#would be very nice to see them one last time

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my exact feelings about arcane and yellowjackets

like there are so many deaths in arcane and they all feel meaningful, silco dying has so many narrative consequences, not only on jinx's character development, but also the entire underground movement, Isha's death has such a big emotional impact, I was crying so damn hard while watching, and it also serves as a catalyst for jinx character development, jinx arc being completed by breaking the cycle and sacrificing herself for her sister is a good ending, don't get me wrong I love the mentally ill character being able to heal narrative just as much as I love a tragic ending, it all depends on the tone of the story and the build up to the final moment, there's also a bunch of minor characters dying in the final battle and it just felt so real and tragic, like yes this is war, people will die, and it makes it so real because there are very few super-powered characters that seem to be able to take more damage than any human could survive and there is also no bringing people back from the dead, which makes the stakes insanely high because there are actual consequences, in arcane every death has an emotional AND narrative impact

now in yellowjackets the deaths in the teen timeline are kind of expected because cannibalism is literally part of the premise and it's about surviving the wilds, it would be very unrealistic if nobody died, however that doesn't make them any less emotionally impactful, Laura Lee's death is very symbolic and meaningful as it squashes the last bit of hope of getting rescued, her character being very religious is also a symbolism of innocence and the others continually lost their innocence following her death, Jackie's death literally haunts the narrative and Shauna well into season 3, it also starts them on the cannibalism path, Javi's death was arguably one of the most tragic ones because he was innocent and he didn't have to die, they could have saved him but they didn't which made me truly despise every single one of the teens, Javi's death also impacts Natalie's character development, I don't have a lot to say about Crystal's death other than that it still has narrative impact, Coach Ben's death again very emotionally loaded because it brings up the question, is it more humane to end someone's suffering by killing them if they wish to? which is strongly correlated to personal autonomy and agency over one's life including the right to die at one's chosen time and manner, the scientist's (Edwin) death is pretty much for shock value, but it also has narrative consequences because it complicates rescue as there are now outsiders who are witnesses of their atrocities, Cody's death again shock value with narrative consequences even bigger than Edwin's death because his death means squashing any hopes of rescue yet again, Mari being pit girl is a nice full circle reveal and she's also a martyr because she died to help them all get rescued

now the deaths in the present timeline are even more fascinating to me, I truly believe that all te survivors dying one after the other until there's only one woman left is the best way to conclude the story (my bet is on Misty because she's the most resilient one out of them all and it would be poetic to see her, the girl who always wanted to feel included and liked by others, be the last one standing), i will admit Travis' death was rushed and was mostly to drive along the plot but the other deaths are really impactful (I mean his death was emotionally impactful to Nat and it definitely furthered her character arc), Nat's death is another full circle moment because she finally has the chance to do what she should have done with Javi and save an innocent bystander (Lisa), she felt so guilty for not helping Javi and this way she can make up for that, it also makes sense in that moment because she was starting to heal at Lottie's compound and finally saw clearly, the plane scenes are fucking amazing and it kind of hints that there might be a place where all the souls/spirits of the people that died in the wilderness end up, but that's the beauty of the show, there's so much symbolism and different ways to interpret what is said or portrayed (supernatural vs. logical explanations) that you as the audience have to really examine it and come to your own conclusion, the ambiguity makes it so good and I do hope we never get a clear answer from the writers/creators

Not a popular opinion on tumblr I know but I would argue character death is good for stories, actually, and often a death with long narrative consequences is much better use of a character than having them linger with no more important plot beats to hit.

Character death isn’t writers being mean to viewers or something characters don’t “deserve,” it’s an important part of narrative and plotting to give stories stakes and emotional beats. The work making you have an emotion is in fact the point, not something to avoid.

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Where Light Bends Wrong - Part 12 | Wednesday Addams

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Warnings: violence, injuries, and blood

Summary: You’ve kept your secret buried and your power quiet, until Wednesday Addams came to Nevermore and turned your whole world upside down.

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“Here you go.”

I look up and smile when Iris sets the coffee I ordered down in front of me. “Thanks.”

“Anything else?” she asks.

I shake my head and offer another smile before going back to my book. It’s Friday afternoon and since the Rave’N’s tonight, classes have ended earlier to allow for some time to get everything set up. 

I’m not going to the Rave’N, and I’m not on the student planning committee, so I took the extra free time to walk to Jericho.

I thought the walk through the woods would give me a chance to think about everything that’s happened lately, but I was actually too preoccupied being vigilant to really think about anything.

Every rustle or branch snapping nearby made me falter in my step, but nothing actually happened. 

I know I’m technically invulnerable again, but the fact that I did bleed the last time the monster was there scared me in a way I’ve never been before. Yes, I was scared of what the monster could do, and how it could hurt others, especially Wednesday, but I never had to fear for my own safety before.

The fact that I could also easily be ambushed by whoever stole the book only occurred to me when I was already in the woods, and by then it was too late to turn around.

It’s like I said though, nothing happened, and I made it to Jericho unscathed, but I’m already dreading the walk back. 

I sigh, trying not to think about it and get back to reading my book. I don’t get very far though because not even ten minutes later my ears pick up on Wednesday’s heartbeat nearby.

I look up and see her across the town square with Enid. A handful of other Nevermore students mill around as well, and I realize the school must have organized a shuttle to bring them here after I’d already left.

What they’re doing here, I have no idea, but then I pick up on Enid saying something about a dress.

Ah. The Rave’N.

Enid must have managed to convince Wednesday to go dress shopping with her. What helpful input Wednesday could possibly give Enid though eludes me, but I guess it’s nice to see that they actually get along now.

I told Enid over breakfast this morning that I wouldn't be going to the Rave’N with her, and while she was a bit bummed, she did understand. I didn’t tell her I was going on a stakeout with Wednesday and Eugene, but she also didn’t ask, so I figure no harm has been done. 

I tried to convince her to give Ajax another chance when we saw him glancing our way, but she just brushed me off and asked me not to go to talk to him when I offered. 

It’s obvious they’re still into each other, and they’re just not communicating, but who am I to go against Enid’s wishes. At the end of the day, it’s none of my business.

“I know you said you didn’t want anything else, but this is on the house.” Iris’ voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I turn my head to see her smiling sheepishly, holding a plate with a blueberry muffin on it. 

I laugh softly and take it from her. “Thanks. I appreciate it, but can I ask why you’re doing this?”

She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and shrugs. “Just figured you could use a little pick-me-up. You look tired and Weems told me you left early because you weren't feeling well yesterday.”

Touched by her thoughtfulness, my laughter turns into a soft smile. Iris has always been nice to me and despite Enid teasing me about it on more than one occasion already, there is nothing romantic to it. 

She’s just like that. And anyway, she’s almost twenty while I’m barely seventeen. Yes, for some people that age gap wouldn’t be too dramatic, but I’m not comfortable with it. Not to forget, I’m not attracted to her and I’m pretty sure she has a boyfriend. 

“Thank you.” I say sincerely, letting out a hum of approval when I take a bite of the muffin.

“You’re welcome.” She squeezes my shoulder affectionately before going back to work. The cafe is pretty empty, but she’s alone, so she has to get back to the other customers.  Tyler’s shift ended right as I walked in earlier, thank God, which allowed me to lean back without feeling his judgy eyes on me.

I honestly don’t know what his problem is with me, since we never seemed to have one before…

A certain raven haired girl’s face comes to mind unbidden, and I feel my ears heat up at the image. I don’t try to push it away though because since yesterday, I’ve realized it's of no use anyway.

Ever since what happened at the old meeting house, I keep thinking about her. About how she literally seemed to absorb my power through her pinky, how she asked me if I was okay even though she’s never done that before, and how she actually seemed worried when she saw I was bleeding.

Whether it’s all that, or the way her eyes are more expressive than she lets on when you pay close attention though, I have to irrevocably admit that Wednesday Addams has somehow managed to weasel her way into my thoughts. 

She’s also objectively beautiful despite her cold exterior and strictly monochrome wardrobe, a fact I only realized last night. 

It made my heart beat faster and my stomach flutter. 

I know what it means, of course I do, but I just… I can’t have a crush on her. What am I, ten? 

I’m sure it will go away soon–it has to– because if it doesn’t I will just make everything way more complicated. The stakeout, the investigation in general? Yeah, no. I can’t let that happen.

The fact that the chances of her ever being interested in me are basically zero helps in dulling my feelings, but it doesn't change them.

I’m anxious to see how tonight goes. I’m just glad we won’t be alone since Eugene will be there too. 

God. What have I gotten myself into? 

Wednesday Addams? Really, Y/N?

It could have been literally anyone else. Mina? Noah? Anyone! But no…It had to be her. Knife-throwing, sharp-tongued, unrelenting-in-the-most-infuriating-way-possible Wednesday freaking Addams.

I keep telling myself it’s because of the soulbond the book mentioned because it’s obvious now that I, for whatever twisted reason, am bonded to her, but even if that’s the case, there’s nothing I can do about it.

I really have to talk to Thing…

“There you are!” 

Enid plopping down across from me startles me so much, I actually spill some of my coffee. 

“Shit, Enid!” I quickly grab a napkin and dab up whatever I spilled, thankful nothing got on my book.

“Sorry!” The blonde smiles sheepishly, waiting for some more scolding, but I just shake my head and sigh. 

“Whatcha doin’? Daydreaming? Overthinking your existence?” she quips with a cheeky smile now which makes me glare at her.

“I was trying to read,” I defend, trying but failing to ignore any more thoughts about Wednesday. 

Where is she anyway? Wasn’t she just with Enid?

Enid huffs in amusement and folds her arms on the table. “Didn’t look like it,” she teases. “You know, considering you’d have to actually look at your book instead of staring out of the window?”

“Yeah, I got it.” I scoff, but soften a moment later when I notice the worry underneath her smile. “You okay?”

“Been better,” she admits, “What about you? After yesterday–”

“I’m fine,” I cut her off a little too quickly, making her frown.  “Sorry, I’m just… still processing everything.”

Her eyes flash with sympathy and I have to look away in order not to get too emotional. 

“That’s okay,” she says softly. “As long as you promise to come to me if you ever need to talk.”

I want to say I will, but I know I won’t because she would just worry and fuss over me when there’s really nothing she can do about it, so I just hum in acknowledgement.

Silence settles around us and out of the corner of my eye I see Enid actually stealing a bite of my muffin before gasping.

“Oh my God, I completely forgot to tell you!”

I look at her again, folding my hands over my book on the table. “Tell me what?”

She beams almost menacingly and leans over the table to whisper dramatically. “Guess who’s going to the Rave’N?”

I shrug, having no idea, but then she says, “Wednesday! Can you believe it?” and my stomach drops.

“What?” It comes out breathier than I want, but Enid doesn’t seem to notice.

“I know, crazy right? She’s going with Xavier!” She giggles and steals another bite of my muffin. “Can you imagine the drama that’s going to cause? Wednesday and Xavier? Oh, Bianca is gonna freak!”

I don’t laugh. I can’t laugh. Not with that bitter feeling rising in my throat and threatening me to say something I’m going to regret.

Wednesday is going to the Rave’N. With Xavier. Tonight. When we were going to stake out that cave… Wasn’t it her idea? What the hell happened? What kind of game is she playing?

I suddenly feel silly for having a crush on her. Even just thinking it makes me cringe because while I’m over here thinking about her, skin glowing gold and dripping from the rain, she’s playing with me. Not only with my feelings but also with my time.

“That’s…great,” I grit it out and I know under normal circumstances Enid would have clocked my tone immediately, but she’s too busy rambling about the drama it’s going to create.

“I have to go,” I say after a few moments, standing abruptly and grabbing my book and jacket.

Enid stops mid sentence and looks at me wide-eyed. “Did I do something wrong?”

I shake my head. “No. Not at all I just… I gotta go. See you later?”

Her mouth opens and closes a couple of times with nothing actually coming out before she simply nods.

I send her a tight lipped smile and leave without another word.

I cough when I accidentally inhale a cloud of dust after slamming an old book onto one of the tables in the back of the library.

I’m alone because everyone else is either in Jericho or helping set up for the dance.

What Enid said about Xavier and Wednesday going to the dance together made my chest tighten so much with embarrassment, humiliation, and disgust, that I didn’t wait for the shuttle to take everyone back to school.

I went straight back through the woods, this time however not caring a single bit about the monster or anyone else who might be lurking in the underbrush because if anyone or anything had tried to attack me, I would not have held back.

Now, since I have nothing else to do, I try to distract myself by doing some research for a history project. Working out hasn’t exactly proven helpful in trying to keep my mind off Wednesday, especially when I remember how my stomach flipped when she kept eying me yesterday which is why this will have to do.

I take a seat, and open the book, getting started on noting down important dates and revolutions when someone behind me clears their throat. 

I roll my eyes, expecting Wednesday at first, but her heartbeat is quiet, nowhere near me, so I turn to find Thornhill watching me with a gentle smile.

“Miss Thornhill,” I acknowledge her quietly, a little surprised.

“Y/N,” she says, coming closer and looking at what I’m doing. When she sees I’m doing school work, she frowns and meets my eyes again. “You do know you have the afternoon off, right? Why don’t you do something fun?”

I sigh. I doubt she wants to hear about my pathetic little crush, and I’m not about to tell her about how my life is literally unraveling, so I just shrug and say, “I have to get this done, and the library is empty, so I figured why not do it now.”

Her face softens and she brushes a strand of red hair behind her ear. “Well…I  better let you get back to it then.”

I send her a tight-lipped smile, mildly surprised she’s not trying to convince me not to do it. “Thanks.”

She adjusts her glasses and dips her chin as if to say you’re welcome before retreating quietly.

I work quietly for the better part of the next half hour, enjoying the silence before I once again hear Thornhill coming down the stairs behind me . 

I sigh without looking up, not understanding why she’s so adamant about getting me to do something fun, but then my ears pick up on her heartbeat and I realize it’s not her after all. 

Wednesday.

I stop writing for a moment, listening to her approach, before going on, not in the mood to acknowledge her or talk to her. 

My stomach swoops however, and I hate my body for betraying me like this. 

She comes to a stop next to me, expecting me to look up, but I don't, which makes her clear her throat.

Again, I don’t look up despite the way her cedar wood and fresh linen smell makes my ears burn. It’s honestly so pathetic how I’ve seemingly cooked up this crush on her overnight…

“I talked to Eugene,” she says, sliding into the seat across mine,  seemingly unfazed by my ignoring her. “We’ll meet him in the foyer at eight. Once the dance starts, the teachers will be too busy to notice us.” 

I frown and glance up to find her looking at me with her dark, calculating eyes, waiting for a response. 

What’s she playing at? She’s going to the dance with Xavier. Why the hell is she still talking about the stake out? Unless she wants me to make a fool of myself and show up anyway just so she can turn me down… I don’t know why she’d do that, but then again, she does a lot of things I can’t explain. 

I scoff and return to writing. My hand trembles a little, so I clench my jaw and tighten the grip on my pen. 

“What?” She has the nerve to sound impatient.

I don’t answer and just turn to the next page in the book. My bitterness is slowly but surely turning into anger, and I know if she doesn’t take the hint and keeps pushing, I’ll snap.

“I might not have a good grasp on social conventions sometimes, nor do I bother to care, but I do know it’s considered rude to ignore people,” she says. 

That’s it.

I slam my pen down and glare at her. “What do you want from me, Wednesday?”

Her eyebrows fly up for a split second before she frowns and crosses her arms. “What are you–”

“-Talking about?” I cut her off bitterly. She goes to say something else, but I close the book with more force than necessary and put the lid on my pen. “You’re talking about this stupid stakeout of yours even though you’re going to the Rave’N with Xavier,” I snap. “So, I’m asking you again, what do you want from me? What are you doing? Because just yesterday you were telling me you weren’t going to the dance, and now you suddenly are? With Xavier of all people? You’re the one who thinks he could be the monster, so why the hell are you going to the Rave’N with him? And why are you still acting like the stakeout is still on?”

Wednesday stiffens, and for the first time, I feel a bunch of different emotions bubbling up inside her. Before, I could only kind of tell what she was feeling, but her emotions were always somehow muted and kept under tight wraps, but now it’s like a veil has been lifted and I can see everything clearly. 

She’s surprised, confused, and for a split second, guilty, but then it all gets muted again in an instant when her face hardens and she crosses her arms defensively. “I am not going to the Rave’N with Xavier.”

I scoff again. “Oh, please.” I get to my feet and shove  my notebook into my bag. 

“No.” She gets to her feet as well. “I’m really not going with him. I was, yes, but only because he found me snooping through his shed in search of clues.”

I pause and eye her warily. 

She sighs and uncrosses her arms. “I asked him to the Rave’N so he wouldn’t get suspicious. But then he found out when he caught me snooping again a couple of minutes ago… We’re not going to the Rave’N.”

Against my better judgement, I deflate a little. I don’t say anything though, so Wednesday goes on.

“I said I wasn’t going yesterday because I really wasn’t planning on it.” She steps around the table and looks up at me, her eyes searching mine for something. “The stakeout is still on… and Eugen and I could use your help, so if you’re still up for it I–”

“Okay,” I cut her off quietly. “I’ll be there.” 

She relaxes her shoulders and nods once. “Okay.”

I swallow thickly, struggling to break her gaze for a moment before leaving without another word. I keep clenching and unclenching my hand, not knowing what to think about what just happened.

She’s not going to the dance. She wasn’t lying yesterday. But she would have gone with Xavier had he not found out about her motive for asking him.

Would she have told me about it? Or would she have let me hang out to dry?

I don’t know, but she had the decency to be honest about what happened just now, which eases some of the sinking feeling in my gut. She’s also not going to the dance after all which makes the part of me that is still crushing on her feel a little better. 

I shake my head and tighten my grip on my bag before making my way to my room. It’s almost four now, so I have four more hours to get ready for tonight. I don’t know what we’ll be facing tonight, so it’s best if I rest a little before then. Some sleep will also hopefully help me clear my head and get rid of this heavy feeling in my chest.

The thumping of the bass in the Great Hall is audible throughout the whole school as I make my way to the foyer. It’s dark outside now, and while I got some sleep, I kept thinking about what could happen tonight.

I know that if the monster shows, it will be up to me to keep both Wednesday and Eugene safe, and the thought of it makes me a little nauseous. I can’t afford for  my invulnerability to slip again and even though it hasn’t happened since the old meeting house, it’s still a huge concern for me. 

I have to go with them though in case something happens because if I don’t and something does happen, I’ll blame myself for the rest of my life, and think about all kinds of what ifs…

I follow a bunch of students dressed in white, and chatting about the ball until we make it to the foyer. They continue toward the Great Hall while I stay back and crouch down to re-tie my shoes. It’s eight now, so Eugene and Wednesday should be here any moment now.

I dare to risk a glance in the direction of the great hall for the time being and while I’m glad I’m not going because the music is entirely too loud for my ears and everyone’s emotions are buzzing, I do wish I was normal enough to be able to go too.  

Being an Ægiryn has been nothing but a burden ever since my powers manifested, and for a moment I think if it’s going to be like this for the rest of my life.

Before I can spiral too much though I see Eugene come into the foyer, so I get back to my feet and approach him. 

“Well, you are certainly prepared,” I say with a soft smile, noting his overstuffed backpack and the flashlight in his hand.

