#your dad is always mad and that must be why is the inspo

[peachdues]

last night while I couldn’t sleep, I started thinking of a new Rengoku fic inspired by seven by Taylor swift and uhhhhh

[wsgeon]

hey everyone! ummm this is peyton (also the mun of lee hyeon) taking a second shot at a second character — i have a lot of muse for this one, so i swear he’ll be around for a while… 🥵 this is ryu geon, yes his name rhymes with hyeon’s & no i do not care ♥️ he’s the lead guitarist/vocalist of meta and also the son of a former nobody rockstar, but i’ll get into all that below! like this post if you’d like for me to come into your ims to plot, click the read more for more info on geon, and/or click here to be taken to his pages: CAREER, DOSSIER, PINTEREST.

HISTORY.

born in autumn ‘97 to a “budding rockstar” (translation: “no yeah i swear our band’s really starting to take off, we sold twenty-three tickets to our last show!”) & a woman with commitment issues ♥️ geon’s dad always told him that his mom left because she had some dire matters that needed to be taken care of and SWORE that she cried the last time she held her dear baby boy, but all of his dad’s bandmates say that she was just some groupie and had to be persuaded into carrying her child to term… who can say for sure?

naturally, there are no pictures of this mystery woman. there was one (1) of her holding infant geon, but then he found out that that was actually a sound tech who worked for his dad’s band… and he just never corrected geon’s assumptions LOLLLL

anyway! he was always really close to his dad, considering they were a two-person family. he has a set of grandparents, an aunt and a couple cousins but they were never involved with geon’s life because his dad is the #blacksheep of the family. geon and his dad against the world, am i right?

uhhh geon was also kind of a black sheep growing up, but he didn’t really notice? he was a happy kid, very energetic and enthusiastic. a lot of adults in the area looked down on him & his dad, but he was SOOOO blind to it because his dad’s a god in his eyes and HE’S always been nice to everyone, so why would they not like him??? because his clothes smelled a little like dad’s cigarette smoke??? big deal

wasn’t troublesome (beyond talking too much), but a lot of people still expected bad things from him :/ “his father’s a dirtbag, i’ll be surprised if that boy doesn’t end up in jail by 20”, “he won’t amount to anything without a proper role model in his life”, “his dad is teaching him how to slack off”, “he won’t contribute anything to society”, etc. he kindaaa picked up on this as he got older but pretended not to because it was more rewarding to play dumb and keep being a good kid(tm) to prove them wrong

was basically a mini version of his dad. same style, similar features, birthmarks in the same places, same “live today, die tomorrow” approach in life, same affinity for singing & playing rock music. ummm he loved his dad a lot. a lot. a lot. wanted to make him proud SO BAD, started his first band when he was 15 and they sucked so bad but his dad was their biggest fan… you know how it is. a lot of people misunderstood him, but he was a very good guy and such a great parent

TW DEATH unfortunately he passed away just shy of geon’s 18th birthday and your boy still hasn’t forgiven the world for taking his dad when he was in the middle of his angsty teen phase — had he known that their time together was dwindling, he would’ve been so so so much better to him END TW

his dad’s band actually rocketed into the charts after he passed & suddenly they were getting loads of publicity, lots of “what a shame that he went under-appreciated” which pissed geon off SOOOO bad because why couldn’t they have had that energy when he was still alive? he’s still mad about it five/six years later

this is getting kinda long, so uhhh tl;dr, he ended up staying with the drummer of his dad’s band until he was old enough to live alone/READY to live alone, but he changed quite a bit. was really going through it, quit his band, stopped putting effort into school. barely graduated. went from being a social butterfly spending every weekend at a gig or with friends to spending all of his time on a pc or in front of a tv, playing console games. the internet comforted him when nobody else would/could and then he met the future members of meta <33333333 #newbeginnings

present day geon is still struggling, has to go to counseling bi-weekly but he’s coming back out of his shell! he wants to fall in love with life again, just wants to tread carefully... outgoing & will talk to absolutely anyone, but he still spends most of his time alone. hard to reach by text, so if you wanna talk to him, you better call/facetime LMAO. talks a mile a minute, especially if you get him going abt something he really likes. laughs a lot, smiles a lot, more habitual than actual signs of happiness but yk. ummm he has a really loud voice, mostly controlled nowadays but he still gets carried away sometimes. an absolute menace during long drives/flights, sorry meta.

funny but only when he’s in large groups. feeds off of other peoples’ energy, really good at reading a room and breaking the ice/making everyone comfortable, but if you meet him 1-on-1, none of his jokes land quite the same.

i envision him as being the kind of guy who carries himself in such a way that you’d assume he’s really popular/out of reach/maybe even full of himself, but he’s... not like that... at all... in fact, he’s kinda irritating when you get to know him. the personification of a flood followed by a drought and vice versa, always either too much or not enough. gets used/ghosted/dropped/dumped/whatever a lot because he’s soooo fun in the moment (if he isn’t in his feelings), but draining long-term.

really emotionally intelligent, in touch with his feelings in a way that a lot of people never thought he would be (probably thanks to counseling tbh). he’s very very rarely the type of person who will make you wonder what your place in his life is — he’s communicative, kind, honest. ummm he thinks that intimacy between friends needs to be more common, so he’s really affectionate with the people in his life. type of guy to tell you he loves you every chance he gets (calling you when he’s drunk, sounding like a clingy ex type beat) & greet you/depart with a hug. losing his dad kinda fucked him up in the way that he won’t leave/hang up until his friends say “i love you” back, gets kinda (re: very) upset if he’s denied that and/or a hug.

TRIVIA.

has been playing the guitar “longer than he’s been walking” (not really, but he swears it’s true).

uhhh he really likes nail art, but he’s kinda hesitant in what he tries? mainly sticks to black polish (or other plain colors), but sometimes he’ll get little designs added in as well. mainly does it himself because he still doesn’t feel comfortable in salons... if his work looks bad, leave him alone <3 he’s trying

inspired by people like kurt cobain, nicky wire, yungblud, billie joe armstrong & damiano david in the fact that he’s not against wearing dresses or skirts on stage. doesn’t do it ALL the time, but often enough that it doesn’t go unnoticed. some people say that he does it for attention because he doesn’t dress like that elsewhere and tbh they’re probably kinda right

interested in history (only SOME... dinosaurs, ancient civilizations, specialized areas like the history of circuses/clowns/skateboarding/punk, stuff like that yk), stand-up comedy & documentaries. could spend a whole day watching documentaries and would say he had fun, has a lot of useless knowledge that nobody gives a fuck about and is kinda dumb when it comes to things that matter

when it comes to music, he prefers playing really fast and heavy rock or punk over anything else, but he actually listens to a lot more soft indie on his own time... he’s too tense these days to be listening to anything else RIPPP

the vibe: homemade tie-dye, ripped slipknot t-shirts, frosted tips, neon crocs with alien & peace-sign charms, chipped black nail polish, calloused hands, cheesy pick-up lines used NOT to land a date but to pull a smile, driving until he’s lost, stupid socks paired with pressed suits, dramatic poetry in an iphone note, etc. 

