#feeling fiesty and angry tonight

[la-perfide-albion]

if i were at a bar rn id probably fight

[mrsweasley23]

Steve the voyeur gets his hands on some footage (Part 9) NSFW

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"I've been thinking..." Steve murmured, twisting his fingers in Eddie's hair, as his head rested so perfectly in his lap. 

"Uh oh..." Eddie trilled.

"Fuck off asshole" Steve bit back, lip jutting out in a pout.

Eddie twisted around to plant a kiss on his lips. "You're so fucking hot when you're angry"

Steve give Eddie's curls a little yank. "Want to hear it or not?"

"I'm enjoying Fiesty Stevie tonight" Eddie grinned. "But yes...always keen to hear what's going on in that slutty little brain of yours"

"Hey, how do you know what I was going to say was slutty?"

Eddie cocked an eyebrow. "You're telling me I'm wrong?"

"Well, no...." Steve laughed, hiding his face in his hands. "Guess you've got me nailed"

"That I have...."

"Just...urgh...fuck off"

"Soooooooooo....you were thinking?" Eddie flipped around on the bed so that he was looking up expectantly at Steve, chest pressed across his lap.

"Yeah. I was thinking about....ummm...you know before when you talked about your toys. Could you, um, maybe...I'd like to...um...maybe know a bit more about that?" Just spit it out, idiot. 

"Stevie, you're blushing and..."

Steve pressed his hands over Eddie's mouth. "Shurrup"

Eddie gripped his wrists hard, and pulled them away. "...and it's really, really fucking hot. You're getting all tongue tied talking about my toys. Have you been thinking about it? How I get myself off? Have you been touching yourself thinking about me?"

Steve's breathing hitched. "Haven't needed to. You've been fucking me so good" Eddie grinned broadly, all teeth. Smug fucking bastard but, fair play. Deserved. "But I'm just, ya know, curious. What you do? What it feels like? I didn't even know that was a thing until I met you..."

"Sweet, innocent little Stevie" Eddie cooed into his ear. "Happily jerking off over and over and over again. Clueless. Pretty. Little. Thing" . He pressed a kiss against Steve's cheek. "Luckily for you, I'm a fucking deviant. So happy to provide you with Sex Toys 101". With that, he disappeared into his room, and came back to Steve's room holding a black holdall. "Take your pick. A veritable treasure trove of fake dicks"

Steve burst out laughing. "You're really something, Munson"

Steve peered nervously in the box. Fuck. Me. Silcone dicks, bullet vibrators, huge fucking dicks with suction cups, weird bumpy sticks like fucking wands, handcuffs, metal, glass....

"Quite the collection". What the actual fuck?

Eddie shrugged. "You try living with a super hot straight guy... who is super fucking casual about nudity by the way... for a year. I needed a fucking outlet".

Steve picked up one of the more obscure looking toys, a large, curved metal bar, turning it over in his hands. "Does that mean that you used these thinking of me?"

"Are you joking, Stevie? I only have these because of you. Because of your stupid little gym shorts and your hairy fucking chest and your tight little ass and your mouth that I swear was just made purely to be fucked..."

Steve was positively glowing. Because of HIM. He drove Eddie wild. So wild he'd bought a bag full of sex toys to scratch that itch... 

"Can you maybe show me one of them?"

"I can do better than that, sweetheart". Fuuuuuuuck. Sweetheart. That was a new one and Steve liked it. A lot.

Eddie grabbed his phone. "Turns out I might be something of the exhibitionist"

"Never!" Steve mock gasped.

"Who knew!?" Eddie grinned, flicking his tongue out at Steve.

He tossed Steve his phone.

"So... I sometimes like to film myself"

Steve almost fucking stopped breathing, eyes wide, jaw wide. "Uh huh?" he urged. I'm literally living a fucking dream come true. 

"I like to film myself playing around, watch it back. See how I look getting fucked". Oh. Getting fucked. Imagine how he'd look getting fucked by me. Oh shit... 

"I think I'd like to see that" Steve managed to whisper. Please, please, please. I want to burn it onto the inside of my eyelids. 

"Of course you would, you little fucking pervert" he sneered and hit play. Steve was catapulted to Heaven. No Hell. Fuck. Eddie

Eddie watched Steve as Steve's eyes fixed on the screen. Eddie had his knees bent towards his chest, asshole centre stage, loose, ready, as he slid a dildo in. He took it so fucking well. Steve's mouth watered when he heard Eddie. His moans, breaths, squeals, a mainline to Steve's cock. Minutes passed, Eddie got more frantic, pushing the dildo deeper, faster, lifting his ass up, reaching, desperate for more. Steve could see a glimpse of Eddie's hard length bouncing in time but his attention was on his ass, practically sucking in the dildo with every thrust. Eddie was writing, groaning, growling. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh, you're fucking me so good". Steve was fixated on the slick, wet sounds as he fucked himself faster and faster, one hand pushing the toy as far as he could and the other stroking his cock, which was quite frankly obscenely hard. "Fucking Jesus Christ, Steve..."

Oh. Oh!

Eddie didn't flinch. Steve kept his eyes on the screen, palms sweating, hard dick a fucking giveaway.

"Oh Stevie, you've fucked me so good. I'm gonna come". Eddie's telltale roar, cum splattering onto his chest, dildo slipping slowly out of his ass, slick. Panting, low moans. Wow. 

"That was seriously fucking hot, Eds. Um, when was that?"

Eddie laughed. "Keen to find out how long I've been geting myself off thinking of you?"

Steve grinned, a playful smirk. 

"Three or four months ago maybe? It was that night we'd been at the bar downtown. The rock one? Don't know if you remember. It was driving me wild seeing you flirting. You're a literal fucking magnet, Stevie. Everyone was throwing themselves at you. They always fucking want you. Of course, they do...just fucking look at you" He shrugged a little and Steve felt sad that Eddie had felt this way and he'd had no idea." "Anyways, I was drunk and fucking horny and you didn't come home. So....I fucked myself silly and thought of you".  He chuckled.

"I wasn't flirting. Just being nice"

"I can't imagine how many guys and girls end their night frigging themselves over Steve Harrington because he was 'just being nice'".

A swift punch to the arm. "I am! I don't mean to..."

"Stevie. It's a fucking gift. Embrace it. I'm well and truly embracing the fact that your slutty ass now belongs to me".

"In which case, please can you send me that video?"

"Oh yeah?"

"Need to, erm, deepen my research a little further"

"Please don't use the word deepen right now..." A sneer, a quirk of his full lips.

"Are there, um, any more videos?"

"Is the Pope fucking Catholic, Stevie? You want more videos of me fucking myself? What do you fancy? Me working myself open with my fingers? Bouncing up and down on a dildo? Edging myself with a vibe?"

Fuck. What? All of it. Everything.

"Anything you're happy to share"

"And tell me Stevie. If I send you these videos, what then?" 

"Well, I'm fucking broken for a start" Steve laughed. "But I think, maybe, I'll like to try some of the toys out" 

"I'll make you a deal" 

"Anything..." 

"I'll send you my videos. All of them. Watch them, decide what you want to try out, then you can have your pick. But....." 

Steve flushed, he knew what was coming. "I want to film you. I want to watch you play and film it so I can watch you desperately fucking yourself over and over. I won't use the toys on you, not yet. I want to watch you discover them for yourself" 

"I, yeah, I like the sound of that deal" 

"I can tell" Eddie pushed his hand against Steve's cock, now fighting its way out of his sweatpants. Steve groaned. Every touch from Eddie drove him insane. More. More. More. The burning pit of desire in his stomach never went out, constantly crackling, until Eddie touched him and a sudden burst of heat would shoot through his body, fingertips, toes, cock. 

Steve swung his leg over Eddie, his cock grinding down on his boyfriend's. Eddie indulged him for a moment, a deep, messy kiss, sucking his tongue before pulling back and planting a kiss on his cheek 

"I think". Another little kiss. "This is going to be a lot more fun if you're frustrated" 

"No no no... " Steve pleaded, circling his hips, driving down against Eddie's growing cock. "That wasn't.  I didn't agree to...please" 

"You know I love it when you're needy" You love me when I'm needy. Say it. Say it. "I cannot wait to watch you fucking yourself stupid and hear you pleading, begging. 'Please Eddie. More Eddie. Fuck me deeper, Eddie' "

Steve let out a high pitched whine. "I fucking hate you" 

"You won't when you learn how to pound your own prostate, Steve". Wide eyes. A gulp. "In fact, I might be doing myself out of a job here" 

"That good, huh?" 

"Can be.... with patience and practice. And some really fucking hot source material"

"Eds, when I watch, can I touch myself?" 

"Absolutely fucking not. As much as much as I love the idea of you jerking off to me jerking off" 

Another pitiful whine.

"Best send me all the videos then. Let the torture begin" 

[tatyana-dreaming]

okay so might have gone a bit overboard with the gifs tonight :) but I have come full circle (or maybe 180 degrees rather) in my feelings about the 2015 Il Trovatore production. It was the first version of Trovatore I had ever seen, when the Met aired it during their first week of free streams. Incidentally, that was the first time I saw Dima (or any member of that cast, though it would be Eugene Onegin that Sunday that would turn my world upside down and turn me into, as one of my dear tumblr friends accused me tis week, a Dima fangirl) (though most importantly a Renée fangirl, though that is for another post :D) what I mean is, I absolutely did not appreciate him and could not foresee he would soon become the #1 musical artist I listen to, oops. (Okay, competing with Renée and Sondra but that’s a given, right?)

Ayways, I was absolutely scarred as I watched that stream! I couldn’t appreciate the opera the way I do now, though I was unable to tear myself away from it. What can I say, it’s a thriller. But watching it again this week was completely different. I’m not sure I’d watch it again and again like the 2011 version, but

I could understand why I wanted to laugh during “Di Tale Amor” (I actually quite like Anna in certain productions - esp. Lucia di Lammermoor; I do think she can sing and I have seen her act, but after seeing Sondra Radvanovsky sing Leonora, it simply isn’t fair to compare, because she makes it sound effortless, is so smooth and clear I can’t even.) Anna’s Leonora is lovely, but that’s about it - I much prefer this character to have a bit more spark/fiestiness/pushback especially in scenes with di Luna, and even a lightness - Sondra even brought straight-up laughter to the role in almost every act (uh oh, I’m comparing again). I believe part of the reason I was repulsed/could not get over the plot the first time I saw this opera was due to Anna’s portrayal (I SHOULDN’T BLAME HER I’m sure directing had much to do with it because Anna can act, I will argue with you) of Leonora is so static and serious without much personality, and reads almost as hopeless, which just dragged a first-time viewer like me down into the pits of dispair. Which of course is one directing choice but not one I would make with such a.... wild opera. Let Leonora be the LIONESS her name reveals her to be.

I found myself loving Yonghoon Lee’s Manrico (I really...um...couldn’t get over how angry he seemed the first time around but duh, that’s just Manrico. Now I love his facial expressions, and that voice... the end of Di Quella Pira... oh my GOD!!!!), and Hvorostovsky, Zajick, Zifchak, and Kocán were all like old friends.

This time I noticed Dima was definitely much less dynamic/active for obvious reasons (and different directing) but the more outwardly restrained and dignified his di Luna was, the more the inner rage was channeled through (basically growling “Io fremo!’“ for instance; lots of other little instances were the lyrics and facial expressions seem more pointed than in 2011, when more of di Luna’s madness seems to come through being physically unhinged.

I need to make an Azucena appreciation post, but I feel similarly about Dolora in the 2015 version - if anything, there is more sharpness and venom that came through, in a way. And... can I just say, I am super jealous of her little knife-throw-catch thing during Mal Reggendo. I look forward to it every time.

The 2011 version is still my favorite (although both versions would have been in better taste without THAT SCENE if you know what I mean) but I appreciate this version on its own now. I clearly now appreciate the opera (a lot) (really perhaps an unhealthy amount) (i’m fine)

[nctzendreamz]

Little Things (3) :: Mark Lee

Mark love so many things about you, but he’ll never let the words slip out of his mouth.

Pt.1 / Pt.2 / Pt.3

Breathe Mark...breathe. His stomach is currently turning in a never ending hell of knots, and his breathing was so staggered. This was his constant party trick when he was embarrassed, and words could not describe how embarrassed he was right now.

He knew you would tell him to observe his surroundings.

Look at the floor, Mark. Focus on the color. Is it brown? White? Gray? Wooden? Think about how it feels on your feet. You can feel the cool breeze, can’t you? It’s giving you a chill, but with the heat outside, it feels really good.

Even though he was talking to himself, he was able to convince himself that you didn’t hate him. That it was you whispering into his ear and getting him out of his shake.

You were always so good at that. You were good at practically anything you put your mind to, but especially that. You could talk anybody out of doing any bad deed, or calm them down when they needed to be held.

Just as Mark goes to lean against the counter, almost ready to return back to the reality that was you and his members probably having the time of your lives, he hears the door swing open. He can’t even look.

“You okay, bro?” Johnny questions, and his tone is very light. “You kinda ran away back there.”