“Y/N!” He smiles bashfully and looks down at his flashlight, turning it on and off once. “You know us Hummers. We can never not be prepared.”

I chuckle softly, fighting the urge to ruffle his curly black hair. We’re not exactly close, but I’ve helped him lug around a bunch of bee keeping stuff before. He has this childlike innocence about him that reminds me of Lara and while we don’t interact that much, it’s always nice being around him.

I pull out my phone to check the time again, frowning when I see it’s five past eight now. Wednesday is never late. 

I’m this close to calling Enid to check if Wednesday’s even coming, but then Eugene steps past me and says, “Wednesday, what’s going on?”

I turn around, my frown deepening but then my eyes land on her and my eyes widen. 

She’s standing right there, in a black dress, layers of sheer fabric shifting around her like shadows. Her hair, which is usually in it’s two signature braids has been pinned up into a braided crown, with her bangs and two strands of hair framing her face.  She looks incredible, breathtaking even, and my heart stutters for a second, but then my eyes shift and land on the person next to her. 

Tyler… wearing a white suit and a blue shirt.

“What happened to staking out the cave?” Eugene asks.

Wednesday’s eyes widen for a split second. She looks between Eugene and me, then flicks a glance at Tyler.

Tyler whom she’s here with because of the Rave’N.

My stomach clenches as bitterness rises up my throat, coiling around my neck and rendering me mute. 

I can’t believe it. 

She’s here with Tyler. She’s going to the dance and all that after reassuring me just hours earlier that she wasn’t going. First Xavier and now this…

“Sure. I get it,” Eugene says, voicing my exact thoughts even though he sounds more disappointed than bitter. “Guess Y/N will go check out the woods alone then.”

I scoff and shake my head. “Yeah, no. We’re not doing that.” 

I don’t mean to be brusque with Eugene, but there’s no way in hell I’m going out with him alone. This was supposed to be something the three of us did together. It was Wednesday’s idea for crying out loud, so there’s really no point in going if she’s not going to be there. Also, this is the second time now I’ve been completely blindsided by her and I’ve had enough.

I can’t believe I believed her in the library earlier. I can’t believe I let my stupid infatuation with her get the better of me again. 

She’s using me, just like she uses everyone else.

“Guess I’ll go alone then,” Eugen says which makes me whirl around.

“No.”

“Don’t go alone.”

My eyes meet Wednesday’s, and I can’t help but scowl at her. She swallows and holds my gaze for a moment before looking back at Eugene, adding, “It’s too dangerous. Stand down. We’ll go together tomorrow night, understood?”

Eugene sighs dejectedly but nods. 

Wednesday’s eyes flicker to mine again, waiting for me to agree too, but I don’t. Not this time.

I huff. “Yeah, no. I’m not coming tomorrow.” 

She frowns and goes to say something else, but I just shake my head and turn around without another word.

Eugene calls after me and I hear Tyler’s confused, “Staking out a cave?” but I don’t stop. 

How stupid could I have been…

Tears of frustration and embarrassment sting my eyes, but I’m quick to blink them away, clenching my jaw.

I make it to my room and slam the door shut behind me. The force of it makes the wood creak, and for a second I’m scared it will fall off its hinges, but it doesn’t.

I toe off my shoes and strip off my black sweater before slipping into bed and putting on my headphones.

Instead of playing any music though I just lay in silence, letting the headphones drown out the sounds of the dance. It doesn’t manage to drown out the sounds of a certain heartbeat though, so I squeeze my eyes shut and press the headphones against my ears with a desperate whimper.

I know I’m acting like a child, but I just can’t take it anymore. Not Wednesday, not this whole monster-in-the-woods thing, and not the fact that my entire existence is literally in the balance.

I don’t know when I fell asleep after returning to my room, but I did because one moment I’m drowning out the world and the next I’m waking up with a start, my headphones falling off my head and onto the pillow when I sit up abruptly.

The muffled music from the ball is still audible, but that’s not what woke me up. No, that’s not it. Not at all.

I pant for some reason until I hear it again. A roar. In the woods. And then, panicked breathing and someone crashing through the underbrush.

Eugene.

Shit.

He went out alone.

I told him not to go! Wednesday told him not to go!

I scramble off my bed without thinking and put on my shoes. Then I speed through the school, my chest and veins burning with heat as I tap into my powers  without caring if anyone sees me.

Eugene is in danger.

I burst out of the school and frantically run toward the forest, my legs flying over the uneven ground like never before.

The forest is dark and dense, the moonlight having no chance of illuminating the way through the thick canopy overhead, but I weave through the trees without slowing down. 

There’s another roar and a thud, and I panic, goosebumps rising along my exposed arms as branches whip against my face and neck.

“Eugene!”

There’s a cry of pain, and I push myself more, my heart pounding in my ears until I finally break through the underbrush.

Eugene.

He’s on the ground, the monster over him, swiping at him with its claws. 

The metallic smell of blood immediately hits my nose and Eugene whimpers, trying to shield himself with his arms, but it’s no use.

The monster swipes at him again and I see red, slamming into it without slowing down. 

It roars indignantly as we fly through the air until we crash into a tree. The breath gets knocked out of me, but I scramble to my feet nonetheless, my hands shaking with adrenaline as the monster howls and gets to its feet again. 

Its big googly eyes take me in with fury and within a split second it swipes at me. I duck just in time, but then Eugene lets out a rattled breath and I look over my shoulder without thinking.

That turns out to be a big mistake because a split second later I’m flung back with a force so strong it feels like my entire chest just exploded.

I fly through the air before slamming into the ground, letting out an involuntary sound that’s between a whimper and a wheeze.

Within a second the monster is above me, and even though it easily has two feet in height on me I manage to kick it in the chest before it can swipe again.

It lands with a snarl, skidding on the leaf covered ground and I jump to my feet, panting with shaking hands, ready for another attack. But it just roars again, its eyes glinting with caution, and vanishes into the darkness.

I watch after it, rooted to the spot with my knees shaking until Eugene’s ragged breathing snaps me out of my trance.

I dart over to him, and when I see the deep gashes in his stomach with a trail of blood running down his chin, I panic.

“No, no, no. Eugene!” I fall to my knees and  press my hands against his stomach. Blood seeps through my fingers immediately and I blink rapidly to get rid of the tears brimming my eyes. 

He’s unconscious and I realize his glasses are missing before focusing back on his stomach where the life is slowly but surely seeping out of him.

“No, no, no. Come on,” I plead, my voice breaking when his breathing stutters.

He’s going to die. He left without me. I let him go alone, and now he’s going to die.

I press down harder, my heart beating wildly. And then I see it more than I feel it. The veins in my fingertips light up, casting an eerie gold glow over his face and injuries. The light pulses in time with my heartbeat and travels up my hands and my forearms. 

My first instinct is to pull back, afraid to hurt him even more, but then I see his body still, almost as if it’s relaxing, so I don’t move.

He shudders and I tense when the warm sensation turns burning, but I don’t pull away because slowly but surely his blood stops gushing through the gaps in my fingers. 

He’s healing, I realize with a gasp, so I concentrate more on my powers even though I have no clue what I’m doing.

My vision blurs after a few moments, and I blink to focus again, only to realize that the light in my veins is flickering like a lamp that’s about to die.

“No, come on, come on, come on,” I flex my fingers and clench my jaw in concentration, but my powers fade, leaving us in total darkness again. “Fuck!”

I swallow the burning sensation of tears in the back of my throat and scoop Eugene into my arms without thinking. He’s still unconscious and even though it’s almost pitch black, I can tell he’s unnaturally pale, so I tighten my grip on him and start running back to school.

My hands are sticky with his blood and my lungs are burning from a sudden wave of exhaustion, but I don’t stop running.

I’m not as fast as before, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Not when my knees start buckling, nor when my head pounds as though someone’s repeatedly assaulting it with a sledgehammer.  

“Stay with me, Eugene,” I beg breathlessly, finally reaching the edge of the forest. He doesn’t move and his breathing has turned shallow again, so I push even more, crying out in frustration.

“Help!” I shout, running up the cobblestone street that leads to the front gates of the school. “Please, someone!”

I hear a commotion from inside the school– the music has stopped and there’s screaming–but I don’t see anyone.  

That is until I stumble through the gates and see someone emerge from the shadows, seemingly in a hurry themselves.

“Please!” I shout again. “Get help!”

“Y/N! Eugene!” 

Of course it’s Wednesday…

I fall to my knees but keep my arms under Eugene, making sure he doesn't hit the ground.

“He’s been attacked!” I sob. “The monster–It–”

“I know.” Wednesday drops to her knees in front of me, and when I look up, I’m momentarily horrified to see she’s drenched in what looks like blood. She seems unharmed though as she  frantically reaches for Eugene’s blood soaked stomach. 

I’ve never seen her this beside herself which makes me panic even more. “He needs help, he needs–”

“Oh my God. Y/N! Eugene!” My head snaps up at the sound of another voice and I feel the tiniest bit of relief when I see Thornhill running toward us. She’s drenched in the  same red liquid as Wednesday, her once white blouse stained red, but just like Wednesday, she seems unharmed.

She pulls out her phone immediately after getting down next to the raven haired girl, also pressing a hand to Eugene’s stomach while dialing 911 with her other hand. 

I continue to hold Eugene, panting and wide-eyed until flashing lights and a hand on my shoulder make me look up again.

A young paramedic is standing over me, calm but urgently saying, “You’ve got to let him go.” 

I shake my head and tighten my grip on her, not wanting to let him go even though I know I can’t do anything to save him anymore.

“I can’t.” I gasp, but then Thornhill squeezes my forearm, making me look at her.

“Y/N, let him go,” she says calmly, and something in her voice actually speaks to the rational part in me, so I do as I’m told, slowly setting Eugene down.

The paramedic and his partner who’s been standing back until now move in immediately and start cutting Eugene’s shirt off.

I get up on shaking legs, my entire body trembling as I watch them until a tug on my shirt makes me look at Wednesday who’s also moved out of the way so the paramedics can work.

“Are you hurt?” she asks, her voice tight, eyes scanning my face

“I–What?” My gaze keeps snapping to Eugene, but then Wednesday tugs on my shirt again, her fingers grazing the inside of my forearm.

“Are you injured?” she asks again, this time sounding slightly panic-y. 

I clear my head and shake my head, meeting her eyes again. “N-No.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, making me frown because why wouldn’t I be sure, but then I look down to where she’s tugging on my shirt and my heart stops when I see three clean rips  in the shape of the monster’s claws in it. The fabric is also blood stained, but even before Wednesday dares to grab the bottom of it and lift it to inspect my stomach I know that it’s Eugene’s blood and not mine.

My skin is completely unscathed. There’s not even a scratch and even though my heart is still pounding in my ears, I hear Wednesday exhale shakily. 

“I’m fine,” I whisper, a sudden wave of exhaustion washing over me, but then she actually touches my stomach, making me jump.

She pulls back like she’s been burned, eyes wide, staring at her hand like it betrayed her.

She’s still drenched in what I now realize is paint, and I’m about to ask what the hell happened, but then the paramedics load Eugene onto a stretcher and into the ambulance.

I sidestep her, forcing her to let go of my shirt, but before I get far, Thornhill is there to stop me.

“You can’t go with him,” she says, her voice shaky.

“But–”

“No buts.” She shakes her head. “I’ll go with him.”

I want to protest again, but then she’s already climbing into the back of the ambulance.

I watch, numb,  as the doors shut and the ambulance pulls away…

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[aftersunsz]

LOVEBUG (SIDNEY CROSBY)

summary: the news finally hit Vivien. . . She’s going to be a mom!

what to expect series

an: this was originally an x reader but i changed it to x oc i’m sorry for the sudden change 😭

November 2016

“When was the first day of your last menstrual period?”

Oh.

Vivien didn’t even remember the exact date. But before she could even give a guess, Sidney had spoke.

“August twenty seventh,” She looked Sidney with a confused expression, he was looking down at his phone. He could feel her stare so he looked up and showed her his text messages from her. “You texted me about getting you more pads.”

“Oh yeah . .” Vivien nodded. “So if my last period was in August, that means our baby is going to born . .”

“May twenty fifth!” The nice nurse, Sara, smiled. She had looked up from the pregnancy calculator wheel to see the new parents looking rather uneasy. Vivien freezes. Sidney’s grip on her hand tightens. The nurse’s smile falters just slightly as she reads their expressions.

“Oh—don’t worry! That’s just an estimate!” she adds quickly. “Babies come early all the time. Could be a week before!”

That does not help.

Sara, thinking they’re just overwhelmed by the moment, gives a little laugh. “I'll step out for a few minutes and give you two some time. I’ll be back in a bit to check vitals.”

She closes the door gently behind her. The silence is instant. Vivien turns her head to Sidney.

Vivien turns her head to Sidney. “May twenty-fifth,” she repeats, voice flat.

Sid rubs a hand down his face. “That’s during playoff season.”

“We have shit timing,” Vivien groaned.

Sid lets out a low whistle. “I mean. We’ve always had bad timing. Remember our first vacation together? We had to cancel our trip because your wisdom teeth started hurting.”

“Don’t remind me!” She playfully pushed his head away. “I still feel bad. I mean we were already at the hotel and that’s when my wisdom teeth decided to say ‘hey, let me ruin this for them!’”

“And don’t forget our honeymoon.” Sidney reminded. Vivien sighed. They had yet to officially go on their honeymoon even though their wedding had taken place in July. Vivien’s parents had fallen sick and her being an only child, she was the one to take care of them. Then came Vivien’s job, which was being a writer for an independent magazine. She would often work late and travel for interviews.

“Now,” He gestures vaguely to her belly. “Playoff baby.”

Vivien groaned yet again and covered her eyes with one hand. “How the hell are we gonna do this?”

Sidney leans down and kisses the back of her hand. “We’ll make it work.”

She stares at him like he’s insane. “You’re way too calm about this.”

“I’m not calm,” he says with a quiet laugh. “I’m terrified. But I’m also really, really excited.”

Vivien's mouth twitches. Her panic eases just a little. “May twenty-fifth,” she whispers again. “Holy shit, we’re going to be parents.”

“I hope she’s like you,” he murmured softly.

Vivien blinked. “She? What makes you think the baby’s a she?”

He shrugged, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t know. I just—feel it. I think I was born to be a girl dad.”

She narrowed her eyes, amused. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, leaning back a little and settling his hand gently on her belly. “I wanna learn how to braid hair. Be the dad who gets emotional at school plays. Paint tiny nails. Threaten teenage boys. Let her know how cool her old man is.” Vivien laughed under her breath, and Sid grinned a little wider.

“And I’m gonna call her Lovebug,” he added, almost too casually.

She blinked. “Lovebug?”

He looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well . . . our baby was made because we love each other . . . ” He raised an eyebrow. “Very much.”

Vivien snorted. “Are you giving me the birds and the bees speech right now?”

He laughed. “I mean . . . when a man and a woman love each other very much—”

“Oh my God, stop,” she groaned through her smile.

“—sometimes they end up having a playoff baby,” he continued anyway, grinning. “And apparently, a lot of women think they’ve got a stomach bug when they’re actually pregnant. So. You know. Lovebug. Sounds kinda cute, right?”

Vivien went quiet for a moment, her heart doing this weird somersault that made her eyes sting. She looked at him—at the man who’d been beside her through everything. Who’d once told her they had all the time in the world. Who now looked at her like she was carrying the whole future in her hands.

She squeezed his hand.

“Sounds perfect.”

Sidney smiled, wide and warm, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“You know this means we’re going to have a baby with us on our honeymoon, right?” Sidney mumbled against her forehead.

“Don’t ruin the moment.”

[landminedirector]

Doing this to cope with the voices under the cut :33

Spectrum: I REALLY REALLY HOPE FOR THE FORMER. I usually date with the intention to stay a long time if possible, but circumstances make it so it doesn't always last... So I try not to get too hopeful anymore

Diety: I love masochists with my entire being I'm so serious rn. Anyway, I also like being praised and reassured frequently, so the worshipper typw can be nice ♪ Though I get flustered and nervous easily which is a problem... I like someone who can balance it out with a little mutual teasing, just to keep a bit of the weight off me if I find myself stammering.

Fae: Hrmrmm I like to think of it as privacy within reason? Everyone is bound to have secrets, I think it's normal for any relationship. Someone I adore is entitled to their space! But if a secret becomes a burden, I want to carry the weight with my darling. If I notice it's weighing on him, I'll likely pester him until he confesses ♪

Werewolf: I want to be loved for my unapologetic self, but I also want someone who can help me be better. So... Changes within reason!

Vampire: If they are my soulmate, my perfect person... The absolute ideal... Yeah, I probably could. I have a lot of walls to break down before getting there though.

Kelpie: I think it would depend? I don't like the idea of being kidnapped... I also don't like the idea of kidnapping my darling unless he wants me to... I hate seeing loved ones in pain, especially if it's my fault.

Phoenix: Second chances within reason. If there's an honest and visible effort to change, then forgiveness is easy to give. It's hard to do anything that makes me so angry I'd be unwilling to forgive, I moreso get disappointed and depressed... Which in turn makes me sorta distance, but not necessarily hold a grudge. Grudges are usually held when a loved one is hurt in the crossfire.

Slasher: Likely act on any desires they've expressed specific discomfort with. I'd do everything in my power not to do that though.

Nimph: I'm such a daydreamer, it's almost a curse... But if there's nothing stopping me, I'd likely act first and be direct. It's not often there isn't anything stopping me though... Usually some sort of anxiety, something out of my control, a mutual companion I don't want to hurt, a fear of rejection, the list goes on.

Fairy: Yes, I'd take very good care of him ♪ He can cry and sob all he wants, my arms will be open and warm to comfort my pathetic darling~

Shape-Shifter: Again, it depends. I want to be loved for my authentic self, but I subconsciously mask on a daily basis. Even without realizing it, I might change myself. I want someone who can break down that front.

Dragon: I'm a hilarious mix of both. I am quietly extremely needy and greedy for attention on my own time, but I'm also very aware of the importance of space and companions. I want my darling to have his space if he needs it, while also never being lonely... So personal time is very important (I also love some alone time), as well as a good support system of friends! That will not stop me from desperately wanting attention at times, though... And potentially getting jealous of the friends he's with... But that's for me to worry about!

Golem: Again, I'm a hilarious mix of both... I have fleeting affection for people constantly, but anything substantial is harder to come by.

Basilisk: I hide them, but I crave to be seen and loved despite them... It's my curse. I really enjoy the idea of my darling potentially enjoying those parts, though...

Doppelganger: I need to have enough in common with them in regards to interests, or I will throw a tantrum. My heart could never belong to a normie! Personality-wise, I like someone who isn't exactly a complete opposite to me but contrasts me in all the right ways. For the bonus, I feel like I would find myself giving them praise and love for the very things I hate on myself for... I tend to find beauty in so many people outside of myself, rarely bringing those kind words inward. I doubt I would date the double though.

Gargoyle: Yes, I'm a mega yearner. There has to be something that can satisfy this longing, or that means none of this was worth it. I would die.

Harpy: Sometimes I have bad memory, and I don't read back on conversations that often... But I'm a hopeless romantic. Yes, I will take a scrap paper from our napkin holder on our first date and keep it as a momento. Yes, I will make matching profiles with little motifs that only make sense to us. Yes, I will make a playlist of songs that express the longing I feel then always associate those songs with you. Yes, I will buy you trinkets because you mentioned something once and I associated the trinket with that memory.

