#so after he shoots him once he just keeps shooting shooting shooting till its impossible for hobbs to survive for hobbs to be dead

[wannabemylover]

rewatching the first episode of Hannibal and holy shit I forgot how good this is but it's actually insane that Brian fuller set up the ep like this, he introduces will and Hannibal by first briefly showing them at their core, at the darkest, most vile part of them---we get a glimpse behind the curtain---and then its gone, the curtain is snapped shut and we see their masks, their human suits.

Will empathizes with killers because he likes it, and he wants to kill but he refuses to give into the urge because he knows how much he'll like it and he won't be able to stop. So he lives vicariously through other killers, satisfying his own dark urge by feeding it little morsels of secondhand blood lust. Every crime scene he works gives the urge something that satisfies it, not enough for it to grow, but enough for it be sate. Enough that he can ignore it for long enough that he can walk around and be Professor Will Graham who is Weird, Brash, and Non-sociable.

And Hannibal is a cannibal at night and a psychiatrist by morning.

[charlenasaxen]

“Heathcliff, who had raised his eyes at the former speech, gave a sneering laugh”

“Heathcliff measured the height and breadth of the speaker with an eye full of derision.

‘Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!”

“By God, Mr Linton, I’m mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!”

“Mrs Linton, suspecting something, followed, and when I attempted to call them, she pulled me back, slammed the door to, and locked it”

“If you have not the courage to attack him, make an apology, or allow yourself to be beaten”

“No, I’ll swallow the key before you shall get it!”

“I wish Heathcliff may flog you sick, for daring to think an evil thought of me!”

“He tried to wrest the key from Catherine’s grasp; and for safety she flung it into the hottest part of the fire”

“Heathcliff would as soon lift a finger at you as the king would march his army against a colony of mice.”

“said her friend. ‘I compliment you on your taste: and that is the slavering, shivering thing you preferred to me!”

“I’d kick him with my foot, and experience considerable satisfaction. Is he weeping, or is he going to faint for fear?”

“go—make haste! I’d rather see Edgar at bay than you.”

“Do you suppose I’m going with that blow burning in my gullet?’ he thundered. ‘By Hell, no! I’ll crush his ribs”

“he seized the poker, smashed the lock from the inner door, and made his escape”

“Nelly, say to Edgar, if you see him again to-night, that I’m in danger of being seriously ill”

“after I had scolded Heathcliff till I was hoarse for him”

“Well, if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend—if Edgar will be mean and jealous, I’ll try to break their hearts by breaking my own”

“dismiss that apathy out of your countenance, and look rather more anxious about me!”

“Therefore I said nothing when I met the master”

“your veins are full of ice-water—but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.”

“Will you give up Heathcliff hereafter, or will you give up me? It is impossible for you to be my friend, and his”

“There is nothing in the world the matter,’ I whispered. I did not want him to yield”

“nor did I pay attention to the sighs of my master, who yearned to hear his lady’s name, since he might not hear her voice”

“No, I’ll not die—he’d be glad—he does not love me at all—he would never miss me!”

“still preserving my external composure, in spite of her ghastly countenance, and strange exaggerated manner”

“Among his books!’ she cried, confounded. ‘And I dying!”

“I’ll choose between these two—either to starve, at once, that would be no punishment unless he had a heart—or to recover and leave the country”

“speaking the truth about him now? Take care. Is he actually so utterly indifferent for my life?”

“I begin to fancy you don’t like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me—and they have all turned to enemies”

“going back to his books! What in the name of all that feels, has he to do with books, when I am dying?”

“ranging them on the sheet according to their different species: her mind had strayed to other associations”

“Bonny bird; wheeling over our heads in the middle of the moor. It wanted to get to its nest”

“Yes, here are more! Did he shoot my lapwings, Nelly? Are they red, any of them?”

“you are gathering elf-bolts to hurt our heifers; pretending, while I am near, that they are only locks of wool”

“It’s behind there still!’ she pursued, anxiously. ‘And it stirred. Who is it?”

“if I were but in my own bed in the old house!’ she went on bitterly, wringing her hands”

“Do let me feel it—it comes straight down the moor—do let me have one breath!”

“She lay still, now: her face bathed in tears—Exhaustion of body had entirely subdued her”

“Edgar being cruelly provoking, and me running into this room desperate”

“I was a child; my father was just buried, and my misery arose from the separation that Hindley had ordered between me and Heathcliff—”

“my all in all, as Heathcliff was at that time”

“Nelly, you have helped to unsettle me! You should have spoken to Edgar”

“Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors—I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free . . .”

“I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills . . . Open the window again”

“You won’t give me a chance of life, you mean”

“the other candle is in Joseph’s garret . . . Joseph sits up late, doesn’t he? He’s waiting till I come home”

“We’ve braved its ghosts often together, and dared each other to stand among the graves and ask them to come . . . But Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture?”

“I won’t rest till you are with me . . . I never will!”

“You are slow! Be content, you always followed me!”

“Catherine ill?’ he said, hastening”

“the haggardness of Mrs Linton’s appearance smote him speechless, and he could only glance from her to me in horrified astonishment”

“It is nothing, is it, Ellen Dean?’ he said sternly”

“he took his wife in his arms, and looked at her with anguish”

“You are one of those things that are ever found when least wanted, and when you are wanted, never!”

“in the open air with a head-stone, and you may please yourself, whether you go to them, or come to me!”

“Am I nothing to you, any more? Do you love that wretch, Heath—”

“What you touch at present, you may have; but my soul will be on that hill-top”

“I desire no further advice from you,’ answered Mr Linton. ‘You knew your mistress’s nature, and you encouraged me to harass her.”

“not to give me one hint of how she has been these three days! It was heartless!”

“I didn’t know that you wished to foster her fierce temper!”

“The next time you bring a tale to me, you shall quit my service”

“Nelly has played traitor,’ she exclaimed, passionately. ‘Nelly is my hidden enemy—you witch!”

“Let me go, and I’ll make her rue! I’ll make her howl a recantation!”

“Miss Isabella’s springer, Fanny, suspended to a handkerchief, and nearly at its last gasp”

“I could not pursue them, however; and I dare not rouse the family, and fill the place with confusion”

“Catherine lay in a troubled sleep; her husband had succeeded in soothing”

“moving through the house with stealthy tread, and exchanging whispers as they encountered each other”

“I answered, yes. Then says he, “they’s somebody gone after ‘em, I guess?”

“And she noticed the man—Heathcliff it was, she felt certain, nob’dy could mistake him”

“she saw her very plain—Heathcliff held both bridles as they rode”

“She went of her own accord,’ answered the master; ‘she had a right to go if she pleased—”

“Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.”

“except directing me to send what property she had in the house to her fresh home”

“No mother could have nursed an only child more devotedly than Edgar tended her. Day and night, he was watching, and patiently enduring”

“he knew no limits in gratitude and joy, when Catherine’s life was declared out of danger”

“Mr Linton had put on her pillow, in the morning, a handful of golden crocuses; her eye, long stranger to any gleam of pleasure, caught them in waking, and shone delighted as she gathered them eagerly together”

“Edgar, is there not a south wind, and is not the snow almost gone?’

‘The snow is quite gone down here, darling!’ replied her husband”

“I wish you were a mile or two up those hills: the air blows so sweetly, I feel that it would cure you.”

“you’ll long again to have me under this roof, and you’ll look back and think you were happy to-day.”

“Linton lavished on her the kindest caresses, and tried to cheer her by the fondest words”

“she sat a long while enjoying the genial heat, and, as we expected, revived by the objects round her”

“she was soon strong enough to move from one to the other, leaning on Edgar’s arm”

“dotted in with pencil, an obscure apology, and an entreaty for kind remembrance”

“I keep it yet. Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.”

“Inform Edgar that I’d give the world to see his face again—that my heart returned to Thrushcross Grange”

“is there at this moment, full of warm feelings for him, and Catherine!”

“Is Mr Heathcliff a man? If so, is he mad? ”

“you must call, Ellen, very soon. Don’t write, but come, and bring me something from Edgar.”

“I should laugh and dance for joy, if I found their absence was the total of my miseries, and the rest was an unnatural dream!”

“reappearing for the purpose of locking the outer gate, as if we lived in an ancient castle”

“By the fire stood a ruffianly child, strong in limb, and dirty in garb, with a look of Catherine in his eyes”

“Edgar’s legal nephew,’ I reflected—‘mine in a manner; I must shake hands, and—yes—I must kiss him.”

“right to establish a good understanding at the beginning.”

“attempting to take his chubby fist, said—

‘How do you do, my dear?”

“surveying my dress and countenance (the former a great deal too fine, but the latter, I’m sure, as sad as he could desire)”

“I took the liberty of knocking, in hopes some more civil servant might show himself”

“his eyes, too, were like a ghostly Catherine’s, with all their beauty annihilated”

“when I would have gone in, your little boy played sentinel over the place, and frightened me off”

“I repented having tried this second entrance; and was almost inclined to slip away”

“the once brilliant pewter dishes which used to attract my gaze when I was a girl partook of a similar obscurity”

“remembering that four miles distant lay my delightful home, containing the only people I loved”

“there might as well be the Atlantic to part us, instead of those four miles, I could not overpass them!”

“this rose pre-eminent—despair at finding nobody who could or would be my ally against Heathcliff!”

“I had sought shelter at Wuthering Heights, almost gladly, because I was secured by that arrangement from living alone with him”

“he suddenly arrested me, and added in the strangest tone—

‘Be so good as to turn your lock, and draw your bolt—don’t omit it!”

“I cannot resist going up with this, every night, and trying his door. If once I find it open, he’s done for!”

“I do it invariably, even though the minute before I have been recalling a hundred reasons that should make me refrain”

“you fight against that devil, for love, as long as you may; when the time comes, not all the angels in heaven shall save him!”

“It was not horror, it was covetousness. He snatched the pistol back, jealously”

“should he offer to leave me, he’s a dead man, persuade him to attempt it, and you are a murderess!”

“Am I to lose all, without a chance of retrieval? Is Hareton to be a beggar? Oh, damnation! I will have it back; and I’ll have his gold too; and then his blood”

“shuddered to be near him, and thought on the servant’s ill-bred moroseness as comparatively agreeable”

“now recommenced his moody walk, and I raised the latch, and escaped”

“I’m not going to act the lady among you, for fear I should starve.”

“sighing to remember a period when it would have been all merry fun; but compelled speedily to drive off the remembrance. It racked me to recall past happiness”

“If yah dunnut loike wer company, they’s maister’s; un’ if yah dunnut loike maister, they’s us.”

“Why, man!’ I exclaimed, facing him angrily, ‘this is not a place to sleep in”

“What do I want with yours?’ I retorted”

“all the madness in the world took up its abode in my brain the day I linked my fate with theirs!”

“my fool of a guide announced—

‘This here is t’ maister’s.”

“My supper by this time was cold, my appetite gone, and my patience exhausted”

“seated myself at the stairs-head, hid my face in my hands, and cried”

“a son of our old Skulker; it had spent its whelphood at the Grange”

“a prolonged, piteous yelping. I had better luck. He passed on, entered his chamber, and shut the door.”

“It’s empty; yah muh hev it all tuh yerseln, un Him as allas maks a third, i’ sich ill company!”

“My slumber was deep, and sweet, though over far too soon. Mr Heathcliff awoke me”

“demanded, in his loving manner, what I was doing there?”

“that he had the key of our room in his pocket.

The adjective our gave mortal offence.”

“I assure you, a tiger, or a venomous serpent could not rouse terror in me equal to that which he wakens”

“He told me of Catherine’s illness, and accused my brother of causing it; promising that I should be Edgar’s proxy in suffering”

“I shall expect you every day—don’t disappoint me!”

“sent me a letter expressing her sorrow for Mrs Linton’s situation, and her ardent desire to see him”

“Forgiveness?’ said Linton. ‘I have nothing to forgive her. Say that I am not angry, but I’m sorry to have lost her”

“we are eternally divided; and should she really wish to oblige me, let her persuade the villain she has married to leave the country.”

“you won’t write her a little note, sir?’ I asked, imploringly”

“My communication with Heathcliff’s family shall be as sparing as his with mine. It shall not exist!”

“I nodded to her; but she drew back, as if afraid of being observed”

“I entered without knocking. There never was such a dreary, dismal scene as the formerly cheerful house”

“she already partook of the pervading spirit of neglect which encompassed her. Her pretty face was wan and listless; her hair uncurled; some locks hanging lankly”

“he rose when I appeared, asked me how I did, quite friendly, and offered me a chair”

“He sends his love, ma’am, and his wishes for your happiness, and his pardon for the grief”

“he thinks that after this time, his household, and the household here, should drop intercommunication, as nothing good could come of keeping it up.”

“Her husband took his stand on the hearthstone, near me, and began to put questions concerning Catherine”

“I told him as much as I thought proper of her illness, and he extorted from me, by cross-examination, most of the facts connected with its origin”

“blamed her, as she deserved, for bringing it all on herself”

“if you really have a regard for her, you’ll shun crossing her way again”

“that you may not regret it, I’ll inform you Catherine Linton is as different now from your old friend Catherine Earnshaw”

“But do you imagine that I shall leave Catherine to his duty and humanity and can you compare my feelings respecting Catherine, to his?”

“I must exact a promise from you, that you’ll get me an interview with her—consent, or refuse, I will see her! What do you say?”

“should he be the cause of adding a single trouble more to her existence—Why, I think, I shall be justified in going to extremes!”

“I wish you had sincerity enough to tell me whether Catherine would suffer greatly from his loss. The fear that she would restrains me”

“there you see the distinction between our feelings—Had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him”

“look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society, as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out, and drank his blood!”

“if you don’t believe me, you don’t know me—till then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair of his head!”

“You suppose she has nearly forgotten me?’ he said. ‘Oh Nelly! you know she has not! You know as well as I do, that for every thought she spends on Linton, she spends a thousand on me!”

“Linton would be nothing, nor Hindley, nor all the dreams that ever I dreamt.”

“existence, after losing her, would be hell.”

“Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton’s attachment more than mine”

“If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained”

“It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?”

“Your brother is wondrous fond of you too, isn’t he?’ observed Heathcliff scornfully. ‘He turns you adrift on the world with surprising alacrity.”

“Somebody’s love comes short in her case, obviously—whose I may guess; but, perhaps, I shouldn’t say.”

“she’ll suit this house so much the better for not being over nice”

“she wouldn’t have abandoned the elegancies, and comforts, and friends of her former home, to fix contentedly, in such a wilderness as this, with you.”

“She abandoned them under a delusion,’ he answered, ‘picturing in me a hero of romance”

“A positive labour of Hercules, I assure you! If it be achieved I have cause to return thanks—”

“Can I trust your assertion, Isabella, are you sure you hate me?”

“the first words I uttered were a wish that I had the hanging of every being belonging to her, except one: possibly, she took that exception for herself”

“I’ve sometimes relented, from pure lack of invention, in my experiments on what she could endure”

“what’s more, she’d thank nobody for dividing us—if she desired to go she might—the nuisance of her presence outweighs”

“your wife, most likely, is convinced you are mad; and, for that reason, she has borne with you hitherto”

“not so bewitched ma’am, are you, as to remain with him of your own accord?”

“no misdoubting by their expression, the full success of her partner’s endeavours to make himself detested”

“Don’t put faith in a single word he speaks. He’s a lying fiend, a monster, and not a human being!”

“I’ve made the attempt, but I dare not repeat it!”

“Ellen, promise you’ll not mention a syllable of his infamous conversation to my brother or Catherine—whatever he may pretend, he wishes to provoke Edgar to desperation”

“he has married me on purpose to obtain power over him; and he shan’t obtain it—I’ll die first!”

“I pray that he may forget his diabolical prudence, and kill me! The single pleasure I can imagine is to die, or to see him dead!”

“you’re not fit to be your own guardian, Isabella, now; and I, being your legal protector, must retain you in my custody, however distasteful—Go upstairs”

“He seized, and thrust her from the room”

“I don’t desire to cause any disturbance, or to exasperate, or insult Mr Linton; I only wish to hear from herself how she is”

“to ask, if anything that I could do would be of use to her”

“I was in the Grange garden six hours, and I’ll return there to-night; and every night I’ll haunt the place, and every day, till I find an opportunity of entering”

“It is a foolish story to assert that Catherine could not bear to see me”

“You say she never mentions my name, and that I am never mentioned to her. To whom should she mention me if I am a forbidden topic in the house? She thinks you are all spies”

“I’ve no doubt she’s in hell among you! I guess, by her silence as much as any thing, what she feels.”

“Let us settle it at once; will you stay here, and am I to fight my way to Catherine”

“Decide! because there is no reason for my lingering another minute”

“but in the long run he forced me to an agreement—I engaged to carry a letter from him to my mistress”

“firstly, let me beware of the fascination that lurks in Catherine Heathcliff’s brilliant eyes”

“in a curious taking if I surrendered my heart to that young person, and the daughter turned out a second edition of the mother!”

“flash of her eyes had been succeeded by a dreamy and melancholy softness”

“they appeared always to gaze beyond, and far beyond”

“believe Linton had laid it there, for she never endeavoured to divert herself with reading”

“showing their uselessness by now and then suppressing a wearied sigh, and checking him at last, with the saddest of smiles and kisses”

“a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf”

“of Wuthering Heights, Catherine was thinking as she listened”

“Must I read it, ma’am? It is from Mr Heathcliff.’

There was a start”

“when she came to the signature she sighed”

“she merely pointed to the name, and gazed at me with mournful and questioning eagerness”

“He’s in the garden by this time, and impatient to know what answer I shall bring.”

“smoothing them back, announce by a wag of the tail that some one approached whom it did not consider a stranger”

“Mrs Linton bent forward, and listened breathlessly”

“With straining eagerness Catherine gazed towards the entrance of her chamber”

“in a stride or two was at her side, and had her grasped in his arms.

He neither spoke, nor loosed his hold, for some five minutes”

“he bestowed more kisses than ever he gave in his life before, I dare say; but then my mistress had kissed him first”

“plainly saw that he could hardly bear, for downright agony, to look into her face!”

“Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?’ was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair”

“he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears”

“but they burned with anguish, they did not melt”

“What now?’ said Catherine, leaning back, and returning his look with a suddenly clouded brow”

“You and Edgar have broken my heart, Heathcliff! And you both come to bewail the deed”

“How strong you are! How many years do you mean to live after I am gone?”

“Heathcliff had knelt on one knee to embrace her; he attempted to rise, but she seized his hair, and kept him down.

‘I wish I could hold you,’ she continued, bitterly, ‘till we were both dead!”

“Why shouldn’t you suffer? I do! Will you forget me—will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, “That’s the grave of Catherine Earnshaw. I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past.”

“at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her, I shall be sorry that I must leave them!” Will you say so, Heathcliff?”

“The two, to a cool spectator, made a strange and fearful picture”

“to talk in that manner to me, when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally, after you have left me?”

“Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you, as my existence!”

“that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?”

“I’m not wishing you greater torment than I have, Heathcliff! I only wish us never to be parted—”

“should a word of mine distress you hereafter, think I feel the same distress underground, and for my own sake, forgive me! Come here and kneel down again! You never harmed me in your life.”

“Won’t you come here again? Do!”

“Heathcliff went to the back of her chair, and leant over”

“She bent round to look at him; he would not permit it; turning abruptly, he walked to the fire-place, where he stood, silent”

“Mrs Linton’s glance followed him suspiciously: every movement woke a new sentiment in her”

“Well, never mind! That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me—he’s in my soul.”

“sorry for me—very soon that will be altered. I shall be sorry for you. I shall be incomparably beyond and above you all. I wonder he won’t be near me!”

“Heathcliff, dear! you should not be sullen now. Do come to me, Heathcliff.”

“At that earnest appeal, he turned to her, looking absolutely desperate. His eyes wide, and wet, at last, flashed fiercely on her; his breast heaved”

“then how they met I hardly saw, but Catherine made a spring, and he caught her, and they were locked in an embrace”

“from which I thought my mistress would never be released alive”

“gathered her to him with greedy jealousy”

“she put up her hand to clasp his neck, and bring her cheek to his, as he held her”

“Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort—you deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry”

“You loved me—then what right had you to leave me?”

“misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart—you have broken it—and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”

“So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live?”

“What kind of living will it be when you—oh God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?”

“You left me too; but I won’t upbraid you! I forgive you. Forgive me!”

“Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?”

“They were silent—their faces hid against each other, and washed by each other’s tears”

“Heathcliff groaned a curse, and strained Catherine closer—she never moved”

“I must go, Cathy,’ said Heathcliff, seeking to extricate himself from his companion’s arms. ‘But, if I live, I’ll see you again before you are asleep. I won’t stray five yards from your window.”

“holding him as firmly as her strength allowed. ‘You shall not, I tell you.”

“For one hour,’ he pleaded, earnestly.

‘Not for one minute,’ she replied.”

“she clung fast, gasping; there was mad resolution in her face.

‘No!’ she shrieked. ‘Oh, don’t, don’t go. Heathcliff, I shall die! I shall die!”

“Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I’ll stay. If he shot me so, I’d expire with a blessing on my lips.”

“unless you be a fiend, help her first—then you shall speak to me!”

“mind! or I pay another visit, whether Linton be in or not.”

“two hours after the mother died, having never recovered sufficient consciousness to miss Heathcliff”

“Edgar Linton had his head laid on the pillow, and his eyes shut. His young and fair features were almost as death-like”

“but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death”

“I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break”

“I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter—the Eternity they have entered—where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness”

“how much selfishness there is even in a love like Mr Linton’s, when he so regretted Catherine’s blessed release!”

“in reality my chief motive was seeing Mr Heathcliff. If he had remained among the larches all night he would have heard nothing”

“He was there—at least a few yards further in the park; leant against an old ash tree, his hat off, and his hair soaked with the dew”

“regarding his proximity no more than that of a piece of timber”

“She’s dead!’ he said; ‘I’ve not waited for you to learn that.”

“don’t snivel before me. Damn you all! she wants none of your tears!”

“I was weeping as much for him as her: we do sometimes pity creatures”

“his lips moved, and his gaze was bent on the ground”

“He endeavoured to pronounce the name, but could not manage it; and compressing his mouth”

“after the struggle, he trembled, in spite of himself, to his very finger-ends”

“Poor wretch!’ I thought; ‘you have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be so anxious to conceal them?”

“And—and did she ever mention me?’ he asked, hesitating”

“introduce details that he could not bear to hear.”

“Her senses never returned—she recognised nobody from the time you left her”

“May she wake in torment!’ he cried, with frightful vehemence”

“groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. ‘Why, she’s a liar to the end! Where is she?”

“And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest, as long as I am living! You said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe”

“Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”

“He dashed his head against the knotted trunk; and, lifting up his eyes, howled”

“his hand and forehead were both stained; probably the scene I witnessed was a repetition”

“Linton spent his days and nights there, a sleepless guardian”

“Heathcliff spent his nights, at least, outside, equally a stranger to repose”

“I went and opened one of the windows, moved by his perseverance to give him a chance of bestowing on the fading image of his idol one final adieu”

“replacing them by a black lock of his own. I twisted the two, and enclosed them together.”

“It was dug on a green slope, where the wall is so low that heath and bilberry plants have climbed over it from the moor��

“Her husband lies in the same spot, now; and they have each a simple headstone above”

“I have run the whole way from Wuthering Heights!’ she continued, after a pause. ‘Except where I’ve flown—I couldn’t count the number of falls I’ve had—Oh, I’m aching”

“a low frock, with short sleeves, and nothing on either head or neck. The frock was of light silk, and clung to her with wet”

“only the cold prevented from bleeding profusely, a white face scratched and bruised, and a frame hardly able to support itself through fatigue”

“fancy my first fright was not much allayed when I had leisure to examine her”

“I’ve cried too, bitterly—yes, more than any one else has reason to cry—we parted unreconciled, you remember, and I shan’t forgive myself”

“This is the last thing of his I have about me:’ she slipped the gold ring from her third finger, and threw it on the floor. ‘I’ll smash it!”

“I wouldn’t have run, till I’d seen him all but demolished, had Hindley been able to do it!”

“It is strong enough to make me feel pretty certain that he would not chase me over England”

[creepytoes88]

His cumslut

Letting Vinnie do basically whatever he wants tends to benefit me more then most people might think. My best friends are always saying I’m gonna regret letting him go to whatever party or anyone's house. They say he’s a hypocrite because he always has tabs on where I'm at and who I'm with honesty it does get annoying at times but he can't help that he has trust issues. I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to being his girlfriend he has had a bad past with every girlfriend he's had, all of them have cheated and every girl he got with outside of a relationship just uses him. He was very clear on how he feels about unnecessarily revealing clothes “Wear what you want but if I have to kill a guy tonight I'm punishing you when we get home.”