“Fine.” Mark mutters, a clear indication that he didn’t want to be bothered. He knows this isn’t Johnny’s fault. He knows that this is all him, but even so, he needs someone to blame. He doesn’t want to be the bad guy in any of your stories. He wants to be the one you run to.

“You know, whatever you’re thinking right now would probably calm down if you just said it.” Johnny’s beside him now, a hand on his lower back.

“It’s—

“Don’t even say that to me, Mark. Don’t say that it’s not that simple, because it is. The love of your life confessed their love for you, and you let them walk away thinking that you didn’t feel the same. Do you know how many guys would kill for that? Huh?”

There’s a stern tone in his older brother’s words, and Mark can tell how done he is with this whole ordeal. He was right, of course. He knows how lucky he is. He knows that men would kill to be in this position with the one they loved. Hell, men would kill him to be with you. Still, he’s silent. His eyes are darted straight forward and he’s just breathing.

“You don’t have to listen to me.” Johnny removes his hand. “We both know that actions speak louder than words anyway.”

What was that supposed to mean? Immediately, Mark shoots up feeling unsettled from those words. From the way Johnny walks out so quick, he knows he’s promoting him to follow.

“Doyoung!” You screech, your mouth agape and in desperate need of food. On the leather couch Doyoung is dangling a sole piece of skin from the chicken—your favorite taste, and making you chase his fingers. “Please.” You plead.

“I think I wanna hear you beg some more.” He chuckles, placing it in his mouth.

Mark wanted to hope this was an innocent induendo, but regardless, he was sick. It had only been a clean thirty minutes of him trying to calm down and Doyoung already had your attention. And that smile that was on your face—it was unreal. He hadn’t seen it in so long.

“Listen to me.” Is all Johnny speaks before he walks away, going to get more food.

Mark doesn’t want to move, but he also realizes that this isn’t the best decision. He needs to distract himself and try to move on, just like you were obviously trying to do. He forces his reindeer sock covered feet to move forward—of course a gift from you during the Christmas season, and he’s making way to go to the couch. They had managed to sit the only two couches he had in here across from eachother while the coffee table gave space for food and drinks. He sits on the couch you and Doyoung aren’t cannodling on. Jaehyun and Jungwoo are sitting on this couch.

“Did you fall asleep in there?” It’s Doyoung, and Mark doesn’t even crack a smile. They’re making eye contact, but you don’t notice it’s intensity as you’re scrolling through your phone now. Or maybe you’re texting Johnny again. He doesn’t know.

“Nope.” Is all Mark can manage, feeling his heart rate increase from the jealousy he felt. It was such a stupid, small detail—but he can’t help but notice how subtly your shoulder is touching Doyoung’s. He has to sit and watch as your head is slowly leaning on his broadened left, and before Doyoung puts another piece of chicken in his mouth, you take it out of his hand without even thinking. You two looked like a complete couple and he can’t believe this.

He knows exactly what his hyung is doing. He wants him to react. He wants to show him that this is exactly what he’ll have to go through if he doesn’t confess tonight. Even so, the balls still aren’t growing.

“Are you going to eat?” Jungwoo questions. “I’m positive you haven’t eaten all day.”

“And what makes you so sure of that?” Mark responds.

“You’re pale, you have shaky hands, I know you bro. Here.” Jungwoo has some kimchi in some chopsticks, and Mark just eats it to make him feel more at ease.

“I think I’m going to get a head start on painting, actually.” The younger boy rises, and he might’ve been crazy, but he sees the way your eyes peep him for a minute. He’s walking back into his room that seemed even more bland now that you weren’t in it.

The white walls were completely mocking him now, calling him all kinds of mean and harmful names. Every ugly blotch reminded him of kids back in middle school who never had anything nice to say. It’s shell skin tone should’ve been making him feel better even through its plain nature, but he wanted to punch a hole in it.

Mark wants to just lay down and sleep for the duration of this visit. Maybe even make the members paint the walls by themselves. He worked hard enough on music, right? He could be lazy today.

“Since Mark just can’t wait to start painting, let’s all wash our hands, eh?” He hears Jaehyun yell. Mark knows he’s doing this on purpose.

“It’ll probably only take an hour. I mean it’s not like we’re professionals.” It’s your voice, and it’s making his blood boil. The way you spoke so casually now. He was used to you behaving like this, always cool and collected infront of people who didn’t know you as well as they wished, but he was going to ignore his knowledge. He wanted the shy and soft spoken Y/N back.

“Then why did you call them?” The words are sharp off his tounge and he doesn’t even turn around to look at you. He knows you’re haulting now questioning your life choices. Or maybe not that far, but he knows you’re taken aback. Just like he was when he saw you and Doyoung flirting with eachother.

He really was being a jealous asshole wasn’t he? I mean, Mark had his moments, but his surface was always sweet and willing to bow down to anyone who he respected and loved. As he fumbles with the paint bucket—ironically the only you chose for the occasion, he realizes that wasn’t necessary. His words to you. Even so he can’t apologize.

“I figured you didn’t want to be around me.” You say to his surprise. You could’ve made up so many different lies. You could’ve said you didn’t think the two of you were capable of doing such a job on your own. You could’ve mentioned how you hate the smell of fresh paint and would rather the members be doing the nitty gritty. You also could’ve mentioned that you didn’t want to mess up your outfit for that fact as well. But no. You’re projecting instead.

“I didn’t want to be around you?” He chuckles, and the air is becoming very tense very fast. He hates this so much. This animosity that’s been growing between you two for the past couple of hours. “I think it’s the opposite.”

And he has you red handed because you don’t say another word. You huff out in some form of displeasure before you take the paint can out of his hand. You practically throw it on the ground—of course just light enough from bursting before you have Mark’s hand wrapped around your own and you’re storming the both of you out of his bedroom. The other members are looking on and they’re scared for their friend. You weren’t one to mess with and your eyes are raging as you walk past them. Mark doesn’t even have anything in his home to distract him as it was blank as hell.

The night air is semi-chilly, and Mark wants to grab a jacket for you, or at least warn you to bring one, but he knows there’s no point. The two of you are now in the abandoned hallway of his line and he’s standing infront of you.

“You’re an asshole.” Are the first words that come out of your pretty lips. They’re still glossy like earlier. His eyes are looking at his neighbor’s door in attempt to not have to deal with all of this ruckus, but your hands are quicker as they take his chin and direct his attention to where it needs to be. You, and your hurt heart. “All you do is blame me for everything.”

“What?” He mumbles.

“You’re going to talk to me whether you like it or not, Mark. This whole mumbling thing you’re doing is not going to make me shut up so start talking.”

He had never seen you so fiesty. You were like a firecracker burning into his flesh, but he was enjoying it. Maybe a little too much. He didn’t know how he was thinking positive and somewhat hilarious thoughts. You were very angry with him and that should’ve been driving him nuts. It was driving him nuts.

“How do I blame you for everything, Y/N?”

“With your eyes, and your stupid subtle responses to everything. I know you’ve been off since my whole drunken confession mistake.”

“I—

“And I know you probably found it extremely hilarious that I poured out my heart to you and all you did was pretend it didn’t happen, and yet I was still checking on you and loving you like you had the same feelings.”

“Y/—

“And that’s not to say you have to share my feelings, but at least say something, Mark. And then you sit here and kiss my hand and tell me that I’m beautiful like I’m some toy. Am I a toy to you?”

“No.” Is all he responds. His face is so dull, but his heart is about to burst into a thousand crystals. He’s sweating profoundly and he’s trying to find more words.

“Tell me how you feel, Mark. Say it to me right now. I’m a big girl and I can handle it. We both know that.”

“I love you.”

He doesn’t know which one of his ancestors possessed his spirit to spit it out so simply. It slipped off the tounge like saliva to the floor when you were thirsty but also couldn’t stop talking because there was nothing that he was more sure of. You could ask him was his name his actual name and he wouldn’t sound that confident.

“But?” you say, and you’re not quivering. Had he really broken your heart that many times? To where you became immune to his true feelings? That you believed there was a catch to this?

“There’s no but.”

He can see the way your body breaks down. He knows you’re blaming yourself. You’re probably thinking about how maybe you talking to much was the reason he couldn’t get it out. You’re probably imagining false scenarios in your head where you wouldn’t let him get a secret off his chest not knowing it was exactly what you had been dreaming about, and that’s why you never noticed.

“Don’t do that.” He whispers. His balls had finally dropped because he’s approaching you now. Chest to chest—rashing heartbeats just begging to wallow in eachother and finally get to touch through your gentle skin that looked so good beside eachother even through its clothed nature. “Don’t blame your perfection on me being unable to open my fucking mouth, Y/N.” His lips quickly kiss yours, and it feels so good. It was less than a second, but it felt like home. He had imagined so many different scenarios where your lips would touch for the first time and he would then proceed to drag you to the nearest wall and make love to you for the first time. Intense, right?

“I have loved you for so long that I can’t even remember what not loving you feels like. I can’t.” He trembles. “That night when you confessed to me, I felt like I didn’t deserve it. I also didn’t know if it was real. But then the next morning you turned into your beautiful and shy self and I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t ruin us because I’d rather die everyday and still get to be your friend than lose you completely.”

“You were scared.” You finish for him. “But so was I, Mark. I was petrified. I had no idea whether you’d accept my feelings or be completely disgusted. Why do you think I waited until I was piss drunk to say anything?”

“I’m sorry.” He says, nuzzling his forehead into yours. “And I’m sorry for not being a man, because I am one. We’re not kids anymore that get to get away with this. I know I was so wrong. And I suck so bad. I—

But you’re kissing him again. And it’s his first kiss in such a manner. The way your lips are molding into his own with such perfection and the way he feels himself getting hot in unfamiliar places. The way you pull him over you on the door and he lifts your legs around his slim waist so he can get even closer to you. The way your delighted fingers are pulling at his current black strands of hair and he lets out a tiny sigh of agreement and pleasure.

“I love you.” You say, pulling away from him for just a quick second.

“I love you more.” He breathes out before he’s attacking your lips again and is making it known all over your body that he means everything. “You don’t love Doyoung more do you?”

Your laugh echoes into his thick neck as he’s still propping you on the door. “So you were jealous?”

“Of course I was.” He smiles in embarrassment. “We can kick them out, can’t we?”

“We’re about to.”

And now you’re both laughing and hugging eachother tightly as you attempt to catch your breath.

You finally figured it out. You finally both knew what was going on, and you were happy. So so happy.

[auroralwriting]

War of Pain - Soulmate AU

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(not my gif, credit to owner)

Prompt: any pain your soulmate feels, you feel

A/n: this would be major oof for ppl with lightsaber wounds ouchie mama

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When you were four and felt a sudden pain in your arm, you told your mother immediately. She said it was your soulmate, they got hurt and you felt their pain. From that day forward, the pain didn’t stop. You were thankful you couldn’t feel emotional pain, that could be bad. But the physical pain was so much. Whoever your soulmate was couldn’t go a week without getting himself hurt and you hated it.

As soon as you joined the Resistance, you had told your friend Kaydel of the immense pain you always got. This guy couldn’t stop. She suggested you just keep youself out of trouble for both of your sakes. Maybe a tap here and there to let him know you were hurting.

One day, you were talking to some friends in the mess hall as you felt your mind being almosy torn apart. You screamed out, causing a lot of attention to go your way. Grabbing your head, your friends consoled you. It wasn’t your pain, it was your soulmates. But it was so much, you didn’t understand what was happening to them. Then, you started bleeding to make matters worse. A gash appeared on your head, your lip busted and bleed. Everyone was so confused and concerned. Immediately, you were taken to the medical wing. The doctor took away your pain, giving you a shot that prevented your from your soulmates harm for a few days. Thankful, you went to your room to rest.

You laid on your bed, thinking of what could have happened. Was he killed? Tortured? You had no idea, but that pain in your head almost wasn’t physical, it felt like someone was searching through your mind, digging for answers. Then, you wondered about the First Order. Could it have been Kylo Ren? Was your soulmate in the First Order? Captured, maybe? Confused, you went to your General for answers.

“Y/n, dear,” Leia said as she gave you some warm tea to sip on. She’d heard about the incident and was also gravely concerned for you and your soulmate. “it very well could have been my son. He can search minds, go through them like an open book.” she explained as you sighed.

You looked to your arm as you gripped it, enough to cause slight discomfort, but you knew your soulmate could feel it. You began running your arm softly, hoping you could calm your soulmate down. “What if he’s dying, Leia?” you asked quietly, afraid of her answer.

“If he were dying, you would know. You’d feel it, Y/n. Tell me, is he okay?” Leia asked. Thinking clearly, you thought about your pain, your current pain. It was dulled by the shot, but it was there.

“He’s alright.” you said, looking Leia directly in the eyes. “but he’s hurt.”

The next day, you were sitting in the control room as you suddenly felt so hot, you grabbed your water and began drinking it. Kaydel Connix looked to you, knowingly. “Soulmate?” she asked.

