#but the way she just keeps disappointing...

[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine Being Isekai'ed into KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. (part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

This chapter is mainly Romance (Rae oriented!) This one is a bit of a filler episode so I have a feeling that you might not enjoy this one as much but nonetheless, HAVE A GOOD READ!

Breakfast was actually quite nice. Jinu had brought back some hang-over soup, whilst Romance brought back some coffee. To top it all off, Mystery slipped Y/N a sweet bread that she had been craving since a week ago. The spicy soup was able to help her wake up, and Jinu had placed a cup of water on the table inconspicuously to Y/N’s ignorance.

‘Okay well, this has been nice but I have to go.’ Y/N unlocked her phone to a notification from the Huntr/x group chat, asking her if she could supervise the upcoming live recording of Golden.

‘What? But you said we still have to practice to be perfect.’ Romance protested immediately, standing with his arms crossed. 

‘Romance-’

‘Rae. My name is Rae-Jin but just call me Rae.’ He breathed, sitting back down in his chair with a whump. 

‘You’re abandoning us to go hang around Huntr/x?’ Jinu rolled his eyes, looking as if Y/N had greatly offended him.

‘Need I remind you that technically I abandoned them for you lot?’ Y/N raised a single eyebrow, hands on her hips in an imposing stance. ‘Besides, you all just need to practice choreo and singing. That’s all you guys.’ Y/N shrugged, picking up her keys and swiping her notebook and phone. She checked her belongings making sure everything was in order. 

‘You’ll call us if something comes up?’ Jinu said, taking Y/N’s phone from her easily, punching in his number and drop-ringing it.

‘Huh, no password? That's not safe Y/N.’ The leader furrowed his brow, trailing off as he handed Y/N’s phone back to her. 

‘And ghost writing music for a demon boy band is?’ Y/N cheeked, nudging him with her shoulder playfully.

‘Touché.’ He let out a soft smile, as Y/N turned her back to grasp a bottle of juice on the table.

‘Hey, I’ll call you guys if anything comes up okay? Keep practicing! I’m gonna go to work.’ Y/N waved as she headed towards the open elevator doors, taking a swig of her drink, replying to a work text.

‘Stay safe!’ Beom called out as the elevator doors closed.

The boys were left in silence, staring at the closed metal doors. Each of them were thinking the same thing.

‘She’ll be ok, right?’ They all asked in unison.

‘The Honmoon is getting weaker, which means that demons will become more prevalent. I don’t know if it’s safe for her to be out there on her own.’ Abel turned to the group, arms crossed over his chest, his compression shirt stretching.

‘I mean, when we first tried to take her soul, it didn’t work. Maybe she’s unaffected by demon powers?’ Mystery reasoned, trying to reassure the group.

‘I’m not one for taking chances, and we just got our producer. What are we going to do if something happens to her?’ Jinu concluded, slipping off his barstool smoothly. 

'Besides, even if they don't take her soul, they can still harm her physically.' Rae shook his head, dissatisfied with Mystery's reason.

‘If she’s with the demon hunters, then shouldn’t she be safe?’ Beom reasoned, pointing out the truth. ‘Maybe we’ll wait for her call?’

‘I think one of us should stick with her, but stay out of sight. Just to be safe.’ Jinu countered, looking disgruntled.

‘I’ll do it.’ Abel offered easily, shrugging his shoulders.

‘No, we need you for choreo. You're the strongest but most of us haven’t got it down perfectly yet.’ Beom shook his head, looking disappointed. Each of the boys felt the urge to follow Y/N, but on the other hand, they wanted to make sure they did justice to Soda Pop, as their debut stage.

‘Rae, you go. You’ve got everything down almost to a T. Report back if you hear anything, make sure you use your phone. I didn’t acquire them as decorations.’ Jinu sighed, waving Rae off, knowing that the pink haired man was already half way out the door.

‘He’s gonna just jump down the stairs in demon form isn’t he?’ Beom asked, looking at Jinu.

‘Mhm.’ Mystery nodded along, as the stair door swung shut with a clank.

‘Aw rats. Why didn’t I think of that this morning?’ Abel whined, slapping a head on his forehead.

‘I don’t know man. You act so stupid at times but we all know you’re not.’ Jinu laughed, slapping Abel on the back.

‘Lower expectations and then deliver the minimum so people are impressed. That's how I got by dear Jinu.’ Nodding cheerfully while holding a thumbs up.

‘Hey.’ Jinu called over a shadowy blue figure, prowling its way from under the marble kitchen island. ‘You’ll watch over her too. Come find me if she runs into anything that could be dangerous.’

The creature purred in agreement, rubbing its blue head against the leg’s over Jinu before sinking into the ground, wearing a small gat on its head.

‘Alright, let’s get back to work. Y/N said she thought we had to work on the verses a bit more.’ Jinu clapped his hands, ushering his friends back into position.

‘I thought it didn’t matter what Y/N thought.’ Mystery snickered, pulling his arms into his beginning position.

‘Whatever. Let's take it from the top.’ 

–

Meanwhile, Y/N had gotten into a chauffeured car, scribbling the lyrics of Takedown in her notebook. The girls were currently in an interview, expressing how Golden reflected each of their own journeys in life. She flipped between pages, pondering if she should start, What It Sounds Like as well. Y/N wasn’t sure if movie logic actually applied in this world, seeing as this was her new reality. 

She decided to also write down the lyrics of What It Sounds Like as well, just in case.

Honestly, since Y/N had received her memories, she’d felt bad for the girls. It wasn’t their fault Y/N had never been invited to anything. She was admittedly, rather anti-social. If people didn’t try to initiate conversation, she would sit there and do her own thing. Y/N wasn’t afraid to be alone with her thoughts as they were usually filled with lyrics and working on her next beat for the girls. Besides, most of the issues were rooted in Celine’s upbringing of Rumi. The girls weren't the ones keeping her away, it was herself and her own insecurities.

‘We’ve arrived Miss L/N.’ The driver spoke, severing Y/N’s train of thought.

‘Thank you sir! Have a good day!’ Y/N called into the car, before swinging the door shut. Y/N rang up Bobby, hoping that he’d pick up. It was still relatively early in the afternoon.  

After a short conversation, Y/N was brought to the back entrance of the studio, given a staff pass and ushered into the dressing room of Huntr/x.

‘Y/N!’ Sorry we didn’t tell you about launching Golden..’ Rumi smiled sheepishly, looking remorseful.

‘It’s alright, I wrote it so you guys could sing it anyways.’ Y/N shrugged, giving Rumi a forgiving smile.

‘You look like you haven’t been sleeping well.’ Mira stood from her chair, walking closer to Y/N, bringing a hand to grip the ghost writer's chin.

‘Have you been staying up late? Y’know that's bad for you.’ The lean girl sighed, rummaging through her bag for eye cream and handing it to Y/N. The still sleepy girl took it gratefully, smearing some of the cream under her eyebags.

‘Were you up late writing a new song?’ Zoey bounced on the spot, her spacebuns bopping along with her.

‘Uhh, kind of!’ Y/N agreed, looking down at her notebook. Technically, she had been writing a new song. Both for Huntr/x and the Saja Boys. Was it bad that she was helping the Saja Boys at the moment? She had been able to slip Beom and Abel away from the manipulative whispering of their former master but…

Was it permanent?

Was it even real?

‘Five till rehearsal guys! Let’s get the ball rolling!’ A studio executive’s voice called out, clapping their hands authoritatively.

‘Rumi, wait. Can I talk to you?’ Y/N gently grasped the wrist of the purple haired girl.

‘Yeah what’s up?’ Rumi beamed, nerves abuzz from the imminent performance.

‘Rumi I-’

‘Come on Huntr/x lets show them how it's done, done, done!’ Bobby yelled, pushing all the girls off into the stage recording area.

Y/N winced, watching the girls get herded off.

‘Y/N! We’ll talk later okay? Wait for me!’ Rumi called back, using both hands to imitate a megaphone.

‘Okay!’ Y/N called back, feeling a cold shiver creep through her pores, raising the hair on her arms. Y/N broke into a cold sweat, shaking slightly as she took her place in a back corner, hidden away from view. 

‘You’re cold.’ A voice whispered, placing a jacket over Y/N’s shoulders.

‘Wha- Romance?’ Y/N spun around, the newly placed jacket on her shoulders billowing around her. Romance’s pink hair was tied up, tucked into a hoodie, his pink bangs peeking out. His face obscured by a high collared shirt underneath. Behind him was… Jinu’s blue tiger? It gave a low rumble, its pupils dilating at the sight of Y/N.

Aw, it was wearing a tiny hat! It was Jinu's demon familiar. Huh, was he concerned for her?

Nah, couldn't be.

‘It’s Rae, and also, before you say anything, this was Jinu’s idea.’ Rae murmured, pulling the jacket firmly around Y/N once more. ‘Come on, let's get your arms through. Can’t have our writer getting sick.’ 

‘Thanks…’ Y/N flushed slightly, a soothing warmth spread over her skin, caught off-guard by the domestication of the act. The opening bars of Golden began to fill the studio, Y/N recognising her song, snatched her eyes from Rae’s lavender, grey eyes. She felt soft fur under her fingertips as the blue tiger rumbled quietly, circling Y/N’s legs.

Rae however, kept his eyes on Y/N, moving to stand next to her, as Y/N watched the girls with intent. 

‘Y’know, I can dance and sing too. They’re nothing special.’ He huffed, slightly perturbed by Y/N’s lack of attention.

‘Hm? Yeah I know.’ Y/N laughed, breathlessly, relenting to Rae’s tiny tantrum. ‘I’d say you’re the best dancer out of the group other than Abel.’

‘Hmph, well Abel was a swordsman for the Emperor. He can adapt to these rough boyish dances.’ Rae flipped his hair casually.

‘I was a court dancer. I performed Jeongjae for royalty. Rae gave a cocky smile, awaiting Y/N’s praise.

The girl gave him a double glance, taking in his tall stature and elegant limbs. It was clear that the boys were all able to dance, however Rae was right. He possessed a certain amount of grace that the rest of the boys made up for with vigour.

‘Huh, I can see it. When I was watching your group practice, you were quite eye-catching.’ Y/N gave him a reassuring smile, gently stoking Rae’s ego.

The pink haired man gave a hum of satisfaction, nodding in approval before the sound Y/N had dreaded pierced through the studio.

Rumi’s voice had faltered.

Y/N stepped forward instantly but her wrist was caught.

‘Where are you going.’ Rae furrowed his brow.

‘I have to talk to her. Rae, I’ll see you when I get home okay?’ Y/N wrapped her other hand around the boy’s wrist, giving him a gentle squeeze. 

Rae’s grip loosened, momentarily stunned by Y/N’s fleeting touch allowing her to slip out of his grasp.

‘You okay?’ Mira placed a hand on Rumi’s shoulder, as the girl in the centre cleared her throat.

‘Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Let’s take it again! From the top!’ Rumi pointed, walking back to the starting position.

Y/N dug her fingernails into her palm, watching the performance start again from the beginning. A hand gently prised her fingers out of her palms, silently smoothing out her fingers. Y/N turned slightly, seeing Rae’s familiar hoodie next to her for a second before he disappeared in a puff of smoke.

‘I’m done hiding, now I’m shining like I’m born to b-’ Rumi coughed, the music cutting off instantly.

‘Uhm, Rumi? Are you okay?’ Bobby stepped forward. ‘Do you need some water?’

‘I just need five. I’m gonna take five.’ Her eyes were wide, hands covering her throat.

Protests arose, complaints flew across the room.

‘What?’

‘Five? We go live in ten minutes!’

Y/N hurriedly followed Rumi, power walking behind her.

Rumi slammed the dressing room door open, panting heavily as she ripped off a part of her costume. She practically tore off her jacket, staring into the mirror.

‘Rumi!’ Y/N caught up, running toward the trembling girl. She spotted the girl, leaning over the vanity, chest heaving.

‘Y/N… My voice…’ Rumi gasped, trembling as she touched her neck.

‘Rumi listen I know-’

‘Y/N I…’ She shook, her hands pulling up her jacket. 

‘Rumi, I know about your patterns.’ Y/N closed the door behind her calmly, walking toward the panicking girl carefully.

‘How-’

‘You never want to go to the bathhouse with Zoey and Mira. You always wear long sleeves, no matter the weather, and Celine gets this weird look on her face when she talks about demons and your mother.’ Y/N rattled off, guiding Rumi to sit down with her.

‘They used to just be on my arm. My shoulder. But they’re spreading, Y/N look.’ Rumi shakily pulled down the zipper of her collar, revealing the crawling line of purple patterns.

‘Y/N, how am I supposed to fix the world, fix me, when I don’t have my voice?’ She buried her face into her hands, ‘Why now? When I’m so close?’

‘Rumi-’

‘WHY?!’ Rumi roared, her voice a timbre that she’d never heard before. The shout rippled scarlet red through the room, like a drop in a calm surface of water. The red lines flashed through the city, as the girls gaped at the scene through the window.

Rumi let out a choked gasp, turning to Y/N in horror.

‘Y/N listen, I’m not one of them. I’m not a-’

‘Rumi.’ Y/N slipped off her seat, kneeling in front of Rumi. ‘I know you’re not a demon. This is what I wanted to talk to you about.’ She placed her hands on Rumi’s shoulders. 

‘You knew? And you’re not afraid?’ Rumi’s eyes were welling with tears of fear and uncertainty. ‘You don’t think I’m a monster?’

‘Yes. I knew and I know you're not a monster. Rumi, the only time I'm afraid of you is when I’m standing in between you and Kimbap okay?’

‘Okay.’ She sniffled, letting out a watery laugh.

‘Look. Rumi, I know you released Golden because you thought it would speed up the process.’ Y/N looked up at Rumi through her lashes, giving her shoulders a squeeze.

‘…’

‘And another thing…’ Y/N gave a sheepish smile. ‘You really should tell Mira and Zoey. They’re your family. If you put it off, it’ll be harder for them to understand why you never told them.’

‘But what if they treat me differently.’ Rumi shook her head, holding onto Y/N’s hands. ‘Celine has always told me to hide my patterns. That nothing would change until I turned the Honmoon gold.’

‘Celine was wrong. Look at me, I know you. You aren’t a bad person, your patterns are a part of who you are.’ Y/N stood up, prompting Rumi to stand with her. ‘I see you for who you are Rumi, a huntress who happens to have patterns. You may be part demon, but that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.’

Y/N squeezed Rumi’s hands, giving her a rueful smile, ‘I’ve been told that some humans act more like demons than demons themselves. You aren’t defined by the world, Rumi. You’re defined by your actions.’

A single tear slid down Rumi’s cheek, caught by Y/N’s thumb as she brushed it away.

‘Do you really think I should tell Mira and Zoey?’

‘Without a doubt.’ 

Rumi inhaled a long breath, brushing away her unshed tears, smudging her eyeliner.

‘Okay. I’ll do it tonight.’ Rumi slipped back on her jacket. ‘Can you be there when I do?’ 

‘Yeah, of course!’ Y/N brushed off Rumi’s jacket, zipping up the girl’s collar. ‘But first, we’re gonna go get some kimbap. Come on, let's go.’ She grinned, dragging Rumi out of the room, toward the back exit. A puff of purple smoke revealed Rae, as his silhouette became visible in the corner of the room, where the girls had just left.

‘A hunter that's part demon?’ Rin’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the open door. 

–

By the time Y/N and Rumi had made it back to the Huntr/x tower, the sun had long set. Rumi was carrying a plastic bag of Kimbap and Y/N was carrying a bag of tteokbokki. They were discussing how to break the news to Mira and Zoey, deciding that they would have to make sure Celine was not around.

As the doors opened, Mira and Zoey rushed toward the girls, enveloping both in a hug.

‘We were so worried when you both disappeared.’ Zoey’s voice was muffled by Y/N’s clothes.

‘Are you both okay?’ Mira was frantic, spinning Rumi around, checking for wounds. Zoey was circling Y/N with eagle eyes.

‘We’re okay.’ Rumi laughed, placing a hand on her group member’s shoulders. ‘But I do have something I have to talk to you both about.’

‘But first, is Celine here?’ Y/N cut in, looking around the room with a raised eyebrow.

‘No, she left a while ago, we didn’t tell her about what happened.’ Zoey shook her head.

‘Okay, you guys should probably sit down for this.’ Y/N gestured towards the couch.

‘What is it?’ Mira and Zoey sat down, leaving Y/N and Rumi standing.

‘Well, first of all, I’m sorry. I’ve been keeping a secret.’ Rumi began, clasping her sweating hands together. ‘Well there's no easy way to say it so I’ll just show you. 

The leader of the girl group slowly took off her jacket, revealing her arms, littered with purple lines, jagged and jarring.

‘I have-’

‘You have patterns?’ Zoey blinked confusedly. 

‘Huh. Not what I was expecting.’ Mira’s eyes were blown wide.

‘Yes, Celine said that my father was a demon. I’ve had these patterns since I was born but Celine always says-’

‘We are hunters. Voices strong. Your flaws and faults must never be seen.’ Both girls repeated, mocking Celine.

‘Yeah… So, that's why I always kept these hidden. So that you wouldn't think I was a monster.’ Rumi ended, her voice breaking.

‘Oh Rumi…’ Zoey rushed towards Rumi, grasping at her hands. ‘We know you’re not a monster. You’re our family.’

‘She’s right, and I understand why you didn’t tell us.’ Mira also stood, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. ‘Being told you have to hide who you are for years definitely takes a toll on you mentally.’

Y/N smiled proudly, watching the girls come to terms with their new information. 

It made sense that they were understanding. In the movie, they had already encountered Jinu and several other barriers before Rumi’s revelation. It was no wonder Zoey and Mira were scared. 

‘Y/N helped me tell you guys.’ Rumi stepped aside, grabbing Y/N’s hand from behind her. ‘I wasn’t sure if I was going to tell you but…’

‘I knew that you guys would understand.’ Y/N nodded, stepping forward. ‘And I think I have a song for you guys.’

‘Really? Already?!’ Zoey looked excited, grabbing her own notebooks.

‘Yeah, I actually used a lot of what you’ve said, from your own stories. Have a read and see if you like it.’ 

The girls read over and each teared up.

‘How do you put into words how we feel so well?’ Rumi sniffled, wiping her eyes on her sleeve.

‘The scar’s a part of me. Darkness and harmony. My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like?’ Mira muttered in awe, ‘We don’t pay you enough do we?’

'Uh, actually I get a royalty on all your songs so... I'm actually living pretty comfortably.' Y/N laughed.

After agreeing to come up with the demo for What It Sounds Like that night, Y/N had taken a car back to her area. Remembering to thank the driver as she stepped out.

'Your hunter friend is part demon?' Y/N was greeted by an angry looking Jinu as she exited the elevator into her apartment.

'Uh, am I in trouble?' Y/N looked around, confused by the reaction of the room. All the boys seemed to be... upset?

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[peachesofteal]

Like Real People Do masterlist Simon Riley/female reader CW: none

“We’re going to miss you kid.”

You could place the familiar British accent with your eyes closed, and you smile at the man in scrubs leaning against the door of the break room, arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m not dying, Doctor Price. Everyone is being so dramatic, I’m only moving four floors up. I’ll still be around.” You sling the only intact strap of your backpack over your shoulder and sigh. “Who knows. Maybe I’ll hate it and end up coming back.” It’s unlikely. You’re getting a raise with this transfer, one you desperately need, and panic bubbles up in the back of your throat when you consider what would happen without the pay bump. You’re struck with the memory of Riley’s face last week, the disappointed pout tugging at her lips when you told her she couldn’t get a new backpack this year during back to school shopping, the way she frowned and turned sullen when you refused her the fancy pencil case that all of her friends are getting. It twists your stomach until you shove it aside.

“They’re lucky to have you.” Price’s eyes soften. The unit is tight knit. It’s not a nurse-resident-attending-administrative battle down here. The ED functions like a human body. All parts and pieces moving together as one to achieve a single goal: keeping these patients alive until you can get them upstairs. These are your people, coworkers turned friends turned family. You never imagined you’d be cleaning out your locker to leave the ED, but your life has changed a lot in the last few years, and you can’t afford to be selfish. “If you need anything, you let me know.”

“Thanks.” You swallow the lump in your throat. You’ve already said your goodbyes, had your cake, wrapped your arms around everyone for a hug, all that is left is this single act. Badge out of the ED for the last time. It’s terrifying, and you know he can see it on your face, because he places a hand on your shoulder with a firm squeeze.

“You’ll be alright. This is a good thing for you, for your family. I know it'll be hard, considering, but you’re going to be amazing. We all know it.” Your hands fist at your side as you cling to your control, beat back the tears trying to force their way forward. “And don’t let Simon give you any shit.” Simon?

Oh.

Doctor Riley.

He’s respected, revered, and notoriously private. Head of the department, he’s widely known as one of the best neonatal surgeons in the field, and the NICU here has one of the highest survival rates in the country.

Of course you already know all this from personal experience, but no one knows that. At least, no one in the unit.

Especially him.

You force a smile for Price’s benefit, and he sighs. “Take care of yourself.”

“I will.”

Riley’s at that age where her mouth never stops moving.

During the car ride home, she regals you with a full recap of her day, down to what her best friends ate for lunch at camp (Lexi had peanut butter banana sandwiches, Aya had tamagoyaki, and Alice had leftover pizza that a counselor heated up for her. Lucky.) By the time dinner is over and her shower is done, she’s moved onto her big plans for weekend (riding, riding and more riding, followed by a rematch in Monopoly, and maybe some s’mores. She has your whole life planned out as well as her own.) She runs out of words by the time she’s in bed, but the last three are always the same.

Love you Daisy.

The nurse assigned to babysit you for the next month (at least) is Keona. She goes by Key, and tells you her name means god’s gift, though she insists it means satan’s spawn.

You’re thinking it’s more like god’s gift, based on the way she floats like an angel around the unit.

“You’ll be fine. Just follow me for a bit, do what I do, and then you’ll be good on your own. We’re a level four, so the ratio is usually one to one, two to one if you’ve got one that’s super stable.” You’ve never worked a floor that has a one nurse to one patient ratio, but you expected it here. She badges through a set of doors, and you follow dutifully behind her, marking room numbers and placards, trying to memorize the lay of the land. “This is the best worst job in the world, and it’s a little bit of everything… including psych,” she gives you a look, before mouthing “parents.” Your stomach twists.

“I’m sure.”

“You worked float pool for a bit, right?” Float pool is literally what it sounds like. There’s a group of nurses that cover scheduling gaps in all the departments. Some love it, some hate it. You were on the fence.

“Yeah I took some time off a bit ago for some family stuff and worked prn as a float.” If she has questions, she keeps them to herself, which is a relief.

“Cool. Like I said, I’ve heard good things so I don’t doubt you’ll be fine. If you can get to a point where you’re comfortable and happy here, you’ll never want to leave. Trust me.” The two of you round the corner to the nurse’s station, where a very tall, very broad man in scrubs is tapping away on a tablet. “Doctor Riley.” He glances up, and the world turns technicolor.

This is not a man, this is a mountain. An impenetrable force of granite and slate towering over you with crystalline blue eyes that narrow in on your face with a question roiling inside them. He has a strong jaw, a strong stance, and hands the size of your head, so big you cannot fathom how he performs surgery on such small organs. You never, ever seen OR scrubs look right on someone either. They’re usually big and baggy, gaping somewhere or another, but on him… they’re perfect.

Just looking at him makes you dizzy.

You shouldn’t be so affected. You didn’t think you would be so affected, but your pulse is pounding in your ears so loud you’re sure someone can hear it, and your blood pressure is sinking like a stone to the bottom of the ocean, trying to take you with it.

His brow furrows. He frowns.

“This is Daisy. She’s new. Transferred up from the ED.”

