#you should be allowing yourselves to feel bad or angry or mad or even hateful without thinking you’re suddenly evil like

[bioswear]

I think more people should make peace with their dark sides, and I don’t mean that in an edgy way, I mean that in a “letting purity culture infect you to the point where you get frightened by even your own darker thoughts and impulses is NOT the healthy own you think it is” kind of way and

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one with Ethan’s suggestion

Description | Ethan suggests something that you had never seen coming - but for how long will you be able to resist him?

Content | smut with a bit of fluff

Pairing | Ethan x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3138

Tagging | @ginny-lily @mywritingonlyfans

***

"You did not just ask me that."

Ethan didn't even seem bothered by your shocked reaction. Instead, he simply kept looking at you, waiting, as if he had posed a completely normal question. You were certain it wasn’t though - who the hell just came out and asked one of their best friends to start hooking up? Surely this wasn’t just you thinking this was more than odd. You couldn’t stop looking at him, relaxing on a lounger in the sun, book still open in his hand, and how he didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, come one, Y/n,” Vic interjected from where she was relaxing on a pool float. “Poor Ethan hasn’t been with anyone since the pandemic started. The least you can do is help him get laid.”

“Get laid by me?!”

“Who else?” Victoria laughed. “It’s not like he can go out and pick up someone when we go on a promo tour in a week. We’re barely allowed to meet anyone as a safety measure.”

You shot her a pointed look and Victoria being your friend for the longest got it immediately.

“And no, I’m not gonna hook up with him. So it’s gotta be you.”

You couldn’t believe the conversation you were having. Had everyone simply gone crazy? Surely, Thomas wouldn’t be on their side in this, right? You watched as he lazily strolled towards your loungers, cigarette in hand.

“Thomas!” You shouted over at him. “Ethan wants me to hook up with him!”

“Fucking finally,” Thomas laughed as you stared back in horror. Was everyone in on this madness? “He’s been moping around for ages. About time he gets laid and relaxes.”

“See?” Ethan interjected. “Everyone thinks it’s a good idea.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea!”

“Fine,” Ethan shrugged. You hated how much he didn’t seem to care - how he had posed a question like that without an ounce of awkwardness and how your rejection didn’t seem to faze him in the least. You knew he was open about sex and sexuality, you’d been part of countless conversations among the band and had seen him pick up people at parties more than once, but this unnerved you. "If you change your mind, I'm available."

And with that Ethan went back to his book, Victoria went back to floating around the pool and Thomas went back to smoking his cigarette. But you weren't going to go back to anything, because whether you liked it or not, Ethan's suggestion would continue playing in your head for the unforeseeable future.

***

Three days. It had been three days since that fateful day at the pool and you could barely stand to look at Ethan. It wasn't because you were embarrassed - you all spoke about such things quite openly - nor were you angry at him having asked in the first place - if anything, it was flattering, a man such as Ethan considering you attractive in that way. It was more of a constant thought in your head whenever you were in the same room with him or he talked to you or you looked at him or he so much as popped into your mind. You kept lying awake at night, intrusive thoughts of Ethan towering over you clouding your brain. You didn't know what it was but you knew you didn't like it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as Victoria approached you, taking a couple of tomatoes you had spread in front of you and started cutting them up. You had been in charge of making dinner most days, with one or the other coming to join you in your cooking endeavors sooner or later. Today it seemed to be Vic, who was giggling away beside you, quite obviously dying to tell you something.

"And what is up with you?" You asked, a smirk on your face. You were happy your friend seemed so giddy and it had you itching to know why.

"I have a date!" Victoria was never one to keep things like these to herself for long - whenever she was positively excited about something, the world simply had to know. "Her name's Paula, she's on holiday here and we're going to go out for wine."

"Just wine?"

"Well, I'm gonna say, don't expect me back here tonight." She couldn't stop herself from smirking and then breaking out in another round of laughter and you joined freely. Good for her.

"I miss dates," you mused. "Or maybe - I don't know. Maybe I just miss at least staying the night with someone."

"You really need to get laid, babe."

"Who needs to get laid?" Damiano had appeared without warning, sneaking up on the two of you and pinching both of your waists teasingly before hopping on the counter next to where you were working. A slice of tomato was stolen and ended up in his mouth before you could react, only hitting him in the arm when it was much too late.

"Y/n," Victoria answered nonchalantly. You stared at her in annoyance but she didn't even catch your eye.

"So does Ethan! You guys should fuck."

"Not you too," you groaned. All of this seemed like a bad joke. In fact, you were starting to wonder if this was all some weird plot your friends had to get you to sleep with Ethan. But why would they?

"Huh?" Damiano sounded surprised but you didn't put it past him to simply put on a good act.

"Ethan asked her to hook up the other day."

"No way!" Damiano exclaimed. "He actually, fina- I mean, he actually asked you that?"

"Yup, and she shot him down," Victoria explained. You were getting more annoyed by the second. Especially because it felt like your love life (or lack thereof?) was being discussed without you. Plus, you couldn't shake the feeling they knew something you didn't.

"Aw, poor Ethan. You know, you should really give him the chance. Make the most of the fact that you've both got the house to yourselves tonight." Damiano's eyebrow wiggle earned him a tomato slice to the face due to pure irritation on your side. He wasn't bothered, quickly shoving it into his mouth and happily munching away on it.

"Wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?"

You sounded much more panicked than necessary. So what if you were alone in the house with Ethan? You'd survive. Easily. You'd read a bit of your book, maybe watch a movie, go to bed. You didn't even have to spend time with him. Right?

"Going out with my girlfriend, she's in town for work. Not sure where Thomas is off to but he's already left" Damiano shrugged, finally hopping off the counter to hopefully stop being in the way. "So, if there's anything you want to do, do it tonight."

***

So this was it. You were alone with Ethan. No, this was nothing. So what if you were alone with him? Not like it was going to change anything at all.

You had said your goodbyes for the night to the two lovebirds, wishing Victoria the most possible fun on her little date, before pouring yourself a glass of wine and retreating to the patio. You had no idea where Ethan was and you didn't mind.

The sun was setting, the temperature was more than bearable and you had your book lying next to you. Eyes closed trying to enjoy the last rays of sunshine, your hand grasped the stem of the wine glass, and fuck that moth scared the living daylights out of you. And caused you to spill your wine all over your blouse. Red wine. Crap. One was supposed to wash those out immediately, right? Right? You realised you had no idea, as you sprinted towards the upstairs bathroom, already unbuttoning for fast removal.

You threw the door open, feet set to move towards the basin, when you realised you weren't alone in the room. It happened in slow motion, as much as you hated the cliché of it all.

Ethan's back was towards you, strong, hard muscles visible under an array of water droplets that were slowly, slowly making their way downwards, hypnotising you and keeping your gaze locked on them. Your eyes were still travelling lower and lower when he noticed your presence, turning around out of reflex, and you could not help but notice he was not wrapped in a towel, nowhere close, when your eyes fell on-

Oh.

Oh.

In a rare moment of clarity, you tore your gaze away, looking up at his face instead, just to find him eyeing up your cleavage. Your blouse was halfway undone, putting your white lace bra on full display. Then his eyes snapped away and looked into yours instead. For a second, it felt like the world was standing still. Your brain only worked for another moment before it decided to let your body - or potentially your heart? - take over.

You told yourself 'fuck it' - or maybe you said it out loud, judging by the sudden smirk appearing on Ethan's face - and reached for the man in front of you. He reciprocated without hesitation, pulling you in and meeting your mouth with his, as he walked you backward until you hit the wall. His body felt hot against yours, providing a stark contrast to the cold tiles pressing into you. His hands cradled your face softly, fingers stroking along your cheeks, while he kissed you, open-mouthed, in a way that left you breathless.

If you had ever had doubts that sex with Ethan would not be worth it, they had evaporated into thin air altogether.

His hands had started roaming your body, finally landing on the last buttons of your blouse. You had expected him to slowly open them up, but instead, he tore the fabric apart in one swift movement, buttons flying and hitting the ground with little clacking noises. You wrecked your mouth from him for a moment, staring at him in both surprise and awe.

"Spiacente," he murmured, although he didn't look all that sorry. "I couldn't help myself. I can get them sewn back-"

"Ethan, stop talking and start fucking me."

Your bold words took both of you by surprise but none of you minded, simply relieved that you were on the same page. His hands were now grasping tightly onto your thighs and, and without giving you a warning, he lifted you up, still pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he took a step back, finding his strength and balance, and slowly carrying you into his bedroom.

You couldn't stop staring at him. Ethan's beauty was a sight to behold on any given day, but the way his lips looked kissed after just a short while and his eyes had that kind of shine to them that had never previously been directed at you, it felt like you were looking at something ethereal. Never mind the fact that you knew he was completely naked, not just the toned chest that was pressing into your torse, but everything else. Hell, you were sure you felt a certain something press into the back of your thigh quite shamelessly.

He dropped you on his bed, leaving you to bounce slightly on the mattress as you lied on your back. He looked like he was about to devour you and you just knew you'd bend to his every wish.

Without any further hesitation, Ethan moved onto the bed, immediately grabbing onto the shorts you were wearing and slowly pulling them down your legs. He held eye contact with you the whole time and you were convinced you had never seen anything sexier in your life. Your panties were the next piece to leave your body. Normally, this would be the point you got nervous about, crossing your legs, hiding behind hands, anything to protect what little of your modesty you had left, but this was different. Ethan took all shame away from you.

"Is this okay?" He asked, as he slowly crawled upwards, spreading your legs and leaving hot, wet kisses along your calves. As much as you appreciated him asking for consent, you almost had to laugh - at this point in time, you had lost all willpower to deny him anything. So, with a blissful smile on your face, you eagerly nodded at him, your hand reaching down and tangling itself into his hair. He groaned as you gave a little tug and the sound was more than enough to get you even wetter than you already were.

At least that was what you thought up until Ethan put his mouth on you. You had been expecting a bit more foreplay, maybe his fingers, but instead you felt his tongue lick along the length of you. Your moan loudly echoed through the room and you had never been so glad that Vic, Thomas and Damiano had deserted the two of you in the house.

Your grasp on his hair tightened as he started flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. The fact that you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs only seemed to make you more sensitive. Suddenly, one of his fingers entered you, quickly to be joined by a second. Your back arched off the bed in an involuntary reaction as your breathing became more and more laboured. You could hear- hell, you could feel him chuckle against you.

With a sharp tug, you pulled his head away from you.

"I'm not going to be able to take much more, Ethan," you confessed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, chin wet from going down on you and fingers still slowly moving in and out, and you momentarily forgot what you meant to say. "So if you wanna fuck me, I suggest you get a move on."

He didn't need to be told twice. You still sighed in disappointment when he actually removed his fingers from you but you were quickly distracted by him moving them to your mouth and slipping them in. You eagerly sucked on them, twirling your tongue around them, tasting your own arousal, and his composure was slipping with every second he looked at you. He quickly pulled his fingers from your mouth to crawl further up your body, his cock moving against your leg. He was so well endowed it would have almost been frightening if you hadn't been so turned on.

Ethan kissed you with a force that was unparalleled. There wasn't even a question about who was in control. As his fingers trailed from your neck down past your collarbones you both suddenly seemed to remember you were still wearing a bra. You made short work of the piece of fabric, carelessly throwing it across the room, and he thanked you by squeezing your soft flesh in the most delicious way. You repaid the favour by letting your hand wander to his cock and giving him a few strokes. He immediately let out the most sinful moan you had ever heard, head collapsing onto your cleavage.

"I don't think you need any more help from me down there," you giggled.

"With you lying under me like this, I sure don't."

Moving your legs around his waist once more, you slowly guided him into you, your walls swallowing him bit by bit, careful not to stretch you out too fast with his size. It felt like heaven on earth. You both moaned in pleasure as Ethan slowly started moving, making sure you were comfortable as he looked into your eyes, while you broke the eye contact time and time again, too overwhelmed to leave your eyes open every time he thrust into you. You kept grabbing onto what you could, the back of his head, his shoulders, his butt, as he increased his speed, hitting you in all the right places every single time.

You knew you weren't going to last long, not with him on and in and all around you, not with his fingers playing with your nipple, not with his lips clumsily attaching themselves to various places around your neck and shoulders, and as you felt his hand between your legs, softly circling your clit once again, you were gone. You came in waves of euphoria, unashamed of the volume of your moans and the strength with which you pulled on his hair. Your actions, combined with you clenching around him and a few more thrust, had him follow you moments later.

He carefully slipped out of you, never once letting go of you, and turning you onto your side with him so you were facing each other. Both of you were still breathing heavily, vision cloudy, but intertwined. You were convinced he had ruined you - there was no way anyone was ever going to live up to how he made you feel.

"So, did it live up to your expectation?" You couldn't help but giggle as you posed the question. "Getting laid again after such a long time?"

Ethan pushed a damp strand of hair from your face. You hadn't expected such softness.

"It wasn't actually about getting laid, you know."

"Huh?"

"It was about you."

"Okay, you've lost me now," you said, brows knitting as your hand searched for his, finger entangling the same way your legs were doing. "What are you talking about?"

"I... I've liked you for a while. And I tried so much, but you never even noticed."

Your mind replayed the last few weeks you had spent with the band in their summer house. Instances of Ethan bringing you food, cocktails, adjusting the shade to make sure you were in it, offering to put sunscreen on your back. Moments of him searching for your company, moving much closer than necessary in the heat, arms constantly touching when you were sitting next to each other. Jokes and teasing from the others, drunken remarks. You hadn't paid attention to any of it. You wondered how you could have been so blind to a man so wonderful.

"Wait, so instead of asking me out like a normal person, you suggested we hook up?" You couldn't keep the laughter in now. The situation was simply too ridiculous and you had not yet stopped riding on your high from the endorphins he had caused.

"It was Vic's idea." He buried his head into the sheets, but you could still see his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "She knew I missed sex and she said you mentioned something similar so she thought this was the way into your..."

"Pants?"

"Heart, actually."

You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around him so that your noses were touching.

"Well, as embarrassing as it is, it somehow worked, didn't it?" You stroked over his head lovingly. "And I'm sure not letting you go any time soon."

[fanfic-cave]

Abandoned

Rating: SFW/PG-13 (although theres kissing and stuff if you dont want to read that in public)

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Hunter x Fem Jedi!OC

Warnings: Angst, fighting and arguing, talks about order 66/jedi being killed, making out it gets a little heated ya’ll

Summary: Hunter has discovered Sera's intentions to abandon the team and leave. The have an argument, amongst other things. Does she stay, or will she leave the bad batch for good?

Authors note: More OC stuff, I just get scenes in my head and I have to write them out. This is the furthest ahead ive gotten in the story I think. I have ideas of other things (which kinda get hinted at here), but im not sure how exactly I want to accomplish them.

Be sure to check out my post and put in your 2 cents on what I should write next!

Tags: @mangoberry99

You walked into the small, dark room, with Hunter right on your heels. He was definitely mad at you.

You tightened the mask on your face, and kept your hood up. Hunter switched the lights on and shut the door. “You were going to leave?” Hunters voice was raised, practically growling. He whipped around to look at you, his eyebrows arched and nostrils flaring. Yup. Pissed.

“I don’t expect you to understand.” You folded your arms defensively. “Just cause you’re a Jedi?” Hunter spoke loudly. “You owe us an explanation.” Somehow you thought Hunter really meant that you owed him an explanation.

You turned your face away, saying nothing. You didn’t feel obliged to share anything, you just wanted to retreat and hide like you always had. Hunters mouth turned down into a frown, and you could tell he was getting more upset. “I hate to break it to you, but being a Jedi doesn’t make you more special or different than the rest of us-"

“Hold on a damn minute-" you interjected, uncrossing your arms.

“And you don’t get to shut us out just because you are one.” He spat it out and you felt your face heat up with anger. “You were going to go without saying goodbye, Sera. You realized how messed up that is?” He was yelling now.

“I told you, you wouldn’t understand!” You yelled back. Your hands balled up into fists.

“No, I don’t! How could you befriend us, gain our trust, and just leave? Omega-"

“Don’t.” you interrupted before he could finish. Your voice had lowered in pitch, but it was loud and it echoed around the room. “Don’t bring her into this.” You were doing this to protect them, especially her. You didn’t want him to guilt trip you by using her.

“It would’ve destroyed her. You can’t face that? That you were going to abandon her?”

“You have no right-!” You turned to face him, pointing a finger at him and walking up to him.

“Take that damn thing off.” Hunter said. You froze. You knew he was referring to the mask. He stared at you with a hard look on his face, still fuming with anger. “I said take it off.” He ordered.

You yanked it off and threw it at his feet, hoping to hit his foot. He easily moved his left foot to avoid getting hit. “Happy?” You threw up your hands as you said it, venom laced in your tone. Your mask felt like your defense, a protection. You felt safe with it, and you had worn it since abandoning the clone wars and the Jedi order. You felt too vulnerable and exposed without it right now.

“Don’t lecture me, I know what I was doing, and I-" your voice cracked. You took a step back and took a breath. “I thought it was better than the alternative.” Your voice was quieter now. You looked down, then you turned around, your back to him. You didn’t want to see him, to face him. You placed your hands on the table in front of you, leaning forward and taking slow deep breaths.

“How would that be better?” Hunter's voice was lower in volume, matching yours. He seemed upset, but not angry anymore. He sounded hurt, or maybe sad.

You finished another deep breath. “The Jedi are being hunted down. I can only hide for so long.” Your voice was much quieter now, barely above a whisper. You felt weight on your chest as you said it. You crossed your arms and hugged yourself, trying to squeeze away the tight feeling in your chest. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. “I could feel it when the Jedi were killed, Hunter. Thousands of voices being silenced. And now, I can feel it.” Hunter waited for you to finish. “The Empire knows there are hidden Jedi across the galaxy, and they’re going to come and find us.”

You turned to face him, tears in your eyes. Hunter looked worried as he listened to you, watching your movements. “If you’re with me, you could all be killed.” You choked out the last part, the tears coming out. You covered your mouth with your hands, trying to hold in the cries that escaped your mouth.

You squeezed your eyes tight and couldn’t see, but you felt arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you in. You received the hug and wrapped your arms around Hunters torso, then buried your face into his chest. You couldn’t keep it in anymore, the sobbing escaping you, ripping through your chest.

“Shh,” Hunter quietly began comforting you. You felt his hand stroking your hair, the other arm squeezing you tight against him. You held onto him as you cried, like holding him would help you hold yourself together.

You stayed there for a minute, quietly sobbing while Hunter stroked your hair and quieted your cries. After a minute had passed, he spoke. “You remember what I told you when we found out you were a Jedi?” He paused and you waited quietly, tears still rolling down your cheeks. “I said we would protect you.” You had stopped sobbing, and you took shaky breaths in and out.

You felt him kiss the top of your head. You pulled away from his chest to look up at him. He wiped the tears out of your eyes with his thumb. “I promise, I won’t let the Empire kill you,” he had grabbed your chin, and looked into your eyes with intensity as he spoke. You smiled at his optimism. Normally you might argue that he couldn’t guarantee that, but he looked so set in his decision. You didn’t think you could persuade him otherwise.

He leaned in to press his forehead against yours, and you met him halfway, enjoying the moment of closeness. You felt like he was grounding you, keeping you here in the moment instead of fearing for the future. “Is this okay?” You felt his breath hit your face as he spoke. It was warm, and he smelled nice. You nodded. He squeezed you around the waist and pulled you in tighter, your hips now touching.

You felt your heart skip a beat. You two had never been quite this affectionate. You had an idea that Hunter might feel something more than friendship towards you. There had been moments, exchanged glances, lingering touches. Conversation where you both opened up, and had been vulnerable with each other. You already knew how you felt, but never were quite sure where exactly he stood.

You opened your eyes, and examined his face. You could see details that you couldn’t make out without being this close. The details in his tattoos, the shape of his eyes, of his face, his mouth. You felt yourself become more brave. You tilted your face to the right, your nose skimming past his. His lips were not even an inch away from yours now.

You saw Hunter's eyes open, and he was watching you. You waited, not wanting to advance more without permission. You held eye contact for a moment. He looked at you questioningly, processing what you were doing. You waited for him to pull away or come closer. You quietly froze there, the two of you only breathing and examining each other in your closeness, neither of you sure what would happen. You found yourself getting lost in his brown eyes for that short moment.

Suddenly Hunters lips were against yours, his hand at the back of your neck, fingers reaching into your hair. You breathed in through your nose, and your bodies began to move together. You felt yourself rise up to your toes to reach him, to get closer. Your arms were still wrapped around his torso, and you pulled yourself closer to him, just as his other hand gently pushed you in from the small of your back, trying to close every gap between your bodies.

After a minute, Hunter pulled away to allow yourselves a second to breath. He studied your face, like he was trying to memorize it. “It’s about damn time.” You said between breaths, and he laughed. His eyes seemed to light up with excitement. You reached up to his neck and brought him back in. You felt a burning in your chest as you continued kissing him. You wrapped your fingers around his biceps, and began to push him towards the nearest wall. He let you move him, his arms around your waist, making sure you came right along with him. You went back up on your toes, reaching to kiss him.

Hunters hands shifted away from you, then you felt them grab you underneath your thighs. You were suddenly lifted up, your legs reflexively wrapping around him. You gasped and broke from the kiss, holding onto him to keep yourself from falling.