You nodded. “Yep, the stupid idot won’t stop.” you flicked your nose slightly in reply to let your soulmate know the discomfort you were feeling. Hours later, Kaydel and you were informed that Poe Dameron had returned with injury. A gash to his head and a busted lip, he was severly dehydrated. “That’s- that’s exactly what-”

Kaydel looked to you in disbelief. “He’s your soulmate.” Kaydel said in shock. You shook your head and brought her to the corner. “What? Don’t you wanna offically meet him?” she asked, confused.

“Once he’s better, I’m making his life a living hell. He cannot put me through that! Is he an idiot?!” you whisper yelled to her as Kaydel laughed. “I’m serious, I’m literally going to make him feel such discomfort.”

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A few days went by, those are what you called the grace period. You were allowing Poe to heal and rest. These were trial tests to see if he was really your soulmate, and if he was, to show him you were very upset.

Once he was up and going, you and Kaydel were talking in the mess hall. Then, you raised an eyebrow as she kicked your leg. Gritting your teeth, you watched as Poe jumped, rubbing his calf right were you had been kicked. So he was your soulmate.

Looking to Kaydel again minutes later, you two were throwing your trash away right by Poe’s table. Silently, you jammed your toe against the wall, holding back a grunt from the pain. Once more, Poe jumped and hissed.

“You alright, Dameron?” Snap asked, quite enthused. He knew it was his soulamte.

“Yeah, seems my soulmate’s giving me a hard time.” Poe chuckled as you looked to Kaydel once more. She gave a slight punch to your back as Poe grunted. “Damn her.” he muttered as the two of you walked out of the mess hall.

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“Are you sure you want me to do this?” Kaydel asked as you sat across from her a few days later. You’d both been messing with Poe silently in the background, laughing at his reactions. 

“Yes, just do it.” you replied. Kaydel pursed her lips together as she yanked your hair, forcing your head back. You watched from the balcony you were on as Poe’s head did the same. He gripped the back of his neck as Karé and Snap laughed.

“She’s really giving you a tough time, eh?” Karé said as she made breif eye contact with you. You shushed her and winked as she winked back. This was definetly going to be fun.

Poe nodded. “I think it’s on purpose.” Poe said. “Much deserved after the hell I put her through.”

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“So you’ve been messing with Poe? For real?” Karé asked as she giggled. “You’re a genius!” she cried out as the three of you laughed. You were sitting outside, there was a celebration going on and the three of you were sitting by a small campfire, talking to yourselves.

“It was all Y/n’s idea.” Kaydel laughed.

Then, you raised an eyebrow at Karé. “Got any places you know he’d squirm at?” you said with a michevious girn. The two girls returned it as you all giggled.

“Well, he’s very sensitive on his right rib, and I have no clue why.” Karé replied as you smiled. “Oh I cannot wait to watch this from your side of the game!”

You slowly began digging your finer into your right rib as you watched Poe begin to squirm quite literally. He shifted in his seat slightly and brushed his fingers over his rib cage. Karé giggled as you dug it in slightly more, watching as he stands up. 

Snap watched him, laughing. “Oh boy, your soulmate has it out for you!” Snap said as Poe shook his head. Then, he looked over to the group of you. Quickly, Karé played it cool and waved him over.

He took a seat next to Karé and looked at the lot of you. “How are you ladies doing tonight?” Poe asked.

You all replied with forms of ‘good’ as Kaydel began to grap her neck. “Gods, I’m sorry I’m not giving you attention, honey!”

“You know your soulmate?” you asked, sitting up in your seat slightly. 

“Met him before I came here. He lives on Bespin, Cloud City. He promised once the war was over he would sweep me off my feet!” Kaydel sighed dreamily. “Any of you met yours?”

Karé raised her hand slightly. “Met mine on a mission. Super sweet guy in Naboo. We send letters back and forth. Never felt pain once but he says he has.. a lot.”

Poe looked to you. “And you, mystery girl who’s name I have yet to learn?”

“It’s Y/n, and not yet. I don’t feel much pain often, but I get casual migranes from him.” That was the biggest lie you’ve ever told. You could see in Kaydel’s eyes that she was impressed by how good you told it.

Poe nodded. “Mine loves playing games with me. She’s been giving me slight pains every day for a week now. But I give it to her, I gave her hell a few weeks back, so I kinda deserve it.”

Without looking down, you smashed your toe into the ground. Somehow, you managed to not react. Poe, on the other hand, did. He hissed as you smirked. “There she is?”

“Yep,” Poe agreed, looking back up. “there’s my girl. Somehow, this has made me fall for her. Anyone who can hurt themselves long enough withoit giving up is strong. Plus she’s fiesty, I like that.”

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“Give in, Y/n!” Karé said as you laid on her bed. “Poe’s madly in love with you and he’s never met you!”

Kaydel nodded in agreement. “He even called you ‘my girl,’ how sweet is that?!”

You held up your hand. “I won’t lie to you ladies, I did feel my heart twirl at that. How about this, one of you hurts me right in front of him so he figures it out.” The two girls nodded as you all made your way down to the mess hall for breakfast.

Sitting at Karé’s table, Snap, Poe, and the rest of Black Squadron joined you all. You nudged Kaydel’s foot as she got the sign, now was the time. 

“I’m gonna go get a water, I’ll be right back.” you said, standing up.

“Oh, wait!” Kaydel said, grabbing your hand. “Just stay, water can wait!” she yanked you down hard, you hissed at the impact your butt had with the stool. At the same time, you saw Poe’s eyes get wide.

He just stared at you blankely as you looked to him. “Surprise?” you said, throwing small jazz hands in the air. Karé just chuckled along with Kaydel as Snap looked to you all.

“I knew it! After Y/n’s scene a few weeks back with the gushing of blood and horrible pain, I knew it was Poe!” Snap said as he laughed along with the girls.

Poe looked to you, his expression dropping at the thought of you being in that much pain. “Can we... talk? Alone?” Poe asked as you nodded.

You both stood up as he lead you to a small hallway that no one was in. He looked to you and gave a small smile. “So it has been a game?” he asked as you smiled.

“This whole time.” you said as you ran a hand through your hair. “Look, before we talk about.. what happened on that mission? I don’t think I have ever felt that much pain in my life.”

Poe sighed. “Captured by the First Order. I was beaten and tortured, Kylo Ren dug through my mind. I’m so sorry, I wasn’t even thinking about you. I should have just told them-”

You cut Poe off. “No, Poe, listen. You did what you had to do. I- I’m proud of you. I’m not angry either, just giving you a small taste of your own medicine.” 

Chuckling, Poe looked into your eyes. “I wasn’t lying when I said that game made me fall for you. It’s... cute.” Poe smiled softly. “Just- no more rib stuff, okay?”

Smiling, you reached your finger to your rib as Poe quickly grabbed your arms. You laughed as you tried to squirm out of his grasp. Soon, he pinned you to the wall with your wrists pinned to the wall by his strong hands. Your laughing stopped as you stared into his eyes. “Can you kiss me?” you asked Poe softly. Happily, he leaned down and connected your lips, sparks igniting between the two of you.

Pulling away, he brought a strand of your hair into his fingers. “You really had Kaydel yank your hair?” he chuckled as you smiled and nodded. Leaning his mouth to your ear, you felt his hot breath. “I bet I could do better than she did. But let’s save that for after out first date.”

Poe grabbed your hand and dragged you to his X-Wing. “I’m going to show you the stars, darling.”

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[imaginexxharry]

Can you write some angst please? Like his girlfriend having a panic attack and Harry is so drunk at some party and he forgot about her , the next morning please

Okay this is a bit different Harry’s really drunk and selfish, and doesn’t think about Y/N and she gets really upset. ANGSTTTTT

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“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Jeff asks as his gaze turns to Harry almost passed out drunk in the passenger seat of the car.

You look over at him too and shake your head in disappointment at his current state. You were so upset, you almost didn’t hear Jeff talking to you.

“We will be fine, thanks for all the help.” You lied.

 Jeff’s offer to bring Harry back home would be helpful. But it was already so late, and he carried Harry all the way from the bar to the car. You didn’t want to bother him further.

“Okay get home safe.” He hugs you and kisses the top of your head.

“And you.” Jeff peers through the window of the passenger seat to see Harry. “Don’t give Y/N a hard time, ya hear?”

Harry smirks and laughs to himself. “Wouldn’t dream of i-t” He hiccups and pinches Jeff cheek.

You roll your eyes and hop into the driver seat slamming the door behind you.

“Oh Baby!” Harry brings his hand to his ears. “You don’t have to slam the door so hard. It hurts my ears.” He pouts and he almost looks cute.But you were too angry at him to think so.

“Shut up.” You snap.

“Ooop my girls a little feisty tonight.” Harry places your hand on your thigh as you drive home.

“Don’t touch me, Harry. I’m tired and all I wanna do is go to sleep because I have work tomorrow. But I have to take care of your drunk ass. I just need some peace and quiet.” Your head was pounding from all the loud music in the bar, you just needed to be home already.

The drive to the house takes 5 minutes. But that soon turned into 25 when rain started coming down like cats and dogs. You’ve never seen it rain so hard in your life. Great! Just another thing that went wrong.

Carrying a wet, drunk, and giggly Harry up the stairs to your house in the rain was something you didn’t want to be doing on a Tuesday night.

Harry was heavy and both of your guys' clothes got soaked. Your hair was sticking to your face and your clothes were ruined. And the same was for Harry the difference was that he didn’t seem to mind. He was laughing the whole way from the car to the front door.

“I love rain! It tastes so good!” Harry yells as he stumbles to get away from you. He opens his mouth wide and tilts his head up to the night sky to catch raindrops in his mouth.

“Harry keep your voice down, your gonna wake the neighbors.” You whisper harshly as you unlocked the door.

“That wouldn’t be the first time we have disturbed the neighbors,” Harry smirks and licks his lips, and you wanted to scream. Harry was always a horny drunk. Usually, you wouldn’t mind his playfulness but tonight you were too upset to entertain him.

You finally made it into your bedroom, and Harry plopped on the bed. His wet body coming in contact with the new comforter you bought last week.

“Harry! Get up your getting the bed all wet.” You shriek as you pull him up in sitting position.

“Oh I can think of many other ways to make that b-ed wet.” Harry smirks and starts laughing like what he said was the funniest thing ever.

You ignore his inappropriate drunk jokes and go to the closet to get new clothes for Harry to wear to bed. As you move away from the bed you catch a glimpse of the clock by the nightstand.

You gasp when you look at the time. You have to be at work in four hours. Running your hands through your wet hair you sigh and rub your eyes. You were drained and exhausted you just wanted to rest your eyes for a second.

“Can you get my Rolling Stone shirt, I want to wear that to sleep tonight. You know it’s my favorite!” Harry yells to you from inside the closet. You roll your eyes but don’t reply, and grab his clothes, and slams the closet door.

“Put your arms up” You tell Harry and he complies allowing you to take off his damp shirt that stuck to his body.

Before you could put on a clean shirt he took your wrists in his hands bringing you closer to him on the bed. His cold body made yours even colder.

“Harry…” you say with red eyes. He kisses your hands and pulls you in between his open legs.

“Harry… I’m exhausted. Can I just help you get dressed without you interrupting me.” You try to push away from him, but Harry wouldn’t let you.

“No. I don’t want to. Babyyyy I want you now. Pleaseee.” Harry pouts his lips and looks up at you.

He grabs the back of your damp hair and pulls you into a kiss. His kiss was sloppy because he was drunk. His lips were icy cold from the freezing rain that you had to drive through. The memory of Harry get drunk, getting drenched from the rain, and trying to get Harry home because he was too drunk flooded your mind.

You quickly pull away from his kiss, and you were fuming.

“You know what put on your own damn clothes, I’m not you mom!” You throw Harry’s shirt at his chest.

Harry looked down on his lap at the shirt you just angrily threw at him.

“You know Harry I told you I didn’t even want to go out tonight. But you were like “No baby it will be fun, we won’t stay late, I’ll drive home!” What a bunch of lies that was!”

He watches you as you put a frustrated hand through your hair.

“Don't be mad, I thought we could have a good time out.” Harry says.

“You! You would have a good time. Harry I told you I had work the next day and needed to be home at a decent hour! But you didn’t even care, instead, you got pissed drunk, and I have to take care of you on top of everything else when I should be getting a good nights rest before work tomorrow!” You didn’t realize tears of frustration started to form in your eyes.

“I do care about-“

“No you don’t, Harry you can be selfish at times and not even see it.” Harry suddenly could see the redness in your eyes, and tears you were choking back. You looked exhausted, and he felt guilty.

“I’m sorry I can’t party all night, not all of us are lucky enough to be millionaires, and not have a care in the world.” Hurt flash through his eyes, but you didn’t care.

“Love, I’m sorry-“ Harry tried to take your hand but you snatch it away.

“I’m too tired to talk anymore. I have work in a few hours. I’m gonna go shower before I catch pneumonia. Goodnight.” You wipe the tears from your face and go to take a shower.

You strip off your wet clothes and hop into the warm shower. You faced the water to try and cool down your anger and relax. You lean your head against the tile and sigh.

You didn’t mean to get in such a heated argument, but you were so angry you exploded. But Harry deserves it for being an asshole the whole night.

The sound of the shower curtain moving made you roll your eyes. “I want to be alone.” You tell Harry. But it was too late you could feel his presence behind you.

