#but now that 4 is in the same vein it's like Oh. Okay. Yeah no. I get it now. That's cool. I'm forever bitter but I get it and respect it.

[bylertruther]

i don't like season three when viewing it as a continuation of seasons one and two, but i do very much like season three when viewing it as the prequel to seasons four and five... hmmmmm.

[grey342]

Teacher's pet

College Professor!Phil x reader

synopsis - Phil notices his favourite student struggling and offers her extra help after class.

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, age gap (reader is 20, Phil is in his late 30s), obsessive! reader, Phil whimpering, riding (kinda) and Oral (f receiving).

authors note - *insert 'Older' by Isabel LaRosa*. I LOVE this one sm! Let me know what your thoughts! Again thank you so much for being patient with me, I love every single one of you <3 P.S- The reader is VERY delusional but lets be fr we all are.

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

You fucked up big time.

At first it was a typical high school girl crush but now you were full blown obsessed with him. Getting jealous whenever he talked to another female student or teacher, waking up at 4 am and getting fully ready for your 8 am class with him and finding any excuse to be close to him at all times.

He wasn't helping either.

It really seemed like he was reciprocating your feelings. Always checking up on you in and outside of class, always making you laugh, smiling at you and winking at you.

You didn't think it would become that big of a problem until your grades started to drop in his class. You were simply getting too distracted.

Like right now, you hadn't even noticed he was going around the class handing out your graded papers.

"F again," he sighs disappointedly, "what's going on honey? You never failed my class before and now you're failing every assignment I give you."

"I don't know Mr Wenneck." You say looking down, avoiding his gaze. You hate disappointing him.

"I do. I know exactly whats going on." He declares. You suck in a breath.

"Yo-You do." You gulp.

"Yep," he pauses, "you're over-complicating the work." You let out a breath of relief.

"Don't worry. This is an easy fix, we'll need to start one on one sessions at the end of the day."

"Oh okay." You squeak, trying to hide your excitement.

"Good. We'll start today, be here by 3:30." He winks and moves onto the person next to you.

When the bell rang, you didn't bother going to your second class. You went straight to your dorm to get ready for later. Hardly containing your eagerness.

...

It's exactly 3:30 when you knock on his door. He beckons you inside and you close the door behind you. Ensuring it's shut tight. This was the first time you would be fully alone together and you wanted no disruptions.

"Ah, right on time. Take a seat and i'll be right with you." He says smiling.

He grabs a few things from his desk and makes his way over to sit right next to you. You inhale and exhale quietly, trying to calm yourself down. But all you can think about is how close he is to you and what would happen if you moved your hand slightly ov-

“So,” he grunts, “let’s start with the first part of the topic and see which parts you’re struggling on the most. Mkay?” He asks.

“Um, yeah okay.” You say trying to sound more confident.

He starts explaining the content to you but all you can focus on is his hands. How big they are, how his veins slightly pop out and how they move when he talks. You were too entranced to notice he asked you a question. He was staring at you awaiting an answer.

"I-um sorry, can you repeat the question?" You spluttered out, slightly embarrassed.

He smirks and looks at you. You look down to avoid eye contact when you feel his hand come under your chin to lift your head up.

“Now honey, there’s no need to be nervous.” He says shaking his head in a comforting manner. You look into his eyes and before you can stop yourself, you lean in and press your lips to his.

You felt him slightly pull back out of shock but, in the same moment he leaned in full accepting the kiss. Your hands in his hair and his on your waist.

You pulled away to catch your breath and the realisation of what you just did slapped you in the face.

“Oh god, Mr Wenneck i’m s-”

“Call me Phil.” He cuts you off and captures your lips passionately. He grabs you and pulls you onto his lap. You grip on to his shirt pulling him impossibly closer. His hands rest on the plump of your ass, slowly guiding you back and forth. He pulls away, you're sharing breaths.

"I knew you felt the same," he lowly whispers, "I could tell. The way you'd get nervous talking to me, the lil' blush on your cheeks when i made eye contact with you." You feel your cheeks burn.

You feel the growing tent in his pants against our core. You gasp in both shock and delight. You look into his lust filled eyes and slowly begin to move back and forth. He lets out a sound of pleasure, you swear it was a whimper.

He leans in and begins to kiss at your jaw and neck, you sigh.

"So pretty.." He mumbles.

You feel his hands creep at the bottom of your shirt, bunching it up insisting he wants it off. You reach down and pull the shirt over your head revealing the lace bra underneath.

"Shit.." He breathes, you feel him grow beneath you. You reach down to unbuckle his belt when he picks you up and slams you on the desk. Emphasising his need for you.

He leans towards your chest and begins to kiss your boobs. His hands meet the waistband of your pants slightly tugging at them. He looks into your eyes and you give him a nod of approval.

He wastes no time in pulling them down along with your panties. He gets down onto his knees and spreads your legs, moaning at the sight in front of him. He moves forward, giving a gentle kiss to your cunt he then licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit.

"Oh god.."

"Not god baby, Phil.." You moan in response.

Slurping your juices like a man starved, his tongue thrusts deeper and deeper inside you. Your fingers gripping onto his hair to keep you grounded.

Without even realising you began to grind against his face, the pleasure taking over you. His lips are glued to your clit, sucking and kissing. His hands grab your legs and pull them over his shoulders, gripping on to your thighs keeping them spread.

"Oh shit Phil, right there.."

"Yeah, you like that?," he breathes heavily, "you like being a dirty lil' slut for your professor, hm?" You nod your head rapidly.

He began to suck harshly on your clit. Your back arches and your toes curl as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"Fuck! Ye-Yes, right there shit.." Your almost screaming. You open your eyes to look at him, reassuring yourself this is all real and not another dream.

You look down to see him staring right back at you, he winks at you and slides his index and middle finger inside of you. You throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"I'm gonna cum..." You warn as he pounds his fingers into you whilst sucking your clit.

"Cum for me baby, let go." He hummed.

In that moment you let go, the pleasure crashing over you. He groans against your pussy, not letting one drop of your cum spill.

He pulls your pants back up, puts your shirt back on and looks at you, checking your okay. He helps you stand and hands you your bag. He leans down and kisses you gently.

"Same time tomorrow honey." He smirks leaving you stunned.

You walk out of his classroom with the biggest grin on your face, excited for what tomorrow will bring.

[retroellie]

Last Night

Summary: After a hot and heavy night with Daryl for the first time, you start to confuse your feelings and start to wonder if he feels the same

A/N: This is messy but i literally wrote it like 4 times because it kept deleting so hey :). It's also not proof read so it might be filled with issues but oh well, life has been taking it out of me recently and writing is the last thing i want to do. But enjoy yall :))

Warnings: Mentions of smut

Word count: 4.1K

“Morning.” You said to the group of girls that gathered in the kitchen.

Michonne, Maggie, Rosita and carol were scattered around the kitchen, watching as you made your way to the fridge. You opened the fridge, looking inside to see if they had left some breakfast for you or if you could at least find something to fill you up. You were starved, stomach rumbling as you looked through the fridge.

You were out of it, not aware of the eyes tied to your back and the whispers that erupted from the girls. You were too busy still recovering from the night before, the night you had with Daryl. It was such a random thing that happened, you just remember walking home from the party and then next thing you know Daryl is deep inside you telling you how good you were for him. It was something everyone knew was coming and honestly some of the people of the new town YALL were in were surprised you guys weren’t a couple.

You thought no one had heard, you thought you were quiet enough and Daryl was sneaky when he snuck out of your room this morning. You thought you were secretive about this new relationship or hook up or whatever Daryl saw you as, but boy were you wrong. You had finally found some leftover fruit from the girls breakfast they had made, you took some and shoved it into your mouth… starved was an understatement.

“So y/n, how was the pull out?” Michonne asked, causing you to damn near choke on your food. Suddenly you felt a wave of shock course through your veins.

“What?!?” You exclaimed, it took you off guard. You were suddenly back in bed with Daryl, watching as he came deep inside of you…. You could still feel him.

You turned to face the girls, seeing how all of them were looking at you with huge smiles. You knew they knew, you weren’t quite sure how they couldn’t have known especially with that question.

“The pull out couch? How was it?” Michonne explained, a shit eating grin on her face.

You relaxed a little, thinking that maybe they didn’t know. Maybe they were laughing at your behavior from the question, how you choked on the grape stuffed in your mouth. You allowed yourself to sink into the counter as you leaned against it, popping some fruit in your mouth heat and there.

“Oh!!” You laughed. “Yeah it was okay, best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

You did everything but sleep last night, just the thought of Daryl having you in literally every single position made you blush. You never knew a man could make you feel like this, like a teenage girl around a boy for the first time. It was silly but you couldn’t get him out of your head, the way his hands so gently touched you but yet he was so rough.

It had been a long time coming and everyone knew it, on the road yall were always with each other and most of the time you would be flirting with him. It was all jokes at first, you would say some pick up line and Daryl would laugh it off and act like he was annoyed by it. Then you actually started to feel things for him so the words you spoke were true, Daryl just didn’t understand what you felt. He would never believe a girl like you would actually fall in love with him.

“It didn’t sound like you slept much last night.” Carol laughed, you felt like you were the center of a joke right now but you didn’t know what that joke was.

You knew they knew by that sentence but you were embarrassed by the fact they knew, were you that loud? You tried to be quiet but Daryl was too rough and the pull out couch was extremely squeaky. The blush on your face became more prominent now as you scanned the group of girls. They were all giving you such devilish smirks, smirks that mean teenage girls would give you after making fun of you for something that never really mattered.

“What do you mean!?? All I did was sleep, an actual good sleep.” You were getting slightly defensive, they could all tell by the way you were using your hands to speak. Michonne walked over to the sink next to you and placed her dishes in it, then settled herself to lean against it.

“Well the hickeys on your neck say differently.” Michonne jokes, reaching a hand out to move your hair, revealing the light purple and blue marks spread across your skin.

Your heart dropped, reaching up to your neck as you looked at michonne with horror. You had told Daryl not to give you hickeys at least in not places people could see, but Daryl loved marking you up and he wanted it to be known you were his. That’s how all of this started, how you ended up getting fucked by him. Simply because people couldn’t keep their hands off what was his, even if it wasn’t his yet.

“Damn it!” You let out, picking up the closest reflective surface which was toasted and examined your marks. They were prominent and loud, you couldn’t believe that asshole did it anyways. The girls laughed, your reaction causing them to not be able to hold in their laughter anymore.

“Besides, Rosita saw Daryl sneaking out of your room this morning and well… we all heard you.” Michonne added through her laughs.

Your heart dropped even more, the embarrassment of them all knowing was making your face heat up so much you thought your nose would bleed. You thought you were quiet but Daryl was all up in your guts so how could you? You were literally molded into the bed by the end of the night, soaked with sweat and Daryl’s cum… your last thought was being quiet. You damn near threw down the toaster, whipping your head to look at them.

“You guys can’t tell anyone! I’m serious, I’m not sure if this was something or just a hookup so I don’t want him thinking I’m telling everyone.” You pleaded pathetically, you would hate for Daryl to not want anything more than a hookup but you think he wanted something more.

“Y/n you're either blind or just stupid.” Maggie said bluntly. You were taken back by it, you always loved her for her bluntness but right now you didn’t need any of it, or did you? Maybe you did need sense slapped into you. “Daryl is in love with you, I mean it’s so obvious he does… we all know. Plus he gave you hickeys, so obviously he wants people to know.”

You did think it was odd he would mark you up, I mean he was always careful so it was no accident. But maybe you felt too good to him, he hadn’t fucked anyone in a bit so maybe he was just too high in the clouds to realize he was giving you hickeys. Hickeys or not, you couldn’t deny how he acted around you. He would literally put his life on the line for you, even if you wanted him too or not. All the girls knew his feelings for you, even if he never said anything.

“I just want to know how it happened and I want details.” Rosita butted in, elbows on the island counter waiting for your answer before she even got it out.

“I have no idea…” you admitted, trying to get your thoughts in order as you tried to replay the events following Daryl ruining you. “I was walking home from the party last night and I saw Daryl. We started talking but something seemed off so I pushed him to tell me. He snapped at me and told me he saw Spencer flirting with me . I guess he didn’t like it so he didn’t even go to the party. I tried to defend myself but next thing I knew his tongue was down my throat… oh my god.” You drifted off, slowly realizing that Daryl wasn’t being protective of you, no… he was being jealous because Spencer tried to make a move on something he felt was his.

“Daryl Dixon has feelings for me.”

You ran a hand through your hair, slowly going insane about the fact that Daryl Dixon liked you… no, he was in love with you. The girls laughed once more, not making fun of you but relieved that you had finally gotten it in your head. You were losing your mind, trying to keep yourself together but honestly you just wanted to run away, you wanted to run to daryl and ask what the fuck that was last night.

Carol chuckled, making her way over to you and presented a box to you. You looked up at her then down at the box, you had no idea what was in it but you hoped it was the way out of this hell hole.

“Well I have some errands to run.” Carol stated, handing you the box. “So why don’t you hand this to your new boyfriend for me, huh?”

She smiled at you as you grabbed the box before making her way to the other room. Michonne did the same, patting you on the shoulder before giving you a comforting smile walking past you and into the same room as Carol. You were left there losing your mind, the thoughts and the moments before that were pretty obvious Daryl liked you. You guys were close and honestly it was surprising it didn’t happen earlier. You would flirt with Daryl all the time, he always acted like he hated it but he loved it… it did things to him. It started off innocent enough but it turned into much more.

“So was it good?” Rosita asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You looked at her as she eagerly awaited your answer. You gave her a look, squinting your eyes at her as you took the box and ran upstairs. You spent the rest of the morning trying to get the courage to talk to Daryl, why was this so hard all of a sudden? You wanted him so bad but would he even want you back? I mean the way he was with you last night, was that a hint of him wanting it to be more? You recalled the night before, leaving a dull ache within you.

“Been waiting for this for so long… wanting to fuck you since I met you.” He moaned into your ear as he rammed deeply into you.

-

You creeped your way into the garage, the box Carol had given you in your hands as his back was turned to you. He had been working on a bike that Aaron had given him the task to work on, it was the only thing he enjoyed about this place. It wasn’t much yet, just a seat and handlebars but it was the start of something for him. You watched him for a bit, watching as his arms tensed up. You couldn’t get the images of last night out of your head, how he touched you and how he made you feel.

You were so out of it that you accidentally knocked over a tool, causing Daryl to turn around. He was ready to pounce on whoever was interrupting his bike building time but then he turned around to see you, which made his heart melt. You were standing there, box in hand and a look of surprise written on your face. Daryl smiled at you, wiping his hands on the rag that laid over his shoulder.

“Hey.” He said, watching as your face lit up.

“Hey…” you said back.