“I’ve got you.” He spoke confidently, placing one hand on your shoulder as the other fully held you up. Then, he took a few steps and set you down on the table. Your face was now an even height with his. You made a face “You think I’m too short to kiss you?” You huffed out. Hunter smiled and said “You are kinda short-“

“Oh shut up.” You grabbed his shoulders and forcefully brought him back in. You tightened your legs on him, as if trying to lock him in place. He had one hand on your hip, the other touched the back of your shoulder where your bare skin was exposed. It felt like a fire was ignited where his fingertips met your skin. Hunter broke away and planted kisses on your cheek, then he moved to your jaw. You felt yourself reach at his shirt on his back, tempted to start pulling at it. You felt intoxicated by the moment, drinking in the bliss you felt as his kisses moved to your neck.

Wait. How did I get here again?

You released him and pulled away gently as the thought crossed your mind. Hunter stopped and took a step back from you, being sure to give you space if you wanted it. Your legs no longer were wrapped around him, you sat on the table and Hunter stood just a foot away from you. “Did I overstep?” Hunter asked. He watched you carefully, concern written all over his face.

“No, no I loved that Hunter,” you reached your hand out and grabbed his. You gave him a reassuring squeeze. “I’m just trying to process. Weren’t we just fighting?” You looked back up at him. He looked up, trying to recall the events. “Right, and then you were crying-“

“And now we’re kissing.” You laughed and shook your head. “That really escalated huh?” You looked back up to him as you spoke. Hunter was smiling, he looked genuinely happy.

You ran your hand through your hair, your braid now very much messed up. You began to undo it. Hunters smile faded and his eyebrows knitted together.

“What is it?” You asked.

“You won’t leave, right?” He asked, the brooding expression you were all too familiar with was set back onto his face.

“Oh.” Right, I was going to leave. You felt your heart squeeze. “No, I don’t think I will.” You said after thinking. Hunter sighed in relief. “Good.” He approached you again, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I wouldn’t let you anyways.” You raised your eyebrows at him. “Oh, you wouldn’t let me?” Like he could stop me. You kept that thought in your head.

“No.” He spoke firmly. His eyes locked with yours, and he looked determined. “I know the empire is hunting down the last of the Jedi, but we’re not exactly on good terms with them either.” You listened as he spoke.

“I don’t like the thought of you trying to survive on your own. I’ve always had my brothers, and having a squad, or a family, to rely on has gotten us all through it. I want you to rely on us, let us help you.” He put a hand on your cheek as he finished, and leaned in closer to you. He looked almost sad as he said it. You realized if he really cared about you, the thought of you leaving must hurt as much as leaving him would’ve hurt you.

You took a deep breath, then spoke. “Since I left the order, and the war, I’ve always been on my own. Having someone to rely on again has been a bit of an adjustment.” Hunter kept his eyes fixed on you, hand still on your cheek. You moved to put your hand on top of his. “I’m still learning how not to run, and I don’t want to run from you.” You squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes. “Honestly, I think I love you.”

Hunters eyes widened a bit as you said it. You smiled and you could feel yourself blushing. Now, though, you weren’t ashamed.

You saw Hunters eyes move to the door and back to you. Then you heard foot steps and Omega calling for Hunter. “I love you too.” He whispered it, and the door opened.

I know. You mouthed it, then slid off the table to stand next to him. You could practically hear him roll his eyes and you smiled.

I don’t think I could leave now. Not even if I wanted to.

[thegoodgayshit]

Luz’s mother really doesn’t want to send Luz to camp. She knows once she leaves, there is no going back. But Luz has a knack for getting into trouble, and one day she stumbles into the same type of people her mother would have preferred she avoided. After helping Luz dissolve her high school bully into dust, Eda and Lilith know right away that this kid is just like them - a child of the gods. So Luz hops on a Pegasus and heads to Camp Half-blood, where she embarks on a dangerous quest that makes her both friends and enemies... and she might even save Olympus along the way.

Chapter Eleven: I Get Threatened by the King of Athens

There was a tense and uncomfortable silence. Luz had a sinking feeling in her gut, like pieces of a puzzle were coming together in a game she hadn’t agreed to play.

“What do you mean Amity isn’t with him?” She said quietly, not moving her eyes away from Theseus. If she had thought he was cute before, now the sight of him made her blood run cold. She should have listened to Gus. “Achilles captured her in Boulder. Where is she?”

Theseus pursed his lips. “Achilles isn’t always the most tactful. He has his own agenda too. He was supposed to bring Amity to my boss in Colorado, but he went off the rails, literally, and took her to his new place in Kansas City. Fled from our boss because of some disagreement between them.” Theo scoffed, rolling his eyes. “As if we could even refuse to begin with.”

Luz was stunned. “I have… so many follow up questions.”

“Kansas City? Like… our next stop?” Gus asked with a frown. “That’s one coincidence.”

Theseus hummed in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ll soon figure out that few things in our world are a coincidence. The gods are pawning you even as we speak. You met the flower crown lady in Cincinnati, who gave you a job to prove to the love lady she made the right choice in favoring you.” He gestures to Luz with a roll of his eye. “Then, your daddy gives you a hand in the train station to make sure you’re on the exact right path they need you to be on, so you can’t mess this one up. So sure, coincidence.”

“My dad?” Luz asks, not sure what Theseus meant.

“The map,” Gus hissed in realization. “As the god of travelers, some kids of Hermes must have special abilities with map reading.”

“Then there was the way she could haggle the price down without even trying,” Willow added with wide eyes. “He’s also the god of merchants.”

“See, what did I tell you?” Theseus said with a smile. “You kids are quick.”

Luz didn’t like feeling like an idiot. But that’s what was happening right now. All the time she and her friends thought they were doing something good, all that time Luz felt guilty thinking this was her fault and the gods had been manipulating their quest from the beginning.

Her anger must have shown on her face because Theseus shot her a sympathetic smile.

“Don’t feel too bad, Luz. It happens to literally every great demigod.” His face hardened. “In Athens, my quest in the Labyrinth was half a test of skill and half a test of wit. My father promised me glory and honor by coming home a hero, and when I got back on my boat I didn’t even have to touch my ship the whole way home. It was like the sea guided my boat home on its own, and I knew my father had blessed me. Do you know what happened after that?”

There was silence between the three of them. Luz remembered the story, but with the look on Theseus’ face, she knew she couldn’t say it.

“Poseidon didn’t raise the white sails when I arrived,” Theseus said bitterly. “My beloved stepfather had asked me to when I arrived so he knew I was home safe. When I arrived, I was the new King of Athens, because he had thrown himself off the roof thinking I was dead. Poseidon killed him.”

Theseus sat back in his chair, a look of complete misery on his face. “I blamed myself too, you know. Then, when I died, the gods couldn’t even spare me then. The judges wanted to send me to Tartarus. But Minos argued that because I slew the Minotaur, I deserved Elysium. In the end, I was punished to roam the Fields of Asphodel forever.”

Willow and Gus were looking at one another, but Luz was so enamored by the story she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She had always been a sucker for a dramatic tale.

“I forgot everything. Who I was, what I stood for. And then my boss came to me and pulled me from my torment. I was alive again, and a new man. I would never serve the gods as long as I served him.”

“The man in the mountain,” Luz whispered, looking at Theseus unable to disguise her fear. “Who is he?”

“The reason I’m here is so you never find out,” Theseus said slowly, and the three of them flinched. Theseus chuckled under his breath.

“Sorry, not like that. I’ve come as his messenger to offer you a deal.”

“A deal?” Willow said with a frown. Luz shared the sentiment. Why would the man who had been tormenting Luz’s dreams for weeks want to spare them?

“Look, you kids have a good heart.” Theseus continued, eyeing each of them carefully. “My boss knows that. I’ve now seen it myself. We’re all pawns in the game, we always have been. You didn’t ask for this quest, so my boss is giving you a chance you won’t get if you continue forward to Colorado. Go to Kansas City, take Amity from Achilles, and go straight home. Leave this whole thing alone and spare yourselves the pain and heartache.”

“But all of Olympus will fall without Hestia,” Gus protested, “we have to save her!”

“But why?” Theseus asked, and Gus fell silent. “Why can’t an old age of pain and suffering just end? My boss will allow a new era to rise, and demigods can live peacefully with the other mortals. I can see my father again. You can all go home without needing to fear a monster will hunt you down. Luz, you can have a normal life with your mom where she doesn’t have to worry.”

Luz flinched, and Theseus smiled slightly. She didn’t know how he knew about her Mami, but she didn’t like the way it rolled off his tongue.

“Stop that!” Gus demanded to Theseus, and he looked over at him innocently. Willow reached over and put a hand over Luz’s.

“I am just being truthful,” Theseus said, and Gus’s eyes hardened.

“No, you’re not. You’re deceiving her. You went to Tartarus because of how you treated Ariadne. You abandoned her on an island and she would have died there if Dionysus didn’t save her and make her his wife.”

Theseus froze, and for a moment his expression changed, going from sympathetic to cold.

Willow nodded along to Gus, pointing an accusing finger at Theseus.

“You were a war criminal too. You kidnapped the Amazons and the Spartans and caused a war for the Athenians between them. You were exiled because you treated others so terribly. The gods didn’t force you to be awful.”

Theseus’ eyes flashed furiously. “I am offering you demigods a way out! A chance to escape the prophecy.”

“Why would we want to do that?” Luz butts in, narrowing her eyes. “The prophecy told us we would bring Olympus peace.”

“The prophecy says nothing of the sort,” Theseus growled. “Don’t trust the words that can be so easily twisted. It also says you will dawn a new age. That is exactly what my boss is trying to do. And unlike you, I’ve heard it in its entirety. One of you is doomed to die, and that is why Amity would not tell the camp what she heard. She assumed it was her, and that is why she told her companions to run. But I know better. It will be one of you three.”

There was silence again, and Luz felt her mouth open and close fearfully. She didn’t know what she was going to say. Theseus got up from his chair, adjusting his notebook and pen to tuck it under his arms. Luz realized he was leaving.

“You don’t need to decide now,” Theseus said carefully, though he was clearly still angry. “My boss just asked me to pitch the offer to you. You’re still heroes, and now that you know where Amity is I imagine you’re going to go find her. Last we heard, Achilles was planning on hiding in the musician's manor in Sunset Hill on the west end. Look for the gold lyre outside.”

He pushed his way into the aisle, turning his head one more time.

“If you chose to continue, my boss will not hold back. We will do everything we can to finish our mission, and that includes stopping you if you get in our way. And I can promise you this, you are no match for my boss.”

Luz’s chest flared with anger as the entire conversation hit her at once. She hated Theseus. He was a huge bully, who was so mad at the world he blamed everybody else for it but himself. Luz knew better, and if his boss was anything like Theseus, then she hated him even more than she already did. Standing up, she balled her fists at him and stared him right in the eye.

“You’re no hero. We’re going to finish this quest and free Hestia, and we’re going to do it right. You can tell your boss we’re on our way.”

Theseus paused, but he didn’t say a single thing. He just looked at Luz sadly, like he was trying to decide what color coffin would go best with her skin tone. He walked to the front of the bus and whispered something to the driver. The bus screeched to a stop, and Luz had to grip Willow’s hand to keep herself steady. Theseus got off, and the bus started moving again. Luz collapsed into the seat, and Willow leaned into her shoulder comfortingly.

“That was really brave, Luz,” she said, and Luz shook her head.“No, it wasn’t. It was stupid. My Mami was right, I have a terrible habit of making enemies.”

“Theseus is an enemy,” Gus assured her, “but now we at least have some information.”

“Yeah, like how Amity is in Kansas City,” Willow said. “We can go get her tomorrow morning.”

“That, and that the man in the mountain is more scared of Luz than we originally thought.”

“What?” Luz sat up and looked at Gus like he had three heads. Gus shrugged his shoulders. “Theseus was trying really hard to cover it up, but their plan is dangerous. He is trying to keep us away from the plan, not protect us from it.”

“That’s a bold assumption, Gus,” Willow said with a smile. “But it’s also optimistic! I like it.”

“What about the little detail that one of us is going to die?” Luz said with a frown. “I don’t like those odds at all.”

“We won’t know what’s happening with the prophecy until we find Amity,” Willow reassured her. “For all we know, he could have been lying to us to try and scare us into submission. We can’t think like that. Trying to change a prophecy never works.”

Luz groaned, covering her head with her hands. “This is so confusing. I’m sorry I dragged you guys into this mess.”

“We want to be here, Luz,” Gus said with a smile. “Besides, I always knew Theseus was not the greatest, but today my theory was actually proven!”

“Yeah, what a jerk.” Willow agreed. “Sorry we didn’t believe you, Gus.”

Gus rolled his eyes and nudged Luz playfully. “Don’t. I saw the way you guys looked at him. We can’t trust every attractive demigod we run into anymore.”

Willow blushed, but Luz laughed, nudging Gus back affectively. “He has a point.” Luz reached down to her lap and picked up the Tupperware Theseus had given her. “Do we think this is safe to eat? Because I’m starving and I don’t want to go find Amity on an empty stomach.”

Gus snatched it out of her hands. “Don't eat that! For all we know it could be poisoned. It's enemy food.”

Willow had completely ignored both Luz and Gus and was busy eating half of the sandwich. “I had some when he gave it to us. It’s safe.”

“Great!” Luz snatched the container out of Gus’s hands and popped it open, her mouth watering at the sight. It was a fresh PB&J on white bread and an assortment of crackers grapes and cheese. She dug in, finishing the contents in what must have been a record time.

Gus grumbled something about how we were risky and totally stupid, but he ate along with them. By the time they had finished, the three of them were sitting together comfortably, and Luz’s eyes were getting heavy. Willow nudged her with her shoulder.

“If you and Gus want to sleep, you can go ahead. I’ll take first watch.”

“Are you sure?” Luz definitely wanted to sleep, but she didn’t want to leave Willow watching by herself.

Willow chuckled, putting her backpack between her and Luz, so she could rest her head on it. Gus settled in next to Luz, resting his head on his own pack against Luz’s side.

“I’m sure. Try and catch some sleep. We don’t know when we’ll get another chance.”

On that happy note, Luz wasn’t sure how she would be able to get to bed with her mind whirling. But as soon as she rested the pack against her head, she found that she was so exhausted from the day’s events she fell right asleep.

The dreams came again, and Luz found herself standing in the mountain, hiding behind a huge metal shipping container. She poked her head out and saw the man in the mountain, his back turned to her, staring straight forward at a huge metal cage. Inside was a girl, no older than fifteen, dressed in white rags and sitting with her hands bunched up to her knees. Luz thought she might have been very pretty if she wasn’t looking so haggled, her copper-haired pulled back messily and her eyes sunken and tired. Despite her half hazard appearance, she was staring at the mountain man with disdain, like he wasn’t worth her time at all. Luz liked her instantly.

“Why won’t you just give in?” The man said angrily, slamming the base of his bronze staff into the ground. Luz had never seen him with the staff before, he usually had a sword. He was cloaked in dark robes, and Luz could see parts of a dark mask sticking out from the front of his head. “You’ve been here for weeks now. Your fire should have died long ago.”

“The fires of Olympus are not so easily extinguished,” the girl said softly, frowning at him. “As long as there is hope, I will remain here.”

“I will crush your hope beneath my feet!” the man roared, and Luz flinched at the volume. The girl in the cage did not seem so easily frightened, and instead, her eyes flickered beyond the man and towards Luz. The two of them made eye contact, and Luz was shocked to her core by the warmth that flooded through her. Her eyes were the color of dying embers, and Luz couldn’t help but smile.

“Hope remains,” the girl said, but not to the man. She was looking directly at Luz. “And so I remain.”

Luz didn’t realize the dream had shifted until she was somewhere else. She was standing in a huge room reminiscent of an old ballroom. The tiles were white and smooth, and the walls had a golden wallpaper draping them. Everything inside was expensive, but the furniture was pushed against the wall like it wasn’t needed. Outside the polished white windows, Luz saw a massive garden and a long driveway, and then towards the street, she saw a stone plaque that read “1200 West, 55th Street”.

As Luz turned her attention back to the center of the room, she did a double-take. There was Amity, chained to the middle post with her eyes closed, looking worse for wear. She was still in the clothes she had worn when she left camp two weeks before, and she was grubby, with cuts and bruises all over her body. Luz lunged forward to help her, but the sound of laughing from another room startled her so badly she diverted and slide behind one of the expensive sofas hiding from view.

Two men emerged, talking amicably with each other.

“I don’t know how you managed to get away, you’re bound by eternal oath.” The first said, and Luz peaked over to get a closer look. He was a tall and skinny man dressed in simple white cotton pants and a blue shirt, with long black curly hair that sat messily on his head.

“I haven’t technically broken any oath yet,” the second said, grinning deviously. He was much larger than the first man, with muscles on muscles. He wore a sleeveless white shirt that was so tight Luz could see the outline of his stomach, jeans, and white sneakers. His dark hair was close-cropped to his head, and he had two swords hanging loosely on his belt. “Belos can wait a little longer. Besides, this is in his best interest. The prophecy says so.”

He reached down towards Amity, cupping her chin with his index finger and thumb, and Luz felt a snarl pulling itself angrily from her lips. She tried to rush forward but her limbs felt like lead, and she was frozen in place.

“She doesn’t look good. Keep her alive until the other kids get here. I put a bottle of nectar in the fridge.”

“Belos better come through with his promise.” The first said lowly, crossing his arms. “Taking out three demigods on my own is not how I planned to enjoy my new life.”

“You will be compensated for your work,” the second said with a shrug. “If there is one thing he is, it’s practical. He appreciates your time and effort on our joined mission.”

The first sniffed disdainfully, “very well.” He looked over at Amity, and his eyebrows pinched in concern. “Are we sure she’s breathing? You know I don’t do well with pets…”

Luz was interrupted by something shaking her violently, and she woke up with a yelp, her head smacking into something. She groaned in pain, rubbing her forehead.

“Ow!” Both she and Gus said at the same time.

Luz looked around and realized she was back on the bus, and that it was now almost dawn. The hard thing she’d collided with was Gus’ own head, and the boy was now standing up and leaning against the seat for support.

“That’s the last time I wake you up,” Gus moaned, shaking his head like it would get rid of the pain.

“We’re here,” Willow said, doing her best to stifle the laugh. “We just arrived at the Kansas City bus terminal. We have to get off and look for Amity.”

“No need,” Luz said certainly, standing up and throwing her backpack over her shoulder. “I know exactly where she is.”

[kpop-zone]

Twice reaction to their s/o being attacked by a sasaeng who doesn’t approve of their relationship

Encouragingly you squeezed the hand of your girlfriend next to you.

“It’s going to be fine.”

You said as confidently as possible, giving her a bright smile.

But you knew that a battlefield was probably awaiting you. It was one week since the news broke.

‘Twice member revealed dating’

Dispatch had done it again, revealing pictures of an idol kissing their significant other without them knowing. Unfortunately, it was your turn this time. It caused big turmoil, not only in JYP Entertainment but in the whole Kpop industry. You were the headline of every big newspaper and magazine and the paparazzi was dying to get a fresh picture of the two of you.

The bosses in JYP Entertainment decided that offense was the best defense to counteract rumors and false information. Therefore, you found yourself inside a car outside of the airport right now, waiting to be eaten alive by the mob. You thought, you should have given the public a little more time to digest the news, but in order for you to be allowed to keep seeing your girlfriend, you had to agree to the condition of her company to show yourselves public as soon as possible. Otherwise, they would forbid the relationship and tell the public that you had split up. Therefore, you agreed to their terms.

You took a last breath, before opening the door of the car, awaiting your nightmare.

Nayeon

You stood a little aside, waiting for all the girls to step out of the cars. Twice was flying to Japan for a concert, so you made sure that you didn’t crash their group picture. Once you entered the airport, you walked next to the managers, but stayed close to Nayeon, nevertheless, because she was nervously glancing over her shoulder over and over again, wanting to make sure that you were alright.

Suddenly, however, you felt a force from the side and actually needed to take a sidestep to not lose your balance. At first, you thought someone had just randomly bumped into you in the midst of all this turmoil, but then you realized the angry looking man next to you that started to insult Nayeon’s and your relationship.

You were totally taken aback, as was your girlfriend apparently, who stared at the man in disbelief. Suddenly, however, the look in her eyes changed and she stormed up to him, leaving a snarky comment about how pathetic he was. Then Nayeon’s focus shifted on you though. There was concern in her eyes.

“Are you hurt?”

She asked while stroking your arms, but you assured her that you were fine. From now on, Nayeon tightly took your hand in hers, not letting go of you and keeping an extra sharp eye on the people around you. She wouldn’t let this happen again.

Jeongyeon

Although you tried to calm her down, Jeongyeon was really anxious. Not because she was ashamed of the news, but because she was really scared for you. She had a really bad feeling about exposing you to the public that quickly. Therefore, she observed her surroundings with a sharp eye. She didn’t care whether a lot of pictures of her with a stern look would pop up on the internet today, she had to make sure that you were safe.

And her fears were justified.

You were almost at the security check when she could see a particularly aggressive fan pushing through the crowd, focusing on you. Quickly she grabbed your hand, pulling you behind her, leaving her face to face with the sasaeng instead. He started to insult your relationship, claiming that she would deserve a lot better and anger bubbled inside of her.