You could hear him doing something behind, but you were too tired to even turn around. You heard a squirting sound and the next thing you felt was Harry’s hands on your back.

Usually, you love taking showers with Harry. It was one of your favorite things to do together. It usually ended up with both of you laughing while having steamy sex.

But not this time because you were still angry at Harry for how the nights' events played out. So there was no laughing and defiantly no sex this time.

But it didn’t stop Harry from touching you, like he always has. And you couldn’t ignore how your body reacts to him, even when you're mad.

“You’re right Y/N…. it was wrong of me to not think of you and your needs.” Harry massages the soap into your tense shoulders. You held in a moan that was aching to get out.

“I was being selfish, and as your boyfriend, I can’t be selfish because you should come before anything else in my life. Your my number one.”

His hands moved down to your waist and stomach, but you still didn’t face him.

“Love, would you look at me?” Harry pleads to the back of your head. So you turn around, but you still don’t look at him, instead the shower curtain.

“So are you just gonna keep giving me the silent treatment?”

You stay quiet.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was a jerk tonight, I swear it won’t happen again.” Harry pushes your wet hair out of your face, and you lean into his touch.

You finally lock eyes with him. His eyes were still a bit bloodshot from tonight. But you could still see the sincerity in those beautiful eyes.

You brush his fallen wet curls off his face, and he closes his eyes and sighs in contentment.

“I’m glad you apologized. And I’m sorry too for blowing up like that and saying that about your work, I know you work hard for everything.”

“No I deserved it. Sometimes I get so caught up in my lifestyle that I forget. I forget that not everyone lives the way I do, and that’s fine. That’s what I love most about you. Your so hardworking and independent, and I never want to get into the way of that again. So I’m sorry-“

You reach up to Harry’s face and connect your lips with his. Harry was caught off guard that you were even kissing him right now. He thought you were still upset, but he didn’t object.

He pulls you closer to him by grabbing your slippery waist, and deepens the kiss. The sound of the water running and Harry’s mouth on yours was all that could be heard.

“I forgive you.” You say breathlessly as you pull away. “And you are right I am a hardworking independent women…”

Harry smiles down at you because you really were the women of his dreams.

“That don’t need no man.” You say playfully as Harry’s face transforms into a pout.

“Hey! That’s mean. I’m your mans and you love it!” You giggle and smile up at him.

“You’re right I do love it. And I also love you.”

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[celestialxmoons-blog]

one dance

summary: You’re a powerful witch and the love of Kol Mikaelson’s life, because of this, you are always pulled into the middle of every battle in hopes that your magic will have the upper hand. But tonight, you just want to let loose and dance. Of course, your night of drunken peace is interrupted.

warnings: none

word count: 1,531

The music was loud, blaring and disturbing every neighbor in the building. The vibrations of the bass caused the windows to shake but you could care less as your feet danced clumsily across the carpeted floor. The bottle in your hand was half empty and dangled from the tips of your fingers as you twirled in a small circle. The shirt you were wearing was one your boyfriend had left at your apartment the other night, it hung just above your knees and was slightly wrinkled from him never having the motivation to actually iron his own clothes.

Your apartment was a mess. An empty pizza box sat on the coffee table, your laundry was thrown haphazardly across the living room, and opened books were piled on the floor. But you had not a single care in the world, actually, you didn't really have a thought either. The alcohol in your system had taken control, blocking out any serious thought that tried to break into your clouded mind.

Being a witch in New Orleans was not an easy task but being a witch that was in love with a Mikaelson made everything that much more difficult. You were always pulled into the middle of every supernatural fight the Mikaelsons were apart of. No matter how much you disagreed or said the word 'no', you were always dragged into the middle, always forced to use your magic to the point you were so drained you'd have to sleep for two days straight.

Tonight you just wanted to let loose, to clear your mind of the overwhelming fight that was brewing between the Mikaelsons and Marcel. Sooner or later, they would be at your door, requesting your help. As always, you would comply happily.

But tonight, tonight you just wanted to dance. You wanted to let loose and be alone.

But you never got what you wanted. The music came to a sudden halt and you stopped dancing almost immediately, twisting around towards your stereo in a drunken haze. You stumbled slightly, the bottle slipping from your grasp and dropping to the floor, spilling most of its contents.

Your hair was now in your face, strands were knotted and half up in a messy bun. Your eyes landed on him, Kol Mikaelson, who had just so eagerly walked in without a simple warning. He was leaning against the wall, his fingers on the volume knob of the stereo and a cocky expression painted across his sharp features.

"I could hear your music all the way down the street, darling," He stated with a light chuckle, raising an eyebrow as he looked you up and down, seeming rather amused by your drunken state.

You had scoffed, pushing back your hair and narrowing your eyes. "I...I-I just, I wanted to dance." You stuttered or rather slurred.

Kol had simply rolled his eyes, moving away from the stereo and stepping towards you. "You're drunk," He noticed, his eyebrows still cocked with amusement.

You stared up at him, almost annoyed that he had just barged in. "Of course I am," You snapped. You were always snappy when drunk, your anger always got the best of you. But Kol adored that about you, he loved seeing you get all riled up. "Captain O-Obvious."

He snatched up the bottle from the ground and brought it up to his face, taking a small whiff of the alcohol that was sloshing inside. "Whiskey. You always like it so hardcore, don't you?"

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, "Go big or go home," You stated, flicking your wrist in a clumsy manner, using your magic to turn the volume up again.

Kol had flinched from the song that pierced his ears, scowling slightly. You turned away from your boyfriend and began to dance again to the music that filled the room, strands of your hair coming loose and sticking to the sweat stained on your cheeks.

"How about we turn the music down a bit? Vampire hearing," He called over the music, pointing towards his ears. His face was contorted into one of pain.

You glanced over your shoulder at him and grinned, shaking your hips and pulling the band from your hair, letting it fall messily over your shoulders. "I like it loud! You weren't invited anyway, deal with it." You pointed out.

He did it again, the music faded into a softer tone. The windows stopped shaking and you stopped dancing once more, more angry now than you had been earlier. As you turned, ready to scold him, you instead came face to face with him. Damn him and his speed, you thought as you gazed up at him through your thick eyelashes. He was grinning at you, that boyish grin of his always melted your heart.

You had raised your hand, your fingers twitching as the magic pulsed through your body. "I-I could e...easily break your neck with a flick of my wrist," Kol only laughed at your words.

"Darling, I do enjoy how fiesty you get when drunk," He mused, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you close to him. You were chest to chest now, you felt your heart pick up speed. "But let's be honest, you'd never hurt me no matter how annoyed you are."

He was right. You could never hurt him, he was far too special to you. He was the love of your life after all, how could you hurt him? Even though he got under your skin daily what with his sarcastic comments and 'I don't give a fuck' attitude, you never thought of using your magic to harm him in any way.

You pouted, leaning your spinning head against his chest as the two of you swayed slowly to the music that played. "Why are you here?" You asked, your voice becoming soft and almost defeated.

Kol tilted his head to the side, surprised that you didn't have another snarky comment. Instead he was more concerned with the tone your voice held. You sounded less annoyed and more tired now, but there was a hint of sadness that he detected.

"My brother asked me to come actually. Since I am the most important person in your life and you listen to me, blah blah blah," He said, mocking his older brother Klaus, "He needs your help for something. I told him no but he threatened to dagger me so here I am."

You sighed, feeling your shoulders slump and reality crashed down on you once more, suffocating you. Though the alcohol in your system was still there and affecting you, you didn't feel as drunk as you had before. You knew this would happen after all but you had thought you'd have one night to enjoy yourself. Guess you were wrong in that department.

Though you were appreciative of Kol trying to stand up for you towards the Original hybrid, you also didn't want him to be daggered. That happened twice already and it tore you to pieces every time, seeing him in that coffin broke your heart. It was best you just said yes and offered your help willingly.

"I'll get dressed," You muttered, pulling away from him and beginning to stumble towards your bedroom. Your knees shook and the room spun around you but you were determined.

How you were going to help Klaus while drunk was beyond you, you could barely see straight. But it was what had to be done.

Kol had reached out, wrapping his fingers lightly around your wrist and pulling you back towards him. He was gentle as he pulled you back into his chest, his strong arms wrapping firmly around your body. How peaceful it was to just have him hold you, you only wished you could stay like this for the rest of eternity. The way his hand slide up and down your back in a comforting manner made you want to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

"Not now, you're drunk. To be quite frank, my brother would throw a tantrum if you came stumbling into the compound." Kol pointed out, burying his face into your soft hair. "Plus, I think I could use a dance."

"You don't like to dance," You stated, nuzzling your face into his chest. The cologne he had on wafted into your nose, making you feel at ease.

Kol had shrugged, pressing a soft kiss on top of your head. "I only like to dance with you." He whispered gently.

Though you never said it out loud, he knew how stressed you were with all the responsibilities Klaus put on you. If the daggers didn't exist, he wouldn't allow it. But the daggers did exist and going against Klaus meant receiving punishment. He didn't want leave you.

"Tomorrow morning, you can see my brother." He muttered, pulling away slightly and resting his forehead against yours. "But right now, let's dance until you end up passing out on me." He added with a light chuckle.

Your eyes were closed and you nodded slightly, rubbing the tip of your nose against his affectionately. "Fine, I guess.”

[the-canary]

Languages of Saints - C.R (7/10)

Summary: A deal isn’t supposed to involve feelings, right? (Reader/Carter Baizen).

Prompt: “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

A/N: for @imcarterbaizen​ old challenge. shout out to my bff @ilsa-faustus because i know nothing about high end brands, and she helped picked the clothes for this. please don’t take the person wearing the dress as an actual visual of the main character, it is simple a reference for you to make a basis out of.  

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It’s easy to let work pile up, to let it be the only thing that dominates your mind to and back home from work. Numbers and words are easier to handle the people and emotions, you tend to ignore those until the fester and it’s too late -- work is always there with a straightforward answer in its numbers and it doesn’t talk back. You can disconnect with it and it doesn’t hurt like when a person stops interacting with you, maybe that’s why you could handle Rocio so well. Roci was forest fire that hid after she burned herself out and didn’t come back until she was some semblance of her former self -- for all the insane schemes she had put you through the years, she had never showed you that softer side of her personality -- and you never had either.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t the complete truth. There bits here and there, like the garden party, where you would stand by your best (and only) friend if it was called for. And in the same, twisted sort of way -- Rocio tried her best to protect you too. Though, it was too damn early to be sending her cryptic text messages when you had work in the morning

Don’t do it. You’ll just get hurt in the end.    

You move from your bed, as Monsieur makes a loud meow at the interruption to his sleep. You check the time again to see that it’s 4am. You groan and wonder what she means, roll around a bit more -- forgetting all about the message and going back to those strange dreams filled with cold numbers and equally as icy blue eyes -- not that you remember anything when your real time to wake up when morning comes around.

However, Carter Baizen isn’t the same type of rich person as Rocio. He likes poking and prodding at people in his own way until he finds something that bothers them. It had taken him a long while, but once he had found a weakness of yours; he went in for the kill. You were a natural workaholic and while it was something that he admired, it was also something he exploited after the gala event incident. No, it wasn’t that he made you work more, but in his own cheekiness of mentioning how he could ruin the events leading up to gala.

Since agreeing to being his plus one, it had opened some type gate to him trying to get a rise out of you. In the events you needed to attend, he was always dressed to the nines in Hugo Boss suits, but the moment someone turned around he was always making some type of slide remark and he did in moments where the possibility of getting caught was high. At this point you weren’t sure if he was trying to make you mad or trying to make you laugh. As in the current moment, Carter Baizen had taken you to a quick dinner with some “very”  important people in downtown Manhattan.

Personal assistant could be added to your resume at this point, but you weren’t sure that the scantily clad woman next to the man was here for the same reason as you. The man was complaining to the waiter about his steak when you hear a small murmur above the classical music.

“Always does it,” you glance to your right side to see sparkling blue eyes and a wagging eyebrow and you put two and two together. This man of high status complained about his steak to get it cheaper all the time. You don’t know why, maybe it’s the lack of sleep, the way he shakes his head with a silent laugh, or just how ridiculous the situation is that it has you letting out a snort, catching everyone’s attention as you grab your handkerchief pretend to sneeze.

“Excuse me,” you manage to say, as the man simply scolds you before going back to talking with Mr. Baizen. You can’t help the smile that blooms on your face for a moment, one that you try to hide behind the wine glass, as the meeting continues.

However, after everything is said and done, after the drunk business man and his “date” leave, Carter Baizen can’t help but let out a loud laugh into the humid New York air as your shake your head.

“What an idiot,” Carter lets out with while placing his hands into his pockets, you just shake your head but can’t help but agree silently, not that you would ever tell him. However, as he runs a hand through his hair with laugh lines around his eyes, you can’t help but think it looks good on him compared to all the other times you have interacted with him.

“You’re child, Mr. Baizen,” is all you’ll say on the subject, as he keeps laughing.  