It was awkward to say the least, not 10 hours ago was Daryl fucking you into the bed and you were letting out fithly moans. Only you found it awkward though, Daryl fucked you for a reason and he wasn’t going to fuck and leave. He knew what he wanted, he wanted you and he’s always have but you didn’t know that. He never made it clear to you so you had no idea, you weren’t a mind reader after all. You saw his eyes look down at the box, confused as to what was inside.

“Oh um, Carol told me to give this to you.” You said, walking over and handing him the box. He grabbed it, looking down at it and then back at you.

You stood there smiling, watching as he peeked into it and then set it down. He had no interest in it, he was only focused on you. He wanted to talk about the night before, he wanted to talk about how he feels and how he would love to take you out sometime, on a real date. But you decided you couldn’t talk to him, you were too embarrassed and so weirded out by the fact he had feelings for you. It wasn’t a bad weirdo, it was just new.Daryl leaned against the table, hands setting on it to keep him balanced.

“Okay well… you look busy, I’ll let you get black to it!” You said awkwardly, turning around on your heels to leave the garage.

“Hey, wait!” He spoke, causing you to flinch slightly.

“Why ya being so quiet?” He asked, not sure what to say but he wanted you to stay.

The night before meant everything to Daryl, it meant that you cared about him even if it was slightly. He started to believe that maybe it was just a one thing for you, that maybe you felt bad about his little tantrum, so you gave in. The thought caused a lump in his throat to form.

“You starting to regret it?” He continued, biting his lip nervously.

You wouldn’t say you regretted it, no you didn’t point blank period. But if what Carol said about Daryl was true than it was completely different, you wanted it so desperately, but did he want it? And honestly you were way too scared to ask him, whether it was because of your fear or rejection, or you didn’t want your heart broken by Daryl Dixon.

“No! Of course not!” You said defensively.

That made Daryl feel a bit better, allowing himself to sink into his sink once again and let out a long silent sigh. He’s been on the tip of his toes all day wanting to come see you but his fear was also holding him back. You both were far too scared and far too paranoid to tell each other, but god you wanted too bad.

You sighed, letting your walls down once again like you did last night. You turned back to him, stepping closer to him until you were standing right in front of him. He was leaning on the table behind him, hands gripping onto the table as he tried not to reach out and touch you. You reached up to the buttons on his shirt, fiddling with one of them as your eyes lingered on his chest.

“I just…” you sighed, cutting off your sentence as you collected your words. “I really like you, like really really like you and well Carol and all of them saw you sneaking out of my room last night. They had this big talk to me about how you feel the same way… I don’t know, I guess I’m freaking out.”

You were still playing with the button on his shirt, eyes watching as his chest heaved up and down than a sharp inhale as he chuckled. He couldn’t help but laugh at your words, but it was even funnier that you couldn’t even make eye contact with him. He thought it was cute, maybe even got him a little riled up. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands that were popping his button in and out of the buttonhole, something you did often when you talked to Daryl. It was kind of a flirty thing at first but became something that could calm your nerves easily, Daryl was happy to allow you. Daryl lifted his hand up to your chin, lifting your eyes to look up at him.

The nervousness ceased as you looked into his eyes, his icy blue eyes boring into yours as you got lost in them. You didn’t know whether to reach up and kiss him or get down on your knees, take him into your mouth and call it a day. You had such confusing feelings for Daryl but for some reason being around him just felt so right, what happened between you last night felt right.

“I like ya too, I wanted to tell ya last night but things got awkward and uh…. guess I’m freaking out too.” He admitted, hand still on your chin as he forced your eyes on him. He wanted you to take in all his words. “I don’t know what Carol said but it is true, I don’t know what I’m feeling yet but I do know I want you.”

You couldn’t help but watch his lips as he admitted to his stupid little crush on you but god damn you loved hearing it. It wasn’t anything romantic, no flowers or love confession, no just y’all in a garage with bike parts around while he made you look deep into his eyes. You were now almost leaning completely against him, quite literally falling into him as he spoke his silky words. The silence wasn’t awkward but comfortable with the confessions laying lightly on you two.

“What is that pretty brain of yers thinking?” He said, running his hand up to your hair as he moved a piece of hair behind your ear. He snaked one hand to your hip, rubbing it comfortingly.

“Thinking about last night….” You admitted, watching a blush on his face begin to form. “And how I want you to do it again.”

Daryl’s grip on your hip tightening in shock, his lips curved into a smirk and his pants got tighter. You could melt just then, watching as his lips begin to shake slightly. That was all Daryl needed, just that confirmation of your attraction to him before he pulled you closer to him.

“ ‘s all you had to say bunny…” he said, gripping your hips and pulling you into a long kiss.

You kissed back, wasting no time before sliding your tongue into his. It was like you were made for each other, how well your lips synced together and how your bodies reacted to one another. It was fate for y’all to meet, hard fate that took a while for you to realize but when you did, you realized you never wanted it to end. Daryl grabbed at your ass, hands making their way into your hair to hold you in the same position you were in now.

You couldn’t help the moans that escaped your lips, feeling his hardening cock on your lower stomach made you dizzy. You wanted to repeat everything about last night plus more, all the positions he had you in but this time allow him to fuck you in every single way he wanted… without holding back this time. You were getting needy, bringing your body closer and closer to him as your hands wrapped around his neck.

You brought him so unbelievably close, Daryl just enjoyed the way you were with him, how only he could make you so needy… not Spencer. You heard some things fall off the table as Daryl’s hands grabbed on to it once more, trying to keep his balance from falling but he was so concerned with your lips on his that falling was the last thing on his mind.

He snaked one hand down your body, reaching into your pants to feel how wet you had become. You were soaked, almost completely through your underwear and pants. Not surprising to you since you’ve been thinking about Daryl since this morning. Daryl was on his way to sticking two fingers into you before you both heard the noise.

The noise rang through the air but you were so hot and horny that it didn’t register until the man’s voice called out. The noise was the garage door opening, the door to the house and the man’s voice that called out was Aaron’s. He wasn’t expecting to see the sight in front of him and you both stopped dead in your tracks to stare right back at him.

“Hey Daryl I found a…” He started, not yet looking up at you too but when he did he dropped the object in his hand and froze. “Oh shit… I’m sorry!”

Aaron covered his eyes, turning away as he tried desperately not to look at the two of you. As for y’all, you jumped off Daryl, fixing your shirt that somehow had lifted and buttoned up your pants. Daryl attempted to hide his erection as he jumped up and toward the door. Aaron wasn’t sure if he should run or stay, he didn’t know which was more awkward. Maybe he should just pretend he didn’t see anything? Maybe he should pretend he had a bug in his eye and he turned away before he saw y’all?

“Yeah, what’s up Aaron?” Daryl said calmly, making sure he remained calm as Aaron turned back.

“I uh… I just found this part on one of the runs, thought it’d be helpful.” Aaron said, picking up the part from the ground and hoped it wasn’t broken.

He smiled awkwardly as he handed it to Daryl, trying not to make eye contact with you. Daryl took the part from him, silently thanking him as Aaron just stood back and smiled. It was awkward, nothing but tension flew through the air. You were breathing heavily, terrified of what Aaron might say at this moment. Why did you even care so much? Were you scared of what everyone else would say or just Aaron?

“Okay well… uh sorry again! I’ll let you get back to work!” Aaron said before stammering out. “On the bike! I meant on the bike… okay.” He sighed, defeated as he felt he couldn’t come back from this.

He ran back into the house, shutting the door softly as you were finally able to take a breath. You were shaking, out of embarrassment but also the dull ache in between your legs still hovered deep within you. You both didn’t speak for a good minute or two until you bursted out into laughter. You didn’t know what had come over you, you were extremely embarrassed but you couldn’t help but laugh at your carelessness.

Almost everyone knew about you and Daryl fucking but it only started just last night! How ridiculous was that! That’s what you thought was funny, the thought of the two most careful people in the group being so careless with each other, it felt you could finally stop caring when it was just you two. Daryl laughed with you, shaking his head at your manic laughter.

You tried to stop laughing but it just kept coming, you were like an insane woman. You slowly came down from your laughing fit, wiping your eyes of the tears that had escaped your eyes and your face had turned bright red. You looked over at Daryl who had been doing the same thing but only he was more composed than you were. You couldn’t help but think about the rest of your life with Daryl, watching as his face lit up with pure happiness. You both went silent again, your laughter still echoing through the garage.

“Uh I should probably get back to work on this.” Daryl said, he would’ve fucked you right now but there were too many possibilities of someone seeing again and he wasn’t for that embarrassment right now.

“Okay… yeah I have to get back home anyways, the laundry awaits me!” You said with fake enthusiasm.

Daryl nodded, looking down at his feet. You felt him cower away into his shy self again, the Daryl you knew before last night. You stepped over to him again, lifting his chin like he did yours not even 10 minutes ago and placed a soft kiss on his lips. It wasn’t anything too long or too passionate, just a simple kiss.

“I’ll come over to your house tonight though, maybe you can be the laughing stock of the house this time.” You giggled. He smiled at your comment, pecking your lips once more.

“My house it is..”

[machiten]

thats my seat!

academic rival scaramouche x gn!reader headcanons

warnings: scaramouche(bro is a whole warning), foul language(it's scaramouche we're talking about here so), reader is mentioned to have bad eyesight, fights, angst, academic validation, bad parenting

barely proofread lmao im tired, it's 3:15 am and im starving. there will be a chapter 2 ofc i just wanted to post something goddamn my blog has been empty for so long (4 days) didn't have a way to keep track of the word count but it's kinda long. anyways hope u enjoy!!

oh god

when i say rival, i mean full on brawls on the school hallway

so let's say you've been top of your school since day one. your name has always been at the top of the score board every exam, always class representative, and well known as a smart kid ever since you steped on school premises.

you work hard to keep your grades up, your parents pay enough attention to your succesful brother and none for you

having a successful brother plants high expectations on you. i mean, he did very well, so why cant you? you both have the same blood running through your veins. your parent's praise, that is all you've ever wanted. and yet you're not even informed if there's a family outing, leaving you in your house alone

it has been like that for years

not until one day, you enter into the classroom and someone else is sitting in your chair. someone unfamiliar is sitting on your chair.

"hey, excuse me. i sit there." you pointed at what is supposed to be, your chair. "what, i dont see any names on it." Ok, what. when you finally look up to the culprit, my goodness. Fierce purple eyes that looks like it holds the entire universe, his skin as fair as a maiden, lips plum as a springs fruit, a beauty mark at the underside of his right eye, and his hair a unique color of indigo that is cut in a weird jellyfish-ish hairstyle. while yes, he looks ethereal, not gonna lie (if he had longer hair you might've mistaken him as a girl) his personality certainly does not match his elegance. an annoyed look currently adorned his face, as if you disturbed his peace.

"done checking me out? i know im hot, i get that look everyday so dont ever think you're special." and now it changed into a cocky smirk. the nerve! not only is he sitting on someone else's chair but it seems like his head is getting bigger too. "well excuse me, i havent seen your around school until today so im guessing that you're the transfer student our teacher talked about last week. but do you mind finding a new spot, i sit there." you glared at him.

"no i like it here. here's a better idea, why don't you find a new spot. im the new student here, show some courtesy."

"no- what, go away thats my seat!"

"alright everyone, settle down- oh, i see that the new student is here already," the teacher finally came in the classroom, cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand. Everyone sat down on their seats while you are still standing up waiting for this person to look for another seat. Lmao guess what, he didnt move.

"(name), c'mon sit down. i know getting a new friend is exiting but we have to greet the new student properly. now go find your seat."

"wait but sir--"

"sit down, (name)"

"yeah that's right (name), sit down" a voice beside you spoke. you looked over to the new student adorning a triumphant grin at your loss. and so you are now forced to sit at the back, barely seeing what's in front because of your poor eyesight, and wearing a vengeful spirit.

epic first meeting

the seats in the back are okay, its breezy and you now sit next to xiao (his music taste is so good) but yeah, you cant really see the board clearly so you get notes from mona at the front

at first, it was a one sided rivalry. how hated how rude and bratty he was and at that time, he didnt seem too care (like he get those everyday). but then he started fighting back and oh boy he hasn't had this much fun in years!

the way you retort back to his harsh words is so amusing to him. usually, no one would dare talk to him in a degrading manner but then you came into his life, claiming that he's sitting on your chair, and it was never the same ever again.

now, he looks forward to everyday. he rises up earlier so that he can sit at your chair first, he keeps looking at the classroom door everytime someone enters (in case it's you so that he can give that shit eating grin), he loves how your face gets messed up when he wins an argument, he loves how small your hands are compared to his when you have a brawl in the hallways, and most of all, he loves it when you give him the shit eating grin when you win something (he says he let's you win sometimes because he pitied you, but is it really?)

to him, this is fun, amusing, entertaining. but to you? you've never felt this much hate in a human being, ever.

scaramouche is smart as fuck and he demonstrated that loud and clear

he aced the math test that the teacher gave that wasn't even taught to him

in presentations, he speaks loud and clear and you can really understand the point he's making

he doesn't really like group works (you noticed) but if he was put in a group, he does most of the job flawlessly

sports? oh of course. he's really good at baseball (pitcher). he's also good at other sports but not as good as baseball

oh and pray that you don't get him as your opponent in debates, you will be grilled like a brisket

did i mention he sleeps in like 70% of his classes? it's not like the teachers can do anything about it. he excels in everything, at least let him sleep as a gift

the only times he would be awake is when he pulls on your strings

but of course, you're also good in all of these, that's why you both are rivals

you fight almost everyday for the top spot (and for your original seat) to the point where its a daily routine to everyone else to see you both pinching and arguing in the classroom

He doesn't have any close friends (ahem childeahem) and it's either bc ppl are intimidated by him or he just doesnt give a fuck about friends

maintaining grades is one thing, winning against him is another

you are very intellegent, yes, but you work very hard for your grades every night. losing sleep studying for upcoming quizes and making sure your projects are perfect. unlike him who doesnt even try

you havent seen him study once

and it makes you see yourself lower. you're both equally in par with your grades but thats when he doesn't even try. what happens when he takes everything seriously? what if he studies as hard as you do? where will you stand then?

but when you got 2nd place for the 3rd time this year, he took it too far

"what the hell?! this is the third time!" you looked at the results in the bulletin board expecting to see your name in first place. you studied hard, right? so then why,,,

"oh oops, looks like i did a little too well again this time. aw and i didn't even answer some of the questions because i felt bad for beating you the last two times." a snicker is heard behind you and sure enough, piercing indigo eyes is looking at yours in pure pity. "thanks i guess. are you happy now? that's three times in a row!" aether beside you is now having a deadpan expression, expecting the worst. 'alright here we go again'.

"oh yes very, you know what makes me even happier? your declaration that you're inferior to me. why do you even try anyways, it's clear to everyone that im better. you're just wasting your time burying your head in your books and notes when we both already know who's coming at the top. imagine not meeting your parent's expectations." he's now looking down on you, beating you up with words that you know damn well are true. but that doesn't mean you're not gonna fight back.

"what."