PLOT IDEAS.

people he met through online support groups about coping with grief

uhhh an on & off relationship that’s been going for who-knows-how-long. the reason for this is up for discussion, but i imagine that he hasn’t given up yet because the constant highs and lows are a good source of inspo 🤪 artists must suffer for their art!

opposite side of the coin — someone he’s interested in, but he’s NOT disloyal so it’s a pattern of persistent courting when he’s single vs intense friend-zoning when he’s not and they’re getting tired of trying to figure out what he wants from them

someone else who likes nail art & can convince him that NOBODY cares if he goes to a salon

someone (probably female but doesn’t really matter tbh) who feels like his feminism is entirely performative… maybe they attack him directly for it or maybe they just REALLY don’t like him and they’re super vague about it idk. either way, please tell him that activism is much more than recommending one female artist a year and saying “clothes have no gender 🤪” so he can be praised for the bare minimum (his heart is in the right place but his skull is empty)

someone super introverted who comes out of their shell with geon! uhhh maybe they think that he’s the one doing them a favor, but in reality spending time with them has been doing wonders for his mental health

other people who like to skate. let’s congregate at the local skatepark and scare the middle schoolers away

someone who inspires him musically, for whatever reason. lots of late nights in studios, idly strumming his guitar and writing lyrics that definitely aren’t about how their eyes look in these dim lights… umm maybe he thinks he has a crush on them but really doesn’t and ends up hurting them eventually, maybe he really DOES have a crush but will (probably) never do anything abt it or maybe it’s entirely platonic and he just admires them a ridiculous amount

someone who likes to make music as a hobby, prob won’t publish/release any of it but it’s fun to imagine. spontaneous meetings with geon in the middle of the night, recording songs together and keeping the WORST takes for the laughs. there’s probably a diss-track of them going in on each other floating around somewhere even though geon can’t rap for shit

night owls who keep him company on the phone, even if they can’t be there physically. them talking really quietly vs geon shouting at them while he plays games LMAO

gaming buddies. come over, maybe you can carry geon through his game of the week or you can both fail but have fun while you’re at it… or you can scream while he fends off that hoard of zombies behind you

i’m typing this at the last minute (literally) so i’m gonna stop here, but i will get a proper plots page put up asap with a wider variety of connections!!! but as always, please do let me know if you have any other ideas. i’m always happy to plot and write with you all 🌚

[thran-duils]

You’re Now Mine (P.14)

Title: You’re Now Mine (Part 14) Summary:  Fulfilling a request for @lets-personofinterestontumbir! – “Could you do a drabble for the Persephone AU I don’t know If you’ve seen once upon a time but the episode 1x07 reminded me a lot of this story when the evil queen ripped out the huntsmen’s heart if you could do something like that it would be awesome. Thank you.” Words: 1,795 Warnings: DARK AF, Emotional/Mental abuse, smut Author’s Note: Sorry for such a long delay but I needed inspo which I have now! I am glad though that I waited because I was given a whole new storyline idea to take it now that we know what we know about the SPN verse.

Chap 13 || Chap 15 || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

“You… killed… them.”

Upon landing back in his throne room in hell, it had taken a few moments for you to wrap your head around what had transpired. Your friends – your family – were dead. And Lucifer had killed them.

“Yes.” Lucifer’s tone was cold as he pulled away from you, leaving you. You stumbled a bit, hand coming to rest on the back of his throne.

Lucifer breathed deeply; his gaze pointed upwards. “Wasn’t it you that mentioned my dad? You know how he hasn’t shown up?” You choked out a small noise, which he took as an answer. He turned his head to look back at you, brows raised expectantly. “What is the best way to get him to show up if you think those fucking idiots are important?”

At loss for words, tears pricked your eyes, feeling the grief coming on like a wave. Lucifer must have noticed because he turned around completely and came back to your side. Leaning down, he forced you to look at him through your bleary gaze.

“To kill them, princess. To kill them.”

He said it so nonchalantly. He dismissed them so flippantly, what they meant to you. He always had. He did not seem to care about your feelings at all and to be frank, he seemed to never have had. Flaring anger scorched through you then.

“Why did you do that?” you shouted, losing your cool.

“I just told you why. Are you deaf?”

“That makes absolutely no sense! You just wanted them dead! You’ve always wanted them dead! How do you even know he cares about them that much?”

“Not that I have to explain anything to you, but… think about it, Y/N. Dad has been ignoring us. All of us. While none of us were injured or you know, dead. If he loves the Winchesters so much, well… I sure as hell have his attention now.”

Chest heaving, you exclaimed, “What if he doesn’t bring them back?”

“Well, then what you said is still true. I did want them dead and now they are. You don’t need them anyway.”

“No! You don’t get to kill my family and then expect me to be okay with it! Get mad at me! Lock me in my room and let me starve again! I don’t care!”

You started hyperventilating.

To your immense shock, Lucifer was gentle, pulling you close.

He cooed, “You’ll be alright, princess. You have me.”

You had him. All you had was him now. That was the truth.

Lucifer nuzzled his nose into your neck. “Shh.” His arms tightened around you protectively. “I was doing what was best for you. And for all of us. We need dad to come give us a well, fucking deserved assist. He owes it to us. Especially to you.” He kissed the top of your head, giving your body a squeeze. “Plus, I have been preparing such a lovely place for you. Away from here. Portugal.”

“I don’t want to go to Portugal,” you choked out.

He pulled away, peering down at you. “I know your little emotions are whirling, my darling, sweet kitten.” He pecked the tip of your nose. “Hmm, you are okay. I’ll make it okay. You’ll be happy there. It’ll be top side. You’ll have sunlight. A beautiful forest. Acres to walk, get your exercise. This wasn’t working here anymore, obviously. Too many loose ends and back doors. Where I’ve got your new home, you’ll be protected from all angles.”

This is what it had come to. One gilded cage traded for another.

“Can I take you? I think it’ll help you calm down,” he practically purred.

His hands wandered, pulling you closer to him.

“Please? I worked so hard.”

“I…” you breathed, not finding the strength to continue.

He leaned down, cusping your face. He placed a slow long kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

<> <> <>

“Lucifer.”

Lucifer could not hold the contempt from his dry laugh. Turning around, he found Chuck perched up further the staircase leading down to the edge of the mountain. Lucifer was making himself more available, going to different locations on the planet, exposed, just waiting for Chuck to appear. He was not sure if he was more disappointed that he had; it might have meant something if even disposing of the Winchesters did not bring his dad to show his face.

“Wow. The Winchesters are really what it took for you to show up, huh?” Lucifer asked, masking his hurt as he turned around. “Not anything else going wrong in the world? No, just those blabbering, flannel wearing morons. Good to know.”

“You know how important they are. I explained that to you, Lucifer. At the beginning. Or have you forgotten?”

