! get off of me!"

"I will.....if you can get me off." he smirks with that sly smile that he was known for. You gave in as you break down from feeling the immense different in strength. Despite being the carefree and adored idol he was, Sunoo was indeed still, a man.

"Why .....just why....?"

Smirking once more, he leans further in and pauses just before his lips are met with yours. "ddeonu" he whispers.

You raised a brow in annoyance as you whispered back. "is that supposed to be funny? like a joke?"

Once more, he whispers back "ddeonu....you tell me...." smiling and smirking against your lips, you faintly smile back as you feel his grasp loosen and soften up, with his finger tips stroking your skin.

"do. you really hate me?" you asked.

Before he could answer, you softy whispered and cut him off. "let me guess.....ddeonu?"

His eyes widening for a moment, he whispers firmly and tells you, "say it again."

Leaning slightly upward, you softly tell him......"ddeonu....."

His lips lock yours in. His hands eagerly roam up and down your body. Your hands rest on his broad shoulders as you feel his grope slightly shift your body upward from the overwhelming sensation of his soft skin traveling all over your stomach, your breasts, and your ribcage. breaking the kiss to catch his breath, ultimately allowing for you to do the same, he breathes out his gasping words as he rips your buttons apart.

"Whine for me....little girl."

"No Sunoo...."

"Do it."

Kissing you, he shoves his hand down your shorts and flickers his two fingers against your clit. Just as he wanted, you whimper into his mouth as he holds your wrists down with one hand. "Whine some more." he breathes out.

Meshing his lips with yours, he rubs your slit up and down and presses his palm on it as he clams a grip and shoves his tongue deeper into your mouth.

Breaking free for a moment, you turn your head and gasp out. "God!.....I hate you i swear."

"Do you now? Tell me how much you hate the fox." he mumbles against your lips, as. he pulls down your shorts and panties, rolling them down past your kneecaps.

"Sunoo....." you whispered out.

Hovering over, he props his frame on his knees and pulls his shirt off, loosening his sweatpants, he leans back in and props his chest to remain heightened just above your exposed breasts as he uses his arm to stilt himself up. His hair loosely draping down as he eyes you with an intrigued glare.

"you look so cute when you cry...."

"........you're crazy."

"every sly fox is." he smirks as he kisses you once more, this time it was tender, and more gentle. Leaning all the way down, you relished as his body melts into yours, your arms wrap around his neck as you feel him probe your entrance. Gasping for air, you grip on to his shoulders and dig your fingers in as you feel him slide the remaining length inside you.

"Y-you...you're not wearing a condom." you breathed out, wincing your eyes shut as you felt the sting of him inserting all the way through.

"Don't worry.....i know you're a good girl....and you know i'm clean.....considering we're with each other all the time." he heavily breaths out upon feeling the pressure of your entry squeezing him as he bottoms out inside.

It was true, since you always had feelings for the man to your right, you never once paid any mind to all of your fans, the other idols, or staff that showed interest. You remained faithful to a dream that you never thought would have come, yet you stayed hopeful. The dreams alone, were enough to get you by, now that you were in this moment, it all felt surreal.

"Ah! You...you're too big!"

Kissing you tenderly, he begins to thrust slowly and deeply. "Yeah?....It might be because you're super tight." wincing at the last part, he grits his teeth slightly as he pulls out yet kept the tip nestled in before shoving himself all the way back in through.

"Fuck.....you're really tight......" breathing in deeply into your ear, he caresses both sides of your head and twirls his fingers with your hair as he softly kisses your helix, nibbles on your lobe and licks the inside of your ear canal.

"Ugh! ugh! Sunoo!" you gasp out as you release each pleasurably moan and bite your lip. Remaining in the missionary position, Sunoo props himself up as he lifts both your legs and rests them over his shoulders. "S...sstop." you shyly utter out as he positions you to be fully exposed and in his view. "Shhhh......be a good girl." breathes out as he reaches around one of your thighs and circles the pad of his thumb on your clit. With your hips dipping high and low with each thrust, he picks up the pace upon seeing how delectable your breasts looked as they jiggle up and down from his momentum.

"Oh.....shit....move like that some more baby girl...." he gasps as the sweat beads drip down and his hair glistens and becomes slick wet. "Move...baby....move some more...." thrusting in faster and faster, you lose breath as his bumping thrust instilled a raging sense of pelting pleasure that penetrates deep into your chest.

"Oh.......oh my god...fuck.......what.....what are you doing??...." you gasp out as you bite on to your finger as you shift your face off to the side, your body drenched with sweat as you take in thrust after thrust. Feeling him easily sliding in, you felt your body leaking the bit of moisture onto his lengthy shaft as his thrusts and friction caused it to thicken and cream up on the base of your opening, with a reside ringing around his length.

"Shhhh......take it cutie....fuck.......take it all." he gasps out as he thrusts in deeper, leaning back in as his chest rests atop your breasts, locking your lips in once more. Your moans started to pick up volume, so he swoops a hand and gently covers your mouth while planting his lips on your forehead, taking in the feeling of your face jolting up and down as he pelts you with his hip thrusts. "Oh you're so fucking good.....you know that?" he whispers as he kisses your sweaty brow line as you moan out your muffled answer into his palm. "keep taking it.....just......shit....little more......r-...right there...." gasping out a deep breath, he pulls out his shaft and watches as the slime of your body's lubricant and his pre-cum lines a bridge between your entry and his tip. Aiming for your breasts, he holds his shaft steadily in his palm as he releases and paints your chest with his seed. Chuckling as he catches his breath, he kisses your face tenderly as you whimper out, trying your best to calm your heartbeat.

"Can't get you pregnant....not yet.....staff and company wouldn't like that....." with a tender kiss, he softly rolls his tongue around, massaging the inside of your cheeks as he continues.

"but maybe.....a little later......maybe we'll make something as cute as you.....hmm?"

Tired, breathless, weakened and limp, you whispered out "ddeonu...." to which he laughs as he keeps his lips planted on your cheek.

"I do...."

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i had an idea to add to the ‘str’ extras post. i came across an insta account that details “things ____ loves/hates” (i will link an example, credit to them for the idea), thought it could be an interesting, insightful look into sheriff!joel, of things you haven’t touched on but that makes up the wonderful man we have grown to love!

no rush if you decide to do it just a fun lil thing i thought of <3

https://www.instagram.com/p/C3BLN86OquE/?igsh=MWF0aG0ydzA4c3BnZg==

I like this idea! And I am very much looking for a distraction so I decided to have a little fun with it and make a photo collage to go along with my answers:

Likes:

Classic romance novels. I think he likes to keep it a secret but he has a soft spot for the classics (I thought wuthering heights was kind of apt... two people unable to be together, etc...)

Coffee. It's an obvious one, but maybe not so obvious is he prefers to share coffee with someone else. That's why he always found himself going to the diner, even before reader came on the scene. He just likes to be around others, even if it is his annoying younger brother.

Texas - duh. Sheriff Joel couldn't imagine living anywhere else, especially up north. He is a southern boy through and through.

Lazy mornings. Those are rare for him. Sarah tends to have a busy schedule, even on the weekends, so when he gets the chance to sleep in a little or just lounge around before having to get up, he really enjoys that (especially if reader is there, although he hasn't been able to have many mornings with her... yet 👀). To go along with this, he also really likes kissing. Just making out with no goal in mind. Slow, lazy licks and soft little noises under a warm blanket on a Sunday morning with nowhere to be? Perfection.

Old movies. Especially at the drive in. Something about the nostalgia of it really makes him happy. And that romantic side of him can't help himself. It's usually his go-to first date idea.

Football. As Sarah mentioned once before, he really enjoys American football and annoys her with it. Sarah really looks forward to the spring and summer because there's no football on TV and she doesn't have to listen to him yelling in the living room every ten minutes.

His favorite pair of jeans. He's had them for years, the knees are getting worn out but he loves them and won't part with them.

Sarah - obviously. Even though she keeps him on his toes and super busy all the time, he would drop anything for her. He is always struggling to balance work and home and he tends to stretch himself too thin and not take enough time for himself, but he tries to make every single soccer game and school event because he loves seeing how talented Sarah is.

Hiking, specifically with Sarah. It's something they like to do in the summer, at least one weekend a month. Occasionally he can convince her to camp out overnight, but she hates sleeping in a tent so it's a hard sell.

Dislikes:

People who don't use their seatbelts. It's so easy. Just do it. He's seen too many accidents in his line of work and he hates when people don't use them.

Snakes. Sarah never lets him forget about the time when he was nine years old and he went to put on his boot to go play outside and was surprised to find a snake sleeping inside. To this day, he can't put his shoes on without checking them first.

Oysters. It's a texture thing, he thinks they're gross. He doesn't care they are an aphrodisiac, he doesn't need it 😉

Line dancing. Even though he's from Texas, it makes him cringe every time he sees people doing it.

Snow/being cold. He prefers the heat. It's what he's used to and he doesn't like shoveling snow on the rare occasion Texas gets any accumulation.

Lip Gloss. He likes kissing. A lot. And he thinks lip gloss is too sticky.

Wool Sweaters. Because he runs hot as it is and wool just makes it worse. Plus, it's itchy.

People who talk about themselves too much. Especially women he's been on dates with. He likes learning about other people, but when it becomes apparent they have no interest in learning about him, it's a turn off.