"oh you know, maybe if you tried harder, the cost of your education might be worth it for your parents. honestly, if i we're them id--"

before he could finish his sentence, a loud echoing smack is heard all across the hallway, making everyone's attention turn to the commotion. scaramouche head is now turned the other way, his cheeks beginning to flare from the hit as he glared at the culprit, you. "you motherfucking bitc-!" you tackled him and due to surprise, he fell back. aether is now alert, shouting your name trying to get you to your senses.

you gripped scramouche's collar, rasing his head from the floor and slamming it back down. "you're an asshole, you know that?! i try my best everyday and this is what i get?!!" he fights back, hand on your arm that's trying to get a hold of his hair and another on your neck, holding back your weight.

"you don't know what it's like!! you will never know what it's like being compared to your brother everytime they get a chance!! you dont know what it's like going home to nothing but words of disappointment when you did everything you can to get their approval!! you will never know what it's like for your efforts to go to waste!! you will never know the feeling of being kicked out of your own home and live in a run down apartment!! i work day and night, i lose sleep everyday, i barely have anything for myself to live, and now i have to deal with your ass every single day too?!!"

"(name)! calm down, hey-!"

"fuck off aether!"

every word you spat pricked scaramouche's heart and made him struggle from your assaults. this isn't fun anymore. he knew a bit of your situation, kazuha told him. but he never knew it was this bad. all he knew is about your parent's expectations. he didn't even attempt to fight back this time and just defends himself from your blows. 'shit, i took it too far.'

"you dont have to remind me of my incompetence! i already know, i know damn well i will never be enough!! you're right, why do i even try, right?! you're so fucking annoying, doing everything so effortlessly, like school is a nuisance!! can't i take a fucking break?!!" at this point, you cannot control your tears from falling into his cheeks, rolling down his porcelain skin.

"what are you--?!"

"why can't i be a genius like you?! why dont i have everything that you have?!! i did everything i can, what am i doing wrong?!" you are now saying intangible words that no one can decipher because of the mess of emotions you are feeling at that moment. you're about to deliver another blow when someone held you back.

"(name)! you're doing too much! thats enough!!" goddamn she is stronger than i thought, scaramouche deals with this everyday?? aether pulled you away from the tangled mess that you and scaramouche managed to create. you're struggling his hold but after a bit, you slumped down having no more strength to keep going, sobbing quietly. "...(name)?" aether said.

"...i am so tired of everything, why do i even keep trying. i.. i just want to make my parents proud..." sniffles could be heard from where you are being held my aether's arms. aether supported you from the groud and led you away from the scene and the prying eyes of other students. before you both can disappear completely, aether turned around and gave scaramouche a threatening glare. "i know you both bicker a lot but you took it too far. you are an asshole and you better change that attitude of yours or i will send you home even worse than your condition right now." and you both are gone.

scaramouche is still sitting on the floor, his arm supporting his weight, bruises are forming in his skin while he's craddling his cheek that is now very noticeably red and flaring from the slap you served him earlier. he doesn't know how to act, really. should he apologize? should he just walk away and like nothing happened? should he report you for physical abuse? he didn't know anything.

what he does know though is that he fucked up, big time. he knows that you'll never want to see his face ever again, he knows that nothing will be the same again, and he knows thag the feelings he has will never be reciprocated, after what he's done.

he actually just found out recently, when someone from the other class was making fun of you and he didn't like it one bit, he's the only one allowed to make fun of you, everyone back off. scaramouche can see the crowd dissipating, no longer interested since the main action is gone. he sat there on the floor the whole time, rethinking his life choices, wondering if he said things differently instead of those. would he be seeing you tomorrow? will you still argue with him about nonsensical bullshit? can he still hold your hand whenever you pinch him?

he heard footsteps and before he can look up, someone had smacked him in the head.

"what the fuck-!!"

"i want to say 'are you okay', but to be honest you kinda deserved that." a mop of ginger can bee seen hanging from someone's head.

"fuck off childe, and why did you smack me?!"

"because you deserve it. but y'know, it's nice having front row seats seeing you ruin your life because of that toungue of yours. aether's right you're an ass." he helped scaramouche from the floor, dusting his uniform from the filth. "ill take you to the infirmary." scaramouche can only nod, feeling lethargic after all that energy spent.

he hopes to see you the next day, acting like nothing ever happened.

part 2

[sanjisblackasswife]

What I think the Monster Trio’s Dick Look Like(NSFW)

Ft. Zoro, Luffy, Sanji

A/N: I’m a pervert…I’m bored…and I may end up drawing this so…yeah. Also this isn’t TOO descriptive considering idk how tf to describe a man’s tallywackle.

Luffy

About 4-5 inches on soft and hard. He can stretch it out so have fun with that.

He has one small vein you don’t really see or feel unless he is hard or about to cum

Pretty lightly brown and pink tip, doesn’t curve, his family jewels aren’t huge but they’re not that small either you can like pop em in your mouth ig

No pubic hair: he just doesn’t grow any down there

He cums A LOT (not as much as Sanji) and if semen And Dick has specific tastes depending on a man’s diet then they both taste terrible because of his terrible diet

Twitches uncontrollably when you blow on it

It gets friggin huge when he is using Gear 2-4

When he is in Gear 5 it naturally grows 3 inches and it’s thicker with his vein protruding out more

Zoro

Absolutely the most thickest out of the three, could compare the thickness to a banana

Pretty tan with a brown tip and pink/red undertone. Blushes a lot when he’s hard

He’s a grower not a shower; 4 inches soft, 7.2 hard.

Curved slightly to the right 2 large veins under and on top of his shaft

Hairy ass monkey down there—his happy trail is absolutely dark green with a hint of black btw

Hefty ass balls I mean what the hell man

Reminds me of a damn bull

When it does twitch you barely notice it

Just like Luffy his Dick and semen would probably not taste that great. You know how some guys say women that they’ve eaten out taste like pennies? Well yeah he’d taste like a very faint metal of some kind so hold your breath ladies

Cums like a damn river and if you don’t start breathing through your nose you will choke

His Dick print shows a lot when he wears pants so he man spreads most of the time

Will throw hands if you say his Dick is his 4th sword worth it

Sanji

Yeah let’s pretend my user name doesn’t exists and I’m totally not being biased right now.

Pretty dick it’s so pretty

He is the longest out of the three, 7.4 all around, but very skinny. He has one large vein up the side of his cock up to the tip

Speaking of tip I want his so bad

His tip is of course a pretty pink, is naturally blushed idk if that’s a thing but let’s roll with it

Alsways fucking semi hard because he is a horny bastard

Can hide it very well in his slacks usually takes him a few minutes though

His happy trail/pubic hair is so pretty, nicely trimmed for the ladies he can’t seduce and the same color of his beard.

Taste like nothing? Like skin like lick the back of your palm and that’s what it taste like.

Oh wait he smokes like a train

Okay it’s still not the best taste but it’s better than Zoro’s and Luffy’s

I heard semen can be really watery so I’m giving him that HC. Because look at him.

Once he cums he literally can’t stop it’s like him bleeding through his nose but his nose is his Dick and the blood is semen so…have fun with the mess

I Petition Oda to give this man some 🐱 before the series end tysm.

[sexyinaratkindaway]

Day 4: Size kink

Pairing: Grian/Docm77

Grian is running, running, running. 

This is becoming a drug, he thinks, bitter. For him, and the others. The seasons are getting faster, closer together. But why wouldn't they want to do it, again and again and again? When the sweet song of adrenaline in their veins is so inebriating, when the sweet haze of red in front of their eyes, screaming for blood is the only thing that makes them feel alive?

Doc took to the formula of the game incredibly well, and incredibly quick. Joel had scoffed at the death messages in chat, but Grian, oh, Grian knew. He knows now, too, flittering between treetops, lost in the adrenaline of the chase. Doc's always been good at playing the villain: the forest is deadly silent, and he drops down on the ground to scout the clearing he ends up in. A noise behind him, like a twig snapping under heavy hooves, and Grian doesn’t have time to jump in fear: there are big hands closing around his waist, there are claws—it seems—thicker than his pinky finger tearing through his sweater, hot breath on his neck and the musk of fur and grime and bloodthirst surrounding him, and Doc is slamming him to the ground.

“You’re a sneaky little birdie,” he rumbles, sounding pleased, “but I’m faster.”

Panic sings through Grian’s bones, and he feels good.

“Doc,” he gasps, “Doc, Doc, c’mon, I’m sure we can…” by the Gods he’s big and warm and heavy on top of him and making his head dizzy, “Uhh, we can figure something out?”

Doc barks out a laugh that makes all the feathers on Grian stand on end. 

“Oh yeah?” he purrs. “And what would you have that could interest me, birdie?”

Doc doesn’t wait for an answer before bearing down on Grian, grinding down on him. Something big and warm tents Doc's sweatpants, presses against Grian's crotch and belly and almost reaches his sternum and Gods Doc is so big it makes Grian dizzy.

"Doc, I know how you're feeling, I get it. I've been red before, I know how it feels. There's… other ways to satisfy this empty feeling."

"Such as?" Doc says, a low rumble that ricochets through Grian's brain.

"Such as…" 

Grian bites his lip.

Is he really doing this?

God, that's hot.

Slowly, he wraps his fingers about Doc's wrist—as big as his arm—to drag it lower, from his shoulder, to his chest, to tickle at the hem of his sweater and slip under to touch warm skin. Doc grins, feral: his remaining eye shines red as bright as the metal one, and his hand curls around Grian’s waist so, so easily. He’s being manhandled like he weighs nothing to Doc, and he probably doesn’t. That big hand bunches his sweater up and up under his throat until his whole chest is exposed, and then a single clawed finger runs through it to rip it to useless little shreds: the same treatment is reserved for his pants, and Doc chuckles when he’s left naked on the grass.

“No undies, Grian?” He purrs, leaning down to fit his face in the crook of Grian’s now bare neck, so big his mouth wraps around his clavicle and chest and throat, sharp teeth leaving painful imprints.

“Eh, they get…” A shiver, because Doc has wrapped a hand around his hip and brought another between his legs to run two fingers along his slit, big and warm and calloused on his puffy cock, “... uncomfortable.”

Doc hums, and then a finger is breaching him. It’s big and warm and calloused and perfect and Grian keens, spreads his legs seeking more and more; Doc smiles and leans down to—Gods—spit on his hand, on the cunt it was buried in: he pumps his finger in and out a couple times to lube him up properly, swirls his finger in a circle, ridges and knuckles dragging against his walls until Grian wants to claw all of Doc’s clothes off and jump on his cock now now now just give me more for the love of all things holy. Doc seems to read his mind, because another finger is prodding at him and it’s so big and tight but it’s also not nearly enough, and Grian bristles.

“Okay, okay, you’ve had your fun, now will you just–”

Doc scissors his fingers open, and Grian is left speechless, whining out a high-pitched little noise.

“Hm. How can you think to take my cock, when two fingers leave you so dumb and whiny?”

Grian doesn’t answer, just grinds against the fingers inside him, tries to make his moans sound alluring enough that Doc might take pity on him.

Doc pumps his fingers in and out, in and out, in and out.

They’re as big as a cock, and Grian wants more.

Then the fingers pop out, leave him dreadfully empty, and Grian doesn’t even notice the rustling of cloth, of Doc pulling his sweatpants down, because now something much bigger and much warmer and much wetter than Doc’s fingers is pressing against his entrance; Grian looks down. Doc’s clit—though it’s so big Grian is willing to put it to the test against any cock he’s taken—is beautiful, peeking out from under all the fur: dark green and pink, flushed and weeping, standing at attention from its cocoon of pillowy looking, slick folds, spread open like a flower: Doc pushes in and Grian immediately forgets the game, the lives, himself, everything. His whole world is reduced to Doc’s fat, puffy cock filling him up perfectly, pressing against his walls and what he’s deliriously sure is his cervix, just long enough to fill him to the brim but so thick it’s making it hard to breathe.

Doc trills a pleased noise, almost like a purr: his big hands move until he’s got Grian perfectly still, holding him by the hips like a little fleshlight; like a little fleshlight, he starts to move him. Up,  down, up, down, slap, slap, slap, slap.

Doc is enjoying himself, muttering half-niceties in the murmuring hiss that is the language of Creepers; Grian lays limp in his hold, fucked stupid on Doc’s cock and the way it presses every button inside him while, at the same time, rubbing deliciously against his own.

It’s quick, for both of them: one moment Doc’s growling, the next he’s roaring his pleasure in Groan’s shoulder, pistoning his hips into a punishing, uneven rhythm until there’s slick splashing on the floor, and the next Grian is enveloped by pleasure, so much he has to scream it, and is coming around Doc’s cock.

It takes a moment for them to regain their breath. Doc slips out of him, pulls up his sweatpants, tumbles to the ground next to him. They stay still for a while, enveloped in comfortable silence, shoulder to shoulder as they get their breath back.

Then Doc sits up and snaps Grian’s neck.

Dammit.

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

your attention, please

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pairing: bf! heeseung x gn! reader

↬ tags: school! au (leaning towards university), i can imagine this happening pleasee, not well written but i think it's cheesy (i originally wanted to tap in on mental load in couples because i found that meaningful but i couldn't fit that concept entirely in there)

summary: heeseung wants to take you out on a date, but you're too busy looking at the things that are not him

word count: 539 words

“looking at this diagram, we can then derive…”

heeseung easily tuned out the lecture, choosing to steal glances at you. you sat to his right, studiously taking down relevant notes while he was…well, looking at you. Inching a little closer, he made sure that his fidgeting hasn’t caught your attention, as he leans towards you. 

“you’ve got something to say?” you whispered under your breath, your eyes darting from the whiteboard to your notes.

“nope. i love you.” he whispered back, his right elbow shuffling closer so that it touched yours. he watched as you smiled to yourself, shaking your head whilst highlighting several keywords. 

“you aren’t gonna pay attention? it’s important, you know.” you lightly chided, this time gazing at him and his heart skips a beat.

“you’re just as important and i rather stare at you than hear professor park drone on about some formula.” heeseung playfully retorted back and you rolled your eyes, left hand coming up to rest on his thigh. 

“okay class, now about the upcoming mid-terms…here are some reminders…” you immediately took your hands off and resumed scribbling and heeseung nearly pouts at the warmth lost. he huffed, moving unbearably close to you. he side-eyes the things being written down, the dates you circled repeatedly and the content that was added bullet point after bullet point. 

the same information was definitely gonna be disseminated through the class group chat anyways: he knows the class president well enough to “extort” notes easily.

yet you always tell him to start paying attention in class, but heeseung can’t really care; he was just glad to be with you.

speaking of which…

picking up his own pen, he writes down “DATE???”, before ripping the page of his notebook and pushing the paper towards you. his action caught your attention and you raised an eyebrow at the paper, before directing it to him. 

a date? you mouthed. yeah, you and me. study date if you want. he mouthed back. 

your focus was back on the scrap of paper and he already saw the cogs in your head whirring. heeseung knows you don't really like sudden surprises or abrupt changes to your plan, so saying it today would technically give him…about 3-4 buffer days.

he wrote down, “your favorite cafe, this weekend” and eyed your expression. you perked up, yet seriously considered it for a few seconds, and knowing you, giving it thought means he has room for a little negotiation. 