“Daisy.” The hair on the back of your neck rises at the sound of your name on his lips. He’s got a British accent like Price, except it’s strange, different, and in the depths of your memory you recall something being said about how they go way back. You extend your hand in a polite greeting. He scowls, and ignores the gesture altogether. “You can’t wear perfume in here.” What? It’s standard that body spray or perfume is not allowed around more vulnerable patient populations… and you’re not wearing any. You blink and drop your hand as your cheeks burn.

“I’m not wearing perfume?” His expression darkens with disapproval, and you feel like a bug on the floor, waiting to be squished.

“Then you’ll need more mild or unscented soap.” He glances over your shoulder, already moving on. “Excuse me.” Key cringes and shoots you a sympathetic look.

“Okay so… he’s a bit abrasive. He’s not super friendly but we give him a pass because he’s the actual best. In the world.” You shrug, and hope you sell the indifference.

“I think all surgeons are more akin to cactus than they are to teddy bears, aren’t they?” She laughs.

“He’s a bit of both. Wait until you see him holding a baby, you’ll forget all about the cactus part.” Your breath hitches.

“Right.”

That night, it storms.

Lightning strikes in the distance again and again, throwing up a chorus of thunder that rattles the house, playing out behind the echo of pouring rain.

A tiny voice warbles from your door.

“Daisy?” You should have gone and got her when it started up, but sometimes she sleeps through them. Sometimes.

“Come here ladybug.” You haul her into your side, tucking your body pillow behind her so she’s surrounded. She feels too small in the span of the king bed, like she could lost in the sea of blankets and pillows. She never caught up to her classmates, and even though she’s smart as a whip, a strong wind could knock her over, and she still needs a booster seat.

“I hate the storms.” Her whisper brushes against your collarbone, and you rub her back.

“I know, it’s okay. This one is moving pretty quick.” The psychologist says she doesn’t remember, that she was too young, but you know she’s wrong. Riley’s instinctual fear of thunderstorms is more than a child’s nervous disposition. It’s ingrained trauma rearing its head, trying to drag her back to the worst night of her life, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t fix it. You can’t turn back time.

"Are the horses in? Mabel doesn't like the storms." The lump in your throat tries to stick before you force it down.

"They're in. Don't worry." She yawns and snuggles closer.

"'kay." You hold her as tight as she will allow as the storm rolls away, your own grip slackening with sleep, dreams and nightmares merging into one and playing out behind your eyes.

Riley half dead in a hospital bed-

and Doctor Riley holding his tiny namesake’s hand.

[bitterreid]

🐛 Choose the latter, choose the latter 🐛

Summary: Your dad has a fondness for vintage cars. You have a fondness for his mechanic. A collection of times you run into Hawkins' resident freak-turned-car-mechanic and can't seem to stay away from him.

Wordcount: 4.1k (fluff/smut)

Contains: fem!reader x mechanic!Eddie, teasingggg, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, eddie being down bad, incorrect car facts probably, woops 

A/N: This came to me in a vision, def let me know if anyone wants a part two because I loved making this and I have more ideas for this pairing, title is from Finn's song which is a BANGER, also, am I developing a mechanic kink? Is that a thing? Does anyone else share this? It's starting to become a problem lol

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"You sure you need me today, Wayne? It's like, 700 degrees out." Eddie simply did not care enough to conceal the whining tone in his voice, already feeling the way his clothes stuck to his skin. 

"Stop complaining and be grateful you got a job at all, kid." Wayne tossed over his shoulder, used to Eddie's constant chatter by now.

"No, of course, yeah, yeah, but you see this? The soles of my shoes are melting into the pavement," Eddie clumsily put his foot in the air - soles completely intact - to show Wayne, who did not turn around. 

Slightly begrudged, Eddie continued his sulking pace. Not that he really minded his job, after all.

"Remember," Wayne said as he pushed the big doors to the garage open, "I need you to be on your best behaviour today. No antics, you get me?"

"Oh I got you," Eddie quips absentmindedly, too taken aback by the legion of vintage cars that awaited them. "These are all property of your supposed childhood friend? What is he? A mob boss or something?"

Wayne rolled his eyes, "Just a businessman, Eddie, and I mean it, no standing around either, he's been a customer for almost twenty years now, and I'd like to keep it that way. I even held his daughter when she was a baby, this is not someone you want to disappoint."

But Eddie was lost in the shiny contours of the expensive cars, trying to calculate just how much cash was gathered in this room alone. 

"Oh and make sure to keep an eye out for the neighbourhood kids, they like to sneak looks inside, so don't let them in, understand?" Wayne got no answer, "Eddie?"

"Yeah, yeah, let no one in, I'm not a toddler you leave home alone for the first time I'll be fine." He waved Wayne away, perusing through the rows of cars.

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Half way through the day, the first kids popped up at the large doors. At first Eddie just heard giggles, then whispers, then he saw three little heads poke through the doorway, eyes twinkling in the bright sunlight.

"No, nu-uh, out, you three!" He felt like an old man yelling for children to get off his lawn. But it worked, the kids scurried away again, giggling and screeching in the process.

Eddie wiped the sweat off his brow, again, as he had done every ten minutes since he had gotten here. He was eternally grateful for the faint breeze every once in a while, but the white tank top he was donning was - besides smeared with oil - now also almost drenched. Great. Just as he was about to bend back over the 1957 Porsche, he heard more footsteps approaching. Wayne had left to go get them some lunch in the supermarket down the street, leaving Eddie to deal with the greedy little onlookers all on his own, but he was getting tired of scaring them away.

"Just go already! How many more times do I-" his tirade halted when he turned around to find you. Huh, he thought, okay, not the normal crowd, but he wasn't one to judge. "Um, sorry, you can't be in here."

You cocked your head at him, cherry lollypop between your lips, your summer dress faintly blowing in the wind. "I can't?"

Eddie was somewhat taken aback. "This is private property" was his lame response, which even sounded unconvincing to his own ears.

"Is that so?" you replied idly, stalking forward and running your fingers over the hood of one of the cars. 

Eddie surged forward, "Hey! You can't just-" he grabbed your wrist, not hard, just to keep you away from the precious cars left in his care. All you did was smile up at him, completely unbothered.

Eddie was stunned, like all the files in his mind had been corrupted, and in pure desperation threw it back onto the old guy lecturing kids, "Listen here, missy," (missy, really, Eddie?) "You can't just barge in here, okay? I'm gonna need to ask you to leave, respectfully."

The cheshire cat grin on your face only grew at his words, "Ooh, respectfully? Well, if you ask so nicely…" Your tone was teasing, all drawn-out and suspiciously sweet. "I guess I'll see you around, then…"

"Eddie," he supplied, partly against his better judgement.

"See ya, Eddie." And then you were gone.

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"Wayne, I already know what you're going to say, but can I test-drive one of these babies?" Eddie harboured no hopes that the answer would be yes - ever - but daydreaming never hurt anyone.

All he got back from his uncle was a deadpan stare and a raised brow.

"Right, right." 

I was the next day, still doing check-ups on the cars, whose drivers' seats seemed to glint alluringly at him every time he popped their hoods. 

"Did I tell you about that girl who came by yesterday? That was weird,"

"Eddie. You've told me several times now, I think I get it." Wayne was changing the oil on one of the Ferrari's, wondering for the umpteenth time why, again, he had hired his own nephew?  

"Oh, right. Right." Eddie couldn't seem to get you out of his head, the way you had been so unfazed, your eyes trained on him the whole time, there was an undeniable pull towards the idea of you. See you around, you had said. Faintly, somewhere, Eddie hoped it was true. 

And it was.

Around noon, once again, you appeared in the door opening, this time with a different coloured lollypop and a dog circling your feet. Eddie took in the sight of you, radiant in the contrasting light of the doorway, but it wasn't him you were looking at.

"Mister Munson!" you exclaimed, a bright, honest smile taking over your features.

"Sweetheart, hey, how you been?" Wayne wiped his hands on a rag and came over to you, smiling almost affectionately.

"Not too bad, just making sure I don't melt, you know, in this weather. How about you? I see you brought help this year?"

"I'm good, honey, thanks, yeah, this is my nephew, Eddie." he gestured vaguely in Eddie's direction.

"Nice to meet you, Eddie," your smile was coy and well-practiced, with a glint of mischief behind your eyes that Wayne didn't seem to notice at all when he tumbled into a slew of questions, keeping you entertained. 

 "Tell me, how's your father, how are you finding college? Are you home all summer?" 

Eddie was gobsmacked. Could it be that he had commanded you to leave your own garage? Your own house? Oh how he wished the floor would grow teeth and swallow him right about now. Instead, he busied himself with polishing the same mirror roughly eleven times over, not so subtly eavesdropping on your conversation. 

"So, I'll be heading off now, gotta take this one out for a walk," you scratched the dog behind her ear, "See you later, Mr. Munson," you looked over your shoulder, smiling sweetly "and bye, Eddie." All Eddie could muster was an impressively fake smile until you rounded the corner.

"Wayne!!" Eddie exclaimed, throwing his dirty rag at his uncle, "what the fuck??"

"Hey!" Wayne scrambled to swat the rag away, "what now-"

"That's the girl! The girl that came by! The girl that I sent away!"

Wayne could hardly suppress his smile, "You sent the daughter of the owner away? Nice, Ed, real classy."

Eddie raised his hands in desperation, "You said his daughter was a baby!"

"Boy, I said I held her as a baby! Years ago! That's what you get for never listening to me," Wayne snickered.

Eddie groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I called her missy."

At that, Wayne couldn't help but properly burst out laughing, "Missy?! Well, you have only yourself for that one, don't ya?" This earned him another rag to his face.

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That afternoon, heat almost unbearable in the garage, Wayne had a plan.

"Eddie, fetch some water, will ya?"

"Water, from where? The store?"

"Nope," Wayne answered, barely looking up from the screw he was fastening, "the kitchen."

Eddie stood up straight, "The kitchen? You're kidding me."

"Nope."

"Why do you want to punish me, Wayne?"

"Boy, it's just some water, go fetch."

"I'm not a dog," Eddie mumbled as he wiped his hands and attempted to fix his untamed curls in the reflection of one of the windows. He stalked out of the garage and rounded the corner into your backyard. They had been given permission to help themselves to anything they needed, but normally Eddie made Wayde grab him stuff. Not that he was scared of you, or anything.

He climbed up the steps to your backdoor, looking down at his oil-smeared outfit that clashed starkly with the light blue kitchen tiles coming into view. If he was lucky, he would be in and out before anyone noticed him. He just had to find the cabinet you kept your cups in and get some water and he'd be a free man. Only, which cabinet?

This kitchen was about seven times as big as his own, with about seven times as many cabinets, which made the guess, somewhat… impossible. So he started opening doors, and shutting them as silently as possible after the so manieth cupboard of only decorative plates. (How many decorative plates could one family need?)

He was almost getting desperate, nearing the end of the row of doors, thinking maybe fancy people didn't use cups? Until he finally found them, shiny and sparkling. He grabbed the first one he saw, finally turning around towards the tap and-

"Jesus- oh my god, what the-" You were smiling at him from the other side of the room, languidly draped against the doorframe.

You cleared your throat, putting on fake wide eyes, "Um, sorry, you can't be in here."

"I, um, I just needed to get some wat-" he barely managed.

"This is private property" you mocked, a smile seeping through your tone. The twinkle in your eyes was what finally betrayed your agenda to him.

"Ahh, ha ha, real clever, I get it." he turned the glass over in his hands, trying to will his nerves away.

"Took you long enough," you chirped, pushing yourself off the doorpost and strolling towards him. "Thirsty?"

"Yeah, um, no, it's, it's for Wayne," could he sound any more like a middle schooler that got caught red-handed?

"Aah, then you'd want this," you said, pulling open the doors of your giant refrigerator and producing a bottle of sparkling water, "he likes this one the best." 

Eddie had never seen the drink before, probably too fancy to keep around in the trailer, "Thanks," he mumbled, taking the blue bottle from you.

"No worries," you started backing away into the doorframe you had come from again, while Eddie grew faintly more aware of a feeling blooming in his chest that somehow wanted you to stay. "Just, yell if you need anything else, alright?" 

And then you were gone. Again. The smile on your lips lingered in Eddie's mind for longer than he'd care to admit.

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The next day, Eddie was determined to strike up a real conversation with you. Preferably one where he didn't scold you like a mean teacher or came off extremely clueless, if possible. But the day rolled by, and no sign of you. He even volunteered to get more water in the kitchen, hoping to run into you, but to no avail.

He had all but lost hope, until he spotted you in the garden. You were sitting at the far end, reading a book at a picnic table underneath a wooden arch covered in flowers. You were a vision, in your short shorts and the soft sunlight on your face, you could have stepped into any of those mushy romance movies Eddie pretended not to like. 

"Hey, Wayne, you go ahead and leave without me, alright?" Eddie said, hoping to sound casual.

Wayne glanced up from packing his things, inquisitively at first, but then he spotted you. "Sure, kid. Just one word of advice-"

Eddie groaned in anticipation of the words to come.

"Don't call her missy, alright?" a grin taking over his face.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks, I'll try for sure." Eddie rushed away from his uncle, checking his appearance one more time in one the windows of a particularly shiny Mustang. He looked like he just worked an entire day in unbearable heat, which he did, so at least that checked out, but it would have to do. He slowed his walk, tried his best for casual, and strolled up to you in your large, well-kept garden.

"Hey there," he said, alerting you of his presence, and slid onto the bench opposite you.

You looked up from your book, not startled at all, Eddie noted, and smiled at him, "Hi." 

Eddie smiled back, already scrambling for words, swallowing hard at the sight of you, framed inside a border of roses.

But conversation seemed to come easily to you. "So, which of the cars have you been dreaming of stealing the most?"

Eddie let out a surprised laugh at that.

"I bet it was the red Porsche, or the Black Corvette?" You raised your eyebrow, "or are you more of a convertible type, Eddie?" 

"Aah, you got me," he threw his hands up in surrender.

"Hmh, then I bet you'd like, the dark green one," you snapped your fingers, "the uh, um, what's it called?" 

"The 1955 Ford Thunderbird, with the 312 cubic inch Y-block V8 motor," Eddie blurted out, too enamoured with the car to curb his enthusiasm. 

"That's right," your smile widened, "See, I got you all figured out."

Oh, Eddie was in looooveee. And very much unable to play anything cool, ever, though he was willing to die trying. "And you? Any favourites you'd run away with?"

"Oh, I'm not really a car kinda girl, only really know what my dad tells me about them."

"Oh really? But I bet you have a favourite, right?" He was trying to throw all of his charm in the ring.

"Hmm," you pondered his question, "I guess I have a soft sport for the Porsche, the light blue one?" 

"The 911 T? Good choice, good choice, a lady with taste."

You laughed at that, "Yeah, you know how cars kind of have a face?"

"I, um, I can't say I do?" but he was intrigued by where this was going.

"Yeah you do, the headlights are the eyes, the bumper is the mouth, and that one just looks, kind? I don't know," your laugh was getting bashful now, almost shy, "Maybe I'm talking nonsense."

"No! No, I see it, sure, you're right, even, very friendly car. Real sweetheart." You swatted at his arm, only making his lopsided grin more fond. "No, I mean it, didn't even give me any trouble during its check-up."

"Isn't it exhausting, all these long days in this heat?" You asked.

"Eh," Eddie waved his fingers, "had better days, but it's alright, honest work, you know."

You nodded, "Seems like hard work… you must be tired." Your eyes were flicking over his body now, but your smile remained kind and compassionate.

"I mean, well, yeah, kinda…" Eddie was slowly getting flustered by your attention.

"Working with your hands all day, can't be easy…" you trailed off, fidgeting with the edge of your book, "You know, I admire that, the craft, I mean." You slowly stood up, abandoning your book and walking around the table.

Eddie swallowed hard, trying to stay cool and collected, as he couldn't tell where this was going for the life of him. 

You came to a halt behind Eddie, still musing aloud, "Not afraid to get your hands dirty, and, you have to be quite strong… right?" 

You trailed your fingertips over his exposed upper arm, just like how you had done to the car a few days ago, but this time, Eddie didn't stop you. Instead, he inhaled sharply, tracking your movements with his eyes. 

"Right, Eddie? I bet you're really strong, carrying all those things, lifting the tires…" You bent down, your face nearing his ear, to whisper, "I bet you work really hard, Eddie, and I think- " your lips grazed the shell of his ear and Eddie thought he might faint on the spot, "I think you deserve a reward for that."

Eddie felt a shiver run down his spine at your words, his eyelids fluttering to stay open. Your hands were on his shoulders now, while your lips dragged over the hot skin of his neck. Sparks ignited all over his body upon the soft contact, rendering him speechless.

"Right, Eddie? Don't you think you deserve to be spoiled a little? For all your hard work?" You planted small kisses all over his neck, and when his head tipped back - involuntarily - you moved on to the column of his throat. Not satisfied with his lack of response, you purred his name again, "Eddie?", which poured oil on the flames igniting in his belly.

"Y- yeah, I do." His voice was hoarse, even to his own ears.

You smiled against his skin, satisfied with his reply, "That's right, so do you want me to take care of you, Eddie? Spoil you? Hmm?" Your voice was velvet to the touch, the words curling around him in an intoxicating spiral.

"Yeah, yeah, I- I do," his mumbling was interrupted by a low groan that left his throat as you planted hot, open mouthed kisses on his jaw. He was pretty sure he was in heaven.

"Turn around then," was all you said, and Eddie couldn't obey you any faster, swinging his legs over the bench to face you, no doubt red-cheeked and with dazed eyes. And you, you were a vision. So innocent looking, just standing there with your sweet smile and your gorgeous legs, looking at him, of all people. 

Then, you slowly, ever so slowly, got on your knees in front of him. And oh god. Eddie thought he might lose it, might wake up from this daydream, might get told this was all a cruel joke, but the way you held his eyes as you sank down, this was his ultimate wet dream come true right before his eyes. He swallowed, by lack of anything else to do, as 'casual' had gone out the window a long time ago. 

You looked so pretty sitting in between his spread legs, Eddie almost felt the need to stop you right there and ask to take a picture. But he didn't, because you were reaching your hands up to his belt now, carefully unbuckling it. The metal sounds of the clasps sounded out of place between the twittering birds in your garden, but Eddie couldn't care less, so entirely enveloped by your gentle stare and careful hands.

"May I, Eddie?" you asked, voice still as sweet as ever.

All he could do was nod, vigorously, and lift his hips to help you slide his jeans down his legs. He was hard. Of course he was, who could blame him? He had been living out his own personal wildest fantasies for the last ten minutes. 

His breath hitched once more when your lips got closer to his length, but instead you attacked his thighs, planting sweet, soft kisses on the pale skin there. You were driving him wild, insane, mad, deranged, you name it. All of it the work of your plush lips on his skin.

Suddenly, a clear thought made its way through the fog in his brain "W- what about your parents?" There was a clear wobble to his voice, but he was under strict instructions from Wayne not to screw this up. 

You laughed a little, maybe at his question, maybe at his disheleveld state, "Out of town, Eddie, don't worry." 

"Oh," he swallowed thickly, "right, yeah. Neighbours?" 

"What neighbours?" you giggled, as indeed, your house was located far away from the rest of the town.

"Right, right," he couldn't think straight with your lips so close to his aching dick that was straining his boxers by now. 

You smoothed your hands up and down his legs, "Relax, Eddie, lay back, let me take care of you, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah…" he tried to chill, but the mix of nerves, butterflies and arousal in his stomach was a hard one to swallow. All of his efforts, though, went completely out the window as soon as you grabbed his dick through the fabric. A sinful, drawn out moan immediately escaped his lips upon the first experimental stroke you gave.

You giggled quietly, a matching heat catching on your cheeks as you leaned forwards and licked his leaking tip through his boxers. Another sound escaped him, and he was sure by now his mouth was hanging open, bewitched by the (un)holy sight before him.

"You like that, Eddie?" you purred, slowly working his dick over.

"Y- yeah, oh fuck, yeah."

"Good," you said as you finally hooked your fingers behind the waistband, pulling his boxers down. "Be as loud as you want, by the way, I think it's really hot."

The compliment, paired with the casual way you said it, made the burn on Eddie's cheeks even brighter, the blush now creeping down his chest as well. You looked absolutely angelic, and yet absolutely sinful, the way your beautiful face was framed between his thighs now, and your delicate hand wrapped around his dick. 

When you licked up his shaft for the first time, fire sparked right through his entire body, igniting something stronger, deeper, than he had ever felt before. Your tongue wrapped around his head next, while it glided between your soft, plush lips. Eddie was so gone, groaning in pleasure with every stroke. 

You worked up a steady rhythm, your mouth as warm and intoxicating as your touch. The way you looked up at him, all innocent and pretty, made Eddie's insides swoop, drawing a high-pitched whine from his which he didn't know he was capable of. 

His eyes wanted to roll back into his skull, but he fought to keep them open, not wanting to miss a single second. He carefully weaved his fingers through your hair, not so much steering you as just going along with your movements, craving more contact. "This okay?" he asked, voice raspy and deep.

You hummed around his dick, sending shivers of pleasure through Eddie's body. He was sure you'd be the death of him. 

Eddie was getting closer, though he tried to hold off from finishing for as long as possible, both to save his ego and to savour every last second of this moment. But your skilled movements and honestly just the mere sight of you kneeled between his legs alone made it extremely hard on him. 

His moans became breathier, and he knew that he was getting close. His heart was pounding in his chest, the muscles in his abdomen were flexing tight, and pleasure was clouding his brain to the point that the only thing that existed in the whole universe for him were you, and the way you looked, and felt around him.

"Fuck, fuck, sweetheart," he moaned the words rather than said them, "Oh, fuck, I'm so- so close." But you didn't stop. On the contrary, you kept going, even faster, sucking the head exactly the way he liked it. "Oh god, jesus, fuck," all kinds of profanities tumbled from his lips, feeling his high rapidly approaching. You looked up at him one final time, your big eyes locking onto his, and that's what did him in.

His orgasm crashed over him in burning, white- hot waves of pleasure, making him moan out your name over and over as he finished. His hands were still in your hair, feeling the way you carefully worked him through his high. When he opened his eyes again, he saw you wipe your mouth, a satisfied smile on your face.

Eddie was still beyond dishevelled, completely out of it, you name it. He watched you with wide eyes and pink cheeks as he caught his breath, still half in disbelief about what just happened. 

You licked your lips, still kneeling before him, "Was that good?" 

"Good? Good?" (Eddie's brain had stopped working like half an hour ago) "Sweetheart, 'good' would be the understatement of the century." He brushed your hair behind your ear, "That was, fuck, that was like, the best moment of my life." 

You laughed at that, finally standing up and dusting off your knees, "Ah, don't flatter me, Munson." Your smile was bright and warm, and Eddie found himself in deep, deep trouble. 

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I am but a humble fanfic writer and i beg for your feedback guys :))))))) xxxxxxxx + If anyone has requests, tell meeeee, and lmk if I should make this a series :))))

[cinnasite]

performance review

꩜ pairing: ceo!caitlyn kiramman x female reader x coworker!vi

꩜ warnings: explicit content, language

꩜ word count: 986

꩜ synopsis: hr would have a field day with this.

You didn’t expect to lose composure today, not when you walked into Caitlyn Kiramman’s office with quarterly reports in one hand and a schedule packed with meetings in the other. You’d triple-checked your numbers, rehearsed your pitch and timed everything down to the minute. However, the moment Caitlyn closes the door behind you, apparently none of that matters. 

You’re bent over her desk, fingers slipping helplessly against the polished surface from how slick they are with sweat. Your knees keep buckling, but Caitlyn’s grip on your wrists is iron-clad, holding you down without fail.

“Such a mess already,” Caitlyn admires from above you, her voice composed but, you notice with a shudder, edged with something much darker. “And we’ve barely begun.”

Behind you, the bane of your existence kneels, palms gripping your ass tight enough to leave bruises. You hear the sharp inhale she takes before her mouth returns to your cunt—tongue hot and relentless. She groans like she missed the taste of you, like it’s been hours instead of minutes since the last time she made you fall apart.