Golf. Because all my Joels hate golf. For no particular reason at all.

Thank you so much for this ask! It was a lot of fun putting together.

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THOUGHTS ON THE CLASS OF S40: KIOKU & JIU (1/?)

" Oh, sure! I'd love to talk about everyone! I hope I can remember them right... "

" I request that we make this quick. I have work to attend to. "

-> INNAMORATI (@alien-til-i-stage)

KIOKU: Ah, Inna's a blast! I love spending my mandatory playtime with him! We bounce off each other super well, and I always feel better when we hang out together.

He's a real friendly guy, usually around talking to a bunch of people, even the colder ones. I see him messing around with folks like Macbeth and Jiu on the regular. It's kinda funny! I'm always down for whatever shenanigans he's planning 'cause I know they'll be interesting.

It's easy to forget about all my worries when I play with Inna, which is why I love hanging out with him so much. Also, he's got lovely blue eyes...

JIU: Bothers me while I work. He's quite the pest, though I'd be rude to turn him away. How does he know I like rice...?

-> MACBETH (@alien-til-i-stage)

KIOKU: He's uh... eccentric. Kinda pretentious? I think he's maybe-kinda-sorta got some complexes to work out. He's a handful, to say the least. Inna likes messing around with him, though, which can be pretty fun to watch! Sometimes I do feel bad for him...

JIU: Troublesome... but negotiable.

-> TOKI (@zerostyrant)

KIOKU: Toki's an incredible dancer! The way he moves is so cool! Some other stuff about him is... a little less cool!

He's usually a pretty chill guy, more on the mischievous side, but if I hang out with Inna while he's in the vicinity... stuff starts getting real uncomfortable. A chill runs down my spine. I think Toki likes him, you know... like-like, which is cute! The vibe is kinda off, but still! Cute! I guess?

He can get pretty mean at times. I just hope he doesn't come after me, because I'd really like to learn some dancing from him!

JIU: It's unfortunate to be saddled with such an unruly batch, just watching their mind games is enough to exhaust oneself. I truly do pray for Innamorati and Sebastian's poor souls.

-> YUME (@sotogalmo)

KIOKU: Super funky guy. He kinda seems like he stepped straight out of those cartoons on TV! Acts almost unreal at times...

Something about him is... off though. I get a weird feeling about him sometimes. Almost like he's turning into something else. A doll...

JIU: Strange and disturbing under his facade. The one with the tail.

-> YUMI (@rockwgooglyeyes)

KIOKU: Uh... didn't I just finish talking about them? Huh? This is a different person? ... Oh, right! Sorry! Yu-me, Yu-mi...

Yumi is nice! Though I don't talk to her a lot, and she doesn't seem like the outgoing type. She's usually around Asahi, though, and that's where she seems happiest! She's quiet and doll-like... and shes got pretty eyes. Like Inna's!

JIU: I understand her. One of the few students I can truly tolerate.

-> SEBASTIAN (@sotogalmo)

KIOKU: Oh, that's the guy! Jeez, he can't ever seem to catch a break. Always getting picked on... He's got wit and some hidden spunk, but he prefers to play dead rather than to directly fight back.

JIU: Always caught up in a chase... yet another I have to watch out for.

-> ISLA (@nottoonedin)

KIOKU: Isla seems super fancy, and super popular! She's got a bunch of admirers, but she also seems kinda uncomfortable about it? I wonder why she keeps putting up with them... she seems a little exhausted at times. I hope she's okay.

JIU: A very refined lady. Pleasant, quiet company. We're quite similar in certain aspects, so I can't help but pity her a little. I know what it's like.

-> MONICA (@nottoonedin)

KIOKU: She seems really fun! I wonder why she's on her own most of the time? Doesn't she have any other friends? I thought she was friends with Isla, but Isla seems to have a different circle...

That's pretty sad. I imagine it'd hurt a lot if someone you used to be best friends with acted like they didn't know you anymore...

JIU: Pitiful in her own way. They're a pitiful pair. Yet another thing we have in common...

-> YVONNE (@aakaneeee)

KIOKU: Oof, she's kinda... intense. And not even in the normal way, either. She's always hanging around that one guy... What was his name again? The mousy one.... It's like she revolves around him. Kinda weird! Like Toki. But hey, who am I to judge? Humans... we'd hold onto anything that might give us the will to keep moving forward.

JIU: ...I am greatly ashamed to admit that I understand her. I'd rather not elaborate.

-> ELIANA (@aakaneeee)

KIOKU: I don't talk to her a lot, but she's got a really pretty voice! I get a little shy around her because I think she's so cool...

JIU: A reasonable individual. I appreciate that thoroughly in an environment as ridiculous as this one.

-> CINNABAR (@apriciticreveries)

KIOKU: Doesn't really talk to a lot of people except for that one girl with the special eyes... She seems stressed a lot of the time. Something about her resonates with me, though I'm not sure why...

JIU: Fearful. Poor, pitiful thing. Her circumstances are all too familiar.

-> ASAHI (@apriciticreveries)

KIOKU: Lady Cupid! Haha, I wanted to ask her about my romance fortunes just for the funsies, but I haven't built up the courage yet. She seems pretty icy, so going up to her takes a lot of guts on my part.

JIU: Reserved. A quality I can appreciate. Are those matchmaking fortunes true...?

-> ZHULI (@apriciticreveries)

KIOKU: Err... Who's that again? The announcer? Wait, which one? Like, the red one or-- oh, okay! Thanks! And sorry.

I don't see her around often... she's usually in different classes with the other guy. I like her look, though! It's really unique!

JIU: One of the two special students. The more tolerable half, to be frank. She's fine.

-> FAISAL (@rockwgooglyeyes)

KIOKU: Oh, this is the red one.

Faisal is cool to me! He seems like a wild type of person! He acts really friendly most of the time, but sometimes when he's on his own he looks pretty subdued. I wonder why?

He's still a really good announcer! Definitely a standout voice.

JIU: The other one. I understand the importance of keeping up appearances, but I'd find him more tolerable if he dropped the act.

-> JULIET (@cirrusoftheclouds)

KIOKU: She's so beautiful...! How could she be real?! Like a true princess from a storybook, or maybe a noble lady.

When I first saw her, I was so distracted that I fell into the river by accident. It was worth it, though, because she looked at me! What a gaze... she's the type that people would fight battles for (well, I would).

I think I might've hit my head when I fell into the river, because her eyes were the last thing I remembered before waking up on the riverside. Blue eyes... she has such beautiful blue eyes. I always remember blue eyes. I can't remember anything else, though...

They must have been hers, right? She must have saved me from the river! She's always so kind to me, calling me her lady and all... how dreamy! She's a knight and a lady rolled into one... Ah, but I can't leave this debt unpaid! From here on out, I'll have to protect her! I'll be your knight too, my lady...!

JIU: ...

( JIU, upon hearing KIOKU's thoughts on JULIET:

Well, it's not like I didn't bring this upon myself. Still... I think I'm going to be sick. )

-> YAEL (@lookatmysillies)

KIOKU: I like him! I heard about his almost-drowning incident, and it made me wanna approach him. I know what that feels like.

Yael's super nice! I'm not really sure why some kids find him weird. He's always been really kind to me, and I do my best to help him with whatever he needs (especially since his health worries me a lot. I'll try my hardest to look after him and Nene!). He always says stuff like,"you're an angel!" haha, what a sweetheart!

JIU: An incredibly concerning individual. Must be monitored.

-> MENTHA (@rosedeleca)

KIOKU: Super cool! Mentha's got a lot of energy, so playing with him means I get to go all out! We like to race a lot, sometimes I win and sometimes he does! The result isn't always the same, which makes things extra fun! Whenever I run up to him for a race, my first thought is: " I wonder who's gonna win today? "

He's usually around another guy... ah, what's his name again...?

-> AMBROSIA (@rosedeleca)

KIOKU: Amber... Br... Ambrosia? Oh! Thanks for reminding me! Mentha and Ambrosia go everywhere together! It's never one without the other! They're always fighting and stuff, it gets super intense sometimes. In the good way!

I really like his hair! His headscarf is kinda the same color as Mentha's hair, which I find really cute! I wonder if that was on purpose? reminds me a little of my hairtie, though I'm not sure why.

JIU: Rowdy, almost always sparring... these two will be difficult to manage.

-> ASUKA (@rockwgooglyeyes)

KIOKU: I love hanging out with Asuka! He's got a knack for finding shiny little trinkets, and he gives me a bunch! I'll cherish anything that's been given to me, and it makes me really happy that Asuka thinks I'm worthy of all these little gifts.

He told me that he kinda sucked at dancing, so whenever we have the time I try and run him through some stretches and exercises to loosen up. Helps a little more with coordination, too! His sister Isla is already a great dancer, but I think Asuka can be an awesome dancer in his own way. He's just gotta find his own style!

JIU: Quite different from his sister. Lacks refinement and class. And good lord, those rips on his uniform are an utter travesty. He must be issued a new pair.

-> WREN (@ivanttakethis)

KIOKU: I like Wren! We haven't interacted a lot, but she's pretty outgoing and friendly. I love her hair, it's like the color of a star burning at its brightest.

There's an older girl from 39 that she seems to talk to (and about) quite a bit. They look really similar!

JIU: She's fine. Capable of handling herself.