“okay, what…” you hesitated. he stood a chance!

you gestured for him to lower his voice, yet there was only much he could do to contain his excitement. 

he spoke in hushed tones, happiness coursing through his veins, "we can get whatever you want to eat! oh, that reminds me there's a new menu coming out too so we can check it out. what do you say?" heeseung nodded, trying to get approval. you seemed satisfied with his answer and nodded back, all while smiling.

"and...you can wear that fit you had just gotten over the weekends. i know you've been dying to wear that out." judging by your new level of excitement, heeseung knows he won you over.

"you're gonna match?" "yeah of course! anything with you."

@ppumeonae-bigvibe 's work ; likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

[mediocre-writerr]

are you real? [wanda maximoff]

summary: it’s been a long time since you were just two kids with an undeniable bound, falling further and further into some uncharted feelings; chapter 3 of ‘tis the damn season

warnings: explicit language, otherwise none?

pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

part 1 / part 2 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

Winter Break - 11 years ago

You and Wanda fell into a simple routine the rest of winter break. You spent mornings on your front porch drinking hot chocolates and reading in a comfortable silence. Some days Pietro and the rest of the boys joined the two of you, but most of the time it was just you and her, and you weren’t complaining. 

Wanda and Pietro’s dad, despite being so busy at the Christmas tree farm that they owned, caught on fairly quickly that his children’s friend group earned another member. He showed up on our doorstep, Wanda right behind him, holding a large pot. A pot full of fresh paprikash, you didn’t know what it was, but Wanda quickly reassured you that it was the most delicious food you’d ever taste. As you looked at your parents compared to him, your parents were surprisingly young, not too much younger, but young. Yet, his smile was wide and youthful just like Wanda and Pietro’s. 

Your mom poured a glass of wine and the three adults sat out on the kitchen island chatting while the two of you eavesdropped from the couch. It was nothing too exciting, just your classic I’ll keep an eye on them, if she’s ever over. Your parents seemed to take quite a liking to the older man, “Well, maybe now we can get a discount on a fresh Christmas tree,” your mom jokes, causing your dad to chuckle. 

When you weren’t taking lessons on how to be a better ice skater, you were traveling not too far out of town to the slopes. Sam’s parents owned the small lodge up there, so some days you and the rest of the gang would hitch a ride with his parents and spend the whole day snowboarding. 

“I hope you can snowboard better than you can ice skate, Y/L/N,” Wanda nudged your shoulder as you waited in line for the chairlift. The rest of the boys in their own little world talking about some video game that just came out recently.

You let out a small scoff, “Excuse me, Ms. Maximoff, I for one happen to be actually pretty good at snowboarding. And you were pretty amazed at how better I gotten at ice skating yesterday,” 

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she commented as the two of you got on the chairlift.

The two of you sit in a soft comfortable silence, before you break it, a random thought appearing in your head, “Hey Wanda?” she hums softly in response, “Why isn’t your mom around a lot?” 

You noticed the way her body goes stiff. She clears her throat, “Yeah, well, she’s dead, Y/N.” 

“Oh…I uh, I’m so sorry…” you drew out, not sure about what to say. You mentally face palmed yourself because you know that saying sorry is probably the last thing she wants to hear. 

“No, It’s okay. It happened a couple years ago, but besides my friends, kids at school still act weird about it. Probably because all of them still have both their parents. So, honestly, I’d rather take your questions than you being all weird about,” she reassures you, “Now are you ready to show me that you can actually snowboard?” she teases with a bright smile. 

I threw the goggles onto my face, strapped my feet into the board’s binding, and stared out at the monstrous slope. Your adrenaline was coursing through your veins faster than the speed of lightning, “Prepared to be amazed, Maximoff,” 

“I have learned that you’ll probably continue to amaze me, Y/L/N,” 

Wanda was fast becoming your favorite person. And you’re pretty sure she felt the same way. You and Wanda spent most of your time on the slopes or on the ice skating rink. On the days where the wind was too blistering, you’d hole up in your basement with the heater on full blast. You and Wanda would flop down on the gray sectional sofa with a mug full of hot chocolate and on occasions leftover paprikash or whatever Sokovian dish Oleg made the night before. Depending on the day, you’d either put on a movie or listen to records off your dad’s old record player. 

You’d take turns playing different movies or listening to different albums. But one day, she brought up the guitar that sat in the corner of the room. You took a bite of the paprikash to avoid answering about it, but it only caused her eyebrows to raise and a teasing smile on her lips, “You can play it, can’t you?” 

“I dabble,” you responded with a mouth full of food. 

“Play me something,” 

You’ve never played for anyone else before, always denying anyone’s request for any song whatever the occasion was. But for some reason, you just can’t say no to her. Setting the hot bowl onto the small coffee table in front of you, you grab the acoustic guitar, and bring it over to the couch. The brunette sits in front of you criss-cross applesauce with an excited smile on her face. 

The familiar chords flew off your fingertips with such ease and the soft words of you singing filled the room softly. Your heartbeat is racing a mile a minute, faster than it was when you were snowboarding down the hill with the risk of breaking a limb at any time, “Forever the name on my lips, just like our last.”

You finish singing with a breathy chuckle, “I started playing guitar right after Taylor Swift came out with Speak Now last year. I wanted to be just like her and that was the first song I’ve ever learned, but my mom was like you don’t understand the meaning of this song. But that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate it,” All she did was just smile at you, “What?” you ask.

“Are you even real?” she whispered with the brightest smile on her face. 

Winter Break - 9 years ago

The rest of eighth grade wasn’t too exciting. You adjusted to your new school with ease with help of your new friends, but especially Wanda. Your routine didn’t stop after winter break, your parents and Oleg would always joke, saying that if you found Wanda, Y/N wouldn’t be too far behind. 

Your first year of high school wasn’t anything special either. Except, the boys' voices were growing deeper and you and Wanda’s body were changing. Wanda came to your house crying one day because she went to use the bathroom and found blood staining her underwear. Oleg forgot to mention to her that that happens to girls sometimes, and practically begged your mom to teach her about it. And she did. Ever since that day going forward, your mom thought of Wanda as her second daughter. 

It was the first day of winter break. Surprisingly, the winter air wasn’t as cold as the last couple years. The lake still in its liquid form, the boys thought it would be the perfect time to introduce you to Westview’s age old tradition. You all cut through the trail between your guys’ properties, all the way to Steve’s house from school. A small little boat stood tied up to the dock. 

Wanda reached her hand out to help you, and a hot current of electricity buzzed from your fingers to your neck. 

What the hell was that?

Steve drove us a little north of the docks, passing by all the neighborhood docks and towards the other end of the lake, “This, Y/N, is Westview Point,” Bucky declared, helping Steve tie the boat to the small dock on the shoreline, “High school kids do this every year, if the lake isn’t frozen solid by winter break. Unfortunately, we couldn’t participate in our freshman year since the lake was already rock hard.”  

“It’s totally safe to jump. High school kids have been doing it for years,” Scott adds on. 

The boys start stripping down their many layers of clothing, but you were only focused on the tall cliff in front of you. The color from your face slowly fading, “You don’t have to,” Wanda reassures, “I’ll stay here with you.” 

“No it’s okay, I can do this.” You slowly started to strip out of your hoodie and sweatpants, your body being hit by the crisp winter wind that loomed around the small town. You slowly stopped in your place when you noticed Wanda stripping down to. She was wearing a dark red bikini and you were caught off guard by how stunning she looked. How have you not noticed it before? 

With a clear of your throat, you hopped off the boat, and you climbed the large cliff with Wanda right behind you. Each one of the boys, jumping into the freezing cold water down below. A chorus of screams and curses fell from their lips as they resurfaced, “Holy shit! That’s cold!” Sam yelled, “C’mon girls, don’t back out on us now!” 

Your stomach twisted, it was a lot higher up here than it actually looks, “You want to go back the way we came down?” she whispers to you softly, “You don’t have to prove anything to these guys. They’re stupid and will probably get pneumonia. But if you really want to do this, we’ll do it together. We’ll hold hands and we’ll jump together.” 

“Swear?” you ask, sticking your pinky up.

The brunette chuckled softly, interlocking your pinkies together, “Swear.” She let go of your hand for a split second before threading her fingers through yours, “Together,” 

You drop like an anvil falling out of the sky. It was an uncomfortable sensation at first. The freezing cold water felt like it was burning on your skin. You kicked up, breaking through the water, and letting out a chatter of curses. You and Wanda swim back to the boat, using the little ladder to haul yourselves up, while the boys run back towards the cliff to jump again. She wrapped you tightly in a towel, tucking you into it to try and keep you warm, before she even wrapped a towel around herself. 

Wanda wrapped the towel around herself before moving to sit next to the bench beside you, your thighs pressed together. The brunette stares at you intently, the green in her eyes suddenly becoming your favorite color, “Hold on, you’ve got an eyelash on your cheek,” Wanda’s freezing cold thumb finds your cheek, as the pads of it gently rub the eyelash off. Your eyes flicker down to her lips and the small little crease on the top lip. 

Well, this is a new feeling. 

“I got it,” she whispered, her breath warm against her chilly cheeks. 

Before you can even stop the words from falling from your mouth, they come out anyway, “Where are your freckles?” you whisper.

“The clouds have been covering the sky recently, so the sun hasn’t gotten a chance to bring them back out,” she shrugged, “Don’t worry though, they’ll be back. Honestly, I didn’t think anyone really paid attention to my freckles,” 

“I pay attention to everything about you, Wands,” 

Christmas is a big deal in Westview is what you’ve recently learned. So to signify Christmas coming soon, the very first day of winter break they have an impressive firework display for the small town. You and your friends stayed on the north end of the lake, sitting in the boat. Your hoodies snuggled close to your bodies, while eating some random snacks that you guys packed. 

Another boat pulled up next to us and you recognized some other kids from school: Valkyrie, Thor, Loki, T’Challa, Shuri, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, and Daisy Johnson. Scott warned that he invited some other kids from school, but you completely forgot after that moment with Wanda. Daisy smiled at you softly as she hopped onto Steve’s boat. 

You knew Daisy from your science class, she was your lab partner. She has short brown hair and these piercing brown eyes that you could get lost in. You could get lost in them, if you weren’t addicted to those god damn green eyes. You were always addicted to her, it’s just all becoming clearer now. 

Taking advantage of the darkening sky you watch over Wanda. She was listening to Thor rant about something that happened over the football season; a story that you’ve heard a million times. Her hair was naturally wavy and thick, and she kept having to tuck it behind her ear. Her lips were perfect and you caught yourself wondering if your lips would be like two puzzle pieces meeting for the very first time. You sit quietly at your revelation as she just nodded along to his story, the thought of her lips on your causing you to shiver. 

“Are you cold?” Daisy asks, breaking you away from your thoughts, and honestly you didn’t even notice her sitting next to you until now.

“A little bit,” you admitted. 

Wanda eyes trailed over to where you were sitting, and she watched as Daisy pulled her black hoodie off her body and passed it to you. It felt like a blade had stabbed through her heart, as she saw you throw it on. It struck her hard and out of nowhere, like the bust that hit Regina George, but she had no idea why the sight of you putting on Daisy’s sweatshirt made her want to puke. 

“You okay, Wanda?” Bucky asked, catching her staring wide at you and Daisy. 

Your eyes flew to Wanda's, staring at her curiously, “Oh yeah I’m fine!” 

“Can we please do something that does not involve Thor ranting about a story for the millionth time?” Valkyrie asks. 

“What did you have in mind?” Sam asked.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” There was a chorus of yes’s and sure’s running around the boat, “Alright perfect! Bucky, truth or dare?” 

“Dare,” he said with a smug smile on his face.

Valkyrie’s eyes glistened with mischief, “I dare you to kiss Steve,” 

“Ha, jokes on you, we do this every day.” Bucky quipped, as he took Steve’s face in his hands and gave him a big peck on the lips. 

The game went on just like that. A bunch of crazy dares and spilled  truths. Until it was Wanda’s turn again. Loki had a smug smirk on his face as she answered with dare, “Wanda, I dare you to kiss Y/N.”

You feel your whole body stiffen and from right next to you, you could feel Daisy’s body stiffen slightly. Wanda’s piercing green eyes were staring daggers into Loki. There were a few tense moments where neither of them were backing down, “C’mon Wanda, it’s a game, it doesn’t have to mean anything more than what it is.”

“Fuck off, Loki,” she muttered, a rush of red rising past her neck and up her cheeks. 

You look down at your hands, your stomach lurching at the thought of her not wanting to kiss you, “Nice job guys, you embarrassed her.” Daisy pointed out, causing everyone’s eyes to snap to yours, “I’ll kiss her because Wanda won’t,”

Daisy leaned forward, taking my face into her soft hands, and moved her face closer to hers, “Is this okay?” she whispered, her lips inches away from yours. You didn’t know what to say, you wanted to kiss Wanda, but she flat out rejected you, so you nod because it’ll be a good distraction to take your mind off of her. Her lips were soft and warm and tasted of vanilla. Then it was over. She pulled back her lips still inches away from your face, “You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted to do that.” 

“You snooze, you lose Wanda,” Loki shrugged, when Daisy finally pulled away far enough. Wanda watched you silently, her face still red, and you looked away, turning your head to the next person’s truth or dare. 

That was your first kiss, but your mind was still haunted by the fact that it wasn’t from Wanda, and she didn’t even want to kiss you, not even with a dare. 

Bucky’s gaze flew back and forth on the two of you, like a spectator at a tennis match. The fireworks started, booms echoing around the lake, and he watched as Wanda shot daggers into Daisy’s arm that was now wrapped around your shoulder to ‘keep you warm’. Bucky fell onto the bench next to Wanda, “Little Wanda has a crush,” he teased, only to get an elbow to the stomach to which he let out a small groan, “Yep, okay, I deserved that. But Wanda, if you want to be with her, you need to act fast, or someone else will.”

The first few days of winter break flew by in a flash. The kiss that didn’t happen wasn’t long forgotten from your mind, but neither of you brought it up, and you fell silent back into your easy routine. 

The truth was, you went on a couple dates with Daisy. A couple dinner dates to the local diner, but that was it. You mentioned it to Wanda once, but she never seemed keen about talking about it. 

You and Wanda sat in your basement, your dad’s vinyls playing softly around the room. You were fiddling with the strings of your guitar on the floor,  as Wanda just laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, “How are your dates with Daisy going?”

You froze, clearing your throat and finally coming to your senses, you started fiddling with the strings once more, “They’re okay, there’s not much to really say.” 

“Do you like her?” she asked. 

You shrugged, even though she was still staring up at the ceiling, “She’s okay. We’ve only been on two dates, so I wouldn’t say we’re itching to get hitched.” 