Lucifer waved him off, stepping off, going to the edge of the cliff. He stared off the edge, hands in his pockets, jaw clenched.

“You’re going to have to give her back.”

This caused Lucifer to pay attention, turning his head to pierce his father with a stare.

Chuck told him firmly, “She’s not meant for you.”

“Says you, here in this little play through.”

It was Chuck’s turn to stiffen. Lucifer knew more about his father’s plans and games than he was comfortable with.

“Right,” Lucifer chuckled darkly, throwing up jazz hands. “I don’t know anything about that. Tell me though, do you like me more in the other places? Did you lock them away too?”

Chuck was silent, watching Lucifer closely.

“What I feel isn’t a fluke though, daddy-o. And you can’t just chalk it up to whatever the hell Castiel feels because I can assure you, I am very apt at separating myself from that. I wanted to squeeze Dean’s head like a pimple every time I had to exchange the same air as him.” He mimicked squeezing the life out of an object. “It was tiresome to put it lightly. But, say, what made you decide to try to pair Y/N with a foot angel this time around? Was it just to really stick it to me?”

“Castiel is more than a foot angel.”

Snorting, Lucifer responded, “Not to me.”

“What you feel isn’t my concern about it,” Chuck said, causing Lucifer to snap his mouth shut, glaring. “He needed her here. In this place. Every world is different.”

After a few beats, Lucifer cocked his head to the side. He chirped, “What are the other mes like?”

Chuck bypassed the question, stepping away from Lucifer. “I didn’t change you. Like you’re insinuating I did in ‘this play through’. And that has proven to be a mistake.”

“You made a mistake?’ Lucifer crowed.

“It’s been known to happen. Rarely. But nonetheless…” Chuck said tightly.

“You didn’t foresee her and I ever being face to face here. You planned on them never releasing me,” Lucifer challenged. Chuck’s silence was all the answer he needed. “That wasn’t in your grand scheme. Well, you can thank your broken toys for that one. Luckily, they’re dead now. No more trouble and mishaps from here on out.”

“They’re not dead, Lucifer.”

That almost knocked Lucifer flat but he recovered quickly, anger rolling up from the pit of his stomach. He laughed out loud, boisterously. And in a second, a flip switched, and he practically shouted, “REALLY?”

“I need them, and you know it,” Chuck told him calmly in the face of Lucifer’s outburst. Lucifer turned away from him, scoffing loudly, trying to regain control of his emotions again. Chuck walked down a few steps to come closer and told him sincerely, “That being said, I know you’re upset. And you should be. I want to make it up to you.”

“You want to make it up to me,” Lucifer repeated sarcastically under his breath.

“Yes. I need your help.” Lucifer scoffed again and Chuck emphasized, “Again. I know that’s asking a lot, but I think it should suffice if I do something for you in return. Something big. Of your choosing that won’t jeopardize what we need to do here with Amara.”

Rolling the proposal around his in his mind, Lucifer was silent and Chuck waited patiently.

Without turning back around, Lucifer ordered, “Make her forget about Castiel.”

“You’ve only ever been in his vessel to her. It’s his face. And I won’t be killing him.”

“Honestly, don’t kill him. Let him suffer without her knowing him. He’s been such an annoying gnat to me this millennia and even more so this last year.” He added, “And you know, like you can’t make that memory obsolete if I had a new vessel that you could put in its place.”

Chuck merely gave an uptick of his lip to acknowledge what Lucifer said was true.

“Give me back Nick. He was a good vessel. If you want to make it up to me, this is how.”

“You’re forgetting everyone she knows and has relationships with outside of Castiel.”

“They don’t matter!” Lucifer bellowed, losing his temper. “I know you let me have her in other realities. And it’s not just because of Castiel that she feels for me too. If it was just him, she would never give me an inch of what I ask.”

Silence fell between them.

Chuck finished walking down the stairs to stand before Lucifer. He shrugged, “So, just for you and only you?”

“Yes,” Lucifer spat, exasperated.

“She is going to die eventually, Lucifer. What will you do then?”

“She hasn’t been aging under my care,” Lucifer informed him. Chuck cocked his head, his eyes only widening ever so slightly, causing Lucifer to sneer, “I learned some very valuable things from you that I can wield myself.”

Chuck exhaled heavily, turning his gaze away from Lucifer. “Fine. We pull this off, I’ll do it.”

Lucifer shook his head defensively and said, “No, not after. Before.” He noticed the bemused expression on Chuck’s face and laughed darkly. “I don’t trust you. I can’t.”

Chuck chuckled in return, shrugging sheepishly, “The feeling is likewise. How do I know you won’t just bolt?”

“Like you wouldn’t be able to find me?”

Narrowing his eyes, Chuck retorted, “I need my strength, Lucifer. All of it to go up against her.”

“This is beans to you, and you know it!”

“We’ll split it up then. What will it be? Which part of the deal for you first?”

Lucifer considered the proposition.

“What do you think?” he asked Chuck dryly, finally. “I want Castiel removed from the equation. We’ll deal with this –” he gestured down at his vessel – “after. She’ll be fine for a few days by herself while we get this done. I’ll tell you where she’s at.”