A very common phase he uses but that's the worst of it I don't mind telling him who I'm with or where I am, I never ask him where he is because because I know he won't go looking around anywhere else. I've explained this to them a thousand times “Well tell us why your so confident he won't cheat” I blush slightly and shrug “YOU DO THIS EVERYTIME” I look down “it’s personal” they look at each other and laugh “tell us you prude” I chuckle slightly “promise no Judgement or making fun of me!” they both hold out their pinkeys and nod “wellllll...I let him do whatever he wants-” kay laughs “Yea we know” I look down “i mean anything” I slowly look back up “what he says goes.... Don't wear clothes for the rest of the week.....suddenly I'm busy all week” they look at me dumbfounded “of course there are exceptions but I let him have complete control with the sexual side of the relationship.” I say with a small smile “and he's good at it too” they look at each other and look back at me before busting out in laughter, “no wonder your not worried...your his sex slave” I tilt my head Vinnie had never used that term with me, I grew up with Vinnie me and him went to school together we weren't close till middle school we decided in freshman that we would be best as friends. The second week him and I were in LA we went to a party and ended up hooking up I was a virgin, and I thought it was gonna ruin everything but to my surprise, we just kept getting more and more serious.

After 5 months of living in the sway house, we moved out into our little house, our sex life completely changed when we no longer had people living with us. Vinnie told me his sexual dreams of having me whenever he damn well pleased and having me wear things he likes. Vinnie makes jokes about it but in real life I'm only allowed to call him Vinnie if we're in public inside the house his name is Daddy and that alone. The first time we had a fight in the house I called him by his name and he simply picked me up threw me over the couch, he edged me for hours when he finally let me release the power of it made me faint for a minute scaring the the absolute shit out of Vinnie. ”Honestly your not wrong...he’s never called me that but I guess your kinda right” they are quite for a second so I look at them “what” they look at each other before kay takes a deep breath “are you happy though, Outside of the sex he not controlling or pushy?” I smile “oh he's perfect and so sweet to me honestly I'm more worried of hurting his feelings.” I feel my phone vibrant and then Vinnie’s ring tone I answer quickly wondering why he didn't face time me or text me “hey bab-” I hear him breathing deeply “whats wrong?” I ask with worry “I really need you to head home now baby I’ve had a very long day and I need to release some tension.”

I feel shivers go down my spine and I feel myself already starting to get wet I let out a fake sigh “alright Vinnie if it’s that important I’ll be home in 10 minutes” hoping the girls won’t think it’s about something dirty. Vinnie lets out a chuckle “they are still giving you shit about me?” I laugh “I’ll be home soon I love you” I hung up and give the girls an apologetic face “girls I’m-“ they laugh and stand up “it’s okay Y/n we don’t want him to throw a tantrum because your not naked when you get there” I gasp turning around seeing their playful faces “you guys are ridiculous.” We all laugh as we go separate ways, I get in my car rushing home I want to beat him to the house so I can keep the plan of being naked. The second I step in the house I start stripping and then as I’m about to pull my skirt off I hear a door slam. I gasp and rush upstairs flinging my clothes off just leaving them there. I hear the Door open then slam shut I jump on the bed quickly, I place my head and chest against the bed my ass in the air. I spread my legs as far as possible trying to calm my breathing my heart is basically beating out of my chest as I wait for him patiently.

Vinnie's POV

I pull in to the house and shut off the car taking a deep breath ”Vinnie it's not Y/n’s fault that Justin is a dumbass” I say to myself getting out of the car I slam the door releasing as much anger as possible before going in the house to my beautiful wife to be. I will marry this woman she's everything I've ever wanted or needed but now isn't the time for marriage or at least that's what I keep telling myself walking in to the house and slamming that door too I am already kinda feeling better I'm still fucking pissed but I'm not raging anymore I toss my keys into the bowl and take off my shoes seeing hers just tossed to the side unlike usual. I walking into the living room to see her shirt and bra on the floor I smirk and walk up to the stairs seeing her skirt and her panties along with her socks right outside the closed door. “Hello my love-” I walk in to see her bent over with her ass in the air, her beautiful flower on full display along with her cute little button. The sight takes my breath away I can see her arousal dripping down her legs “well aren't you just the prettiest view.”

I see her wiggle her squishy cheeks making me laugh a little “wanna give Daddy a little dance show princess?” I was kidding but my baby never disappoints she immediately started to shake her butt to an imaginary song I watch with my mouth open a little I truly didn't know she was capable of dancing that way. I watch in awe as she began to make her ass clap (as one does💀) I grunt as I feel my dick become impossibly hard I began to take my clothes off as I pull down my boxers. My cock slaps against my lower stomach making my stomach twist I grab ahold of it watching as large amounts of pre-cum slip out. I swiping my tip letting out a little grunt, I hear her call my name I look up at her to see her look at me from between her legs “can I help?” she asks as she bites her lip. I immediately let go and I feel another large amount of pre-cum drip down my staff again making me blush slightly no one makes me as horny as she does.

Y/n’s POV

I jump up from my spot I roll off the bed dropping to my knees in front of him I take both my hands and intertwine them with his big warm hands. First I lick up the line of pre-cum that's made its way to his balls all the way back to his tip before sinking down till he hit the back of my throat. Vinnie lets out a gasp rocking his hips against my face pushing the rest of his cock down my throat a gag comes out as a result but I continue to bob my head and suck I pull my head off taking a breath or two before opening back up and taking him all the way till my nose is pushed against his naval. The prickly hair tickling my nose I let out a small giggle “Oh fuck what was that” Vinnie moans above me and he grabs the back of my head by my hair in a fist “I'm gonna fuck your throat baby are you ready?” I nod my head best I can with his thick and long cock stuffed in my throat and blocking my airway. He pulls back till his tip is almost out before thrusting back in a popping and gagging sound come from my throat and my eyes rolls to the back of my head. I never thought I would get so much pleasure from giving a man head in my life but something about his taste and the feeling of him stuffing my throat that I just can't get enough of. Once I spent a whole day just sucking his dick he came in my mouth and down my throat too many times to count I had a little stomach bulge after and it kinda looked like a food baby. I remember Vinnie asked if that meant I was technically carrying his children now I smile slightly at the memory but I'm brought back to reality when I hear him calling my name “oh fuckfuckfuck” he pushes his cock as far down my throat as possible “Shit Y/n fuck baby!” shooting a long, and hot load down my throat I grab his hips gargling my throat around his cock making him jump and try to pull away as he continues to cum down my throat. He succeeded in pulling out and the last little bit of cum landing on my tongue “mmmm Daddy you taste so good” I say licking my lips I use my finger to the the rest off my chin and off his tummy I look in his eyes at I take the finger and put in my mouth moaning at the taste again. “Fuck Princess you enjoy that way to much don't you think?” he laughs as he lays down on the bed “my balls hurt” he laughs I crawl back on top of him kissing his cheeks and finally his lips “you taste so good though Daddy, I just can't get enough of you.” I run my hands threw his hair “give me like 10 minutes and ill make you feel so good baby” he says as he kissed my neck I sit beside him rubbing his god like body (somebody said something about licking his biceps in the comments as I kinda like that idea so enjoy)

I run my hands over his shoulders and down his arms admiring his gorgeous skin I feel the need to worship him show him just how much of a slave for him I am he doesn't need to tell me I'm his slave, I already know I am and I'm gonna show him. “Mmm Daddy let me worship you” I whine as I began to kiss his chest and shoulders I run my hands up and down his toned stomach I began to kitten lick his hard muscles sucking little hickeys while I'm at it. “Fuck Princess what did you say” I start to kiss and lick his abs my hands rubbing his hard thighs pulling away I say “when I was at lunch with the girls I finally told them the truth about why I trust you so much they called me your sex slave.” I stop and begin to leave hickeys all over his hips and sex lines his hard cock brushing my cheeks and chin “I thought about it and I agree and honestly I wouldn't have it any other way” I lean down kissing his lips “oh princess I'm gonna make you more then just my sex slave” I sinister smile runs across his face and gleam appears in his eyes “I'm gonna make you my cumslut and your gonna beg for my cum....well everywhere if I have it my way.” he says looking in my eyes I feel a blush run on my cheeks and an excited shiver run down my back “you know you'll have it your way Daddy that my job right?” I say with a cute smile tilting my head trying to look innocent Vinnie let's put a dark chuckle “I can't wait to ruin you and really turn you into my cumslut” he pulls me down before flipping us over so he's on top “you won't be able to think about anything else except the way it feels for me to cum in your beautiful body” that sentence sent a violent shiver down my spine, I just got on birth control a little over 2 weeks ago but we haven't had raw sex quite yet mostly because we wanted to be sure the birth control is in full effect before taking the chance. (let's pretend you can't get pregnant on birth control at all lmao) I guess now is better than never “please Daddy make me your cum slut” I whine hooking my leg around his hip running my hands threw his hair.

Vinnie’s POV

My poor little bunny had no idea what she was doing to me as far as she's concerned these are just words flying out of her mouth but to me they are her words of true love and true trust. She trusts me enough to control her body and soon her mind, once she falls into the state of a cumslut I know she won't be able to control her body or her mind hopefully she feels relaxed in that state. The last thing I would want is for her to have a bad experience with me being the one in charge. I push my head into her neck running my staff between her slick lips a small moan falls from her lips “thank you, baby, I won't disappoint you I promise.” I kiss her lips once more before grabbing ahold of both of her legs pushing my spongy tip into her entrance the feeling completely different from when I have a condom on I let out a low gasp. Goosebumps pop up on my skin and a shiver runs down my spine as I pull out a light popping noise is made “UGH FUCK YOUR SO TIGHT” I let out a loud moan throwing my head back. I look back down seeing my sweet girl looking back up at me with wide innocent eyes and her mouth slightly open her hands hold tight onto my shoulders without even thinking I push inside of her both of us moaning as her wet walls fluttering around my dick about sending me into orbit I quickly bottom out letting out a grunt using my free hand to move her hair out of her face “F-fuck Daddy please I want you to use me” I began to jackhammer into her feeling her wall pulse around me her loud moans filling my ears as I pick up her legs pushing them into her shoulders feeling myself go further inside of her “Da-DADDY” I chuckle “what baby is there something you want” she whines and grinds her hips into me making me go even further if that's possible. “Daddy please cum inside of me I wanna feel it” Her little body was shivering, I feel my balls tighten so I began to rapidly pound inside of her “OH YESSS IM CUMMMING” she yells out thrusting her hips up. I grunt pushing as far into her as I can releasing deep inside of her, I look down to see her tense and shivering “you ok bunny,” I ask slightly worried “i-so um I-please” I look at her slightly confused “what baby?” I say with a little laugh I see her open her eyes a little before spreading her legs again “more please.” she whines out I drop my mouth open at my cute little whiney mess “oh princess you have no clue what you just did”

I have other things coming but should I make a part 2 to this

[rudystopit]

His Little Toy

[yuji itadori x f!reader] 

request: @matildatheaquarius​ : “... the reader being like used like a flesh light for the jjk boys ( preferably yuji or nanami...) 

warnings: NSFW, dom!yuji, handcuffs, overstimulation, rough sex, oral, degrading, choking, spitting, bdsm themes, dubcon/noncon, face fucking, and crying.

wc: 2.2k

you had been away on a mission for a few weeks. yuji had been texting and calling you non stop the whole time. at one point you just turned it off and left it in the hotel room. once you got back gojo instantly sent you into town to deal with a low grade terrorizing a local school. you didn’t even get a change to see yuji.

which is why your now currently on your stomach, handcuffed to yuji’s bed. you were tired and honestly didn’t care what he was gonna do at this point. you closed your eyes and waited for him.

he licks his lips and moves to your head. you feel his hand push your head to the side so you can look at him. he pushes the hair out of your hair and grabs a fist full. with his free hand he takes his dick and runs the tip over your lips. you open slightly and he slides in without hesitation. you hollow out your cheeks. he starts trusting slowly into your mouth. you only take in just below his tip but he lets out some low groans. you wanted to take more, so you move your head while he thrusted and the tip hit the back of your throat. he pulled out of your mouth and got on his knees.

he grabs your chin. “your my little toy, you don’t get to do things on your own,” you looks at him with innocent eyes. “your my slut and i’m gonna do everything i fantasize about when you were gone. so you just lay there and let me hear your pretty little moans”

you feel his large hand slide up your bare back leaving a trail of goosebumps. his fingers tangled themselves into you hair. he’s straddling your legs and slowly pumping himself as he massages your head, slightly tugging on your hair. his hand leaves your hair now messy hair to rub your back. he put pressure on the parts he knows are sore for from the pervious days.

after a few minutes of him massaging your back, yuji’s hand falls in between your tights. he runs his long finger through your folds. you inhale sharply at the sensation. he presses his thumb into your swollen clit causing you to moan out a little. he rubs small circles into your sensitive nub. you moan louder into the pillows. you feel your self getting wetter and some of the slick runs down onto his thumb. he pulls away even though you whine in protest, but soon he slips two of his fingers into your warm hole.

the slight gussy nosies instantly get him hard as a rock. he pull out his fingers and moves his tip to your entrance. one hand is firmly on your lower back while the other drags the tip through the slick. he slides his dick in at an incredibly slowly pace. you feel his girth stretch you out. you let out a high moan and try to relax. he lets out a low groan when he bottoms out. he feels you tightening around him. he grabs your ass and squeeze the soft flesh.

he starts moving out of you. he feels your pussy trying to suck him back in. he slowly goes back in. he keeps this slowly pace as his hands travel up and down your body. his grips your ass again but this time to move it out of the way. he wants to see his dick go in and out of your heat. you let out a few moans when he manages it hit the perfect spot.

he quickens his pace and his hands move to your hips. you swore his grip could have left bruises. you moan his name at the sudden change in pace. you look back over your shoulder to see him smiling as he watches his hips hit your butt. he’s face is slightly tinted pink as he enjoys who your ass slightly juggles with each thrust. he lets out a few low moans and every few thrusts he quickens his pace. you feel his dick throbbing and his thrusts are more sloppy but if you learn anything about yuji, it’s that his stamina is god level.

you close your eyes and listen to the lewd sounds of skin smacking skin, yuji’s moans and the hand cuffs slightly jingling to the rocking off the bed. yuji pulls almost all the way out then with all of his force slams back in. you could have swore he hit your cervix. you let out a scream like moan as he repeats that a few more times. when you thought he was about to cum, he slows down his pace and does a few more weak thrusts while massaging your lower back. he pulls out and spreads your folds apart and watches you twitch around nothing.

he grabs your hips and pulls them off the bed. your ass in the air and his tip is back in you. one of his hands his gripping your hip while the other is on the base of your neck. he start pounding into you. your mouth falls open and you can barely make a sound before he slamming himself back into you. when you do manage to make sound is a squeak. the hand on your hip let’s go and gives your ass a harsh smack. you squeeze your eyes shut as another one comes back down.

his trust become more sloppy and his moans are more frequent. you can feel his dick twitch in you when he slows down. he gives you are few more rough trusts. “You’re my cumdumpster. I’m gonna fill you up and then fuck you till you can’t walk,” with that he cums. he rides out his high, massaging your soft ass. he pulls out and twists you onto your side.

the handcuffs are pulling in your wrist. He moves your legs so one is crossed over the other. He pushes himself in. The euphoria hit you like a truck. when you were gone yuji looked up positions to hit every spot. You were looking through half lidded eyes and moaning with every thrust. You were putty for him to fuck. He kept thrusting impossible hard and somehow hitting your g spot everything single time. He starts moaning. He watches you tits bounce with everything thrust. His hands move from your hips to you nipples. He twists and pulls and massages the soft flesh. The squishing nosies from your slick and his cum only fueling his lust.

With one swift motion, he grabs your legs puts them on his shoulder. The handcuffs with digging into your skin with every thrust. This new angle allowed yuji to go deeper in you. He pounds you into the mattress. You moan out his name. You feel yourself coming close. The knot in you stomach forming and slowly coming undone with everyone of yuji’s new found expertise.

“Yuji~ im about to-“ you were cut off by your own organism. He stop instantly, not allowing you to ride out you high. You jolted around slightly. He looked down at you with a stare so terrifying and dangerous.

“Did I tell you can cum?” He asked. You nodded no. “use your words, slut,” he grabs your jaw.

“N-no sir,” you stumble out. He pushes you away. He drops your legs to his hips.

“Now I have to punish you,” he says as his eyes scan your body. “It the only right thing to do. I can’t have you thinking you can do whatever you want,” his thumb presses up against you clit. You hiss out. “Remember, your my toy,” he smiles and rubs small circles.

“Yuji~ no too much,” you whimper out.

“What was that, toy? more?” He only goes faster. He slowly starts thrusting while abusing your clit even more. His free hand moving to your throat. He lightly squeezed and your moans were silenced. Your mouth hung open as yuji’s pace quickened. His hand moved up to your jaw. “Keep it open, whore,” a long string of saliva dropped into your mouth. “Swallow it,” you did and opened to show him.

his thrust became so rough that it was starting to become painful. He keep his hand lightly around your neck. You were practically screaming while he just drilled you without mercy.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked through gritted teeth. When you didn’t answer he squeezed on you throat.

you choked out a “you, do.”

“I want everyone else to know, who uses you as a little fuck toy,” he released your throat and gripped onto your hips. His thumb goes faster as you reach your second climax.

“Yuji Yuji Yuji,” you scream out as you cum all over his dick.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he trusts some more and comes inside of you. He falls on top of you. He’s panting and can barely keep his eyes open. You stare at his pink hair till you drift asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, the handcuffs left a nasty bruise, his hands left some on your neck, hips and thighs and you had a massive headache. Yuji was still asleep next to you. You leans over him and kissed his head.

“I missed you too,” you whisper. A smile creeps on his face. He springs open and pins you down. You wince at the pain shooting through your wrist. “Ouch, yuji, I’m sore from last night,”

“I don’t care, toy,” he kisses down your neck. You try to push him off but he licks your sweet spot. You moan and he smiles against your skin. He kisses the spot more and slowly turns to him biting and sucking on it.  He releases one of your hands, which makes its way straight to his hair. His hand starts playing with your hardened nipples. He rolls it in his fingers. You moan out his name and pull his hair.

He flips off of you and sits at the edge of the bed. When you didn’t follow and turned around. His hand gripped your jaw, a familiar feeling, “come on, cum slut,” he pulled you to him. He pushed you on the floor. you sat in between his legs. He was already hard. You brought the tip into your mouth. His large hand grabs your hair and pushes you deeper. You start choking. Your hands fly up to his thighs and start pushing away.

His free hand grabs your wrists.  “Stop it, your my little fuck toy, you better take this or else im not rewarding you,” you stop fighting as tears prick your eyes. He continues to thrust in and out of your mouth. Tears flowed down your cheeks. He trusts harder and grips your hair. You close your eyes as the tears keep falling. He grunts and his hot cum flows into your mouth.

“Swallow all of it,” he demands through a tightened jaw. You choking and push off of him. You cough and sniffle. He bends down to you and grabs your jaw. “You’re cute when you cry,” he wipes the tears. “Don’t waste any of this,” and his thumb swipes across your lip. “Open,” you do and he puts his thumb in your mouth. You suck on his thumb and he smiles. “Good girl,” he kisses your forehead and pulls his thumb out of your mouth.

You stand up and he pulls you onto his lap. You take his dick and line yourself up. You look at him. “You’re so beautiful,” he tucks some stray hairs behind your ear. You lean into his hand. His hand creases your jaw and holds your chin. He pulls you into a kiss and you sink onto his dick. He moans into the kiss and smiles. He flips you onto your back and breaks the kiss.

“You dirty girl,” he smiles and starts slowly keeping pace. You grab onto the sheets. You’re so sore from last night. His hand starts tracing over all the bruises and bite marks on your body. His eyes look like someone who’s admiring a piece of art work. He’s proud of his art. His thrusts pick up when you move your legs around waist. he smiles and grabs one of your thighs. He pulls it to your chest and goes absolutely feral. His trusts are painful, fast and deep. Your screaming his name.

Over all the screaming, moaning, bed creaking, and skin hitting skin, you hear someone pounding on the door. Yuji doesn’t stop. He starts rubbing your abused clit. You grip on the bed like your life depended on it.

“tell who’s ever on the other side the door, who’s fucking you this early in the morning,”  he says through his groans. You start crying out his name. The pounding on the door doesn’t stop. You start coming and your pussy clenching around him, makes yuji start coming.

“Yuji, fuck,” you yell as he fills you up. He quickly pulls out and throws on shorts. He opens the door and megumi’s dark hair and tired eyes stares into the room.

“Wanna join fushiguro?” Yuji chuckles.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” He yells. “It was all night and now the fucking mornin,” he glares at yuji. “I hate you,” he walks back to his room. Yuji was about the close the door when he hurt megrim yell, “NO MORE PLEASE!! I”M TIDRED!!!”

Yuji turns around and smiles at you. “Oops,” he jumps on the bed. He lays on top of you. You play with his hair and he falls back asleep.

[thatgoblin]

Drown

Zemo x Reader Fic

Summary: You’re on a team with Bucky, Sam, and Zemo to hunt down and find super soldiers or scientists trying to make them. When split up from the group, you’re attacked and put in danger. Zemo to the rescue.

Warning: Near death experience, drowning, vomit, hospital

Words: 1623

The last thing you remember is splitting up from the group. 

You, Sam, Bucky, and Zemo were once again hunting down scientists who were selling super soldier serum. Somehow Bucky had made a deal with the Wakandan’s and Germany to have Zemo out of prison, but working for them. If he tried to flee, he’d go back with the deal broken. If he didn’t follow orders, back to prison. The whole affair was simple. Also the tracker they implanted in him would keep him under tabs as well.

The four of you had searched through an abandoned water treatment plant that your leads had taken you to. With your psychic powers, you were able to judge that the people giving you the information weren’t lying that the scientists were there. What you weren’t able to do was see their minds directly and know that it was a trap.

As soon as you strayed from the group, you were jumped and knocked in the head. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been out, but it couldn’t have been that long. Groaning, you push yourself up to your hands and knees before reaching back to feel the giant goose egg on the back of your head. There wasn’t really any bleeding so stitches weren’t necessary. Standing up, you take in your surroundings as your stomach falls. There is a large, grated pipe but that is it. Looking up to see the light source you saw you are maybe 12 or 15 feet down a shaft with smooth walls. The top has a similar grate to the pipe that was in the hole with you, meaning as soon as water started to come in, you were trapped.

“Hello!? Can anyone hear me!?” You scream, checking your person to find that your weapons and tools are gone. Whoever it was that had captured you had even taken your boots as well. All you can do is stand there in the bottom of nearly freezing cold water, barefoot, and scream. 

No one is answering. Had they been captured as well? You hope not. A quick pull on the grate of the nearby pipe shatters any hope of possibly trying to get out that way. There is no way you can pull it out, you didn’t have Bucky’s strength. The grate at the top is probably locked as well. The only way to find out for sure would be to wait for the water to rise till you could test it, but even then you’d be screwed in the likelihood that it was locked. 

“Bucky! Sam! Hello!?” You scream. “Somebody help!” 

Just like you feared, after a bit of yelling, the water was turned on. It didn’t rush out at full blast, no, it wasn’t going to be a fast death. 

“Help!” You keep screaming despite the water nearly drowning your voice out. After just barely five minutes the water is up to your waist, stoking your panic. “Bucky! Sam! Please!”

Tears were starting to come as the water is up to your chest. You could swim and hold your breath for at least 5 minutes, Nat had made sure you could swim sufficiently as well as hold your breath in case of being on a boat or the open water when she had trained you when the Avengers were still together. But would five minutes be the difference between living and dying?

Treading water, you watch as the grate comes closer and closer to your head. Still, you keep yelling for help.

“Sam! Zemo!” You scream as you have a few feet left between you and the grate. “Help!”

Footsteps thunder towards you, giving you hope as Zemo came into view. 

“Get me out of here! Please!” You cry as you are able to grab the grate. 

“It’s locked,” Zemo says, going right to work. “I can’t shoot it, it’s too thick.” You watch as he looks around before putting a finger to his ear piece. “James, I need you in the well room. Y/N is locked in a large water well and I need help.” 

“Check the lockers! Maybe there’s bolt cutters!” You cry, panic pressing on your chest just as much as the water was. “There’s gotta be something!” Zemo is quick to follow any suggestion, checking everywhere in and out of the room. 

“Damn it James, where are you!?” He curses as he comes back empty handed. 

“Zemo,” you choke as you press your face to the grate, trying to keep breath. He drops to his knees next to you, grabbing your hand and holding it. It was a small comfort as you took the biggest breath you can before the water covers your face.

“Shit,” Sam hiss as he and Bucky run in. You can hear them yelling and see Bucky and Sam trying to pry the lock open. Zemo never lets go of your hand, even as you squeeze it with both of yours, your lungs burning as your vision becomes spotty. Air forces its way out of you in choking coughs as your body tries to breath. You try to keep a hold of Zemo’s hand as he yells words you don’t understand at you, but it was getting hard very quickly to keep your grasp. 

On the edge of blackness, you can hear the three men yelling your name as your hands went limp. It was painful and also strange. Like you were floating with knives stabbing your from the inside out. Before you could succumb to whatever entity would be waiting for you, the grate was lifted and you were pulled out. 