“You didn’t tell me about the second one.” 

“I didn’t think you would care and besides I like someone else more, so-” you trailed off. She never told you about her crushes, so why did it matter if you told her yours? 

Wanda tapped your shoulder with her foot, “I do care.”

There were a few soft knocks on your bedroom window, awaking you from your peaceful slumber. Snow piled onto the ground and fluffy piles, as Wanda stood outside bundled up in clothing, and a small wrapped gift in her hands. She gestured towards the front door and you quickly ran to the front door, your bare feet pattering softly against the cold wood floor, careful not to wake up your parents. 

“Merry Christmas Y/N!” she replied with a bright smile on her face. She places the present down on the small little coffee table outside, before wrapping her arms snuggly around you, just like she always would. You closed your eyes briefly, taking in her scent of vanilla, cinnamon,m and a slight smell of fresh Christmas trees.

You step out of the way, quickly letting her inside, when you notice how cold she actually was. The two of you settle onto the couch and she hands you two presents wrapped in this white wrapping paper with Christmas trees, and it was tied with a red ribbon. You opened the first one carefully, inside was a small wooden frame holding a photo of you two. The two of you were sitting on the ski lift, your snowboards attached to your feet, both squinting at the sun that was somehow brighter with the white snow, there was a shy smile on Wanda’s face and a toothy grin on yours. 

“I love this photo,” you whisper.

“I’m glad you think so,” she replied, before handing you the other present. It was slightly larger than the other one, but you don’t think anything can compare to the first one she gave you. You unwrapped the gift to find a record in it. Taylor Swift’s big flowy purple dress flashed in front of your eyes, “I know your dad’s collection of vinyls are lacking some Taylor Swift, so I found this at a thrift store a little closer to the city, and practically begged Dad to get it,” she shrugged.

“Wanda, I love it. Thank you,” you said, hugging the two presents close to your chest, “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” 

You race upstairs to find your brown paper wrapped gift for Wanda, sitting on your desk. A dark green bow placed on top of the thick gift. You bit your lip as you watched her remove the bow, placing it on top of your head, causing the both of you to giggle. She tore off the paper and revealed the piles of HGTV magazines. 

She looked up at you with those green eyes and a soft smile sprayed across her face, “Definitely the best gift I got this year. I don’t have to open any of my other gifts because I know this one is the best.” 

You let out a sigh of relief, “Swear?” She took your extended pinky and intertwined it between the two of you. 

“Swear. You know, sometimes I think no one gets me the way you do,” she says, the pink on her cheeks deepening to maroon. Her eyes flicked down to your mouth and you leaned a tiny bit closer, “Do you ever get that feeling?”  

Your mouth felt dry and you subconsciously ran your tongue over your top lip. Her gaze followed its path, and you could see her swallow thickly, “Yeah,” you whisper, intertwining your already linked hands together, hoping that she would just get the message and kiss you already.

But she didn’t. It was as if someone snapped and her hypnosis wore off, “I don’t want to mess that up. Ever.” she whispered. 

The phone started ringing, “Do you mind getting that? I have to pee.” you tell her and she just nods, the both of you putting distance back between yourselves. When you came back from the bathroom, Wanda held the phone towards you, an unreadable look on her face, “Hello?” 

“Merry Christmas Y/N!” Daisy’s voice rings through your ear and your eyes flash towards Wanda’s. She busied herself with the kitchen, finding ingredients to make for you and your family for breakfast, “I just wanted to say hi and tomorrow night, a few of my friends are coming over as this late Christmas thing. I was wondering if you wanted to stop by and hang out with us?” 

Your eyes found Wanda’s who wasn’t making eye contact with you anymore, “Sure yeah,” 

“Great! I’ll see you tomorrow then. Have a great day!” 

“Thanks, you too. Merry Christmas.” 

Wanda found your guys’ mixing bowl and started whisking together some pancakes, which you gladly took over, so she could focus on the eggs and bacon, “Was that star volleyball player Daisy Johnson?” she teased, a smirk on her face, and you gave her a look. 

“Haha, very funny,” you tell her.

“You don’t seem very thrilled that she called or invited you out tomorrow.” She lifted her eyebrows in surprise.

“Well, like I told you before, I like some else more,” you continued whisking away at the pancake mix. 

“The same person?” she asked quietly and you just nodded in response, “Do they know?” 

You looked up at Wanda who was looking at you expectantly, and for a split second, you thought you saw a glimmer of hope flash in her eyes before her look became unreadable again, “I’m not sure,”

Before Wanda could respond, heavy footsteps came down the stairs and towards the kitchen, “Your mom owes me ten bucks,” your dad comments. 

“Why?” 

“I bet that Wanda would already be here. She thought I was wrong because it was Christmas morning, and I said ‘No one can separate those two, not even a family holiday,” He commented, placing a kiss on the top of your head, “Merry Christmas Y/N.” 

He weaved his way through the kitchen towards Wanda, pressing a kiss on top of her head as well. A sight that made your heart flutter by how much your parents take a liking to her, “And Merry Christmas Wanda.” 

Wanda’s face brightens with a wide smile, “Merry Christmas Mr. Y/L/N.” 

The next night you arrive at Daisy’s house and find her and her friends sitting in her basement. It was odd to say the least, you don’t usually hang out with other people besides your friend group. The rest of the seats were taken when you arrived, so you sat perched on the armrest of Daisy’s chair, but she pulled you onto her lap, wrapping an arm around your waist. Her thumb circled softly on her hips. 

Loki passed each of us a glass of whiskey and ice. It smelt strong, and you’ve never really drank before, only having a glass of wine with dinner when your mom and dad allow you too, “It’s okay, you don’t have to drank any, if you don’t want to,” Daisy reassured you, and you smiled gratefully at her. Her thumb continued to circle on your hips while the group just talked about random things. It was pretty tame considering it was a group of unsupervised teenagers and a bottle full of whisky. 

It was getting closer towards midnight, and you started to bid everyone their goodbyes, as you were cutting it close to curfew, “Wait, before you leave, there’s something I want to give you,” Daisy said, leading you towards her bedroom. She closed the door behind you and grabbed a small wrapped gift that sat on her desk, “It’s a late Christmas gift,” 

You unwrapped the lid to find a small velvet box inside. You lifted off the lid and inside was a silver necklace with her volleyball number clamped on it, “I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend,” she smiled, “And I thought what better way to make it official, than this,” 

“Wow…Daisy, I uh, I don’t want to say,” you stammered. 

“You can think about it, but I want you to know that I really do like you.” She put her hand on your hips and gently pulled you towards her, bringing her lips down onto yours. They were soft as she moved them gently over her mouth. She pulled back just enough to look softly into your eyes, “I really really like you.” She whispered, kissing you once more, and you closed your eyes with the images of Wanda flashing through your mind. 

It's New Year’s Eve Eve and you still haven’t given Daisy an answer and you avoided talking to Wanda about it. Your parents left for the holiday, your mother having this big professor’s gala back in New York City, so you decided to stay back, your parents only approving when Oleg reassured that he’d be over to check by every so often. 

You heated up some leftover food that Oleg dropped off for you and threw on a horror film. Wanda was out helping her dad close up the Christmas tree lot, while Pietro and the rest of the boys were stuck up in Sam’s cabin due to the too icy roads to get back down the mountain. It was a terrible decision to watch a horror film alone, you could barely watch Coraline without getting frightened. Even reruns of Friends couldn’t shake the fear in your bones. A knock at your door startled you as you slowly crept towards it, you saw Wanda standing out there, “Oh thank God you’re here!” you exclaimed when you opened the door, “Can you stay with me tonight? I watched a scary movie by myself which was a terrible idea,” 

“Woah, slow down, I was already planning on staying with you. There’s no need to fear,” she reassured you. 

The two of you started getting ready for bed. Wanda folded back your gray plaid comforter and climbed in. You and Wanda had plenty of sleepovers before, but somehow this felt different. You didn’t know if you should face toward her, away from her, lie face up staring at the ceiling you weren’t sure. But you just opted for the safe choice of lying flat on your back. There were soft moments of silence before she broke it.

“Y/N?” she asked, and you rolled onto your side. You could barely make out the shape of her body, “Do you have a thing with Daisy?” 

“Um, I don’t know. We’ve kissed a few times and she asked me to be her girlfriend, but there’s no label on it,” 

“Do you want there to be?” she asked.

You paused for a second, “No,” 

“Why not?” she pushed and you could feel her green eyes bore into you, but you didn’t reply, you just stayed silent, staring into the pitch black darkness, “Why aren’t you making it official with her?” 

“Because I’d rather be with someone else,” you blurted, immediately wanting the world to swallow you whole. 

“Who?” She asked as adrenaline filled your veins like some type of drug. She placed her hand along your waist, squeezing it softly, and you wondered if she could hear how fast your heart was racing, “Who, Y/N?” 

You let out a soft huff, “Don’t make me tell you,” you said softly, and you could feel Wanda turn to face you. Her nose pressed against yours.

“Please tell me,” she pleaded.

You swallowed thickly, “I think you know,” 

She stayed silent, but you could feel her inch closer, like a moth drawn to a flame. Her mouth was now inches away from yours, as her thumb rubbed small circles along your hip. Daisy did this, but this time it felt right, “I just want to be sure, that this, us, what we’re feeling is real. I want to be sure that I didn’t make this up.” 

You closed your eyes, letting the words fall softly from your mouth, “I’d rather be with you,” 

As soon as the phrase left your mouth, her lips were instantly on yours. It felt like honey and tasted like cinnamon. Just as quickly as her lips were on yours, she pulled back and pressed her forehead against yours, “You don’t know how badly I wanted to hear you say that,” 

“Why didn’t you kiss me that night of truth or dare?” you whispered.

She let out a soft sigh, “Because I was just realizing my feelings for you and I wanted to do this right. I didn’t want our first kiss to become of some dare. I want to do this right.” She closed the gap between us, kissing you deeply, which caused you to whimper, “Thank God this is real,”

[stargazedwinchester]

Telephone | Sam Winchester #02

It had only been 13 days since the pair of you had spoken. The conversations grew drier by the day, and it left you somewhat disappointed, but not surprised. You had always checked your phone the moment you woke up, to before you went to sleep the same night, hoping that the spark you both had would suddenly arise and everything would be okay again. You always told yourself that he was just busy and that he would get back to you, that he’s dealing with something personal with this ‘Dean’ guy and that it’ll be okay. That’s what you told yourself.

It was 4:25am on a Thursday morning, rain pattered on your window, and the moonlight glared slightly through your curtains. Your phone buzzed harshly on your bedside table, it’s blue light illuminating the room. You awake suddenly, your heart racing from the noise. Your eyes stung as you tried to remain awake, you rotated your phone towards you. “Sam?” You whisper, utter confusion and excitement overtook your whole body, what the Hell is he doing calling at this time?

You answered the phone, greeted by loud music, screaming and laughing. “Sam?” You call, unsure whether he could hear you. “Y/N? You there?” Sam answered, and you sigh. “Why are you calling me this late?” You asked, and rubbed your forehead, leaning back onto your pillow. “Uh, I don’t know.” He slurs. “Are you drunk?” You proceeded, and the other line remained quiet. “I don’t know,” He giggled, and you kept a straight face. “This better be worth it, Sam.” You said, clearly frustrated with him. “It is, I guess.” You heard a door creek open and the noise began to fade, Sam coughed lightly to break the silence, and you smiled slightly. “I’m sorry.” He continued after a while, sighing heavily down the phone. “What for?” You asked, totally knowing what for, but still wanting to hear it from him, rather than your own brain. “You know what for,” He said, and paused for a slight second. “I’m a dick.”

“Well, yeah.” You half joked, and you heard a laugh from the other side. “I should’ve contacted you, but it’s been so hectic at home,” Sam mentioned, an awkward silence hung between the two of you, and Sam sighed heavily.

“God, I’m so drunk.” He laughed to himself as you hear him perch himself onto a bench. “Like I said, this better be worth it.” You threatened him, leaning back onto your bed, hugging the duvets as you rest your head back onto your pillow. “It is, Y/N. I promise it is…” Sam struggled to get his words out, chuckling and mumbling quietly as the crickets chirped loud enough for you to hear through the phone. You waited patiently for him to gather his words, impatience running through your veins each second that passed. You pursed your lips as you stared at the dark oak beams on your bedroom ceiling, then out of the window that was only cracked half open, the curtains flowing elegantly against the wind. The late-night sky flushed the sky with a Prussian blue, faded with coral. The moon faintly shone through the silhouettes of the trees, swaying gently.

“I want to say something now before I never get to say it.” Sam says, caution haunted his voice. “What is it?” you ask, diverting your eyes from the window.

“The only person I’ve ever opened up with is my brother, Dean. I have genuinely only spent my life with him growing up, our mom died in a house fire when I was 6 months old, and my dad was mostly absent. He’d go away for weeks with little to no warning. It’s just him and I.” He paused, before continuing. “My dad passed a few days ago. He had a horrible disease and he tried to get better but… it didn’t work. The doctors couldn’t do much for him.” He sighs gently. You were a little surprised with what he just told you, “Oh, Sam, I’m so sorry.”

“Nah, don’t be. He was a dick.”

“But he was your dad. Dick or not. That’s a traumatic thing to go through and I’m really sorry you had to witness it at such a young age.”

Your words seem to make Sam realise that his childhood wasn’t something of the norm, in fact, it was something so different to your own. He huffs, not exactly knowing what to say next. “Sorry Sam, listen, its really late and I’m sure you’re missing a lot at your party, but I’m so tired…” You hint at him that you really need to get some sleep, he coughs and you can hear him shuffle through the phone. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to wake you so abruptly. It won’t happen again. Have a good night.” He chuckles, waiting for a response. “Goodnight, Sam.” You say, ending the phone call.

What the hell could Sam have wanted at 4:25 in the morning? Did he need something? Did he need help? For all you knew, it could’ve been him not thinking straight. You try to not think too much into it as you will not allow yourself to get close with anyone because of your past and your present. Trying to juggle a relationship and also trying to keep your hunting life private has always been at the bottom of your priority list. Things like this get too much for you, so you’d rather stay out of it.

-

The next morning, you wake up and check your phone, reading 3 unread texts from Sam Winchester:

Sam W: 4 hrs ago

Hey Y/N. Sorry to wake you. Don’t have many

people to talk to. I felt vulnerable. I’m sorry

Sam W: 4 hrs ago

I was wondering if ur busy on Monday? Would like to see u again

Sam W: 3hr 57m ago

Srry for spam. If ur busy I get it. Call me

At the sight of the texts, your heart flutters. He wants to see me? You feel yourself getting a little too excited about this, being that you had only met the guy once before. Sure enough you kept in contact for a while, but was it really worth getting your hopes up like this? Who knows. He could just ditch you again.

Y/N: 1m ago

Yeah ok, I will meet you. Where? What time?