“I know where she’s at,” Chuck smirked lightly. “I’m God after all.”

~~~

CASTIEL FOREVER TAGS: @willowing-love @perseusandmedusa @greenappleeyes @afanofmanystuffs @earthtokace @shikaros-blog @marisayouass @splendidcas @stixnstripesworld

[yangrdn]

Alone

pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

a/n: aaaaand i’ve finally fnished this!! Started this about one month ago but then went on vacation and then the motivation and inspo to write just vanished. hope you’re happy with this one tho, and feedback is always appreciated *insert shy pointing fingers*

Summary: After Peter left you hanging again, you realize being alone is much better.

words: 2.2k

Warnings: one mention of sex and periods

This is baised on the song Sola by Danna Paola.

here is the english translation

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This was now the third time he was late to a date, and in only two weeks. If he actually had a decent reason, you wouldn't be so mad about it. 

You and Peter have been official for three months, after secret meetings and kisses behind your fathers back. You see, being Tony Stark's adoptive daughter comes with its pros and cons. Pros being meeting the Avengers, cons being not being able to date one of them. All the "a superhero won't make you first, blah blah blah" stuff he told you about too many times. 

This was probably one of the many times he didn't make you first. You respected that,of course; He was a superhero after all! There's no way he could be on time everytime while having an entire city expecting him once crime happens. But he could've told you he wouldn't make it, right? 

He didn't. He just said he would be there and if he's late, it'll only be 10 minutes max- it's been two hours. You've been waiting for him in front of the restaurant your dad suggested for nearly two hours and no signal that he's alive. No message, no call; not even Happy telling you he won't make it and then driving you home. 

You sigh as you check your phone for - what could be - the fifth time in only ten minutes. You really did have a lot of hope and trust in Peter, after all the times he didn't show up. But when your father demands something from him, he does it immediately. 

You look around before crossing the streets. Before you can even start walking, a black car pulls up next to you. You walk faster and keep your head up, to not seem scared. 

"He didn't show up? Is this the..." Your dad looks at the sky as he seems to be thinking, "millionth time?" You turn around and lower your head walking to the car. You open the door to the passenger side and get in, folding your arms over your chest and looking into the distance. 

"Don't say it," you warn him. Tears threaten to leave your eyes again and you close them. 

"I told you so" he huffs and starts the car. You groan and lean your head against the car window. 

"He told me he would be there and said he would only be 10 minutes late the most, why is he never there?" At this point, the tears are silently running down your face, head still leaned against the window, face hidden from your dad. 

"I told you tha-" You cut him off.

 "No! You always tell me 'a hero has to do his things' but you and Pepper also worked it out! I also have school and so much work to do but still make time for him. So why can't he? Why must you show up and tell me he can't? He can swing there himself and tell me." You are looking at your dad now, tear stained face full in display for him to see. 

He would never admit it, but seeing you like this always hurt him. He may not show emotions sometimes, and not tell you that he appreciates you and loves you a lot, but yet he does and tries to show you how much you mean to him. So, like every dad I guess, he talked to you much more after he found out about you and Peter; Wanting to know a lot just so he knows he's done nothing wrong and that you trust him enough. You do. Even though you have Pepper and trust her, too, your dad is still the first one to know about prolems in your life - besides things that have to do with periods, pregnancy and sex. There, Pepper is a much more comfortable person to talk to. 

Your sudden outburst pained him. He's never seen you like this, maybe only at Nats funereal, where everyone couldn't stop crying, even days after. He tried everything to get Morgan’s and your minds away from her death. He couldn't let his daughters hurt the whole day and not do anything. Now, he just wanted the same; Get your mind away from Peter and see you smile again. So that's what he's going to do: Talk with you and distract you from him. Peter - yeah, he would talk with him later. 

When you arrived at the Avengers Tower, the first thing you did was running to your room and slamming the door behind you, signaling that you want to be alone and are in a bad mood. 

Downstairs, in the living room, Sam and Bucky were watching the TV before you slammed the door, which took them by suprise and made them jump up from the couch. They shared a look before turning their heads to Pepper, who was currently talking to Thor. She let her eyes widen at your actions and looked behind her, finding a disappointed Tony. He sighs and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. 

"Peter," he simply says, expecting everyone to know. When he is met with confused looks, he sighs again. "He didn't show up." Pepper lowers her head and Thor leaves. Bucky turns his head back to the TV before letting his shoulders fall and Sam purses his lips, disappointed that Peter did not take his advice last week. 

"Guys, guys..." someone says as they enter the room. Everyone turns to the door, face falling even more. A red-faced Peter is leaning with his back against the doorframe and still in his suit, sweat dripping down his forehead. He is breathing heavily, having ran all the way from his home to here,right after chasing a car down for nearly 30 minutes straight. Everyone is looking at him, awaiting an explanation on why he wasn't there on time. 

"Do- Do you know where Y/N's at? I was late and have been searching her a-" His question gets cut off by yelling.

 "Leave me alone, Morgan! I told you already!" Right after that, there's another sound of a door slamming. Peter's eyes dart between every Avenger in the room, furrowing his eyebrows, not knowing what just happened. After some silence, little footsteps are heard from the stairs and a small figure enters the room. A sad Morgan looks around the room with tears in her brown big eyes and wet cheeks. The second her eyes spot Pepper, she runs to her and throws her arms around her legs. Pepper rubs her back and lifts her onto her hip, all whilst Morgan still cries, now hiding her face in the crock of her mother's neck. 

"She's in her room,"  Bucky says coldy. Sam smacks the back of his head. 

"Ow! What was that for?"

 "You were not supposed to say that!" 

After a beat of silence, there's a loud sigh leaving Tony's lips. He stands with his arms folded across his chest, a pointed look on his face. 

"Mr. Stark, I'm so sorry! Really I di-" Peter instantly falls silent as he the grown man walks to the teen, putting his hand on his shoulder and pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. 

"I did this too many times today," he shakes his head and sighs again. "Look, Peter, I told you what would come with all this," he stops and motions with his hands to Peter's suit, "and I also told you about you and Y/N." Peter simply nods whilst letting his head hang low. 

"And now I'll tell you about how to fix this: talking. Not to me, not to her mother" he turns and reaches his arm out to Pepper, "but to Y/N. And then you can see where that will go. You'll need to respect her decision and she'll need to respect yours so you two can work this out. But only by talking to her. We can not really decide for her and take your apology," Tony explains and lets his hand fall from Peter's shoulder. The boy stares up at him and smiles. 

"Okay, I'll go talk to her now!" he says happily. Tony smiles and waves his hand when Peter turns around to take the stairs. 

"Oh, and Peter!" Bucky shouts. Peter looks at him expectantly. 

"Tell her she still owes me five dollars," he says casually and returns to the TV. Sam throws his head back and groans, face palming. Peter frowns and makes his way up to your room slowly. 

As he arrives and stands in front of the  door, he breathes in a couple of times before thinking what he might say to you. When he's about to knock his phone vibrates in his pocket, signaling that he got a message. He turns around and unlocks it. It's a message from Mj saying he fucked up again. A groan leaves Peters mouth. So you had already told Mj. He can now only hope Ned didn't hear about this yet. 