You moan shamelessly, high and pleading. 

“V–Vi, shit—”

“She can’t answer you, darling,” Caitlyn chuckles smoothly. Her lips graze your ear as she leans down, breath burning your skin wherever it caresses, “Her mouth’s a bit busy.”

Vi laughs against your pussy, the vibration making your hips involuntarily jerk. She drags her tongue in a slow circle around your clit (just the way you like it), then flattens it and licks you up. Her nails dig deep crescents into your flesh, spreading you open like she owns you.

Gasping, you pant as spit trickles down your chin. It would’ve been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good. “Please, ngh, I’m gonna—f-fuck—”

“Already?” Caitlyn tsks, a flicker of condescension in her eyes as she takes in the way your back arches. She lets go of your wrists and slides her fingers into your hair, pulling your head back, “You come when I say you can.”

Vi hums in agreement, then sucks your clit into her mouth. Hard. You can’t help the loud cry that slips out like a broken prayer. It’s desperate, unprofessional and everything you know your boss absolutely savours witnessing. Vi’s tongue is fucking obscene, switching between soft teasing licks and firm pressure that makes your thighs tremble.

Caitlyn reaches around and fondles your tit with a pleased groan, pinching your nipple through your bra. “You know, I brought you both into this company for your discipline. Imagine my disappointment when I find you slacking like this. Tch, I expected better.”

“I—I can be good. I promise,” you whimper, breathless under the crushing weight of dizzying pleasure.

“Mm. Jury's still out.”

Vi slides two fingers into you without warning, curling right where you crave it. Your whole body practically convulses. She knows exactly where to press, and she does it ruthlessly.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Vi nearly growls, desire evident in her dangerous tone. “She’s squeezing the hell outta me, Cupcake.”

“Language,” Caitlyn mutters, but she’s smiling. You can hear it.

The desk creaks beneath you as Vi fucks her fingers into your drooling cunt, her mouth still glued to your clit, your resolve crumbling under the merciless dual assault. Caitlyn’s hand is at your throat now, gentle but commanding.

You’re not sure if it’s the fingers, the tongue or the complete submission, but you’re spiraling.

“I—I can’t—” you whimper, scrambling against the desk for something, anything, to ground you. “O-oh fuck, Cait, I’m—! I’m gonna—oh God—”

“You’ll wait,” she simply drawls, voice low and unforgiving.

Vi doesn’t slow down, itching for Caitlyn's approval.

Pathetic kiss-ass.

If anything, she fingers you harder. Her name tears from your throat, ragged and raw, swallowed by the sterile quiet of Caitlyn’s pristine office.

When Caitlyn finally grants relief—“Now.”—you come with a whine so shattered, you barely recognise it as your own. Vi moans against you, lapping at your fluttering walls like she’s the one being ruined.

You slump forward onto the desk, boneless and shaking. Vi pulls her fingers out slowly, dragging more wetness down your thighs. She kisses the back of your leg, smug as hell. You want to punch the smirk off of her gorgeous face.

Caitlyn straightens your collar with a single practiced hand. Despite the harsh precision of her earlier words, her touch is gentle now, almost reverent—as if she hadn’t just pulled you apart by the seams.

"Good girl."

You lie there for a moment, face against cold glass and skin flushed. Vi’s sitting on the floor like she’s proud of herself, propped up on one arm and grinning at you, “Told you I could get you to scream in her office.”

Caitlyn’s expression doesn’t change as she picks up her phone once it chimes with a notification, your bickering with your coworker morphing into background noise. Her eyes flick across the screen and narrow.

“What?” you ask with reluctance after a few seconds of silence, observing Caitlyn’s uncharacteristically frigid stance.

She turns the device toward you and Vi.

It’s an email.

Subject: “Formal Complaint – Breach of Professional Conduct (Internal Security Footage)” From: HR Department To: Caitlyn Kiramman, CEO Cc: Legal, Board Members Attachment: “Conference Room Camera_12_47PM.MP4”

You and Vi freeze.

Displayed clearly for all to see is the scandalously compromising thumbnail, featuring the two of you in the hallway five days ago—making out like hormonal idiots, seconds before Caitlyn walked by and dragged both of you to an empty conference room for some long-overdue... stress relief.

The humour isn’t lost on you.

Under the email lies a single follow-up:

“Ms. Kiramman, as per company policy, there is a need to address your subordinates engaging in an inappropriate relationship during work hours. Kindly revert with a time and date convenient to you regarding the same.”

Little did they know the only person breaking protocol was the one in charge of it. 

[docrobinavitch]

ok so y'all seem to really be into this little snippet and idk when it'll be done (i have a feeling it's going to be... pretty long? i would guess at least 10k??) and i am still just in the early strokes sort of outlining as i go. but anywho all that to say i wanted to give you guys just another little taste!! as u may know the fic is taking place mostly on the one shift from season one so this is right after javadi passes out. ok enjoy hehehe <3 syd

“Robby,” You called when you saw him at the hub, glasses perched on his nose. He looked up in surprise at the sound of your voice. He couldn’t remember the last time you had sought him out. But then he frowned when he saw Javadi, one of the new med students, walking a few steps ahead of you, “She… fell and hit her head.”

“I’m fine,” Javadi said immediately, “I just tripped.”

You met Robby’s eyes over Javadi’s shoulder and gave a sharp shake of your head that had Robby fighting a smirk, “Okay, why don’t you go hang out in the break room for a bit. Eat a snack, drink some water.”

“I really don’t think that’s necessary.” Javadi said.

“Oh, I know,” He took his glasses off, folding them and placing them in his pocket, “Hospital policy, though.”

Javadi stood there for a moment and you could see the battle waging in her body, deciding if she wanted to argue or not, but eventually, she started walking off.

“Other way,” Robby gently corrected when she went in the wrong direction, and you bit down on your lip as she walked by you again.

Then, you realized Robby was smiling at you. It took you aback, that gentle, tired smile on his face. The crinkles by his eyes and rosy cheeks. You hadn’t seen him like this in a long time, and certainly not when he was looking at you.

“What?” You asked, frowning.

He shrugged, “Just, reminds me of you when you were an intern, that’s all.” He said, gesturing in the direction Javadi had walked off to, “Something to prove and a nervous energy that could rival a cheetah. Not to mention taking a header on day one.”

Despite it all, you smirked, “I was not that nervous.”

“Oh, yes you were.” He nodded slowly, grin stretching so much, you could see teeth, “That’s at least half the reason you passed out in the first place.”

And it was really quite jarring, seeing him look at you fondly like that. Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest and your traitorous brain started pulling up snapshots of when he used to look at you like this. 

All the time. Several times a day, in fact. 

Like the time you passed out and hit your head on your first day as an intern.

You blinked the memory away and hoped you seemed unaffected, “Fine. Maybe I was,” You swallowed and turned to look towards the direction Javadi went, “I should go check on her.”

When you looked back at him, the smile was gone, replaced with disappointment. He wanted you to play with him, you realized, like you used to. But you couldn’t. Not if you wanted to keep your sanity.

When you began to walk away, he called your name. You swore it sounded hoarse, broken, coming from his lips, but thought you must be imagining things. You turned back.

“It’s… It’s really good to have you back.”

You’re not entirely sure why it irritated you, this whole interaction. Perhaps it just reminded you of everything you’d lost the last few years. Everything that had slipped between your fingers when you thought you had a firm grip on it. On him.

At any rate, you didn’t trust yourself to say anything you wouldn’t regret later, so you clenched your jaw and mock saluted him before turning on your heel and heading to the break room.

[michipan]

sfw link ^^

(cracks knuckles) ok so lemme tell you. from the moment i saw this event's masterlist, i was HOOKED by your fic. mean slytherin kai??? YES PLEASE??? gave myself a moment to sit down and really enjoy this fic so i could give you a proper review soooo… prepare yourself, because im completely normal! ^^

starting off with the smut being in his pov… ouuuu yes i love. i can’t remember the last time i read smut in the male lead’s pov, this was so interesting and refreshing (also i couldn’t help but get stuck on the fact that you used “cloying”. such a cool word just wanted to tell you!) but christ… what an opening scene!! this was such a good choice on your part, so many things were told about his character right off the bat— his refusal for intimacy when literally having sex, the degrading way he regards this girl, his dominance… oh lord i was squealing and kicking my feet!!! the fact that he physically pushed down this girl’s hand when she tried to kiss him??? ohhohohohoho ur so good… calling it a line he never crosses… AND WHEN HE WENT “should I?” AHHHHH i can’t. he’s so cold and arrogant and i LOVE IT

“She can’t let him be the one to leave first, not tonight.” im not gonna get into it too much right now because it’s gonna come LATER, but it’s crazy how such small details like these manage to encapsulate your characters so much. it’s like you know all your characters like the back of your hand, im enamoured…

“He strides through the grand halls with the effortless poise of someone who believes the castle itself was built for him.” this sentence. DO YOU KNOW IM CRAZY??? so good so yummy i can imagine him so perfectly… you’re so good at setting the tone, you make it seem effortless; the same goes for status, i absolutely adore that you go into small details like his pristine clothes, the way people react when he passes, the way kai doesn’t regard them— it really sells the whole idea that kai is above everyone, i love it!! EVEN MORE SO when he tries to intimidate a gryffindor, just to get a reaction out of him?? it’s like he needs to prove himself every chance he gets, and the fact that he gets so disappointed when he doesn’t get the reaction he wants is soooo…. fawk… i was a little intimidated… i was a little scared…

your writing is just so??? good??? you keep pulling out imagery left and right and it stuns me because it’s all so unique and not repetitive at all, which is so difficult to do! i love the little motifs that recur throughout (blades, cracks, blood, rot, etc) and how you manage to keep it fresh every time! I read “he could see the ache written in the curve of her back” and immediately ran to my notes to be like “woah!!! me like!!” and TRUST i will be pointing out the other ones i liked!!!

oh also him pretending like he didnt gaf and didn’t want to see mc was so funny to me. he’s just going “i have no choice, i don’t want to see this, idgaf!!” over and over just to get so entranced by her is so akdhadggk okay man. keep telling yourself you don’t care. (btw that whole sequence was SOOOO good!!!)

getting introduced to jay and chaweon was so interesting… i love getting thrown in a situation and be given the context later its my favorite kind of storytelling… it makes everything feel much more intense and trust, my hatred for chaewon is indeed INTENSE!!! when she called??? mc??? DIRTY???? oh i SCREAMED CAUSE HUH!!! but god, this interaction being the way the readers get the mc’s backstory… so delicious. again, you have the ability to set up tone/mood so nicely, and your imagery just amps that up to a 100. “You were the one who showed up on the doorstep with nothing but a trunk and a name no one knew how to say.” you are just so fucking cruel, you know twisting the knife inside of someone after stabbing them is just overkill!!! the fact that her life is just so rough that she even wishes she never got the letter is just so telling…

“Not the muggle-born mistake among children who made spells sing on their tongues, while yours stuttered, cracked, and bled.” this is just perfection. such an intense contrast that shows how the mc perceives herself,,, im giving you a kiss. right now.

MEETING JAY WAS SO. im just gonna repeat myself, but i just love the deliverance in your wording when it comes to certain characters, whether it be introducing them/giving them dialogue. his dismissiveness toward the mc, him laughing at her unease, his dialogue?? oh it’s so telling and i was immediately wary of him… “I wanna be with you. Do that thing with you.”/ “If you really liked me, you’d do it too. You know?” I can just hear that stupid arrogant tone as if what he’s saying is the most obvious thing… good job! I hate him. 💗

HIS PERSISTENCE. THE REVEAL THAT IT WAS ALL A BET. OUHHHHH IM RAGING I HATE THIS GUY!!! him trying to chase after her and asking to talk is such a slap in the face (haha) like??? oh WHO IS YOU!! (also let me tell you the sentence “his form clinging to your shadow” is so fucking cool. just imagining him trying to grab her but not being close enough… your imagery breathes life into this fic)

the switch to kai…. oh 💞💞💞 i can’t i just love his character so effing much. the way he perceives the mc, the way he watches her… the way he grins 🤤 i need him soooooo bad its not even funny. the way he sees her crying and gets HORRNNNNEEEY like wtf do you mean you wanna be the one to make her cry instead($^(#^)& UNDER HIS??? HANDS???MOUTH??NAME??? EXCUSE ME!!? (yes PLEASE!)

this little opposites attract moment you have with kai and mc is just so interesting because of how intense it is, and holy fucking shit i cannot believe i just came to this realization while i typed this up im so fawking dumb: kai’s upbringing was so meticulous, crafted into the perfect leader, someone who can charm his way through anything but can still control the room with a single glance… he was given a formula, given the world, given more attention than he knows what to do with; he’s calm, collected, perfect. and then the mc… is quite literally his counterpart. no family (she’s an orphan right? or rather, adopted? did i pick that up correctly?) mistreated and ignored, forced to care after herself and figure out life, which inevitably flipped itself on its head when she was accepted into hogwarts, a complete 180 from her muggle life.. a storm of trauma and emotions she doesn’t know how to regulate, with powers that are way out of her league [or so she deems] unapologetically herself, unapologetically imperfect. it’s no wonder kai would be drawn to her, she’s everything he’s never been allowed to be!

when kai decides to chase after her, “like a shadow stretching to meet its mark.” (let me just say, the same metaphor for jay and kai, only one is clinging and the other is stretching out? come on. you’re joking.) ouuuu you. you you you you you when i get my hands on you!!! so interesting how the mc knows she’s being followed, and kai doesn’t really care about being subtle?? their dynamic is just so interesting, and kai is so forward it makes me squeal… “The wind caught your hair, brushing it across your cheek. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out and touch it, feel if it was as soft as it looked, feel if you would flinch.” TO FEEL IF YOU WOULD FLINCH YEOOOWWWW HOW INTENSE!!! this whole interaction was just perfection. crazy first (official) meeting, but hell yeah! 

people whispering how dare she? for beating the shit outta jay… grrrr we lowkey gotta kill them. mc not explaining herself bc she knew no one would care anyway… oh we gotta bomb the school! (too much? sorry.) also, i would love to learn more about mc and her powers; i know it was already pretty well established in this fic in regards of what they are and her struggles with them, but i just find it so interesting… something that has the potential to bring her to the top yet is frowned upon, alienates her, and she tries to suppress… i just find it so interesting, along with chaewon’s (ex)friendship with the mc! so much worldbuilding… me love. oh, and her snap at chaewon?? “I have power. You just have a last name.” YESSSSS QUEEN!!! oh everyone cheered. clapped. whistled. screamed, even.

AND KAIS ENTRANCE UGGGGHHHHHHH 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 YOU ARE SO CRUEL FOR MAKING HIM SO FUCKING HOT the fact the you wrote that he was STAKING HIS CLAIM MEOWWWWW im a melted puddle of kai brainrot you cannot be doing this to me its just. not fair!! also why the hell is this man saying he “didn’t do it for me”??? is there a secret third person getting bullied by chaewon in this room that we just didn’t know about?? 

but ough… mc finally breaking down after having to pretend to be strong… this poor girl.. can i just say, despite you mentioning previously that kai was taught to listen and look into someone’s eyes while thinking a million different things, this didn’t feel like that at all… it was just such a raw and intimate moment, the fact that hueningkai didn’t try to use some flowery language to comfort her, didn’t do anything unnecessary,, but just stood there… just to be there. and the kiss… and the fact that it had yet to develop any passion, bc hueningkai is just so confused on why he’s so drawn to her,, “He tasted like someone who hadn’t felt anything in years and hated that you made him want to” god its like you want me to kill myself i hate you. him also being shaken by the kiss… just to tell her to stop crying bc it ruins her face 😭😭😭 god i love him. I LOVE HIM!!!

my goodness, you really did your big one with this fucking character. i love when kai is written in a more cold manner, it’s such a weakness for me; i love that you made him soooo forward, it’s so ridiculously hot. he knows what he wants and doesn’t care that they have different statuses, which is sooo incredibly HOT?? i wondered if it would be a dilemma between the two (as if he’d be repulsed by her or reluctant to chase after her) but the fact that it’s not is SO REFRESHING you have no idea!! him just following her around like a guard dog…. dude my knees are weak. i need to shake you by the shoulders and scream at you so you can realize what this man is doing to me. 

the scene where the mc was having a panic attack was so !!! important to me !!! kai doing something as simple as feeling her pulse and telling her to continue walking with him…. then holding her hand… oh em gee… need that… also yunjin coming up to her after and asking if she was kai’s gf.. and not being super mean and jealous ?! again,,, this is like a breath of fresh air.. it’s not like i hate cliches (love them) but i also find it interesting when you’re just met with the unexpected… like. yunjin’s chill as fuck! okay queen! saying he’s obsessed with the mc… 😖 and calling him unwell LMFAO she’s so chill i wasn’t familiar with her game…

“I’m ambitious,” she said. “And if being ambitious makes me a bad person… then I guess I’m a Slytherin.” this line is so crazy good i ate that shit UPPPP i always think abt that trope where it’s like. idk how to explain it… people that know they’re bitches are more real/better than a person who hides behind a fake persona and tries to convince themselves they’re not rotted… idk. yunjin reminds me of that. 

now lets get to this final scene shall we… everything about this was genuinely perfect. i loved hearing kai talk about his upbringing, talk about how cruel it was but not seeing it that way bc yk… it’s what he grew up with. “He sounded like someone explaining the weather. Like grief was just another season he’d already lived through.” you and that fucking figurative language i cannot believe you just write this shit down like nothing i cant STAND YOU (marry me? ^^)

“I look for you when you’re not around.” DO YOU KNOW IM CRAZY??? IM HUNTING YOU DOWN!!!!

the smut…. im speechless…. kai constantly asking for consent FAWWKKKKK GRRRRRRR I CANT DEAL WITH THIS. YOU CAN TELL ME TO STOP ANYTIME>????A{OEGT&)&)U JJST FUCKING. SHOOT ME!!! “Here?” / “You want me here?” HES SOOOOO>??!>!$@$ im malfunctioning. NEED NEED NEED NEED NEED NEED GIMME GIVE ME HIM NOW

the teasing. the dirty talk. him being a fawking EATTERRRRR MEOWWWWW

HIM CONSTANTLY. FUCKING. KISSING HER. EVERYWHERE. HE JUST. CANT STOP. KISSING HER. DO YOU KNOW. IM FUCKING CRAZY. YOU HAVE THREE DAYS. 

everything about that was just so sweet… so good and charged with emotions and pining, the way they lingered around each other, meticulously cleaning up not because it needed to be perfect, but because it meant having an excuse to stay longer…

the callback to the mc fixing the bed, focused on symmetry. him not caring about it and instead being fixated solely on her. oh FUCK YOU!!!

“Why would you change for me?”

“Because you made me want to,”

oh sigh…. i need to be institutionalized after this. this was just so… soooo perfect… (but also can i say it’s interesting that kai’s first instinct is to mold himself completely around her? it really is all he knows, in a way… it’s okay to be you kai…) BUT ALSO i can recognize the sweetness and adoration that comes with wanting to be like your partner, wanting to understand them more in order to reach a better closeness. i just love overanalyzing ! 

ALRIGHT now let me move onto these following quotes that i just found so interesting and that i wanted to talk about on their own!

“you didn’t notice the silence blooming around you like mold.”  / “boys with bloodlines like poisoned roots” /  “Screw this whole bloody castle and the way it always stank of legacy and rot.” / “A boy born with a silver knife in his mouth,” /  “You felt too much. You burned too brightly. You cracked in places he didn’t understand. You cried like it meant something. You fought like the world still owed you something soft.”

i just wanted to dive a little further into the whole “you have motifs that keep appearing in your figurative language for each character” thing, because this is truly so interesting and (in my personal opinion) a huge standout in your writing! (or at least, this fic? i’ll have to read more of your works to prove this theory… hehe) like how the mc is constantly associated with rot/ruin/cracks, and how kai is always associated with silver/blades ? (THE FACT THAT YOU USED SILVER BLADE INSTEAD OF SILVER SPOON YOURE A GENIUSSS)  and how the themes of power and legacy are also associated with rot/decay… and how there’s a lot of recurring metaphors of blood… i can’t it really is just so amazing to read and pick up on. it just sets up this subconscious premise in the reader’s mind on how they should feel about certain things, gives them physical imagery/ imagery that appeals to the senses and just really elevates the feelings one gets… idk, the fact that you used blooming like mold is so crazy to me. how do you come up with this?? were you blessed by the gods? i hope you know that at some point, i just started cussing you out in my notes. 

okay! let me just say, despite my really, really aggressive review and reactions, i loved this story!! so much!!! i truly think you’re such an incredibly talented writer, you have such a good grasp on imagery and your characters that you manage to intertwine both and elevate your story so much more. the plot was absolutely perfect, im such a sucker for jaded characters like kai, your fic had me hooked from the day it was announced, and i was so excited to see that it was finally out! i’ll add a final comment on the playlist; i was so surprised to see that it went for a much softer, loving sound, but i truly think it fits. it’s so gentle and just added to that yearning that we got in the fic… 10/10, amazing. (die for you, paramore, and w2e in one playlist?? Oh, your mind…) i enjoyed this fic sooooo soso much, i wish i were hit in the head and given memory loss so i could experience this for the first time again. amazing work, im in love with you!

‎₊ ˚ ⊹ ིྀ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐓

pairing: slytherin!kai x gryffindor!reader

He was supposed to look away. He was never supposed to crave the one who didn't belong.

warnings: hogwarts au, set in college age, romance redemption, strangers to lovers, pureblood/halfblood societal norms, mdni. bullying!, family!trauma.

smutwarnings: virginity-loss, missionary, oral!fem receiving.

wc: 10k — playlist

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: so happy to be part of this event! thank you to my girls, rain, ash yun and nina for being awesome ily all ^.^ see the event masterlist here.

He grips the back of her head, his fingers sinking into her hair as he thrusts into her with a steady, punishing rhythm. Skin into skin. Her soft moans turn ragged, a needy, breathless chorus in the dimly lit room. The air is thick with the cloying scent of her perfume, almost too sweet, making his head swim.

“m-more, Kai, please,” she whimpers, her nails scraping at his shoulders, her legs tightening around his hips.

He smirks. They always beg the same way.

He watches her, how her lips part with every gasp, her brows knit in desperate pleasure but as she reaches up, her fingers brushing against his jaw, he knows what she’s after.

A kiss.

He shoves her hand down, ignoring the flash of irritation in her eyes. He doesn’t want to see that. He doesn’t want to see anything but her writhing beneath him as he chases his own high.

He keeps pounding into her, the bed creaking under them, her breaths turning into sharp cries. When he feels himself tip over the edge, he holds her hips still, burying himself to the hilt as he cums hard into the condom. He stays there for a moment, head bowed, catching his breath. He pulls out and steps back, his chest heaving. She lies flushed and trembling, a sheen of sweat on her skin, her hair a tangled mess. He’s already made her release twice tonight, but he can’t find it in himself to press his lips to hers.

A line he never crosses.

She sits up, tugging down the hem of her uniform skirt, smoothing it over her thighs. She ties her hair back in a tight ponytail, her green scarf slightly wrinkled. She watches him with narrowed eyes, her lips still parted and pink. “Why don’t you ever kiss me?” Yunjin says finally, her tone somewhere between curiosity and frustration. “I used to think it was just me… but I talked to some of the other girls you’ve hooked up with. You never kiss them either.”

He shrugs, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark as he tugs on his jeans. “Should I?”

“Asshole.” Yunjin’s voice is clipped, her eyes sharp with hurt as she stands up. She can’t let him be the one to leave first, not tonight. She smooths down her skirt and grabs her bag, shoulders squared as she heads for the door.

Heuning Kai just watches her, his lips quirking into a lazy smirk. He’s known her since their first year, long enough to read every flicker of her mood, how she tries to cover her hurt with anger, how she thinks he can’t see it.

He doesn’t bother trying to stop her. He doesn’t have to.

