#and watching the lightening and counting the seconds between the flash and the thunder to see how far off it was!!

[altruistic-meme]

have you hiked in the Appalachians?

hiiiii <3 the answer is... yeah? i'm sure i HAVE dskhf

i live in georgia, i've certainly BEEN to the appalachians plenty of times. not just here but across probably most of the states they're in. and i've hiked in... a LOT of places (mostly due to geocaching, though also occasionally just for fun at my parents behest)

the only problem is that when i was younger, i never really paid attention to where exactly we were :') there are some i can name for sure; Cloudland Canyon, for instance, though thats not in the appalachians and also idk if stairs count as hiking?? though there are *googles it* 1200 steps one-way so maybe it does at that point idk it's a fond memory even as my whole family has vowed to never return (i will one day, probably). and also Elijah Clark state park. actually i'm pretty sure i've BEEN TO every (or at least almost every) state park in Georgia. and hiked in a lot of them too.

so tl;dr is yes, i am sure i've hiked in the appalachians, though i really don't remember it ;;;;; i should do it again

[perfectly-imperfect82]

Is that a kid? - Storm

You sat on the floor of the living room, playing with your toys as Caitlin and Katie relaxed on the couch since it was supposed to start raining soon.

"Mommy" you said panic as soon as the lightening flashed. You raced into Caitlin lap, abandoning your toys as the thunder hit. You quickly gripping her shirt tightly as you hid in her neck as you waited for the thunder and lighting to strike again

Caitlin looking down at you in shock before looking at Katie who was smiling widely and nodding to confirm what you said and doing her best to not jump excitedly

"What's wrong?" Caitlin asked gently rubbing your back as she now looked at you in concern. Both women getting their answer as lighting flashed and you tensed up, followed by a whimper at the thunder.

"Aww darling, the storm can't hurt you. It will pass before you know it" Caitlin said

"Want to know a cool trick?" Katie asked, watching as you slowly nodded your head against Caitlin

"We can figure out how far the lightening is by counting how long is between the lighting and thunder. For every 5 second, it's a mile away" Katie said but you didn't move

Lighting flashed and Katie started counting for you to hear, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7 second. It's over a a mile away!" Katie said and you nodded against Caitlin

"Now we wait for another to see if it's getting farther away" Katie continued, knowing you were listening

Lighting struck and Katie started counting again, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. The storms getting further way sweetheart" Katie exclaimed and they saw you relax your grip on Caitlin shirt

"It should be over soon" Caitlin said, kissing your head as you relaxed more against her

Both women sat with you until the stormed passed, counting how far away the storm was getting until they couldn't see the lightening or hear the thunder

"Sweetheart, look the storm has past" Katie said softly as she rubbed your back, trying to get you leave your hiding spot

"No, mama" you mumbled against Caitlin as you gripped Caitlin shirt tighter as both women smiled widely at each other

"Noo" you whined as she gently pulled you from Caitlin, you curling into a ball as you kept your eyes closed

"Mama's not lying, darling" Caitlin kissing your head with a smile as both women wearing doppy smiles as you calling them both mommy and mama.

You slowly opened your eyes to look out the window to see the storm had passed, your body instantly relaxing into Katie

"Up we go! Now we look for the rainbow" Katie said placing you on your feet and grabbing your hand as she led you outside. The sun already peaking out of the clouds.

"I don't see it yet" Katie said walking further into the yard with you, Caitlin not far behind

"There it is!" Caitlin said pointing out the rainbow a few minutes later

"Pretty" you said quietly with wide eyes

"It is very pretty, makes the storm less scary if you know you can find a rainbow after" Katie said as you nodded up with a smile before a mischievous glint in your eyes appeared. Katie matching it as you both jumped at the same time. Water flying up as you giggled.

"Let's get mommy" Katie said as you and her took off to Caitlin and started jumping in the puddles around her, causing Caitlin grin even as the other two caused her to get wet

"I'm going to get you both" Caitlin said going to chase you as Katie grabbed her and said,"Run, I'll slow her down." You running away laughing as Katie held Caitlin back

"She called us mommy and mama" Katie whispered with grin and spinning her around and placing a kiss to Caitlin's lip

"I know! I can't get over her saying it!" Caitlin replied with a huge smile as her chest filled with warm of the knowing that is what you see her as.

"Let's go join the kid. I want to hear her say it again" Katie said with a smile as she grabbed Caitlin hand and they went to join you in jumping in puddles

~

Thank you for all the ideas for writing this prompt! It helped with writers block and gave me inspiration for the future!

[toomanythoughts2]

Headcanons of Nathan sharing happy childhood experiences with his bandmates because they all have shitty childhoods and he loves tolerates them.

Nathan pours warm laundry on Toki when he's in his room. Toki is so happy when he does this because it's always so warm and everything smells so nice, and Nathan is saying stuff like, "Are you all warm now, little buddy?" and it makes him feel giddy. Also very regression coded.

When Murderface is suffering from nightmares, Nathan will touch his face and glide over the ridges and contours of his facial features to lull him back to sleep. Murderface always acts like it won't help but the affectionate touch always knocks him out in seconds. It's a very private thing that happens between them and Murderface doesn't like the idea of people knowing and making fun of him.

When swimming, Nathan will pick up his band mates and throw them as far as he can. Pickles will usually get the most distant being smaller than everyone, but Toki will ask for it the most. He also plays other games like Sharks and Minos, Colors, and Marco Polo. He will judge the others diving board jumps, play ring toss, and time races. He'll ask them to perform handstands, which Skwisgaar is exceptional at, and do flips in the water. Afterwards, they all get naps in their chairs because swimming knocks them all out.

Nathan will remind Skwisgaar to put lotion on his hands after practice because the strings dry out his skin. If he doesn't do it, he'll put it on himself, which usually includes him pulling on his fingers, pressing into his palm, and rotating his wrists. Skwisgaar never says anything about them but he will admit that his hands feel better when he does that. Nathan will also remind Murderface to put on his eczema cream and will put it on him when he tries to fight him about it.

Nathan is the reason that the other band members like Disney so much. He was the OG Disney adult of the group and had to basically bribe them to go to Disney. He planned the whole thing, showed them hidden Mickeys, taught them how to use the Fast Lanes, told them specific history of the rides and even some notorious bad visitor stories. He made sure they got good seats for the parades and the fireworks, and even let Toki climb his shoulders for a better view. He would have picked up Pickles but he was content standing next to him. He made them fall in love with going to Disney because his parents did the same thing for him.

He regularly has "sleepovers" with Pickles. Usually held in his own room, Nathan will go all out and rent a movie, get popcorn and candy, get into his nice PJs, bring out comic books and soda and all the stuff that he used to do while at a sleep over. They would build a fort and drink and smoke while watching "Transformers" and make bad commentary about the movie like they were on "Mystery Science Theater 3000." They would then fall asleep with the lights still on at around 3am because they were too busy laughing and giggling at each other from the exhaustion to actually fall asleep.

When Mordhaus (apartment) got storms, he would calm down Toki and Skwisgaar by teaching them all of the old sayings of what thunderstorms, lightening, and thunder are. "Thunder is just god going bowling and getting a strike." "When you hear lightening, that's because god sneezed." And he would teach them how to calculate how far away the lightening is by counting the seconds between a lightening flash and the sound of thunder. They would still be a little shaken up, especially Toki, so he would try to keep them as calm as possible.

Nathan has a secret language that only him and other bandmates know. It's incredibly stupid and easy enough to decipher, but its the fact that they have it that makes it special. Sometimes they use it during meetings to talk to each other without others understanding them. They'll tell jokes, talk trash, or just say nonsense cause they can. Over time they forgot about it but by that point it didn't matter because they've been friends for so long that they naturally created their own language with English.

[luvyurself]

rainstorm

a/n : first post of flufftober and it’s sun and moon 🫶🏼‼️ will forever love these two I just want to slam them against the wall

flufftober masterlist

c/w : she/her pronouns , sun and moon are separate animatronics , ooc maybe , moon calls u “naughty girl” non sexually gooners , they are scared shitless of storms , pls help them

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a snap of thunder echoed across her apartment, and the hold on her arm and leg tighten as she felt the silicone hands on both body parts.

the power went out with the storm, leaving them in the dark in her bed. she heard the click of the animatronics sun rays next to her, twitching nervously as he curled into her.

“oh….whywhywhy is it so loud?” his voice sounded strained, his eyes glued to the bed as his fingers twitched on her arm.

his lunar counterpart was near her legs, his optics never moving from the window as the wind and rain assaulted the glass. he was quiet, which wasn’t unusual, but this was unnervingly quiet for him.

this was their first time seeing a thunderstorm, the daycare at the pizzaplex never had any windows to see outside or even hear anything from beyond the mall.

it always piped their interest when they see children come in with raincoats and their little rain boots that would be caked with mud.

they always wondered how it would be like to watch the rain.

and now they know. and so far they are not fans of it at all.

she had one hand on suns shoulder, and the other on moons hand. she remembers being terrified of storms like these, running to her parents room to hide under their blankets.

another flash of light, and suns faceplate nuzzled against her cheek, preparing for the thunder clap that would come next.

once the booming loud thunder came, moon visibly tensed up and slowly began crawling up next to her, gripping her other arm tightly.

“…..loud.” he hissed, his faceplate rotating a bit.

the thunder lasted for a few more seconds before it finally dissipated.

she sighed softly, feeling her arms going a bit numb from the tight grip they both had on her. she reached up to grab both their hands, rubbing her thumb across the long silicone fingers of each of them.

“you know….there might be a way to help you both calm down.” she whispered, watching as they moved their faceplates to look at her.

suns nervous voice spoke first, “I-I don’t think singing ‘rain rain go away’ will help us, sunshine.” he gave a nervous chuckle, gripping her hand a bit.

gravely static came from moons voice box on her other side, “make it go away.” he spoke, still looking at the window like a scared cat ready to pounce.

she let out an amused huff, “I would have done that if I could, nightlight.” she tutted, moving to sit up straighter.

“there’s this….way you could track the storm. every time you see lightning, you start to count-“ she stopped to find the words, “…between the flash of lightning and thunder.”

they are both silent, processing her words. she bit her lip, waiting for the next strike of lightning to approach.

she hummed as a flash lit up her room, the two next to her tense up once more as she began counting. “one…two-“ the sound of the thunder cracked right after.

hearing sun’s whimper and moon’s disgruntled groan made her heart hurt, she wanted nothing to do but to just hold them tightly through the storm.

“okay…so the storm is still close.” she spoke in a low tone, squeezing both their hands. “the longer you count after the flash….the farther the storm is moving away.” she explained, nudging sun a bit, “your turn, sunny.”

a flash of light came through, and reluctantly, he began to count. “one…two…three…four…five-“

a thunder clap, she gave a small smile. “see? the storms moving away.” she spoke, her tone getting lighter as she felt each of their grips loosening a bit.

moon shifted a bit, sitting straighter as he waited for the next flash of lightning.

a flash.

“one….two….three….four….five….six-“

a clap of thunder.

sun let out a small gasp, his voice lightening up a bit. “ohohohoh! it’s-it’s moving away!” he softly exclaimed as he waits for the next one.

for a few minutes, they counted each flash of lightning and would see who would get it the longest. it turned into a fun little game, with both of the animatronics getting more relaxed as the time went on.

the last clap of thunder echoed far away, leaving behind the pitter patter of the rain against her roof. it was lighter than before, but still wasn’t going away any time soon.

the three of them laid in her bed, sun and moon preparing to power down for the night and hopefully have enough charge for tomorrow morning.

she yawned as she snuggled under the warm blankets, being spooned by sun from behind while she faced moon, his fingers tracing her face.

he poked at her forehead, “past your bedtime….naughty girl.” his voice had scolding in it, it was more playful and low. she hummed, using one hand to rest on top of one of suns wrapped around her waist, and the other to pull moon close to her.

“I’m-“ she cut herself off with another yawn. “….I’m getting to it…” she sleepily spoke, closing her eyes.

she heard a little giggle behind her as sun pressed his mouth against her shoulder, hearing his fans kick up as he spoke, “goodnight sunshine…and thank you for being here with us.”

she then felt moon wrap his arms around her torso, feeling his face plate against her forehead, “and we’ll be with you all night, starlight.”

as they both shut down, she let a tired smile spread across her face as she drifted off to sleep.

she loved stormy nights better than ever now.

[archivistofnerddom]

Bad Batch Headcanons — Soft Romance and Some Dating Stuff

I can’t get these thoughts out of my head. SFW and safe for all ages. Anyway, here you go:

Hunter

This man is the master of braiding hair. (Have you seen his hair? Of course he is.) Hunter is tactile person, a byproduct of his heightened senses. Braiding your hair (for events, before bed, or whenever) is a quiet thing between you and a little ritual.

Cuddles on a porch swing together in summer time (listening to the cicadas in the trees and watching the sun set) as you unwind from the day.

Enjoying a thunderstorm rolling through while counting the seconds between lightening flash and thunder clap to guess the distance. It’s always a game to see if you can guess the closer distance by counting the seconds versus Hunter using his advanced senses.

Dates at ice cream parlors and cafes are always entertaining. Hunter has opinions on the flavor combinations. (It’s adorable.)

Crosshair

Quietly sitting together in front of the fire in the evening. Maybe you talk, maybe you don’t. Just being together without any pressures is nice. If you wind up slowly snuggling together under a big soft blanket, he doesn’t mind. Crosshair likes having someone around who doesn’t have insane expectations of him.

Charcuterie boards and bottles of wine while you read together or listen to music. Snarking about and commentating on the other’s genre choices inevitably happens. (His humor is dry and very specific.)

Paintball target practice (some punk kids at the local range as “voluntary” targets are optional). You don’t need to be as good as he is with the paintball gun. Just record him gleefully (and mostly playfully) merc-ing his targets and laughing at the reactions.

Concerts and movies in the park are go-to date options. He likes not worrying about high pressure situations. Plus, you both get to people-watch while you’re at it.

Tech

Documentary marathons, book festivals, and museum tours are regular date events. Tech has a pathological need to learn things. He also takes into consideration things you might enjoy as well when planning these outings. (It’s sweet of him, really.)

Hanging out in the driveway while he works on your cars. Making sure your car is running at optimal levels is one of his love languages. You’re there to remind him to eat and/or take a water break on occasion, provide shade, and pass him tools as needed. He likes it when you put together an interesting music or podcast playlist for background noise.

Swing dance classes — a surprise, I know. He knows that dancing is a traditional romantic thing, so he leans into taking classes as a way to romance you. Somehow, swing and its numerous stylistic sub-groupings are right up both your alley. Turns out Tech has a decent sense of rhythm and enjoys using dance and movement as a way of silent communication with you.

Crafting is a team project now. Tech is good at planning the layouts for quilts apparently. He also agrees with you that knitting and crocheting is very meditative and relaxing.

Wrecker

When you bring up cooking and baking together, he is on board. Food and sharing it is one of his big love languages. Wrecker loves being in the kitchen with you, either as your sous chef, cookie decorator, or test taster. Eventually, he starts finding more recipes that you can try together. Building out a binder of recipes you like is a testament of your relationship.

Perfect date night — big picnic spread in an open field at dusk followed by sparklers and fireworks. He loves food and things that go boom. Combining them together makes Wrecker so happy. (That fact that you put them together in one date — that’s the best and biggest declaration of love anyone has anyone has ever given him.)

Hanging on the couch in comfy clothes while playing video games together. Wrecker is the reason the household has a wide selection of thematic oversized adult onesies. Those always get broken out during Mario Kart tournaments or when playing Pokémon or Legend of Zelda together.

Wrecker is a Dungeons and Dragons nerd and a surprisingly good DM. Acting out a story is right up his alley. He gets so happy when you want to learn about the game and join his group.

Echo

Projecting movies into a sheet in the backyard while chilling on cushions and blankets and eating popcorn — simple and low pressure. Sometimes, Echo needs that when his prosthetics are acting up. (He also likes that you always wind up curled up next to him on these nights. It feels nice, no matter whether or not he has his prosthetic limbs on.)

He’s a great pub crawl buddy. Seriously, Echo somehow knows people who work in every bar you walk into, and that is an impressive thing. You get free drinks and fun cocktails wherever you go.

Sunday mornings are for farmers markets. Walking through the stalls, buying fresh bread and produce, and buying assorted other wares is fun. Echo finds your enthusiasm endearing and engaging. (Guess who invested in one of those two-wheeled carts for your haul? This guy.)

Road trips to thermal hot spring baths and a nice little B&B are the go-to romantic weekend trips. Soaking in a hot spring bath does wonders for Echo, especially when he gets to have a hearty dinner with you afterwards.

[unholyhelbig]

I really hope that day is soon. I miss the hugs my mom was able to give, the scent of her perfume. The way we were able to watch incoming storms together, counting the seconds between the flash of lightening and the crack of thunder. She’s in there somewhere. I know she can make it back.

one day you’re gonna wake up and realize it doesn’t hurt as much anymore btw

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Is thirsty thots still happening? If so, can I request some lazy morning sex with Mr Thor Odinson, please, m'lady?

Mornings

A/N: It took me some time to get to this. SOrry I tweaked it a bit. Hope you like it though!!

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smutty fluff.