Quickly Jeongyeon turned around, pushing you through the crowd the last part of the way. When you were finally in a secluded area, she was really broody and mad, muttering curses underneath her breath. She couldn’t believe that it was 2020 and that fans like this still existed. She would talk with their managers later, asking for more security in the future.

Momo

You could see how nervous Momo was. She fidgeted with her fingers and her gaze never focused on anything, instead it shifted nervously from one spot to the next. She was intimidated by the whole situation, all those rumors and headlines made her really anxious. She didn’t like to let her fans down and she hated to upset other people. Therefore, she was more affected by the whole situation than you and you prayed that no one would say anything mean today.

But unfortunately, your prayers weren’t heard.

You were walking next to Momo, shielding her as best as possible from the crowd, when a sasaeng suddenly pushed you and you fell to the floor. Momo looked at you with wide eyes and you could see the tears welling up inside her eyes. Not listening to the comments of the sasaeng, you grabbed Momo’s hand, knowing that you needed to get her out of there as quickly as possible.

When you finally reached a quieter area, Momo still seemed distraught and she let her tears stream freely now. She apologized to you over and over again for getting you in so much trouble, but you pulled her closer, assuring her that it wasn’t her fault. The other girls joint you to lift  Momo’s mood and together you would have to look after fher the next weeks until the turmoil finally died down.

Sana

Sana had seen how the partners of idols were shredded after the exposure of their relationship by the public. Every little detail of them was exposed and they received a lot of hate. Therefore, she was really intimidated. She didn’t want that for you, so she was very nervous.

But she also had a responsibility towards her fans. She tried to pull herself together, sporting a bright smile for the cameras, waving to her fans like nothing had happened. Suddenly, however, she could hear loud gasps and when she looked to her side, she could see a sasaeng shoving you. In shock, she covered her mouth with her hand. She knew that fans could be intense, but she would have never guessed that they would become violent.

Completely ignoring the sasaeng and letting the security take care of him, she checked up on you, searching for your eyes to make sure that you were alright. Although she was still in shock, she tried to be strong for you now, guiding you through the crowd to a secluded area. Arriving there, she was still very concerned about you, bringing you snacks and drinks and planting sweet kisses all over your face. Her mind was racing, thinking about possibilities to prevent things like that to happen again.

Jihyo

Chaos wasn’t a word that Jihyo liked. She liked to be prepared and to be a good leader that brought consistency to her members. But today, she was the reason for the increased pressure on her group and she felt really guilty because of it. Her anxiety grew and she felt really uncomfortable stepping into the crowd, feeling all the eyes burning on her. A stern look was on her face and she knew that people would talk about her after seeing the pictures.

She tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths, but when a sasaeng suddenly threw something hard at you while yelling insults, her breathing technique failed. Anger and frustratin welled up in Jihyo and she started to yell at the sasaeng while tears welled up in her eyes. She just wanted everyone to disappear and to be left alone. Suddenly she could feel your fingers interlacing with hers, pulling her out of the crowd and she was very grateful.

If she would have been stuck there for a second longer, a panic attack would have probably taken over her body. Once you reached a calmer area, she immedialtey started to apologize to you, the group and also the managers. The members and you had to physically pull her to sit down and stop her rambling. In her mind, however, Jihyo was already planning her next steps. She should probably write a letter to the fans and also ask the company to increase their security.

Mina

The reveal of your relationship hadn’t been optimal. Mina was just back on her feet and she didn’t need all that fuss about her now. But at least you were by her side. She was glad that you were at the airport with her. She couldn’t stand to be under the sharp eye of the public without you.

She stayed close by your side while walking through the airport, frequently looking at you to calm herself on the one hand, but on the other hand to also check up on you. But when she suddenly heard a sasaeng starting to attack you with mean words, trying to break through the security, guilt washed over her. The only reason you were in this situation was her. If you weren’t dating her, you could have a normal girlfriend. She basically sprinted the last way to the security check after which less people would be around the two of you and you could spend the rest of the time until the flight in a secluded area.

Once the people had disappeared around you, she wanted to distance herself from you. The guilt was nagging at her and she wished that you would see that you deserved better than her. But you could see right through her, pulling her closer again. Mina apologized to you while cuddling further into you, deciding to be stronger for you in the future, so that you could carry the burden that the idol life imposed together.

Dahyun

Dahyun was known to be the sunshine of the group. She always made sure to flash a bright smile at all the cameras, making it her signature feature over time. Today she tried to be strong for you, but you could see in her eyes that she was just as nervous as you, so you interlaced your fingers and smiled at her. Together you could get through this.

When you walked into the airport, the people stormed to you from all sides, but at least none of them touched you. Dahyun kept waving at everyone and even took the fan letters of some, wanting to show everyone that her love for her fans hadn’t changed because of her relationship. Suddenly, however, a sasaeng separated Dayhun’s and your hand with force and you slightly winced in pain. Seeing the look on your face, Dahyun got angry and her cheery face disappeared.

“What is wrong with you?”

She angrily yelled at the sasaeng, turning around to grab your hand again. Her expression immediately softened when she looked at you, asking if you were in any pain. She kissed your hand when you were in a secluded are, apologizing for the sasaeng. She tried not to let this incident ruin her mood. She knew that there were a lot of supporting fans out there, too.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung was quite mad at the whole situation. She didn’t like to be exposed in the first place. It was her relationship, so it would have been her right to decide when she wanted it to be outed. And it the second place, she didn’t like that people felt entitled to judge her relationship. Therefore, the thought of making a public statement had been forming inside her head since the news broke.

When you walked through the airport, she tried to act as natural as possible. There was nothing wrong with spending time with your significant other in public. When suddenly a sasaeng stormed up to the two of you from the side, however, yelling mean comments at you, she snapped. She gave him a whole preach about the status that fans had in an idol’s life and how disgusted she was by people that invaded idol’s private lives.

The whole airport was quiet when Chaeyoung was finished and with a huff she grabbed your hand, pulling you behind her, while you had a big grin on your face. Your girlfriend might be tiny, but she definitely knew how to defend herself.

Tzuyu

Tzuyu liked when the attention was on her, but only when it was her decision. Right now, however, she was feeling uncomfortable. She didn’t make the decision that led to your relationship going public, so she didn’t like all the people storming in her direction, shoving their cameras into her face. On the outside, she looked calm and composed like always, but on the inside, she worried about how long this chaos would keep going.

Her hat was covering half of her face, but she kept turning around frequently to see if you were still alright. When she wasn’t looking, however, she could suddenly hear a lot of agitated chatter and when she looked back to you, she could see that you were laying on the floor. A sasaeng was standing next to you and it seemed like he had tripped you. He was shouting angrily at you and Tzuyu immediately made her way over.

She passive-aggressively bumped her shoulders against the sasaeng, making him stop his angry yelling in shock. Tzuyu helped you up, pulling you to a safer space where she kept mumbling angry comments under her breath. Her mood was definitely ruined for the day and the next time you accompanied her, she looked skeptically at all the fans, not trusting them quite as much anymore.

[gautierprotectionsquad]

Saint and the Sinner by Sam Burns review (contains spoilers)

Book 4 of the Wilde Love series.

I don’t know why i call these reviews. they’re more like reactions. I end up spending a large part of this post angry ranting about Brendan Quinn.

I thought this book might take place around the same time as book 2. At least chapter 1 is a scene that happened in book 2 in Owen’s pov. Also, great chapter title. “Owen Gets a Prologue, Sort Of.” I never mention them but the chapter titles for these books are pretty good. Not so much for book 3 bc book 3 was sad.

I headcanonned Owen as demiromantic and Mickey as demisexual before reading this book. I don’t really headcannon them as that anymore.

I’m glad there’s a barista showing concern for him. I love how this series gives it’s extras so much life within the story. They aren’t just bystanders, they’re people.

Oh wow. Mickey kissed him. Within the first chapter. How long has mickey been harboring those feelings? I do not mind a sex scene in chapter 1. Such a good sex scene.

“I have feelings.” He was terrified for a moment that Owen was saying he had feelings for him, and that would be the end of him. “And I show them all the time. Is that a problem?” Dude are you fking stupid? Owen’s had feelings for you since forever. You knows he’s been into you since he was 13.

wAIT. Mickey just assumed Key knew he was bi? OWEN had to be the one to tell him his brother had no clue? I honestly don’t know who’s stupider, mickey or key. When we first met mickey, liam said he was straight too. Are all his friends just assuming he’s straight bc he was dating Amy or is he just living life as he is but never explicitly saying he’s bi and just assuming his friends would figure it out? Like a part of me thinks he just doesn’t tell his friends stuff.

Also, damn owen. He definitely loves knowing he has that kinda power over mickey’s dick now.

I’m a bit worried that mickey is the guy brendan quinn has in mind as his replacement. Damn just confirmed right after i typed that. fuuuuck.

“You will be okay, O. No matter what, I’ll make sure you’re okay.”

So this is the first book where the conflicts do get in the way of the relationship. Both are dealing with an internalized and some external conflict (mostly mickey) at the prospect of actually being together and Mickey wants to back out. I mean, technically Jake also had the internal conflict of his grief and sexuality preventing him from asking Brian out but that’s not the same. Mickey and Owen have already slept together, but emotional feelings haven’t really been talked about and i don’t think either of them are going to talk about it honestly bc owen doesn’t want to scare mick away and mick doesn’t think he deserves nice things. Book 1 and 2, the lovers decide they like each other and that they want to keep them fairly quickly. Nothing gets in their way or convinces them they should “let them go” or whatever despite things trying to get in their way like an ex or the moral dilemma of dating someone while undercover. Mick, on the other hand, is trying to push Owen away. While trying not to be a dick.

So many romance novel protagonists, when trying to push their loved one away, DO try and succeed in being a dick.

“It had been the most amazing kiss, and the worst thing that had ever happened to Owen. After it, he’d been sure of two things. The first was that Mickey had feelings for him too. The second was that Mickey never intended to kiss him again.” Just like what I said. This type of angst wasn’t in the previous books. It’s like book 1 and 2 were almost identical and then Sam Burns decided to spice it up a bit.

“Or the fact that I hate writing research papers, even though I like doing research.” BITCH FUCKING SAME!

THE ANGST. Dammit Brenden Quinn. Why’d you have to say “you’re the boss.” In front of your son! “Mickey was pretty sure his leg wasn’t what was in danger of getting broken in this mess.” AAAHHH. BRENDEN FUCK YOU. he did it on purpose! HE KNEW. Asshole.

Maybe he just noticed Mick staring longingly, not that Owen loved him back or that they’ve kissed/slept together? He’s still a major asshole, crushing the heart of a guy who is family to him.

What’s the point of being supportive of them being gay if you hate every guy they choose for themselves and are the reason behind almost every breakup?

Mick’s chosen to talk to keegan about his problems. Good but also. God he’s so bad at-Couldn’t have softened the blow a little? Jesus. Key already knew he’s supposed to be the new boss and key’s the best person to talk to about that but the Owen situation. Thank you keegan for giving me a satisfying hilarious response. And telling him what he needed to hear. Love that Keegan is basically like “WOW good for Owen!”

So keegan’s vote is 1) you don’t want to be the boss anyway (so i guess he’s telling him to tell Brendan no?) 2) totally cool with you dating my brother. He’s an adult and can make his own choices. Don’t break it off bc you feel like he deserves better or whatever other stupid exuses you have. I love Keegan.

“For a fraction of a second, there was something that resembled real sadness in the old man’s eyes, but it disappeared almost as soon as he saw it.” So you feel bad now?

“Owen frowned. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to get a rise out of her. He wanted her to be angry. It didn’t make sense. Did he want her to be angry with him, or Mickey? “I slept with him.” God, Owen and Mick are so alike.

So Litty’s saying that Mick’s not like his father’s other thugs so Owen shouldn’t be treating him like one? That he shouldn’t be mad at him for working for his father. I think he’s allowed to be a little mad though bc Mick hates it. He’s only doing it bc he feels like he has to, that he has no choice. But i guess Owen has to learn to be ok with the idea that he might be the boss and choose to not care, to love him anyway. The way Joe doesn’t care that Keegan used to be a gangster or that he loves his dad despite the crime. The way Alex chose to love Liam even if he was in the mafia even though he didn’t really have to go through that moral dilemma bc Liam was actually a cop.

“Owen had always thought Mickey was working for his father because he didn’t think he had another choice. Surely, if he was going to be the man in charge, he had to know that he had all the choice. He did. Right?”

Is he going to invite Mick to hawaii with him?

They are both so fucking insecure jesus christ. Especially Mick which is what’s causing all this mess.

Hey mickey? Maybe don’t kiss a boy after you tried to break off any kind of relationship you could have had with him? Mickey should be more considerate of Owen’s emotions. He knows Owen has loved him since he was a teenager and he keeps breaking this poor kid’s heart because he keeps convincing himself he’s not good enough for him while still being too tempted to completely pull away.  “You can’t jerk me around like this. Make up your mind, dammit.” YEAH funicking tell him!

“I like people who aren’t afraid of me. Who tell me when I’m being a jackass.”

“You’re being a jackass.”

HAHA! Mickey actually says what he wants!

Ah shit they’re interrupted by the boss. Owen’s going to be so fucking mad when he finds out his dad has been encouraging Mick’s self loathing. Fucker.

Owen’s turn to talk to keegan.

So basically this book’s main conflict is Mick and Brendan’s self hatred. Hey Dudes! GET OVER YOURSELVES!

“And as long as Mickey was around their father every single day, there wasn’t a damn thing Owen could do to shake that hold, he was sure. The old man would call, Mickey would answer, and any progress Owen made would be lost.” So Owen is going to take him to hawaii? Oh. it’s more evil than that. He’s not inviting him. He’s going to trick him into thinking he’s in danger. And Keegan’s going to help.

So despite trying to pull them apart from each other, he can see his son wants mick still. That makes him more of an ass.  LET your children BE HAPPY goddammit. No you don’t know what’s best for them. Stop trying to ruin shit for them.

“Going to take him to Europe and lose his passport so he can’t come back to work?” Owen scowled. That was actually kind of clever. He wondered if it would have worked.” pfft.

No, i’m still mad at his dad though. He knew how his son felt about Mick and about the business and encouraged Mick to go deeper into it and acts like it’s ineffable just bc he thinks Mick and him are alike. You told Mick with your own words that you think Owen deserves better. You shut Mick down before he could even ask to date your son. Don’t you think you’re taking part in making him feel unworthy, in making him feel like he can’t be reformed? You knew your son was never going to want anyone else and you still pushed them apart bc you thought you knew better. It’s understandable for Owen to not hate him but I’m going to hate him.

So even though his dad kind of approved of Owen trying to take Mick away and win him over, they’re still going with their plan to trick Mick instead of simply having his dad not force Mick to his side and actually start telling him nice things and start -i don’t know- Stop trying to keep his son away from what he wants. What’s with the talk of him possibly never going to be able to come back home?

Pfft. so literally all he had to do was leave at an odd time and that was enough to freak Mick out? HAHAHAHAHA. I mean everything else is pretty standard and Keegan actually tried to ease his worry by telling him he was going on vacation (which he is). I thought the plan was keegan was going to call pretending to be worried about Owen on his trip, maybe lie and say some russians were there. Nope. What he did was completely normal, he just left at an odd time and took all his favorite stuff on his trip with him (which is...normal?). The only thing off is that he didn’t tell anyone about it. (except he did tell keegan. keegan just didn’t mention that.) Mickey’s such a mother hen for owen. He should have been hired as Owen’s bodyguard. Lord knew, he needed one in school. He did get bullied.

Now i’m thinking of an au where Mick was hired as owen’s bodyguard instead of hired to do errands.

“...Brendan...was watching him with something like curiosity.” so brendon is finally seeing it? The love and care and worry Mick has for his son?

For the first time in his life, Mickey’s patience with Brendan Quinn ran out. “With all due respect, sir, don’t you think Owen is more important than any of that?”

“I didn’t say he wasn’t,” Brendan countered. “Are you telling me that he is to you? More important than your job? Your future?”

Brendan’s testing him. He wants him to put his son before his work. He’s being difficult on purpose. I can understand the “being difficult and disapproving to force their child’s lover to have to prove themselves worthy of their kid” trope but this is different. Brendon’s known Mick for most of his life and encouraged him to go into a path that he knew would taint him when he could have gotten him legitimate work. I feel like it’s unfair. Yeah, Mick needed to learn to tell the old man to fuck off and choose Owen above Brendan but i feel like Brendan was playing unfair.

The classic run to the airport because you realized you’re in love and you’re scared you’re never going to see them again.

I feel like i’m missing the point/not meeting the book where it’s at. The book is leading me somewhere but I’m not following it. I’ve felt it since that “heart to heart” between Owen and his dad. When his dad finally conceded a bit and encouraged Owen to go after what he wants. I’m still holding it against Brendan bc I feel like this conflict is all his fault. I blame Brendan for breaking his son’s heart by giving the empire to someone he knew his son was in love with, knowing how much his son hated the business. But the story is treating it like the conflict is mostly Mick’s fault, which, some of it is, but Mick might not feel as undeserving if it wasn’t for Brendan. If Brendan weren’t so fucking difficult to deal with, there wouldn’t be so much less conflict.

I wish Owen and Mick got to communicate with each other more. I don’t know how close this book is to ending but I’m going to leave this book disappointed if it ends soon bc these idiots spent most of it away from each other and didn’t talk about what they wanted enough. I mean, they had sex, then Mick pushed him away, then owen found out mick was the new boss, then owen avoided him for a while, then mick kissed him and told him what he wanted but owen couldn’t say anything back bc brendan called, then owen went on his trip and mick is following bc he loves him. I didn’t really get to see them spend time with each other that much.

You don’t give something to a poor kid who has never asked for anything in his life and then ask him for 10x more and expect him to not say yes to everything and only agree to what he wants too. Brendan talks about mick’s criminality like it’s who he is and not something brendan forced him to do. Mick never felt like he had a choice in the matter. Brendan built his empire from the ground up bc he wanted it. MICK DOESN’T WANT THIS. He is NOT Brendan! he feels sick to his stomach doing this work and only says yes to you cause you never let him know he could say no. i wanted brendan to feel guilty. Instead he’s probably going to die and the book is going to treat it like it’s all sad and i’m going to be PISSED. Bc you dont get to mold a kid into a criminal than hold that against him when he finally says he WANTS something.

The book is not looking at the full picture it painted. It’s not judging brendan for the choices he’s made. It’s not examining them. It’s not blaming him. It’s a dick move to ask so much from mick and then shut him down before he could even ask to date your son when he has never asked you for anything. And then hold stuff  YOU MADE HIM DO against his character. WTF. he only ever asked for something once and you told him to his face that he didn’t deserve it.

Brendan better not die before Mick gets to say to his face that he never wanted any of this. That he only ever worked for him bc he felt like he owed him. That the only thing mick and brendan have in common is a love for family and loyalty and a love for Owen and Keegan.

It’s kind of frustrating the way Owen and Mick talk about Mick continuing to work for Brendan. He doesn’t want to keep working the business bc he actually enjoys it; He just doesn’t think he’s qualified to do anything else. He never got a chance to figure out what he wants to do with his life. He doesn’t like his job. Owen has to keep saying that he’s fine with Mick still working for his dad if he wants-owen isn’t going to force him to quit-but it’s just so frustrating bc this is with the assumption that Mick wants that.

Okay. i just needed to let out my anger. Let’s pretend brendan doesn’t exist or matter or has ever had any affect on the decisions made by mick.

“This was the trip Mickey had talked about taking for years, since he was a kid. And Owen was taking him—had tricked him into it” this is actually really sweet.

God he should have pulled the prank on him pretending he forgot the condoms. I could just imagine the reaction; it would have been so funny!

Since they’ve already been in love with each other before the book started the last words aren’t going to be their first i love you’s in the story like the previous books.

“We could be married. If you wanted.”  They both froze.  “Mickey?” Owen whispered. “Did you just half-assed ask me to marry you in a swimsuit shop?”  “May-be?”

I can’t believe he said marry me before he said i love you.

“Fuck, O, I love you so much.” 7 pages after.

They get to spend a lot of time together thanks to this trip. It’s very cute.

He DOESN’T. He’s just a pessimistic ass who doesn’t say out loud how much he hates it and doesn’t think himself capable of doing anything else. The book’s solution is to have Mick working for Brendan’s legitimate construction company but I don’t think that’s a real answer? The REAL answer would be to give Mick a chance to figure out what he’s passionate about; to finally accept that he’s worthy of getting the things he wants and to not think so lowly of himself. He’s not a poor kid desperate for money and food anymore and hasn’t been for a long time. Plus Keegan and Owen would totally be ok with supporting him financially while he gets the qualifications to do what he wants. He needs to learn that he can ask for and accept help without having to pay anyone back. He’s allowed to want things.

It just feels weird that book 1 was about Alex, who quit law school and got disowned so that he could crash on his friend’s couch with nothing but the clothes on his back and his philosophy textbooks bc he reached for what he was actually passionate about and here we are, the last book in the series, and the topic of Mick trying to find something he’s passionate about isn’t even discussed or explored at all. This book’s conflict is more than just Mick wanting to be with Owen but feeling like he owes Brendan and needs to do what Brendan wants. Wanting to be with Owen but working as a criminal. It’s about Mick not being able to accept any act of kindness without feeling like he has to pay them back tenfold. It’s about him feeling like he’s not allowed to want for anything because he’s already been given more than he thinks he deserves.

yeah he’s accepting a ceo position for brendan’s construction company but does he want that? Or does he just want to work a legal job and he would

have accepted it no matter what it was (except working at Wilde’s bc that would be too easy). Is he accepting it without argument bc he feels like he can ask for this or bc Brendan’s just handing it to him and it’s no different than continuing to say yes to whatever Brendan wants-it’s just now he’s saying no to illegal stuff.