The second time you think Carter Baizen is playing with you is when you come back from lunch and have a beautifully suited woman sitting on your desk. Her blonde hair is flowing to her shoulders. She’s wearing a pure white suit and accessories all over her hands and neck that you are sure cost more than you’ll ever make. However, the thing that stands out most are her high heels that shine gold in the artificial light, you pause momentarily out fear at the entrance of your office door, as beautifully painted brown eyes stare at you. Her mouth twitches just a little as you duck your head in.

“Umm, where you waiting for me?” you ask timid to stare, much less speak to such a stylish woman. It was easier with Rocio after years of friendship, but this woman was something all together. She drops down her legs from the desk and smiles.

“I’m Cameron,” she explains as you close the door, “One of Carter Baizen’s personal stylists, but for today I’ll be handling your dress attire for the gala.”

“I don’t think I need help dressing up,” you freeze up mortified at the attention and money suddenly being placed into what you wore, something that you still aren’t used to even after that shopping spree, “I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

“Ah, he said you would say that,” Cameron just keeps smiling while pulling out her phone and relaying a certain message, “Mr. Baizen says: Tell my lovely date, that I am personally paying for your services. It is a waste of your time and my money not to have her at her best, especially with so many potential donors for the children’s hospital. If not I could find someone with --”

“Please stop ,” you groan out, as she gives you a pointed smile, “So what do you need of me?”

“Your body,” she states as your eyes grow wide at her tone. She stands up, heels echoing on the linoleum, and crosses the distance between the two of you before pushing you outside once more, “And for you to do everything I say without a fuss.”

“I-I can try,” you say nervously as she drags your across the office and into the elevators. It isn’t much of a scene, but Cameron’s outfit and you just being out is enough to have a few eyes staring at you. Nick looks on from the water cooling station before waving at you to have a good whatever it is you’re doing.

“Thanks!” you yell back, as the blond chuckles behind you. You’re a little fearful over her next words as she takes you to the elevator -- where she is leading you, you have no clue.

“Just watch, we’ll have Carter Baizen graveling at your feet, sweetie.”

You don’t know if you should be excited or angry at the man who you are sure will be laughing about this later.

 Carter Baizen isn’t sure why he is feeling so nervous as he walks around the large hallway leading to the gala he is too attend this evening. He is perfection in a black on black Armani suit with his hair slicked back in just the right angle. He had his selling pitch ready for anyone that is even hesitating to give tonight with the charm amped up to 10x more than usual. Nothing could get in his way tonight, except that his date wasn’t here yet. Cameron had messaged him that there were few problems with the original dress and she was getting a new one last minute. It meant that you didn’t come together as planned, now he was waiting with no updates -- something that drove him a little stir crazy. He’s about have a very angry phone call with one of his favorite stylists, but then he hears it.

“And who are you with, miss?” the maitre d asks.

“I’m Mr. Carter Baizen’s plus one,” there is an unusual pitch to the voice that is usually so sarcastic and fiesty with him, but Carter at this point knows it by heart. Blue eyes look up and freeze at the sight in front of him. Hair pinned back with just a bit of makeup but bright red lips. They match your knee-length dress and jacket in its red-and-black combo with red heels to finish the combo.

He’s mesmerized, making a reminder that he needs to give Cameron extra the next time he sees her. He gets tunnel vision for a moment, as you get closer to him -- a worried look on your face.

“I’m sorry, something happened to the Chanel dress last minute. Cameron found this though,” you sway a little to emphasize the new dress and smile, “I think it looks better though.”

“Yeah, it looks great,” he tries to says as nonchalant as possible before grabbing your hand, though you give him a look that causes him to laugh, “None of that tonight. Smile and sell what you gotta for those kids, but not everything.”

His joke causes you to shake your head but he can feel you ease up just a little at you take your first steps into the large and highly decorated ballroom . Your eyes growing for moment.

“Mr.Bai--” you start, only to have him cut you off.

“ Tut tut , it’s Carter for tonight,” he reprimands you, which causes you to frown as blue eyes stare at your red lips for a moment. He knows for sure they are going to be a distraction for the rest of the night. But, instead of listening to whatever fears you might have due to fully emerging into the world of the filthy rich and famous of NYC, he just grabs your hand tighter and pulls you head first into the shark den. It was a bit harsh, but he knew you had it in you.

“Don’t forget to smile,” he chuckles quietly as the first old, wealthy couple makes its way to the two of you.

 Carter knows that there might some ramifications in letting you go on your own to talk to people here and there throughout the event. You were fresh meat for them without the cynical nature some rich people had. There was also the chance that someone might get too touchy-feely with you or someone talked in a certain way about your relationship with him because there were also rumors floating around when it came to him. But, he believed in your level-headedness and natural charisma that seemed to shine in the oddest of moments, plus he knew by now that you cared deeply about cause like this.

Nevertheless, he always stays close to you and as he watches you work your magic on the Livingstons, then the Winthrops, hell even the old Vanderbilt heiress falls under your spell as he watches each one of them head up front and make a donation after talking to you. You just might be even better than him, as he watches you laugh and talk to a certain famous news anchor. And for a moment he wonders it this is just all naturally you or something you have cultivated from knowing Rocio for so long. Eventually after talking and mingling, you end up sitting in one of the many side tables, jacket resting on the chair, as he comes to your side.   

“So, how are you enjoying yourself?” he asks, as you look up from your small tray of finger food with a tired smile, though the effect from hours before still hasn’t faded away. He grabs your hand and drags you to the large dancing space. You groan in annoyance, but say nothing, which Carter considers a win as he slips a hand around your waist and you place a hand on his shoulder, frown in place like always. He’s just getting used to it to live with it.  

“It’s nice, I guess,” you explain after a smile, as the song dies and a new one begins. It isn’t the same as the garden party. There isn’t any joking around as the soft jazz music plays and he drags you just a bit closer.

“But, not your thing?” he asks, as you shake your head. You bit your lip in thought for a moment, as blue eyes zoom into the action before you start talking once more.

“Hmm, I’m sure that some people would love this glitz and glamour, spending time dancing and eating the best food while wearing an expensive dress,” you look down motion to said fancy thing before admitting the truth, “But in all honesty, I would rather be eating Thai with Monsieur right now.”

“Monsieur?” he has heard everything you had said, and while he mull over it later, Carter asks about the thing strange in that statement.  

“Ah, my pet cat,” you clarify as he nods, though ready to add something. However, you beat him to the punch, “And yes, I’ve already heard the old cat lady jokes.”

He laugh as you look away in embarrassment but then think about everything you had said on how you would rather be relaxing than putting up pretenses, and he can’t help but agree. So instead of going back to the table were your jacket is placed, he starts heading toward the entrance. In your confusion you protest just a little, though thankful that all your important stuff in a small pocket on the side of the dress as Carter Baizen drags you from the gala event --clock close to striking midnight-- and to god knows where.      

 You never make it an easy job for Carter Baizen to have you enter his car, as you frown and complain that you aren’t going anywhere without knowing to which borough he had in mind. He can’t help but reminisce to the party all those months back and grin before letting you know that you were heading to Brooklyn for some real food -- something your stomach greatly approved of. This lead to you and the Carter Baizen to be sitting in your formal wear on a bench on the side of of the Brooklyn Bridge with a pizza between the two of you. It’s silent for a long while, as both of you take your fill, though you try your hardest to make sure the dress doesn’t get any food on it. The silence eventually bothers Carter too much, as he asks the first thing that pops into his head, while staring at the murky waters not that far away.

“So, do you enjoy this type of stuff,” he asks as you turn to look at him, searching for a further explanation, “Charity, helping people?”

“You’re really are a rich boy,” you say with a little malice, as if you had an old anger for something you couldn’t stop years ago, “But, not everyone has the type of money to have preventative care or to pay for their medicine.”

“Who?” he can’t help but ask because he knew the everyone at Baizen Co. had a pretty good healthcare packet compared to other companies, especially you. So, it had to be something connected to your past and it go him curious.

“Doesn’t matter,” you cut him off from learning anything about the part of your life, before taking a bite of pizza, closing off this part of the conversation, “Nostalgia won’t bring the things you love back.”

“How noble of you,” he bites back like a child, as you frown.

“Ah… thank you for the backhanded compliment,” you bite back and he can’t help but be caught off guard that you are calling him back on his attitude in your own way.  

“I didn’t mean like that,” he gives a weak excuse as it’s your turn to have that particular grin on your face, in order to push back the unpleasant thoughts of what you had just talked about.

“Hmm,” is all you say as a response.

“You’re a tough one to crack,”  he admits in annoyance, before running a hand through his hair as it to emphasize his exasperation towards you even more. Though, he should know that the feeling was mutual by now.   

“Would you want it any other way?” you start before going off, while pointing at him with annoyance in your voice, but not much else as when he first meet you,  “Or do you enjoying having those young ladies falling at their feet, calling you nicknames, what are they --Saint Carter, Car Car -- while none of the work gets done? I’ve known you long enough to know that you appreciate efficiency over anything else.”

“Ah, you have me there,” he states with a shiteating grin on his face at your little tirade, leaning back onto the bench, full from the meal as he adds on,“Spitfire.”

“Now that’s a compliment, Mr. Baizen,” you nod, before adding much to his surprise, “So, got any good stories to tell?”

“Like what?” he asks while turning just to look at you -- more carefree than usual underneath the moon and streetlights that he wished he had a camera to capture the moment.  

“Like Texas or Machu Pichu?” you tease, remembering what Rocio had told you once from her own stories,  and hopeful to move the discussion into something happier, “Maybe even that Bass famous rivalry?”

“You really wanna hear about all that?” Carter asks, a curious uptick in his voice as he wonders why you would want to know about all the stupid things he had done back in his youth. You just shake your head and laugh.  

“Entertain me,” ( It’s a date isn’t it?) is the thing you want to tack on, but shut your mouth at such a thought, regardless of anything else this man was your boss ahead of anything else.

You pause even more staring at the pizza in your hand, as Carter starts telling you stories that have you laughing at his antics and the general attitude that all these rich people had, but you could see how this allowed Mr. Baizen to con them, though things didn’t always end up well for him as times either. And while you enjoy the rest of the night, you can’t help but think towards the end  -- when the hell did your view of Carter Baizen change?  

Don’t do it. You’ll just get hurt in the end.    

You hear Rocio’s words ringing in your head, completely unaware that said man was looking at you like you have hung yp all the stars in the sky.

Part 8

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Actually, he's doing me today. - J Cody

Tick. Tick. Tick. Seconds feeling like minutes as they passed, each minute feeling like an hour. I hadn't seen J in a month, and god that month felt like hell on earth, even after weeks of pleading and pleading with him to take me with him, he'd still said no. In his eyes I were safer with another Cody only a phonecall away.

Mexico felt like a dream to me, J promising to take us away from all this bullshit, that was the deal, he'd save enough, pull any job he could just to scramble enough to get us both out. And now with Smurf in prison, I knew he felt more free, more like himself. For the past month I gave in to him; letting Deran keep a watch over me even though he swore J didnt say shit to him and having Craig stop me going too crazy, or drinking too much just that bit sooner with him on nights in, but even though he joked that it was because he couldn't keep up, I just knew J had said something.

It was no surprise that J had gained control in this relationship, and as tough and fiesty as I knew I could be, he knew how to show me he still had that power, even when he wasnt right by my side. Even so, Id been stupid enough to let him to persuade me to wait up for him tonight. When he'd told me he'd be late I'd assumed he meant around midnight but as 5am rolled around I knew oh how very wrong I was.

The sound of the lock turning made me sit bolt up on my knees, trying my hardest not to look tired or for better words, shattered. When he slipped through the door, he looked just as he did when he'd left but he was more tanned now, his eyes seemed brighter and as his eyes caught mine, his face lit up. He dropped his blue rucksack at the foot of the bed, climbing on the matress to me, capturing my lips in a deep kiss.

He was magical, and I were sure it was only a dream until my head hit the pillows, and his body was still ontop of mine, kissing me with such passion that I was left speechless. "I wanted to be mad at you, Joshua, but you walk in here and kiss me like that and i can't bring myself to be angry."

"I'll make it up to you, all we've missed," he started peppering kisses along my neck , making me melt into him. "Just don't stop saying my name." my voice was 'music to his ears' as he'd said before and as much as i knew he resented being called Joshua or even Josh for that matter, he'd let me, just because of how good it sounded to him, raw in his ears; that was heaven to him.

I'd managed to slow him down and get him talking about his month away; all the near misses and the triumphant points. He kept saying how much he loved me, he wanted us and only us, He knew the boundaries of this second chance, and He'd pushed it with this trip, but he swore then and there that it was all for us.

And he'd done it, the waiting and praying paid off and now we had enough, to live comfortably, to buy our house together and go. He wanted to celebrate but I on the other hand coaxed him into spending a couple hours with us wrapped up, just talking, smiling, laughing. He was soppy as soon as I said how lonely I'd felt, pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder, mubling about how sorry he was. It didn't take long for his lips to find my neck again, and for him to start replacing the nearly fully faded marks.

"don't tease me, J, I've waited too damn long for you". From then on it was tunnel vision for him, I was so focused on him that I'd hardly heard his phone ring a third time. He sat between your legs, biting his lip gently, before leaning down to press a dizzying kiss to my lips, leaving him long enough to pull off my underwear.