I quickly shoot him a text and get out of bed, stepping outside of my bedroom and right downstairs to get breakfast. I’m quickly met with my dad who’s stood at the stove currently making breakfast.

“Hey honey,” He greets me, a warm smile on his face. He was separating the already scrambled eggs onto two plates. He then reaches over for the bacon from the other pan. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m starved, thank you.” I sit at the kitchen bar waiting for him to finish plating up. “Where’s mom?” I ask, standing back up and getting cutlery ready. “She’s gone for information on a new hunt in another state with her friends.”

“Without saying goodbye? How long has she gone for?”

“She kind of just took off this morning, sweetheart. I don’t even remember if she said goodbye to me either,” He chuckled softly, passing you a plate made up of scrambled egg, bacon, pork sausages and toast. “Thanks dad.” I slowly sit back down, before he starts to talk again. “We were supposed to do the hunt together, me and your mom… we had it all planned out but she’s just left. You remember us telling you about the case in Connecticut?” He forks a mouthful of food into his mouth, as if all of this wasn’t even a problem to begin with. The sun was shining right into his mocha coloured eyes, the peppered grey in his hair almost white. “Yeah, I do. Is that where she is?”

“Maybe. The cabin we wanted to go check out was in Windsor.” You nod, showing you’re listening to him. Your phone buzzed on the table, the blue light now not so prominent as last night flashes a name, Sam W.

Sam W: 1m ago

Sry, have to cancel Monday. GTG 2 Alaska. On our way there now. Be there for a while.

[asexualastarion]

1, 6, 8, 12, and 17 my hater in arms 💕

The character everyone gets wrong

OKAY this is niche and OUTTA LEFT FIELD but my favorite book of ALL TIME is we have always lived in the castle by shirley jackson and the HATE i see for its protagonist is ALL WRONG. It's in the same vein as like Chara undertale hate (another of my fave characters of all time) where peoples see a CHILD that clearly has a lot going on and are like. this person is irredeemably evil. no they're traumatized

6. Which ship fans are the most annoying?

bloodweave sorry bloodweave like. for why. why is it so popular why is it everywhere. like yeah every origin ship is valid and can be canon but like they both have much more interesting dynamics with other charactes. where is the gale/lae'zel art. hwere is the aslach (ass lack) or the aswylllach (ass will lack) art. why is bloodweave the most popular origin ship

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

okay this doesn't exactly fit bc i dont think it's super popular per se but it's on my mind today. i hate seeing fanart of kakashi and gojo together. people always twinkify them and alwasy draw them like they're about to fuck. 1) kakashi is not hot (dont get me wrong i want to fuck him but not cause he's like. physically attractive.) 2) they are not the same person 3) gojo will never be kakashi gojo wishes he was kakashi 4) kakashi would kill that man

OH OH ALSO THAT REMINDS ME I'LL THROW THIS IN HERE TOO. i don't like kakashi/iruka i think it's unfounded. they hardly ever talk. yeah they both love naruto but like can just be his mentor figures separately they don't have to be married. kakashi is married to guy like they are MARRIED. i feel like kakashi/guy would be way more popular if guy was a prettyboy twink (like iruka)

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

i wanna say wyll but like that shit actually makes me fucking angry and not in a silly haha way so i am going to instead say sera dragonage. now. i know there are a lot of sera dragonage haters out there and there are some things about her that i do not like. however i overall love her and i think she is a tragic case of bad writing and wasted potential. why did they have a straight white guy write a lesbian whose character arc revolves around internalized racism. why does the game literally talk shit about her during her romance arc. literally one of her romance quests is "you love sera and wanna get her something to show her how much you care. go ask your friends for gift advice" and EVERY SINGLE COMPANION OR ADVISOR IS JUST LIKE. I HATE SERA SHES SO ANNOYING WHY ARE YOU DATING HER. UGH. ALSO. the game makes you be so mean to her!! so many times the only dialogue options with her are like "stop talking weird i dont understand you'". also the fact that YOU CAN LITERALLY KICK HER OUT AT ANY TIME??? LIKE NO MATTER WHAT THERE IS ALWAYS A DIALOGUE BUTTON TO KICK HER OUT?? here are reasons why you should like sera:

she is fun trickster! solas fucking wishes he was her.

her subclass is just super fun!! throw jars of bees and fire and shit at your enemies!

she is so genuine and cares so much about what she believes in. i wish that was explored more but as i have said the game literally hates her so.

she loves you so much!!!! she marries you!!!!!!!!!

i actualy really like her voice and the way she talks. shes just fun!

she's autistic <3

17. there should be more types of this fic/art

more people should be drawing gale and halsin and karlach fat, for one. also everyone else in the party but like especially those three. larian the fact that you have zero fat people in your game sucks supremely and you should feel bad about it.

actually draw more characters as fat anyway.

[silver-ink-iron-words]

Aloha, mon amigo!

I have returned from the depths!

Not really, the depths are difficult and slippery to get out of, but I'm trying!

Anyway, I humbly request a continuation of "Dating" — it's positively adorable!

I give you this emoji as payment if you accept my request: 💝

Please and thank you! 💖💖💖

Hi friend, hope things are starting to go better. Glad you found another wholesome series you like :)

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Part 1, Part 2

Dating, Part 3

Avery closed their fists and tried to swallow their racing pulse, as they strolled down the forest trail. They were going to finally do it.

They were going to ask Shiloh out on a date.

They opened their mouth. They took in a breath. They –

“Hey, would it be okay if I kissed you?” Shiloh asked.

Avery tripped, and went sprawling into the gravel and mud.

“Avery!” Shiloh cried. They grabbed their friend’s shoulders to help them back up. “Oh jeez, I’m sorry. Fuck. I shouldn’t ask weird things like that without warning.”

“It’s” – Avery tried to remember how to breathe – “It’s quite alright.”

“God, I feel so dumb right now.” Shiloh brushed little rocks off their jacket. “Just forget I said anything.”

“Hold on,” Avery said. “I, um – where is this coming from?”

“It’s stupid.” Shiloh pulled their hands back, and looked to the side. “It’s just . . . I’ve never really dated before. You know, being aro and all. And I thought, well. If I’m going to start now, it’d be nice to have a little experience.”

“Oh.”

“It’s okay though. I realize it’s a really weird thing to ask of a friend.”

“I think it’s a good idea.”

Shiloh paused, and slowly met Avery’s eyes. “Yeah?”

“Your, uh, your logic tracks. And since you’re already comfortable with me, might as well . . .”

Shiloh raised their brows, and smiled. “You’d really do that?”

God that smile was cute. “Sure.”

The two of them stood there for a moment, and laughed awkwardly when they realized in unison that someone was going to have to make the first move.

With a small (nervous?) breath, Shiloh stepped forward. Angled Avery’s chin.

They bent down, and lit Avery’s blood on fire.

When they pulled away, Avery wanted to snatch their face back and never let go. “That was . . .”

“Yeah.” Shiloh beamed. “Really interesting.”

Avery blinked. “Just interesting?”

“Ah, don’t get me wrong, you’re great at it.” Shiloh stretched their arms, looking relaxed. “It was actually pretty close to what I’d imagined. Something . . . pleasant. And comforting. Don’t you think?”

Pleasant?

Could Shiloh seriously not feel the molten lava that was currently coursing through Avery’s veins?

But no. Of course not. All the little crush symptoms that Avery had harbored for months – the butterflies, the endless daydreaming, the nervous exhilaration at just thinking about them. Shiloh might never share in those things.

Avery knew what it meant that Shiloh was aro, in the abstract. But in practice?

Am I really, truly okay with dating someone who doesn’t love me the same way I love them?

“Do you want to do it again?” Shiloh asked.

They flashed that adorable grin, and it was paired with that intoxicating look of adventure in their eyes.

Avery closed their fists once again. “Yes.”

Because if the someone in question was Shiloh, then Avery’s answer would always be yes.

Part 4

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[thethistlegirlwrites]

Part 4 of 5 today...

Sierra’s phone buzzes, jumping lightly against the concrete floor. She reaches for it and swipes a blood-crusted finger across the screen. “Yeah, Pete?”

Shay doesn’t like the sound of her voice.

“We’re here, but medical is having some trouble figuring out how to get to you. The windows on the first and second floor are all secured with bars, and there’s a car halfway inside the first floor entrance.”

“Oh. Yeah. I might have…uh…driven my car through a door.”

Shay shakes his head. “Might have, huh?”

“I’ve never been one for subtle entrances. And at least then I knew where her attention was going to be.” 

“Fire escape?” Shay asks.

“Bottom part’s missing, this place has been abandoned for a long time,” Pete says. “We’ll try and get the bars off the windows, but it’s going to take some time.”

Time she doesn’t have. Shay’s been forcing his instincts back for the better part of half an hour, forcing back the hunger surging at the sight of blood, but he can feel how much Sierra’s lost and how fast she’s still losing it. By the time they get through the defenses on this place…

He looks from the phone to her, and sees the same awareness in her eyes.

“They can’t get to us. Not in time. So we’re gonna have to get you to them.” 

She nods. 

He turns back to the phone. “We’re coming to you. Meet us at the bottom of the fire escape.” 

Sierra hangs up the call, then looks up at him. “Give me my wrist cuff.”

“Huh?”

“Something to bite down on. Or I’m going to scream.” He nods, helping unfasten the buckled strap of leather that protects the veins in her lower arms during a hunt, and sets it between her jaws. He doesn’t like what it means that her own fingers were too uncoordinated to work the buckles.

“Ready?”

She nods, and he can practically hear her. As I’ll ever be.

He slides his arms under her, and she chokes back a shout of what’s probably a mixture of shock and pain as he lifts her, practically effortlessly. 

Vampires can’t actually fly. But they can scale sheer walls. 

He shoves the fire escape window open and maneuvers both of them out onto the landing. They’re on the third floor, and he can see that about half a floor down there’s just…nothing. Apparently, the metal on the fire escape was easier to make off with than the window bars.

“Okay, I’m going to try not to make this worse but I’m gonna need my hands,” he says, quietly. “Put your arms around my neck.” 

She does, and he latches claws into the crumbling brick and begins climbing down.

He can hear Sierra hissing and gasping softly practically in his ear, and at one point muttering, “this sucks” around the leather in her mouth, but he can’t stop.

“Not much farther now, okay?” He says. He can see the medical team with their gurney, and a very distressed-looking Pete, below them. 

She nods, her hair brushing against his chin with the movement.

True to his word, he’s laying her back on the gurney a minute later, and the medical team swarms her, pulling her away from him. He wants to follow, but he knows he’ll only be in the way.

A hand comes up close to his arm, and he startles slightly. Pete.

“They’re gonna take good care of her. They’re doing their best.” It sounds like he’s reassuring himself as much as he is Shay.

Shay just nods, watching the ambulance pull away screaming, and noticing the rear half of a silver car visible in what used to be a doorway. Damn, she wasn’t kidding.

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[mmvalentine]

Lover Like Me pt 8 | Feysand

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 ** Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

I remember the next twenty-four hours in sleep- deprived snapshots.

Rhys is taken away in a police car, while Tamlin watches with grim satisfaction and Rhys’s friends stare daggers at him.

A couple of officers hang around to take statements, and while Mor and Cassian and Azriel argue loudly on Rhys’s behalf, I am the only one who was witness to his actions being self-defence. Or… me- defence. Oh gods it’s my fault.

“Now now, we’re not saying it’s anyone’s fault, ma’am. Would you be willing to come down to the station to make a statement?”

I nod, and follow the officer. Cassian and Mor are talking at the same time, trying to hold my hands and arguing that I shouldn’t have to go. Azriel is on the phone with what sounds to be someone who can give legal advice. I remember belatedly that Rhys threw Tamlin’s pistol into the dumpster and that that might be evidence, and tell the police.

After that I’m not sure what happens, the next snapshot is sitting in a room with fluorescent lighting and stained walls and feeling like a robot as I repeat what happened.

Yes, we were in a relationship. No, we weren’t married. We were engaged, what does that have to do with- yes, I had a few drinks. No, I didn’t call him. I don’t know where he got the gun.

I’m exhausted and the metal of the chair is cold on the back of my thighs, and I curse Mor for making me take off my jeans.

Time trips forward, I don’t know how long I’m there but Mor and Cassian are outside when they finally let me go. Mor puts an arm around my and is rubbing my shoulder as we walk to Cassian’s truck and I uncurse her because the hug is nice. Cassian’s dashboard tells me it’s 4am, and I groan.

We drive back to Velaris in near silence. I hadn’t wanted to leave Rhys, but at the station they said they weren’t going to process him until tomorrow. Azriel volunteered to stay, and sent the rest of us home. I sit in the back of Cassian’s car, leaning my head against the window but not sleeping. I can see him and Mor exchaning worried glances as we pull away from the town, but no one says anything.

We get back to the city when dawn is just leaking through the gloom and the other two go to bed. Mor kisses my temple and tells me her door is unlocked if I want to crawl into bed with her. I remember walking through my front door but I don’t remember what I do, I can’t have slept because I never went to bed. I think I had a shower, my clothes are different although I don’t recall changing, and there’s a mug of tea in my hands that has gone cold. Or maybe I didn’t boil the kettle, I couldn’t say. The snapshots have less and less in them.

At 9am Azriel texts us all to say that he still can’t talk to Rhys, and at that point I try to go to bed but I just lie there and stare at the ceiling and feel a cold spot on my stomach the shape of the end of a pistol barrel.

At lunch time, we sit around Mor’s table and eat cereal out of a box.

For dinner, Cassian orders pizza. I pick up a slice, but it has olives on it and Rhys isn’t here to eat them for me. I put the slice back down.

At half past ten in the evening, I get a call from Azriel, and when I pick up it’s Rhys’s voice.

“Hey it’s me,” he says, and relief floods my veins.

“Hey,” I say. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m alright. My phone’s dead, Azriel’s signing some paperwork.”

“Are you all done, can we come get you now?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, we’re leaving now.”

Mor and Cassian pick up on the conversation and get up immediately, and even though I don’t think any of us have slept much, we drive the hour back to Adriata. Azriel texts us the address of a McDonalds they’re eating in, and when we find them I barge through the restaurant and grab Rhys so hard that he makes a little ‘oof’ sound but I don’t care.

“Thank you,” I whisper. Now that I’m hugging him and he’s not in jail, all the emotions are shoving themselves up my throat and out my eyeballs. “You saved me. Thank you.”

Rhys hugs me back, and just says, “Any time.”

I move back and let the others hug him too, and we all slide into the booth with him and Azriel.

“Okay so, what actually happened?” Mor asks. “It’s all been so stressful I haven’t asked anyone.”

“Yeah,” Cassian adds. “One moment we’re in the club, then I get a call from Feyre saying there’s a fight happening. I rush out and next thing I know the police are there and Rhys is being arrested.”

Rhys looks at me, but I’m suddenly so exhausted, and now that the adrenalin is draining away I’m starting to get the shakes. I just shake my head. I lean my cheek against his shoulder and could honestly fall asleep right here. Let my eyes close, even.