-> NENE (@shenenenigans)

KIOKU: My dear friend Nene! She's really sick, so she's in the infirmary a lot. I like to deliver her worksheets and other stuff over there sometimes. Anything to be of help to her, really. I also just love visiting Nene because she always greets me with a big hug!

When she's out of there, though, we get to have some real fun! I carry her around on my back so she can get some fresh air without tiring herself. I think seeing more of the outside world is really important for the heart, so I wanna show her as often as possible.

Nene is a fantastic storyteller, too! I love listening to the worlds she conjures up, especially the one with the girl who was saved by a dragon... agh, why couldn't they stay together in the end?! Nene!

JIU: A sickly girl, she must be monitored. I have to make sure she's alright.

-> ZOUHA (@minori-dash)

KIOKU: One of the coolest people I've ever met! They can swordfight! Isn't that awesome?! How does someone even start doing that?

JIU: A highly respectable individual. I admire their resolve and fortitude.

KIOKU <--> JIU

KIOKU: Oh. Right, of course he'd come up eventually, haha...

JIU: ...

....I really must get back to work. Please excuse me.

KIOKU: Err... could I maybe answer another time?

[foundtherightwords]

The Hollow Heart - Chapter 12

Pairing: Hellcheer, Gothic AU

Summary: To escape her mother's control and the stifling society of Gilded Age New York, heiress Christabel Cunningham impulsively marries Henry Creel, a charming and seductive stranger, and accompanies him to his remote mansion on the West Coast. There, as Henry grows cold and cruel, Christabel must uncover her husband's sinister secret before it's too late. But can she trust Kas, her husband's enigmatic assistant, who seems to be her only ally in this strange place, or is Kas's loyalty to his master stronger than his attraction to Christabel?

Chapter warnings: smut (non-explicit)

Chapter word count: 3k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11

Chapter 12 - Through Mist and Cloud

Christabel couldn't leave her room for two days afterward. Though she sustained no serious injuries, her throat had swollen shut, making every mouthful of food feel like she was swallowing glass, and her limbs were so sore that every movement was agony. So she lay in bed, heart breaking and body aching, and had no comfort at all. Kas didn't stop by her room again. He left her trays of soft food and soothing teas outside but never ventured inside, never even spoke to her through the door. She tried to listen for the moment he came up the stairs to intercept him, but his footsteps, already quiet, were muffled by the thick carpet, and by the time she heard the clanking of the tray and opened the door, he was gone.

Even when she was well enough to go downstairs for meals, she saw no sign of him. The food was prepared and the house cleaned as usual, but no Kas, not in the kitchen, not in the hothouse, and the lighthouse window remained dark. Her heart sank. Surely—surely—Henry hadn't dismissed Kas over what happened? Or had he gotten into trouble for killing those men? But nobody had come to the house looking for Kas, no police knocking on their door. Apparently, a few dead criminals in the back alleys of Chinatown didn't raise much concern with the authority.

"Where's Kas?" she asked Henry one evening over dinner. Her throat was still so raw that her voice came out little more than a croaky whisper.

"Oh, he's around here somewhere," Henry said, unconcerned.

Christabel breathed a little more easily. So Kas hadn't been dismissed or arrested, at least. But why was he avoiding her? Was he afraid she was going to throw herself at him again? Then she must put his mind at rest. Those kisses had been madness, born out of loneliness and fear and despair. No more. The comfort of their easy friendship in the previous months was too precious to be thrown away for this torment of want and uncertainty. She must reassure him of that.

After dinner, with that resolution in mind, she put on her cloak and went to the lighthouse. The curtains were drawn, and there was no answer when she knocked. But where else could he be? She knocked again.

"Kas? Are you there? It's—" She hesitated, not wanting to say "Mrs. Creel", but to say "Christabel" would be presumptuous. She settled for, "It's me. Can we talk, please?"

"I can't right now," came Kas's reply. His voice sounded strange, low and gravelly, as though he, too, had hurt his throat. "Please go away."

"Please. I'm afraid I may have caused you some trouble, and I want to apologize."

"No need. Just go."

"Oh, this is ridiculous! Must we keep talking through the door like this?"

She reached for the door handle. It turned under her palm. The lighthouse was dark, with only the faint glow of the stove by way of illumination. The skulls on the shelves shone like pale ghosts. It took a moment for Christabel's eyes to adjust and notice Kas huddled in the chair. He didn't seem to hear her come in.

"Why are you sitting in the dark?" Christabel asked, reaching for his shoulder.

The moment she touched him, he jumped, as though scalded by her hand. His face, deathly white beneath its fringe of dark curls, made Christabel take a step back. She had never seen him so angry, so savage, his eyes two glassy black pools, his mouth twisted in a snarl, his hands clenched around something that twitched and squealed.

"What are you doing here?" he growled. "I told you to go! If you know what's good for you, leave! Now!"

First Henry, now Kas. Was there no one left for her in this place? Choking back her tears, Christabel turned and fled down the beach.

***

Christabel sat by Luna's grave, wishing to find some comfort from the familiar scent of the night-blooming jasmine, hoping to it would bring her closer to Luna's spirit. But although the bush lovingly draped its green arms over the mound, it was too cold for it to bloom. Even the flowers were deserting her. The beach was freezing. She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around her shoulders, trying to shield herself from that biting, damp chill that no fire could lift. She must have dropped her cloak at the lighthouse, but she couldn't bring herself to go back there to retrieve it. She didn't want to think about Kas, about how he was like Henry after all, how he could be so sweet one moment and so violent the next.

But her heart refused to believe that Kas's gentleness was just an act. Why would he go to such lengths to be kind to her, only to turn against her? At least Henry had had the excuse of wanting to trap her into marriage... Could Kas—could his act be some nefarious plot to seduce her so that Henry could divorce her and keep her money?

Christabel let out a mirthless laugh and leaned her forehead on her arms. Such twisted schemes were the stuff of dime novels, not real life. Besides, Henry had her money already; all she needed was to wait for Mr. Murray, her lawyer, to complete the transfer and send her the paperwork to sign. There was no need for seduction. Creel House must be affecting her mind more than she'd realized if she was ready to entertain such morbid, fantastical thoughts. And the idea of Kas trying to seduce her...

"Mrs. Creel?"

She hadn't heard him approach. She didn't look back, hating that her heart still jumped at the sound of his voice, hating that she was blushing furiously just now, thinking about him.

"What do you want?" she said, trying to sound indifferent.

"I want to apologize. For shouting at you back there." He was coming closer, and she could hear that his voice was back to usual, soft, diffident, with none of that animalistic growl. What had happened with him at the lighthouse? "I was—I was afraid that Mr. Creel may find out—"

So he was only thinking of protecting himself then.

"You don't have to apologize," she said, finally turning around to face Kas. He was standing a little behind her, holding her cloak in his hands. He still looked pale, and his eyes were still dark, but the glassy, inhuman look was gone from them, and they were sparkling in the gloom. Still, Christabel refused to let her guard down. "You think you've offended me?" she continued. "You're just a servant. Your words mean nothing to me. I can have you dismissed if I'm angry with you. In fact, I would have dismissed you myself, if Henry wasn't so dependent on you." Those words were horrible, hateful; she was disgusted with herself even as she uttered them, but she had to, if she wanted to save her heart.

Kas froze, looking as if she'd just struck him across the face. "You don't believe that," he said, almost pleadingly. "You don't believe a word of that."

"Don't presume to know what I do and don't believe." She turned her back to him, facing the sea again. "You don't know me!"

Kas sighed. "You're right," he said. "I don't know you at all. And I'm sorry for it. I'm so sorry, Christabel. I only wish I could do something to help." He came up behind her and draped the cloak around her, before turning back to the house.

Perhaps it was the heartbreaking note of resign in his words. Perhaps it was his voice calling her name. Perhaps it was his lingering touch on her shoulders. Or perhaps it was the combination of all three, that melted the ice Christabel was trying to build up around her heart and made her reach out to him.

"Kas, wait." He stopped, and she shuffled across the sand until they were close enough to touch. "There is something you can do."

"What?"

"Kiss me."

Kas blinked. He looked up at the house, half-hidden behind the sand dunes, then back at her, and brushed some stray hairs from her face. Her whole body jumped at his touch, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.

"He'll kill us if he finds out," he said.

"I don't care." Fiercely, she grabbed his wrists to press his hands to her cheeks, and he gave an involuntary wince. His sleeves had ridden up, showing a patch of reddened skin around each wrist. She unbuttoned his cuffs and pushed his sleeves further up, first the right and then the left, to look more closely. There were more red marks on his arms, angry welts that looked like burns, showing clearly even in the dim half-light.

"What are these?" asked Christabel, her voice hushed. "Who did this to you?"

"It's nothing." Kas tried to pull away and push his sleeves down, but Christabel held him fast. A terrible realization dawned in her mind.

"Did he do this?" she asked. Kas didn't answer, but the look of shame in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. "But why?"

Kas shrugged. "He was displeased. And when he's displeased, he will make it known, on anyone or anything he can put his hands on. Better me than you."

Cold fear washed over Christabel. Henry had only laid his hands on her once, but if this was what he was capable of... Her rage, however, burned stronger than fear—rage for Kas and for herself. And she felt shame as well. How could she have suspected Kas of working with Henry to defraud her? Kas was as much a victim as herself.