Once his fingers were inside me, it was enough to pull me from the silence I'd kept; the room filling with moans as he continued to tease me ever so slightly. The fourth ring of his phone was driving me crazy, I needed him left alone. "Give me your phone, J." He tossed me the cell, before lowering down so that his face was level with my pussy.

His rough hands pulled your hips closer to his face, his tonuge making light work on my pussy, sending you into a bliss I'd previously craved. My fingers tangled into his soft curls, as I moaned out for him. "Fuck, Josh, that's so good."

I answered the phone, pulling it to my ear, staright away having Pope's voice ramble on. "J where the fuck are you, we're supposed to be doing property shit for smurf." he finally finishes. I laugh slightly. "Actually, he's doing me today, so I'm afraid you'll have to cover it on your own." J pulls the phone from my hands, ending the call, and turning the phone off. "No distractions."

I knew he wanted to make me know that he was in control, so he pulled away, leaving me craving more, yet he stood smirking down at me, with a lustful darkness in his eyes. My breathing was heavy and I was looking up at him with a furrowed brow; frustrated about the amount of clothes he was wearing. So I reach out to him to pull his shirt over his head, only to be met with my hands being pinned above my head.

"It feels like i haven't touched you in years, yet you're fucking soaking for me." I lean up slightly only to catch his lips in another teasing kiss, tugging his bottom lip between my teeth as he pulls away. I speak in a hushed tone, legs wrapping around his hips as he's hovering above you. "Then fuck me like an animal, J, you know you've missed being rough with me."

His hips had me pinned into the sheets as he slowly sank into me, and I'm sure that if it wasnt for my soft moans or fngers wrapping around his bicep, he'd have already fucked me halfway across the room. He was an animal when he wanted to be, but right now he was flling me up to the hilt so fucking slowly I swore I could feel every vein, and we both knew what was coming, and he just wanted me to feel it. I could hardly find the time to adjust to him before he'd pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting back in roughly; not stopping there but continuing go build up a rough, deep and fast pace.

He was starved, and was ravishing all of me like the predator finishing its prey. J's fingers were gripping my hips with such passion and roughness that I could feel them brusing the harder he fucked me, and oh I wanted nothing more than for him to mark and take what was his. "Are you gonna cum for me, baby?"

All I could pull together was a string of moans as I felt it, building and building. My nails were dragging down his back, as he pushed me through your release, while coming down from his own.

Two weeks had gone by, and we were packing all the last minute things, nearly ready to go. The boys knew and they were happy for us both. I stood, looking out the mountains of shit, assessing everything and making sure everything was in order, "You think we have everything?" after no response you turn around "..J?" I hear him speak softly, I look down to see him sat on the floor with a ring between his fingers.. "Will you marry me?" he was still looking down at the ring between his fingers, "I'm not traditional, I don't play by the book. I'm indecisive and my thoughts never fail to stray back to you, you my are my idea of romance with either a long deep and meaningful chat or I fuck you into next week and yet you're the one person who gets me." He sighs, looking up at me as if it were the first time, "At least this Is one step towards our family life." I sit infront of him, taking the ring before throwing my arms around him, "Yes, J, Ill marry you."

after being sat there together, exchanging soft kisses and letting him slip the beautiful diamond ring onto my finger, I finally get to my feet, "I'm gonna take these last little bags out to the car and then I'll help with the boxes, yeah?" He smiles up at me, i lend a hand and help pull him to his feet, he tilts my chin up before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

I haul one bag over my shoulder, holding the car keys in one hand and another duffle in the other, I step out onto the drive, and walk toward the car, opening up the boot to squeeze the last bags in. I'm taken by surprise when a hand covers my mouth and the barrel of a gun is pressed to my temple. "Don't make a sound," the unfamiliar male voice speaks, his accent holding a Mexican accent to it. "You play nice and I wont hurt you, probably cody's little plaything huh?" I choke back tears, reaching up to try and pull the man's hand from my mouth. "Beautiful ring there, a shame," he pauses, "This makes things a whole lot more interesting."

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Figure It Out/// Sirius Black x Hufflepuff! Reader

REQUEST: Can I request a Sirius x hufflepuff reader fic where they both hate each other and always fight, reaaaally angsty. As angsty and sad as you can. And then she starts avoiding him. His friends make him realise he has feelings for her so he tries to find her. He sees her walking to her common room and grabs and kisses her but she pushes him away and he kisses her again(heated kiss pls) and yes happy ending. But please before the happy ending make it as angsty as Satan allows I wanna cry my eyes out

WORD COUNT: 1,551

WARNING(S): angst, angst, angst, cussing

A/N: Hey! So I’m finally getting these requests done so requests are open! I’m hoping to get a few fics done tonight but honestly I’m tired and a little in pain so who knows if I’ll even get this one done but we’ll see. I hope you enjoy!

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  As soon as you saw him, you knew he was coming. His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared slightly and you just knew. You wondered if he’d just turn around and walk in the other direction but he kept walking towards you. You tore your eyes away from him, looking straight ahead.

  As you passed, he bumped into you hard enough for you to stumbled to the side slightly. “Watch where you’re going,” you shouted. You stared at him angrily and he slowly turned around. You could tell that he was still annoyed but now his face was mostly indifferent.

  “I wouldn’t have to watch if you just stayed out of my way.” You took a step closer to him, crossing your arms.

  “Don’t tell me what to do.” He seemed almost amused at this point.

  “Well, aren’t you a little fiesty.” He looked down at the yellow on your uniform. “For a Hufflepuff.” You became even angrier at the insinuation that Hufflepuff’s were weak.

  “Well, you’re just enough of an ass to be a Gryffindor so I’m not surprised.” You saw something wash over his face for just an instant. A mix of every negative emotion you could think of. Anger. Annoyance. Disgust.

  Finally, his face came back to it’s neutral experience. He smiled slightly. He leaned down closer to you and his hand came up, tracing down the length of your tie before grabbing it and pulling you closer. You were so close you could feel his breath on you. You could make out every detail in his eyes. His very angry, very intense eyes.

  “Listen,” he said lowly. “You ever talk shit about Gryffindor again and I’ll make sure you never say anything again. Never.” You tried to lean away but his grip was too tight. You no longer felt like arguing, now you just felt like leaving.

  You felt like you might cry soon and knew that you had to leave. You didn’t want him to see you cry. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You tried pulling away again. He seemed to see the sadness in you eyes and his eyes softened slightly.

  For a moment, you thought you saw something in him which you’d never seen before. You couldn’t quite place it but there was something there that you couldn’t recognize. There was a pause with both of you just looking at each other. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold your tears back.

  Thankfully, he seemed to realize how long he’d been staring. His eyes went back to how they’d been before and he leaned away. His hand fell back to his side. He cleared his throat before talking again. “I...I’m getting tired of your shit, (Y/L/N).” He looked away quickly. “Get out of here.”

  He looked back at you just as your lip was beginning to quiver. He looked shooked. His lips parted slightly as if he were about to say something but you turned away before he could. You began to walk quickly in the other direction, practically running. Sirius seemed to realize what he had done.

  “(Y/N), wait…” You could barely hear him as you began to cry. For a moment, Sirius considered running after you. He let out a sigh before clenching his jaw and his fist. He turned in the other direction and began walking.

  Sirius sat on the couch in front of the fire. James was sitting next to him telling him some story from Quidditch practice or something. Sirius wasn’t even paying attention. He was thinking about you. He wondered if you were okay. Maybe he should apologize.

  He felt James’ hand grab his shoulder. “Sirius,” he said. Sirius looked over at him.

  “What?” James’ eyebrows came together in confusion.

  “I asked you a question. Are you even paying attention?” Sirius turned back to the fire, sinking further into the couch. There was a frown on his lip.

  “No.”

  “What’s wrong?” Sirius looked at him briefly before looking back at the fire, wondering if he should even bring it up.

  “Nothing.”

  “Come on, mate. You haven’t been present all afternoon. You’ve got this weird look in your eyes. What’s going on?”

  “I just...it’s that Hufflepuff. (Y/N). “

  “The one you’re always talking about.” Sirius face became annoyed.

  “I’m not always talking about her.”

  “Yeah, you are. You’re always talking about hating her but based on how much you talk about her, I don’t know.”

  “First of all, I don’t hate her, she just frustrates me, constantly. There’s just something about her. It’s like she makes me crazy.” James eyebrows went up momentarily.

  “Hmm, do you want to know what I think?”

  “Does it matter if I do or don’t?” Sirius flopped his head to the side.

  “No. So what I think and what I’ve thought for a very long time is that you’ve actually got a thing for her. I reckon if you just admit your feelings and apologize for being such an ass, maybe you can actually be with her.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about the fact that you’ve clearly got a thing for her, whether or not you’re willing to admit it. You’ve obviously done something incredibly stupid that you should probably apologize for so if I were you I’d go ahead and get to it. Before it’s too late.”

  Sirius wanted to be stubborn but he knew James was right. He never wanted to admit it to you or anyone. Not even himself. Maybe there was something he saw in you. Maybe sometimes you smiled and he instantly felt happier. Or you’d laugh and the whole room seemed a bit brighter to him.

  He tried not to think of it but once it was stated so bluntly to him now that was all he could think about and it was eating at him. He felt like he couldn’t stay there a second longer without knowing what was going on with you. He pushed himself off the couch, feeling a bit annoyed that he had listened to James. He could see James smiling out of the corner of his eyes which didn’t help his mood.

  When Sirius finally reached the Hufflepuff common room, he realized he had come at the perfect time. You were stepping out of the entrance, going somewhere. When you spotted him and instantly regretted leaving.

  Sirius froze up as soon as he saw you. So both of you just looked at each other, waiting for the other to do something. You turned to walk back in the common room and he took a step closer. “Wait.” You didn’t know why but you actually listened to him.

  You turned around. “What do you want?”

  “I um...I wanted to talk.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “We need to talk.”

  “There’s nothing to talk about. You’ve said everything you had to say earlier.” Your voice broke slightly towards the ends of the words. “I just don’t get it. I don’t get what I ever did to you.” The tears were back now and you didn’t try to hold them back. They streamed down your face. “Ever since you met me, you’ve hated me. I just don’t understand.”

  Your hands went up to cover your eyes and he came closer until he was standing right in front of you. Before you knew what was going on, he was lifting your chin with his thumb and index finger. Then his lips were on yours in a heated kiss. His other hand was on your hip. You found yourself kissing him back but then you realized what you were doing and pulled away.

  “What the hell,” you shouted. “You think that’s any kind of answer. You treat me like shit for years and think you can just kiss me and make me forget everything. How dare you.” You were still crying and you could see the sadness in his eyes.

  “Can I explain myself?” You knew you shouldn’t, he didn’t deserve for you to listen. Everything he put you through...everything. You weren’t just going to forgive him. You pulled away and his hands removed themselves from your body.

  “Fine.” He ran his hand through his hair, anxiously.

  “I don’t really know how to explain it. It’s only really recently come to my attention how I feel and now I feel horrible about everything I’ve done and said. That’s not much of a consolation, I’m sure. You shouldn’t even be talking to me right now. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you.”

  “That’s obvious.” He laughed slightly. “That still doesn’t explain why you’ve been such an ass.”

  “It doesn’t. I’m not quite sure. I think maybe I don’t know how to handle my feelings and that sounds like nonesense.” He sighed. “I don’t really know. I need to figure that out and I really want to, for you and for me.” You stared at him then stared down at your feet.

  Finally, you stared back up at him. “Well, when you figure it out…” You paused, placing your hand on his cheek. You leaned up slightly and kissed him. He was still, anticipatory, letting you control the movement. You pulled away slightly. “Just let me know. Then we can talk some more.”

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Quick thoughts from re-re-re-replaying “Blind Date”/”Jail Break”

-tennessee’s power sure is gun

-Tennessee’s ““rescue”” of Carmelita is mostly him saving her and Toothpick’s driver from said driver’s suicidal incompetence. You shoot some bad guys but it’s mostly ensuring they don’t both.... die immediately CAN’T LET THE STAGECOACH HIT THAT BAHRRIER

-carmelita’s entrance into the story proper sure is being kidnapped by a dude and requiring rescue from another bunch of dudes (The fact she immediately enacts a counter-rescue mitigates it, but on balance it’s still iffy)

-Someone said recently they felt Sanzaru overplayed the ~~spicy Latina firecracker~~ thing, and, yeah, I see it. Carmelita’s often very down to earth - in Sly 1 she’s always deadpan, real Rosa Diaz stuff - but in Blind Date she pronounces “Car-me-li-ta” all broken up with little bodily wiggles and it’s... a lot HOO-EY YOU ARE FIESTY

-i cannot hear any of this fun riverboat banter over the constant sound of explosions

-L1 + R1 + shock pistol’s Autofire setting = gameplay

-The boat heals between sections which works for me since I am not on my A-game tonight

-Tennessee is barely harmed by a gunshot to the face, which on balance makes a lot of sense

-Tennessee and Carmelita teaming up to save the others feels like an awesome and special moment, but it does sorta underline how the other ancestors don’t get personal little adventures like this. The closest is Murray training Bob. Who’s Bentley’s time friend?