God: I want to worship. I want to finally feel free to let blood drip from my lips and feel my eyes glaze over. I want to feel so unapologetically in love that the words come easy and I can't stop them. I want to make my darling feel like the star he is. Only if he promises his heart to me can I hold it between my fingers. Only if he submits himself to my hand can I stroke his hair tenderly. Only if he says often that it's only ever been me, it always will be me. Then he will hear my prayers.

So, I've noticed that most of the asks games are for yans, so I made my own for soft yanders/darlings :D

Spectrum: Do you expect your next relationship to last a lifetime and beyond or are you the type who doesn't plan that far ahead?

Deity: What type of partner would be ideal for you? Dominant? Masochistic? The nervous or the worshiper type?

Fae: In a relationship there are no secrets or lies or do you prefer to have at least a modicum of privacy?

Werewolf: How much of yourself are you willing to give up to your partner? Your identity? Your humanity even?

Vampire: Would you be willing to depend completely on your partner? As if you could not live without them?

Kelpie: Would your partner feel the need to kidnap and isolate you or would you go willingly?

Phoenix: Do you believe in second chances? What would be the worst thing you would be willing to forgive?

Slasher: For your part, what would be the worst thing you could do for your love? Either directly to them or for them

Nimph: are you the dreamer type who admires them from afar or the type who takes things into your own hands? Are you the type to take the first step? If not, what's stopping you?

Fairy: Does the fact that your partner can be a pathetic little thing appeal to you?

Shape-shifter: would you change who you are or how you behave to make them like you? Are there some things you would and some things you wouldn't? Or do you think they should love you for who you are?

Dragon: are you greedy for your loved one's time and attention or just enough to understand that they can do things unrelated to you and still be their priority?

Golem: is your heart made of stone or do you fall in love easily?

Basilisk: do you hide the ugly parts of yourself or do you expect your partner to accept and love them as the best parts?

Doppelganger: how much would you want your partner to be like you and how much is too much? Optional bonus question; would you date an exact double of yourself? Physically or just in the personality aspect, your choice.

Gargoyle: are you the yearning type? Do you believe that there really is something that can satisfy your longing?

Harpy: are you the type that collects and treasures every memory of them? Or the type that constantly does things to remember them? (Whether it's gifts, playlists, pinterest boards, anything is valid).

God: do you want to worship your partner or be worshipped? Maybe both? Or neither?

I hope you enjoy it! I may add more asks soon

[theplaid-wearingmoose]

Poison~Dark!Sylus x Stripper!Reader smut~

Based off this song.

Warnings: OOC Sylus (my Consent King would never), Dark!Sylus, Reader is a stripper that gets treated poorly, Sylus is a mean dom, condescending dialogue, Sylus is very possessive, spanking, dacryphilia, reader is afraid of Sylus but also aroused by him and how he treats her, mentions of breeding

He was here again for the 5th time this week. Your best client. He was also the scariest. Being an erotic dancer in the N109 Zone obviously wasn't the safest job in the world but you knew how to defend yourself. You'd been in plenty of close scrapes but nobody had ever scared you more than the Leader of Onychinus.

Everybody knew him in the N109 Zone. You didn't last long here if you didn't know about Onychinus or the terrifying man who lead them. His very presence made the club patrons forget about the half naked girls dancing in front of them. The girls themselves tried to keep up the fantasy but even they were trembling, never knowing what would happen when Sylus appeared. His two masked henchmen behind him looked around. "I don't see her, boss. Maybe she doesn't work tonight." Sylus cast an unamused glance around the room, smirking at the way the nearby patrons and staff scurried to get out of his way. They should be used to his presence by now. But he prefers it this way, it guarantees that he'll be left alone.

"She's here. Find the owner and tell them I'll be waiting in the usual room for her. Then fire them. I'm buying this place." He demanded, his tone cool but annoyed as he headed to the back of the club. The heavy bass of the club's music pounded in his ears as he disappeared through the curtain separating the main club from the private rooms. The bouncers didn't even make any move to stop him. As if they could even try. He thought to himself. He passed room after room, the noise of boorish men finishing too quickly in their stained pants followed him as he reached the end of the hallway. He always chose this room. It was the furthest from the noise, he liked the quiet. He liked the very subtle thumping of the music as he took his sweet gem on the silk sheets. She better be here soon, he wasn't in the mood for games tonight..

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"He's here again for you, honey. And he just bought the club and fired Valentino." You took a sharp breath and stood, your ruby themed makeup stared back at you, your stomach twisting with nerves. "Thanks, Angel. I'll be right there."

Stepping through the curtain, you made your way to the end of the long hallway. You couldn't tell if it was the music or your heart that pounded in your ears. You'd done this dozens of times already, but he still scared you. Just his power and the reputation he held intimidated you. And yet he came to see you. Only you. No one else would do in his eyes, you were all he wanted. That part scared you more.

You opened the door to the bedroom, dim lighting and the scent of perfume filled your senses. Your eyes settled on the man sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers curled around a glass of whiskey. "Good evening, kitten." He purred, his red eyes moving over your form. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon, sir. You've been here almost every night this week." You spoke, forcing yourself to sound confident. Sylus smirked and shrugged. "Can you blame me, kitten? I rarely get to enjoy company as pleasurable as yours." He tilted his head to the side as if he was suddenly confused. "But why are you standing over there like a virgin on her wedding night? Come here, sweetie. Let me get a good look at you."

You stepped towards him, taking his outstretched hand and letting him pull you in. He spun you around in a slow circle and you could feel his eyes raking over your body. "This outfit is nice. It flatters you very well, kitten." He hummed as you turned back to face him. "Did you get the flowers I sent?" He asked, already knowing you did. "Yes, thank you. They're very beautiful." Sylus smiled and pulled you onto his lap. You gasped as he pressed his face against your skin, inhaling your scent. "You've been staying away from other men, haven't you? No other clients, right?" You nodded, the fear mixing with nerves and excitement. "Y-yes. Nobody else."

His large hand gripped your chin roughly, making you whimper. "You sure, sweetie? You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" You shook your head, tears forming in your eyes. "N-nobody! I swear! Nobody else. J-just you!" You trembled in his lap which only fueled him. He leaned back with a smug expression, still holding your chin tightly. "That's my good girl. Now get on your knees. You kept me waiting tonight, kitten, and you know how much I hate waiting for you." You swallowed thickly. You kneeled in front of him, shaky hands reaching up to undo his pants. You let out a sharp gasp as he slapped your hands away. "Do you think I'm going to give it to you that easily? You're being punished right now, kitten. Use your mouth."

You whimpered and leaned forward to mouth at his pants. You flicked the zipper with your tongue and pulled it down with your teeth. He had enough mercy to take his cock out of his pants for you but he was quick to pull you back in and shove himself into your mouth. You gagged a bit at the sudden intrusion but you quickly adjusted and took him deeper into your throat. Sylus groaned and held your hair in his fist, moving your head up and down just the way he likes. "Your mouth feels so good, sweetie. So warm and soft for me." He moaned, moving your head faster. Your eyes squeezed shut as you breathed heavily through your nose as you tried to focus on pleasing him and not gagging from how deep he was in your throat. "Take it, sweetie. Take it all for me." He growled. You moaned around him, tears falling from your eyes now as you struggled to breathe. Sylus finally pulled you off him, clearly relishing in your coughs and gasps for breath.

He pulled you up from the floor and across his lap. "Now, you're going to be a good girl and stay still. Your punishment isn't over yet." His hand massaged your ass before coming down with a swift smack. You cried out in surprise, the sting shocking you before actually hurting. Sylus gripped your hair and pulled your head back. "What did I just say, kitten? You will stay still and take your punishment like a good girl. Or else we'll just keep going until your ass bleeds, do you understand?" You whimpered and nodded. "Say. It." He demanded. "Yes, sir! I understand! I-I'm sorry!" You apologized. Sylus hummed in approval before bringing his hand down on your ass again. You bit your lip to stifle the cry and you forced your body to stay still and take it.

After ten more strikes, your ass was stinging and sore. Tears were falling freely now and Sylus began rubbing soothing circles on your skin. "Oh my poor precious angel...you're breaking my heart with those tears, sweet girl. I think you've been good enough for me to fuck you now." Standing to his feet, he lifted you into his arms and whirled you around so you were now lying on the bed. His eyes never left you as he yanked off his tie and shirt. He crawled on top of you like a predator claiming their prey. His large hands pinned your wrists to the bed as he pushed your legs open with his body. His mouth attacked yours, kissing you roughly and making your head spin. He tasted of whiskey and orange, combined his feverish kisses like he was afraid you'd disappear if he let you come up for air. He gripped your wrists in one hand while his other tore your panties right off you. You whined against his lips, feeling his large fingers rub your clit in circles. "Do you want it, kitten?" He rasped in your ear. You nodded, your hands clenching into fists in his grasp. "You're already dripping for me. My dirty little girl is soaking wet for me, huh? You better beg me if you want this cock, my little gem."

"P-Please...please fuck me...I've been a good girl, I swear! I promise I'll be so good for you, just take me!" You cried, tears flowing from your eyes as the pleasure became overwhelming. Sylus grinned wickedly and licked your cheek, basking in the salty taste of your tears. "I love it when you cry for me like that, sweetie. You look so cute squirming under me like this. Say my name, angel. I want you to beg for me properly." "S-Sylus! F-fuck me Sylus, please! I'll do whatever you want, sir...please!" You sobbed. Sylus hummed and reached down to slap his heavy cock against your sensitive clit. "That's more like it." He growled.

Never one for being gentle, Sylus pushed himself inside you, bottoming out in one go. His head fell forward onto your shoulder, a low groan filling your ears and sending a tingle down your spine. "You're so perfect, sweetie. Made just for me..." He murmurs, his hips moving sharply against yours. Your gasps and moans echoed in his ears, making him pound into you even harder. "That's a good girl...taking me so well, kitten. You're such a good girl.." Your eyes rolled back as his cock filled you so completely. You could feel him in your stomach. He was so big you felt like he could split you in half with his thrusts. Especially when he threw your legs onto his shoulders, folding you like a piece of paper. You screamed in pleasure as he bullied your poor pussy with his cock. His taunting eyes and tone of voice had you on the edge. "You're gonna cum for me already, kitten? We've barely spent any time together. My needy little baby...you needed cock this badly, hm?" You whimpered and nodded, unable to form any words. But Sylus wasn't letting you get away with that. "What was that, pretty girl? I couldn't hear you."

"Yes!! Yes Sylus I needed you! I needed your cock so badly. It's all I've been thinking about for days! Every time you leave -shit....I-I'm just thinking about how much I can't wait til you come back and fuck me again!" You cried out. Sylus cursed and dug his fingers into your hips. "You're so cute, sweetie. I love it when you get desperate like this. Don't worry, sweet girl, I'm gonna make sure you get what you want."

His words were sweet but his tone was mocking as if he was pitying you. His hips slowed to a stop and he pulled out. You opened your mouth to ask why he stopped but all that came out was a squeal as he landed a slap to your puffy clit. "Turn over for me, kitten. Let me see that ass bounce on my dick." Clenching at his words, you rolled over and lifted your ass into the air without protest. Sylus laughed. "Fuck, you're so obedient. You're really presenting yourself to me like some bitch needing to be bred. Is that what you want, sweetie? You want me to fucking breed you?" Your face burned from both embarrassment and arousal. "W-whatever you want, sir..." You whimpered. Sylus gripped your hips in his hands and shoved his length back inside you. This angle had you seeing stars as he fucked you. The loud slaps of skin echoed throughout the room as his hips slammed against your ass. "You feel so fucking good, kitten. I might just cum inside you this time." He moaned. He smirked when he felt you clench around him. "Ohhh so you do want me to breed you, huh? Make you mine forever? Make it so you never have to work in this shithole again. You'll be my perfect little wife, won't you sweetie?"

Sylus' words combined with his cock pushing deep inside you had you barely hanging on. But you knew you needed to ask for your release or he'd be pissed. "I'm...so close! Can I cum? Please? I-I've been good...please let me cum." You begged. Sylus sighed and dragged his hand up the back of your head, scratching your scalp and gripping your hair in a tight fist. "You beg so sweetly, my angel. And you have been good for me tonight. I suppose I'll be merciful. Cum for me, kitten."

After a few moments of quiet, heavy breathing the only sound on the room, Sylus moved off you and grabbed a towel from the small table in the center of the room. He cleaned himself off but surprised you by climbing back onto the bed and gently wiping between your legs. It was such a moment of tenderness he had never really shown before. Tossing the towel away, he pulled you onto his lap and gently kissed down your face. "I meant what I said before, kitten. You're mine. You were made for me and only me. I'll take care of you if you let me." He kissed you softer than he ever had and moved to place you gently on the bed. He covered you with a blanket and stood to dress himself.

You cried out his name as you spasmed around him, your release washing over you and soaking his cock in your wetness. Your head was reeling and your vision blurred as you fell forward, your arms shaking to support you. Sylus pushed on your back and let you relax against the cool fabric as he continued to use you to chase his own orgasm. Your mouth fell open, drool wetting the sheets as you lay there boneless. Sylus chuckled darkly as he listened to your exhausted panting. You twitched as Sylus' thrusts continued to shoot pleasure through you. Each slam of his hips was like an electric jolt of pleasure. "I'm gonna cum inside you, my little bird. You're gonna be so full of me." He grunted. All you could was whimper and nod weakly against the sheets. You moaned his name as you felt his hot cum spill inside you, mixing with your own. His hips stuttered and slowed to a stop, his large body collapsing on top of yours, crushing you into the mattress.

Tossing his blazer over his shoulder, he dropped money on the edge of the bed. Your eyes widened at the amount, more than he had ever paid you before. "Sylus..."

"I'll be back in 3 days. Think about my offer, kitten. I'm getting tired of waiting for you to realize you belong to me...."

[b3ach-bunn7]

27 DRESSES (4/6)

You try not to lose your mind while planning your sisters wedding to the man you're in love with. All the while, a certain blonde haired reporter can't seem to leave you alone

noquirklau, movie turned fanfic,

NSFW this chapter!

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You’re going to tell Togata everything.

When you’d gotten home from your little registry outing with Keigo, you’d sat distracted in front of your TV, the Friends episodes running in background forgotten as you became lost in your thoughts.

It’s just not right. Ignore your crush on him, ignore all your feelings, it’s just not fair. Togata has no idea who he's marrying, seeing as Tess is lying about almost every single thing about her. Her lifestyle, her interests. He may as well be marrying a stranger. And Togata is a good man. He doesn’t deserve to be lied to like this, even if Tess really does love him. Even if she is your younger sister. It only feels right to tell him the truth.

Luckily for you, the perfect opportunity arises two days later. Tess is out doing last minute shopping with some friends, and so Togata calls and asks you to help him taste test the wedding meals. 

The place is nice. It’s pretty empty for a Thursday afternoon, but you don’t mind the silence. It’s just you and him, sat opposite each other. You’re wearing a flowery summer dress, the material loose and smooth against your skin. You’d also shaved your legs. Not that anyone would see them, but maybe you just did it for yourself. 

You brush a lock of hair behind your ear as Togata beams at you.

“Thank you so much for coming. Especially on such short notice.” He pats your hand and your face heats.

“No problem! I’m a foodie, so it’s probably better I’m here anyway.”

If by foodie, you mean that you know every takeaway down your street by name, then yes. You are a foodie. A very adept one at that.

The meals are brought one by one. It’s fun, actually. Things like this are usually the parts of a wedding that you miss. You’re both seated by the big glass windows, your back heating from the sunlight shining through.

“So… how's everything been going? With the wedding?” You ask, tearing off a piece of bread from the basket in front of you.

“Oh, great. Just great,” Togata says. “I assume you know, though. You’ve been such a good help. Tess is so lucky to have you as a sister.”

His words send a little bolt of guilt in you. But maybe the fact you’re such a good sister is why you have to tell him the truth.

“It’s nothing, really. It’s what I do.”

“You do it well!” He takes a bite of the curry in front of him. 

“You feeling nervous?” You say.

Togata makes a face. “A little. I’m more excited than anything else. Tess is just…”

He sighs happily. “The thing I like about her is that there’s just no bullshit.”

“Right.”

“She’s not afraid to be herself.”

You wince a little. Togata, ever attentive, notices.

“You alright?”

You pause for a moment, brushing the crumbs off your fingers. “There’s something I want to say.”

You sit up a bit in your chair. Togata is starting to look a bit nervous.

“I just…”

He looks at you expectantly. And you just don’t have the heart to tell him, not with those big eyes blinking up at you. And maybe it isn’t your place. Maybe you should just stay out of it.

“I’m just so happy for you. That you’ve found what you’re looking for.” 

He visibly relaxes. “Thank you, Y/N.”

You smile, if a little weakly. You don’t think he notices. He’s too engrossed in the quiche he’s taking big mouthfuls of. He looks up at you suddenly, pointing at you with his fork.

“You’ve been to a lot of weddings, right?”

You nod. “Twenty seven as a bridesmaid.”

“What’s your favourite part?”

You don’t hesitate to answer, because it’s a question you’ve been asked a hundred times, and one you’ve thought about often. That moment, right when the bride makes her big entrance, is always your favourite. But it’s not her that you look. Or her guests or the decorations, or anything else in the hall. No, you always turn back and look at the groom. And that look of his face of pure love, every single time, is unbeatable.

Togata smiles softly at your words. “So, when you get married, I have full permission to look at the groom?”

You laugh. “Please do. Make sure the poor sucker is still standing there.”

Togata makes a face. His hand comes up to cover yours again. It’s a friendly gesture, obviously, but your heart still flutters a little in your chest.

“Don’t say that. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

You brush him off, laughing like a schoolgirl.

“Aw, you-“

Togata’s face squints a little behind you. You turn to see what he’s looking at and find Keigo standing a little way away, eyeing the two of you. His gaze darts down to Togata’s hand over yours, and you snatch it back quickly, embarrassed suddenly.

“Keigo?”  Togata questions.

Keigo’s eyes drift from you to send Togata a smile. 

“Hey.” He points at the empty plates in between you two. “Are you guys... picking the wedding meal?”

You bristle a little at his tone, incredulous and judging. You nod, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Yes.” You say.

“Where’s Tess?”

“She’s getting her hair done, she- I’m just helping out.” You stammer a little under Keigo’s watchful gaze.

LHe’s fixing you with a look, like he’s just figured something out, and you feel a little squirrely. For maybe the first time since you’ve met, he looks annoyed, disappointed, something completely different from the laidback expression he always seems to have on his face. You’re not exactly sure what his problem is. It’s not like you’re doing anything wrong. Just helping your sister out. It’s what any good maid of honour would do.

“We’re leaving soon, anyway,” You say quickly,

“We have some stuff to pick up from Rhinebeck.” 

Togata's eyes widen a bit, and he checks his phone. “Yeah, we’d better get going. I have dinner with Tess and my parents right after.”

You grab your purse, rattling around it for some gum, when Keigo suddenly speaks up.

“Why don’t I just go with you?”

Your head whips toward him. He’s looking at you expectantly.

“What? No, don’t worry, it’s okay.” You smile, a little bite behind it.