Thor Odinson Taglist – @raspberrymama @bitchycherryblossomlove @jennie22feona @innerpaperexpertcloud @thorfanficwriter @darklydeliciousdesires @longlostinanotherworld @miss-smutty @helhp2700

Everything Taglist – @godofplumsandthunder @ladyacrasia @agustdowney @swaggysposts @littlegasps @suchababie @another-stark-sub @supraveng @kahlanmars @disappointmentofthefam @pandaxnienke @tom-hlover @just-the-hiddles @fyreball66 @imerdwarf @gladiosamicitias @fanofalltheficsx @ladyburberry @chickensarentcheap @dontmindmyname123 @old-enough-to-know-better73 @buendiabebeta @princess-jules47

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Quiet.

It had been a quiet morning. Nothing to disturb the tranquil before the sun-rays bathed your home a cheery yellow, a contrast to your gloomy, wallowing self.

Someone had been gone for months, literally to a different planet and left you with lingering memories of the times you’d spent together.

The giant stuffed bear that lay in your bed, the one he had won for you at a fair. It brought a giggle to your lips every time you saw it, memories of a determined Thor trying his best to win at a silly Midgardian game to prove himself worthy of your love on your second date.

As you wandered into the kitchen, the wobbly breakfast table made your cheeks go warm as your mind flooded with how it had come to be this way in the first place.

The last time Thor had been back here, at the crack to dawn to rouse you from your sleep with his bristly kisses. The desperate touches continued as he carried you out, discarding your clothes as you went before placing you on the breakfast table in your kitchen.

Tracing the expanse of your throat with his tongue, he had made his way between your legs.

Circling his tongue over your bundle of nerves while calloused hands held your legs apart, leaving you writhing and wanting for more as breathy moans had filled the silence of your house.

"You know that this counts as half an apology right?" you had teased.

"I've merely begun, my dove. I doubt I'd hear you complain once I'm done."

Wasn't long before you were bent over the table with his firm grip pushing your down while holding your hips tight with his other as he fucked you.

The wood dug into your skin as the force of his thrusts pushed you forward, all you could do was grip the edge and moan with abandon as he brought you pleasure while chasing his own.

His cock speared through your tight walls, grazing against all the right spots as it slid out, reaching the hilt as it plunged back in.

Your cries echoed off the walls as his warm cum painted your walls white, a deep grunt sounding from his chest as he kept pushing his cum inside, whispering how much he had missed you.

A leg of the table snapped and gave way by the time you were finished, the poor pot of flowers crashing to the floor leaving you to laugh and giggle at your antics. It was fixed eventually but it wobbled still.

Putting on a pot of coffee for yourself, you strolled back out on the balcony. The morning breeze caressed your skin as you shut your eyes and sighed.

Thunder echoed in the skies, causing your eyes to open as you watched deep grey clouds gather right above.

A grin broke on your face as the familiar crackle and flash of electricity lightened up your sour mood in an instant.

[jimlingss]

i have a request for something Taehyung! maybe taehyung christmas/holiday??? OR taehyung and the prompt "Give me attention"??? honestly i will take anything taehyung 🤩

↳ The Best Friend’s Older Brother Cliché

2.3k || 99% Fluff, 1% Angst || Kim Taehyung || Best Friend’s Older Brother!AU

Taehyung is your best friend’s older brother. 

It’s so entirely cliché that you cringe whenever you think about it, but it’s true and it happened…..you had the tiniest crush on him in high school. Okay— it was a big, fat crush. But you weren’t willing to admit it, not then and certainly not now. Mostly because it’s weird. Plus there’s the fact that it would be breaking the code of honour between besties. Sisters before misters.

The last thing you would want is to make Joy upset. 

But when you came home from college in the summer and Taehyung returned from his own studies abroad...you didn’t expect him to look like that.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“H-Hey.”

Taller. Leaner. Better dressed.

Maybe it had just been a long time since you’ve seen Taehyung. Maybe you had gotten desensitized but the long period away from him made you hyper aware of his existence again. Either way, seeing him made you realize that he had very much become a man.

He was no longer just the unattainable, cool teenage boy that you swooned over but left behind nonetheless in your coming of age years. And that fact slapped you across the face.

You didn’t expect for him to be like that either.

To smile at you like that. To strike up conversations. To be interested in what you were doing, where you were going.

“What are you majoring in again?”

“Anthropology.”

“Really? That’s super cool. I took one anthropology class when I was a freshman. Do you like it?”

“It’s not too bad. I think it’s interesting.”

Taehyung smiles faintly. “I always knew you were smart.” 

It was one date. 

You came over. Joy was abruptly called in to fill a shift at her summer job at the ice cream parlor.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I swear I’m going to choke Jimin.”

“And then who’s gonna have to bail you out? Get going before you’re late.”

“Promise we’ll hang out more tomorrow.”

“Have fun at work!”

Taehyung happened to be there, hanging around the house, and he offered to drive you home.

“You really don’t have to.”

“I’m not going to make you take the bus in this hot weather, you know that right?” The corner of his mouth tugs easily. “Just get in the car.”

Except you both stopped to grab a small bite. A burger and fries. While sitting out at the park.

You’re not sure if that even constitutes as a date — there was nothing said about it, no mention made, all entirely too casual to be considered one. But it was the first time you and Taehyung were alone together.

Okay, if that counts...then technically it was two dates.

You and Joy went out to Jungkook’s party. She had a little too much to drink and the pair of you needed a ride home afterwards. Naturally, Taehyung was the one who picked you up in his car, begrudgingly, as Joy fought him before she laid down in the backseat, but he still flashed you that smile.

“Had fun tonight?”

“It was alright.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t end up going home with him.”

“Who?”

“You know. That guy with the glasses you were talking to on the lawn.”

“Namjoon? Oh no, we’re just friends.”

“Hmm. Is that so.”

After Joy was put to bed and tucked in, Taehyung asked if you wanted to stick around to watch a movie. You might or might not have cuddled into him during those three hours, but really was it cuddling? He just slung his arm over the couch where you were sitting and you leaned into his chest.

The two of you were just getting comfortable.

Alright, if that counts, then it was three dates but just three!

Taehyung asked you out personally, but it was to help him pick a gift for Joy’s birthday. He drove you downtown and you walked together in the streets, checking out boutiques before parading around the mall.

“What do you think?”

“Joy hates camo print and she doesn’t need another backpack, Taehyung.”

“Perfect! So she’ll love this then.”

He ended up getting a sweater she’d been eyeing for months.

When it became dark and you got hungry, instead of being dropped off at home, you went to the night market together on a whim. You snacked, had conversations and exchanged numerous stories. You still remember the laughter and how much your cheeks ached when you finally jumped into bed that night.

But before the summer ended, before you both left for your respective colleges, he wanted to talk.

“I had a lot of fun this summer.”

You eye him. “What did you even do this summer?” 

“Hang out with you.” Taehyung grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. “And I liked it.”

“Good. I might be hurt if you thought this entire time was awful.”

“I like you too much to ever think that. But...hear me out. What would you think we made things offici—

“We’re going to be super busy,” you interrupt in a panic, having a sense of where he was going with this. “...going to different schools and all that.”

You search his expression while schooling your own. Taehyung stays silent for a second and tries to read you. You’re not sure how successful he is.

“Right.”

“I’ll contact you, Taehyung.”

He smiles at that and eases. “Okay. Yeah. Sounds good. You can call or text me anytime.”

“Anytime?” You try to lighten the mood by shooting him an incredulous look. “I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“If it’s you, it wouldn’t be a bother. Trust me.”

Except when you got back, you didn’t call him. You didn’t text him either.

You only saw him briefly when Joy would occasionally facetime him in the same room as you, when you were merely a figure in the background and Taehyung would ask who it was.

“Y/N, of course, who else?”

And you would give a small wave.

There were no conversations, no small talk, no exchanges of laughter. But it was better that way. Otherwise, you wouldn't know what Joy would say, how she’d react. You don’t even know if he’s serious about you. And you’re too scared to find out the answers to any of these questions.

It didn’t matter anyway. Deep down, you know Taehyung should be kept at a distance. You know it would be better if these feelings could fade away as a sweet, brief summer romance.

What you didn’t anticipate is to come over to the Kim’s for the holidays a few months later.

“Where are you going?”

Taehyung’s following after you, trailing at your heels like a lovesick puppy. “And don’t tell me you’re showering because you already used that excuse to avoid me today.”

You spin around, masking your startlement at just how close he is, and you frown. “I’m not avoiding you.”

The corner of his mouth tugs. “We shouldn’t lie to each other, sweetheart, even if you have the tendency to do that.”

You feel hot in your face from the pet name. “I never lied to you.”

Taehyung raises his brows. The both of you know then and there it’s a lie.

“My empty phone says differently.”

You cross your arms defensively. “I never promised I’d remain in contact. I was just...busy with classes.”

“Oh. Another lie again.” Taehyung grins, and he exhales softly causing a hundred goosebumps to raise along your skin when you feel the warmth of his breath. “You should really stop your bad habit, Y/N.”

You take a step back and he steps forward.

Before you know it, he’s cornered you in the dark hallway, staring at you intently before his half-lidded eyes flicker to your lips.

You swallow hard. “Go annoy your sister instead.”

“Why should I?” His mouth slyly curls. “I like you way better.”

For the entire duration of the break so far, the both of you have been sneaking around the whole time. From Taehyung instigating a game of footsies under the dinner table to whispering in your ear when no one’s looking to winking at you from across the room so quickly that you’d miss it if you blinked. You feel his affectionate hand on the small of your back when he slides by you, feel his gaze when his shoulders graze yours, and you feel the tickle in your tummy when his voice lowers into that seductive, husky pitch. 

During the summer, he was kind and friendly Taehyung. Cautious when it came to you. Hesitant to look your way.

But this time, he’s intensified. Flirtatious. Bold. Pulling out all stops.

Maybe it’s because he’s pissed that you didn’t contact him like you said you would. Maybe because he doesn’t understand why you’re restraining yourself, and he feels the need to push to know. Maybe because he suspects you know he likes you, and you like him — he wouldn’t be wrong. 

But either way, his new brazen approach was making you weak in your knees.

“Your mom’s coming,” you mutter while pressing your hands to his chest. You don’t know how or why he feels so firm.

“She isn’t. But even if she was, she’d be more than happy to know we’re together.”

“W-We’re not together, Tae.”

“That could change right now.”

“I...I can’t.”

His thick brows furrow. “Why not? I like you, Y/N, a lot.”

You swallow hard, feeling scrutinized under his heavy gaze. Taehyung’s beauty is lethal when he’s this close and you feel an urge to brush away the dark strand that’s fallen in front of his forehead from his neatly styled hair. It was a contrast to the casual hoodie and sweatpants he was wearing. He was handsome and cozy, ready to stop hearts or be hugged like a teddy bear.

It didn’t help that he was saying these kinds of things either. “I know.”

“I don’t think you do.” His voice drops a pitch. “For the past few months, I’ve been thinking about the summer and you. The entire time, I was waiting for you to call me, to text me. Do you know what that’s like?”

“Taehyung.”

“We can make this work. I want to make it work, so don’t make me wait anymore.”

You gaze at him, breath hitched in your throat and your self-control meets its limit. You practically leap onto Taehyung, heart thundering against your rib cage, standing on the tips of your toes — all to kiss him.

It’s soft and unhurried. 

Taehyung is caught off guard, but then you feel his wide smile against you. Immediately, his strong arm reaches for your waist and he tugs you in. A yelp escapes your throat as your bodies become flush against one another. Taehyung’s other hand presses against the wall behind you and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue licks into your mouth and you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck. He tastes like sugar cookies, smells like citrus, and absolutely makes your knees weak.

You’re not sure how long you and Taehyung make out for, swapping spit like horny teenagers without experience.

It’s not until you hear a— “what the hell!” — do you break apart.

Joy is standing at the end of the hall and you shove Taehyung away from you, wide-eyed. He stumbles back, equally surprised.

“I-I can explain!”

Joy’s jaw has gone slack and you realize she’s waiting for said explanation.

“I….I…we….umm….”

Taehyung looks at you and then at his sister, opening his mouth to rescue you from this mortifying experience. But his sibling beats him to the punch—

“Look.” She raises her hands and you brace yourself. She wouldn’t end your years of friendship over this, would she? Then again, you can’t blame her if she did. “You don’t have to make this weird. It isn’t weird unless you make it weird. So I’ll just pretend I didn’t see anything.”

“Wait.....what?” That was certainly not the reaction you were expecting. You think you’re more taken aback than she is. “You’re okay with this? You’re okay if we’re dating?”

Joy nonchalantly shrugs. “It’s not a big deal. You’re adults, so you can make your own decisions and I kind of had a feeling there was something going on anyway.” She smiles and looks at her older brother. “Taehyung, you’re way too obvious. The biggest gift under the tree is for her from you.”

He grins. “You caught me there.”

You’re shell-shocked at how unconcerned she is and seemingly supportive at that.

“You knew?”

“Of course I do. We’ve been friends for what, ten years? I knew you had a crush on my brother back then. So if anything, it’s about time.” Joy raises her fist at Taehyung. “You better not make Y/N cry or I’ll make you cry.”

He snorts. “Wow, thanks.”

“Anyway, continue.” Joy lazily gestures. “But we’re watching a movie in five so be quick.”

Your best friend leaves to the bathroom where she was heading to in the first place and you turn to Taehyung who has an amused grin. “Well?”

“I don’t know.” Your mind is reeling at everything that’s happening and how real this is becoming. “For some reason in my mind, I thought that would go way worse.”

“Is that why you were so worried? You didn’t need to be. Joy likes you way more than she likes me, so if anything I’d be the one getting the flack.” Taehyung smiles and leans in. “But does this mean we can finally make it official? Can I call you my girlfriend already?”

You sigh and lift your arms to loop around his neck again. He leans in for another kiss, but you stop short an inch— “Depends on what that gift under the tree is.”

Taehyung grins and before you can pull away, he tugs your waist into him once more. 

This time you kiss each other unabashedly. 

[angelicyoongie]

desolate (11)

— summary: you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so, you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

— pairing: cat hybrid yoongi x human reader

— genre: angst, fluff, smut

— word count: 4.3k

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(A/N: I realized I had accidentally named both the older co-worker and Yoongi’s first owner as “Mr. Park”, so I have gone back to change Y/n’s co-worker’s name to Mr. Yang lol) “Yoongi?” You call out, your voice barely audible above the heavy showers thundering down against the asphalt. You skid to a stop as you see a dark figure round a corner, the silhouette barely visible against the imposing darkness of the alleyways. There’s no way of knowing if it’s even Yoongi, but you’re grasping at straws at this point.

You’ve lost track of where you are, the brick walls and cement structures all blending together into a concrete jungle you’re not sure you’ll ever make it out of. You’ve never strayed so far from your own neighbourhood before, and the tightness in the back of your neck reminds you that maybe it’s better to keep moving. You can’t help but feel like you’re being watched, every fleeting shadow making your skin crawl.

Your soaked shoes hit the pavement loudly as you turn to run after the figure, the sound echoing between the high walls. You managed to slip on a pair of shoes and a jacket before you braved the horrible autumn weather, but Yoongi didn’t, and you don’t even want to imagine how drenched he must be by now.

You’re panting by the time you make it to the end of the alleyway, the closed space suddenly opening up into a small park. It’s raining so heavy you can hardly see anything that’s further away than your hand, and a loud crack of thunder sends you scurrying across the open patch of grass until you’re huddled underneath a big tree. The red leaves that are still clinging on provides a little bit of shelter against the harsh weather, and you lean heavily against the trunk, exhausted after running up and down the streets for hours.

You just need to take a little breather before you start searching for him again, you’re not going home until you find him. You wince as raindrops start trickling down your neck, obviously your coat won’t provide you with much protection anymore. You let your eyes glide across the small park, surprised that it seems to be pretty well maintained despite the rough area you’re in. Even the little kids area seems to have been left alone, you can’t even spot a trace of graffiti on the playground equipment.

All of you attention is on the bright red tubes, and you swear you catch something move inside one of them as you squint to get a better look. You hesitate – unsure if checking it out is a good idea or not considering you’re all alone in an area you’re not familiar with. But the sense of what if wins over your anxiety of what might be lurking inside. You’ve already come this far; you might as well just sneak a peak to calm your mind.  

Despite the rain, you take your time moving across the grounds. The wet gravel crunches obnoxiously loud underneath your shoes as you get closer to the tubes, and it must be alerting whatever is inside of them of your presence.

“Hello?” You carefully call out, but nothing greets you back aside from the insistent thrumming of rain against plastic. The tubes are a little higher up than you expected, and your hands are shaking with nerves by the time you use them to lift yourself up to get a peek inside. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust; the tubes pitch black from the lack of light outside. Nothing.

You feel your stomach tighten with disappointment at the empty space. You’re ready to let go and leave when a flash of lightening sends you rushing inside, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest in fright as the sky lets out another loud crack of thunder directly over you head.

You bring your knees to your chest, your shaky breaths echoing down the tube as you try to get your pulse under control. You think you’ve just about managed to get it back to normal when you hear a sound further down the tunnel, just around the sharp turn you can’t see anything past.

Your mind is screaming at you to leave– to brave the rain and thunder instead of staying cooped up in here with god knows what. But you can’t help but feel that there’s a pull, something that’s urging your body to move deeper into the tubes. Your muscles are locked up and stiff with fear as you begin to crawl further into it, but it’s still not enough to stop you. Your fingers scrape against the plastic as you move closer to the sharp turn, your body already aching from the cramped space. You’re too scared to breathe; it feels like the pitch darkness is going to swallow you up the moment you make a sound.

As you reach the turn, an unknown whimper makes you freeze in your tracks. It’s hard to make out over the loud raindrops pelting against the plastic above your head, but if you strain your ears enough, you can just about make out the low noise.