She leaves with her head high and her footsteps light, and he doesn’t move until the door clicks shut behind her. He shakes his head, a small huff under his breath as he stands and tugs his jeans back up, his shirt still undone.

Kissing. It’s always been too intimate, too close; something that feels like more than he can give. He’s never been interested in playing at something deeper than what they already have. He’s never found the will to do it.

He glances at the rumpled sheets. He will need to have them smoothed out, made right again. Things should be neat, aligned.

He has always hated disorder, the way it jars the symmetry he craves.

He strides through the grand halls with the effortless poise of someone who believes the castle itself was built for him. Every step is confident, his polished shoes clicking softly on the stone floor. When someone calls his name, he turns enough to flash them a half-look. His name is on everyone’s lips. His robes are cut to perfection, dark green and silver threads woven just so, a mark of being a pureblood heir and wealth. He sees the girls watching from the corners, cheeks flushed. Some whisper to each other, others just stare in open admiration. The boys in his own house, look at him with a mix of camaraderie and begrudging deference. They share the same colors and the same crest, but not the same steep.

He doesn’t slow down for them. The air around him seems to shimmer with an arrogance that doesn’t need to be spoken aloud.

Everyone knows who he is and what he represents.

He’s about to turn the corner when someone barrels into his shoulder. He glances up, finding himself face-to-face with a student dressed in vivid red.

A Gryffindor.

“Honestly, must you always be this clumsy?” Kai sneers, his voice dripping with scorn as he glares at the boy. There’s no kindness in his eyes, just the sharp gleam of someone who delights in cutting others down. He’s never had patience for Gryffindors, the way they strut around, so certain of their own virtue, as if bravery alone could make them special.

“Watch where you’re going next time,” he adds with a thin smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Or did you leave that famous Gryffindor courage somewhere behind you?”

He hates their pride, their blind sense of righteousness. It’s always been a sore spot for him — the ones in this house always seem so sure of their own moral, so quick to wear it like a crown. They don’t understand real power. They don’t understand how quickly their loud ideals can be torn apart.

“Careful,” he murmurs. “Not everyone here is as forgiving as I am.”

The Gryffindor boy shoves his hands down into his pockets and walks off without a word. Kai’s smirk falters, turning into a disappointed scowl when he realizes he won’t get the reaction he was hoping for.

He turns back to his locker, swinging the door open and rifling through his books. His fingers move. A sudden burst of laughter echoes from the other side of the hallway, loud and grating. He can’t see them, but the harsh, triumphant cackle is enough. Another group of Gryffindors, undoubtedly.

He hates how their lockers are practically pressed up against his own. How he has to see them every day, laughing like the world is theirs for the taking. It makes his skin prickle with annoyance.

He heard them leave.

With a grunt, he shut his own locker and started toward his first class, but not without catching a faint, choked sound from the direction of the lockers he hated so much.

It’s not that he’s curious. It’s not that he wants to see it.

It’s just that it’s on his way, like a grain of sand stuck in his shoe, like a pedestrian standing in the road he needs to cross. A path he has to take, whether he likes it or not.

At the end of the row, a girl is crumpled in defense, her face hidden in her hands. Her shoulders are trembling, the soft, broken sounds slipping past her lips even as she tries to swallow them down. Even from here, he could see the ache written in the curve of her back, in the way her breath hitched and faltered. The world feels too bright around, the hallway too bright and uncaring.

He breathes.

How hurt must she be to let someone else see her so wrecked, so undone?

"I am not the Darkling" he said softly, his eyes searching mine. "I am not the monster you think I am."

You echo the words under your breath, the pages of your battered book trembling slightly in your hands. You feel your eyes burn, but you don't dare blink. The darkling tried dragged her into the dark, but it was her light, Alina, that ended up swallowing him whole.

Fairy tales for the lonely. Lies stitched into paper and ink. Because in the real world, no one survives being consumed by someone else.

And no one asks to be.

“Hey.” You hear your name. When you glance up, Chae Won is standing over you, eyes sharp with contempt.

She’s supposed to be your friend. A fellow Gryffindor.

Without warning, she snatches the book from your hands and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from where you’d been sitting quietly on the floor. “Can we just stop this, please? I—”

“Stop what?” she snaps, already stepping closer. “Crying to Jay? Playing the victim again?” His name stops you cold.

She doesn’t let up. Her hand fists your hair, enough to hurt. “Do you forget you’re a Muggle-born?” she hisses. “And him? He’s everything people want. We were fine before you. You just had to show up, cry to him like some helpless little thing, and now he thinks you're this princess he has to save.”

Chae Won shoves you hard against the lockers. The metal slams cold into your back, the sound echoing down the empty hallway. She leans in, eyes burning, and says the one thing that never stops hurting, no matter how many times you've heard it. “You’re dirty.”

And just like that, you’re six again.

Not here. Not now. But back in that cold, too-quiet house where no one looked like you. Where you sat at the dinner table and watched mouths move around you like you weren’t even there. Where you learned, early and without being told, how to be invisible.

Where no one taught you how to belong.

You don’t say anything. The words are there, caught in your throat, but they taste like shame. They always have.

The afterthought. The charity case. Strange eyes. Odd temper.

You were the one who showed up on the doorstep with nothing but a trunk and a name no one knew how to say. You tried your best to earn your place, to blend in, to make yourself useful, but they still looked at you like you were something foreign. Something misplaced.

In the darkest corners of the night, you wished you’d never gotten the letter. That magic had skipped over you. That your name had never burned through that parchment. Never touched a wand. Maybe then, you could’ve had a normal life. One where you didn’t have to watch your adopted siblings shine in a world that only ever dimmed you.

Because then maybe, just maybe, you’d get to be normal.

Not this. Not the ghost haunting a place that was never yours. Not the muggle-born mistake among children who made spells sing on their tongues, while yours stuttered, cracked, and bled.

You didn’t even feel that you were crying.

Chaewon stares down at you with a cruel smirk, almost entertained by your tears. You’re frozen, your chest tightening, looking like a ghost of yourself. Pathetic. That’s probably what she’s thinking. Then she shoves you again hard. Your body hits the cold locker room tiles with a sickening thud, pain through your spine. You flinch, but you don’t even try to get up.

“Tell anyone,” she sneers, leaning down. “and you’ll regret it.”

They left you right after that.

No one would believe it anyway. You’ve spent your whole life fighting, pretending you're fine, building yourself up just to keep surviving. You wear strength like armor. But now?

Now you’re nothing but shattered pieces on the floor. No one saw you break. No one knows how hard you cried.

No one fucking knows.

"What?" Your voice comes out sharper than you meant, caught off guard.

It was the morning after — after everything and Jay had found you outside like he always does. The golden boy of Gryffindor, the one everyone seemed to adore without question. For months, he'd been chasing you. Sweet smiles, thoughtful words, persistent in his way. He asked you out more times than you could count and a month ago, you said yes.

That was why Chaewon hated you more now than ever.

Jay leans in across the picnic table, casual and unbothered like nothing had shifted in your world. Like you hadn’t spent the night before crumpled on a locker room floor, swallowing sobs and blood.

"I said you should sneak into my dorm later," he repeats. You blink at him. You had planned this picnic, thought maybe today would give you a moment of peace. A needed softness, but now his words float in the air like smoke, invasive and unexpected. He doesn’t notice the way your hands tremble slightly. Or if he does, he says nothing.

You swallow hard.

"Why would I do that? I could get caught," you say, your voice uneasy, the words tumbling out. Jay laughs, it was as if your nerves are a joke to him.

"Come on," he says, grinning. "It’s been a month now. I wanna be with you. Do that thing with you."

Your stomach turns. You might be naive but you’re not stupid. You open your mouth to say something, to maybe ask what he really means, to question the way he’s looking at you like he’s owed something, but he cuts you off. "If you really liked me, you’d do it too. You know?"

You look at him, stunned, like a deer caught in headlights. The boy you thought wanted you for you is now dangling your feelings like bait on a hook. "That... that won’t prove if I like you or not,"

"What do you mean?" he asks, brows furrowing. "So you don’t wanna do it?"

"Of course I would," you say quickly, your throat tightening. "But not right—"

"Not right now?" He scoffs, shaking his head. "That’s always your excuse."

"Excuse?"

He leans back, annoyed. "You know, if you don’t want me, just say it."

You freeze. His next words come out in a bitter, quiet mumble, like he doesn’t even realize he’s saying them aloud. "If this wasn’t for a stupid bet, I wouldn’t—"

"What?" Your voice is almost breathless. Cold rushes through your chest like someone ripped the air straight from your lungs. He doesn’t answer. His eyes widen, just for a second — just long enough to tell you everything you needed to know.

Your mind races. You remember the guilt that bloomed in your chest every time you turned him down, thinking you were the one being difficult. You remember how sad he looked when you said no, how it made you feel like you were failing him. How you apologized for it, over and over, thinking you were the one ruining things.

You remember trying, really trying to open up. The effort it took to prioritize someone else's wants over your own. The nights you rehearsed words in your head, how to say things gently, carefully, so he wouldn't feel rejected. You remember the ache of being left out, how his friends would talk around you like you were invisible. The silence when you spoke. The forced smiles when they laughed at jokes you didn’t understand because they were never meant for you.

You remember Chaewon's cruelty and you remember convincing yourself it was all worth it because he chose you.

"I was a fucking bet?" Your voice comes out hoarse. You stare at him, this boy who once looked like something good. Something kind. All that softness you thought you saw in him feels like a lie now.

You can feel the fire start to rise in your blood. You wore the same house colors.

"I—It was from the start, but then—"

“We’re done.” A blade slipped between the ribs.

You stand, your eyes focused on anything but him. You don’t look at the people beginning to notice, don’t care about the whispers. Your chest is hollow and screaming, but your face doesn’t show it. You walk the grounds like your heart isn’t shattering with every step.

You feel him behind you, his frantic footsteps, his form clinging to your shadow. You feel the stares, the weight of every eye on you.

"Can we please talk?" he pleads, his hand wraps around your wrist.

You turn your head and slap his face so hard it echoes. He doesn’t even get to process it before your foot collides with his, a sharp kick that throws him off balance. Pain, humiliation — all of it written across his face now for everyone to see.

“I said we’re done.” Your voice cracks but not out of weakness. It cracks from the sheer force of holding back everything you could’ve screamed. "You're evil."

He’s looking at you now like he’s the one broken. You turn, this time for good. Your body is trembling, anxiety crawling beneath your skin like a thousand needles, but your steps are steady. You're done.

Kai lounged on the stairway, tuning out the crude, drunken laughter of his housemates as they bragged about the girls they’d had the night before. Their voices blurred into nothing. His eyes scanned the grounds lazily, flashes of yellow, green, blue, red, the usual mess of students he barely cared to notice.

He saw you.

He saw you and remember how you cried that night.

He leaned forward without thinking, resting his chin on his hand, the world narrowing to just you. Everything else fell away against the blinding, face of yours. You moved with a kind of arrogance he recognized instantly: head high, steps sharp, like the world didn’t deserve you. The fire in your eyes. Typical of your house — spoiled, untouchable. He should’ve been bored.

He couldn’t look away. He couldn't stop hearing remembering your soft whimpers the night before.

A boy in red caught up to you, fumbling for your attention, desperate to be seen. Kai watched, as you turned to him with a look of pure disdain. The boy stammered something, like he was apologizing. You slapped him. Hard.

Kai’s mouth curved into a slow, wicked grin.

You didn’t stop there. You kicked the boy’s foot out from under him, angrily spat a few words he couldn’t catch, and walked off, not even glancing back. Kai’s eyes stayed locked on you, tracking every furious step you took across the grounds. You tried to hide it; the tremble in your hands, the way you blinked too fast but he caught it.

You're crying.

His chest tightened, something crawled under his skin. How much sweeter would it be if he were the one to do it? He could already picture it: your pride, your voice breaking, your pretty face crumpling; under his hands, under his mouth, under his name. Not for some sniveling boy, but for him.

Only him.

You didn’t even know his name. He stayed where he was, eyes following your broken form.

Kai had grown up as the only son of a pureblood family, where reputation bled deeper than blood, and control was not a suggestion but a rule etched into the spine of every morning. He was taught to be composed, restrained, untouchable — never too loud, never too soft. Smile, but not too often. Speak, but only when it matters. Feel, but never let it show.

He’d been raised that way.

His life was built on legacy. Emotions were weakness. Kindness was liability. He was not held, not comforted, not loved — only shaped.

They carved obedience into him like marble.

He watched his father hold entire rooms in silence with nothing but a stare. Watched him speak to people as if their existence was a favor, an inconvenience he barely tolerated and everyone listened. Everyone bowed. He learned early that power wasn’t just about magic.

He wore it well. Better than most.

He learned how to mimic empathy without feeling it. He learned how to laugh on cue, how to listen without caring, how to look someone in the eye while thinking of a thousand other things.

He drifted through life half-asleep, wearing the world like an ill-fitting coat. Friends, lovers, enemies; it was all noise. Meaningless. Predictable.

You were raw, undone, human. Everything he wasn’t. Everything he had been taught to crush.

What would it take to ruin you completely?

With every difiance in his body he stood up. He found himself taking step forward. Kai moved before he realized he was moving.

The sound of his housemates' laughter faded behind him, smothered under the pounding in his ears. He descended the steps with the same cold precision he was raised with, but something feral stirred beneath his ribs. His strides were steady, calculated, like a shadow stretching to meet its mark.

You were walking fast, too fast, your back stiff and your steps clipped. Anger clung to you like perfume, sharp and choking. He trailed you from a safe distance, ignoring the students who brushed past, oblivious. All he saw was the set of your shoulders, the shake in your hands. He could practically taste the heat radiating off you.

You turned a corner. So did he.

You passed the greenhouses, cut through the arch, your pace stuttering as if your own breath was betraying you. You didn’t notice him. Or maybe you did. Maybe you felt it — that feeling like you're being watched, hunted. The air changed around you.

Kai waited until you slowed near the old stone path that led toward the empty wing of the castle. Then he spoke.

His voice didn’t waver. “Why did you hit him?”

You stopped walking.He watched your back rise with a breath, then you turned.

Your eyes met. For the first time.

Up close, you looked even more dangerous. Even more breakable. Fire and ruin, cloaked in pride. Your lips were trembling, but your jaw was clenched. He took a slow step closer, tilting his head slightly, studying your face like it was a spell he hadn’t learned yet. Something unreadable flickered in your eyes — recognition? fear? anger?

He spoke again. “Is he the one who made you cry?”

Your fingers curled at your sides. You narrowed your eyes, not answering, as if silence could keep you safe.

Kai smiled, cruel. “You're not very good at hiding it.”

“I heard you last night,” he said, voice so calm it almost sounded kind. “In the hallway. You were crying.”

Your expression twisted. “Were you spying on me?”

“Observing,” he corrected, as if it mattered. “You’re... difficult to ignore.”

You scowled and turned to walk away, but this time he moved,faster than you expected, cutting into your path. “Your name,” he said. “Tell me.”

You stared at him like he was insane. Like something in him wasn't right and you were right. Something wasn't right. “What, so you can tell your little pureblood friends? Have a laugh?”

“So I'll know what to call you.”

Your breath hitched. He didn’t smile this time. His eyes dropped to your mouth, then back to your eyes. He could see it, the flicker of panic behind your bravado, the instinct to run, the ache in your throat from holding everything in. And yet, you didn’t move. You stayed rooted.

Still burning. Still human.

Still too much for someone like him.

“You're insane,” you said.

“I've been told.” Kai murmured. The wind caught your hair, brushing it across your cheek. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out and touch it, feel if it was as soft as it looked, feel if you would flinch. “Tell me your name,” he said again.

You stared at him for a long time. Seconds stretched like hours. A war in your eyes, as you spoke your name. Maybe if you gave him your name, he would leave you alone.

“Wasn’t hard,” he said softly, almost mockingly. “Was it?”

He stared at you for a second longer, and when you didnt answer him he turned and walked away; no grand gestures, no parting words. A slow retreat, like he’d taken exactly what he came for. You stayed frozen in place, blinking hard, as if shaking off some invisible fog. The anger you felt with Jay minutes ago completely erased in your mind.

You told yourself he was just another entitled, pureblood brat playing mind games. But somehow… you knew he wasn’t done with you.

It was a surprise that you didn't cry a tear when you returned to your dorms that night.

The sun filtered through the high windows in thin, silver lines, catching on the dust that hovered in the still morning air. Breakfast chatter filled the Great Hall.

You walked in alone. As usual.

Your boots echoed softly against the stone as you passed through the threshold, robes hanging heavy off one shoulder, the collar of your uniform just slightly wrinkled. Your hair was pulled back, but loose strands clung to your cheeks from where you’d barely bothered to dry it. There were shadows under your eyes. A bruise of exhaustion, of restraint.

People noticed. They always did.

You could feel it, the way heads tilted toward each other when they thought you weren’t looking, how eyes followed you just long enough to make your skin crawl. It wasn’t new.

That’s her, they’d whisper. Muggleborn. Dangerous. Did you hear what she did to that Golden boy? How dare she?

You could’ve explained. You could’ve said he tricked you. Said he turned you into a bet, but you’d learned a long time ago, they never really wanted your side of the story.

You crossed the room, spine straight, steps controlled, passing the long tables like you didn’t notice the silence blooming around you like mold. You sat at the edge of your table. Your plate filled with food, untouched by your hand. A flick of your fingers beneath the table, no wand. No words.

A few first-years flinched.

Your fingers hovered over the rim of your goblet, then curled back. You weren’t hungry. You hadn’t slept much. A voice still rang in your head like a spell that hadn’t worn off.

“So I'll know what to call you.”

Kai sat three tables over, surrounded by his housemates; all perfectly-groomed pureblood sons and daughters of old families, boys with bloodlines like poisoned roots. He wasn’t speaking. He rarely did, but his gaze was fixed on you like a blade laid flat across your skin. He didn’t look smug. He didn’t smirk. He just watched. As if you were something worth waiting for.

You held his gaze. Steadily.

He didn’t look away. The last time you locked eyes with someone like that, they ended up on the floor, clutching their ribs, coughing blood, but Kai didn’t flinch.

He simply raised a single brow, like he was inviting you to do it. Daring you. Testing the temperature of your fury. You clenched your jaw and shoved your chair back, the scrape echoing louder than it should’ve.

Screw the eggs. Screw the toast. Screw this whole bloody castle and the way it always stank of legacy and rot.

And just as you stood, “Filthy little freak. Thinks she’s special.”

Your fingers twitched. You didn’t need a wand. The goblet in front of the boy crushed. Water soaked his robes. Gasps echoed. You didn’t look back. You kept walking.

You weren’t afraid of what you could do. You were afraid of how easy it was now.

The doors slammed behind you as you left the Great Hall, but you didn’t get far. You’d barely made it into the courtyard, “Well, if it isn’t our little wandless wonder.” The steps behind you were deliberate. Stiletto-sharp. The sound of privilege. You turned around.

Chae-won stood there, arms folded, robes pristine, her platinum hair twisted in a perfect knot that screamed power. Her prefect badge gleamed on her chest like it mattered. And behind her, always behind her. trailed two other girls.

“Chae-won,” you said flatly.

Her smile was razor-thin. “Did you think we wouldn’t hear? Poor Jay.”

“What?”

“You slapped him. Humiliated him. In front of everyone,” she hissed. “He was apologizing, you freak.”

“You know nothing.”

Chae-won’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, please. He did something, or what? That gives you the right to act like some dark creature in the middle of the grounds?”

You didn’t flinch. “I said you know nothing.”

Chae-won blinked, her voice lowered to something crueler. “So? Do we care about a mudblood like you?”

You looked at her. Really looked. And wondered how many people had handed her the world and called it earned. You remember the first year you were friends, the first year she knew all of you, and the once smile on your face whenever you see her. It all became a blur when people looked at you as a misfit.

Your hands twitched again.

“You planning to explode something else?” Chae-won taunted. “Go on. Show us what you can do. Everyone’s already terrified. Might as well give them a real show.”

You stepped forward. “You want to know the difference between you and me?” Chae-won raised a brow.

“I have power. You just have a last name.”

Her jaw tightened, but before she could respond, before she could reach for her wand or hurl another insult, a voice broke through from behind: “Chae-won.” She froze.

Kai stood a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes locked not on her but on you.

“I’d stop if I were you,” he said, calm, lazy, terrifying.

Chae-won blinked like she hadn’t heard him right. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not repeating myself,” His shoulder brushed yours, intentional as he passed and stood between you and her. Not defending you, but as if staking a claim.

Chae-won’s face burned. “This has nothing to do with you, Kai.”

“It does.”

She stood there for a second, jaw clenched, then scoffed. “Figures. Your house never know where to keep your standards.” Then with one last look at you, all venom and fury, she turned and stormed off, her little shadows flurrying after her.

You looked at Kai. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He didn’t look at you. “I didn’t do it for you.” And yet, he was still standing there. Still between you and the world.

You hated how you lived your years.

You hated the way your life had built itself around survival; around silence, around swallowing things that no one else ever seemed to choke on. You hated that you were born like this, like a wrong answer in a question nobody asked.

You hated that once, long ago, you’d called Chae-won your friend. That you’d laughed with her, studied with her, braided her hair in the dormitory mirror. You hated that she knew all the parts of you worth breaking and now she used them like blades.

You hated that even now being Muggleborn wasn’t enough. Wasn’t already a mark on your back. No, you had to be different, too. You had to wield wandless, wordless magic, the kind they couldn’t control, couldn’t track, couldn’t replicate and that made them stare, like you were unnatural.

You hated that, out of all the people in this castle, the one who wouldn’t look away was him.

Kai. A stranger. A Slytherin. A boy born with a silver knife in his mouth, and the gall to look at you like he saw past your fury, like he saw you about to break.

You walked away; fast, sharp steps that echoed off the stone corridor — hoping he wouldn’t follow.

He did.

You didn’t stop him. You hated that, too.

You didn’t speak, didn’t glance back, you kept walking until the hallway emptied behind you. Until there were no portraits, no prefects, no Chae-won, no whispering mouths. A stone and silence and the feeling of someone watching you like a match watches a flame.

When you reached the end of the corridor, where the light didn’t quite reach and the air felt still and forgotten, you stopped. Your shoulders rose once, then fell. The first sob cracked out of your chest so violently it startled even you.

You tried to cover it, your hand flying up to your mouth, like that would make it less pathetic, but it didn’t matter. You were already shaking, already crying, already too human to stop it now.

Behind you, he didn’t say anything.

You sank down against the wall slowly, like your legs had given out — not from fear, not from pain but from carrying it all too long. The silence between you pulsed, thick and unkind, and still he stayed. No comfort. No lies.

“I didn’t want it to be like this,” you whispered, not even knowing if you meant your life, or this day, or this moment. Maybe all of it. You could feel his eyes on you. You could feel the way he was listening.

“What do you want from me?” you asked, voice raw.

You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand, angry at yourself for crying like this in front of him of all people. Your lips trembled, and your vision blurred, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

And Kai just sat there.

Watching. Unmoving. Unbothered.

Or so you thought.

Kai exhaled slowly, like a man tired of waiting, because watching you; ruined, furious, crying and still managing to burn like a goddamn wildfire — it made something unravel inside him. Something unholy. Something that clawed its way up from beneath all the manners and legacy and careful obedience.

You, with your defiance. You, with your trembling hands and splintering voice. You, who didn’t even look his way.

You felt too much. You burned too brightly. You cracked in places he didn’t understand. You cried like it meant something. You fought like the world still owed you something soft.

A single, smooth motion and before you could ask what he was doing, before you could read the shift in his expression, he was standing over you. Looking down at you like you were a problem he couldn’t solve, like you were noise in his carefully constructed world of silence.

His jaw twitched. “I don’t like messy things,”

You opened your mouth, to apologize, to yell, to tell him to leave but your voice didn’t come.