“I have my dad’s Volvo, that thing books. You’ll be back in no time.” You reassure Togata, but Keigo steps forward.

It seems this idea is now stuck in his head, because he claps Togata’s shoulder, and beams at him.

“I really don’t mind, man, seriously. I have a couple more questions for Y/N, anyway. For the article.”

Your jaw clenches. This damn article that he’s been writing for what feels like the whole year. 

“That I’d be happy to answer over text. Or email.”

Apparently you seem to have disappeared, because the two men in front of you are suddenly shaking hands. “That’d be incredible, Keigo, thank you.”

Things just don’t seem to ever go your way recently. Of course, it’s not like you think Togata is going to magically fall in love with you and call off the engagement if you pick up linens with him, but you like spending time with him. Outside work, you can get to know him better, as someone other than just your boss.

Instead, you’re stuck with Keigo. The walk to the car is silent. You snatch your keys out of your purse and may or may swerve out the parking space harder than you need to. To Keigo’s credit, he waits until you’re on the highway and forced to stay with him to start his tirade.

“You know, it was just like a lightbulb going off. Seeing you mooning over him-“

You frown. “I wasn’t mooning over him!”

He scoffs, sitting up slightly in the passenger seat of your car. “Uh, yeah, you were.”

The rain crashes against the car, the cold creeping in from the cracks and sinking into your skin. The roads are empty, because only you would be stupid enough not to check the weather forecast before driving as far as you had to. As bright as the day had been it’s turned sour, and the rain outside perfectly fits the sour mood you’re both in. You don’t even know how it could get so bad so quickly, the sun from earlier gone as the skies darken. A crack of thunder sounds overhead but you’re way too pissed off to worry about any of that.

Keigo shakes his head. “I knew you were lying when you told me what you were upset about at the bar. I mean, of course you would be upset. You’re stuck in this sick love triangle with your boss and your sister.”

You try and get a word in but he just barrels on. You haven't ever seen him this passionate, let alone over something that has entirely nothing to do with him.

“You’re literally one white, handwritten invite away from blowing your brains out.”

Your fingers tighten against the wheel. “That is ridiculous, Keigo, I-

“And you won’t tell him,” He laughs, but it's mirthless, more mocking than anything else, “Because you're nice Y/N, sweet Y/N.”

The windscreen wipers shake with the sheer effort its taking to clear the glass from the constant pour of rain. A little nagging voice in the back of your head tells you it would probably make more sense to pull over, since driving in this is definitely dangerous, but you need to get the stupid linen and then get Keigo home so you never have to speak to him again.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” You snap. “It’s my boss, my sister. I am thrilled to be planning their wedding. But you can’t understand that.”

You turn a corner a little too aggressively, relishing in the way Keigo knocks into the door a little.

“Because you’re mean-”

“Wow.”

“And dark and cynical. And that’s your problem, pal, not mine.”

Keigo splutters, “Pal? You’re calling me pal?”

Your face heats, embarrassed. “Just shut up.”

The car is too small. He’s so close, and everytime he shuffles in his chair his arm nearly brushes yours. 

Keigo’s voice suddenly takes on a soft tone. “Hey, I understand your anger. I just ruined an afternoon of pining over someone you'll never, ever have-”

Your face burns and your chest tightens. He’s right. The worst part is he’s right but he’s just so cruel with the way he’s going on about it. He doesn’t understand, someone as unfeeling as him never would.

“Just stop!” You yell, the car surging forward a little as you press on the gas. “Stop!”

A little flash of fear crosses over Keigo’s face. His hand swipes against the window to his side, and he peers out of it. It occurs to you that driving as emotional as you are is not smart. The rain is only getting worse, the roads more slippery.

“Can you slow down? So I can read that sign?” Keigo gestures out his window.

He has a point. Your GPS is glitching, the directions no longer showing. But the fact it’s Keigo asking means you only press on the gas more.

He rolls his eyes as the car speeds past. “Okay. My spidey vision isnt working so good today. Just slow down, Y/N.”

He just won’t stop talking. And you really need him to because you need to think, and you need to focus because you can barely see anything in front of you right now. The car skids as you take another turn, and Keigo grips the armrest.

“Y/N-”

“Would you leave me alone?” You screech.

You’re sitting up now, body leaning as close to the window as you can. Keigo shoots you a look of concern and panic that you don’t see. Speeding up before might not have been the best idea, because the car is starting to move with a mind of its own, despite how hard you press the brakes.

“Crazy, slow down, or we’re gonna hydroplane.”

“We are not.” You say sternly.

You are, though. And quite suddenly, as the words barely leave you mouth before the car is sliding, spinning on its own.

“Oh my god, we’re hydroplaning. Oh my god, we’re going to die!”

Maybe you’re not the best in a moment of crisis, because all you can do is scream as the car spins. It careens off the road and your hands fumble as you try to regain control of the car. Keigo screams besides you and you both brace for impact as the car shoots off the road. 

Luckily for the two of you, America is all long, empty roads, and the one you’re on is only accompanied by long stretches of hills and grass. The car tumbles down a hill, the wheels skidding to a stop as they roll into the muddy ground. 

It’s silent, other than the two of you breathing heavily. Your knuckles are white as they grip the steering wheel, and you fall forward until your head is pressing against the cool leather.

You hear Keigo move behind you and you hold up a hand in his face. “Don’t say anything.”

The car is stuck. And pretty well, at that. The wheels turn uselessly, and you press as hard as you can on the pedals but it won’t move, stuck knee deep in the muddy ground beneath. And as luck would have it, there’s also no service here. Not that anyone would risk their lives coming out to get you. The shower overhead sounds like bullets and you feel the sting of tears behind your eyes at how helpless you fell.

“There was a bar, a few minutes back. We could probably use their phone.” Keigo mumbles.

He’s uncharacteristically quiet. You glance at him and he looks a little guilty, eyes looking out the window and avoiding your own. Good. This was all his fault, anyway.

You don’t say anything, just get out the car. The thin jacket you have on does nothing to protect you from the weather. It only takes a few seconds for the rain to seep into your clothes, coat your hair, the wind making your finger ache from the cold.

The bar in question doesn’t have a phone. Well it does, but you discover after putting in two quarters into the thing that it's broken. The door creaks as you push it open with a little more force than necessary. You hit with warmth almost immediately, and the smell of food and alcohol. There’s music playing quickly overhead, the tops hits and some overzealous radio host interrupting each one.

“Your pay phone is broken.” You say, dumping your purse on the bar. 

“Nice work. You’re like one of those guys on CSI.” The man behind the counter muses, wiping it down with an old rag.

Your jaw clenches. “Do you have a phone we can use?”

Keigo doesn’t try help. Instead he sits down on the bar with a heavy sigh. “Could I get a scotch, no ice, please?”

You fix him with a look. “What are you doing?”

“Getting a drink.”

“Why? We-“

He swivels in his seat so he's facing you. The rain has turned his usually bright hair dark, and it falls in heavy ringlets around his face. His cheeks are a little red from the cold, but his eyes still shine under the dim lights above you two. 

“It’s late. We’re not getting a tow and nobody is stupid enough to come get us. Just have a drink.”

It’s an olive branch. A thinly veiled apology, from the hopeful way he’s looking at you. And in all honesty, you’re tired and wet and you actually could do with a drink.

You linger a little and he groans.

“Come on. There’s nobody for you to help, just sit.”

You scowl at him. “Fine. Only one.”

The bar is busy. You assume you and Keigo aren’t the only two who got caught in the rain. It’s loud and it’s alive and it’s sort of nice after the day you’ve had. Your jacket hangs on the stool you’re sitting on. Your dress dries slowly, and you rake a hand through your hair.

One drink turns into two, into four. The alcohol sits heavily in your relatively empty stomach, and it eases the anger between the both of you. A half assed apology spills from both of you, and as quickly as you’d raged at each other, you find yourself laughing so hard you have to hold your chair to stay upright. You both down your third shot.

“Alright, the- The Keller wedding. February 2006. That column you wrote, it was beautiful. Moved me to tears.” You exclaim.

Keigo’s nose scrunches. “I don’t remember it.”

Your hand slaps the table. “How! How can you not remember it?”

“I don’t remember it.”

Your drink is finished so you help yourself to Keigo’s. It’s stronger than you thought it would be, and he grins as you wince.

You sigh as you recall the article. You remember it like you read it last night. “The brother flew in from Afghanistan. It was the anniversary of the fathers death,” you shake your head. “You can’t fake emotion like that.”

“Oh, yes you can. A good writer can.” 

He’s wearing a white dress shirt. He’s unbuttoned the first few buttons, and the sleeves curl around his arms. He’s got nice arms. He’s sort of muscular, actually. You can’t image what sort of heavy duty a writer does, so you assume he probably goes to the gym a lot. You realise you’ve been silent for too long. When your eyes dart up, Keigo has a smirk on his face that lets you know he’s definitely caught you staring.

“You aren’t that good.”

“Wow.”

You prop your chin on your hand. “There has to be something you like about weddings.”

He ponders for a moment. “Open bar.”

You shove his arm.

“Alright, alright.”  He adjusts himself so that one arm leans on the table and he’s facing you. His knees brush against yours.

“When the bride makes her big grand entrance with the doves and the music, I like to look back at the poor bastard getting married.”

Keigo’s words are negative, as always, but he’s got a soft look on his face as he speaks.

“Cause even though I think he’s an idiot for entering the last legal form of slavery, he just looks really, really happy. And for some reason-“ 

Keigo looks at you and frowns. “The hell are you looking at me like that for?” 

He looks a little embarrassed and you realise you’ve been staring at him with your mouth wide open in shock.

“Are you shitting me right now?” 

“No?”

“That’s my favourite part!” You claim and he laughs.

You shake your head in disbelief. “I can’t believe it. We have something in common.”

“Well, it was statistically bound to happen at some point.”

The music that’s been playing in the background becomes livelier. The bar is filling up quickly, people playing pool, nursing a beer besides you.

The straw you’ve been chewing on is almost flat, and you point it at him accusingly. “You know, I think you’re just a big softie. And this whole cynical thing is just an act.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. An act so you can seem mysterious and wounded and sexy-“

“What was that?”

You mouth snaps shut. He’s leaning a little closer.

“What?” You say, laughing a little.

“Do you think I’m sexy?”

“What?” You repeat. Alcohol makes your lips loose, and you’ve had enough shots to make you say anything.

“Do you think I’m sexy?” He asks and you scoff.

“No.”

Keigo coos. “It’s okay if you do.” His voice takes on that low drawl you know he only uses to get you all flustered.

“No, I- I think you think you’re sexy.” 

His retort is drowned out by the beginning of one of your favourite songs. You gasp, hand grabbing Keigo’s arm and shaking.

“I love this song!”

Your mother loved Elton John, and Bennie and the Jets was always her favourite. The memory of your mother always makes your heart ache, but this familiar beat has only ever been happy for you.

Keigo laughs as you bop your head next to him. “It’s a great song.” 

He hums beside you. “Hey, kids, shake it loose-“

You splutter a laugh. “Those are not the words.”

“Sorry lyric police,” he rolls his eyes, “how does it go?”

You don’t really know yourself. You don’t think anybody in the world can understand Elton John’s singing.

The alcohol has hit you hard enough that you don’t realise the volume of your voice, and instead take to shouting the lyrics as loud as you can. A few people have started to look at you but you couldn’t care any less.

“You’re gonna hear a handsome music, so the walrus sounds,” 

“Walrus sounds?” Keigo questions through laughter, and you just nod, head still bopping to the song.

Keigo joins in, just as wrong with the words as you are. But it’s fun. You don’t know the last time you’d even just gone out for drinks with someone. And Keigo is a good drinking buddy, though he seems just as bad at holding his alcohol as you, because he’s also dancing besides you like you're not in public.

“She’s got electric boobs-“

“Boobs?” He cackles.

“And mohair shoes!”

Keigo grabs the empty glass in front of him and sings into it, “You know I read it in a magazine.”

A few people standing around have started to sing along, and you jump up, pulling Keigo to his feet. You can’t remember the last time you danced, the last time you let loose. Yes, you’re probably going to be sleeping in a car tonight, but the music is getting turned up and everyone around you looks so happy you can’t find it in your to care.

You’re an awful dancer, even more so when you climb onto the bar. The bartender doesn’t say much, and the small crowd that’s gathering seems to think it’s fun . Your shoes nearly give out, and you quickly grab Keigo’s head to steady yourself.

“Woah, careful, honey.” He says, looking up at you. Your only response to that is to scream more lyrics in his face.

You’re sure you look stupid. Your hair is all knotted from the rain and wind and your dress still sticks to some parts of your body, but you’re sure everyone else in the room is just as drunk as you, and just as unbothered. You feel like you're at a concert the way everyone is screaming the lyrics up at you. You sort of like the attention all being on you for once.

When the song starts to come to a close, you gesture to Keigo to help you down. His hands circle your waist and easily lift you down. You make a little noise as he sets you on the floor, laughing breathlessly. His hands don't let go, though. They’re warm even through the material of your dress, and you own hands rest on his forearms.

“You- You’re strong.” You mumble, your smile still pressed against your face.

Keigo doesn’t say anything. He’s just looking at you, your eyes, and then your lips. Not like the fleeting times you’ve caught him doing it before. No, today, he’s shameless, and when he finally looks back up at you it’s like he’s asking for permission.

“I cried like a baby at the Keller wedding.” He confesses suddenly.

You give your reply by curling your hands into his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

His lips are soft and he tastes like the cheap alcohol you two have been drinking all night. He makes a noise and he kisses you hard and with  desperation, like he never wants to forget the feeling of your lips on his own. 

He pulls you in impossibly closer and your arms come up to circle his neck. His lips move quickly and hungrily against yours, tongue tangling against your own. You make a soft noise in the back of your throat and pull back slowly. His brows furrow in confusion. His nose knocks against yours and when you speak you’re lips are still touching his.

“The car.” You breathe out and thank god he understands what you mean, because you’re not sure you could speak anymore if you wanted to.

You fumble in your purse for your keys, the two of you giggling as he holds his jacket above your heads. It’s measly cover, and by the time you’re both crowded into the back seat you’re soaked all over again.

The cars not big but you make do with the space that you have. He pushes you back until you’re leaning against the door. It’s uncomfortable but you need him so badly that it’s immediately forgotten.

There’s no space between the two of you as he slots himself between your open legs, his kisses warm and wet and hot as he travels down the lines of your jaw, the curve of your cheek. His hand squeezes the dips of your hips and you sigh.

“I don’t do this.” You breathe, hands cupping his face as you kiss him. “I never do this.”

Keigo leans back a little, worried. “You wanna stop?”

“No.”

You’d like to blame all this on the alcohol but you’d be lying if you said Keigo wasn’t attractive. You can finally feel the lean muscle that you’re always ogling, the hard lines of his chest as your hands slide down it. He rolls his hips and you whine a little at the feeling of his bulge grinding into your core.

He grins, eyes glinting even in the dark. “You like that?”

“Come on, Keigo. Stop teasing.”

Keigo adjusts himself so he’s practically kneeling on the seat, his legs a tangled mess as he lines himself between your legs. He kisses lower, fingers biting into your skin as he crosses over the valley of your breast, inching backwards. He pulls your dress up and bunches it at your waist. Keigo presses a kiss on the soft skin of your thigh, breath warm as it ghosts over your underwear. Underwear that is soaked, and your face heats as he inches closer and closer. He stops just before he gets where you want him, teeth sucking marks wherever they can catch.

“Can I?” 

“Fuck, yes, yes Keigo, please just-“

In one swift motion, he’s pushing your underwear to the side and sliding his tongue beneath your folds. Your eyelashes flutter and you head knocks against the car door. 

His tongue flicks over your clit and Keigo eats you out like it’s all for him. Your hands grip the back of the passenger seat to brace yourself, your legs quivering as he continues his assault. And he’s loud. Groaning and mumbling praise as he hoists your leg over his shoulder to get better access

You can’t remember the last time you had sex. A boyfriend that hadn’t worked out, a one night stand. All you know is that it’s never felt this good. No man has ever cared about your pleasure this much and embarrassingly enough you’re already about to burst.

You feel a familiar coil in your gut, and you moan. “M’close.”

Keigo doesn’t respond. His cheeks are flushed and your hips rock against his face, eyes screwing shut at the pleasure. All it takes is one more suck, the sharp edges of his teeth rolling over your clit and you’re gone. You grab a handful of his hair, tensing up as he drags you through your orgasm.

He pulls back and his face is glossy with remnants of you. “So perfect, honey.”

His fingers fumble with the buckle of his belt, throwing it to the side somewhere. He doesn’t even bother to take his trousers off, just push them low enough so he can pull himself out, hot and hard, sliding against your stomach. He pulls your underwear off and pushes your dress up once more.

Keigo kisses you again. Your hands are weak where they hold his shirt. “M’ gonna fuck you now. Okay? That okay, baby?”

You nod, and he’s so mean. Sliding himself over your folds, the head of his cock circling over your clit. He’s leaning over you, and your legs are all tangled together, trying not to fall off the car seat.

“Keigo-“

“What is it, honey? Come on, use your words.”

You scowl. “You’re so evil.”

He grins, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. The slow slide as he slips inside of you makes you whine, and you’d feel embarrassed if it wasn’t for the way his body shivers as he presses deeper into you.

“Fuck, you’re so-“ he breathes out.

His hand curls around your thigh and finally he thrusts into you. Despite his overzealous preparation, the stretch burns in a way that makes your toes curl. He presses his forehead against yours, swallowing roughly.

“Feels so good. Can- Can I move?” He mumbles and you nod almost instantly, and that’s all he needs.

He rocks his hips into you, pace fast and deep. He’s long and he reaches so deep into you that you feel like he might split you open. The car fills with the sounds of moans and whimpers, the slap of his hips hitting yours. And Keigo doesn’t stop talking once.

“So good for me, so wet. Squeezing around me so hard.” 

Your fingers dig into his back, and he’s grinning into your skin. “Been waiting for you, Y/N. Waiting so long.”

The vulnerability behind his words doesn’t register because you can feel him twitching inside you, and all you can think about is how you’re already about to come once more. 

You lean your head back and Keigo takes the open invitation to lick a stripe up your neck, biting at the soft skin.

“Gonna cum again.” You cry and he coos.

“You wanna cum all over my cock? Yeah?”

You nod dumbly and it’s over for you when he drags your hips up and hits that soft spot inside you, his thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit. You mumble broken pleas and whimpered versions of his name as you cum, walls convulsing around him.

Keigo looks so pretty as he fucks you through it, eyes glassy and cheeks red, looking at you with an emotion you can’t quite place. His mouth goes slack as you squeeze around him, and he swallows roughly.

“Oh fuck-“ 

Keigo whimpers, eyes screwing shut as he finishes with one last thrust, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. His hand braces him up, and his body trembles in the aftershock of his orgasm.

Having car sex is easy to think about when you’re drunk. The next morning, however, in a booth at the bar you’d been acting a fool at, is not.

You’d woken up with your dress skewed and your underwear hanging off the gearshift. Keigo had left you a message that he’d be at the bar getting a tow, and letting you make yourself presentable in peace.

Your face feels hot as the memory of last night flashes in your head. Your eyes dart around looking for Keigo. He’s sitting in a booth, infeltly studying the frayed menu in his hands. You slide into the seat in front of him, and he fixes you with an easy smile, sliding a cup of coffee in front of you.