“Well,” Rhys says, and he sounds as exhausted as I feel. I quickly feel guilty for thinking of myself; I’m not the one who spent the night in jail. “Quick recap. We were all having good time, and then Feyre’s ex-fiancé showed up and threatened to shoot her. So we got into it, and I guess he alerted the police somehow, because he knows he has that pesky restraining order.”

My eyes snap open at the ‘ex-fiancé’ comment. I hadn’t told him, but the police had asked me. I guess they let that slip.

“Wait Tamlin did what?” Mor asks.

“Pulled a gun, stuck it in her stomach. That’s all I saw when I opened the door to the alley.”

“Fuck, Feyre I didn’t know that,” Cass says. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine,” I say. “Only because you guys all came out though.”

"I'm guessing he knew running into me was a risk when he came after Feyre, and had one of his watch dogs make the emergency call." I doubt the police would have told Rhys who called them, but this does sound like something Tamlin would plan ahead and his guess makes sense to me.

“And sorry, what restraining order?” Mor says. “And how do I not know about this?” I actually want to know this, too.

“A couple of years ago, Tamlin got very drunk and got into a fight,” Azriel supplies. “We went to break it up, but by the time the police arrived, Tamlin had convinced everyone to blame it on us. And because he’s the rich white guy, it worked.”

“Rhys took the blame and got us out,” Cassian says bleakly. “And Tamlin filed a restraining order. Said Rhys attacked him out of the blue. Had bruises to show.”

“We didn’t tell you, Mor, because we thought you’d yell at us,” Azriel adds. She just rolls her eyes.

I sit up straighter. “So now what happens?”

“I have a court date,” Rhys says. He finishes his fries, and I’m noticing that he hasn’t looked at me since he said ‘ex-fiancé.’ Or maybe he’s just mad that I got him into this mess. “They said it should be fine, with Feyre’s statement, but I still have to put in the appearance.”

“That’s so unfair,” Mor says.

“Honestly I think it’s a pretty good outcome, all things considered,” Rhys said. “Can we go home now? I have never needed a shower so badly in my life.”

We all get out of the booth pretty quickly after that, although Cassian starts saying “that’s not true” and tells a story about Rhys falling into a pile of horse manure while on a high school field trip. I want it to cheer me up, but it doesn’t.

Mor takes the wheel on the way back and Cassian pulls his cap over his eyes and naps in the front seat. I’m in the back between Az and Rhys, and when Rhys buckles in he gives my hand a squeeze. I look at him, but he’s leaning his head back and closing his eyes, and I’m not sure if I feel reassured.

We get back to Velaris and shuffle out. I try to catch Rhys’s eye; I wonder if he wants to talk, or maybe if we can just sit together for a bit. He’s only been gone a day but… I haven’t slept and I just want us to be back on his couch with my legs on his lap.

But Rhys heads straight into his apartment, doesn’t say anything to me and closes the door before I can so much as look at him. I can hear the others murmur concerns about him, but no one goes after him and so I don’t feel like I should either. Maybe he needs space- Christ, I don’t know what he needs when he’s going through things. In the end, I just fold my arms tightly around myself and go home too.

I sleep fitfully though the night. I feel wrecked, but I keep dreaming of blonde hair and bullets and waking up with a phantom pain in my unwounded stomach. By the time the sun cracks through my window, I’m fully awake again. I pull on whatever clothes are on my chair- Rhys’s old armchair- and walk in the watery daylight with a hoodie pulled up. There’s a gas station not too far from here, I buy a few things and then come back. I’m sure I look horrendous, but I still knock softly on Rhys’s door to see if he’s awake, too. After a moment, he opens it.

“Hey,” Rhys says. If he’s surprised to see me here at 6am, he doesn’t say it. He’s in a black t-shirt and sweats, but he doesn’t look like he’s just woken up.

“Hey,” I say. I hold up the plastic bag from the gas station. “I brought cookies.”

To my immense relief, the corner of Rhys’s mouth lifts, and he stands back a little, holding the door for me. I step past him, and fold into the couch. But Rhys doesn’t sit with me, he crosses the room and sits on the floor instead. Leans against the wall, legs pulled in and head tipped back, forearms resting on knees.

“Are you alright?” I say softly. He looks at me, without lifting his head.

“Are you?”

I just look away. My instinct is to say yes, of course. Especially since he’s clearly not alright, and that seems more important.

But I’m trying not to do that.

“Come here,” Rhys whispers.

I get up off the couch and sit down opposite him. Rhys crosses his legs and leans forward, rubbing his face in his hands. He blows a breath out and looks at me, with bags under his eyes and hair all messed up at the front. But who am I to talk?

“I’m so sorry, Feyre.” He touches my chin, and when he puts his hands back in his lap I notice they’re shaking.

“What are you sorry for? You saved my life,” I tell him. It sounds weird when I say it, like he’s superman or something. Like people in real life shouldn't need saving.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m sorry he’s so shit.”

I shrug. “I’m sorry you had to spend the night in jail.”

Rhys’s turn to shrug. “I’ve done it before.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course you have.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Then Rhys says, “You never told me you were engaged to him.”

I look away. “Does it make a difference?”

“I guess not. I just… didn’t realise it was so serious.”

I don’t really know what to say to that. Yes, it was serious. It’s part of the reason it took me so long to leave, I really thought he was the one. I thought we were going to be together forever. I thought he’d never hurt me, not really, not on purpose…

It doesn’t matter now.

I drag the plastic bag down from the couch and pull out a packet of chocolate covered cookies. “Sugar hit?” I say. Changing the subject. Rhys barks out a laugh, but there’s not much in it. He takes the packet from me, tears it open with his teeth and shoves a cookie into his mouth. I take one too, and nibble it more slowly.

“So, seriously. Was it terrible, at the station?”

Rhys sighs. “It’s not that, I told you, I’ve been arrested before. You mostly just sit around and get shunted from room to room.”

“But you aren’t sleeping.”

“Neither are you.”

I just wait.

“Thanks for the cookies,” Rhys says eventually. “You should probably try to get some more rest. It’s so late. Early. Whatever.”

“I’d rather stay here with you,” I say quietly.

“Feyre…”

“You’re not telling me something,” I blurt. I was trying to respect his privacy, but I’m starting to get anxious about this weird new energy between us. Rhys winces and I feel worse.

“I’m not…” His teeth click shut. “I’m not good to be around right now, okay?”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

He laughs softly. “I like that, you know. Most people are.”

“Why?”

“Because they know better. Go home, Feyre.”

“But why?”

“Because if you don’t, you will be afraid of me, and that would break my heart.”

“That’s a shit reason.”

“Jesus Feyre…” He turns his head away for a moment, and I’ve never seen him so unsettled. “Okay,” Rhys says finally. “Stay. If you want. Just… talk to me. About something different, please.”

I just hand him another packet of cookies. Lemon iced, this time. He shakes his head, but starts eating them anyway.

“What did you get arrested for before?” I ask. He stops chewing for a second, then swallows.

“Something similar,” is all he says. “Ask me something else.” He picks up the box of cookies.

I try to think of something nice and neutral, distracting. But there’s only one other question in my mind.

“What did you mean?” I say. “When you said… a lover nothing like you.”

A cookie pauses, half way to Rhys’s mouth. He puts it down, and sets the box aside, wiping crumbs off on his pants. The tremor has not subsided.

“I just meant… that you deserve to be with someone really good. Not like Tamlin.”

“And… not like you.”

“No,” Rhys replies slowly. “I’m not… good like that.” It sounds like what he said earlier.

“What do you mean, not good?” I ask. “You’re one of the best people I know.”

“No offence, but from what I know about the people that have been in your life, I’d wager your scale is a little off.” He tries to smile at me. “I mean to say, you really can do much better. Than me.”

But that sounds like crazy talk to me. There is no one better, I want to tell him. But of course, it’s not just that there’s no one better. It’s that I don’t want anyone better. Anyone... else.

And that thought is so hard to look at directly. It's barely been any time- three months? If that? Who gets feelings for someone three months after breaking off an engagement?

But I'm too far in now, I have to ask it.

“Do you…” How do I phrase this without it being mortifying? “You don’t want me… like that?”

“I…” Rhys opens and closes his mouth, and I think, it's too quick. He needed more time. You both did.

“I don’t mean… It’s not that I don’t… Fuck. Feyre,” he grabs a hold of my hands, and I think then that he’s about to try to let me down easy. “I’ve thought about it, of course I have.”

My heart jumps at that. I’m still pretty sure he’s about to say something that’s going to hurt, but... he’s thought about us? I immediately feel like less of an idiot.

“Me too,” I say quietly. I want him to know, even if he’s rejecting me. His eyes light with pain, and that’s not a good sign.

“I’m not good for you,” he says. Quietly, desperately.

“But why, Rhys?” I move his hand from mine to my face, and he sucks air in through his teeth. Doesn’t pull away though, just strokes my cheek with his thumb. “You have to tell me,” I beg. “Whatever it is you’re not saying, you can’t just decide you’re not good for me and not tell me why.”

“Because I’m not who you think I am,” Rhys says. His eyes howl, and but I still don’t understand. “I’m so… I’m so angry. If the guys hadn’t turned up, I don’t know if I would have stopped. In the alley. Would have kept hitting him. Men like Tamlin…”

“Tamlin deserved it.”

“But he’s not the only one, Feyre.” He looks down, as if trying to compose himself. When he looks up, his voice is a little calmer. “I was raised in a certain… in a certain way. We solved problems, we expressed emotions with fists. It was all I knew, for a very long time.”

“Your dad…”

“Yes. My father was an asshole who beat up my mother and I fought back and fought back and fought back, until one day I got good enough, got big enough to knock him on his ass. He stood up, walked out the door, and got in his car. And my mother said, ‘If you’re still here when he gets back, he’ll kill you.’ And I said if ‘I’m not, he’ll kill you.’ So we threw together a bag each and left. Slept on couches and other people’s floors until we got this place. But I never stopped being angry. And so you see, I’m just the same as them.”

He gets quieter as he speaks, and at the end it’s just a whisper.

“Rhys,” I breathe. “You are not the same as them. They hurt innocent people. You… you…”

“You don’t know what I’ve done.” His hand slides from my cheek down to the side of my neck. His thumb moves in the hollow of my throat. “You don’t know what I want to do…”

“So tell me…” I cover his hand with mine, holding it closer to me.

“The fight doesn’t… doesn’t leave me. For ages. That’s what I mean when I say I’m not good to be around, I’m not… I’m not safe, there’s so much in me, and it's not even that I can't control it, it's that I like it, and that's the scary part. I like the hurt, I just want...” His fingers twitch against my skin, and he jerks his hand back.

But I’m holding it, I don’t let him let me go.

“Show me,” I breathe.

“Feyre…” The word is a growl. A warning.

“Please.” I push his hand harder against me. “Please I... I need it. Ever since that night I’ve just been floating. He didn’t shoot me, but I feel like a ghost. And then you were there, and you've already done so much, and I can't cope with it. I can't be nothing and just take and take from you. I want you to need something from me. I need you to need something from me.”

“This isn’t something you can give me.”

“I think I should get to decide that.”

“You don’t know what you’re agreeing to.”

“Then show me. I’ll tell you if I can’t take it, I’ll…”

“Feyre I can’t. I can't hurt you.”

“Please. Please Rhys I…” And then my words choke off because he grips me, suddenly, tightly around my throat. His eyes are so black and he’s staring at my mouth.

“This isn’t a good idea,” he murmurs, but he already looks so far away. His thumb moves as he squeezes, not so hard that I’ve stopped breathing, but hard enough that my pulse beats against his palm and he’s getting to know the shape of my bones. His hands are still shaking.

“I don’t mind,” I say. Tight words, having to make their way past his fingers. Rhys blinks, and draws his hand back.

“You should,” he says. But before he can get far I’m pulling him back, putting both his hands back to my neck.

“No please,” I beg. “I want it, I…” Rhys’s fingers close around me again, and his eyes are blazing. His thumbs meet under my chin.

“You need it?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“You like this?”

“Yes.” And it's so fucked up, but I do.

“You want me?”

How can I answer that? I want him so much it’s a black hole in my chest, and I’m blinking back tears.

“I want you,” I say. And he pulls me into him and kisses me, warm against my mouth and warm around my throat. When his lips start to leave mine I whimper a little, I can’t help it, and Rhys groans and kisses me again, open mouthed this time and gods I’ve never felt anything like this. Anything so everywhere. He drags me upward with him, onto our knees so that the front of our bodies press together. I put my hands on his wrists, and kiss him back. The pressure of his hands encircling my neck is grounding, somehow and I... I like it, it feels delicious and I feel more sensitive to everything. The touch of his tongue has me shuddering and I feel every seam of my clothing on my skin like they're teeth.

Rhys pulls back, breathing hard, and after a second he leans his forehead against mine. I fall forward just a little, still searching for his lips, but he’s loosened his grip. Is moving his hands from my neck down toward my shoulders, thumbs sweeping over my collar bones and then back up the line of my throat.

“Feyre this is bad…”

“Does it feel bad?” I slide my hands up his chest.

“No, that’s why it’s bad.” His fingers press against the base of my skull.

“I respectfully disagree.”

“Oh well as long as you’re being respectful.”

I lift my face back up towards him, and he gives in. Kisses me again, sucks against my lip and slides his nose bridge down mine. But it's gentle this time.

“Are you okay?” he asks. I nod, and notice that his hands are shaking less now. I give him another peck on the lips to prove it. Rhys sighs.

"You really should get some rest," he says.

I want to argue, but I'm so exhausted I'm dizzy. So I say "okay," but my face must betray me because there's a low chuckle at my ear.

“You want to stay?" he asks. "I have to sleep too, you know."

I nod again, this time with a smile, and let him take my hand and lead me back to his room. Some part of me realises I’ve never been in his bedroom before, even though he’s been in mine plenty of times. Some part me of me realises I’m climbing into his bed with him.

But I’m so tired.

The sheets are cool when we lie down, and Rhys pulls me into his body and tucks his face against the back of my beck. I can feel the brush of his lips on the top of my spine. The sun is fully up now.

This time, we both sleep.

*** Realised after I started this that most of you are Americans and you don't call them biscuits and had to ctrl + f replace...