“Plus, if he’s halfway out, it’s not crushing his soul the same way, right?” It’s this shit right here! Mick never says he doesn’t want to work for Brendan bc it’s crushing his soul, because he hates killing, because he doesn’t WANT to, out loud. He says it’s because he doesn’t want to hurt Owen. “I don’t want Owen to get a visit saying I’m not coming home. I don’t want him to see my face all over the news if I get busted and put away. I want him to be happy.” That’s what he says when he’s asked why he wants to quit the business. And it’s really frustrating??? At least Brendan finally acknowledged that Mick and he are not the same, that Brendan would kill his best friend to reach a goal but Mick wouldn’t kill his. Except Mick would rather not kill anyone if he can avoid it.

Anyway we’re close to the end. We’ve got a wedding scene.

“She snorted and rolled her eyes in disgust.“Yeah, but they thought you were straight. So now they just think everybody’s bisexual, especially if they want it to be true.” gross.

“Poor thing was so embarrassed when he started leering at your brother that he apologized to me.” dude

“Holy hell,” Keegan whispered. “You’re really in love with my brother.”\Mickey peered up at him. Was he kidding? In fact, Keegan

looked completely sincere. “Um, duh? I better love him. We’re getting married in, like, five minutes.” asdfghjklkjhgfds

We get a domestic shopping scene and christmas. Mick is happy with the office job he has. And Owen’s still trying to figure out what to do with his degree since no fbi agency would accept him bc of his crime family. Based no that domestic shopping scene and “He didn’t even know who’d done the decorating in the Quinn house. Wilkes, probably. Whoever it was, they’d done a magnificent job.” this, Owen might become an interior decorator? With a criminal justice degree.

Mick to key about jon “You’re dating Mister Rogers.”

“Heh. Mickey’s husband.” same energy as “heh. Wife” - vespa ilkay

“Jon was unreasonably pleased with the personalized monogrammed handkerchiefs that Mickey bought him, and he even had a smile for Brendan when the man told him that his gift was that he hadn’t bought the fed “a damned thing.”

“Owen gave Keegan a copy of the Kama Sutra as a joke, and was horrified when Keegan gave him a satisfied smile, handed it back to him, and told him he already had one.” hold on. “The Kama Sutra is an ancient Indian Sanskrit text on sexuality, eroticism and emotional fulfillment in life. Attributed to Vātsyāyana, the Kama Sutra is neither exclusively nor predominantly a sex manual on sex positions, but written as a guide to the art of living well, the nature of love, finding a life partner, maintaining one's love life, and other aspects pertaining to pleasure-oriented faculties of human life” ok.

Mick never killed jimmy. He mentioned at the beginning of the book that he lied to the old man a lot. This is what he meant. Brendan would order someone dead and he’d find a way to not do that while still making it look like he did what the boss wanted.

Brendan died not from sickness but he got shot on the job. Died trying to do the right thing. Penny, the asshole who kidnapped Alex in the first book, is out of jail and is the new boss of the mafia crime business.

The Quinn family house gets turned into “The Brendan Quinn Shelter for Homeless LGBT Teens.” COOL!

Last words are I love you.

THE END

[7-oh-ta1]

*hands u a card* this here is called a "tea card" and it allows u to talk shit about ayushiki for a temporary period of time. Go off the shits my dude

*looks at my Discord status* I feel like I've used my quota but... ah well! I am down to vent. GOD I hope you're ready cause I got a lot to say about a particular scene this time.

Basically rn it's just sdfhjkk constantly seeing Ay*shiki all the time and not being able to just vibe with the COPA community cause they always bring it up and I have to leave the convo cause I don't want to always be like "I personally don't like that ship" (meaning I don't want to talk about it) and everyone say "that's okay!" but then continue on about it until another fan joins the convo to pep talk Yoshiki and eventually the original topic is gone and I'm just. sittin there. I feel like not liking a popular ship shouldn't exclude you from a fandom?? but the rift is always there.

As for the ship itself, l o o k everybody b knowing how I feel about it so I don't want to like say the same things over and over.... BUT. Obsession =/= Love.

Instead of "UwU Yoshiki deserved better" can we talk about how Ayumi deserves better? Why are we blaming the woman here? Because she legitimately doesn't like him romantically so SHE'S the bad guy? Hm.

When I was in junior high "I WOULD DIE 4 U WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME" was romantic but UH if you don't see anything wrong with that sentence as an adult what the fuck. It's emotional manipulation and I hate it. People don't understand that I KNOW men like that irl and the last thing you want is for one of them to be your "knight". They're obsessive. They're creepy. A man who bows to your every single whim sees you as a prize to be won, something to lure in and keep forever, while simultaneously trying to control you by yelling, "but I saved you!! you should be grateful and kiss me!!" DOES ANYONE ELSE FIND THAT INCREDIBLY DISTURBING. I've been around toxic people an ex-best friend of mine is an emotional manipulator and that's the shit he said.

"If you don't love me, I'll die."

"Just shut up and listen to me."

"Don't poke the bear."

"How can you talk to me like that after everything I've done for you?"

Like when men puff out their chest and hold up their shoulders and yell, just to scare you and shut you up. Yoshiki did that to Ayumi. And that shit doesn't fly with me. Bet Ay*Shiki shippers ignore the scene or blame the situation on Ayumi because Yoshiki can never do anything wrong or take responsibility for his actions cause they all relate to him too hard and don't want to be held accountable for their own actions irl and he's simply just too precious UwU

You know the scene at the entranceway, the one where Ayumi calls Yoshiki names? YEAH. That one. She gets angry with him for implying that he was going to leave without finding Ms. Yui and the others first, and after lecturing him he gets mad back, and then she calls him names.

L I S T E N TO ME. Ayumi is FOUR ELEVEN AND HAS THE WAIST OF A TOOTHPICK. When you're physically small like that, WORDS are your WEAPON. Ayumi and Yoshiki were in the same friend group yes, and she trusts him due to that, but he's not super friendly or her close friend AT ALL. He's BIGGER THAN HER. I was 4'11 for a large part of my junior high years before my growth spurt. When you're tiny like that, and a larger man is yelling at you, YOU GET DEFENSIVE. YOU YELL BACK. HAVE YOU EVER FOUGHT A MAN IRL PEOPLE, THEY GET PHYSICAL FAST AND YOU HAVE TO CUT THEIR EGO BEFORE THEY HIT YOU. Would Yoshiki ever hit Ayumi? NO. NEVER. But Ayumi doesn't KNOW that. She knows he's a bratty delinquent that's always staring at her. WHY would she think otherwise?! I've been in her position I KNOW how she was feeling. She had to defend herself, in her mind.

So how does Yoshiki take being called names?? Not well!! In fact, HE LASHES OUT MORE AND SCARES HER INTO SHRINKING BACK AND SHUTTING UP. Only when she's quiet like he wants her to be does he stop yelling in her face. Hm. goals. I'd tap that. We love men physically intimidating women into silence. It's romantic, even. (She also sneaks in a quiet snide remark to have the last word and I Love That)

Not to mention how aggressive the shippers are. I don't mind toxic ships or try to police people. I really don't care/mind people enjoying the ship and character because if you like it than that's amazing for you and you should enjoy it to it's full extent! Gush, draw fanart, write fanfics, do what makes your heart sing!

But I don't have to like it. I don't have to respond positively to it. Surprisingly, I can also talk about how much I don't like it. I know, it's a shocker, but I can express my distaste whenever I want to. If I talked as much shit on Yoshiki as they do Morishige or Misuto I'd be banned. Like I don't have the right too.

I can literally criticize him AND the ship all I want, he's not a real person, I'm not putting anyone down. Why the hell is me criticizing a character so personally offensive to them fr? The more they act self righteous and try to shit on me where they think I can't see but act nice to my face, and straight up lie about me, the less I like the ship and the character. Like. They just show me everything that is wrong with them and their ship. Their representation of how toxic the ship can be through how defensive they it is on point tho. Can't complain there. I won't lie when I see something small like my status send someone into a rage "yOU Can'T dIsLiKe mY ShIP" I smile like "yep... show how insecure you are by vaguing and only talking to people who agree with you. it's adorable how easy it is to set you off."

If you're one of those people reading this, spread this amongst yourselves to get pissed at it and my point is proven. :) This post is general about my most recent run ins, not anyone in particular, but if you think this is about you and get mad well.... if the shoe fits? Wear It.

[glitterslag]

Any Day of The Year - Roger Taylor x Reader (Valentine’s Day)

GUYS i’m literally so buoyed up by all the nice things people have said about Booty Call & its put me in the mood to just write and write and never stop SO here’s a silly little roger blurb thing i just wrote in one go because to be honest i’ve still got so many valentine’s feels and i’m not ready for the love to be over!!  i had to get this out even though it was 2 days ago    D E A L  W I T H  I T

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, smut

Summary: Modern day AU. You’ve broken up with your boyfriend and your friend Roger doesn’t want you to be alone on Valentine’s Day.

1.

“Prick.” Rog mumbled absentmindedly, mouth full of a cigarette as he chucked takeaway menus and unopened post everywhere, searching the cluttered kitchen counter for his lighter. “I’ll kill him.”

“It’s here, idiot.”

He turned to you, sat on the sofa with your arm held out, zippo in hand. He walked over to stand in front of you, staring down at you while you lit his cig for him.

“Has he cheated on you?” He demanded. 

“No, Rog.” You said gently, sighing. 

He raised a bemused eyebrow, hands on hips. 

“Well what happened, then?” 

He asked it as though he’d never heard of any other reason to break up with someone. In fact, he probably hadn’t. 

You just shrugged, looking anywhere in the room but at him. 

“Just said it wasn’t gonna work out.” 

“Wanker.”

“Yeah.” 

Roger flopped down next to you on the settee, arms spread over the back as he blew smoke at the ceiling. 

“You bothered?” He said, eyeing you quickly before he dropped his head back again, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. 

“A bit,” you mused. It wasn’t like the two of you had been going out long. “It’s more the fact that it was only the day before Valentine’s Day. Wish he could’ve waited, you know? Now I don’t have anything to do.” 

Roger chuckled, letting his outstretched arm come down to rest on your shoulders. It was always straight to the point with you two. 

“Saving himself a good fifty quid by not taking you out for dinner, mind.” He said to himself, staring at something far-off with awed eyes. “I like his style.” 

You shoved him hard, and he dropped the deadpan act in exchange for a hearty laugh. 

“Not funny.” 

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2.

Valentine’s was probably the only night of the year Roger Taylor didn’t have a date. 

Bad for his rep, he said, to be seen out with a girl on Valentine’s Day. Couldn’t be doing with them getting any ideas, thinking he was looking for relationships and romance. Besides, he could get laid any other day of the week. 

He was happy to stay in with you, eating pizza all night and keeping you distracted from the heartbreak of losing Jonty. 

“It’s Jeremy!” You hissed at him for the twelfth time. “And I am NOT heartbroken.” 

He shrugged easily and popped open a beer, grinning. 

“Whatever.” 

Roger never liked your boyfriends, and couldn’t ever pretend to be too upset when it all went pear-shaped (which it usually did). He’d always give the stupidest reasons, like not liking a guy’s hair or that his jeans fit badly, and even once because he “didn’t like the way he ate his cereal”. 

A few too many bottles of beer later and you were starting to wonder whether he was right, though, scrolling up through yours and Jeremy’s old text conversations, trying to pin-point the exact moment it had all gone wrong this time.  

You had Rog temporarily distracted, trying to make sense of the pizza menu whilst tipsy and not wearing his glasses, squinting and muttering to himself darkly. 

“I keep telling you to get contacts.” You said, half irritated, and he looked up and noticed what you were doing. 

“Are you reading old texts?!” 

You made a move to hide your phone. Too slow, he snatched it away from you. 

“Stop it!” You protested, making grabby hands at him. He held it high above your head. 

“You’ll only drunk text him.” He warned, as if he had all of a sudden become the authority on all things romantic, and you rolled your eyes, annoyed. 

“What kind of pizza should I get?” 

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3.

Roger could be a gent, when he wanted. He provided the beers and paid for the pizza (you’d usually always go halves on takeaways) and his unspoken sympathy offering didn’t go unnoticed. 

He also knew how to be a little shit. 

When the delivery man had smiled and told the two of you to have a good night, Roger had shot him an evil grin, taking the pizza box under one arm and pulling you into his side. 

“Oh, I will mate.” He’d said, roughly grabbing your arse as you stifled a squeal. “If you know what I mean.”

He gave your bum a playful slap, winked at the blushing pizza boy and swung the apartment door shut in his face. 

“ROGER!” 

He just burst out cackling as you shoved him away. 

You tutted to yourself as you took the food back into his bedroom, getting yourselves settled on the bed. You felt bad for the poor boy. He couldn’t have been any more than sixteen. 

You weren’t really angry, though. It was all in good fun. You knew Rog could never talk to you ugly or touch you ugly. 

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4.

“Hey this pizza’s shaped like a heart!” You exclaimed, pleased, as you opened the box. “Valentine’s Day, and all that. I love Pizza Hut!”

Roger peered in. 

“Cute.” He commented, reaching for your confiscated phone in his back pocket. “Should instagram it.”

You froze, watching him as he fumbled with the password. 

“Rog, don’t.”

“Why?”

You reddened, answering him in the smallest of voices.

“Don’t want Jeremy to see it.” 

He put your phone away, but scoffed at you nevertheless. 

“Why d’you care?”

You didn’t say anything. 

As mugged off as you were feeling, you could never bring yourself to do something like that. Even though it had been him who dumped you, you wouldn’t want Jeremy to think you were on some kind of date only a day after the breakup. 

“Fine,” Roger started casually, searching the bed for his own phone. “I’ll just post it on mine.” 

You eyed him warily. 

“Why would you do that? You hate all that cheesy stuff.”

He ignored you, hovering over the bed on his knees so he could take his picture from above. 

“Does Jeremy follow you?” You asked uneasily. 

He still wouldn’t answer. 

“Roger!”

“What?” He said defensively, and you watched him helplessly as he posted the picture. “Got to give him something to be jealous about.” 

“You better hadn’t have tagged me!”

“He needs to realise how much of a prick he’s been.” He replied simply, as if that explained everything, leaning back on his hand and stuffing a slice of pepperoni into his big fat mouth. 

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5.

A couple more beers later and you were snogging in a giggly heap and to be honest, the only thing you could think was how much of a miracle it was that it hadn’t happened sooner. His tongue tasted like garlic mayo, and you weren’t even mad about it. 

You knocked a beer bottle over in the process and realised you were far too drunk for this, and had it been anyone else but him it could never have been a good idea. You felt bad about Jeremy for what - a second? But it was Roger for christ’s sake. He couldn't exactly be one to judge. 

“Bet you didn’t think you would be getting it in tonight.” You said, strained, tongue poking out a little as you tried to wiggle out of your skinny jeans. 

“I mean I was kind of hoping.” He looked at you apologetically, scratching his head. “Is that allowed?”

After a few unsuccessful attempts to bend you over (”why d’you keep turning round?” “Because I want to look at you you fucking idiot!”) Roger conceded. 

“Fine.” He huffed, flipping you back over and rolling his eyes like it was some big chore. You bounced a little, giggling. “Guess we’ll have to do it the ‘romantic’ way.” 

Oh what a shame. 

You could practically hear the air quotes in his voice, but he smushed his face into your neck all the same, nuzzling at you with his nose as he pushed back into you. You sighed dreamily, running your fingers through his hair, and judging by the size of his smile against your skin he wasn’t really all that opposed. 

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6. 

Ten minutes later and you were both dressed again, back to stealing his pizza crusts like it was any other night. He searched for something to watch on Netflix and you rested your head against his shoulder. Easy.

“We did it the wrong way around.” You remarked sleepily, and he didn’t understand what you meant. 

“It’s supposed to be Netflix and then chill.” You explained. “We did the chilling part first.” 

He winced, chuckling. 

“I don’t think it specifies the order, babe.” 

It wasn’t until a little while later, when you’d nearly fallen asleep, that he finally looked down at you, voice low and eyes suddenly serious.

“The only thing I’ve done in the wrong order was leaving this until tonight instead of doing it two years ago.”

He pressed a kiss low on your neck, then, suddenly making you feel very sober, and your heart was beating so fast you had to turn away. 

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The One Where Mandy Loses Her Tongue

Please read the TWs before you read this fic.

TW: graphic depictions of violence, character death, explicit sexual references/content, child abuse, cursing, aggressive language, sexual assault/non-con, sexual explicit references/content, read the title y’all if you can’t read a very detailed scene about a girl getting her tongue cut out- then don’t read this

“I expect to see these crops harvested and prepared by sundown. Do you understand?”

Mandy nods her head, being sure to keep her gaze away from the man’s face. Eye contact isn’t allowed. At age 12, Mandy has learned the radier’s rules, which ones need to be followed to the letter, and which ones she can break with minimal consequences. Direct acknowledgment is not one she can get away with.

“Good. Now go.”

With no hesitation Mandy takes off for the fields, making sure to watch her footing so she doesn’t accidentally trample over the freshly budding tato plants. If she ruined them she’d be in a lot of trouble. The other slaves have already begun the days harvest, but that morning Mandy had been on water collection duty, which means the easy part of her day has already been done. When she was younger the others helped her so that she didn’t fall behind, they would help her dig and plant, often times cutting their own deadlines close. Now, however, she’s old enough to fend for herself, and with no parents to speak of, she really is alone.

It’s nearly the end of the day when she finishes shucking the last of the corn. Her fingers are bruised from the digging she had to do with her bare hands, but the pain she feels doesn’t matter when her eyes fall on the forgotten basket of razorgrain.

Terror claws at her throat, stealing her breath and sending her into a panic. There’s not nearly enough time to strip the grain before sundown. Desperately she glances around, searching for someone to help her, but no one is near, they’ve all gone in for their evening duties. Mandy doesn’t know what to do. Does she try and finish her taskings, or does she go inside and do her nighttime chores?

In the end she decides to try and finish, she can feel the heat of tears as they try and escape, blurring her vision and making her job more difficult. She’s nearly full on sobbing by the time her handler shows, fury visible on his face. Before she can even think to come up with an excuse he’s grabbing her by the throat and lifting her onto her feet.

With the combination of his hand and her emotional distress she finds that she can’t breathe. Fear trickles into her mind as the edges of her vision start to blur and turn black. The raider is yelling at her, distantly she hears his voice, but he sounds far away, like he’s standing at the end of a tunnel. Then, suddenly, the pressure is gone and she’s gasping for air as she lies on the ground. There’s a sharp pain as his foot meets her stomach, and she swears a rib cracks, but the pain there is nothing compared to her throat and lungs as they desperately try and get her the oxygen she needs.

“-you don’t get off the fucking floor right this second I’ll fucking kill you.” His words register quickly and Mandy manages enough wits to get onto her feet. Then a hand is in her hair, dragging her towards the barn. She doesn’t dare struggle, or call out in pain. Her breathing isn’t easy and the pain in her ribs is fracturing out, desperately she hopes nothing has broken.

The doors open and she’s not at all surprised to see a group of raiders sitting around the campfire, rage and delight mixed in their expressions. That night they beat her so badly she can’t move for three days.

Seven years later and Mandy is thriving under her new owners. She’s been with them for four years and even through they’re raiders, they treat her just fine. Punishments are few and far between, and she’s old enough to keep up with the steady workflow. The ease of the rules has made her rebellious, snarky, sarcastic. She gets away with it under Lytle, he’s strict and demanding, but at the same time he’s understanding and kind. The raiders he keeps treat her more as a worker than a slave, and she has his influence to thank.

The horrors of her childhood haven’t been forgotten, but the wounds - both physical and mental - have been allowed to heal in this new environment. Gouges that went to the bone, ones she never imagined would ever heal, have shrunk down to tiny cuts and scrapes, there, but easily pushed past. Never would she have ever guessed that she’d be happy as a slave, but she’s as close as she can get.

The day she wakes to find Lytle dead is the worst of her life, so far.

The group of raiders that wake her, still covered in his blood, remind her so much of her old owners that she finds herself flinching away from them. She doesn’t put up a fight as they steal her from what she’s come to think of as her home, but her legs give out when she sees the state of Lytle’s body. What’s left of it.

The laugh at her as she cries, call her a whore, a raider’s slut, ask her if he was a good lay while he was alive. She doesn’t bother to tell them that Lytle never touched her, that he treated her less like a slave and more like a daughter. Instead she cries, trying to force the image of his bloody and broken body from her mind. It doesn’t work, and she’s left shivering and sobbing as they thrust her into the back of a cart.

At 19, Mandy finds herself back under the ownership of a group of angry, violent, abusive, and dangerous raiders. She disgusted with how easy it is to fall back into her old habits, her cowering, the fear, an inability to look someone in the eye. Two weeks into her new job, she makes a mistake.

Under Lytle and his gang she was allowed to speak her mind, tease the group a little, offer her ideas. She forgets that she can’t do that here.