-Carmelita is angry at Sly but hopes “Bentley and Murray are alright” and that’s good shit

-I shot the locks immediately and it took like 15 seconds. Toothpick was saying “Kid Cooper! So nice of you to show u-” as the cage opened

-Le Paradox, whose greatest asset is his impeccable reputation as a civilian, unloads stolen cargo personally

-Carmelita is so shocked by this that she goes into a mild catatonia, allowing low-level grunts to surround her, restrain her, and bring her to a time machine. Sounds like our Inspector Fox alright. Always zoning out for minutes at a time

-I would’ve liked to end this on a funnier or more interesting note than that but Jail Break autoplays that cutscene so here we are

[depressedlibra]

Nobody asked, but here are my favorite to less favorite signs

Just bc I can't sleep and I don't feel like shutting up tonight so here we go 1. Pisces- Pisces are fun as shit and all around good people. They're funny as shit and they're sensitive to others, but not to the point where they let others walk all over them, which I really admire. Every Pisces I met has just been so ...iconic. They get shit for "flip flopping" with their emotions but to be honest I think the deepest thinkers are the ones who are constantly battling their emotions/thoughts-not knowing what is certain and what isn't.Also the best human being alive (Rihanna) is a Pisces and I don't think that's a coincidence 2. Libra- (I'm biased bc I'm a libra too) but I have never met a libra I didn't love. Libras are so charismatic and kind to others but not in a fake way but in a way where they really want those around them to be happy (when the group is happy, a libra is happy) they're also extremely balanced and always weighing the goods and bads of every situation. They are the neutrals of everything and always trying to help solve conflicts. They love justice and are always trying to do the right thing. They get shit for being flirty but if you can't handle your partner harmlessly flirting w someone else then that's more of a personal issue than a libra issue !! 3. Leo- Leos are FUCKING CRAZY !!!!!! I've never met anyone funnier than a Leo omg. So wild. They're so fun to be around like your life is instantly brightened by a leo.... they're the type to slash all 4 wheels of ur ex's car if they cheat. They get shit for being selfish/self absorbed but that's what makes them so fiesty/funny and also confident....people are just threatened by that 4. Aries-omg where do I begin w Aries ........ they're so strong. You can't fuck w an Aries. They will end your life in one minute. They truly don't let anyone walk over them. They're still so funny and charming and if you have an Aries by your side you are set for L I F E. they are the definition of ride or dies. But tbh I love Aries but sometimes they can be so fake like they just create fights for the fun of it bc they love the rush of fighting others/also they love to be in control at all times so they can come off so stubborn and childish ......like an Aries on a good day is the best thing but an Aries on a bad day is sooooo fucking annoying ....like they really do think they're better than everyone else...Mariah Carey is the EPITOME of an Aries too omg 5. Virgos- omg virgos are so fucking sweet !!!! They truly have the best hearts and the purest intentions out of all the signs. They are so generous and putting others before themselves. They're like that mother figure n when something bad happens to you or you're stressed about life you wanna go straight to a virgo. But they're soooo self sacrificing they just end up sabotaging themselves ...like they let people walk all over them and they know it and they just cry about it instead of standing up for themselves. I love virgos but I can't be around them to long bc it aggravates me to see them so spineless and also it makes me so sad for them !!!! 6. Taurus- taurus' to me are like a less intense Virgo. Theyre so sweet and kind and have such big hearts as well but they are more honest and communicative with their feelings so if they think you're walking all over them they're gonna call you out. I love Taurus' they're so cute but tbh I've only met a few so I haven't met enough to make too many judgements on them. 7. Cancers- everyone hates cancers but I love them lmfaooooo I think it's funny how emotional they are but also I admire how emotional m/vulnerable they allow themselves to be !!!! They are truly so in touch with themselves and their emotions and honestly ....mood ! If you wanna cry bc someone talked to you in a weird tone and you thought it was passive aggressive then do you 8. Scorpios- everyone also hates Scorpios but (as I've said) I have a legit thing for them lmfaoooooo, they're so sexy n mysterious and they're like that boy that you wanna fix emotionally bc he's so damaged and you want to earn his trust ......but yeah Scorpios are fucking crazy lmfaooooo you will never meet a sign so angry/jealous/possessive/paranoid as a scorpio 9. Sagittarius- sagittariuss annoy me idk. I feel like they're the definition of chaotic neutral/ every Sagittarius I've met has been a serial dater and place all their worth in whoever they're dating and that just annoys me...... idk that's all I think about them......Taylor swift must be a Sagittarius 10. Gemini- I don't have to say why, you all already know. They're scary......truly capable of terrible things 11. Capricorns- I fucking hate capricorns. They're such trash people. They have no hearts they're the human equivalent of a corporate machine ....I made a post about this already so if u want my reasoning read that

[ranya-smut-blog]

Murmuring Hearts

Strewn across the couch, Kaia Reyes-Woods pressed her face into a book. Partially, she listened to her mother clack around the house, heels clicking against the floorboards as she got ready for her night out. ‘Kaia,’ Raven called, beckoning her daughter up the stairs.

The 10 years old followed her mother’s voice, finding her in the master suite, earrings in her hands, dress on but not zipped. Raven smiled at her daughter, lips pursed together warmly. ’Can you zip me up?’ She asked. Kaia nodded softly, stepping forward to zip the back of her mother’s black dress. ‘I have to ask you something,’ Raven started, turning once her dress was fastened. Her daughter took a step back, her face guarded just like Anya’s. Kaia hummed. Raven sat on the nearest surface, causing the worry in Kaia’s eyes to flare. ‘How do you feel about moving in with Wick?’

‘What?!’ Kaia asked, jaw dropping open. Wick, although sweet, was not the only one for her mother. Her mother’s boyfriend of almost two years, CEO to a conglomerate, had slowly been integrating himself into their lives. ‘Mommy, no. He lives in New York! And that’s when he’s in this country at all. What about school? What about my specialists? What about mom?’

‘This doesn’t concern your mother.’

‘But it concerns me, you’re asking me if I’m okay with it. Which, I’m not, by the way!’ Kaia backed towards the door. There were times where her daughter reminded Raven of Anya. The connection, still, was too real to be ignored.

Raven sighed heavily, her shoulder’s hunching, her hands falling in her lap. ‘We’ve been divorced five years, honey, we’ve got to think about the future, yours, mine … ours.’

‘And she can’t be involved in that?’

‘Not with me, she can’t. We’re done, Kaia, there’s no going back.’

‘Good to know,’ the little girl huffed, turning on her heel and disappearing out the door. Kaia wa fiesty one like her moms, smart mouth and intelligent for her age.Raven heard her feet stomp down the hallway and her bedroom door slam open, before her feet retraced their steps until they hit the stairs.

‘Where are you going?’

‘To Mom’s!’ She shouted back up the stairs, voice angry, feet skipping every second step.

‘It’s not her weekend,’ Raven shouted. She had every second weekend with Kaia, and the last half of her school breaks. That was the deal. But, unfortunately for Raven, Anya only lived fifteen minutes away. Also Polis was really small town,everyone knew everybody. Close enough for their ten year old to jump between houses whenever she so felt like it. More often than not, Kaia was with Anya.

‘I don’t care!’ Kaia chorused, her voice singing sarcastically, feet still smacking against the floor. Raven didn’t try to stop her, not really, it was Friday night, she had a date with Wick, she couldn’t force Kaia to stay at home by herself when her mother was only just down the road.

*

Kaia’s bike clattered against the pavement, metal skidding slightly under her mother’s car, as she fled from it. She crashed through the door, letting it slam shut behind her, alerting the woman in the kitchen to her entrance.

‘Hey, Nugget,’ Anya grinned, wiping her hands with a dishcloth. Kaia flew to her, her arms wrapping around her mother’s waist and clinging on tightly. ‘What’s wrong?’ Her voice was concerned immediately, hands on her daughter’s shoulders. Kaia shook her head against Anya’s chest. The idea of her mother picking up their lives and moving them to another state was still frozen in her veins, caught just on the tip of her tongue. She could barely wrap her mind around it, let alone voice it. Of course they would be the ones to uproot themselves, Wick had a big, important job, he couldn’t do that from Polis all year round.

Kaia stepped back, wiping tears from her cheeks as she shrugged her shoulders. ‘I won’t refuse Thai for dinner.’

‘Kaia,’ Anya pulled her back into a hug, ‘a girl after my own heart’.

‘And, the only one, right? Not including Mom, that is.’ She finished slyly, checking in on her mother’s social life. Kaia spent enough time with her to know she wasn’t seeing on on a permanent basis, but that didn’t mean - to her - that there wasn’t someone.

‘Does this have something to do with your Mom?’ Anya asked, eyes locked onto the brown of her daughter’s.

She uttered the single name that made her stomach roll, ’Wick’.

Kaia’s eyes fluttered towards the ground, even without looking at her mother she knew she had drawn her shoulders back, prepared to storm out of the house and give Wick was he deserved. ‘Did he hurt her? You?’ Kaia shook her head quickly, throwing a towel on the fire of her mother’s anguish.

‘Mom wants to move in with him,’

‘Oh,’ Anya couldn’t avoid the dejected sound, as something cold slid right through her heart. Kaia hummed, turning her back on her father to flop down on the couch. ‘Doesn’t he live in London?’ Kaia nodded.

‘He has an apartment in New York too - spends a lot of his time there. When he’s not wining and dining Mom.’

‘They’re on a date tonight?’ she tried so hard not to pry - honestly - she did so well most of the time. Staying away from Raven’s life like she stayed away from hers. It was easy at first, when they divorced, she reenlisted, went back to the navy, spent sometime back on the water before coming home. He had hopped to patch things up with her, but, there was no remorse, only little Kaia patiently eager for her mothee.

Her daughter wasn’t a gofer between them. She said what she wanted when she felt she should say it. He never asked for information, occasionally Raven’s life became topic, most of it from Kaia’s frustrated lips.

She hummed, responding to her mother’s question, before slipping to the floor and shuffling through her DVD cabinet. ‘Iron Man, or something on Netflix?’ She asked, changing the topic when she saw fit.

Anya perched herself on the couch’s armrest, watching over her daughter’s shoulder lightly, as she bounced a DVD case in her hand, and fiddled with the PlayStation remote. ‘Kaia,’ she sighed, ‘I’m not telling you what to do here. But, just know you don’t have to go with your Mommy if you don’t want too.’ she needed her to know that, the option was there, she could stay with her. Raven definitely wouldn’t like it, but she would allow it.

Kaia shook her head, ‘I don’t want to have to choose between the two of you. You’ve been apart all these years and not once have you made me choose.’ Her bottom lip wobbled, she watched her jaw shift. ‘I don’t want to choose.’ The wail that broke the end of her sentence was still unexpected, regardless of her tells. Anya dropped to the floor,sighing as she pulled the young girl into her lap. Anya soothed her like she was a small child all over again, like they were back in the days were both her mothers would rush to her room during a nightmare.

She cradled the girl in her arms, rocking them softly as she promised she wouldn’t have to pick between the two. That Raven, if necessary could be talked down from the ledge - it could be resolved. ‘Please, Kaia, don’t get too worked up.’ Anya watched her breathing, measured the length and depth. It had been years since they’d had an incident, but it didn’t stop Anya from keeping an eye on her. ‘You alright?’ she asked simply, dropping a kiss to the top of her head as Kaia nodded slowly against her chest.

‘I don’t understand why the two of you just don’t try to make it work again.’ Kaia sniffled, her bottom lip pouting.

‘It’s not that easy, Kaia, you don’t remember the way we used to fight.’

She grumbled against her shirt softly, ‘I don’t remember the last time I saw the two of you in a room together.’

*

They settled into their night easily, mother and daughter, Thai food in their laps, Harrison Ford on their screen. Kaia didn’t voice anything else about Raven, instead she prattled on about the baseball game she had that weekend, or running an audio commentary through the movie. She quietened halfway through, her words softer, less frequent. Anya thought nothing of it, watching as the sun set around them, knowing the girl was tired.

The second movie was only minutes in, Short Stack making his appearance when Kaia sat forward, her head hanging between her shoulders, one hand on her chest. Anya turned to her slowly, curiosity watching her, as her rubs shuddered.

‘Kaia,’ her name was a precaution on Anya’s lips before she jolted forward, hand on her shoulder. She turned her head in the light, flinching at the sight of pale skin fading to grey, lips already turning blue. Last time she warned them, her tiny voice calling out - ‘I can’t breathe’ - this time she’d kept herself quiet for too long. Swearing under her breath Anya encouraged her to stay calm as her heart hammered in chest faster and harder than her daughter’s was currently capable of.

She panicked, rushing her towards the car, it’d been so long since she had seen her skin turn that colour, hear her lungs wheeze as her heart shut down. The ritual in and out of hospital visits and checkups that ran alongside the birth of their brand new daughter faded away from Anya’s mind. She couldn’t remember who to ask for when they got to the E.R. or what needed to be done. The only thing that flashed furiously was to get here there safely and in time.