He’s seen you naked. And drunk dancing. And you have no idea which is worse.

“Morning, sunshine.”

You smile weakly. The coffee is lukewarm but you need something to curb the massive headache you have. The rain’s all gone, and sun shines in streaks from the window beside you two.

“Tow truck is on it’s way.” 

You nod. Your fingers drum against your cup. “Look, Keigo, I just want to say that I never do that.”

“I know. You said as much yesterday.” He nods solemnly and you smile a little.

“Well. Just wanted you to know.” 

He hands you a menu, and your search for something to curb your hangover is cut off by a man coming over and clapping you on the shoulder. You jolt, and recognise him as someone from last night.

“It’s Bennie and the Jets! Man, you guys were great last night.” He grins.

Your face heats quickly at the memory, as the man sings a terrible rendition of the chorus. You laugh awkwardly, and Keigo does nothing to help, just sits back and watches everything unfold in front of him.

“Oh, thanks.” 

“I mean, wow! This place hasn’t been live that in ages.”

You wave him off, bashful. “Aw, it was the alcohol, probably.”

He just grins, still nodding. “Yeah. I’ll see you later.”

You probably won’t, but the man is so happy to see you that you just wave goodbye. Your face drops in your hands the second he’s gone.

“I sang Elton John last night, didn’t I?” You mumble.

Keigo rubs your arm reassuringly. “Don’t worry. You were only a little pitchy.”

Your mouth drops open. “Me? I recall you singing notes only dogs could hear.”

Keigo scoffs. “Yeah, right. At least I was in key.”

“Okay, liar.”

Your bickering is interrupted by the waitress. She clicks her pen. “So, what- Hey, you’re that girl.”

She’s looking right at you and you sigh a little. Apparently, you’re famous now. 

“Yes, I’m Bennie, he’s the Jets.” You joke.

The woman shakes her head, pointing her notepad at you. “No, you’re that woman from the paper.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. She disappears, to get the paper apparently, and you have absolutely no idea what she’s talking about. You look at Keigo for some help, and he looks guilty. Guilty and panicked. His reaction only serves to confuse you more, then the waitress drops the newspaper in front of you. And you’re looking at yourself wearing Jenna’s bridesmaid dress on the front of the commitments section. The commitments section of a newspaper half of New York reads.

Your stomach drops and you feel your mouth dry as your eyes tear over what’s in front of you.

You read the title out loud. “Always, always, always the bridesmaid, never the bride, by Hawks.”

He winces at the seething look you fix him with. 

“What the hell is this?”

“Y/N-“

His words fall on deaf ears. Because the article is all about you. It’s plastered with pictures of you in all your bridesmaid dresses, the ones you let him take because you thought it was just fun, that he was just fun.

But there’s nothing fun about qthis. This is just insulting. 

“Are some people better suited as bridesmaids and not brides?” Your voice cracks as you read.

“Y/N, let me just-“

But you can’t read anymore, because it feels like your chest is splitting in half. Paragraph after paragraph mocking you and your love of weddings, your sister, everything. Apparently your obsession with weddings is the problem with women everywhere and you’re the number one example of that.

You can’t imagine how many people have read this. Your friends, your coworkers, your family. And worst of all, you just feel stupid. You’d opened up to this man, laughed with him. Hell, you had sex with him in the back of your dads car. Maybe he’d write an article about that next.

You thought you were friends. Maybe something more after last night. But apparently you were just a story.

You throw the newspaper in his face, grabbing your purse and storming out of the bar. He follows you quickly, calling your name uselessly as your feet crunch against the gravel on the floor.

“Y/N, I told my editor not to run it.” He explains.

You’d never seen Keigo look as pissed as he was yesterday, and you’d never seen him look as guilty as he does right now. He reaches forward to grab your hand and you pull it away like you’d been burnt.

You blink back tears and he takes a step closer.

“Nobody reads that section anyway.”

It’s a pitiful excuse that just makes you so angry. And that anger is why you slap him across the face. Which only makes you feel good for about ten seconds, before you just feel like shit all over again.

“Go to hell, Hawks.”

You turn around promptly and leave. You don’t know how the hell you’re getting home, but all you know is you need a long hot shower to wash the feeling and thought of Keigo away forever.

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hello u lovely people 🩷🩷this chapter is a bit longer than the others so enjoy!! I’m really enjoying writing this but I will say the Bennie and the jets part was SOOO HARD TO WRITE?? LIKE WOW. I kinda struggled so I hope u all like it

this fic is reaching its end and I’m so sad 💔 it’s been so fun and this movie is my FAV as I think I’ve said a hundred times.. so I will be sad to see her go!!

tags: @mousedit

[marlynnofmany]

Launching

I had some time to kill at the spaceport. We’d already made our delivery, and a different client was due to bring the next package to us later today, for transport to some other population center. Captain Sunlight was currently in discussions with a third individual, who sounded like they were fine with whatever delivery time we could manage. That was a nice change.

Also nice was the fact that I didn’t have to worry about any of the details. The captain was on top of things, with a couple other crewmates at hand (or in Mur’s case, at tentacle). I was free to wander a bit.

So I did, strolling through the civilized area with all its concrete and murals, and out toward the edge of the area where plants grew. It looked peaceful out there.

Plus I heard excited shouts and laughter on the breeze, and I was very curious.

This seemed to be the forgotten area of town. There was a big pile of machine parts near what passed for a doorway, and I had to climb around some of it. I thought briefly about seeing whether it was legitimately up for grabs — might be worth selling as salvage offworld — but that didn’t seem worth the trouble. It probably belonged to somebody. Plus most of the pieces were huge: cogs and gearshafts that weighed more than me, unwieldy cables, and things I couldn’t identify. One part looked like a broken teeter-totter.

I stepped over a warped panel, trying not to lose my balance as a stack of gears shifted when I leaned on it, then I immediately forgot all of that. I could see the hills outside town.

There was a mock-battle going on.

The mossy green hills were covered in dozens of Heatseekers with a variety of scale colors, split into two factions wearing either brown or silver belt sashes. They used hand weapons that were clearly toys: blaster-shaped things that launched foam balls soaked in some sort of temporary paint. Or maybe it was a perfume. Either way, they were aiming at each other with the kind of childlike abandon I hadn’t seen since my last water balloon fight back on Earth.

I moved past the junk heap and took a spot on the hill, sitting down on the springy moss to watch. The Heatseekers I knew were either too sensible or too shy for this kind of shenanigans. I tried to decide whether it was racist of me to assume the little lizardy folk weren’t into recreational combat as a species-wide generalization, or if my sample size was just too small.

Then a recently “killed” combatant saw me watching, and came over to rest on the moss while her perfume faded. (It was salmon-colored, and smelled like recently cut ivy vines.)

“Hello!” she said with a smile, sounding out of breath. “My side is losing.”

I had to smile back. “I’m sorry to hear that!”

“It’s okay,” she told me. “We’ll switch the teams up soon. Anyone stationed on the high ground has an advantage.” She waved a scaly green hand toward a big hill that did seem central to the battle. The brown-sash team had a stockpile of the foam stinkballs up there, and they were reloading while their enemies charged uphill.

I said, “Looks like fun either way.”

“Oh, it is.”

“I have to say, I haven’t seen this kind of thing often,” I told her. “Everyone’s always so serious about not wanting to get hurt.”

She waved her hand and her tail in the same dismissive motion. “Offworlders are boring.”

“Apparently so!” I watched a pair of sneaky individuals come up the other side of the hill and make a dash for the weapons stockpile. They got foam balls tossed at them by hand, and had to retreat in pinkish-orange defeat. I asked, “Oh, is throwing allowed too?”

“Sure, though the launchers are more effective. Nobody’s going to throw far enough to tag someone from a distance.”

“Well,” I said, remembering our differences in shoulder anatomy. “I could. But that would be cheating.”

“You could?” she asked. “How far?”

“Pretty far,” I said. I rotated my arm in a circle to demonstrate. “My species is all about throwing. We’ve been chucking rocks at dangerous things since the beginning.”

She raised her own arm, which didn’t make the same smooth motion. The bones were different. “Wow, that must be useful. And it would definitely fall under the historical cutoff!”

“Is this a historical thing?” I glanced at the ball-launchers, which looked modern enough to me.

“Yes, nothing from the last three centuries,” she said. “Inspired by, at any rate. These are all recreations, of course.”

“Of course.” I wondered if this planet had been using a different kind of ball for actual battles three centuries ago. Maybe poison berries or something like that.

Then she interrupted my thoughts with, “It’s a pity we can’t all use your arm.”

“What about other launching tools?” I asked, looking around. “If we had the right kind of sticks, you might be able to use one to throw those decently far. Or even a slingshot. Though that probably wouldn’t get any farther than the things you have. Or what about—” I turned to look at the pile of junk. “I wonder.”

“Yes?” she asked, visibly curious. The perfume-paint was already fading.

“Does all this stuff belong to anybody? Would they mind if we moved it around?”

She assured me that it did not, and any exciting offworlder cleverness would be most welcome.

“Great to hear,” I said, getting up. “Because there’s a distinct possibility that we can use it to make a trebuchet.”

She was immediately onboard, with no idea what that word meant. She called over a couple friends who were similarly dead-for-the-moment while I hauled a big broken thing free from the pile. It was the one that reminded me of a seesaw with one side snapped off. Pretty ideal for a trebuchet, especially if we could fasten a heavy gear to the short side. And there were even a couple of those about the right weight: just light enough for the group of us to shove around without anyone losing a toe. Plus plenty of cables.

The other team surely wondered what we were doing, dragging the unwieldy monstrosity out onto the moss. I told everyone that I couldn’t promise it would work very well.

“It doesn’t have the full range of motion that it should, so the aim is probably way off, but it’s worth a try.”

An exceptionally slender male said, “Even if it falls apart immediately, this is already fun. Who has the ammo?”

There were more silver-belted Heatseekers gathering around, some carrying small buckets of the stinkballs. The brown team retreated to their hilltop to regroup. Pretty perfect, really. I aimed the junkyard siege engine as best I could, then supervised the loading of one whole bucket onto the long side. Everybody grabbed the cables we’d tied to it, and pulled until the weight on the short end lifted high into the air.

“Annnd DROP!” I yelled, letting go. The others did too, jumping back as the long end of the trebuchet whipped skyward.

The foam balls soared in a glorious arc toward the startled enemy forces, who dodged with only partial success. Then they laughed and demanded a turn.

“Team switch!” yelled the green one I’d first spoken to. She said, “I think this calls for a new game.”

“What about just seeing who’s best at dodging?” I suggested. “You don’t even need teams for that.”

“Very true!” she agreed, fingering her sash. The other team was hurrying over while everyone chattered excitedly. “This is a genius bit of weaponry,” she told me. “Are you sure it’s more than three centuries old?”

I laughed. “This is thousands of years old. It’s far older than anything explosive, much less lasers and stun guns.”

“What!” she exclaimed. “Your people thought of this first?”

“Humans are all about throwing,” I said with a grin. “Remind me to tell you about slingshots and lacrosse poles. Oh, and bolas. And spear launchers. And boomerangs…”

“Please do. Next week is the big meetup, and they won’t know what hit them.”

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[pushspacetocontinue]

"It sure can be," Bill said, "Although when a cyclist has just finished up or is still going, I find the blood flows a lot faster because it's still pumping through them."

And most telemarketers had to just sit and talk on the phone most of the day, which wasn't as optimal.

"Funnily enough, Lewis told us that too," Simon agreed, "And well, it is certainly true. As they say, you can either run from your mistakes or you can learn from them. More of us should choose the latter. I'm glad you still have your brothers. You all are certainly more than just that too."

"If only Ma or Gramps could have known that," Travis said, before he shrugged, "But hey, family is what you make it too, and they certainly didn't want to make us part of theirs and we're making our own again."

"Y-yeah," Russell agreed, before he then looked over at the tools Erica had pointed out, "Good, good idea. We, we don't know what, what they might do."

"Good shout," Travis said, "We got plenty of other things to wreck in here either way. Nice! You found the car keys. We'll make good use of those."

At least they hadn't been on Five's person when they dumped him into the void.

Russell eyed a set of apparatus that was most likely used to mix poisons or possibly make existing ones more potent. Those certainly had to go. So Russell moved forward and broke up the glass items with all of his might until nothing but shards remained. The crowbar made very quick work of it.

"Heh yeah, it, it does feel pretty good," Russell said, managing a small smile as he looked back at Lucien then.

Travis smacked at one of the tactical masks with the pipe he had found and grinned.

"You can say that again," Travis agreed.

Bill fell into silence as Rook spoke, not wanting to interrupt her while she was lightening the heavy weight she had been clearly carrying for a very long time now.

"I can imagine," Bill said, with a small nod, just to show that he was listening. Well, he could hardly imagine that sort of thinking, "That is frightening to think about."

And of course, seeing someone who did have a similar path and had chosen to do what Five had done was most likely a very harsh reminder of Rook could have turned out under worse circumstances.

"You have people who love and support you, Rook," Bill said, "And you know your principles. No one can take that away from you. Even when you have to do something that's not ideal, you don't take enjoyment from it like he did. I'm proud of you for what you did today. Well, I'm proud of you for a lot of things, but I am also very proud of you for today as well."

That sympathy returned to Bill's grey eyes as he heard that last part.

"Well, even if you end up resenting yourself. None of us resent you, and you can come talk to any of us, spend some time with us, or anything you need to help lighten that burden if you need it," Bill said, "I promise."

He could promise that.

Leofric still watched Frosty, just for any other signs of anything particularly urgent. But it seemed that both he and Veronica had come to same conclusion that he just needed some rest for the time being, and the rest would come later.

And there was also the problem the problem of why Frosty felt like he couldn't return home, and finding some sort of solution to that.

"That sounds like an optimal plan," Leofric said, with a nod of approval, "I'll check on my grimoire in the meantime and make a decision on the best concoctions to use to treat his injuries and the poisoning he endured."

Antonio then gave Veronica a nod.

"Yes, I can do that," Antonio said. With that, he fixed a new glowing green gaze on Frosty, the various shades in his irises swirling like paint but never truly blending, "Frosty, you are tired. You need to rest now. To sleep well. For as long you as need to. Rest and sleep."

It was more forceful than what he did when helping Rook sleep. But it just helped to speed up the process. Antonio then added one last thing as an afterthought more than anything else.

"Sweet dreams."

"Variety is good!" And Erica appreciated that she was being humored. Most people started questioning her logic and that was very much not the point.

"I have noticed that mistakes are sometimes necessary in order to learn." Willow replied, "I almost lost my brothers once and that served as a reminder that family can't simply be cast aside until your earliest convenience, or managed like another company asset."

It used to be easier to do so when it was still just the five of them. But even with the facility and the children to look after, they still tried to make time to be together even for just a meal.

The shadows were dispelled once the crane was gone, leaving Erica free to have a closer look at the scattered belongings in case there was something unsafe to handle. It turned out her hunch was right

"...Oh no." She raised her hands, motioning to keep a safe distance. "Don't touch these tools! There's Ratchet's smell on them."

It was only fair everybody would know. Erica then shoved some notes aside and snatched a car key off the table. Now they could steal Five's car in a funnier way than feeding it to the void.

Willow quietly retrieved a box to store the books they were taking. They were going to the same place as the car, but half of the entertainment for Rook was digging into the pile for anything of interest. Presentation did indeed matter.

Lucien gladly drew his baseball bat and joined Russell. He aimed for a row of vials still waiting to be filled, then took a moment to savor the feeling.

"I know he will buy another one, but this feels great."

He almost felt like he could breath a little better.

Rook made to climb off Bill's back once they reached the roof, moving carefully so her spikes would not ruin his outfit. She took a moment to check their surroundings, before looking back at him.

"It's not much. I just..." She let out a tired sigh, "I've always been worried of losing control and hurting those around me and it's been hard to even look at Five. He's all those things and he likes it. He made it too real."

Rook trailed off as the memories of her time under Five's influence threatened to resurface.

"...But at the same time, it made me feel better." she then added, "Because I know what went wrong with him and know what to watch out for and I... just needed to say it out loud. I might still not be nice to myself in the future, but I feel a bit better for now."

She didn't dare adding that she felt a bit bad for Five as well, not after everything he had done. For now, a promise that she would try not resenting herself for being what she was as much would suffice.

Veronica was glad to see Frosty wasn't trying to fight back as they tended to him. He didn't do as much as flinch when he was sprayed and raise a hand to shield his face. That alone was a struggle in his current state. The best he could hope for was to pass out and not have to endure for as long as he could whatever they were really planning for him.

"Well, a cup of my special tea is in order, but we should wait a few more hours for that. His abilities have been tampered with enough, we would risk causing permanent damage." Veronica replied, "The best we can do right now is tending to his physical injuries."

Toxins aside, Frosty was going to feel very sore from the beating he took before going berserk.

"For now, though, sleep is the best medicine for him. Would you mind tending to that, Antonio? Erika told me that's a specialty of yours."

[toasttt11]

west coast

December 29, 2024

Allison walked down the sidewalk in Anaheim towards a little cafe that was near her hotel.

The team had gotten into Anaheim very very early this morning after flying straight from the game in Carolina last night.

The team had the day off and tomorrow they only had a practice and Allison was spending some time with a friend this morning and would be spending the rest of the day and most of tomorrow with her siblings and Trevor.

Allison walked through the front door and smiled a bit seeing Cutter sitting at a table, “Cut.”

Cutter looked up and smiled at his old teammate, “Hey little Hughes.”

They shared a quick hug before they sat down across from each other.

“He’s still sleeping?” Cutter asked amused knowing Luke said he might come to lunch.

Allison shook her head amused, “Didn’t even budge.”

Cutter grinned amused and wasn’t too worried about it knowing he would have time to see Luke with the Devils being in town for three days.

Allison of course immediately order a coffee and they just started catching up.

Allison and Cutter both understood each other with where they are in their own careers and it was nice for both of them to catch up.

December 31, 2024

Allison walked into the bar next to Jack and Luke and multiple Devils walking in as well.

It was currently New Year’s eve and the Devils had lost to the Ducks a couple of hours ago.

Somehow Trevor and Jack both managed to convince their own teams to all come out to the same place for a New Year’s party.

Allison had a more simply black and gold tank top with a black mini skirt and black and gold heels with gold accessories.

“Baby Hughes!” Trevor beamed from the stool he was resting on and had his knee elevated.

Allison sighed she has spent so much time with Trevor the last few days and was very ready to leave Anaheim, “Hello Z.”

Allison still walked over to him and let Trevor give her a quick side hug.

Allison sat down on a stool next to Luke and Jack sat down next to Trevor.
The Hughes siblings looked over at Trevor after hearing him gasp, “Allie you have an admirer.” Trevor sung out teasingly.

Allison casually glanced over her shoulder seeing a dirty blonde guy looking at her and she just looked away giving her brothers and Trevor a shrug.

Luke blinked surprised he has never seen her turn down a chance to flirt.

“No?” Trevor asked shocked.

Allison shrugged again, “Not interested.” She hasn’t really been interesting in flirting or hooking up with anyone lately, she’s didn’t know why but guessed she was bored.

“Good.” Jack grinned looking protectively making Allison roll her eyes in response.

She spent most of the night with Jack, Luke, Trevor and Cutter and it was one of her better New Year’s Eve.