Findley, her newest owner, is planning an operation for taking over a rival gang’s territory. Mandy is off to the side of the room, trying to make herself as small and unnoticeable as possible. However, she can’t help but listen in.

“I say we go around the tunnels, try and flank them.”

Before she can stop herself she’s snorting quiet laughter. “Sounds like a good way to get yourselves killed.”

The silence that rings out is like a punch to the gut, and she can feel the air whip out of her. This is not good.

“What did you say?” The question comes from who she has worked out to be Findley’s second in command, Logan.

She turns slowly, careful to look at the floor. “Nothing, I said nothing.”

Logan’s face twists as he squints his eyes at her, obviously angry at her denial. “Don’t fucking talk again.”

“Now hold on.” Findley rises from his chair to stand between her and Logan. “If the girl has something to say, maybe we should listen.” There isn’t a person in the room that doesn’t throw him an incredulous and confused look. It’s completely out of character for him, and that makes nervousness clump in her stomach like a rock. He turns to her, “speak.”

It is not a request.

Still, she has trouble finding her voice. It comes out quiet, even to her own ears, “I was only saying that-”

“Speak up,” Findley shouts, causing her to jolt back, “you wanted to be heard, well, we’re listening.”

Mandy swallows, feeling the fear as it climbs up her throat. All of the raiders are looking at her and she hates it, she just wants to fade into the shadows. Still, she won’t disobey him. “Going around the sewers isn’t a good idea. There are snipers in the buildings surrounding it. They’d kill you before you even saw them.” A few heads tilt at that information, it’s not something she should know, she answers their questions without being asked. “I used to work under the group you’re going against. I know their hiding spots, and while the tunnels have ferals, they’re a lot safer than the streets.”

Findley’s eyes shine as she speaks, clearly delighted. It terrifies her. “Well, well, looks like it was a good thing she spoke up, isn’t it boys?” The raiders all nod their heads enthusiastically. When he turns back to her the delight is gone, replaced with an icy hatred. “Too bad you spoke out of turn, slave.”

There’s no chance for her to run, or fight back, as Findley jumps forward, catching her by the hair and tossing her to the floor. Her skull cracks against the floor with a sickening thud and she immediately feels light-headed, but doesn’t pass out. His knees crush her arms and his ankles hold down her hips. She can’t move anything but her legs. As soon as she realises that, a pair of hands wrap around her ankles, pinning her to the ground.

His hand wraps around her jaw, squeezing so hard she knows there will be bruises. “Do you know what I do to snarky little girls who speak out of turn?” A thousand images of what he could do to her flash though Mandy’s mind, none seem plausible, but all possible. He sneers, leaning is so close she can smell his disgusting breath. “I make sure they can never speak again.”

At first, she thinks that he means to kill her, then he pops open her mouth with one filthy hand and reaches for his knife with the other. Too late she realizes what is about to happen. In her desperation she goes to bite down on his hand, anything to keep the sharp steel from entering her mouth. All this does is make him mad, and his fingers tighten over her jaw, forcing her teeth to part.

An animal like scream tears from her as the serrated edge meets her flesh and a white hot pain stems from her mouth and crests down over her entire body. Her exclamations of pain are drowned out as blood fills her mouth and begin to trickle down her throat. Coughs tear from her as her body tries to expel the liquid that’s pooling, it sprays over Findley’s face, but he doesn’t seem to care. The last thing she sees before she passes out is his face, covered in blood, smirking down at her.

When she wakes up, she’s still on the floor, but the room is empty and she’s alone. Judging from the blood that hasn’t yet dried on her skin or the floor, she hasn’t been unconscious for long.

Then she sees it. Her tongue.

The taste of iron and dirt is no longer present in her mouth, in fact, she can’t taste anything. She goes to speak, to scream, to call for help, but no words come out, only muffled gargles that send her into tears. Alone in the room Mandy cries, she cries until there are no more tears, then, on unsteady legs, she lifts herself off the ground and makes her way to what passes for a doctor around here.

When she enters the medbay Deborah, a slave medic, turns to her. “How can I-” Her face pales when she looks over Mandy. “My god, what did they do to you?”

There’s not even enough energy in her to cry. She goes to speak, before remembering that she can’t. And, oh, look at that, she does have a few more tears. Deborah rushes over to her, already brandishing a wet cloth. As she wipes away the blood and tears she asks questions that go unanswered, until finally Mandy steps back and points to her mouth.

Confusion quickly turns to understanding which then morphs into horror. Mandy can see her own tears reflected in Deborah’s face. “Oh, my poor child.” The older woman wraps Mandy in her arms, holding her tightly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” They stay like that for a long time until Deborah pulls back. There’s sadness and sympathy reflected in her eyes. “I need to take a look.” Mandy can only nod.

The whole procedure of inspecting, cleaning, and treating is done in less than 10 minutes, yet Mandy feels like it’s been hours. She wants to sleep. As if reading her mind Deborah points at a cot. “They left to go attack that other gang, they won’t be back for a few hours. Stay here, I’ll go clean up and finish your taskings for today.” Mandy goes to argue but Deborah is persistent. “You’re in no state to work, stay here and rest.”

Every night for the next three weeks she relives the experience. Sleep is no reprieve from the waking world, night and day are nightmares just the same.

23 days after he takes her tongue, Mandy decides on her revenge.

It’s not something she had planned out, wasn’t anything she thought about or considered, but when the opportunity to get back at Findley for what he did presents itself, she doesn’t pass it up.

Disgustingly, she’s on her knees in front of him, cleaning the blood and mud off of his boots. It’s her first time alone with him since the incident, and fear tarnishes her every move. Every little flinch, breath, sound, that he makes has her shying away. He notices.

“You know, slave, now that you’re not talking back or causing trouble, I’ve realized that you’re very pretty.” Her words have bile rising in her throat, but she swallows it back. She can feel herself trembling as he traces a hand over her jaw, running his fingers over the ghost of the bruises that he left on her. When he tightens his grip her mind freezes, reliving the moment when he did the same thing a few weeks ago. “I love when a woman looks scared, terrified,” he licks a stripe up the side of her face and she has to force herself to stay still, “makes me want to break them even more.”

Too many emotions are piling up inside her chest, crushing her like an overturned wall. It’s then that she sees the knife.

At first, it scares her. Seeing the sharp object that separated her from her tongue isn’t what she wanted to do today, but then an idea forms. If she could get the knife from him… her thought process is cut off as he jerks her head to the side and bites at her ear. A hiss of pain forces itself past her lips before she can stop it, but Findley looks delighted.

Mandy lets him maneuver her off the ground and onto his lap. There’s nothing much she can do, she has to play the game, just long enough for him to let his guard down.

“Normally, I’d make you blow me,” his mouth splits into a vile grin, “but I can’t imagine what that would feel like without a tongue, less fun I’m betting. Plus,” he adds, as he forces her to look down, “I can’t trust you not to bite off the goods.”

Somehow she manages to keep the disgust and hurt off of her face.

By the time her opportunity comes he’s out of his clothes and she’s trying to keep hers on. He’s fighting with her jeans when her moment arises. By this time Findley has gotten her onto the floor, leaning over her, with his own clothes scattered near her hip. The reflection of the lights off the knife’s edge catches her eye, and before she can hesitate she connects her knee with his face.

He’s clearly not expecting the blow because his neck cracks back and he yelps out. In a flash she has her hand on the knife and she whips it behind her, catching Findley on the chest. Dark red blood starts to seep from his cut, but she doesn’t even notice it as she uses all of her weight to crash down and knock him to the floor.

There’s shock all over his face, but she doesn’t even take a second to be proud of that before she plunges the blade into his neck. His scream dies before it can fully form, and she watches as the life drains out of him.

When his gurgling finally stops she removes the knife, eerily delighted as the blood runs down her arm.

For the first time since Lytle was murdered Mandy feels calm. She doesn’t rush as she cleans herself and fixes her clothing. Nothing but delight and calmness flows through her as she makes her escape. A slight pang of regret resonates in her chest when she thinks about Deborah and the other slaves, but she shoves it aside. If they want to escape they can fight their way out themselves.

Something inside of her has changed, Findley’s death brought peace with it and she inhales deeply, feeling the radiation tinged air. Freedom, for the first time since she was a little girl. She turns towards where she knows Lytle’s farm to be. The first thing she plans on doing with her freedom is go home, after that, she’ll find her own crew. And bring what’s left of Findley’s gang to the ground.

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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde rewritten Ch. 05

(A/N: This one will be kinda violent, but without bloodshed.)

5. The not-quite-murder case Lady Summers was on one of her nightly walks, deep in thought. A few days earlier, a very upset Utterson had called her in the afternoon, reporting what a certain doctor had told him the previous evening. Now she wanted to lecture Dr. Jekyll more than ever. She liked to think of herself as an impartial and non-judgemental person, but with what she knew so far, it was hard not to be angry at the doctor, even though she had never met him personally. But instead of brooding over it, she had chosen to take a walk through the district at night. That was not something a lady did, but she was an eccentric. But tonight she had a feeling that something bad was going to happen, putting her on high alert. Just as she turned around the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks. 

There, only two yards away, an elderly gentleman was walking down the street. She recognised his silhouette as that of one of her friends, Sir Danvers Carew. That alone made her suspicious. What is Sir Carew doing out here at this hour? Then something else attracted her attention. From the other end of the street, a much smaller and younger man walked up, into Sir Carews – and her – direction. When he passed by a street lamb and the light briefly illuminated his face, even from afar, she recognised the visage of the man she remembered from Utterson's memories. There was something about him, something ominous, that prompted her to continue walking towards them in a much quicker pace. Now they were within the reach of her abilities. When she read Mr. Hyde's mind, she almost had a heart attack. By Apollo!!! So that's why Dr. Jekyll didn't want to tell Utterson what the matter was! As for Sir Carew, he was simply looking for directions to Mr. Utterson, whom he wanted to give a document. Mr. Hyde on the other hand … she could practically see the brooding anger and underlying murder intent, even twenty yards away. That prompted her to clutch the handle of her sword cane and start to run. And right in that moment, the two men met, Sir Carew bowed politely and said something to the younger man. Lady Summers saw the reaction coming, before it happened. She practically heard something snapping inside Mr. Hyde's mind, without even reading it. Then he swung his walking cane at Sir Carew, who managed to dodge this first strike, but not the next one. In the matter of a few seconds, Hyde had clubbed him to the earth and was about to beat him to death, when she reached them. In an instance, she had drawn her sword and was blocking the cane with the blunt edge of it. The young man's eyes widened. “What the–???” Sir Carew was quicker on the uptake. “Lady Summers!”, he cried, relief seeping through his voice. “Good evening, Sir Carew”, she said calmly, not taking her eyes off her opponent. “I trust that you can stand?” “Y-yes, I think so”, the old man stuttered and slowly got up, while the widow blocked Mr. Hyde's attempts to get past her and finish what he had started. “Good”, the Lady gritted her teeth, “To Mr. Utterson's office, go down the street, turn left, then at the next corner to the right into Gaunt Street. Hurry.” He mumbled a 'Thank you' and a 'Take care', before fleeing as quickly as his age allowed. She sighed with relief on the inside, then proceeded to frown at the young man she was fighting with. In contrast to his shoulder-long, unruly dark brown hair, his eyes were of such a venomous green that it hurt her own blue ones. He had dark rims under his eyes and was of a sickly pallor. “Glad to finally meet you in person, Mr. Hyde”, she greeted him nonchalantly, “Has no one told you that beating helpless old men to death is cowardly?” “Shut up”, he growled back. His voice was raspy and high-pitched. “Who are you anyway? And how do you know me?” She stepped back and smiled enigmatically. “I know everyone at the first glance. But in this case, someone has told me about you and described you to me.” “That doesn't answer my question!”, he snarled and swung his cane at her, which the blonde blocked with her sword. She shrugged: “Well, if you must know, I'm Lady Summers, I live nearby. Maybe you have seen my house before. The one with the white and dark blue facade?” Hyde thought for a second. “No … can't say I have.” She gritted her teeth again, as she struggled to hold back his walking cane with her own. He sure was strong for his stature – he was very thin and couldn't be any taller than she was. “Oh, but I'm sure you have, Mr. Hyde. Or should I say …” She bent forward, close to his face and whispered to him: “… Dr. Jekyll?” Mr. Hyde turned even paler than he already was. He swung his cane at her again, this time combined with a swing of his fist, which she dodged just in time. “How the hell do you know?”, he hissed. “What else do you know about me?” She avoided another swing, looking more nonchalant than she currently felt. “Pretty much everything”, she answered with a shrug. “And stop thinking these foul thoughts about me. I'm not a whore, I'm a grieving widow. Also, you couldn't kill me if I was bed-ridden with consumption.” He recoiled as if stung by an adder, looking at her as if she had grown a second head. “HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'M THINKING?!”, he yelled. “First off, keep it down, it's the middle of the night. Also, you would neither like nor believe my answer to that”, she countered, then added: “That's a nice cane you have there. Ceylon ebony, isn't it? And what fine craftsmanship! Mr. Utterson must have paid a lot of money for it! But nothing is too expensive for your best friends, is it?” “The hell is wrong with you, you stupid–!“ He flushed with anger and struck again and this time grazed her shoulder, but nothing more. Of course her intention was to fire him up even more. Sure, it was dangerous to do that with someone like him, suicidal even. But she needed him to pour out all his frustration, to exhaust all of his rage, before someone else could fall a victim to it. She explained to the gasping man: “As for how I know what you're thinking – I can read minds.” He snorted: “Pfff! Sure!” She shook her head, sheathed her sword and leaned onto her cane to catch her breath. “No. How else could I know your secret? Or the fact that none of you two told anyone? Or the fact that this cane was a birthday present from Mr. Utterson to Dr. Jekyll?” “Impossible!”, Mr. Hyde insisted stubbornly. Lady Summers raised an eyebrow. “And splitting your own soul in two is not impossible?” To this Hyde could find no retort. Then he noticed that she was still settling down from the earlier struggle and smirked: “What's the matter, woman? Out of breath?” Her blue eyes were blazing as she leaned onto her sword cane. “Is that a challenge? Mr. Hyde, one doesn't simply challenge a Lady!” “Who cares. Get the hell out of my head!” She grinned sassily. “No.” He snarled and lifted his cane. “Are you looking for a fight, you bloody–“ Her sword cane blocked his normal one. Hyde blinked – when had the woman even moved? Fiercely she looked up to him from below and growled: “One rule you should always remember: never ask a Prussian if they're looking for a fight. En garde!” A sword, or rather, cane fight ensued. It was strangely exhilarating to fence with this strange widow. She was certainly well-trained, but he was quite sure, that not even the Prussians taught their daughters swordsmanship. He couldn't help but briefly wonder, why she was fighting him with her cane instead of the sword, why no one had called the police yet (surely someone had to see them or at least hear the noise!) and why she was indulging him in the first place. But he did feel the effect. Slowly the anger and aggression he had pent up in the last two months was dwindling and he found himself calmer than in a long time. He was impressed, even though she seemed to be in a lot of pain for some reason (which made this whole match even more exciting), she easily kept up with his movements. “You're … quite strong … for a man of your stature”, she gasped at one point. “And you're … quite a good fighter … for a woman”, he retorted. Seriously, how is she doing this? She's a woman and how the hell can she move so fast in that dress?! She chuckled: “Good point. Thank you!” Then she attacked and they proceeded with their match, talking all the while. “Why are you so angry anyway?”, she asked him, while avoiding his cane. Hyde grit his teeth. “I hate him so much!” “Dr. Jekyll?” “Who else! He hasn't let me out in more than two months! I was caged for that long! It was driving me mad!” She frowned. “That sounds horrible!” “It was!”, Hyde seethed. “Do you know how it feels to be caged?!” “Unfortunately, I do”, she admitted. “But killing old men won't make anything better.” “I didn't kill him!”, he snapped angrily. “No, but you would have, if I hadn't interfered. You know that you wouldn't have stopped hitting him until he was dead. You would have blindly struck again and again, unable to stop yourself. You would have become the murderer of a well-known and respected member of society and, just in case you forgot, that is a hanging offence.” The realisation made him freeze and gave her an opening. Before he knew what was happening, Hyde was lying on the ground, groaning in pain and gasping. “Let's make a deal, Mr. Hyde”, she said no-nonsensically and leaned onto her cane. Hyde slowly stood up and glared at her. “What shall that be?”, he growled hoarsely. The woman fixed her widow cap and her coat and spoke: “It's simple. All you and Dr. Jekyll have to do is to tell Mr. Utterson the truth about yourselves.” What?! Is she bloody serious?! Hyde mustered the creepiest smile he could manage. “And why would I do that?” “Why?” She smiled back and her smile was nothing but amiable. That riled him up even further. Why was she not looking at him with disgust and hatred, like all the others? Even though she knew who he was … Stop smiling, you smug witch! Or whatever you are! The widow laughed: “A witch? Yes, I guess I might as well be one. And to answer your question: if you do it, I will save you from punishment and dissuade Sir Carew and Mr. Utterson from having you arrested and tried. I give you an entire month to fulfil your part of it. What do you say?” Hyde had to admit that it was a tempting deal. Even if he hadn't succeeded in killing the old man, he would face prison, maybe even transportation to Australia, if the cops found him. And even if they didn't find him, he would be forced to live a life hiding away for at least two years, until everyone had forgotten about him. He didn't want to face either of these consequences. And this woman knew everything about him, even though he had no idea, how. Besides, Hyde wasn't one to resist temptation. But even so … “Fine, but … why are you doing this?”, he inquired suspiciously. She raised her arms non-committally. “Call it a feminine whim. But you seem to be calming down. Perhaps you should go home now, before the maid who's watching us calls the police. Also, I have a feeling, that you won't need as much of your precious formula to turn back tonight.” Hyde didn't need to be told twice. He ran home, deep in thought about this woman who, about that he was certain, was even stranger than he himself was. As soon as he was gone, Lady Summers sighed in relief and fell to her knees in exhaustion and pain. Suddenly she heard a door open and turned around – the maid who had observed their fencing match came running outside and towards her. “That was absolutely amazing! You fought that devil like a royal guard, Madam! Are you alright?” “I'm fine”, the Lady lied, but was promptly punished for it, when she spat blood. “Oh my god!”, the maid cried, “He injured you! That little demon should be–“ “He didn't”, Lady Summers said calmly, “This happens all the time. But if you want to do me a service, you can keep to yourself what you just saw. As for me, I will be going home now. Fighting someone younger and healthier than me has exhausted me a great deal.” Upon arriving at the back door of Jekyll's house, Hyde wasted no time, locked the door and darted into the laboratory to mix the formula. But first he needed time to gather himself. “What the hell did just happen back there?”, he wondered, turning to the mirror. Dr. Jekyll appeared in the mirror, looking equally confused. “I don't know, Hyde. But I do know one thing – that Lady saved us as well as Sir Carew.” “I guess she did, but why? I don't believe that mumbo-jumbo about a feminine whim. And who the hell is she really?” “I have no idea either, Hyde. But didn't she introduce herself as Lady Summers? I could swear that I have heard that name before …”, Jekyll mumbled pensively. Hyde sighed, changed clothes and mixed the chemical together. He didn't know what prompted him to follow the woman's advice, but to his surprise, she had been right. The half of the usual quantum was enough and after the usual time, Henry Jekyll found himself on his knees in his laboratory. When his vision cleared, he saw Hyde appear in the mirror, looking at him with strange fascination. With an exasperated sigh, he took Hyde's clothes and folded them (that little bastard could never be bothered to tidy up after himself), when suddenly something fell from the pocket of Hyde's coat. Jekyll blinked and picked it up. Then he gawked. It was a business card, or at least it looked like one. What in God's name is this?! And when did she sneak that into m- into his pocket?! 

(A/N: PLOT TWIST!!! SIR CAREW IS ALIVE AND WELL!!! Here our conveniently badass female telepath shows us, just how conveniently badass she is. Also, just one thing: Of course the Prussians did NOT teach their daughters fencing. They were no more progressive than other societies of that time, when it came to women's rights, on the contrary.)

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A New Friend Approaches

((Yo yo yo! Spacey here! Big shout out to @sanders-trash-4ever for helping me so much with this! Please head the warnings! This chapter depicts a flash back, and an abusive scene! I won’t be upset if you can’t read it, take care of yourselves!!! Also! Drayke is the dragon witch and the section in the middle that is all italics is the flash back))

Warnings: Child abuse, depictions of child abuse, flash backs, bullying, swearing, yelling, fighting

Words: 1813

Patton did not enjoy school. Now, he wasn’t one to say he ‘hated’ anything, but he was getting pretty close to using the h-word when it came to school. He was a freshmen, which wasn’t too fun, and most people didn’t exactly enjoy his sunny disposition, which was also okay! He didn’t need people to like him, but he would appreciate if they wouldn’t be so mean because of it!

In middle school it had been easier to hide getting picked on. Roman only saw him when he picked him up, but now he saw him everyday in the halls. He knew he could just join his brother and not have to worry about it, but that felt so invasive. Roman didn’t get much of a life outside of him and their younger brothers, so it felt awfully mean to take away his only time free of them.

He almost wished he could be more like Roman. Roman had several friends from the theatre department who had been his friend since middle school! Patton just didn’t have the easiest time making long term friends with people. He did what he could whenever anyone asked, but after that they were done. He couldn’t blame them, he couldn’t exactly hang out much or have people over without stressing Roman out, so he tended to just not. It was easier, everything he did that kept him from home or brought more people home made it more difficult on Ro.