Kaia clutched her hand in the car weakly, the tips of her still too small fingers wrapped around two of hers. She never once stopped holding Anya’s hand like that. Had done since she was born, tiny creature in a humidicrib, her fingers poking through plastic covered holes. It scared him now, to see her almost as fragile ten years later, as she had been in the first week of her life.

‘We can do this, Kaia, you’ll be alright.’ Anya was muttering to herself, the car careening down the road. They picked this neighbourhood for a reason, the streets were quiet, the neighbours friendly, most of all it was the closest they could get to Kaia’s specialists without living in the medical district, and still being in the zone for the state’s best private school.

She had no idea if her words were true. The word ‘transplant’ kept floating around in her head, threatening her calm resolve. Kaia never needed one, they’d been close to putting her on the waitlist anyway. Anya wasn’t there last time this happened, she was only four-years-old, she’d reenlisted in the Navy. Raven was left to deal with it alone, Anya madly trying to bully her way back home.

*

She could feel Anya rubbing soothing circles across the palm of her hand, wandering to the tips of her fingers and back again. She knew who it was, felt the familiar calluses of her hand, the sandalwood of her special scent that stuck with Anya.

Kaia moved the hand he wasn’t holding, her eyes closed, and dropped it to her chest. With a mild panic, her heart beat ticking on the monitor beside her, she felt for the new scar, the warning sign, the reason why she felt like death. Only her old one sat there, no new bandages, just the familiar bump left behind by her first corrective surgery.

She felt the sigh escape her chest, breathing suddenly a little easier than she remembered it being. ‘Mom?’ her voice croaked out, some letters missing. Anya’s hand squeezed hers, her voice whispering that she was right there, she was all right.

Kaia’s eyes fluttered open, landing on her mother immediately, the woman sitting on her left, holding onto her hand tightly. She tried a smile for her, the corners of her mouth twitching as she assessed the damage on her face. There were two new lines in her forehead, creases her ailing heart couldn’t erase.

‘How’re you feeling? A little more human?’

Kaia groaned, the vibration light in her throat. ‘What’s human? I feel like I’m sleeping’ The right side of the room shifted, shuffling of fabric interesting enough that Kaia turned her head. The sight of her mother’s brown hair made Kaia do a slow double take. ‘Am I dreaming?’ She asked slightly sarcastic, her eyes swimming in the sight of both her mothers, Raven Reyes moving to stand beside Anya, her hand on her shoulder. The first time they’d been in a room together for longer than Kaia could manage to remember.

Raven stepped forward, her hand reaching out to brush light brown hair from Kaia’s forehead. Her hand shook slightly, as she rested it on her daughter’s face, cupping her cheek fondly. She was still wearing the black dress from her date, despite the fact that the light in the room was definitely real and not artificial. Her make-up clung to patches on her face, light watermarks of streaked mascara shadowed across her cheeks. She’d spent all night there. Kaia was supposed to lead her life in such a way that was supposed to prevent this from happening - the heartache in her mother’s eyes, the fear etched across Anya’s face.

‘You know, maybe I am asleep, this wouldn’t happen otherwise’.

Her mother snapped, Raven taking a step back, her eyes steeling. ‘Kaia, don’t you dare turn this into a joke!’ Kaia flinched, rarely did her mother’s scolding sting. She didn’t miss the way Anya spare hand grabbed her mother’s, holding her as tightly as she held her daughter. Raven melted against her daughter’s hospital bed, perching herself on the mattress, apologising for being curt. ‘You gave us such a scare.’

‘I can see that on your face. I would have prevented it if I realised it was going to happen. Nothing was out of the ordinary.’

‘Until you turned blue.’ Anya added, eyes watching her distantly. She knew her mother was already in the place of ‘what if’ a grieving woman sitting beside her.

Kaia cringed, apologising profusely for something that was out of her hands. Her parents only hugged her, glad that she was alright. Promising Kaia, herself, that she was fine - her cardiologist only wanting to keep her overnight to monitor her. She’d worked herself up too much too quickly before crashing back down, her system couldn’t keep up with it. Her doctors weren’t sure if there was an underlying problem, wanting to watch her just incase she had a clogged valve or tore another hole in her patchwork heart.

*

Raven refused to budge from Kaia’s room despite the clothes she’d been wearing for close to twenty-four hours, and the reassurance that her daughter was fine. Anya was the one who ducked out, pained watching Raven fidget in uncomfortable clothes.

She was crying when she returned, head in her hands. ‘What’s wrong?’ Anya chanced a look towards the sleeping Kaia, making sure she was in fact asleep, her monitor’s beeping normally.

Raven picked at the hem of her dress, eyes watching her fingers move, ‘Nothing,’ she sniffled, ‘I’m just being ridiculous’.

Anya scoffed, dropping his over night bag to the floor. ‘Tell me what’s bothering you,Rae..beside I don’t think those words work in conjunction with the other.’ They did - oh how she knew they did. She was ridiculous on so many different levels. But, she wasn’t allowed to look at herself. Raven was untouchable, undefeated. ‘What did that asshole do now?’ It was the only answer, the only possibility. Wck.

Raven sighed, ’Why do you always assume the worst of him?’

‘Whenever I hear his name, it’s surrounds something I disagree with.’

‘And how exactly is it, that you hear his name?’ Raven smiled softly, knowing exactly where Anya got her information from. Kaia. She shrugged, smiling back. Kaia, their very own tattletale, keeping the lines of communication going.

‘What’s going on, Rae?’ she tried again, crouched down in front of her, eyes begging for answers. Raven watched Anya for a second, wondering where on Earth they went wrong. What crossroads they had parted at with such indifference that they didn’t speak for years.

‘He didn’t want me to come,’ it was Wick. ‘He even refused to drive me to the hospital, made me get a cab.’ Raven laughed bitterly, eyes floating back down to the hem of her dress. Anya’s voice was gentle, slightly critical when she asked why she hadn’t called her. ‘You had to be here for Kaia, in case something went wrong. You couldn’t just leave her for me. I am capable of fetching a cab, and riding in it, you know.’ Anya nodded, of course she knew. Raven stopped, hand’s rising and falling. ‘He didn’t want me to rush away from a date because my daughter was ill, despite the fact that he knew her medical history. He knew how I would feel if I wasn’t here for her.’

Anya let out a long sigh, her hands rising to grip her arms in a measure of comfort. ’You got here, Raven, that’s all that matters.You’re here, she’s perfectly fine. It could have been worse, and it wasn’t - thank god.’

Raven shook her head, ‘it’s on principle, it could have been worse. There’s always a chance that it’ll be worse.’

‘But, it wasn’t. The two of you will move on from it, he’ll learn.’ Anya had been given so many chances before, if anything Wick would learn to adapt, shifting his life from business to family. Raven managed to keep the balance, if they were important enough to him, so would Wick.

‘I called him while you were gone. It’s over.’ She was slightly mournful, her fingers pulling on a loose thread.

‘You broke it off?’

‘He refused to let me see why potentially dying daughter.’ She defended. ‘God, Anya, you hate me half the time and yet, you’d never do that.’

‘I don’t hate you.’ her voice dropped, tone serious. Anya didn’t hate her, never would, or ever could. They had their differences, it became too much, on top of Kaia. It was easier to separate, divorce, and allow their daughter a life without either of them fighting over her head.

‘You did,’ she whispered, so sure of herself.

‘Never,’ Anya shook her head, readjusting her position in front of her. Anya watched Raven’s face distort, skin crinkling around her eyes. Anya didn’t hesitate, watching the mystified look on her face, as she leant in and kissed her gently on the corner of her mouth. Claire moved, just slightly, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, and kissing Anya back in full.

Neither adult noticed their daughter awake, in her hospital bed, witnessing it all.

*

‘Can you stay, just for a little bit?’ Kaia pleaded, leaning effortlessly against Anya’s arm. Anya had brought them both home, Kaia cleared by her cardiologist after heavy monitoring, Raven free to sleep guiltlessly in something other than a hospital chair. ‘Please?’ Kaia pulled on Anya, begging like a five-year-old in a toy store.

She looked over at Raven, the woman unlocking the front door to what used to be their home, as she gave Anya a small nod. She squeezed Kaia into his side, ‘I can stay’.

‘Great! I vote Woods family spaghetti bolognese and a Reyes-Woods game of scrabble.’ She squealed, jumping slightly before running off into the house. Anya called out after her, a warning to take her life easy, nothing fast paced.

She stepped on unsteady feet through the house she used to call a home, the first time she stepped inside in years. Raven had disappeared up the stairs, Kaia banging around from one room to the next.

Anya followed her when she appeared from the living room, boxes of board games in her arms. She chuckled, watching her carry them into the kitchen, before depositing them on the island counter. Kaia smiled triumphantly, her hand patting the boxes gently before chasing circles around the kitchen.

‘Scrabble, Kaia?’ Anya teased, finger tapping the box as she sat at the counter. ‘God, I haven’t played that game in years - and when I did, your mother won.’

‘It’s half the fun,’ Kaia called, head inside a cupboard. Misjudging her exit, the girl bumped her head against the lip on the door, causing searing pain to radiate across the back of her head. She swore, falling to the floor, head cradled in her hands.

Raven was there before Anya, despite two seconds preciously, not even being in the room. ‘What is it about these appointments that make you jittery?’ She asked, tossing half an explanation towards Anya. Kaia had a habit of getting hyped up after a meeting with her oncologist. Raven pressed a kiss to the top of Kaia’s brown head, hugging her softly before moving to clutch her daughter’s shoulders. ‘Slow down, for an hour, please.’ Kaia stared with great big brown eyes, focus wavering as she dared to look over at Anya. ‘She’s not going anywhere, relax.’ Kaia sighed, verbal confirmation of her calm. Raven pressed another kiss to her skin, happy with the outcome before standing slowly from the floor. ‘Why don’t you settle on whatever game will keep her here longer, and I’ll start on the food.’

‘Oh, no, no, I’ll do the food. It’s a secret Woods family recipe.’ Kaia protested, jumping up.

Raven only chuckled, pressing a third kiss to her daughter’s head. ‘I think you forget, I was a Woods.’ The woman teased, leaving Kaia slightly dumbfound.

Anya strayed from their board game before it had even started, optioning to tease Raven from beside her instead from the other side of the counter. Kaia squeaked in protest for a second, before she noticed her mother’s soft laugh, and the gentle hand of Anya on the small of her back.

Kaia slipped from her chair, game abandoned, parents left in solitude.

She returned after changing her clothes and washing her face, finally ridding scraps of the hospital from her skin.

‘You knew I left the room, right?’ Kaia laughed, finding her parents kissing against the kitchen counter, food bubbling on the stove beside them. ‘I’m chuffed, my plan barely started and look at you, well on the way to where you should be’.

‘Plan?’ Raven asked, stepping away from Anya, slight flush on her cheeks.

Anya laughed, ‘of course she had a plan. She’s got your instinct, and my persistence for keeping things organised.’

Kaia watched the adults in front of her with a self satisfied smirk. Sometimes things just managed to fall in her lap.

[brinnanza]

a thing I am Emotional about tonight: so yurio is high key motivated by spite. like him being so fuckin’ pissed off at losing to jj motivates him to do better at both the rostelecom cup and the gpf and being pissed off at yuuri for maybe retiring motivates him to skate the hell out of his free skate and claim a narrow victory

the thing that is REALLY hecking me up rn is how yurio, bc he is smol and angry and 15, kind of just.... assumes that same strategy works on other people? which is how you get him yelling at yuuri in the bathroom after sochi -- bc someone coming up to yurio, yelling at him, telling him to retire, that he’s a loser -- that would absolutely motivate yurio to kick ass. same thing with the onsen on ice competition, honestly. yurio wanted to win (and being mad at victor for forgetting his promise was pretty motivating), but winning bc yuuri had an anxiety attack isn’t fair. yurio doesn’t just want to win, he wants to be better than the best.

which brings me to: the beach scene in barcelona in episode 10. there is some fascinating meta out there about victor the hero vs. victor the person and how yurio, who is pretty motivated generally by agape despite his claims otherwise, relates to both of those personas. but his lashing out at yuuri (”you’ll see the ring he gave you is garbage”) seemed a little... idk intense? yurio talks big but he does care for yuuri a lot and is, in his own fiesty tomcat way, protective of him. so I think maybe part of the reason yurio is so harsh to victor is more of the same -- because victor-the-hero is gone, but victor-the-person had better not fuck it up with yuuri. yurio is so contrary -- telling yurio his partner isn’t worthy of him would only make yurio double down. and he knows by now that yelling and spite doesn’t work for yuuri (hence katsudon piroshki) and it doesn’t really work for victor either -- but he’s just so mad at them both, and the only way he can think to express it to them is by yelling.

and then: “this place reminds me of hasetsu”, yurio says. not st. petersburg, the place he lives and trains, the place victor said the gulls in hasetsu reminded him of. hasetsu, the place that means yuuri. it feels like something of an apology, I think -- for the things he said about yuuri, for lashing out, even though he feels it was necessary. an olive branch that puts them back on more equal footing.