"We can't let him do this," she said. "We have to leave."

Kas's eyes were bleak. "And go where?"

He was right, of course. Even if they were brave enough to face judgment and ostracism to leave Henry, there was nowhere they could go. Kas would not be able to find work, not with his condition, and with her money still tied up in the transfer, she was chained to Henry as tightly as Kas was. Why, oh why had she been so foolish as to agree to it, to give up her financial freedom and give Henry the means to control her? Of course, back then she'd thought she was being a good, obedient wife...

"We'll find a way," she told Kas stoutly.

And then, because it pained her to see him so miserable, she lifted Kas's arm and put her lips to the burns, wishing fervently that she could kiss them all away. She trailed her mouth along his forearm to the inside of his wrist, first the left and then the right, feeling his pulse pound under her lips, listening to his breath catch and quicken, listening to the beating of his heart, in sync with hers. His hand found her chin, gently turning her face up to him, while his thumbs caressed the curve of her lips. Under his delicate touch, her mouth fell open, compliant, expectant, yet he didn't kiss her, only kept brushing her lips with those calloused yet gentle thumbs, while those inscrutable eyes roamed her face, searching for something only he knew, until she thought she would go mad with waiting and wanting. Just when she couldn't take it anymore and stretched up to kiss him herself, he pulled away.

"What is it?" she asked. "What's wrong?"

"We shouldn't be doing this."

Frustration rose within her, turning into fury. "Shouldn't?" she snapped, breaking free of his hands. "I've had enough of men telling me what I should and shouldn't do! If you don't want me, just tell me, and I'll never bother you again!"

"I do want you," he said, holding on to her arm, his eyes imploring. "I can't tell you how much I want you, but—"

At once, Christabel realized how selfish she'd been. He had so much more to lose than her. She might be shunned by society, but he would lose his livelihood. She couldn't do that to him. She would rather never touch him again and still have his friendship, than give in to this lust and risk losing him forever.

"Yes, I understand," she said stiffly, taking a step back. "You're right. We shouldn't." She walked away, trying to forget how he'd looked at her just now, when he said he did want her.

Kas, still holding her arm, spun her back toward him, and lowered his mouth to hers.

The moment their lips touched, a great wave of relief washed over Christabel. At last, at last! Their kiss on the boat had been a flustered, tentative dip into the water, but this, this was a full-body dive, as his mouth moved over hers in exploring caresses and his hands clasped her on her waist, in her hair, holding her flush against him, as though afraid the sand beneath them may open and swallow her up if he let go. Warmth began to bloom in her belly, spreading all over her, buckling her knees. She dropped to the sand, pulling Kas on top of her.

"You said you can't tell me how much you want me," she whispered. "Show me then."

And he obliged. His hand was on her, pushing up her skirt and petticoat, searching, stroking, stoking the warmth in her veins into a fire. She lifted her hips and helped him to pull her drawers down over her feet. There was a moment of fluster as the lace got caught on the heel of one of her boots. Christabel felt a wild urge to laugh, but Kas was so nervous, so hesitant, that she didn't want him to think she was laughing at him. Finally, her drawers were free. It felt so wicked, so depraved, lying there on the sand with her skirts hiked up, with the cold, damp air over her bare thighs while her legs were still encased in stockings pulled over her knees—wool ones too, the warm, practical kind. Why had she worn them? They were so... sensible. And what she was doing, what they were doing, was as far from sensible as she could imagine.

Then Kas nestled himself between her legs, and all thoughts of stockings were driven from her head.

"Are you—are you sure—?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

In reply, she took his hand and placed it where she ached for him the most. In that instant, it was like a dam was broken, and his control fell away. He dove into the water of her body with wild abandonment, his face buried in her neck, teeth scraping the skin at the base of her throat, and she responded in kind, arching into him with her chest, her hips, her whole being, so she could feel his weight and his strength and his warmth on her, in her.

A sharp sting on her throat made Christabel gasp. Kas's teeth had broken through the skin, and when she touched a hand to her neck, it came away red.

Kas went pale and recoiled. If her legs hadn't been locked over his hips, she believed he would have fled there and then. "I'm sorry—I'm so sorry—" he said, frantically wiping at the barely discernible drop of blood on his lips, his eyes widening so much that she could see the whites surrounding his dark irises. He reached a hand toward her but seemed afraid to touch her, afraid to make things worse. "I'm sorry, I can't—" He pushed away from her.

"No!" she choked, clinging to him. He'd left her twice; she'd be damned if she let him go a third time. Not now.

"But—I've hurt you—"

"You haven't. It's just a scratch." She cradled his face in her hand and looked straight into his eyes, those dark eyes that had captured her since the first time she'd seen them, only then she had been too blind to realize it. "I trust you," she said. "Please. Please, Kas. Stay with me."

He leaned over her, a hesitating, trembling hand skimming over the bite on her throat, his touch as light as the fog. She took his hand, trailing his thumb to her mouth, bit it, then licked it, tasting her blood on his skin. With a moan, he bent down and placed his lips on the bite. The sting faded almost instantly. He lingered at her neck for a moment, before moving up so their faces were parallel.

"Look at me, please," he begged.

And she did, keeping her eyes fixed on him, reassuring him that she wanted this, that she wanted him. The fire inside her was back now, mingled with his own fire, building even more wildly, chasing away the chill of the damp sand at her back, of the fog on her skin, burning off the chill that had settled into her bones since she came to this place. In her mind, she knew what they were doing was wrong, but as his warmth filled her to overflowing and her cries drowned out the mournful sound of the distant foghorns, her body did not feel anything but bliss, and her heart did not feel anything but joy.

Afterward, she felt Kas drawing her skirts down, gently, always so gently, his hands lingering on her hips for a moment. She seized those hands, pressing them to her. "Stay."

He adjusted his clothes and covered them both with her cloak. "Don't worry," he said, tucking her against his chest, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, the other bent to pillow her head. "I'm not going anywhere."

She let out a sigh of relief. And then, stretching out against Kas to let his warmth envelop her, she slept.

Chapter 13

[cobycobsy2k]

"Welcome back to this Reality Show! Today we will have the first challenge where we will test our contestants and their culinary qualities! Will they be able to prepare a delicious dish for our Bachelors? Find out today on THE BACHELORS !"

THE BACHELORS Episode 2: "Drama Kitchen"

Xander and Coco: Congratulations guys! We're really glad that all of you were able to make it to this round! It's really not easy to introduce yourself and meet new people, but we two are very proud of each of you!

Coco: So for our second round, you will be assigned to prepare both Xander and I a delicious meal, whether it be breakfast, lunch, or dessert. For that they will be distributed in pairs!, since this will make things more interesting, but remember that from here we will begin the elimination rounds, if someone does not manage to have more than 10 points, unfortunately they will be eliminated!

Xander: So let's form the pairs: Keegan will go with Lexie, Hazal will go with Francisca, James and Salma will go together and finally Lauryn will go with Charlie! We recommend that in pairs you plan very well what you are going to make for food, you can tell us anything!

Apparently the assigned pairs made a lot of impression on everyone, some were a little surprised and also a little upset.

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Francisca: Wow, first time I come to the set of this mansion, nice decoration! Well, let's get to the point, that Hazal girl and I have to do something that will shock both Xander and Coco! I was thinking about using my powerful secret salad recipe, but I think I'd better ask Hazal for ideas.

Producer: Hey Francisca, your outfit is spectacular!!

Francisca: Thank you darling! That's why I came, to dazzle everyone with my elegance and sense of glamour!

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Lexie: OMG, I can't believe we got to work together!

Keegan: Me too, Lexie! Your outfit is really adorable! How do you manage to dress so well?

Lexie: Well, I get a lot of inspiration from watching movies and series, although I also tend to read fashion magazines a bit. You should see all my blogs on MyPlumbSpace!

James: Hey Cousin, are you thinking the same as me?

Salma: Obviously James! Let me see if there are any cooking shows on TV! Everyone should know that we Waldorfs cook very well!

Couples are busy planning what to make for food, some already have ideas ready, while others are still undecided. You can tell that Hazal, Lexie, Francisca and Keegan are getting along very well.

Hazal: We could make maybe a salad or some hamburgers… That's the easiest thing we could do.

Francisca: Hey Hazal, I wanted to tell you if we could make crepes! I'm a very expert when it comes to making crepes!

Hazal: Maybe… What if we better do both?

Lexie: Taking advantage of the fact that you and I are here in this same room, Francisca, I wanted to tell you that the other day I received a call from someone who threatened me, demanding that I leave the program… Does this sound familiar to you?

Those words quite surprised Francisca, who was quite surprised and at the same time confused.

Francisca: What are you talking about, Lexie? I admit that I'm a little competitive, but I wouldn't cheat to win…

Keegan: Lexie And why do you think Francisca was the one who threatened you?

Lexie: Lauryn and her partner told me something like that!

Hazal: Honey, do you realize who the hell is telling you that fake Francisca shit? Charlie has already made us all sick of it! I'll only tell you one thing, take good care of your friend Lauryn with him…

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Lexie: Wow… Apparently I started a drama here, the truth is that was not my intention, I just wanted to clear things up with Francisca. But I see that she is innocent and someone wants to ruin her reputation, but who would be able to do something like that?

Lexie: I swear that if I make it past this round, I will invite Francisca to go to a nightclub to apologize!