Which is why he hated that he was stuck in mandatory after school tutoring.

Not only did he feel dumb, but it meant Roman had to come back to school after picking up Virgil and Logan, which wasn’t fair to any of them. It usually took Roman until four to come get him, which was fine! He didn’t mind waiting, but since tutoring ended at three-thirty, his bullies had plenty of time to tease and taunt him. Patton could handle that, their words weren’t anything he hadn’t heard before, but sometimes they wouldn’t attack him and that’s when he couldn’t handle it.

“God your just as stupid as your brother,” one of the juniors snapped, “Don’t even know when someone is insulting you.”

Patton tried the best he could, but he couldn’t stop the anger rising in his chest. No one insulted Roman! Roman was an amazing;y smart person who did a lot for everyone he met! He jumped from the bench he was sitting on and glared at the taller boy in front of him, “I don’t care if you’re mean to me, but don’t you dare be mean to my brother you-you witch!”

He could feel his rage growing as his outburst was met with laughter from the older kids around him, before the ring leader raised his hand and Patton was suddenly thrown into the past.

Virgil was standing in front of their dad, tiny fist clenched with Logan right behind him. Patton desperately wanted to run out there, but fear kept his feet rooted in place. He was fighting against everything in him he could, while silently begging for Virgil to just shut up and for Roman to please just get home.

“Logan’s just little leave him alone! You’re just mad ‘cause he’s smarter than you!” Virgil screeched with all the power his small eleven year old body could muster.

Everything froze when their dad started laughing, quietly at first before erupting into a massive roar. Patton rushed forward, feet finally un-frozen, and scooped Logan up as their dad’s eyes were closed. Just as he was about to grab Virgil’s hand, their dad stopped and everything froze again. Only to come alive when Patton felt their dad’s hand on his wrist yanking him forward.

“Did you teach him how to joke? I know you used to like those stupid puns,” their dad mused, before pulling on Patton’s arm again, “Well?”

Patton bit back a whimper, gaze focused on the hand locked around his wrist, “I-I-”

“Spit it out!”

A yelp escaped Patton’s throat as his dad yanked his arm up, causing him to drop Logan, “Sor-sorry! I-I guess I did-”

Another cry escaped his throat as their dad tightened his hold and hoisted him up so he was stuck on his tiptoes and staring him the eyes.

“I don’t want to see any of you for the rest of the night got it? And don’t think I won’t be telling Roman how you couldn’t handle watching your helpless baby brothers for twenty minutes.”

With that, he dropped Patton’s wrist, allowing him to crumple on the floor by his little brothers, before he stormed away towards the living room, not sparing a glance back at his crying son who could only think of the kind man he used to be.

Remy couldn’t believe what he was seeing, a group of kids were surrounding the cute flighty kid from his math class who was laying on the ground and- was he crying?! Oh no, this was not going to be a thing at all. He’d go get a teacher and- Wait. Did Drayke just kick him?! Crushes aside, Remy was not going to let this go on for another second. Besides, teachers were next to useless at this school.

“Hey!” He yelled, adjusting his shades and sauntering forward, “Don’t know if you guys care but there’s a teacher headed this way and frankly y’all look a bit guilty of putting the biggest teacher’s pet on the ground. Don’t think I’d stick around if I were y’all.”

He watched, feigning uninterested as Drayke’s cronies booked it around the side of the school, leaving just him and the asshole who started it all.

“I’m not as stupid as them,” Drayke spit, throwing his thumb back to gesture to his ‘friends,’ “I know the teachers never come over here, not matter what.”

“Next time you might wanna tell that to your buds, ‘cause right now this is reminding me a lot of a highschool cliche,” Remy went on, trying to ignore the boy whimpering by his feet, “Bully gets taken down a peg by the much more handsome protagonist, that’d be me by the way, who then kicks the bullies ass for fun!”

Drayke snorted, rolling his eyes, “You used to be my friend, but now it’s like you think you’re so much better than me.”

“Oh sweetheart, that’s cause I am better than you,” Remy laughed, before booping Drayke on the nose, “Shouldn’t you be lettin’ your ‘crew’ know how you bested me by now?”

A growl rumbled from Drayke’s throat, reminding Remy of a dragon, before he turned around and stalked off, no doubt thinking of how to make this whole encounter seem like he won.

Remy shook his head before turning to see two big brown eyes staring up at him. Shit.

“Oh uh, glad you’re awake.”

Smooth Remy! Now all you have to do is actually shove your foot into your mouth.

“You stopped them,” Remy watched in horror as Patton’s bottom lip began to wobble and fresh tears fell from his eyes, “You helped me.”

“Um, yeah?”Shit, no, don’t make him feel bad like it’s obvious you’d help! “I mean, Drayke’s a real piece of work, and not one you’d find in a museum.”

Patton’s hand shoots up to cover his mouth as he giggles, and Remy can’t help but notice how his entire face lights up at the lame joke.

“Wow,” Patton grins, rubbing at the tears making their way down his face, “You came up with that with ease-el!”

“Was… was that another pun?”

“Uh huh, sorry it was a bit sketchy! I’m not sure I framed it right,” Patton’s smile grew even wider as Remy began to chuckle.

“You just got beaten up, probably forced into a flash back, and here you are making jokes. I can’t even top that,” He went on, crouching down beside the lower-classman, “Honestly, where have you been all my life? I need some sunshine.”

Remy smirked as a blush covered the other boy’s face and he pulled his knees up to his chest, “I mean, if I can make you laugh after you saved me I think it’s the least I can do.”

“Hey, hun, look at me. I look great, so it shouldn’t be hard to for just a second,” Another lame joke, rewarded with a small smile from Patton as he turned his head, “There yah go, now listen. I helped you because I wanted to. I’ve honestly wanted to talk to you for a while, but I never could find a reason that didn’t seem weird, so in reality I should be thanking you for not making me actually have to work up the courage to talk to you.”

“You-I- you wanted to talk to me?!” Patton squeaked, face turning beet red.

God, how much cuter could this dude be?

“Of course! Look at you! You’re nice and funny, and god people are so mean to you and girl let me tell you, you do not deserve it, but you take it anyway. Hell, I’d say I admire you for everything you do and I bet I don’t even know the half of what you go through.”

Now, normally, Remy is pretty good at predicting what’s gonna happen when he talks. He thought that after this little speech Patton may be a little creeped out, but he’d still say thank you and offer him another million dollar smile because he’s a gentleman god dammit, but no. Instead, Remy ends up with this freshman practically tackling him into a hug.

“Hey! Not that I am not loving this, like seriously you give amazing hugs, but take it easy. I don’t want you getting hurt anymore today.”

“Sor-Sorry,” Patton sniffled as he pulled away, causing Remy to wince internally, he didn’t mean to make him cry again! “It’s just been a bit since someone who wasn’t my brothers complimented me. I didn’t realize how much I needed a friend.”

“Well, I hope you don’t mind cause you’re stuck with me now,” Remy vows, throwing an arm around Patton, “Sucks if you do cause I’m like a parasite.”

“Don’t call yourself a parasite! You’re much cuter than a parasite!” Protested Patton, lightly swatting Remy on the arm, much to his amusement.

“Okay, okay, but um,” Remy coughed, nodding his head to the front circle where cars were showing up to pick up their kids, “Do you know that angry guy stalking towards us? Cause if not we may need to book it.”

“Oh! No that’s just Roman! He’s my brother,” Patton grinned, lifting his hand and waving, leaving Remy to wonder in mild horror about how he had managed to get a crush on Roman Sanders’ little brother and not realize it. No way was he gonna survive Sophomore year at this rate.

[natasha-cole]

Breakup Sex

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Summary: Reader isn’t even sad about catching her boyfriend cheating on her. She’s angry. Mostly she’s angry about the time wasted on him when she could have been with someone else.

Word Count: 1191

Warnings: angst, swearing, smut

Notes: I’m sorry, I suck at titles.

You stormed out of the house, seething with anger. It was bad enough that you were well aware of the fact that your boyfriend had cheated on you in the past; it was worse to have to witness is firsthand.

Leave it to you to be the one to show up earlier than intended in an attempt to surprise him given the fact that you had just done two back-to-back conventions. You hadn’t really seen each other in weeks, and you figured he’d be happy that you came home early.

You should have known better. People don’t just change overnight, especially not cheaters.

When you walked into the bedroom to find him in bed with some random woman, you probably should have been heartbroken. Instead, you recall screaming in anger and throwing things at the two of them just before walking out.

Now you had a new destination. You focused on the drive. You wondered why you weren’t crying. Yes, you felt devastated inside; but the rage was more prominent.

You were angry with him and you were angry with yourself for having put up with him and wasting all this time on him.

You pulled up in front of your best friends house and considered your options. You had gone to Rob plenty of times when things were bad in your relationship, which probably wasn’t a great idea either. Rob hated your boyfriend, well- ex-boyfriend now, and made a point of constantly letting you know that.

Although you weren’t feeling sad in this moment as you usually did when your loser boyfriend screwed you over, you felt that this was where you needed to be.

Still feeling that rage build within you, you got out of your car and stalked toward Rob’s front door. There was a sense of determination within you, a need to leave all of this bullshit behind and get what you really wanted out of this situation.

You knocked on the door and Rob answered rather quickly, looking surprised to see you standing there.

Y/N…” he began. But, you didn’t let him continue. You grabbed a hold of his shirt, fisting your hands in it as you led him back into the house. He stumbled slightly, caught off guard by the movement.

You only let go of him for a moment to close the door behind you before you turned back to him, pressing him against the wall where you allowed your lips to fall dangerously close to his. You knew what you wanted, but you still wanted to make sure he was okay with it.

“I’m going to kiss you,” you said.

You watched him as he swallowed hard, still a bit confused as to what was going on. He said nothing, but nodded his agreement. That was your cue, and you took it. You crashed your lips against his roughly, immediately parting his lips with your tongue until the two of you were caught up in a feverish kiss.

He didn’t ask questions. He just wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you as close as he possibly could against his body.

“Is this okay?” You asked breathlessly when you found a moment to pull away from the kiss. You were already working at unbuttoning his shirt, his hands gripping hard onto your hips as he watched you with lust in his eyes.

“This is more than okay,” he replied. He let you finish with his shirt and sucked in a breath when you went for his jeans. You grinned up at him, pleased with the look of excitement that had come over him.

You figured he wouldn’t object to this. You had noticed the way he looked at you sometimes. Yes, you were good friends; but that never swayed you from believing that he had never been interested in more. Truthfully, you had always been attracted to him as well. But, you were at least faithful in your relationship; which a lot more than you could say for your ex.

“Hey, are you alright?” Rob asked finally. You were holding onto him as if you were afraid to let go, leading him toward the couch.

You shut his question down quickly, placing a finger to his lips to quiet him.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you replied. “I’m angry.”

He didn’t push the matter any further. He let you lead him to the couch where you stopped short to remove your own clothing. He helped you, taking care to caress your skin as he slipped your clothing from your skin, piece by piece.

There were no more words. He simply focused on you as he kissed you and pushed himself into you.

Sex with him was unlike anything you had ever imagined. You had always pictured him to be a slow and deliberate lover; but right now, he seemed to be just as intense as you felt in this moment. It probably made all the difference that you were grasping onto him, urging him to move faster and harder as he thrust into you. Yes, you would have loved to take it slow with him; to feel what it would be like to have him make love to you. But, right now you just wanted instant release.

He certainly didn’t disappoint. Before long you had reached your climax, crying out his name and cursing as the waves washed over you. You could hear him mutter your name against your skin as he moaned against you, his hips stuttering as he too reached his release.

Whatever anger you had built up inside of you was gone now. You held onto him as pleasure washed over you and you felt yourself smiling for the first time in a long time.

He gave you both a moment to steady yourselves before he moved off of you. He laid next to you, hands still caressing your body as he moved in to kiss you slowly.

“That was…” you trailed off, still trying to catch your breath.

“I had the feeling that you had some frustrations that needed to be addressed.”

“You have no idea.”

“You good?”

“I’m better than ever.” You smiled loopily at him.

“You seemed so pissed off. I thought you were mad at me,” he pointed out. “Did we just have makeup sex, without the making up part? You know, because we’re not a couple and you sort of have a boyfriend...”

You chuckled softly at him, caressing his face with a shaky hand as you still worked at coming down from your high.

“No,” you replied. “It wasn’t like that. I’m done with him.”

“So, was that ‘angry, getting back at your ex’ sex?”

You frowned slightly, noting the hint of sadness in his eyes as he said it. Maybe it had all seemed that way, but even you knew that wasn’t entirely what it was.

“It was, ‘I’ve wasted too much time on a cheating ex when I should have been with my best friend’ sex.”

He stared at you for a moment before letting out what sounded like a relieved laugh.

“Interesting,” he replied. “I’ll take it.”

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[ourfavcanadianshawn]

No Feelings Allowed|S.M|Chapter Eight {maybe its time to just forget} Final Part

Last Chapter|Masterlist

A/n: I made this album cover edit for this part to give you guys a idea of how it would look hehe. So enjoy the last and final part of No Feelings Allowed. Thank you guys for all the support on this series. Love you all! Its sad that it has come to the end:(

word count: 2144

prompt: shawn and y/n have some unfinished business that they decide to…tend to

“Why do we keep playing this game like there are no feelings involved, when in the end that’s all there’s ever been?” { @i-see-you-mendes }

“Geoff, I need to.” Shawn brawled, his eyes narrowed at Geoff in disbelief, his breath became heavier. “I thought you would be rooting for me.”

Geoff exhaled harshly before turning off the sound board, “Shawn, we just finished this album. I just don’t think it’s best to also get a girlfriend right before the promotion tour then the world tour. You know any other time I would be right in your corner, cheering you on with my pom-pom’s but right now, work comes first…”

Shawn’s jaw clenched along with his knuckles in attempts to keep himself from lashing out on his friend.

“Geoff, I’m asking you this in the way of a friend not a damn co-worker,” Shawn sneered as he felt his muscles become more tense. “You will never get it, will you?”

“Shawn, I want you to focus on your music and be happy before you focus on love,” Geoff leaned onto the sound board and straightened his eyes at Shawn.

Shawn squared his shoulders and leaned down to Geoff.

“You don’t get to decide that! I get to! Me! I don’t even care if she doesn’t feels the same, I just need her to hear the songs…” Shawn bite, repeatedly jabbing Geoff in the chest with his fore finger. “I am stating that I have to do it, it wasn’t a question.”

Shawn growled, pushing off of Geoff and heading for the door.

“Why do you want to do this Shawn?”

Shawn stopped walking and spun on his heel, “because. Because I know if I don’t let her know or at least give her some kind of hint before I leave on another world tour for a year, I will lose her.”

“Maybe you won’t.”

“But what if I fucking do! Huh? I could not stand myself until I actually try, Geoff,” Shawn pleaded, his shoulders trembled with anticipation weighing them down.

“Okay, the party will be tomorrow night at your place…” Geoff nodded to Shawn.

“Thank you. I promise this won’t be a bad thing,” Shawn patted Geoff on the back with a rough hand.

“Hey, she is the reason we’re going on this tour right?”

Her lips were painted in a rich burgundy hue as her figure was hugged and decorated by a jet black dress that made Shawn feels like wax in the presence of it. A trap he could never escape.

It seemed time froze as they made eye contact, her eyes were cold and blazing with a uninterested emotion. A stare that could easily make them mistaken for strangers, two individuals that didn’t care to know and or learn the history of the other.

The hair on his arms became erect as she showed some courtesy by tossing a small uplift in her lips towards him, without making it seem too absurd.

Shawn delivered a raise in his cheeks to her, hoping to get a more prominent response out of her instead of a faint smile.

Her lips fell back into a straight line as she redirected her stare back to the floor, walking to Megan and Matt. She leaned against a unornamented pale white wall.

“Attention everyone!” Andrew, Shawn’s manager called out, “we want to welcome you all to Shawn’s fourth album release party! It took a while but it’s done and ready to be shared with you folks tonight. So in a couple of minutes we will start the listening, enjoy yourselves.”

Everyone clapped in harmony as Andrew finished his speech and went off to talk to Manny. Shawn turned his head back Y/n, but she had vanished from the wall.

Both of his caramel enriched eyes were converted into chambers of worry and distraught. The brown orbs scanned the apartment in desire of finding the one woman of his wishing.

A gentle sigh glided down from his parted lips when he saw her leaning on a brown granite counter with a glass of wine in her hand.

His chamber of worry turned to a meadow of glee and determination.

“Hey,” he begun as he leaned on the wall next to her, thinking very carefully before he spoke as if he was scared he may scare her away like a deer stuck in headlights.

She lowered her glass away from her lips and her eyes shifted to his gaze, “hey.” Her voice seemed pained as she forced a smile, making his determination began to ripple away.

“I didn’t think I would see you here…”

“Oh should I leave? Because I can…” She began to head for the door. Her heels clicked a couple times against the wood before being stopped by Shawn’s hand finding its way to her wrist.

“No! I want you to listen to the songs…please?”

“Why did you write more about me?” Her eyebrow raised at him. Her reply caused his determination to build once more. A devious smirk made its debut on its stage, his lips.

“I’ll let you be the judge of that.”

Her eyebrow stayed raised as she swirled her wine around the glass.

“Okay everyone, this is the last song on the album and also is going to be a single. Shawn how about you say a few words…” Geoff called up Shawn while pulling him in front of the huge crowd of people.

“Okay…uh hi everyone. So if you don’t know, I write songs on things I witness and real personal experiences,” Shawn averted his eyes to Y/n, who was next to Karen at the moment.

“Writing music to me is like writing a diary. Writing things you will always remember. Writing lyrics is like reliving your most loved and hated memories. To write songs, you need to have a muse…” His eyes stayed locked on Y/n’s as he smiled at her, “….I have had the same muse for the past four albums…because…because my muse will never stops giving me amazing moments. I appreciate my muse and so enjoy this song…this is called Games…”

A light rattle of a guitar started to burn through the speakers as a faint piano began to play.

“Heart tied in knot. Breaking apart. What can I say? You took my breath away?” Shawn’s voice rang through the speakers as delicate as a newborn baby being rocked.

“I’ve never been a romantic. I don’t even know what brought me to say it. How the hell did this happen, baby? You had to go and drive me crazy. They told me that this would be easy,” Shawn’s eyes stayed locked onto Y/n’s face, studying it to see any reaction to the chorus.

“It’s like mixing fire and ice. It’s somethin not right. Why are we playing this game like there are no feelings involved? When in the end that’s all there’s ever been? Darling, is this just a game? Cause I don’t want it to be just a game. Is it just game? Maybe somethin more? Win or lose? Baby, me and you? How’s it gonna grow? Or should I just go ahead. Go ahead. And let it go,” her eyes tracked over to him and he just smiled while averting his vision down to his shaking legs.

“Our friends don’t even believe us. The game is just a cover up they say. So what if it is? Let the games begin. Anything to keep it the same,” a stronger bass came in as Shawn’s voice became more raspy and prominent.

“I only did this to prove. I did not have feelings for you. But darling, I was only lying to myself. Maybe I just need some help,” Shawn wasn’t even listening and didn’t even notice the song was coming to a close.

“Honey I’m burning. I’m crashing. All bruised. How the hell can I say I love you? We’ve played it ear by ear. Baby I’ve known you all these years. And you have yet to show any signs. So maybe it is time. Maybe it’s time. To get up and get goin with my life.”

“Maybe this is a goodbye. Baby, is it just a game? Just a game. Do you feel the same. Feel the same. How am I supposed to talk when I want to. When all that will ever come out is I love you,” Y/n placed her focus on the ground as the chorus played again.

“Why are we playing this game like there are no feelings involved? When in the end that’s all there’s ever been? Opponents or friends?” Everyone began to smile as the song came to the end.

“Baby dive right in. Let me know. So I can go. Or let it grow. All these thoughts runnin through my head. Are we friends or more? Just stop. Darling, I’m ready to surrender. My love will be nothing but tender. Baby me and you. A friendship just like glue. Will it grow or should we just let it go?” The words surrender and friendship were nothing more than hints, and she seemed to get them. Her eyes were clouded with tears and that’s when she excused herself.

“I’m sorry, I need to go.”

“Wait Y/n!” His voice pained and panicked as he raced after her out the apartment. His eyes starting to become cloudy themselves and not wanting to lose hope.

“Two fucking days Ian. Two fucking days…I am leaving for tour tomorrow without her…” Shawn slammed his hands down onto his friends kitchen counter as he turned a fiery red. Every angry emotion he ever gained starting to combust and run through his veins.

“Shawn just calm down, she will turn up.” Ian  soothed, his hands finding Shawn’s shoulders to pat them gently.

“How do you know that? I poured my heart out into every song on that damn album. I feel so mad at myself. Pursuing to tell her, even more angry at myself for not running after her,” Shawn weeped, clutching his hair tips in his palms. “I will never write a song about getting the girl, will I?”

“Shawn–“ “I never will because I failed at getting her! I failed…and I will never even get to settle this dumb bet,” he grumbled.

“Maybe I should just forget about—“ “YOU WIN!” A harsh scream came from the other side of the room.

Both boys heads snapped up in the direction of the voice and found a young Y/n.