You learn two things at once.

One, you’re definitely not alone in here, and two, the other person in here with you is crying. It’s obvious they want to be left alone if they’ve hid themselves away so well, but what if they’re hurt? Or what if ..

You peek around the corner, the darkness making it hard to make out the shape of the person further down the tunnel. They’re curled into on themselves, hands covering their face as their low sobs ring through the enclosed space. The sobs are just so desperately sad that it makes your own eyes sting, and you’re trying to blink away the tears when another boom of thunder sounds just over your heads, the sky flashing white as lightening strikes. The light is enough to illuminate the tube from the other side, and it doesn’t last longer than a second, but it’s enough.

You scramble forward, the metal bolts on the floor digging into your palms as you hurry over to the huddled form.

“Yoongi,” You choke, your voice alerting the cat hybrid of your presence.

He jerks, head bumping against the top of the tube as he lets out a garbled hiss. You can see the outline of his puffed out tail as it trashes back and forth, his narrowed eyes looking almost golden in the poor light.

“It’s me, Y/n,” You breathe as you crawl closer, the tight space making it hard to move as fast as you want to. The wild look in Yoongi’s eyes passes as he recognizes your voice, and another garbled noise escapes his lips. The cat hybrid’s posture still screams hostility, but you don’t even pause before throwing your shaking arms around his shoulders, bringing him flush against your body.

Yoongi stiffens at the contact, his tail nearly whacking you in the face as it continues to whip wildly behind his back. The space you’re in is awkward and cramped, but Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind it as he melts against your warmth, his face tucked into your neck as he lets out a harsh breath.

You hug him closer, wrapping your body around his as much as possible. Yoongi is more drenched than you, his shirt clinging to his body like a second skin. Your fingers skim across his neck as you bring them up to his hair, and he’s absolutely freezing to the touch.

“Yoongi, we need to get you warmed up,” You murmur, wincing at the scratchiness in your throat from all the yelling. Yoongi doesn’t answer; only buries his face deeper into your neck as you gently run your fingers through his hair. And then something wet hits your collarbone. It takes you a second to figure out how you even noticed it considering you’re already soaking wet, but the realization hits you as it happens again. It’s not icy raindrops falling against your skin, no– it’s tears.  

It dawns on you just as Yoongi lets out a heart wrenching sob, his whole body shaking in your hold. You tug him closer, biting back a startled gasp as he presses his ice-cold nose into your neck. Your heart absolutely shatters from the choked sobs that leave Yoongi’s lips. You’re desperate to make him feel better, but how is that even possible given what he just learned? His mother had been murdered. You feel bile rise in your throat as you’re reminded of the mug shot of your old neighbour. You never suspected a thing.

You’ve had nothing but time to think in the last hours searching for him, your mind whirring through all the information you’ve ever stored about Park Geunho. It was almost too easy to connect the dots – Yoongi’s story matching up with your memories perfectly.

Mr. Park hardly ever left his house, but he always had new people coming to visit him. At the time you thought it was weird, but for all you knew, maybe he just had a lot of friends and didn’t like to socialize outside of his own home. Fluffball’s weight seemed to always dramatically change too, you swear he seemed to suddenly gain a lot of weight and then go back to normal way too quickly. The times you didn’t see him for weeks you would ask Mr. Park where he was, and the man would usually answer that Fluffball was just too lazy to go outside. It didn’t make sense back then, but it does now.

It’s not like you checked if Fluffball was ever a boy or a girl, your young mind just assumed the black cat was a boy and left it at that. Mr. Park just called Fluffball “cat”, so it wasn’t like he ever gave you any pointers to what the gender might have been. The sudden weight gain and loss doesn’t add up if Fluffball was a boy, but if it was a girl, it could’ve been pregnancy. If Mr. Park was illegally breeding hybrids and selling them off like the reporter said, then .. it matches up.

It would make sense if Fluffball gained weight because she was pregnant, and then lost the weight once her children were born. The random people visiting him must have been buyers, and you suppose he hardly ever left home in fear that the hybrids would either escape, or someone would figure it out. You’re honestly surprised Fluffball was even allowed to go outside, but come to think of it, you probably weren’t much of a threat, as young as you were. You had always thought of Mr. Park as too stern and a little scary, but looking back at it now, it wasn’t just sternness in his voice whenever he called for Fluffball, it was animosity.

But, what makes you the most sick to your stomach, is that you now know why Fluffball passed away so suddenly. Mr. Park had killed her. And you had helped him bury her in his garden. He hadn’t even looked remotely sad, his face a blank canvas while you cried your eyes out for the sweet cuddly cat you’d grown so fond of. There’s no wonder you thought you saw a ghost when you visited the shelter and found Yoongi. He’s a splitting image of Fluffball – his mom.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you rest your head on top of Yoongi’s, your own tears silently sliding down your cheeks as you press your lips to his hair. All of this had been going on next door and you didn’t even know. You had been standing next to murderer and you didn’t ever realize that something was even remotely off. It makes you feel disgusted with yourself. It makes you feel guilty.

Do you even have the right to comfort Yoongi? Should you even be allowed to touch him?

“I’m so sorry,” You whisper. You’re sorry Yoongi ever had to experience something like this in the first place, that his life has been nothing but pain and uncertainty. You’re sorry you couldn’t stop it. And you’re sorry that even now, you let yourself feel relived that you found him, that you even dare to feel happy to have him in your arms.

You’re not sure how long it takes before Yoongi’s sobs turn softer, the steady stream of tears running down your neck calming down to a few stray droplets as he takes deep, shaky breaths. You loosen your grip around his back once he starts pulling away, your hands moving up to cup his cheeks instead. His pale skin is blotchy, the white in his eyes rimmed red from all the crying. You press soft pecks to the apple of his cheeks, your thumbs running slowly back and forth over his cold skin.

“Do you want to go home?” You ask. Your soaking wet clothes have dried up a little, but it’s not enough to warn off the bone chilling cold that has settled into your body. You’re not sure how much time has passed since you first set out to follow him, but it’s enough for the temperature to have dropped drastically. You can stay out in the frigid weather all night if Yoongi needs you to, but you’re honestly more worried about him than yourself. He’s way too cold.

“Yeah, lets go home,” The hollow tone in his voice breaks you all over again, so you just settle for a nod, and a soft smile to mask the guilt forcing itself up your throat.

You slip your coat around Yoongi’s shoulders once you both crawl outside of the tubes, the cat hybrid not making a sound as you gently grasp his hand to lead him back home. The rain has let up from a heavy downpour to a light drizzle, and it makes it a little easier for you to spot certain buildings you think might lead you in the right direction. Your phone is dead, so there’s no use trying to look up anything there. You wince for every step Yoongi takes on the cold ground, his bare feet red and bruised from all the walking.

You let out a sigh of relief as you finally see your building, the tall structure looking like beacon of light in the darkness. Yoongi doesn’t make a sound as you tug him back upstairs, nor does he protest when you help him peel the freezing clothes of his ice-cold body. You leave him to take a shower as you hurry into the kitchen, heating up some canned soup you find stuffed into the back of your pantry. It might not be the best, but it just needs to serve its purpose, and that is to heat Yoongi back up.

Your hands hurt as you carefully ladle the soup into a deep bowl, the warm air in your apartment making your fingers burn as they start to thaw from the cold. You make it into the living room with the food just as Yoongi emerges from the bathroom, and you quickly usher him over to the couch to eat.

“I’ll just go get changed real quick, okay?” You say, not really moving from Yoongi’s side until the cat hybrid gives you a stiff nod in response. You make fast work of snatching up warm clothes from your room, wasting no time as you hurry over to the bathroom.

You swear you could almost cry out of relief as you freezing body steps in under the warm cascading water, your numb limbs finally regaining feeling. But you don’t stay there for very long. The moment you’re sure you can move all your body parts normally; you’re out of there – hastily drying yourself off before tugging on the dry clothes.

Yoongi hasn’t moved an inch since you left him, the spoon you laid out for him still perched next to the bowl on the table. His hands are clasped together tightly between his knees, eyes staring mindlessly at a spot on your wall. You slowly slide down next to him on the couch, his ears not even twitching in your direction. You’ve noticed his cat ears seem work on pure instinct, immediately moving to follow whatever sound they pick up on. So the fact that they don’t even stir when you’re so close is worrying – because that means Yoongi is too deep into his own thoughts to hear you, and that’s probably not the best place for him to get lost in right now.

“Yoongi,” You softly call his name as you reach out for his intertwined fingers. You carefully pry his hands apart to place the spoon in his palm, nudging the bowl closer to the edge of the table. Yoongi blinks, his gaze moving from the wall to his hand, his fingers slowly closing around the utensil. His eyes trail over to you; the confused and empty look on his face making your stomach lurch.

“You need to eat,” You remind him. Yoongi watches you for another moment before he nods, his gaze moving back to the steaming soup in front of him. If the situation were different you would’ve felt like a creep just sitting there and watching Yoongi eat, but truthfully, you are pretty sure he never would have taken a bite unless he knew you were.

You wait until the bowl is half empty before you ask the question that’s been on the tip of your tongue all night.

“Why did you leave?”

Yoongi places the spoon back into the soup with a small shrug, his ears falling back into his hair as he stares down at the steaming food.

“I don’t know,” Yoongi’s voice is hoarse and raw. “The only thing I could think of was just that I needed to find that fucker and hurt him in the same way he hurt my mom,” The last few words slips out as a hiss, Yoongi’s lips twisting into a snarl as he remembers the report.

“I still do,” He adds, “I can’t let him get away with this.”

“I’ll help you,” Yoongi is shocked at the conviction in your voice, his eyes flying up to meet yours in surprise. You didn’t only have time to think about Mr. Park and Yoongi’s mom, but also why the other cases in the news report had felt so familiar. They were all from your company.

There’s no cases you have worked on yourself, but you know that one of them was Jihyo’s, and you’ve heard bits and pieces about the others from your co-workers. You had no idea about Mr. Park, his case must’ve been dealt with before you started working there, but you’re certain that the conveniently timed breaches the office has been having these last weeks has to be tied to this.

Jihyo’s case still leaves a sour taste in your mouth, and you can remember how distraught she was when her client’s claim got overruled. That’s probably the hardest aspect of your job, the fact that you can’t do anything else after you hand over all the information and evidence you’ve collected to the lawyer in charge. Jihyo was convinced something was off about it, but neither of you are in a position where your opinion matters, and so it wouldn’t have made a difference. If only, it probably would’ve made the cases of Jihyo’s future clients even more difficult to win, if members of the court already disliked her because she had voiced her concerns.  

You’re certain your company is connected to all of this, and your suspect hasn’t exactly been subtle with how he’s been sneaking around on your floor lately. But there’s only one way to find out for sure, and you’re more than ready to get to the bottom of this. You already made a promise to yourself that you would make the ones who had hurt Yoongi pay – and you sure as hell intend to keep it.

.

You’re not surprised at how quiet the office is the following day, it seems like a good chunk of your co-workers must have seen the news and arrived at the same conclusion. Well, maybe not exactly the same, but at least that your company was targeted for a reason. You had texted Jihyo about her case yesterday as well, and your friend looks like she hasn’t slept a wink. She has deep circles underneath her eyes, her usually bright and glowy skin looking dull and tired. Frowning, you take your seat, making a mental note to pick something up for her on your break.

You’re honestly not doing much better yourself. You kept waking up all night to make sure Yoongi was still curled up at the bottom of your bed, the black lump of fur soothing your anxiety just enough to fall back asleep, but not enough that it lasted for more than an hour. You were apprehensive about leaving him at home all by himself, but you quickly shut down that train of thought. Yoongi is an adult. He can leave your apartment whenever he wants to, and he’s more than capable to take care of himself.

You sigh, trying your best to ignore the gnawing worry in your stomach. After all, you have an important mission you need to do today. The day trickles by slowly, your anxiety only growing for each passing hour you’re left alone with your thoughts. You have no guarantee that your hunch is right, but you’re honestly not sure what terrifies you more – cornering the lanky guy from the IT department only to find out he has nothing to do with it, or finding out that he does. You don’t know what lengths this hacker group is willing to go to, or what this guy might be capable of doing. It would be easy to pretend you never noticed anything, but you can’t. This isn’t about you, this is about Yoongi.

You wave Jihyo off when she offers to stay back and wait for you at the end of the day, your nerves at an all time high as your co-workers start leaving one by one. You’re basically bouncing in your seat as you bid the last one goodbye; the floor suddenly plunged into silence. You swallow hard, your phone clutched tightly in your hand as you rise to your feet. You still haven’t figured out the best way to approach him, but you figure you can always use your computer as an excuse.

The stairwell is silent as you make your way down, and it’s only the sound of your footsteps bouncing of the walls that is keeping you company. You pause to take a deep breath once you reach the door to the IT department, trying your best to convince your fried nerves that he might not even be in today.

But of course, that gets thrown out the window as soon as you step inside. There’s only one desk that’s still on, and it’s his. The man startles as the door slams shut behind you, and he jumps out of his seat as you get closer. He hovers awkwardly behind his chair, tongue wetting his lips nervously as he sees your gaze flicker over to the cat-formed sticky notes pad he still has on his desk.

”Did you do it?” The words tumble out of your lips before you can zip them shut, and you groan inwardly at your lack of tact. Well, that’s one way to do it.

“I-I don’t know what you’re t-talking about,” The man stutters, his eyes flickering to the door behind you.

“The breach. I’ve seen you sneaking around our floor upstairs, and it just doesn’t feel like a coincidence that so many of our files suddenly ended up on the news yesterday,” You try to keep your voice level, desperately hoping that he can’t hear the slight tremor in it as you speak.

The man’s face grows white as you take a step closer, his throat bobbling as he grips the back of his chair tighter.

“N-no, I d-don’t have anything to d-do with it,” He vigorously shakes his head, his long hair flying side to side from the movement. Your eyes zero in on the weird pattern you noticed last time, and you feel like everything finally clicks into place as you realize what it is.

Scales.

This man must be a hybrid too. And he’s probably terrified of being found out. It’s pretty much unheard of that hybrids work along side humans without their owners, and he must’ve been putting himself into grave danger by showing up here every day for work.

“Oh okay, my mistake then,” You take a hesitant step back, the extra space seemingly calming the hybrid down.

You don’t believe him. If anything, you’re now more sure than ever that he has to have something to do with this, but the added uncertainty of not knowing what kind of hybrid he is, and what he’ll do if you corner him further isn’t worth it. You’ll have to come up with a better plan.

“I have some information on one of the files, but I see I was mistaken. My apologies,” You smile gently, hoping he’ll take the bait. That seems to make him pause, his eyes once again flickering over to something behind you before his tense posture suddenly relaxes.

“And what kind of information might that be, Y/n?” The deep voice behind your back nearly gives you a heart attack. You whip around to find Mr. Yang standing there with his arms crossed, an amused smile on his lips as he takes in your shocked expression.

“What?” You gape, dumbfounded at his sudden appearance.

“I don’t think Ki-won is the person you’re looking for,” Mr. Yang gestures to the hybrid.

“If you have anything you want to share, then you should do so with me. I’m the one who orchestrated the breach.”

You open and close your mouth, no words leaving your lips as you stare back at the older man. Even in your wildest dreams you would’ve never expected Mr. Yang to be behind it, not when he’s one of the few workers who’s been with the company for the longest time. Maybe you’re a little out of your depth.

“And I suppose you’re here because of your cat hybrid?” Scratch that. You’re definitely way out of your depth.

- - - - the next chapter will finally explain everything, and y/n might have to share a secret she doesn’t want yoongi to find out about ..  as always, i hope you’re all well and my inbox is always open if you want to chat about the story or just fics or life in general! see you all soon! in case you maybe enjoy my stories and want to buy me a coffee, you can do so here! 💖 AND please check out the posting schedule for july if you haven’t already!

[ssa-pretty-boy]

Love and Thunder

Summary: When a thunderstorm rolls in and the power goes out what will Spencer and his girlfriend do to pass the time?

Word Count: 4.4k

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smuttttttt - fingering, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT KIDS), penetrative sex

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The smell of coming rain had been in the air for days. So when dark clouds rolled in, threatening to open up at any given moment, no one really gave it a second thought.  But as the day progressed the normal hustle and bustle of the city grew into something more palpable, its people trying to get indoors before the torrential down pour that was sure to come. 

Spencer Reid was no exception. Though there was something about a good thunderstorm that he found extremely relaxing, he didn’t want to be caught outside in one. Like the rest of the city’s inhabitants he was speed walking down the concrete sidewalks, eternally grateful that his apartment was only a couple of blocks away from his metro stop. 

He managed to make it into the lobby of his building just as the first drops of rain started to sprinkle down. With a grateful sigh, he shucked off his rain coat as he watched the droplets slide down the glass door. The drizzle was slow and lazy, honestly more like a fine mist than true rain. Maybe this was just going to be an average summer rain shower after all.

Taking the stairs two at a time up to the fourth floor, he made it to the last landing with an astonishing amount of grace. For someone who was as uncoordinated as Spencer tended to be, it was a surprise even to himself he made it without so much as stumbling. He unlocked the door and was greeted with the sound of pots and pans clinking together coming from the kitchen. Rounding the corner into his tiny kitchen he saw Y/N at the stove, stirring what smelt like pasta sauce with one hand and holding an open book up to her face with the other. She was mouthing the words as she read and Spencer smiled, he found it incredibly endearing and told her as much as he left his satchel and raincoat on the small table tucked into the corner of the room.