Allison smiled softly as the countdown finished and fireworks shot off and Luke and Jack both kissed her cheek.

“Happy New Year little siblings.” Jack smiled gently bonking his head to Allison’s.

Luke had his arm wrapped over both of siblings shoulders.

“Happy New Years.” Allison said softly back and actually leaned into both of them.

January 3, 2025

Allison laughed softly seeing Will and Macklin waiting for her outside of the hotel and waiting out of the car.

She got into San Jose mid day yesterday after being in LA but the sharks had a game so she was seeing Will and Macklin today and for the entire day and ending the day with a dinner with them some of the Devils and Toffoli.

She blinked surprised as Macklin rushed over giving her a hug and she smiled a bit hugging him softly back.

“Hi Allie!” Macklin chirped happily once he pulled back.

“Alright scoot over i want to hug my best friend.” Will gently pushed Macklin over and pulled Allison into a tight hug.

Allison squeezed Will just as tightly back. It’s been way to long since she saw any of her best friends. She hasn’t seen Zeev, Cole and Huston since August, Gabe,Ryan and James since October and Will in November.

“We have so much to show you!” Macklin beamed as he looped his arm with Allison’s as the three started walking back to Will’s car.

“Get ready for the Mack tour.” Will teased smiling at the two.

“It will be better than the Will tour.” Allison chirped back with a teasing smile making Macklin perk up with a pleased smile.

Will sighed in response knowing the teasing from the two is only just starting.

Macklin and Will started the tour by getting breakfast and of course coffee for Allison. Allison definitely was amused by Will and Macklin people watching routine but didn’t say anything but did laugh.

Will drove them around the city showing Allison all the cool spots Macklin wanted to show her.

They headed to the bay around mid day and had lunch at the pier and Allison really enjoyed seeing all the seals by the pier.

Will drive them up to the golden gate bridge next and Macklin showed her all of the local spots near the bridge.

Allison laughed so much during the time she got with Will and Macklin, the two are amusing together with their old married couple bickering and it’s always fun to tease Will especially with Macklin’s help.

Once the three spent most of the day going around San Jose and Sam Fransisco Will drove them to the restaurant they are meeting everyone for dinner.

Macklin got out of the car first and Allison made eye contact with Will in the mirror, “Guess we are playing together tomorrow.” Allison sighed out.

She has never played against Will.

Will turned around and grabbed her hand, “I won’t go easy on you.” Will teased softly knowing sometimes the best way to reassure her is by teasing.

Allison’s lips quirked up, “Please like i will?” She teased right back making Will smile and squeeze her hand.

“You guys coming?” Macklin called out.

Will and Allison shared a look and small nod and got out do the car heading over to Macklin.

January 5, 2025

Allison closed the hotel room behind her sighing a little bit.

USA had just won the gold medal in the WJC.

Allison was currently in Seattle and had watched the game with most of the team in one of the large rooms filled of couches in the hotel.

It was definitely bittersweet seeing some of her best friends win gold again as just last year she was there winning with them.

Allison changed getting ready for bed and got into her bed sighing a bit relieved to have her one own room for the time they are in Seattle.

She loves Luke but being on such a long road trip she needs a little bit of time alone and she can’t have that while rooming with her brother.

Allison’s brows furrowed seeing James facetiming her, “Hey gold medalist.” Allison’s words were a bit soft as she smiled.

She raised an eyebrow seeing James’s face and could tell he has been drinking a lot already, it looked like he was alone in hallway.

“Coco!” James said loudly his voice slurring, “So pretty!” James leaned closer to his phone.

Allison blinked at his words.

“You’re so pretty all the time.” James continued looking dazed as he spoke.

“Me?” Allison slowly got out confused why James would be saying this to her.

“Of course silly.” James gasped a bit at her question, “I’ve never seen anyone so pretty before.”

Allison swallowed slightly she has heard compliments before but coming from him it some reason meant more.

“You are so out of my league Coco!” James mumbled out, “Which i could be in your league and be your boyfriend.” He sounded wishful.

Allison full on paused at his words and assumed his words were just drunk rambles, “Alright you are so drunk.” She cleared her throat not believing what he was saying and ignoring the way her stomach clenched nervously at his words.

“Yes but i’m so in love with you.” James quickly rushed out with the widest eyes making Allison literally drop her phone on her chest and slowly pick it back up seeing James’s wide and earnest eyes but knew he was still drunk.

Allison breathing stuttered at his words, she didn’t fully understand why her heart liked those words from him so much. She has never even thought of him more than just a friend before.

“Why don’t you tell me that tomorrow when you aren’t drinking anymore.” Allison offered her hand finding with her blanket nervously.

James quickly nodded with a goofy smile, “I promise!” James beamed at her.

Allison nodded slowly she had a lot to think about it, “I’ll talk to you later Jamesy.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow! Bye Coco!” James waved happily at her as they ended the face time.

“What the hell.” Allison mumbled out with wide eyes. James has never been someone she thought to be anything more but maybe he has thought of her more than a friend.

She had a couple of hours to think over some things before he calls back.

Expect he never did call her back because he didn’t remember their conversation at all the next morning and he would have no idea why Allison starting acting the way she did.

[meltingcrown08]

The new Mizi comic really does shed light on Mizi’s mentality and I feel so bad for her.

As always, the visual storytelling is truly amazing. The most notable visuals imo is probably the way Sua was presented, the way the mystery boy was presented (if he has a name I don’t remember it sorry 🙏) and, of course, NotMizi

Out of the three, I must say that Sua strikes me the most. It’s notable because Sua has never been presented this way in the main series, only the cute set with Till and Ivan has she been shown with those soulless eyes. Obviously, Sua is not there, but rather it is Mizi’s guilty conscience. It is almost like Sua is staring through her (and with the way it’s framed, the audience’s) soul. In a way, Sua has finally “seen” through Mizi and her “act”. Finally scrutinizing her, finally, dare I say, disgusted with her. Sua is Mizi’s goddess, and was her whole world. To have Sua seeing Mizi in such a state, where the person she loves most hates her, it is like Mizi’s mental state has reached a point of no returning, where even her goddess can’t absolve her of her sins.

The guy gives another perspective on how other children at Anakt view Mizi. He was drawn as a very soft character in the previous panels, with light hair and soft curls. Yet, the contrast of when after he slapped Mizi onwards, he is a faceless, blacked-out, sharp character looming over her. Accusing her of manipulating those around her like toys.

I also find it very interesting that despite the lack of a society, there seems to be heteronormativity in the world of alien stage. Though I guess it makes sense, seeing as there are still humans being born naturally like with Io and Till. The Segyeins seem to look at it in a more “corporate” perspective though, in the sense of “Providers” and “Creations” as a [mating] process and a way to produce more humans than anything. It seems the children made a connection between their feelings and their rudimentary knowledge of mating to associate them together. This is especially seen in the way he says males and females cannot be friends (which is bs imo), as the usage of “males” and “females” seem to be very clinical.

Afterwards, Mizi apologises over and over despite being to one who was slapped, and runs to Sua - her safe space. Mizi was convinced she was in the wrong, because the guy “normally seemed very nice”, and so she must’ve did something wrong for him to have that reaction. Sua seemed to realise that Mizi still has pent up feelings with the way she looked slightly shocked when Mizi was trying to justify his actions, and as such goaded Mizi to slap her. Sua seems to have been used to such things considering in her “family”, she’s almost like a punching bag for her sisters. Maybe she has internalized that was an acceptable way she can “help” others. I don’t think it’s a one-off event either, otherwise I feel like Mizi would have had a bigger reaction to having slapped Sua. Perhaps it’s not physical, but sometimes Sua goads Mizi into lashing out on her instead?

Finally, Mizi’s conjured up version of herself. NotMizi is wearing her round 1 dress, which is not only significant in the sense that that was truly the last time Mizi will be “innocent” as Sua’s death has broken her illusion of the world, but also that it was originally Sua’s dress. The way NotMizi smiles, not malicious, but in the kind innocent wat that made Sua and Till and the guy admire her so only to be followed by a cold calculating gaze was brilliant. She has successfully “tricked” them into sacrificing themselves for her with that smile, and so she will be able to turn away and walk off the stage, alive, while they can’t. In a sense, NotMizi walking off the frame can also be interpreted as Mizi losing her hope, once and for all, with Till’s and Hyuna’s deaths.

I can ramble more about how the comic touch on Mizi’s objectification, how damaging it is for a queer person to be raised in a heteronormative environment (confirmed lesbian Mizi, and the way Mizi knew about Till’s admiration for her, and the way despite writing so many songs and made so many pieces of art for her he still can’t express his feelings for Mizi, and the way such rudimentary concepts of love had robbed both Mizi and Till of their loves was insane) but there’s already so many people who can put it into words better than me. Alien stage fans, we are so back. I want to wrap Mizi in a blanket with hot choco and tell her over and over that it’s just her survivor’s guilt and that she truly didn’t know.

[lanagallavichbrazilian]

Do you have any gallavich fic recommendations?

Man, I have SO many recommendations that this post could get long. I apologize in advance, but I'm completely addicted to their Fanfics. I'll try to recommend my favorites:

Iron Bars by @em-harlsnow It's one of my favorites. It gives a glimpse into what the prison era would have been like that we didn't see in the series. I absolutely loved it.

Moments also by Em, it brings some moments from the daily lives of husbands and other situations of Gallavich alone or together with the Gallaghers. I love it. Every time I read it, it warms my heart.

Invited intruders what a surprise, also by Em, it tells the story of Gallavich within a movie (Instant Family) where Mandy and Mickey are adopted by good people, right after the events of 3x06. I love the movie and behind it is a hopeful reading of what the Milkovich brothers' lives and the Gallavich relationship could be like if there were good adults trying to do the right thing around.

Final Frontier by @echotrees which brings a context where Gallavich meets in prison and after a planetary disaster they are launched into space. I've never read anything like it, so I'm excited, the story is still being posted.

Little Serious Tone also by Echo. Man, I'm in love with this. Seriously. Ian getting addicted to adult content made by Mickey and then meeting him in a coffee shop. Man, seriously. That's it. Read it. You'll fall in love with Mickey along with Ian hahah

Claiming Intimacy, look surprise, also by Echo. A story of an assumed Mickey (more or less) who starts to get involved with Ian when he meets him at Mandy's wedding This fic is a delight, because it brings a difficult and passionate Mickey, but also afraid. I loved it. But damn, I always love a dynamic of them getting to know each other in another process that diverges from Canon, but still dealing with Ian's trauma and bipolarity.

Healing by @jessij1997. My first A/B/O and I'm enjoying it. It's still being written, but it features a successful Dr. Ian Alpha trying to protect and heal a traumatized Mickey Omega. For those who enjoy the genre, I think you'll like it.

Old Rules For New Side Pieces by Shamelessquestions. Man, this is perfection. Gallavich as FBI agents, Mickey being both law enforcement and lawbreaker at the same time. Love triangle with Trevor. Gallavich jealousy. This is fucking awesome.Besides the author having divine writing. I'm completely in love. Seriously. Chaos, love and hot sex the way Gallavich deserves.

Wipe You Clean With Dirty Hands by ProstheticLoVe . One of the best I've read. It gave me exactly what I was looking for in the AU context in prison. Ian and Mick meet there and start a relationship, dealing with a stressful day to day and difficult discoveries. They are very cute and there is a jealous Mickey who always gets on my nerves A LOT.

Since we're alone by buffymilkovich and lethargicmick. It was the first Gallavich fic I read. It's a college context, from enemies to lovers where Mickey plays hockey and needs to get his grades back on track with the help of his new mentor Ian. So many feelings for this fic. It deals with abusive family relationships and anxiety with intensity. There are scenes where I wanted to cry, but the Gallavich scenes are a warm feeling in my heart. Ian is a sweetheart, a mix of the cute Ian from the first season and the responsible one from the last season. I absolutely loved them, as well as the original characters who are wonderful.

There Goes The Neighborhood by DodgerBear. The best definition of Grumpy and Sunshine haha Mickey is a grumpy single father in this fic and Ian is the cool new neighbor with a lazy and cute dog. Of course, enemies to lovers lightly, besides Yev (yes, a fic with Yev has my whole heart) where he plays cupid hahah This fic is nice and fun, with a hint of sexy.

Wow, this is a huge list. I just tried to do my best. I picked all the longs that I like the most, but if you want recommendations for fics with just one chapter, let me know because I have some favorites too.

[thatgayunoriginalbastard]

Sharpwolf Vampire AU Fic Idea

When Telemachus was young, a few years old (so after Ody left) there was a vampire attempting to assassinate him, Tele only surviving due to divine intervention (probably Hermes since he wants to keep his great-great-grandson alive while his great-grandson is off at war), but since his neck was bitten he turned into a vampire

Penelope was horrified when she found out what happened but would never kill her son even if he has become a monster and so she keeps him hidden away in the castle and finds ways to procure blood for him, mostly animal blood that she collects when making sacrifices to the gods but occasionally if he's getting particularly hungry she'll let him drink some of hers (she wears long sleeves or cuffs around her arms as he only drinks from her arms so that doesn't accidentally turn her by going for her neck)

Telemachus has grown up isolated, hating himself, and barely getting any socialization because Penelope wants to minimize the amount of people who know him and because when he was a young teen he decided he was probably in control enough to be allowed to roam the palace at night...only for him to come across a new maid being harassed by a guard and he killed the guard right in front of the maid which freaked her out so much she tried to attack him, making him to kill her too out of predatory instinct

When the suitors started showing up his cravings just kept getting stronger due to all of his anger, being able to hear and smell the suitors very well even where he's locked away, also hearing how awful they are from how Penelope talks about them when she visits (he has offered to kill them for her several times and she refuses every time)

One nights he ends up sneaking into the palace just so he can see just how many men there are while he assumes they're all asleep...but it turns out Antinous is very much so still awake and fascinated when he finds out that the rumored prince is real and still alive

When he starts to make some comments about Penelope, Telemachus can't help himself and goes to attack him but Antinous is able to block him from his neck, Telemachus biting into his arm instead and *instantly* Antinous is into it

Telemachus, after pulling himself off of Antinous' arm, is readying himself to kill Antinous only to be shocked when the suitor isn't scared of him at all and is actually...nice to him?

Antinous offers him more of his blood in exchange for conversation and when Telemachus points out that he could just take it Antinous tells him that he won't do that, which is very true

Telemachus accepts the offer and Antinous lets him drink more of his blood then answers a few questions before he hears someone coming and leaves

Antinous, to Telemachus' surprise, doesn't tell anyone about his secret and a while later Tele seeks him out to ask him why, Antinous explaining that Tele's existence is already just a rumor and most think he's dead and for him to try to convince anyone that he's alive and is just hidden away because he's a vampire would be an impossible task, then gives him more blood in exchange for more questions and casual conversation

This goes on for a while until Penelope notices that his cravings for human blood has been going down and puts together that he has been feeding, which makes her very nervous after the last time she knew about him feeding on someone other than her and he has to explain what's going on

Penelope, who has dealt with Antinous during the daytime, is very suspicious but has no reason not to believe Tele and also knows that she can't really stop him in any way that matters without basically chaining him up and hoping he isn't strong enough to escape, so the next day she basically interrogates Antinous and reluctantly agrees to allow the whole arrangement to continue, telling Antinous where Telemachus is hidden so that the two of them don't risk being caught

Things get better for Telemachus as being able to have human blood so consistently has helped him physically and mentally and he gets closer to Antinous who eventually offers to teach him how to fight since Antinous uses their first encounter as an example that just because Telemachus is an unnatural predator, he isn't perfect and should know how to fight just in case he needs to defend himself and while Telemachus is nervous because he doesn't really want to be better at killing people Antinous convinces him by saying that maybe if he knows what he's doing then he'll be able to stop himself from doing anything bad

Telemachus gets better at fighting, he and Antinous get closer and closer, and eventually Tele catches feelings

One day the two of them decide to practice in the castle training grounds so Tele can have more space since nobody else should be up that late but they end up staying up so late that they're still out when morning comes and are found by another suitor who is able to put together who Tele is and, thanks to the sunrise coming, figures out that Tele is a vampire

The suitor is staying out in the sun so Telemachus can't do anything about them so Antinous tries to protect him, talking to the other suitor, but the two end up fighting and Antinous gets hurt in a way that makes Tele think he's fatally injured which makes Telemachus so scared and angry he runs out into the light, bites the suitor, starts drinking his blood despite the fact that his skin is actively burning, realizes that Antinous is still alive, lets the suitor go, and takes Antinous away with him so they can both heal up

Antinous questions his very dumb choice which leads to Telemachus confessing his feelings, expecting Antinous to reject him, only for Antinous to say that he's loved him ever since he first tried to kill him

[insert sex scene with lots of biting here]

The suitor who Telemachus attacked tries to tell the other suitors about what happened with Antinous and Telemachus but they just assume he's either crazy or just pissed off Antinous, lost to him in a fight, and is trying to come up with an excuse, which makes the suitor dedicated to exposing Antinous and Telemachus

Penelope learns about the rumors the suitor is trying to start, goes to Telemachus, finds out that not only did he attack the suitor in literal broad daylight but she also finds out about Antinous and Telemachus kinda sorta getting together (maybe she sees them in a state that's clearly post-sex cuddles or maybe the two of them are just really damn obvious) and has a whole lot of feelings about the situation mostly because of how dangerous it is and she and Tele get into an argument that ends with Penelope forcing Antinous to leave the palace since, as he clearly isn't pursing her anymore, he has no reason to stay

Telemachus is reasonably upset but Antinous figures that it's probably for the best, promising to visit when the whole suitor situation blows over, even though they both know he probably won't be able to

Antinous is, however, able to negotiate staying one more week so he can have any arrangements for his return home made which is able to be a small comfort for Telemachus, at least until Penelope moves Telemachus to her room, locking him in there so she can know where he is at all times

Near the end of the week time limit the big storm happens, Penelope is confident that Odysseus will return soon, and she gives the challenge to the suitors

Antinous actually does his damn best to win the challenge, giving the impression that he does actually want the queen, because he figures that if he can win the challenge he can prove that he is worthy of Telemachus

The whole "Hold Them Down" thing happens led by the suitor who Telemachus attacked, determined to use the strength and anger within all the suitors to manage to get the queen and use her as bait to prove that Telemachus is real and a vampire, only to be shot through the throat by Odysseus

"Odysseus" happens but Antinous is just doing everything he can to look for Telemachus without getting killed, going to Penelope's room to warn her only to discover that she let Telemachus go because Tele was able to hear the plans and already warned her and she let him go to keep him safe which just makes Antinous freak out because he knows that that means Telemachus isn't safe because even if the suitor who hates Tele got shot, with all the bloodshed from Odysseus' return happening then there's no way he won't expose what he is and probably get himself killed

Antinous comes across the weapons room, breaks the door open, and starts looking for something to protect himself and Telemachus, but is found by Odysseus

Things go from bad to worse when, before Odysseus can kill him, the angry suitor pulls out the whole draft version of the song and with the help of the other suitors starts to kick Odysseus' ass despite being shot through the throat, yelling out to Telemachus to come and try to kill him for real if he really loves his father

Homeboy gets instant karma when Telemachus does show up, the suitor and Tele fight, but since Tele has gotten fight training (which the suitor didn't know), he kills him, draining him of all his blood

On the high of murder and seeing all the threats around, he goes on his own little bloodthirsty rampage to protect his father, murdering suitor after suitor all in front of Antinous and Odysseus, who is seeing his son for the first time in 20 years and learning that that son is a vampire (for extra drama points Ody is actually be a monster hunter on the side, a fact made ironic by him becoming a metaphorical monster to get back to his son who became a literal monster just a few years after he left)

After all the suitors are dead but Telemachus is still high on bloodlust, smells the blood from Odysseus' injuries, and goes to attack because he's just in hunting mode having drank more blood that he ever has before and being surrounded by so much death that he doesn't recognize his dear injured father but Antinous gets in the way, losing a decent amount of blood before finally snapping Telemachus out of it

Telemachus stops, Antinous doesn't die thanks to Odysseus' help, Telemachus and Odysseus have their reunion, Odysseus goes off to see Penelope, and Telemachus and Antinous are left alone and surrounded by the carnage

Telemachus feels awful for nearly killing Antinous and apologizes, Antinous calls his bloodthirsty rage hot, they laugh, they kiss, they talk, (maybe they have sex surrounded by corpses because they kinky like that) and the chaos is finally over

Thanks to Ody's monster hunting knowledge he figures out ways to let Telemachus actually live a semi-normal princely life, Antinous sticks around as a lover/blood supply bag, and all is well that ends well

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...so how obvious is it that I'm still not normal about the end of Castlevania Notcturne season 2 and all the shit with Olrox and Mizrak and am coping by projecting onto Sharpwolf?