“You win Mendes. You win. I am so fucking in love you that it hurts. Your humor, your smile, your god damn eyes. It’s all like a fucking drug that I don’t want to get rid of..go ahead have whatever you want…call me when you’re done,” she screamed, yanking the cork off every emotional she had bottled up for Shawn.

“Wow…congrats man. You won the bet!” Ian hopped up, slapping Shawn’s back.

“What the fuck? Does everything you hear go in one ear and out the other Ian?”

“Maybe–where are you going?” Ian yelled as Shawn took off out the door of the cozy apartment.

“I’m going to do the most cliche thing of my life…” Shawn pointed to his friend and slammed the door, dashing to save his bleeding heart.

“Good luck.” Ian nodded.

“Y/n wait!” Shawn gripped onto her waist and spun her around.

“What?” Venom poured from her throat as her eyes narrowed up at him.

His eyes studied her face, every feature. Noticing how tense every muscle was and how alert she seemed.

The brown orbs of his looked over her head and looked out into the distance before chuckling.

“You want to be a asshole, eh? I don’t have time for–“ “Y/n, I figured out what I want…” Shawn gravitated his gaze back to her face.

“What could you have possibly wanted that fast—“ She felt something on her lips, something she missed. Something they both craved.

His hands caressed her hips as she crafted head. Both of their lips remedying the other from all the feelings they had built up and stowed away.

“I choose you,” he pulled away after a few seconds, watching her eyes open and become dilated. His cheeks became flustered as his heart rate sped up. “I will always choose you…I love you.”

“So we’re together now? ” She queried, holding onto his biceps. Her chest rose heavily, still trying to grasp oxogen in her lungs.

“Bet?” He sent her a smile as he beamed down at her. Her cheeks still a pink and his lungs breathing in heavily.

“Don’t you dare start that again,” she clapped her hand against his muscular chest as he clasped his hands onto her lower back.

“Oh love. What fun we’re gonna have being all boyfriend and girlfriend, eh?” Shawn whispered into her hair before kissing it gently.

“Just shut up,” she giggled, cuddling into her new beaus chest. She mimicked Shawn’s Canadian slang, staring up at him, “So much for no feelings allowed, eh?”

okay before we go, I just wanted to say thank you to a couple accounts for showing love for this series and helping me out:

@i-see-you-mendes @mendesau @artsymendes @rosesformercy @pinkanddepressed so thank you guys! Until the next series, P

[little-chimchim]

I Only Hate You A Little- Part 4 (End)

Rating: R

Word Count: 4836

Genre: Enemies to lovers au! Roommates au! Best friend’s boyfriend au! fluff, smut, angst (Holy trinity of course)

Pairing: Kihyun x Reader

A/N:  Wow, thank you guys so so much for all of the support you have given this story. It means so much to me that you guys enjoyed it. I think this one was one of my favorites to write. Now that this is over I will be working on finishing my requests and I’ll be starting my new SF9 fic! Thank you so much guys, remember my inbox is always open!! <3 -Kay

Part 3

It was the slowest night you had worked in weeks. Your boss had only scheduled you and Kihyun to work, knowing full well that the restaurant would not be busy. The two of you kept to yourselves the whole night, too busy trying to handle the customers you did have. Through the night, he kept passing glances to you when he went past. He seemed angry and maybe even a little bit sad. As the night began to slow, and the last of the customers left the building, your confusion peaked.

He refused to talk to you, and if you tried to start a conversation, he would walk away. You grew annoyed, furious about him ignoring you at any possible chance he got. He walked by you, carrying a few plates to take to the dishwashers. You had waited to stop him until everyone was gone.

He looked down at you, imposing a fake glare when your eyes met. “What are you doing, Y/N?” Kihyun asked, rolling his eyes as he said it. “I want to know why you’re pissed at me.” You cut straight to the point.

He laughed fakely, putting the plates he had been holding on a table behind him. “What makes you say that I’m mad?” He questioned, crossing his arms.

You furrowed your brows and shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know, maybe it’s the glaring and the fact that you’ve been ignoring me all day. Those are two huge giveaways.” You quietly snapped, hoping the kitchen staff wouldn’t hear.

“Maybe you should ask your boy toy why I’m mad, maybe he knows.” Kihyun scoffed. He unfolded his arms and ran a hand through his black hair. You were dumbfounded, he was actually mad at you for sleeping with Minhyuk.

“Are you serious? You’re jealous of Minhyuk?” You paused, overly mad now. You already knew that he was upset at you for having sex with Minhyuk, but he had no right to be this angry.

“The last I checked, you have absolutely no right to be jealous of the fact that I slept with someone.” Kihyun sighed, knowing that you were right. He truly wasn’t allowed to be jealous, not when he was in a relationship.

“Now you’re realizing that you can’t act like my best friend all the time and be mad that I slept with someone.” You said, watching as Kihyun began to laugh.

“You think I’m jealous because you’re my friend?”

On the second thought, the second it left your lips, you knew he was jealous for entirely different reasons.

“Y/N, I’m jealous because while I was with Liza, all I could think about were your screams and how I wished I caused them.” He groaned, regretting saying it.

Your face fell and your cheeks flushed crimson. “I slept with Minhyuk to make you jealous, though I never thought you would ever be…” You trailed off, Kihyun’s demeanor changed. He tensed up and quickly came up to you.

He pulled your head to his, taking a quick pause for a breath before his lips were on yours. He backed you into the nearest table, leaning into you so your thighs were pressed into the empty table. You moaned when he deepened the kiss. This kiss was not like others you had. The others had always been slow, almost lazy. This one was full of drive and passion and there was a burst of energy behind it. You pressed your tongue against his mouth, asking for him to open up.

Once he did, your tongues glided over each other, sending just an extra amount of shock through you. You began leaning back. He held onto you as he pressed you down on the table. You lied on the table as he grinded into you, making it painfully hard not to scream.

He ran his hands up your leg and up your torso until his hand fell on your breast. He squeezed your breast over your clothes, but it still sent pleasure through you.

“You make me crazy, Y/N.” He moaned into your mouth. He moved his lips away from your mouth and sucked under your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He fumbled with the buttons on your uniform and once he got the first three unbuttoned, he moved his mouth to rest above your chest. He moved his mouth over the top of your breast, leaving small marks all up your chest. “Did he make you feel like this?” he kissed you even more aggressively, leaving larger marks than before; ones that would stay for days.  “I hate that I want you so bad.” You whispered, causing him to stop kissing you.

“I hate how I can’t control myself around you.” He straightened his button up work shirt and moved a strand of hair away from your face. “We can’t do this.” You told him. He answered with silence, only nodding his head slowly.

“I can’t just let this go. When I see you, I can see something. Something driven by emotion and love. Though, with Liza, all I can see is sex and fighti-” You held up your finger to his lips, frowning prominently.

“Don’t do this. Not now. Let’s just get done with this shift and get home.” You fixed your shirt, hiding the hickeys, and picked up the trays he had put down a few minutes prior. You looked behind you and gave a sad smile. “We can’t do this to Liza.” You said before going back to the kitchens.

When the two of you arrived home at a quarter to twelve, Liza was on the couch, munching on a bag of popcorn alongside Minhyuk. “Hey babe, how was work?” Liza asked from the other side of the living room. She completely ignoring your entrance into the apartment. You bowed your head and instantly retreated to your room.

Liza looked to Minhyuk, confused. Minhyuk nodded his head once before retreating after you, seeing what your problem was. He entered without knocking. You had expected him to come through, so you sat on your bed, leaving a space open for him. “Okay, Y/N wh-” you cut him off, mid sentence. “Kihyun and I made out.” You watched as Minhyuk’s face fell. He hadn’t been expecting this to come from your mouth.

“What? When? Where?” The questions flooded from Minhyuk as he desperately tried to get the story from you.

“He was acting angry with me so I confronted him. Turns out he was insanely jealous of you and how we slept together. He also confessed his feelings towards me and the next thing I knew, we were making out on top of a table at work.”

Minhyuk’s mouth opened in shock, but a slow smile reached his face. “That’s actually kind of sexy...what’s he going to do about Liza?”

You sighed “We’re not going to talk about what happened tonight. We can’t do that to Liza. Maybe it’ll just pass and we can both get on with our lives, pretend like we didn’t do that.” Minhyuk laughed, patting you on the shoulder “Sweet sweet Y/N, these things don’t pass. The tension will get to be so unbearable that you’ll screw each other in front of everyone, or…” he found your intensive eyes to be amusing. “Or you’ll end up hating each other again.” He ruffled your hair before standing up. “Be careful Y/N.” He smiled at you then left you alone in your room.

Minhyuk hadn’t been wrong. Days went by and you could tell there was an obvious change. His attitude towards you changed. He wasn’t rude, or condescending like you had expected him to be. Instead, he found any possible excuse not to be alone with you, to get away from you completely.

Though, when you were together, accidental brushes of skin lingered longer than they should have and prolonged looks in each other’s direction. You knew he hated this distance just as much as you did. You couldn’t tell how much longer you could take it, but you didn’t want to know what would happened if you tried to reach out to him.

It seemed as if the work schedules were trying to push the two of you together. It was a Thursday night and Minhyuk and Liza were working the night shift, leaving you and Kihyun alone in the apartment. You flipped through the channels on the tv in the living room, bored out of your mind. You munched on a bag of chips in front of you, ignoring the fact that they were beyond stale. You looked up from the tv when Kihyun came out of the room. He looked to your old bag of chips and rolled his eyes. He walked over and grabbed your sleeve, pulling you up from your seat on the couch and bringing you to the kitchen

“You’re not sitting on your ass eating nasty chips all night, we might as well make dinner.” He said, turning his head to give you a soft smile. He let go of your sleeve to rustle around in the fridge, bringing out a few cuts of chicken and freshly made pasta already wrapped in plastic.

“I was saving this for dinner with Liza, put she has no interest in my cooking, just the fancy restaurants I take her to.” He shrugged setting the food on the counter and unwrapping it. “Can you grab a knife and start cutting the vegetables?” He asked, too focused on cutting the chicken to look at you.

You nodded, grabbing the cutlery and beginning to chop the fresh vegetables. You two worked in silence, occasionally speaking to given each other directions, but no other words were spoken.

The silence became too much to handle, so you decided to liven the mood. “How was your day?” You asked casually, placing the cut vegetables into a bowl to wash. “I guess it was fine.” He responded, not saying much else.

You sighed. You ran your hands through the water, mixing the vegetables along with them. Once you brought them back to the counter, you set them on a pan to dry. Kihyun stopped his own cutting and wiped his hands upon a towel next to him.

You felt your body tense when he leaned over you to grab the spices on your left. You looked up to him as he reached over you. His face seemed all too close to his, he noticed your staring and smiled. He grabbed the spices, but he didn’t go back to his station without leaving just a brush of a kiss on your lips.

He moved further away from you, meeting your eyes and shyly smiling. You were shocked. It hadn’t been your first kiss with him, yet it felt just as special. You two stared into each other’s eyes, not knowing what to do next.

The last time you two were in this position, you were in the middle of work, where anyone could have walked in. Now you two were alone in your home and your were going to have all the privacy you could ask for for the next few hours.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him to you, crashing your lips onto his. He grabbed your hips to pull you closer. You pulled your hands through his soft hair, softly yanking it to gain a reaction from him. He moaned, pulling away from the intense kiss. “Keep doing that Y/N and I won’t hold back.” he whispered in your ear.

Kihyun grabbed a hold of the bottom of your shirt and pulled it over your head. “I was hoping they were still there.” He kissed each hickey he left, lightly. He pressed himself into your heat, hoping to relieve some of the obvious tension in his groin. You sucked in a breath deeply. Kihyun reached behind you to lift you up, making sure he placed his hands firmly on your ass.

“We don’t have to go further if you don’t want to.” He whispered, making sure you were okay with going on. You kissed him “Fuck Kihyun, take me. Take it all.” He groaned.

In an instant he was leading you to your room, throwing you on your bed once you made it there. He pulled off his t shirt and jeans, leaving him in only his now tight underwear. He looked at your body, realizing that you were just in your bra and pants. He shook his head “Now that’s not fair.” he began to slide your pants off, revealing that your lacy green underwear matched your bra. He grinned and ran his hands over your entire body. “Why the hell are you this beautiful, Y/N.?” He groaned, laying kisses everywhere he could. He trailed wet kisses down your stomach, he only stopped when he reached the top of your panties.

His eyes looked up to yours, looking for that signal to continue going. You nodded once and his mouth secured around the tip of the underwear, dragging them down with proficient speed.

He whisked the soaked panties away into some mysterious area in the room. You probably wouldn’t find them again for weeks. Kihyun gently ran a hand up your thighs, spreading them apart even more than they already were. The man repeated the same action with his tongue, gliding it up your thighs and towards your throbbing heat.

He was slow to eat you out. He made sure he tasted every single part of you. Up and down your folds, causing such pleasure that you couldn’t hold it. “Scream for me babe.” he called to you. He went back to eating you out, quickening his pace when he heard your screams get louder. He too moaned, causing much needed vibrations against your clit. You screamed out, knowing that your orgasm was just seconds away.

Once the sense of euphoria washed over you, you screamed his name as loudly as you could, causing him to slap you on the ass. Kihyun chuckled, rubbing the area on your ass soothingly. “I am going to fuck you so much better than Minhyuk ever did.” He latched himself to your neck again. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, that you won’t be able to walk, and everyone would know that it was me”

His words only edged you on further, you gripped the sheets and held on to them as tightly as you possibly could. Kihyun pulled away from your neck and pulled his underwear down his legs, his already firm erection popped out excitedly.

He pumped himself a few times before he slid himself up and down your core, teasing you unlike anyone had done to you before. “Don’t be afraid to scream for me,” Kihyun said before he pushed himself into you without any prior warning.

You were nowhere near afraid to scream out for him. It was painful at first, you weren’t used to someone his size, at least not for a very long time. He gave you a few, long moments to adjust to the feeling of him being inside you. Of course he didn’t do this without some teasing. He waited until you were squirming beneath his hold.

“Kihyun, I swear to god if you don’t start moving…” He groaned, unable to wait much longer. Kihyun chuckled lowly before he started moving in and out of you. He started off slowly, careful not to hurt you in the first few minutes, but as you became more comfortable with the feeling, his pace quickened.

He grunted loudly as he began to pounded into you roughly, not holding back like he was just moments before. You felt yourself unfold in his hold. This was exactly what you imagined it to be but better.

You pulled Kihyun’s face down to kiss him hastily. They were flimsy, uncoordinated kisses that were caused by his thrusts. “Fuck,” you groaned against him. He was pushed you against the headboard, unknowingly going as hard as he could.

His breaths became heavy, he was panting and you couldn’t find it any more attractive. He held on to the top of the headboard with both hands as he grinded against you. Both of your highs were coming and he knew it. He went rougher. His moans and your moans collided, causing you to scream out.

He thrusted into you a few more times before he sucked in a deep breath. “I’m going to cum,” he whined, still going hard. You nodded and held on to his waist. “Me too,” you clamped your eyes just and waited for your high to come.

You screamed his name when it did. Kihyun pulled out of you with a satisfying pop and rolled over onto his back. He moved his hand around on the bed until he found your hand. He clasped it firmly and ran his fingers lightly over the tops of your knuckles.

“Now can we talk about us?” He asked quietly, still recovering from his orgasm.

You shook your head and leaned down to kiss his cheek. “In a bit, I’m going to take a shower.”

He sighed and got off the bed to find his discarded clothing. “I’ll be out here.” He said before you went into the bathroom.

When you got out of the shower, you walked to the living room. Kihyun was sitting on the couch, dressed in a thin t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You walked to him and he pulled you on the couch next to him, wrapping his arms around you tightly once you fell on him. You tried pulling away from him, but he didn’t budge. “Kihyun, Liza and Minhyuk will be home soon, we can’t do this.” You muttered, though you relaxed in his arms. “Shh let me hold you for a few minutes. Just before we have to go back to acting like nothing is happening between us.” He whispered, playing with the strands of your wet hair that fell on his face.

You rested on top of him, laying your head on his chest to listen to his heart beat. “I’m going to break up with Liza, I can’t keep on going behind her back just so I can touch you.” He took a long breath that you could feel. “She wants me because of my money and sex. She could care less about who I am.” He rubbed your arm, the little acts only brought a small smile to your face. “And you don’t care about the money, you share my passions, and you actually care about me. I can’t go on with the fact that I’ve been falling in love with you and-” You pulled your head up. He stopped talking, turning red and averting his eyes away from yours.

“You love me?” you asked, wondering if you heard him correctly.

He sighed, nodding his head, bringing his eyes back to your own. “Yes, I have since I walked into the studio and heard your voice.”

You laughed, burying your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around him. “I love you too, Kihyun.” You whispered, shutting your eyes to drown yourself in his warmth. “I wish I had met you before I met Liza. Maybe I could have loved you sooner.” He whispered to you. You nuzzled in closer to him. “Without Liza, we would have never been able to hate each other first.” Kihyun laughed and ran his hands through your hair. “Yeah, because hating me set such a good basis for this relationship already.” He said sarcastically.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, “You hating me made me realize how afraid I am of that happening again. I can’t wait to be able to freely love you.” He nodded and closed his eyes peacefully, still playing with your hair and leading you into a sweet sleep.

You woke up to a slap on the arm. You rubbed your eyes groggily as another one came, they didn’t hurt, but they were obnoxious enough to wake you. You look up, Liza’s face hovered over yours. She smiled fakely and woke the man next to you the same way.

You realized what position you were in and quickly backed away from Kihyun, he did the same with you. The two of you stared up at Liza, who was now glaring at the two of you.

“Want to explain why the two of you were sleeping like that?” She asked. You turned to Kihyun, who looked to be thinking about what to say. “We were watching a movie waiting for you guys and we kind of fell asleep.” You said on the spot, though you knew she wouldn’t buy it.

“On top of each other?” She grimaced.

The two of you fell silent. Kihyun stood up and took a deep breath. “I’m leaving you.” He said sternly. Liza gasped and peered down to you, hate in her eyes. “You little bi-” She thrashed out towards you but Kihyun grabbed her arms and held her back from hurting you.

Liza pushed Kihyun away and stared at the two of you. She turned her back to Kihyun, her arms crossed. “I guess I don’t feel bad for cheating on you with Jungkook now.” She huffed. Kihyun laughed angrily and threw up his arms. “And how long have you been cheating on me with your ex?”

Liza shrugged snobbishly, “I don’t know, maybe five, six...months.” She mumbled the last part.

Kihyun rolled his eyes, “So almost the entirety of our relationship. I wanted to break up with you before I did anything with Y/N, but you would latch on to me like a leech. I wanted so badly to let you go but you were so stubborn!” He yelled, finally reaching his breaking point. Liza’s eyes began tearing up, she wiped away her tears and tried clinging to Kihyun but he nudged her away.

“I was right then, you were using me for the money and the attention I gave you. You’re a good actress, I’ll give you that.” Kihyun scolded Liza as if she were a child. “I might be using Jungkook but I do love you! Babe, I can forgive you for cheating on me and we can go back to the way things were.” Liza pleaded as if she were about to throw a temper tantrum.

You heard a laugh come from the otherside of the living room. Minhyuk leaned against the doorframe, a low scowl on his face. “Liza, we’ve known you for too long. We know when you’re being honestly and we sure as hell know when you’re lying.” He shook his head and walked towards the woman. “Hoseok told me what you were going to do to Y/N at the restaurant. He also told me about the time, last month, that you tried coming onto him. Now with Jungkook.” He grabbed Liza’s arm and pulled her towards the apartment door. “You’re a horrible girlfriend, an even worse friend, and I’m mad at myself for ever having feelings for you.”

Minhyuk brought her outside of the apartment and walked back in. He smiled cheekily at her and waved. “Think of this as your formal eviction.” He said before shutting the door.

You and Kihyun both looked at Minhyuk in awe. He merely shrugged and walked into the kitchen. “She deserved it!” He yelled from the fridge. Kihyun looked to you, a small smile on his face. This hadn’t been how he expected to finally end things with Liza, but he wasn’t entirely complaining. He reached down and grabbed your cold hand, he brought it to his mouth and kissed your knuckles gently.

“Well, Y/N, would you like to go to the studio with me? This time I have my keys.” He grinned. You smiled and nodded, it was the best thing he could have asked at this moment in time.

Epilouge

You and Kihyun stood on a stage, about a year after that, performing your first sold out concert. Soon after Liza had left, you and Kihyun had been signed to Starship Entertainment as a duo act. The hours were long and tiring but you both had each other and your love of music to keep you going. The show was nearly over and the two of you were saying your goodbyes to the fans before you sang your last few songs.

Kihyun palmed something in his jacket pocket. The other hand held his microphone tightly. “I’m stopping the concert for a few minutes to announce something.” He turned to you and smiled. You looked back, confused as to why he stopped the performance. Kihyun took an audibly deep breath. “I’m absolutely in love with the most...amazing woman.” he began.

“I’ve loved her for much over a year now...” He paused “I can’t really tell when I started loving her, it feels like it’s been since I saw her for the first time.” He beamed to himself and took out a little black box from his leather jacket. He tossed the small box up and caught it swiftly, he held it out for the audience to see. “This girl is so awe-inspiring. She’s the basis of most of the songs I write.”