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Francisca: And where are Charlie and Lauryn!? Let's talk seriously with them!!

The two of them were just coming home from shopping for their prescription.

Charlie: Good morning everyone guys! Why are you so serious with me?

Hazal: Shove your good morning up your ass!! Are you so unhappy to cause problems for the other team!?

Charlie: What the fuck are you talking about Hazal!?

Francisca: Don't act stupid, all you want is to win at the expense of us all fighting!

Charlie: I swear I don't know what the fuck you're talking about!! You know what? FUCK YOU ALL!!

Salma (While she was watching TV): OMG, he is literally soo rude!!

[bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing]

Also, help i fall down this rabbit hole... I did plan to write a lot about it 😅, sorry guys for the torture, please forgive me! Ok? 🥺🥺

P. S 2.0:This is an old fanfiction that never come out two years ago, didn't have the mood to write that much...It is a bit prepared with feelings... I do plan to write more with cases and of course more SCP style since H. Hope is my SCP persona... 😅 I just got the taste of the case-detective stories 👀👀👀, oh boy... My imagination is over 9000🤣🤣♥️

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Also part 1:->

Part 3: ->

The others strangers looked strange at her, had that look as if they could eat her, Hope was in a new completely unknown location to her, it Was scary but she had to be brave after all they Were people not anomalies.

Most teenagers and even some adults found comfort in alcohol and very fould language, they were dressed too stridently and vulgar, it Was indeed a mad world out there, the streets have so much danger on them after the sunset and With every step she took, she felt watched.

On the Site after everything that happened that day she couldn't stay there for much longer, she needed a break and her colleague understand her, for that Hope was grateful, she did not need to explain to them any forward, there was still blood, bad blood and smell, that smell made Hope sick.

While she tried to avoid unwilling conflicts a group of three boys blocked her way, that made her sigh, can't she just had a peacefully night at least once...

The blonde one said something to her, his breath smelled of cheap cigarettes and different types of alcohol, wondering how he stood on his feet by now, the middle one was shorter than the rest of those two, tried to grab Hope by her shoulder, lucky his face meet with Hope angry fist, the idiot felt down probably needed a dentist soon.

The third screams something Hope could not understand probably he had too many glass of whisky, but that kick somewhere should had wake him up.

For someone like Hope it was easy to kick their sorry lives but that wasn't something she wanted at that moment, Hope withdrew when she caught the moment.

Near the beach a detective looking at sea, the waves calmed him down, he didn't even know why he suffered from insomnia.

The moon was full and beamed with light as it looked upon him, the moon was the detective's only companion but as he sit down a noise caught his attention.

It looked like several people were chasing another person and a few swear words could be heard, this Was something that the detective didn't want to see it, his hero side come out, someone had to teach those jesters a lesson, it was incredible how society was deteriorating.

The detective had no problems When it came to fight, it is What comes with being a detective, having to know those things not only using your brain and of course be in the right shape he didn't had a problem catch up with them.

The detective had to take them by surprise so he hide behind a bush, finding a rock it throw it as far as he could, the rock made a sound that drove their attention away, following the sound they found and angry stray cat that gave them a scare, not far away two guardians having dogs come and chase those men, probably they had heard the laughter and come to see What was going on, a hotel was nearby.

As the scene was safe detective Void decided it Was time to come out, that sure Was boring but he didn't knew What happened to the fourth person, was injured, did it needed help.

As he was walking by mistake, his leg got tangled by something and in the sand his hand found a long thin rope only that it moved in his palm. As soon as it moved, it withdrew immediately leaving a thin trace in the velvet sand and clearly that wasn't a fish.

The detective follow the trace, it was obviously something was going on, he knew only one person with that tail, it was three years ago since he last saw her... And those men could come anytime soon, he had to warn her and make sure Hope was alright, not that he cared that much, sure he did not or that he tries to say to himself.

He finally found her hidden behind some rocks, the light Was weak, nearly impossible to see someone there if it wasn't for the thin rose tail that the Waves brought it ashore, he slowly gave his hand so the female anomaly would have a better chance to come out of her hidding spot.

Hope remember the young male in front of her, another strange place for a reunion but then again, they first have meet on the Site at the worst time possible, maybe next time they could have a nice cup of tea, the water in the sea was just like ice.

Just a reminder for them, they Were in an open area where they could easily fall prey, Hope made a sign, they have to move in the opposite direction, as they walked the big full moon follows them and more stars were revealing themselves.

The beach was long and wide, the sea become restless, they already were going by an half of hour, no noise, no strange figure, occasionally they heard a train passing by, the detective was silent.

Even in the darkness she could still see the sadness in his eyes,even if the detective tried so hard to hide it, something was wrong with him too, maybe he saw something that broke him too, Hope realize thst she wasn't the only one who was running from something. She knows that face too well, even in her nightmares. She got closer to the detective,as the breeze started to bother her, she still was wet from that early night bath in the sea, wished she had a towel.

Anyway deep down Hope was really happy to see the detective, since last time in a way she had missed him but then she remember her true mission and the foundation purpose, people like detective Void should be protected from any anomalies no matter the cost.

On the other hand, the silence Was killing the detective, who Were those men that were following Hope? Why Hope needed to hide from them? Have they found out? They were in danger?

The flashbacks from the recent events come before her eyes, Hope didn't even knew the detective asked her something so she tried to change the subject.

"It's crazy to think how the stars appears so small on the sky but if you would get closer to them, it can kill you."

"What are you trying to say with this?"

That wasn't exactly the conversation the detective really wanted at that moment but it had to start from somewhere plus it looked like Hope felt a little better, he saw how tense she was.

"Do you always have to let your little tail get into trouble?"

At that Hope let a small laugh, if only the detective knew, but he knows only 0.0002% of it, truth Was she always had her little tail into trouble more or less...it Was funnier this Way more or less, unlike the rest of the SCP colleague she has fun.

"I kinda wish the stars would have been this small so i could pick up some of them in my hand and make a lovely how you call those paper flowers that puts them around your neck in the old Hawai beach movies?

"For good people there will always be a compliment found."

"It's just you should be more careful... Take care of you, mister detective Void... Um, your soulmate needs you whole body and soul."

"You are sometimes weird, Hope... Why would i even need a relationship?"

"And the detectives past time activities is star gazing?"

"No. Is it yours?"

Ouch, there he caught her, she tried so hard maybe too hard to not make herself a fool well it did not work.

"Probably, i don't know, i like the night sky and looking at the many stars, at least they are not alone."

"Are you? Is that all, Hope, you are a little defensive there... When you are a detective you get to speak to lots of different people/ suspects."

"I only want someone to have a heart to heart conversation that is all. Nothing too much, or too many..."

"How was your day?"

"Great! Containment breach, violence, blood, more people in the cemetery the usually stuff. Yours?"

"Maybe i shouldn't have asked, i'm sorry... Well, i failed finding a perfect gift for someone whos birthday is about in 2 months, i can't find the right one and i am a detective i should know were to look for it."

"That is so sweet, i am sure this person knows you live them even without the perfect gift."

Hope looked at the detective and it was getting hard to keep herself up, the sad feelings were still there and it Wasn't like it could go away that easily, knocking at her doors, she tried her best to not give up anything besides good vibes, it wasn't about her anymore, it is never about her, she can go through it just fine, right? Wrong. Just thinking about those hours back the containment breach, oh gosh, it could have been anyone even the person in front of her, dead, just as cold as an ice-cream...

"Please don't go, i don't want to have you too on my consciousness. I can't protect you!"

She found herself speaking, it was true after all and if it wasn't for the professional expression mask the young detective had, that statement would have taken him by surprise. He had to admit to himself that nothing was shocking him anymore at that point, well he was wrong, they barely knew each other after all, that must have been confusing as redacted.

"I thought more than half of the foundation would dislike me, wasn't expecting this from you!"

"I don't know what your problem is but we are not evil and you are not a hero either, it's just you should live your life as a simple life nothing too complicated."

This somehow hurt him, it's not like he wanted any of this in the first place, he wouldn't admit it to anyone but this secret started to get the better of him, it wasn't like detective Void forgot his promise to forget about all of this, he really tried but fate is a cruel mistress and a twisted one.

The silence was too long and Hope decided to speak again, she didn't wanted to make him feel bad and unwanted.

"It's nice to have you in my life mister detective, i find you a funny guy with a sense of humor."

"Sense of humor? I don't think that is true about me, of course i have many qualities but that isn't on the list."

Hope started to shake, it was indeed a beautiful view but it was getting cold and colder the breeze, it was also late.

"Have you ever thought that the SCP foundation is the problem here? This secret is just a brainwash, it should have been better if people knows about it, it's the only way to confront whatever will come in the future!"

"And then what will happen? They will become so afraid that even seeing their own shadow will scare them! Some things are better left alone in the dark, if you don't know it then it won't hurt you!"

"That is not how things works, Hope!"

"Have you forgot in what twisted universe we live in?

"And does getting yourself killed solves any problems?"

"So does that means you do care a little about me? I'm flattered mister detective, please don't make me blush more than i already am."

"Eh...Why do i even bother? It's clearly i'm fighting on a war that is already lost..."

"Mister detective Void let me say something nice too, you are like a sad fairytail with a happy ending."

"That doesn't makes much sense but i will take it and please drop the mister, i'm not that old!"