He knocks on the door and waits for your response, shifting his weight from his left to right foot. You sniff before lifting your head from your pillow and throwing a sock against the door. 

"I swear if Morgan told you to come in here, Dad, I'll-" 

"It's not Tony." You instantly fall silent and let your head fall to the wet pillow again. You really don't want to talk to him so ignoring him seems to be the best option right now. You get up and sit in front of your desk and take your headphones and phone, starting a playlist you made with Pepper a long time ago. You put it on shuffle and lay your head on your arms. 

"Y/N? Are you even listening?" Peter asks, the side of his face pressed against the wooden door in hopes to hear you talking. When he doesn't, he knocks again louder. 

"Ugh," you sigh and get up, unlocking the door and sitting down on your bed again. You stare ahead of you, ignoring Peter's presence. 

"Y/N, I know I f-" he stops and frowns. You are still wearing your headphones and he can hear the song 'Sola' play on your phone. He stays still and waits for you to take them off. When you don't, he sighs again. Fixing his gaze on your phone, he stretches out his arm and webs your phone, pulling it to him, so that your headphones fly from your head and your phone with them, slamming against the wall of your room. 

"Are you out of your mind?" You gasp and get up quickly. After walking to your phone to make sure it's not broken, you exhale deeply and close your eyes. You turn around and raise your brows, nodding to him so he can talk. He wets his lips before explaining.

"Look, I know I promised you I wouldn't do that again and- why are you rolling your eyes at me?" 

"Just- ugh keep talking" you say and try to keep yourself calm.

"I tried my best to make it on time, all the times we were supposed to meet and- and-" he cuts himself off and plays with the mask in his hand.

"And?"

"And I kept lying to you and promised promises I couldn't keep," he finishes his sentence and hangs his head low. You exhale and think about what to say next, without letting your emotions get to you.

"See! I can't keep letting you lie to yourself and me. We both know you won't keep a promise. So, I guess, I know what to do next." You shift your gaze to him and chew on your lip. 

You already wanted to do this a long time ago, but never got the strength to actually tell him. You knew he loved you and you loved him, but if you keep lying and making promises, it won't get both of you closer. Or happy. The next step won't make you happy, too, but if that means you'll not suffer more then so be it.

"No, please...I- I promise this time for real I'll be there! And if you want, we can meet here or somewhere else and I'll make sure aunt May doesn't need me and tha-" 

"No, I'm so done, Peter. I think it's better alone, without broken promises y'know?" you let your eyes fall to the floor again and let a teat slip out of your face. This was not a dream. You never wanted it to end, but at least it's in good terms. You can still be friends with him. Friends with the person you love...

"Do you mean that...you want to break up?" He whispers into the silence. You nod and let out a  shaky breath. He steps closer to you. 

"Can I- can I at least kiss you a last time?" He asks and lifts his hand. You smile sadly and step closer, lifting your own arms and bringing them around his neck. He closes his eyes and pulls you in, tasting your lips for the -now- last time. You feel him smile against your lips and instantly pull away shaking your head.

"I can't, sorry. Fictional kisses don't do anything anymore..." Upon hearing this, his smile falls and he nods. 

"I'll go now. See ya?" He says, which comes out as more like a question than a statement. You nod to the door and turn around. Once you hear it open and close again, Peter's footsteps in the hallway, you let out a sob and the tears fall. 

You'll hurt now, but at least there'll not be other days where you'll wait for him and get hurt more.

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( cismale | he/him | alperen duymaz ) —— isn’t that AMYCUS CARROW? yeah that is them, sitting there at the SLYTHERIN table with those other SEVENTH years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees an unwavering loyalty, wand always at the ready, scars that tell a million stories, messy scrawl on blank parchment, anger always at a simmer, and no regard for those unlike him. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty HOSTILE, SELFISH, and ABRASIVE. apparently they’re a DEATH EATER and PUREBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related. 

tw: abuse, scars.

basics

full name: amycus achelous carrow

nicknames: ame(s)

birthday: 14 june, 1959

sun/moon/rising sign: gemini sun, aries moon, aries rising

tidbits

amycus was born right before the arrival of his younger twin sister, alecto. the two being born into a family of wealth, loyalty, and class ( as one may see on the outside ). on the inside of the carrow family household, it was nothing but severe abuse that came in many different shapes. 

amycus truly has no respect for his parents for the way he and his sister were treated, but he always did his best as the ‘man’ of the household to take as many burdens as possible. he was well aware his future had a greater outcome than his twin sisters as she was set up on a pedestal for marriage. amycus knows alecto was made for so much more. 

while amycus doesn’t respect his parents for the way he was treated during his youth, they still hold his unwavering loyalty. he knows they are correct and received the dark mark to prove it. scars tw he often believes the scars left on his body by his father only helped him to become what he is today. while he resents it, he wouldn’t change it. end of tw

amycus is alecto’s number one fan. he’d do anything for her, and especially to protect her, but he was also well aware that she could handle herself – that’s why they worked so well as siblings. sharing emotional and physical trauma in their childhood would also be a factor in that.

he is incredibly manipulative and selfish – he will find any way out of the sight of blame and never apologizes. it’s who he is. amycus is full of himself and swears he has no flaws.

gemini sun: with the sun in gemini, the urge for self-expression is strong. these natives are often just as interested in collecting information as they are in sharing it. curious to a fault, geminis have a finger in every pie. their ability to adapt quickly to new situations generally gains them plenty of friends and social contacts. usually quite clever and witty, geminis enjoy intellectual conversations and they are easily bored if they are not getting enough mental stimulation.

aries moon: born with the moon in the sign of aries, you are likely to have a pronounced need for independence, as well as an assertive streak. aries is a fire sign, governing impulses, initiative and action. accordingly, you are likely to feel at your best when you involved with exciting, challenging or new experiences – anything that lets you express your pioneering side.

aries rising: the person who has aries rising is quick and direct. these people are extremely competitive and have an intense desire to win. they have little patience for people who are slow and deliberate. aries rising individuals also have a quick temper, however, he or she rarely holds a grudge.

wanted connections

i greet you with a battle hero's welcome, i take your indiscretions all in good fun: a connection based on the taylor swift song, tolerate it. essentially, someone whose love is only tolerated by amycus. this could be who he is forcibly betrothed to who actually might love him, or even someone he has been seeing but has never given any confirmation to. amycus is not a good guy.

and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up: someone equally as toxic as him – i’m thinking a long-term ex, most likely pureblood and just as wicked and as stubborn as him. great when it’s good, but terrible when it bad. i see this as someone who is loyal to the venit tempestas, while also incredibly rebellious.  click! is also a little inspo for this.

i think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be why: while amycus has always had the comfort of alecto during their upbringing, i’m thinking amycus might’ve had a friend or two growing up that understand the household they grew up in, even if they don’t talk now and amycus is hostile towards them. could be anyone ! 

this is where i got lazy with finding a taylor swift song that made sense fbdgshwj

enemies !!!!! enemies to lovers ?????

you get it