I don't know if anything will come of this but I might make it a fic? I mean, this post is basically a fic outline so...who knows. Depends how I feel and if literally anyone but me finds the idea interesting. But yeah.

I am incredibly tired and stayed up far too long writing this thing I hope to god this is at all coherent

[0asterous0]

The blues in your crown.

° Hi chat! This is my rant about one of my Heartslice AUs! All of this is copy pasted from a server, and half of it isnt an actual writing but yay! LONG BLOG INCOMING!

When Scott first arrives to Dogwarts castle a week before their marriage, Ren is very awkward around him, and one day asks Scott to talk about somethign in private, something about their future

Ren knows that he needs this marriage, because he cant marry Martyn, lets say that the church that time period is very against marriage with someone with no royal blood, and since Martyn is a commander, it might start a lot of drama and well, he knew that sooner or later he would have to find someone to settle with

then Scott came around

it was actually Xornoth not Scott but eh

Xornoth is the king of Rivendell and has the last say in everythign that comes to Scott, sadly, and well, he wanted Scott out of the castle for many reasons, so Scott was brought up to Ren as a peace offering, he and Ren would marry, and it would settle a bridge between two kingdoms

just before the official marriage, Ren decided to finally talk about their relationship and how it will go from Ren's side, because he already has a lover and Scott seems surprisingly nice about it? like yeah, go for it, I don't care, we will still have to sleep in the same bed for most of the nights, but i don't care, if you have someone, go for them

it surprises Ren a lot, but also pushes their "friendship" forward, because Ren doesnt have to hide his affair and Scott ACTUALLY doesnt seem to think bad about Ren having someone

Martyn is very sus about it, like VERY suspicious of Scotts every step, because what? he understands that Scott was forced into this relationship, so he doesnt love Ren, but someone, especially an ELF, accepting the fact that their future husband has another partner? suspicious

Elves are very.. needy and selfish as described from other species, so having Scott accept his partner cheating?? Scott is supposed to see this as disrespect, as betrayal

so yeah, he tries to keep his eyes on Scott, while he and Ren try to pretend, that they are not dating, because while Scott is aware of Ren's affairs now, he wasnt told who it was with

initially, neither Ren nor Martyn find anything in Scott that might get romantic attraction, Ren was never into royals, and Martyn isn't into people who hold themselves higher than anyone while sitting on their ass and not doing anything, (Ren is a weird king, he's very active in his kingdom, very nice to his subjects. Yes sometimes his kindness even to ENEMY annoys him, but otherwise, he always thought it was Ren's attractive side, the way he wasnt in the clouds, and instead understood peoples struggles and helped)

Scott is.. also weird, but bad kind of way for Martyn

Scott always acts so cold, holds his head up, and always with those royal manners, just walkign around like he owns the place, he learns peoples names who work in the palace, but otherwise never talks with them unless he needs something to be done, and its a very drastic change, considering how Ren treats his subjects

Scott never got rid of his blue yes he now has some clothes that reference dogwarts, but his rivendell blue is still there in his jewelry, stitches in his red cloak, blue gloves that dont match rest of the red outfit, Martyn almost feels pity for him, because it doesnt seem liek Scott is wearign that to symbolize where he came from, but what he left behind and misses very much

Ren actually notices that too, and one day changes Scott's crown that he was given on his wedding, changing the usual dogwarts rubies to rivendell sapphires, the stones in his crown now matching Scotts hair

(Scott felt very weird about it. He promised he wasn't gonna start falling for his husband, but this gesture made him think that maybe Ren cared after all. Not romantic, but the care for his husband was still there)

it all changed six months into this marriage, when Martyn found Scott sneaking around the castle at night, he recognized him even under that dark cloak, that silently passed through the other guards, moving toward the dungeons

he followed him, and quickly found himself in a secret passage (he knew it was there, of course he did, but how did Scott knew about it?) and then found Scott surrounded by four people in a military uniform, rivendellian uniform

he knew that Scott was very suspicious and listening closely to what he was talking about with the unfamiliar guars- wait, did someone mention a word "revolution"?!

he tried to get away from there as quickly and silently as possible, because holy shit, Scott is planning to overthrow Ren! What are they planning? poison the king? assassination at night? he needs to alert the guards as quick as possible

guess what happens

Scott hears him, because of course he does, come on man, there's no escaping Scott, there's no "passing by" he will know you're there and so Martyn finds himself face to a sword, as Tango in the blue uniform snarls at him, forcing him to take a step back into the room where they all were located

-written part down below yay-

"Tango, for the love of Aeor, put your sword down," Scott sighs, rubbing his eyes.

"Your Majesty-" Impulse starts worried, sending a glance between Scott and Martyn, his hand on his own sword, as Skizz and Zed also tense behind him.

"It was bound to happen at some point," Scott points out, staring Martyn in the eyes, who glares back at him, his attention on the room, probably searching for a way to run away. "Just close the door, let him listen."

"What?!" Tango exclaims, trying to keep his eyes on Martyn. "But-"

"He's my husband's Hand, I trust him," Scott states, dropping down on the chair. It seems both wrong and very suitable for Scott, as Martyn thinks, seeing Scott in a chair with only the purpose to hold a traitor for torture. He surely deserves it.

"Trust me? In what? Overthrowing my king?" Martyn snarls, leaning forward, despite the sword pointing right at his throat. He hears a snort from someone else in the room, followed by a sigh from the guard holding the sword.

"If the word gets back to the King, we are dead," Zed hums, his shoulders slumping over.

"Come on, we were already dead for a while now," Skizz snorts, finally letting go of his own weapon and leaning back at the wall.

"We are not overthrowing my husband, Martyn," Scott says with a snicker. This is the first time Martyn has heard Scott express any positive emotion, which immediately makes him wince in surprise.

"Don't fucking lie to me! I heard you talking about revolution!"

"Yes, but not in Dogwards," Scott hums, putting his elbows on the chair and locking his fingers in front of his chest. "I don't have anything against Ren, and I'm not going for his throne."

"Then what-" Martyn feels his shoulders slightly relax, but the sudden smirk on Scott's face, which makes the room go cold, makes him tense.

"My brother, of course. We are planning a revolution in Rivendell."

-end the written part!-

Martyn finally learns the true reason behind Scott being so chill about Ren being with someone else. He never even planned to stay in Dogwarts more than needed!

He learns that Scott knew about the arranged marriage even before it happened, before Xornoth heard about Ren's announcement about searching for another royal to share the throne with

Scott was the reason Xornoth heard about it in the first place, his people found out about it, delivered the news, and with Scott's order, mentioned it around the King, putting the plan in motion

Scott needed to get out of Rivendell as soon as possible, he needed a place far away from home, where he would be able to plan in peace and start working on his future

Xornoth... he started walking down the wrong path a long time ago, a path their parents would never approve, and the life in Rivendell has gone worse since then. their subjects were scared of their new king, Rivendell plunging into poverty and chaos for the first time in centuries

That was the main reason why Xornoth wanted to get rid of him, he knew Scott didn't approve of his ways, of the ways of Exor

so Scott knew about their marriage way before it happened, and didn't care when Ren told him about a lover, because surprise! he already knew

Ooohh, he learned everything he could, and when you're an elf, with a very strong magic, and an access to an anciet library, it's easy to find information you need

he pretended he didnt knew about Martyn, but he knew it very well, he didnt care because love and Dogwarts were never his priorities

he needed his place back in Rivendell, back with his people, people that were suffering

zits worked for Scott as long as he can remember (five years, but it feels longer) and he knew they would follow him, and they did, they slowly gather people in Rivendell, to rally them against Xornoth, while hes in Dogwarts

(needless to say, the fact that he didnt come in here searching for love, doesnt mean that he didnt find it for Ren after six long months)

aaand Martyn does agree to help, so Scott was right about that, but Martyn demands for Scott to tell Ren about this, because now Scott is a king consort (yes king, i dont use prince consort in here) of Dogwarts, so he's threatening war with another kingdom as one of them, which will damage Ren's reputation

I dont think I need to point out that this is the moment when Martyns interest in him sparkles for the first time, the only reason why he was against Scott, was his coldness, and the way he held himself around the palace, but it was actually pain

like he didnt act that way because he didnt care, or because he was actually cold, no, his people are suffering, while he's safe in another kingdom, and it actually pained his soul, and learning this, pushed Martyn forward

what pushed Ren forward, was the war counsils LMAOO

you know how Martyn is the commander of the army, and he asked Scott to talk to Ren about this? Yeah, after hearing him out, Ren approved the unofficial "war counsils" in the special hall, where Scott's generals could gather instead of talking in the cold dungeons, and well, as the King and the Hand, Ren decided that he and Martyn should be there

Ren just listening and looking at Martyn and Scott speak the same language, just sharing a plan after plan, a possible tactic after tactic, and Ren is going insaaane

none of the red army generals was able to keep up with Martyn this easily, but Scott? Oh he held himself in the counsil perfectly, that was what sparkled the feelings for Ren :D Scott's drive to fight and his devotion to his people

Initially Scott thought to start this revolution faceless, it would be "led" by the guards, Scott "would be safe in Dogwarts" aka they wanted to pretend that Scott was far away from the fight, and he didnt do anything but with Ren's support, it went a bit.. well

let's say, after the revolution started, Scott entered the throne room where Xornoth was located with the Dogwarts flag raised high

so yeah, after the revolution ends, and Xornoth fucking dies (im sorry Xornoth, you will be a good guy in another universe), Scott is crowned as Rivendells King, so Ren ends up being his King Consort of Rivendell, while Scott is his King Consort of Dogwarts

Rivendell and Dogwarts are very close to each other (their castles like.. only a day travel on the carriage) so they often just.. move around

they spend a week in Rivendell, and then another in Dogwarts and Martyn follows them around

so yeah, the love and kisses happen in the end, but Scott was NOT planning it

he thought they were gonna be just like that, living in different kingdoms and all, but woah, look at them now, they are traveling together!

[svt-ara]

𝓚 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 '95 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦����𝘴

꒰୨ 𝓜asterlist ୧꒱

⁺ ⑅ ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𝓢.𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘴 ꕀ

# 𝗗𝗬𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗖 જ⁀➴ protective big bro & sassy lil sis

# 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 જ⁀➴ cheolA / seara

# 𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬 જ⁀➴ 90%

꒰ 𑄽୧ ꒱ 𓈒 since ara is the only female in the group, from day one seungcheol felt like she was his little sister— someone he needed to protect, even if they are only a year apart. back in the traniee days, even though the choice to add a girl to the group last minute seemed strange to him, he couldn't bring himself to not want her. he could see how troubled she was— she didn't want to mess up all the dynamics had already been built, but at the same time, she didn't want to turn down an opportunity like this. even if she already was an extroverd, she didn't want to overstep and seungcheol could tell. that's why he adopted her immediatly and scolded the member who— lowkey, weren't nice to her.

as someone said— somethings never change, and that was their case. if not, their bond only became stronger as the years passed and suddently ara wasn't just the girl who randomly joined. the girl always looks out for the leader who is completely down for her— sometimes the members even call him out mentioning the fact she is the favorite child and he didn't even try to hide it.

one time, they were on a variety show, and when the mc asked who was the member the leader would never scold, half of them answered without even thinking— mentioning how shamelessly obvious he was about it. another time, during a fansing, a fan asked him who he would trust the most if he had to step down, his eyes immediately spotted the long haired girl among all the members saying how she already kept all of them in line when he wasn't around.

on the other hand, ara is way sassier than seungcheol. ofcurse she will always admires his hard work as a leader and how well he took care of her when she was just a small fish in a big pond, but teasing is part of her and hes no exception. shes always teasing him about how he is "down for her", and no matter how much she jokes around, it doesn't change the way he treats her.

# 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 જ⁀➴

aras leaning on his shoulder backstage when she is tired

when the tension is tick between members maybe because something happened, ara cracks a joke and he is always the frist one to smile

sometimes ara calls him "big bro" and he gives her a playful scold or a playful pout

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# 𝗗𝗬𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗖 જ⁀➴ partner in crime, mbti compatible duo

# 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 જ⁀➴ arahannie

# 𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬 જ⁀➴ 94%

꒰ 𑄽୧ ꒱ 𓈒 knowing jeonghan, he teased ara since day one. ara still doesn't know to this days if he was just messing around with her or if he genuinely didn't like the way she suddently showed up and sneaked into something. he was— and wanted to be, lowkey mean but he always got away with it thanks to his angel-look-like face. basically, he didn't liked her at all but he didn't ignored her. he used to call her some weird and funny nicknames or mimicked her accent— and yet he was always there, oddly enough he never treated her badly

with the time, ara realized that was his weird way of welcoming her. he included her in the chaos, dragging her into pranks and let fall the blame mostly on her, prentending to blame her when things went wrong, he made sarcastic comments under his breath so only her could hear and shared snacks with her when he thought none was looking. he was annoying— very, but present.

he didn't obviously affection, he did playful bickering, dramatic sighs and "ugh, why are you sitting next to me again?" but his voice slightly cracked because of his smile betrayed him every time. and ara played along, teasing hin right back and somewhere in between fake argoument and secret shared snacks, they clicked. jeonghan practically raised her to be a mini him. he taught her how to lie with a straight face, how to play everyone during games and how to stretch the trurth to avoid problems.

post-debut things only got worse— jeonghan loved causing chaos and then blaming it on ara when things went too far and he didn't know how to defend himself. during one of their going seventeen, he looked at the members and blamed everything on her "don't look at me, ara did. shes evil". or when during a weverse live someone asked who he respected the most among the members and he casually said her name just because "she lies well".

# 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 જ⁀➴

jeonghan randomly patting her head with a proud smirk

joking about how among 13 other mbti type, they only get along well with each other

sarcastly arguing on weverse and one time they even pranked everyone by pretending to argue mid-live

him making a nickname for her by taking the frist letter of her surname and of her name, taking the "y" and the "a" so it sounds like jagiya

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# 𝗗𝗬𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗖 જ⁀➴ californian buddies

# 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 જ⁀➴ joara

# 𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬 જ⁀➴ 73%

꒰ 𑄽୧ ꒱ 𓈒 from the very frist days as trainees, joshua and ara naturally found each other. they were both coming from california, they didn't just share the birthplace and the language, also the culture. joshua, thinking back to those times, says she really helped with the languange struggle— english was their secret comfort. ara still remembers the frist time joshua noticed she was overwhelmed after a long day in the loud green room— he offered a granola bar and reassured her shed get trough it. well, it wasn't that helpful in that moment, but it still meant a lot to her. plus, with that cute smile and his crescent moon eyes maybe something was really fixed.

their bond wasn't usually lound and dramatic, it was steady and calm. they became each other safe place when the pressure got too much, sitting togheter during breaks, sharing playlist with a lots of english songs recommends or just sitting in silence trying to recover from the loud chatter.

even if after their debut the schedules were even more demanding, joshua and ara still found the time to connect in their quiet way. it didn't matter whether it was— if sharing late night text messages or small moments backstage when the noises died down. but hers— or their— tease never missed like the time when joshua caught ara sneaking snacks from the dance pratice fridge and jokingky called her the "official food thief" of the group. ara laughed it off and dared him to tell anyone— which, of curse, he did in insomnia-zero

# 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 જ⁀➴

sharing airpods and playing their shared playlist

giving her the nickname of raye because it sounds like "ray" in english

still helping him with korean, but it just ends up with both of them being confused

[janeyseymour]

Drinks and Jealousy

Summary: It takes one flirty woman at the bar for Melissa to finally make a move on you.

WC: ~3.9k

When you start at Abbott Elementary, you try to keep to yourself and stay as professional as possible. When you start at Abbott Elementary, you don’t expect to become a part of that little core team that the principal adores. When you start at Abbott Elementary, the very last thing that you expect to do is fall for the redheaded second grade teacher that everyone warns you about.

As your time at Abbott Elementary continues though, you find that you end up doing everything you said you wouldn’t.

Since the beginning of the school year, you’ve shown to work each and everyday with a travel mug filled to the brim with coffee and a smile. Adorned in respectable teaching clothes and hair done nicely, makeup on, you choose to keep to yourself. Sure, you sit in on staff meetings and offer your opinions when asked, but that’s about it. Other than that, you eat in your classroom for lunch, you stick to your lesson plans, and you never pry about your coworkers’ outside lives. It’s not your business what they’re up to, and it certainly isn’t their business what you decide to do in your free time. You hear the talks of the school, but you don’t participate in any conversation or gossip. Why would you? You have a job to do, and it is certainly not to wrap yourself up in workplace drama.

But then one day you decide to bring something that needs to be heated up in the microwave, and you have to venture out of your little safe space and into the staffroom. As you walk through the halls, you make a mental note to bring that extra microwave that you have at your apartment to school.

“Y/N!” you hear one of your more cheery coworker’s voices. “You decide to come down for lunch today?”

You shrug and offer a friendly wave. “Just have to use the microwave.”

You see the way that she shrinks down just slightly before perking back up. “You should join us for lunch!”

“I really should be getting back to my room to do some work,” you try to decline politely.

“It’s lunch time, kid,” you hear a lower, more gruff, voice tell you. “Don’t burn yourself out.”

“I won’t, I just have to-”

“There will always be some sort of excuse. Don’t do that to yourself,” Melissa tells you again. “You’ll burn out, and we can’t afford to have any more half-decent teachers leave because they try to do too much at first and find they can’t keep up with it all.”

As the microwave goes off and you pull your meal out, you turn to the redhead. When you expect her to be snarky and look as though she couldn’t give half a shit though, you see how genuine she is in her statement. And so, with somewhat of a heavy sigh, you give into their simple request and join them for lunch.

What you don’t realize is that one little action will become a ritual for you- something that becomes a part of your routine. On the rare day that you genuinely are up to your eyeballs in lesson plans and paperwork and can’t make it down to the staff lounge, you feel miserable. At that point, you yearn for the thirty relaxing minutes that you get during your work day.