“Y/N!” Zemo cries as he starts to perform CPR on you. “No, no, no. Now is not your time,” he growls. You can hear him, you can hear and see all of them. Sam is trying to get a medic evac for you as Bucky is right next to Zemo, saying your name and begging you to come back. 

Instead of floating away, leaving everything behind, you feel someone behind you shove you towards your body with a tired sigh. ‘Not yet.’ The voice says.

In a flash of light you are back, jolting up and coughing out the water. Zemo rolls you to your side as your lungs work to get the water out and air in. 

“Oh thank fuck,” Bucky breathes, helping Zemo hold you as your body began to wake up. 

“That’s it, keep coughing it up. Good y/g. Good y/g,” Zemo says as he rubs your back. “They need to go to a hospital. They have swallowed enough water to have secondary drowning, possibly.” 

“Helicopter is on its way,” Sam says. Looking around, you aren’t back to fully functioning. You’re light headed and dizzy, nauseous and weak. A moment later, anything in your stomach came up, making Zemo hold you on your side longer.

“Spit it out, don’t breathe it in,” Bucky says, going as far as to dig the sickness from out of your mouth to make sure you don’t choke. 

“They’re here, we need to get them outside,” Sam says, motioning them. With help, Zemo lifts you into his arms to take you to the medic, Bucky following closely behind. 

Passing out again, you don’t remember much. There were brief flashes of looking up to see Zemo’s worried face next to Bucky’s and Sam’s, the doctor’s that work on you, even the night sky as you’re wheeled into a hospital. 

It wasn’t until you are settled completely in the hospital room that you wake up completely. There is the steady beating of the heart monitor and soft voices beyond a door. You try to swallow, but feel something obstructing you. It’s a tube taped to the outside of your mouth, leading in and down your throat. Had you been so bad that they had to intubate you? Looking down, you see the wires and IV taped to your hand as well. Well, you had nearly died, so it was called for. 

“Welcome back to the land of the living.” 

Were you not so lethargic, you would have jumped at the voice. Looking over to the chair next to you, you see Zemo. Sitting in the god-awful hospital chairs with a book in hand, he looks like he’d been killing time at a bus stop and not waiting on you to wake up. 

You raise your free hand slightly, the tube making it impossible to talk. He places a bookmark between the pages he was reading before setting the book aside to stand. 

“The doctor said you’d have the breathing aid in till you woke up,” he says, moving close to the side of your bed. Picking up a pad of paper and a pen from a side table, he hands it to you. 

‘Where B+S?’ You write.

“They went after the scientists. Once you were here and stable, I volunteered to stay behind with you. It wouldn’t be in your best interest to wake up to a strange place with wires and tubes inside you,” Zemo says. “I’ll call the nurse to let them know that you’ve woken up. I imagine that you aren’t very comfortable with the breathing tube.” You nod slightly, hoping to be able to talk. Once the call button is hit, you scribble onto the pad before tapping Zemo’s hand.

His eyes dart down to your words before a soft smile forms on his face. “You’re welcome, Y/N. Besides, I didn’t want to lose the only member of the team I liked,” he says with a wink.

The last thing you expect is to be Zemo’s favorite, but if you have to tell the truth, you don’t mind it so much.

[aster-aspera]

It’s just my skin

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: loss of hearing

Pairings: (platonic) jonmartim

Warnings: claustrophobia, hospitals, hearing loss

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The aftermath isn’t as quiet as Tim thought it would be.

Maybe it’s the fact that he isn’t dead even though he should be, maybe it’s the dreadful ringing in his ear, maybe it’s the way his chest is heaving in gasping breaths he can’t hear.

There’s a thousand pounds of stone pressing down on his back and somewhere far above him he can feel the ground rumble and shift. He can’t even find it in himself to worry about the whole place coming down. He wasn't planning on making it out alive either way.

He thinks he floats in and out of consciousness for a bit. Time seems to wind and stretch and loop back, only the rubble on his back and the incessant ringing to keep him company.

Something shifts eventually, a change in the air at first, the darkness becoming just a bit softer, a bit less cloying.

And then there are hands and stretchers and needles and people pulling and prodding him and over it all is still that high pitched ringing, rising higher and higher into an impossible crescendo. He thinks they ask him things, he is sure he sees their lips moving and their expectant gazes. He thinks he tries to say something, but his lips feel awkward and unwieldy.

Everything goes dark after that. A cool blessed darkness where he just floats, no stone, no rubble, no dust, just peace.

He thinks about Danny for a while, and the ritual and the burning collapse of it all and the way Sasha smiled at him every morning when he came into the archives. Then he just sleeps.

He wakes up a bit more coherent the next time. The ringing isn’t gone yet, but at least his brain doesn’t feel like it’s through different planes of dimensions at a hundred kilometres per hour anymore. At least now he can breathe without the dust clogging his lungs.

He looks around the overbright hospital room, the disconnected monitor and the IV dripping a clear fluid into his veins. There’s a bouquet of orange flowers on the bedside table. Probably from Martin, he thinks bitterly. There’s no one else who would go through the trouble.

Martin walks into his room at some point and Tim wonders why he’s here and not hovering around Jon like some lost puppy. Maybe Jon didn’t make it out of the explosion.

Something sharp and painful shoots through Tim’s chest at the thought and he does his best not to examine it too closely.

He looks up at Martin, whose lips are moving as he fusses with the flowers on the little table. Tim stares up at him uncomprehendingly, waiting for sound to come through, waiting for that unbearable ringing to resolve itself into something he can understand.

It doesn’t.

“I can’t hear,” He says, his lips forming the words, his vocal cords vibrating, but no sound comes out, not to him at least. Martin looks up at him with concern, his mouth moving in shapes that should have been familiar, had they been accompanied by the right noises.

“I can’t hear,” Tim says again. And this time, it doesn’t come out half as controlled. He can feel something very close to panic crawling it’s way up his throat and he doesn’t quite manage to swallow it down.

Martin presumably says something else, before giving up and typing something on his phone, shoving it into Tim’s hands before stalking out of the room.

Getting a doctor, stay here

Well of course he’s going to stay here, does Martin really think he’s going to wander around London when he’s just survived an explosion? He isn’t Jon.

He waits impatiently in his bed, rubbing the uncomfortably thin hospital sheets between his fingers and trying to adjust the flat pillows so he can sit up.

Eventually the doctors come in and once again, it’s back to being poked and prodded. Doctors examining his ears and brain and all the million scans they take, with Martin occasionally coming in to hover over him, bringing along coffee from the cafeteria.

In the end, the verdict is predictable. Permanent damage from his proximity to the explosion. Figures he couldn’t just walk out of that unscathed.

And most people would probably consider being permanently deaf better than being dead. Tim wasn’t too sure he agreed with them  yet.

They let him go home eventually, with a whole laundry list of instructions on how to care for himself. Tim throws the papers into a corner as soon as he gets home. He’ll be fine, he’s survived Jane Prentiss, he can survive this. And it isn’t like it matters much.

His phone buzzes to life when he sticks it into the socket, all the messages he missed streaming in at once, a tidal wave of promotional mails and push notifications. He’s half tempted to just shut it off again when he notices one text notification between all the others.

Jon

Martin had told him he was alive, of course. But something about seeing his name displayed black on white on his phone screen drives the point home in a way Martin’s scribbled notes hadn’t done. Something sharp and hot shoots through his chest and he wants desperately for it to be that familiar anger that carried him through the last few months.

But as he lets his head fall back onto the couch, he can’t quite feel it burn the same, and without its familiar warmth, he feels hollow in a way he hasn’t since Danny died.

He swipes away the message without reading it and curls up on the couch, pulling an old, dusty blanket over himself and shutting his eyes. He tries not to think too much of the darkness after the explosion, of the plaster dust swirling through the air and settling in his lungs, of the stone crushing his limbs at awkward angles.

A dark apartment isn’t much like a collapsed building but his brain doesn’t care when it brings up vivid images of his time under the rubble. Despite it all, he does eventually drift into the comforting darkness of sleep, his slumber taking the pain and weariness out of his bones for just a moment.

It’s peaceful, till he wakes up gasping from a nightmare.

His desk rattles slightly when a heavy book is dropped on it and Tim looks up in annoyance, ignoring the painful squeezing in his chest when he meets Jon’s tired, regretful eyes.

‘Learning sign’ The book proclaims and Tim feels irritation bubbling up.

“Fuck off,” He says, focusing his attention once again on his desk.

‘I know sign, I can help, or at least recommend you some classes/books’ Jon informs him through the notes app on his phone.

“I don’t need your help.”

‘I know you don’t, but I’d like to'

“Why? So you can feel better about everything that happened? You think this is going to fix it?”

‘I’m sorry Tim’

“Sorry is too late,” he bites out, shoving out of his chair roughly. He tries to move past Jon, make it out of this stifling, dusty room, get somewhere it doesn’t feel like the walls are watching him.

A rough, calloused hand shoots out, wraps around his wrist like a vice. Jon’s eyes are dark with concern and Tim feels an odd anger at the expression. How can he show so much empathy after everything that happened?

He looks at the hand wrapped around his wrist and suddenly, it’s all just too much.

The deafening ringing in his ears, this wretched place that trapped him and choked him and took his best friend from him. And Jon, eyes still hopeful, still compassionate, after Tim had blamed him and hurt him for months on end.

“Go away,” He tries to say and he doesn’t even make it to the first syllable before his voice betrays him with a choked sob. A shudder runs through him and he looks down at the wooden floor, trying to compose himself.

The grief has never felt as all consuming as it does in this moment and it chokes and burns and pulls him under all at once.

And then, there are arms around him. A familiar touch, a familiar weight, from days so long ago Tim can barely remember them. The first touch that isn’t hostile, the first comfort he has felt in so long.

And it’s all from the man he’s tried to hate for months.

His hands curl themselves tightly into Jon’s cardigan and he buries his face in his shoulder, biting back tears with all his might. It doesn’t do much good against the tidal wave of emotions sweeping through him and soon he’s shaking all over with the sobs that wrack through his body.

Jon’s hand comes up in a familiar movement, brushing through Tim’s messed up curls. It’s hesitant at first, as if Tim will yell at him again, but when he makes no motion to do so, only melting deeper into the hold, the fingers carding through his hair become surer.

There’s a rumble against his cheek as Jon says something and Tim wishes desperately he could still hear it, hear Jon’s sure and steadying voice.

He remembers when, near the beginning of it all, he would stand in the corridor outside of Jon’s office and listen as his voice drifted through the halls, all the pain and fear and emotions painted so clearly on it. He’d always thought Jon a bit ridiculous for the way he read those statements. Now he just wished he could hear it one more time.

He closes his eyes as the loss of his family and his friend and even his hearing tear through his chest, leaving him shattered and shaking.

Jon’s chest rumbles again and Tim presses his cheek into it, pretending for just a moment he can hear a sound that isn’t the awful ringing.

Another pair of hands close around him, softer ones, broader ones. They pull him up gently and he’s not entirely sure how they both ended up on the floor, it probably has something to do with how broad he is and how skinny Jon is.

He’s pulled close against a soft, broad chest and relaxes into it almost immediately. Martin’s safe, he always has been.

He’s deposited gently on the cot, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a warm mug of tea pressed into his hands. He feels a bit like a child, being coddled and carted around. But right now, he can’t find it in himself to care.

He thinks Jon and Martin are saying stuff. Martin’s chest is rumbling against his back and he tilts his face so he can feel it better. Martin runs a comforting hand along his face, brushing away the tears that stick to it.

A hand settles on his knee, comforting and grounding and he’s sure it’s Jon’s. Both of Martin’s hands are occupied holding him together after all.

He closes his eyes. He can deal with the mess of it all tomorrow.

Right now, he just feels safe. His friends are here and that’s enough.

[dollfaced-erin]

Not So New Afterall (Sdv Sebastian x F!Reader)

 A/n: I would say that to all the townspeople (Y/n) has met before her parting, she’d have at least 4 hearts with everyone, (minus the bachelors and bachelorettes who were not in the timeline) and 6 hearts with Robin, Sebastian, Abby, Caroline and Jodi. 

(Lets just say Robin was good friends with grandpa and found his granddaughter a favorite)

(Caroline found her as a well-mannered and kind child when she was younger. She surely hasn’t changed her thoughts about the girl)

(Jodi always wanted a daughter and found (Y/n) a cute little baby, she really liked it when (Y/n) would come over to play with Sam and help her around the house, teaching Sam to do some housework) (the woman is fond of her)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Harvey grabbed (Y/n)’s wrist and felt her pulse. “Based on the blood she lost, she’ll need a blood transfusion! And the equipment is in the clinic!” the older male said, hoisting (Y/n) into his arms. 

“I’ll need a person with her blood type or an O positive!” Harvey said as they rushed out of the cottage. “Does anyone have that blood type?”

‘Shoot!’ Sebastian thought to himself. He’s a darn A! They had no time to scan for her blood type. But he knew who has an O. “I know someone! !’ll go!” he called out before parting from the group.

The dark haired male was running down the stairs near the river before heading to the bridge near Joja mart. During certain days, the person he was searching for would be on the bridge till late. 

And thank Yoba, these were on of the days.

He didn’t really want to talk to anyone, but he really didn’t have a choice.

‘But why are you doing this? For one girl?’ a voice at the back of his mind whispered. ‘You really aren’t like this. Why are you panicking so much?’

Sebastian stopped in his tracks, thinking about the voice. That was true. He isn’t one to help others. He mainly kept to himself. He’d usually be cool and wouldn’t talk much. Why was he panicking? 

Was it because he hated the sight of her limp body?

Probably

He didn’t want to be burdened for his faults if he didn’t do anything but just left her body there.

Yeah, that was it.

“Hey, Seb!” Abigail called from the bridge, raising a hand to greet him over. “What’s with the frazzled look? You look like someone has been chasing you.”

“Abby,” he said as he came over. “You’re an O positive, right?” he asked, grabbing her arm. 

The girl nodded, her face slightly flushing over the hold he had on her joint. Sebastian didn’t think much of it and immediately pulled her with him without an explanation. 

“H-hey! Where are we going?” The purple-haired girl began to panic, but still followed the pace the male ran, keeping up with him easily.

This really wasn’t like him. He wasn’t one to panic. Why was he so energetic and loud today? He hasn’t been like this in....Abigail bit her lip as she thought. ‘In such a long time,’ the voice in her mind responded.

But taking in the sight of the clinic, she knew this wasn’t good. Did something happen to his mom? Did something happen to her family? Did...is this why he asked for her blood type?

She kept rambling all the possibilities until she never realized that they had burst into the clinic. But her thoughts stopped as she saw the new farmer on the hospital bed.

“Abigail!” Harvey called out, surprised that Sebastian knew her blood type. “Thank Yoba your blood is compatible with hers!”

Abigail stopped. Her hand falling limp from Sebastian’s grasp. Tears welled in her eyes.

“(Y/n)...?”

The said girl was laying motionless on the hospital bed, her skin pale as snow. Her eyes closed and breathing shallow. Her hair was out of its usual hairdo, leaving the strands of (h/c) messy around her face and head. Her shirt was removed to expose the the wound to Harvey, leaving on her underwear to preserve her modesty and also exposing the bruise she got from last night.

But the scar on her right shoulder,

It unlocked her self-sealed child memories.

Tears escaped her green eyes. “She’s alive...? After the accident? It’s the same (Y/n)?” she sobbed. Sebastian placed a warm hand on her shoulder. 

“It’s her. She came back,” Sebastian said, a somber look crossing his eyes. “And this time, you need to help her.”

Abigail nodded as she stuck out her bare arm to Harvey. “Hook me up,” she said with determination, eyes still dripping with tears.

Abigail and Sebastian was sent to another room as the operation took place as everyone else was sent home since she needed to donate her blood. Sebastian was allowed to stay since he needed to accompany the purple-haired girl. Abigail was given a box of apple juice to help increase her glucose levels as she donated her blood to her former best friend.

Sebastian sat on the chair next to Abigail, is eyes blurred and tired as he looked down at the floor. The silence between them was heavy. Since Abigail had just remembered the dark tragedy of Pelican Town. Tears began to drip from her eyes once more.

“When did you know?” she asked Sebastian, her eyes looking down at the crisp white sheets of the clinic bed. He shrugged. “I...saw her scar, and at first it made no sense to me why I suddenly reacted to it. But then I think I thought of it too much, and...I dreamt of it,”

“No way. Did you like...have a nightmare or something?” Abigail told him, but he shook his head. “It’s not impossible if I woke up and everything rushed to my head in that instant,” he told her. “Plus, mom told me that it was true.”

“No way,” she chuckled. “She really came back, huh? At first I thought it was just...a person with a name that sounded familiar, but I thought it was just a common name. But that’s not the case anymore, it seems,” Abigail said with a smile. “After all we’ve done to her, she still came back here? Not to mention that we’re the ones that caused the accident.”

“It wasn’t you. It was me,” he said with a deep frown. “I really thought that she died, and I never registered what happened after. I even dared forget about her.”

“It’s not forgot. It’s...repressed memories and stuff when we were kids,” Abigail said, referring to one of the books she read during her classes. Sebastian nodded. “Extreme trauma would block out the memories in a way of coping with it.”

“But,” she said, clutching onto the hospital sheets. “It doesn’t make me feel less guilty,” tears collided with the white sheets as a green bow clip was in her sight. “She even gave this bow to me. I can’t believe I still forgot her.”

In normal circumstances, Sebastian would’ve felt awkward, but he understood the feeling. He put a hand on Abigail’s back, running it up and down as he tried to calm her. It was true, however. Knowing that they had forgotten their friend who had saved Sebastian, the person who had always made Fall better, matching their clothes during Spirit’s eve, who brought them little things to enjoy together during their visit,

The guilt was truly unbearable.

After a few hours after Abigail was released, she and Sebastian stayed to wait for the (h/c) haired girl. Both of them wanted to see if she was okay or not. Sam came bustling in soon after. Then Maru came out and gave them the thumbs up, all three of them jumped out of their seats to burst into the room.

“She’s been stabilized, thanks to Sebastian’s quick thinking and Abigail’s generosity,” Harvey said after cleaning all the blood. “She was in a dehydrated state and heavily injured. It was a wonder how she managed the strength to move with those injuries.”

“She’s fine, but she needs to stay here for the night so I can monitor her,” Harvey said again before looking up at the clock. It’s 9 pm. Three hours after Sebastian brought (Y/n) in. “It’s late, you all need to go home.”

“But can we stay with her? I asked mom if I could,” Sam started. “We’re staying just in case she wakes up,” Sebastian butted in, earning an eyebrow raise from Harvey. But the older male just chuckled.

“I suppose it won’t do any harm,” he started, “But please not make any noise before and after she wakes up. It might surprise her and raise her blood levels,” Harvey said before leaving the room with the three and one unconscious girl.

Sebastian turned to look at the girl who looked eerily peaceful, her hands placed above her stomach. Her right hand was attached to an IV drip, and her vitals were steady. Her clothing had changed to a hospital gown, probably not to put any pressure around her waist here the injury was.

“Lets grab a seat,” Sam said, removing the partition between (Y/n) and another hospital bed. “Are we even--” “It’s alright! We’ll put it back tomorrow!” Abigail butted in before helping Sam push the bed together. 

“You guys really like her, huh?” Sam started, making the two freeze from what he said. Hasn’t he-- “Oh, I know she’s the same person from the accident,” Sam said as he removed his shoes and sat down on the bed.

“I realized it long ago, actually. When Abigail mentioned it at the Saloon, I just went with it since I thought the both of you actually forgot her,” Sam confessed, leaning against the headrest. “It was hard for me to talk to her, I was the reason she got hit in the first place.”

“But when Abby told me to just talk to her, I realized that you guys probably forgot,” Sam said, bringing his knees closer to his chest. “I remembered when she first came. Mom was careful to never trigger anything, but when she introduced herself to me, I saw the mark on her forehead. I excused myself when everything started coming back to me.”

“It’s hard, to look at her without remembering the hit. I feel like she’s been hating me, never forgiving me,” Sam said. “But when I saw she was rushed in here, I was hesitant. Mom told me to go, but I didn’t want to face her,” Sam looked at the resting girl. 

“But she told me (Y/n) came back to see all of us, I bolted,” Sam chuckled as Abigail and Sebastian sat on the same mattress. But tears began to fall from his eyes. “I-I thought she would never want to see me ever again, not after what I’ve done to her,” he sobbed and Abigail slung an arm across his shoulders.

“Never really thought she’d come back,” Sam sniffled before gazing over to (Y/n). “I’m just happy she’s here.”

“Hey, Seb,” Sam called, the dark haired turning his head to face the blonde. “Yeah?” he answered. The latter gave a loopy smile, and even though he just cried, his eyes were bright of mischief. 

“Do you still like (Y/n)?” he asked, making the other two freeze in place. Abigail slightly retracted her arm and Sebastian’s shoulders went tense. “Wh-what are you talking about?” he asked.

“You know what I’m talking about. Do you still like--” “Wh-where am I?” a groggy voice spoke, quietly, but loud enough for the trio to jump to the bed next to them.

(E/c) eyes started to open slowly, but squinted from the bright light. There were blobs of shadows in her sight, slowly clearing to reveal the trio before her eyes. All of them had worried expressions, eyes either red or still filled with tears. 

“Abby?...Sebastian?...Sam?” the girl choked out as she slowly tried to sit up. “Wh-what happe--” Before she could finish her sentence, she was tackled back down by a force, pinning her back to the mattress. “Abby?” 

“You stupid, stupid girl! How dare you get yourself so hurt again?!” she cried, burying her head in (Y/n) shoulder, trying to hide her sniffles as the girl slowly got up again. 

Sebastian tackled her left side, wrapping his arms around the (Y/n) and Abigail. “You have no idea how much I panicked when you came out like that!” he shouted in frustration. 

“You had us so worried!” Sam said as he hugged (Y/n)’s right side, careful to mind the injury she got. “Never do that again!” he cried out. 

“I lost you once, I’m not losing you again!” Abigail cried. (Y/n) looked at Sebastian, her hand slowly coming up to brush his dark locks.

“At least I saw you at 6, right?” she chuckled, earning a glare from the male. He hit her back, harshly before hugging her again. “Yeah, but that’s NOT what I meant!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry guys,” she laughed lightly as they all clung to her.

The next morning rolled around, and when Harvey walked in, he chuckled at the sight. (Y/n) was laying down since her sides hurt to sit up, Sebastian was sleeping sitting up as he held (Y/n)’s left hand in his own. Abigail was cuddling her on her right, clasping her right arm with both of her own. Sam was similar to Sebastian, but had his arms crossed over his chest.

‘These four really have a special bond,’ Harvey thought, smiling to himself. They didn’t look like young adults anymore, but more like children who wont let their friend go.

Of course, Harvey knew that almost all the singles around (Y/n)’s age suffered from Dissociative Amnesia from extreme trauma as children. And (Y/n) herself has been a victim in the accident that caused it. He knew since he saw her medical records and he looked at her nicely healing scars. But the affect strongest was the ones surrounding her. The sisters just haven’t remembered just yet. 

7 AM rolled around, and (Y/n) stirred to wake up, pulling those around her away from their dream lands too. Harvey had just left the room to set up his clinic for the day. 

Harvey had agreed to let her out, and asked them to keep an eye on the healing girl. Se got 7 stitches and she had to be very careful. Abigail happily volunteered to assist (Y/n) on the farm and Sam and Sebastian would check up on them every so often.

Little did they know, Harvey had taken a photo of the quartet, sending them to their families. Of course, being the lovely mothers they were, they framed the photo and hung it around somewhere in the house.

[ms-indifferwnt]

I’m Cold

“I'm cold"

"And?"

"Can't you give me your jacket or something?"

"Can't you accept my proposal and marry me already?"

In which Prince Donghyuck's parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up

Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn

Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive (I'll add more if there are)

Notes: Chapter 6 of Im Cold. I’m pretty excited for this one hehe

WORD COUNT:  2.7k

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"No," Donghyuck says and crosses his arms, shooting a glare on Prince Lucas's present, that you were happily taking a bite out of. Donghyuck won't admit it but at some point, out of all the Princes you seemed to have gotten closer to Lucas, Donghyuck moves to glare this time at Lucas who was laughing at how cute you ate the donut, helping you brush the sugar on your lips, making you flinch at the touch, Donghyuck won't admit (he absolutely refuses to "It lowers my self-esteem" he once says) but throughout your fake engagement, out of all his group of friends, Why? Why must it be the most flirtiest Prince? Renjun would be the most proper out of everyone and be at a safe distance as a way to be polite, you could've been friends with him, Jeno and Jaemin would probably treat you like a sister and help you with adjusting to this life, you could've been friends with them, Chenle would ask you questions about being Prince Donghyuck's Fiance and he is sure that you and Chenle would be inseparable, you could've been friends with him, Jisung is a sweet shy boy and Donghyuck ninety-nine percent (only because its impossible to be one hundred percent) sure that Jisung would just watch from afar, why not him? but no! you became friends with flirty, loud, annoying, touchy, Prince Lucas

Donghyuck glared at Lucas and grabbed his arm "Prince Lucas" Donghyuck warns and Lucas grins, knowing full well that Donghyuck only calls people by titles when he is pissed

"Oh relax," he pulls away "I won't steal her from you," He bows at you and Donghyuck "I'm engaged"

Donghyuck nods and notices how you looked down with your tongue fiddling with something in your mouth, he recognizes it, after having many lunch and breakfast dates these past couple dates, he takes a glass of water and offered it to you while he spoke "Ah, yes and that is how an engaged man acts" he gently rubs your back to help you while you drank your water

"Oh please," Lucas settles on the sofa beside you, no longer standing beside Donghyuck, only to get flicked on the forehead by the latter "Ow!"