Instead, he crouched down. Slowly. His hand reached out, not toward your face, but beside it, bracing against the wall near your shoulder, boxing you in. His other hand hovered near your chin, pausing midair. A breath. A hesitation. Something nearly human.

He kissed you.

Your fingers curled in the fabric of your robes. Your chest ached from the sobs you hadn’t finished, from the weight of the day, from the way his mouth pressed against yours like it was the only language he knew.

It wasn’t sweet. It was hungry.

He tasted like someone who hadn’t felt anything in years and hated that you made him want to. His hand moved to your jaw, holding it, not harsh but unrelenting.

His breath was unsteady when he pulled back. So was yours.

Your tear-slick lashes fluttered as you stared at him, chest rising and falling with everything you hadn’t said, everything you didn’t understand.

Kai didn’t blink. You didn't too.

You weren’t sure who looked more shaken.

“Stop crying,” he said. “It ruins your face.”

It was past curfew when the door creaked open.

A soft, deliberate sound, barely loud enough to disturb the quiet hum of sleeping breaths in the girls' dorm. The enchanted lanterns were low, casting dull golden shadows across the hardwood floor.

You were curled on your side, blanket kicked off, facing the wall like it might protect you from the dreams that had been growing more vivid lately — filled with brown eyes, the weight of a stare, the press of a mouth that never should have touched yours.

It has been a week since he kissed you, and all he did now was consume you.

You heard a slow footstep across the floorboards that didn’t belong. You sat up in an instant. Your hand instinctively curled, breath caught in your throat.

It was him.

Kai stood there leaning just inside the doorway like he owned the place. His eyes flicked over the room, over the slumbering forms of your roommates, and then back to you.

You were too stunned to speak. He shut the door behind him with a careful click.

“You can’t be here,” you whispered.

“Then tell me to leave.” He said it like he already knew you wouldn’t.

He didn’t move toward you. “I won’t skulk around and pretend I don’t know what I want.”

You swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how your heart was hammering. Of the ache in your hands from clenching them too tight under the blanket. Of the way you hadn’t breathed properly in hours.

His voice lowered. “I wanted to see you.”

You looked at him then. Really looked. His hair was messy from wind or sleep, his collar half-open. His expression, unreadable as ever, but void of any smug.

His look scared you more than any smirk ever had.

You were walking to your next class, trying to keep your head down, your thoughts together, your breathing even.

Kai walked beside you. Beside you. Shoulder to shoulder, step for step, like he belonged there and he wasn’t hiding it, either. He was adamant in the way he moved.

You rounded the corner and saw them.

Jay was seated on the ledge just outside the main stairwell, one arm slung lazily around Chae-won’s waist as she perched in his lap. They looked like a painting, like every pureblood fantasy the school worshiped. Perfect posture, perfect hair, perfect detachment. Chae-won was smiling; a perfect, cold little curve of her mouth that never quite reached her eyes while Jay just stared.

He saw you before you saw him. His gaze locked with yours, cold and pointed, like you’d wronged him. As if he were the victim. Chae-won didn’t even glance your way, but she leaned in just enough to whisper something in his ear, and though he didn’t smile, something in his jaw flexed. His hand tightened on her hip and suddenly, you couldn’t breathe.

Your vision went blurry. Your throat tightened. The corridor felt too bright, too narrow, the sounds too loud, too far away. Your breath stuttered; shallow, clipped, your heart racing like you’d been running.

Kai's gaze move from your face to your hands, where they clenched and twitched at your sides. You tried to blink it all away, tried to keep walking like nothing was happening, but your body had betrayed you.

“Has this happened before?” His voice came low.

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Your limbs felt heavy and useless, and the corridor seemed to stretch further with every step. You were floating and falling all at once. You barely noticed when his hand reached for you, until you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist — not tightly, not to restrain, but to feel.

He pressed his thumb lightly over the spot just above your pulse. He didn’t need words to know. The panic was there, thundering under your skin, alive and frantic and loud enough to silence everything else. His brow furrowed. “You’re panicking.”

The words landed heavy, simple and precise. You flinched like he’d struck a nerve, tried to pull your arm back, but he didn’t let go.

“You don’t get to worry about me,” you snapped, voice sharp and broken at the edges, as if saying it out loud could make it true.

Kai tilted his head, expression unreadable. He didn’t react to your words. He didn’t need to. He just looked at you like you were the one thing in this corridor that mattered. And then he said, calm and quiet, “Continue walking with me.”

It wasn’t a plea. It wasn’t even a request and you hated that your legs obeyed before your mind could fight it. Hated that some fragile part of you wanted to keep walking, if only he stayed beside you.

You closed your eyes for half a second, just enough for the tears to sting. You wouldn’t let them fall, not here, not with them still behind you but your chest ached, and the shame pressed hot against your throat.

His hand found yours again.

His fingers slipped through yours like it was instinct, and then he held on careful, steady, like he was holding something breakable. You kept walking. One step after the other.

He walked with you ike the entire castle wasn’t watching, but even if they were, he didn’t let go.

“So, you’re Kai’s girlfriend?”

You looked up from the ancient, half-crumbling book in your hand and blinked at the girl now standing beside you in the dim library aisle. She was dressed in green and silver and wore the kind of smile that had probably gotten her everything she ever wanted.

“Pretty,” she added, tilting her head slightly, eyes raking over you not with curiosity.

“I’m not,” you replied evenly, turning back to the shelf, hoping she’d take the hint but her presence didn’t waver. You could feel her shadow shift with yours. She followed as you stepped further down the aisle, her footsteps light but intentional.

“I’m Yunjin, by the way,” she said. Her voice had that lilting quality warm, but not soft. “I always see him around you. I mean, everyone’s noticed. It’s kind of hard to miss, the whole... obsession he has with you.”

Your fingers paused mid-reach. Obsession?

“And I guess,” she continued casually, “that must be the reason he stopped seeing me.”

“…What?” The word left your mouth before you could hold it in, too stunned to coat it in disinterest.

“Oh, don’t worry.” She gave a light, musical laugh. “It wasn’t serious. Kai doesn’t do serious. He’s unwell. Emotionally, I mean. Brilliant, but broken. The type of boy you keep behind glass until he cuts you with it.” She said it like she knew. Like she’d bled.

You stared at her. Her smile didn’t falter. If anything, it widened. “But I do see something different now,” she added, “He looks at you… differently.”

You expected cruelty to follow. A sharp comment tucked behind a smile. A passive-aggressive jab meant to draw blood beneath the surface because that’s how it usually came, wasn’t it? From the people who knew how to dress poison up in perfume.

You thought of Chae-won. A girl from your own house. People from your own house who doesn't even dare to smile at you. It was strange, wasn’t it? That someone from your own house had been so much crueler than the students from the house everyone warned you about.

So much crueller than Kai. Than Yunjin.

“Why are you being kind to me?” you asked, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Yunjin tilted her head like she was trying to decide whether to laugh again. Then, with a small shrug, she said, “What?”

You held her gaze, unflinching.

She exhaled through her nose, almost amused. “Oh. Yeah.” There was a flicker of something beneath her expression then something real. “I’m ambitious,” she said. “And if being ambitious makes me a bad person… then I guess I’m a Slytherin.”

You were sitting in your bed, knees tucked loosely to your chest, the blankets crumpled around you like a forgotten thought. The castle was quieter than usual. Music pulsed faintly from somewhere down the hall. There was a party for your batch tonight; a celebration, one you were meant to attend, smile through, pretend for.

Instead, you were here. Alone.

You were counting the minutes.

The door opened without urgency, a soft sound not trying to sneak, not trying to impress. You didn’t turn your head. You didn’t need to. You already knew who it was.

Kai stood in the doorway like the rest of the room didn’t matter. His eyes swept across the space, landed on you, on your still form in the sheets, on the way your gaze had already been waiting for him.

“You knew I would come,” he said.

“Yes,”

He strode toward you with his usual measured grace, never rushed, never nervous and you moved slightly on the bed. “You never told me anything about you,” you said, and your voice didn’t accuse, “You’re always around. You help me. You... show up but you never talk.”

Kai looked at you, and there was something different in his eyes tonight. “What do you want to know?” he asked.

You didn’t blink. “You.”

There was a long pause.

Long enough that you thought he wouldn’t answer. Long enough to feel the ache of expectation rise in your chest, but then Kai huffed, soft through his nose, and there was a shape to it that almost — almost — sounded like a laugh. Not the full thing, but the ghost of it.

You wondered, not for the first time, what he sounded like when he really laughed.

Your eyes flicked to the empty space beside you, and you shifted further inward on the bed, a small movement, but clear.

He caught it.

He sat on the edge of your bed, hands resting on his thighs, the weight of him sinking into the mattress beside you. His posture was still too careful, still too contained, but he was there.

“I don’t talk about myself,” he said suddenly.

You didn’t answer. You knew better than to fill silence that didn’t ask to be filled. Kai exhaled softly, the sound shallow. Measured. Then he looked up, his eyes distant but focused on you, like he was reading from a page only he could see. “I was raised to be an heir. Not a person.”

You didn’t flinch. He noticed that. It made him keep going.

“My father were strict. He didn’t believe in wasting time on things like comfort, or affection. If I cried, he said it was noise. If I asked questions, he told me to read faster. If I smiled too easily, he asked if I was bored, or foolish.” He paused. Not for effect. To breathe.

“He had this saying. You were not born to be loved. You were born to lead. And I repeated it to myself every morning. For years. Until it didn’t sound like cruelty anymore.” he shakes his head, “When I was five, I learned how to duel with a real wand. When I was seven, he started leaving me alone in the manor for days. Said it would teach me independence. I didn’t speak to anyone for weeks.”

His voice didn’t shake. Not once. He didn’t sound angry. He didn’t even sound sad. He sounded like someone explaining the weather. Like grief was just another season he’d already lived through.

“I don’t know how to talk about feelings,” he admitted. “I know how to talk around them. How to look someone in the eye and not let them touch a single part of me.”

He looked at you again. “But then I saw you.” The words weren’t loud. They weren’t dramatic. “I didn’t mean to care. I don’t know how to. But I do. I hear your voice in my head even when I try to ignore it. I look for you when you’re not around.”

“And when you’re upset, I want to fix it.” His hands unclasped slowly, then gripped the edge of the bed. “I want to fix it because it’s you.”

You moved closer. He didn’t stop you. He just looked at you like you were the first warmth in a life made of glass and granite and rules. “I hate how much I feel now,” he admitted. “But I don’t want to go back.”

His words made you reach out the back of his neck and pull him to you. You hugged him and you let out a shaky breath. "I'm here. I'm here Kai."

Two strong arms snaked around your waist as soon as you said those words, and Kai's lips were against your nape. He left trails of kisses on your neck up to the back of your ears, his body pressed on yours. "Good."

He presses a few more soft kisses to the back of your head, then his voice drops to a whisper against your ear. “Can I touch you?” Your breath hitches, but you nod. His hand slips beneath your shirt, fingers brushing lightly across your stomach. “Can I touch you here?” he asks, voice gentle.

You nod again, barely able to get the word out. “Yeah.”

His hand travels higher, fingertips gliding up until they meet the bare curve of your chest. He pauses, just long enough to make your heart race. His lips are at your neck now, breath hot. “Here too?”

When he feels you nod, his hand moves with more purpose, fingertips gliding over the curve of your breast. He cups you fully, palm warm, thumb brushing the softness, squeezing just enough to make you arch subtly into his touch. He teases, exploring everywhere except where you need him most, drawing out the ache with every careful touch. When his fingers finally graze your nipple, a quiet moan slips from your lips before you can stop it. He pauses, his breath brushing against your neck. “You can tell me to stop anytime.”

Then he pulls his hand away from under your shirt, and the sudden absence makes you whine, your body instinctively chasing after his warmth. Before you can speak, he cups your face gently, tilting your head until your eyes meet. It’s dark but he's close, so close — you can make out the shape of his face, the softness in his gaze.

He leans in, brushing a featherlight kiss over your lips. Then another. You smile softly, breath mingling, and when your lips part, he takes it as invitation. This time the kiss is deep — hungry. His mouth moves against yours with desperation, like he’s been craving your taste for far too long. His hand finds your waist, tugging you closer, bodies aligning in all the right ways as the heat between you builds.

“I want you,” you whisper, voice barely there, lost in the way his lips trail along your neck, warm and wet. “Please.”

He pauses just enough to meet your gaze, then his hand slips between your thighs, cupping you through the fabric. The pressure makes your hips jerk, breath hitching.

“Here?” he murmurs, rubbing slow, teasing circles. “You want me here?”

It’s too much, and not enough. Heat pools low in your belly, a need that feels raw and overwhelming. You nod, biting your lip, your voice trembling. “Yes. There. Please.”

He groans, low and deep, and that’s when clothes start disappearing—slowly, messily. Every layer peeled off is interrupted by his mouth; on your lips, your jaw, your collarbones. His hands, greedy and gentle all at once, explore you like he’s memorizing every inch. The room is filled with nothing but breath, the soft rustle of fabric, the occasional hitch of a moan.

When he finally sinks lower, eyes locked on yours as his lips trace a burning path down your body, you don’t stop him.

“Kai…” You moaned as you clenched your fist on his dark locks. His tongue was doing to your buds as his fingers part your wet folds. You don't know what it is, but it makes your legs quivered as his tongue lapped at your entrance.

Kai grunts as he hears your soft moans, sucking on your clit to hear more. Your taste in his mouth got him drunk as he shook his head from side to side, making your moans go higher as you moved your hips to grind your wetness on his tongue. "Hmm?"

He pulled back, replacing his tongue with his thumb, rubbing her wet clit as he kissed and sucked your inner thighs. Your eyes rolled back as your chest rose up and down, glistening with sweat.

You're fucking beautiful. Kai thought as he looked up at you with hooded eyes. The sight of your blushing cheeks, eyes asking for more with your lips between your teeth made Kai slightly rut his hips on the bed.

"Do you know how long have I imagined this?" He pumped a finger inside your pussy, curling it to hit your spot as he put his mouth back to work again, flattening his tongue over your swollen pearl before flicking it with the tip. You cried out in pleasure, throwing your head back.

“I couldn't help myself but think of you.” He begged as he doubled the finger inside your soaking cunt, making you cry out in pleasure as your hands grabbed the pillow under your head.

“I can't resist having all of you.” He kissed your clit, making you whimper at the brief contact. He took off his shirt and pants before pulling you by your arm, sitting you on his lap as he took off your blouse and bra. He kissed around your nipple before taking it into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.

He moved your position to grind on his bulge, letting out quiet moans as he desperately kissed you. He stopped your hips as he moved to your other nipple, lightly biting it while staring at your glossy eyes, making your breath hitch. He hummed as he sucked the pebbled flesh into his mouth, nibbling on it. He laid your back down, admiring your body as you panted. Your eyes are glistening, and so is your cunt. He groaned at the sight, pushing his hair back and taking his erected cock out of its confinement. He pumped it a few times before you sat up and took it into your hand.

“Let me make you feel good.” Kai stopped your hand, giving a kiss on your forehead. “Fuck.” He murmured as he moved to your lips, sucking on them, making you whimper as you laid back down again.

“Kai, please…” You cried when Kai started to rub his shaft on your slit. Every time his head hits your bud, you let out a whimper, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide as you look up at him.

Kai took his time, grunting before pushing the tip inside. You gasped, grabbing the sheets under, feeling the pain as his length invade you. Your walls fluttered around his cock, making him let out low growls. You felt tears in your eyes as you watched half of his length disappear inside you. Kai took your hand, intertwining your fingers. He kissed your tears.

“Am I hurting you?” Kai shushed when you hissed, feeling a hint of pain as he filled you. His other hand began rubbing circles on your clit to ease the burn from the stretch.

"No,"

Kai kissed your hand when he was entirely in, giving you time to adjust. You look gorgeous underneath him. Legs wide open,mouth slightly parted, and body glistening under the dim lights of his room.

Kai started moving slowly when you nod your head, until your whimpers turned into moans. His name echoed in whispers, as you clawed on the skin of his back, leaving red marks. He was cradling your head, and his lips pressed on your ear. He was whispering the sweetest things to you.

“The things you do to me,” Kai whispers, kissing your ear lobes. "I can't even look at anyone else now."

“Yes, yes, Kai, please…” You begged as his hips started to thrust harder into you.

“Fuck.” He groaned, feeling your walls clench around him. He could tell that you were both close. Your walls spasmed around him, and his thrust started to stutter.

“Look at me.” He stared into your eyes, feeling your orgasm take over your body. His mouth reaches for your sweet lips, your toes curling as your legs wrap around his waist. Kai thrustied into you a few more times before pulling out to spill his thick load on your thighs.

It was slow, and it was soft, the way he helped you clean up. No magic. Just his hands and yours, sleeves rolled up, fingers brushing as you folded the same blanket twice just to have an excuse to linger near each other. The silence between you wasn’t heavy. It wasn’t awkward. It was full.

Your scent clung to the air; a little floral, a little tangy, something warm and alive, like late spring clinging to skin. It was in the sheets, in the corners of the room, in him. He’d never been the type to notice things like that, but here he was, trying to memorize how the air felt with you in it.

You were fussing with the pillows now, distracted, focused on symmetry but he was just watching you.

“I’m going to work every day,” His voice was low, almost rough with restraint. “I’ll work every fucking day, just to follow you.”

You feel your eyes burn.

“I’ll learn how to move the way you do. I’ll learn how to speak the way you understand. I’ll change the way I live if that’s what it takes. Every single day, I’ll do it, just to fit you.”

“Why?” you asked, voice almost a whisper. “Why would you change for me?”

Kai’s eyes found yours. “Because you made me want to,”

It's the truest thing he’d ever said in his life.

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[witchyarchives]

Some people aren't going to like this but whatever:

We need to understand that some of the character development in the harry potter series comes from Jkrs bigotry and prejudices.

Harry stayed with their relatives because Jkr had a very specific model of family in mind and the non normative family models weren't considered good for her.

Remus Lupin's condition was a metaphor for aids and his character and Greyback's were portrayed as the duality: the bad werewolf who targets children on purpose, and the good werewolf that doesn't trust himself to be around children. Which is just another derogatory analogy to emphasize that even good people with a disease aren't good enough to be in society.

—This thing really annoys me because Remus was one of the best teachers and had the potential to be the emotionally stable character that provides a safe space for young people (a safe space that he only had with the marauders when he was younger) and helps to combat the idea that discriminated people (an queer people) shouldn't be around kids (The prisoner of Azkaban could have end with all the students fighting to keep Remus as a teacher, even as a tutor or something but noooo). Also him staying in Hogwarts and watching Dumbledore's behaviour towards Harry the next years maybe would have made him change his point of view or even make him doubt if that approach was the correct one with a kid (obviously I would have love for him and Sirius to adopt Harry but not everyone thinks the same).

Every woman got villanaized without exception. The ones that were "too feminine" even when they were teenagers were treated poorly as well as the older masculine woman. Rita Skeeter was described as an older woman with masculine traits targeting minors (which could be read as if you aren't portraying traditional roles you're a threat for children and society too).

Womanhood was only represented by the evolution of the madonna whore complex: craziness or motherhood. The ones that were in the mother role were the good ones and the ones that ended being too awkward, too weird or too crazy were villains. Even Hermione ends up constrained in the mother role and Tonks (who was a really good potential for a non conforming character) has the same end, but even before that she was placed in the big sis role with Ginny and Hermione.

The lack of poc characters is disappointing but the way their personalities are based on racist stereotypes and prejudices is disgusting. Not only the names but the way they could have had a major role in the series and explore a different ending or evolution thanks to their experiences bothers me so much. Kingsley was a great wizard and could have done more things than "follow Dumbledore's last instructions". As an outsider from Harry's family group he could have seen the things way more objectively and argued that maybe a 16 yo child wasn't safe enough and that the whole plan had so many holes. Also him befriending Remus could have had a major impact in the way werewolves are seen and, again, as an outsider from the marauders group, make him see that he was worth it of love and compassion. But no, Kingsley was just there to be the poc character with good morals on screen with 0 character development.

Cho (omg I despise the way she was written and treated) could have been the "emotions are valid" character that pushes their mates to confront their fears. She was placed in Ravenclaw just because of the "smart Asian" stereotype, but as Cedric's love interest it could have had more sense for her to be in Hufflepuff (they shared a common room so they had things in common and spent time together). And in the fifth book, while she was in mourning she could have been a decisive element for Harry's feelings to not be hidden. We all know Harry had severe emotional problems and a character embracing their own and helping a friend to express more than anger would have been so important, especially for a kid that was treated almost as an adult because he was the key for an imminent war. So this bonding could have been a really good one, and with Luna's appearance the stereotypical trio could have had a better relationship with femininity and softness (a thing that could have helped Ron's and Hermione's insecurities too) and Harry could have learnt how to recognise and comfort his two best friends feelings.

I could keep putting examples but I don't want to make this too long. If you're interested in a deeper and extended explanation let me know <3

[tintdbcrry]

almost enough

synopsis: you and ellie are constantly getting into fights. she leaves at night and when she comes back in the morning she’s too drunk to even have a conversation with you but you still keep coming back.

notes: this is the first thing i’ve written on here. it’s short and kinda rushed and i have no idea if this is good or not but i hope whoever comes across this enjoys it.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, angst, slight swearing, kissing.

wc: 811

you loved ellie, you truly did, but it was hard to when your nights were filled with yelling and tears. her leaving the house at unholy hours to do god knows what. she would come back just before dawn, slip into your shared bed with her day clothes still on, her breath smelling of alcohol. she’d tuck your hair back, whisper a slurred “i love you” before drifting off into sleep.

it scared you, not knowing when her mood would shift. one moment she could be the happiest she’s ever been, laying in bed with you — giggling about things you wouldn’t even remember tomorrow — and the next she’d be screaming at you, her tone worsening as her voice rose, sending shivers down your spine.

countless times she had held you in her arms, telling you that she’d never leave, that nothing she said was true, but it was just a matter of time before she’d do it all over again.

it was unreasonably late, the moon shined in through the curtains. you lie in bed, irritability clouding over you. you were exhausted, yet the restlessness only deepened with each passing minute. it was getting harder to fall asleep. sometimes you reached out for the warmth of ellie’s body but you were just met with the cold shadow of what once was.

just when you were drifting off into sleep you heard her. you heard her close the door with a soft click, like she was trying her hardest to be as quiet as possible, but it didn’t help. you could hear the sound of leather boots stomping on the wooden floor. you tried to pretend you were asleep, that is until she settled into bed next to you.

she nudged you with her hand, soft, gentle, a stark contrast to the way she yelled at you that morning.

“ellie?” you muttered, pretending that you just awoke from a quiet slumber.

“baby.” she whispers, her voice warm and inviting. it was almost enough to make you forgive her.

she didn’t have an acrid smell of alcohol sticking to her clothes, the kind of scent that clung to your throat and made your eyes water. she smelt like pine and cedarwood, how she always did before her fits of drunken rage. it was like she tried her hardest not to drink tonight, to not disappoint you.

she traced patterns along your arm and gooseflesh formed under the padding of her cold fingertips. she smoothed her hand down your arm in an attempt to get rid of it.

“i’m sorry…” she spoke, her voice trailing off slowly, cracking a bit — like it always did when she tried to apologize.

you rolled your eyes, unsure if she could see in the darkness of the room.

“sorry for waking me up or sorry for being an asshole?” your tone was harsh, unforgiving, even though you desperately wanted an apology from her.

“both.” she said, continuing to trace patterns on your arm before stopping abruptly and looking up to you, trying to read your expression.