Slowly, you become a part of their little group. They begin to include you in more conversations not based around school and work, and you find that you don’t necessarily mind them asking you about your personal life. It’s interesting to learn what you do about them as well.

You make your way into the staff room one day for lunch, only to see a substitute sitting in your unofficial assigned seat at the table with Jacob, Gregory, and Janine. You pop your food into the microwave and look around curiously, trying to figure out where you should sit today or if you should just head back to your classroom.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the beeping of the microwave and the sound of a chair being kicked out by none other than Melissa Schemmenti.

“Sit with us today,” the second grade teacher smiles and gestures to the chair. Silently, you oblige her request. From that day on, you claim your place among the two veteran teachers.

As time goes on, you finally decide to accept their invitations to events and gatherings outside of work. You find that you quite like being in their company. Everyone is a little different, has their quirks, and generally just exists together. The group somehow works despite everyone having such different personalities.

And as even more time passes, you find yourself leaning on Janine for emotional support. The two of you grow quite close- you would even venture to say after some time that she’s your best friend. You’re more than happy for her when she and Gregory finally get together- going as far as giving him the best friend spiel about how if he hurts her, you’ll find a way to make sure he was never born. 

You tell him that you know a guy, to which he snorts.

“The guy you know is Melissa,” Gregory laughs.

Seemingly out of nowhere, the woman in question appears next to you. She lays a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Yeah, and I know a while ago I said I’d only kill for Barb, but I think I’d kill for any o’ youse now.” She frowns. “Shit, I’m getting soft.”

“You’ve been soft,” you tease her.

“Only for you,” she mumbles. And then she’s off to do whatever it does that Melissa Schemmenti does. You can’t help but follow her with your eyes as she goes.

Janine turns to you. “Okay,” she whispers excitedly. “So now that I got my head out of my ass, when are you going to get your head out of yours?”

“What?”

“When are you finally going to admit that you have a thing for Melissa?” the second grade teacher bounces on her toes. “We could go on double dates!”

You chuckle. “Even if we did ever get together, I don’t know that she would want to go on double dates.”

“So,” your friend completely misses what you just said. “You do have a thing for Melissa?”

You sigh heavily. “Even if I did,” you mumble so only she can hear. “I doubt that someone like her would have a thing for me.”

And then you walk away from the conversation in favor of actually getting something done in your classroom.

You don’t know that one little quip of yours has Janine’s brain going a mile a minute with ideas of how to get the two of you together.

“Janine, I think that they’ll figure it out eventually,” Gregory states over dinner one night. “If we could figure it out, so can they.”

“So you agree that they like each other?”

The man nods firmly. “Even a blind person… or Jacob, could see that.”

“Then we have to help push them along! Like Jacob did for us,” Janine argues.

Gregory sighs quietly. “Maybe we could just keep going out all as a group. I’ve noticed that the two of them seem to gravitate towards each other when we’re all out.”

“Yes!” the second grade teacher grins and claps her hands enthusiastically.

And so, the gang has many outings in hopes that the two of you will finally just pull your shit together. There are days at the bar, more karaoke outings, a few get togethers at a coworker’s house. The two of you always seem to be seated together, and if you aren’t initially at her side, someone moves in order for you to sit next to her. Nothing ever happens though.

But then one night, you’re out at Ruby’s. And when you sit down at the bar and Melissa runs to the bathroom upon her entrance, another woman very clearly eyes you up.

“You come here a lot,” the woman tells you as she sets her bag down next to you.

You turn on your stool. “Oh, uh, yeah.” Wow. She’s really pretty. “With my work friends.”

“Just friends?” she asks. At your nod, she continues. “I’ve been wanting to come over and say hi, but I couldn’t tell if you were with the redhead or not.”

“Oh,” you chuckle softly, cheeks tinting red. “That’s not… no. We’re just, uh-“ you cough a bit awkwardly. “Friends.”

“So, it’d be alright if I bought you a drink?”

You bite your lip a bit nervously. “I suppose that would be alright.”

“Mika,” the woman smiles at you charmingly before waving over the bartender and ordering. The drinks are made, and then you’re being handed yours with a warm smile.

You speak with Mika for a bit before Melissa emerges from the bathroom and over to your side. Her eyes narrow immediately when she sees how close this new, gorgeous, woman is to you.

“Hey,” you smile at your favorite coworker gently.

“What’s this?” the second grade teacher asks through practically gritted teeth.

You introduce the two. “I was just waiting for you when she came over to talk to me.”

“Interesting,” Melissa nearly snarls out. “Well, I guess if you’re ever done flirting, I’ll be over with our friends.” She storms off.

“Are you sure the two of you aren’t together?” Mika asks as her eyes follow in the direction of loud boots against the floor.

You nod your head once as you watch the redhead make her way over to your group of friends.

“What’s making you look like someone told you your gnocchi wasn’t good?” Janine asks.

“Is it that very pretty woman flirting with Y/N?” Barbara asks knowingly.

Melissa’s eyes squint as she looks over to you and Mika. “Hmm. I don’t think I noticed that woman there before.”

“Like Hell you didn’t see her,” Barb calls her friend out. “You spoke to them, and then you should’ve seen your face when you turned around to come over to us.”

“Well, now I’m pissed that I forgot to order a drink,” the redhead huffs out.

“And would that be because you were distracted by your blinding jealousy?” Jacob cuts in.

“Shut up, Hill.”

“I’d love to stay and chat with you,” Mika tells you as she lays a gentle hand over your arm. “But I think your friends are waiting for you.” She points in the direction of your table. All of your coworkers are practically staring at the two of you. Melissa’s eyes look like stone. If looks could kill, you’d both be dead.

“I guess I should go over there,” you half chuckle, half sigh. “But it was really nice talking to you, and thank you again for the drink.”

“Of course,” your new friend smiles.

You go to turn away and head for your friends, but you notice that your favorite redhead doesn’t have a drink in her hand. You turn back to the bar, and you don’t know it, but the second grade teacher clenches her fists and locks her jaw when she thinks that you’re going to stay with Mika. Instead, you order Melissa her preferred drink, receive it, and head over to your colleagues. You settle in next to Melissa with a smile on your face, and you can see the way that she physically relaxes when you hand her her drink.

“Thanks, hun,” the second grade teacher sighs softly.

“You know I always have you,” you tell her quietly.

“Do you think Mika worked?” Jacob asks Janine once they finally get a moment alone.

“We all saw how pissed Melissa was while she was talking to her,” the shorter teacher grins. “I can’t believe our plan might work.”

“And it only cost me to buy her her drinks for the night!” the social studies teacher exclaims.

You see the way that Mika’s eyes linger on you the entire night- how she wants to come over and steal you away from Melissa. But you also notice how the redhead constantly has her eyes on the pretty woman across the bar; how she’s staring daggers at the woman and daring her to come over so Melissa can fight. You notice the way that your coworker has her hands all over you at any given time.

Maybe it’s the drinks that are giving the second grade teacher this confidence. That’s what you let yourself believe in the midst of your somewhat drunken haze. You also allow yourself to enjoy it- to pretend that this is what your life is: having the most beautiful woman at the bar hanging off of you and making you feel like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered in this world.

Soon though, your bladder wins out the fight of wanting to dance with Melissa all night or use the restroom. You excuse yourself with a smile and a promise to bring back another drink while the redhead tells you that she’ll keep your spot on the dance floor open.

Y/N, Jacob texts Mika. Bathroom. Go.

Janine takes over. Get her number and wait to text until she’s back with Melissa to fuel the fire.

And so the woman does. She slips into the bathroom and pretends to fix her makeup as she waits for you. And when you come stumbling out of the stall, you see the pretty woman that bought you a drink earlier in the night.

“Funny running into you,” you chuckle as you wash your hands.

“Almost like it’s fate,” Mika tells you suavely. Oh if only you knew how orchestrated this meeting was. “Since we’re here again and I didn’t have the courage to ask earlier, do you think I could get your number?”

You blush. “Oh, I don’t know. I uh-“ you stumble over your words. “I honestly probably shouldn’t have even accepted that drink from you.”

“Why’s that?” Warm eyes meet your own with fake curiosity. She knows exactly why.

You bite the inside of your cheek. “I kind of, uhm… the redhead you thought I was with? I kind of have a thing for her.”

Mika’s face falls just slightly, despite grinning on the inside. She just got you to admit that you have feelings for Melissa. “Well, you told me that there wasn’t anything going on there, so… why don’t you give me your number and I can text you? And if you regret it tomorrow, all you have to do is text me and tell me that it isn’t going to work out. How about that?”

Your cheeks turn red as you toy with the idea in your head. “Uhm… I guess that would be okay.”

The woman hands you her phone with a smile, and you clumsily put your number in.

“I’ll text you,” Mika promises you with a wink, and then she’s off and back to the club.

The pretty woman that you met twice tonight does indeed text you. She texts you as your dancing with Melissa. Your watch goes off with the notification, and you glance at it. Green eyes look at it too. 

“Who’s texting you?”

“Mika,” you say as you continue to dance to the music.

“Who?” The redhead removes her hand from your body and halts her own dancing.

“The woman from earlier,” you say, although it sounds like more of a question. “I ran into her in the bathroom, and she asked for my number.”

The woman in front of you frowns. “I need another drink.”

“I just got you one,” you point out.

Melissa downs it in one go. “I need another one.” 

She walks away from you, leaving you entirely confused on what just took place. With a sigh, you make your way back to the table that some of your friends are still occupying.

“Done dancing for the night?” Barbara asks you.

You nod, wiping a bit of sweat from your forehead. “I think I’ll stick around to finish this drink, and then probably head out.”

And you do. Once you finish your mixed drink, you make your rounds and go to head out on your own.

“You’re really going to let her go by herself?” Jacob asks Melissa as she watches you go.

“I ain’t done my drink,” the redhead grumbles. She sips from it slowly.

“What if something happens to her?” Barbara asks.

“So why don’t you go?” the second grade teacher mutters.

“Gerald’s on his way already,” the kindergarten teacher states. “Just go.”

“Fine.” Melissa downs her drink and then follows in your direction. On the small trek to the outside, the woman makes up her mind- she’s going to tell you how she feels tonight. But by the time she gets outside, she sees you getting into an Uber, and she sighs with defeat. She turns back into the bar.

“She already left,” the redhead says quietly as she sits back down next to her friend. “But I think I’m going to call an Uber for myself anyway.”

“Would you like a ride, dear?” Barbara offers her best friend.

“It’s fine,” Melissa waves her off. She doesn’t want the woman to know that she isn’t actually going to head back to her own house. No- she’s going to get a ride to your little townhouse.

You’ve just finished brushing your teeth when you hear your doorbell ring. It’s best not to answer though- not when you’re home alone. So, you ignore it. Only then you hear whoever is at your door begin to knock rather aggressively. Slowly, you make your way to your room and grab your phone and the baseball bat that you keep by your bed. And then of course, because in the middle of someone trying to get into your house, your phone begins to ring loudly. Quickly, you glance at the device, and.. why is Melissa trying to call you?

“Melissa, I can’t talk right-”

“Will you just come open your door?” the redhead asks rather aggressively.

“Th-that’s you?” you stutter out.

“Yes! Who else would be pounding on your front door at this hour?”

With your bat in hand, you go to your front door and lo and behold, Melissa is standing on your front step. You open the door as you lower the bat.

“H-hey,” you breathe out a sigh in relief. “Wh-what? Why are you here?”

“Don’t go out with that woman,” the redhead tells you urgently.

You know in your heart that you were going to let her down easy tomorrow anyway, but you can’t stop the question from spilling out of your mouth. “Why?”

“Because…” Melissa forces herself to take a deep breath. And then before you know it, her arms are wrapped around your neck and her lips are on your own. When the two of you pull back, the woman continues. “I want you to go out with me. Not her. Me.”

“Are- are you being serious?” you ask nervously. “Because I always thought that… that you wouldn’t want someone like me.”

“I don’t want someone like you. I just want you.”

The next morning, Melissa is right next to you, and nothing has ever felt this right.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you whisper as you kiss her softly.

“I’m here,” the redhead smiles. “I do think though that we shouldn’t tell our work friends yet about… this. Give us some time to adjust.”

“I agree.”

“I also think you need to text that girl that was trying to hit on you last night and tell her you’re off the market now.”

So, with Melissa in your bed, you text Mika.

Hey. It really was great meeting you last night. But I don’t think it’s going to work out. The redhead and I… we ended up getting together last night.

The text back is almost immediate. Hey, that’s great for you. Best of luck.

And then Mika opens up the text thread with Jacob and Janine. Your friends finally got their heads out of their asses.

You’re the best, Jacob responds. Thanks for your help!

Janine responds with a series of emojis that show just how excited she is about this.

On Monday morning, you’re sitting in the staff lounge as you usually do. It’s nice and the calm you need before the storm that you (lovingly) call your students. Nothing is out of the ordinary really. You just sip your coffee from your mug as you look through your plans for the week. The only difference is that every so often you glance up from your laptop and papers to steal small glances at your now girlfriend. You can’t help but smile each and every time.

But then the bell rings to signal the beginning of the school day, and you sigh. Still though, there seems to be this glow around you, and you have a pep in your step that usually is only reserved for Friday afternoons when you can see the weekend.

Monday afternoon, you have a staff meeting to sit through. It goes by as each one does, although you can’t find it in you to even pretend that you’re listening. Instead, you spend your time trying to figure out how much you can look at the redhead without it being obvious.

When you’re dismissed from whatever Ava was droning on about, you gather your things and head back to your classroom to pack your things for the day. What you don’t know is that while Melissa is walking out of the library, Janine jogs to catch up with her.

“Hey, congrats on the two of you getting together,” the shorter teacher says. “I wanted to tell Y/N congrats too, but she kind of booked it out of here.”

Melissa rolls her eyes with a fondness. “I told her not to say anything yet.”

“She’s my best friend,” Janine tells the redhead. “She doesn’t need to say anything. I can just feel that she’s happy. I don’t even need to see her to know.”

“She didn’t tell you? Really?”

“Nope,” Janine pops her ‘p’. “I can just tell.”

“Well, thanks kid,” Melissa smiles. “Don’t say nothin’ though. I gotta run too. The two of us are having dinner at my house tonight.” With those words, she’s off.

Jacob finds his smaller friend a few seconds later. “So, what Mika said is true?”

“Melissa confirmed it herself,” Janine grins.

“It’s about damn time the two of them pulled their heads from their asses and started dating,” Jacob smiles as he high fives the second grade teacher. 

That night, over dinner, Melissa tells you that Janine knows about your relationship.

“How? I didn’t tell her, did you?”

“She told me that she could just tell that you’re happy,” the redhead sighs.

You hum. “I am happy with you. I can’t believe it took another woman flirting with me for you to make a move.”

“I guess if we ever see her out again, we’ll have to thank her for helping us get here,” Melissa laughs. 

Oh, if only the two of you knew that Jacob and Janine were the masterminds behind the two of you finally getting together- that Mika only came to flirt with you to make Melissa jealous because of them. But for now, they keep it a secret. 

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[uvobreakmylegs]

Here's a painful ask. How do you think the troupe would be with a darling who reminds them of Sarasa? You can pick the members.

warnings: death, kidnapping, mind control, isolation, torture, delusional yandere

Sarasa was only a child when she was murdered, and while she's been dead for years by the time the troupe leaves Meteor City, the brutality of her death is more than likely still fresh for all of them. So when one of the founding members of the troupe comes across a darling that is similar to Sarasa, either in looks, personality or a combination of the two, those members will more than likely be very overprotective of them

a majority of the troupe will want to keep darling secure and in a safe place where they can't be hurt - that was what happened to Sarasa, after all. she was on her own in a dangerous area when they lost her. even though darling is an adult, the same could easily happen to them, and that member doesn't want to take the risk of darling's life being cut short in the same way Sarasa's was. and given the criminal activity that the troupe regularly engages, that risk is made even more likely

of those members, Chrollo or Pakunoda will make things at least bearable for darling, though not in a way that darling would want. Chrollo with his long-term manipulation abilities to keep darling happy, and Pakunoda with her Memory Bomb that will allow her to control darling's mind and make up whatever story she needs to keep darling safe from harm without complaint. darling will still be stuck and unable to interact with the world outside, but since both Chrollo and Paku prefer it for this darling to be happy, they'll do just that so they can come back to a darling that smiles at them

a situation with Phinks or Franklin isn't as great, but they do attempt to keep darling happy in whatever ways they can. they don't have any ways to keep darling in place with more sophisticated means, so they have no choice but to resort to force. but seeing darling crying or sad makes them feel guilty, so they try to make things better by offering up gifts to try and make them happy. obviously, that doesn't really work, but both are determined to keep darling safe, regardless of the things they feel when they see darling sobbing themselves to sleep

Uvogin ends up dragging darling along with him on his travels, never leaving their side for long enough for darling to attempt to get help. if darling is too resistant/prone to running away, he intentionally brings them to areas that are dangerous, either due to the environment or the wildlife. it isn't nice, but it guarantees that darling won't go running off since they won't survive without Uvogin by their side

things are pretty bleak with Shalnark or Feitan. both are more concerned with keeping darling safe, and their happiness isn't as high of a priority as keeping them alive is. with both of these men, darling will be taken away to a remote location and be given very few freedoms. living with Shalnark means darling will have their every move monitored no matter what room they're in due to the numerous cameras Shalnark has placed all over the house. darling gets no privacy whatsoever in this instance, and while Shalnark might say that he understands darling's distress, he doesn't feel badly over it

while living with Feitan, darling won't be monitored 24/7, but they can't go anywhere and they're also subject to Feitan barging into their space whenever he feels like it. "to check up," he'll tell them, even though nothing has changed during the thirty minutes since he barged in the last time. darling can cry and beg all they want for Feitan to let them go, but it's all a wasted effort since he'll never say 'yes'

Machi might be the only decent one of the troupe in this case. unlike the others, Machi is unwilling to get involved with darling since that will put them in danger. and after experiencing Sarasa's death - and the way Machi remembers how, as a child, she gathered up the bag that held the body parts - she doesn't want darling to experience darling suffering the same fate, or one that could be even worse than what Sarasa went through. she'll keep an eye on darling from a distance, but she won't approach. it's more important that darling be able to live their life in the way that Sarasa was unable to

Nobunaga has the potential to be the worst of the troupe, depending on his mental state when he comes across darling. if he's doing okay, then the situation with him will likely be similar to what darling experiences living with either Phinks or Franklin

however, if Nobunaga comes across darling after he's reeling from the death of Uvogin, he'll start to convince himself that darling actually is Sarasa

whatever thoughts he may have had of what Sarasa would be like as an adult will be projected onto darling, and he expects them to be just like he imagined Sarasa to be. whatever likes or dislikes he expected she would have, whatever her interests would have been - Nobunaga wants - no, demands that darling match that image in his head down to a tee. if darling messes up his vision, he'll be forgiving.... at first. but if it continues and resembles "rebellion" as opposed to "accidents", Nobunaga's goodwill starts to shrink. if darling pushes him too far and too hard, there will be consequences, likely in the form of isolation and the minimum amount of sustenance required to survive. he doesn't want to kill darling, but he does want to teach them a lesson

things will be a lot easier on darling if they just give in to the delusion