"Stay away from my girl, if you still wish to keep your hair"

Lucas laughs and moves to sit a bit farther from You "You're Fiance been always this clingy and protective?"

You take another bite of the donut before answering, red painting your cheeks from the words that left the Prince's lips, he was taking it too seriously only to be fake engaged to me, thinking about it, Back then, with the perverted man, the one who wanted to take your grandparents home, the time you were so stressed that he fed you, even when the two of you are out in public that boy always has to have one limb attached to you. "Yeah, he does that"

"You're one to talk" Someone joined, hitting Prince Lucas upside the head "and he is right you know, stop flirting"

You covered your mouth shocked at the sight, surprised that somebody would hit a royal

"Love, that hurts" Prince Lucas pouts, and whines, grabbing her hand "I wasn't flirting"

She rolls her eyes and smiles sweetly at you "You must be Y/n" She bows "It's a pleasure to finally meet Prince Donghyuck's bride be" she grins and you bow

Donghyuck leans in to whisper "Lucas's Fiance, Yeonli" he informs wrapping his arm protectively over your shoulder "She and Lucas act more alike than you think so I apologize on behalf of these two idiots, I call my friends"

You couldn't help but blush at the proximity, thankfully, he pulled away, keeping his arms around your shoulder to keep you at his side

Just then Yuta walks in and Dongyuck happily exclaimed "Hyung! You're here!" He turns his head as Yuta bows in front of everyone "Please tell me The other's are here"

Yuta nods "Yes, Prince Jaemin, Prince Jisung and Prince Chenle and Company" He motions to the door, and just like that a very excited Prince Chenle walked in followed by three girls then Prince Jisung and Prince Jaemin

"Y/n Noona!" Chenle called excitedly and stood in front of you taking your hand to kiss the knuckles "You look beautiful, It's nice to see you again" he catches Donghyuck's eyes and raises his hands in defense "I'm not flirting"

Donghyuck hums and looks at his younger friend, who playfully winked at you, before moving to Yeonli and kissing her knuckles as a greeting

You tugged on Donghyuck's sleeve to show him the oncoming guests "Great them, they're your guests" You informed, once you turn to him your breathing stilled this boy in front of you was close, too close, he was slightly slouching so even you (who was sitting up straight) your eyes were aligned with his nose, you could see at how his lips parted slightly to puff air out, you couldn't look away from his lips. You have to look away, now!

You looked back to the guests, who, thankfully, Donghyuck's attention was still on the guests, "Company?" asked one of the girls, her heels clicking as she crosses her arms over her dress "is that what we are now? Company?"

Jaemin hums "Well none of you are married to the royal family yet, so" He shrugs "Yes, Princes" he motions to himself then at them "And Company"

"Na Jaemin" the other girl, her brown hair tied in a half ponytail, she looked annoyed and immediately Jaemin walks to her and holds her hand

"Aww heart, I didn't mean it like that"

"What for?" Donghyuck says once he looks at you "They seem to be doing well, walking by themselves"

You looked at him unamused, "Donghyuck" you stood up and tugged on his arm so he'll follow you, to stand and greet the guests "It's polite"

He groans but follows nonetheless, bowing in front of the newcomers, his hand intertwined with yours while you bowed. Raising your head, you stared at the shocked faces of the newcomers while they stared at you and Donghyuck

Prince Jisung walks to Prince Donghyuck and placed his hand on his forehead while looking at Yuta, who watches in amusement "Hyung is he sick?" Doghyuck growls and swats the younger hands away

Prince Jaemin moves to hold your free hand while nodding "I don't know how, but" he leans to kiss your knuckles and smirks "When did Donghyuck become such an obedient dog?"

"Na Jaemin!" Donghyuck yells, letting go of your hand to chase after the boy who was running away

The girls laugh, While Prince Jisung calls for Prince Lucas and Chenle to help him make sure that Prince Donghyuck won't kill Prince Jaemin, while Chenle helps by yelling words of encouragement "Run Jaemin Hyung, Donghyuck will tear you to shreds"

You flinched, "wait, no" you gripped and tried to reach out for Donghyuck "Donghyuck, no, don't do-" you yelped in surprises once one of the girls hugged you

"Eunnie" she smiles and kept you close "You're really pretty, my name Soonim"

"Nice to meet you" You smile and bowed at her and everyone else

"Let the boys play, they only get to see each other once a while" One answers and pries Soonim off you "Excuse her, she and Prince Chenle match each other energy, I'm Hiyoung, I'm-"

You cut her off with a smile "Prince Jaemin's bride be" you bowed "It is nice to finally meet you"

"Soonim is right Eunnie," one spoke up and held your hands, in hers as she smiles "You're really beautiful" pink tints your cheeks in embarassment at the complement

"Aera don't overwhelm her," Hiyoung says and laughs at the sight of you bowing in front of princess Aera

She keeps you still "Please, Y/n, don't be so polite to us"

Yeonli nods and motions to everyone "We're all friends here" she says and laughs, you couldn't help but laugh too

Donghuck who heard you yelp, slowed down from chasing Jaemin around so that Jisung and Lucas can finally hold him down, he looks at you to see if you are ok, only to see you giggling with the other girls, and he smiles, you always looked so much prettier when you smile

"You're drooling" Chenle notes and pretended to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, making the Prince look away and readjust his suit "You're whipped for Y/n aren't you? You stopped chasing Jeamin Hyung for her~"

"What?"

Lucas chuckles and pats his friends back "No need to be shy, there's nothing wrong with being in love with your fiance"

Donghyuck wasn't listening to a word, Prince Renjun was saying, the moment the latter opened his mouth, Donghyuck decided to shut him out, instead of paying attention to him his eyes drifted around the snacks and he decided at that moment guessing how much sugar each sweet contained was much more entertaining then what Renjun was talking about 'till he heard you laugh

His eyes lifted to see you laughing at something Princess Haegyoung said, he looks at the princess, then at Mark, he hums, the two of them are perfect for each other, both seated in a way that their feet would brush. hands placed on their laps as if holding each others hands from afar. Donghyuck looked at you again, you were listening to stories and nodding along, you seemed to be getting along with them well

Donghyuck's eyes traveled to what you were wearing, glasses, the wrap dress he picked out for you when you both went shopping, your neck adorned with the gardenia flower necklace he got for you, his eyes trailed lower and there it was, he bought you one of your own but you're wearing his watch around your wrist, it was loose, going up your arm with every movement, he places his hand on his watchless wrist, out of habit, yeah, you definitely have his watch.

The next thing he noticed about you was the way you pushed the glasses up against your nose, turning to the side to speak to Princess Mison, Renjun's Fiance, Donghyuck snorts, it seemed typical for Renjun to give her a clip with the letter R on it, but she seemed to enjoy it so who is he to judge? Donghyuck puts his attention back to you to see your glasses from the side, against the light, and there it was, fingerprints. He tries, he really did, but you looked adorable with the way you didn't notice the fingerprints from how invested you listened to the stories, he shifts in his seat

Mark stopped listening, surely there was something else more fascinating than Renjun's story, he looks at his fiance, who was happily telling a story, oh how he loved Haegyoung the way she would smile and laugh. His eyes drifted over to you, If he didn't know any better by the way you sat, spoke, and acted, the stories the younger would tell about, Mark could've passed you and Donghyuck off as he perfect couple except he did know better, he knows this all fake, you and Hyuck were doing this to benefit yourselves

The next thing Mark saw made him look twice, it was Donghyuck's watch, but it couldn't be, that's one of Donghyuck's prized accessories, his ex-girlfriends weren't allowed to touch it, his own friends aren't permitted to borrow that watch but you have it? you're wearing it? Mark looks at Donghyuck to see he too was paying attention to you, and that he wasn't wearing his watch, he was confused at what was going on 'till he saw Donghyuck smile, it was a smile that he tried to hide so Mark turns his head to see you there just talking, did Donghyuck just smiled at the sight of you? He watched as The prince reached out to tap you and ask for your glasses, taking it off, you handed it to the Prince who cleaned the glass before wearing it, making a face and then taking it off again to hand it back to you

Mark smirked, that was probably the most affectionate Donghyuck ever was in his life to someone else. Mark was right, this was definitely more interesting than whatever Renjun was talking about.

Renjun wasn't blind it was obvious that Donghyuck was too busy looking at his Fiance to listen to what he is saying and Mark was just being a pain in the ass, he smiles at the ones who were listening and placed his finger against his lips to keep everyone else quiet

"And that was how we thought our dog laid an egg" Renjun announced, everyone looked at him in shock but Mark and Donghyuck whipped their head

"What the fuck?"

"Wait what?"

You woke up with a soft knock on your door, slowly, reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed, in nothing but a pair of oversized shirt and pajama shorts you slowly opened the door, to be greeted with a smiling Princess Mison and Lady Chunae, you bowed your head

They swat you to stop you from bowing "We're all friends, Y/n" Lady Chunae starts, and holds your hand in hers "Don't address us by our titles, ok?" Princess Mison was more than happy to agree on

You nod, promising to try and then grin tugging on your hand so that you'll follow them "Come with us" Chunae, Prince Jeno's Girlfriend, pulls you out of the warmth of your own room

"wait but I'm in my pajamas" You reasoned, trying to get out of her grip to change atleast

Making Princess Mison, Prince Renjun's Girlfriend, laugh "We all are" She motions to what they were wearing "Please? Girl's night?" She pouts and you coo at how cute she was "We all want you there" She tries again  before you sighed and nodded, she perks up "Really?" She happily leads you out into the garden, the chill of the night pricking your skin

Upon arrival you spot the rest of the girls, sitting on the chairs or the floor of the patio and you blink at the sight, all of them ere still in there pajamas, cups of tea on the table and multiple pillows everywhere

"Eunnie!" Sooni happily calls and waves you over, following everyone (mostly Chunae  who dragged you to sit on the floor with her) "You're here, have some tea"

Doyoung comes out of the corner, you didn't even notice he was there 'till he poured you a cup, raising an eyebrow at him he smiles "You'll get used to this" he assures and hand you the cup "They like having midnight talk sessions"

You looked ahead to see them happily conversing, you looked down at your hand, you weren't happy with yourself, now that your being honest. These people were really loved by their Princes and are really in a relationship with the Princes, and you are nothing but a fake

"Eunnie" Aera calls after she notice you glaring at your cup "We hope we aren't bothering you, we really just wanted to meet you and become close with you"

You looked at her and smiled apologeically "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Yeonli nods and sits on the floor infront of you "Will you be my friend?" she asks and you nod making the rest also ask for your hand in friendship and Aera giggles "Eunnie looks scared" you blushed at her words making Yeonli tug on her hair playfully "Please you almost practically fainted when we dragged you here the first time"

The group bursts into laughter and you smiled, feeling relieved just as Hiyoung places her hand on your shoulder as Yeonli and Aeri bickered "Let them yell at each other, it'll be hilarious" she assured just when you were about to break them apart

Soomin takes a sip of her tea before she leans forward towards you "Eunnie, can you tell us stories about you and Prince Donghyuck?"

You blinked, "what?" you tilted your head to see all of them facing you and waiting for you to tell your story "But-"

"Don't worry, we'll tell our stories too, so" Soomin pouts and clasps her hands "please?"

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Falling for you ( Falling from grace) Jungkook

Read Chapter 1 here

Read Chapter 2 here 

Rated : 18 +

Warning : . Fuck buddies? Or rather enemies that have sex. They just really hate each other but also can’t keep their hands off each other. Fair warning this has no plot. its just them being idiots .

Chapter 3

“We’re not doing this here again....this is going to be a one time thing. ” I panted into his mouth as he pressed me up against the inside of the supply closet. Jungkook hummed, fingers making quick work of my work pants, yanking them down fast. I stumbled out of them, gasping when he grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting my leg up to wrap around his waist, rolling his hardness into me. 

“That's probably fair. I can’t think straight when you’re around me at the office...you know....makes me think of a thousand things i could do to you...” He leaned into me, kissing along my neck, sucking and biting the thin skin before gently laving it with his tongue. 

“ A thousand? Really?” I laughed despite myself. 

“Sure....your perky little breasts for example. The way your nipples tend to poke out when the Ac’s a little too cold.... They look like they can cut glass...” He cupped my breasts through my blouse, thumbing at the tip till I felt my head roll back, hitting the door with a thud. “ I want to kiss and lick and suck on them....that's three things right there... I can keep going if you want....”

I groaned.

“thought you wanted me to suck you off.” i muttered. He shrugged.

“Changed my mind. I’m gonna fuck you just like this.” 

I flinched, when he found the edge of my panties, lightly tracing circles on the fabric....

“May I?” He smirked and it took me a second to realize he was going to tear it off me. A jolt of shock , dosed with desire shot straight through my center and I swelled and ached in all the worst places. 

“I’m gonna take that as an yes.” He grinned then, eyes piercing through the damp strands of his hair and I felt my heart take a dive, a sudden unexpected swoop of raw unfiltered  affection.

The shock of feeling something positive towards Jungkook made my breath catch in shock. 

What the actual fuck....

But before I could fully chastise myself for the errant thought, he was yanking on my lace panty, tearing it clean off my thighs and I flinched at how much it hurt, the fabric leaving little welts on the swell of my flesh. He grabbed my thighs, prompting me to hope on and i grinned. Wall sex with Jungkook was always a great experience. 

I watched as he spread his legs a little, bracing himself against the floor so he could move his hips a bit more. He  was pressed right up against me, his torso holding me up against the wall as he used one hand to fumble with his belt, unzipping himself yanking his cock out. 

“Condom...back pocket...” He grunted and I struggled to slip my fingers into the skin tight slack, pulling out his wallet and grabbing the small foil packet. I tore it open, pressing the square strip to the flushed, leaking head of his kick before sliding the condom down to the base . I stroked him a little and I flinched at the extra ribbed texture of the condom.... That was going to rub my insides raw...

He grunted.

“Hands on my shoulder, babe...brace yourself.” He said shortly and I obeyed quickly , vaguely flushing at the  babe....  It was the usual kind of petname he used. 

Giving me no time to adjust , he lined himself up against me and it took me a second to realize that the momentary distraction in my thoughts had made me go a little dry. 

And yeah, Jungkook’s dick wasn’t the kind of dick you wanted to take dry. I opened my mouth to ask him to wait but it was just a second too late.

My eyes flew open in shock as he fucked right up into me with no preamble or finesse really. The shock of being speared open when I wasn’t fully prepared made my breath catch in my throat and I nearly chocked.  Fuck, I kept forgetting how much sex with Jungkook just hurt sometime.....

But it was the good kind of hurt, I thought , following his lead and wrapping both legs more securely around his waist , letting him fix our positions against the door with some modicum of stability.

“Oh fuck, you’re so fucking tight today....” He groaned into my shoulder, bracing himself again and gripping me harder, lifting me up and fucking in again, this time with just a little bit more force. I was right about the condom, it felt so abrasive against my insides and somehow, that made me wetter . 

I liked it when it hurt....Why else would I be so attracted to Jeon fucking Jungkook. 

He gripped my hair tighter, forcing me to stare at him. 

“Seeing you with Namjoon hyung.... i didn’t like it.” He bit out aggressively, reaching up to bury one hand in the back of my hair. He yanked hard, enough to make me yelp and I bit my lips, trying to remember that we were in the office...that anyone walking outside could hear if I didn’t keep it down. 

Jungkook rolled his hips up into me and it felt like he was hitting my center my entire body shaking from the sensation....he was so fucking big , I wanted to cry... He moved again , alternating his deep thrusts with a gentle rolling motion and that sexy little swivel,  exactly the way I had wanted Namjoon to the previous night.... But he hadn’t because he wasn’t Jungkook...No one could be Jungkook.... 

“Fuck... Please...” I gripped his shoulders hard, hating the expensive suit between my fingers and his skin. God i wanted to touch him so bad.

“Don’t know who I was punishing that day, not fucking you through...not cumming in your filthy little cunt...Nothing I like more than filling you up, dollface, you know that right...love the way you look when I spill into you...so fucked out and debauched like someone ran a fucking train on you....” He was panting, breathless. I gripped his hair , loving how the long wet strands felt in my hands. I pulled hard trying to move my hips to meet his but it was impossible to keep up with his speed. 

“Say my name..” He whispered roughly , kissing my chin and then tugging on my lip with his and I panted it out...muffled and slightly garbled. 

“Properly.... Tell me who you belong to.” He snarled, the grip in my hair tightening and he pushed into me even harder and I felt my legs quiver .

“ You... I... you.. belong to you... Jungkook... “ I managed and he chuckled.

“Namjoon hyung is somewhere in the building..... “ He grinned against my skin, licking and mouthing across my jaw and I felt so sexy and dirty at the wetness as it dried on my skin. Jungkook continued, breathing each word out into my skin in the wake of his wet , wet tongue “ He’s sitting in his office thinking he has some sort of chance with you but he doesn’t know...doesn’t know how fucking dirty and wet you get for me...” 

I clenched around him and it was humiliating how much it turned me on...this toxic trait of his, the way he seemed to loathe me every second of the day and yet somehow believed I was his...only his...his to fuck and his to hate.,... 

My thighs ached from being held up so long, my back was definitely a little frayed from being pushed against the wall and I could feel the tell tale signs of orgasm .... 

  And yet somehow he was still keeping up the pace and I finally looked at him, right into his eyes, and suddenly,. without warning it was the raw, aching want and desire in his eye that tipped me over, wringing my orgasm straight out of me. 

The shock of it blew me away. I’d never cum so fast before. And definitely never because of how  he  looked. Feeling my heart palpitate inside me, I punched his shoulders. Jungkook didn’t slow down, faking me right through the crescendo of pleasure, ramming in harder now and with more force because it was his own pleasure he was chasing and I could feel my muscles scream , my mind supplying helpfully that walking was going to be a fucking struggle after this.  

He grunted as he finished, spilling into the condom . He was trembling a little and if it weren’t for the inhuman strength in his gorgeously muscled thighs, we would have crashed to the floor in a wet and messy puddle of sweat and cum by now.

 I stared at the opposite wall, feeling entirely too many emotions ....emotions that felt incredibly incredibly out of place , being directed at a guy who didn’t even like me. 

I had to get out of here. 

“Get off me.” I panted, shoving him just a bit too hard and he pulled out at once, clearly surprised . My body protested the harsh movement and I felt my insides throb, the pleasure beginning to ebb and being replaced by an almost unbearable soreness. I had to bite down on his shoulder for a second, just to muffle the agony. 

“Jesus , give me a minute...” He panted, lowering me to the ground. I pushed him again, my legs giving out under me and I crashed to the floor. 

Jungkook’s eyes went wide in shock and concern and it was so out of place on his face that I felt my heart stutter. 

“Are you alrigh-?”He made to reach for me but I kicked out, ignoring the pain throbbing through my body. My foot connected with his shin and he grunted.

“Ow...what the fuck , Areum..” He hissed, stumbling a bit. I ignored him , looking for my clothes. Jungkook was getting rid of the condom and buckling himself up. When he moved to help me up again I pushed his hand away. 

“Don’t touch me fuck...” I snapped, grabbing the torn fabric of my underwear and stuffing it into my jacket pocket. I grabbed my work pants, hopping to get into them as fast as I could. 

“You literally just came so why the fuck are you acting like this?” He glared at me and I frowned.

“Acting like what... Isn’t this what we do Jungkook? Shoot daggers at each other when we’re not fucking?” 

He growled.

“Fuck, I keep forgetting what a prickly little bitch you are....” He sneered and I finished buttoning up my pants. 

“And you’re a fucking perv... This is our office. I’m supposed to be respectable employee here not a-” I stopped, shaking my head . 

He grabbed my elbow , pulling hard.

“Not a what? A slut? “ He smirked, pecking my forehead, “ don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

I shoved him again.

“Never again. “ I said firmly, “ We do it in your palce or mine. I don’t wanna be called a -”

“Don’t wanna be called Jeon Jungkook’s personal whore...although thats exactly what you are.... Got it.” He looked entirely too smug as he leaned against the wall smirking as he watched me struggle with the door. 

I glared at him. 

“This is why I should have just gone to Namjoon. At least he calls me his baby. Not a whore.” 

The smile slipped off his face with alarming speed.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He growled and I shrugged. 

“You heard me....”

“Stop using my fucking brother to make me jealous...It doesn’t work. It pisses me off because he’s a great guy and we all know that you can’t get off with anyone but me.  ” He snarled and I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t fucking flatter yourself. I like him. He’s a nice guy.” I said sharply and I wasn’t lying. Namjoon was a nice guy. A great guy. I was just fucked up and did not like nice guys. 

“Then why the fuck were you literally gagging for it when I dragged you in here?” He glared and I shrugged.

“Because you’re right. You’re a good fuck and I’m just gonna keep using  you until I settle down with a nice, handsome guy like your brother.” 

Jungkook smirked.

“It’s so sexy, the way you mouth off at me even when you’re struggling to stand up because I dicked you down too hard.....Just wait, next time you won’t be walking for days. Might even whip out your friends, those handcuffs. Leave you chained to my bed for a couple of days. ”

I gave him the finger before slipping out of the closet. 

Author note : if you guys have any requests for scenes or kinks send it in ..... 🥵🥵🥵 I'm loving this universe and will probably work on it for a while.....

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And They Lived Happily Ever After ||Demetri Volturi x SwanSister!Reader|| Part 4

Warnings: HIGHLY NSFW, explicit content, for 18+ only 

Words: 7155 (I truly am shameless) 

Summary:

Part 1: Little Red Riding Hood  Part 2: The Big Bad Wolf  Part 3: What Soft Lips You Have 

Demetri has every intention of showing you just how privileged he is to call you his mate...so long as you follow his rules. 

Demetri let you slip from his grasp, your toes touching the floor for the first time since this whole thing began. His fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, tugging upward. You shivered at the way his fingertips ghosted over your skin, slowly crawling upward to rid you of the obstructing fabric. Your hair was in wild disarray by the time he dropped your shirt to your feet, his light laughter enough to make your cheeks warm with the need to blush. His touch was featherlight as he brushed your hair from your face, his lips pressing to your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin; any bit of skin he freed from your hair was given his attention before his hands dropped back to your waist, sliding deftly along your skin with teasing touches while his lips pecked your own repeatedly.

It didn’t take a genius to know he was enjoying riling you up, his smirk as you chased his lips every time he pulled away quite obvious. When he managed to unclasp your bra you didn’t know, you were too busy trying to get him to kiss you properly, and it completely blindsided you when his head suddenly dipped to mouth along your throat, hands coming round to encompass your breasts. With a soft gasp you arched your chest into his palms, his touch scorching. Demetri expertly fondled your chest, palms kneading and fingers tweaking at your nipples till they hardened in his grasp. His lips wondered back up your throat till he was sucking lightly at the hollow beneath your ear, your head tilted to the side and a low moan escaping you.

“Good girl, is this okay?” he murmured against your heated skin, completely unaware of the fever he’d set alight inside you it. The taste of him on your tongue was dissolving too fast for your liking. You needed more of his skin against yours, to taste him again and feel the fire in your bones he ignited melt away every one of your inhibitions. Your hands moved to clasp the collar of his shirt, pulling until the fabric ripped easily in your grasp to expose his chiselled torso. He grunted slightly as you swung him round into the wooden beam holding up the canopy of your shared bed, pushing him against the groaning wood and kissing him hungrily.

“Better.” Your voice was slightly muffled against his lips but Demetri seemed to understand, hands brushing down your sides to grope at your rear, pulling your hips against his own. You whined into his mouth, a dull, pulsing feeling shooting through your lower abdomen and fingers twitching to pull him closer, if such a thing were even possible. Demetri’s lips found your shoulder while yours moved along his jaw, a fiery kind of need building in you when one of his hands moved from your body. It wouldn’t do – you needed him touching you at all times. Every point of contact between you felt like a live wire, the electricity tangible and rippling across your skin. Demetri had made it very clear that every inch of him was for you and you alone and you had no qualms about letting your hands explore all of those inches. You could feel the firm muscles of his abdomen jumping beneath your feather light touch, but he wasn’t keen on submitting to your exploration of him for long.

The hand that had wandered from your body found its way into your hair, tugging sharply to pull your head back and expose your throat to him again. His tongue curled your ear lobe between his teeth, the heat of his breath and the way his breathing faltered ever so slightly in your ear sending another bolt of pure need straight between your thighs. This one was so vicious you couldn’t keep from squirming. He welcomed you against him, one arm curled tightly around your waist.