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Eve!!!! Need your thoughts about Taylor's album!!!! 💓💓💓💓💓💓

i love getting asked :”(((((( :”))))))) thank uuuuuuuu. let’s get to it. as usual, it’s an almost-first impression (normally i write my basic thoughts during the first listen – yeah i’d started doing it before getting this, you know, just in case – and then i review them w a second one, where i also select my favourite passage). sooo, let’s go

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the 1 — such sweet yet heartbreaking lyrics... very soft sound, if it sets the mood for the album im 100 per cent in! This one didn’t stick w me after one listen, but after the second i was like wooow! I love how she says waking up alone ughhh. 8

fave lyrics: persist and resist the temptation to ask you / if one thing had been different / would everything be different today?

cardigan — !!!!!!! the sound has that bittersweet something that gets under your skin and makes you nostalgic for something you can’t even pinpoint. it reminds me of the softest lana, especially in nfr (eg bartender!!). i’m in awe. instant obsession!!!! the ending takes you to another plane of existence – ‘cause i knew everything when i was young... i knew you’d miss me... you’d come back to me. also i’m crying. 10+

[it’s hard to choose bc the whole song reads like poetry but i’m especially obsessed w] giving me your weekends; once in twenty lifetimes; tried to change the ending / peter losing wendy; you drew stars around my scars

the last great american dynasty — storytelling on pointttt and sound, too! telling the story of someone she bought her house from?? the genius jumped out. she paints it like a romantic portrait, mad woman pacing on the shore, but then also gatsbian, the crazy parties, dali... and then takes it back to today w the key lime green dog, idk, iconic. i want to know this woman. this song truly takes you somewhere else, i thought it was a bit repetitive but then the bridge came in and the final vocals plus i had a marvelous time ruining everything, i have to stan! 8+

there goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen / she had a marvelous time ruining everything

exile — ok wow, bon iver’s voice is something else!!!! i was kind of ignorant when it came to him, i admit. his depth and rasp paired with how angelic she sounds... heavenly. sound-wise, but also thematically, this vaguely reminds me of tomorrow never came w lana and sean ono lennon. (one of my fave songs of all time maybe?). the way they enunciate i think i’ve seen this film before is literally a work of art all in itself, not to mention – well i’m mentioning it bc it’s worth it! – the you never gave a warning sign vs the way she goes over it w i gave so many signs. god this makes me feel sooooo sad and like, involved. it’s so beautiful. 10

you’re not my homeland anymore / so what am i defending now?

my tears ricochet — ok wtfffff??? everything about this speaks to my soul. the airy voice, the way she sets the scene... sunlit room, the funeral metaphor, you turned into your worst fears. i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace speaks to me more than anything, but just, everything about the lyrics. truly something else, cursing my name / wishing i stayed gives me chills everytime she says it. the beat that gets more insistent towards the end, with the bridge....... the high notes that then fade..... just wow. 10

and i can go anywhere i want / anywhere i want, just not home / and you can aim for my heart, go for blood / but you would still miss me in your bones / and i still talk to you when i’m screaming at the sky / and when you can’t sleep at night you hear my stolen lullabies

mirrorball — love the lyrics, maybe a bit less the sound? i mean i do love the sound, so far i’m loving how softly produced and coherent this album is, but this one i wouldn’t listen to on repeat and maybe there’s something a bit whiny that i don’t love. powerful meaning tho, and who’d use a mirrorball as a metaphor for feeling like you’re fragile, trying too hard to be a people-pleaser and no one sees the real you? 7

i’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me

seven — ah........ i started crying as soon as this one started, pleeease picture me in the trees, i hit my peak at seven....... like ok there’s no need to go that hard??? it’s so dreamy and like... naïf? in a perfect way. the way she says i still got love for you...... and everything else... she mentions folk songs... the purest love described in the purest way. i don’t think i have enough words to descrive the way this song moves me. like i want to listen to it again and again, to be able to feel like that again, but also i’m almost scared to listen bc it touches me too deeply. i still will tho hehe. 10+ (also just realised this is track 7 ok makes sense but my mind is blown. 100)

[this is literally deeper than a shakespeare sonnet so everything literally is my fave but, having to choose] and i’ve been meaning to tell you / i think your house is haunted / your dad is always mad and that must be why / and i think you should come live with me / and we can be pirates / then you won’t have to cry / or hide in the closet / and just like a folk song / our love will be passed on

august — i love the contrast between the lighthearted, happy singing and guitars and the sad lyrics. the story it tells is so simple and yet there’s so much poetry in that... plus it reminds me of fearless or even speak now?? which are like. the taylor that gets to my heart, tbh. the bridge and the outro made the song for me. 8,5

for me, it was enough / to live for the hope of it all / canceled plans just in case you’d call

this is me trying — oh god... lyrically this song is so raw and honest, it gives me chills! i do have to say, i don’t love how she says i just wanted to know (like metrically?? idk, im weird) but these are really just small comments on amazing songs, bc i feel like all i’m saying is wow this is great, lyrics and sound, but it truly is a complete and consistent work of art, easily listened to top to bottom each time. 8-

they told me all of my cages were mental / so got wasted like all my potential / and my words shoot to kill when i’m mad / i have a lot of regrets about that

illicit affairs — ok this goes without saying but i love storyteller taylor, it’s the taylor i grew up loving and singing to in my room. the thing about most of these songs, this one included, is that they probably grow on you after a few listens, bc they’re not made to be catchy, the production and backgrounds are always very soft and some i love more than others. this one musically maybe isn’t my fave but the narration is on point, and the bridge?? the fuckkkk. plus it has one of mt favourite themes ever which is so rarely spoken about, which is the fact that language you only speak w a particular someone you love, makes you miss them even more when they’re gone. or well not exactly this but i can’t put it into words, she did tho. 8+

you taught me a secret language i can’t speak with anyone else / and you know damn well / for you, i would ruin myself / a million little times

invisible string — the color theme!!! the guitar strumming!!! and the idea of an invisible tie w someone special... i do think she outdid herself w this album. again, not my fave soundwise, maybe slightly whiny when she goes meEeeEee? but, lyrically adorable and moving. 7,5

one single thread of gold / tied me to you

mad woman — maam...... this is iconic shit........ how could she say stuff like this w such a dreamy, breathy voice. musically i get huuuge lana’a nfr vibes again (which i mean. goals) but i also adore that lyrically it’s so taylor, no one would say this shit the way she does. adore how she sings to wrap your news around and bonus for women like hunting witches too, i do love me a nod to the fact that some women are so deeply filled w machism that they’re basically men in disguise. 8,5 

every time you call me crazy, i get more crazy / what about that? / and when you say i seem angry, i get more angry [isn’t this just womanhood condensed in a few lines]

epiphany — aw! it sounds like a lullaby, maybe it’s slightly ‘boring’ for my taste? meaning i get distracted which is surely a shame bc the words seem beautiful, but it’s so soft i just drift off? but reading the lyrics – for focus hehe – i’m moved. 7+

only twenty minutes to sleep / but you dream of some epiphany / just one single glimpse of relief / to make some sense of what you’ve seen