Y/N laughed, glancing up over the top of her book with a warm smile as he came over to her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and settled his chin on the top of her head. “Wasn’t expecting you home yet.”

The book forgotten, she tossed it to the counter and leaned back into him, tilting her head up to place a soft kiss on the underside of his jaw. “I was just extra help today so I got cut loose early because of the storm.”

He hummed again, certainly not complaining that his girlfriend was home. “What are you making?”

She took the wooden spoon out of the pot and held it up to Spencer’s mouth for him to taste, smiling when he groaned and nodded his approval. “My mom sent me a new recipe for a creole Alfredo sauce. Everything else is ready so I just have to it throw in and let it simmer for a few minutes. Why don’t you go wash up and I’ll start setting the table.”

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When Spencer and Y/N were in each other’s company, they had a habit of blocking out the rest of the world. Spencer had always thought it sounded lame and cheesy when he heard couples say such things but when he met Y/N he understood it instantly. They were just so comfortable around each other, so…compatible, that nothing else mattered to them as long as the other was happy. Especially when they were in the comfort of their own home. 

They had been so wrapped up in each other, in fact, that they failed to notice the changing atmosphere outside. It wasn’t until they settled into bed for the night, when Spencer finally flipped on the TV and mindlessly turned to the weather channel in hopes of seeing a sunny forecast for the following day, that he realized just how intense this storm was going to get. So much for that picnic in the park with Derek, Savannah, and Hank they’d so been looking forward to. Spencer studied the swirling diagram of colors, noting that area which he and his girlfriend called home was already far into the red and it didn’t look like they would be in the green any time soon.

A flash of lightening brought his attention away from the television and towards the window on Y/N’s side of the bed. Pushing the thick duvet back, Spencer climbed from the warmth of the bed and padded towards the window. He reached out with a little hesitance and pulled the curtains back, eyes widening at what he saw on the other side of the glass. Several of the small trees lining the street had been blown over, the street itself in front of the building was flooded, and a few blocks away it looked as though the power had gone out. 

“It’s nasty out there,” he mumbled more to himself than Y/N. She was so preoccupied with painting her toenails, a shade of deep red that Spencer secretly found incredibly sexy, that she hadn’t even noticed him get out of bed to walk over to the window. 

“Is it?” She wasn’t really paying him any mind as she finished painting her left pink toe, the very tip of her tongue sticking out between her lips in concatenation as she did so.

He mumbled a soft ‘yeah’ as he sat down in front of her. Grinning at him, Y/N leaned back against the headboard of the bed and screwed the cap back onto her nail polish before tossing it into the small canvas bag sitting on her bedside table. 

“You like?” The question was rhetorical, she knew how much he liked the color on her and maybe she picked out specially for that reason. She lifted her foot just in front of his face and wiggled her toes to show off the color of the polish. 

Smirking at her, Spencer grabbed ahold of her ankle and pulled her down the bed closer to him, laughing at the squeal that the action got from her. Holding her foot up to his mouth, he pressed a kiss to each toe before slowly beginning to kiss up her foot to her calve then her thigh, all the way up to her waiting lips. “I fucking love it.” 

He let put a playful growl as he dove into the crook of her neck and began to place sloppy wet kisses all over the exposed skin, his fingers ghosting over her sides to start tickling her relentlessly. Her giggles ringing out through the small bedroom were like the most beautiful music he’d ever heard. Their playful fun was cut short though by a bright flash of lightening that washed the room in a bluish hue, both of their head snapping towards the window. Holding his breath, Spencer began to count in anticipation for the clap of thunder that was sure to come. 

1…

2…

3…

4…

There was the deafening crack of thunder he had been waiting on. It sounded like it was directly over head, the very walls of the building seeming to quake. Y/N let out a squeak, clutching onto Spencer’s biceps for dear life as she hid her face in his chest. 

Trying to lighten the mood however he could, he laughed and and pulled back to look at her face. “It’s alright, sweet girl. Just a little thunder and lightning, nothing to be scared of. Well, there’s no need to be afraid of thunder, anyway, seeing as though its really just a sound caused by the lightning. Lightning, on the other hand, can be quite dangerous if-”

With a playful swat to his chest, she silenced him. “As much as I usually love your facts and tangents, that one really didn’t help. Like at all. You know how I am about bad weather! It just freaks me out a little." She admitted the last bit sheepishly, no matter how many times he assured her she had no reason to be embarrassed by her fear of storms, she still hated to admit it. Everyone is afraid of something, he always told her. 

Brown eyes flashing, he looked down at her with a smirk before leaning back back down and pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before working his way to her jaw.

“Well then, why don’t we do something to take you mind off of it, hm?” He was kissing her throat again as he suggested it, pressing the words into the column of her neck with wet, open mouthed kisses. Her head was already swimming, thoughts foggy as his mouth trailed lower, pulling at the collar of her shirt to get access to her collar bones now. The only response she was able to supply him with was a mumbled “mhm” and a shuddering gasp as his cold hands slipped under her T-shirt to find her bare chest, much more purposeful than the playful tickling had been. His thumbs ghosted over her nipples and she arched into touch, moaning when he pinched the hardening peaks between his thumbs and forefingers.

Just as he pulled the old Caltech shirt off of her, the lamps on either side of the bed along with the TV began to flicker. “Shit,” he cursed as he rolled off of her. “The power is probably about to go.”

Spencer stood from the bed and grabbed his phone from the bedside table just as the electricity flickered off entirely. Switching on the flashlight that was built into his phone, he shone it into Y/N’s face. She squinted into the light, holding up her hands to shield her eyes from the blinding brightness. “I’m going to go get some candles and a lighter. Stay in here, bubs.” 

Quickly making his way down the dark hallway, Spencer headed for the hoard of scented candles he knew Y/N had stashed in the linen closet. He scanned the shelves, and spied the decorative basket tucked into the corner of the top shelf. Honestly, he didn’t even want to know how Y/N had managed to get up there. Even for as tall as he was, he had to stand on his tip-toes to reach it.

He pulled the basket down and rummaged through it, crinkling his nose at a few of the names… Pink Sand, Midnight Cashmere, Home Sweet Home. Why did they all have to have weird names? Why couldn’t they just be named what they were supposed to smell like? Eventually he gave up on trying to find normal ones, just deciding to take the entire basket before going to the kitchen to retrieve a lighter from the junk drawer under the microwave. 

Once back in their bedroom, Spencer began to scatter the candles all over the small space, lighting them as he went. Before long the entire room was aglow with a soft, flickering light. After finally lighting the last few, he tossed the lighter down onto the dresser before going to flop onto the bed next to Y/N. 

Still half naked, she was sitting up with her knees pulled her to chest and staring absentmindedly out of the window. She was too busy worrying her bottom lip between her teeth and watching the rain slap against the glass to pay the slightest bit of attention to Spencer. So he turned onto his side and took the opportunity to watch her.

Right arm propping his head up, he shamelessly let his eyes rake over her from the top of her head all the way to the tips her toes. On their fifth date, he’d noted that candle light made her look ten times as gorgeous as she already was. The tiny flickering flames illuminated her features in ways a light bulb or even the sun failed do. Every date night he had planned since usually involved a lot of candles for that very reason. 

Not being able to resist the temptation any longer, Spencer reached up and cupped her cheek in his hand. Y/N turned her face into his palm and pressed a kiss to the center of it. Their eyes locked and Spencer swore he felt his heart swell in his chest as she stared down at him with what could only be called adoration. It was funny how time seemed to stop completely when she looked at him like that. Like he hung the stars and the moon in the sky just for her. It made him feel like he could fly. 

She moved to lie down facing him, so close that their noses were just centimeters apart, and ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders. The muscles of his arms tensed in the wake of her touch and she batted her lashes up him, feigning total innocence at her actions as his pupils blew wide. Her hands slid back down his chest, her nails pressing into him just hard enough to leave faint red lines in their wake. “I think we were doing something a minute ago.”

“Yeah, I think we were.” His words were husky as he cupped her cheeks in his hands again and leaned in to kiss her. Winding her arms around his neck, she pulled him on top of her and he fell to rest perfectly between her thighs.

One of his hands slipped into her hair and gripped tightly at the roots, snapping her head back so that he could have even more access to her throat and jaw. A wanton moan accompanied the sharp sting of her nails raking over his shoulders when he bit down hard enough to bruise. He bit and sucked relentlessly at her pulse point, fully intending to give her a rather spectacular hickey to sport the next day at work. When he pulled away to inspect his work he smirked at the mark, his thumb brushing over it with just enough pressure to have her whimpering.

Becoming desperate for some sort of relief from the growing tension between her legs, she started grinding herself down onto Spencer’s thigh. The cocky bastard was smirking down at her as his iron grip forced her hips back down onto the mattress. She was already so blissed out she didn’t even realize his hands had left her neck and hair. “Be patient, princess.”

The use of the pet name had her eyes fluttering shut, the asshole knew the effect it had on her and used it to his advantage every change he got. Kissing her swollen lips once more, he pulled away and sat back on his calves to drink in the sight of her; pupils blown wide, lips red and swollen. When she looked like this, all flustered just from his touches and kisses, Spencer could barely control himself. Before going to crawl back over her, he grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and quickly tugged it over his head before tossing it to join her’s on the floor. 

Y/N sat up on her knees, meeting him in the middle of the bed, to kiss him. It was feverish and sloppy, their teeth clashing and nipping at each other’s lips. Both were breathless when they finally parted, heads swimming from the lack of oxygen.  

Placing a firm hand on her chest, Spencer pushed her back to lie back down on the bed. Hovering over her again, he dipped his head down to her chest and took her one of her nipples into his mouth. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as he bit down and tugged at it. He released her after a moment and laved over the bite marks with his tongue before he moved to her other breast. She arched up into his touch, hands tangling in his hair as he continued to lavish her chest with attention. 

“I love your tits,” he told her shamelessly, placing a kiss on each raw nipple before licking up the valley between them.

Despite the filthiness of the words and actions, she snorted out a laugh and shoved his head away from her chest. He was laughing as he pulled away, “I do though!”

“I know you do. And I love your cock but I would really love if it were inside me right now.” She reached down and started palming him through his pajama pants to emphasize her point.

“Remember what I said about having p-patience?” He choked on the words as she gripped him tighter, his head dropping forward onto her shoulder as he shuddered. When he lifted his head back up his cheeks were flushed and his pupils had blown so wide there was only a thin ring of honey brown surrounding them.

He sat back and hooked his fingers into the waist band of her sleep shorts and underwear and jerked them down her legs. When she was completely naked under him, he cupped her sex and practically growled,“I want to play a little first.” 

The words alone were enough to have her moaning and bucking up into his hand, aching for some sort of friction. Spencer ran his middle finger up her slit, gathering her arousal on the digit before bringing it up to her mouth. Without having to be told, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, taking his finger in her mouth and moaning at the taste of herself as she sucked it clean. 

She released him with a soft ‘pop’ and he instantly brought his hand back down to her core. He ran the same finger up her slit again, ghosting over her clit with a few slow, lazy circles this time. Y/N gasped, her hands flying to Spencer’s biceps as he slowly slid the offending digit into her and began to pump it in and out of her. 

She moaned out, arching her back off the bed as he started to pick up the pace, curling it up to perfectly stroke against her front wall each time. “More.” It came out as more of a breathless moan than an actual word but Spencer understood her none the less. “Gimme another one, Spence.”

“So fucking needy, aren’t you?” Despite the comment he complied with her request  instantly. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe as he slipped another long, nimble finger into her aching heat, not even bothering to give her a chance to acclimate to the slight stretch. Spencer’s fingers were fucking into her at a relentless pace, still curling them at just the right angle to have her seeing stars. She had asked for more and damn if he wasn’t delivering.

She was slack jawed as her eyes were rolled back in her head and god damn he had never been happier to have an eidetic memory. The look on her face was going to be what got him off when he was in those cold, lonely hotel rooms across the country. 

“Ah god,” she was panting now, her chest heaving as she chased after her high. “Please don’t stop. Please. Please. Please, Spence.”

He added his thumb to her clit and started pressing small, tight circles to the swollen bundle of nerves. A lewd moan ripped from her throat as her hips bucked up into his hand, much to Spencer’s amusement. With a deep chuckle, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Please what, princess? Use your words.”

A delicious warmth started to settle in her belly as she clenched around around his fingers and Spencer had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning at the tightness. “Please let me cum. Please,” she was begging, her voice raw and breathless. And he would be lying through his fucking teeth if he said it didn’t go straight to his cock. He hummed and sped up his fingers, still making sure to curl upward with each thrust. 

Stars flashed in front of her eyes as that warmth in her belly burst into a full blown flame, the fire licking up her body from her toes all the way to her head. Her nails dug into Spencer’s tensed biceps as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, milking her high for all it was worth. Even as the pleasure started to ebb, he kept up his ministrations to the point where her mewling moans turned into whimpers. She was spasming around his fingers, her walls gripping so tightly around him that he couldn’t help the bucking of his hips into the mattress below them.

“S-Spencer,” she moaned, her hands finally finding his and trying to shove him away. She could already feel another orgasm building, riding the tails of the aftershocks from the first. 

“C’mon,” he purred. “You can do it, baby. Give me another one.”

Her skin felt like it was on fire as her toe curling second orgasm hit her. She was trembling as Spencer worked her through it, his fingers slowing and eventually pulling away from her aching pussy altogether. Another lewd moan was the only sound she could manage at the loss of contact.

“You did so good, princess,” he mumbled as he pressed sweet kisses to the side of her face while she came back down to earth. “You took my fingers so well. Think you can handle my cock now, baby?”

Bleary eyes fluttered open to look up at him and she nodded slowly. Spencer smirked down at her and made quick work of wiggling out of his pajama pants. Y/N reached down to take him in her hand but he swatted her away. His cock was aching and he knew if she took him in her very capable hands he wouldn’t last long at all. “Trust me baby, I’m good to go.”

Grabbing her by her forearm, Spencer hauled her up to sit on her knees before climbing back on the bed behind her. Still fucked out and pliable, she didn’t fight it when he put a firm hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her face down into the mattress. With one hand firmly planted on her hip and the other gripping his dick, he lined himself up with her entrance and slowly pushed in. 

Every nerve ending in her body felt like it was a live wire; everywhere he touched he left fire in his wake. She was a mewling mess beneath him as he set a slow but purposeful pace, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into her. There were sure to be finger shaped bruises along her hips in the morning but she didn’t care, couldn’t care as he started pounding into her like his only purpose in life was to fuck her into sweet, sweet oblivion.

“Fuck,” he panted, “you feel so fucking good, baby. So tight and warm.”

The sound of skin slapping and Y/N moans filled the room as he settled into a quick and brutal rhythm, his hips snapping forward even harder. One of his hands slid up her back and gripped onto the back of her neck, hauling her back to rest against his chest. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, her eyes screwing shut at the deeper angle the position allowed. He was so deep and she swore she could feel him in her belly when he took her this way. 

“Nu-huh,” he breathed in her ear, thrusts not faltering in the slightest. The hand on the back of her neck came to grip her jaw and turn her head towards the mirror resting on the dresser directly across from the bed. “I want you to watch yourself get wrecked.”

Her eyes fluttered open and looked at her reflection in the mirror, moaning at what she saw staring back at her. The hand he had on her hip slid around her and dipped down to spread her open so they could better see where he was fucking into her. 

“Touch yourself for me,” he told her, his voice husky and commanding. She did as she was told, sticking her fingers in her mouth first to wet them with her tongue before bringing them down to her clit and swirling them in small, quick circles. With a particularly sharp thrust Y/N was cumming again, crying out as her vision went completely white this time around. 

Her walls clamped down around his cock like a vice and Spencer’s head dropped to her shoulder as he groaned, his thrusts starting to get sloppy. “S-Shit. I’m right behind you, baby, just hold on.”

A couple of thrusts later he was cumming, groaning out a string of curses as he spilled into her. His arms around her waist were the only thing keeping her upright as they caught their breath. As gently as he could manage, he pulled out of her and her lie down before collapsing to the mattress beside her.

After a few minutes of basking in their afterglow, Spencer pressed a kiss to the crown of Y/N’s head before he got out of the bed to get a washcloth to clean her up. As he turned off the faucet he realized there was a sudden lack of howling wind and pouring rain. Making his way back into the bedroom, he peeked out the window before returning to bed.

“It stopped storming,” he mused as he gently brought the warm washcloth up between Y/N’s legs.

She winced at the sensation but was otherwise quiet for a moment before admitting, “Honestly, I had forgotten it was even storming in the first place.”

Mission accomplished then, Spencer thought to himself with a soft chuckle as he tossed the washcloth in the hamper next to the dresser. He settled back down on the bed with her, pulling her back to him. He had just about drifted off to sleep when Y/N started to giggle uncontrollably. He peaked an eye open to look down at her as her shoulders started to shake from the fit of laughter.  

“God, the neighbors probably thought we were making a porno.” She was still laughing as she said it but knew fully well that the elderly couple next door probably did hear them. And would no doubt make comments about it the next time they ran into each other in the stairwell. 

A wicked grin took over his face as he looked down at her and laughed, “Now there’s an idea.”

[honey-dewey]

We Can’t all be Sunshine and Rainbows

Pairing: Marcus Moreno/Reader

Word Count: 2,344

Warnings: No big ones. Implied torture and feelings of depression and PTSD. 