“it’ll be different this time, i promise.” she said softly, almost as if she was trying to convince herself.

you sighed before rolling over, hot tears welling up in your eyes, your back being turned to her. with ellie there were always broken promises. you just didn’t know whether or not to give in to them. for once you just wanted her words to be true.

you didn’t realize how tense you were until ellie wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you in closer, desperately trying to gain your approval. a soft gasp escaped your lips as she pulled you in. when was the last time the two of you were like this? legs tangled in bed, a comfortable silence filling the air instead of an awkward one.

for a moment — just for a moment — you slipped into a peaceful bliss. the warmth of ellie’s skin against yours was enough to make you forget about all the pain she’s caused you.

you turned over and her eyes fluttered open, like she was just starting to fall asleep and you startled her awake. you just stared at her for a little while, not wanting this moment to end — even though you knew it eventually would.

your eyes flickered between hers before your lips met suddenly. it was unexpected, you didn’t think you’d be kissing her after everything that happened between you two but you just wanted to feel her touch against yours again.

you pulled away from the kiss, hands gently grazing the side of ellie’s freckled face.

“you promise me it’ll be different this time?” your voice wavered a bit as the words left your mouth.

“promise.” she whispered, taking your hand in hers and kissing the base of your knuckles.

you didn’t believe her — not really — but you wanted to.

[wh0rephobic]

SALT ON SKIN.

PAIRING: dilf!anakin skywalker x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you forget to pay your AC bill during this blazing heatwave, your friend is nice enough to invite you over to swim in her pool.

WARNINGS: SMUT, age gap (20s-40s), oral (fem!receiving) fingering, piv, bondage, semi-public makeout, edging?, “best friend’s dad”, NSFW, MDNI

COUNT: 3.3k

It’s been hot, so hot. The kind of heat that strips you bare, that makes every breath taste like scorched metal and dust.

It’s the type of heat that keeps you up at night and makes you forget things by daybreak; things like when your next paper is due, what time practice is today, or — worst of all — forgetting to pay the air conditioning bill for your cheap college apartment this month, right in the middle of this dreaded heatwave.

The air in your room is thick enough to suffocate you. So, when your best friend and teammate Leia Skywalker invited you over to her house after softball practice to swim in the pool, you had to jump on it.

The moment you feel the water slice through the heat of your sunburnt skin, you knew it was the right call.

Lifting your head above the water, you use your two hands to slick your hair back, treading the water lightly.

“Come on, Luke! It’s not that cold!” You call to Leia’s brother, who’s standing indecisively on the diving board.

“Yeah!” Leia shouts, “don’t be a pussy!”

She punctuates her insult with a splash in his direction, proving that the water temperature is more refreshing than painful in this sticky heat. Luke flinches before glaring brutally at his sister, taking a step back before he launches himself off of the diving board, landing in the water with waves that are sure to be sent over you. You hold your hands up in defense, squealing playfully.

Soon enough, one cannonball turned into twenty, and hours passed by in saltwater bliss. No one noticed it when the sun melted into a tangerine haze and the day unraveled like a ribbon, slow and warm.

Nobody wanted to be the first one out, but regardless of if it was Luke or Leia, you knew you would be last.

Your chin rests on your hands, crossed over the pavement surrounding the pool as your eyes stare up to count the stars, gradually waking up the indigo sky.

It’s so quiet now. You can hear your own heartbeat calmly in your chest, accompanied by the soft sloshing of your feet kicking the water behind you, and distant crickets.

The sudden sound of the Skywalkers’ sliding glass door startles you, and you whip your head around with wide eyes, caught like a deer in headlights.

It’s Leia’s father.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s just me,” he chuckles, jokingly holding his hands up in surrender.

He’s shirtless, clad in red swim trunks.

You give him a friendly smile. “Hi Anakin,”

“Hello Y/N,” he tilts his head teasingly, “I didn’t think you’d still be here, I think Luke and Leia are both asleep.”

You hold your lip between your teeth. “Yeah, Leia told me I could stay a little while longer before I go back to my apartment.”

Anakin gestures approvingly, knitting his eyebrows in concern. “Do you still not have air conditioning?”

You shake your head. “They said it’ll be back tomorrow.”

He lets out a sigh, mirroring the look of disappointment on your face. “Well, stay here for as long as you’d like, I just wanted to jump in before I get ready for bed.”

“Sounds good,” you smile thankfully, nuzzling your chin back into your knuckles and resuming your star-counting as Anakin makes his way to the diving board.

Anakin has always been very nice to you, and you’re very grateful that he makes you feel so welcome whenever you visit, which is often since the Skywalkers’ live in the same town as the small community college that you, Leia, and Luke attend.

Once he jumps in, it’s not long before he makes his way over to where you rest on the concrete, placing his own forearm down for support before he leans down.

You turn your head and rest it in your arms, sideways as you look up at his silver eyes, lashes still clumping together with water from his dive.

You can’t help but notice how the pool light glows on his skin, outlining the ridges of the muscles of his broad shoulders and chest. It wasn’t a secret that Anakin was a conventionally attractive man. Although he was older, a lot of your teammates often threw jokes at Leia about it, and even if they were mainly just to gross her out, they did have some truth to them. You try not to let your eyes wander much, but you might’ve gone a little too far.

“So, how are classes going?”

Small talk. It was always the same filler questions, just something to pass the time and cover the silence. But something about it felt entirely different with Anakin. The words may sound empty, but his strong eye contact is rich with interest, desire… it’s hypnotic. The conversation continues to buzz seamlessly, every boring question loaded with context, swimming with something left unsaid. His voice dips a little too low for it to go unnoticed when he asks about your weekend, and your laugh lingers just a little too long. It’s stupid really, the teasing, the wandering eyes watching lips talk about professors and parking passes like both of your minds aren’t elsewhere, wondering what it would feel like to close this gap between you. Somehow, the meaningless conversation had turned into foreplay as you slowly gravitate towards each other.

Anakin raises a gentle hand to your temple and pushes a strand of damp hair behind your ear. A tender gesture, but his touch drags, tracing a light fingertip down your neck and following the curve of your spine. It’s obvious now.

“Anakin,” you whine. “You’re doing that on purpose,”

He huffs through his nose, chuckling at your helpless pout as a mischievous smile crawls onto his face.

“Doing what?”

But you couldn’t answer. In the silence of the summer dusk, neither of you dare break the eye contact that carries wordless confessions back and forth, between you two.

Each moment begins to melt into the next, and all of a sudden you find yourself rising up to full height, resting your pruned palms on the pavement. When your eyes finally shift down to glance at his lips once more, you feel a desire burn in your core. It’s aggressive and impossible to ignore, and you can’t help but wonder if Anakin feels it, too, as you two slowly magnet towards each other.

“Am I wrong for this?” He asks in a whisper low enough for only your ears.

You shake your head, “n-no,” you breathe.

Your lips meet in a tender, pillow-soft kiss that blooms in the pit of your stomach. His right hand rises up to softly cradle the curve of your jaw, thumb gently stroking your cheek when his lips move against yours, deepening the kiss.

With water lapping gently at your waists, it almost feels as if time has suspended itself between your heartbeats. There’s no reason to rush, you both know it. As your lips glide against each other with pacific rhythm, you anchor a hand on the back of his neck.

Minutes seem like hours before Anakin finally sucks your pouty bottom lip into his mouth, a sure sign that these quiet kisses are going somewhere. Things begin to escalate when you hook your index finger in one of the loops of his swim shorts and pull his hips toward yours. His cock springs to life behind the fabric that separates you two, and you can’t help but let out a quiet moan at the feeling of his big hand coming down to squeeze the fat of your hip. Anakin wastes no time licking into you, grunting at the lingering taste of strawberry soda on your tongue.

From your round hip, his fingers creep behind you to squeeze your ass, you let him slip his fingers underneath your black bikini bottoms to get a better grip as your own hands slide up his neck, tangling in his damp curls and tugging. Anakin lets out a soft groan into the ongoing kiss, only spurring you on to pull tighter. He gropes your body more firmly in response.

Rough, huh?

He uses his grasp on your hips to pull you in closer to him and you can feel his hard on nudge against your leg. His hands glide up your waist, gripping you firmly as a silent warning before he hoists you up onto the poolside concrete, welcoming himself into the space between your legs. You stable yourself on his strong shoulders, kiss not breaking for a second.

His large hands slide down your backside, thumbs tracing the curve of your ribs before they land on your hips, once again. Your ass arches into his touch, leading Anakin to push deeper into the kiss with fever. His determination fuels the fire inside you that has been constantly growing throughout this whole interaction, melting your insides and leaving slick to drip into your bikini bottoms. You need more.

Your grip tightens on his shoulders before you drag your hips forward until his erection rested right against your pelvis. He can’t help but smile against you, you’re so needy.

With a barely audible whimper, Anakin finally pulls away. He can’t hold back anymore.

“Can I take you into the shed?” He whispers, hand caressing the back of your head.

“Yes,” you nod, embarrassingly eager. “Please.”

Your eyes gloss over as you start to beg for him, melted like putty under his gaze, desperate for anything he’s willing to give to you… you’ve needed this for too long.

Today, the stars are on your side, and he’s ready to become everything you’ve ever wished for.

Anakin leads you into the decorated pool shed and shuts the door behind you. He moved without hesitation, caging you against the counter, arms braced firmly on either side. The heat in his eyes made your throat dry with anticipation, with a thirst that only he can satisfy… he dives for your lips.

Wandering hands lead their own paths other wet skin, both of your suits still dripping on the tile. Anakin’s skilled hands cup your breasts, squeezing gently as he massages in teasing circles, making sure to flick his thumb over your clothed bud periodically. Every swipe pulls a quiet gasp from your lips that he drinks up like an addict, eager for more. You begin to palm him through his shorts.

With a grunt, he lifts you up by your thighs and carefully places you on the counter of the pool shed; the same counter that you, Luke, and Leia would mix cocktails with the liquor you’d steal from him. The memory makes you feel guilty, dirty for being here half-naked with none other than their father… it turns you on more than you’d care to admit. You nip playfully at his kiss-swollen lips.

You take your time tracing the prominent outline on his swimsuit, memorizing every dip and ridge before he’s even able to pull it out… you can feel him getting harder by the second, his eyebrows lower in frustration at your taunting pace. He grunts, and you can’t help but giggle in response, slowing yourself down just to tease him some more.

But Anakin is not one for taking things slow.

He soon hooks two fingers into the tied waistband of your onyx bikini bottoms, pulling them down your legs without hesitation and lowering himself onto his knees. His arms hook around your plump thighs, jaw coming to rest on the edge of the counter, his face inches away from your glistening heat. You can feel his breath in your cunt, and you clench on nothing.

“Tell me,” he stares up at you with soft puppy eyes, “tell me what you want me to do to you,”

Your mouth. You think, and it’s the only thing you can think about, but whenever your mouth opens to say anything about it, you can’t find the words. A million thoughts in your head and you can’t get even a single one out.

But Anakin doesn’t need you to tell him what you want, the sheer sight of your pussy glistening in the moonlight tells him everything he needs to know. Flicking his eyes back and forth between your hot core and your wide eyes, Anakin leans in to lick an experimental stripe over your slit, tongue curling perfectly around your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body jolts from excitement in his grasp, and he pulls back again to study your expression.

“That,” you choke, finally finding the words you’ve been looking for. “Do that again, please…”

Anakin dives into your heat again without any complaint, lapping up all of your juices with a ruthless pace that makes your thighs squeeze around his head, a shudder racking through your figure. His arms, thick with muscle, wrap around the back of your hips and pull you closer to him. Twitching in his grip, your hands reach down to steady yourself on him shoulders, fingernails digging crescents into tanned skin. He grunts in protest, pulling back.

“You’ve gotta be careful, angel.” He explains, “I can’t have my kids wondering where I got these scratches,”

“Okay, okay…” you nod breathlessly, desperately obedient if it means he’ll keep touching you like this.

It does, Anakin leans in once more and suckles gently on your clit, sending jolts of lightning through your body and making your legs kick out in overstimulation, fingers still planted on his shoulders. He lets go of the sensitive skin with a subtle pop before soothing it with a few flat licks. Without warning, his face dips lower, plunging his tongue deep inside of your core, drinking you up. The feeling of his wet muscle entering you makes you gasp, eyes rolling back as you clench on his mouth and subconsciously squeeze his shoulders again. He withdraws from your body again, dragging a whine from you.

“Come on,” he pouts, softly rubbing your hips with his thumbs. “Be good for me, hmm?”

“Yes, y-yes ‘m sorry!” You blabber, “please don’t stop, I’ll be good!”

He shakes his head. “I’m not gonna stop, but you have to be good—“

“I’ll be good!” You insist, “I promise, Anakin, please!”

He nods approvingly at you, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he leans back in for another taste of you. Your eyes rolling back with a low moan as you let him work your core, thighs shaking around his head, letting out deep gasps and sighs as you lose yourself in bliss on his skilled tongue. When the heat begins to coil in the pit of your stomach, your fingernails dart to his shoulders again. He stops.

He doesn’t say anything to you and moves quick before you can object. Within seconds, Anakin has his fingers untying your halter top, pulling it off from around your neck and leaving you completely exposed in the shimmering moonlight. Blue eyes tracing over your figure, he pulls the black string from your top until it dismantles. He then takes your two wrists in his free hand, moving them both behind your back and using the elastic band from your bikini top to bind them together.

He shakes his head disapprovingly, settling himself back down on his knees in front of you before he speaks.

“You never learn,” he tuts.

When Anakin’s mouth attaches once again to your throbbing clit, his fingers come down to meet your tight and welcoming entrance, plunging inside of you.

“Anakin!” You gasp, wrists pulling at your restraints.

You’re seeing stars, tumbling head-first 

Feeling every bud as you ride his tongue, body shaking with every drag of his fingers. His eyes are closed; brows knit in concentration as he devours you at an unforgiving pace. Your orgasm looms over you, ready to crash down on you any second now. It’s so close you can almost taste it on your tongue when your eyes blur, hips bucking against his face and needy hole pulsating around his knuckles. His eyes open, staring attentively at your face as he anticipates your release. He watches your lashes flutter shut, and the tightening coil in your stomach finally snaps. Electricity shoots out over every nerve, twitching helplessly in his arms as he eagerly licks up your cream, filling the pool shed with such disgusting sounds. You cry out.

When your spasms subside, so do Anakin’s aggressive strokes. He pulls off of your pussy when you finally let out a worn-out sigh of satisfaction, and your cheeks heat when you notice how his chin glistens with your slick.

“You look so pretty when you cum,” he says with a pussy-drunk smile.

His arms engulf your naked body when he comes in to kiss you, pulling you close enough to feel his dick again, still hard where it’s trapped in his red shorts.

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” He mumbles against your lips, and you enthusiastically nod in response, reluctant to break your kisses for another second.

He smiles, carefully pushing down his swim shorts and freeing his angry dick, red and leaking at the tip from its neglect. You feel his swollen head nudge at your slit, and you lift your knees up to rest above his hips, spreading yourself wide for his access.

With a heavy hand squeezing your hip, Anakin finally plunges inside of you, introducing his cock to your tight walls as you gasp and squirm against your restraints.

“Oh, god— Anakin-!” He silences your moans with another deep kiss as he fills you up whole, suffocating your pussy with his cock.

He ruts his hips gently against your core, once, twice… just enough to relax you before he can pick up the pace. Because when he does, it’s even more ruthless than his tongue.

His calloused fingers keep a firm grip on your hips as he thrusts into you, the room filling with the sound of soft moans and slapping skin as Anakin claims you as his own.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight—“ he hisses, somehow managing to speed up his movements even more.

He rams into you with such fervor that you can feel it deep in your gut, getting pounded in with every harsh thrust to your helpless cunt, walls milking him. His head drops onto your shoulder, eyes screwing shut after the sheer sight of his cock getting lost in your greedy hole makes him twitch inside of you… the sounds coming from you might be the most angelic thing he’s ever heard. His rhythm begins to fall apart as he chases his hot release.

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon…” he warns, burying his face in your neck.

It’s only seconds later that Anakin pulls out of you, holding himself in his hand as he shoots white streaks all over your salty skin. You watch him throw his head back in his state of euphoria, letting out deep growls as he pumps himself out. Panting, he attaches his lips to yours, leading the messy pace of a sloppy kiss.

After a few minutes of slow kissing, coming down from both of your intense highs, the two of you finally come back to reality. Anakin frees your hands from behind your back before he pulls up his swim shorts, reaching behind you and handing you a few paper towels to clean yourself up with before you start to piece your black bikini back together, still damp from your evening swim.

Once you’ve both made yourselves decent, he plants one more ginger kiss on your forehead to seal your affair before you leave the shed.

“Why don’t you spend the night?” He offers, “I can set you up on the couch, then at least you’ll be able to sleep in the AC.”

You smile at his generosity.

“That would be great, Anakin.”

a/n: chilled and well-fucked. happy summer !

[disapprove]

Abby only rolled her eyes with a smirk at hearing him preferring her to use daddy. "I am most definitely using you for your body, you got me." She put her hands up in defense, chuckling a little when they walked. "I'll keep that in mind, daddy."

It was clear that her mother was smitten, the moment Chase and Abby walked in. "Such a charmer." She was smiling happily, washing and drying her hands before she brought Chase in for a quick hug. "Perfect, we'll let you know if we need you. I'm liking you already. Welcome to the family, Chase." Those words made Abigail raise her brows and she shook her head while they walked up the stairs. "My mom's an easy target, she loves everyone. Dad on the other hand is a little more difficult. He doesn't talk too much. Big footballl fan, loves to go fishing, train his horses.." She shrugged slowly. "He has never been fond of meeting new people, that's not personal but just his way of communicating." She shrugged slowly, leading the way to the guestroom where they were staying. "There's not much space and it's all a little old but we can manage this for two night, right?" She flashed him a small smile, hoping to not disappoint him with all the luxury he was probably used to. "While I do really enjoy my view - you're not going to meet my dad in that." But to be honest it was just an excuse to move up to him and open up one of the buttons of his shirt. She had missed him, and it had only been a few hours.

❝ mhm, i can see those wheels turning in your head, you're just thinking about undressing me. i should have never helped with the shower, now you just look at me like a piece of meat. ❞ chase grinned, obviously joking, clear in his tone - but when she'd moved to whisper into his ear he had to let out a low noise. this girl was going to drive him crazy if he wasn't careful. ❝ all good choices, but you know how much i prefer daddy. ❞ chase managed to get out before he followed her towards the house, nodding as she spoke about her parents, and the names. he pushed any thought of his own family to the back of his mind, sure that he'd be talking about them later if they asked questions to get to know him more, something he wouldn't mind. upon getting into the house he looked around, a smile on his features as he took in everything. the house was cute, cozy, lived in and so much different from the place that he grew up. ❝ it's a pleasure to meet you, i've heard a lot. ❞ chase smiled as he looked to the woman, unsure if he should offer his hand out or not. ❝ i can tell where she gets her good looks from, but i find it hard to believe you're old enough to be her mother. ❞ he easily spoke, nodding when she mentioned the help. ❝ you've got me to the weekend, feel free to put me to work, i don't mind. ❞ even if there was a part of him that was hoping she wouldn't completely take it seriously. at the mention of taking his things upstairs chase nodded, turning to follow abby upstairs. ❝ you're not gonna get rid of me that easily, just admit it - you're scared your parents are gonna like me better. ❞ 

[caitlynshousewife]

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

wc: 648 cw: body dysmorphia, fingering, overstim (kinda sorta) dom!cait, fem!reader a/n: sorry for the hiatus this month has been horrible so this is like INCREDIBLY rushed i fear. working on more stuff though now that my motivation is back! as always, not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes

You hadn't exactly been feeling yourself lately. It was just like you weren't pretty enough. It was something you just couldn't pinpoint, but it was off. You hated it. It ruined your mood constantly yet Caitlyn was always there to cheer you up. You sighed.

Speaking of the devil.. Caitlyn happened to be nearby when you sighed. She looked over, seeing the way you looked at yourself in the mirror. The eyes of disappointment and the lip curled upward in disgust.

"Baby, you know you're beautiful, right?"

She said, but you were quick to disagree. You didn't feel beautiful. Caitlyn wasn't in the mood to argue though. She stood behind you, a 6 foot frame towering over you as her hands rested on your shoulders.

Her hands then dragged down your body, eyes locked on you through the mirror.

"You're so breathtakingly gorgeous. Look at you."

She whispered in your ear, hands roaming lovingly over your perfect form. Your face, your hair, shoulders, body, thighs.. there wasn't a single part of your body that she found ugly.

She reminded you, sweet whispers in your ear and gentle grips against your skin as she pointed out every unique thing about you.

Her hands found their way to your thighs as her eyes watched a wet patch slowly form on your underwear. Her eyes darkened. Slowly but surely, her hand came up your thigh, to your inner thigh, your vagina.. before being taken away. 

She took a seat on a chair behind her, pulling you onto her lap and parted your legs. She took the chance to roll your panties down your thighs and toss them somewhere on the floor. Her hand reached between your legs, middle finger finding your clit and rubbing in circles. Then up and down. Then circles. It was a repeating cycle. Her free hand was wrapped around your throat, keeping your head up.

Keeping your eyes on her as she rubbed your swollen, sensitive clit. 

You spasmed from the overstim before moaning as her long fingers entered your hole. It was slow at first, testing the waters. Eventually, her hand sped up and there were slapping noises that could be heard. Her fingers pumped in and out of you while her palm repeatedly slapped your clit.

She the curled her fingers and jerked her hand repeatedly, pressing against your g spot before pulling away just to do it again in quick movements. It drove you crazy. While you were busy watching her fingers enter and leave your hole, her free hand went from your throat to your face.

Her fingers entered your mouth. Drool coated her nimble digits as you moaned against them, eventually dribbling down your chin. Her hand never stopped pumping, her fingers pressing down on your tongue before pulling out of your mouth. Strings of saliva coated both your lips and her fingers, the sight making her groan.

You were close, so achingly close. But suddenly..

"You aren't cumming till you tell me you're beautiful. Do you hear me? You deserve to know how beautiful you are."

Her low voice rumbled in your ear, her hand speeding up to add to the torture. You saw stars from how much you tried to hold back, to deny you weren't beautiful. Eventually, you physically couldn't hold it in anymore, your body needing the sweet release you craved dearly. 

"I'm so b-beautiful-"

You cried, tears of pleasure rolling down your face. It was the last thing Caitlyn heard before her fingers were coated from your orgasm.

She didn't stop there, no. Her palm gently slapped at your clit after your orgasm, the bundle of nerves stimulated enough to make you squirt. You practically screamed in pleasure yet pain, before you felt hands run up and down your arms soothingly.

"You did so good, my beautiful girl."

She whispered softly into your ear. __

a/n: i lowkey hate this one im ngl, but anyway feel free to send in asks or requests as always!!

[drsheperd-bartley18]

Ask: you could do own where Aaliyah is caught drinking and smoking or they find a vape in her room.

Hope you like it! I'm on my period so even if you don't lie to me I might cry. Also, I didn't reread it so if there are errors please ignore it.

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Vape

It was laundry day at the Bueckers’ household. Usually, Azzi did her and Paige’s laundry and Aaliyah did hers, but Azzi felt like being a good mother and helping her teenage daughter out.

When Azzi walked in she could already tell something was off. The room was insanely clean, too clean for someone raised by her wife. It was clean everywhere but her hamper was overflowing. So many clothes there was no way that there were only two weeks' worth of dirty clothes.

“Lord” Azzi said playfully as she started sorting through the clothes. When she reached the bottom something colorful and plastic caught her eye. Reaching down Azzi picked it to further inspect it.

It was a vape. Hidden. Azzi was upset. They had a very important rule in this house.

Taking a deep breath Azzi grabbed the dirty clothes and walked downstairs.

Paige was in the kitchen trying to chug one of the green smoothies Azzi makes everyone drink once a day. She looked over and goofily smiled at her wife with smoothie remnants still above her lip “ Hey, Mama, you doing Aaliyah’s too? What you tryna steal my shot for mom of the year?” 

Azzi didn't say anything.

Frowning, Paige wiped her face, got up from her seat, and walked over to her “Az, you good?”

Azzi pulled the vape out of her pocket and showed it to her.

Paige’s face fell.