"Well you sure are the detective of my life!"

Hope gave a little smile, all those books and TV series about detectives and resolving crimes, made her want an adventure like that, maybe if she asked him, Hope might have a chance.

"Again what is with this obsession about detectives?"

"Not just any detective, if i might add."

Again silence, it was fun, they just sit there on the sand and talk about ordinary things, nothing much, but neither of them mind it.

"Are you tired?"

"Yes, sort of... Mind if i let my head rest on your shoulder? So warm, i like it, ten out of ten, you would make a great pillow, detective."

"Yeah, my next great career as a pillow, a detective pillow."

Just like that Hope gave a short laugh, she already could imagine the detective pillow, at day solve cases, at night giving everybody who needs it, a great night sleep, not bad at all.She buried her face a little deeper in the detective neck, a faint blush covering her cheek.

"Come on, i saw a motel near by, i am sure they have a room where you can stay..."

She didn't wanted to go back at the Site plus too tired and she barely drag her feet, the room Was cozy points to the detective fpr knowing such a nice place, once they were in the room the bed somehow winked at her, and Hope knew how tired she Was.

"Not bad, right Hope... Oh and here i have this two coupons With 50% Off at any dumplings order, their dumplings are one and only kind, you can have them... I am too busy sometimes i forget to even eat, it would be a shame to let this coupons waste..."

The detective turned his head only to see Hope already curled up into a ball, looked like she already Was fast asleep and did not heard him, but he couldn't blame her, after that he let her a message and slowly closed the door behind him.

The detective had a lot of things on his own agenda to do, just thinking about it made him almost skip sleep that night, but that could have wait at least one more day, he could feel that he was getting closer to the truth.

The end

[lurafita]

Challenge time!

I got a challenge. So I found this:

random generator thing. I typed in the different species we know from canon (tv-show canon for me), and that will randomly assign a species for a character. Like you press go for Magnus, write down result, then press go for Alec, write down result, and so on. Then, once the species have been assigned to the characters, you need to think up a prompt for them. My picks will be under the cut.

Magnus: Shadowhunter

Alec: Higher demon/prince of hell

Jace: Seelie

Izzy: Angel

Clary: Werewolf

Simon: Vampire (🤣)

Raphael: Vampire (Are you kidding me?!)

Catarina: Vampire (is this thing broken?)

Ragnor: Mundane

Maia: Mundane

Luke: Warlock (finally got a warlock in the mix)

okay, I will cap it here for now, other characters can be assigned later if need be.

uff. this is surprisingly hard.

Magnus is the only shadowhunter.

Alec as a higher demon has potential, not gonna lie.

Seelie Jace. hmmm.

and Izzy an angel. Then there could still be a sibling relationship between her and alec, actually. Alec is simply a fallen angel. Izzy didn't fall because she still follows the doctrine. though she might fall as the plot progresses.

Clary as a werewolf. Guess that is easy enough. She could be a mundane that had an encounter with a rogue werewolf, and Magnus found/saved her. Not knowing whether or not she will turn, he can't take her to a hospital. If she needed medical attention, he would probably take her to the institute, where they could also monitor if she changes, dies, or remains mundane. after the change, he can get her to the nearest wolf clan and inform them of the rogue that got her.

simon could also start out as a mundane, maybe he was even with clary when she was bitten and Magnus had to take him along as well. as both simon and clary then want to learn more about the shadow world, simon lands himself on the business end of a pair of vamp fangs. (could be Camille)

Raphael and Catarina could have history. Catarina could be leader of the clan! maybe she was the one who turned raphael in a bit to save his life.

Ragnor could be like a mundane university professor who is well versed in obscured knowledge and the history of mysterious stuff. Maybe Magnus is enrolled in one of his classes, because he has discovered that some of the mundane knowledge about all that goes bump in the dark can be surprinsgly helpful

Maia… I don't know yet.

Luke could be the high warlock of the territory.

okay, how to bring higher demon/prince of hell Alec into the mix.

obviously there would have to be some kind of summoning.

or alec himself decided to visit the mundane plain for a bit, because why not?

and maybe he just happens to witness the shadowhunter that is so uniquely dressed for his kind, fighting off demons, or that rogue werewolf, or whatever. and he takes a shine to him.

Or, Clary was supposed to be a shadowhunter (like her canon counterpart), and Luke was the high warlock who blocked her sight/erased her memories, and the werewolf thing just happened. So when the transformation seems to mess with Clary more than it should, because there is a magical block involved (which they don't know at this point), Magnus calls in the high warlock. Luke helps Clary through the transforamtion, but then in order to have the chaotic energies in Clary balance out, they need to get her her memories back. And just like Magnus in canon, Luke had given them to a demon for safekeeping. The demon in question happens to be Alec.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Top of the List [Part Two]

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Addison Goodwin

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Jessie Goodwin, Lisa Marie Presley, Original Female Character, Original Male Character, Jerry Schilling, Marci Cunningham, Colonel Parker [Mentioned], Joe Goodwin

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4570 of 9639

Summary: When you’re a kid writing a Christmas list is simple; toys and lots of them. As you get older however the wishes start to change and with a life as complicated as the Goodwin-Presleys those wants aren’t always easy to come by. For Addison it’s a family. For Jess answers. And for Elvis, well, as long as he’s got his girls he doesn’t have to wish for a damn thing.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Sex, Penatrative Sex, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Handjobs, Morning Sex, Mentions of Death, Grief, Grieving, Absent Father, Single Parent, Working Parent, Christmas Day, Secrets, Festive Period, Teen Angst, Moods, Fingering, Christmas Morning, Kids on Christmas, Magic of Christmas

Notes: Okay so I’d been planning these as two separate fics but I decided to put them together because they parallel each other so well. All of them wanting something etc etc

I did want to make it sorta ghosts of Christmas past, present and future but working out the timelines of how to establish everything was too hard.

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

ELVIS & ADDISON MASTERPOST  //  TAG LIST

Jess could hear her mother coming down the hall towards her, no doubt coming to check if she was awake yet, which she had already done at least twice before in the last hour, though on those times Jess had closed her eyes feigning sleep until her mother had sighed and crept back out. She didn’t know why, after all, she had been awake well over an hour, listening to the sounds of this unfamiliar house as everyone started their days without her. As she heard her mother get closer, walking down what felt like a mile-long hallway, she knew what it was. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to be lying in this foreign bed in this alien room in this, well, rather nice, but unfamiliar house. She wanted to be at home.

She wanted to be at home like she had been every other Christmas. She wanted to be opening presents under their tree. She wanted to eat dinner at their dining table, in their usual spots, laughing and joking until the food was gone, and they were forced to retreat into the living room to watch TV in a food coma. Even when her mother had had to work they'd managed to do all of it, her mom never having been willing to let her miss out one bit. Well, until this year. 

As the door opened, revealing her mother's expectant face to her, Jess groaned and forced her face into the pillow, making Addison chuckle, 'Well, good afternoon to you too sleepyhead.' 

As Jess offered another groan in response, Addison rolled her eyes and headed to the window, thrusting the curtains open with the vigour only a mother can. Again Jess grumbled but given that she had been spending the past few hours waiting for her to arise, Addison didn't seem to be in the mood for any protests and said, 'Oh come on, you can't spend all day in bed.' 

'We only got in late,' Jess said defensively, though she knew it wasn't her reasoning for not wanting to get up. 

'I know, sorry baby,' Addison said guiltily as she perched on the end of the bed. 

'It's okay,' Jess said, immediately feeling her own guilt surge as she saw her mother's worried expression. After all, she knew if her mother had the choice she probably wouldn't have elected to come here either. She was just trying to appease Marci. That was the most frustrating thing. 

‘Still, that doesn’t mean the day is wasted,' Addison said, placing a hand on her daughter’s covered knee, ‘Mar and I are gonna go shopping if you wanna come? We're gonna go and get a tree.’

‘Is Tom going to be there?’ Jess said, unable to hide the disappointment from her voice.

‘He’s working,’ Addison said.

‘It’s Christmas,’ Jess retorted, her tone laced with judgment though she didn’t know why considering if he was available she probably wouldn’t want him to come anyway. 

‘And how many Christmases have I had to work before now, huh?’ 

‘Yeah, saving people's lives,’ Jess grumbled, earning a sigh from her mother.

‘Jess, come on,’ Addison said, watching as her daughter became overly interested in the bedspread. Addison knew that Marci moving away had been hard on her daughter, it had been hard on her too, but she understood why she'd done it, which was why she’d been agreeable to coming out to California in the first place. It wasn’t that she wanted to spend Christmas in a home that wasn’t her own or to have to beg to get the time off work, bartering to work the entirety of New Year's Weekend, but if it was the only way to have them together she’d do it. She just needed a little cooperation.

‘Look,’ Addison sighed, ‘I know you wanted Christmas like normal. I did too, but honey, we have to go with what we have and this is what we have, okay? Besides, it doesn’t matter where we are right as long as it’s us three?’

‘And Tom,’ Jess scowled.

‘Who is at work, remember?’ Addison retorted, raising an eyebrow and nudging her leg, hoping that her daughter’s mood would mellow even a little, ‘come on what do you say?’

Jess seemed to deliberate on the question for a moment before she shrugged and said, ‘I’m good.’

‘Jess,’ Addison sighed.