Marcus had never seen anyone as powerful as you. With emotions that literally controlled the weather, you were basically a God. But power of that magnitude attracts many kinds of people, and sometimes, you must rely on yourself as much as you rely on the calming voice of Marcus Moreno

Author’s Notes: I don’t usually do an A/N but I want to give credit to the lovely @anetteaneta for their story ‘Weatherwoman’ which inspired the Reader’s power in this story! Go check it out, because it was a very good story. 

“You doing okay?” 

You looked up, sighing as the weather noticeably warmed. Marcus always made the temperature rise, but he never seemed to mind. In fact, he found it funny. 

“Yeah,” you said, flipping a page in your book. “Just thinking.” 

Marcus smiled, settling on the grass next to you. “Your thinking is making it very cold out here. What’s wrong?” 

You closed your book. “This was mom’s favorite book.” 

“Oh.” Marcus shuffled closer to you, so that his thigh was pressed to yours. He could still remember finding you, alone and scared, in the wreckage of your parents house. You’d gotten into an argument with them over something small, and your powers had ignited in that moment, setting the entire house ablaze. He’d been the one to lift you from the smoking remains and bandage your slightly singed hands. Aside from being shaken, you were completely fine. 

The lasting emotional damage had been bad. You’d never learned to control your power, so the city’s weather depended entirely on your mood. Marcus continued to insist you needed to take control and make your power your own, but fear kept you from ever trying. The last time you’d used your power on a scale as large as Marcus was talking about, you’d killed two people and turned your childhood home to ash. But he never pushed, only reminded you he was there for when you were ready to try. 

Now, three years after the accident, you and Marcus were partners, both in a relationship and in hero work. He was your rock, grounding you whenever your emotions got the better of you. He’d prevented many devastating hurricanes and actually jumped into a tornado you had caused so he could calm you down. In return, you gave him sunshine and happiness, rekindling his love and providing him a reason to fight as hard as he did. 

“Is there anything you need?” Marcus asked, nudging your side. 

You shook your head. “Not anything you could get me,” you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder. 

You two stayed like that, enjoying each other in the simplest way, until the sun began to turn Marcus’s skin red. When that happened, you kissed his nose, leaving the tiniest bit of sunburn behind. 

He laughed, standing and helping you up. “The weather is perfect,” he said, putting his arm around you. 

“Thank you,” you said. “I do try.” 

You two ended up in the local park, hand in hand. Heroics headquarters stood high in the background, reminding you of the ever looming responsibility Marcus had on his shoulders. The weather remained nice, sunny and a perfect temperature for a walk. 

“How’s Missy?” You asked eventually, after bouncing from topic to topic. 

“Good!” Marcus said happily. “She’s a natural leader.” 

You smiled. “I wonder where she gets that from.”

Marcus laughed. Before he could say anything, however, his watch beeped. “Crap.” 

“Work?” 

“Work.” Marcus took his jacket off and put it across your shoulders. “Keep this safe for me, okay?” 

You nodded, drawing the worn leather tighter around you. “You better come back for it!” 

Marcus began to jog across the park, turning back to smile at you. “I always do!” 

As he ran off, you sighed, turning away and heading back to Marcus’s house. It wasn’t too far, and the weather would remain nice as long as you stayed calm. 

Of course, the sun can’t last forever. 

You got home, seeing Missy already there. “That bad, huh?” You asked, grabbing a glass of milk. 

Missy shrugged. “They wouldn’t tell me.” 

“Well that’s a load of crap,” you said, sitting at the table next to her. “Let’s see if we can’t see him on the news.” 

Missy perked up, following you into the living room and turning on the TV. A bunch of reporters were already covering the attack, and you eagerly nudged Missy. “There he is.” 

As the fighting continued, you grew more and more worried that this wouldn’t go well. Marcus was getting visibly tired, protecting an unconscious Ms. Vox. The faceless enemies piled up around him, staining the ground red. It wasn’t until you felt a hand on your thigh that you realized what was happening outside. 

The sky was dark, a deep blue-purple grey that scared you so much lightning began to flash in the sky, splitting the nightmare clouds and making you jump. 

“You need to calm down,” Missy murmured, crawling into your lap and taking your hands. You breathed with her, feeling her back expand against your chest. Eventually, the sky settled at a gentler grey overcast, a light rainfall hitting the ground as Missy turned the TV off. 

“He’ll be fine,” she promised, scooting next to you and pushing herself into you. “He always is.” 

He was not. 

A heroics agent came to the house within the hour, solemnly telling you that Marcus had been kidnapped. His location was unknown, and the agent handed a shocked Missy Marcus’s shattered watch. 

As soon as the agent gave you two the information, the rain heavily increased until it was pouring. There was no thunder, just a dismally grey sky and a steady downpour. Missy walked over to the kitchen counter, gently placing the ruined watch down next to a photo of the three of you, smiling and happy on a beautiful sunny day. 

Four days of straight, nonstop rain later, you were slowly rolling a pen across Marcus’s desk in Heroic headquarters. Miracle Guy and Tech-No were with you, keeping you and Missy, who was sitting in the corner of the office and doing her homework, safe. However, nothing was really happening, so having them there was pointless. 

Pointless until a beeping startled you, sending a split second of hail across the window. 

“That was me.” Tech-No checked his watch, standing abruptly and gesturing Miracle Guy to his feet. “They found him.” 

“Found who?” You asked, also standing. “Marcus?” 

Miracle Guy hesitated by the door, looking between you and Missy. “Missy, get the kids and meet me on the bus in five minutes.” 

You followed after Miracle Guy, your anxiety making the winds outside pick up. “Hey!” You shouted, but he didn’t turn. No one did. “What’s going on?” 

Missy and the other kids raced over to the bus, Tech-No ushering them on. You tried to follow, but Miracle Guy refused to let you pass. 

“I promised Marcus I’d keep you safe,” he yelled over the wind. “That means you’re staying here.” 

“If they don’t go, I don’t go,” Missy countered, stepping off the bus and standing beside you. 

Miracle Guy faltered. “Missy.” 

Missy stood her ground, glaring at the Heroics until they let you on the bus. 

The ride to wherever you were going was silent, all other noise being drowned by the rain, which only got worse as the bus got further and further from headquarters. 

“Marcus is in the second building on the left,” Miracle Guy said once the bus began to slow. “Missy, you take the kids and secure the surrounding area. We’ll go in teams of two, staggered by a few minutes. Once he’s been retrieved, take him to the ambulance. We don’t know what his current condition is, so be prepared for anything.” 

“What about me?” You asked, hesitantly standing. 

Miracle Guy pointed to the ambulance that had pulled up beside the bus. “Stay here. If we get him out, he’ll want a familiar face. Try and stay calm. The last thing we need right now is a hurricane.” 

You nodded, grabbing an umbrella and setting yourself up under the small tent next to the ambulance. 

The wait was agonizing, but you managed to calm your nerves until the wind was just a slight breeze. The kids got the surrounding buildings secured, flushing out a bunch of low level villains. The police arrested them all, and Missy joined you under the tent. 

“Anything?” She asked. All the Heroics had gone in, and yet, none had returned. 

“No.” You fidgeted with the umbrella handle, your anxiety making the air cold. “Nothing yet.” 

Just as you spoke, Ms. Vox stumbled out of the building, supported by Blinding Fast. Two paramedics rushed over, helping them under the tent and calling for more ambulances. 

“What’s going on?” Missy asked, looking worriedly at Ms. Vox’s injuries. 

She shook her head. “They aren’t very strong,” she said softly, her voice incredibly scratched. “Or organized but there are so many of them. I think Tech-No found Marcus, but couldn’t do much. Lavagirl is out cold, and last I saw of Sharkboy, he was trying to help her. I don’t think they’re doing okay.” 

Missy bit her lip, looking back at the building. “We’re going in.” 

You hesitated. “Who are you taking?” 

She turned to look at you, genuine fear in her eyes. “You.” 

“What?” 

Missy took your hand. “We’ve got this,” she promised. “For Dad.” 

You nodded, the rain lightening substantially. “For Marcus.” 

The two of you raced into the building, followed by Missy’s team. She began shouting directions, sending the kids off in various directions. By the time she was done, it was you, her, Wild Card, and Guppy racing up stairs and down halls. 

In the end, you and Missy reached a door that had been smashed in, Tech-No unconscious just outside the doorway. Missy propped him up on the wall and gestured Guppy over. “Think you can take him downstairs?” 

Guppy nodded, lifting Tech-No easily and carrying him off towards the waiting ambulances. 

Missy gestured Wild Card into the room first, and he immediately began to take out villains. You slipped into the room behind him, trying to keep your bearings beyond the muddled mix of emotions brewing in your chest. 

You spotted Marcus laying, unconscious, in a cage, his body smeared with blood. You gasped, feeling the anger and fear turn your vision dark. 

Missy slipped behind you, pressing a hand to your arm. “Stay calm.” 

“Forget calm,” you growled lowly, looking at her, crouched down beside you. “Get Wild Card out of here. Evacuate the building as best you can. Get everyone away from the area and into sturdy buildings as far away as you can.” 

“What are you going to do?” Missy asked, clearly nervous. 

You balled your fists. “I’m getting your father out of here.” 

Missy left, grabbing Wild Card and going, yelling down the halls to get out. You rushed the remaining villains, the rain getting heavier and heavier as you fought, using the minimal fight training you had. 

Finally, the villains were all out, piled on the floor in limp heaps. You quickly opened the cage and pulled Marcus out, dragging him to the middle of the room. If this didn’t work, it would kill everyone. If it did, it could be your saving grace. 

You sat on the floor, pulling Marcus into your lap. His eyes opened slightly, one of them swollen and bruised. “Babe?” 

“Hush,” you whispered, cradling him with one hand and raising the other to the circular window in the ceiling. The rain pounded, and you concentrated on the feeling behind it, focusing on the soreness in your body until the rain turned to hail. The hail grew in size until it shattered the window, baseball sized chunks of ice hitting the floor, avoiding you and Marcus. 

You kept your hand raised, feeling it burn, the white hot fire racing down your arm as you poured anger into your heart, the red hot emotions mixing with the pain in your body until you were screaming, summoning a huge bolt of lightning to strike the building. 

When you opened your eyes again, it was to sirens and the smell of smoke. You cracked an eye, seeing charred rubble all around you. Sunlight filtered down, warming your face as you collapsed against Marcus. He was limp as well, and you were both supporting each other. 

“You did it,” Marcus murmured into your heat from where his chin was resting against your shoulder. “You turned your power into your own.” 

You smiled, using the last of your strength to grip his shirt. “Don’t you ever do that to me again, okay? I was so worried.” 

Marcus chuckled weakly. “I’ll try not to get kidnapped again,” he promised. 

The rescue team found you a few minutes later, lifting you both from the smoking remains of the building. Missy hugged both of you, crying her eyes out and insisting on riding in the ambulance with you. Aside from being shocked and a bit dazed, you were okay, slumped against the ambulance wall as you watched a paramedic stitch up a wound on Marcus’s arm. 

Two days later, the sun was shining and the weather was warm as Marcus was discharged from the hospital. Heroics had given him a vacation, letting him recover in the safety of his own home for a month. Missy was off from school for a week, using her time off to relax and forget what had just befallen you. 

“Weather’s nice,” Marcus commented happily as you two walked through his house and into the backyard. 

You smiled, sitting next to him in the grass. “The forecast all week is supposed to be sunshine,” you murmured. 

Marcus nodded, leaning his head onto yours. “Y’know, I knew exactly when you got the news,” he said softly. “The rain was so loud.” 

“I’m sorry.” You picked at a loose thread on your shirt, anxiety making clouds roll across the sun. 

“No,” Marcus insisted, taking your hands. “I knew it meant you were missing me. And that you’d come for me.” 

You smiled, the sun beginning to shine bright again. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” Marcus said. “And by the way, do you still have my jacket?” 

You laughed, the weather warming. “It’s in the house,” you said happily. “Didn’t want to ruin it.” 

Marcus smiled. “You’re the best.” 

You leaned into his chest, looking up at the sky. It was picture perfect, with a few scattered clouds and a bright sun to warm everything. “I know.”

[inkyhorror]

The installment of Trust Exercise is taking longer than expected because the first draft wasn’t quite the tone I was looking for. In the interim I wrote and edited this. It didn’t turn out quite like I wanted but at this point I’m a little tired of looking at it. Posted here and on AO3.

Touch Starved

Warnings: None

Pairings: MC/Diavolo

Word Count: 1408

The distant roll of thunder gently pulls you from your slumber. You bury your face in the pillow and let out a groan, taking a few moments to listen as another low rumble reaches your ears. Face still firmly planted in your pillow, you swat lazily at the space next to you in search of your DDD. Upon finding it you peek out and press the ON button. You immediately regret your decision. The light from the screen blinds you and you have to take a moment to let your eyes adjust. Checking the time you realize it is nearly 4 in the morning. Way too early to be awake. 

A sudden flash of lightning illuminates the room, drawing your eyes to the open balcony doors. You push yourself up on your elbows and squint in the darkness to get a better look. There is a figure on the balcony silhouetted by the dim light of the outside world. Whoever it is is tall and muscular, their hands braced against the railings as they stand with their back towards you watching the rain fall. It only takes you a second to recognize it as Lord Diavolo. The demon prince had invited everyone to spend another weekend at the royal palace and through pure luck you had ended up rooming with Lucifer and Diavolo, much to Mammon’s displeasure. A quick glance revealed that Lucifer was still fast asleep in his own bed. With a sigh you drag yourself out of bed and join Lord Diavolo on the balcony. 

“Relaxing, isn’t it?” He does not look at you as he speaks. 

“Yeah, it is. I think this is the first time I’ve seen it rain here in the Devildom.” You walk up next to him and lean forward to rest your elbows on the railing. 

“Yes. It doesn't rain here very often. This is quite a treat.” He smiles serenely as he continues to watch the falling rain. You hum in acknowledgement of his answer and the two of you fall silent as another flash of lightning arcs across the sky. You shift your weight from one leg to the other and accidentally bump into him. Diavolo flinches and pulls away from your touch. His sudden reaction startles you. 

“Sorry! I’m so sorry Lord Diavolo, I didn’t mean to do that.” You straighten up and take a half step away from him, suddenly nervous that you have done something to make him uncomfortable. 

“No! It’s fine, really.” He flashes you an apologetic smile before turning away quickly. You swear that you can see a tinge of pink in his cheeks even in the dark room. “You know, there’s really no need to speak so formally around me.“ A sharp laugh escapes you before you are able to suppress it. Diavolo shoots you a puzzled look. 

“I was under the impression that if i didn’t address you by your full title Lucifer would quite literally murder me.” Diavolo blinks. Once the sarcasm of your response registers he chuckles, a deep sound that you can almost feel reverberate through the air. 

“He’s always so protective. If I’m honest I sometimes wish he would lighten up just a little. Maybe then people would be less hesitant to approach me.” His honestly catches you completely off guard. In all your time in the Devildom you would ever have expected to hear Lord Diavolo speak ill about his closest friend. He seems to suddenly realize what he said and clears his throat to dispel the tension. 

“You’ve mentioned that before. About the other demons being too scared to talk to you. Is it really that lonely for you?” 

“It can be, yes.” He closes his eyes and sighs heavily. You are not sure how to respond. You have not spent as much time with the Demon Prince as you have with the brothers but over time you have come to find his presence quite comforting. Despite his size and status the man is genuinely kind. Without thinking you reach out and place your hand on his. He flinches once again but does not pull away.

“You know, humans have this thing where we crave physical contact.” You lean into him, pressing your shoulder against his arm. It is quiet, but you swear you can hear him gasp. “It can be anything from hugs to hand shakes, but we seek contact with others” With your free hand, you run your fingers lightly up and down his forearm. Diavolo shudders. “If we don’t have enough of it we can start to feel sad, lonely, isolated.” When you pull away from him you hear him whimper quietly. Glancing up you catch the sad, pleading look in his eyes. You reach up and stroke his cheek. He presses into your palm, desperately seeking more contact. Closing his eyes and sighing as he savors your touch. “I wonder if it’s the same for demons.” 

“Yes, I think it might be.” He sighs. This level of vulnerability is so uncommon for the demon prince. It makes your chest ache to see him so sad, so desperate for any form of physical affection. You glance over to Lucifer’s bed once more. Still asleep. Good. 

“Lord Diavolo, if you’re ever feeling lonely you can always call on me. It doesn't have to be a special occasion. We could watch movies or just sit together while you work. I know I’m not anyone special, but I would love to spend more time with you.” Your voice is even and your words are sincere. His eyes well up with tears and he takes a shaky breath. It takes him a minute to collect himself enough to respond. 

“I would love that. Thank you. However, can I ask for one more favor?” You tilt your head quizzically. “Please don't use my full title, not when it's just the two of us.” You glance nervously in Lucifer's direction. Diavolo notices and follows your line of sight. “I won't tell him if you wont.” You consider his request for a moment then nod in affirmation.

“Alright, deal.” You hold out your hand and extend your pinky. Diavolo is only vaguely familiar with the concept of a pinky promise, such silly human rituals. He hooks his pinky with yours and with that you are both sworn to secrecy.

“It’s pretty late, we really should get back to sleep.” As if to emphasize your point you are overtaken by a yawn. Diavolo nods and the two of you reenter your shared room and he closes the balcony doors behind you. As you begin to walk to your bed Doavolo catches your arm to stop you. When you look back at him he looks uncharacteristically shy, head turned away and eyes averted.

“Would you... Um... Would you mind terribly if I slept next to you? I wouldn't want to trouble you if you don’t want to. It’s just that these beds are so big it can get a little…” He lets his sentence trail off. The request is a little shocking to say the least, but given your previous conversation you do not have it in you to deny him this one indulgence. 