betty — okay byeeeeeeeeee. this is taylor at her finest! countryyyyyyyy, storytelling, lesbian jdjdfk no yeah I know I knowww, romance went sour. gut wrenching and beautiful, this feels like... watching a sad teen movie but w a sepia filter, idk. i dreamt of you all summer long oh my......... it’s like og taylor from her iconic first couple of albums came back but w all her baggage and growth and experience and better than ever. also why does taylor sing so wel about being in love w a woman????? well. 10+

betty, right now is the last time / i can dream about what happens when / you see my face again

peace — ..........yes yes yes. the high notes, the honesty, the syncopated parts where she says so much so quick and yet it still hits you. it’s not even a short song but it ends too soon, it goes by like that..... a poem. omg it just hit me this has flo vibes! especially from high as hope, for example grace or south london forever?? i mean... taylor doing alt folk country pop...... queen. give you my wild, give you a child?? ok ok. 10

all these people think love’s for show / but i would die for you in secret

hoax — weeeell the lana inspo jumped out w that piano!!!!! and like. mood. and lyrics...... this reminds me of wuthering heights or of lana’s tormented love stories (shades of blue.....). a powerful closer. poetry. 9

i am ash from your fire

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okkkkk this was a flattering review, very well deserved imo since the review is mine gjgjhkhk i agree w myself. thank you again and as i always say, feel free to come back w your comments! and have a great dayyyyy! much love

[i-rove-rock-n-roll]

I just found my writing from elementary school. (Ages 6-10 mostly, though some of this came later)

Such hits as

Raindeer Trouble (corrected by the teacher as Reindeer Trouble) a one page story where Santa’s reindeer are sick, then have a miraculous recovery, all taking place a week before Christmas. I wrote it in either first or second grade, if memory serves me correctly (which I doubt it is)

Monkey Madness-written maybe a year later? Basically there’s this witch that hates the superhero Underdog’s guts (I had just seen the live action movie and loved it) and her plan was to make a super powered monkey to hypnotize to do her bidding. Her end goal was to become world leader and have everyone dress up as scary monsters for Halloween, rather than superheroes and “something else good and sweet”. Whatever that means. Then she started kidnapping people with the monkey’s help and turning them into real monsters. Eventually the monkey starts asking questions, like, “can you carve carnivorous cotton candy into kittys (kitties)?” (Idk wtf that even has to do with the rest of the plot but he gets sulky cause she doesn’t make him a cat at one point) There’s more gems in this one, plus a really wacky fight scene. This one was most definitely second grade, since a few words are in cursive, which I had just started learning. I also remember drawing a “cover” to this one, but idk where it is now.

The next one is Super Horse Heros (Heroes). I basically wrote down the stories my gram used to tell my sister and I when we demanded bedtime stories. An old horse wants a new life, and has to do 3 good deeds before his fairy god horse will turn him into a ‘“unisus” (unicorn/Pegasus combo). After that, the unisus saves a bunch of horses who were kidnapped and shipped to a glue factory. Then they became the Super Horse Heroes, saving children lost in cornfields (aka my sister and I) and flying off into the sunset.

I also found 2 essays in this folder-one about The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand, and the other a 12 page paper on the possibility of life elsewhere in the universe which I used to apply to college.

Also a drawing of the Moirae and a spinning wheel that isn’t half bad.

Back to the writing!

Let’s see...a type written version (I used to have a typewriter before SOMEONE broke it one time when I moved) of Reindeer Trouble.

Oh! Here’s a gem! It’s titled: A Bad Toddler Finds a treasure at a popular amusement park. He finds literal treasure, fame, fortune, and an old boot.

The Adventures of Pretzel Man! With a little drawing in the corner. (I used to have a Nabisco pretzel looking doll, that was the inspo) He sells pretzels by day apparently and also fights crime. His enemy in this story is creatively called Taffy Laffy, who turns people into Taffy Zombies, and—

This story is unfinished. WHAT? I was actually wanting to know the end!

Ugh. Anyway, let’s continue

This next one is called Turkey Terror: a turkey’s life from my point of view. Basically this kid gets turned into a turkey (but they still have their own head??) it’s also 2 days before thanksgiving. The turkey kid’s name is apparently Sheldon, who makes friends with a chipmunk named Chippy...who is a total backstabbing liar leading Sheldon to an ambush in a cave, where he gets a bullet to the head, only to wake up and find it was all a dream...

WTF PAST ME?? WHAT—

More drawings in here, terribly proportioned gangster from the 20s...some drawings I did of phantom of the opera (I, uh, copied some drawings I liked by other artists at the time with the sole intention of just sticking them on my wall because i apparently forgot what a printer was)

Drawings of flowers...drawing of my dog’s eyeball for whatever reason...

Heaven or Hell: Gateway to Another World (keep in mind I was going based off of cartoons but I think my complete lack of understanding of religion is why I would up majoring in it)

More writing, some based on the imagery I got from songs I was listening to... one page thing I apparently wrote about the death of Jesus (???) once I had seen and been awestruck by Michaelangelo’s Pieta (on screen unfortunately, I’ve never seen it in person)

A paper with only one line on it saying “Mrs. Jenelle Hartson née Deveroux was always the first to tell anyone she was a crazy old bat”

Okay.

Oh no! Well, not no, but well—

Basically scrap paper bits of To Kill A Mockingbird from Boo Radleys POV. The whole thing would up being like 15 pages and was turned in for a school assignment. I think I scared the teacher with how long it was since he only asked for 2-3 pages. I have the whole thing on here somewhere in all it’s terrible glory if any of you want....

Bingo! Found a bunch from a wip I really liked like, 6-7 years ago! (So early high school) Scientist named Phineas Lancaster develops a way to jump between universes, is being pursued by the government, and winds up running into himself, but a deadbeat version who dropped out of college after a horrible accident. Let’s see what gems are in here....

“Phineas Lancaster, resident bum and professional alcoholic of the sprawling town Rock Falls, woke up feeling as if he had been slammed into by a bus. He hadn’t, but for a minute he’d thought he’d wandered into the middle of 32nd Avenue during Rush hour. Again.”

(Phineas, realizing he was kidnapped by a dude he doesn’t realize is himself from another universe) “His captor smiled at him in what he must have thought was [a] friendly way. Phineas was now more irritated than before when he noticed the flashing white of his captor’s teeth. ‘no way those are real’. He scowled at the man. ‘He looks like he popped out of a freaking toothpaste commercial’ he’d been abducted by a real like infomercial buffoon. Lovely.”

“I love your place.” He hated it. “Very homey.”

“He’s even got a nerdy voice, Janine. I can’t have a nerd for a twin.”

“Say hello to the guy that decided to kidnap me. He had some sort of weird spaz attack and, being the kind and loving soul I am, couldn’t just leave him in the middle of the desert to die. Ergo, he’s here.”

“I got us a lift from a very nice gentleman who is currently searching for Glenn Miller. He gave me his card in case I either found Glenn or if I need another lift, since he’s going to be in town for a few days.”

“I bet you’re a dentist. Dentists are evil.”

(When drunk Phineas not smart phineas is abducted by agents)

“All I wanted to do was stop by the Dollar Store for some Gummy Bears. I just had to get kidnapped again. Yay me, I could set a record.”

“Aaaand cut! Try it again, maybe with some more threatening looks this time, you might make me wet myself if you try hard enough.”

“Gee, i don’t know, I think I was too busy running for my life to ask, ‘I’m sorry, do you want to exchange numbers so we can do this again sometime? Maybe meet for tea?’”

“How ever did you make such a realistic looking doohickey?”

(One Phineas to the other)

“I totally got mom’s humor. You got dad’s shitty ability to make a person die of boredom.”

Road tripping to Golden Earring (and trying not to murder Phineas when he starts singing)

...guess I got a lot of stuff to play with now! Happy early birthday to me!

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Tough Love Pt 9