‘It’s not like it’s anything exciting anyway,’ Jess said, dropping her gaze back to the bedspread, ‘besides, it’ll give you and Mar a chance to catch up. You can tell all the things you don’t want me to know.’

‘I don’t keep secrets from you,’ Addison said, but Jess appeared not to be listening, favouring looking anywhere but her direction in the hopes that she’d leave her be. Addison watched her for a second, wondering whether to force the issue, but she knew there was no point. That no doubt she’d come around at her own pace. So, with a sigh, she got up and headed to the door, opting to leave her alone, though as she got there she paused, turning back to find Jess watching her.

‘How about when we get back we trim the tree?’ Addison said, hoping her fir-tree-shaped olive branch would be enough. 

‘Okay,’ Jess said, offering the first smile her mother had seen since she’d entered.

‘Would you mind getting the stuff out while we’re gone? Mar says it’s in the closet in the other room,’ Addison said.

‘Sure,’ Jess said, pushing herself until she was sitting up in bed.

‘Atta girl,’ Addison smiled, ‘see you later?’ 

‘Yeah, see you later,’ Jess agreed, watching as her mother turned to leave. Just before she could pull the door closed however Jess called her name, forcing her to pause and wait expectantly as Jess said, ‘can we make cookies?’

‘Sure baby,’ Addison smiled before she closed the door and disappeared. 

Once she was gone Jess relaxed back on the headboard, listening to her and Marci's movements until they finally disappeared, signalling she was alone. Yet as she sat there, listening to the now deafening silence, she couldn't help but feel guilty for being so ratty, though fortunately that guilt washed away rather quickly as her stomach rumbled loudly begging for the nourishment it had been needing since she'd awoken hours ago. So she peeled herself out from under the covers in search of food. 

She didn't pay much attention as she wandered down the hall towards the kitchen. It was only when she was standing by the kitchen counter, chomping down the trill-like oat shapes Marci called cereal, did she even take in her surroundings. It had been late when they’d gotten in last night, given that her mother had worked a full shift before they’d headed to the airport, which meant they’d only been given a rudimentary tour. She moseyed through the house, cereal bowl in hand, inspecting everything as she went. It was nice and large, in a way that made her own home feel like a shoebox, yet as she wandered past the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked over the vast expanse of the rolling California hills she didn’t feel impressed. If anything she felt the opposite. Like all the ornately picked wallpaper and designer furniture she was sure aimed to impress fell flat. There was no character to it. Marci was one of the most vibrant personalities she’d ever met and yet there was not an inch of her here. It made her sad.

In fact, the thing that was most noticeably ‘Marci’ was the closet in the guest room, which appeared to have been stuffed with everything the woman had ever owned. As she started to pull out the boxes she quickly realised that in true Marci fashion every item had been thrown haphazardly inside, which meant everything was mixed up. It didn’t take her long to find a few boxes of Christmas ornaments here and there, but convinced there must have been more she carried on looking, but eventually she started to get distracted. She was pouring over an old photo album, one she was sure had been sent to Marci from her mother during the downsizing of their house, skimming through the pictures of Marci and her family in houses and yards she didn’t recognise. However, as she got to some of the later pictures she did recognise a familiar face, one she had to take a second glance at just to be sure it wasn't herself she was seeing; her mother. The photos were nice to look at and though they were all from before she was even born, they did remind her of the mother and aunt she'd used to have. As she stared at one of the pictures she felt that guilt returning. To think that just a couple of years after it was taken they'd given up their entire lives to raise her, to give her countless amazing Christmases, only for her to sulk about missing just one made her feel rotten. 

As she got to the last page she sighed and closed the book, leaning over the box to pull out the next one. Except at the bottom of the box were no more photo albums but a stack of magazines. She pulled them out, spilling them onto the floor as she observed them. They were dated, the pages yellowed and frail, but all of them were about the same thing. Elvis Presley. 

Jess opened one, gently turning the pages as she skim-read them. Considering she’d never even heard her aunt mention him or play any of his records she would never have known she was a fan, but given the way ‘Mrs Marci Presley’ was scrawled in the margins of most of the magazines Jess gathered that at some point she must’ve been. She wasn’t surprised of course. Even now he was a big name though definitely not as popular as he once had been and having only seen a handful of his films she herself didn’t see the appeal. He was handsome, sure, but the mania of Marci’s scrawlings had yet to translate into her own youthful heart. About halfway through the second magazine Jess lost interest and moved to dump the stack back inside the box though as she did she noticed another photo album, smaller than the rest and nestled right at the bottom of the box itself as if hidden from view. Curiously she pulled it out, opening its leather cover to inspect what might be in this one. On the first page was a postcard of Elvis and figuring her teenage aunt had elected to make a scrapbook of him Jess rolled her eyes but as she turned the page she was taken by surprise. Because on the next page there was a picture of Elvis as expected except in this one her mother was standing next to him nestled into his side, his arm slung around her shoulders. 

Jess stared at it. At first she figured it must've been a chance encounter, such an avid fan as Marci it was to be expected, but as she flicked through the album finding more and more pictures of them together she realised it wasn’t. Marci wasn’t just a fan. She was a friend. As was her mother, and by the looks of things, she seemed more than just friendly with him.

She was stunned. She’d never really seen her mother like that. Even with the infrequent boyfriends she'd had she’d remained reserved, something Jess assumed was for her sake, so to see her young and quite obviously in love seemed strange. In fact, she couldn’t quite get over how odd it all felt, how looking at the pictures made a weird feeling swirl in her stomach. As she turned the page over the glue that had been diligently holding the picture in place seemed to give up, causing the Polaroid to flutter into her lap. Jess picked it up, finding that strange feeling to still be there, yet it worsened as she noticed the caption scribbled on the bottom.

Addie & Elvis, Christmas Day 1957. 

'57,’ Jess whispered to herself, as if she hadn't already done the mental math in her head the moment she clapped eyes on it. Her mind started to spin. Finding out her mother had dated the most famous man on the planet was one 2thing. Finding out she’d dated him nine months before she was born was another.

'Surely not,’ Jess thought, trying to convince herself of the lunacy of it all. After all, she didn’t know for sure her mother had dated Elvis. All this was just speculation.

‘But still,’ her mindcountered. If she had dated him why hadn’t she said anything? Why wasn’t this just a funny little story her mother told? Why had Marci never even mentioned being a fan? There had to be a reason, right? Something holding them back from being honest with her. As she stared at the photo she started to wonder. In fact, she was so lost in wondering she didn't hear her mother approaching until she was outside the door, barely giving her enough time to cram everything back inside the box before it swung open to reveal her. 

‘Hey sweetie,’ Addison said, leaning on the door handle.

‘Hey,’ Jess replied as casually as she could muster whilst trying to ignore the pounding of her heart inside her chest. 

‘We’re back,’ Addison said, ‘did you find those decorations?’ 

‘Uh yeah,’ Jess said, shifting the boxes of ornaments and tinsel she’d found until it was front and centre, ‘that’s all I got though.’

‘I thought so. Mar said the rest of it is in the attic,’ Addison said, rolling her eyes, ‘we can get it down and start putting it up.’

‘Okay,’ Jess said, ‘I’ll uh, be through in a minute. Just let me tidy this stuff away.’

‘If I know Mar that’ll be the tidiest that cupboard has ever been,’ Addison chuckled, ‘see you in a minute.’

‘Yeah, see ya,’ Jess said.

As Addison headed out of the room Jess waited patiently until she was sure she was far enough away she couldn’t double back. Then she scrambled to open the box again, plucking the photo album from its clutches before stuffing the rest of the contents back inside and obscuring the posters and magazines from view. She looked at it for a moment before tucking it under her arm. She had a million questions flying around her mind but as she heard her mother call her, ready to start their Christmas, she realised they would have to wait.

✵✵✵

‘Jess…Jess…Jessie!’ Marci said, snapping Jess from the daydream she had been in as she pushed past her and turned one of the dials on the stove down so the pot that was bubbling away stopped from spilling out of its confines. 

‘Sorry,’ Jess said meekly.

‘You know your mom only trusted me to do all of this provided I had your supervision,’ Marci giggled.

‘Sorry,’ Jess said again, dropping her gaze to the carrot she’d been in the middle of cutting before Marci had even tried to get her attention about the imminent spillage. 

‘It’s okay,’ Marci said, though as she watched Jess she realized her teasing hadn't landed the way she had intended, and so she said, ‘what’s got you so distracted?’ 

‘Nothing,’ Jess said quickly. 

‘You’re really gonna lie to me on Christmas?’ Marci asked, raising an eyebrow. Jess paused. There was something on her mind. There had been something on her mind since the minute she’d found those old photos, but she hadn't been able to bring herself to actually ask anyone about it. Whether that was because she was scared of what they might say if it was true or how she would feel if it wasn’t, she wasn’t sure.

So, instead of asking what she really wanted to, she navigated around it. After all, her questions about paternity weren’t the only thing bothering her this holiday season.

‘Do you miss it?’ Jess asked.

‘Miss what honey?’ Marci said. She was by the oven, peeping inside at the bird Jess was sure should’ve been a lot more cooked by now, but she looked back as Jess said, ‘Vegas…us.’

‘Of course I do!’ she replied, aghast at the insinuation she wouldn’t.

‘But you didn’t want to come home for Christmas,’ Jess reasoned, folding her arms across her as she rested back against the counter. 