“Perhaps another day little one, tonight, I am in charge.” His voice was a low rumble in your ear and before you could fully comprehend that that delirious little whimpering sound was coming from you, he had you on your back, the soft mattress cradling your body but no replacement for his arms around you. He looked ethereal, kneeling before you with his chest glittering in the fading rays of light. He lapped up the last of the sun and reflected it beautifully in a dazzling display of rainbow colour before it was gone. In its place was a man carved by the Gods he believed in, his burgundy eyes taking you in so reverently there was no room for insecurity.

“Metri.” You reached for him, pouting slightly. He was too far away, leaving you wanting and cold. He was like a drug and you needed more of him, needed the velvet stroke of his tongue against yours, the silken feeling of his skin slipping against your own…you practically buzzed with a need to feel all these things again. Demetri set his hands atop your knees, knees that had pressed together when you had drawn your feet up, and with a light squeeze he slipped his hands up and between your thighs so he could part your legs.

“Do you want these gone Y/N?” he asked, smoothly running his hands back up till they were on your knees again. The apex of your thighs all but throbbed, your stomach swooping. His hands had been so close but so far to the ache you needed him to soothe. Nodding your head, you balled the sheets in your fists as you fought back the urge to move and pull him to you. You had never felt as restless in your life as you felt while waiting for him to come back and keep stoking the fire in your core. It was flickering out, simmering now where it had burned before, and the disappointment was something you could feel in your bones. His eyebrows rose slightly, his expression expectant and hands unmoving. You whined, hips wriggling in an effort to press closer to him.

“Metri, don’t tease me! If you’re going to take them off, then take them off!” you complained.

"I very much want to take them off but if you do not answer the question how will I know it is what you want?” he questioned, fiddling with the button of your jeans. Oh….oh…If you still had the capability to blush, you would have. He just wanted consent. Demetri’s eyes burned into your own, his body moving till he was hovering over you. The muscles of his back rippled and rolled with all the grace of a lion, a hunter, stalking its prey. His thumb and index finger clasped your jaw as he waited patiently for you to give him an answer. If you weren’t so stubborn you would have already begged him to touch you. As it was, the maddening proximity of his lips and the feel of his thumb brushing over your mouth was sending your mind reeling because  - oh the audacity of him to be this close and not kiss you!

“Please.” You ground out. He chuckled.

“Oh, now that sounded so reluctant.” He teased.

“Demetri if my pants aren’t off in the next ten seconds-“ his grip on your jaw tightened, cutting you off as his smouldering eyes narrowed on you.

“Oh they are coming off little one…I warned you that mouth of yours would get you in trouble.” He muttered. His mouth slanted against yours feverishly, his tongue quickly prodding and twirling around your own. The hand on your jaw relinquished its grip in favour of pushing down between your bodies to deftly undo the button of your jeans. He left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, leaving you gasping beneath him as your hands flew into the soft strands of his hair. It was impossible to keep the loud moan from escaping you when his mouth clamped first over one peaked nipple, then the other. A light tug of approval at his hair was rewarded with a low growl, one that vibrated through your ribs and was quickly followed by him sucking the sensitive flesh there in an effort to mark you as his – the fact your flesh would never bruise again didn’t seem to deter him from trying.

You were forced to let go of the soft strands of chestnut when he hit the waistband of your jeans, your hips pushing up so he could slip the fabric down over them and peel them from your legs. Toes curling, you felt the anticipation flood you and leave you immobile, breath caught in your throat as you waited for him to move. He stared at you for the longest while, eyes raking over every inch of your naked flesh as if deciding how best to make you fall apart.

Maybe he was.

“Metri please.” You begged, unable to take waiting any longer. His lips twitched upward.

“Consider it a lesson in patience, Y/N, “he chided lightly, “Move up the mattress slightly will you? I have no desire to ruin this moment by falling off the bed.” You giggled, your answering smile warm and genuine as you obeyed.

“Do you have enough room?” you asked. Demetri hummed, crouching between your legs once more as his fingers traced teasing patterns on your calves.

“I do. How attached are you to this particular set of underwear?” he asked. You frowned, mind slightly muddled by the distracting touch. His fingers were feather light against your skin, his barely there touch sending your thoughts spiralling as you thought of all the other places he could touch you, was going to touch you.

“My underwear? I…have others?” you asked, wondering if perhaps they were a colour he didn’t like or the design was –

“Well then.” He reached and pulled them from your body with ease, leaving you gasping and squirming in surprise. With a wink, he was suddenly between your thighs, his mouth attached to your clit and his eyes never losing yours as he suckled firmly. Eyes wide, you cried out in surprise, hands flying to his hair as an intense wave of relief overcame you. His mouth was blisteringly hot against all the most sensitive parts of you, and he knew how to play each part in perfect harmony. Demetri let go of your clit with a firm pop, his tongue dipping down between your folds to taste you, pressing flat and licking a long stripe from top to bottom. With a groan, you almost pulled his hair out at the roots when one of his hands snuck up to palm your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple at the same time as his tongue dipped shallowly into your core.

He was merciless in his torment, fanning the flames in your lower belly till your skin was feverish, your breathing uneven, and your mouth spewing the kinds of noises you had only ever heard in porn. Every nerve ending in your body was electric, your mind completely fogged with need for him. His scent in your nose only aroused you further because it was tainted somehow with something incredibly exciting, a smell that made your already hot and bothered body even more aroused. The sensation building in your gut was foreign to you but the tighter the knot became the more you got the sense you were on the edge of something extraordinary, Demetri never once ceasing his movements but keeping a firm eye on the way your expression contorted and your body squirmed.

He pulled away without warning.

Demetri had clearly planned the moment, his hands pulling yours from his hair and pinning them at your sides. His mouth was glistening, and it took you a moment through the haze of lust clouding your senses to understand it was your arousal – as if you weren’t already burning up so badly the venom in your veins might combust.

“I – no – what –“ you could barely force out a coherent sentence, breathing hard and squirming in discomfort as your core pulsed with unmet need. You were right on the precipice of release, so close and yet so far and falling further and further away from it with every moment he left you unattended. Demetri shot you a shark like grin.

“I told you that mouth of yours was going to get you into trouble, I think I am done eating for the day.” He told you. An almost unintelligible noise left your lips, your skin prickling and fingers twitching. Demetri didn’t leave you completely high and dry, letting go of one of your hands so he could trail his fingertips around you, teasingly slipping along your folds once or twice to gather some of the wetness there. You tried to push your hips further into his hand, the friction something you desperately craved. You had never felt anything quite like the lust you felt right now, your need for him unparalleled, worse even than the thirst had been in those first few days as a newborn. Venom stung the backs of your eyes, tears of sheer frustration you weren’t capable of spilling building alongside your desire. You couldn’t hold the whine that escaped you when he slipped a finger into you, knuckle deep and probing at your insides in search of something.

His face remained intrigued, enjoying your needy little expressions and noises as his fingers probed you expertly. He knew exactly how to move them without adding to your pleasure, teasing enough to keep you aroused but not enough to push you over the edge. Pushing up on your elbows you tried to get his name out, but all you could make was a garbled little sound as he slipped a second finger into you and curled them upward. He had clearly found the spot he was looking for, and you knew it had to be that one spot because his laughter when you threw your head back against the pillows was loud.

“Metri please.” You begged. He had been pressing feather light kisses to your ribs as he tortured you, the stretch as he spread his fingers apart not entirely pleasant but not painful either. It didn’t feel half as good as it did when he curled them. He hummed.

“Do you understand the lesson I am trying to teach you here?” he wondered. Even in your muddled state you go the message loud and clear. He had been toying with you all along, giving you exactly what you wanted only to withdraw it as he so desired. The message was simple, the delivery effective – Demetri was in control. Nodding, you stared at him pleadingly.

His head tilted. “Use your words little one.”

Oh, he was so going to pay for this…

“Yes.” You growled. Demetri’s fingers stopped dead, buried in your heat and remaining absolutely immobile. The groan that escaped you only seemed to make the mischief in his eyes brighter.

“I believe I said words. You see, the s on the end makes it plural so I expect more than one.” He smirked.

“Metri! I get it okay! You’re in charge just please – god please!” you implored, throwing away the last of your dignity in an effort to get some relief. Demetri nodded, his fingers stroking placatingly at your walls once more and slowly picking up speed. Your hips stopped squirming quite so much as Demetri ensured he touched you exactly where you needed him, and this time he didn’t stop until your moans trailed into a cry of his name that you were sure the Masters must have heard in the throne room. You couldn’t bring yourself to care in that moment as the aftershocks of your orgasm made your heat throb around his digits, your entire body having tensed and now unfurling slowly. It was a nice warm sensation that spread over you from head to toe, relaxing every muscle that had tensed as he wound you up. It was obvious already no other man could ever going to give you the same level of satisfaction, and you thanked whichever force of fate had paired you with this one.

“There we go, good girl.” He praised, trailing sweet kiss along your jaw. Lazily, you turned your head, searching for his mouth. Demetri happily obliged you, tongue languidly stroking yours with a contented hum. Unable to resist, you slid your hands into his hair again, his low growl sending a shiver through you. When you parted, you watched him slip his glistening fingers past his lips with wide eyes.

“Fuck.” You whispered. It was hotter than it had any right to be. Demetri laughed loudly, more than a little amused by your reaction if the glimmer in his eyes was anything to go by. You became aware of the hard length of him pressing into your thigh then, his body pressed against yours and hips rolling to alleviate some of his own arousal with a little friction. Turning onto your side you very carefully pushed him back, kissing him sweetly as your hand dipped down his stomach, feeling the muscles fluttering even though he kept still for you this time. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his clean hand playing with your hair. Though his eyes were darkened by lust he still stared at you adoringly in that way only Demetri ever seemed to be able to do.

“Help me help you?” you asked quietly. Clearly your mate had far more experience than you did. For once, your mind, body and soul was calm, your senses not so overwhelmed. If he could offer a little guidance to allow you to make him feel even a fraction of the contentment you felt, you had no qualms about asking. Demetri had created such an atmosphere that you put your trust in him explicitly, no embarrassment or insecurity required. He searched your face, looking for any sign of hesitation, and when he found none the hand that wasn’t playing with your hair pulled yours away from the bulge in his pants you were squeezing and towards his belt buckle.

“I highly doubt you can do any wrong.” He admitted ruefully. Having Demetri pleasure you was one thing, but knowing he trusted you to reciprocate was another. He moved to help you get him out of his pants, watching you carefully as you took in the length of him springing free from his boxers. If the little thrill that shot through you was noticeable he didn’t comment. He stood proudly against his stomach, playing with you having aroused him fully. Sensing your trepidation, Demetri took your hand and squeezed lightly.

“Sorry.” You said sheepishly. He shook his head.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Yes.” You didn’t hesitate to nod.  

Demetri nodded once in reply, settling himself back against the pillows and using his hands to guide your own around his cock. For a moment he simply let you get used to the feel of him in your hand, hot and hard, and then he carefully clasped your fingers around him a little more firmly.

“Do not grip me much tighter than this, this is the kind of pressure you want to exert.” He told you. His other hand was digging in the bedside drawer and with ease he tossed you an hourglass shaped bottle. Lube. Now this you had been taught about in sex ed, and though the execution was perhaps a little sloppy thanks to a stubborn cap, you squirted some into your palm and gripped him again. He exhaled sharply.

“Did I hold you too tight?” you asked worriedly. He shook his head, grinning slightly.

“Next time, do me a favour and warm up the lube a little first love?” he teased. Sticking your tongue out, you smoothly slid your hand up his shaft. He sighed, shivering a little and letting his eyes flutter closed. He hummed appreciatively, letting you get a hang of the up and down motion he seemed to enjoy. The slick sounds of your hand moving along his cock might have made you squirm under any other circumstance, but the atmosphere was calm, relaxed, and you felt comfortable taking it slow, teasingly experimenting with different ways to touch him. He growled slightly when you passed your fingers over a vein, his brows furrowing in pleasure when your thumb ran over the head of his cock. He was clearly fighting against making any noise but the sharp, huff of air through his nose every now and then let you know he was enjoying it more than he let on.

“How are you doing?” you asked him. Time seemed useless here and you couldn’t count the minutes that had passed since you’d landed in bed together, but you felt a small sense of accomplishment when he grunted and thrust up into your hand. It didn’t really matter anyway. You could have spent an eternity like this.  

“I need you to tell me what you want again because I could easily finish like this, but I would much rather be inside of you.” He confessed freely. Your stomach fluttered, heat pulsing through you at the mere thought. It had been unexpected, just how arousing watching your mate come undone to your touch alone could be, but you couldn’t deny that the sticky feeling at the apex of your thighs was back with a vengeance. It had never really gone away but your skin was starting to prickle with heat again at his blunt confession, and the longer you spent watching him twitch and bite back his sounds the stronger the need pulsing in you became. Demetri groaned softly as your thumb ran over him once more.

“I told you already Metri, I want you.” You said decisively.

“Then I – ah – I will need you to stop touching me fairly quickly.” He admitted, thrusting into your hand again with a grunt. With a giggle, you teasingly slowed your movements to a halt, giving him one last squeeze for good measure before pulling your sticky hand back. Demetri deftly tossed you some tissue to clean your hand off with and quickly sat up, cupping the back of your head to pull your mouth to his. His kisses were all searing heat and need, hungry in the way that his mouth devoured yours. He made it seem effortless, the way he rolled you onto your back and situated himself between your thighs again, one hand tangled in your hair and the other reaching to clasp your thigh over his hip.

Taking the hint, you lifted the leg he couldn’t reach until you had locked both of them around him, keeping him trapped close to you until that tangible electricity was sparking between your skin, jumping from his flesh to yours and back again. The hand in your hair slid free, the one on your thigh pushing up your body deftly until he had your wrists in his grasp and was expertly interlocking them above your head. Your neck strained slightly to look up, watching with wide eyes as he pinned one wrist beneath the other and ensured they were locked in place against the pillow by his palm.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“I thought you had learned your lesson? I am in charge Y/N and the rules are simple. Keep your hands up and do not touch me until I say you can. Think of this as…an exercise in self-control.” He chuckled, mouthing his way down the column of your throat. You wanted to gulp, to tell him it was unfair because already your fingers were itching to card through the soft strands of hair tickling your jaw. Demetri kissed his way back down your body, his lips closing repeatedly over your flesh as his hand groped for the lube he’d dropped earlier. Pursing your lips, you tried not to let your frustration with him show. You wanted him, all of him, regardless of how daunting it was. So why was he still teasing you? The lube was cold as he let his fingers rub over you with quick, firm movements. His burgundy eyes flickered up, pupils blown and almost swallowing the irises.

“Metri.” You groaned in frustration as he slipped two of his fingers into your heat, curling and stretching. How he had such self-control when he clearly wanted this as much as you did was beyond you.

“Now what did we say about patience little one?” he chided, leaning down to kiss your clit gently. A soft whine escaped you, the warmth of his breath and the feel of his fingers making your toes curl. The stretch when he added a third was minimal given how liberal he was being with his bottle of lube, and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief when he finally applied some to himself after an agonising eternity of feeling too little of him. His eyes searched yours, looking for any last sign of hesitation as he hovered over you. Your hands twitched, wanting to cup his cheek and drag him to you for a kiss, but you feared he’d leave you needy and wanting again if you broke his one, simple rule. Instead, you settled for a simple nod, and with a quiet whisper of something in a language you didn’t know, Demetri finally settled himself on one elbow and eased into you with a slow roll of his hips.

His heavy breathing and the quiet curse that escaped him made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Demetri clasped his free hand over your hip, pulling you into him as he spread his legs and squirmed to get closer. It didn’t seem possible for him to be any deeper inside of you, not when you were sure the head of his cock was kissing your very soul. His eyes had never left yours the entire time he did this, watching you in open-mouthed awe as your back arched and your heels dug into the tops of his thighs to pull him closer. Demetri pressed his forehead to yours and your hands moved of their own accord, the need to touch him overwhelming. With a quiet snarl he quickly took his hand from your hip and pinned them back above your head. Gasping, you tightened your thighs around him to prevent him from pulling out of you, using as much of your newborn strength as you could without hurting him.

“No, don’t, please, I’m sorry!” you begged. Laughing breathlessly, Demetri nudged your nose with his own, the sweet kiss that followed relaxing you, beguiling you into thinking you wouldn’t face punishment for breaking his one rule. What a fool you were. The moment your legs loosened their grip on his hips he had pulled out of you, and you gave an indignant little cry that made his eyes flash.

“I gave you one simple rule. Give me your hands, now.” He ordered. Any thoughts of complaining fled your mind when the delightful little quiver that ran down your spine landed in your core. It was clear to see why so many in the guard respected his authority, and for the briefest moment you had enough startling clarity to realise you would be one of the guard expected to follow his orders in a few short months, but if he gave them in that authoritative tone…you so hoped it was a contextual thing and it wouldn’t sound so horrifically arousing anywhere outside of the bedroom. What you didn’t need was anyone else smelling the arousal that flooded you when he spoke like that.

Biting your lip, you obediently held out your hands. Demetri moved backwards, bending at the waist to reach towards the floor at the foot of your bed. He pulled up his shirt and ripped the sleeve from it, making you gasp. He chuckled, the sound dark and filled with lust.

“You already ruined the buttons.” He reminded you. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as he moved back towards you, taking hold of your wrists and moving them towards the headboard again. His mouth claimed yours once more, hips rocking to slide his cock through your wetness. The friction against your clit made you whine, the feel of him hot and hard between your folds almost too much to bear. It thoroughly distracted you from the fact he had threaded his shirt sleeve through the fancy filigree of the headboard, then looped it around your wrists in such an intricate knot you doubted that Einstein would have known where to start with unravelling it.

“Metri!” you protested, giving the fabric a tug. Once your instincts took over your struggling against the bonds were inevitable, but Demetri was quick to ease the innate panic in your newborn mind.

“You are stronger than the fabric of the shirt little one, you can free yourself whenever you so desire, but if this is too much tell me now.” His voice rumbled through your bones, the touch of his hand on your cheek light. All movement had ceased and your mind was slipping into a different kind of frenzy than you were used to. With a gasp, you leaned into his touch and squeezed your eyes tight. The need you felt was unparalleled and you could quickly feel yourself becoming overwhelmed by it all.

“I – I just want – ugh please.” You groaned. Demetri stroked your cheek lightly, whispering your name gently. His eyes were concerned as he pulled back slightly, calling your attention to him a little more. It was somewhat easier to think when he wasn’t ensnaring all of your senses like that. You could feel him, but he wasn’t the only thing you could see anymore. You counted the cracks in the wooden canopy to try and ground yourself, inhaled the prominent smell of his arousal but caught the fresh loaves the nearby bakery always put in the oven at night. Able to focus a little better again through the pulsing in your core you managed to recall his question, taking a few deep breaths. He was right of course, this was just a shirt, the fabric flimsy. Him on the other hand…

“This is okay. I just need you. I need you.” You promised. Demetri hummed, nodding slightly and pressing a light kiss to your jaw.

“If it becomes too much, simply break free.” He whispered, moving his mouth along your jaw. His thrust was sudden and unexpected, drawing a yelp from you he swallowed with a searing kiss. He didn’t stay still this time either, drawing his hips back before he rolled them into yours once more. A drawn-out moan had him shuddering as your legs came up to latch about his once more. Demetri didn’t hesitate to settle himself on one elbow, the steady roll of his hips never ceasing as he fought to be as close to you as possible. The full feeling didn’t abate, the ebb and flow of it as he thrust into you maddening on a whole other level. That lust-filled frenzy crept back into your mind slowly but surely and you found yourself helplessly set adrift on it.

Demetri could do nothing but watch in awe as your pleasure mounted, your body welcoming him again and again as he speared into your heat with firmer, quicker thrusts. He was never going to last, not when your eyes were rolling into the back of your skull and those delirious little noises were tumbling from your lips. He was quite sure you had no idea you were making them, your hips sloppily moving to meet him stroke for stroke. With a groan he slipped his hand down your thigh, hooking it beneath your knee so he could bring your leg up and over his shoulder. It changed the game entirely. He was deeper now, his hips driving up into yours at a new angle with more ferocity, and you seemed to completely succumb to him.

“God Metri.” You moaned. It was the first coherent thing you’d said to him in a while and he jumped on the opportunity.

“So good, you are doing so well little one,” he groaned, hips slapping against your own as he moved a little more frantically, “Are you okay?” the panted question was met with black eyes, your irises completely darkened by a delirious sort of need. Nostrils flaring, you snarled quietly and tugged hard on the bonds shackling your wrists – perhaps too hard. Demetri didn’t seem to care, meeting your snarl with a growl of his own as he pressed closer in an effort to pin you down. You didn’t care for it. All you knew was Demetri. He was above you, encasing you, inside you. His comforting presence was now absolutely infuriating. Nothing felt close enough, deep enough. He was all you could smell, all you could taste, all you could feel, but it wasn’t enough to drive your overheated body over the edge just yet. You were close though, oh so close.

In a quick series of movements you had used your leg to push him back, only to reach and pull him back beneath you. Demetri gasped slightly as his back hit the mattress, but you gave him absolutely no reprieve, straddling his hips and taking his cock in hand to line him up with your entrance. It took more than one attempt, your body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure and desire coursing through you, completely lost in the hazy little bubble of lust and love, but the moment you sank down on him you knew this was just what you had needed. If the little smirk on his lips was anything to go by, it was what he had expected to. He moved to try and sit up, embrace you, but you slammed your hands into his chest and shoved him back to the mattress with a growl. Demetri squeezed his eyes closed, breath coming in quick little pants now as he let you take the lead, his scorching palms finding your hips and getting a firm grip so he could pause you for just long enough to draw his knees up slightly, planting his feet on the mattress.

The only way to describe the next few minutes was animalistic. Demetri drove up into you as you slammed yourself down onto him, completely lost in your ecstasy. The pair of you were perfectly in synch and growing increasingly desperate for release as you crashed together over and over. The screech of something metallic was prominent in your ears, Demetri grunting your name. His chest was almost crumbling beneath your touch, your fingers having clawed at his skin and living hairline cracks in their wake. You quickly moved them to the pillow by his head, bending over far enough he could latch his mouth to your breast. You threw your head back, hips swivelling frantically against his own as the growing tension in your core exploded outward without warning.

For a moment, you swore you felt his pleasure to, finding it impossible to breathe as your muscles clenched again and again, the waves of euphoria drowning you repeatedly. It was impossible to separate one moment from the next, colours bursting in your mind as your body slumped against his. Demetri sat up to catch you the moment you began to quiver. He held you up dutifully even when his bones turned to jelly, the pleasure more intense than he was used to but nothing that was too overwhelming for him. His brain had short-circuited for just a moment when he came, bursts of lightning streaking down his spine and through his cock till he was completely spent, just like you. He rolled you carefully onto your back, pulling out of you to give you some space to recover. For a while, there was nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing mingling in the air, the world calming as some sort of equilibrium was restored to your body.

Sapped of your strength, you opened your eyes to a thousand floating feathers. They fell as silently and gracefully as snow, the soft caress of them against your skin making you shudder as you lifted a hand to catch one and promptly let it fall back against the pillow when you realised you really hadn’t the energy to do so. A fresh explosion of feathers from behind your head made you gasp, and you rolled your head to try and find the source. The pillow beneath your head was torn open, a jagged line revealing the innards of your pillow with what appeared to be four equally as rugged lines either side of it where you vaguely recalled placing your fingers when you switched positions earlier.

Demetri lay on his side, one arm beneath his head as he watched your reaction. Above your heads the headboard was broken, its centre collapsing inwards and the grooves in the wood surrounding the damage cracked open. Pursing your lips, you tried to quell the rising embarrassment as you pushed yourself up. Though your body protested heartily you forced yourself to if only to find the missing piece of your headboard. You immediately buried your face in your pillow again when you found it had shattered into splinters near the door to your room…the opposite side of the room.

Demetri’s laughter filled your ears, his lips pressing warmly to your shoulder in a sweet, lingering kiss.

“I broke our bed.” You squeaked.

“I expected as much.” He chuckled. His fingers ghosted up and down your spine, relaxing you as only he could. Oddly enough, there was no heat behind his touch now. It was warm and gentle but it didn’t stir any sort of fire inside you, didn’t make you crave him in that same, carnal way it had previously. Everything was tranquil, your body satiated and mind calm. He emitted something comforting you wanted to wrap yourself in and never emerge from.

“You knew?” you asked finally, wearily turning your body to face him. Demetri’s hand moved from your back to your side, playing along your ribs as he hummed with a wicked grin.

“I ordered a new one weeks ago, we simply have to remove it from storage and put it together. I must say I was expecting you to take control a lot sooner than you did.” He mused. Your face twisted in a confused expression and Demetri patiently waited for your mind to connect the dots. With a little gasp, you did so.

“Okay firstly it was very presumptuous of you to order a bed frame weeks ago. Secondly, you knew I was going to go all…she-hulk?” you demanded, slightly mortified at the knowledge.