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When I woke up the next morning I felt empowered and excited for what the day held. Dawning my usual “casual” outfit I headed down to the pit to eat breakfast with Tris and Four.  “Where the hell did you go last night?” Tris raised an eyebrow. “I decided to turn in early after sweating and practically having sex with the dance floor” I smirked. “I saw that. Looked there was a party happening  that no one else was invited to” Four laughed. I waggled my eyebrows “There was”  we all burst out laughing when Chris walked by and sat at a table across the room.  I frowned “What's he on about?”   Tris and Four looked at each other “ He quit the security team. He said he cant handle being nothing more than your friend” Tris shrugged. “Well then, that's too bad. On the down side that means I need a replacement”  I sighed.  

After we finished breakfast we made our way to the training room to oversee the training of the initiates.  Of course silence was the first thing to greet me. “You may continue your training as usual” I addressed the hall and waved away the formal greetings. Eric started barking orders at the initiates and they resumed their exercises. I walked around the edge while Tris and Four moved forward to help some of the lacking initiates.  I could feel Eric’s eyes on me from across the room. I continued to ignore him and when he walked up beside me I addressed him in a very formal manner. “Coulter. How goes the training?”  he stood beside me facing the center of the room “There is plenty of potential in this batch” “I see” I nodded. “When can I see you again” he asked. “We are talking now aren't we?” I smirked.  “That’s not what I meant” he placed his hand on the small of my back and then trailed a finger up my spine sending shivers to all my intimate zones.  I looked up at him and then down in the direction of his hand. “You cant wait?” I smirked bringing my eyes back up to his.  “Can I? yes. Will I? No” he moved his hand down to my ass.  “Stop. There are way too many eyes here”.

I calmly turned around and walked out of the training room. I didn’t stop walking until I reached the hallway by the chasm. Standing in the dark I watched him walk up to me. “I can’t wait to taste you”  he said. I  pulled him to me and then down to my level as he backed me up against the wall. When my head hit the concrete he didn’t apologize instead  he lifted me up holding my legs. My hands roamed over his broad shoulders as his lips found mine. Kissing Eric was like standing by the fire when the flames jumped high and you jumped back in fear. You fear being burned but you always find that you cant get close enough to stay completely warm. He was kissing my neck sending my body into overdrive. “I can’t … we have to stop” I said weakly. My head was spinning. “Why?” he sounded out of breath and his heart was pounding against my chest. “I'm losing it” I said into his neck. “I know…”  he grunted and pulled down the zipper to my jumpsuit exposing my breasts. He planted a trail of kisses down my chest and took my nipple into his mouth.  My eyes shot open in the dark as I did my best to moan quietly. When he came up for air he looked at me steadily and said “If you weren't in this damn suit I would bury my tongue so deep in your pussy that my Name would echo from your lips in these halls”. I knew he was serious because he didn’t smile. In the shadows his jaw line stood out calling to me.  I leaned forward and licked from his jaw to the bottom of his earlobe. “Put me down” I said. When my feet hit the ground I zipped myself up and looked up at him.  “You will be the Death of me Aadya” he said adjusting himself.  “Good. I must go, I have an engagement”  I replied stepping into the light.  When he stepped out in front of me he leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead and walked away. I was watching his perfect ass when I looked up at the back of his neck where his collar was folded. There on the back of his neck was a very beautiful Tattooed “A”…

 For the rest of the day I felt very strange. I kept rubbing hand on my neck where he had placed his lips. I kept thinking about everything the “A” on his neck could stand for.  I was really just lying to myself I knew exactly what it stood for. “Oh Eric Coulter, could you be anymore mine?” I said aloud to myself smirking.  It was visiting day for the initiates but I had paperwork to take care of so that meant my father was visiting me this time.  When I heard a knock at the door I called out for my father to enter. He looked a lot healthier than the last meeting we’d had. “Father, you look well!” I smiled.  “I am” he smiled back. “Ever since you took over the seat on the council  I have seen fit to take a break and it has served me well” he seemed to glow.  “That is good news!” I sighed  “I also need to talk to you about something” he seemed nervous.  “Go on. You may speak freely” I waited.  “I've met someone. Her name is Madalia and id like you to meet her when you get some time off!” he said excitedly. I felt sick to my stomach at my fathers words. “Of course father. Congratulations, I will get back to you as soon as possible with a date” I faked a smile.  “That would be wonderful. I also see that Leader Eric has taken a noticeable interest in you” he said smiling even wider. “Father.. please” I coughed choking on the water I had just taken a sip of.  “Oh come now, he’s very successful. He also has good standing within the faction. Give him a chance” he said.  “Oh my God. Dad please.. Stop. I think you should go” I said with my eyes closed.  “I just want whats best for you. I love you” he said opening the door “And id like to be a grandfather before I’m ancient” he said in a rush as he ran out of the door before I could say a word.

 The door closed behind him and I sat back in my chair and sighed. “I’ve had more than enough excitement for one day” I said aloud returning to my paperwork. Eventually I got lost in my work and before I knew it night had arrived. Getting up from my desk I started to return things to order when there was another knock at my door.  “Enter” I said with one hand on my gun.  Four came through the door and I relaxed my hand. “What on earth are you doing here?” I raised an eyebrow.  “I came to talk to you” he said closing the door behind him.  I waited for him to speak. “Whats going on between you and Eric?” he asked with his arms crossed. “For fucks sake. Not you too” I frowned. “So I’m not the first who’s noticed then”. he stepped up to my desk. “Noticed what?” I played daft.

 “You two sneaking off. I notice everything Aadya” he placed his hands on my desk and leaned over. “Don’t even start. You sneak around with Tris” I retorted. “That’s different. Tris is kind and beautiful, Eric is rash and dangerous”. he insisted.  “Just like me” I smirked.  “This isn't funny. I wouldn't go anywhere near him unless you intend to go public with the relationship” he sneered. “Why are you being like this?” I snapped.  “You don’t really expect to keep your relationship in the shadows forever do you?” he laughed. “Stop Four. This conversation is far from fair!” I yelled “You are the most desirable woman in this faction right now and you’re the first woman with the head seat on the council! You need to set an example!” he yelled back.

“Who do you think you are?” I screamed. “Really Aadya… That's the card you pull?” he was on my side of the desk now.  “Mom’s dead Four. You cant stop acting like her now!” I threw my hands in the air.  He stepped up close and got in my face “Don’t bring mom into this, Mom’s death doesn't change the fact you are my sister!” “I know that Four, but this is my life. What I do or don’t do with Eric is none of your business” I said in a firm tone.  Four sighed and stormed out of my office.  I didn’t bother packing the rest of my things up.

Turning out the lights and walking out i turned and faced the door to lock it.  Heading down to the pit I saw Eric sitting with a large group of leaders, most of them women. Walking up to the table I put my hand on the back of Eric’s neck and he tried to reach around and grab me. Ducking I backed up and he turned around. “Fuck Aadya! You almost got a fist to the face!” he snapped irritated. “Still mad” I said walking up to him as the leaders at the table laughed.  “Depends” he said “Are you sorry?” he put his hands on my waist and I heard the table gasp. “Never” I said pulling his vest collar to kiss him. The Pit erupted with catcalls and the banging of cups and cheers. Eric was staring at me shocked and then grinned and kissed me again. “Shall we?” I motioned towards the upper floors. “My place or yours?” he asked. “Mine” I said and as we walked out of the pit together more cheers and stares followed.