“Of course, Dia. It's no trouble at all.” A look of surprise crosses his face. It is quickly replaced by a look of utter delight.

“You called me Dia, is that my nickname?” You are suddenly very aware that this might be the prince's first time being given a nickname. He looks absolutely ecstatic. 

“Only if you like it.” He nods enthusiastically.

“I do! Thank you!” He takes your hand and pulls you deeper into the room “We should sleep, I have a big day planned for all of us tomorrow and I want you rested up.” He leads you to his bed and lays down, gesturing for you to join him. You try to keep some distance between the two of you as you lay down, however Diavolos weight creates an indent in the soft mattress that pulls you towards him like a black hole. Accepting your fate you sigh and snuggle closer to his chest, feeling his strong arms wrap around you.

“Goodnight. Sleep well.” Pressed against him as you are his words are more of a rumble in his chest and as actual sounds reaching your ears.

“Goodnight Dia. Sweet dreams.” You feel his embrace tighten as the two of you drift off into sleep. 

AN: I cannot help but imagine that in the morning Lucifer is just standing at the foot of their bed staring disapprovingly. He’s gonna give MC one hell of a lecture once he gets them back to the House of Lamentation. 

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Involved

Keanu Reeves x Reader.

Warnings- SMUT/NSFW (probably the softest SMUT I’ve ever written), Angst

“Come over?”

That’s what the text read, and Keanu’s fingers hovered over the screen as he debated his answer. Y/n always hated storms; the booming claps of the thunder, the angry strikes of lightening and how the wind would whip the rain violently, it all always seemed frighten her. Though, for days, the forecast had predicted that one was brewing and by Thursday, sunny California had greyed significantly and a telling chill hung in the air. Occasionally eerie winds would be joined by heavy droplets and Keanu knew that by the time dusk came, heavier rains would be upon them.

He also knew that despite the tug-of-war going on in his head, he’d eventually find his way to Y/n’s place; he couldn’t bare to think of her alone and afraid at her place. They weren’t together, they hadn’t been for a while, but somehow, years after their bittersweet end, Y/n and Keanu were still....involved. She was still the person he called after a bad day and he was still her go to when she didn’t want to be alone. At times, things had even gone past what was shared between old friends, more resembling what they used to have as lovers; she’d wake up in his bed or vise versa. 

Finally relenting, Keanu let his fingers tap the screen quickly; “Sure, be there as soon as I can.”

Without waiting for her response, Keanu showered and changed quickly, snatching up his phone and car keys on his way out. The drive to Y/n’s place at a lovely seaside community was more than an hour from his place and with rain, he could be looking at a two hour drive.

Just minutes under two hours after she had sent her two word text, Keanu was pulling into Y/n’s driveway. The rain had long started, pattering loudly against her closed windows, the howling of the wind sometimes interrupted by thunder and lightening. She hadn’t even heard the hum of his Porsche as he parked, but she did get the text informing her that he was at her front door.

Dressed cozily in her favorite sweatshirt and pair of leggings, Y/n jogged barefoot to her front door, pulling it open and smiling softly at the sight of Keanu. She could always count him to show up when she needed him, even if it was soaking went and breathing heavily. His grey shirt beneath his black jacket clung to his skin and his hair was dripping onto his shoulders. “Thanks for coming,” Y/n ushered Keanu inside and they lingered on the rug at the entrance. She pecked the corner of his lips, placing a palm on his cheek, his beard rough under fingers; in the past year, he had gotten more grey, not that Y/n minded, even if it wasn’t her place too. She actually quite liked it, age looked good on him.

“No problem,” Keanu dismissed gently, with his hand on Y/n’s waist, “I’d hug you but I’m soaked. And now I’m dripping onto your rug,” he chuckled, looking down at how around his brown boots, a dark, damp patch stood out against the material.

Giggling, Y/n shook her head, “It’s okay, I think you still have some clothes here, so we can toss these into the dryer.”

“Sounds good,” Keanu followed Y/n up the stairs, all the way to her bedroom, where he had been last been just a couple months prior. As she rummaged through the dresser, where some of his clothes still resided, he kept his eyes trained on her. It used to be like that when they were together too; they were always taking care of each other. Keanu often thought that Y/n was better at taking care of him than he was at doing it himself; always reminding him that it was okay to put himself first, to take some time off and just let someone worry about him. He had been good for her too; before Keanu, Y/n would have trouble letting people in, but he had weaned her out of herself and she had opened up to him in a way that she never hadn’t ever before.

They were good for each other. Keanu didn’t think there was another like Y/n, and Y/n wasn’t interested in starting over with someone new.

As he watched her, Y/n eventually got out an old t-shirt, and from another drawer, a pair of dark jeans, he had been looking for those, “I guess I should get to clearing this stuff out, huh?” Keanu would always offer a quip of that strain when he saw how much he had left there. Likewise, Y/n would always promise to clear out what she had left back at his place after she had moved out. Neither of them would ever get to it though; boxing their stuff up and moving it out felt too final for the pair, it was if it would signal a real end, the final break that Y/n and Keanu wasn’t ready for.

Handing the clothes over, she stood merely a foot away, “Yeah, and you still have my copy of The Bell Jar.”

“I don’t have it,” he huffed playfully, “You just never take back when you come over,” taking the dry outfit only to dump it onto the bed so he could get undressed.

“Maybe I’ll come by and pick it up,” Y/n smiled, starting to push off his jacket. The material fell to the floor, sounding heavier than it might have if it were dry. Next, she got started on the plastic buttons of Keanu’s button up, “Do you ever think...about us?”

He did, all the damn time. Swallowing tightly, Keanu watched as Y/n’s hands lingered at the center of his chest, “Of course,” he wanted to say more, but nothing seemed right.

By the time Y/n was finished, Keanu’s shirt hung onto his shoulders, open at the front, the scar on his abdomen barely having a pale shine in the white bedroom light. Still, she hung onto the hem, keeping Keanu close, and only then did they realize that it was going to be one of those nights. Outside, nature’s chaos reigned and in the distance, the harsh, crashing of waves against a rocker part of the shore added to the noise. “Why didn’t we work out?”

“Because,” Keanu began, shaking his head, placing his hands, over Y/n’s, stepping closer, “We’re no good together.” Closing his eyes, it was easy to recall how their relationship had dissolved; he was always travelling for work and Y/n wasn’t willing to commit to shifting from place to place. They never fought about it though, other things, sure, but never about that; they loved each other too much to ask the other to change. 

Y/n’s smile faltered and her eyes shone with unshed emotion, “I know,” her voice broke and Keanu moved his hands to wrap his arms around her, “But you know I still love you.”

“I still love you too,” Keanu assured Y/n, leaning down to connect his lips with hers. She tasted the same way she always did; sweet and like everything good in the world.

Slowly, Y/n finally pushed Keanu’s shirt off, letting it join his jacket on the floor. Her lithe fingers undid the button and zipper of his jeans, and as if on cue, a startling flash of lightening brightened the room before taking the elctricty as it vanished. She might have jumped, or yelped in surprise, but standing there with Keanu, Y/n barely noticed until the room was in complete darkness; she always felt safest in his arms.

"Do you want me to check the breaker?" Keanu mumbled against Y/n’s lips, the words getting lost in their kiss.

“Maybe later,” she objected softly, her hands now cupping the base of Keanu’s jaw, gently pulling him along as she slowly walked backwards to her bed. “I’ve missed you,” her words were a whisper, and before they laid back, Keanu helped her pull the sweatshirt over her head, letting it fall off the side of the mattress. 

Slowly, Keanu peeled of her pants, letting them join the rest of clothes. He hovered over her, bending lower to kiss Y/n again, “Yeah,” he smiled, though it was hard to see in in the darkness, “I’ve missed you too.” His lingering kisses travelled down to Y/n’s jaw and she eventually helped him out of his undone pants and boxers.

Y/n hadn’t been wearing a bra, and Keanu’s hand; stationed at her back, holding her to him, roamed freely as he kissed her neck. Her back arched, needing for his touch, her hips raising now and then to tease his. 

Eventually, Y/n’s legs wound around Keanu’s waist and between soft kisses and breathy sighs, they rolled over so they were laying on their sides, face to face, connected by tangled limbs. When Y/n tried to shimmy out of her panties and Keanu attempted to help her, his stocky fingers shoving them down, she giggled quietly until the flimsy material got lost in the sea of Egyptian cotton. 

Keanu’s rough hand caressed Y/n’s back, sending shivers down her spine. Likewise, when Y/n’s curled toes brushed Keanu’s calf; so feather light, he sucked in a sharp breath. In the dark, they tried to match their gazes, barely managing. Though, Y/n didn't need to see it in his eyes to know what Keanu was saying with them. They said the same thing they always did when they were together; that he thought her beauty was incomparable, that he loved her with everything in him and that he'd spend the rest of his life showing her if he could.

Keanu's hand moved from her back to ghost the outline of Y/n's face, his thumb grazing her plump lips, lingering for a few seconds when she kissed it. Her body was one he had committed to memory; Keanu knew every curve and crevice, he adored every scar, loved everything that she saw as an imperfection and when he thought of word beauty, Y/n was how he defined it.

When his calloused palm neared her hip, Keanu moved his hand to line his up with her slick entrance, his tip edging her, raising goosebumps on Y/n's skin. When he entered her fully, Keanu swallowed up Y/n's moan in a passionate kiss and she closed her eyes, both at the feeling of him stretching her and at all that he tried to communicate to her by his lips on hers.

Still joined at the mouths, between intervals of his tongue massaging hers and Y/n gently nibbling of Keanu's lower lip, he started up a series of slow, controlled thrusts. His free hand cradled her neck, just under Y/n's jaw and she kept Keanu close with her arms wound around, at his back. Y/n’s fingers were almost cold on his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of her chest pressed to his. 

Y/n could feel everything; every vein brushing against her slick walls, how his head hit her sweet spot perfectly every time he pushed into her and the way his generous girth stretched her tightness. The friction was unmatched. 

When they broke for air, Keanu pressed his face to Y/n, and nose to nose, they moved in sync, Y/n’s hips eventually rolling to meet his sooner. Her breathing was shallow, and eventually, Keanu could have sworn that her breathy sighs were interrupted by a hitch in her throat. He knew he wasn’t imagining things when Y/n’s fingers tightened near his shoulders and he tasted the distinct saltiness of her silent tears. 

Quelling his own emotions, Keanu’s thrusts harshened, but only slightly and the hand at her neck travelled to her loose hair, his fingers lacing with her silky tresses, tangling them as he tried to bring Y/n’s face even closer to his own, swallowing tightly before kissing her again, that time harder than before, as if to tell her that he was sorry that things were the way that they were, that if he had his way, they’d have more than just that night. 

They shared short, ragged breaths and despite the chill brought on by the rain and the ceiling fan, a warmth surrounded them. “Keanu,” she whimpered, her legs tightening around his hips, squeezing them together, making Keanu’s movements more rigid and lengthily, prolonging their connection.

His hand supporting  Y/n’s back slipped lower, groping her behind, the firm flesh soft in his palm as he praised, “You’re so beautiful baby, you’re so perfect,” through gritted teeth, Keanu continued, his rough bread tickling the corners of Y/n’s lips, “You’re everything Y/n.”

Y/n moaned and whimpered, her eyes screwed shut from the ecstasy of it, his praises only bringing her nearer to her climax, “I love you,” her voice breathy and hoarse, “Keanu....Oh fuck......”

Y/n’s orgasm came, clenching around him, her legs shaking. She bent her head slightly to bury in in Keanu's neck, hanging onto him as she moaned loudly when the heat spilled out of her, coating their thighs.

Groaning at how she tightened around him, Keanu's movements became more rigid and he pressed his face to the top of Y/n’s head, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo. He could feel how her heartbeat quickened, matching the rapid thumping of his own. It had been a while since they were together like that, maybe about three or four months but Keanu easily realized that everything he remembered from the last time wasn't exaggerated; the warmth and softness of her skin, how she took him so well, the musical sounds she made when she came around him. How it felt like his soul was connected to hers, like they were one, the way it was meant to be.

Even as he rode out her high, Y/n legs stayed around him, though her grip was a bit weaker. "I want to feel you inside me," she breathed, her chest still raising and falling with heavy breaths, "Come inside me Keanu," Y/n urged.

“Fuck,” he hissed, breathless, his face pressed into her tangled hair as he shot his hot release inside of her. He breathed heavily and Y/n mewled at the feeling of Keanu’s member twitching, buried between her legs. 

When it was over, and he pulled out, Keanu still held Y/n close, his thumb brushing away moisture from her cheeks; he didn’t have to ask what was wrong, he knew, it was the same thing that was always wrong. They laid, unspeaking and eventually, Keanu rolled onto his back, gathering Y/n half onto his bare chest, her ear resting over his heartbeat. Words weren’t exchanged between them, as they opted to lay in a silence that was only filled by sounds made by the storm raging outside. Neither Keanu nor Y/n knew who fell asleep first, but they had both been up late past midnight, dwelling in a swirling pool of despair; knowing that whatever they were may never change but still holding onto the painful hope that it could. 

By eleven am the next morning, the winds had significantly slowed, the thunder and lightening became rarer, heavy rains had subsided, morphing into a moderate drizzle and the power had been restored. There hadn’t been any great damage to houses in the community, with the worst in most cases being a broken branch. Lawns were heavily saturated and the smell of rain still clung to the air.

At Y/n’s house, the impact was minimal and when the news had signaled that the roads were safe for travel and that there were no signs of a resurgence, Keanu had gotten ready to leave after coffee. Not touching but with barely any distance between them, Y/n and Keanu strolled towards her front door. 

As they stood on the front porch, his car not too far off in her driveway, they lingered there, face to face, lacing their fingers together. The scene was familiar and Y/n felt the same way she always did when they were parting; as if she were letting part of herself go. She knew it was best, and that what they shared might never be enough for either of them, but it still hurt, the same way it usually did. 

“I should go,” Keanu determined, though really, he didn’t want to leave. It hurt every time, knowing that Y/n was the woman he had longed for, the one he wished to call his, but there was nothing he could do about it. She didn’t want long distance phone dates and travelling several times a year; she wanted to settle down, live the simple, quiet life. But Keanu couldn’t do that, and he couldn’t ask her to change her dreams either.

With shining eyes, she nodded and after a deep breath, Y/n agreed, “You should.” Her lips quivered, as if she wanted to say more, she longed to actually; tell him how every time they separated it chipped off another shard of her heart, how she wanted him, just him, not the glitz and glamor, it was never the life for her, and if she could find the courage to change herself, be the woman who could do it for him, she would. But she couldn’t say those things, because it would all be for nothing, so instead, Y/n stood on her toes, pecking Keanu’s cheek, hoping that the ounce of intimacy could hold her off until they saw each other again, “Drive safe, okay?”

“Yeah,” he smiled softly, emotion pinching at his chocolate eyes, “I will,” Keanu nodded, “I’ll call you.”

“Okay,” she sniffled as Keanu retracted his hand. Biting her lip in an attempt to not break down, Y/n watched as he walked away, getting into his car and backing out of her driveway. She stood there, blinking back tears as he drove off with one final wave, disappearing as he bent the corner.

When Keanu was gone, Y/n hurried back into her house, pressing her back against the stained glass door. As she slid to the floor, burying her face in her hands, Y/n’s breath caught and quiet tears turned into shaking sobs. Her chest felt tight and her heart ached; she could never understand why they kept doing it, but Y/n knew that a life that Keanu wasn't part of, wasn't one she could bare, especially after he had been a constant for the past five years. Y/n loved Keanu, more than she thought was possible; he was the man she wanted to build a home and a family with, the first person she thought of when someone mentioned having a soulmate, even if she didn't believe in them. She never needed him, Y/n never needed anyone, before him, on a night like the stormy one that had passed, she would have been inclined to resign to bed early, after a couple glasses of wine, hoping to sleep through the whole thing. Y/n wasn’t someone than needed anyone, but she wanted Keanu.

Little did she know; just as Keanu had rounded the corner, when his car was safely out of sight, he had pulled over, his attempts to stay strong failing miserably as he ran his fingers through his hair, breath heaving, his heart broken. A chocked sob escaped his lips and warm tears came slowly. Smacking the steering wheel he swore loudly, "Fuck!" The whole situation was so messed up, and everytime they saw each other, it ended the same; Y/n would look just as broken as she did the night they walked away from each other and he'd start feeling the walls crumbling around him. Every time, Keanu would try to tell himself that it would be different, that enough time had passed and that they were over it, but it never was, and that morning despite his efforts, he couldn’t make the tears stop, the gut wrenching hurt was beyond his control.

Keanu and Y/n weren’t together, but they’d always be painfully involved.

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Tagging- @harrisongslimited​ 

[trulyyoursbelle]

The Quiet

Genre: angst

Word Count: 1,515

Concept: The first conversation right after breaking up.

A/N: This is my first time posting here and just really making an account in Tumblr (I just free-roamed before this) so I’m confused as heck. I’m threading in unknown waters XD, I hope I can improve my writing in my time here. Now, presenting this short work that I hope you enjoy!

It was quiet, the blurry kind. 

Beeps and honks of traffic sprouted from different areas of Seoul, along with flashy lights from towering hotels or corporations. However, they all fell muffled from inside his dim room.

There was another kind of quiet in that room.

It was the tense and heavy kind. 