“It happens to us all little one, another right of passage in this life…nothing can truly prepare you for how good an enhanced sense of touch can make physical pleasure feel,” he brushed your hair back from your face when you tried to hide yourself with it, “Besides, I had heard it is supposed to be even more intense between mates…I confess I found myself quite disbelieving until I felt myself.”

“So I’m not just that good at sex?” you asked wryly. Demetri laughed, bringing you into his chest so he could kiss you slowly, deeply. Oh…oh these were your new favourite type of kisses for sure, you were glad you had no need to breathe anymore.

“Oh you are very good little one but tell me you do not feel it? The mate bond feels stronger.” He pointed out. For a moment you let the silence grow. He wasn’t wrong. There was always some sort of connection that led you back to Demetri, some sort of invisible force that signified his presence as a part of you, his presence thrumming through your veins. It had almost doubled in its intensity now, the strong pull you had felt before seeming meagre in comparison to this. You had no words to describe just how full your heart felt, his adoring gaze and gentle touch making your chest burst open again and again, overflowing with affection for this man.

“I love you so much.” You whispered. Demetri smiled.

“I love you to Y/N, always,” he promised, nose brushing yours in a sweet eskimo kiss, “Wait here, I shall get the bath running for us and ring down for Gianna to change the bedsheets.” You pouted as he parted from you, sitting up and realising for the first time now that the bed sheets had been torn apart to.

“Oh come on, there is no way I destroyed the whole bed!” you protested. Demetri chuckled, pushing to his feet. You bit your lip, taking in all his naked glory. From abdominals that were carved form marble to the perfect, luscious outline of his buttocks, it was beyond comprehension how you had managed to bag a statue of David lookalike. Glancing at you over his shoulder, Demetri sent you a wink, strolling leisurely to the bathroom as your jaw dropped. A mischievous little smile worked its way onto your lips, a smug feeling blossoming in your chest as you realised you weren’t the only one who had gotten a little delirious with pleasure. Demetri was clearly not as in control as he thought.

Wrapping the torn-up sheet around you, you padded towards the bathroom when you heard the water begin to crash into the luxurious tub. Demetri glanced at you as you walked in before turning to the shelves that held his prized bath oils.

“You almost wear it like a trophy.” He said, amusement colouring his voice warmly. He wrapped an arm around you when you stepped into his side once he was done adding his chosen scents to the tub. You were immediately comforted by the smell of camomile and jasmine floating up with the steam. Nuzzling into his chest, you hummed contentedly. He felt like home.  

“Maybe I should, the big bad tracker unravelled by a manic little newborn, seems like something I should get a trophy for.” You shot back with a grin. His head shook good-naturedly, his grin ever widening. With the hand that wasn’t holding up the bedsheet, you reached for his and looped your pinkies together. He tightened his finger around yours, bringing the interlocking pinkies to his lips. He didn’t need to know that this time, it was you who was making him a promise, one you intended to keep. It needed to be this way forever, you decided. You needed him to always look this happy, this relaxed, it was vital to your very sanity. You could fulfil that promise at the very least.

You would live your happily ever after together until time brought it to an end, and time…well you had a lot of that, didn’t you?  

[luminouspoes]

After Poe being tortured by Kylo Ren in TFA, he would have some kind of PTSD.... So I was thinking can you write about Poe having nightmares about that, and the reader comforting him? Just pure fluff

Warnings: some references to Poe’s torture/nightmares & PTSD 

It’s well past midnight when you shuffle into the shipyard, a sweater tucked around you and a toolkit hung around your hips. You couldn’t sleep, so you figure it would be a good time to get ahead on some of the repairs you needed to do tomorrow, which included some minor repairs on Poe’s newest ship.

He hadn’t crashed it or gotten it blown up yet, which you supposed was an improvement, the most damage his X-Wing sustained in his last mission was some blown fuses and carbon scoring. 

You’re surprised to already find a technician’s ladder rolled up against the hull of the ship when you arrive. You glance around, but find that the Resistance base is surprisingly quiet, save the sounds of wildlife emitting from Ajan Kloss’ jungles. You step up on the ladder and clamber up to the top, where you find Poe Dameron asleep in the cockpit.

His head is tilted back against the headrest like he fell asleep looking up at the stars - which he probably did - and while the sight is certainly endearing, he doesn’t seem to be sleeping well. His expression is screwed up and he’s fidgeting in his seat quite a bit. Worried, you rap your knuckles against the closed window to get his attention. It works - a little too well because Poe jolts upright abruptly and slams his head into the roof.

You wince apologetically as his eyes fall on you. His eyes soften around the corners, and he presses the switch to unlock the ship’s canopy as he runs a hand over his sore head. You push up on the canopy so you can rest your arms just on the edge, then you lean forward. “You’ve got to stop falling asleep out here, Dameron.”

“Well, at least I sleep,” Poe says defensively. “I’m not sure that you do, as many times as you keep finding me out here.”

“Insomnia is my best friend,” you retort wryly, stepping down the rungs when Poe goes to stand up. You hop down instead of taking the last couple of steps, then steady the ladder as Poe steps onto it. Instead of doing the civilized thing and walking down, Poe just grips the handlebars and slides down till his feet land on the soft grass beside you. 

“Which I’m sure has nothing to do with the amount of caf you inhale.”

You skirt around his crack about your caf addiction. “So what’s your excuse for sleeping in this thing and not - oh, I don’t know - your quarters?”

He doesn’t meet your gaze, instead, his dark brown eyes sweep back up to the canopy of stars above. “The stars calm me down.”

You sidle up closer to him, following his gaze. There are thousands of glittering stars, too many to take in all at once. You’re tempted to point out a few systems you think you recognize, but you remain quiet because looking up makes everything on the ground fall to the wayside, and you kind of want to embrace that.

“You’re still having nightmares?” You finally ask, sliding your gaze from the sky to the star standing beside you. There really is no other way to describe Poe, in your mind. He’s a bright light in the middle of all this darkness, with an irresistible gravitational pull that brings people together. 

“Yeah.” He admits, voice rough. His content expression slips to a pained one. “They were starting to go away, I don’t get why they’re so much worse recently.”

You step around in front of him, taking his face in your hands. “Trauma’s not a straight line, anything could have triggered them. A recent mission, the way someone phrased something, general anxiety -” you brush your thumb along his cheekbone where you can just barely make out the faint outline of a scar - “Which there’s plenty of, anymore.”

Poe hums in acknowledgment, catching your wrist and bringing your hands down. He doesn’t let go though, instead, he pinches the fabric of the sweater as he thinks. “Outta all the things I’ve seen, I can’t believe I let that brute get to me most of all.”

You shake your head. “Nope, we’re not doing that.” You press a kiss to his nose, which he scrunches his face up at, ticklish. “You didn’t let him do anything, that’s not how this works.”

“How does this work, then?” Poe asks, sounding both genuinely curious and frustrated.

“It works by you not blaming yourself for your trauma.” You reply with ease. “You’re already doing well.”

“How so, doc?”

You tip backward and make a sweeping gesture towards the sky. “You found something to calm yourself down, enough to sleep by.”

“Not very well,” Poe admits as he rubs the back of his neck. “I was having another nightmare when you showed up, and besides...falling asleep in an X-Wing isn’t the most reliable way to catch up on sleep.”

You look down sheepishly, trying to muster up the courage to say what you're thinking. “You could, um, stay with me. If you want.” There's a leaf just by the toe of your boot with a fascinating set of bright orange veins that pop against the dull yellow of the leaf, so you stare at it as your question is met with a beat of silence.

“In your quarters?”

“No, in the X-Wing.” You retort sardonically. You fix Poe with a well, duh expression. “Yes, my quarters. I don't sleep well at night anyway, so you could...lay down and if I notice anything bothering you, I can wake you up.”

You entirely expect him to decline, but instead, he asks, “You wouldn't mind?”

“You're my friend, of course, I wouldn't mind.” You reply, cheeks warming. “Besides the Resistance needs its favorite commander well-rested.” 

“Are you sure it's the Resistance's favorite commander and not yours?” Poe asks with a tiny smile, and you swat at his arm. He dodges easily, catching your hand again, but this time he tugs you forward. You stumble against him, one hand landing on his chest as he looks down at you with a soft expression. 

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a warm embrace, his chin resting on the crown of your head. Despite your hammering heart, you melt instantly against him. Few people gave hugs like Poe Dameron did.

“Thank you.” He murmurs faintly as he moves his head to press a kiss to your hairline. 

“Always.” You say when he draws back. You extend your hand to him, wiggling your fingers slightly. Poe chuckles, takes your hand, and you lead him back to your quarters. 

You don't pass anyone on the way there, which is fine by you and by Poe too, you're sure, but by the time you're stepping into your room with Poe hanging sheepishly behind your heels, a wave of exhaustion has hit you. Still, you're true to your word, so you motion at the mattress. “Have at it,” you tell him as you move toward your desk. 

Poe doesn't even pull down the duvet, just toes off his shoes and sits gingerly on the edge of the bed like he's afraid he'll break it. “You sure about this? I don't like the idea of you staying up all night to make sure I sleep. Where'd we be if one of Rose's best techs were falling asleep on the job cos of me?”

“I told you, I'm not even tired -” you hide a yawn behind your hand and cough, but Poe's eyebrow shoots upward so you know you've been caught - “I mean, I'm tired, but not enough to sleep.”

Poe leans forward off the bed, grabbing you by the sleeve of your sweater, and gently tugs you forward. You could hold your ground if you want, but you shuffle forward anyway, a tiny smile tugging at your lips. 

“You need your rest too, you know. I can always sleep on the floor or go back to my quarters.” 

“You're not sleeping on my floor.” You scoff, “And I think we've already established that you’re having trouble sleeping in your quarters.”

“The X-Wing is always available.” 

“Or we could just share the bed.” You don't mean to say it aloud - you don't think - but it slips out anyway. Part of you flounders, but it's overridden by your concern for his screwed up sleep schedule, so you continue on, “It's not like we haven't fallen asleep together before.”

Those times were different and you know it - falling asleep huddled together over datapads in the corner of the debriefing room was totally different than dozing off in the same bed.

Poe stands up and you start to think he’s going to leave, but instead, he gestures at the bed. “Pick your side.”

“Really?” You ask, moving to your favored side, closest to the wall. Unlike Poe, you yank the duvet down and snuggle in before patting the space next to you. He climbs on just as warily as before, feet kicked over the blanket.

“I figured there was a 50/50 shot of me finding you asleep outside my door if I tried to leave,” Poe says with a light smile and you whack him with one of the bed pillows. He isn’t wrong, you’re well-known around the base for your dedication to looking out for your friends, and that sounds...exactly like what you were planning to do if he wasn’t going to stick around.

He settles on the bed beside you, a low sigh escaping his lips as he stares up at the ceiling. You twist onto your side, propping your head up with your elbow. “Poe?”

He hums in response, not immediately taking his eyes off the ceiling. 

“It’s okay to be afraid, you know.” 

He turns his head to look down at you softly. “I know, I just...wish I wasn’t.”

You seek out his hand in the dark. As soon as you find it, you thread your fingers together. You wish none of this happened, it makes you angry when you think about it. “No one wants to be afraid, but it’s okay. You don’t have to deal with this alone.”

“Everyone’s counting on me. Leia’s counting on me.” 

“You really think the General doesn’t have nightmares either?” You counter. His gaze flicks back up to meet yours. You shift again, scooting a little closer. “Rey’s mentioned having nightmares, so has Finn. Even Jess has them, you know that better than anyone. People are all counting on them, so what makes you so different?”

“I just...don’t wanna let her down.” He’s talking about Leia, you realize.

You shake your head. “Poe Dameron, that’s impossible. No one understands the General quite like you do.” You bump your knee against his side, “I’m pretty sure no one understands you quite like the General does.”

“I don’t know about that.” Poe chuckles and looks back up at the ceiling. “There’s this person who always seems to know what I’m thinking.”

“Oh? What are they like, then, have I met them?”

“Probably. They’re a technician. One of Rose’s best, actually. Chewed me up one side and down the other for strapping experimental tech onto Black One before it got destroyed. Usually drags me to bed when they find me out cold in an X-Wing.”

Your cheeks warm. “They sound like a handful.”

“They are,” Poe agrees and you resist the urge to swat him with a pillow. “Stubborn like you wouldn’t believe, strong sense of justice, has an even bigger heart and will do anything for the people they care about. They’re a damn good friend - even if they keep their room below freezing -” he emphasizes this last part by finally ducking under the blankets and you bark out a laugh.

“It’s not that cold.” 

“Oh, yes it is,” Poe argues with a shiver. You roll your eyes and settle back into your pillow as he settles on his side, his back to you.

After a long moment of silence, you say, “Hey, Poe?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re a damn good friend, too.”

You’re met with a sheepish laugh, and you cautiously throw an arm around his torso. He doesn’t react for a minute, but just as you’re about to pull away, he wraps his hand around yours and pulls it up to his chest. You smile and awkwardly move closer, burying your face in between his shoulder blades.

It doesn’t take long for his breathing to even out, but you stay up for a while longer to make sure he’s in a steady sleep, but for the first time all evening, he seems relaxed and peaceful, so you close your eyes and murmur against his shirt, “G’night, flyboy.” 

[sunjaesol]

i’m getting old, it makes me reckless

canon compliant juke | angst | title: when we were young // adele

The band ended their last song in a clash of instruments and vocals, roaring above the audience yelling the lyrics right back. It was the biggest venue yet, the arena stretching far and wide and holding more people than Julie could imagine. Her throat was aching, but it was all worth it. Every note savoured. Every lyric tasted till it staled on her tongue.

It was the gig before she left for college, leaving a whole lot more behind than this arena with the thousands of adoring strangers.

All four were drenched in sweat. Alex, with his hands red from an insanely elaborate three minute drum solo. Luke, with his callouses aching and slick, barely holding on to the strings. Reggie, no longer wearing his leather jacket and hair come undone. Julie, glitter on her cheeks mixed with the sweat and hair like a raging lion. They looked and felt maniacal. They played the concert of the year. The absolute euphoria they experienced wouldn’t be gone for a while, though her blush would quickly fade.

Now, she could still pretend Luke and her were still together. Now, even Alex and Reggie were kept in the dark from their long dreaded decision. Now, the idea that she stood on stage with the loves of her life was enough for a satisfied smile to bloom on her lips.

“Thank you!”, she bellowed into the mic. The audience didn’t stop. Screaming, whistling, asking for more. Encore, encore, encore! They were all out of songs though, having played their anthem again when they asked for it the first time. Covers seemed like a lackluster ending to the night, the band members shooting each other doubtful looks. The finality of it all ached her.

Luke’s gaze caught hers; troubled, unable to keep the sorrow at bay. Had this been any other concert, she would’ve kissed him backstage and remind him that feeling empty after giving it his all was normal. That she felt that too. She wouldn’t do that though. And she also had an inkling his expression wasn’t about that.

Words pushed themselves out of her throat before she thought about it. “I have something. It’s a cover though. Do you guys like covers?”

Another salvo of applause and shrieks, a sea of phones getting whipped out to capture every move. Reggie approached her with a slight frown.

“What’re you thinking, Julie?”

She moved away from the mic. “Is it alright if I do a solo cover?”

His casual nod caused nerves to coil in her stomach, only now realising what she did. What she was about to do to herself. The bassist made a sign at the boys to get off stage, Luke’s fingers ghosting her back (not entirely, never entirely, she has never truly felt the atoms of his hands touch her) and following the boys into the wings.

Curiosity buzzed around the concert hall, Julie making her way to the grand piano on the left of the stage and attaching her mic in the designated stand. When she looked into void, it instantly quieted down. Her timid voice was like a sharp thread slicing the air.

“This next song, uh…” Swallowing back the feeling of loss that simmered right beneath her skin, she took a deep breath. A needle could drop, so silent everyone heard her pained intake. “I’ve taught it myself a while ago. It’s quite melancholic, but I’ve always been a bit like that, I guess.”

Her feet found the pedals, fingers the well-loved keys. The lights were hot on her skin, yet a certain person’s stare felt more fiery than anything else.

Julie took another steadier breath. “Thank you once more for a beautiful night, LA. This is ‘When We Were Young’.”          

The beginning notes caused another uproar from people recognising the song, lighters and phone flashlights flickering up one by one like stars. She sunk into the notes, let her hands find the familiar path as all she could think about was Luke. Every word would be laced with the memory of him.

He wasn’t gone, but he might as well had stolen her heart and vanished into the night with it.  

With her eyes shut, the first lyrics uttered melodically from her lips.

Everybody loves the things you do From the way you talk, to the way you move

(A fifteen year old Julie watched as the crowd ate up Luke’s guitar solo, the riff an electrifying ensemble of unique sounds that shouldn’t work but somehow did. He played it for them, but his torso was twisted her way, like his body couldn’t decide who he preferred. Back then, Julie presumed it was the crowd, obviously. Music was everything for Luke. Music and nothing more. Sure, that included her and the boys, but she had accepted quickly on she’d never claim that top spot in his heart. And she was fine with that. It hurt a little, except then she’d remind herself of her own love for music and what a gift it was playing in a band like theirs. To be the name people sought out online.

Luke shot some winks to the first row, dropping to his knees to get him even closer to the fans. Alex caught her eye when she turned around, rolling his good-naturedly. Luke being Luke, it meant.

“It doesn’t inflate your ego, does it?”, she teased hours later, slumped on opposite sides of the couch.

He scoffed, a smile edging his lips. “Are you jealous?”

“It is-” she pulled herself upright, brown peering into the curious green. “-merely an observation.”

“An observation.” He mimicked her, all of a sudden not so far away. Their legs were brushing and if she leaned in, she could kiss him. His head tilted, never one to stop teasing. “Right.”

The high of a good performance made her say it. “Do you want me to be?”

When he kissed her, she expected his lips to be cold. Ghost-cold. Instead, they were warm and soft, like in her dreams, and he smiled when she kissed him back - also like in her dreams. It had been short, the way his nose brushed hers a promise for more.)      

Everybody here is watching you 'Cause you feel like home, you're like a dream come true

(They quickly found an escape from the hysteria in Griffith Park. It was closeby Julie’s house and its sweeping nature left enough places for Julie and Luke to hide and be with each other without disturbances. It was a bit unorthodox for a teenage couple to burrow themselves in the forest, but she supposed she threw normality out the window the moment she decided she wanted to date a ghost.

Luke sighed, body dropping on the soft grass and pulling her with him. His beanie fell off, a pleased smile quirking on her lips as she raked a hand through his locks. It was always a cause for celebration whenever he got rid of the hat, the impending doom of baldness something she’d warn him about had he still been alive. Julie pushed the thought back. She couldn’t think that way. A finger curled around a soft strand of hair.  

His nose pressed in her cheek, coaxing her closer until she snugly fit in the curve of his body. Lips moved against her skin. “Can I keep you here? Screw homework.”

Julie chuckled. Her meandering hand sloped to his chest, circling the soft fabric of his sweater. “Unfortunately, calculus and I have a date tonight.”

“You’re seeing someone else?”, he gasped. “Julie!”

“I know.” His laugh reverberated, the sound melting into her skin as she pushed herself impossibly close. Adding, her voice was muffled: “Very sneaky of me.”

Luke’s arms fully wrapped around her, humming contently at their new position of having her half-sprawled on top of him. If it wasn’t for the slight flush on his cheeks, she’d think he completely cool about this. It made her smile. He may act all tough sometimes, but he was just as new to this as she was.

She tapped against the red. “The macho is gone.”

He rolled his eyes, though it held a glimmer of fondness. It was for her, she giddily remembered. The way he faltered in quiet awe, soft and timid, was for her. Reaching to kiss him, the blaring declaration that he was home rang in her head.

She didn’t tell him that. Ever.)    

But if by chance you're here alone Can I have a moment before I go? 'Cause I've been by myself all night long Hoping you're someone I used to know

(“Sixteen,” he bellowed. “Is there a song about being sixteen?!”

She laughed. “Ellie Goulding has one, I think. You wanna sing me a song about being sixteen-”

“Cause you are sixteen!” He hoisted himself on the grand piano, grinning at her from across the studio. She tried as best as she could to match it.

Birthdays have felt like taboo ever since the boys came into her life. She aged, they didn’t, and eventually they would have to disband. Eventually, everyone would notice how they were frozen in time. Eventually, she and Luke would be too far apart in ages.

Julie has dreaded her birthday since the first time her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

Sensing something was off, the frown replaced the grin. “You okay, Jules?”

“Yeah,” she dismissed, waving him off with an air of nonchalance. It was easy for her, something she became an expert in after her mom passed. “Just tired from school.”

He poofed in front of her, hands massaging into her shoulders. She couldn’t look at him. And then she said it anyway.

“Are you okay?”

The unsaid was clear, him stilling as his jaw locked in place. It was then that something cracked between them. Unnoticeable, like a small line in a ceramic cup. They were fine after, but never before had they stamped an expiration date on their relationship. Her simple question changed everything.

He coughed, struggling with the smile. It felt rehearsed. “Course,” he muttered. “I’m good.”)  

You look like a movie You sound like a song My God, this reminds me of when we were young

(He breathed into the kiss like she himself gave him life, hot and open-mouthed and tongues caressing to feel more. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, legs straddling his waist in the safety of her bedroom. He left no space between them. Flush together, fingers pressing into her back, breaths and grins mingling when they parted for air. How she got him breathless, she wouldn’t ask. The fact that he did, was enough for her. He never felt like a ghost to her. Not before they started dating and certainly not now.

Each kiss was like music to her ears. Each touch alighting her skin with sparks of affection and need.

“God, I love you,” he whispered.

Her dazzling smile stretched against his jaw, halting in place. She giggled. “You love me?”

Their eyes met, his hooded from passion as he slowly tracked her face. “It’s not obvious?”

“It is.” A tender kiss brushed his lips, thumbs swiping his cheekbones with that boundless devotion she never wanted to let go of. It was the most blissful feeling in the world.

Julie uttered it right back. “I love you too.”)    

Her voice exploded into an anguished belt, head rolling back as the lyrics flew into the sky. If she hit her notes, if she was making any sense, if the audience was worried - it didn’t matter. Julie needed this. This was her goodbye.

Let me photograph you in this light In case it is the last time that we might Be exactly like we were before we realised We were sad of getting old, it made us restless It was just like a movie It was just like a song

(Julie jumped on top of him in a sneak attack. Armed with her Polaroid camera, she swerved out the way from his grabby hands as she took shot after shot. Her laughing boyfriend snatched her by her side, fingers like spider tickling her until she relented with tears in her eyes. Strewn around them were the pictures, still processing.

“What’re you doing?”, he chuckled.

Julie plucked a Polaroid from her mattress and began waving it around. “You look so cute,” was her simple answer. His grin widened at that.

“Only now?”

“I wanted to capture you just like this. When-” When we’re like this, so goddamn happy and in love. “When you look all…” While Julie mimicked his face, Luke planted his hands on the mattress to pull himself up and give her a chaste kiss.

His smirk eradicated her previous thoughts. “Can’t make a silly face after I have sex with my beautiful girlfriend?”

She hummed, all mushy from his actions. “You can. That’s why I’m taking a picture.”

Luke kissed her again, letting that ‘silly face’ run free and craning his neck to watch the picture develop.

He cried when he didn’t appear. Another crack in the cup.)

I was so scared to face my fears Nobody told me that you'd be here

(An outsider looking into the Molina household would think there was funeral going on. An insider would be even more confused, as Julie Molina just got accepted into USC and rather felt like crying for three full days then celebrate with her friends.

It settled then. She’d go to college, like she always wanted, and have her life radically change once more - not like she wanted. The band was solid, she and Luke were solid. College would change everything. Alex assured her that it’d be fine, that minor adjustments wouldn’t ruin them, but Julie had her doubts.)

And I swear you’d moved overseas That's what you said, when you left me

(He hardly looked at her when she turned seventeen. She couldn’t blame him. Her doubts, fears stacking on top of one another at rapid pace, surged to the forefront. They were the same age. Tomorrow, she’d be 364 days closer to eighteen. Closer to being older, to surpassing him, to hitting their expiration date.

His troubled expression resolved a little later. Back to his bouncy, enthusiastic self, he showered her in kisses and dedicated all the songs at their gig in Raven’s Nest to her. The boys even sang her ‘Dancing Queen’ by ABBA, her appropriately dressed in sparkly flared trousers and matching top. Her fears were forgotten then. Later too, when she giggled as he pulled her into a laughing kiss, the glitter of her clothes staining his own.

Luke was so alive in that moment. Sweat brimming his forehead and buzzing with adrenaline and each kiss rougher than the next. He was real, real, real, real, real, real.

The lie brought her temporary comfort.)

Julie repeated the chorus, body trembling from all the memories hitting her at once. Soon, the numbing final strike would bring her ease. For her sake, for his, for the band. The refrain flowed through.

When we were young When we were young When we were young When we were young

(“What about ‘when we were young’?”, Julie proposed, blue pen pressed into her songbook. Luke sat next to her, slouched against the front of the couch as his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, mustering for the muses to gift them genius lyrics.

“When we were young?” He chuckled. “That’s a joke, right?”