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[incarnateirony]

oh i'm sorry, the drunk bitch is DIFFERENT from the threat bitch, threat bitch wasn't in the room, just was told about it by drunk bitch. yeah that makes this better for you guys. keep talking 2p0. apparently what he's trying to call bad on me is that I've given no sign of any sources affiliated with me leaking, because nobody had to, because they all bitched in public and are now playing baton pass on how many of them fucked up how. Oh, okay, so it's not the same bitch. You'll give us the full chain of bitches to take out. Cool. You told people to ask for your sources to be trusted, 2p0. i know they're all j2 tinhats, antis and wincels, but mind providing those?

him yelling that there's "proof" that "I don't have eyes in the room" is uber funny. Yes, Creation. Nobody IN the M&G told me anything, pinky promise, but a whole buncha folks got an earful from Gayle's crowd before she tried to mainline nonsense to 2p0. the aftermath of it is in reports in your inbox, since it went right from NDA breaking to threats of violence from an individual backed by a group.

sure. prove to your tumblr following that nobody in the room told me anything. absolutely. nobody i know violated an nda. it's yall then.

prove i have nothing inside the room like you been doubling down on by all means. we all know you love your position of weekend M&G leaker, and all know it's gayle, all Creation has to do is scroll your blog. Don't bother deleting dude, we already screenshot it. like. months of it. like a lot. like you can never delete fast enough to catch up.

when creation asks jensen and misha about what was said and they follow this thread back and see the info floating with a recognizable drunkard and other connected faces involved, should karma strike you all down because you keep doubling down, then so be it. start at xmiamigal for threats and gayled it for ongoing NDA violations followable by 2p0's blog as a papertrail every con she's at. Find the intersection of where drunk bitch is. There's your trio, and whoever else is in their shitty little group chat and their self declared mafia.

Dear JensMish&Creation. It was leaked from your M&G that you mentioned your 4-5 realization about WoM, your subconscious, your reaction to the confession approach, the not radio co vol 3, and more. 2p0, the proud fandom M&G leaker with a source there every convention known to be Gayle or an affiliate of Gayle, pronounces loudly that I have no association with anyone in the room and they can prove that much. However, a confirmation of these things being said in the M&G to JenMish would of course affirm to creation there is a leak, in which case, the investigation of current threats is also related and while that is looked into, please review the blog of teamfreewill2pointo for the last couple years and figure out the consistency in his M&G vein compared to recorded attendance.

Hope that helps!!! :)

[silvcrignis]

10 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 .

(Me, a multimuse with two MAIN bitches: Time to CHEAT. Though Claude doesn't wish to be perceived rn SO his minion is batting clean up because that's wtf Vic gets paid for.)

Muse: Victor Granite

1.) One Hell of A Ride -Bo Burnham

"We've had a hell of a ride But you thought we were riding to Heaven Well, I motherfucking lied So crank that funky shit to 11!"

2.) Faith -The Weeknd

"But if I OD, I want you to OD right beside me I want you to follow right behind me I want you to hold me while I'm smiling While I'm dying And if you know me When I go missing, you know where to find me"

3,) 5150 -Berleezy, Neezy & DJ Swish

"And I be in the parties, only if it's popping Top model coppin', pop bottles often That's no question. I'm turnt up Babysitting ass nigga, drink yo cup We party till the AM Hit the AMPM"

"I'm turnt up It's going crazy Niggas hating It don't phase me Took it to the head now I'm feeling tipsy We don't go dumb, we go 51/50"

4.) Colorado Sunrise -3oh!3 (Having a soulmate must be soooo gr8 for him & Duval *makes face*)

"And if I had something to say to you I'd whisper it softly, Kiss you on your rosy lips and never let you off me. Shiver on your roof and see your face lit by starlight"

"Train wreck that I am And I am what I am what I am A train wreck, that I am And I am what I am what I am A train wreck"

Muse: Keira Black

6.) White Tee -Corpse Husband "Oh, you love me and you miss me? Yeah, I get it, that's okay Reluctantly I get you, but you know it ain't the same Once you fuck me over, no do overs, we don't play"

"Don't follow me baby, swear I'm going to hell Think I'm looking for a piece of you in somebody else 'Cause ever since I've been leaving, I'm fucked up on something else We just hook up on the weekend, I keep her up on the shelf"

7.) Going To Hell (Acoustic) -The Pretty Reckless

"You know I know, yes, I've been told I redefine a sin.I don't know what's driving me to put this in my head. Maybe I wish I could die, maybe I am dead!"

"For the ways that I hurt, when I'm hiking up my skirt. I am sitting on a throne while they're buried in the dirt."

"For the man that I hate, I'm going to hell!"

8.) Judy's Turn To Cry -Lesley Gore

"Well it hurt me so to see them dance together I felt like making a scene Then my tears just felt like rain drops 'Cause Judy's smile was so mean"

"But now it's Judy's turn to cry Judy's turn to cry Judy's turn to cry 'Cause Johnny's come back To me"

"Oh one night I saw them kissing at a party So I kissed some other guy Johnny jumped up and he hit him 'Cause he still loved me that's why"

9.) Cape Town -The Young Veins "Woke me in the morning Asked me if I meant it, I didn't"

"I hardly knew a thing about you I got lost in Cape Town, in Cape Town I saw you, I met you I loved you, I left you in Cape Town, in Cape Town"

"Went out to a graveyard to bum a couple flowers To give to you"

When I need a great deal of the evil fucksticks to be sad I use one song to get it done these two are not an exception lmfao.

5 & 10.) Every Heart (English) BoA

"Tell me babe, how many do I shed my tears?"Shall I do, I can never say my loneliness Every heart doesn't know, so what to say or what to do" "Was afraid of darkness 'cause I felt that I was left alone So I prayed for help to distant million stars"

Tagged By: @manufactoredxbyxdesign

Tagging: @muutos, @khalaesi, @wingsxnlead, @rhaigal, @lettherebemonsters, @trapton (get double tapped lmfao), @dcmur3, @rubiesintherough, @ofthestcrs, @fantasywritten

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demons Chapter 0 Finale (4/6)

Nights : Thanks for your help, guys. I could've done it without you two. You must be her sister, Moirai Albarn?

Moirai Albarn : Yeah, that's me. I'm her older sister, and Maka over here is my "Younger" sister. We have the same hair style but a different color scheme with our hare, don't you get it? Younger sister.

Nights : Really? So how did you know that she's the Shattered Meister and not you?

Moirai Albarn : Because I am an heir to the Phantonian Race, she's the one that she's looking for as well.

Jackle : Seriously! That girl's a flat chested runt!

Maka Albarn : *angry vein* OH YEAH CAN A RUNT DO THIS!?! (uses Blood Magic on Jackle)

Jackle : Wow! She can use Blood Magic as well? I heard the stories from the Phantoms of Society since they were equivalent to the Shattered Soldiers, but still I noticed about this one is for sure! The one they called the Shattered Meister is only just a small-sized kid! Am I right, fellas?

Maka Albarn : For the last time...DON'T CALL ME FLAT CHESTED, YOU JERK! (Knocks Jackle out of the way)

Nights : Not what I expected.

Reala : No need to be a little harsh on that one. But you seemed to be a little more consecutive about being agressive or a disagreement.

Nights : Yeah, I don't think that he was just talking about your sister's size, but, uhh...doesn't even count.

Maka Albarn : *angry vein* OH REALLY!? WELL, IF HE OR ANYONE DARE SAYS THAT TO MY FACE, I'LL KNOCK SOME GOD DAMN SENSE INTO ANYONE THAT PISSES ME OFF!

Moirai Albarn : *sweatdrop* That doesn't totally ring a bell. Hmmm...I wonder if the witches are still in real world AU to think that they're already succeeded the mission? I wonder where those two might be?

"Meanwhile in PSO..."

[Growl, From the Depths of the Earth - Hideaki Kobayashi]

(the battle continues)

Group : UWAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Kimial Diehl : This is not part of the Mission! It's not what the chief told us that someone interrupted it!

Ashley : It's every dog has it days, but now it's going to be Dog-sh*t days if you know what are we gonna do fighting a boss dragon that resides underneath the dome!? Do you think that Sonic's co-creator is ever gonna hear about you playing PSO?

Kimial Diehl : I've know that game so much! It makes Sonic Team wanna vomit!

Eruka Frog : How do you even this stop this crazy Dragon!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Fear not, fire-breathing beast! I shall slay you upon my sword and I will beheaded to defeat you!

(dragon starts breathing fire)

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Okay! Okay! I admit! Flaming types don't work at the same time! If my flaming sword of judgement can match the power of his flames, it will have no effect on this case. I need a weakness to defeat the Dome Dweller. Lightning spell and Water spells won't work, because water doesn't work in PSO. The only spell that water works is...

Rupika : Barta spell! (casts ice to attack the dragon)

(Dragon Roars in pain)

Kimial Diehl : An Ice spell? That's a technique called Barta! But who...

Rupika : Hey, girlfriends! You should helping us out! But it's least that you are very welcome to lend me a hand for you!

Ashley : Hey, Fonewearl! We could really use a hand if you want to!

Rupika : Gladly you asked! Cause this Dweller is going down to Thrash! I'm gonna give this Dome Dweller a taste of his own medicine! I'm gonna make you into a frozen popsicle, so eat some ice, Dome Dweller!

Kimial Diehl : Nows our chance! Ashley, the Ice spell!

Ashley : right!

Ashley & Kimial : [in unision] Hocus Pocus, Make the dragon frozenly delicious!

(the three combine their ice techniques to defeat the dragon)

(Dragon Roaring in pain before it falls down on the ground)

Rupika : Yatta! Another one bites the dust! Looks like he won't be having dessert this time with that fiery breath of his!

Ashley : Phew! That was pretty rough for fighting a boss dragon.

Eruka Frog : So much for this guy. He almost barbecued us when it destroyed Jorogumo after some entity must've used Chaos Control to warp us in your world. But we're from the real and we need to get back to complete our mission.

Rupika : Oh, is that so? Come, I'll show you around the city.

Ashley : ...The city?

[scene flips]

[Pioneer 2 - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Ashley : Wait a second. What is even this place?

Rupika : Why this is the city of Pioneer two, and Pioneer 2 is a giant spaceship that is located near the planet Ragol. I usually that I live on the planet ragol, nothing much since I was the only force to have this power called "D-Cells" but I have no idea what those would work for me. I'm Rupika, the Fonewearl and I'm one of the good guys that calls me a rookie.

Ashley : So...Another of the Sega Representatives. And you say that you are best friends with a guy named Ash Canaan who known since you two were in, uhh....

Rupika : Pioneer 2 / Ragolian High. Ash was a high school delinquent and I was an ordinary school girl. Look at this photo. (shows a photo of Ash as a delinquent and Rupika herself as a schoolgirl) This is us when we were in school together. He's sure go into the fights with other delinquents, but he protected me when those boys try to lay a finger on me. It was the kind of friendship that we ever forged before he met with the other NPCs, the Hunters, Rangers, and Forces like me, are three classes that wanted to become a hunter someday and will make a lot of money in the game. Players from all over the world, including you, Kimial, come to the guild and get a job to make a lot of money and complete some missions that we like to call it quest.

Kimial Diehl : Oh yeah. So I've known this game when I was still young, and I was brought into the world of PSO, but do this game have a connection with the legendary Blue Hedgehog?

Rupika : Of course, Yuji Naka created Phantasy Star about four years before the blue hedgehog himself debuted to become the rival of the man in red. I know it's hard to understand that Phantasy Star was the very first title that Sonic Team made when it was still Sega AM8, before renamed it to name after the very own mascot himself! We've known the Blue Blur himself for generations, and even have our own weapons that we can now use from shops or from the enemies in Ragol.

Ashley : Yeah!

Eruka Frog : Well, I've known about know about the rivalry between the Red Plumber and the Blue hedgehog, Mario came ten years before Sonic arrived, it's good that you living with the Blue history since Phantasy Star disappeared about 6 years before Sonic Team gave rebirth to PSO.

Rupika : Right! But Episode II is where the we get the add new content theory that foreshadowed Episode IV, right? But why Episode IV would be a new content? What about that card game called Episode 3? What does Episode 3 have to do with cards?

Ashley & Kimial : [in unison] You mix with Yu-Gi-Oh and Phantasy Star, but with classes and monsters Duelists and Monster Cards.

*Cartoon SFX : BOING!*

Ashley : But I'm glad that Episode IV's being mentioned and foreshadow that PSO's original servers might be the victims to be shutdown by the Sega officials. But luckily, players in the real world have created a private server where they can play PSO freely.

Rupika : That's a no brainier of mine!

Kimial Diehl : Hey, Rupika. Not to mention a bit, I think there's a little creature behind your leg. And it's got two tails to thinking it's...(behind Rupika's leg is a Tails Chao) A Chao that looking alike Tails? This one's... a bit shy.

Rupika : Oh that's just Buddy, I named it when I was in High School with Ash. I found him outside when I was taking a trip to Ragol's forest.

[After the Story 2 - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Kimial Diehl : Wait. This is one of the Chao that was being sent to Chao World? So are you really the original owner of the Tails Chao?

Rupika : Quite true. This two-tailed creature crash landed on Ragol when I was still in school to meet with the Rappies.

*flashback*

Rupika : Ever since I was born on a planet inhabitated by Rappies, I was going to have a picnic with Ash to discover Pioneer 1's contact, and we even get to see the amazing scenery on Ragol's beauty before Pioneer 2 and 1 would be contacted. During the picnic, I discovered that a spaceship crashed landed and we discovered that a Tails Chaos was all alone and crying. This allowed me to do something with it and I had to act tough. So I did it in a motherly way and I stopped it crying by craddling him in my arms and sung him a tune. It was the motherly way to take care a Chao that nobody who would noticed, but Ash decided to take care of him properly. And I named him Buddy. I had to keep everything a secret.

*flashback ends*

Rupika : Players would might get this little fella one day and tried to send him into one of the remaining places. PSO players were not trying to take him to a Garden, they want to imprison him. Those players were the people that no chao that ever wanted. Nobody would be there to take care of him when someone is dead. And when we die, there would be no one to look after him, but I'm sure anyone will do. Even all, It thinks that I am like a mother to him. A real mother to take care of a cute and cuddle-some creature.

Ashley : Rupika. I know it's hard for you to take care of a single creature, but you are a Sega Representative that is an NPC created by Yuji Naka, but the thing is that you were desperate to take care of a single life, the one that you should protect and your friends too. I'm sure that they'll treat you something great. After all, you are the greatest mother that will ever...

*RUMBLING*

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : What!? Now what's going on!? (hears communicator beeping)

Kimial Diehl : I guess that was really touching of you, Rupika. But I'm glad that I almost cried alot.

Ashley : Cried alot? Kimial, what do you mean by that

Penny Crygor : (via communicator) Guys, what are you doing!? You gotta get out of here and get back to the Real World before Time Eater finds out that your partner is the Shattered Meister and she will literally wipe the place clean! With you on it!

[Courage - Fumie Kumatani, Warsaw Philharmonic]

Ashley, Eruka & Rupika : Wipe the place clean!?!

Ashley : I gotta get Kimial out of here! Find a place to keep her calming her power down before she shattered the entire place and there won't be another PSO in 12 years! But it's gonna take more that! What will I do before she completely wipes Pioneer 2 out along with everyone aboard including us!? I've got no other choice but recreate the same explosion that was once did to Pioneer 1 by a dark force, named Dark Falz! It's time we take Shattered Resonance to the next level!

~ Prologue 23 : Mother's Memories ~