You were sitting on one of the comfiest beds this country could provide. HOMELY, the furniture brand had its name to speak for itself. Still, the high quality it was made of did nothing to make you relax. You were suffocated. A massive weight rested on your chest, almost pulling you down to sink in the mattress if it were possible. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Your eyes flicked to your right. There it was again, the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on his notebook as he stared into the view outside the window. He had stopped a few minutes ago and now resumed. 

A silent chuckle left you, but you immediately masked it by licking your chapped lips. It was funny. It wasn’t actually that quiet. There was his tapping, the air-conditioner humming, and the city being alive.

 However, it was quiet. For you, it was. It had been an hour since you two exchanged any words.

You’d been sitting in this silence. Throughout the ticking seconds and minutes, you thought of something to say, but came out with nothing. And, for you, it was justifiable. That was because before the hour of silence, he uttered three words to you. Three words you’d seen coming for a while now, but it didn’t matter because your entire being still drowned when you heard it.

‘Let’s break up.’

When he said that, a tight smile formed on your lips, but you were sure it looked more like a wince than anything. You responded with a decisive nod, then came this silence because what else could you add to that?

Strangely enough, you weren’t crying.

 It was as if you swallowed a handful of pills, and all your energy drained out, but you weren’t crying. The one thing you expected to happen didn’t. Now, you sat half contemplating what to say, half wondering that, hm, maybe you had used up all your tears.

No. Maybe you should just leave. You already settled the matter. There was nothing to stay behind—

“Did you regret it?” 

You breathed in sharply. At the sound of his rough whisper, the weight on your chest grew heavier, almost unbearable, leaving you breathless. Hesitant, you tore your gaze away from the wide view the fixed window gave, and turned to your right where a pair of tired eyes was already looking back.

You already knew what his question meant, yet, with a croaky voice you asked, “What?”

Silence, again.

You stared into his eyes, oh, his eyes. The dead giveaway to the emotions he hid. His eyes shone with excitement when his whole exterior showed boredom. They were what exuded love while he grumbled at you for being too careless back when you got a high fever. 

However, at that moment, all you saw was the shallow reflection of the city’s sparkling lights that did nothing to hide the pure exhaustion in them. It made him seem child-like as opposed to the visible dark circles under his eyes.

“Us,” he said, keeping his gaze locked with yours. His eyes screamed for answers, yet you swore you could see fear in them, fear of what you could say. But what did he have to be afraid of? You didn’t know. “Did you regret us?”

As if his question wasn’t clearer to you, he added, “Did you regret being with me?”

You licked your lips, returning your eyes to the night view of the city. “What—“ a dry chuckle left you, “What made you ask that?”

He snorted, a forced smile on him as he removed his gaze from you and back to the view outside. 

After a few seconds without an answer, your brows furrowed as you stared at the side of his face, which was as unreadable as ever. “Yoongi?” you whispered.

“You…” he faltered, licking the edge of his mouth. You leaned closer to peek at his face for a hint of what he was feeling, and the sight before you made your lips part. His passive facade broke, his dark eyes darting around while he huffed. “I’m not dumb, you know? You spent a lot of time on me and I just…you—ugh.”

Yoongi wiped his face, his mask breaking further when he hunched over, leaning his weight on his legs. Seeing him at this state, you raised your hand to touch him but froze. Any minute now, any second, you’d be leaving this room no longer his significant other. You immediately retracted your hand. 

You should get used to this.

Silence fell between you two again. It was not unusual. Yoongi always preferred the silence, and you basked in its comfort as well. You used to spend hours together just enjoying each other’s presence. This moment, however, was not the same case.

He sighed, fingers picking on his skin. “I just feel that you wasted a lot of yourself on me.” With that, a crack in your heart grew, and it was too late to look away when Yoongi raised his gaze and that crack took away a piece of you. Tears had formed in his eyes. “Did you regret all the time you wasted on me?”

A shuddering breath left you, and you diverted your gaze to the carpet floor. Flashes of your time together, every moment, every memory, ran through your mind. In a moment, you could feel his lingering touches, his soft, hesitant kisses, and his smile. You could hear yourself crying whenever you fought, his usually quiet voice thundering, the chilly nights alone…everything.

And you knew your answer.

“No,” you whispered, turning to see his head perk up and, this time, his eyes genuinely lit up. It broke you further.

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing at your answer. It was the smallest of movements, but ones you learned to catch in your relationship. “No?”

“No.” One edge of your lips curved up. “No, I don’t regret it, Yoongi. Not one bit.”

Questions swam in his eyes, making you wait no longer and continue, “Just because we didn’t work out, doesn’t mean I didn’t treasure us…doesn’t mean I never treasured you. We had our moments, and eve—even if it won’t be like that anymore, I got to…” You paused, taking a sharp breath, “I got to love you.” 

With a burning throat, you let out a shaky breath as those last words echoed in your head and your vision turned blurry.

Yoongi snapped to action, lifting a hand to wipe your tears, but just like you, he froze mid-air and in that moment you could see the thousands of emotions run through him. You placed your hand over his and gently placed it on the bed. His warmth from your hands touching was too comforting, too much for you to linger a second longer, and you immediately pulled away.

It seemed you two had the same mindset. It was time to let go of such gestures, even if you didn’t want to. Doing such things wasn’t wrong, but it was as if you were sealing the deal, preventing feelings to return from such intimate acts. 

You wiped the tears yourself a bit too roughly. With your vision cleared, you sniffed and smiled at him. “I got to love you, Yoongi. I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he turned away, the city lighting up his face. You turned away as well. Letting out a thin stream of breath, you could feel the weight on you lighten up the tiniest bit. This was good, for now. You didn’t need to hear his reply. He wasn’t obligated to. Besides, the only reply you could hear from him was that he didn’t—

“Me too,” he said with a small voice, and if you were careful, you could detect the crack in it.

And that was it.

Your body went rigid. All it took was his hoarse whisper and two words for all your walls to crumble down, and you didn’t even realize it had until a trembling whimper escaped your lips and your cheeks became wet with tears. Your entire form shook as your cry filled the silence of the dark room.

Your time in his studio, watching him as he worked in all seriousness, your small unrevealed mukbang videos with him…everything, everything came crashing down and all you could do was cry, like the baby he always teased you are. 

In all that trembling, he said nothing, but you could feel his hand nudge yours and you were more than willing to take it as your own wrapped around his pinky. Not too much touch to resurface feelings, but just enough to know that he was there. 

Maybe he wouldn’t be soon, but right now was all you had.

 …

 It was quiet, the painful kind.

One where you knew there were no other words needed to say. It was over. In this dark room, illuminated by Seoul’s flashy lights, your frail cry echoed, but it fell muffled to the wide world outside the window.

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The Force Between Us

Ben Kenobi x SithLord!Reader

Synopsis: The sith life was the only one you knew about, or at least you thought it was. When you come face to face with the Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, he opens up memories you forget you had.

Song: Billie Eilish - Bad Guy (PatrickReza Remix) (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Wb-oJ6WVy0) 

Word Count: 2.1k

A/n: I had this idea based off of this song and also because I’m going as a sith to make a red lightsaber at Disneyworld... Gifs are not mine btw. The first one I can’t find the original owner but the second one this beautiful person edited @kingsleigh​ (I saw your gif and just had to use it! Hope that was alright)

Italics are memories

The lightning flashed overhead, illuminating your haunted face as you stared down the Jedi below. You stood perched on top of your ship, red lightsaber glowing beside you as you chuckled darkly at the man’s reaction. 

They were always so flighty.

“Well hello there, Jedi” you sickly cooed as you jumped off the ship, the sound of your landing being enhanced with the sound of the thunder. “I have fought many sith lords before... But not one of them was a woman” he joked hoping to lighten the terrible anger in the air, but the comment only made it worse. “Oh really. Lucky you” you sang out sharply as you rolled your saber around in your hand causing it to woosh and hiss as the water struck it. “My comment wasn’t demeaning-”

“I’m a sith lord, not some princess” you snarled as you pointed the blade at him, taking note on how while he was holding his saber steady, you could sense the nervousness in the air. He didn’t want to fight you, only making you more offended at the thought of it. He didn’t respond to your comment, yet something in his face changed.

“You may not be a princess, but I would like to know your name before I begin” he stated shakily, he had an idea who you were and he wanted it to be false. “Y/n” you responded cooly before twirling the saber once more, bored at the conversation and simply wanting to get to the good stuff. The stuff you were trained to do. 

“My names-”

“Jedi Master Kenobi, I have heard of you and I’m not impressed” you teased as you moved your body to get into a fighting stance if he wasn’t going to start then you would. He opened his mouth to say something back but you took off towards him. Jumping up, you came down quickly with your blade raised high. He would block it, they always did. The crackling sound of your blades slamming with each other felt like music to your ears as you smiled darkly down at him. He was taller than you, but at this angle, you were in control. “You talk too much “ you scolded as he slammed back, finally snapping out of his daze. You balanced yourself and cocked your eyebrow at him, challenging him.

“Tell me” he started as he spun to block your swing, “How do you know me my dear” he grunted out as he swung back to you. His swings were easy for you to block, and they were intentional as he didn’t want to hurt you. However, your swings were full of anger and purpose, meaning you knew him in some other way. He already knew you didn’t remember him, but there was something else that was lingering in your e/c eyes that had a slight yellow glow. 

“Oh really?? You don’t realize what you’ve done to me?!” you screamed as you swung your blade at his side. He blocked it and locked eyes with you, the rage in your blood only making the yellow in your eyes glow brighter. “I’m done with this foolish game” you snarled before cupping your hand and ripping his lightsaber away with the force. It flew across the landing and laid in a puddle of rain, Ben didn’t have time to get it before you had slammed him to the wall. Your hand was shaking from both the amount of power you were using as well as the anger that was coursing through your veins. This man took everything from you, and he didn’t even realize it.

“You took him from me. My mentor, my master, MY EVERYTHING” you screamed as you closed your fist, choking Ben as he struggled to get out of your grip. He needed you to see. “You’re wrong” he grunted out as he gazed at you longingly, so much anger. 

This wasn’t you.

You let him go with a huff before swinging your lightsaber back around. “You killed my master, Darth Maul... And now, I will kill you” you growled out before stomping over to his collapsed form. Ben regained enough strength to draw his lightsaber to him just in time to block your final blow. As he looked up at you sadly, he saw confusion in your orbs.

You were always taught to never falter, but he was thankful you did. Standing up swiftly, he kicked your blade away before forcing you into a stance. Your eyes widened in shock and his fingertips slammed against your forehead. 

“Remember me”

His words and touch made your yellow eyes roll back as images passed through your mind. You fought the feeling of wanting to dive deep into these memories for a second, but soon you were sucked into them. Your head went limp and he supported it as he laid you down carefully on the wet ground. Your eyes danced behind your eyelids and the thunder roared louder as he tried to protect your body from the heavy rainfall. “Please work” he whispered to himself as he caressed your cheek softly, he wanted you back. This wasn’t you. You were no sith.

You were a Jedi.

“Ben come on stop chasing me!!” a little voice cried out as you turned your body towards it. Two children came running into the room and your eyes widened in fear that they would see you, but they didn’t. “What the hell” you whispered as you watched the boy catch up to the h/c girl. Her smile was bright and playful despite the threatening tone in her voice. 

“Come on Y/n, you have to get used to chases if you wanna be a Jedi” the boy teased as he pulled at the girl's braid. “Y/n???” you muttered out as you stepped closer to the pair. The little girl couldn’t have been more than 5 while the boy only 7, but the way the pair bickered reminded you of an old married couple. The ones that you would see on your missions to different planets. The ones that you regretted killing the most. You cocked your head at the bickering girl, something about her other than her name seemed familiar, but you didn’t know what. 

“What Ben, do you not believe a woman can be powerful!?” The little girl's question brought you out of your daze and your head snapped to the boy, mentally challenging him to say the wrong thing. “Of course not-”

“Ben Kenobi! Choose your next words wisely” the little girl snarled as her arms crossed in front of her while her little foot tapped impatiently. The boy only smiled at her, he was already proud of who she had become. You would have noticed his longing gaze if you weren't too busy freaking out at his name. “Kenobi” you whispered as the scene began to get wobbly in front of your eyes. “Hey WAIT!!! I wasn’t done with that-”

Your words were cut off by the scene now laid in front of you. The h/c child, now around the age of 10 was passed out in the arms of your master. The room was dark and the energy was different. Looking around the room, you saw the boy hiding behind a desk, shaking in fear. You sighed at his fear until you heard Maul talking to no one in particular, turning back to your late master, you gazed at the child in his arms. “She will remember her life as a Jedi in training... Her heart will not belong to the order of the Siths.” Your eyebrows crinkled before your eyes widened in the realization of who the child was. 

“That's me” you whispered as your lip trembled and you looked back to Ben as he watched with teary eyes. You felt his sadness and wondered how your late master didn’t feel him in the room as well. 

“Then we will erase her memories...” your blood ran cold as you turned back slowly. The Emperor emerged from the shadows causing you to subconsciously bow your head to him, the energy in the room changed and his energy masked the child’s. “She will be a child of the sith... The perfect specimen” 

Your head raised and your blood began to boil as you watched your smaller self cuddle deeper into the sith’s robes. You could sense hesitance in Maul, but he handed over the child all the same and you growled as your younger self was passed to the Emperor.

Palpatine's head snapped to you causing your breath to hitch. “I see you hiding in the shadows young one...” Your eyes widened as you turned slowly to Ben who was now standing in the shadows, ready to fight and get you back. “No Ben” you whispered out shakily as you stepped towards the young boy. “Give her back. She is no Sith scum” he growled back causing your heart to lurch into your throat. You knew he’d survive but he was pushing you to your limit. Palpatine's dark laugh echoed in the room, “My child... I suggest you stay in the dark and forget this happened” he growled out. It wasn’t a suggestion for the young boy...

It was a warning.

“I won't let you take her” Ben growled back as he got into his fighting stance. “Well, that's too bad, boy” Palpatine muttered before turning around “Because that’s what we are going to do.” Ben stepped forward but Palpatine stopped him in his tracks, causing the young boy to scream and cry in angst. “Come, Darth Maul...” Palpatine called out as he stopped at the door.

“We have a Sith Lord to create”

Your eyes snapped open as you took a large intake of breath. The thunder cracked overhead and you saw Ben, and older Ben, hovering above you. His blue eyes shone brightly as the lightning illuminated his features. His hair fell in thick strands and the rain that was being stopped by his body was now dripping down his locks onto your face. “Do you remember?” His voice was shaky, you had only been out for a minute but he was afraid that it wouldn’t work or worse, you wouldn’t care. 

“Ben” you whispered out as your yellow orbs faded back into their normal e/c. A smile formed on your face as you reached up to caress his cold, wet cheek. “They made me forget you” he nodded at your words before running his shaky fingers through your soaked tresses, loving the feeling of having you in his arms. “We searched for you for 25 years... We never stopped” he reassured as he sat you up and leaned you against his chest, trying his best to warm your shivering form. The embrace was delicate and now with your memories restored, you felt whole once more. 

“I can't go back” you whispered in the realization of all you have done as a sith lord, terrible and horrible things were done by your doing. Ben felt your sadness and pulled you in deeper, “You were never a sith, Y/n...” he cooed as he pressed his lips to your forehead. You held your breath before gripping onto his brown robe, anticipating the next words that were to come.

“You will always be a Jedi” 

He felt your body shake and realized that you were crying below him. He knew your transition would be hard and that you would have a difficult time believing you could be good once again... But he would be there for you. “How were you able to snap me out of it Ben?” you whimpered as you gazed up at him with a new feeling in your heart. One that you haven’t felt in a long time.

Love. 

He smiled down at you sheepishly before scratching his neck. He didn’t know how he was going to tell you that you were soulmates and that your force bond was strong enough to snap you out of it. But he knew that you needed to get to a warm place and fast. Standing up, he pulled you up with him and steadied you. He reached down and grabbed your lightsaber on the ground before putting his in its holder. 

“How about I tell you on the way to the Jedi Council?”

You nodded shakily at his statement but understood that you two needed to leave, not only because of the cold but because of your current situation. He helped you along to his x-wing but before he could help you get in, you stopped him and pressed your hands against his face. “Thanks for saving me, Jedi” you whispered out before pressing your lips hungrily against his, he kissed back with little hesitation and he knew he would definitely have to answer to the Jedi Council about kissing a sith lord... But for now, he enjoyed the feeling of having you once more in his arms.

Right, where you belonged.

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Leech Lord AU short - It comes before a fall

The craggy landscape of Pandora raced by outside the tinted windows of Troy’s massive technical as the COV war machines that escorted the glossy black hulk thundered around it in a convoy, weaving between the billowing clouds of acrid dust that trailed behind the God’s chariot as they bounced and jostled along the dirt road that lead to their backwater destination.

Its deified passenger wasn’t enjoying the trip quite as much as his retinue, and was finding it difficult to deal with their raucous voices and blaring music audible over the roar of the vehicle’s engines as tires screeched over the rocky dirt road.

He rubbed at his temple, wincing quietly at each bump and grind of the car’s axles, and reminded himself why he was wasting his precious time driving to this nameless little shithole.

Pride.