She paused, pen clenching between her fingers as her head turned to look at him. “What?”

He caught her tone, straightening his back with a shrug. “Nothing.”

“No, why do you think that was a joke?”

They’ve been on edge ever since her dad bought her all the USC merch the online store offered. The sea of red draped across her room got him upset, once his favourite colour now his biggest enemy. It wasn’t like they were trying to hurt each other, but…

Julie didn’t know what to do anymore. Songwriting was their usual remedy and even that didn’t diffuse the tension. She wished her mom was here, for advice, except would she be able to give proper words of wisdom when a relationship with a ghost was unprecedented?

All she wanted was go back to the start, when flirtatious jabs were thrown around and they danced around each other. To kiss him for the first time again. She wanted to go back and then continue to go back every time they hit this point. To love him in a loop; to not age.  

He sighed, scribbling an annotation in the margin. “Do you really want me to answer that, Jules?”

Her lips thinned. “No.”

She taught herself the song she was singing right now that night, after he and the boys went off with Willie to some obscure concert. When she woke up the next day, he apologised for his shitty behaviour. It became harder to let love lead when cracks met them at every corner.)

It's hard to admit that everything just takes me back To when you were there, to when you were there And a part of me keeps holding on just in case it hasn't gone

A choked breath caught the fragile note, barely audible for anyone but her.

‘Cause I still care, do you still care?

(“Jules, you’re going to college in a week. You’re gonna turn eighteen and you’re gonna meet other people and you will not wanna tell them you’re dating a hologram that doesn’t fucking age!”

The raging spiel left him in one breath, face red and tears spilling with each hitting word. His shouts were heavy and tinged with devastation. The studio, once a safe haven, was now a warzone. He’s been sitting on those ugly truths for a while, Julie realised, willing herself to not cry. They had the biggest gig of their lives in a few hours and she couldn’t fuck up her face.

Luke didn’t mean to do it either. Both were hyper-focused the day of a gig. Normally, at least. It was simply a cardboard box too many in her bedroom, another proud comment from Ray, another nostalgic remark from Reggie. The fears stacked up for him as well; she should’ve known he’d explode sooner than later.

Her quivering lip gulped back the nausea edging her throat. She couldn’t breath. “You don’t think I know that? I was just- I just-” A traitorous tear slipped out. “I was hoping we’d have more time. Why did it go so fast?” Why did our expiration date race us to the finish line?

Her boyfriend she loved with all her heart stood right in front of her, yet it felt like they were oceans apart.

Trembling hands slid up her arms to her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug. Tearless sobs wracked her body, jaw slack in agony as his action was enough confirmation. This is the end, it meant. They have reached their last chapter. He made up his mind and she wasn’t allowed to change it.

If she did, they’d burn the band with them too.

“I’m sorry,” he cried, face wet with tears pressed into her neck. “I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.”

Julie gasped for air. “Don’t. Don’t apologise.”

He shook his head, blotched and with a look she never wanted to see again. “If I could change anything, it’s this, Julie. I want to be alive for you so badly - feeling it isn’t enough anymore. You deserve better.”

Furiously blinking, she felt moisture cling to her lashes. “I deserve you,” she warbled. “I love you.”

When he didn’t say it back right away, another tear smeared across her cheek. Her mouth shaped into a please, but he shook his head, shuddering with remorse. “You deserve to be loved out in the open, Julie. Not just in the dark.”

“Please, Luke,” it barely came out, pain squeezing her lungs. “Please. You’re real to me, you’ve always- it was never in the dark.”

He let go of her. The loss of contact made her freeze. His arms hung limp by his sides. Time, for one singular moment, stood still. Her wish came true. Why did it feel like he just disappeared right then and there? Julie bit her lip, waiting for it to happen. It didn’t, but she didn’t dare touching him in case the magic was lost. Luke seemed fearful too, his shivering breaths like knives on her ears. She left before he could say anything else.

Julie wailed and redid her make-up in the backseat of her car until it was time to go.)

The rough vibrato pinched her throat once more, pushing through for the final chorus.

We were sad of getting old, it made us restless Oh, I'm so mad I'm getting old, it makes me reckless

(The year prior, Julie plucked his maroon henley from her bedroom floor as Luke was sound asleep behind her. She shrugged it on and examined herself in the mirror. If she could have it all, she’d wish to never age, to never surpass seventeen and be with Luke forever.

If she could have even more, she’d wish to grow old with him. It was a scary thought to feel so confident about at sixteen, but Julie knew. She just knew. A gut feeling should always be allowed, her mom used to say. This was it.

Julie wished she could do this every day. Stealing his shirt and seeing it fray over time. She wanted stains and holes and fabric thinning from washing it so much. She wanted messy. She wanted real.

Crawling back in his embrace and placing a soft kiss on whatever skin she found that early in the morning, she wished for him to be real until she fell back asleep.)  

It was just like a movie It was just like a song When we were young

The last note settled into arena like a heavy blanket, everyone watching with baited breath as the wrecked singer stumbled out of her seat and muttered another thank you. Her shaky smile didn’t waver while the deafening applause washed over her. It was when she reached the wings and noted the horrified looks of Reggie and Alex, that she realised Luke wasn’t with them.  

“He just…” Alex’ foot swiped across the floor where Luke once stood, aghast. “He crossed over.”

They were always selfish loving one another. To fall, to love, to be in love. The inevitable never stopped being inevitable, and yet they trucked on. Maybe they had become cocky, thinking their hearts were stronger that they actually were. It was all too apparent now. Her heart wasn’t this spiritual thing. It wasn’t made of fairy dust and magical ghost powers. It was made of flesh and blood and it was bleeding.

Luke’s never would.

The arena lights dimmed.

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[hillsblanket]

Loving you is a privilege, trusting you is a gamble

By ZoomOut (hillsblanket)

Mid-September, 1998 Weeks after his testimony, the media won't shut up so are his thoughts of regrets and loads of voices from his critics while her anger continues to escalate, self-doubt and questions of how dumb she feels about herself haunt her. It's been 5 weeks since he started sleeping on the couch. She's been sleeping in their daughter's room where she would constantly tear up all night and drink whenever she can. When she knows she can stay home all day for tomorrow. She once asked her mother if she can spend some nights there with her, being no one but her daughter, doing daughter duties, and such. Around 10:00 p.m. WH, WA – Little Rock, AR Diane: hello? Dorothy: hello? Diane: Mom, are you there? Dorothy: Yes, of course, honey. How are you? There was a long pause. Then Dorothy started hearing her sobs and heavy breathing. There were no words that can describe that moment. She knows she loves him. Her daughter is head over heels for this man. Dorothy knew that he is a trouble, but what can she do~ Dianne's besotted, it's unnatural but it's real. It's painful- it's torture. Diane: C- can I go there? Dorothy: Yeah, sure, you want to come here now? I'll prepare a room for you. Though her house is regularly tended and there are plenty of rooms for her children and their children, none of them is in the best shape to suit her comfort. Diane: No. Mom. I- I can't. I can’t do that. The bubble makes it impossible for her to make last-minute plans. For security reasons and for press reasons. Dorothy: Hillary, you can tell them I'm not feeling well. You know I miss you Diane: I miss you too Mom. Dorothy: Is my granddaughter there? Diane: No. but I’m in her bed right now. She’s already done enough. I don’t want to bother her about this – it’s not in any way her fault. She’s been putting herself into lots of responsibilities. Of the times she became their messenger at the dinner table. Delivering messages across the table. Starting a conversation about herself that she would never do because her parents were the ones who ask her every time she comes home from school- or now university. And just recently, the night when she asked her dad to make something for Hill, a breakfast. Though none of them went well as planned. She tried and her parents know that. Dorothy: Oh, so do you still want to come here? Diane: Yeah. I would love to. I just want to be Hillary Rodham for a day. I can’t stay here and keep my sanity. I’m loving every bit of me the longer I stay here. I don’t even know myself anymore. How can I be this dump? I lost my trust in him and so does the people who once trusted me. Dorothy: Shhh…I – I know, tell them I’m sick or dying. Just come here. Hillary, please. Of course, she could’ve just listened to her all night but she is a mother. Dorothy could not stand her situation and just stay still- kilometers away from her child slowly dying out of love. Not from him, but for herself. She’s losing a sense of her that has never been threatened by anyone not until she knew her. Diane: I don’t know. Don’t wait for me. Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up if I’m there. Bye, Mom. Dorothy: Okay, I’ll be waiting still. Be safe. I love you. Diane: I love you so much, Mom. He’s listening. Each sob and tear is a dagger piercing his heart- once filled at ease with her love and assurance that she trust him and would never leave him. Voices like “She doesn’t deserve all of these.” Keeps immerging to “She doesn’t deserve him.”

<<Flashback (1990, Gov’s Mansion, Little Rock, AR) William: Hey babe! He scooped her waist as he slowly paced to their bookshelf corner (really more like a wall) where she was standing, browsing through the books she ought to be re-arranging for the new books they’ve accumulated for the past year.   It’s still early in the morning (for his clock- around 10 a.m.) but she’s already gone through a third of the shelf. The sun was calmly hitting the window illuminating this vast and vintage wall of books and few memorabilia. Diane: Oh! Good--morning honey. William: *Kisses her and smells her neck burying his face into it. She giggled her way out to loosen his grip and turn her face back to the shelves as she says- Diane: I thought you’ll be asleep ‘till afternoon. You’ve worked tightly this week. William: hmmm… Face still on her neck. Chin seductively touching her collar. He then proceeded “You got up early…” he stated softly. ”I miss you, babe.” She is his resting place once and all. This week has been busy for him, he traveled across the state barely sleeping and seeing his family. He’s used to not sleeping but not with losing time to his family. Between having no sleep and no time with Hill, he wouldn’t lose a beat to stay in her side. Dianne: Have you eaten? I know you haven’t had your coffee so why don’t you just go back to sleep. She caresses his arms which are still around her waist moving up and down, from her bums to her stomach. William: I need you. Just let me stay here for a while. Diane: A while? Are sure about that? I still have this many books to unload and arrange… *pointing to the shelves. She laughs as he begins swaying them softly, she then turns around putting her arms above his shoulders. She’s on her toes. The sun rays touching their skin. His sleepy face buried on her shoulders, inhaling her scent of comfort. Their warm bodies heating each other up in the morning weather. William: But I still wanna be close to you… Diane: ohhh… Alright then, Billy.

“Love you hon.” She whispered

End of Flashback>>

How does something so beautiful turn into this painful? Theirs was a love clear as glass so it shattered and its pieces make them bleed. The more she turns away, the further he needs to walk to touch her. Not to mention, that the path between them is full of shards of glass. Like the first time he walked up to her and tried to catch her now he’s still. Conscious, too cautious that he is immovable. Her weeping sent her to sleep while her cry echoed to his ears. Though she’d never shed a tear from him before because he’s supposed to be there- with her weeping. For better or for worse. He stayed up all night. Wishing someone can shoot him dead, or paralyze him. His pain was all on his heart and mind. Perhaps it would be more manageable when it’s physical.   He walked up to Chelsea’s room. Just close to the door, he took a peep of his wife. He badly wants to hug her. Keep her in his arms like how they used to. Stay at that moment as long as they needed to. Instead, he found himself cold as ice, his eyes soaked in tears while he slowly loses his grip on the door handle. Closing that door is just a reminder that since he hesitated to let her know the possibly ugliest part of him, she would not be able to share the same for now.

“I’ll wanna hold you so bad. But that’d be the same as a problem in a form of a creature creeping on you- devouring you.”

Note: This is fanfiction. 

photos are not mine.

Open for criticisms :)

[danger-xylophones]

Ice General Part 4 (Rex x reader)

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Warnings: my attempt at writing sparring, female pronouns...that should be it

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“Gentlemen, set your blasters to stun.” 

Never before had such a command, given simply and without any emphasis, sent such unbridled bewilderment shooting down his spine. It caused the captain to freeze for a moment as his fellow clones wasted no time following the Ice general’s order before they collectively pulled on their helmets and took up their stance-aiming for the general. “Ready?” Came Y/n’s smooth voice once more, prompting Rex to jump into action and follow the lead of Commander Fritz who stood across the makeshift battlefield from him. His stance was wide, solid, evidence of the years of training he and his fellow clones had gone through-he seemed oddly calm for someone about to open fire on their own general. “Begin!” And all hell broke loose. Fritz, Empio, Jekyll, Hyde, and Codex opened fire immediately giving Y/n barely any time to react. But react she did, nonetheless. In one fluid movement, she snatched up her lightsabers and ignited the blades before flicking away the blaster bolts like it was nothing, and aiming them back at the soldiers who quickly dodged. Phantom, Boom, and Nexus took a second before catching on to add to the growing chaos. Rex was still lagging behind. This was...an unusual style of sparring for the man. 

“Ay, Captain Rex, you might want to wake up!” Bolt’s perpetual sing-song voice called out to compel Rex to get his act together just in time to flinch out of the way of stun blast zooming towards him. With a readying shake of his head, Rex resolved to at least participate even if he thought this was borderline dangerous. He aimed and fired at the general’s exposed back. She reacted sharply, turning on a dime to slash at the ring formed by the stun shot and sending it into the dirt before whirling around to counter another one and another one. It was here that the circle formed by the clones began to morph and evolve-steadily increasing the pressure on the general. Ice reacted accordingly by growing more and more mobile which made it more difficult for the clone fence to take on a solid and maintainable shape. Without warning, Fritz, Jekyll, and Hyde dove for Ice-catching her, the shinies, and the captain off guard. Y/n was quick to deactivate her sabers so she could dive out of the way of them. Codex, who seemed to figure out what the three older clones were trying to set up, signaled to Nexus and began to fire on Y/n who was forced to twist impossibly to get out of the way of the onslaught of stun shots. Phantom and Boom moved in next but they were lacking coordination and their shots began getting in the way of each other. Rex was about to whistle to get their attention so he could help them with their sloppy form when Empio beat him to it. 

“Phantom, Boom, aim for either side of her-it’ll keep her pinned so she can’t activate her sabers.” The quiet captain barked sharply through the comlink in Rex’s borrowed helmet which startled him given how he had never heard his fellow captain speak any louder than a whisper. He wasn’t able to dwell on it for too long though as Empio’s order came too late. Y/n managed to activate one of her sabers, the green blade returning to its duty of acting as a shield, and she had already begun sending the shots back. Codex didn’t have enough time to dodge. He was the first to go down-defeated by his own deflected stun clipping his calf. Empio let out a curse. Next went Nexus. 

“E and Phantom-move to her six! Boom, Jekyll, with me. Rex with Hyde-he knows what to do.” Fritz’s voice cut through as he darted away. Hyde had just enough time to grumble under his breath before running in the opposite direction of Fritz. Hyde stopped firing and Rex was given the chance to make out Fritz’s plan-pull Y/n’s focus in different directions by splitting the clones into groups where they could bombard her with concentrated fire. Good, but the general had already shown that she could handle deflecting shots from all directions. What was different about this? 

“Captain Rex,” Hyde’s voice crackled through the channel, “Fritz is going to begin by firing on Y/n, Boom and Jekyll have orders to delay their own shots by two seconds. Then E and Phantom will fire on a two-second delay and then us. Got it?” The sergeant’s voice was clipped, clearly portraying his distaste for being paired with Rex. “It’s a new strategy he’s testing out.” He huffed, unamused. Rex blinked. Ah. Great, testing out a new strategy at the moment it would be needed was always a good idea. “There he goes.”

Rex looked away from the sergeant in time to see Commander Fritz fire on the general, followed by Boom and Jekyll. Y/n deflected them well enough. With a pivot of her body that allowed her to keep most of the clones in her visible spectrum, she calmly flicked the shots away including Rex and Hyde’s and took down Boom. It was like she knew that Fritz would try this. Which might explain why Rex suddenly heard Fritz’s voice crackle to life inside the helmet. “Rex, Hyde, E, and Phantom, charge her.” Hyde, Fritz, and Phantom wasted no time and mimicked the early attempted tackle. Y/n, acting purely on instinct raised her hand with two fingers splayed and picked Hyde and Phantom up before pushing them away. The two soldiers skidded on the dirt out of the makeshift ring they had set up meaning they were out. Which meant that now it was down to Empio, Fritz, Jekyll, and Rex. Now that she didn’t have to compete with three soldiers trying to tackle her at the same time, Y/n had enough time to latch on to Empio’s fist. She spun the Captain around to effectively use him as a shield against the continuing bombardment from Fritz and Jekyll. Jekyll wasn’t fast enough in diverting his shot and ended up stunning Empio who crumpled to the ground. Rex heard Fritz grumble under his breath - it appeared as though his plan was falling apart in front of him. Once again, his borrowed helmet crackled to life. “Ok, new plan. Jekyll and I are going to try and pull her focus - Rex, keep your fire concentrated on Ice. Jekyll and I will keep her busy and try and to give you an opening.” Rex barely got a ‘yes, sir’ out before Fritz and Jekyll put the plan in motion. The three all kept their fire trained on the Ice general. Y/n kept up the fight, deflecting each blast as best she could but it was clear that she was getting tired - her strikes were getting sloppy, her turns not as sharp, and the deflections of the stun shots flew wherever they pleased. 

Fritz and Jekyll, true to the commander’s plan, had succeeded in dividing Ice’s attention though by taking up positions on either side of her which forced the young Jedi to rapidly turn on her heel in order to deflect the shots. That left her back open. Rex seized his chance, raising his borrowed blaster he prepared to fire at the Jedi whose back was still turned towards him. The shot rang out. Y/n turned and deflected it. She was tackled to the ground. Fritz was on her back, trying to muscle the lightsabers out of her hands while Jekyll aimed his blaster off to the side of her head. Rex followed his lead. “Do you yield?” Fritz barked out when it became evident Ice couldn’t get out of the pin she was in.

“I...yield.” She sighed and whoops and hollers erupted from the gathered clones. 

“Where does that put us Bolt?” Fritz yelled to the medic already making the rounds through his brothers that had been knocked back or stunned. 

“Clones seven, General five.” Bolt hummed merrily as he helped Empio to his feet. The captain staggered a bit before brushing Bolt off to make him go help the others. Meanwhile, Jekyll and Fritz grabbed Ice’s arms and hauled her to her feet the same time a whispered ‘damnit’ slipped out. 

“Drinks on me the next time we’re on Coruscant then.” She chirped in the monotone way she speaks despite the loss. 

Hyde, who was still sat on the ground snorted inside his helmet. “Drinks are always on you, Ice.” She stuck her tongue out at him. Hyde took the helmet off just to retaliate. And a ghost of a smile slipped onto Ice’s face but it was gone in a flash. 

Ice was looking at him. “That goes for you and your men too, Captain Rex.” Her face betrayed nothing, her tone even less. But before he could stutter out so much as a ‘thank you’, Bolt had intercepted by wrapping her cloak around her (Rex noted he took extra care to not touch her skin and even helped hide any that was exposed). Fritz led her away with a gentle tug on her cloak sleeve with the rest of the men following after. Bolt stayed behind with Rex, wordlessly standing next to him with hands clasped behind his back. 

He didn’t say anything till Codex and Boom were out of earshot. “This was her idea, y’know.” Bolt’s voice cut through the silence. Rex turned to him to find the medic looking at him out of the corner of his eye. “To invite you to therapy.” 

“Therapy?” The modulated sound of Rex’s own voice startled him and he remembered he still had Bolt’s helmet on. He snatched it off of his head. “How is this thera-”

“Course, I’m the one that told her you were awake.” The statement made Rex’s stomach plummet. Bolt turned to face him entirely. “I know you think we’re hiding something from you, Captain. But, believe me, we’re not.” His face fell and Rex was surprised by how small his brother looked in that moment. “We’re trying to forget.” His sing-song voice was quiet. “Will you let us?” 

Bolt plucked his helmet from Rex’s hand and started to walk away and the captain was left wondering what his next move should be.

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Today was the last day. Tomorrow, the 205th were being shipped out to who knows where and the 501st were going back to Coruscant. Rex should feel excited. Coruscant meant he got the closest thing to a break he, as a captain in the GAR, would ever experience. But he wasn’t. 

Maybe he should’ve felt sad to be parting with the 205th - he could see some of his brothers animatedly chatting with some of the the younger members of Glacier company - but he wasn’t close with anyone. He thought, starting this assignment, he might be close with Fritz but given his strained relationship with the general who seemed closest with Fritz that didn’t seem like an option in the near future. Maybe Jekyll or Hyde? But the same thing that applied to Fritz applied to them. The shinies seemed too scared to talk to him and those in between, neither the shinies or the Veterans, tended to keep a respectful distance. They befriended the other men of the 501st but stayed away from Rex. If he was honest, he felt like a hornet that attacked the queen bee. 

He wanted to resent Ice. But Bolt’s words stopped him. 

And made him want to apologize. So, he went looking for Ice. He didn’t care if they didn’t become friends, he’d be okay ignoring what he suspected was going on between Ice and Fritz, he’d eventually let Jannex 1 go. He would just apologize for making Ice and the Veterans feel uncomfortable and then forget he ever met them. A solid plan...if Ice had been alone. 

As it was, she was with Skywalker and Fritz in the hastily resurrected tent that was serving as the center of operations for the whole mission looking up at the holographic forms of Mace Windu, Yoda, and Ahsoka. Something was happening and Rex immediately began to walk faster. He entered into the darkened tent trying to hide the silent shame clawing its way through him - why didn’t he know there was a meeting going on? 

“Ah, Rex - just in time.” Skywalker greeted him. 

“Sirs.” Rex greeted as professionally as he could with a bow of his head. Y/n turned to look at him but said nothing, just stepped to the side to create a gap between her and Anakin. Which allowed him to walk in a straight line right up to the com they were all gathered around. 

“As I was saying-” Mace Windu picked up where he left off, “I’m sorry to have to do this to the both of you but the presence of the droid army on Elaroth highlighted that a sweep of the nearby Outer Rim planets would be well advised.” 

“Accompany, Y/n L/n for the first few, you will, Skywalker.” Yoda added on upon noticing the growing confusion on the young knight’s face. 

“With all due respect, masters, my battalion should be able to handle a sweep on our own. I know that the 501st is long overdue on leave.” Ice piped up without warning, admittedly startling Rex as he had quite forgotten that she was standing right next to him. 

“Know this, we do, young L/n.” Yoda began in a gentle voice. “Suggested that Skywalker accompany you, it was, by Master Mundi.” 

Something shifted and all present felt it. Rex chanced a glance at Ice’s face and it looked like she’d seen a ghost. Or been stabbed. 

“M-” her voice cracked and Y/n cut herself off to clear her throat, “may I ask why my master would do such a thing?” Her voice was measured but even Rex could hear the underlying venom that dripped from each word. Wordlessly, Mace Windu and Yoda turned to Ahsoka whose hologram reached forward as if to press a button. A moment later, the image of a planet placidly spinning appeared before them. 

Yoda looked right at Y/n. “To Jannex 1, you must go.” 

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Notes: 

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[skylarmoon71]

Frank Castle (Daredevil) Chapter 7

"Frank."

After getting the women successfully to the top, you'd managed to flag some police. More like provoked. They'd already stormed the building. You could hear the many sirens, and the yells in the distance. Now all there was left to do is find another exit.

That wasn't your biggest problem though. Frank was looking far paler than usual, and his breathing was ragged. He insisted that he was fine, but you had no idea what that girl had struck him with. And since he was in battle mode until this point, it was possible that his adrenaline was wearing off and the drug was kicking in.

"I'm fine." It's almost a snarl, and you're a bit pissed that he thinks you're that stupid.

"Up ahead, turn right." You do as Matt instructs, moving closer to Frank. He's sweating profusely.

"You're not fine."

"I think we have other things to worry about. " You keep moving, and when you get to a door, Matt kicks it down. Unfortunately the only way out was up. You're at the end of a very tall building and the cops have the area surrounded. Matt turns.

"We're going to have to climb."

In Frank's condition, that is impossible. He won't voice it, but it's obvious.

"Go ahead, I'm right behind you."

Matt has been so focused on the exit that he's just taken in Frank's state.

"Frank you're-"

"Fine!"

He barks.

"Get moving."

You hate this stubborn side of him. You grit your teeth,

"You're such an arrogant asshole sometimes. " You grab him by the waist.

"Matt, we'll meet you at our usual spot." He nods.

"See you there." He's already flipping over another building, and you shoot your web.

"What am I a princess?"

You're too mad at him to voice a reply, you just take off, and he yelps at the force of wind that hits his face as you swing off. Your grip is firm, and his weight doesn't even feel like much. It's going to be a while till you get there. You're a little worried that whatever is running through his body won't wait that long.

You get there in about six minutes. Matt is already on the roof, and he get closer once here recognizes the footsteps. When you land, you loosened your grip, and it's then you realize that Frank looks a bit out of it.

"Frank?"

He blinks a few times, then staggers. You panic when his eyes close and he hits the ground. Dropping to your knees, you scream.

"Damn it Frank, wake the hell up!"

Whatever they'd injected him with was taking effect. You know he acts like he's a bullet proof vest, but he was still human.