You looked up to him, a multitude of emotions surrounding your mind. Was he about to propose to you in the middle of a concert, with thousands of people watching.

He turned to you, grinning happily. “I have been through so much with this woman. She even hated me at first. We’ve been through so many things in this past year that I can already tell that I can survive every year forward with her.” Kihyun walked closer to you, stretching out his arm to hand you the little velvet compact.

Full of even more shock, you took it. You hastily opened it, revealing a small golden ring, and in the center was your birthstone. “That ring can be anything you would like.” He began, taking the box from you and grabbing the ring. “It can be a signal of my love, a promise ring, an early Christmas gift…” He trailed off before saying the last phrase.

“It can even be an engagement ring, though if you’re not ready to go that far, ple-” You cut him off by pulling his face towards yours, kissing him softly, in front of everyone. Something you have never been able to do.

“Yes yes yes, a million times yes. I will marry you.” Kihyun’s face fell, but he couldn’t control his happiness.

“I didn’t expect you to actually say yes. I’m going to have to get a bigger ri-” You kissed him again, this time with more energy. “No, it’s perfect. God I love you Yoo Kihyun.” You gleaned, allowing him to slide the ring on your finger. He brought his arms around you, hugging you tightly.

The crowd erupted, causing the two of you to snap out of your love driven haven. Kihyun laughed, realizing that you were in the middle of a concert. “Shall we continue, future Mrs. Yoo?” He smirked, bring the microphone to him.

You giggled quietly “Yes we should, shouldn’t keep them waiting.” You smiled, looking back to the instrumentalists and signaling for them to continue. You looked at the ring on your finger one last time before singing again, overjoyed and filled with happiness.

On that same stage, nearly two years later, Minhyuk was an up-and-coming actor. Because of his new burst of popularity, he was asked to announce an award at a very large music award show. Ironically, he was the one announcing the award you and Kihyun were nominated for. On the exact same stage Kihyun proposed to you on, the two of you accepted your first award for the best new album of the year. As you held the award, Kihyun gave the speech.

“My wife and I are so incredibly happy that we are worthy enough to have fans like all of you. You’re the reason we make music. Though, besides our amazing fans, we would like to thank our friends Minhyuk, Hoseok, Hyunwoo, Hyungwon, Changkyun, and Jooheon. Without all of them, we wouldn’t have found each other and we would have never been able to make music. So thank you.” He nearly put the microphone down, put you took it before he could return it.

You held the award securely in your hands and took a deep breath. “We would also like to thank our future child, whom we’ll be meeting soon. You’re our future, and the reason we’ll continue with our music.” You looked up at Kihyun, who only looked back in shock, he hadn’t even known.

He brought you into a tight hug, ignoring the thunderous applause. “I love you so much” he whispered into your ear. You nodded into his shoulder, grinning happily. “I love you more.” You repeated before the two of you were escorted backstage.

[missmudpie]

It’s Ice Dancing Night!!

In honor of tonight’s Olympic Ice Dancing Short Programs, I’m bringing back this old chestnut that I still intend to write one day.

It’s 2006, and Oliver Queen, at 21 years of age, is posed to have his big breakout year.  He’s got the jumps, sure, but where he really excels is his footwork and spins.  Those who tangentially watch skating know he’s something of a ‘bad boy,’ preferring to skate to contemporary rock rather than classical.  Skating insiders know that that persona extends far off the ice, as well (”Okay, in truth - Queen is kinda a douche.  But that’s waaaay off-record.”)  He’s podiumed at all his Grand Prix events, and but for a two-footed landing in his Short Program at Nationals , he would have won.  But he scores the silver, and that’s enough - Oliver Queen is going to the Olympics.

Until he’s not.

He takes a bad fall at practice a week later.  Or he crashes while skiing with some groupies.  Not sure yet how douche-tastic I want this Oliver to be, but suffice it to say - He blows out his knee.  2006 is out.  He tries a comeback later that year, but he can’t get his jumps back.  His knee just can’t support it.  And so Oliver retires.

Which, in truth, is probably for the best.  He goes to school, straightens out his life.  His little sister, Thea, has followed in his skates and become quite the skater herself.  

And now it’s late 2016.  Oliver comes home for the holidays and, as he does every so often, puts on his skates and takes a spin around the family’s private rink.  He’s still got the footwork, effortlessly moving from inside to outside edge.  He’s still got the spins.

He still can’t jump.

Little does he know, this private skate has an audience.  Anatoli Knyazev - Oliver’s former coach, Thea’s current coach - tells him that Oliver is still a master skater.  He’s in great shape physically, and mentally even stronger now, at 31 than he was at 21.  “I have friend,” Anatoli tells him.  “He’s looking to do something different with a pair.  You should call him.”

Oliver looks at the card for a John Diggle.  “But I can’t jump.”

“This is no problem.”  When Oliver gives him a skeptical look, Anatoli just grins.  “Call him.  Keep your mind open.”

“You mean keep an open mind?”

So Oliver does, because why not?  He meets John Diggle, who’s looking to earn his way back into the skating community.  He’s got the goods, and he’s got the elusive choreographer Lyla Michaels in his back pocket.  (”Michaels, really?  How’d you score her?”  Digg smiles.  “I married her.”)  Diggle just needs a team.

“Look, man,” Oliver says.  “I really wish I could help.”

“Anatoli says you still skate as well as you used to.”

“Anatoli is being kind.  And besides, I still can’t jump.”

Diggle looks confused.  “I don’t see how that’s a problem.  Jumps aren’t allowed.”

Now Oliver is confused.  “I’m pretty sure jumps are a large part of pairs skating.”

And now Diggle laughs.  “Anatoli, you son of a bitch.  He didn’t tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“I’m not looking of a pairs team,” Diggle says.  “I’m looking for ice dancers.”

And at first, Oliver is like, Hard no.  Pass.  But then he makes the mistake of telling Thea about this strange meeting, and she’s all for it.  “You loved the ice.”

“I did.  I still do.  But I don’t love who I was on the ice.”

“Then do it right this time.”

And oh, look, we’re at the end of chapter one.

So Oliver calls Diggle and says, “I’m in,” and, BTW, who’s my partner?

“Felicity Smoak.  Great skater.”

Oliver’s never heard of her.  Thea, who should know her, has never heard of her.

“Fly out to Boston.  You can see her in action.”

Digg’s right - Felicity Smoak is a great skater.

It’s just - she’s a speed skater.  Short track, to be precise.

“Promise is a promise, Smoak,” Digg says.  “You said you’d give it a try if I found the right partner.  Well, here he is.”

So, to recap: We have a man who hasn’t skated professionally in a decade, with a bum knee who can’t jump; and woman who hasn’t figure skated since she was a little girl.  And yes, Felicity is fast and has great edgework and kind of remembers how to spin - but seriously.  This is the Island of Misfit Skaters, here.

But what the hell, right?

So they start practicing.

And I haven’t figured out all the details, but here’s what I got so far, in bullet points because this is already way too long:

- Turns out Felicity was a crackerjack figure skater when she was little, but the cost of the sport was just too much for her single mother, so she turned to speed skating.  “And roller derby.  You can make some good under-the-table cash at roller derby.”

- Neither one can dance.  Like, really.  They can’t dance.  Digg has to teach these idiots how to dance off the ice, so they can dance on the ice.  “Oliver, can you please hold her a little closer.  My God, you two are adults and you’re acting like this is a middle school dance.”

- So you know how the ISU picks the theme/type of dance for the short program?  Yeah, in this fic, it’s the tango.  So, basically, sex on skates.

- They’re first performance?  UTTER DISASTER.  Horrible short program.  But they pull it together for the long and somehow it goes viral and now everyone is talking about Smoak/Queen because they got like, a million youtube hits.

- So we go through some competitions and off-ice shenanigans because the best way to get those twizzles in sync is clearly to spend lots and lots of time together off-ice.

- And now it’s Nationals, 2018.

- They’re main competition?  West and West.  As in Iris West and Wally West, a sibling team.

- Smoak and Queen come in second.  Do I want the extra drama of the US Olympic Committee not wanting to pick them for the team?  TBD  

- Other familiar faces?  The Canadian team of Danvers and Allen.  Oliver thinks their suspiciously nice.  (They aren’t.  They are genuinely puppy dogs).  (They’ve been skating together since they were four.  Their mothers have been planning their wedding since they were 13.  Little do they know, Kara is sleeping with James, their choreographer, and Barry has a mad crush on Iris West.)

- Tommy Merlyn and Laurel Lance were contemporaries of Oliver back in the day (they skated pairs), are now engaged, and serve as commentators for whatever fake channel is broadcasting the Olympics.

- Now, here’s where it gets muddy.

- Because in the movie, the woman has a fiancee, and the man sleeps with a rival skater.  And I don’t want to do that.

- So I think we need another source of conflict.

- You remember that episode of Friends where either Ross or Chandler is worried that his actress girlfriend is cheating on him with her co-star?  And Joey says if two people haven’t slept together, their sexual chemistry is through the roof, but once they have, it disappears?

- Oliver and Felicity are at peak sexual chemistry at Nationals.

- And - don’t shoot me - but I kinda want them to sleep with each other before the Olympics.  Or maybe at the Olympics.  In the Village.  The night before they’re scheduled to skate their short program for the Team competition.

- And it’s bad.

- Like - Oliver and Felicity should not have bad sex.  But they’re tired and on a college dorm twin bed and I don’t even know how they got themselves in this situation but the bottom line is they have sex and it’s bad.

- And the next morning is sooooo awkward.

- And they have to skate the tango.

- And like, with the tango, hate could have helped.  But they aren’t angry at each other, they’re just tentative.  And awkward.

- And their program is technically fine but has no fire, no passion.

- And they come off the ice and Digg just looks at them like, Fuck, you idiots screwed each other and now have screwed yourselves.

- Yeah I don’t know what happens next to fix it.

- But they do a great short program a few days later.

- Oh I forgot the part about doing a semi-legal lift or something I don’t know I’m making this up as I type it.

- So they’re in solid position for the long program and they get to skate last and Hey, this would be a great time to have an Airing of the Feelings NO KARA NO ONE NEEDS A COUGH DROP.

- And then they skate the Performance of Their Lives.

- But is it enough?  Do they Win the Gold?

- (They win the gold.)

- Why am I like this?

- Any one got music suggestions for the long program?  Because the short is clearly Assassin’s Tango.

EDITS:

- Commentary will now be done by Martin Stein (as the network guy) and Sara Lance and Leonard Snart, former pairs skaters.

- I’m now thinking Oliver and Felicity need to skate the short program in the Team competition, helping Team USA secure the bronze, and at the celebration afterwards things get a little out of hand, one thing leads to another, and yeah - either awkward sex or awkward near sex.

- Want to see their short dance?  It’s right here (Virtue and Moir, 2010 Olympics) (Although it’s a bit of a cheat because this was before they reformatted Ice Dancing from three skates to two, but whatever.  Check out the lift!)

- I have their Long Program/Free Dances picked out, too, but I ain’t telling.

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※ JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. VIII ※

here’s sentences from 10 more of jenna’s videos! feel free to change names/pronouns/zodiac signs/etc.! more jenna sentences

OPEN LETTERS

“So I had a bunch of thoughts floating around in my head and I didn’t know what to do with them, so I decided to make them all open letters.”

“Dear open letters: lighten up, man. Take it easy.”

“This is really difficult because I have my contacts in and my glasses on.”

“Why is your dog screaming? Like, literally screaming.”

“I’ve met more new people in the last week of my life than I have in the past year. I don’t know if that’s the saddest thing ever or the most awesome thing ever.”

“Good try, but it needs a little work.”

“What’s your favorite vegetable? Eggplant, said no one.”

“We know you know. You know we know.”

“Stop keeping all the cool stuff for yourselves. It’s selfish.”

“0/10 design, I am very angry.”

“Who thought of this? This is a terrible idea.”

“Dear avocados: you can still fuck yourselves, you’re getting worse.”

“Are you sure you’re supposed to be here? Because something doesn’t seem right.”

“I feel better now.”

“Dear bees: if you’re so endangered, why are there always at least 100 of you in my backyard at any given moment just waiting to give your life and hurt me?”

“You’re a do-nothing. Do you wanna be a do-nothing? Cause right now, you’re a do-nothing.”

“I sprayed hairspray directly into my ear the other day, and it was a horrible experience. I don’t wanna relive it ever again.”

“I like, really, really wanna be your friend.”

“Not everything in life requires crying.”

“We get it, you’re on an emotional roller coaster called life, but aren’t we all?”

“Can you please shut the fuck up?”

FULL FACE USING ONLY HIGHLIGHTERS CHALLENGE

“Yes, finally, a makeup challenge that I can do.”

“I’m ready, I wanna do it, I’m so excited.”

“It feels like I dipped my face in a bowl of nacho cheese.”

“I look like the tin man, but we’re gonna fix it.”

“It’s starting to smell a little like paint thinner, but I think it’s worth it.”

“I want you to be able to see my face in the dark.”

“This is the look I’m going for.”

“I’m gonna use this mascara in the color ‘my parents are disappointed in me’.”

“I wanna be seen from space.”

“I mean, now I’m ready.”

“Get on my level, all other makeup artists.”

“This video has been the highlight of my life.”

BAD HABITS

“I need some tape to tape my eyes open.”

“I’m not secretly addicted to crack cocaine.”

“It’s more of a nervous thing.”

“I’m kinda lazy, so that’s kind hard to do.”

“I can’t help it, cause it makes me feel better.”

“Hey, you wanna stay up for another 3 hours?”

“Better go ahead and watch the entire season right now.”

“Is it rude? Yes. Is it terrible? Yes.”

“I feel like it makes every argument a little less serious.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay, it’s really not a big deal.”

“I’m helping us in the long-term.”

“Who the fuck invented contacts? Incredible invention.”

“I’m doing what they would want me to. I’m living my best life.”

“I don’t really like to throw things out, because things are so good, why would I throw this out?”

“That is not an appropriate thing to do with your belongings.”

“A little bit of chaos is good for your kitchen or your house, not a lot though.”

“I’m borderline too much.”

“I somehow refuse to charge anything ever.”

“I’m the most annoying person.”

“I have a really bad habit about being very nitpicky about not even the things that matter in life.”

“That fuckin’ pillow needs to go there.”

“Don’t fucking touch that, or I will kill you.”

“I’m very sorry. I’m working on it.”

“He knows that he owns my soul.”

“This is the reality that I’ve created for myself.”

“I get locked out all the time.”

“That’s not a habit, it’s just a thing.”

“What am I supposed to do about that?”

“Have you seen this dog yet? I found it.”

“That is the spice of life, am I right?”

“I feel vulnerable. I always do. You know that.”

REVIEWING BAD APPS 2

“It’s just fuckin’ funny, man, okay?”

“Whose life is this?”

“Here we motherfuckin’ go.”

“This app can’t be good for anyone.”

“This is not legal. There’s no way they can do this.”

“This is disgusting, you know that?”

“I give that a get out of my ear/10.”

“I’ve never been happier to play rock paper scissors with a stranger.”

“Blink if you’re being held captive.”

“We were playing rock paper scissors and now we’re buying a bikini.”

“This got so fucking creepy!”

“This is a work environment…!”

“What the fuck is this job you got, girl, you’re better than that!”

“This is what happens if you do drugs once.”

“10/10 idea for a tattoo.”

“This is criminal.”

“I think that’s sexy Christmas, and worth a dollar.”

“That is a demon.”

“That was weird and sad.”

“That was so aggravating!”

“Can he see us?”

“That is the most legendary app of all time.”

“Don’t touch my hat, what is wrong with you?”

MY BOYFRIEND TEACHES ME JIU JITSU

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“This doesn’t sound like the sport for me.”

“This doesn’t sound like a sport at all.”

“You can strangle someone to death.”

“Am I allowed to lick? Spit? Blow on you? Scream loudly? Sing a song?”

“It’s basically the same rules as Kindergarten; don’t be a complete asshole and spit on people.”

“Sounds like a disrespectful sport, that’s what it sounds like.”

“Is there gonna be snacks?”

“Please don’t break my arm.”

“No, you can’t sing that.”

“One, two, three, goodbye.”

“It felt wrong.”

“That’s really not allowed.”

“Don’t do that with your tongue.”

“Can’t you just kill them with your kindness?”

“Oh my fuck, you’re heavy.”

“My leg hurts, is that normal?”

“I don’t want to choke you, I love you.”

“It doesn’t look very threatening when I do it.”

“Don’t you want to choke me right now?

“I love you, but don’t do that.”

“Ow, for fuck’s sake!”

“Whose hand is that?”

“What do you call this? Is it called ‘sleepover’?”

“Why would anyone want to do this?”

“Don’t do it, I tried it, it’s a bad idea.”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“I feel like I didn’t even get a workout, I just got wet.”

ROAST YOURSELF CHALLENGE

“You know, I don’t eat beef, but, if I did, I would like it roasted.”

“You were cool in 2012, the end.”

“You’re actual trash.”

“You got a Masters Degree and don’t use it.”

“Not cool, man. Clarinets are easy to misplace.”

“The fuck was that, a Lion King reference?”

“Can’t even trust you to not make it weird for even one second.”

“I’m not making it weird, you’re making weird.”

“Ya nasty. Get a manicure.”

“You should grow up and get a job.”

“You have a radio show because your face is better for radio.”

“Where is your top lip?”

“I watched you bite your own toenail the other day.”

“Your hair is stupid!”

ASMR MUKBANG UNBOXING GAMING TUTORIAL

“Can someone fucking help you?”

“I hear that they have billions of dollars and lots of Mexican food.”

“I would prefer neater handwriting, but this slop-fest will have to do for now.”

“They only fill the chips up to about here.”

“These have been sitting out for a little while, so they’re kind of stale.”

“It tastes a little like the long line I waited in to get this.”

“Did you do anything fun today at school?”

“I got it at Target.”

“It smells good, but it’s a lot, you know?”

“There’s a tag that says something about getting arrested if you take it off.”

“Am I going to jail now?”

“I’ve been to that bitch’s house, and I can’t get Kylie lip kit.”

“I hope this was everything you wanted ever.”

REACTING TO MY OLD VIDEOS (300TH VIDEO)

“It’s hard to watch yourself, and it’s cringey, especially if it’s old.”

“Oh, man, this is brutal.”

“A very nice young girl with a very large chip on her shoulder.”

“I’m still incredibly embarrassed and ashamed.”

“Look at this tan, though… look at this tan.”

“There was a fire at my job, and, like a good employee, I put the fire out with a fire extinguisher.”

“I was working at a tanning salon, and I was like, this is a good look.”

“I am past this phase, thankfully.”

“It looks like it feels like Doritos because it did feel like Doritos.”

“I’ve come a long way.”

“Those things are demonic-looking.”

“The voice is very jarring.”

“It’s a lot. If you could just dial it back, like, a bunch of notches, that’d be really great.”

“I mean, I can’t say that I blame you.”

“I can’t even fully understand what I’m saying.”

“He filmed the whole thing on my laptop.”

“I’ve been the same since day one, so…”

“The worst quality, the worst audio, just terrible. Terrible all around.”

“She seems like a nice girl.”

“Jenna, I feel like you’re throwing your life away.”

“I think my entire life will be a cycle of me looking back at everything I’ve ever done and being like, ‘this is horrible. I hate it’.”

“I hate you for this.”

“This is the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It genuinely pissed people off.”

“People were so mad at me.”

“It felt like people hated me personally.”

“Everyone’s just thinking that I’m some alcoholic.”

“I certainly feel that I’ve changed a lot as a person.”

“I’ve said lots of things that I probably shouldn’t have said.”

“It means everything to me. I just really appreciate it more than I could ever possibly tell you.”

“I changed my life.”

“Thank you so, so, so, so much for being kind to me, and caring, and giving me a chance to learn from my mistakes.”

“This is the most fun, most cool, most amazing thing that I could ever ask for.”

THOUGHTS FROM A BATHTUB 2

“Petition to make formal bath time a thing.”

“You can’t fit a square peg in a round hole, but you can light everything on fire.”

“They already make hot sauce, but why don’t they make cold sauce for food that’s too spicy?”

“I think it should be socially acceptable to sprint anywhere you want to. It’s faster, and I’m in a hurry.”

“One time, I wished upon a cloud.”

“The word tabletop is redundant.”

“Don’t hate the player, hate the coach.”

I think alarm systems would be more effective if, instead of alarm noises, they just shouted out the entire Gettysburg Address.”

“One time, your parents had sex with each other.”

“I think a really dirty, lazy person invented Febreeze.”

“I will now perform the opening song “Bonjour” from “Beauty and the Beast”.”

“I feel vulnerable right now. I feel very vulnerable and out there.”

JENNA’S RATCHET FASHION BOUTIQUE: DOG COSTUMES

“I was genuinely baffled by it.”

“I am a mere mortal, not a crafting god.”

“I feel like this is the fairest way to do this, to please everyone.”

“This could get very dicey, but let’s do it, I’m ready.”

“Now you’re filled in, congratulations, you’re welcome.”

“This is really, really bad.”

“I don’t really know what my plan is.”

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before.”

“I hope I don’t regret this.”

“Why wait for Halloween to make your dreams come true?”

“Much to your, and my, surprise, this actually works.”

“Is it overkill? Yeah.”

“See something cool? Make a mediocre version of it.”

“Please work, please work.”

“I don’t have any other ideas, there is no Plan B, this has to work.”