‘Sweetheart,’ Marci sighed, ‘it’s not as easy as wanting to. Tom has work and he has family here, so…I said I'd stay.’

‘But you’d rather be in Vegas with us?’ Jess questioned. 

‘Don’t tell Tom but… yeah,’ Marci said, coming to stand beside her as she said, ‘I mean it’s been that way for the past fourteen years.’ 

‘What did you do before then?’ Jess asked casually, moving to continue to chop the carrots in order to keep her hands busy.

‘I spent it with my family,’ Marci said.

‘In Memphis?’ Jess asked, peeking at her. It wasn’t the direct question she longed to ask, but it was on the outskirts of where she wanted to be. She just hoped her aunt would take her there naturally. Unfortunately, judging from the way her aunt shifted awkwardly away from her in order to busy herself with something else it didn’t seem to be a direction Marci wanted to go in. But Jess couldn’t help herself, and so she pressed, ‘why did you stop?’ 

‘Huh?’ Marci said innocently.

‘Why did you stop going home for Christmas? I mean you’ve been home for visits…’

‘Well, I had you guys,’ Marci said. 

‘But we could’ve gone with you, right? I mean your parents know my mom, right?’ Jess said, her logic and reasoning coming quicker than her aunt seemed to be able to fend off as all she could reply was an airy, ‘well yeah.’

‘So why didn’t you go home? I mean didn’t they miss you?’ Jess said.

‘Oh Jessie, it’s just one of those things,’ Marci shrugged, though as she glanced at Jess and found her watching her expectantly she sighed, ‘if I’d gone home your mom wouldn’t have had anyone around at Christmas. And my parents, well, they have my brother and his wife and kids…they didn’t need me.’ 

‘Why didn’t she just go with you?’ Jess pressed again, though she was sure she knew why. 

Why her mother didn’t speak of her father. Why she refused to go to the city she’d grown up in. Why her aunt was looking at her with concern in her blue eyes as she said, ‘Memphis… Memphis means something different to your mom than it does to me. The idea of going back, well, it hurts her a lot more so… I made my choice.’

For a moment Jess couldn’t speak. Not only because she was trying to snake out any clues from what her aunt had said, but because she was reeling at how she had said it. How her happy-go-lucky aunt had spoken so softly and seriously about her mother. But soon enough the questions started swirling once more, yet before she could ask any of them her aunt cut her off.

‘Let’s stop talking about this. It’s Christmas,’ Marci said shakily, ‘happy stuff only.’

‘But-’

‘Jess leave it,’ Marci said, the seriousness in her tone making any questions she had fall flat. Marci hung on, waiting for Jess to press on, like her mother would, but instead, she paused, nodding gently to signal she’d let it go. However it didn’t stop the uneasiness her questioning had provoked to linger in Marci throughout the day.

✵✵✵

Jess was sitting on the floor, staring at the English homework she had been endeavouring to finish since she landed at her friend Elaine’s house. Elaine herself was scribbling away, working on her own assignment, but Jess couldn’t make her pen move because just down the hall Elaine’s mother was settling down in front of the TV ready to watch something Jess had been longing to watch.

Elvis – Aloha from Hawaii.

Ever since she had found those photos in Marci’s closet she had become obsessed with the man, longing to find out any scrap of information she could about him but given that her mother was always lurking nearby her opportunities to do so were limited. And even when she wasn't around Jess found that she was nervous to start looking just in case she got caught. It wasn't that she didn't want to know more it was more that she wanted to make sure she had enough evidence before her mom found her prying which is why she'd stuffed the photo album she’d taken from her aunts under her mattress and out of her mother's view. So when she’d seen the TV special listed in the TV guide she’d been beside herself with excitement because she knew that Elaine’s mother was a big fan and more than likely would be watching. And so armed with the excuse of catching up on the winter break homework she'd not yet started Jess had headed over to her friend's house. Except once inside she hadn't been able to work up the nerve to ask Elaine if they could go into the living room and watch.

‘Earth to Jess,’ she heard Elaine say, snapping her from the daydream she’d been in only to find her friend staring at her expectantly.

‘What?’ Jess asked.

‘I said have you answered question five,’ Elaine asked.

‘Uh no, not yet,’ Jess said, glancing at her mostly empty page as did Elaine.

‘Jeez, you’ve hardly written anything,’ Elaine said.

‘Yeah, uh, I guess I’m just out of it,’ Jess said.

‘Do you feel okay?’ Elaine asked, concern befalling her freckled face.

‘Actually, I feel a little thirsty,’ Jess said.

‘Oh, do you want a drink?’ Elaine asked.

‘If it’s no trouble,’ Jess replied.

‘Of course not,’ Elaine chuckled, pushing herself up from the floor, ‘c’mon. I might even treat you to some chips too.’

As she headed for the door Jess followed quickly behind, already able to hear the now familiar tones of Elvis Presley wafting down the hall. She tried to ignore it but as Elaine busied herself in the pantry, she couldn’t help but wander away, standing on the fringes of the living room as she peered in at the TV mesmerised.

Her time of knowing about him may have only been short but the feeling she got whenever she saw him made her think that the ideas she had been having might not be so ludicrous. When she saw those big blue eyes, her eyes, or watched him smile, her smile, it didn’t seem so crazy.

‘What are you doing?’ Elaine said as she came up behind her, two glasses and a bag of chips now in hand. Her mother turned too, looking over her shoulder at the girls from her easy chair, seemingly not having noticed Jess standing there until her daughter had appeared, no doubt mesmerised herself.

‘Sorry I heard the TV,’ Jess said.

‘Oh, yeah, my mom loves him,’ Elaine said, rolling her eyes.

‘And who wouldn’t,’ Elaine’s mom quipped.

‘It’s just some special,’ Elaine said, ‘c’mon.’

‘Actually, can we watch it,’ Jess said, ‘I don’t really feel much like studying.’

‘You wanna watch TV with my mom?’ Elaine asked sceptically.

‘I just think I need a brain break,’ Jess lied.

‘Well okay,’ Elaine said, handing her a glass before she took a seat on the couch with Jess following quickly after. She sat down, her eyes transfixed on the screen at every movement as she tried to commit every second of footage to memory.

She only looked up as commercials took over, as did Elaine whose eyes seemed to have glazed over the entire time, though her attention caught as her mother said, ‘Lainey do me a favour and get me a soda?’

Elaine grumbled but didn’t protest, instead choosing to linger by the doorway as she said, ‘you want another drink?’

‘Nah I’m good,’ Jess said meekly.

‘And a sandwich too,’ her mom called as she left the room. She watched her go, sparking up a cigarette, before her attention fell on Jess who shifted awkwardly under the scrutiny. 

'So what do you think?’ Elaine's mom asked.

‘It’s pretty cool,’ Jess said.

‘Well at least one of you thinks so,’ she said taking a drag of her cigarette before chuckling, ‘it’s not really Lainey’s thing I’m surprised she sat down to watch.’

‘It’s better than studying,’ Jess said, falling quiet for a moment though her mind was whirring with questions, ‘so have you always been a fan?’

‘Oh yeah, since his very first record,’ Elaine’s mom mused, ‘he was my favourite singer. Well, he still is.’

‘He sounds pretty good,’ Jess agreed.

‘Still sounds the same. Looks just as good too,’ Elaine’s mom mused, ‘with those gorgeous blue eyes of his-‘

‘Mom!’ Elaine protested as she entered the room, her cheeks aflame at her mother’s gushing. As she placed a soda and a sandwich into the older woman's hand she rolled her eyes electing to ignore her daughter, ‘what? Oh come on Lainey you used to like him too when you were little! Not that I can blame you he’s so handsome. Don’t you think Jess?’

‘Uh, yeah he’s pretty handsome,’ Jess said, suddenly feeling awkward and hoping that Elaine’s mother would lean into something more substantial.

‘Though of course I prefer his hair like it used to be. Damn near cried a river the day he shaved it off for the army,’ she said taking another drag of her cigarette.

‘He was in the army?’ Jess said, her awkwardness pushed away by intrigue as memories flashed in her brain like fireworks like they had been for the last week or so whenever her mother mentioned something that could be a clue to aid her in this mission. Army. She remembered that. She remembered wondering about him, her father, what he looked like, where he was only to be told that he was a charming and handsome man who’d been in the army and had left before he could ever find out about Jess.

‘Oh yeah,’ Elaine’s mom said, ‘damn near broke my heart.’

‘When was that?’ Jess pressed.

‘Oh, about fifteen years or so ago,’ she replied, ‘right when he was getting famous. It really hit his career hard, I mean, he’s been in films but it wasn’t the same. In fact us fans only really started seein' that old magic come back when he started performing in Vegas.’

‘He performs here?’ Jess asked agog.

‘Yeah,’ her mom replied, ‘at the international. Starting a run this week I believe.’

‘Wow,’ Jess said.

‘Yeah, and you can go and see him for the hundredth time, right Mom?’ Elaine said before turning to her friend and saying, ‘can we go back to my room yet?’

The commercials had ended now meaning that he was back on the screen just as hypnotising as before and yet Jess didn’t feel as glued to the screen as she had been before because now she had more hope than she’d ever had. Her father may have been unreachable before, shipped off to the army, but now she knew exactly where to find him.

She just needed a ticket.

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