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Aaliyah had just gotten home from school walked straight to the kitchen ready to eat when she saw both her parents sitting at the table giving her looks that could only be labeled as pure disappointment.

Aaliyah froze.

“Hey…Guys. What's wrong?” she said slowly.

Paige held up the vape pen, “You wanna tell us why we just found this in your room”

“Wait… it isn't what it looks like I swear, Mama,” their daughter said scrambling.

Azzi gave her a look. She didn't say anything. She didn't yell. She just looked at her.

“Mom, I swear it's not mine, Maria must have left,” the girl said, scared.

Azzi's face softened; she had never seen her daughter act like this. Her daughter had never lied to her so blatantly. “ Liyah, you don't have to lie to us, we love you. We just want to make sure you're okay”

Aaliyah's shoulders slumped. “I didn't want to, everyone else was doing it, and I only did it once though. It hurt too much”

Leaning forward Paige asked, “Why’d you keep it then?”

“I don't know. I've been really stressed lately and they kept saying it would help you know calm me down some, but I couldn't do it” 

Azzi slowly shook her head. “You're an athlete. You have D1 offers already. You would throw all that away instead of just talking to us. How are we supposed to get you help if you don't let us know you're stressed out? We've been through this stuff to you know. We understand the pressure, but this cancer stick is not gonna help you”

“I know” Aaliyah says with tears rimming her eyes, “I didn't mean to mess up.”

“We know you didn't”, Paige says. “But you did. You don't have to be perfect but you do have to tell the truth. We can not trust you if you are not honest with us”

Aaliyah nodded her head “I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have lied”

“Good and you’ll have a lot of time to reflect on this cause you're grounded,” Azzi says getting up and walking up to her with her hand out. 

Reaching into her pocket Aaliyah took her phone out and handed it to her. Azzi grabs it and pulls her into a hug.”This doesn't mean we don't love you, we just need to make sure you fully understand our need for honesty.”

Aaliyah buried her head in her mom's shoulder and started crying. At this Paige gets up and walks over to her girls and places her arm on her daughter’s back softly rubbing up and down. “Your mom’s right, we love you some much but we can't pretend this didn't happen”

“I understand. I'm gonna earn your trust back, I promise”

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 I low-key didn't know how to end this so sorry if it's bad.

[queersyourgender]

Could you possibly maybe write a Mateo diaz x reader??? The plot could be whatever you want but if you wanted a couple ideas it could be

Mateo and reader are dating/engaged, she works in psych but got padged to the ER or sent there either to deal with a patient or she got assaulted by a patient and needed help.

Or

Mateo x reader where shes jealous about Victoria having such an obvious crush on Mateo

Love your work sm! I hope you can write somthing for Mateo, I cant find any x reader with him and hes my favorite <3

Run of the Mill — Mateo Diaz x F!Reader

Notes: Eeee tysm for your sweet words! Mateo is a gem and I'd be happy to write something of him for you! Here's what I've got, I hope you like it! Brief references to accidental elbowing!

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“Don't tell Mateo,��� is the first thing that flies out of your mouth as your curtain slides open and Cassie's eyes land on you, instantly going wide and horrified by the sight of your gnarly black eye.

“Holy shit, what happened?” Cassie asks worriedly, immediately cradling your face in her hands and turning it side to side to observe you. She shines the light in your eyes, watches how your pupils react, the whole shebang. “How long have you been down here? I didn't even see your name on the board.”

You grimace as she lightly touches the area around your eye, clearly assessing for fractures in your skull. The thought frightens you a little, but after being a psych nurse for who knows how long, this is pretty run of the mill to you. “I just got here,” you confess, shrugging sheepishly at her. “They wouldn't let me walk it off upstairs.”

Cassie shoots you a glare that tells you just how bad an idea that is. “Of course they wouldn't, have you looked in the mirror?” She tells you, shaking her head in that every-disappointed motherly way she does whenever one of you lot is being stupid. “You look terrible, hon.”

“Jeez, Cass, tell me how you really feel,” you try to joke, only to end up winning as she presses her thumb at a particularly tender spot. She gives you a sympathetic smile and starts rattling off the things she's about to send you to do, from x-rays to CTs, when you see him in the distance.

The margin of spotting each other is quite literally the tiny gap in between the closed curtains, but you'd recognize that mop of curls anywhere. He's walking towards you, and you make a panicked noise, flailing your hands about and grabbing at Cassie's scrubs.

“Quick, don't let him see me!” You whisper-yell, trying to physically hide behind her as your fiancé gets ever closer to the two of you. Cassie doesn't budge where you pull her, because she's a traitor who wants you to get caught, just stands there and laughs.

“Is that my sweet angel future-wife's voice I hear behind this curtain?” Mateo's playfully days from the other side, cheerful and happy as he always is, until he pushes the curtain aside and sees the scene. Immediately, his smile falls and his easy going nature makes way for abject shock. “What the fuck?”

“Baby, don't freak out!” You immediately try to placate, holding your palms out for him to take. He does so immediately, of course, and you feel guilt gnaw at you at the slight tremor of his hands in yours. “A patient accidentally elbowed me during an episode, but they didn't mean to! I'm okay, promise. Tell him, Cass.”

“It looks worse than it is,” she offers weakly, and you shoot her a glare that says that's not helping as Mateo makes an even more worried sound and cups your face in his hands. He does the same exact spiel Cassie just did, but you don't bother trying to stop him. “She'll be fine, if she's a good girl and gets her scans done.”

“My girl is always good,” Mateo retorts quickly, almost reflexively, and your face flushes slightly as Cassie shakes her head in endearment at the two of you and walks away, tugging the curtain closed behind herself to give you two some privacy.

Carefully, Mateo pushes his forehead against yours, cautious to keep away from the bruised side of your face as he does so. “Would it kill you to be more careful?” He asks you exasperatedly, and you give him a shit-eating grin, twirling one of his curls around your finger to play with.

“It was an accident,” you remind him, and Mateo rolls his eyes fondly at your insistence. Instead of lecturing you, though, he settles on placing a chaste kiss over your darkened brow, thumbing at your swollen cheek and exhaling softly.

“You're going to be the death of me,” he murmurs against your skin, and you laugh as you thread the fingers of your other hands together and pull him down ever closer to yourself.

“Is that why they say 'til death do us part?” You ponder aloud, and Mateo snorts and quiets you by moving down to kiss your lips instead.

[joelalorian]

The Dog Days of Starting Over - Part Two

Joel Miller x f!reader | WC: 2818 | 18+ MDNI | masterlist

Summary: Joel is hit with the loneliness of an empty nest when Sarah goes overseas for college. Her solution? Adopt a dog. That may just change Joel's life.

Series Tags/Warnings: 18+ mdni. Empty nester Joel. Loneliness and sadness. Humor. Cursing. Dog park shenanigans. Awkward flirting. Socialization for dog and human. Probably more to come. Slow burn to start.

Series Masterlist

Part One

Part Two

The shelter smelled of antiseptic and wet dog, the scent tickling Joel’s nose as soon as he opened the door. He paused just inside the entrance, arms crossed and broad shoulders pulling at the seams of the green flannel he wore, and took in the atmosphere. It was inviting and warm despite the cloying smell in the air. The woman at the front desk greeted him with a chirpy “Welcome!”, her dark curls bouncing as she waved. Joel grunted in reply to the warm greeting. She was far too cheery for his particular level of loneliness, and he nearly turned tail right back out the door.

Only Sarah’s sweet voice, lingering in his ears, urged him to find a furry companion, keeping Joel’s boots planted. Well, that and his brother practically crashing into his back as the annoying asshat followed him inside.

“Oh, no, the hell you don’t,” Tommy snapped, shoving Joel forward into the small welcoming area. “You promised my favorite niece, and I will not let you disappoint her. Mindful of the cheerful woman in front of them, Joel kept his mouth shut and merely shot an icy glare towards his brother.

What? It could not be helped.

“How can I help you today, gentlemen?” The woman at the desk grinned at them with a too-bright smile and about a pound of makeup on her face. The nametag on her shirt read ‘Debi’.

“We’re here to adopt a dog for this grumpy guy,” Tommy chirped in response, eliciting a giggle from the effervescent Debi.

“Wait just a damn minute,” Joel snapped, grimacing internally at the way Debi’s brightness dimmed a little as she glanced from the easy-going brother to him. He continued with a slightly softer tone. “I’m just here to look”. Turning back to glare at his brother, Joel muttered, “Remind me why I let you come with me.”

Tommy flashed Debi an apologetic look before replying. “Because there’s no way you would have actually come here on your own. Sarah made me promise to help you find a dog to adopt. I’m here for quality control.”

“I ain’t adoptin’ a dog,” Joel grumbled, brows pinching ever closer together.

“Oh, of course not.” Tommy raised his eyebrows in mock agreement. “I forgot you’re just here to get a nice whiff of despair and cry into a dog bed.”

“Jesus Christ, Tommy.” He scrubbed a hand over his face to settle his nerves. The woman looked like she didn’t know what to make of the Miller brothers, and Joel took pity on her. “Can we take a look at the dogs available for adoption, ma’am?”

“Of course! Just follow the paw prints on the floor to the kennels. We have cards attached to each cage with some details about each dog. Just let any of the staff know if you have any questions or would like to have some one-on-one time with any of the dogs.” Debi directed them toward a blue metal door on the other side of the room, where a set of paw prints led.

The sound of dogs barking echoed through the hall as soon as they opened the door. A concrete walkway spread before them, split into three directions, each lined with cages.

“Pick a direction,” Tommy insisted, and Joel turned left. The shelter held a variety of dogs, some prancing happily to the front of the cage to greet them, others cowering in the back corners of their area, and still others that lay on the floor and stared with solemn eyes or flat out ignored them completely.

“Christ,” Joel muttered. “This is worse than online dating.”

Tommy snorted. “How would you know? You’ve never even tried it!”

Fucking hell. Between the noise, smell, and his brother’s damn attitude, Joel’s patience was naught. Looking at all the dogs they passed – a yappy Chihuahua with razor sharp teeth, a stoic Great Dane too large for its own good, an overeager Golden Retriever singing the song of its people like it was the damn national anthem – Joel’s head started to pound.

He felt bad for all of these animals needing a home. He hoped someone adopted them, but it wasn’t gonna be him. Thank fuck Sarah wasn’t here – he’d end up adopting three or four of the mutts the moment she flashed those eyes at him and pouted.

They passed more dogs down the next row – a bunch of pit mixes, hounds, a German Shepherd, and some mutts. And then, at the end of the third row, Tommy stopped short.

“Holy shit! Joel, check out this guy.” He pointed toward a stocky, soulful-eyed beagle sitting toward the back of its kennel. His fur was a patchwork of warm chestnut brown, soft white, and inky black, with long ears and a face that had seen too many Mondays.

One eye was rimmed with a caramel-colored marking that made him look permanently skeptical, and he stared at Joel like he’d been personally offended by every life decision the man ever made. The dog didn’t bark or whine or even wag its tail. It just stared. Calm, quiet, but most of all, judgmental.

“Tell me that doesn’t look like the dog version of you, brother.”

Tommy was lucky Joel didn’t pop him right in that shit-eating grin, turning to read the dog’s kennel tag instead.

Name: Walter Age: 2 years Breed: Beagle Notes: Good with people of any age. Selective with other dogs. Likes long naps, short walks, and judging your lifestyle choices.

“Is his name really Walter?” Tommy questioned with a snort, peering at the information over Joel’s shoulder. “He looks like he pays taxes and complains about the weather.”

Joel couldn’t contain the guffaw that burst from his lips, his sour mood slowly lessening. “He really fuckin’ does. Like he’s been through a divorce and a midlife crisis on the same damn day.”

The brothers laughed until they were breathless. Walter merely blinked, unimpressed with their behavior.

Scratching at his beard, Joel stood there longer than he meant to, one hand on his hip. None of the other dogs caught his interest like this one. None of the other dogs stared at him like they knew he left half his heart behind at Terminal C a week ago, either.

“Who the hell names a dog Walter? That’s a name for someone who owns a recliner and a lifetime subscription to Field & Stream.”

Walter let out a breath so dramatic it bordered on theatrical.

“I don’t know, Joel. It really seems to fit him, though.” Tommy glanced back and forth between the dog and Joel before nodding. “I think you found your new best friend, brother.”

Joel looked down at Walter again. “Don’t suppose you talk back like the cactus or TV.”

Walter squinted back, and Joel could feel the judgment.

“Imma ask Debi if you can take him for a walk. Test him out and all that.”

“What? No—”

“Worst case, you both glare at each other in silence for fifteen minutes. Might be therapeutic.” The echo of Tommy’s laughter lingered long after the man left the kennels.

Joel and Walter both sighed heavily, narrowed gazes clashing.

“Just one walk, ya hear?”

Walter stood up slowly without breaking eye contact, gave one full body shake that ended in a dramatic flop back on the floor, and resumed his death glare. A chuckle rumbled from Joel’s chest. “Ornery little mutt, ain’t cha?”

Tommy returned a moment later, collar and leash in hand, flashing a cheeky grin at the sight of his brother and the dog still glaring at each other. “Fuckin’ soul mates, I swear,” he mumbled to himself. Thrusting the leash at his brother, he spoke above the din of barking that echoed through the concrete and metal room. “Here. Debi said to just take him out that door to the play yard for as long as ya like.”

The leash felt awkward in his hand, heavy and weightless at the same time. Walter allowed him to place the collar around his neck and trotted out of the kennel behind Joel, his tail not wagging. The dog just walked with a kind of resigned dignity. Joel could practically hear the thing say, ‘I didn’t ask for this either, pal.’

They made it through the door and halfway around the yard under Tommy’s watchful gaze before Joel finally muttered, “You don’t express much emotion.”

Walter sneezed.

Joel exhaled a breath of laughter. “Right. Not interested in talking. Got it.”

They continued the walk in silence, two grumpy and lonely souls walking side by side. When they returned to the row of kennels, Walter sat down at Joel’s feet and refused to go back into his kennel. He just stared up at him with those sharp eyes and furry frown like he’d made up his mind already.

Well, shit.

Tommy slapped Joel on the shoulder. “Told you. That’s fate right there.”

With a resigned sigh, Joel bent down and scratched behind one of Walter’s floppy ears. “You’re lucky I’m feelin’ generous today,” he rumbled. Walter let loose a low howl as if to rebut that statement.

“I’m telling you, the resemblance is uncanny!”

Tommy video-called Sarah as soon as they arrived back at the house. Just to follow through on his promise to her, he insisted. Joel groaned as Tommy flashed his phone around, showing Sarah the current state of the house – “You’re ol’ man’s a slob when you’re not around!” – and zoomed in for a closeup of Walter.

“Oh my God! You weren’t kidding!” Sarah declared gleefully when Walter glared at the phone from the spot on the couch he stubbornly refused to get off. “He looks so grumpy. They do have the same frown! I love him already!”

She began making baby talk at Walter, telling him he’s such a good boy and to take care of her grumpy old dad while she’s away. Joel couldn’t help the smile that crept across his face. Damn he loved that kid. Missed her so much it hurt, but right then it felt like maybe a few pieces of his heart were mending back together.

The call went on for a few more minutes before Sarah had to run. “I’m proud of you, Dad. You picked the perfect dog for you. Now get out there and socialize with him!”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you, Babygirl.”

“Love you, Dad. You too, Walter!” The dog merely snored in response, much to both Sarah and Tommy’s delight.

When Joel and Walter were finally left alone to settle into life together, he joined the dog on the couch. Walter spread his body out as far as it would go in each direction, taking up half the damn couch, and snored like a lumberjack.

“I wish you would’ve told me you snored. I mighta gotten a different dog.”

Walter blinked one eye open to flash him a nasty side eye before slipping back into a blissful snooze. Not knowing what else to do with himself, Joel settled back into the plush cushions for a little nap of his own.

That first night, Walter slept on the couch, having claimed the corner Sarah used to sit. Whenever Joel tried to nudge him off, Walter responded with a warbled groan or low-pitched howl and turned his back on him with a weary huff. Joel gave up after the third time and went off to bed.

Around 3 a.m., Walter barked at a passing car. Joel nearly had a heart attack at the sharp boom of sound that woke him from a dead sleep. Then Walter, apparently satisfied that he’d saved his new home from whatever menace was driving a Kia Sorento in the middle of the night, spun three times on the couch and went right back to sleep. Joel was left behind to lie awake for two more hours as his heart rate settled.

By day three, Walter was sleeping at the foot of Joel’s bed. He had a basket of toys next to a new Tempurpedic dog bed, fresh dog food filling half the fridge, and a bag of gourmet treats that cost more than a fancy steak dinner. Joel hadn’t meant to spoil the dog. It just sort of happened.

The truth – which Joel would admit to no one – was that he like the damn dog more than he ever thought he would. Walter was pretty laid back, when he wasn’t busy being a stubborn ass, but he did have some quirks.

The first time Joel tried to leave for work, Walter lost it. Joel closed the front door and barely made it to his truck before a pitiful howl pierced the air, followed by the sound of utter destruction coming from within the house. He rushed back inside to find the living room in a state of chaos. The dog bed had been tossed across the room, the stack of DVDs knocked over, one of Joel’s boots was in the kitchen sink for fuck’s sake, and Walter was halfway through chewing a throw pillow to shreds.

“What the hell, dog?! I wasn’t even gone five fucking minutes!” Joel turned his back on the mess with a frustrated sigh. He’d clean it up later.

Walter had the balls to look smug when Joel ushered him out to the truck. “Guess you’re coming to work with me today, pal. Can’t risk having you destroy everything in the house while I’m gone.”

When his truck pulled up to the job site with Walter hanging out the window, ears flopping in the wind, Tommy snorted.

“Is it bring your kid to work day or somethin’?”

“You ever hear of a dog with separation anxiety?” Joel jumped out of the truck, watching as Walter followed after him wearing a blue collar with a matching bow tie.

“Aww, sounds like you’re finally someone’s favorite grumpy bastard,” Tommy shot back. They moved through the site to the construction trailer.

“Not funny, Tommy. He’s like a tiny vengeance-filled wrecking ball when I leave him alone.”

“Maybe he just misses you when you’re gone. You rescued him from the shelter, that’s gotta mean somethin’ to a dog.” Once again, Tommy left Joel stunned.

“Since when did you become the voice of reason?” Joel grumbled, rolling out the latest set of plans on his desk.

“Fuck you, man. I ain’t as dumb as I look.” Walter let out a long awoooo from his spot beneath Joel’s desk, and both men laughed. “I don’t know if he’s agreeing with me or not.”

“Knowing him, probably not.”

From then on, Joel took Walter everywhere. Work sites. Gas stations. Even into the hardware store once, where Walter earned a free biscuit and a wink from the pretty cashier that made Joel mutter something about how “the damn dog gets flirted with more than the human.” Walter responded by licking her hand like he was the damn customer.

At the job site every day, Walter trotted behind Joel like a little general, inspecting everything with solemn eyes and a long sniff, barking exactly once every hour as if to tell the crew to get back to work.

The guys on site adored him. Someone even brought in a tiny safety vest just for Walter. Joel groaned, absolutely refusing to let him wear it. Needless to say, he lost that battle. Joel turned his back for two minutes to find the damn dog fully outfitted and posing like a proud mascot. He wouldn’t get out of the truck at the site without the damn vest one. Joel felt like a fool dressing up his dog, but it apparently made the little beast happy.

Walter took to sitting in the front passenger seat of Joel’s truck like it was his throne, squinting at passersby with barely restrained judgment. He let loose occasional growls and yowls when he didn’t like the people.

“I swear, you’ve got opinions about everyone we drive past,” Joel muttered one day as they pulled out of the grocery store parking lot. Walter sneezed in response and then farted, making Joel roll down the window with a curse as he sought fresh air. “Jesus Christ, dog! You’re worse than Tommy.”

As the days turned into weeks, the pair settled into a quiet life together. Some nights, Walter would curl up beside Joel in quiet solidarity while Joel drank a beer and stared at the TV screen.

“Guess I did need somethin’ to come home to,” he admitted to Sarah, scratching the spot behind Walter’s ear that made the dog’s back leg kick while he spoke to his daughter during their weekly chat. Walter blinked slowly and rested his head on Joel’s thigh.

For the first time since Sarah left for England, Joel felt a little less lonely.

“I’m gonna take you to the dog park tomorrow. How does that sound?”

One tail thump was the only response Joel received.

tbc

Part Three

taglist: @milla-frenchy, @noisynightmarepoetry, @bunnymami13, @lillaydee, @missladym1981 @therewastherewas @joelmillerpascal @baronessvonglitter

[deswhomst]

marylily angst bc fuck it we ball (also this is in the canon universe, assuming that mary was a muggle-born and she was close with lily):

this is regarding lily‘s friendship with snape and how it would have affected her friendship with mary. lily and mary were both muggle-borns and snape was part of a group that actively tried to hurt their kind. lily once told snape that none of her friends even know why she talks to him (or something like that) so it’s safe to assume that that could have created conflict—mary made remarks here and there but ultimately understood that it was lily’s friendship to keep or break.

but when mulcibier and his gang attacked mary, mary was convinced that this would be the final straw and lily would finally end things with snape—even though snape wasn’t directly involved, he was friends with them and brushed off the incident off as a “laugh.” when lily still didn’t separate herself from snape, mary was so disappointed that she didn’t even have the strength to confront her about it and internalized a lot of anger and resentment.

fast forward to when snape called lily a mudblood, lily was very upset but mary showed her no support or sympathy because of all the bitterness she had built up since the attack—which mary had a right to, as well. when lily asks mary why she’s being so cold and standoffish, mary just says “you didn’t care enough when it happened to me.” and leaves.

i see both sides here. i would be pretty upset too if my best friend continued to be friends with a person who hung around ppl involved in an attack against me and i also get why it was hard for lily—her estranged relationship with petunia could have played a huge part in her inability to let go of her friendship with snape. from mary’s pov, lily was being selfish and a bad friend and from lily’s pov, mary should have confronted her before and not when she was at her lowest.

personally speaking i know how hard it is to let go of people and yes lily should have cut snape off ages ago but, again, it’s easier said than done. i think the way they would resolve this is with a little understanding on both sides and the willingness to apologize and forgive each other.

[fairlyang]

Week 1 Confessionals

⋆˙⟡♡✧˖° love island au x miguel o’hara ⋆˙⟡♡✧˖°

★‧°𖦹｡⋆ miguel o’hara x mexican!bombshell!reader ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ W/C: 5.2K

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ CONTENT: catch up on confessionals, islander's thoughts and opinions throughout the week

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY: what did the islanders really think of our new girl’s arrival? what did they think of her grafting? did they like the game? what about the dumping?? or the challenge?? let’s find out shall we?

taglist: @nicolej04 @aphinthestars @wettbaby a/n: definitely gonna find a way to add confessionals in future chapters but I’m doing it like this just for this part! also these two I’m posting are just for fun!

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Day Four Confessionals

Miguel

“What were your first thoughts when you saw Y/n?” 

“I thought she was drop dead gorgeous. She’s a very beautiful girl.” He answered with a small smile. 

“What’d you think of her?” 

“She was very nice, and extremely easy to talk to. I don’t know what I was expecting but I was not disappointed.” He responds, letting out a chuckle.

“Quite the opposite of disappointed, actually.” He added and ran a hand through his hair. 

“How do you think the date went?” 

“I think it went well, I mean I hope it did. We had a lot in common and the conversations went by very smoothly.” He answered and smiled, “I feel like that’s the first time I felt a spark like that, maybe ever.” 

"It was a very good first date, I was pleasantly surprised and I hope she thinks the same." he says giving the camera a charming smile.

“Are you going to talk to her more?” 

“Absolutely, I mean if I felt that with the first chat it’ll definitely get better the more we talk right?” He says and grins.

“How’d your conversation with Dana go?”

He sighed and took a deep breath, “it went as I expected it to go. I knew she wouldn’t have seen it coming and I just felt bad.” 