(Incredible art by @lazulizard​ ) Troy had reluctantly added the town to his itinerary after noting how close it was to the cult-controlled Eridium plant he’d scheduled to inspect with his vanguard today, it had been an irritant under his skin for long enough, and it seemed fitting to gouge it out when he had a couple of hours to spare, regardless of how much he’d rather be in the Grand Cathedral right about now. The camp was a blip on the map he’d spent so long seeding across Pandora. An insignificant, pathetic speck of non COV land surrounded by the vast sprawl of the Twin’s territory, that had been in the back of his mind for months now. As his iron grip tightened on the region and the cult’s control had spread like a seeping cancer across the desert plains, the gaps had filled in piece by piece, all bar this dive. He’d figured it was time to scratch the itch, they were going to be nearby anyway, just a couple of extra hours drive in the padded luxury of his chauffeured technical and they’d still have time to be back in the Holy City by nightfall, so why not. Get it done. Make the cut.

He just wished his skull wasn’t splitting as the car lurched, or there was some company with him to lighten the mood, give him something to listen to bar the shrieks and throbbing music of his crusaders. The day had been tiring enough, the threats and sneering orders he’d snapped at the plant workers took more out of him than he’d ever feel comfortable admitting. The technical was air conditioned, comfortable, armored, and his driver pleasantly silent, but the migraine wouldn’t budge. He was tired, tired in his fucking bones, and he couldn’t even remember when the last time he hadn’t felt this way was. 

Everything was changing, or had already changed. He wasn’t sure which, but what he did know was that this, riding passenger in a 6 million dollar custom war-machine with a bottle of champagne in the platinum holder next to him he couldn’t pronounce, driving towards a shanty town with a retinue of blood thirsty marauders who carved his name into their chests and performed rites of sacrifice in his image, this was not what he’d signed up for. This wasn’t becoming a star was it, Tyreen? 

This had turned over time into something else, and he was clawing to try and keep it under control now, constantly. Scrabbling to placate the rot in his gut that whispered it was real, that he was a God, and that these people deserved what his cult did to them.

He rested his head against the blacked out glass of the window, watching the retinue belch fire and smoke from hood mounted exhausts while playfully attempting to push each other off road as they drove on, his guard’s excitement manifesting in triumphant yells and vicious warnings to “Keep your distance” - blasted from car-mounted stereo equipment that echoed out across the wastes. He wished for a moment he could still feel that level of adrenaline, that rush of carefree blood-thirst his crusader’s inebriated themselves with on runs like this. Everything was just.. grey now. Had been for a long time. He let his eyes fall closed, grounding himself. They’d arrive soon. He’d step out of this gilded cage of a car and into the spotlight. He needed to slip on the character. Place the mask. Play the part.

Time to have a nice little chat with them, an unannounced Holy visit. Find out why exactly they hadn’t accepted the COV’s gracious offer to join in all this time… give them a reason to believe.

As the town came into sight through the oily dust clouds in the distance ahead like a rusty blemish on the rocky horizon, he tensed, leaning to his side to get a straight view of it through the dark glass. A wave of disgust ran up his spine as they closed distance and the reality of its state came into focus, sharp eyes taking in the town’s condition while his retinue’s speakers turned toward it to blast an announcement of their God’s arrival.

It was tiny, filthy. Ramshackle junk housing stacked haphazardly on top of each other. Rusted cargo containers turned into homes for people with nothing else to call their own. The crudely cut windows and doors fluttered with rags and patched together clothing set out to dry in the parched desert wind, and they caught the red clouds of dust the convoy billowed into the air as the vehicles screeched to a stop in front of the shabbily constructed entrance to the village. 

It made you feel grimy just being here, he thought with a scowl as he stepped down from the technical, watching with disgust as the polished metal of his boots instantly turned dull when they crunched into the red clay beneath him. The God King flipped his fur collar higher and lazily swiped his hair into place with practiced indifference as the crusaders on either side of him thundered forward into the village with weapons raised. His personal guard immediately began to establish a perimeter away from their King, herding and snapping at panicked townspeople with efficient, well trained, deadly ease.  He took a moment to assess the terrified crowd of inhabitants that had collected in fearful groups. They were cowering in doorways and stumbling back over each other with hands raised in submissiveness as his vanguard roared orders to “Make way for Father Troy”, parents calling their scrawny children with frantic gestures to get inside their homes, no one giving even the slightest resistance to the demands of his retinue. These weren’t a threat.

Skinny. All of them. Malnourished, most in rags or barely clothed at all. Sickly kids stared at him from sunken eye-sockets over the jagged windows they peeked out of, this place was diseased. The few weapons he noted as he scanned across the crowd were rusted or poorly junked together out of scrap. These weren’t even bandits, bandits were more robust than this, these were just people. The forgotten of Pandora, the absolute bottom rung in the pecking order. People, trying to survive on a planet that you either sacrificed your morals to, or your life.

Something in his gut twisted in response to that. Something that he’d rather not think about as he strode into the village, his polished smile and immaculately clean outfit emphasising the wealth and power he held in stark contrast to the dust coated poverty he stalked into, he stood out like a wound here, twinkling jewelry and harsh metal spines of his cybernetics glinting in the evening sun. The commanding presence he emanated was amplified by the crusaders who flanked him on either side in their warped skull masks and dark leather armor, monochrome bar the neon splashed COV weapons and chrome spiked accessories they wore as uniform. No one kept God King Calypso waiting long, and the old woman stumbling towards him was clearly the town leader - considering the worried glances towards her from the rest of the villagers as they watched in nervous silence.

She stopped a couple of feet before him, not reacting to the weapons raised in unison by his vanguard, a tiny little woman, all pinprick brown eyes and brown craggy skin, who’s wispy white hair fluffs in the breeze like a cloud perched onto her scalp. She wasn’t remotely afraid, he could feel that straight away, but she bowed to him politely, spoke her crude little greeting respectfully through a dry old throat.

“Troy Calypso, welcome, majesty. Not sure why yer here, but what can we do for a God kind enough t’ grace us with his presence?”

He took the bait, sparkling smile spreading wider as his eyes narrowed , gesturing with a grand bow towards her to emphasise his reply:

“Oh, no, no ma'am, what can we do for you? That’s why I’m here. To get an answer to this tricky lil’ question at last.” he smarmed, standing to his full height again, golden fangs so clearly peeking out of the now wolf like grin as his eyes twinkled with mock kindness.

“The COV would love to welcome you into our family. Have wanted you to join for quite a while! I thought a… hah.. personal touch might help, came to have this polite chat with you myself, hope I wasn’t too forward.” he raised his mech fist slowly, counting off the bladed fingers theatrically as he continued.

“Food. Medicine. Safety. Guns. Protection, we offer the same benefits to all our followers, and we really do ask for so little in return - just your fealty, and that’s such a small th-”

“No thank you.” she croaked in reply, cutting him off mid sentence. The crowd behind her gasped in quiet shock at the rudeness, and the insult of her dismissal shot like a sniper round directly into the back of his brain. He reeled for a second, mouth souring out of the fake smile it had been locked into as he took a moment to scrutinise her wizened little face through a disapproving side-eye. The right panel of his maw twitched involuntarily - just quick enough for a flash of razor sharp teeth to catch the sunlight as it slid back into place. 

He almost mouthed his thoughts, nearly warned her to not do this, not when there were people he had to maintain his reputation in front of, but he swallowed it down instead with an arrogant tilt of his head and flex of his lithe torso. Locked it deep in his belly and hoped she’d realise her mistake.

The old woman was expressionless, but wasn’t meeting his demanding stare. Her eyes were instead trained on the skull tattoo shifting across his chest with each controlled breath, was she aware of the knife-edge she was walking on? Did she know the danger she was really playing with? He closed the distance slowly, a subtle hand gesture commanding his guards to lower their weapons as he came close enough to her to hunch down, dropping his towering frame to bring his face closer to her eye level.

He said nothing for a moment, breathing in the smell of dust and old sweat she gave off in loud, deep huffs through his nose. She was shivering, not as stoic as he’d thought. He could see that now that he was so close to her throat.

Running his tongue over the front of his teeth, he sighed. Troy was tired. He wasn’t in the mood to play this game, even when he could see ten steps ahead and knew the direction she was making the terrible mistake of heading in. Letting the persona slip away, he lowered his voice, wanting to keep this between just them and out of range of the surrounding nearby crowd.

“Lady, help me out here... I’m confused. I’m fuckin’ insulted.” He muttered, jaw a little tighter than he wanted to acknowledge as he continued.. “Your town is too small to even tax, we ask nothing from a shanty this size. I waive tithes… ” Troy paused as he turned his mouth closer to her ear, close enough for the heat of his breath to prickle the hair on her neck, and lowered his voice further till it was barely a husky whisper.

“All the COV will ask from you is loyalty. You know I could level this shithole with a nod… right? You get that I could massacre aaalll these people with just a word? Why. Why would you deny us? These people, these kids are s-starving. These kids are sick. We- I can fix that, like this:”

He snapped his flesh fingers next to her ear, and bristled pleasurably at the wave of perverse satisfaction that rolled through his stomach when she jolted in response, her paper thin eyelids fluttering. Did she understand now, he wondered, flicking his piercing gaze to one of the skinny kids holding onto their mother’s leg nearby, and the look on their face as they stared at him, like they were realising the Big Bad Wolf wasn’t entirely make believe. Did she understand the out he was giving her, the genuine offer of charity hidden behind the God King���s sneer? That he couldn’t provide it unless she bowed and played along?

She shifted a little, her stiff old shoulders popping in complaint as she did, and finally raised those warm little brown eyes to meet his bitingly cold ice blue ones.

“I didn’t mean t’ insult his liege..” she breathed, and he waited for her to continue, waited to hear her out.

“Maybe you just got too big t’ understand. Maybe bein’ so strong can leave you soft in places you don’t know about anymore. Cuz’ starving to death? Bein’ sick?” she shrugged awkwardly, lowering her eyes to his chest again.

“We all die, but at least you’d still die free.”

That stab landed. He sucked in a jagged breath and held it, shaking. The moment of silence that followed felt like a millennia to the hundred people huddled around them, too far to hear what had been said, but close enough to see his reaction to it, see the jagged black metal spines of his vertebral implant raise and vent crackling red Siren energy in response to the berserk anger their leader’s muttered words had ignited in the King.

His fist tightened by her ear as his markings flared, and the pulse of scarlet light bathed them both in that moment, reflecting cruelly in the piercing eyes that bored into the side of her head as she refused to meet his stare. 

The rage rolled off God King Calypso’s hulking frame in tangible waves... but the old woman did not waver. 

He straightened slowly, maw clicking and twitching in fury as he rose. A stringy line of drool slavered from the split mandible and landed at her feet as his eyes narrowed, and Troy smiled at her, his jaw clipping together into a friendly grin so transparently hostile you could see the fangs snapping into place behind it. His eyes scanned the crowd rapidly, pausing imperceptibly on each of those scrawny kids that hid their faces from him now, terrified past their curiosity. OK. If this is the way she wanted to play..

Then he’d do the same. ”Fine”, he barked, voice clear and loud, making sure every villager would hear what he had to say, that all eyes were locked on him as he continued. “No problem ma’am. I’m not a man to push my kindness on others. Good luck with your..." he paused to crack a false laugh, shifting his eyes to the nearest family - “Your uh.. “dying free”.” He winked at them, and then his entire demeanor shifted purposefully, making a scene of dropping the playful act and warping into grim disgust as his gaze snapped back to her, still refusing to meet his eyes. He began to turn, and gestured for his retinue to follow, their boots crunching through the dirt as they stormed to his side.  He made one final pause as the reached their vehicles and looked back, lifting his monstrous cybernetic arm to wave playfully at the gathered people, watching with satisfaction as a few cringed when the bladed fingers caught the dying sunlight.  “By the way!” he bellowed, commanding their absolute attention again as his mouth split into a wolfish grin. “If you need any help with components for building all those little kid sized coffins, give us a call, yeah? We’ll cut you a good deal.” The looks they shared were a reassurance at least. Maybe someone would listen after all.

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"Fucking MOVE” he hissed at his driver as a crusader closed the car’s door after him, and they gassed it at his command, the hulking technical’s tires spinning a cloud of debris towards the town's inhabitants as they covered their eyes and coughed.  He couldn’t get out of this shit-hole fast enough. Couldn’t get far enough from those *children* and the way they’d looked at him, he flicked his eyes to the rear view mirror and felt a cold chill through his burning chest as they faded into the dust behind the convoy. That stupid woman. That stubborn old bitch. She’d let them die rather than bend a fucking knee. He was disgusted, and not fully sure who with. Slamming his boot into the back of the partition in front of him and feeling the car swerve as the driver jolted, he screamed “Drop the DAMN DIVIDER, YOU MORON!!” -  panting in anger as they fumbled in panic to hit the switch and activate the internal armor at his demand. He’d barely managed to keep the storm of emotion brewing inside him contained when they finally found it, and felt a wave of relief when the reinforced metal screen closed between them, giving him privacy at last.  Troy hunched forward in his seat and pressed his fingers into the bridge of his nose, screwing his eyes closed and desperately trying not to sob. What the fuck had just happened back there? He wanted to cry, his heart felt like it was going to explode in his chest and he couldn’t seem to get enough air, lungs heaving as he shuddered in gasps while trying to swallow down the panic. What had happened? In 6 years of recruiting, 6 years since the COV had reached a level of power where they were no longer told no, he’d never encountered anything like that situation. He wasn’t prepared for it, he’d never had to deal with this mix of completely opposing emotions before. Standing there looking at sick kids he knew could help so easily, but knowing that under the scrutiny of his vanguard and the terrified eyes of the villagers, he couldn’t break character to do it. He ran his flesh fist into his hair and gripped hard into the dark mess, pulling sharply at his scalp as he crumbled further forward, head nearly between his knees as he trembled. Trying to give that bitch an out, trying to be clear in his cunning, emphasising what he was offering, and being denied the only route he had to help them by a weak old woman too proud and stubborn to give the nothing he asked for in return. Nothing! Some COV propaganda plastered about the town would have been more than enough, it didn’t make sense. He couldn’t understand. No one said no. No one denied them. He hissed as the first tear spilled down his cheek, then threw himself back into the seat and *screamed*, bludgeoning the massive mech arm into the steel divider. Not caring if the driver heard him choking out tears. Not caring if they told the others, not caring about anything anymore bar those kids, and how sick he’d been, and how powerless he was now even when he paraded himself as a God, how much of a lie it was. He had no control. He had to act the part, always, even when it was something he hated, when it wasn’t what he wanted. Troy snarled as the hot wet slick under the bracer and the telltale burn along his delicate scarred shoulder became noticeable, but didn’t stop, hammering the metal over, and over, as the agonising jolts buckled the arms outer plating more with each blow. His voice was starting to crack between sobs, wheezing on the intake as his weak lungs began to fail, but he had to spew this bile out now, knowing he couldn’t risk trying to carry this level of emotional turmoil into the Holy City while hoping the mask didn’t slip in front of Saints, or his sister. He was a fake. No God would be sobbing like this, having a tantrum alone in the back of a damn car. 

Nothing about him was fucking real. That woman had seen it, she’d looked right through him like he was glass. Straight past the bluster and fangs, to the stammering, sick, broken, weak man he’d thought he’d hidden, and known she could say no. Known straight away that she was stronger than him. He’d thought.. he’d hidden that person.. so well. Coughing a final sob as his ruined arm shuddered on damaged pistons and slid to his side, he lifted his left to cover his face, slumping back in his seat, silent now bar for the pained hiccups that followed. God.  He didn’t know what to do.. Part of him wanted to say screw it, order an airdrop of supplies off the books. Food, medicine, some guns. Anything to give them a chance out there. He was in charge of finance, no one would need to know, maybe he could manage it and keep his reputation intact...  But the other part of him wanted to send the command to have the fucking shit-hole razed to the ground.  How’s your freedom taste now, while slag melts the flesh off your bones you stupid old bitch. Troy coughed quietly, sinking lower into the seat as he rested his sore neck against the curve of the headrest, trying to steady his breathing as he forced himself to calm. There was no longer any sound outside, no shouting or broadcasts, just the dull roar of the convoy’s engines, like white noise in the back of your mind. The same craggy Pandoran landscape raced past as before, but pitch dark now, the only light being what streamed from the vanguard vehicle’s headlamps.  Suddenly, the technical bounced over a bump in the dirt track and he winced as he jolted forward, then nervously lifted the front of his coat as he felt a trickle down his right side, sighing in embarrassed defeat as he saw the blood seeping from under the bracer seam resting against his lower ribs. Perfect, he thought, banging his head back against the headrest and closing his eyes. 

Wonderful, he’d really made the right choice with that breakdown, huh. The arm was junked, his shoulder was torn to pieces, and he’d probably lost his voice. Tyreen was going to eat him alive, if she even noticed, he reminded himself with a humorless snort, too tired to even manage a sneer. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his Echo, sniffing as he bent his head to rub his eyes on his forearm, too blurry with tears and mascara to see the display clearly. He didn’t know what to do. But she would, wouldn’t she. He slowly thumbed through the 2 years of unanswered messages, all read, over and over on nights when things were bad, but none responded to. All from her. Checking in if he was ok, repeating it hadn’t been all his fault, letting him know she was still right there if he ever needed her.  She’d know. He could ask. He could ping her right now, and she’d know what to say straight away. She’d point him in the right direction, dig the worry out of his chest and slap the back of his head with a few blunt words of choice like she always managed. Seifa would know..  He didn’t realise how hard he was gripping the E-Dev till a straggling tear dropped to his bone white thumb knuckle, and he blanched, snapping out of his lost thoughts as he shook his head. With one last glance at her messages, he tapped the display button and dropped the Echo to his lap, then lifted his shaky hand to wipe at his eyes, feeling the oily shift of streaked eyeliner under his fingers.  He needed a fucking shower.  He was so tired. ****

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