"His heart is slowing down, you need to keep it beating." Matt instructed urgently.

The mission had taken quite a turn. Although you'd managed to stop the ring and get the police to rescue all the women that were taken, Frank ran into a snag. Now a few buildings away, whatever she'd given him was taking its toll.

It's not like you could take him to a hospital. You pulled your mask off, frantically doing CPR. With each pump to his chest, you could feel your own restricting. There wasn't much Matt could do. Even calling Claire would be useless. She lived all the way across town. Wherever this was, he wouldn't last the trip.

"Come on, come on, breathe!" You keep at it, failing to see the way Matt's head fell.

"(Y/N)."

You ignored his call.

"(Y/N) he's gone."

"NO!!"

You didn't stop, Matt knew he would have to physically pull you off Frank's body. As he bent to touch your shoulder and comfort you, a shot of electricity raced through your palms. It struck Frank right in his chest, and Matt looked like he was bracing, clearly confused on where it came from.

"What was that!"

He turned, searching for an origin, but his ears led him right back to you. His brows furrowed, hands lowering. You just stared, and after a few fleeting moments, you both heard a loud gasp. Frank shot upright, fighting for a breath.

He coughed, pressing his hands to the concrete. He was still heaving, and you stumbled to your feet, watching your palms that were still very much glowing. You could see the light traveling through your veins.

"(Y/N).."

Frank's heavy voice echoed. Matt was still trying to get a proper grasp on the situation. Times like this, sight would really come in handy.

"Your hands.."

Frank's eyes were fixed on your glistening limbs. Before you could stop yourself, you rushed over to him, hugging him as if it were the last time you'd see each other. The light faded, and Frank stood a bit awkwardly for a while, not sure how to react.

When he heard you sniffling, he realized there that he really didn't need all the details at that very moment. You just needed comfort. So he returned the hug, holding you tightly. You sobbed, and Matt relaxed. Even though he was still a bit lost on what took place, Frank was okay. He supposed that was enough for the time being.

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"There's still traces of the drug in your system. It's usually used as anesthesia, but the amount you took stopped your heart. You'll be fine. I'm not sure what happened, but it restarted your heart. A few more minutes and you would have been gone. "

Frank slipped his shirt back on after Claire's assessment.

"I suggest you avoid painkillers for the next few days. Try not to break any bones please. " The sarcasm was dripping from her tone. Matt thanked her, walking her to the door. You hadn't truly taken your eyes away since you got to Matt's place. You were just terrified that Frank would collapse. The door closes, and you finally shift your gaze.

"I'd like a little clarity on what happened. (Y/N) how did you restart his heart."

Frank needed to know the same. He may have been unconscious, but he didn't imagine that light in your palms.

"I don't know I was just scared he'd die and I.." your eyes fall on the glow that has returned. Matt's moves closer, but doesn't touch you.

"You're doing it again."

Your head whips in his direction.

"I can hear it, the electricity. " Now it made sense. He was searching for an outside factor, but the power was generating from your body.

"Your body is releasing electrical currents..." He spoke in awe. Frank stood, moving to get a better look. You moved away.

You weren't sure what this was, but it would hurt you more than anything if you caused harm to either of them.

"You aint gonna hurt us."

"You don't know that I...I could have killed you!!"

"Can't kill what was already dead." You want to be angry at him for making such a statement. But this time, the look he wears is so soft.

"You saved me. I'm alive because of you. I'd be damned if I'd be afraid of you after that. "

Your lips quiver, and soon, the glow dissipates. Frank takes your hands.

"See, not that scary."

The warmth he provides calms you significantly. Matt understands your alarm. It's obvious you've never done that before. There seems to be a lot that you're still learning about your powers.

"We'll help you."

He's not just talking about this new development, but any other abilities that may present themselves in the future.

That statement is all you truly need.

[hotcheri]

Always Something There to Remind Me (a Jen/Khalil Black Lightning fanfic)

by hotcheri © 2021

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the Black Lightning characters. They solely belong to DC Comics and the CW Network. This is just my take on what could have happened after the show ended.

Prologue

Khalil's POV

They were meditating when TC crept into Khalil's mindscape like a thief in the night.

Well, at least, Khalil was meditating. He loved to empty his mind of all thoughts and focus on his breathing, relishing the mental stillness and the sense of peace he didn't have in his normal life.

Painkiller sat to the side of the mental dojo like he always did whenever Khalil was centering himself, a mocking sneer twisting his lips up as Khalil tried to ignore the rage that was baking off his mind twin like a rabid fever.

Painkiller was always angry, and the people he was mostly enraged at were the Pierces. Jen, to be exact. They lived in Painkiller's head rent free, and since Khalil shared the same mind as him, and almost all of his thoughts, the image of Jen was never far from Khalil. Pain in the ass Jen, who also happened to be Khalil's first love. What a mind fuck to love someone with all your heart while part of you needed to kill her and was in pure agony every second she was alive. Khalil didn't need anyone to tell him about mind fucks, having Painkiller relentlessly prowling through his mind was more than enough.

Every time TC appeared in Khalil's mindscape, Painkiller leapt up from his seat and started pacing back and forth in a tight little line like a tiger stalking its prey, hands clasped behind his back, nostrils flared, glaring at TC as if he wanted nothing more than to boot him out of his head after savaging him a little.

Too bad it's our head, and I'm trying to hear what he has to say.

The thought flitted through Khalil's mind grimly, and he sucked in a breath before opening his eyes and gazing at TC, who kept shooting quick little fearful glances at Painkiller. Khalil knew how he felt. Until he had started working actively with Painkiller, forcing the duality in his brain to coexist, he'd been terrified of him too.

"Uh, hi guys," TC started, his voice trembling as he looked around for exit points even though all he had to do was break the connection with the chip in Khalil's brain if he wanted to leave. Khalil supposed when someone entered a room and found themselves face to face with Painkiller, even if it was a virtual reality room, that person could get very scared very fast. In cases like that, logic was the first thing to escape.

Khalil liked the kid, had liked him even before he had locked Painkiller behind a firewall in his head and had shown Jen how to coax Khalil out of the safe space he'd created in his mind. Khalil knew without a doubt that the Pierces, especially Anissa, would have taken him out after Jen had blasted him with lightning to ward off Painkiller's attack on her family as he tried to complete the kill directive, because that's exactly what he would have done.

But TC had done the inconceivable. He'd managed to read Khalil's real thoughts, thoughts that had somehow filtered through the Painkiller operating system as soon as he set eyes on Jen. Thoughts that he must have been hiding way down in his secret heart, feelings that must have survived the A.S.A. mindwipe that transformed him into a lean, mean, biological weapon. As he lay prone on the table in Gambi's work station, on the verge of unconsciousness, his sharp ears had listened as TC, a total stranger, had his back.

"Hey. Who's Jen?" TC had interrupted the post fight argument, glancing around at the faces of people he didn't know.

Impatiently, with the touch of heat that Khalil loved and had missed with a sudden depth of emotion he hadn't felt since he was just track star Khalil, and not two warring parts of a government weapon whole, Jen replied, "That's me."

"He loves you."

And Jen's suddenly shaky, tear-filled voice had whispered, "How do you know that?"

TC's answer had been simple. "He told me."

Yeah, TC was good people. And even though the reunion between Khalil and Jen hadn't lasted, even though it had been bittersweet and doomed to fail with a painful, brusque ending, for a short, sweet time, he had been happy again.

But there was no use in thinking about that, no use in brooding over something he couldn't fix. With Painkiller in his head, being with Jen wasn't an option.

Painkiller was the first to talk, stepping forward as TC gave Khalil a half-hearted wave. "Oh, you must be crazy bringin' your ass here," he growled out in his distorted, angry voice.

TC took an involuntary step back, wringing his hands. Khalil could feel the fear in the kid increase as Painkiller stopped inches from his face, glowering down at him.

Raising a hand, Khalil talked to Painkiller like a patient parent calming down a tantrum throwing toddler. "I invited him," he lied, not caring that Painkiller would know that he hadn't.

Sharing his mind with a psychopathic, heartless killer sucked all the time, and keeping secrets was nearly impossible. Painkiller knew he was claustrophobic, that he loved trains, and that he thought about the one that got away daily. But when it came to people Khalil cared for, he didn't give a fuck if Painkiller knew he was lying to protect them from his rage. TC was a friend, and he wasn't going to let Painkiller's angry ass intimidate him.

"Don't think I won't kick your ass, too," Painkiller growled. Khalil fixed him with a steady look. He'd won more fights against Painkiller, especially after his return after a year long silence, and Painkiller knew it. After a few seconds, Painkiller sucked his teeth and resumed scowling at TC.

Spreading his arms out placatingly, TC asked, "What if I come with good and great news?"

A curious expression darted across Painkiller's face. Khalil caught it and grinned to himself. Psychotic or not, everyone liked the idea of good news.

"Speak," Painkiller ground out.

Swallowing nervously, TC said, "Tobias Whale is dead."

Okay, that was unexpected, and so was the rush of relief that coursed through Khalil's body, relaxing muscles that had been tense ever since he had started working for Tobias. Even though the A.S.A. mindwipe had taken all his memories and locked them away, they had been retrieved as soon as TC had put the firewall in his head, and so too had the underlying current of fear that always pulsed whenever he thought of Tobias.

And now his former boss, the man who had ripped out his spine and dumped him on the church steps when he was done with him, the evil torturer who had been responsible for leading Khalil over to the dark side was finally dead. Closing his eyes, Khalil sent up a prayer of thanks to a God he no longer strictly believed in.

Even after becoming Agent Odell's  chief asset, Khalil still harbored thoughts that Tobias would come to him, eager to finish what he had started, wanting revenge for Syonide's death, the attempted robbery at the club before Khalil and Jen became runaways, and every single other thing he'd done that had pissed Tobias off. He'd reluctantly come to believe that a showdown with Tobias was inevitable, and even though his road to atonement had led him to Akashic Valley and a new life, he always knew that Tobias would eventually come for him. It was in his nature. But now this piece of good news had been thrown into his lap and Khalil took a moment to bask in gratitude.

Painkiller's reaction was the polar opposite of Khalil's restrained joy. Anger blazed onto his face and his brow creased as he listened to TC give Khalil the best news he'd heard in a while.

Sounding like a petulant child after being asked if he had McDonald's money, Painkiller groaned. "Damn. I wanted to kill him." He fisted both hands into his unruly curls and glowering up at the ceiling. "That's not good news." Turning to Khalil, his voice turned wheedling. "Let me kick his ass just a little."

With a quick glance towards Painkiller, TC cleared his throat before dropping his bombshell. "I've isolated the system code for the kill order. I can free you."

TC backed away till his back was against the wall, as far as he could get from a snarling Painkiller. When he got furious, Painkiller acted just like a wolf ready to attack. Luckily, Khalil had him on a mental leash. Ignoring him, Khalil focused his attention on TC.

"TC, what is your other news?"

Khalil let out a shaky breath, a glimmer of hope blooming in his chest.

At last.

"Good." Both TC and Khalil turned to face Painkiller, who had a look on his face so unnatural that Khalil didn't immediately recognize it. He looked like a doomed man seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Is he...is he happy? "Let's do it."

"But there's a catch," TC started slowly, plucking nervously at his sleeve as his eyes slid from Khalil to Painkiller and back again. Khalil sighed, motioning to TC to continue. There was always a catch and he knew that better than anybody, but for a second he had allowed himself to believe that getting rid of the kill order that brought such pain to both Painkiller and him, finally being freed from the chains that the A.S.A had wound around his body and in his mind, was ripe for the taking, with no blowback. "It's linked to everything you know and love about the whole Pierce family. If you break the kill order, you won't remember the Pierces at all."

The breath went out of Khalil all at once, leaving him feeling weak and boneless. He was glad he was sitting down, because if he had been standing when TC spoke, the strength would have ran out of his legs. And even though this was all in his mind, his physical body had stopped breathing for a second, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

This wasn't a catch, it was a fucking dilemma. There had to be another way.

Chewing on his bottom lip, Khalil found himself thinking about the technology he and Painkiller had found in Maya's safe house. Surely there was something there that would help isolate the kill switch without messing with his memories more than they'd already been messed with? Because this alternative that TC was suggesting... it wasn't fair. After leaving Freeland to keep Jen and her family safe and away from him, hell, after saving Anissa's wife from kidnappers, after everything that had happened in Khalil's life to get him to this point in time, losing the only good memories he had left just plain wrong.

"So what?" Painkiller asked, his top lip turned up into a snarl. Whether he was oblivious to the wave of emotion Khalil was weathering, or if he just didn't care, Khalil didn't know. Painkiller knew what he wanted. He was tired of the agony that came with not fulfilling the kill order. "They're pains in the ass anyway!"

In a chillingly calm voice that brooked no argument, Khalil stared evenly at Painkiller and said, "Shut up and sit your black ass down." Shocked into obedience, Painkiller sank down to the floor as Khalil looked at TC, a pleading tone in his voice. "TC, there's got to be another way around."

"There's none." Khalil could hear the despair in TC's voice, and he knew he was telling the truth. Of course he was. "I've checked and I've double checked."

Painkiller was still silent, and Khalil turned to look at him. "Damn!" He clenched his fist so hard that the veins in his arm popped out, but he took no notice. "You won't stop, will you? Sooner or later you're going to kill Jen and the rest of the Pierces."

Nodding sagely, like he had been the one meditating, Painkiller said, "Best believe. But I'm not nobody's puppy." He pointed at Khalil, his face stern and absolutely serious. "Cut the damn cord."

The muscles in Khalil's jaw worked as he stood up, turning his back on TC and Painkiller so that they couldn't see the emotions playing across his face. He wanted to be free of the kill code more than anything, needed Painkiller to be at rest so that he could figure out a way to become whole again. But the cost- losing Jen again- was it just too great?

Khalil closed his eyes, and suddenly, he was back on the Pierce's roof with Jen after Painkiller had broken free of the firewall for a couple of nasty minutes to wrap his hands around Jen's neck. He could feel everything in that moment, the wind brushing lightly against his face, the shingles of the roof under his sneakers, the terrified look Jen shot him before schooling her features into a coolness Khalil had never seen on her face. Both looks hit him like a ton of bricks.

She was scared of him.

Painkiller had shown her his true colors and had, once again, pushed someone he loved away from him. And what she had said had chilled him to the core, a sudden lump rising in his throat, and tears smarting in his eyes as she let him go.

"I can't love a weapon that's pointed at my family, even if it does have a soul." Her shoulders hunched pitifully as she wrapped her arms around her legs, all at once seeming far younger than her years. "See you around, Khalil."

He took one last look at her, her curly hair brushing past her chin, her eyes chilly and flinty in the dusk as she turned away from him, blinking away tears of her own. "No. You won't," he said, and with that, he had exited Jen's life.

Some things you can't go back to. The way Jen had ended things between them still hurt, and the realization that he wasn't going to be able to salvage things with her caused him pain that was almost physical, but if TC was able to isolate the kill code and erase his memories of her, the pain would go. All the pain would disappear, and his fresh start in Akashic Valley would be just that, a fresh start.

Behind him, TC started to say, "If you need more time, I can-," but by now, Khalil's mind was made up. There was no other choice.

"I always known I'd give my life for that girl." Khalil heaved a sad sigh, running a hand over his face as he turned to look at a nervous TC and an impassive Painkiller. Painkiller smirked, knowing what decision Khalil had made, and in that moment, Khalil hated him, the A.S.A., Odell- everyone who had gotten him into this situation. Especially himself. "Never thought I'd have to forget her." A nod towards TC. "Do it."

TC nodded dumbly, just as another thought flitted into Khalil's mind. If TC was able to isolate the kill code and erase some of his memories, wasn't it possible that he could remove his very worst memory?

Before he left Freeland for good after shooting Odell and letting Black Lightning deal with the evil son of a bitch however he saw fit, Khalil took a detour to the cemetery, picking a bunch of blooming flowers from the ramshackle garden of Mrs. Sutton, the Payne's old landlady. Khalil didn't think she would mind, she had loved Nichelle Payne dearly.

Once at the cemetery, he had laid the flowers on his mother's grave, sat down with his back resting against her tombstone and cried a little. Nobody had been around to see him; Freeland residents weren't crazy about going to the graveyard at nighttime.

"I shot the guy who made me kill you, ma," he'd whispered, his words blown away by the breeze as the tears blurred his vision. "I know you always said vengeance never pays, but I had to do it. I'm sorry, ma. I love you, and I'm so, so sorry."

Nichelle Payne had raised him to be the best in whatever he did, and what had he done in return? Snapped her neck, and the best excuse he could come up with was he'd just been following orders. The knowledge weighed heavily on his soul, and he knew that he would pay for it in time. Everything comes due. But if TC could somehow make him forget...

"I can try," TC said doubtfully, and Khalil raised his eyes from his clenched fists, remembering where he was through the sadness that engulfed his soul.

"No." Khalil shook his head, resigning himself to reality. "It's part of who I am, and I need to find redemption for it, or a way to live with myself."

TC opened his mouth and hesitated before shyly asking, "Do you want to- I mean, I could give you Jen's number and you could talk to her one last time?"

Painkiller groaned, storming around the circumference of the dojo angrily. "Can we fucking do this already? No more flashbacks, no phone calls- get this kill order the fuck out of my head!"

"Our head," Khalil reminded him. "And right now, I'm in charge." He bit his lip, wrestling with himself. Saying goodbye to Jen wouldn't make things better, it would just bring home the truth that he would never see his first girlfriend again, and even if by some weird coincidence he did, he wouldn't know her. It was stupid. They already said their goodbyes on the Pierce roof, what would he gain from this? "What's her number?"

Painkiller actually growled at this and stomped off somewhere. Khalil could still feel him burning in his mind, but it looked like he had opted out of being a part of Khalil's final goodbye. Not that Khalil minded in the least. Before Painkiller, his relationship with Jen had been special. He didn't want his insane mind twin tainting the very last moment he would have with her.

Courteously, TC severed the connection with Khalil's brain chip, promising to return when the phone call was over and start the process. Khalil stared down at his phone and punched in Jen's number before he could lose his cool. Meditation seemed like a lifetime away, it was all he could do to keep his heart from galloping away like a war horse.

Jen's phone rang once, twice, three times, and Khalil was just about to hit the end button when suddenly-

"Hi." Jen's bold, brash voice was in his ear, and Khalil forgot to breathe. The background noise was filled with laughter and music, a noise that Khalil associated with family time, even though he was never fortunate enough to have enjoyed family time with his mother working two jobs, his father in jail, and his brother running the streets with the 100. "You know you're calling from a- Anissa, stop!" Khalil closed his eyes, savoring the sound of Jen's hearty giggles as someone- Anissa, probably- tickled her or something similar. "You're calling from a private number, who is this?"

A male chuckle sounded, and Khalil recognized Gambi's voice sounding from the distance. "Probably a scam, hang up before they get all your info."

Same old Gambi, trusting nobody. A wistful smile turned up Khalil's lips, but he still couldn't come up with a thing to say. It was like all his thought circuits were down, and he wondered if Painkiller had something to do with it.

"Helloooo? Who is this?" Jen's voice turned speculative, and she gave a derisive snort. "This better not be TC playing with me again, how many times do I have to tell you I'm not going to prom wit' you?"

"I'm literally right here," TC protested in the background.

And Khalil found that he couldn't bring himself to say anything, let alone goodbye. He wasn't great with goodbyes, anyway, so who was he fooling? "Uh, sorry," he muttered. Why had he thought this would be a good idea again? "Wrong number."

In the few seconds it took for him to press the end call button, Jen's voice sharpened with recognition and she exclaimed, "Wait, that sounds a little like-."

Call ended blinked up at him from his phone screen as his pulse jumped in his throat. Safe getaway. Of course, he'd ended the call before Jen could say his name, or even more hurtful, the name of somebody else.

But fuck, hearing her voice was bittersweet.

"You hung up?" TC was back in his head, eyes gleaming with relief that Painkiller wasn't around.

Nodding, Khalil strove to keep his face blank and impassive. "Yeah. I'd rather remember her the way she was on that phone, happy, carefree, pain in the ass J."

She sounded happy and normal, like the old her, before the 100 had kidnapped her and she had discovered she had powers. She sounded like the Queen of Garfield. By coming back into her life even for a few seconds, he might jeopardize that happiness, and if there's one thing he wanted her to be after the events of the past few years, it was at peace and she wasn't going to find it with him.

"But you didn't get to say goodbye."

Pity was written all across TC's face, and once again, Khalil felt the wave of sadness engulf him. Did it ever stop? Even with his memories of Jen gone, would he really be at peace?

"I didn't need to." Khalil stopped, his shoulders slumped, and came to stand next to TC, who was still looking at him with that sympathetic look on his face. "TC..."

Looking up at him, TC said, "Yeah?"

"Don't tell her."

TC let out a dramatic gasp that made Khalil crack a smile, even though he had never felt less like smiling. "What? But I was just about to-?"

"No." Khalil shook his head resolutely. "Let her live her life." TC opened his mouth to protest, but Khalil talked over him. It was the only way. "You told me she lost the guy she was seeing, and she's already lost so much. Just- let her think what she's been thinking, that I left Freeland to live my life." He started pacing like Painkiller sometimes did, back and forth, his arms behind his back as he spoke. It felt like atoning for his sins. "I poisoned her. I almost killed her."

Interrupting, his voice utterly horrified, TC exclaimed, "That was Painkiller, not you!"

"Yeah, but don't you get it? He's in me, so even if I know that I'm not the one doing the poisoning, everyone else thinks it, because he's in my head wanting to kill all the time." Khalil stopped pacing and turned to TC, his face serious. "With the kill code gone, we can co-exist without the anger and rage that drives Painkiller. I came here for a fresh start and removing the memories of the Pierces will give me that." To show that he meant business, he clapped his hands together. "Let's do this. How's it gonna work?"

Getting back to business removed the pity from TC's face, and Khalil was glad. Seeing that look on his normally cheery friends face and knowing it was directed at him made him feel like even more of a shitty person.

Tapping his chin, Khalil asked, "So I won't remember that they're metas as well?"

"You'll forget about them. Anything related to them, too."

TC's eyes started to flash green as he went over the logistics of changing Khalil's life.

"No, you'll remember that, you'll know about Black Lightning, Thunder and Lightning, you just won't know their identities. You won't remember they're Pierces."

Nodding, Khalil said, "Got it." Actually, it sounded confusing to him, but he would cross that bridge when he came to it. "But if I want to reinstate my memories, can't I just come to you and-."

TC laughed as Khalil made a casual popping noise with his tongue in his cheek. "No. You won't even know that your memories are gone."

"And you're sure they'll stay gone."

This was the most important part. What ifs ran through Khalil's mind with the speed of a Formula One car. If he somehow ran into the Pierce sisters on vacation. If he helped someone from a mugger and it turned out to be Doctor Pierce? If Black Lightning ended up in Akashic Valley like Anissa had and they ran into each other?

Shifting from one foot to the other, TC said, "Um, 90% sure."

"90?" Khalil asked incredulously.

TC shrugged. "That's an A."

"I used to get straight A's in school," Khalil said musingly. "And then Odell dropped a few Master's degrees into my head, but that happened after I stopped caring about grades." TC gave him a confused, yet concerned look, and Khalil said, "Let's get rid of these memories."

A few minutes later, Khalil was lying on an operating table, a brain scanner that looked like a crown on his head. Philky just happened to have one lying around, which was pure Philky, and after TC had uploaded his program into the lab's computer, he'd told Khalil's master of tech exactly what to do. Donald was on standby in case something went wrong medically. And Painkiller? He was still in the dojo, and Khalil could feel the excitement thrumming through him. Khalil didn't blame him; he was excited too.

A high-pitched whine started up, and Khalil felt a pinprick of electricity tickle his forehead as the process started. TC had warned him about this.

What TC hadn't warned him about was, as the memories left, they replayed in his head, almost like a flashback reel.

Khalil saw himself on the Pierce roof with Jen, giving her a chaste, shy kiss as she agreed to be his girlfriend.

He saw himself stealing into Garfield High and meeting up with Jen by the lockers after enduring more abuse from Tobias, knowing that she was the only person he could really talk to despite what had gone down between them. Sitting down in silence, not needing to say a word because their connection was that powerful.

He saw them running away together, Jen using her lightning powers in front of him for the first time and blasting the 100 hoodlums. How he'd kissed her later on and it had been electric, and the hottest kiss he'd ever had.

He saw himself (the memories were blurry around the edges, soon they'd be gone but so would the kill code, it was for the best but it hurt, TC didn't say it would hurt this much) sitting next to Jen in his special place, his private place, his favorite place, the abandoned subway car, eating ramen and reminiscing on how he had asked her to be his girlfriend, and he had been so shy when he gave her the necklace, something that had caught his eye in Freeland's jewelry store and he'd saved up for two months to buy it for her, a necklace he was giving to her for the second time because he loved her, and he'd lost her once and wasn't about to let her go again and...

The memories faded as Khalil's mind cycled through the deepest, darkest levels of consciousness, and there was only darkness, and finally, blissfully, peace.

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