“But I couldn’t keep lying to the both of us and I really truly hope she finds someone, she’s really an amazing girl.” He finishes and sighs. 

Peter B

“What are your thoughts on the new bombshell?” 

“Oh I thought she was stunning! But my first thought was how my boy Mig was feeling-” he starts so the producer asked a follow-up question.

“How did you feel for Miguel?”

“Ecstatic!! He looked so happy and honestly it’s all you really want for a friend in here! I was tired of seeing those puppy dog eyes all the time and hopefully she’ll change that!” He exclaims with a bright grin. 

"I mean it seems like they already got along well enough so I hope it was the same for her!" he adds and shrugs.

“How’d you feel for Dana?”

“I’m not gonna lie, I did feel for her, especially after seeing her eyes all red and her face wet from crying. I feel like Mig took too long to tell her so she grew attached too easily. Still hope she finds someone because she’s an awesome girl!” He says and holds out a thumbs up. 

“Whose head do you think will turn?” 

“Honestly every fucking guy- did y’all see their eyes when she came in? I swear I thought they were all going to land on their knees in front of n.” He joked and snickered.

“But genuinely.. hmm maybe Raúl? And Jordan? Yeah definitely those two because their brand new into their couples so they’ll be extremely open.” He answers  and hums, “I don’t think David, Peter, or Danny would..”

“Are you going to get to know her?”

“I mean I’ll have a chat with her, of course but as of right now I like how things are with MJ so for that type of chat I don’t think so.” He says and shrugs, “but I’m always open for friends.” 

Peter 

“What are your thoughts on the new bombshell?”

“She’s pretty, was very nice and yeah she seemed cool.” He says and nods. 

“Whose head do you think will turn?” 

He smirked and shrugged, “I mean obviously Raúl and Jordan. They were subtly going for it but we’ll see how the girls feel about it.” 

“Are you going to get to know her?”

“Uhh I’m not sure. I mean she’s really gorgeous but I just like how things are with Gwen.” He says, letting out a chuckle, “god it’s so early to feel this good about someone but that's where I'm at.” 

“What did you think of the girl’s reactions?” 

“The girls confused me because we weren’t like that, at least I hope we weren’t. They knew new people would be coming in and it was just rude and honestly embarrassing as a whole.” He explained and rolled his eyes, “there goes the welcoming committee for ya America.”

"How did you feel for Miguel?" 

"I felt happy for him, he was instantly all smiles and that was obviously a good sign. I hope he finds what he's looking for since it didn't work out with Dana." he answers with a genuine smile.

Daniel

"What are your thoughts on the new bombshell?"

“She was nice! Very pretty.” He answers and gives a small smile to the camera.

“Are you going to get to know her?”

“In a friend way for sure! But I think I’m going to go all in for Jazmin, I'm really enjoying my time with her." he says and grins.

"Who do you think will get to know her?"

"Oh for sure Raúl. I feel like he chose Val for now.. y'know?" he explains and shrugs, "the Peter's are locked the fuck in but she could for sure shake things up in the new couples.."

"Well that could technically be good for me…" he mumbles then smirks, "here's to hoping she goes for Jordan!" 

"How did you feel for Miguel after his date?"

"I felt happy for him! I saw how much he really truly tried with Dana but if it's not there, you can't force it. Plus he was buzzing so I know he's excited for a new opportunity." he say and smiles, "hope it works for him!"

David

"What are your thoughts on the new bombshell?"

He chuckled and put his hands up, "absolute stunner- I mean that bikini was insane." 

"She was also very nice! I am definitely going to have a chat with her." he says and smiles.

"I didn't think I'd have my head turned so soon…. this was not in my plans." he jokes then snorts.

"How'd you feel for Miguel?"

"I was stoked for him!! He was beaming when he was getting ready and when he came back, he looked happier than a kid on Christmas and that's what this experience is all about!" he answers with a smile on his face.

"How'd you feel for Dana?"

"I felt for her, I mean you can just tell that she genuinely had no clue which is probably why it was such a surprise to her. We'll all try to cheer her up because anything could change in here and I know she'll find her perfect guy." he responds and nods, "yeah I know she will."

Raúl 

"What are your thoughts on the new bombshell?"

He chuckled then grinned at the camera, running a hand through his hair then saying, "I'm in big trouble." 

"She was really sweet and absolutely stunning, and now I kinda wish I was the one that was on the date with her…" he says then laughs at his own joke. 

"She's definitely the type of girl I'd go for on the outside and if she has a good personality, I'll be in even bigger trouble." he jokes, letting out a chuckle.

"I hope I get the chance to talk to her properly tomorrow! She seemed easy to talk to and according to Mig, a big flirt so I'm taking the challenge and finding out for myself." he grins and sighs, "but don't get me wrong I'm still happy for my boy."

"We've all seen he's had it a bit rough so hopefully it's like a brand new start for him." he added and gave a thumbs up to the camera. 

"Who else do you think will chat to her?"

"Definitely my boy Jordan… maybe David.. I don't know, his eyes were on her quite a bit, she might be his type." he answers then quickly adds, "not too sure about Danny but he did like that we had another latina here."

"And we all know the Peter's aren't swaying, they are damn near head over heels with their girls. Don't think Y/n's the type of girl to chase hard so she might leave them be if they're lucky." he explains before quickly adding, "though they shouldn't be complaining if a gorgeous bombshell wants to get to know them."

"But that might just be me…" he mumbles and shrugs.

Jordan 

"What are your thoughts on the new bombshell?"

"She seemed cool! Very sweet and gorgeous!" he says before quickly adding, "she's definitely turned some heads already so I can't wait to see how that goes for us."

"Are you going to talk to her tomorrow?"

"Oh absolutely! I said coming in here that I'd try to chat to everyone, just make the best out of this experience. We’ll see if it’s a romantic or friendship vibe after a chat.” He explains and smiles. 

“Whose head do you think will turn?” 

“Mm well obviously gotta say my brother Raúl, he had hearts in his eyes the minute she walked in," he snorts then shrugs, "can't blame him though."

"And… hmm maybe, maybe David. Just because he kind of had the same reaction as us and was overly excited.. Not sure how Val will feel about that." he says and laughs.

"Good luck to him.." he adds. 

"How'd you feel for Miguel?"

"I'm excited for him! I think there’s a good chance he’s finally going to get the love island experience that he's been wanting!" he chirps and sits up.

"But all's fair in love and war." he adds with a chuckle.

“How’d you feel for Dana?”

"I felt sad for the girl, she's such a chill, kind girl so I know she'll find someone!" he answers and smiles at the camera.

MJ

"What are your thoughts on the new bombshell?"

"Oh my god she is a fucking stunner!! That fucking bikini too? She is a gorgeous, gorgeous girl." she exclaims with a big grin before quickly adding, "and she seemed very sweet."

"How do you think it went for Miguel?"

"Well she really kept a lot of things to herself which of course, makes sense but I think it went well. I can read people pretty well and I think her eyes just lit up very subtly when she was talking about the date. It was cute because Mig is one of my close friends and I genuinely want him to find his person." she explains then sighs. 

"Who do you think will have their head turned?"

 "I think Raúl could be in the running!" she jokes and chuckles.

"Only because I can totally see him already planning to whisk some breakfast for her tomorrow." she snorts then giggles, "he's a little predictable but the other boys? Not sure so we shall seeee."

"Who do you think she should talk to?"

"Okay I'm totally biased, but I see the vibe so it's not just that! But I'll have to say Miguel," she says then quickly adds, "she should also talk to Jordan, he’s a real sweetie.”

"What did you think of the girl's reactions?"

She scoffs and slaps her head over her forehead, "that was so embarrassing because it looks bad on all of us as a collective.."

"Like listen I get being scared of someone coming in and potentially having a connection with your person but it is the first week!! We should all be open as fuck and what the girls did was just rude! I'll chat to them before bed because I know the guys were also disappointed." she rambles before sighing.

"I hope they're in better moods tomorrow because the bombshells will keep coming.." she says and shrugs.

Gwen

"What are your thoughts on the new bombshell?"

“She was really, really sweet! I think she’ll make a great addition to our little family.” She chirps and smiles. 

“Plus it’s good to have another girl! We were outnumbered for two days.” She jokes then lets out a giggle.

“How did you feel for Miguel?”

She gasps then quickly exclaims, “I’m beyond excited for him!! He is such a sweet guy so I’ll be praying that it works out for them tonight!!” 

“Who do you think she’ll pull tomorrow?” 

“Definitely her two fellow newbies, just because they’re fresh into their couples so I think it’ll be easy to snatch em up.” She answered and shrugs, “but it could really be anyone..”

“Whose head do you think will turn?”

“I’m calling it now I’m thinking David.. because what he told Val versus how he reacted to her coming in- wait no, how he reacted to just the text was insane.” She says and shivers. 

“That boy is just waiting for trouble.” She adds. 

“What did you think of the girl’s reactions?”

She sighed then shook her head, “very, very immature. I get it to an extent but there’s no need to be mean to new people coming in.”

“Whether they’re coming for your guy or not, it's better to be civil and kind! My motto is always to treat people the way you want to be treated.” She explains and shrugs, “I’ll talk to them.” 

Val

“What are your thoughts on the new bombshell?”

“I mean, she is pretty..” she mumbled and shrugs. 

She takes a deep breath then sighs. “Yeah maybe we shouldn’t have done that petty shit…..” she says before adding, “but we live and we learn!” 

“Plus the way we got fucking scolded- yeah… we’ll do better tomorrow.” She says and nods. 

“How’d you feel for Dana?” 

“Fuck I felt it for my girl. She was absolutely torn, she got really attached and was starting to really like him.” She responds with a frown.

“I think she’s just such a lover girl, she wanted to go head first into the first guy and pray it’d work out until the end.” She explains and groans. 

“I swear if the love of her life doesn’t walk through the door-“ she says then shakes her head. 

“I’ll have an even bigger bone to pick with Miguel.” She jokes. 

"How did you feel for Miguel?"

"Well I can't say I was the happiest that he was chosen just because I love Dana so much.. I was a little relieved it wasn't one of my guys but that's besides the point-" she stops herself from ranting and continues. 

"Y'know what, I hope he had a great time. End of the day, he really is a nice, sweet guy so I hope it works out for him." she answers and gives a thumbs up.

Jazmin

"What are your thoughts on the new bombshell?"

"She is a stunning girl, I liked her bikini." she says and nods, "very gorgeous, I was surprised she wasn't also a model." she admits and chuckles.

"Andddd we definitely could've been nicer…" she mumbles then sighs, "that's just so unlike me too so I feel weird now. I'll talk to her tomorrow."

"How'd you feel for Dana?"

"Devastated. She's one of my besties here and just seeing her give it her all with Miguel and it just not being reciprocated back was sad to see. But I am glad he didn't force shit with her because that just would have made it like ten times worse." she explains and plays with the ends of her braids.

"And I just knowwww that my girl will find a man in here, maybe none of these because she's not really interested but her man is coming soon!" she chirps and grins.

"She is going to find her man and keep him until the end or so help me God-" she says then bursts out laughing. 

She calms herself down then clears her throat, "we're getting her a man no matter what."

"How did you feel for Miguel?"

She laughed again and quickly covered her mouth, trying to fight back laughing again. Instead she just nods and shrugs, "good for him."

Dana

“How are you feeling?” 

She was looking down at the floor, sniffling and attempting to wipe her eyes without ruining her makeup even further. She sighed and shrugged, "as one would expect."

"Broken, confused, sad." she mumbles and groans, "I'll get over it soon enough."

"I just really do wish he had told me sooner… but it might just be a me thing that I fall for people too quickly.. and he was figuring shit out.." she says and sighs.

"Well time to put my walls back up." she mumbles and chuckles. 

She was silent for a few minutes, just letting a few tears fall so she wouldn't hold so much in. She took a deep breath and sat up.

"I'm not mad at him though, I couldn't be.. and I shouldn't be mad at her either, none of this was her fault whatsoever." she says then wipes her eyes.

"I wish him the best of luck and hope we can still be cool with each other." she mumbles and lays back into the colorful pillows.

Y/n

You were in the beach hut after receiving your phone, getting a brief rundown on how the beach hut works and you quickly caught on to how you’d respond to the questions. 

"How are you feeling?"

"Sooooo good! The date was better than anything I could have expected and for the most part it was a warm welcome!" you exclaim and grin. 

"It's very exciting being in here, I still can't believe it!!" you squeal before taking a deep breath, "and the guys- oh my god they look even better up close." 

You gave a wink to the camera then straightened up, "I already can't wait for tomorrow."

"How was your date with Miguel?"

“My date with Miguel was way better than I expected. He was really sweet and also very easy on the eyes…” you started then laughed and covered your face. 

“Very easy but to be fair, they’re all very handsome!” you added and chuckled. 

"Who do you think you'll pull tomorrow?"

"All of them!!" you shout and grin. 

"Let's see how many toes I'm gonna be stepping on." you joke then send another wink to the camera.

Day Five Confessionals

Miguel 

"That may have been the best kiss I've ever had-" he sighs then grins.

"Once she sat on my lap, I knew I was done for.." he jokes and shakes his head, "in a good way, of course because fuck-"

"I can't explain how ecstatic and relieved I felt when she picked me- It felt nice knowing that I'm not crazy and the things I've been feeling were reciprocated." he says and chuckles, "I can't wait to see where this goes." 

"I'm very sad to see my bro David go, and although he didn't find love, he found plenty of new friends." 

Peter B

"Never in my life have I ever kissed two girl at the same time-" he starts then grins.

"Would I recommend? Hell yeah!!" he exclaims and shakes his head.

"I couldn't believe it- and to think any of those other fuckers could've gotten it? Nah it landed on the most deserving!" he joked then laughs.

"Also holy shit!! My fucking boy Mig??! If we had a bottle of tequila in the villa right now it would be a fucking celebration all night long." he exclaims then cheers. 

"Beyond happy for my man, he needed this." he says and widens his eyes at the camera.

"Also Gwen's dare- a gentleman never spills what he does in the bedroom…" he chuckles and waves the camera off.

He then jokes, "But since I'm not one-" 

Peter 

"I can't believe I did that in front of everyone.." he grumbles and shakes his head.

"Sorry family!!" he shouts, then hides behind his hands.

He then moves his hands and smirks, "glad I did it though…."

"I can't even defend myself either- well- Sorry Mr. Stacy!" he says, his cheeks flushing.

“And ugh it’s gonna be sooo different without David’s ass nagging about little things we do.” He jokes, letting out a chuckle, “I’ll miss you man!!”

Daniel 

"Can a guy not be in a silly goofy mood anymore??!" he asks then scoffs, "the girls are fucking strict."

"They run a tight ass ship over here!" he jokes, laughing at his own joke.

He then stopped and gasped, "fuck I am turning into Peter B Jr."

"And it's not my fault David just pulled away-" he says, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Will be missing him though, our shenanigans were my favorites.” He sighs. 

David

"I should have seen it coming- I was terrible at communicating but I have nothing against Val and I truly do hope she finds what she's looking for." he says and smiles.

"I also hope my boys get their dream girls, they all deserve it!" he grins.

"My winners pick would have to be Peter B and MJ, those two are the epitome of an amazing couple." he compliments and gives a final wave to the camera. 

Raúl 

"It started off so strong I was just-" he starts then bursts out laughing, his face turning red.

He cleared his throat then continued, "I was shocked. Can't say I've had a girl suck my finger- Well.... Anyway."

"The two kisses with her- they were fucking amazing." he says then sheepishly grins.

"Don't get me wrong the kiss with Val was good.. it's just those two blew me away to keep it simple." he admits and chuckles.

Jordan

"I liked my kisses! Both were very good.. wanted to keep it short with Y/n out of respect for Jaz. Because although I've been upfront with her I don't want to make her feel bad or anything." he says and shrugs.

"Not that kinda guy." he adds.

"Still can't believe Peter B got that fucking card… like really?" He jokes and chuckles. 

"Luckiest man of the night." he says with a smirk on his face.

MJ 

"It was just a game!!" She says with a pout.

"Listen, yes it was a good kiss, maybe I'd do it again but-" she started but then interrupted herself. 

She sat in silence for a few seconds realizing she fucked herself over and might be proving her friends right.

"Yeah I'm not beating any fucking allegations.." she grumbles and groans.

Gwen 

"Oh god my dad probably saw that-" she screamed and covered her face.

She groaned and sat up, "Sorry dad!"

“That threeway kiss was absolutely fucking insane- I feel like it makes sense that it was those two.” She says and nods, “I should’ve crawled to MJ too!!” 

“And oh I’ll miss David! Who am I going to bother Jordan with now?” She pouts and makes a crying face. 

Val

"There is no fucking way that Peter B isn't the most animalistic in bed- I'm sorry there's just no fucking way." She says and shakes her head.

“That man is the freakiest person I’ve ever met and I truly wish I never have to see the sight of him and toes ever again. I’d rather grab a fork and jam my eyeballs. It was horrendous!!” She rambled on and gags.

"David leaving did hurt… but I think it was what made most sense to me, for me. I don't know but I don't hold any grudges against him or anything." she says and smiles.

Suddenly she thinks of something and quickly gasps, “Also my kiss with Raúl- I’m kissing that man at any given opportunity.” She admits, shrugging, “and y’all would be doing the same!”

Jazmin 

"I don't know what fucking possessed Danny today but that shit was weird to me- I don't even know why it made me gag but I hateddd that." she explains then gags.

"My first ick, fuck-" she groans and then pouts.

"It's so sad too because I was starting to lean towards him so it like.. kinda put me off him." she says and shrugs, "like all of a sudden he's a jokester?"

"I liked him because he was an awkward type and I don't know if spending time with the guy's is changing him or what the fuck but I need my Danny back…" she says then gasps, "not my- nevermind!!" 

Dana 

"After reflecting I realized I should not have been such a bitch towards not only Y/n but to MJ and Gwen. A bombshell is here to bombshell and the chaos that followed wasn't her fault." she rambles then sighs, "I had to make things right otherwise I would've felt so guilty all day."

"I only kissed David just which was fine but it just felt weird- that was like kissing a best friend but like a best friend you grew up with." she explains then shivers.

"But hey I had a blast watching the rest of the dares! Jazmin's was hot, she got to kiss her two guys plus Raúl, talk about lucky." She jokes and chuckles. 

Y/n

You decided to only do a bit of makeup for the morning/afternoon because the sun was blaring and you personally did not want to melt in front of everyone. Especially on your first full day. 

You went into the beach hut and sat down.

"How did your first night go?"

“My first night went well. I think I made a good impression on the islanders, especially the guys.” You say with a smile then giving a sly wink to the camera. 

“I’m keeping my cards as close to my chest as possible but the girls should definitely be nervous.” You laughed and pointed a finger at the camera. 

“Okay so I knew coming in I’d be stepping on toes but after how well the date went, I don’t think I’ll mind doing it so much…” you admitted and chuckled before shrugging, “Sorry Dana!” 

"Who are you pulling?"

"I am going to see who gives me good vibes! A few are on my radar already but we'll have to wait and see how they are today!" you explain and grin.

Later

"The game was fucking fun- I kissed six people and I'm still in awe." you say and fan yourself with your hand. 

"The recoupling part was pretty scary… I think I made my mind up on the walk there because I was conflicted all day." you said honestly and hummed.

"Yeah those kisses really did something to me… that- ugh they were good." you say and giggle.

"I'm happy with my choice! I mean the physical attraction and sexual chemistry are there, absolutely there plus add how easy our chats are? Yeah, Miguel was a good choice." you explain, face warming up.

Day Six Confessionals

Miguel 

"Starting off by saying, I wouldn't even count the kiss with MJ a kiss.. that was nothing." he begins then laughs, "she is one of my close friends in here so we kept it very short."

"How'd you feel about Y/n wanting to get to know Raúl better?"

"I mean obviously I'm not so happy she wants to get to know other people but I can't blame her, it makes sense." He answers and shrugs. 

"I'm not going to tell her what to do and genuinely as long as I'm in the loop with whatever goes on with her and Raúl, I'm all good." He says and nods. 

"So you're not going to tell her to stop talking to Raúl?"

"No, of course not." he said and shook his head. 

He then shrugged and a smirk tugged on his lips, "I mean I could…"

“But I’m not that evil!” He exclaims, a snort coming out. 

“Good thing I know just the man for the job.” He jokes and wiggles his eyebrows at the camera. 

Peter B

“How did you feel kissing Val?” 

"Yuck she's like my little sister in here so that was fucking weird!! No thank you, please never ever make me do that again." He gags and pretends to throw up. 

"You only kissed her for two seconds."

"Two seconds too fucking long!" He groans then shakes his head, “Nuh uh that was-“

He covered his mouth just to really sell his point then grinned at the camera, “y’all already know I had to scare her at the end!” 

Peter 

“I think I was the only lucky one- literally every girl kissed another guy.” He says and chuckles.

“Well I mean, Y/n got lucky because got Raúl- or let me say ‘lucky’.” He jokes and does air quotes with his fingers.

“But I enjoy kissing Gwen, and I’ll always enjoy kissing Gwen.” He adds, grinning ear to ear. 

Daniel 

“I don’t know what the hell is going on- she just chose Jordan last night but purposely chose me…” he rambled then groaned.

“She’s hurting my head.” He mumbles and holds his head.

“What did you say to her after the kiss?”

He sits up, blinks, and clears his throat, “nothing.” 

Raúl 

“I just keep winning!” He exclaims and claps his hands together. 

“Whether it was accidental or not, I am so happy it happened and I got to kiss her again.” He grins and runs a hand through his hair. 

“I think I’m getting use to it already.” He jokes and chuckles. 

“Hope Mig doesn’t mind! Though I think I’ve gotta snatch one outside of a challenge…” he hums then shrugs at the camera. 

Jordan

“I was pleasantly surprised-“ he admits then laughs.

“Dana is a great kisser! And I kinda got pied sooo that kiss made up for it!” He says and smiles.

“The most ‘surprising’ had to be Y/n and Raúl’s kiss- I mean damn! Like when he tells me the sexual attraction is there, I can absolutely see that.” He explains with a smirk.

“Well I think we all saw it.” He adds, letting out a chuckle. 

MJ

“I had a disadvantage for being the first to do it!! How the hell was I supposed to know it was going to be all wonky??” She whines and then groans.

“Whatever the kiss lasted a millisecond so it was fine.” She says then shrugs. 

“That Dana and Jordan kiss though…. I’m gonna start something for them.” She jokes then does an evil laugh, rubbing her hands together. 

Gwen

“God I love kissing Peter- I swear everyday I feel myself liking him more and more-“ she gushes, her face quickly turning red. 

“I’m so happy it landed! Jesus, these girls did awful today.” She jokes then giggles.

“But to be fair it was very entertaining to watch.” She adds and points a finger at the camera. 

Val

“That man is such a fucking jerk!!” She complains, pouting before rolling her eyes. 

“To be fair, it made sense and it’s a challenge!! I’m gonna have fun and I mean Raúl had his so I will too!” She exclaims then laughs. 

“And yeah their kiss looked hot so I can’t even be mad.” She says and shrugs, “a game is a game.”

Jazmin 

Before the challenge 

“Are you done with Danny?” 

"After that weird debacle that gave me the ick- yep I just ew- no never again-" she says, shaking her head and sticking her tongue out. 

Later 

"We thought you were done with Danny.."

"I'm a professional liar." She answers and shrugs. 

Dana 

"Jordan is a good kisser." she mumbles and snorts.

"I mean of fucking course he is- have y'all seen him??" she says, grinning then shrugging, "can't blame Jaz on being confused."

"I mean with those kisses I wouldn't wanna leave either…" she says quietly then gives the camera a wink.

Y/n

"I didn't know I'd have shitty aim…" you groan and shake your head.

"But y'know what, I'll take it because I got to have another kiss with Raúl and those so far have been amazing." you grin and think back to the challenge kiss. 

"Yeah I'd do that again." you semi joked and giggled.